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your-divine-ribs · 23 days

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I’m With the Band Part 10

Words: 1.4k (a short and smutty update)

I don’t know if anyone’s even reading this story on here but here ya go, got a few more chapters to post and then Sam’s getting thrown into the mix!

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I only have precisely ten seconds to weigh up whether or not this is actually a good idea, as Van needs little encouragement. He's already moving forward at my invitation, one hand curling around my waist and the other reaching up to cup my face, tilting it up towards his. I move backwards until we're both in the toilet cubicle, my bum pressed up against the sink.

"You're fucking gorgeous, ya know that?" He says quietly as he looms ever closer. "Been dying to get you on your own since I saw you in the pub the other day."

I consider pushing him away, knowing this will drive him crazy, but who am I kidding? Resisting won't just be torturous for him. He's intoxicating and he knows it, and as he pushes his hips into mine, pressing me back into the cold, unrelenting ceramic, I can feel my body responding.

"What are you waiting for then?" I purr, darting the tip of my tongue out to run over my plump bottom lip, looking up at him seductively.

The atmosphere is electric but suddenly Van pulls away, and I'm confused for a second until I realise that he's only stepping back to shut the toilet door, quickly sliding the lock across, securing us both inside. Then he's back, bending down slightly to curl his fingers around my thighs, lifting me up in one swift motion so I'm now sitting, perched on the edge of the sink, legs splayed wide whilst he's pressed into the space in between them. He certainly doesn't waste his time.

"I'm not gonna fuck you in here," I state plainly, feeling his hands on my thighs, slowly sliding the fabric of my dress upwards, exposing me right up to my hips.

"Who said anything about fucking?" He replies, a sly smile on his lips which are edging ever closer to mine. He’s so close now that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my face. "Only got ten minutes anyway until the doors open..."

"What..." I start but my words are cut off abruptly as his lips collide with mine, punching the breath right from my lungs.

His kiss is hungry and deep from the start, his tongue sliding hungrily against mine, feverishly invading my mouth. Any thoughts of resistance spin away in a fog of lust, his lips sealing my fate as I grab his hips and pull his body even closer, pushing mine against his simultaneously.

He pulls away slightly, breathing deeply, his forehead pressed against mine. "Are ya sure you don't fancy me darlin', 'cause you seem pretty keen?"

Even when he's seducing me he still manages to be fucking annoying, but his teasing only adds to my attraction. And two can play at that game.

"You're still a dick," I confirm. "I kiss lots of guys. Don't think you're anything special."

"Well, we'll see about that shall we?" He replies, one of his hands straying to my inner thigh, gently caressing a teasing trail to the edge of my underwear.

My heart's thudding in my rib cage and my cheeks feel flushed. I try to maintain some composure as a lone fingertip slides lightly over the silky fabric of my panties, but my body betrays me as a shudder of pleasure shoots through me. Van's just watching me, that little smug smile playing on his lips suggesting that he knows damn well that I'm teetering on the edge of control.

"Want me to show you how good I am with my hands then?" He smirks self-assuredly.

My body's screaming YES but I still don't want to give him the satisfaction. I've been with so many guys who spout off about what amazing lovers they are, but the reality is they haven't got a fucking clue. I swear that some of them wouldn't even be able to find a clitoris with a detailed map and sat-nav co-ordinates.

I roll my eyes at him. "Thought you said you only had ten minutes? I don't think you're that much of an expert!"

He shakes his head slowly, still grinning. "I only need five darlin', trust me!"

"Just shut up and kiss me!" I say, leaning in again, attaching my lips to his and he responds with a passion that makes me light-headed.

I feel his fingers move to caress me over the silk of my panties and I can't deny how good it feels, my hips twitching, needing more. As if reading my mind... or more likely my body... he hooks a finger around the edge of the material, quickly moving it aside. When his fingertips connect with my bare skin I moan loudly into his mouth, which causes him to kiss me even harder.

Fuck... he wasn't lying... he is good at this. He begins to rub small circles over my clit, starting off gently but gradually building up the pressure. When my legs start trembling I think even his five minute guarantee might be generous.

"Van..." I groan as his lips leave mine and start to kiss a trail down my neck. I feel him slip a finger inside me, hitting a spot which has my hips pressing forward, desperate for more.

"Mmm Bella... you like that, yeah?" He whispers into my neck, his lips finding the sensitive spot that makes me shiver.

My whole body's on fire now and I'm past caring whether I'm stoking Van's ego by showing my very obvious pleasure. He's a fucking magician, I'm sure of it, and I'm just about to experience the grand finale.

"Feels... so... good..." I moan, my voice coming out in little gasps, ready to explode at any minute...

And then he stops.

"What the hell are you doing?" I exclaim, watching on as he steps back to lean against the door, leaving me exposed and aching for my release.

I hurriedly pull my dress back down over my hips, hopping down from the sink as he looks me right in the eye with a smug kind of challenge on his face. "I'll finish you off later if you ask nicely... and admit that you like me."

What the fuck? This can't be happening. Not to me.

"You're joking right?" I utter in complete shock, my hands balling into fists. I want to swing at him and knock that self-satisfied grin right off his cocky smirking face.

Luckily for him, there's a knock on the door and Larry's voice sounds out. "Van, they've opened the doors mate. What ya doing in there? You've been ages... and have you seen our Bells?"

"Don't you dare!" I hiss at Van as his smile turns even more mischievous, putting a finger over my lips to demonstrate that he should keep quiet.

"I'll be right out!" He calls. "And I'm sure Bella's around here somewhere... knowing her she's probably up to no good!"

I just glare at Van, shaking my head. My mind's already working overtime, trying to come up with a plan to get one over on him, but right now I don't even want to see his smug face.

He opens his mouth to speak but I don't give him chance. I shunt him out of the way, swinging the door open and bursting out into the corridor, only to be met by Larry with a shocked look on his face. This is all I need. I didn't think he'd actually hang around waiting for Van.

I storm past Larry, making my way back into the venue and I hear him shout out. "Fucking 'ell you pair, you've not been shagging in there have you?"

This stops me in my tracks and I whirl around, indignant, hands on my hips, glowering at Van whilst I answer my cousin.

"You're kidding aren't you? I wouldn't shag Van if he was the last man on earth!"

And then I'm barrelling back into the venue, taking up my spot at the barrier, sulkily sipping on my pint, still fuming.

#im with the band #van mccann fanfic #vanfic

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owlsinathens · 1 year

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Good morning on the last day of this first ever Greysnow week! Today is an extra day that we pay the iron price for, so I'm continuing that theme by shamelessly reccing OUR fics today.

Near Mint (surface marks do not affect play) by MymbleHowl @st-clements-steps

Rating: E

Summary: All Time Top 5 Break-ups (in chronological order)

1. Robb

2. Jeyne Poole

3. Renly Baratheon

4. Kyra and Patrek

5. Gilly

Jon Snow is not getting into the Top 5.

Dany says: Where do I start with this gem? It's the High Fidelty AU I had no idea I needed until @st-clements-steps came up with it and then I was already gone, hook, line and sinker. The title in itself is already genius, but then when you read further that pales in comparison to how fucking brilliant this is. The AU is perfectly translated and all our beloved characters and their stories drafted for the fic fit seamlessly. All the Top 5s are hilarious and relatable and/or discussable, and inside all of that you have two sad boys who need to find their way back to each other ♥️ Please do yourself a favour and go read it, and then go and read all of the author's works, because Greysnow or not, her way with words is one of the most unique and fascinating things I've ever encountered.

Mirror at the Wall by @selkiewife

Rating: M

Summary: Theon is reunited with a resurrected Jon at Castle Black. Jon has suffered significant memory disturbances and Theon must help him remember who he is.

Dany says: This. Fic. Is. SPECTACULAR. Two men, broken beyond recognition, but still there, still alive and now reunited after being through the wars - and they do recognize each other (sobs galore!!) The attention to both Jon and Theon's characters is stunning, the descriptions gritty and evocative, the whole AU idea so so SO good. Special mention to Satin, the true MVP. 2 more chapters of this masterpiece are coming, and I couldn't be more thrilled! Go and read and subscribe and bookmark, you won't regret it one bit.

Law of the North by theonsfavouritetoy, aka @owlsinathens, aka – well, me

Rating: E

Summary: Balon Greyjoy has once again declared himself king, sealing his son's fate in the North. Jon doesn't like Theon, never has – but he also cannot stand aside and watch an innocent man being put to death. So he decides to do something that'll change everything.

Dany says: I had a really hard time trying to choose one out of my 100+ Greysnow works (I have either too much time or too little self-control, or both), but in the end I decided to go with my longest fic (so far, I'm pretty sure 1x1 will be double that in the end). I can't objectively say anything about the quality, but I can tell you it was a blast to write and I still love everything about this fic.

....you know what? Since I'm paying the iron price, I'll be even more shameless and rec another of my fics.

Tighter by theonsfavouritetoy aka me

Rating: E

Summary: Theon carefully exhales, feeling his ribs expand against the fabric enclosing his torso, safe and comforting, and yet…

“Tighter.”

Dany says: So, there's this corset in a world where corsets don't exist, and from there everything snowballed and took on a life of its own, resulting in a massive project of a post-GoT Theon lives AU that I'm still in the process of tackling (Using this chance to say that the next ch of 1x1 is in the works). And it all started with Tighter. Which is a fantastic ficlet, and I'm only cringing a little saying that out loud. Please go read it 😏

#greysnowweek #theon greyjoy #jon snow #theon x jon #fic recs #greysnow #snowjoy

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septembersghost · 2 years

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tío was a piece of shit but honestly i can absolutely see why gus decided to keep him alive purely out of sadism. you know when gus said that a shot to the head would be far too humane? i know he's a piece of fuck too and a shot to the head would be far too humane for him too but honestly i get it lol

we love (if that's even the appropriate word) and are fascinated by gus, but gus, when examined closely, is truly a disturbed individual - undeniably tragic, but that man is twisted. and the coati story (along with other allusions) implies he was that way long before what happened to max, max just metastasized it. it's completely understandable why he makes the decision to keep hector like that, to get the satisfaction of it, and at the same time, it's like...if he could be reasonable, at all, he'd have let him die, and look at the mess he'd have saved himself. walt could never have gotten the upper hand, it was gus' one weakness. the achilles' heel of it all. that's such a great line, though - hector's so horrible that the narrative convinces us with gus' conviction that he has earned that torment.

i'm a bit haunted by where we left gus in bcs - it's smart, but it's so bereft. there's a loneliness to it that i can't properly articulate (i have half a post about this in my drafts that i never fleshed out, and i couldn't bring myself to watch fun and games again, which has left it sitting there). he has, for the briefest of moments, almost an escape hatch. a connection to another human being. this is something we rarely, if ever, see. gus is very adept at his persona (we talk about jimmy's saul persona all the time because it's omnipresent and colorful and loud, but gus has one too! the courteous benefactor of the community with a welcoming business), but in that scene with the sommelier, there's a hint of something more real, neither the fastidious, calculating drug lord nor the faux considerate businessman, and he immediately shuts it down. we see the shutters close across his face (even as he's opened the curtains at home). he converses with mike, and continues on his path of revenge, and we already know. we know he'll get it, in many measures, and we also know that way leads to ruin. the last image we have of him in brba is so gruesome and somehow iconic now in its gore, almost elevated beyond reality as he straightens his tie before collapsing, and the explosion is startling, and walt gets, "i win." but in bcs, gus can't have a real conclusion, everything is still unfurling, so what we get is instead this minuscule glimpse under the mask, and then a small death all its own, a spiritual one, as that mask slips back into place.

fun and games was like a psychological horror episode on some level, and it's...such an ending. i know i've said this, but in hindsight it's even more clear - it IS the ending to bcs in so many ways, to the story we were in, and it's so contrasting. it's intimate (almost claustrophobic in a few places), it's mostly quiet, it's all character driven, and everyone seals their fates, everyone dies a little. gus at the restaurant, and mike with manuel, and...fundamentally, jimmy and kim, who will never be the same...and they're all closing doors on choices. it's inexorable, we can't help them or stop them.

a bullet to the head would be far too humane...that humane exit is left to nacho, but all the rest of them plunge so much further into darknesses of their own construction. they keep having to live (at least for a while). it's the harder and more tortuous path.

#i got SO off topic in this answer sorry #this has been swirling around my brain for weeks and weeks #anonymous #letterbox #gus fring #+ everyone else #better call saul

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catcas22 · 1 year

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Prince of Death, ch 1

So this is the first chapter of the new project I've been referencing. I'll post the AO3 link in a bit. This is a much more ambitious project than anything I've written so far, so I apologize in advance for the slow updates.

“You’ll only frighten her, Rennala. She’s barely seven.”

“That creature won’t care.”

Ranni huddled with her ear to the door, eyes fixed on the flickering band of candlelight under the threshold. Her parents clearly did not intend her to hear their whispered argument, and for that reason she was all the more determined to stay.

“What do you hope to accomplish, showing her that thing? It was half dead when we left it. Your seals will hold until the stars fall. Let her remain untroubled a few years more.”

While neither raised their voices above a whisper, she could hear something unfamiliar in Rennala’s tone, I grim iciness utterly unlike her mother. “She deserves to know the truth. She needs to know not to listen when Manus Celes calls to her.”

Silence reigned. Ranni held her breath, muscles stiffening in the midnight chill.

Radagon spoke, a new darkness in his voice. “It is not Manus Celes that I fear. If Marika learns that she was chosen by...”

“I don’t care what twist of fate chose her, that thing will never have my daughter.”

“Marika won’t care. She’ll kill her rather than take the chance.” Radagon breathed a heavy sigh. She could almost picture him, arms crossed pensively. “Who else knows?”

“The Preceptors know that a star fell to earth. It is only a matter of time before they discover the truth.”

“I’ll speak with Miriam.” A moment of hesitation. “Then we can tell Ranni.”

Footsteps padded toward the door. As quickly as stealth would allow, Ranni turned and raced back to her room. Her heart still thundered in her ears as she dove under the covers and feigned sleep.

***

Even two decades later, the memory of Manus Celes burned fresh in her mind. The thing had been a horror to look upon. Corpse-blue, mangled by its fall, fingers twisting and tangling like an injured spider. The marks of holy fire and Carian blade sorcery marked every inch of its form, and yet it lived.

The thing had no eyes, nothing that could even be called a head, and yet it saw her. It saw her, and it hungered.

Even as a child, she could sense the raw malevolence roiling off of the thing, a terrible intelligence that belied its grotesque form. She recalled shrinking behind Radagon, comforted only by the knowledge that both of her parents were there. They would protect her.

They hadn’t, of course.

Rennala, the Full Moon Witch, High Queen and defender of Liurnia, had lost herself to grief and retreated into her own mind rather than go to war with the Golden Order a third time. And Radagon...

Ranni laughed bitterly. After all of the grandstanding, all the pageantry of the silencing of the Preceptors, he’d betrayed her to Marika himself.

She leaned against the balcony opposite the Confessors’ Hold, watching as the rays of the dying sun painted Gransax’s grey scales red. It was commonly held that the dead dragon was simply too big to move, but Ranni doubted that. She wouldn’t put it past Marika, keeping the corpse of the last casualty of the war against the Crucible on display as an eternal warning.

Heavy boots mounted the stairs behind her. Blaidd joined her at the balcony, already changed into his traveling clothes. He appeared utterly at ease, as usual. Someone who knew him less well than she might have missed the anxious bristling of his fur or the way his ears lay flat against his skull.

“You sure you won’t leave with me?”

“If I leave the capitol, others will take note.” She had accounted for every contingency. Much as she hated to be parted from her shadow, it had to be this way. “If Marika catches so much as a whiff of conspiracy, we have already lost. I’ll have to slip out at the last possible moment.”

The half-wolf nodded, gnawing his lip with a lower fang. He rested his heavy paws on her shoulders, his worry now clearly shining through. “Please, be safe.”

A rather ironic plea, all things considered. She smiled, adopting the mask of sardonic self-assurance that came so naturally to her. “I’ll see you in Liurnia.”

As she watched her brother disappear back down the stairs, Ranni let the mask fall. Her gaze settled upon Gransax once more, now silhouetted black against a bloodred sun. In that moment, the dragon perfectly illustrated the slender hope to which she and her coconspirators clung.

It stood as a monument to Marika’s victory, yes, but it also served as a reminder of her mortality. Before the Erdtree, there had been the Crucible. Before Marika, there had been a Dragonlord. Another god had come before her. Another god would come after.

Ranni dashed her fist against the stone railing, wincing at the pain.

Light, then dark, fire, then ice, the sun, then the moon. The gods each struggled to hold their own moment of supremacy, clinging to power until it was wrested from them, each as cruel as the last. The coming of the new age might mean the end of Marika, but she knew better than to hope that the new age would be a kinder one.

Only one path offered any hope of change. A single path, dark and cold, which she alone could tread.

#elden ring #fanfic #Prince of Death fic #lunar princess ranni #blaidd the half wolf #radagon of the golden order #rennala of the full moon

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sparks-olivarpente · 10 months

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is Mike under Vecna's influence?

I read @brionysea 's post about possessiongate just before going to bed, had some weird dreams and woke up with too many thoughts. The idea here is that Mike was already possessed/influenced by Vecna for some time and that it explains his change of attitude. I'm NOT convinced at this point but it caught my imagination. As brionysea said here:

it's a supernatural horror coming of age story. things like will's ptsd and max's depression are turned into grandiose supernatural threats, but mike dealing with his sexuality in a heavily homophobic era (…) isn't? that would be a colossal waste of potential

Out of brionysea analysis, the points that stood out to me are: the Mindflayer hovering over the ball at the end of season 2, and the idea of Mike being used as a way to distract El from the UD.

The second thing certainly worked. Both Mike and El have been distracted in s3 and s4, and they're two of Vecna's "main enemies". People on tumblr have pointed out the fact that Mike, El and Will (as well as Hopper and Joyce) were conveniently away in s4 and that it could have been intentional for Vecna to wait for Mike's departure. And everyone here seem to agree that Mike's monologue to El was more distraction than help. Also, it is a fun idea: turning the "they get together and are happy ever after" into the catastrophic thing that almost destroys everything… Vecna would approve.

As for the first thing, the Mindflayer hovering over the ball, I've been wondering since s2: why was the Mindflayer spying on them and how could he do that since the gates where closed (post lab, but before the russians)? But then the gates don't seem necessary for spying between dimensions (Vecna does cast his curse on Chrissy without any gate being opened, right?) I also used to think it has something to do with Will's link to the UD. Poor kid has been eating UD slugs and Mindflayer black matter after all. If someone has been acting like some kind of portable door to the UD, it's Will. But Vecna's focus being on Mike rather than Will (or El) would be an interesting plot twist.

I don't see him being possessed the way Will or Billy where, it would be something like Vecna's curse, something intangible. Vecna subtly influencing Mike, playing on his REAL doubts and fears (Vecna's curse is interesting because of the internal struggles, because his victims believe Vecna's truths on some level, because they don't see his influence before it's too late)

Here I'm having a thought for all the viewers who think Mike and El are a cute couple… Or that Mike is just an idiot teen… realising it was Vecna's doing all along…

If Vecna was somehow using and influencing Mike it would give a different weight to his confusion, his change of behavior after s2, his difficulties to put words on his feelings (I've never thought too much about that because people DO change and it IS difficult to put words on things for many people, but some here have pointed out how Mike was actually quite good at that on occasions)… It would mean Mike will have to fight back in s5 the way Max did. I'd love to see that.

I can't decide if it's a good idea, or if Mike's struggles are more meaningful if they happened out of Vecna's influence. Maybe the later because as Eddie said, forced conforming, "That's The Real Monster." My favorite theory at the moment is that Mike is not YET under Vecna's influence but that it will happen. That Mike trying to conform was first a choice he made, influenced by his family, his friends, society, guilt maybe… and that it will become a weapon Vecna uses second. That poor Mike sealed his fate during that dreadful monologue he was pushed to make by his own past choices and the person that loves him best ;____;

#stranger things theory #stranger things analysis #mike wheeler #possessiongate #me writing about st

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baezdylan · 1 year

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in the spirit of manipulating you into music inspired interactions (<3 <3 <3) I've decided to use amy-coding to convince you to listen to Release Me (2010) by The Like (because it fucks I think):

Wishing He Was Dead - not amy-coded but I can imagine her listening to this for sure, fun and angry

HE'S NOT A BOY!!!!!! - Amy-coded, 11-coded, 10-coded, a banger all around. Absolute Anthem for girls who are toxic boyfriends (amy, 11, 10). Amy Pond Gender Issues for the title <3

Release Me - ON the amyrory playlist So much!!! it's SO them!!

Walk of Shame - more tangentially amy-coded than some tracks tbh, can see Party Girl / Kiss-O-Gram Amy in it though

NARCISSUS IN A RED DRESS!!! - not amy-coded (because it's seemingly about a girl that betrays the writer and Moffat refused to let amy interact with women but whatever) BUT it fucks so fucking hard, been listening to it on repeat for days now

I Can See It In Your Eyes + Fair Game + Square One - not very amy-coded but that's ok <3

In The End - Starless!Amy vibes for Sure!!!

Trouble in Paradise - not overwhelmingly Amy but the bridge has the energy

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!!! - have already touched on amy-coding this song but!!!!!! it's her <3 it's Series 5, "it can be the night before our wedding for as long as we like!", it's post-divorce amy telling 11 that she really missed the danger!!!

Don't Make A Sound - New York and Cassandra theory........writing a story to seal your own fate and passing it onto your younger self vibes....my hand inscribes my grave.....

Why When Love Ends - 11amy vibes...."planning all the time to say goodbye" "why does my heart keep holding on"

I could have SWORN I answered this already because I obviously consumed the album as soon as I read "convince you to listen" and figured out who was asking, but alas. It was in my messy messy tumblr drafts.

This was An Experience regardless of the fandom links, but OHHHH 🔮THE FANDOM LINKS🔮 "it's an age old story starting to bore me" / "my fiction leads my real life" / i'm all about chances, madness and mayhem" / "growing up is a sad affair" / "you're a boy that i could love, but all i do is run" AND MY FAVOURITE HE'S NOT A BOY <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 girls that are toxic boyfriends (Amy) & boys that are runaway brides (10 & 11, they can interact with Donna and Amy all they want, alright? I know who The Runaway Bride title was referring to in that special) What I immediately loved THE MOST about this is what you've already alluded to which is: these songs are Amy-coded AND can easily serve as inspiration for musician!Amy or simply find their place among her Kate Bush/Cobra Starship music picks. ALSO, the album came out in 2010 👀 accompanying DW Series 5 👀

#💌restless wind inside a letter box💌#amy pond unrelated media universe #amy pond 🌻#the like #also ivy your tag is gonna be amy's pseudonym #cassandra blackwood tag

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apieceofsushi · 4 months

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ladies and gentlemen the annual post you never asked for

summoning plans!! (2024 addition because man I have a mild addiction and as a f2p I cannot afford to be broke over banners I do not actually care about that much and-)

feel free to use this as well, I have found that it is rather helpful!

here's the initial layout (subject to change per the usual)

My ramblings under the cut :) :

Cutting down from last year's eleven banners to five?! insane. this is due to a) really thinking about what cards are actually the most appealing in my mind and b) time constraints. I really only play prsk for half an hour a day (at most, sometimes I may go a few days without due to having a life (a shock)), so I realized this year that the time required to successfully acquire the cards I wanted was nonexistent. so we're being reasonable! I think I had to cut out little bravers, the valentines event, both of the Kohane focus events, the toya dragon event, the Kanade Zamza (so excited for song btw) event, light up the fire, holy shit this is a lot, the latest akito event, and the third-anniversary event?? I mean, that last one should have the dream pick, so obviously, I'll try to pull a little, but we'll see how the savings are.

A reminder that doing these is kind of just a way for me to personally organize my thoughts and that anyone is welcome to try this!! visually this just helps me a lot.

Okay, now some more reasoning (again half for my own benefit) to pull on each banner:

In the Corner of a Resonant Town (ALL OF THESE CARDS ARE SO PRETTY WTF)

Shiho: I technically have a limited of her among a couple of other four stars, but the theme of this whole set shot an arrow through my heart the moment I saw it. It's just??? I have no words

An: similar reasoning as Shiho, I have her fest card and two other normal ones, bUt HeY oNlY tHe LiM cAmE wItH a CoStUmE-

Ena: did I just say that I was skipping her fest because I gained a lim of her this year? yes. do I still want this one and will fight to acquire it? yes.

Miku: I actually have a couple of Miku four stars already, but I feel like seeing her on a rate up nowadays is becoming...rarer? probably due to the need to put other virtual singers on banners to balance out how many she had at the beginning of the game, but there's no doubt the frequency at which she's on banners is significantly less (unless she's the focus or smth). not to mention that because she has six versions of herself, it's even rarer for one that you might like a lot to be on a banner?? so far this is one of three Leo/need Miku four stars, and the only one that's limited, so you know damn well that if it's this pretty I'm going for it.

Our Escape for Survival

So quick note: because this one is only a month after Resonant Town, idk how much I'll actually save for it. time-dependent ig

Mizuki: hot take the 3D outfit isn't that good but the art of it is AMAZING. I saw a comment somewhere saying "wow they look like k-pop idols" and as a fan of the genre my fate was sealed. while it is a mizuki banner, it's a limited one, so I feel like there's a bit more reason to summon. again, it's time dependent, so if I can't it's not the end of the world.

Mafuyu: MAFUYU. this card was my computer wallpaper for a period of time so it'd be a crime not to try for it. I'm trying to only get mafuyu lims/focuses as I have an abundance of her (as a mafuyu collector any mafuyu is accepted), and this one is really nice, and the hairstyle is refreshing imo.

Luka: partly out of desperation to get some of the newer virtual singer cards that release (many of the ones I have are quite dated at this point), but also this is so pretty hello?? easily one of my favorite Luka cards if not my favorite. k-drama set lessgo baby

Saying Goodbye to My Masked Self

Mafuyu: at this point I've come to accept that I automatically pull on Mafuyu focus banners, and that's been quite successful! the only mafuyu focus I still have not claimed is the intersecting melodies one (one day... one day...), so I can say that all normal rate-up banners have gone quite well. while I haven't been following the story very closely lately, I know that this event is very important for her arc, and as bittersweet as it is her trained card in this set is relieving.

Kanade: tbh her and ena are here because this is just a mafuyu focus that I will summon on, but hello they're actually pretty?? the cards in the Snow White set were mid outside of mafuyu (so basically just mizuki and rin), so I would happily pull more even if I already got Mafuyu. also. I currently only have one kanade card, and it doesn't have a costume, so I'd like to fix that.

Ena: same reasoning as Kanade (except I have a solid supply of ena cards and I just find this set pretty)

N25 World Link Event (oh boy)

Since all of these cards are fantastic (even if they're not limited (?)), I'll just come out and say that I love them all and I hope that they come home. Genuinely was at a loss for words when I first saw them and I'm very excited for the event when it comes to global.

Now, here I was thinking: man, with the Sanrio collab, I think that's a good amount of gacha for the year!

And then the new year banner came into existence. Not even kidding it has altered my plans so much, I won't go back and edit each thing as that's confusing but list them below:

Resonant Town will stay the same, I only need to do 200 pulls to spark for someone I want (as I have ten stickers, I'm assuming that's still how it works? I've never saved enough to spark lmao)

May skip Survival depending on how much I spend on the previous banner. It'll probably end up being leftovers from Resonant Town if I have any. But from here on out, it's hardcore saving time!!

Masked Persona will have to be a pull-until-Mafuyu-and-then-quit because as much as I could use a Kanade four-star, I'm hoping to get that from the World Link event. At this point, I make sure to summon on Mafuyu banners because I have all of her standard focuses, and I've been pretty lucky with not having to spend too much to get her each time (fingers crossed it stays the same).

World Link event will depend on what happens over the first ten months of the year (damn, they really had to put the best banners in the last two months of the year didn't they), but I hope to spend a bit on this one. Then again, there is the chance to get them on other N25 banners, so even if I couldn't get all of them I wouldn't be too worried.

Sanrio Collab (not pictured) is still a must!! If I have to limit the World Link event for this, then I shall! It presents the opportunity to pull for characters I don't usually want to (Saki, Airi, and Emu), so I'm looking forward to it!

New Year's Banner......all of these characters are stunning (and Mafuyu is a 3-star and an amazing one at that, literally better looking than some of the earlier four stars), so...I really don't have any words

Obviously, as the year goes on, I'll see how I feel about these sets, but I'm pretty happy that I managed I've managed to cut down on how much I want to summon (it's like a diet guys). Again, I put my thoughts down here not only because doing all of this rambling helps my thought process but also because I think it's helpful and encourages others to use it if they're unsure of what they want to pull on!! Happy New Year's, folks, I hope 2024 is a good one !!!

#anyone else find it funny that they put two N25 baby events in a row #it hurts my soul to skip the Kanade one #but man #with sanrio and new year's in the same month what can you do #the new year's banner is honestly so gorgeous I never would've thought they'd make a card set that caught me this off guard #not complaining #I'm glad they exist #just at mildly irritating time #but we'll see how it goes #do I find organizing and planning soothing?#yes.#do I enjoy doing it over various pixel combinations?#also yes.#watch me be all confident with my plans only for the world link vbs banner to come out and get me weak again #it's a process ok #project sekai #gacha #summoning #planning #another day where I go insane yippee #in all seriousness #I hope 2024 is a good year for you guys!!#I need a good new year holy shit #can't be worse than how the second half of this year went #anyway I'll see if I can be any more active on here #but I doubt it #once in a blue moon perhaps #enough spamming the tags #happy new year!

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devctiion · 2 years

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@aniimxses:

A letter of fine material and extravagant pattern awaits Chongyun at the Liyue Post Office. It sits upon an expensive, and lavish hand-carved giftbox full of Inazuman snacks and treats. Upon the envelope's seal is a familiar wax pattern made from a specially commissioned signet ring once gifted to the wearer. The letter itself is printed in neatly typed text done with a state-of-the-art machine- for the writer's penmanship is nothing short of incomprehensible, but its words are still as genuine as its sender. ---

Dearest Chongyun, Firstly, I wish you the happiest of birthdays. There is no one in all of Liyue more deserving of a well-celebrated birthday than you.

Although, I must apologize for continuing to be away from the Harbor this year. Unforeseen delays have waylaid my journey back home. In my stead, I've made a few arrangements. Seeing as you're reading this letter now, you must have received the gift arrangement I had prepared for you. I hope these are to your liking. I promise there are no Jueyun Chilis in these treats- Inazuma currently still lacks the trade for such products. Although, I see no reason why Xiangling wouldn't be interested in starting commerce with some fantastic chefs here... Perhaps something can be arranged. I merely jest, lovely Chongyun. But my next surprise is no trick. Just before sunset on the eve of your birthday, please find yourself at the location marked on the map.

Look eastwards towards the sea as the last of the day's light is eclipsed by sapphire waves, and there, I promise you will witness an unforgettable sight.

Someday, if you are able to travel out this far, I wish to introduce you to a special friend I've made here. She insisted I attached a ticket to this letter for her family-run business by the name of Naganohara. Perhaps some day you can meet her and make use of it.

One last thing, should you see Captain Beidou or the traveling swordsman, Kazuha, please bid them thanks, as I'm sure they'll be curious as to whether or not our arrangement was a success.

I live for your every letter, Chongyun. They have served well as an immeasurable comfort in these faraway lands. I wish you well in your training with your newfound aunt. When I return to Liyue, we'll be sure to put those skills to the test. That, I can swear all my honor on.

Awaiting our fated reunion, Xingqiu

Chongyun almost doesn't get the package in time. Training with his aunt and the last Yaksha (separately, he doesn't think he would survive if they were hounding him together) has filled much of his time lately- enough that he almost doesn't feel the yawning passage of time since the last time he's seen his best friend.

Almost. The exceptions would be those days that he has to himself to rest and recuperate and think. That's when an unusual sense of loneliness begins to set in, like a chill, but more unpleasant.

Today is both his birthday and one of those days. He's been given some time off training to go see his clan and perform prayer rituals with the elders, as always. He's already made a list of wishes, many of which remain the same year to year: To defeat an evil spirit on his own, to get his condition under control, but more recently- to see Xingqiu again sometime soon.

It's with his thoughts lingering on that last wish that he finds himself wandering back down the mountain into the Harbor, even though he knows he won't find him there. He visits Xiangling instead and spends a little time with her, dodging her suspiciously red 'birthday treats' and catching up, for old time's sake.

And then she asks about his gift from Xingqiu.

"...What gift?"

She'd really given him a wallop for that one and sent him right back out the door. So here he is, rushing to the post office to retrieve the present that's most certainly waiting for him. Even just at a glance he can tell it looks expensive. Even the envelope is fancy. Typical Xingqiu.

He carefully wedges open the seal first to get to the letter inside which is also painfully Xingqiu in a different way- it's been printed with a typewriter, no doubt to save his eyes the trouble of deciphering his handwriting. The thought puts a wry sort of smile on his face as he skims over the contents- one that drops with alarm the moment he realizes.

It's almost nightfall. He glances out the window up at the reddening sky, then hurries outside once more to make a mad dash back up the mountainside. It's a well-traveled path at least, one that he could walk even in his sleep, so he makes some good time even by his records. The sun dips beneath the horizon just as he's finally reached the peak and he stands there in the dark and silence, breathing hard and looking out towards the sea intently, waiting for... something.

This close to the harbor, the stars are faint from the city glow that envelops the sky, even this high up. It makes the night sky look warm and smooth, with only the brightest stars piercing through to speckle its surface. He thinks about how different this sky looks compared to the pitch black deeper in the mountains and wonders what kind of sky Xingqiu might be looking at right now, if he's also standing on some peak above the Inazuman capital, looking back towards the home he left behind.

And then it happens. Fireworks in the distance- big ones, if even Chongyun can see the shape of them from here. They fill the space left behind by hidden stars, becoming stars of their own, explosively bright and beautiful. Chongyun has never quite seen fireworks like this before and, squinting, he realizes that each one is making distinctive shapes that he recognizes.

"Oh," he breathes out, overwhelmed. This is his surprise. His gift. From Xingqiu. The box gripped tightly in his hands is heavy, laden with treats as it is, and surely that's the only thing anchoring his feet to the ground right now because it feels like there's fireworks going off inside himself- a burning bright feeling that swoops and soars through him, that makes him want to jump and shout and laugh.

Except he can't afford to let them go off right now- he can't fizzle out right as the show has just begun, so he takes a deep breath and holds it and tamps down on his pounding heart as firmly as he can. His eyes he keeps wide open though. He wants to remember every second of this moment.

Between one firework and the next, he remembers to make one last birthday prayer.

Fervently, he wishes Xingqiu to see these, too.

#ic #muse: chongyun (young)#aniimxses (xingqiu)#(My brand is answering birthday asks hella late SDFSFSF)

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beth-bunkus · 5 years

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🖊 + Miranda. the old miranda. in nightshade m o d e

WOW JAM, THAT’S A LOW BLOW, but a n y w a y

For those of you who don’t know, Miranda was the product of my goblin brain when I was in 7th grade

At the time, I was obsessed with Star Trek and also had no sense of how to not write a character that was NOT a Mary Sue

She was absolutely a vague self-insert, but like, way ~cooler~ read here: I was a lonely lil kid who was thirsty for validation after my parents went thru a bad divorce

Years later, I have forgiven myself to an extent for my bad writing bc I was learning!!! And the creation of Miranda was a fundamental step in me becoming more comfortable with my own writing

I’ve actually begun reworking her bc she has potential to actually be a compelling character and one of these days I might actually write a properly good fan fic with her

But that isn’t what this post is about so a n y w a y… from here on out I’m going to referring to Miranda as “RTM” (“rotten tomato Miranda”…. because the original incarnation of her warrants my past self being pelted with decaying produce a la medieval style)

RTM, aka “M*randa K*rk,” aka “very beautiful and perfect person,” was my made-up daughter of good ol’ Captain Kirk from the original series

For those of you who are wondering, she was tall, had beautiful auburn/reddish brown/chestnut hair and blue eyes, and was hEcKiN jAcKeD

alright she wasn’t THAT jacked but she was definitely a Stronk woman

RTM was good…. at everything

Things she was good at include, but are not limited to:

Archery

Knife throwing

Combat in general

At one point I included the fact that she was also a horseback rider (???) and had tamed a reckless colt on a bet

Which technically also makes her good at being a stereotypical horse movie heroine

Garnering the sympathy of: her father who was actively repping 3 brain cell culture the ENTIRE fic, McCoy, Scotty, even Spock

They ALL FELT BAD FOR HER at some point

Being an overall Terrible representation of a trauma victim

Being beautiful

Just…. being annoyingly cliche and a M a r y S u e

RTM had an annoying cat named Nyla, who could….. talk

Which brings me to my next point

RTM was part of a terrible, absolutely horrible original creation of mine called the Nightshade program

For some reason, 13 year old me decided “yo what if Starfleet did genetic experiments on literal students and trained them to basically activate kill mode” and that was the entire premise of this fictional program

I am not even joking here folks, that was an actual thing I decided was cool

Insofar as the “kill mode” went, it somehow involved these members of this group basically slapping on some edgy makeup and then proceeding to beat the crap out of anyone who was threatening their crewmates

RTM actually DID beat the crap out of a few people during the climax of the 10 chapter story I wrote

The accompanying action scene was just as terrible as she was badly written

Also RTM was modified with cat DNA for some inexplicable reason

Nyla was too, she had a fraction of Miranda’s DNA and that’s why she could talk

I know please stop judging me I was very dumb when I was 13

RTM had an annoying trio of friends – her two best friends Araya and Julia, and a very whiny boyfriend named Ryan

All three of them were intended to be my vague interpretations of my friends at the time, which I immensely regret

For some reason I wrote RTM to have an annoying overbearing mother, which is yet aNOTHER THING I REGRET HAVING DONE WITH HER CHARACTER

Idk, there isn’t a lot else to say, only that she was a massive pile of cringe and soon after bringing my vision for her to fruition I moved onto writing Fruits Basket fan fiction

Do with that information what you will

There was also a bad sequel that I wrote at some point but mercifully did not finish that will n e v e r see the light of day so don’t ask

But yeah that’s her I guess

#text post #long post #answering my mail #Jam..... I cannot believe you forced my hand #made me expose myself on the i n t e r n e t #and what's even worse is that there's SO MUCH MORE #but I've already sealed my own fate by posting this much #Beth squeaks

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cryoriku · 2 years

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How come everything hurts if nothing lasts? [chapter 1]

Ao3 Link: [x] Chapter 2: [x]

Relationship: Warrior of Light & Estinien Wyrmblood

Tags: Multiplicity/Plurality, warrior of light is an osdd system, Post-Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers, Self-Harm, Suicide Mention, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, estinien dad grunts, estinien is surprisingly good with children

Gils's crying has eased, but his voice still wobbles as he asks, "Do you have hot cocoa?"

Estinien takes a pause to contemplate the question. He sighs. "Yes. I have hot cocoa." Then, "Come."

Or, how Estinien would offer comfort to my wol Arkao and his little, Gils. Chapter 1 of 2.

The sky is without star.

Arkao tugs the collar of his cardigan closer to his neck against the chill. It has started to snow again, as was Ishgard's wont, but even as snowflakes made their gentle descent around him, Arkao can not find solace.

His feet seem to carry him of their own volition. Though in reality he had only been in Ishgard a few weeks prior, it seems like a lifetime since he had walked the streets of his youth. And yet, the ache is not the nostalgia he expected. It is guilt.

Remember that we lived.

All of Arkao's closest people are here with him. Alphinaud, Alisaie, even G'raha—they have all safely returned to the source, and tomorrow morning, they would set out for the Rising Stones with Estinien in tow.

But even though he has returned home, even though his loved ones are well, even though they had saved Norvrandt and soon, with all the strides made in curing tempering, the source would be too — the victories are bittersweet knowing there are people with only vague memories of a home they can never go back to. Perhaps it is silly to wish to save an already dead race — one besides whom are the enemy. As all else in Arkao's life, it's complicated. But it hasn't stopped haunting him.

Arkao begins to slow as he nears the outskirts of the Pillars. He stops at the ledge, hands only lightly on the railing, as though wanting still to keep a distance, though he knows without it a single willful pace would be enough to seal his fate. He stares out, where pitch dark silhouettes of mountains homogenize against the night sky. No sharpness to their peaks anymore. They reduce to mere smudges in an abyss of gloom.

This walk tonight was meant to clear his mind after tossing and turning in bed in the room the Edmont had kindly set up for him and the others. To process everything that happened to him. What is yet to come. But instead of clarity his head is only becoming more spun with turmoil.

It doesn't make sense to call himself a hero when by saving one he hurt another. Isn't Elidibus right? Of course he's going to say that, he can imagine Domin scolding him, but it felt unfair. He wishes it were so easy for him. He wishes everything didn't hurt so much.

He forces his eyes away and his legs reluctantly begin to follow suit. Heart thuds in his chest when he stops. Backpedals a half step and turns on his heels back toward the balcony—

Arkao's wrist is grasped and yanked.

He stumbles a couple steps backwards and lands himself against Estinien; Estinien says, "I do believe I've seen this song and dance before."

Arkao feels the sound of Estinien's voice as though in his own throat, tightening and filling until he can't make a noise of his own, but merely stares wide eyed. His heart is hammering.

Estinien all but drags him away. Arkao's legs function only in autopilot, everything in the snow and darkness meaning nothing, hollow void.

He falls into the seat underneath the gazebo Estinien leads him to. He is no colder than he had been earlier, but nerves have him shivering.

"I've not a coat to offer you, so you'll forgive me," Estinien says, "but it does raise the wonder of why you're out here contemplating the railing with a scarce piece of fabric to cover you."

Through the knot in his throat Arkao fumbles over an excuse that he just needed some air, and, because he's feverish and, and he didn't know what else to, Tataru and Krile have been—

Estinien gestures for him to quit. "Enough. Understand that this, you cannot hide from me. The road to destruction is a road with which I am well acquainted... and I've seen your signs for some time now."

As though Estinien had driven his lance into his gut, Arkao realizes what he meant. Still, he can not reason when it happened. Certainly not in ishgard. Even on their journey to Moghome, though they'd shed a few layers and spent a handful of nights washing off dirt in a stream alongside each other, Arkao kept a modest distance. Maybe he's wrong. Could convince Estinien he is wrong. Or maybe…

Maybe… after G'raha failed to pull him to the First...

With a start Domin pushed forward, cofronting. He shakes their head, "No. Those are old. I'm fine—"

"They still bother me..." Arkao interrupts.

"But I'm fine."

Their head is pounding.

Estinien relents. "I am by no means a coddler, but don't think me the kind to sit by idly as you attempt to—"

"No." The sound is forceful, desperate, dazed. "We don't do that anymore."

Estinien's brows are furrowed, trying to riddle this. Their eyes clench shut. They are trembling unlike he had ever seen before, head spinning from the emotion and all it took for both Arkao and Domin to keep switching like this.

Without warning Arkao's fingers grab the end of their shirt and he pulls it up, revealing on their stomach the selfsame tale: a rush flurry of lines overlapping, red and deep purple collecting to form scabbing over the still tender mess. Clearly not an attack, clearly deliberate, and clearly recent. Tonight. Still doing it.

Estinien takes a pause, lips pressed tight as he's looking at them. He nods slowly.

"Put down your shirt." Arkao does as he's told.

"Now look what you've done." Domin does not say it out loud, but Arkao shakes his head as though it will block it out. "Do you want him to make you stop? I thought you had gotten stronger. But you're the same dependent pup you used to be."

A heat rises to their face. They're dizzy and dizzy and their eyes close as Gils switches to front, tears pouring from his eyes. He falls forth, curling into Estinien's lap and balling his fists in the fabric of his trousers as he hiccups sobs.

Estinien stiffens. "Ah—" comes from his mouth first, stunned and a touch confused by the predicament. He attempts a couple awkward, impersonal pats at Gilss' back. Then he says, "Follow me inside, will you?"

They walk to Estinien's home close by — a humble quarters given to him back when he was first officiated as a dragoon. The frigid air is shut out with the door and replaced with the subtle warmth of a hearth on the other side of the room. Gils's crying has eased, but he sniffs and his voice still wobbles as he asks, "Do you have hot cocoa?"

Estinien takes a pause to contemplate the question. He sighs. "Yes. I have hot cocoa." Then, "Come."

Gils follows Estinien into his kitchens. As Estinien sets about heating the water, Gils curls up in a seat at the table — making himself comfortable. He lays his pounding head down on the table and closes his wet eyes. Little by little, the clinking and shuffling of Estinien fixing the cocoa lull him to a calm.

Estinien's grunt as he takes a seat makes Gils lift his head at last. He has a mug in either hand and slides one across the table. Heat blazes his icicles of fingers when Gils captures it in his hands — but still he takes several greedy gulps. Estinien watches this, speechless.

When he finally stops with a sharp exhale, Estinien says, "So let me get this straight. You say you're not Arkao anymore."

Gils shakes his head. "Not forever. Just right now." He explains that he's the youngest alter and that's all he really knows about this stuff. Arkao and Domin had been fighting during their conversation outside, and Arkao got sad, so Gils had begun to share consciousness— before ultimately taking the front, to stop their fighting and prevent them from wearing out their body.

"Something I've never had to do before…" Gils admits.

Estinien scratches his neck, not really seeming to understand. But then he nods. "When Nidhogg was in possession of me," he tries finally. "I think I understand that grapple for control."

"I don't. If they didn't hurt each other, no one would have to feel hurt at all." Gils's gaze falls. "I wish they would get along…"

Estinien sits back. "And you're... eight?"

Gils nods.

Estinien is silent a moment before sighing. "Aye, you have the right of it," says Estinien. "But people will never stop preying upon others for want or need of something. All there is to do is bring justice to it."

Gils pouts his lip, unsure if that was a compliment or an insult. He takes another sip. Says nothing.

Estinien leans forward. The look on his face is a puzzling one; near impossible to discern the thoughts and feelings beneath it. He gives a tilt of his head when he says, "I don't suppose you would want to talk about what's going on between them. So I won't make you."

"I don't know, anyways."

Estinien hummed.

Bit of silence. Gils expects Estinien to say more after his statement, but he does not. This guy really doesn't make sense to him. He finishes his drink as Estinien just takes him in.

"Want mine too?"

Gils looks up at him. A small smile began to twist on his lips. "No thank you."

Estinien ends up getting up then, and motions to set the cup in the washbasin before placing it on the counter. Gils, calmer now, takes in his surroundings. It has been a long time since he has relished in the comforts of Ishgard. His home.

In a corner of the room opposite of the door, the hearth blazed, casting gentle light into the room. Gils gets up from his seat and hurries over to it — plopping down on the old wood floor in front of it, legs tucked under his chin.

"You're allowed to speak your mind, though," says Estinien finally, "if you wanted. But, ah…" He makes a vague gesture with his hand, but Gils could guess what Estinien is trying to say: he is no Haurchefant.

Despite himself, Gils giggles a little. "No, I'm okay. I'm tired."

Estinien mumbles, "'Tis only two hours past midnight..."

Gils wriggles in the shirt Arkao had on, cold and wet and wishing it weren't so tight. It is the only thing making him not totally comfortable right now; otherwise, he feels fit to sleep. He looks back up to Estinien, who is now standing just behind him. "Can I have a bigger shirt?"

Estinien's brows furrow in intense thought. He says, "I don't own many pairs of clothes. But"—he shrugs—"I'll see what I can find."

He leaves the room then, disappearing down the short hall.

Gils, disregarding his alters' sense of modesty, takes off the snow-damp shirt. Then he takes a deep breath as the warmth wraps around his skin. Slowly, surely, the gentle crack and pop lulls him like a lullaby, and he sinks into the floor and closes his eyes.

When Estinien returns, he finds Gils asleep. He releases something like a laugh, as he picks up his shirt to hang over the back of a chair. Rather than rouse him to put on the dry shirt, or even to get back to his own quarters at Edmont's — Estinien fetches a blanket from his room and drapes it over Gils's body. Whatever had happened with Arkao and the other one, Estinien reasons, will not leave here.

#estinien #fanfic #estinien & wol #final fantasty xiv #my wol #hurt/comfort #my writing #estinien wyrmblood #post shadowbringers #arkao naem #gils #domin #moomoo system

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sxdmoonchxld · 3 years

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Tell Me U Luv Me| MYG

Summary : You should have stopped this a long time ago. Hell it wasn't even supposed to begin. But now it's too late no matter how hard you try you always go back to him. And now he wants you to tell him the feelings you've been hiding...the feelings you weren't supposed to have.

Genre: smut, smidge of angst, fluff if you cross your eyes and read it upside down

Theme: Infidelity

4k words

Warnings: Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Fuckbuddies, Bad Dirty Talk

a/n: i use to be lizardsocial, so if this seems familiar that's why.

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You stood outside the cracked door to his room shaking as frenetic nerves fired through the synapses of your brain. The cold draft flowing from the inky darkness escaping the room assaulted the warmth of your skin with coolness. Galvanizing waves of charged currents rushed through your bones, blunt teeth worried the inside of your lip as sizzling bubbles of anxiety, and zealous anticipation boiled in the pit of your gut.

"Are you going to just stand out there the whole night? " His voice, sonorous and smooth akin to dripping molasses reverberated softly through the quiet hallway.

His words mixed to the distorted pulsing of the blood in your veins. Flowed so heavenly to the crashing drumline beat of your heart resonating violently in your ears. You glanced down focused on the jittery motions of your hands. Remorse and guilt waged in the jumbled mayhem of your thoughts. For a spilt second. Oh such a painful second the image of your original lover manifested itself through your cloud of ignominy. This was wrong, the truth apparent. It didn't take a genius to deduce how inequitable and sickening it is. He didn't deserve this cold dose of adultery and deceit you served him with a cum smeared smile.

But you are weak.

There were several countless failed tries, where you sought to stay away. To purify yourself of his narcotic magnetism, to expunge all late-night escapades unraveling when the moon kisses the sky. Altering to omitted memories to never resurface in the sunlit horizon. Many times there a been that expected moment of reasoning. Albeit choosing to strike post-coital when you’ve been belatedly freed from the smog of arousal. Momentarily sated with the pulsating of your cum filled cunt. It’s usually then, only then you find yourself with the urge - the need to flee.

To be spooned in the warming embrace of your loving, naive boyfriend. To shield you from the freezing chills of your sins, and help sooth the pain as you reflect on your harrowing actions. Pathetically the shame, pain and regret are wistfully short-lived emotions, forgotten like an old childhood toy. Not soon after, in their place the yearning begins. Boiling at odd hours in the night, symptoms of withdrawal surfacing, devising you desperate.

Oh so fervent

Aching - desirous for your next moment with him.

He is slick and cunning like a snake. Coiled in captivating colors, poisonous, yet so enticing. He was no good for you, it was no secret. But when it all bubbled down to a concentrated thought. You were like a drug fiend, addicted to the empirical taste of his angel dust. Caught deep in the sweet down spiraling remedy that was Min Yoongi. He was the proverbial forbidden fruit and the serpent mix into one deadly package.

Not much coaxing was needed to take a bite. His tempting words and intoxicating presence was just enough to seal your fate. So with unsteady sock laden feet, your body propelled toward the dimmed room. The creator of your greed and secret ruler of your body waiting just beyond the door.

“I didn't think you were coming."

How funny. In a pathetic way that is. He didn't think you were going to come? Where could he possibly get that idea from? Admittedly it's been a while since the last encounter with busy and conflicting scheduling keeping you apart. Though not once have you missed that hypnotizing tune that always led you to him. Not once have you denied him a chance to ravage a body that was never his from the beginning.

“Did you finally get him to fall asleep?”Yoongi mused, the bed creaking lightly as he rose from lying down. You watched as he began walking towards you with a steady gait. The lamp on his nightstand casting a shadow to hide the right side of his face. Shivering you nodded, a small shaky smile of fondness playing on your lips as you reminisced your boyfriend's excitement over their new album.

"Good. You know how restless Namjoon gets when we have new material on the way." Spoken like a man who knew his best friend, his fucking brother. Yoongi was right though, it took time and patience to soothe a riled Namjoon.

Listening to hours of animated rambling, chatted amid eye-watering yawns and repetitive strokes through chemically damaged, yet soft and lush strands of hair. Though once his burning enthusiasm trickled down to a burnt-out wick, he was dead to the world.

"Yeah. I know." You responded with stifling discomfiture, a wave of salty transgression washing on the sandy banks in your chest. It was an unspoken rule. Namjoon was not to be mentioned in the immoral extent of you and Yoongi. Not to be slandered and tainted with the actions that would inevitably condemn you to hell. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about him while in this place, in this position; in this context. It served no relief. Only proving to be a conduit of neglected emotions that would be mulled over in the future.

You flinched at chilled forearms enclosing around your waist. The thin silk material of your nightgown, ineffectively blocking the cold press of his fingertips against the lower portion of skin on your back. Yoongi habitually kept it cold in his room. He joked claiming he liked the way your nipples hardened to stiff little nubs when they met the air. Yet he knew the biting element of his room did naught to rouse your body. It was him, simply him.

"I've missed you," he spoke soft and sweetly with cool lips resting patiently below your ear. His heated breath a spreading raised goosebumps to the surface of the skin on your neck. Pulling back to glance at him, you internally gasped. The verve burning in his eyes as he stared at you unwaveringly, was startlingly surprising. The passion swirling in his chocolate orbs were strange but not unfamiliar. Still, they held his desire and lust, but there was something else mixed in that was unknown, and didn't belong there. It made your heart speed up and palpitate uncomfortably beneath your ribs.

Scowling, your eyes dropped at his words and your own foolish flare of emotions. Of course he missed you, but not in the same way you missed him.

"You just missed my pussy Yoongi," you said unfiltered because it was true and despite knowing that truth, you hated the way your heart pained with a tinge of sadness.

‘No! Feelings weren't to be caught’, you scolded yourself mentally. It was unfortunate enough that you were already addicted to the sex with him. A weakness that you were failingly to recover from, a flaw Yoongi exploited with sick joy. The extent of this relationship carried no purpose beyond a way to release the sexual tension.

Temporarily rectified by secretive fucking behind his best friend and your boyfriend, Namjoon's back. Any feelings could and would utterly ruin you, except in the recess of your mind, you knew it was too late. The opening for evacuating slipped through your fingers the moment you opened your legs for him.

"It's okay because I've missed your cock." You tried cooing seductively, the partial lie trailing with the hand maneuvering between your frames as you lightly palm him through his sweatpants. An exciting jolt and rush of arousal raced down your spine at the discovery of his cock already at half-mast. Yoongi hummed appreciatively at the feeling of the palm of your hand rubbing slow circles on his clothed member.

"Hmm, are you sure that's all you miss?" he asked his hands languidly stroking your waist.

"I can assure you, your tight little pussy isn't all that I missed from you." His eyes burned into you like he was capable of seeing the hidden parts of your soul. Jarred, your palming slowed down to a stop. Your hands falling limply to your sides and brow bone turning down into a perplexed frown.

"Y-Yoongi, what are you talking about?" You tried pulling away from his hold, exceedingly confused to the implication behind his words. That out of place, foreign emotion whirling deeper, burning brighter in his eyes.

This wasn't like Yoongi, in fact, it was unnervingly out of character. He wasn't one for teasing or insignificant banter. Honestly, you were surprised you were still on your feet and clothed. If this were like any another of your previous encounters, you would already be on your back. Legs lewdly spread, your gushing pussy filled to the brim, trapped in the clutches of primal fulfillment.

"W-what are you talking a-about." He mocked, tongue sucking his teeth.

"Don't try and deny it. I see right through you. In you."

Enthralled, Yoongi pushing you towards his bed didn't register in your muddled brain until the plush softness of his bedspread cradled your spine. You flinches as hands slammed down beside you caging your head in among extended elbows and bent knees straddled over trembling thighs.

Yoongi drew his head down to your neck and like a bitch in heat, your neck craned effortlessly. Lips parting for the escape of an airy whine at his warm lips on your skin. The next Picasso in the making he nipped at the column of your neck, sucking your skin with differing pressure, painting the bare canvas with blotches of cherry and mulberry.

Another big no-no.

"Y-you can't see a-anything, because t-there is nothing t-to s-see." you lied again, stuttering terribly in between breathless pants. Yoongi chuckled, you could feel his leer against your skin.

"I can feel it-," he said with a tender lick to the blemishes littering your neck. His head moved down your chest, irritatingly feather-light pecks left by a brush of his lips. His mouth coming to rest over the swell of your breast where your heart pounded furiously below his lips. "-the way your heart beats for me."

A large hand abandoned its post beside your head, cupping a breast wrapped in delicate silk. Gently he massaged the soft tissue, alternating amidst firm and gently caresses. The meat of your breast spilling between clenching fingers. You arched your chest further into his hands, fluctuations of venereal relief rippled from his touch, your throat fluttering out moans. Warm wetness engulfed your other unused breast. Helpless you keened lustily and flagrantly, as flat teeth nipped at the hardened nub poking through the material of your gown.

Another lusty moan rumbled from your throat as a thick tongue began laving around the bud to soothe the sting of his bite. Your nipple stiffened further the cold air hitting the wet splotch, as Yoongi detached from the fabric encased teat. With seductive chocolate feline-like eyes scorching with ardor. His gaze lingered to your exposed thighs and the bunched up bundle of cloth resting on the apex of your legs.

Your heart throbbed in a frenzy when you noticed the focus of his gaze. Was he actually thinking about eating you out? As long as this affair has been occurring, never did he perform the act, or hint at wanting to. Judging by the cockiness of his rap lyrics, its apparent he is confident in his skills.

There was usually little to no foreplay, with your pussy easily dripping like the cock slut it has proven to be. Not much needed to be done to have you soaking for Yoongi. A couple of rough fingering thrusts with stomach coiling pressure against your g-spot and you were ready to meet him raw and ready.

A lecherous leer quirked the corner of his lips, he trained his eyes on you as he shifted down your body, his stomach now flat against the bed. You yelped when frigid fingertips seized the flesh of your thighs yanking you closer to his face. The rest of your nightgown rising up to rest in a crumpled heap underneath your breast. He snickered condescendingly at the exposure of the slick wetness coating the center of your panties.

Unfazed, thick fingers pressed into your dampness, collecting more of your arousal in the seat of your panties. You always got so wet for him, copious fluid dribbling to catch between your ass cheeks, your cunt pulsating wildly in anticipation, eager for his next move. With no hesitation, Yoongi pushed his nose into your pussy, the tip nudged against your covered clit, shamelessly breathing in your fragrance deeply.

"I can even smell it." Another deep inhale through his nose and a hot exhale through his mouth.

“So sweet.”

He pushed your panties to the side, a trail of sticky slick following its wet departure.

"I bet I could even taste it. How much you missed me."

You whimpered, your hips shoving up in silent desperation. You wanted, no needed Yoongi to give you more. You weren't accustomed to being teased, never having to beg. Yoongi always delivered with hip bruising, backbreaking, unrestrained strokes, his cock splitting your walls in rapid succession. That was what you were accustomed too. It was what you thought he wanted, the foundation of this liaison, fast and rough fucks. This time something was off. Things were changing, his intentions shifting, and you were scared, deathly frightened.

That even an ounce of his true affection, would overpower you. The taking over of your being complete, the tipping point of your inevitable overdose. An abrupt bloom of pleasure unfurled in your lower gut as Yoongi spread your pussy lips lewdly. The thumb of his hand hooked deep within your ribbed walls, your cunt clenched tightly around the thick digit. The stark temperature difference of his thumb and the torrid heat of his ascending tongue drew a high- pitched yelp from your throat. Searing energy blossomed through your core as the tip of his tongue flicked off your fattened clit at his first swipe. Brazen and amplified he sucked on his pink muscled appendage mouth parting loudly with a pop.

"You taste delicious, sweet like I said," he complimented before burying his face in your pussy. His thick tongue squirmed within your core joining his thumb, as it shoved as deep as it could reach before it started flicking out in an amalgam of movements liquifying your insides. You cried out helplessly throwing your head back against the mattress, your hips angled high pressed against his face to him feed more of your cunt.

"Tell me I’m better," He spoke around mouthfuls of your center. You whined, his words cutting through the buzzing vibrations in your ears. He was better than Namjoon, on a different spectrum. It was evident in how your body sang for him, how your hips ground helplessly on the twisting muscle inured so fathomlessly in your cunt. But you couldn't say it, you wouldn't dare say it out loud even though the words burned the base of your throat. That was too close in crossing forbidden territory.

"Tell me how much you missed me." His tongue drew your clit in his mouth, plush lips sucking the corded nub.

"No!" You denied him for the first time.

You just couldn't say those words no matter how much your vocals cords seized to shout the words Yoongi’s request. A muffled chuckle spilled out of him at your surprising defiance. He was calm in his movements, his thumb dragging along your walls to shift to press up against your g-spot, applying pressure with each outward stroke. His gaze was heated, staring at you over the mound of your cunt, balmy puffs of air fanning over your jumping clit as he spoke.

"Tell me how much you missed this. Us. How right this feels."

"Tell me how much better I am than him-" he demanded again. "-can he make your body sing like I can?"

"Y-Yoongi," you gasped harshly sweat permeated on your skin. Descending over the valley of your breasts in opaque pearls. You couldn't say it. Ceasing his stroking thumb, the whine bubbling in your throat was choked down by the replacement of two of his fingers. Scissoring them apart, his fingers curved on your g-spot assaulting the area with pressurized tenacity. With lips back on your clit sucking all the collected fluids down his greedy throat. Your teeth clenched together, hands fisting into the bedspread, your thighs shuddering terribly around his body.

"How much you wished, that was me fucking your pussy 5 days ago instead of him."

You gasped at his words surprise and fear mixed with lust, distorting your features into an almost comical expression. Yoongi laughed cynically.

"Didn't think I'd find out, would you kitten?"

Fucking Namjoon was more so out of guilt than some kind of vendetta against Yoongi. Namjoon was your boyfriend for fuck's sake, you couldn't go on denying him for much longer without him becoming suspicious; if he wasn't already.

"N-o, no!" Still you denied him, unwillingly to come to terms with the truth, both the latter and internally.

Toes folded in on themselves as Yoongi sped him his fingers to deep thrusting aimed directly for the spongy bundled of nerves. Your orgasm started intensified at an alarming pace, you could feel it in the way your stomach cramped. How your hips sloppily thrust toward Yoongi's face, your back arched off the bed. Soft, euphoric cries ruptured from your larynx, binding themselves onto the edge of every fleeting gaspy breath disbanding in the air. You slapped your hands over your mouth to muffle your scream, the sudden snapping ties of your pleasure, hitting you with the force of a freight train. Your upper body flailed around on the bed, unrestrained portions of your legs kicking out at the intensity of your orgasm. Your eyes pricked with tears and lungs suffocated as they were robbed of air.

Floating in post-orgasmic limbo, you vaguely registered his fingers withdrawal from your clenching cunt or the shuffling of his sweats pants down his hips or he hiking of your legs to perch against his waist. It wasn't until the fevered eagerness of his leaking cock head pressing against your quivering core, did you return from the clouds.

Yoongi stroked the skin of your thighs with sticky tenderness, his face coming closer to yours to capture your chapped lips in a sweet kiss. You gasped in frail distress and shock, your heart constricted tightly within your chest. Stars bursted behind your eyes at the strange feeling of his lips moving against your own. Another act taboo in the relationship that was this. Yoongi seized the perfect opportunity to ease his tongue into your mouth, dancing with your own. He was tart with your flavor, mixed with his addicting treacle.

Gradually his cock split your glossy folds, breaching your cunt's hole with the tip of his cock. You cried out in his mouth, detaching your lips from his. A string of conjoined spittle landing on your cheek as you turned your head to the side. Yoongi's lips followed you, connecting your mouth once again as he began surging his cock, deep, deep, and deeper. The slow pace allowing you to feel the burning stretch, every eager throb of his cock, every engorged vein pulsing under his skin.

Yoongi didn't give you much time to adjust as he started his leisure strokes. He barely withdrew before he was spearing you back on his cock, much deeper than before. Tearing your mouth from him again, you gasp with the stinging need of air, a forearm coming over to cover your face. The bright light of the lamp on his nightstand shining across your face suddenly a nuisance, as you greedily swallowed in the fresh air between mewling cries of pleasure.

"Does your slutty pussy squeeze him as tight as your squeezing me?" Yoongi grunted reducing his already sluggish pace, his hips rotating with each stroke.

Your head felt like it was ready to implode. You were overheating, short-circuiting, the blood in your veins boiling and curdling. Namjoon infiltrated your thoughts, his kind hardworking nature, how much he loved and adored you, but was it enough? Did you even love him anymore? Or were you stolen away by the man he considers his brother? It was all becoming too much, Yoongi's slow strokes and demanding queries were causing you to overthink. You needed him to speed up, to fuck your brains out so you wouldn't have to be pestered with your evolving thoughts.

"Yoongi, I-I need you to speed up. I want you to fuck me faster, fuck me harder please!" You begged as if your life depended on the tempo of his thrusts, and in a way it did, at least your sanity did.

"Shhh" he cooed. One of his hands abandoning its place on your lifted legs, to come and pry your arms away from your face. Your breath hitched as your blurry gaze focused in on the unbridled emotion raging in his dark eyes.

"Tell me I'm the one you want." He eased out of your body, grunting lowly as your cunt clutched desperately at his retreating cock.

"Tell me I'm the only one who owns you, who owns your heart." Again he sunk back within your depths.

"Tell me you love me and not him, and I'll fuck you until your coming on my cock."

Yoongi promised in one swift stroke buried deep within your cunt, speeding up his thrust to his usually relentless rhythm. You screamed in familiar delight, arms wrapping around his neck in a loop. Your breast crushed into his chest, fingernails embedded in his shoulder leaving raised red crescents. You could already feel your second orgasm approaching, your cunt enclosing Yoongi's cock in a vice-like grip, you never lasted long when he rammed into you like this. It was what you needed, the perfect escape to the feelings boiling in your chest. Another mind-numbing orgasm and he would follow suit, then you could leave and close this chapter of your life, the end of a book with a bittersweet ending.

"Oh, no you don't." Yoongi tsked. He knew the telltale signs of your orgasm, he ruled your body with an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove. Reducing his strokes to that of a snail's pace, he laughed at your wail of frustration, a bead of sweat dropping off his body at the shake of his shoulders. How obtuse of you to think he was going to let you come without you telling him what he's been dying to hear from your lips the whole night, for months.

"Say it. Open that pretty mouth sweetheart and tell me what I want to hear." Yoongi cooed, his cock now surging into your depths with shallow, unfulfilling strokes.

"Yoo-ngi." You hiccuped clamping your eyes tight. The coiling tightness of your orgasm was still there, maybe if you concentrated hard enough-

"Say it! Tell me you love, how I love you!" Your eyes flew open, dilating to focus on a blurred image of Yoongi. Him? Love you? How? Why?

"Yes, I love you." He said smoothly, no hesitation, not an inkling of regret, just confidence and love glimmering in his eyes.

"Now. Tell me you love me too and don't lie." Yoongi reiterated with a rough thrust.

"I-I don-" your mouth opened and closed, a fish out of the water you were caught. You fell back on to the bed, a hand placed on your chest over the blood-filled organ crashing against your chest. Your heart captured by another, no longer could you deny it, deny him, deny yourself. So with a heavy heart...you told him. "I love you."

You didn't want to. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. A one-time thing, he...you let escalate too far. Now it was too late. The truth was out now, and all hell was about to break loose.

"Tell me again."

You strangled on a wad of spit at the sudden rough thrust, your teeth clanking together at the single motion. "I love you."

Yoongi groaned loudly, the loudest you think you've ever heard from him at your affectionate confession. His hands readjusted themselves off your thighs to better support himself as he began lifting his your legs to rest on your chest, your knees pushed into your breast. Immediately his hips set off at a fast pace, the slaps of his balls hitting your ass nearly rivaled the shout of pleasure or the wet slapping of where you were connected.

Your hips met his with bruising contact, but you didn't care, the angle of his cock drilled at your g-spot relentlessly. Black and white dots floating in your vision, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Jumbled repeats of his name wretched themselves from your lips, you were sure the other boys in the shared apartment could hear your cries of satisfaction. Namjoon as well.

You didn't care, your love for Yoongi, the feeling of his cock in your guts, was the only thing on your mind. A couple of more thrust and your orgasm was ripped from you, your legs thrashing about in Yoongi's hold. The sweet pull of your cunt on his cock bringing forth his own release, and with one last surge of his hips, the bulbous head kissing your cervix, he spurted warm ropes of his cum straight into your womb. Breathlessly he dropped your legs from his hands, a mixed wad of your and his cum spilling out from around him. Gently he withdrew and fell onto the bed beside you, lowly he sighed in satisfaction.

"Tell me again."

You told him.

"I love you."

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