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dmitriene · 5 months

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𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗡 𝗚𝗙 𝗣𝗧 𝟭.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘳𝘺𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

simon is extremely careful because you both know that he has a heavy soldier’s hand and he is a man who grew up as a soldier, capable of turning into a living killing machine and, in principle, a meat grinder, but not next to you, no.

he treats you like a jewel, many people want to protect what is closest to them, especially if they consider it more fragile than them, and the same applies to you, you don’t have to be a completely defenseless porcelain doll — just being an ordinary civilian, unlike simon, is enough, and he already wants to act around you like a loyal dog around something fragile.

in your relationship with him, the detail that you were a virgin was revealed extremely quickly, when, in a stream of hot kisses and wet traces along the neck to the collarbones, his hands slid to your crotch and you somehow squeaked in fear, slightly pushing his hands away, making him mentally worry — «did i do something wrong? she doesn't want that? am i hurried things up?»

one glance at the dark brown abyss of his eyes is enough to understand that he is immersed in a stream of thoughts from which it would be nice to get him out before he plunges deeper than necessary, your hands carefully touch his cheeks, warm from the blush and recent kisses, stroking his cheekbones and pressing your nose to his to convince him with a gentle whisper — «hey, si.. it's alright, i'm fine, you did nothing wrong okay? i just didn't — didn't had anything like that before»

light eyelashes flutter like a fan when he looks at you and his gaze widens in surprise, brown eyes become as if cat like round when he sharply releases a sigh that he didn’t know he was holding, gently placing his slightly rough palms on top of yours, nervously licking the line of slightly thin lips and nodding with relief, kissing the button of your nose like a child, smiling and muttering hoarsely, gradually moving away from the previously heated atmosphere — «yeah.. yeah, sorry love, got it, we're not in a hurry, step by step, gonna — gonna take my time with my precious girl»

and his word was restrained, you moved forward in small steps while he explored the world of intimacy as if anew, but now with you — no rush, promiscuous connections and unknown surroundings, only his charming girlfriend, who in the end turned out to be quite enthusiastic, otherwise how to explain how it all came to this.

it seems to him that you begged him about this for weeks, just like you, because after that situation when he found out about your inexperience, he seemed to begin to be afraid, and when small kisses turned into quite hot and with a lot of saliva, hands reaching out to pull his belt, he removed them and continued to kiss you, allowing you to feel the bulge in his pants pressing into you and which you wanted to feel in every possible way, but you were like a child from whom all the sweet things were taken away.

most often, all such sessions, be it on the couch while watching a movie or in the bedroom before bed, when a couple of innocent kisses before bed turned into a practical desire to devour each other — they became just dry humping, strong fingers squeezed your hips and slowly moved them along his legs, causing your panties, already soaked to the limit, to stick to your folds while you whined and whimpered every now and then, clinging to his shoulders and begging for more — «pl-llease, mph, s-si.. want you.. want you inside so bad..»

he controlled himself well even when he heard your charming whines, and it seemed to you that he was deliberately mocking you, because he only whispered backhandedly — «no, love, gonna take more time than that, need you to be patient, yea?» kissing the top of your head and deliberately jerking his leg, making you wiggle your clothed pussy against his knee and shudder in an instant, numb orgasm, digging your nails into his shoulders and practically scratching them through the fabric of his shirt, moaning and mewling unintelligibly while he literally felt how your cunt clenches and unclenches around nothing, gushing into the cotton of your panties and the thin fabric of your shorts.

your patience was rewarded, to the extreme, one way or another you moved a little further, finding yourself between his legs with his wide dick lying exactly on your tongue, while saliva flowed down your chin, maybe you were the initiator of what was happening, crawling between his legs while he watched TV, his muscular legs spread wide apart, allowing you to gaze at the imprint of his girthy cock in his gray sweatpants, fidgeting with your cheek against the inside of his thigh just like a cat, looking at him absolutely innocently and batting your eyelashes, and how can he refuse when you look so adorable, so needy?

you don’t remember how long you’ve been sitting between his legs, the texture of the carpet uncomfortably rubs against your knees, even if it’s soft, while you with half lidded eyes studyly lick his big shaft, humming and emitting vibrations when he gently helps you with his hand, placing it on the back of your head and gently helping you move, while your tongue circled around the tip, picking up pearls of the precum on your tongue, slowly releasing him from your mouth to gently kiss the head, causing simon to growl and twitch as you slowly began to swallow him back, moaning and squirming on the carpet, looking for a friction for your throbbing pussy, causing him to stroke your forehead with his thumb and mumble deeply — «good girl, fuck — just keep it nice and warm here, yeah? gonna teach you how to.. how to do it properly, sweetheart»

he is so gentle and careful, he is in no hurry and asks you to pat his arm or leg, looking where you can reach, if something goes wrong — but you are so eager to do him good that you allow him to push your throat onto his throbbing dick even through the strange tingling sensation around your lips, running your tongue along his bulging veins as he continues to pump you slowly along his cock, which jumps up and rubs against the roof of your mouth, making you practically purr, allowing him to push deeper into the tightness of your throat.

but suddenly you close your eyes and your face contrasts with pain, your nails cling to his leg, causing him to pull you back in concern, instantly noticing the cut in the corner of your lip, which is why he immediately hides his still erect member in his boxers and sweatpants, hastily, gently squeezing your cheeks while your eyes gradually become wet from an uncomfortable burning sensation — «fuckin' hell, i told you to .. — shit, sweetheart, m'so sorry, had to notice first, i'm sorry»

you shake your head, additionally feeling that your jaw is aching, you don’t want him to feel like he’s to blame, so you gently kiss him on the cheek, looking at him guiltily and pursing your lip, purring hoarsely — «noo, it's my fault, you told me to tap you.. just.. wanted you to feel good, si»

he waves his head, stroking your hair and kissing you along the entire perimeter of your face, sensually and surprisingly airily, picking you up on his lap and adjusting his bulge, noticing how your gaze slowly slides between his legs, to which he hides your face in his neck, chuckling and continuing to kiss you tenderly, his fingers tracing circles and stripes along your spine, making you giggle at his words — «another time, lovie, you had enough for today, yep? best fucking girl in the world, wanna take care of me so much» ‹𝟹

one way or another, simon was really very worried, otherwise how to explain the fact that he practically did not let you out of his arms, did not allow anything more than small pecks on your cheeks or nose, and constantly sat you down on his muscular thighs to smear the corner of your lip with ointment, stroking your cheek extremely tenderly, watching you pout charmingly due to the fact that your training is delayed, and apparently for a long time, but can you really blame him for worrying about you, his precious girl?

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damiansgoodgirll · 27 days

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So girl, I’ve seen Beyonce is your favourite singer and she’s my favourite singer so could you please write Reader where she is a huge fan and she’s part of the judgment day and more like Rhea and Damian, she reacts to the album with them and they can’t understand like the hype or something like that because they are not into that genre and like reader has some crazy reaction.

Please it would be so fun! Thank you so my queen 🐝❤️

please, i always imagined what would their reactions be to beyonce or singers they don’t listen to lol, i’m so happy to make this request!

notes : i love rock music and metal too! i just needed to make reader a beyhive and make her hating metal music (please forgive me), also listen to this masterpiece thank you!

damian priest x reader x rhea ripley (PLATONIC)

cowboys

you always loved sharing car rides and hotel rooms with your teammates, especially damian and rhea. they were the first people to ask you to join them in the judgment day, seeing your potential in nxt and being barely twenty one, they wanted to give you a bigger opportunity and so they took you under their protective wing.

finn and dom were nice too, they helped you growing in your skills in the past year and they all took a liking in you but you had a bigger connection with rhea and damian.

they always pushed you, making you reach goals you thought were impossible and you couldn’t thank them enough.

there was one thing you didn’t like about them.

their favourite type of music.

rock. metal. punk. whatever they were listening to. you just couldn’t handle it. there was just one rock song you liked and it was beyoncé’s “don’t hurt yourself” rock song.

so long car rides with them were always a torture. you tried to make conversation most of the time but when it was a 7 hour ride, eventually you would finish topics and so you had to listen to them singing or more - screaming - to their songs.

they usually let you choose one or two songs, but that was it. and everytime you would choose rihanna or beyonce they would take over it.

finn once told you that metal heads only cared about their favourite music. the rest was trash for them. you didn’t believe him at first, thinking he was only overreacting but in this year you realised how right he was.

it’s like they were allergic to beyonce.

but tonight, oh, tonight it was going to be your night.

you were currently in the same hotel room as they were as rhea wanted to share a room with you all. you knew what was coming at midnight and so you asked multiple times to have a separate room from them, you didn’t give them explanations but rhea wasn’t having it.

so, a huge bedroom with two kings sized bed - one for damian and the other one for rhea and you - and a huge tv with all the apps you needed, spotify included was what you got.

the shock came when the track list dropped a day prior, letting you know that there were going to be 27 songs.

they can barely handle one song, how were they going to react to 27 songs?

you still didn’t ask them, as whatever band rhea was playing on spotify - probably motionless in white - were blasting in the room and you were currently fidgeting with your fingers.

the best guess was probably that they would leave you alone for two hours or so. maybe going at the gym or somewhere else. the worst guess was that they probably would laugh at you and telling you no. that would be the worst because you had been waiting for this album since the announcement day and you were already excited at the thought of a new beyonce album.

fifteen minutes to the album drop and you were already imagining yourself leaving the room to go somewhere else to listen to the album.

“guys!” you called for their attention. you were sitting on the bed next to rhea and damian, who were playing some cards game.

“you okay?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“i have something to ask you…”

“go on” rhea’s curios faced looked at you. rhea always liked the way you got shy around them, even if you had been with them for the past year. she kinda knew what you were going to ask, as you had been fangirling about the album with bianca belair for the past two weeks but still, she wanted to hear you asking them. deep down she knew she couldn’t say no to you.

damian, on the other hand, had no idea and he probably was going to have a heart attack at your request.

“so…i have a request…and for once i would like - uhm…i would like that you would consider my feelings” you struggled at first making rhea slightly chuckle.

“did we do something?” damian’s worried expression looked at you.

“no no no, you didn’t do anything to me…uhm…it came out wrong” you said “so, uhm…i don’t know if you know, probably not, but beyoncé’s new album drops in like ten minutes now and - uhm…since we’ve been listening to metal music all day long and i haven’t complained once - i would like to ask you if you could let me listen the album here? like, i know it’s not your type of music but i would really love to listen it here and not going like in the gym or somewhere else…since we have spotify and stuff…” you asked.

rhea was smirking and damian was very much confused.

“that’s it?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“why were you so scared to ask us that?” damian asked you this time.

“i wasn’t scared…”

“yes you were” he pointed out. he kinda felt bad that you had to ask them such a simple thing. yes, he knew beyonce wasn’t his music but he couldn’t see why it was a thing to ask.

“so?” rhea asked “you kinda looked scared”

“it’s not that. it’s just i know it’s not your type of music and you always act dramatic when finn or i ask if we can listen to something else so i thought it was going to be a problem for you”

“we always let you put your songs on” damian said.

“yes, and then you and rhea talk over it”

“oh” he said “i didn’t mean to do that i promise”

“okay…” you smiled “so you really are going to listen beyonce with me?”

“yeah, i mean, i don’t think 13 or 14 songs could hurt us” rhea joked and damian laughed too.

“actually…it’s 27 songs”

“what!?” the both screamed, making you chuckle.

“you still have five minutes to back up because the album is about to drop” you said as you were searching beyonce on spotify.

you observed the way rhea and damian looked at each others. definitely not ready for the outcome. but rhea couldn’t help but notice how excited you were about the album, and how you were happy with it. just a small thing that made you the happiest she ever saw you.

“here we go!” you almost screamed jumping back on the bed, sat between rhea and damian as you were about to press play when you saw the album popping up on her spotify home “are you ready?”

“wait…is it a country album?” damian asked and you nodded.

“you should have gave us a little more of infos about what kind of death we have to die…” rhea added a little dramatic, making you laugh.

“oh shut up! it’s gonna be great!” you said pressing play.

you were in tears after the first minute of ameriican requiem and now damian and rhea thought you were the dramatic one.

it got worse when beyoncé’s cover of jolene started as you always loved that song growing up.

“so she stealing songs?” damian murmured, earning a side look from rhea and punch in his stomach from you “okay i apologise”

the death of you was when daughter started, you knew beyonce was capable of anything but opera? the italian part? you were a crying mess, and even though neither of them were understanding the hype around beyonce, they couldn’t deny she was a great artist.

they were a little shocked when they saw you crying over her songs and they didn’t know what to do. if they should console you or letting you cry in peace.

“oh she’s doing it again!” you screamed when spaghetti started.

“doing what?” rhea whispered never getting a reply back.

you were crying and then you were not.

they felt like they were babysitting a baby.

damian was trying to stay awake just for you and rhea was kinda amused by the reactions you were having to her songs.

ya ya made you start jumping on the bed, tyrant made you feel like you were a porn star and ii hand ii heaven made you cry all over again.

one hour and a half later the album was over and you couldn’t believe the masterpiece beyonce just dropped.

“so?” you asked them, noticing their confused looks “did you like it?”

they knew they couldn’t say no because you looked too happy and they didn’t want to ruin your mood but they couldn’t say yes because - country? - definitely not their genre.

“i gave up after the jolene cover” damian joked, earning another side look from rhea “joking joking…it was interesting”

“rhea?” you turned to her and now she was speechless.

“uhm…yeah, it was an experience” she smiled at you, making you smile too.

you were happy with their reactions so you went all to bed.

two days later

another car ride. another show. another hotel room to be shared with damian and rhea.

you hit the shower first, tired of the trip you just had, you wanted to relax a bit before going to bed.

“your body laid out on these filthy floors

your bloodstains on my custom coutures

bathroom attendant let me right in

she was a big fan”

came from the bedroom. except it wasn’t spotify.

“they keep saying that i ain’t nothing like my father

but i’m the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

if you cross me i’m just like my father

i am colder than titanic water”

you heard damian singing.

he was singing beyonce. the opera song. they really thought you couldn’t hear them so they kept singing or more like, whispering, but you would catch a someone singing a beyonce song even in the loudest crowd.

rhea joining him too was something else.

you really couldn’t believe that but you pretended nothing happened because you knew you would have ruined their egos.

damian and rhea singing beyonce?

no one would believe that.

but you did.

and that was enough for you.

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ghostja · 4 months

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The Misunderstanding of Mori(BSD)

I have realized Mori is a misunderstood character in BSD due to his abilities name, Vita Sexualis. I recently finished reading the book, and the title is misleading. I assumed it was an erotic book; I could not have been more wrong. It’s a story about Kanai(MC), who is writing about his sexual experiences intended for his son to be provided as a means of sexual education. It is not inappropriate whatsoever, and the act of sex is never described in detail.

Throughout the story, you come to understand Kanai and how he has a lack of sexual desire. The story starts when he is a child, and adults tease him for his innocence. It was disgusting seeing adults toy with his innocence, especially since the story starts when he is six.

Later in the story, when Kanai is close to graduating from university, his parents think it would be best for him to marry. A meeting is set up for Kanai to meet a girl whom he finds nice. But he debates the difference between this girl and all other nice girls. He also questions if most men settle for a nice girl due to their sexual desire. Since Kanai has a low sex drive, he believes this is the reason he can’t settle. I believe he is bringing up the difference between love and sexual desire. Also, how sexual desire can act like love.

Here is a quote about Kanai's thoughts on marriage,

"I suspected that some probably decided under the stimulus of sexual desire. Because I was deficient in this area, I guessed that even if I felt the young lady was quite nice, the deficiency was probably why I didn't want to marry her."

There is an incredible tetralogy called The Sea of Fertility by Yukio Mishima, which discusses the downsides of sexual desire. In the first book, Spring Snow, Kiyoaki(MC) becomes infatuated with Satoko. He lets his desires control him and wishes Satoko to marry him, but she is engaged. Instead of putting her happiness first, Kiyoaki lets sexual possession take control of him, leading to his demise.

In the third book, Temple of Dawn, Imanishi created his own story, "The Land of the Pomegranate." It's about how sexual love leads to possession. As soon as the people in this world reach peak desire, they are discarded. This stops sexual possession from taking over.

I bring up these books to further show the difference between love and sexual desire. And how controlling this feeling can be with it acting like love.

I believe the author(Ogai Mori) is trying to tell the readers you are most capable of love when young because you have no experience. Sexual desire can be extremely passionate to the point where it controls you. In the story, Kanai reflects how once a month, his roommate Koga would let his sexual desires loose. While he personally found no importance in those activities. I find it vital to state even though he doesn't care for sex, it doesn't mean he wants to be alone. In the story, he says,

"Yet even though I had a longing for love and affection, I didn't feel, as one normally would have expected, any real sexual drive."

Now to connect this back to BSD, I believe Elise is a child to represent innocence. Maybe Mori himself is like Kanai and does not care for sexual relations. And what is the opposite of that? A child who knows nothing of sex and does not care for it. They do not have sexual desires, and it has nothing to do with their type of love. Elise might simply be someone for Mori to love and receive the same type of love back. Or she represents his innocence and the type of love he craves.

I believe she could also represent his hidden innocence because when you are older you wouldn't want to be called innocent or pure. It's embarrassing to be labeled a virgin or not understand a sexual joke. But not everyone cares for these things, and some yearn for a different type of love, one that is not sexual.

Hopefully, people will stop labeling this character as a pedo and look for the meaning behind his ability instead.

#bsd #bsd mori #bsd elise #bsd port mafia #bungou stray dogs #mori ougai #bsd mori ougai #bungo stray dog #bsd manga

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miss-sweetea-pie · 7 months

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I just saw an interesting maiko post. I didn’t want to comment or reblog because I figured that person didn’t want to have a discord considering the tags and some times tumblr recommended things to you. I probably wasn’t meant to see it honestly, But now I want to talk about it.

It was about how Zuko and Mai are just teenagers who don’t understand each other sometimes and then fail to communicate.

Also about how Mai’s emotionless trait collides with Zuko’s need for emotional validation and Zuko’s controlling possessiveness collides with Mai’s need for freedom. But they care for each other that doesn’t make them a bad couple, and Mai is not a bad girlfriend.

Honestly it a really good way to frame the relationship. I would also call it incompatible, maybe even toxic? it doesn’t make them bad people, but sometimes people do bring out the worst in you. Technically, this is true for Zuko, considering he went back to the fire nation, and he started dating Mai at the same time. Mai is the first person we see him speaking to after betraying his uncle and the show wants us to know he made the wrong choice. Mai is use as a narrative tool for Zuko’s lack of support in the fire nation,he’s miserable when he goes back home, and the one person, you would think he could connect with, his girlfriend, is cold and emotionally withdrawn. The show used Maiko to explore the the emptiness of being home in the fire nation, the empty promises of fire nation glory he been chasing and it doesn’t resonate with him anymore, also the impossible standard of gaining conditional love. (Sorry but Maiko is Zuko centric so it does makes Mai hard to read at best and abusive at worst)

I don’t deny that they care about each other in someway they’ve known each other since they were children, it’s safe and comfortable. but love is not enough. Honestly most toxic relationship in irl continue because they love each but they are not good for one other. Zuko and Mai they don’t understand each other and it seems like they don’t really want to understand each other. That’s the problem. (Mai mostly).

Maiko is really just a toxic cycle of their needs not being met

This scene where Zuko want to talk about his feeing and open up to her

Mai: *yawn* I just asked if you were cold not for your whole life story.

(Not going to lie, that was funny but it’s still a very dismissive thing to say, especially to your partner.)

Zuko is actually a little bit more sympathetic when she tells her “sob story” he didn’t yawn

Zuko: I like when you express yourself.

(her being off and on with her anger. Is like a metaphor for him being in the fire nation, trying to make something work and it’s not working. Constantly feeling like he said or does the wrong thing)

and It just bubbles over until they finally blew up

Zuko’s possessiveness is a reaction to after he feels like he has done all sorts of stuff to please her. it’s zuko reaching his breaking point. Boy is really insecure in this relationship because the feed back he gets from her is contempt. Sure we could argue and say that doesn’t make mai a bad girl friend maybe this is just her sense of humor or personality. well, it doesn’t mesh well with Zuko therefore, they are incompatible, and a bad couple with each other.

( also Zuko is not nice here that’s kind of the point he hads regressed in his character arc so to speak.)

and then they get back together by making out.

Sure she says she cares but why when did she actually show it? Actions speak louder than words! We never get a moment where Mai gets it and really understands him.

#anti maiko #anti mai #just to be safe #zuko #they deserved better #pro zuko #pro zutara

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mehiwilldoitlater · 4 months

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O It was a calm day on the island. Well, almost all days were calm, especially when you were the great controller of that world and the only things you wanted were to just relax all day, play with a bunch of cute m-onkeys, pick flowers, and all of those things.

During midday, it was normal to stand under a tree, enjoying the sea breeze and the light cries of the seagull, without a care in the world, especially when your current protector is an immortal monkey that just has a huge crush on you.

Sun Wukong had feelings for you, and that was something that everyone understood by now.

He followed the rite of courtship, presenting you with treasures and food and showing you that he was the best partner that you could wish for. You accepted all of them, and of course you made clear that he was in fact your partner as well, but he felt something was missing in your shared union.

He opened his scarlet and golden eyes, sniffing the nice scent coming from your legs and skin. Some sun rays were able to escape from the shielding leaves of the tree, enlightening the gems decorating your ears. You were all beautiful, all connected by the small flower crown in your hands. You were always beautiful in his eyes.

"...Y/n?"

"Um?"

"Are you happy with me?"

"Well, of course, why?"

"I don't know. Something is missing here."

He started to scratch his chin, trying to understand what he was thinking about. You looked at him, your questioning gaze upon his concentrated one.

"I just... I don't know... something's not right...like., I know we're together, but I sense like something's missing."

"Wow, you seem more troubled than a girl pecking his wedding dress."

"What's a wedding?"

"You don't know what a wedding is?"

He kept his eyes on you, prying for an explanation. He was left a little behind with humans traditions, still a little too close to their own way, but that didn't mean that he couldn't be fascinated by them.

"Well, usually it's a ceremony that unites two people who wish to make a family!"

"But we did that, no? We're partners now."

"Well, yeah, but it's...it's like vowing forever love to each other. Promising that only death can tear them apart...to be together in the good and the worst."

Wukong's eyes shone a little. What a strange and funny thing to do. So useless, so simple, so interesting.

"Let's do it."

"...what?"

"The wedding thing!"

"Hold on, are you asking me to marry you?!"

A huge flush reached your ears, decorating the jewels and the pearls even more. You never thought about that; for you to be with him was enough!

"If I can be more with you than yes!"

He made a small jump to his feet, catching your hands in his own. His eyes never left yours, a smile full of enjoyment on his face.

"Y/n, would you marry me?"

#genshin sagau #sagau #gensin impact #sunwukong!au #sunwukong

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MR TAKE YA BITCH - 🧡 Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo stood on the stage, the bright lights of the meet and greet illuminating his signature brown hair and piercing blue eyes. The crowd erupted into cheers as he greeted his fans, a wide grin plastered across his face. Among the sea of faces, one stood out to him—a girl with a nervous smile and twinkling eyes, clutching onto a poster of him and his twin brothers, Matt and Nick.

As the line inched closer, Chris couldn't help but notice her. She seemed different from the rest, her gaze lingering on him as if she had a million things to say. When she finally reached him, her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

"Hi, Chris," she said, her cheeks flushing pink. "I'm Y/N."

Chris smiled warmly, taking her poster to sign. "Hey, Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

Y/N's heart raced as she stood before her favorite YouTuber, unable to believe she was finally meeting him in person. She had followed Chris and his brothers for years, always admiring their humor and creativity. And now, here she was, face to face with the man who had brought so much joy into her life.

As Chris handed back the poster, their hands brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through Y/N. She bit her lip nervously, trying to gather her thoughts.

"I-I just wanted to say thank you," she stammered. "For everything you do. You and your brothers have been such a huge inspiration to me."

Chris's smile widened at her words, genuine gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot to us."

Emboldened by his kindness, Y/N found herself blurting out the words before she could stop herself. "I love your music, too. Especially 'Mr. Take Ya Bitch.' It's so catchy!"

Chris chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, that one's been a fun one to perform. Glad you like it."

As the conversation flowed between them, Chris found himself drawn to Y/N's infectious enthusiasm and genuine admiration. Despite the chaos of the meet and greet, it felt like they were the only two people in the room.

Before they knew it, the meet and greet was coming to an end, and Chris reluctantly said goodbye to Y/N, promising to see her at the next event. But as she turned to leave, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted to see her again, to spend more time getting to know her.

As the days passed, Chris couldn't get Y/N out of his mind. Her smile, her laughter, her unwavering support—it all replayed in his head like a broken record. And so, against his better judgment, he reached out to her, inviting her to grab coffee with him.

To his delight, Y/N accepted, and they spent the afternoon lost in conversation, laughing and joking as if they had known each other for years. And as they parted ways, Chris couldn't help but feel like he had found something special in Y/N—a connection that went beyond the confines of fame and fortune.

In the weeks that followed, Chris and Y/N's relationship blossomed, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. And as they flew to New York together, hand in hand, Chris knew that he had found something worth cherishing—a love that transcended the boundaries of his wildest dreams.

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo x reader #the sturniolo triplets #the sturniolos #i hate this

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Ineffable (Dream of the Endless x f!Reader) - Chapter 2: Devious

Also with Corinthian x f!Reader

Masterlist - Playlist

Everyone, please welcome your favourite charismatic miscreant, The Corinthian. Wonder what's in store for him and the Reader? Read on, fellow dreamers.

I wake up well rested. After the conversation with Dream in the library, I just wandered off into Fiddler's Green and lay down on the grass. There wasn't much work to be done in that moment, so I just thought it would be nice to reconnect with an old friend.

For reasons which are probably all too clear, Gilbert may be one of my favourite places to roam in the Dreaming. And I vaguely remember already unwittingly wandering there, years before I even met Gilbert. He once said that I look quite familiar, and this was in our second meeting, so I just jokingly breathed out, "Well, I'm glad I have a face you wouldn't see fit to forget."

Of course, once I moved back to London from living with Gilbert and Rose, I admit I had to find my footing once more. I had to re-enroll at UCL and come across some familiar faces I'd rather would not have encountered again. Uni was both a refuge and a bother, in my experience. But of to course, getting accepted into my BA in Classics was almost a miracle, considering my high school record back in America. This opportunity seemed the only avenue for which I would be able to develop my passion in the Latin language and its texts, but the people were.... meh, to say the least.

Now back in London, living in a humble little studio in Walthamstow, and struggling to piece through my thesis, I have to admit I miss waking up in the morning to Hal practicing their dramatic numbers in the living room, Barbie and Ken having a constant lovers' spat in the room next to me, and so on..

I plant my feet on the floor, and stretch. I stand, and it takes me about 10 steps to reach the modest, little coffee machine in my kitchen. I get it started, and wait.

My mind drifts to what Morpheus said the night before... "You are important to me."

Hmmm... something tingles up my spine - a feeling of warmth, excitement. At the very least, now I know that the attraction may not be one-sided after all.

Silly girl, my thoughts barge in, you mistake interest for genuine connection.

I am pushed out of my thoughts by the ring from the intercom. Who could it possibly be at this Godforsaken hour?

"Yes?" I press the button.

"Why, hello, darling..." a familiar voice drawls.

"Cor?!" I hear myself squeak. Damn, I really do need that coffee.

"The one and only."

"What are you doing here?" I ask, but I have a feeling I am eager to see him, no matter the reason. Well. Shows you how messed up I am.

The Corinthian and I first crossed paths nearly 2 years ago, before I was even fully accepted into the fold in the Dreaming. Gil, Rose and I had driven to some hotel after receiving an anonymous call about her brother Jed. Looking back, it's understandable why I sensed something was wrong when we arrived.

They were having some sort of 'Cereal Convention', regardless of the fact that there was nothing even remotely related to cereal in sight. I had a hard time describing it at the time but the people made me feel queasy, especially the guy in the check-in booth with the name tag, Fun Land. Even Gil looked shaken after walking off for a few minutes, and he had managed to catch me in the lobby before leaving and stammered, "Be very careful, and look out for Jed and Rose!"

Minutes later, I bumped into a tall man with dirty-golden hair, and I was so amped up with adrenaline that I cried out, "Fuck!".

"Well, excuse me." he laughed, "That was my bad, I guess."

"Sorry," I felt embarrassed, straightened up and got a good look at him, "Nice glasses." I remarked.

"Ah, well that's nice of you to say." He leaned back, as if assessing me, "You're... different."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what's a beautiful girl like you doing... here, of all places?" He spoke as if he had never lacked confidence a day in his life.

"It's a Cereal Convention, isn't it? Maybe I like cereal." I nervously said and thought, What a flirt.

He looked down at the name tag I was wearing, which Rose had managed to nab from the Welcome desk.

"The Siren, huh? As fitting as that sounds, I have a feeling you don't belong here. So maybe you should leave before it gets..."

"There you are!" He was interrupted by a wiry woman in a tailored suit, with a shorter, tense-looking man, "We have to introduce you to some people."

"Be right there." He politely said.

He glanced back at me once more, and it seemed as if he had more to say, but held it in.

"Good day, ma'am," He tilted his head, "Take care of yourself."

Weird...and strangely well-spoken, I had thought. The tone of his voice was almost akin to being melodic, reeling you in.

I would come to understand much later why he had warned me to leave. Jed, Rose and I found ourselves chased by Fun Land down a hallway. He had us trapped in a corner, but I had become so livid, thinking of what he could have done to Jed, what he had done to so many other kids...

I let out an agitated scream, and felt a rush of energy emanate from me. The lights flickered wildly, and he was flung a few feet backwards, hitting a wall with a crack.

Shit, I thought, I had done it again.

The Corinthian strode in from the end of the hallway, as if he had been there all this time.

"I thought I told you to leave." He said to me, as if almost annoyed.

"Oh well," He shrugged, and grinned maniacally, "The more, the merrier."

Of course, this was all before he had to be eliminated by Morpheus, and later reincarnated to be more loyal and subdued, and less... well... homicidal.

He returned to doing his duties in the Dreaming, where we crossed paths once more.

"It's you." He said, as if he wasn't surprised at all of my presence. Or of how I was able to move and do as I please in Morpheus' kingdom.

I had walked in the central hall, ready to report on the affairs of several dreamers that I was tasked to handle for that time.

"I knew she was special," he directed to Morpheus and Lucienne, "and now here she is."

He had looked highly amused. Morpheus looked back and forth between myself and The Corinthian, and it's safe to say he did not share his amusement.

We managed to see each other time and again in the Dreaming, and we've become quite familiar that I now see him as a... friend, of sorts. I was initially cautious around him, reckoning with all the things that he'd done, but I've come to know of who he is, made anew. In some ways, perhaps this was how The Corinthian was meant to be all along. He retained his calculated brand of deviousness, which seeped in ways such as in the musings that he would share with me. But I can see where he's coming from. I understand him, I think. Besides, I can't claim to being a complete saint myself.

I've also grown to calling him Cor instead of his official-sounding moniker.

"I just feel like I'm addressing a Bible verse sometimes." I grumbled once, to which he let out a guffaw. Don't get me wrong, I do like his name just as it is, but I liked the fact that only I called him by something else. It feels more...intimate.

Strangely, I barely saw him in the past few months, both in the Dreaming and the Waking World. I tried searching for him, when I was sifting through the Dreaming, but I couldn't.

I once came back to the library to find His Great Lordship sat there in all his solemn glory. He really looks like he needs Aspirin and some sunlight sometimes, that anthropomorphic personification. And perhaps a hug. Or two.

"You should stop trying to find him," he said, "He's occupied. And besides, considering his track record, he may not be the best companion for you."

"You made him," I pointed out, "and he's better now. You made him better."

He stared at me long and hard. "Nevertheless..."

He went back to what he was reading, and I walked off to find a volume that I needed. Why was he being so dismissive?

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"Are you going to let me in, or should I just manifest myself in your room?" Cor's voice echoes through the intercom. I manage to collect my thoughts, and press the opening buzzer.

Half a minute later, I open the door.

"Hey there, trouble." He leans on the doorframe.

"Trouble yourself." I go in for a hug. It's been a while.

He laughs warmly. "I can see that trouble missed her favourite Nightmare."

He walks into my flat, and takes everything in.

"Cozy." He comments.

"Don't say a word," I point at him, "It's... nice."

"Hey, I never said it wasn't." He puts his hands up, and sits down on my bed.

"What are you doing in the Waking World anyway? Morpheus know you're here?" I walk to the kitchen and finally fix myself a cup coffee.

"Well, I was looking for you, actually." he responds, "And no, I think Lord Morpheus may be dealing with something else at the moment."

"Oh?" I sit next to him.

"What do you say we go on a trip?" he proposes, nudging me with an elbow, "I actually have something I have to do in the Waking World. Loose ends to tie up and all that."

"I'm listening..." I mumble, taking a sip of coffee.

"It'll be fun." He declares excitedly.

"You know that really doesn't tell me anything, Cor," I complain, "I haven't seen you for months and now you want to go on some roadtrip?"

"Precisely." He says, not missing a beat. As if his plan was completely ordinary.

I think to my work, my unfinished thesis. I glance around at the state of disarray of my tiny home, which bothers me. And what about the mission I have to undertake with Morpheus?

Well, I suppose my thesis can wait. Who knows? Maybe getting some fresh air may be just what I need to find the right words to put to the page.

As for Morpheus... I'll see him in my dreams.

"Fine." I give in.

"Perfect." Cor smiles widely, and I found myself having missed this sight.

"But first...." I demand, "You help me clean up." I gesture around with one hand.

He breathes out, and after a pause, strides to the closet where I keep the cleaning supplies. He pulls out the vacuum, and I giggle at the whole picture.

"Stop it." He says firmly, feigning annoyance.

"You're actually doing this?" I ask, incredulous.

"Well, this might ruin my fuckin' suit. But... anything for you, trouble."

End of Chapter 2.

All right, that was quite heavy on the Corinthian x reader side but his character is just sooo. . delicious.

The dynamic of Dream x reader x Corinthian will be shown in the next one!

Also, this was barely proofread so I may make some tweaks later if needed.

How do you guys like The Corinthian? Would you like more of him? Or shall the focus be on Dream?

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CARLA JAEGER IN TATTOOARTIST!EREN AU.

i imagine that miss mama carla was a firehouse baby. for the first 3 years of her life she grew up w two chaotic + unstable parents that just left her at a fire station one day.

then she grew up in foster care and from 13-18 she stayed in a group home with other girls of all different backgrounds, and they felt like family even if it was chaotic.

something that she took up during her childhood was sewing. like this bitch can make anything if she got a lil fabric. and she knows how to throw deown.

she has italian lineage with a thick jersey / new york accent in my head. curves like a disney mom.

after high school she went to a community college and also took classes at a fashion school. for money, she was the most one of the most charismatic bartenders & bottle girls you could ever meet, coming home with her pockets full of tips with the help of her pretty ass face.

everybody loves carla! if you don’t, you did something wrong. she has connections to so many helpful people because everyone just knows she’s that bitch.

and where do you think eren gets his firecracker ways from? she loves a good time, having all eyes on her at clubs, but if any jerk got out of line her mouth would run off the chaiinnn, and don’t make her have to slap the piss out of somebody, because she will.

at around 21, she met grisha, who was 26 and in med school. how did she meet him? partied too hard and wound up being treated by him.

“you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re just a student. get me an actual doctor.”

“or, you could go home. deal with the massive knot on your head and possible concussion by yourself.”

fuck, she loved his accent.

“at least i won’t have to see you again.”

“likewise.”

yeah, they hooked up that night. knot on forehead and all.

she didn’t think she was gonna fall for the man, especially since he already had a kid, but then a messy 3 years of falling in love later she was pushing eren’s big head out and marrying this german man.

she worked a desk job while eren was young, but after grisha got on top of his medical school fees and started getting that neurosurgeon money, she was in her stay at home mom bag.

eren was such an troublesome bby to deal with. he would always be running around and making him sit still was a challenge. one of the only times he would shut up without even having to be told anything would be when he spotted his mom drawing sketches of her dress designs, crawling up on her lap and watching everything she did.

and something that always infatuated him was her few tattoos that he would see every now and again. like the dragon on her shoulder that had beautiful lilies drawn around it, or the butterflies on her left foot. when he got into his tattoo art talent, grisha was against it but carla embraced it, allowing him to refresh her old tats and them getting matching ones of each other’s names, his on the back of his shoulder while hers is on her arm.

as eren got older his favorite parent was evident. he loves his mom but he LOVES annoying her even more. just goes in her room and lays on her bed like “what we watching?” the amount of times she’s popped his hand for reaching into her food.

she loves her son, but she gets to that “get the fuck away from me, eren. my head’s throbbing like a fuckin’ drum with you around, god.” he know’s he succeeded when she has to physically push him out of the room.

when they’re at home it’s either, “sweetie, have you eaten?” or “get out this kitchen, you moose! i’ll throw this fryin’ pan at your skull, move!”

when ppl be like, “eren, your mom’s so nice.” he agrees, but not forgetting to say “to you guys.”

but seriously, when it came to being a community mom in eren’s grade school days, carla was it! always packing foods and drinks for kids at the games, taking them out to eat afterwards, and clearing hoes at pto meetings. that mama drama is no joke.

now that e’s in college, when other mom’s complain that they miss their baby so much, she just nods. she was glad eren got his ass out by 18. she loves her baby, but handful isn’t even enough to describe him.

she’s able to claim time for herself again, and then, she knows her son, and even with all the problems he can bring onto himself, she knows he’ll be fine.

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Ninjago OC: Estrella, Master of Starlight (part 2/3)

Estrella, Master of Starlight:

Now that you have some context for where Starlight as an element came from, what it does, and who Aethra is, we can talk about Estrella!

Estrella grew up in Stiix - certainly not the most pleasant city in Ninjago to grow up in. However, she wasn’t a penniless orphan. She had a decent life, and her parents were alive, they just…never paid much attention to her. Nobody did, really. With her head often in the clouds, she had a hard time clicking with other people, especially others her age. She didn’t have any friends growing up, and the closest she got to reliable affection was from her aunt Araceli, who lived in Ninjago City. Aunt Araceli was better off than Estrella’s parents and would often bring her nice things when she visited. But those visits weren’t very frequent, so Estrella took to looking up at the night sky and wishing on the stars for a friend. And then one night the stars answered.

While stargazing, Estrella noticed a strange creature - Aethra in her weakened form. She caught Aethra’s attention, and the two became friends. However, Aethra’s form was continuing to weaken, and she realized that Estrella was the only person who could see her. Aethra decided that if she was no longer strong enough to help people as she had before, she could at least help Estrella by being a friend to her.��

And then the Pre-Eminent was unleashed. In the chaos that followed, Estrella was mortally wounded. Aethra, still stuck in her weakened form, lacked the power to heal her dying body. But there was one thing she could do to save Estrella’s life - pass her powers on and let them heal Estrella from the inside. But this would mean giving up the last vestiges of power holding her form together. In the end, not wanting to fail to protect someone just to save her own life, Aethra passed her powers to Estrella and faded away.

Estrella knew that Aethra’s final act had been some sort of magic that healed her injury, but she didn’t know what it was. Though vaguely aware of the concept of Elemental Masters, she had no clue that she had become one. Over the next few months, she discovered new abilities - creating twinkling lights like Aethra had done, healing slightly faster from injuries - but with her True Potential yet to be unlocked and her being unaware of the normal extent of Aethra’s magic, she had no idea she might be capable of more.

The events that would lead to her learning otherwise began shortly after the Pre-Eminent was defeated. Her parents suggested that while Stiix was being rebuilt, she should go live with her aunt in Ninjago City. Araceli agreed to take Estrella in. At first, Estrella was thrilled with the change. Leaving Stiix, spending more time with her aunt, and living in an apartment nicer than her childhood house all seemed like fantastic things! But leaving the only home she’d ever known and moving cross-continent to a city of strangers while grieving her first and only friend made it hard for her to settle into her new life. In addition, Araceli, who had always been one of the only people to give her attention, was working more and more hours to cover the additional costs of supporting Estrella, leaving Estrella mostly alone once more.

During the day, Estrella took to wandering the streets of Ninjago City, hoping to get to know the city a little. On one of these walks, on a mostly empty street, she almost literally bumped into Avery. Avery is @destinysbounty's OC, so I won’t go into too much detail, but here’s the tldr: Master of Acid, from the future, sent back in time because of the Time Twins, has connections to Djinn. She was also part of the ninja replacement team in Skybound, and due to her connection to Djinn, she retains her memories and injuries when the timeline resets. So Estrella sees a girl walking down the street go from uninjured to suddenly injured, and she instinctively reaches out with her powers. This is how she learns that her powers do, in fact, work on other people. They’re not strong enough to fix Avery completely, but they heal the minor injuries and help make the major ones less severe.

After this incident, she and Avery become friends. Avery’s not a ninja yet (although she met them during the tournament of elements), but she goes on her own adventures and sometimes crosses paths with them. Estrella becomes her teammate, not able to contribute much to helping her fight, but able to heal her up afterward. This is especially helpful because Avery is not immune to damage from her own powers and thus often ends fights injured. Eventually, Avery gets badly injured protecting Estrella during a fight, causing Estrella to unlock her True Potential as she realizes she doesn’t want anyone to die for her ever again. She’s able to save Avery’s life with her newly unlocked powers, and from that point on, she’s a full Elemental Master.

#ninjago #ninjago oc #oc: aethra #oc: estrella #my art

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Revenge is Sweet - Chapter Five

Emily orders the team to take a break from the case. When Harley invites the team over for dinner, JJ finds some incriminating evidence.

Word Count: 2,073

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of drugs and murder, language

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Sure enough, just as Harley had predicted, the team were baffled by the couple’s recent kill.

“Anthrax?” Luke shook his head in confusion, flicking the body bag back over the victim’s head. “And Dilaudid? What is up with these people? Why can’t they just pick a signature and stick to it?”

“Maybe because that’s the whole point,” Spencer thought, walking away from the body.

Luke, Spencer and JJ were at the park where the body was found. It was exactly were Spencer and Harley had left it the night prior.

“Something’s off about this,” JJ mumbled, almost to herself. “It’s almost… familiar.” She looked at Spencer as if she was begging him to just come out and confess right then and there.

Spencer’s throat went dry. The more they killed, the more suspicious JJ grew. Spencer was glad that at least one of his teammates cared about him enough to connect the crimes to his trauma. But he also really wished she didn’t care. How long could they keep getting away with this if JJ eventually voiced her suspicions?

After interviewing the people who found the body, the three of them headed back to headquarters.

“This case is hurting my head,” Garcia complained at the end of the day. “Not even my endless supply of cute cat videos is helping me this time.”

“I think we’re all burnt out,” Emily said. “We need a break. How about tonight you all go home and rest. And unless these unsubs kill again tonight, do not think about this case until the morning. That’s an order.” No one objected to her demand.

Harley was packing up her things when Penelope walked over to her. “I am in dire need of a girl’s night,” she sighed.

“Tell me about it,” Harley replied. “These unsubs must literally be geniuses to be able to stump us this bad.” She tried not to smile as she called herself a ‘genius.’

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Penelope said, beginning to walk away.

She had just turned her back when Harley said, “Hey, Penny.”

“Hmm?” Penelope hummed, stopping in her tracks.

“Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” Harley asked. Spencer looked up from his desk and threw Harley a vexed look. “It would be nice to hang out with you somewhere where we’re not talking about serial killers.”

A smile spread across Penelope’s face. “Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks.”

“Anyone else want to come?” Harley announced to the rest of the team. “Just to warn you, the menu is whatever you want from the Chinese takeout. I am not cooking for all of you.”

“Unless you want me passed out on your couch you can count me out,” Emily laughed. “Tonight, my only company will be a bottle of wine and a bowl of ice cream.” She waved at everyone and left the room.

“I got nothing better to do,” Luke shrugged. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

“Sorry kids, the old man needs his beauty sleep,” Rossi said. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Matt sighed as he pulled on his jacket. “I wish I could but Kristy’s going out tonight. I’m on babysitting duty.”

“Ok, well that’s four of us anyway,” Harley counted. Then she spotted JJ at her desk, her head buried in a file. “Oh, JJ, what about you?”

“What?” She looked up, confused. She obviously hadn’t been listening to a word Harley was saying.

“Do you want to come to our house for dinner?” she repeated.

JJ’s eyes shifted between Harley and Spencer for a moment before she answered. “Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Ok, great,” Harley smiled. She turned to Spencer and they walked out of the building in silence.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Spencer said angrily when they reached the car, out of anyone’s earshot. “You can’t just invite everyone over. Especially JJ. What if they see something?”

“Calm down, Spence,” Harley replied coolly. “They’re not going to see anything. I’m just trying to make us seem as friendly as we always are. Maybe they’d be more suspicious if we didn’t invite them,” she argued. She started up the engine of the car and placed her hand on Spencer’s cheek. “It’ll be fine, Spence. I promise.”

Later that evening Penelope, Luke and JJ arrived at Harley and Spencer’s house. They ordered some take out and tried their best not to discuss anything about the case. Spencer’s leg bounced anxiously next to Harley’s where they sat on the couch. He didn’t like having his friends so close to where he and Harley had come up with their evil plan. Just a few days ago he had been sitting exactly where Luke was sat, planning his next attack.

“Why’s the little boy genius been so quiet this evening?” Penelope asked, snapping Spencer out of his anxious daze.

“Uh, it’s just this case, you know,” he mumbled.

“Nope, we’re not supposed to talk about that,” Penelope said quickly.

“Yeah, come on, Reid,” Luke smiled. “Loosen up a bit.”

“Heh, sorry,” Spencer smiled awkwardly back.

When everyone was done with their food Spencer helped Harley throw the packages in the trash. In the kitchen, where she was sure no one could hear, Harley whispered, “Spence, you seriously need to calm down.”

“No, I don’t think I do,” Spencer hissed back. “I’m sorry for being anxious that you invited people over to the place where we literally plan murders.” He almost mouthed the word ‘murders’, desperate not to let anyone hear.

“Well, they don’t know that,” Harley said, grabbing some drinks from the fridge. “But if you keep acting like you have something to hide, maybe they’ll start to get suspi-.”

“Everything alright?” JJ suddenly emerged from around the corner. Spencer felt like his heart was in his throat. How much of that did she hear?

“Yeah, everything’s good,” Harley said happily, as though the conversation she’d just had never happened. “You want a drink?” She offered a bottle of beer to JJ.

“Actually, I was just heading to the bathroom,” JJ said. “I’ll get one when I get back.”

Harley smiled at her friend before leading Spencer back to the couch. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Harley was right. The only suspicious thing about this night was him. He forced a grin onto his face and inserted himself into the conversation. For a moment, he felt convinced that everything would be ok. Until JJ walked back into the room holding two ski masks and a bottle of Dilaudid.

“What is this?” JJ asked sternly.

Panic filled Harley’s eyes for a fraction of a second before she remembered to play it cool. She squeezed Spencer thigh, certain he’d be far more anxious than she was. Then, she got up and walked towards JJ.

“What the hell?” she said, plastering a fake look of confusion on her face. “Where did you find these?”

“In your closet,” JJ snapped. “I think you have some questions to answer.”

“Woah, hang on a second,” Luke said, rising from his seat to come between the two women. “Are you accusing them of the murders?”

“Look!” JJ yelled, waving the masks in Luke’s face. “This is pretty damning evidence.”

“Listen, JJ, I know for a fact that we do not own ski masks. And why the hell would I have the drug that my husband was addicted to hidden in my closet?” Harley argued.

“And why were you even in their closet?” Penelope asked.

Harley stepped back and glanced quickly at Spencer. He was still sitting silently on the couch. It was probably for the best. She wasn’t sure how well he’d be able to handle the situation.

“Yeah, Penny, that’s a good point,” she said. “You said you were going to the bathroom. Why were you looking in our closet?”

JJ exhaled sharply. She stuttered for a moment before accusing, “Because I know you’re behind this!” She pointed at Spencer and Harley. “I don’t know why. I can’t even comprehend how you could be capable of it. But I know you did it.”

“You can’t be serious,” Luke almost laughed in disbelief. “These two? How did you even come to that conclusion.”

“Because all the killings have been connected to Spencer,” JJ explained. “All the things he’s gone through. The unsubs put their victims through the exact same things. I can’t believe you guys didn’t notice.”

Luke dropped his head, suddenly putting it all together in his head and filling with shame that he didn’t notice. Penelope, on the other hand, shifted nervously in her seat before saying, “Actually, I did notice.”

Finally, Spencer snapped out of his daze. He looked up at Penelope with an intrigued expression.

“Me, Emily and Rossi noticed it. But we didn’t want to say anything in case it triggered you. I’m sorry,” Penelope said softly.

Spencer just nodded.

“No, I’m sorry we didn’t say anything,” Harley spoke for Spencer, still scared he’d say the wrong thing. “Of course we noticed,” she sat down beside Spencer and placed her hand on his back. “Spencer just didn’t want all the attention on him. But I swear to you, we are not the unsubs. I think we’re being framed.”

JJ stared angrily at Harley, neither of them wanting to be the first to blink. Then JJ turned her attention to Spencer. “Spence, you’ve been quiet, letting your wife speak for you. What’s your explanation for this.” She held up the ski masks.

Spencer twitched in his seat. He was ruminating in his anger towards JJ. He didn’t know if saying something would be the right idea. But it was too late. His anger bubbled over and he leapt off the couch.

“You know what, Jennifer, I think it’s really fucking shitty of you that you would notice something like that, and instead of telling me, or telling the team, you accuse me and my wife of murder,” Luke and Penelope’s eyes widened. They’d never seen Spencer this angry before. “Yes, these unsubs are making all these killings reflect all the shit that’s happened to me. But that does not mean that me and Harley are behind them. And the fact that you, my friend who I have known for twelve fucking years, could even consider that I could do something like that. That’s just insulting.”

“How do you explain these then?” JJ persisted, not backing down.

“Like Harley said,” Spencer sighed, attempting to calm his voice. “Someone must be trying to frame us. And they put those in our closet.”

Harley walked up beside Spencer. “Hell, for all we know, maybe it’s you framing us. You and Will getting up to any extra curriculars lately?” he said snarkily.

“Now you’re just being ridiculous,” JJ snapped.

“Good, now you know how we feel,” Harley replied.

“Ok, ok, everyone, please let’s calm down,” Penelope butted in. “We are not going to fall out over this.”

“Listen, guys, we’ll explain everything to the rest of team tomorrow, but for now I think we should all just go home and settle ourselves,” Luke suggested. “We are not going to make them the bad guys just because someone’s targeting them,” he said to JJ. “They need our help right now. They don’t need to be turned into the villains these unsubs are making them out to be.”

“Fine,” JJ hissed. She grabbed her coat and headed for the door. Without saying another word she left the house with a slam of the door.

“Thank you,” Spencer said to Luke as he and Penelope were leaving. “For not thinking we’re behind this.”

“Are you kidding me? Reid, there is no way either of you are capable of the sick things these unsubs are doing,” Luke smiled.

When Penelope and Luke left, Spencer and Harley could finally let their guards down. They slumped onto the couch, exhausted from upholding their innocent guises.

“I can’t believe they knew this whole time that all this was connected to what’s happened to me,” Spencer sighed. “Well, some of them anyway.”

“Come on, their our team. Of course they care enough to notice that,” Harley responded, putting her head on Spencer’s chest.

They sat in silence for a moment before Spencer’s anxiety started to bug him again. “JJ still thinks we’re the unsubs.”

Harley reached up to cup Spencer’s face in her hand. “Well then, we’re just going to have to be even more careful, aren’t we?”

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #unsub!spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #unsub!oc #spencer reid x original character #spencer reid series #spencer reid gifs #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #criminal minds series #reidsrevenge is sweet

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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months

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dancer anon here

reason for wanting to stay connected to being a girl: i feel good when i present feminine sometimes, I don't know why, while i dont feel like a girl or connected to that at all, i enjoy feeling pretty, and that kinda fuels the "cant not be partially a girl" because i like my feminine attributes (such as my breasts and eyelashes (i really like my eyelashes, they make me feel pretty)) but i tend to like my feminine attributes more when im alone and only /i/ can see myself and think "damn. im pretty today."

ballroom q: i tend to do more follower than leader now but i get to dance with my favorite dance teacher someitmes and shes really nice :D my favorite dance is paso doble (i do more latin ballroom than standard lol, but i do enjoy waltz the most out of standard dances lol (its the first dance i did with leader steps :DD)

correct pronouns: ik that its not really making a big deal to ask, but since im not out to many poeple outside of my friend group. i also dont want to correct my friends because im afraid it will reach someone outside of the group and theyre going to question it because in my school the majority of the students aren't really,,,, allies ig

neopronouns: have considered, didnt fit, so they/them is my go to because it is the one i feel the most comfortable with

confronting my friend: i do sometimes feel like confronting them about it, but its kinda scary because i hate confrontation because of the toxic friend i mentioned, so i dont think im gonna do anything about it (for now maybe?)

trauma: i am 97% sure i dont have any trauma relating to masculine people? however, my memory /is/ actually trash, so i could have just forgotten. the most likely thing that caused the fear would probably be the dance teacher with cold hands, because i hated his classes because they made me feel like dance is an obligation and i have to do everything /correctly/ even though i signed up because i enjoy dance. i also had to dance with him and his hands were cold and i dont like physical touch if im not initiating it (which is kinda why i dont dance with anyone anymore - a combination of physical touch, sweaty hands, and the close proximity. im even scared to dance with the little children i sometimes help dance with, because i dont know if they feel comfortable with physical touch which makes me feel icky)

also its not really something happened to me, its fear of something that /could/ happen (SA, etc)

also i still see that dance teacher around at the studio sometimes. he still scares me, but less? and when i talk to him sometimes, my brain tries to tell me im overexaggerating how much i dislike him, which i may be doing, but he /did/ ruin one of my favorite dances for me, so...

agender label: i do feel comfortable with the agender label, i believe, but ive never really met anyone else using it so i think i ust want to know ppl who also use it

you are also a wonderful human!!!

on another note, i am genuinely in tears thank you, you are so kind <3

Hello again!

So, there's four things I wanna address here:

With the pronouns/friends: Yes, it sounds like it might be a good idea to think more about the pros/cons of this. I still completely think that you deserve the respect of being gendered correctly, but if it's not safe for you to be pushing this,(secrets being shared, an unsupportive space, etc) then it might be a good idea to step back until it is safe to bring it up again. Remember though that you deserve to be supported and loved unconditionally and using your correct pronouns is something that should not be a burden to anyone.

Being agender: Have you considered finding people on here who identify similarly? It could be cool and validating to find a community of people who feel the same way. I know for me it was super exciting to find other nonbinary/genderfluid people.

Being touched: Okay, that makes sense. I definitely get not liking to be touched by people, especially people who give weird sensory input.

Ballroom: Oh, damn Paso Doble? I only know the very basics but it's SO different and cool! Respect <3

Lots of love!

#ask #asks #ask cas

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Finally it's the not awaited time that i talk about hofnarr (hopefully thats how you write his dumb name)

He is just as obsessed as everyone else but he tries to hide it VERY hard (he is not doing a good job at that). He buys everything that the other nexus workers make about the player and his room is like 99% about the player and like 2 things about slaughter time (he needed to take a lot of things off of his room to make space for all his money spending on player "merch")

And what kills him once they meet? Well everything from the feeling of their bright eyes on him, their shorter stature (which they complained about since informing him of their expectancy of him being at least a little bit shorter than them. How wrong they were) their presence alone had him holding back from giggling like a highschool girl. But especially when they decided to lean on him and just stay there against him, tugging lightly on his lab coat. Usually like this:

(Guess who is next (totally absolutely never could ever be sanford oh I'd never specifically choose the people who i feel others dont obsess over enough oh never))

AAA Hofnarr content, I love to see it haha. :D He's so sweet, and it's honestly really funny to have an accurate visual showing how much bigger he would be than the Player (cause he seems so meek in the game). One of the more lowkey yanderes by far, if only because he tries so hard to hide it. Some of the Nexus personnel who sell merch of you might just think he's a loyal customer of theirs and buys all their stuff just to support their business (he was nice like that).

However, in reality, the scientist harbored a bit of a crush on you; a deep-seated admiration that stemmed from how much he liked your kindness and general goodwill. You were so genuinely nice, especially compared to everyone else in Nevada, and you helped them so much that it'd be impossible not to like you (in his opinion, anyway). He's quite the fanboy, hence all the merchandise; he just wants something that reminds him of you to be everywhere around him, from the keychain he keeps in his pocket to the prints he has framed and put up in his living space.

Is it an obsession? Perhaps somewhat, he'll admit that much. But as far as he knows, this is just what love for you is like. He's utterly infatuated with you, and he views his more...excessive behaviors with you to be normal since he can't recall loving anyone as much. It made complete sense that an elevated level of affection would lead to an elevation in the level of gestures he goes through just to experience/have something related to you.

He's a bit very jealous that Christoff gets to actually feel your control, but he can deal with that. You do have your reasons, and he's also helping his friend out as well, so if anything that'd make you both allies (it's a loose connection, but it makes him feel happy all the same). This only makes it better when you meet in person, and you subsequently give him a heart attack by getting in his personal space and leaning on him (muttering a small complaint about how tall he is in the process; cute).

Just experiencing your relaxing warmth up close, and feeling the weight of your complete attention on him was enough to make a giddy smile spread across his face, and he fights the urge to reach up to try and cover the bright blush that paints his features. Then you get closer, and he's trying not to let his crush on you be too apparent, because oh my god, you're right there. The person he's been fawning over for the past few months is touching him, showing him the same sweet affection he's dreamed about getting from you. (He almost squeaks when he feels your arms come up to wrap around him in a hug, which you find adorable.)

It's what he's been waiting for all this time, but now it brings to mind a more pertinent question: now that he knows you actually like him, what are the chances you could return all of these feelings he has? And how does he increase that probability?

#tw: yandere #10/10 art *chef's kiss* love it #hofnarr is honestly very underrated #other's art #ask #down-astronomical #fav

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New Appreciation and Love: Ino Yamanaka

Ino Yamanaka was always a character that was really cool due to her ninjutsu ability with the mind transfer jutsu, but especially by Part 2 she became a pretty gorgeous and a real hottie. Nobody can deny how beautiful and sexy Ino Yamanaka is out of the rest of the Konoha girls. In terms of characterization I did feel she was kind of underutilized from the middle portion of the timeskip, but in the War Arc she had a few highlighted moments that really stood out such as redirecting the Ten-Tails attack away from the battlefield. At the same time, also being able to channel all of her inner and connecting it to the Allied Shinobi Forces that was just so awesome.

When it came to the series finale with the manga I definitely had my criticisms with how certain scenarios occurred, and felt there could have been more to make a truly satisfying conclusion. Fast forward to 2021-2022 when I decided to revisit the naruto series again and found a few new appreciation for things I didn’t really have before. Last year, I came to realize that there was some level of fondness I have towards NaruHina. is it perfect? No of course not, but they’ve got moments that are nice for the most part. This led me to reflect on other aspects of the series, and Ino Yamanaka is one of those aspects. < - no no no the “She’s so sexy I could just bust right now!” lol! It’s actually far beyond a waifu fantasy notion many hold. I’ll be perfectly honest when I say it was a very simple aspect that really drew my attention about Ino Yamanaka after all these years.

We are nearly a decade away removed since the Naruto manga and 6 years since Shippuden ended, and the one consistent topic people love to address are the same old pairing wars that’s been going on for years, or who is the better girl? Sakura Haruna?, or Hinata Hyuga? That is the conversation still going on to this very day in the Naruto fandom, and I’ve reached a point where I appreciate both Sakura & Hinata equally. “Okay Lucky, where does Ino come into the picture?” -> This is exactly the point I’ve been building to and that is to me Ino Yamanaka is a really under appreciated character.

Only a small minority of the Naruto fandom these days showcase their support & love for Ino. Not to say that Ino isn’t exactly loved in the fanbase, but compared to Sakura and Hinata, I haven’t noticed a lot of love and appreciation for The Mind-Transfer Kunoichi.

Finally, Ino Yamanaka is great character because she’s very outspoken in speaking her mind about things that aren’t appealing to her, but she’s also got an endearing personalty in showing kindess to her friends/family. At the same time, She is very motivated in her drive when it pertains to the mission objective and running an amazing flower shop while being the head of the intelligence division. Unlike the other two Konoha girls, I really love that Ino was able to move on from her crush on Sasuke and really take things into perspective about the ninja world - > even if that part was breezed over in the main series. Yes, she is definitely quite the looker in being sexy, but the truth of the matter is Ino’s beauty simply compliments her character. Was she underutilized during the run of the manga? Of course, but there is a lot more to her character beyond looks and people should recognize that about our beautiful flower girl ninja. That is what makes her an underrated yet amazing kunoichi, Ino Yamanaka.

A short tweet I made in support of Ino Yamanaka: https://twitter.com/7LuckyChi/status/1660094283188248578?s=20

That’s pretty much all I gotta for the time being but more support and love for Ino will be coming from yours truly, but until then I hope you all have an amazing day, night, etc. and remember show some love and appreciation for Ino Yamanaka!

#Ino Yamanaka #Ino #Mind transfer jutsu #Naruto girls #Ino is amazing #Naruto ino #Naruto #Ino Yamanaka best girl #yamanaka ino #ino is best girl #Naruto series #anime #manga #anime/manga

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dcwnthercbbithcle · 4 months

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@dollhidden asked for a 'Plot's Please!' for their characters, BUT TUMBLR ATE THE MESSAGE AFTER I TRIED TO SAVE THE DRAFT! Very Sadge!

send me “plots please” and I’ll respond with 3 (or more) interesting plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses! | ACCEPTING

HEY LADYBUG!! Happy New Year! How've you been doing? I hope it's been well! I won't lie to you; I went a little hard with these ones, and the major reason I made Doe multi-verse and more inspired by Dead By Daylight was because of you and your muses, or more specifically, wanting to roleplay with you in your verses!! ASDASDSADH

POTENTIAL INTERACTION COMBINATIONS / INTERESTING DYNAMIC IDEAS

Okay, so, straight off the bat, given how long we've been mutual and all the convos we've had, I don't think I really need to spend the time selling you on my muses and explaining their entire deals and instead focus on the many potentially interesting combinations with a couple bits of explanations for them while completely VIBRATING with excitement! ASDHASDHASD

So first, Fíadh, now I THINK I've told you about Fíadh before, but just in case, this is a bun memory moment, let me rewind. In the broadest sense, she is an Inscryption based oc that takes notes from the entity known as Leshy for her background. She's a mix of folklore, classically dark fairy tales, gods that hold humans to the exact bestial nature as all other animals, sacrifice, bloodshed and the brutal beauty of nature. Now, she isn't CONSTRAINED to Inscryption; it's just an important context for understanding both the sort of woman and character that she is! She is my not-so-feral, malevolent, formerly human mountain-dwelling monster that will eat people alive! She's fun and sassy, like a goat, but also an apex predator who knows that about herself.

NOW THIS IN MIND: Fíadh would be FASCINATING to watch and interact with any of the RE: Village muses. Now, this is partially because being confronted with the fact that she's not the most dangerous beast in the woods would be a startling revelation. But also, more like her but not like her, ones that left their humanity behind, who gave it up for 'family' and duty in exchange for this feeling of belonging and love.

Especially Lady D or any of the daughters, because, like, Fíadh isn't feral feral but she is so unacquainted with 'proper' 1910s+ manners that I think it would be funny for the girls to have a 'WHY IS SHE ALLOWED TO DO IT?' and Lady D having a minor coronary because HER HOUSE, her nice, clean house is getting HOOF PRINTS PUT EVERYWHERE AND SNOW!! NO YOU GIRLS CAN'T KEEP HER!!

NOW SALLY, SALLY, MY BELOVED, my mean ghost lady who will adopt 90% of your muses. You know Sally, I don't need to explain Sally but like, hear me out:

Sally adopts Rosie inside the fog or in Sally's post-fog AU. Now, in the fog, the AU is pretty obvious, the Entity is feeding on the tragedy that's befallen everyone's favorite mold baby and the lycan monsters that have hunted her father in his endless quest to rescue her.

BUT POST-FOG AU?? Rosie is in recovery from the events of the DLC that have had an obviously traumatizing effect on her. Sally, who herself has been a victim to very similar circumstances in the fog both BEING the murder ghost and being eternally tormented and torn apart by the ghosts of her patients reaching out for help, is trying to take her underwing and help her step forward in a way that Best DadTM Chris can't fully help because he's never lived through a hell comparable to them.

Also, Sally and Ellie <3. Ellie reminds her so much of a boy (Frank) she used to be the social worker in charge of, per her modern-ish AU. Being driven both by guilt and the ghost (metaphorical) of the little boy, she failed to stop from slipping through the cracks to go full in on trying to correct and model healthiness for her when she isn't healthy at all.

AND DOOOOOOE, oh my god, where could I even begin to start with Doe?? She's my ghost girl, but less murder and anger and hatred and more depression and confusion and fear!! Please DM me for more information about her and the card so I don't completely spam and overwhelm this meme! We can do so many non-DBD AU things with her, though!!

Your Until Dawn muses, for instance, she is a PERFECT character to interact with any and or all of them within either the events of the game's narrative or in a kind of aftermath 'revisiting the old trauma and confronting it' AU.

HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE MUSES??? It's more of a stretch to insert Doe into that Universe, BUT HELLO!!! Ghost ladies who die miserable deaths throughout their lives NEED to stick together! Let Doe, my strange little creature, go in there and befriend the other ghosties.

THE LAST OF US TOO! Doe is usually depicted as dead for obvious reasons per her narrative, but I am SO OPEN to a living Last of Us / Apocalypse-style AU! It would be hilarious to see her little quiet spitfire self with Tess or any other girls her age!

PLOTS

OKAY, THERE ARE A LOT, AND I DON'T WANT TO SUBJECT YOU TO AN EVEN LONGER TEXT WALL, SO I'll LIMIT MYSELF TO ONE TERM THREAD IDEA, message me though!!! because I had ones for ALL of the ones I mentioned above and I am more than willing to elaborate in the dms or on my discord!

Fíadh and the Dimitrescu sisters!!! I know I said Alcina may be one of the most interesting because she fully stands above Fíadh's height, even with Fiadh's horns, and has the most extreme personality differences but HEAR me out!!

Let's set the stage: it's a standard pre-Ethan Winters storming in after baby Rosie, while Mother Miranda is still doing her plotting to bring back her daughter after the 'failures' of the lords and the Lycanthropes start to overrun villages left, right and center while the experiments continue.

The Lycan has worked well, or rather a tad too well, in driving away most life from the isolated, crumbling eastern European mountainsides that used to encompass the formerly expansive kingdom under Mother Miranda's reign. Except for Fíadh, the Lycans have proved to be largely pests for many of the other lords, especially Alcina, who is now finding difficulty in securing new, continuous virgin blood sources for her wines. They have DRAWN Fíadh closer and closer to the village boundaries.

You see, Fíadh is a being of the hunt and bloodlust by extension; she craves a challenge in her own domain to make the act of her feedings (entirely exsanguinating a being and drinking all of the blood from them while leaving most flesh untouched in a semi-vampiric fashion) less of a chore and more of an enriching exercise of cleverness, trickery and/or brute strength.

Humans are clever, so they often make appetizing prey in terms of entertainment, albeit frustrating and not physically enriching. They'll sometimes bypass her entirely, paying tribute to her leader so she cannot harm them, or, in the foolish case, will require a bit of disguise and environmental manipulation to trap them before they can leave her domain and thus enter into the blessed domains of maintained towns or past running water where she can't follow, but physically? No challenge; they are far smaller & far, far weaker. It takes little for her to tear them asunder, and the fun ends when she isn't following and plotting how to trap them like hares.

BUT THESE LYCANS? They are a HUNT for her in all aspects, fueling the bloodlust more than the limited game of unmutated humans. Many Lycans are smart enough to see the massive 7ft+ woman with goat horns and run, but not intelligent enough to remember how their previous unmutated human selves warded her away or escaped her pursuit. Instead, they will group up, stand and charge, and physically? This is a major threat, especially if they bring out their leaders or the most mutated. They stand a chance against her physically; she can't simply trap and run them down.

She has to remain clever, pick them away from each other and prepare for a real fight with the chance of her being HURT. Which is fun! It's a REAL hunt that she often craves but can't get from human prey. Combined with their blood functioning to feed and sustain her, just as the blood of any other humans can, without much in the way of brutal side effects other than it tasting less palatable to her. She is hooked on this new game and will follow the food source back to the source, expanding her territory in the forest as there is less of a need to remain at the high peaks of the mountains.

Which brings her directly toward and through the domain of Castle Dimitrescu and Alcinia. Their neck of the woods overlaps significantly with Fíadh's range, and with Fíadh's boldness expanding, the chances of them running into each other only grow while he ventures further for her hunts. But it's not a matter of inherent hostility. Fíadh isn't a creature that is murder on sight; she's often benign until she considers you food or an annoyance.

So, I have some ideas of where it could go from there!

MUTUAL CURIOUSITY, similar to introducing two cats from opposite sides of a window. Intense winter weather would deliberately keep the girls separated and isolated, allowing Fíadh to become familiarized with the sight and presumed roles of the girls within the castle. Perhaps they're curious enough to release Moroaicǎ from the dungeonous cellars and crypts of the castles or shoo Samcă from the uppermost areas of the castle. Providing her game and fun and forming a kind of rapport between the girls until the spring and summer warming could allow them to interact physically.

MAYBE THEY DECIDE TO HUNT EACH OTHER A LITTLE BIT, perhaps when the girls finally come into contact with Fíadh, who, to that point, has come to view and respect their place as residents in the area and thus 'not to be messed with' they decide to test her, just as anyone would a new toy. Trying to push the boundaries to see how much they can get away with, how long until she fights back against them, and eventually how much it takes until she breaks, given the girls have never been too great at preserving their toys. However, to the girl's delight and perhaps frustration, Fíadh doesn't break and die. Not like the humans they usually gain as staff and toys from Alcina. Something, something the curse, something, something being a supernatural creature, it's neither here nor there. In any case, the girls would eventually need a mutual cease-fire as once aggravated, Fíadh is BRUTAL and won't let up. Fíadh heals fast as long as she has blood, and between her size, the girls would have trouble attempting to overwhelm her, especially compared to a person like Ethan. She's a big target that would force them to attempt at their human forms, which, given her size advantage, would result in blows for Fíadh, but not enough to take her down.

Either way, they're separated; Fíadh is licking her wounds but recognizing well that the girls aren't to be hunted and instead wholly respected, not just cause they live there but because they put up a good fight and can hold her off well enough.

From there, things could either go down as an enemies-to-friends route, rather standardly. Perhaps the girl would delight in watching Fíadh hunt and feed in her own way. Maybe they want all the flesh left over from one of her kills, and they have a slow burn warming up to each other in that way. OR OR we could go with one of your ideas of Cass finding a hunting buddy who is willing to follow her in the sadistic hunts.

OR OR OR we could go an entirely different direction!! I'm open to any suggestions!!

But I will give you this image to play with: it's early spring, it's warming, but the temperatures at night still dip down dangerously low for the girls. But stir craziness is what it is, even in an estate as large as the Dimitrescu's. They're released for fun during the day under a strict curfew for their own safety, all return... but where's Daniela? Fuuuuck, she's being irresponsible again. All staff are being sent out en mass looking for her. The other girls are panicked & angry, but largely out of concern for Daniela. There doesn't seem to be much sign of her, could she lost?? It gets colder, but a stranger approaches the castle on a mission. It's Fíadh, and she has something massive wrapped up tightly in her arisaid and held to her furred and insulated chest. It's Daniela, burrito'd, warm and toasty, but now the Dimitrescu's are indebted to a fairy. (maybe, not actually; Fíadh isn't out for prices; the hilarity of Daniela getting stranded and needing to be wrapped up and returned home is enough payment)

RELATIONSHIPS + CONNECTIONS

Now, HEAR ME OUT: I love romance, and I could definitely see something that could develop with Fíadh and your RE: Village muses, most especially Cass, but I would not brush anyone out of possibilities. And same for Doe and either you Until Dawn or TLOU muses, though I will warn you, there is no happy endings with that gay ghost girl! Haha

In terms of non-romance though, FRIENDS!!! I love friends and I love enemies!! I am open and happy to do all of it, including slow burns that go from enemies to friends to enemies again! Relationships are MESSY but so am I! Haha

Also Sally would kill, murder and maim for Rosie, Ellie or little Sarah. Do you want to see why they feared her so terribly as the nurse?? Cause if you mess with the girlies, SHE WILL SHOW YOU AND THEN SOME! Haha

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apocalypticavolition · 2 months

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Let's (re)Read The Great Hunt! Chapter 40: Damane

Look dear reader, if you don't know what you're getting into this chapter, you really shouldn't keep reading. You shouldn't do it anyway unless you like spoilers for the whole series, but this chapter is better to avoid anyway than most. It's a lot. Don't keep going.

Behold the a'dam icon! Simple, geometrically pleasing, and utterly filled with menace. It's perfect and it's evil.

When she did notice them she stared uncertainly; they were as odd a group as she had ever seen, and she had heard too many rumors of the war on Toman Head.

One of the problems of being trusting of authority figures is that when they're leading you astray you become unable to properly respond to dangerous situations. Liandrin's actions here are probably why Egwene ends up so power hungry later on; she can't let herself be subordinate to someone who might abuse her again.

Oddest of all was the last woman, reclining on a palanquin borne by eight muscular, bare-chested men in baggy black trousers. The sides of her scalp were shaved so that only a wide crest of black hair remained to fall down her back. A long, cream-colored robe worked in flowers and birds on blue ovals was carefully arranged to show her skirts of pleated white, and her fingernails were a good inch long, the first two on each hand lacquered blue.

Meet Suroth. She's fucking evil and has a terrible fashion sense.

“What are you talking about?” Nynaeve demanded. “What is she talking about, Liandrin?” Liandrin laid a hand on Nynaeve’s shoulder and one on Egwene’s.

1. Note that Nynaeve again omits the title "Sedai".

2. Note that Liandrin doesn't even acknowledge these girls as people any more than the Seanchan do.

“Liandrin Sedai,” she said urgently, “who are these people? Are they here to help Rand and the others, too?”

Poor, sweet Egwene. It's rather sad that the EF5 member most eager to see the world is the one who is by far the most naive.

Balling her fist tightly, Egwene hit the woman as hard as she could, right in her eye—and staggered and fell to her knees herself, head ringing. It felt as if a large man had struck her in the face.

The forced linking aspect of the a'dam is already an incredible achievement by Deain Sedai, but really that's at least something the One Power is meant to connect. Carrying pain like that means that Deain came very close to creating the Warder Bond too (in some ways more so), something no one in Seanchan would know (the Hawkwing descendants wouldn't have carried that knowledge over) so she was possibly the greatest Aes Sedai in the world at the time. What a waste.

“I will not punish you further this time, since I should have been on guard with a newly caught damane. Know this. You are a damane, a Leashed One, and I am a sul’dam, a Holder of the Leash. When damane and sul’dam are joined, whatever hurt the sul’dam feels, the damane feels twice over. Even to death.

It's nice that the Seanchan Empire does instill this sense of responsibility in superiors regarding their inferiors, but also JESUS FUCKING AL'THOR EVEN TO DEATH???? Fuck them Seanchan.

“The very first thing you must learn,” Renna said, “is to do exactly as you are told, and without delay.”

You'll note I didn't give Seanchan points for their opinions of how superiors should take responsibility when they fuck up and that's because of shit like this.

That, she realized, was what she had detected in the woman’s voice—a certain good will for a dog in training, not quite the friendliness one might have toward another human being.

This is one of the many reasons there's no such thing as a good slave owner, by the way. Especially not when it comes to chattel slavery.

She wanted to go to Min, but the amount of leash Renna had let out would not reach that far. She called softly, “Min, are you all right?”

The haters never mention how Egwene is more worried about Min than herself in this situation, even though Egwene's situation is way, way, way worse.

“I brought you three,” Liandrin said calmly. “If you cannot manage to hold them, perhaps our master should find another among you to serve him. You take fright at trifles. If patrols come, kill them.”

Oh yeah, and here's another problem with the sheer vertical cliff that is the Seanchan hierarchy: in any sane society, the lessers would be able to report Suroth as a Darkfriend and Aes Sedai sympathizer and something would happen, but they don't and I don't think it's because they don't care.

“Elayne is of no importance, but both the woman and this girl here must be taken with you on your ships when you sail.”

How utterly wrong the Dark is. They clearly weren't expecting anyone other than the DR to be relevant last book and were frustrated with the three for one trick, and now they've added the girls to the roster but not all of them. They're utterly oblivious to how much of a team effort things are.

Should you survive the encounter, the leash and collar will teach you a new life, and I do not believe our master will trouble to deliver one foolish enough to let herself be taken.

Suroth's got that much right, but of course is much too short-sighted and self-interested to think things through.

She had to save Min. If it means groveling. . . . She parted her lips and hoped her gritted teeth would pass for a smile. “Yes, High Lady.” “And if I spare her, if I allow her to visit you occasionally, you will work hard and learn as you are taught?” “I will, High Lady.” She would have promised much more to keep that sword from splitting Min’s skull. I’ll even keep it, she thought sourly, as long as I have to.

This exchange (and everything a'dam related, obviously) is another thing that clearly leads from Egwene being a dedicated teacher's pet, mostly follow the rules type to the ambitious semi-fiend we'll know later on. She's glad to help Min but she's subconsciously being taught that authority only exists to be subverted to your own ends.

“You were honored,” Renna said after a time, “having the High Lady speak to you. Another time, I would let you wear a ribbon to mark the honor. But since you brought her attention on yourself. . . .”

And this is why Suroth can proudly conspire as a Darkfriend in front of Renna even though Renna isn't a Darkfriend, why she can let an Aes Sedai run free around a sul'dam. This absurd standard that applies to Egwene applies to Renna too and everyone else. Never draw the attention of your betters, even if it's for their own good.

Min raised a fist, then let it fall. “I won’t interfere. Only, please, stop it. Egwene, I’m sorry.” The unseen blows went on for a few moments more, as if to show Min her intervention had done nothing, then ceased, but Egwene could not stop shuddering.

This is a reason why it's so upsetting to see Min shanghaied by the Seanchan in the Last Battle, because she knows them at their worst. She's gonna have to do a lot of truth speaking to Tuon, even when Tuon fucking hates it, if she's going to make much difference overseas.

“Liandrin”—Egwene would not give her the honorific, not ever again—“and the High Lady spoke of a master they both serve.” The thought came into her head of a man with almost healed burns marring his face, and eyes and mouth that sometimes turned to fire, but even if he was only a figure in her dreams that seemed too horrible to contemplate.

No Egwene, you've basically got it exactly correct.

She knew it was silly to avoid naming Nynaeve—she did not think any of these people would forget her just because her name was not mentioned, especially the blue-eyed sul’dam stroking her empty leash—but it was the only way she could think of fighting back at the moment.

Rand and Egwene have very parallel arcs, and this seems to be her inverted equivalent of an earlier moment of his: he shouted the Aiel oath of defiance involuntarily against nothing in particular, drawn into power. She's being pulled against her will too, but her defiance is both very real and yet tragically more inconsequential than the oath he swore.

One such, a woman named Deain, who thought she could do better serving the Emperor—he was not Emperor then, of course—since he had no Aes Sedai in his armies, came to him with a device she had made, the first a’dam, fastened to the neck of one of her sisters. Though that woman did not want to serve Luthair, the a’dam required her to serve. Deain made more a’dam, the first sul’dam were found, and women captured who called themselves Aes Sedai discovered that they were in fact only marath’damane, Those Who Must Be Leashed. It is said that when she herself was leashed, Deain’s screams shook the Towers of Midnight, but of course she, too, was a marath’damane, and marath’damane cannot be allowed to run free.

Firstly: the first sul'dam were found after the first a'dam was made and the first collar attached. This very infodump all but gives away the twist! Deain herself must have been wearing the bracelet then.

Secondly: How much like the Shadow the Empire is, that it was strengthened so hideously by a woman who thought that she might benefit herself from service, and that her only reward was suffering from her actions.

“From time to time the Empress plays with lords by linking them to a damane. It makes the lords sweat and entertains the Court of the Nine Moons. The lord never knows until it is done whether he will live or die, and neither does the damane.”

These dudes are mostly the male equivalent of sul'dam and so their deaths (let alone the deaths of the damane, who don't deserve anything that happens to them) aren't even productive for removing male channelers who have the spark from threatening the populace. It's just murder for fun.

Egwene was shocked to discover an urge to do as Renna commanded. She had not channeled, or even touched saidar, in two days; the desire to fill herself with the One Power made her shiver.

Here's the closest thing to a downside that power addiction has for Egwene.

Frantically she reached for saidar, meaning to hurt Renna enough to make her stop, just the kind of hurt she herself had been given. The sul’dam shook her head wryly; Egwene howled as her own skin was suddenly scalded. Not until she fled from saidar completely did the burn begin to fade, and the unseen blows never ceased or slowed.

If I have to read such horrible things, you do too.

“It is good that you have spirit,” Renna said calmly. “The best damane are those who have spirit to be shaped and molded.”

The best damane are those who have to be beaten a hundred times as much as any other just to be good? This empire really does run on BDSM.

Her contact with saidar was gone, and she could not bring it back. In that first fury of knowing that Liandrin had betrayed them, saidar had been there almost before she knew it, the One Power flooding her. It had seemed she could do anything.

The circumstances they're in probably made Nynaeve's power level grow two sizes just from the sheer terror. Plus all the training at the Tower probably kicked in a bit too.

I don’t think they got away, Nynaeve. I should have done something. Min cut the hand that was holding me, and Egwene. . . . I just ran, Nynaeve. I realized I was free, and I ran. Mother had better marry Gareth Bryne and have another daughter as soon as she can. I am not fit to take the throne.

Survivor's guilt is a terrible thing, and Jordan likely heard or even experienced stories of people abandoning each other in the chaos of Vietnam. He's also quite right (through Nynaeve's words) that Elayne is a silly goose for hating herself for breaking under the pressure.

Why are they interested in Egwene and me? Why us in particular? Why did Liandrin do this? Why?

I'm a bit surprised Nynaeve doesn't remember that Liandrin knows they're connected to Rand, but I suppose her source of knowledge about Rand's relative specialness being Moiraine means she's inclined to just toss it aside and ignore it.

I have no intention of buying us dresses, and they won’t be new in any case. My gray silk dress will do us some good, with all those pearls and that gold thread. If I can’t find a woman who will trade us each two or three sturdy changes for that, I will give you this ring, and I will be the novice.

Really the difficulty might be finding a woman in these parts who feels like she can keep a silk dress with pearls and gold in any state of repair. Eventually finery gets so rich that poverty would ruin it on contact. But Nynaeve keeps her accepted ring so I guess things work out!

To speak no word that is not true. That was one, but everyone knew that the truth an Aes Sedai said might not be the truth you thought you heard.

Like I said last chapter, Nynaeve really should have been a lot more suspicious. I suppose she cares of Rand too much to stand by while he's under any kind of threat, even if it's a very tenuous one.

Speaking of, next time: Rand vs. Ba'alzamon again!

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well well well! i finally live!! i'm yiska (she/her) and this is my antisocial problem child, eunjoo. her stats and bio are available on her page but will also be linked further below!! i need to make a fancy smancy connections page but in the mean time i'm going to just throw some broad plots and info about miss ma'am and we can brainstorm and go from there? i hope? haha. i have discord upon request, especially since tumblr ims seem to suck so much. anyway, without further ado, under the cut!!

sᴛᴀᴛs / ʙɪᴏ / ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs

what can one say about eunjoo? she's a bit aloof and distant and can seem like a bitch and that's because...well she kind of is? can you even blame her? her parents and older family all treated her like a pariah and secret to be kept hidden away at the back of the estate and there aren't even plans to marry her off because who would even want her according to them??

in terms of her illness it's a bit made up and a hodgepodge of symptoms i pulled from different illnesses. a little bit of tuberculosis that has her always pale, frail, a lack of appetite, a persistent cough after exertion, fevers and bouts of flare ups that become worse and cause her to vanish for weeks at a time, especially when younger. but also muscle and joint pain and a limp that was caused by having her leg cut open because muscles atrophied and contracted and had to be cut away so she could regain mobility. the limp is noticeable and she always has her cane present when walking the grounds. at official events or for things more political and to show power, she'll often have a lady in waiting or someone to lean on as her parents don't like her cane or people seeing her use it.

like i said, she's a bit antisocial but it wasn't by choice. her parents had her shut in the back and all she had was books and siblings so she doesn't have great people skills and can seem blunt, direct, or even rude. she's doing her best, please help her. tell her people don't enjoy being spoken to in that fashion, especially since she obviously didn't learn kindness from her parents.

now that she's twenty five, she's got it in her head that it's time to do something, probably a dumb idea she got from a heroine in a book. she needs to leave the estate and grow and have experiences and break free from the oppressive grip of her family and their expectations.

maybe letting her read was a really bad idea because she's getting all sorts of ideas about how things should be and how they shouldn't and it really isn't endearing her to her family very much. hmm.

maybe a little revolt for lunch? breaking of chains for tea time? could happen, y'know!

she's very prickly and hard to like at the moment but please don't let that scare you. it's because all she's known is being a disappointment.

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how would we feel about some found family? maybe someone who accepts her for who she is and doesn't see any of it as a flaw or reason to be ashamed?

who wants to plan a revolution or engage in shenanigans to throw off the status quo? do you need an inside source? a spy of high status that could get gossip, talk to those you can't reach, or spread rumors in your favor? eunjoo's your girl.

girlie has never had romance or a crush (on her or her on others) but i'd love for her to have a first love type of relationship. it doesn't have to be end game or serious, though it could be. just something where eunjoo feels wanted and safe and protected for once would be nice for her.

a rival/enemy royalty? maybe they're antagonistic to her about how her family sees her as a shame and so the two verbally spare and throw dagger stares and it's a constant tit for tat but behind the guise of courtly behavior?

someone who gets her out of the estate and treats her like a human deserving of human experiences? someone who doesn't treat her like a kang or as if she's about to break.

speaking of about to break, maybe someone who means well but is always hovering and worried about her health and so it's very uncomfortable for both because they both know her health isn't good at all but also eunjoo hates to be pitied or coddled and wants them to leave her alone!!!

someone who found her out at the wishing well or lost cabin and is confused why a kang family member would even be somewhere like this?? it must be a mistake?? but wouldn't you know it, she's here again. what's going on?

maybe your character has a crush on eunjoo but she's so scared or suspicious that it crashes and burns spectacularly and we enjoy writing the fallout of it all lmao

please just give this bookworm loner some love even if she's like an angry chihuahua with pent up anger and resentment for being cursed with the horrors of a chihuahua body!!

#bhrp:intro #( I forgot to say to hit that little heart button if you'd like me to bother you with plotting?? ) *bats eyelashes*

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