#been obsessed with the concept of these three since watching the show and THERE…IS A LOT OF SUBTEXT….I THINK THEY SHOULD ALL BE LOVERS…
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my first contribution to the blue eye samurai fandom (i just think they all ought to kiss….and that “tazuki” sounds like a nice shipname…)
#listen. mizu has two hands. akemi has two hands. taigen has two hands. u see where im getting at? DO U SEE THE VISION?#been obsessed with the concept of these three since watching the show and THERE…IS A LOT OF SUBTEXT….I THINK THEY SHOULD ALL BE LOVERS…#blue eye samurai#mizu blue eye samurai#akemi blue eye samurai#taigen blue eye samurai#tazuki#fanart#myart
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Thinking about you (Choi Yena)
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Thank you @capslocked for reading and input <3
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> How have you been doing? I miss u ㅠㅠ
> I hope you’re taking care of yourself and eating well ㅠㅠ
> I can’t wait for you to hear the comeback!
> Let’s meet each other soon
> I hope you’re thinking of me too
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She was absolutely right.
You missed her. The old her. Clear flashes of her energetic, glowing face persisted, but so did those unfathomable, lewd expressions.
You never looked at Yena the same way you did before. She was an entirely different person after the day you met.
Not a single night passes by without you restlessly thinking about the fanmeet. You got way more than your money’s worth, even if it punched a hole so deep in your pocket that only recently began to heal from. It was both the best and the worst night of your life. Almost six months have passed, yet it hasn’t sunk fully in your head that this bright, cutesy idol moonlights as an eager cockslut to her most dedicated supporters.
That isn’t to say you’ve never stopped supporting her. To the dismay of your neighbors, her music plays over a hundred times a day inside your apartment, any of her social media posts is an automatic like, and you don’t open up YouTube without watching at least one video of her, be it a performance or her other content. It’s an obsession bordering on lunacy; it might actually be lunacy.
Your credit card may as well be linked with Yena, even though she’s nothing but an idol to you. In her eyes, you’re just a mere fan. Since that fateful day, you didn’t spend a single coin on any of her merch—not even when she had her first comeback—but you’ve always kept that Universe membership active. That notification from the app is your version of the morning newspaper. Your daily routine grinds to a complete halt whenever you hear that sound. Your brain hardwired itself to instinctively grab the phone, dash and flick through the screen, as if your life depended on it.
On the screen are four new photos. Usually she sends selfies with a common style: Acting cutesy and bright, pouting and puckering her trademark duck lips on camera. This time, it’s different.
It’s only ever seen seldomly in live performances—think her red top at that one festival or a similarly matching green crop she previously wore—but she’s rocking a white crop top with jeans, perfect belly exposed, complemented by faux panties linked to her pants. Her plaid is dropped down her arms, shoulders fully exposed. It’s bold. It’s scandalous. To almost everyone else, it’s a dramatic shift from her bubbly concepts, but you, along with a lucky few, have already seen this before—far beyond explicit detail.
Immediately, your thoughts return back to last summer. Quick, vivid flashes of her in every lewd position imaginable play in your head. Whenever you see that face, you can’t help but be reminded of how you were atop her, how your cock was deep inside her mouth, and how she was carelessly used by five different men, including you. A cloud of guilt and trauma lingers over you, still incapable of grasping how this cute girl with a colorful image, enjoys being taken in such a pornographic manner.
Still, the door to the past remains open, enough for a little light to seep in—or in this case, darkness.
Another bell, another notification. She follows up her jaw dropping photos with three perfectly timed messages:
> I can’t wait to show you a different side of me ㅠㅠ
> Some of you already have ;)
> You mean a lot to me, jigumi
It’s almost like she’s reading your mind, actively dissecting your thought process, and using the right words to drag you back into that darkness. Most people would definitely embrace and relish in it, but not you. In your eyes, she’s still an idol with a family friendly image to uphold, and not everything is tainted, but when Yena herself comes out with these kinds of photos and outfits, you’re like a parent dumbfounded at their child for being rebellious.
She’s an adult and she can do whatever she wants—you acknowledge this—but your heart feels heavy seeing her act this bold and confident.
A handful times you’ve considered dropping her. It’s not like she’s the only idol you like; you like her former members just as much, some of which are prospering in their new groups, but you’ve always had a special connection to Yena, one that was corrupted when you participated in that fanmeet. She’s still the same Yena, with the same charms that caught your attention, but it seems as if you’re looking at a clone or a variant. It doesn’t feel the same.
Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door, interrupting your deep contemplation. It’s probably one of your neighbors, as usual. Lxxk 2 You plays over the big television subwoofers, bass thumping, loud as if it were a concert, and it’s that time of the night when most working people should be sleeping. You should be preparing for bed too, but you’re considering other activities before you get some shut eye.
So you hop off from the couch and walk over to the flat’s entrance, powering the music down to ear-friendly levels. You open the door, and your face goes wide, completely in shock.
It takes everything in you not to shout like the building’s on fire. Celebrities shouldn’t be visiting middle class apartments randomly, nor should they be knocking on people’s doors, especially this late at night—unless an entire camera crew is behind them. Not a single camera person or hidden camera in sight.
This has to be some sort of elaborate stage prank, because the timing couldn’t be any more on point; then again, that’s what you thought when she began undressing in front of you.
Yena’s standing at your apartment entrance, grinning from ear to ear. In her tiniest, squeakiest tone, she whispers, “Hi.”
As if you were gonna say anything back, and even if you had something to say, the overwhelming emotions you’re feeling derail your train of thought.
She playfully leans her face close to yours, eyes scanning your idle, unintentionally humorous expressions. “Looks like someone’s happy to see me again.”
An understatement. Despite the emotional conflict you were dealing with, no words and no width of a smile can express how excited you were to see her in the flesh—and right at your doorstep, no less. Unless—
“It’s—it’s y-you, right? Tell me this isn’t a joke.” Doubt makes itself evident in your anxious tone. You didn’t want to expect much, only for that hope to be ripped to shreds.
“Of course it’s me!” Yena puts her hands on her waist, jokingly pouting, as if she was offended. “Who else would be knocking on your door this late at night?”
Blinking rapidly while you stare, still in utter disbelief, a momentary pause before you reply, “My neighbors?”
“Really?” Expecting a predictable answer, only to be subverted, her eyes dilate. “I’m sorry. I can come back next week if you want—”
“No!” The scream you let out echoes throughout the hallway, foregoing any form of built up subtlety. Joke or not, it’s far too soon for this fleeting moment to end. “I—I didn’t expect you to show up like this at all.”
“Nobody does.” Yena giggles, and it’s cute, warm, and everything that drew you to her in the first place. “Anyway, if you want me to stay, you can invite me inside your place and we can talk some more.”
She didn’t need to add a follow up smile. You were always going to welcome her regardless of whether or not she said anything.
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Call it hyperbole, but you’re really caught up in your own feelings. How wishy-washy you are— contemplating whether supporting Yena was the right thing to do, only to drop those questions the moment she appears at your doorstep, reminding you that nothing of value was lost.
From the dining area, Yena casually watches you teeter across your little kitchen, holding that smile from outside your flat. Ignore the hot kettle in your hand; you can’t last even a few seconds without looking in her direction, sometimes meeting her gaze. When your eyes do meet, there’s a spark, a connection taking form, but it’s make-belief inside your head. She has a finger gently placed on her rosy cheek. It gives you butterflies in your stomach. Then her grin broadens an inch wider, and your heart races. Every little thing she does makes you flutter, as if you’re having a crush on someone for the first time.
Yena has this large racing jacket layered on top of what appears to be a gray sleeveless dress shirt with matching color skirt, striking a balance between quirky and attractive. Even outside of her profession, she always dresses unconventionally—probably because it’s her style, and not only because she wants to stand out. Had she appeared in that fit from the photos she sent half an hour ago, you wouldn’t have been able to control yourself.
Despite the beautiful distraction occasionally getting in the way of your focus, somehow, you’re able to brew up some hot chocolate to serve to your guest. She already had dinner earlier—she told you right as you led her inside—and thank goodness for that; you didn’t want her to use your bathroom for all the wrong reasons, make her second guess the decision to randomly visit a fan out of the blue, especially right before a comeback. Worst case scenario would be a reported hospitalization and the postponing of many different schedules, all because of you.
Can you imagine the fallout?
It’s probably best not to think about it too much, especially after she drank through the whole mug like it was a bowl of ramen. There’s small residue, tiny little specks on her lips, and she has this gleeful, childlike look in her eyes.
God, you’re so cute, you think to yourself.
“It’s really good,” she says, turning her gaze to you, shifting to a more businesslike stance in a snap, smiling and nodding. “Thank you.”
No words can describe how mushy your heart feels. Being complimented by your favorite idol—your favorite person—has to be one of the highest forms of validation possible. You’re set for life. If she tells you to quit your job to sell drinks instead, you’d drop the resignation letter in a heartbeat.
“Would you like another?” you ask. The joy is too much to contain, cutting loose in the form of a toothy grin.
“This is enough, but thanks,” she replies, and you’re brought back down to earth again. Still, this memory will last as long as you live.
Deep in thought, her eyes roll down to the empty mug. Her index finger runs loops around the cup’s edge. Even when she’s doing seemingly mundane things to pass the time, you’re left in awe of how gorgeous she looks. You already saw her before, under different circumstances, and she was everything you hoped for—far better than what any camera captured. Here, with less makeup and with a more casual fit, she was as close to perfection as she can possibly be.
You look at her for what appears to be hours, soaking in the sight of a homely Yena you’ve previously only imagined in dreams. The way you stare at her, scan even the tiniest of motions, and examine every little part of her leans on disturbing at points, yet she doesn’t say a word, nor does she care to glance in your direction. She appears lost in thought, mindlessly using the cup as a tool to exercise her brain. You’re anxious to say a word, let alone ask a question—and you’ve got plenty.
“I bet you’re wondering,” she says suddenly, tone hushed, eyes focused on the mug’s base, index finger still running laps on the edge. Pausing, she repeats herself, reforming her train of thought. “I bet you’re wondering why I’m here.”
“Yeah.”
There’s one of your questions, delivered in a way you’re unable to. At least she knew that one, but she may as well have known everything inside your head over the last several months.
“I like to remember the people in my fanmeets.” She lifts her finger off the cup, cleans the stains off the fingerprints by rubbing it against the wooden surface of the table. “And I checked who I haven’t spoken to in a while, and guess what? We haven’t interacted since then. At all.”
Your eyebrows lift, concerned more than surprised. “You’ve been visiting your fans?”
Her eyes slide up, meeting yours in a magnetic gaze. She flashes you a grin, no different from any of her other smiles, but you’re immediately smitten. “I do.”
There’s a pause, a moment where you stare into each other like you’re both in love. You’re smiling too.
“I mean—I don’t go out of my way to visit them.” Yena breaks the tension, averting eye contact. The right sleeve of her jacket slides down, exposing a lot of shoulder and skin. It’s dangerous, how nonchalant at how sexy she is. “Everyone sends me a message, and they usually run over to my place to do the thing, then they leave.”
“Damn,” you comment, taken aback by her sudden reveal. “You let everyone run through you so easily?”
“I don’t hate it. I enjoy it.” Yena fires a mild scowl at you, seemingly insulted by the manner in how you said it. “You were there, you know.”
You lean back into your chair, rattled by her sudden stern demeanor. “Yeah, but—”
“Idol life is exhausting. I’m sure you know that, right?” interjects Yena, half pouting and half grimacing, her brows lowered. “I need an outlet from all the stress, and what better way than to get some from my fans? They get to feel good, and I feel good too. It’s a win-win.”
“It has to hurt at some point,” you reply, even more worried. The thought of Yena being used on a daily basis many times agonizes you, yet you never really mused the idea when you were using her mouth.
“I’m used to it, don’t worry.” She relaxes her composure, gradually returning to her softer side. “You weren’t this worried when you were shoving that long dick of yours down my throat.”
Consider your argument invalid. You look down at the table, guilty as charged.
“Something up? I remember how hesitant and nervous you were, but you still used me like everyone else.” She holds your hand, drawn into a knuckle, inching her face a bit closer to yours. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”
You sigh. “I don’t know if I should say it to you directly.”
“You can tell me everything.” Yena says it with endearing conviction, as if she were your therapist. Here’s the thing, though: you have no experience with one.
You pause, then you sigh. Again. There’s a line between her invitation and your doubt tugging at you from opposite ends. Months of pent-up turmoil and internal conflict, ready to unload all at once. You have to remind yourself that she's an idol, not your personal counselor, and it may prove to be overwhelming even for her. There’s her hand, tenderly resting on yours, lulling you into a sense of security, but here comes your mind, acting in ‘self-defense’, feeding you negative thoughts like the three meals you eat every day.
For a third time, you sigh.
Fuck it. You’ve got nothing to lose, anyway.
“God—where do I begin—” you huff, tilting your eyes in the opposite direction, dodging Yena’s perceptive gaze. A brief silence follows. You’re hesitant, undecided on whether to tell all or keep it to yourself, but your toes are already deep in the water—might as well dive in. “I—I thought you were special.”
Yena angles her face, quizzical. “What do you mean?”
“I really liked you from the beginning, when you were still on Produce,” you reply, eyes now facing the direction of the living room. There are a handful of framed photos, mostly Yena photocards from previous releases. “I don’t know how I can properly explain it, but—” you pause. Swallow that lump in your throat. “You were different from every idol I’ve followed before.”
She frowns. The hold on your hand becomes a tad bit tighter.
“Gosh, this is gonna sound so cheesy—” you quietly mutter, chuckling at what you’re about to say. Yena fails to suppress her own giggle, her hand trembling. “But—I thought you were just the best, you know? So funny, so cute, and so talented in every way. You were the perfect girl. Still are.”
Her cheeks blush a bright flowery pink. “That’s really sweet of you to say. Is this a romantic confession?”
“God damn it, Yena—” you quietly groan, rolling your eyes back to your skull. Way to ruin a serious moment with humor. “Kind of! If you want to look at it that way—”
“Not the first time someone outwardly asked me to be their girlfriend. Sorry to tell you this, but I’m kind of busy with myself to have relationships.”
“I mean—no! I don’t want you to be my girlfriend, obviously—”
“I wonder what she’s gonna say about this one—”
To your dismay, Yena smirks.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, ugh—” you grumble, annoyed. On the other hand, she’s laughing heartily, enjoying every single moment of the exchange. “Can I just cut to the point?”
She cackles a bit longer before gradually calming down. “Okay, okay. Continue.”
“Okay, where was I? Perfect girl. Right. Point is, I wanted to follow your career and watch you succeed. So when I heard you were coming out with a fun and colorful concept, I was so excited. I knew it was the perfect match for your personality. God, you had no idea how overjoyed I was when I found out I was gonna finally meet you face to face. All that album spending was finally worth it. Then the day arrived, I thought it was gonna be simple and fun. God.”
“Then what happened?” she asks, casually, seemingly oblivious to the sudden widening of your eyes. There’s trauma written on both of them.
“Then you started stripping.”
The little smile on her lips curls, turning serious. “And then?”
You couldn’t really answer, not because you didn’t know—you do—but because you don’t want to elaborate. Even thinking about it now, with whatever confidence you’ve mustered up until this point, this is as far as your resolve can go.
Sighing, you say, “You became tainted to me.”
Yena nods. Ridiculous as it sounds, she immediately understands. “Oh.”
You feel something loosen; it’s her hand on yours, pulling away. A tense silence follows, while you both ruminate over everything that you’ve said. It’s heavy—perhaps a bit too much to take in all at once, like you predicted.
“I still don’t regret it,” she says, pouting. Call it cold, insensitive, or callous, she shows no sign of remorse. “But I understand where you’re coming from. Look at this young idol, she’s cute and sweet, but then she lets herself get used by everyone for fun. I guess you wanted me all to yourself? I don’t blame you. Everyone wants me for themselves, too.”
For a moment, she was close to figuring it out. For a moment.
“It’s not even that,” you reply, unamused at the somewhat narcissistic answer. “I mean—you’re not wrong—”
“There you go!” Yena interrupts, internally celebrating and patting herself on the back. “You’ve said it yourself that you wanted me too. Well, here I am—”
“It’s not that simple!” you shout, throwing your hands in the air out of frustration. Forget that she was an idol, forget that she was a guest—you’re yelling at her the same way you argue with your landlord about rent. “Can you listen to me for just one moment?”
She looks at you, eyes wide and mouth agape. Frozen, stunned, speechless.
For a moment, you hesitate, regret almost immediately striking you in the gut. You don’t blame her if she decides to walk out on you. Wasting time arguing with a fan should be the least of her priorities. She’s a soloist who can go about with her career in any way she wants. You have just as little power over her as anyone else—none.
“God, forget about it,” you say. If there was any moment not to be human, not to be you, it would be now. “I mean—I really do want you, but I just—”
“No, no. Go on. I’m listening.” Yena’s tone and expressions are dead serious—a far cry from the usual jumpy side she normally shows. Her hand snakes back to grab yours. At first, you draw it an inch back, until you change your mind and reach it out for hers again. An olive branch of sorts.
“I don’t know where to begin, Yena. You’re so cute,” you say, staring into her starry eyes, twinkling under the dining room light. “I didn’t expect you to be such a—um, you know—”
“A cock slut?” She says it so casually, it’s off-putting to the ear. It still feels weird to hear those two words come out from those seemingly sweet lips, even though you’ve heard them before.
“Yeah. A cock slut.” The words escape your mouth like puke. You can feel your conscience gradually die calling her one, worse than any profanity you’ve ever spoken. “Can you not—”
“Of course, of course.” Yena nods. “Sorry.”
“Anyway—” You pat her hand tenderly, rolling your eyes while you condense your thoughts into something coherent. “Look, I just—I really can’t tell if you’re still Yena after what happened. I know this is so stupid, but I always liked your cute image, and now it’s ruined.”
She caresses your hand back, showing a little reassuring smile. “Aw. I’ve heard that before, and I understand where you’re coming from, but as an artist, I want to make the music I want, and I want to be more than one-dimensional. I want to show sides I never could when I was in a group. I want to be great at everything, so you can be proud of supporting a multi-talented idol.”
“I’m already proud of you,” you whisper. “You’re already perfect in my eyes.”
“I appreciate it, and I appreciate you for supporting me all these years.”
Next thing you know, your hands are no longer on each other—they’re caressing rosy cheeks, feeling the warmth and affection of the other’s skin. You’re staring. With much of the angst you’ve repressed is finally poured out, there’s nothing left except a growing desire of want and lust.
“So, you don’t want to support me anymore?” she asks. Seeing the disheartening look on her features breaks your heart. It’s like saying farewell to a best friend going away, never to be seen again. “I understand, but I am always grateful—”
“No. I still want to cheer you on. I just—this is just a little too fast for me, seeing you mature gracefully.”
Her smile grows a bit wider. After the dark clouds, the sun shines brighter. It’s not over. “I’m still young, so I’m not maturing that fast. At the end of the day, I’ll always be your duck—and your smiley hero.”
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It happened way too fast. Love makes no sense.
How quick those tense moments fly by, only to be replaced by bliss so shortly after.
She kissed you, pulled you close by the fabric of your shirt. Feelings of a long distance relationship that may have blossomed in another life spring forth. It’s reconciliation. It's a reconnection.
It’s like the last half-hour of superficial melodrama never even happened.
Then again, you should have known exactly why she was here to begin with.
Before you know it, you’re making out with each other passionately as you head into the bedroom together. Her jacket’s long gone, forgotten somewhere in your living room. Based on how muted the music has become, you may have a hunch as to where it ended up. There’s little resistance from your end; you submit to her quicker than when you shared her with others.
Some things are best experienced alone, and making love with Yena is one of them.
Your lips trace down to her chin, to her soft, sensitive neck. She whines. It’s a sweet sound that tickles your ears. Raising her head up for greater access, you leave marks deep into her flesh, assert full ownership of her body, even just for one night. You hold her by her shoulders, hugging her like your favorite pillow, kissing her delicious, mushy skin, leaving red blemishes on her cute figure, glowing brighter than the sun.
“Mmm, this feels so good,” she whines, humming. She grabs a fistful of your hair while weaving her other hand between your chest lightly pressing on hers. The little separation breaks your attention. When you regain some semblance of restraint, you note the last of the buttons on her dress shirt come off, a black bra revealed behind it. With an inviting smirk, she looks at you with glazed eyes, indicating what she wants without the need for words.
There’s a tinge of anger, some leftover frustration, in those hands of yours. You shove her down, send her crashing to the bed. It only serves to arouse Yena even further. Your pupils are dilating, driven crazy by the lewd scene playing out in real time. It’s a possessed, hungry stare, ignoring all those endless hours of existential contemplation within mere seconds.
How quick you are to throw away your qualms on a whim.
She looks up at you with an intense, deep glare. Instantly getting up from the fall, her fingers dig deep into your pants.
She isn’t the only thing quick to rise tonight.
Your pants are the next to fall, shortly followed by your underwear. Only now do you realize the disparity between you and Yena—how you’ve been talking to her in your pajamas while she’s dressed up like a star. Given the circumstances, you’re not at fault, but still—shameful. The only thing saving you from embarrassment is your lack of self-awareness, and that your erect cock demands complete attention. Soon, those carefully curated nails dig into your skin, making you wince. A brief retaliation. It’s not like you can do anything back, even if she gracefully relinquished control to you.
Nothing worth getting flustered for, you’ll both be down to your barest shortly.
“Can I?” asks Yena, in her cutest tone, hot air against your tip making you shiver. It’s almost fucked how she pleads to you while readying herself to do the one of the filthiest things imaginable. Tip barely grazing her strawberry lips, her nails itching to grab you by the length, it would be criminal at this point to say no.
You barely notice you’ve given your approval. Almost immediately she takes your tip into her mouth with a delicate hum, so hungry to taste you, so eager to claim you. It takes every bit of your strength not to crumble right then and there, not to succumb to your weakness, clutching at her raven colored locks for support. Both her hands grab you by your girth, stroking your shaft as she plunges it deeper into her maw, devouring you.
Every breath you take is tense, like it’s the last one before you inevitably drown. Based on how consumed you are by pleasure, you’re practically halfway there. Mouth agape, eyes completely shut, hands gripping and losing hold of Yena repeatedly while she vigorously sucks your cock, purring with delight as she engulfs you with her wetness and spit.
“Ummmppfff.” Yena releases your dick from her mouth with a sloppy pop, your shaft now coated in a fresh sheen of saliva and precum. The relief is only temporary as she leashes your cock with her hand, pumping you at a steady but excruciating tempo.
When you manage to reopen your eyes, the first thing you see is the pornographic expression in her eyes meeting you halfway as her tongue laps up your tip, followed by your underside, then down to your balls, swallowing some of it in her mouth. Kissing around your balls, she refocuses her attention back to your cock as it leaks some more.
“Oh my God—” you groan, still holding onto her locks, before the rest of your unspoken words deteriorate into nothing more than pleasurable, erotic sounds. In some twisted form of appreciation, she pecks up your balls as your tip stains her tiny nose, before putting your girth back into her mouth again.
The short bursts of moans you make spiral into a strain of prolonged, breathy groans. Add the occasional drop of her name and a curse, and it’s the perfect string of praises to give to her. Yena’s tempo goes haywire, losing herself in ecstasy of your cock deeply buried in the back of her throat without any gag reflex. She’s all blushed up, makeup and sweat and precum glazed on a perfect canvas—an expression of wanton desire. Before it dawns on you, she surrenders herself to your most basic of urges, allowing you to fuck her face without consideration for thought or comfort.
The hair tie keeping her locks together loosens. Another chain unshackled. You don’t really need your eyes open to know how much Yena loves your cock—how she tightly keeps your shaft sealed between her lips with each thrust, how she sings the sweetest song, and how much spit she lathers all over your shaft. All of these sensations combine for a shiver that’s the closest experience to heaven, almost as if she’s ripping your soul out of you.
Yena rushes the pace even further, grabs your ass from underneath you. She doesn’t care that she chokes and coughs from desperation to fill her mouth. She knows something you don’t. The signs are starting to show: the rapidly expanding tension in your loins and the quivering in your legs—an inevitable climax is about to happen, and you’re trying in vain to keep yourself in this position even a second longer than you deserve.
“Fuck, Yena, I’m gonna—”
Determined, she pushes you against her, makes sure your cock is tickling the deepest part of her throat. It’s enough of a rush that spikes an incomprehensible high before you’re sent spiraling back down to earth almost as quickly. Just like that, you’re gone. Your body shuddering, Yena takes you all in like an open faucet, thirstily swallowing every thick, warm shot of cum down her dry throat.
She releases your withering cock from her airtight lips with a familiar sounding pop, breaking the thin connection between her mouth and your tip made of saliva and seed. Playfully, she swallows her throat in a show of glee, grinning from ear-to-ear. That’s the first thing you see when you regain your senses.
Your legs are barely holding out, only supported by whatever willpower left in you remains, and your hand pressed into her long, loose dark locks. While you’re gathering yourself, she grips onto your thighs, licks the tip with her filthy, cum-stained tongue, then around the rest of your shaft to render it ‘clean.’
You consider that a night well spent, and more than enough, but for Yena, one isn’t enough. To her, it was merely an appetizer.
“You done?” she asks, innocently, but to your ears, it’s almost teasing, mocking—at your poor stamina.
“Not yet,” you say, still gasping in between.
“That’s what I wanna hear.”
Yena pulls you overhead, sends you down to the bed on all fours, hovering atop her lithe figure. It’s an arousing sight enough to make you hard, but sore—and you’re slowly coming around the fact that you sorely needed her. So you lean down and kiss her, show her intimacy you’ve previously only done in private, behind these same closed doors by yourself, when it was only you and a photograph of her.
Kiss her again. The way it plays out seems ripped directly from your dreams, but something seems a bit off—she still has the rest of her clothes on.
So you quickly dispose of them, to the floor where they belong—bra first, followed by her panties. In between, you shower her with delicate kisses down her body, from her chin and neck, to her chest as you peel the lingerie off her, down to her toned tummy. You reach between her groin, make instant work of her underwear, and note her already sopping, wet cunt.
That too, you give a kiss of appreciation.
Right as you’re about to leave, Yena’s thighs begin to clench between your face, denying you an opportunity to leave without a taste of her as well. It’s a brutal sweeping force pulling you in, and you can do nothing but concede, allowing yourself to get swept away in her over wetness. Her body writhes, squirms as you indulge in her, lapping your tongue around her tasty flesh and her sensitive clit.
“Mm—oh t-that’s so—f-fuck—” she whines, tensing up and body clenching tighter as you devour her with greater hunger than what she did to your cock.
It only serves to spur you on, unlocks a deeper level of thirst and instinct you thought you never had. With a frenzied pace, your tongue sticks to her mouthwatering clit like a magnet, with her mmms and aaahs in the background urging you to take it all. Any spilled drop of her would be a waste, and you're determined to make sure none of it goes anywhere except your mouth.
Her body quickens and accelerates to its natural bliss, faster than you expected, and you can feel every nerve, every fiber burn and tense beyond the point of repair, yet she can’t—and won't—stop moaning, unable to keep herself shouting with ecstasy, crying out your name like you’re her savior. Hands gripped on the sheet, she eagerly anticipates the moment you’ll deliver her to her nirvana, her paradise, and you’re working your hardest to bring her there.
Digging your fingers between your thighs, you slip a digit around her delicate folds, and it drives her mad. She lets out her loudest yelp, a scream worth a neighbor’s concern, but you’re beyond past caring for subtlety. Let them knock, let them burst through the door. They’ll have to drag you away for you to stop.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum, I—”
It’s on a rather weak flick that sends her careening over the edge. Your face becomes a vessel for a torrent of ambrosia, of gooey juices to gush over. She twitches and groans, enveloped in a shockwave of her own high. Releasing your fingers from inside her, you barely hold her upright, keep her legs suspended in limbo while you’re still an outlet of pleasure she uses to fill up.
Winding down, the grip on her thighs loosens. For the first time in minutes, you can finally breathe. When you emerge from her delicious clit, you’re a beautiful mess, a canvas made of ecstasy and slick—an image she always draws for every fan she meets, and perfectly recreates.
And it still isn’t enough to satiate her.
“I need that dick inside me,” says Yena, delivered low and seductive. She extends her arm out, points out your already hard cock. This was her plan all along—to buy time while you ready yourself for the second time. “I can’t go without at least one nice warm load in this wet pussy.”
You sigh—not out of frustration, but exhaustion.
She smirks and silently giggles. “I didn’t see you grumble like that at the fanmeet. Now that we’re all alone, you have me all to yourself. Come on. Use me. Fuck me.”
It’s not just in the way she says such profane, salacious words to lure you, it’s in the elaborate order she says them—like she’s practiced it meticulously a thousand times, and knowing everything now, it makes complete sense.
Yet with the way your body moves, how you almost immediately respond to her call, it works to near perfection.
Hand on your cock, you hover atop her, line your shaft against her sopping cunt, force a gentle whine in response. Testing the waters, you whisper against her lips, “How do you want it?”
“Any way you want,” she mumbles back, smiling sweetly, but the intent behind the expression is anything but. Her hand traces the outline of your free arm, up to your cheek, caressing your face tenderly—a display of gentleness in the middle of high tension. “From here, from behind, on all fours—maybe even my mouth again. All up to you.”
So many options to choose from, you wish you had the strength and the endurance to do them all—maybe in that order as well. It’s an inconsequential question and challenge, but the decision making is more than existential. You don’t know when you’ll get to have an opportunity like this again.
Her lidded eyes stare into yours, anticipating your next move. Leaning into her ear, you moan into her as you penetrate her pussy with your shaft, her cry melding with yours into a harmonious sound. Your hands intertwine with hers, lifting them over her shoulders as you slip your cock into her tight, suffocating cunt. Missionary might be the least inviting of all the possible positions, but you wanted to see her crack, to see her fall apart, to see her break.
Unsurprisingly, she does. Between one deep nail into her after another, you watch Yena crumble into a lewd, pornographic heap of skin. Her eyes go shut and her lips curl, melt wide open, moaning and cursing like they’re the only words she ever knows. The same expressions that haunted you are back, but with the way you’re smiling, now you’re master over them—it doesn’t torment you anymore.
Call yourself hypocritical, but you’re enjoying every moment of this, every moment of your cock buried inside of her cunt—for yours alone. Combine your collective moans with the sound of your thighs sloppily slapping against each other, you’re making beautiful music.
“Fuck, Yena. Fuck, Yena.” Your thoughts loop between those two words, with nothing else to fill in the gaps, and it eventually materializes on your lips. There’s her breasts, bouncing vibrantly with each ripple of her body, so that might be the distraction. You grip them with a hand and it doesn’t change anything. At best, it only changes her pitch. You’re fucking her, that’s for sure.
Many nights you’ve secretly wished and pined for this moment—and at times, you’ve slept with wet fingers pretending it would come. Now it’s here, at its apex, and you don’t want to let the time slip away—at least not yet.
Your body doesn’t follow, doesn’t recognize you’re one whole entity. It’s rebellious. It thrusts, it picks up speed, it only knows to go either 0 or 100. There’s no in-between. Yena’s perfect figure recognizes how unruly you are. Her pussy flexes against your cock harshly. It may as well be a death grip. It’s almost taunting to see how difficult she makes it for you to slip out, so determined to make you cum in as little time as possible.
She has places to be, but you’ll make sure she doesn’t walk out of here unless it’s limping.
Even that proves to be counterproductive. The way you rail her, exert every last bit of effort into ensuring your dick is deeply buried inside her as humanly possible proves to be too much for your own body. Your pelvic joints flare up, ache and sore, pleading for you to be gentle, but anything less would be a disappointment to Yena. That’s how she wants it, and you’re more than willing to sacrifice yourself to give her everything.
You’ve drowned out her loud screams at this point. Even the idea of a few more minutes seems out of reach. Yena helplessly quivers beneath you, screaming in both agony and joy as you wildly fuck her, completely submissive to your most radical of whims. Rational thinking is practically non-existent, only dependent on the most basic and primal of your instincts to end her—and yourself.
Mouth agape, exposed neck with red sores all over from marks you’ve unknowingly made, she cries out, aware of your plight, “I can feel you’re so close to cumming—Give it to me—I can tell how badly you want to cum—just give in and fill me up!”
You can’t even look at Yena, losing the last of your restraint rapidly by the second. The sight of your cock spearing her beneath doesn’t help either. It’s basically over. With a deep thrust and sigh, you give in and do as she says: fill her up.
The groan you make is inhuman, borderline animalistic. Without thought, you let yourself go, fire thick shots of cum, one after another inside her soaked pussy. The painful but thrilling feeling lingers on for what may as well be hours. You can’t stop throbbing inside her, pulsating inside her greedy cunt, waiting for your cock to finally stop shooting a presumably infinite amount of seed to fill her with.
Using the last of your strength, you move yourself to the side with enough space that when you eventually crash, your outstretched arm gently settles atop her bare chest. Gone are the loud, deafening moans and unrecognizable bed creaks, replaced by deep, gentle breaths.
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Thank goodness it’s the weekend, otherwise you’d be worrying about the work day to come while you lie restless in bed. Actually, you do have something concerning—the heap of reports your boss gave you earlier that day. You’ll get it started after you’ve gotten enough rest, which will take you into the afternoon.
It’s not the monotony and the tedium of work driving you crazy tonight. It’s Yena. You both should have been completely tired by now, bodies completely drained of all their strength. Instead, you’re trying your hardest not to give in to her advances while she playfully demands another round with you.
Toss and turn as many times as you want, pretend to act like you’re sound asleep as much as you want, she doesn’t buy into the act. She’s considerate enough to be gentle, but mischievous, kissing every part of you, clambering over your shoulders, looking at you with an unassailable bliss, all while you’re evidently miserable. You were done.
“You don’t have work tomorrow, right?” she asks, so sweetly but quite taunting. Her arm wraps around your waist, teasingly going for your groin, completely numb at this point.
“I don’t.” A feeble lie. Even the slightest notion can start another wildfire, so you desperately avoid entertaining her, yet she proves to be more persistent than you bargained for.
“Come on, then. I suppose you don’t have a little more for me, right?” Yena flips you face up that you’re staring into each other’s eyes. She’s still hungry, still greedy, a fire still brightly lit within them.
Sighing, you lightly lift your head, pulling her face close for a chaste kiss. Then she steals whatever control you have. It spirals out into a full-blown make out session.
Next thing you know, she’s riding you, moans overpowering the aching and groaning you loins feel, demanding every last drop out of you, yet you can do nothing but watch helplessly as you succumb to her wanton desires.
Then you flip her around and pound her against the backdrop of a mirror, making your argument completely pointless.
Plenty of time has already gone to waste, and you will spend some more, but you don’t regret a single second of it.
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“Thank you for a wonderful time,” says Yena, cheekily smiling as she crosses beyond your entrance door. Fully dressed and mostly clean, she sounds like a guest for a simple dinner—as if you didn’t rail her five times throughout the night.
“Yeah, thank you as well,” you say, holding your throat between words, unsure whether you’re feeling guilty or awkward—perhaps both, but it’s a terrible disguise for the high you’re actually feeling. “Thanks for thinking of me.”
“Gosh, you should just drop the act. I know you actually enjoyed it.”
Caught red-handed, you lift your hands, shrugging your shoulders playfully. You’re lightly smirking, barely suppressing a chuckle. She’s right. “Yeah. Sure did.”
“Comeback’s on Monday. Maybe I wear this outfit during the showcase,” she remarks—the first time she’s said something about her occupation throughout her stay with you. Winking, she adds, “I hope you enjoy the new music. I’ll show a different side of me.”
“Heh. I have already seen it.”
“And I have already seen yours. To be quite honest, I quite like it.” Yena shoots continued winks at you, her favorite weapon of choice. “I’d like to see more of it, in fact.”
Tilting your chin up, amusement clearly written on your features, you fold your arms. “I know you’re busy and all, but I don’t know when I’ll get to see you again.”
“I don’t really have a lot going on. Just some appearances, but no serious music show promotions, so you’ll see me sooner than you think, who knows?” Yena waves you goodbye while you slowly but quietly pull the door on her, her cheery smile persistent even with the sight of your evident sadness. “Please rest, okay? Oh, and check your table later. See you.”
Instead of taking her words to heart, the dinner table is the first place you head to, not your bed. On the edge lies a polaroid of you two like a couple, her arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. Behind is a 10 digit number with a note written beneath in tiny letters, but with the three most encouraging words your eyes will have the joy of reading.
> Call me anytime. <3
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(A/N: I figured it was high time to write a Yena fic again. 34-35 days is like the longest gap between fics on a non-hiatus period. I thought it was kind of interesting to explore what happens to an OC after one of those fanmeets like that of Make me smile, make me scared. Thank you for reading!)
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Can I request dark soul with platonic yandere lothric and Lorian for the ashen one?
I'll try my best, sure!
BIG Thanks to Dark Souls/Gears Anon for providing me a direction to go in for this! It helps a lot :) 💜
Yandere! Platonic! Elder Prince Lorian + Younger Prince Lothric Concept
(Ashen One! Darling)
Pairing: Platonic - Sharing
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Unhealthy attachment, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Kidnapping, Isolation, Overprotective behavior, Angst, Soft yanderes, Forced companionship.
Anon brings up a good point, you'd have to know these two beforehand in order for them to have a platonic obsession.
Fate likes to play sick games when it comes to these two.
In your past you served the Twin Princes.
The two have always been neglected and you were the only one to show any kind of care to them.
You could be a childhood friend, maybe they saw you as the parent they never had, somehow they have been attached to you.
Which may have been the reason you were killed.
Their father, Oceiros, was obsessed with making the perfect heirs to continue the Age of Fire.
Seeing you as a poor influence, you were sacrificed to the First Flame.
As you were weak you didn't change much.
Which is what made you an Unkindled, in fact you became The Ashen One.
The princes most likely did not forget about you.
You were close to them and they most likely resent their father for multiple reasons now.
Fate must've been what brought you back to them.
You were brought back because The Flame was not linked by the Twin Princes.
Your journey is what makes you stronger than you were.
Perhaps you were simply some servant before.
But death after death has encouraged you to become stronger.
You fight many foes by the time you see the Twin Princes.
You barely recall them by the time you get past their three guards.
Lothric and Lorian remember you, however.
At first he expects another Unkindled to try and force him into his role, to kill him and his brother.
Which is why he prepares his brother, Lorian, to kill you.
That is until Lorian recalls who you are, even in his changed state.
Lothric does too.
It's strange... you've changed so much.
You've become stronger since their father cast you into the fire.
Lorian says nothing, staring down at you as you remember who these people once were.
However... Lothric sobs.
Lorian quickly responds to his brother's sadness as the younger prince makes gestures to you.
"Drop your weapon and come here! Please, this is not your fate. We will not fight you, my Unkindled."
I imagine Lothric would be the one to quickly scoop you into his arms and embrace you.
Lorian embraces you both and they most likely don't let go for awhile.
For once, according to them, fate had decided to play nice.
After you were torn from them you were given to them again.
You may struggle at first but they refuse to kill or harm you.
Lorian is a defender of both of you in return for your affection, you are their beloved companions.
As the eldest brother he kills any foes who come to harm his brother or you.
Lothric, the sickly man, clings to you as if he's scared to lose you.
He's scared you'll be torn from him again, as a result he clings to you like a child to a toy.
You all may be changed... but they still remember and recognize you.
Many will die before they even think of letting you go.
If you tried to leave them then Lothric may order you caged.
Both princes cling to you as they've had no one else to cling to.
They yearn for some sort of compassion from you, be it a friend or parent.
You'll be treated well here... you'll even be well protected.
All they ask is for you to never leave them again...
For that they'll give you everything you wish as you watch the Era of Fire fizzle out.
#yandere dark souls#yandere dark souls 3#yandere twin princes#yandere lorian#yandere lothric#platonic yanderes
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do u have any fic/author recs at the moment? for any of ur fandoms!
TONS, but here's a short list of authors and fics that I adore. All of the following authors are absolute inspirations to me and I thank them for putting their creations into the world, for us to read.
Just a heads up, I adore dark content so a lot of the writers and fics I will recommend will contain said content.
@seoafin writes for Jujutsu Kaisen, but they also have some writings for Trigun. Their characterizations are incredibly on point and I adore their takes on Geto and Gojo, including the dynamics between them + the protagonist of their AU ripverse.
@strawberrygodzilla has a fic about Zenos that BEATS ASS and their character voice for Zenos (and every other character including the WOL) is so clear and accurate like every time they write Zenos's dialogue I'm like... "wow, he really WOULD say that". I've teared up several times reading their fic here, at the end of all things.
@chickenparm, whose profile I religiously check on ao3 and just discovered has a blog on tumblr, writes BANGER Genshin fanfics with to die for smut. Their fics about Childe are among my favorite. Give of Yourself has stuck with me in particular.
@softagenda has been providing the Touchstarved fandom with easily some of its best fanfictions, expanding on concepts introduced in the demo and adding some of their own world building. My favorite fic of theirs is silver linings.
@ddarker-dreams just has a way of writing and worldbuilding that really takes my breath away. The amount of depth and forethought put into her Blade fic, Nexus, still stuns and awes me a month after its completion. She's written heaps for Genshin Impact and is now starting on a JJK series. She also writes a lot about Chrollo Lucifer, from HxH. I haven't watched a single episode of the show, but she has somehow made me invested in this character. Whenever I see mention of him elsewhere, I go "ah, the man ddarker-dreams writes about".
@lorelune writes for Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail and JJK. I love their work but their little blurbs they post every now and then also completely have my whole heart. their hybrid AU Blade fic hell is a hound without a chain has been living in my head ever since they dropped it. I adore their characterization of Blade and Jing Yuan in particular! Their Gojo fic dawn instinct hits me so hard.
@agent-cupcake writes for FFXIV AND JJK but I found them through Fire Emblem Three Houses. I've been following their work for awhile and I adore each and every piece. Their prose is beautiful and their dark content is to die for. I'm biased so my favorite piece is Asteria, but I also am continuously obsessed with Raison D'etre, Vae Victis (FFXIV), Femme Fatale and living idly and dying as if dreaming.
@hawnks is a fantastic writer who I discovered through her soulmate AU fics. coincide and the first law of motion are absolute classics, but she's been writing a soulmate series for Gojo which has been utterly fascinating for far. I would also like to thank her for introducing me and many others to Guideverse which I would love to write something on in the future!
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V: 5 Demons and Angels literally confirms that Rimmer is queer.
i’m sure everything i’m about to say has been said before but i’ve been on Red Dwarf tumblr for approximately 2 days so have not seen it aha. i’ve been obsessed with this show for 3 years however and i am obsessed again and need to talk about Rimmer. (however i have not seen past the old seasons. i never watched the new ones, but i am this time around! basically don’t spoil anything please aha)
As we all know, the low/evil version of Rimmer in this episode is a pretty offensive portrayal of Rimmer as an evil gay man. The outfit, the attitude and everything he says points to the fact that he’s queer (he literally says he’s going to “have” Lister)
Kryten explains earlier in the episode that the two versions of themselves, the high and low versions, are both just parts of them as people if the opposite part didn’t exist. He only says it in regards to their higher selves, but we can safely assume that the rule is applicable to their lower selves as well.
With Lister’s lower self, the other characters’ lower selves explain to him all the aspects of him that make up Lower Lister; they’re all things he is and has done in his life. Everything they list we either know about Lister (“lusts for meaningless sex”) or is very plausible for Lister.
You get what i’m trying to say. If Lister’s lower self is made up of aspects that are entirely a part of him, everyone else’s lower selves must be too, including Rimmer. so why is Rimmer’s lower self queer?
Clearly, Rimmer is queer. when i first watched the show three years ago, i immediately thought he must be queer. this episode confirms that for me. Him being gay is a part of his identity, and so it manifested in his alternate self.
But why the evil self? that’s seems a bit homophobic surely? Well, possibly, the episode was made in 1992. but i’d take a different view of it.
Good and Evil aren’t objective. sure, there are some actions that are congratulatory or deplorable, but “good” and “evil” are just concepts created by society. in this episode, who decided what aspects of themselves went into their lower and higher selves? I reckon it was their own subconscious.
Lister views his desire for meaningless sex as negative, as lower, so that part of himself manifested in his lower self. We know that he wants love and wants to be committed, but obviously has some issues with it (we see this with Lisa Yates in Thanks For The Memory).
For Rimmer’s lower self to be queer, Rimmer himself must also be queer, but he views that part of himself as negative. this is unsurprising knowing what Rimmer’s childhood was like and what he thinks of himself now. Red Dwarf is great at showing how bloody traumatised Rimmer is, and this episode is no exception.
As for his lower self wanting to shag Lister, i’m not saying that’s canon. buuuuut… could be.
Maybe i’m reading too much into it. Red Dwarf is literally a scifi show where the stupidest shit happens for no apparent reason. but Rimmer being queer is something i’ve firmly believed since i’ve known the show, and Demons and Angels properly confirms this for me.
#could you tell i love Rimmer?#lmao i know i definitely not the first to have these thoughts please lmk who else has done this#the show has been around for 35 years ffs#anyways Rimmer is gay end post.#red dwarf#arnold rimmer
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A ‘NY by Night’ Introduction, for All My Poor Followers with a Morbid Curiosity
I’ve been watching Ny by Night since episode 1, and I have to say that I’m obsessed with how good this show is! Every player is at the top of their game, the main cast is fantastic (and distractingly lovely across the board), and the characters are so fascinating. I watched the first few seasons of LA by Night, and though I enjoyed it, I never really fell down the rabbit hole with it. But this show has exactly the right ingredients to get me deeply engaged, and the core of that is the main cast of characters.
For those of my readers who may not yet be watching NY by Night, it’s a live-play series that airs every Friday. It’s set in the Vampire the Masquerade RPG system, which has lore that’s a bit too deep to get into here, but the simplest explanation is that all the characters play vampires. The standard ‘party’ is called a coterie, a group of vampires, usually recently turned, that have been thrown together by circumstance to try to survive the nights they now find themselves in. There are 13 different clans, or types of vampire that one can play, each playing into various folkloric beliefs about vampires.
I’ll probably be writing up my thoughts about individual episodes, but for the curious amongst my followers who might be interested in getting into a really cool new live-play series, I’ve written this as an introduction to the world, the characters, and at least briefly to the story so far. This means that the intro contains loose spoilers up to episode 4, so for those who want to go in completely blind, maybe just dive in. If you would prefer a simple non-spoiler intro it’s this: this is a great introduction series to Vampire the Masquerade, has a fantastic core cast of characters, and is a delightful watch for horror fans, goths, and anyone who wants to dive into a live-play series that tends to be a little darker than D&D.
The coterie is particularly young and inexperienced in this campaign, which is great for the new viewer who might not know what’s going on. The oldest of them was turned about 4 years ago, and the youngest having been turned barely 6 months ago. This means that a lot of concepts and world-building need to be explained to these baby vamps either by the limited knowledge of their oldest member, or by NPCs. This acts as a nice introduction for the characters and an audience who might not be familiar with the World of Darkness or Vampire the Masquerade.
Our newly-formed coterie find themselves in The Bronx, which is currently controlled by the Anarchs, one of three major political organizations of vampires in this world (there are other minor political factions, but they haven’t come up in the story yet). The Anarchs are, as their name implies, vampires that believe in self-governance and a lack of large-scale hierarchy and structure. They tend to me more accepting than the other vampire political organizations, but their weakness is their lack of organization, which makes them easy to pick off. In New York, they are very much the political minority.
Across the river in Manhattan are the Camarilla, the dominant political faction, defined by meticulous rules and hierarchies meant to keep their members safe and secret. Their strength is their organization and their unity. Their weakness is their rigidity and their inability to adapt to changing times.
Finally, in the shadows, having been kicked out of New York about 50 years prior to this story, are the Sabbat. They are an organization that believes vampires to be so beyond humanity that they don’t need organization or rules or secrecy. They are the most in touch with and accepting of their inner monsters, and range from uncontrolled and disorganized murder machines to a highly organized medieval death cult, depending on which group of Sabbat are in play. In most games of VTM, they are the antagonists.
In a world filled with older, far more dangerous creatures of the night, with huge political machinations they barely understand at play all around them, our coterie of baby vampires are particularly vulnerable. Hence, these 4 very unlikely allies are now working together.
In no particular order (because I could never choose who is my favorite amongst the four, as they’re all amazing), the coterie consists of:
Margot ‘Fuego’ Walker – the youngest of the coterie. Fuego is the most closely tied member of the coterie to The Bronx, having been born and raised in the area, from a sprawling family tied in with the borough and their politics. She served on the borough council before a vampire from the Camarilla turned her and planted her back in her own community as an attempt to undermine Anarch control in The Bronx. Her sire’s name is Rafferty, and he, and by extension she, are Ventrue, a clan that play into the vampires-as-greedy-controlling-capitalists trope. Fuego finds herself torn between her love for her home and her community and her desire for power and control brought on by becoming a vampire. She seems to be trying to square this circle by vying for power in The Bronx, trying to control it in order to protect it. She is intelligent, seductive, a master manipulator, and tries to appear less dangerous than she really is. She is played by Aabria Iyengar.
Serif – Serif is a little older than Fuego, but acts younger. She has a plucky, spunky attitude and a love for graffiti art. She is a well-known local tagger to the Bronx, where she as been living for at least a while. She is not originally from the Bronx, and her background is shadowed in some mystery. Her sire is someone named Argus, and they are Ravnos, an uncommon clan of nomads and artists. They play into the vampires-as-illusionists trope, and she can cast minor illusions and vanish into shadows. We recently found out that her mother is a ghoul, a human who is addicted to the blood of a particular vampire and acts as a servant to that vampire. It seems likely that Serif’s sire is also the vampire that controls her mother. Beneath her good humor, smiles, and easy-going demeanor, there is a lot of anger and resentment in Serif that I’m really excited to see play out. She clearly wants a group to belong with, and she was the first to really embrace their coterie. She is played by Mayanna Berrin.
Reyes ‘Rey’ Malcolm – Rey is about the same age as Serif as far as turning goes, but is physically the oldest of the group, being a ‘jogging in the morning’ 50. He was originally from the Bronx, but moved to Manhattan to make his fortune. It’s unclear what business he was in, but he was successful enough to have a penthouse. He also, at some point, got into money laundering, and was apparently well-versed in it. Within the past year, Rey was ‘mugged’ in an alleyway, and crawled back to his penthouse to find himself changing. He and his unknown sire are Gangrel, usually the ‘outlander’ vampires who are most in touch with nature and their animalistic nature. It seems like his embrace was a touch of irony on behalf of his sire, and Rey has gone from a successful businessman to ending up back in the Bronx with his self-control shredded, massive anger issues, and a tendency to fly off the handle and try to confront every problem with fist and claw. He’s a deeply conflicted character, wanting to be a gentleman (he regularly holds doors for ladies, stands when they enter the room, etc) and a smooth operator, but ruled by a beast that wants him to give into his basest nature. He regularly makes poor choices, and is fairly easily manipulated. Of all of the coterie, he is the least happy with what he has become, and has the hardest struggle with his monstrous nature. He is played by Joey Rassool.
Isaac Brooke – Isaac is the oldest of the coterie, and somewhat their de facto leader. He was a member of a gang called the Midnighters, who are mostly street racers, though he was apparently more involved in a protection racket. He got involved with people and things he didn’t understand, and instead of being killed, he was embraced about 4 years ago. Since then he has made a meticulous study of his new existence, and has become the group’s best source of information about the world of vampires, about clans, and about the politics around them, even though his perspective and knowledge is fairly limited. Interestingly, Isaac and his sire (a being called Vacla who is male or female or neither depending on their mood) are Tzimisce. Like Serif and the Ravnos, Tzimisce are rare, but unlike Ravnos, who generally give off a neutral impression to other vampires, the Tzimisce tend to garner reactions that range from distrust to revulsion. This has to do both with their close traditional ties to the Sabbat, for whom they acted as spiritual leaders, and also for their particular aptitude for the discipline of Vicissitude, or flesh-crafting. They are vampires that lean hardest into body horror, and twist both themselves and those around them into whatever form suits them. They are traditionally associated with torture and sadism. Isaac, however, is both very young and seems to have been made outside the Sabbat, and with little understanding of his clan’s traditional place in that Sabbat or even of Vicissitude (or at least that’s what he claims). He projects an eerie calm, a possessiveness that is common amongst Tzimisce, and a weird friendliness that seems at least part a push-back against the overwhelmingly negative reactions he gets when other vampires find out what he is. Despite his clan and the very real danger it puts his coterie in, Isaac seems to care about them to some extent, and has gone out of his way to provide them with shelter and advice and as close to friendly help as he’s able to give. He’s played by Alexander Ward.
These four are still early in their story, having established domain (a very small area that they have been given to control by older and more powerful vampires in their area) of the neighborhood of Port Morris. They face a run-down new home, an eye-sore of a high-rise building project meant to gentrify the area that Fuego especially wants to detonate, and a ‘monster’ that seems to bode very ill for the coterie and for all the vampires in New York.
Because if that monster is what they think it is, the Sabbat are back. And both the Anarchs and the Camarilla are in huge trouble.
#NY by Night#Vampire the Masquerade#an introduction for all my followers who may be wondering what this new thing I've started banging on about is#Fuego Walker#Serif#Rey Malcolm#Isaac Brooke
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tagging game! tagged by @yarboyandy
-three ships
uhhhh. Off the top of my head. 1.lisacreature duh. the whole movie. they're not a healthy relationship but like they're fine they just destroy everything around them. i lurv it . also of fucking course I wanted a zombie boyfriend as a teenager. I won't lie to any of you
2. danbert bc gay people in my phone. classic case of toxic yaoi. so toxic I've been thinking about them for years. if only reanimator had like been gay on purpose we could've had it all
3. also based off of "what's in my camera roll". the evil scientists from mst3k are gay also. Dr Forrester and tvs frank.... is this even disputed. I don't care. I've known this since I was a child. "they're gay married and kill each other in looney tunes esque situations daily" feels like part of the character concepts.
-first ship
Inuyasha x Kagome, most likely. it's like one of the first obsessions I can remember where a show had like, a romantic throughline I cared about at all. although, to be fair, I was still mostly into the comedy and supernatural stuff, and this was Very Young.
-last song I listened to
youtube
I stumbled upon the tiny desk concert performance and well. I am not immune to popular things. chappell roan is pretty awesome. I love the videos and performances, but the pop music is also really solid, and I find myself enjoying it way more than expected. this songs good but I haven't listened to it a lot yet....my first time actually
-currently reading
Perry Mason and the Glamorous Ghost. I'm only like a chapter in. idk it was an impulse buy on my birthday because the cover was awesome. also pictured: my copy of Frankenstein. I read that in October. loved it
-currently watching
uhmmmm. still rewatching always sunny in Philadelphia. forever. watched a couple episodes of space ghost coast to coast earlier. I still want to keep watching twin peaks the return but I haven't because. idk. its hard to be me....
-relationship status
very incredibly single. it is very hard to date when u can't drive where I live. I mean it's hard in any circumstance but whatever shots I had are dust. would love to date sometime in my life possibly. I have been feeling that way for um. like four years now. so. we will see how that goes.
-current obsessions
Lisa Frankenstein, obvs.....my hobbies and such though? kind of in a slump. I've been like.....learning how to apply makeup for once for fun. I'm still very bad at it but idgaf it is what it is what's always made me uncomfortable about it was that it never "looked right" and I didn't want to be judged. instead of just treating it like a for fun thing. ie I want Colors On My Face I don't even cover up my acne atp. oh and the gender thing. like if I didn't do the makeup right I was being bad at being a girl. and now I do not have to worry about that at all.
-currently craving
like, food? um. I hope the brownies I made tonight taste good in the morning. I let them cool overnight so idk how they taste yet.
-favorite color
green, but I'm a big fan of what pink and black (I KNOW it's not a 'real color' IDC) and some shades of blue and yellow and orange have going on. I just like colors lmao
-tagging
hiiii I won't mind if you don't do it this is just a little shout-out okay :) @mahkari @jokeryuri @homokommari @mushroom-in-space
also anypony else who wants to do it can.....I won't be mad
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Duckverse June Week 5: Movie Day
Home stretch, baby!!! I sincerely apologize for how late this is, but here you go! I give you…
Movies I Missed on the Moon
It was an exceedingly rainy morning in Duckburg. Breakfast had just finished, and Huey, Dewey, and Louie were sitting at the bar, trying to figure out what to do.
“We could watch the rain outside,” suggested Louie.
“Nah,” responded Dewey. “I want to actually do something.”
“Well, the weather hasn’t given us many options, clearly,” reasoned Huey.
Just then, Della came in. “Hey, boys,” she greeted. “What are you guys still doing in here?”
“Oh, hey, Mom,” replied Dewey. “We’re trying to figure out what to do today, but we’re not getting anywhere.”
“Yeah, this weather sucks,” concurred Louie.
Della gasped. “Where did you hear that word?” she questioned.
“Mom, you literally say it all the time,” replied the green-clad triplet.
“Oh, yeah,” Della realized in a somewhat subdued tone. “Anyway,” she continued, clapping her hands together, “I think I have an idea of something the four of us can do together!”
“Oh?” asked Huey.
“Yep,” Della responded. She fished around in one of the pockets on her jacket, until she pulled out a tiny piece of paper. She unfolded it, revealing its true size, and showed it to the boys.
“What the-?” began Louie.
“‘Movies I Missed on the Moon’?” read Dewey.
“Wow,” finished Huey.
“Basically,” Della explained, “for all the catching-up I’ve done since I returned from the moon a couple years ago, there are still things I haven’t gotten around to yet, what with adventuring and flying and Woodchucking and all that good stuff. So, I decided to make a list of movies that came out while I was on the moon, and since the weather’s crappy today, I thought the four of us could do it together, as sort of a bonding activity.”
“I love that idea, Mom,” agreed Huey.
“Perfect!“ interjected Dewey.
“Alright, let’s do it,” finished Louie.
“Woo!” cheered Della. “We’ll need snacks, though. And some Pep. And we’ll need to decide what exactly we’re going to watch today.”
“Whoa, whoa, Mom!” Huey exclaimed, resting his hand on Della’s. “Take it easy. We can figure this out.”
“Sorry,” Della responded. “Just got a little too amped up there.”
“I know that feeling, Mom,” Dewey piped up.
“So what are we waiting for?” Della continued. “Let’s Dell-ve into this!”
‘Right, there’s still two of them,’ Louie thought, slightly annoyed.
Soon enough, the four ducks were gathered in the den. Della had put on some popcorn for her and her boys to share. Louie had procured some Pep. Dewey had found some assorted candy. And Huey had queued up their first movie of the day.
“Mental Max: Road of Rage!” Della exclaimed. “I love the whole dystopian future concept. I was obsessed with the first three movies as a teen, so I was super excited when I found out they made a fourth while I was gone.”
“They’re gonna release a fifth soon, too!” chirped Dewey.
“Isn’t five a bit excessive, though?” wondered Louie.
Della put on a thoughtful face. “Iiiiit…really depends, I’d say,” she replied. “Sequelitis exists, but there are certain factors that play into the success of the movie, like frequency, cast status, and how good the writing is.”
“Not wrong,” Huey offered. “Uncle Donald took us to see a throwback screening of The World Before Time, and it was great, but thirteen sequels? Now that I would call excessive.”
“Plus,” added Dewey, “most of the voices were provided by kids, so they’d inevitably grow out of the roles at some point. If they used adult actors for those, the voices would’ve been more consistent from movie to movie.”
“They’d have to know how to sound like kids, though,” Louie replied. “Or else it’d just sound weird, seeing a kid on screen, he opens his mouth, and it’s a 40-something dude.”
“Okay, yeah, yeah,” Della brushed off. “Now let’s watch this thing!”
“Whoa.”
That was all Della really had to initially say about the movie.
“That was so cool!” exclaimed Dewey. “It felt like one of our adventures.”
“For all that developmental hell it went through, I’d say it delivered,” Della continued, snapping out of her trance.
“How long had they been planning it?” Huey asked.
“Heck, at least since I was a teen,” admitted Della. “But a lot of outside stuff pushed it back.”
“Oh, god, like the original Max,” groaned Louie. “That guy’s a nutjob.”
“The new Max did a good job, though,” Dewey reasoned. “Okay, so what’s next, Mom?”
“Zombieland,” Della replied.
“Nice,” Louie approved. “I still can’t believe they got Bill Murray to play himself for that one.”
“I loved his ‘Take That’ moment towards Garfield,” added Dewey.
“Yeah, I remember that one. That was not his finest moment,” Della criticized.
“It’s an interesting premise,” admitted Huey. “Let’s get it rolling. Louie, could you please pass the Danish Shrimp?”
“That was so much fun!” exclaimed Della. “Yeah, a zombie apocalypse wouldn’t be an optimal world to live in, but I think we could pull that off. We all have adventure experience, I’m a good fighter, Huey has all his Woodchuck experience, Dewey’s savvy, and Louie, you could get your hands on a lot of supplies.”
“You’ve got a point, Mom,” Huey replied. “I think we’d fair well enough in a zombie apocalypse, but you know who’d be really good in an apocalyptic situation? The girls.”
“Ooh, you’re right,” Dewey agreed. “They already throw themselves into crazy situations at least on a weekly basis, so they’d own it.”
“I’ve honestly lost count of how many different weapons Webby has in her possession,” Louie added.
“However many it is, I’d like to bet I’ve got more!” Della challenged.
“I’ll pass that along to Webby,” Huey replied dryly. “Anyway, what’s next?”
Della’s eyes went wide. “That,” she said quietly.
“Are you sure?” Louie asked.
“It won’t hit too close to ho-“ Dewey began.
“I don’t care,” Della assured. “I need to see how Matt Dalmatian does it.”
The Martian was probably the best choice yet.
The four of them watched in awe as Matt Dalmatian’s character was able to keep himself alive on Mars. Though it did make Della have one regret.
‘Shit, I wish I could’ve cultivated my own food,’ she thought. ‘At least then, I wouldn’t have had to survive solely on that blasted Oxy-Chew. Though it did help me survive that long on the moon. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s hard enough for me to grow food here on Earth. I should really ask Donnie for some pointers.’
By the time the movie ended, Della was feeling a wide range of emotions. Her boys noticed it, too.
“What’d you think, Mom?” Huey asked.
Della’s eyes were red with tears. “I-I don’t think I’ve ever related to any movie as much as I’ve related to that one,” she admitted. “I bet the guy who wrote the book never would have guessed that this gal was lost in space, just like Watney.”
Huey nodded thoughtfully. “I really admired his resourcefulness,” he added.
“I kinda feel bad, though,” Dewey continued.
“Why’s that, Dew?” Della wondered.
“It’s like, he was stuck in space for, what, a year and-a-half? And at least he was able to get in contact with NASA eventually,” Dewey explained. “You were stuck in space for much longer, and we didn’t even realize you were still out there, trying to get back home to us.”
Huey and Louie looked at him, slightly concerned.
“Ah-no offense, Mom.”
“None taken. I’ve kinda gotten used to the whole isolation thing in hindsight, anyway,” Della replied. “That movie really reminded me just how good I have it. To get home in one—well, two—pieces. To be able to finally see you boys in person after 11 years. To live to tell the tale. I’d say this movie was definitely worth it.”
“We love you, Mom,” Louie responded.
“Aww, I love you boys, too,” Della smiled, as they wrapped her in a hug.
“So, what we got next?” quizzed Dewey.
“Okay, you boys are gonna be mad at me for this, but I was kinda thinking Bridesmaids.”
“Eh, I don’t care,” Louie admitted. “I’ve heard good things about that one, anyway.”
“It can be a bit low-brow at times,” Huey added. “But they seemed to have made very good calls in terms of the actresses.”
“And Webby’s already showed me plenty of chick flicks in the past,” Dewey confessed.
“Fair enough. Let’s start it up, then,” declared Della. “After we find more Pep.”
“On it,” Louie shot back.
Overall, what looked to be a dull, rainy day on paper turned out to be really enjoyable for Della, Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Della was able to knock some late 2000s-2010s movies off her to-watch list, and she was able to do it with three of the most important people in her life. And to her, that was worth everything that she went through in the past. Almost like she was Matt Dalmatian.
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4, 7, and 14 for the Httyd ask game :0
4. What is your favourite type of dragon and why?
I can't narrow it down to one, but my top three are probably: Deathsongs, Stormcutters and the Boneknapper
Deathsongs because they remind me of rainwings from wings of fire (my first dragon media obsession) with the bright coloring and ear frills as well as the amber being vaguely reminiscent of the acid rainwings spit.
Stormcutters because I absolutely adore Cloudjumper. The way he moves (owl + dog like body language) is incredibly fun to watch and his design is gorgeous.
And the Boneknapper because I had an obsession with the special as a little kid as well as having a one in SoD, iirc. Also, the concept of a scavenger dragon coating itself in an armor of bones is badass.
7. Do you have any OCs? If so, talk about their appearance, backstories, and personalities.
No, unfortunately. I've not really been into OC making since middle school. Not sure what happened, but I kind of lost interest and shifted to focusing on pre-existing characters 😭 I'd like to make a Dragon Rider sona one day though if feel the inspiration to.
14. Which part of the franchise has your favourite animation style?
The first movie era, hands down. The rough, somewhat bleak (in the beginning, at least) gritteness of Berk's scenery, the textures and lighting, Toothless' original design (Cat-like, sleek, very clearly built for speed over raw strength, you can literally see the dust in between his scales) and the original designs for the all the dragons tbh, they feel more.. textured and wild (which I guess makes sense. Later, while they're still, very much wild animals they've become accustomed to being cared for. But still.)
And with the human characters as well!!! I love how much personality their designs have alone; Hiccup has crooked teeth and so many freckles, Astrid has really choppy, greasy looking bangs that she's always shoving out of her eyes, Snotlout's actually missing a tooth, and most of the kids have like, visible dirt on their skin and clothes.
I love how 'imperfect' the designs for all of them are!! And like of course they are!!! Like these kids were training to wage war against dragons! Of course they're gonna be grimey!! I dunno, I just feel like a lot of movies/shows aren't willing to have that level of perceived realism in their character designs. Httyd's cast feels so real to me despite how insanely stylized some of the characters are, and its an absolute shame they seemed to have lost that in the later installments.
(Hiccup's teeth magically get straighter, his freckles fade, Astrids skin is no longer ruddy, her hair looks like it's been shampooed or something, her freckles are completely gone and that's just the second movie. As it goes on the characters' designs and the world around them feels less full of life and more like shiny, plastic figurines. Especially Toothless.)
All the first movie era stuff has just a completely different feel to it that the rest if the franchise hasn't been able to replicate
Anyways, tysm for the ask! I had a lot of fun answering these!!!
#i jusdt now saw it 😭#idk why i didn't get a notif sooner but also i was in the car for 5hrs the other day and havent slept so#httyd ask game#httyd#ask#thw salt#kind of#moth.txt#ouroborros
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I know this is probably going to make zero sense since this is just a half-assed concept brought to you by FEELS I always get from watching Fanning the Flames. But bear with me, please.
I love the episode as it is. Really. Not only because I'm Amethyst Ocean trash, but because it's just a great episode! It introduces Ember, the Sam/Danny dynamic follows nicely where their Fake Out Make-Out from last episode left off, Tucker has some downright hilarious lines...
It's just good.
But it always digs up the usually nonexistent thrill I get from some angst (which only ever rises from its grave when there's romance involved). I mean, the whole love spell situation is pretty heartwrenching, maybe even tragic, when you think about it.
One the one hand, you have Sam’s perspective. After what happened in Shades of Gray, she's barely starting to reach out and allow herself to wonder what it'd be like to date Danny, to date one of her best friends. Honestly, hadn't the spell happened, maybe those two would have ended up together sooner.
But it did happen, and it sort of put a halt to things progressing naturally but more quickly. Which is great, because with the way the show was written, it needed to happen. I'm not ranting, just pointing something out.
And because the spell did happen and Danny got all obsessive and clingy and Sam got a not-so-accurate-nor-real look into what a relationship with him could be like, she got scared. The love spell made things move way too fast for her liking and forced her to re-evaluate in record time if she wanted a romantic relationship with Danny or not. And, given the only experience she could use as reference was mostly negative, she chose that, no, risking her friendship with her best friend was not worth it.
And then we have Danny’s situation. After the spell was broken he was confused, for a moment he even believed his perceived relationship with Sam was real, but it wasn't. However, instead of going back to normal, the damage was done. Ember had fed the illusion with lies and it was up to Sam to snap him out of it by sending him crashing down—she had to break his heart. And boy did Danny remember the pain. His (romantic) love for Sam might have been a lie up until that point, but his heartbreak wasn't, and the pain remained.
Proof of that was the way he furiously attacked and took his pain out on Ember (that scene and the one leading up to it must be one of my absolute favourites from the show).
This is all devastating in a way, but then I unwittingly came up with a way to make the experience even more bittersweet, for lack of a better word:
If Fanning the Flames had taken place while Danny was dating Valerie which in turn would only happen if their relationship arc had been expanded for more than an episode (if we don’t count Reign Storm).
(On a side note, I have nothing but respect for Gray///Ghost shippers. You keep doing your thing, you legends 👍)
With this I mean there would be an added layer of pain to the whole situation. From all three parts involved.
On the one hand, it’s true Valerie could have remained hypnotised by Ember like Tucker did, but on the other, the whole thing would be sort of pointless if she didn’t know something must have happened to Danny for him to suddenly ignore her and be all over Sam. This scenario could have been set up in two or three different acts, so to speak.
On the first one, Valerie could have no idea what’s going on and initially think Danny’s just dumped her for Sam, which would upset her a great deal and make her angrily call off their relationship. On the second one, while conducting her own investigation regarding Ember parallel to Team Phantom’s she could have come to realise it was her doing Danny was acting like that. What she didn’t understand was why. All other victims of her brainwashing were simply obsessed with her, why would Ember need to have Danny, of all people, obsessed with Sam?
And the third and final one would be post-spell, where Danny tells her some excuse (like, “I was ast the wrong place, at the wrong time” or something), and Valerie seemingly buys his apology, though some spike of suspicion still remains: was it all really just coincidence, or was Danny actually hiding something from her? And was it all just a spell, or does he really have feelings for Sam, after all?
Following up on that, there’s Danny. It’s only logical he’d be horrified at finding out he’d been (temporarily) dumped by his girlfriend because, due to some love spell, he’d fallen madly in love with his best friend.
So his already frightening fury at Ember for the ramifications of her actions would only increase tenfold, because the pain from the experience would have doubled down as well. First, Sam has to break his heart to break the spell (ouch!), then he realises he’s been “crushing” on his best friend while he already has a girlfriend (double ouch!), and then he learns said girlfriend has broken up for him for reasons that were, quite literally, out of his control (YEOWCH!).
To say he would be pissed would be an understatement.
So the experience wouldn’t just leave him trying his damnest to make it up to Valerie and feeling guilty over something that wasn’t even his fault but, depending on the direction you want to take this, also mixed feelings? Because, why did Ember target Sam specifically, when she could have gone after Valerie just as easily during the battle? Was it because she was an easier target? Because, unlike Valerie who still hates Danny Phantom, Sam seemed to worry about his safety and Ember misunderstood the situation? Or did she see something else buried deep within their interactions?
Could it be he actually has feelings for Sam?
And what better way to end this analysis than with Sam’s own feelings?
Ok, so in this scenario she would already be carrying a lot of pent-up frustration, jealousy, and heartbreak from seeing Danny and Valerie together, something she’s managed to hide...with questionable results.
However, because she apparently wasn’t dealing with enough as it was, now a ghost diva has put Danny under a spell that makes him think only about her. Many other cartoons would play this as that golden chance to live out your dreams and experience what a real relationship with your crush would be like...only for the character to eventually grow frustrated of their crush’s obsessive behaviour under the spell.
But this is Danny Phantom, and just like it (thankfully) wasn’t the case in the original episode, neither will it be here.
Mostly because Sam has a few problems with the arrangement.
First, it wouldn’t be a real relationship, because that’s something Danny already has with Valerie, not her. And as much as it pains her, the best she can do for her best friend is step aside (though that doesn’t mean she won’t remind him of the inherent danger in dating an enemy bent on his destruction at any given chance). Just like the sole fact that he’s been roped into it by a love spell meant to distract him only serves to drive the point that it’s nothing but an illusion further home.
It’s not a real relationship until Danny has a say in it.
And second, because now it’s not just forcing her to consider if she wants a relationship with Danny before she’s ready; it’s a constant reminder of what she could have, but can’t, not really, because Danny is not hers, but Valerie’s.
And I just think there is something inherently heartbreaking in that. Not only are you forced to see the person you love with someone else, while being incapable of doing anything about it (among others things because it would just be selfish), but then you are presented with an opportunity of what it could be, but won’t. Sam would be forced to watch how, no matter the circumstances, Danny slips through her fingertips.
And just...that’s just breaks me, you know?
I don’t know, I just think it’d be a great opportunity for character exploration and some drama lol.
Well, this got incredibly long and I don’t even know if I made any sense, but thanks for sticking with me anyway! I’d love to hear your thoughts on the matter :)
#danny phantom#dp analysis#danny phantom analysis#fanning the flames#flirting with disaster#danny fenton#sam manson#valerie gray#ember mclain#tucker foley#Amethyst Ocean#gray ghost#danny/sam#danny/valerie#nickelodeon#nicktoons
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How do the clans work in your universe? I mean, it seems more humanized/anime-esque (not that it's a bad thing!) and I'm curious
I've been meaning to write out how the Clans are in my AU but never got around to, so I'm happy that you asked this!!
SO UUUUH-- THIS RESPONSE IS GONNA BE VERY VERY WORDY
Warriors AU: A Superhero society of cats!
Each cat is born with their own superpower with a unique title that is said to be StarClan-given; not every superpower is unique tho, since multiple cats can have similar powers (e.g. lightning, super speed). So if two cats had the same superpower (e.g. fire power) the titles for their superpower will be different (like "Fire Blaster" & "Rage Flame"). For the powers regarding The Three, I'll talk more about them later on!
The ranks in this AU go like this:
Kits -> Kits
Apprentice -> Intern
Warrior -> Hero
Medicine Cats -> Medics
Deputy -> #2 Hero
Leader -> #1 Hero OR Superhero
Elder -> Retiree
(this AU is heavily inspired off of My Hero Academia btw!)
Some examples of Heroes & their powers:
Longtail's Tailwhip / Lionheart's Mighty Roar / Sunbeam's Sunburst
Instead of being known as "warrior" cats they refer to themselves as "hero" cats, and the Clan cats live in more of a superhero society. Most often rivalry amongst Clans are about which Clan is the most heroic, etc
All the cats in the AU have humanlike capabilities/knowledge, like operate machines & occasionally walk on two legs
The Three (aka Jayfeather, Lionblaze, and Dovewing)
Every Clanborn cat has superpowers in this AU, so what does that make The Three (who have StarClan-given powers in canon)???
In this AU, The Three still have their powers like in the books. But the difference with them is that they are known as The Superstars!! They can take their superpowers and reach it to maximum heights by briefly evolving into a Superstar Form! <- I'LL MAKE A SEPARATE POST ABOUT THIS CONCEPT LATER
When Firestar got revealed to be the Fourth cat in the prophecy, his Superstar Form is literally just him going Super Saiyan mode LOL!!!
By the end of the Great Battle, they've fulfilled the prophecy and can no longer take on their Superstar Forms. Just like in the books, they also lose their own superpowers altogether in this AU.
BloodClan in the AU!
I'M HONESTLY SUPER EXCITED TO TALK MORE ABOUT MY AU BLOODCLAN,,,,, UHH SORRY THIS ASK RESONSE IS LONG ALREADY LOL!!!!
BloodClan in this AU are a squad of punks that reside in Radioscream City, an abandoned city that was once sprawled & bustling with many people. All-over town are cardboard forts and LOOOTS graffiti. The members in BloodClan are referred to as grunts; their vibes have inspirations taken from Pokemon rival teams, specifically Team Yell!!!! Much like Team Yell, BloodClan grunts are HUUUGE FANS of Scourge & also have like,, posters they draw fanart on to show support for him. Even after Scourge is gone, BloodClan basically lives on as a Scourge fanbase haha
BloodClan cats do have superpowers, but they all share the same kind: Graffiti Saliva, where their saliva has become toxic paint they use to graffiti anywhere they go (i created this concept years before pokemon came up with grafaiai who's literally just my bloodclan concept- im p sure the concepts used elsewhere too but man lol)
A VERY TL;DR (NOT REALLY) BLOODCLAN LORE: growing up, Scourge (as Tiny) grew up being obsessed with video games, vampires & loved dark-colored aesthetics & graffiti-styled stuff (got it from one of their owner's kid who he liked to watch while they're gaming). When he ran away to Radioscream City after the Tigerclaw incident, it was overrun with cats without a name for themselves.
When Tiny called himself Scourge, he created BloodClan out of the stray cats & introduced them to graffiti painting. His otaku, vampire-loving side never changed & he references video games in life a lot. Scourge'd also say something like "LAWL" or "WE ARE TEH HAWTNESS o3o" or "GET REKT". After Scourge obtained Graffiti Saliva, he found a discarded painting mask that he wears 24/7.
I NEED TO MAKE A SEPARATE BLOODCLAN LORE INFO DUMP POST SOMETIME LATER ON, IDK WHEN
PHEW ALRIGHT THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK OF WITHOUT MAKING THIS ANY WORDIER THAN IT ALERADY IS HAHA
I'll talk more about my interpretation of warrior cats in the future as different posts so I can go more in-depth + draw pics for those!
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what object shows do you watch? :0
(Oh!! Lemme try and compile a small list here. I need to get into more, obviously, but aside from the obvious bfdi and ii, well,,)
(There's Love of the S*n, an object show that I absolutely adore for both Tally Hall reasons and story reasons itself. It's a really interesting concept that deviates a lot from normal object shows, and I really hope it gets more attention in the community, as much as I've been trying to avoid the osc in general ever since Chonny Jash became my entire life.)
(Hfjone and its mini series, which was actually the object show that made me get back into them in the first place. Completely forgot about them after being obsessed with bfdi for the longest time.)
(Object Battle City! It's not nearly as known as the other two above, but it's such a cute little show that never fails to make me smile. The first two episodes are absolute shitposts, but the other three episodes have such a quaint, cozy feel to them throughout the story. The obc intro is my alarm ringtone!)
(there's obviously some more, but those are the three most prevalent that I can think of off the top of my head.)
#sorry this took so long!!!#heart asks#i used to be really into aib as well but uh...#yeah. that didnt turn out great LOL
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How would poly Yandere romantic HCs Lance and pidge work with Altean reader who still grieving her past love ( got killed by galra) would their be patience with them or be mean and tell them to move on and look at us instead ? ( sorry if I got anything it’s been awhile since I watched the show XD )
Sure! I'm not too far into Voltron but I think I understand Lance and Pidge enough to say how they'd feel about this. Correct me if something us too OOC ^^; when it comes to new fandoms I'm still learning. I love the show so far.
Yandere! Lance + Pidge with Altean! Darling who lost their past love
Short Concept/Reaction
Pairing: Romantic - Poly/Sharing
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Grief, Lance is insensitive for a moment, Mature language, Obsession at first sight, Manipulation, Dubious relationship, Yanderes sharing a darling, Slight jealousy, Deception.
I feel the two would have different reactions.
First of all, Pidge is more understanding.
After all, she's experienced loss before.
She may have trouble connecting and bonding at times, but she can tell that goes for you too.
Lance can be a bit more impatient with your grief.
Sometimes he can't read the room or is so fixated on his crush over you that he ignores your feelings.
Pidge makes him reflect on his behavior, however.
After all, you three are the last of the Altean race.
The two met you through Allura and Conran.
Lance immediately develops an attraction towards you, similar to how he felt with Allura in the show.
With Pidge it takes more time due to her dealing with her own emotions.
They won't know of your loss until you become closer.
Maybe Lance makes you have a breakdown by flirting or something and Pidge gets pissed.
Pidge's obsession sparks more when she hears your story.
Galran forces killed your past love?
That's horrible.
Lance finds this as an... opening.
You and your poor broken heart... don't worry!
He'll put your heart back together!
Their obsessions over you start separately.
Although they soon realize they may care for you the same way... and decide to compromise and share you.
Out of everyone Lance was going to share a darling with, let's be honest, it was either Pidge or Hunk.
The two fight... but in this case it's not over sharing you.
It's usually Pidge trying to make Lance more understanding of your plight.
Lance isn't cold so he focuses more on comforting you rather than flirting under Pidge's direction.
It has been decades yet the idea of love and your long dead lover still stirs tears in your Altean heart.
Allura comforts you as a fellow Altean, she even encourages Pidge and Lance to become close companions with you.
The two care about you and your grief over time.
Pidge relates your issues to hers and offers you heartfelt comfort.
Lance tries to be understanding yet, unlike Pidge, is more interested in making you quickly forget your last love rather than slowly overcoming your issue.
Essentially, the two are opposites in how they help you.
They both have the same goal though.
They want to care for you.
Pidge is the softer yandere while Lance is more intense and impatient.
The dynamic is definitely Pidge keeping things under control.
Over time the two try to heal your broken heart.
They've agreed they want to share you and make things work between the three of you.
Even if you turn down their offers of making you feel better, they don't give up easily.
You tell them you wish to focus on avenging your fallen lover and race, which Pidge understands... but...
"...Then we'll do it together!" Lance pipes up.
"Exactly. The Galra have affected us all deeply, please, we just want to make you feel better again!"
The pair isn't too bad, actually.
Pidge's love is soft and teasing/playful while Lance is over the top yet passionate.
Together they'll find a way to worm their way into your heart.
A lot of it's manipulation....
They're still yanderes with selfish desires, even if they do truly care about your loss.
They disguise their isolation and manipulation to keep you to themselves as comforting you.
You don't need to cry or worry anymore... they'll take care of it.
In fact... they'll take care of everything for you from now on as your paladins.
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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 9
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A/N: Today is a special day!!!! Happy birthday to our main squeeze Kev! Hope you have the bestest day and get your princess cake 🥳
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, swearing
Seven weeks later, Kevin is finally in town long enough to make my move in complete.
In the seven weeks since our blow up, we’ve experienced an obvious glow up- both on and off the ice. Kevin has completely transformed his game. He’s quite literally exploded on the ice and now leads the team in goals, assists and points in the last 15 games. Watching him on the ice with so much confidence and steadiness is breathtaking. He’s turned the corner and shows no signs of slowing down. With his point production, his recognition around town has increase as well. We can’t run into Target for a few things without him stopping to hand out autographs or pictures. The people of Minnesota have latched onto him and his excitement of the transition is palpable.
As for our relationship and off the ice, things just keep getting better. I’m standing at the kitchen counter in what is now our apartment and my mind wanders to last night. He returned from a three game road trip in the late hours of the night. My thoughts are consumed with Kevin’s hands, his mouth, his hips, the obsessive pleasure. The neediness of our hips pressing into each other. From the moment he entered the apartment to when he finally drifted to sleep, his lips never left my body.
“This should be the last of it.” My oldest brother, Nick, says as he enters our apartment with another U-Haul box. I jump in surprise and suck in a quick breath to clear my mind.
“Wow, you guys made quick work of that.” I applaud him, Alex, and Kevin who trail in after him. “It pays to know professional athletes.” I smirk at the two in the room. “And some dude who runs a CrossFit gym.”
“Thanks.” Nick rolls his eyes at my CrossFit comment. “I gotta go. Kids have swimming lessons.” He gives me a quick hug, Kevin and Alex a fist bump, before he jogs out of our apartment.
“I’ve gotta head out too. Enjoy unpacking.” Alex says, saluting us both.
“Welcome home.” Kevin murmurs as he gathers me into his arms. I smile and kiss his cutely puckered lips. “I’ve got your permanent key and door fob here.” He reaches behind me into the bowl, holding them up. They are connected to each other by a keychain that says I heart Kevin.
“Oh awkward… Gonna have to replace this.” I hold the keychain up jokingly.
“Hey now. You love me.” He insists, giving my sides a firm squeeze. I squeak in response and rush out of his grasp, giving him a sour look. He laughs lightly and looks at the boxes in the living room. “This should give you something to do when I’m on the road again at the end of the week.”
“Yeah, I didn’t realize how much stuff I had.” I scratch my head. “I’m not sure if there is enough space for all this.”
“I’m sure there is. If not, we can move to a different unit.” He shrugs as if that’s no big deal.
I’ve never lived in an apartment before. When I moved in with Alex, it was from my parents’ house. Although it would have been ideal to live on campus during college, I choose not to in order to save some money. I have no concept of leases or how much trouble it would be to change units within the same building. Kevin’s place has an awesome view of Minneapolis though. It would be tough to give that up even for something bigger.
“Oh, when is rent due?” I wonder as he unpacks a few things I stuffed into my purse as we were rushing out of Alex’s home earlier.
“The 1st.” Kevin says as he gathers up things for the bathroom and begins heading down the hall.
“How much do I pay?” I call to him. This is probably something I should have asked earlier, but the concept didn’t connect with me in our pre-move bliss.
“Nothing.” Kevin replies as he walks back into the kitchen.
“Um.. I can pay rent?” I inform him. “Alex pays me to watch the kids.”
“You’re not paying rent.” He shakes his head at me.
“Why not?”
“Because I make millions of dollars.” He laughs. His smile quickly fades when he sees the annoyed look on my face. “I’m not trying to insult you. It’s just ridiculous for you to pay rent when I make so much more than you.” My eyes squint and he grimaces. “That came out wrong.”
“Kevin Fiala, I’m not looking for a free ride as your arm candy.” I cross my arms over my chest and pop my hip out, daring him to question me.
“I don’t think you are.” He holds his hands up in surrender. “I just want to take care of you.”
“I don’t need you to.” I snap. He drops his gaze and looks uncomfortably in the other direction. When he looks back, his eyes are cautious. “I want to pay half.” I insist. Kevin purses his lips and nods.
“Okay.” He tells me, grabbing a pen and paper from the drawer in the island. He writes a number on it and flips the notepad closer to me. I reach for it but not before setting him in his place with my eyes again.
“Okay…Maybe a fourth.” I say, eyes widening at the amount. My mouth forms a grimace and I meet his gaze.
“Just let me pay the rent. You can buy food.” He reaches for the pad of paper from me, throwing it on the counter.
“This is ridiculous. I can pay for more than just-” Kevin grabs my face with his hand and smashes our lips together. The kiss is meant to silence me and damn does it work. His tongue devours me while his hands squeeze me to him tightly.
“Stop arguing with me and just nod your head. I know you’re not with me for the money. I know you don’t need me to take care of you. I want to.”
“Alright.” I nod my head. He kisses my swollen lips again before walking around me.
“And I’m taking you to a nice, expensive restaurant tonight. I’m going to pay for that too and you’re going to like it.” He insists, reaching for one of the boxes marked “closet”.
“Okay.” I say again, a smile twisting my lips.
“And we are going to unpack your clothes to find that little black dress that drives me crazy. You’re going to wear it. We’re going to fool around under the table. And when we get back here tonight, I’m going to touch you in all my favorite places.” He has started to walk slowly back across the living room to me.
“Anything else?” I whisper as he closes in on me.
“Yes. I love you.”
“I love you too.” I murmur just before his lips crash against mine.
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Later that night, Kevin holds the door open for me as I walk into Mucci’s. It’s a quaint and rustic Italian restaurant in the Uptown neighborhood of Minneapolis. I’ve heard plenty of good things and judging by the smell, the people are right. Kevin and I did find the little black dress and I wore it just for him. If he keeps his word from earlier, he’ll be pleasantly surprised by the lack of underwear beneath. I paired the dress with black heels and my furry North Face Jacket. Kevin is wearing dark jeans and a black dress shirt with sleeves rolled up his forearms. I’m cold because it’s December and my legs are exposed, but it’s worth it to tease my boyfriend. Plus, I have a feeling he’ll be happy to warm me up later.
The host recognizes Kevin immediately and takes us to a booth set for two. I thank the man as he hands me a menu, glancing around the completely full restaurant. I notice a few tables looking in our direction and whispering. It seems anywhere we go recently, whispers and looks follow us. It’s taken some getting used to for me, but Kevin seems unfazed.
“Welcome!” Our waitress says brightly as she approaches our table. She looks at me, then does a double take when she glances in Kevin’s direction. “Can I bring you something to drink?” I can’t tell if she recognizes him or just finds him insanely attractive. Can’t say I really blame her either way. He looks damn fine tonight.
“I’ll have a glass of Prosecco.” I answer. Kevin orders the same and the waitress scurries off to grab our drinks.
“It smells amazing in here.” I tell Kevin, glancing down at the menu.
“It’s as good as it smells. They catered a pre-game meal for us late last year.” Kevin informs me.
“You might have to roll me out of here.” I laugh looking at the abundance of pastas and bread dishes. I love a good carb.
“Gladly.” He says.
The waitress returns with our drinks, lazily setting mine in front of me before strategically and slowly placing Kevin’s in front of him. She lingers for a moment and I realize that her shirt is definitely unbuttoned more than it was when she first came over. My lips purse in slight annoyance and amusement as she begins to rattle off the specials for the night, only at Kevin. Not once does she look over in my direction. Kevin murmurs a thanks to her and looks over at me with an awkward laugh when she disappears.
“Guess you’re not here.” He jokes and I giggle in response.
“You’re definitely the better looking one in this couple.” I take a sip of my Prosecco and wiggle my eyebrows at him.
“I disagree.” He shakes his head. His brown eyes are soft and bright with the low lighting in the restaurant. I feel light headed at the look he is giving at me. I blush and drop my gaze back to the menu. Even after months of being together, I still get overwhelmed by his attention. “Come sit by me.” Kevin tells me, moving further into his side of the booth.
“No, we are not that couple.” I snort at him.
“Why not? I am completely obsessed with you, so get over here.”
“No!” I laugh nervously at him. He continues to stare at me expectantly. “You’re going to get handsy.”
“Absolutely. Now. Get. Over. Here.” I slide out of the booth with resignation and cozy up next to him. He wraps an arm around me and pulls me tighter to his side. When I turn my face to look at him, he captures my lips in his. It’s a hot kiss that makes me sigh in response. “I can’t wait to fuck you later.” He whispers. I cringe and glance outside of the booth, wondering if anyone heard him. When I turn back to him, his eyes are black as they devour my breasts.
“Kevin.. keep it together.” I give his shoulder a nudge with mine and look back at the menu. “People know who you are here. They’ll talk if you keep this up.”
“Let them. They can get on Twitter and talk about how hot my girlfriend is.”
“People don’t even know we are together.” I roll my eyes at him. “They probably think I’m a puck bunny.” I’m joking, but Kevin doesn’t seem to like that comment.
My social media pages have been private since before we started dating. Every now and then, I get requests from people looking for pictures of my brother or his teammates. It felt safer to keep my circle tight and not having to perform on social media to any expectation. Kevin only does Instagram these days. His profile is public, but he doesn’t post much and when he does it’s focused on hockey. He’s never posted anything directly mentioning me, just pictures of coffee or food that we have eaten together.
“We better tell them.” He says to me, “Come closer.” He insists as he pulls his phone out.
“I’m practically in your lap.” I look at him incredulously. He grabs one of my legs and drapes it between his, pulling my hip tighter to him. He holds the camera up and we smile fully. Pure happiness oozes from the picture as Kevin turns and gives me a smooch on the cheek. I laugh and shake my head at him.
“I’m posting that one.” He shows me with a satisfied grin.
“Why?”I wonder to him.
“Because I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” He reaches for my neck, pulling our lips together in another sultry kiss. His thumb strokes against my cheek and I lean my breasts into his chest in response. He’s so good at making me feel loved and wanted. “Are you okay with that?” He whispers when we pull apart.
“Yes.” I tell him, because I too want everyone to know that he is mine, starting with our waitress tonight.
“Good.” He nuzzles my nose and then goes back to his phone to post our picture. I watch over his shoulder, telling him which filter looks best. He captions the photo with “My favorite place in the world is next to you” followed by a heart emoji.
“Your favorite place is on a hockey rink.” I tease him as he posts the picture to his 67,000 followers.
“Nah. It’s where you are.” He insists with such conviction that I don’t even question him further.
We decide on splitting a couple different pastas and a pizza in order to not settle for one the other. It is a celebratory night after all! We laugh and drink and chat about potential decorating ideas we would like in the apartment. We decide we definitely want to get a newer, bigger couch and maybe a new bed too. As the night goes on, I’m getting looser with each glass of Prosecco. Kevin only had one, but has been encouraging me to keep going. I know what he’s trying to do and I don’t care. The more I have, the less I worry about his wandering hands in public.
When our dessert comes, a decadent chocolate mousse cake, Kevin’s hands finally slide high enough up my thigh for him to receive his surprise. His head snaps back as he turns to look at me. I giggle into my bite of cake.
“We gotta go.” He insists, looking around for our waitress.
“I’m not done with my cake!” I argue to him.
“We will finish it in bed.” He nuzzles my neck with his nose.
“Patience.” I tell him.
“I have none when it comes to having you. Plus, you can’t be quiet when I touch you.” He challenges me, his fingers sliding back to where they were, then deeper until they’re dangerously close to stroking exactly where I want him. I swallow my cake and the moan building in my throat. The waitress comes back and asks if we want anything else. “The check.” Kevin’s eyes don’t leave mine as he answers. I slowly lick my lips just to drive him crazy and his eyes turn darker in response.
After he pays the bill, Kevin is shoving me insistently out of the booth, I can’t help but laugh loudly at how eager he is to get me home, which garners a few looks from the other patrons. I clasp my hand over my mouth as we run from the restaurant. Kevin places his hand on the small of my back. When we pass the windows of the restaurant to reach an empty storefront, he reaches his hand beneath my dress to grab my bare ass greedily. I squeal and tug my dress back down.
“Hey!” I yell at him, smacking his hand away.
“No one saw.” He insists to me with a smirk as we reach his car. He opens the door for me and I slide in. He jogs around to the driver’s side after shutting my door. When he’s in his seat, his hand instantly flips my dress up and slides between my legs. I grab his wrist, holding him there as he moves in a slow circle. He slides one finger to my opening, feeling how wet I am. “Fuck, baby.” He murmurs before pulling away to start his car. The engine roars to life and Kevin speeds off into the city.
At the next red light, he reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear before placing his lips against the sensitive skin on my neck. A breathy moan escapes my lips and Kevin’s teeth scrape lightly against the dip in my collar bone.
“You trying to mark me as yours?” I whisper, slowly shoving him back into his seat as the light turns green. Our eyes meet as I dance my fingers down his chest then along his erection. The passion between us heats the car up another degree. He turns to watch the road again with a large smile on his face.
Soon, we are back at our building and holding hands as I follow Kevin down the hall to our apartment. When we walk in, Kevin throws his keys in the bowl as I shut the door. He turns to me and walks me back against the door, placing his hands on either side of my head. I bite my lip because I know exactly what’s coming.
“Mou lásku k tobě nelze vyjádřit slovy.” He says to me. “My love for you cannot be expressed in words.” I soften into the door as he leans in, placing his lips against mine briefly. He nips at my bottom lip, then down my throat to my chest, and my knees weaken in response. He kisses each swell of my breasts and I moan at the pleasure. He melts at that and lifts me into his arms. My arms easily lay against his shoulders as he carries me to our bedroom. He drops me onto our bed. I lay back on my elbows with heavy eyes, watching as he unbuttons his shirt. When he’s done, he stands there, looking at me through lowered lids.
“Come here, baby.” I call and he slowly crawls onto the bed, pushing me all the way back as he does. My hands run up his bare chest to his shoulders, pushing his open shirt down his arms. He shakes the shirt off his body, leaning on one hand as the other comes to cup my cheek.
“I meant what I said, Sam. Chci, aby svět věděl, že jsi můj.” His lips press to mine firmly. “I want the world to know you’re mine.” As if to prove his point, he again nibbles on my neck.
I think of the picture on Instagram now for said world to see. His lips on my cheek. My huge smile. Our shining eyes. The caption that still makes my heart swoon as I remember it now.
“Being yours is my favorite thing, Kev.”
“You’ll always be mine?” He wonders to me, pulling my dress down to expose my hard nipples to him.
“You tell me.” I gasp as his fingers slide over the aching tips of my breasts.
Kevin never responds with words.
Instead, he makes love to me until the rest of the world fades away.
#letters in your last name au#kevin fiala#Kevin Fiala Fic#los angeles kings#my writing#hockey fan fiction#hockey writing#NHL writing
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In honor of this encouraging 'make a press release for your fanfic' post, I made covers for my Dig Deeper Haven fanfic series! I just finished posting the last chapter and I have so many feeeelings!
I wrote Angels and Animals in 2020, almost immediately after watching the season 4 finale and being so upset that I HAD to find fix it fic for it. I read two or three but none really hit the spot so I decided to take the ideas I had read and combine them in a way that appealed to ME specifically! I have a lot of ideas like this but I knew right away that I was actually going to go through with this one, but I didn't know until after it was done that I would want to continue with a nearly 50k follow up!
Multivocal I wrote over 2 NaNoWriMos, writing about 25k each time. This fic was very loosely outlined, which might not seem like a big deal but I NEVER outlined before this fic. I thought of myself as a full on pantser who never even considered writing an outline and didn't understand the concept. But for this fic I wanted it to read pretty close to the show. After the frustration of the ending of season 4, I reached out to a couple friends and asked if season 5 was better and it was pretty much a resounding no, so this had to be MY season 5 because I loved the show (well, i loved the characters) and I wasn't going to watch any further. I started thinking of it in terms of episodes and trying to keep the monster of the week type format the show had going, and having the same pacing. Eventually I let it go and decided that it was okay to write what I wanted to see over what might actually happen in a real TV show.
Both fics and the series are named after the lines from the poem Black Telephone by Richard Siken which I can only find on this tumblr post as the production company's website seems to be defunct. I saw excerpts from it floating around tumblr for years and when I was in the middle of writing A&A, I was looking for quotes that matched the tone for the title. Actually, I might have even remembered the quote myself? It has the line "I am more than one thing and not all of those things are good" and that has embedded itself into my psyche since I read it, so I think I purposefully went seeking where that quote came from.
I have considered writing a 3rd installment called More Than One Thing, but it's not going to happen just yet. I have other things I want to write and other fandoms to obsess over. Still I really am in love with these fics and so grateful to this fandom for somehow inspiring me in a way I've never been able to harness before. This is the longest fic on my ao3 and the longest story I've written that is actually complete! And all this after already spending so much time on my musical episode fanfic?! Haven really unlocked something in me and I will be chasing that inspiration forever.
Thanks for everyone who read this, everyone who read my fics, and everyone in Haven fandom!
Original lighthouse from unsplash. The other is I found in canva.
#haven#i made this#wow the quality doesn't look right artists on tumblr what you make must be *stunning* if this is what they do to you
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January 11 - What your three favorite vids you've made (and why)? @aurumcalendula
I can’t do just 3, so you’re gonna get 6, because I’ve made well over 200 vids since I started vidding and it’s very hard to do just 3!
I’m sorting this list into two groups—first favorite group features vids that are my faves that emphasize my love/skill of vidding and love of filmmaking/television, and themes. My favorite vids that execute my vision. And the other favorite group is a small selection of My Fannish Joy.
All I Know (original vidpost) - Aliens films - Xenomorphs POV
This is my collaboration with jb_slasher who brought me the concept of a Xeno POV vid idea and had a few songs/bands in mind. We spent months rewatching and having long email exchanges about the visual elements across all the movies, xeno biology and human survival. It was a really really enriching experience to toss the ideas ball back and forth before I had even made my first clip for the vid. Vidding, like writing, can be a very solitary hobby so yeah, this was really great to work through with lyrical associations and debating the merits of each song and how to create pacing for the vid. How to make all the directorial/lighting differences from the various movies work in one vid. I love this vid, it’s definitely one of my favorites.
Warnings for some flickering lights, lots of violence and mutilation/gore.
This is a very lyric-driven vid, so here is Karnivool's All I Know lyrics here.
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Rhythm of the Night (original vidpost) - Paul Verhoeven’s 90s sci-fi films
90s euro club music set to Paul Verhoeven’s 90s films: RoboCop, Total Recall and Starship Troopers. I had been obsessed with all these movies when I was a kid and I really wanted to think about his visual style and the themes he was giving us: militarism and fascist society, the corporatization of people, institutions, and the the commons. Ronny Cox and Michael Ironside playing incredible dickbags. Our protagonists trying to survive.
I wanted make a tribute to the films but also make it dancey because holy fuck might as well because the movies are visually ripe for that (in my eye).
So it’s all stylized and edited with my flair for internal motion and mindful pacing. I love the similarities and parallels across these films, I rewatch this vid a lot. I’m so happy with it turned out. Yes, Total Recall has a woman who has three tits and I’m sure there’s a ton of essays out there about Arnold Schwarzenegger performance in this film but damn. The screenplay went so hard about what life would be like on Mars run by a CEO. Augh, everything about the othering of people, class, and labor. The surveillance state. This was in 1990, ya’ll. It’s so good. And everything with RoboCop and Starship Troopers. Ahhh I love it.
My vid’s YouTube quality is really shitty so download: right-click save as or still stream below.
Warnings for body horror, gore, violence, fascism.
I love my editing in this so much.
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Hook Shot (original vidpost) - action heroines fanvid. Multi-source (original vidpost)
Hook Shot is my action tribute to a bunch of women across… I think it was over 60 films? Western films, a few European films, HK action goodies. An instrumental track which I don’t do a lot of because I wanted to focus on action elements instead of lyrical associations. And see how much I could make something flow with so many different films. I love this vid. It was an ordeal to find, download, watch, assess, clip and put this vid together but it was really great to get it to work and flow.
Onward to the action heroines vid!
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Fannish Joy favorites:
New Best Friend (original vidpost) - Being Human UK/Good Omens/Killing Eve/Ted Lasso/The Untamed/The Witcher Netflix.
The Sunshine One Loves the Grumpy One. My grab bag of shows/pairings that I have loved and could not resist. Especially the fact that I had three sources where the grumpy one was taking a bath and the sunshine one was present!
This is my heart’s joy okay and I love it a lot. I have hearts in my eyes for my vid. This features my humor, my fannish proclivities for these kinds of dynamics. Plus I have been wanting to vid Neon Trees music since I first heard them live. I had an inordinate amount of fun playing with the Wei Wuxian and Jaskier parallels, lmao. And also accidental child acquisition tropes. Did I mention the NUMEROUS bath scenes??
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Wild Green Yonder (original vidpost) - Shrek/The Witcher Netflix/Hexer. Also on tumblr.
I love trying to put together disparate pan-canon sources. So this is The Witcher Netflix and Hexer (the 90s Polish TV show based on the Witcher books). As well as Shrek because I was inspired by a ton of gifsets on tumblr and I had to go the extra mile for a Yennefer/Geralt/Jaskier thing to parallel with Fiona/Shrek/Donkey. Using The Amazing Devil song Wild Blue Yonder. (For the non-witcher people the male vocalist is the babyfaced bard character in the vid, aka the Live Action Donkey of the OT3 fantasy/fanon-y trope dynamic). These are all nominally the same kind of characters and I just couldn’t resist playing with this fun take on them.
I like what I like, and love what I love. And I love the Witcher Netflix and yes what Hexer does with its own take on the books too. And this is my own take on all of it, fannish joy and squee. Also my secret agenda to get Yennskiers on the Donkey/Fiona shipping bandwagon.
Favorite things about this: everything, but especially Donkey and Jaskier watching Shrek/Fiona and Yen/Geralt mid-coitus, and starting at 0:49 sleep-deprived Geralt fishing for a djinn while Shrek is literally pulling out a make-a-wish calling card. C’mon. I love. It.
I also love playing with two vocalists for the POV in the same vid. I’d never done that before so it was great to play with Madeline and Joey’s voices for Yen/Fiona and Jaskier/Donkey.
Also curly haired Yen, my beloved. Mmmm.
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Bright Star (original vidpost) - Jupiter Ascending
Jupiter Ascending was certainly A Movie. I’m not sure 13 year old me would have truly free enough to embrace it like I wish I could have at the time. But I was not 13 when I made this. I used the 1999 VMA performance of Britney Spears and NSYNC which I really loved at the the song came but. I kind of feel like I fannishly ascended with my love for this vid. I am Beyond Cringe and am now Harbinger of Squee and the Things I Enjoy. The comments on the original vid post are really the best and some of my favorite. I love everyone who joins me in this bar, even if it isn’t your thing, lmao.
The YouTube stream is kind of shitty so here’s a download link to the mp4 file.
This one is my favorite because it makes me grin for how silly it is and how perfect it is in my heart.
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And there you have it, 6 of my favorite vids. Ask me again in six months and I can probably give you a different set of vids, ahah.
January posting meme + claim a date - prompt me.
#January posting meme#january posting meme 2024#my vids#my witcher vids#vidding#fanvid#fan video#fanvids#blogdora
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