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hyunverse · 7 months

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lucky number five ☆ hwang hyunjin.

pairing: hyunjin x fem! reader. tags: fluff, drabble. words: 3k words. warnings: reader is referred to with she/her, called as wife. about: the five most memorable memories you share with hyunjin. note: i haven't written in a while, so my writing's definitely a little rusty. i hope you'll like it! please reblog, and feedback is very much appreciated <3 disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Five is Hyunjin's lucky number.

Hyunjin first met you when he was five. He had pointed out that you were wearing the same shirt as he was — and you've been attached to the hips ever since.

His first tooth fell out on the fifth day of Summer. He could recall holding the baby tooth on a tissue in one hand, looking up at his mother with puppy eyes. His mother patted him on the head and told him he had grown up. The tooth fairy gave him a single gold coin chocolate, too. Tucked it under his pillow where he placed his baby tooth. He remembers having a lisp until the tooth grew back — remembers how jealous you were that he had "grown up."

The first feeling of victory Hyunjin had ever experienced was when he won fifth place in a colouring contest. Truth be told, he could've easily won first place — but he wanted you to win over him just to see you smile, so he coloured messily. Though the trophy for first place looked glorious, he thought that the smile plastered on your face as you held a medal beat the shine on the trophy.

It was the fifth of May when you two started dating. Hyunjin remembers everything about the fated day, bit by bit. He could play each scene, each dialogue in his head like an overplayed radio song. He was merely sixteen, studying in an all boys school with little to no knowledge about dating. Boys his age didn't care about dating. They only cared about soccer and video games. While he cared about all of that too, a lot of the space in his heart was overtaken by you. Figuring out how to ask you out was tough, he had spent a lot of time pondering. He even gathered up the courage to seek advice from his friends, yet to no avail. They were barely any help. In the end, he observed television dramas and prayed for the best.

Under a cherry blossom tree, you sat on a bench. Your eyes were fixated on the sky as your legs dangled over the wooden bench. The clouds on the sky were huge, luminous — enveloping the sky the way lovers do.

"Jinnie!" Hyunjin heard you cheer as he approached you. The nonchalant look on his face immediately turned into a bright smile, his footsteps becoming more hurried.

Standing in front of you, Hyunjin was the perfect depiction of nervous. Both his hands dug deep into the pockets of his jeans, front teeth nibbling onto the inside of his cheeks and the little rocks underneath his foot tumbled as he kicks on them.

Hyunjin gulped, "Hi."

You tilted your head with concern, "are you okay, Jinnie?"

The concern laced in your tone reminded him of all the reasons why he liked you so much. You cared like no other — loved as though nothing could hurt you in this world.

"I am," he replied, rubbing on the back of his neck, "I just —"

"You don't have to rush it," you tapped on the seat beside you, "sit with me. You can take your time to tell me whatever that's on your mind."

So, Hyunjin sat. His legs reached the ground unlike yours, and his eyes fixated on the stain on his sneakers. He was painfully aware of the rapid beating of his heart. The urge to tell you his feelings were bottling up quickly.

Then, it spilled.

"I like you a lot," the words were muttered before Hyunjin could stop them.

"Hm?"

"I like you," he repeated. This time, he sounded more sure, looked more sure. The raven was looking at you, blinking sanguinely.

It took a while for you to process the words, for your jaw to relax and finally respond.

The first response came in a way where you slowly turned your head towards him, blinking profusely.

You stuttered, "like me? Like like, or just friends like?"

He sighed, "like like. I like like you."

"Oh."

There it goes, the rejection. Hyunjin had expected it, but it hurt nonetheless. You were the only person Hyunjin had ever liked, his best friend since kindergarten. His feelings for you ran deep. He was merely sixteen, yes, but he was well aware of how strongly he felt for you.

You didn't expect it, but he tapped on your shoulder comfortingly, as if to say, "I know you don't like me, it's okay."

You were right.

"I know you don't like me, it's okay," he comforted, "I just wanted you to know."

"No, I do like you," you confessed.

"What?"

"Yeah," you replied, breathlessly, "was just shocked, that's all."

"Oh."

Silence blanketed the two of you as the conversation exchanged slowly seeped into your brains. Hyunjin looked like he was simply admiring the view in front of him but really, his brain was going haywire.

"No, I do like you," the words repeated in his brain over, and over. They filled his brain with dopamine, the kind of rush that even his favourite football team winning could not replicate.

The five words which will be engrained in Hyunjin's mind forever.

"I like you a lot."

The five words which will be engrained in yours.

"So..." you broke the silence, "what now?"

Hyunjin's pointer circled against the wood of the bench, itching to hold your hand, "we... you know. Date."

"Yeah. Okay."

For best friends who have known each other for years, it was abnormally quiet for the two of you.

But it was okay. Hyunjin was content with the small smile lingering on your pretty face, and your hand in his — finally in his.

𝐭𝐰𝐨.

The sound of a pan sizzling and a kettle crackling seeped into the guest bedroom, though the sound of Hyunjin and his mother's voice caught your attention the most.

You were spending the weekend at the Hwangs'. Your parents were on a company trip that weekend and didn't trust you alone so naturally, they dropped you off there. You were about to take your morning shower, a towel slung over your shoulder when their voices stopped you in your tracks.

"You really like her, Hyunjin?" his mother asked, her voice the epitome of motherly.

She truly is the stereotypical loving mother — soft, and nurturing. Lunchbox ready on the table every morning, not a single football match of Hyunjin's missed. Treated you like the daughter she never had, braided your hair by the porch as Hyunjin ran around with his beloved dog.

"Um," Hyunjin muttered, silverware clinking against plate as he cut through a sausage.

You clasped your ear against the door, eager to hear more.

"You don't have to be shy with me, Hyunjin."

"I do like her," you heard him say, "a lot."

Crimson crept up your face, and you could picture his face doing the same. You could imagine the tips of his ears going red, and his mother looking at him with a grin.

"You want to marry her?" she asked jokingly.

"I do," he answered. Confidently. Surely. Absolutely no hesitation. As though it was the one sole thing he was sure of in his life.

"Oh, my Hyunjin," his mother cooed, "you're all grown up now!"

You didn't know what happened next, how their conversation continued because you were too busy stifling yourself from giggling giddily. Your back was pressed up against the door, replaying the eavesdropped dialogues in your head over and over. Overcame by excitement, you failed to notice the footsteps approaching the door.

Before you knew it, your head came in contact with the wall as the door swung open. Hyunjin stood in front of you, confused as you rubbed your forehead.

"So aggressive, and for what?" you grunted, looking up at him with a pout.

"Who told you to stand by the door like an idiot?" Hyunjin huffed. Nevertheless, he reached towards your forehead, checking for any bruises.

"You'll be okay. Next time, don't stand by the door like an idi—" he paused, "wait. Did you hear anything?"

You batted your eyelashes innocently, playing dumb.

"Hear what?"

Hyunjin sighed out of relief, ruffling your hair, "nothing you need to worry your pretty self about. Just go shower. I saved you some pancakes."

"Aw," you pecked his lips, "you're so sweet, and so caring. You must want to marry me."

He smiled, but the face soon contorted into one of annoyance.

"So you heard!"

"Heard what? The fact that you're obsessed with me and want to marry me so bad?"

"You're so annoying, y/n."

"You still want to marry me though."

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, "shut up, or I'll take it back."

He wouldn't.

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

Exhaustion lugged on Hyunjin as he exited the entertainment building. He's been a trainee for a couple of months now, and the burn-out was no joke. A day with you was exactly what he needed. A couple of days spent with his home, his solace — and he refused to come empty-handed.

Thus, he roamed around the park, in search of wildflowers. Anything he could get his hands on, just as long as he could form a bouquet from them. Hyunjin ducked and moved around, pulling out any flower he deemed beautiful enough. A black hair tie tied together the ensemble of florals. He wished he had managed to get his hands on some ribbons but alas, he couldn't. For now, the black hair tie on his wrist would suffice.

You arrived right when you promised you would. Clad in a pretty yellow sundress, Hyunjin swore that you came right out of a daydream. He watched you wander around in the park for a while, admiring from afar. Even with a confused expression plastered across your face, he still found you gorgeous. A part of him wished that he was simply your secret admirer, so that he could keep watching you from afar for hours. Not being able to be around you would suck though, so perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“Y/n!” Hyunjin finally called you out, waving his hand to catch your attention, “here!”

You whipped your head towards his direction, lips twitching into the cutest smile once you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend.

An arrangement of colourful flowers was handed to you once you were in front of him. You vividly remember how beautiful it was — petals of yellow, pink, and white which coincidentally matched your dress. Hyunjin on the other hand remember how you looked, the pupils of your eyes practically shining at the ensemble.

“For me?” you asked, looking at him with big, bright, eyes.

Hyunjin nodded, “for you, of course. Flowers for a flower.”

“Oh,” was all that you could utter, overwhelmed by appreciation. You gently pet the petals, “they’re so pretty.”

“Really?” Hyunjin queried, “I don’t have any money. I wish I could buy you pretty roses and tulips, but I really cannot afford them right now. This is the best that I could do, and I’m sorry my love.”

“Don’t you dare say sorry, Hwang Hyunjin. The fact that you spent time to find these flowers means a lot to me, and makes them even more special. I love them, they’re beautiful. Thank you.”

He nodded, smiling sheepishly. All the worries he previously harboured immediately disappeared at your words.

“Okay, love. Let’s go then, find more flowers and I’ll make a wreath out of them for you.”

Years later, and the flowers had long wilted away — pressed and put in a frame for display, resting on a table with vases of flowers accompanying it.

Hyunjin never stopped gifting you flowers.

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

A yellow bus drove away, leaving two figures at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere.

The outskirts of Seoul — only ever acknowledged as a place vehicles pass by. No stores, no houses in sight, just a lonesome bus stop surrounded by greens.

Hyunjin would’ve never stepped foot in this place if it wasn’t for you. If it wasn’t for you climbing into his window and hysterically crying, he wouldn’t have purchased tickets to the middle of nowhere. He would probably be in bed and wake up at noon.

“I want to run away,” you told him, hours before.

“Okay,” he replied, “I’ll go with you.”

Normally, Hyunjin wouldn’t support your attempts at rebelling against your parents. Honestly, the words, “don’t be dumb and just say sorry,” sat at the top of his tongue, but they dissolved at the sight of your mascara running down your cheeks. He knew that even if he was to disagree, you would’ve packed your bags and left anyway. He would rather follow to keep you safe.

Plus, the boy knew that the rebellion would only last a couple of hours.

“Let’s sail off without a map. Just walk and see what we’ll discover.”

“Okay.”

God knows how many of those he already said to you that day.

You walked, hand in hand, him siding with the highway. You looked far too relaxed for someone who was running away. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was terrified. If anything were to happen to the two of you there, nobody would be there to help. His free hand dug into his pocket, tightly clutching onto a butterfly knife.

Minutes soon turned into an hour. Two people walking soon turned into one — Hyunjin ended up carrying you on his back after seeing that you’ve blistered your feet. He nagged about your choice of footwear, but amidst the nags, he still opted to carry you anyway. Your hands rested around his neck, chin on his head as he walked aimlessly, just waiting for you to finally cave in and ask to go home.

“Hyunjin, look!”

“Hm?”

The boy turned around, gasping at the sight which greeted his eyes. A field of flowers stretched as far as his eyes could see, green plains decorated with splotches of colourful flowers.

Before he could say anything, you were already running towards the field, screaming in glee. He followed in pursuit, taking in the breeze and letting blades of grass sway against his legs.

“Hurry!”

Hurry, Hyunjin did, running towards you and lifting you off the ground. Hyunjin took advantage of the seemingly infinite space to twirl you around, and run around until the two of you turned breathless, lying on the grass to look at the sky.

“I love this place,” you mumbled between heavy breaths, “feels like something you only see in your dreams.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, rolling onto his side and propping himself up with his elbow.

Quietly, he admired you. The tranquil expression your face held matched that of the sky. He couldn’t stop the hand reaching towards your face, calloused thumb caressing your face with the same softness of a feather. Each stroke of his thumb whispered, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Thank you,” your words reeled Hyunjin out of his daze, “for coming here with me.”

His eyes on you softened.

“You don’t have to thank me. Just be around forever,” sat at the top of Hyunjin’s tongue and dissolved.

Instead, he pressed a kiss onto your lips.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞.

Hyunjin asked you to marry him five years after you started dating.

It was the peak of his career. He was everywhere around the world, collecting awards and breaking records. The little boy who loved football slowly turned into a superstar. He had to bid goodbye to his quiet life, making space for all the glory the world had to offer to him. His name sat at the tip of everyone’s tongues, talk of the town — Achilles reincarnate.

That was when he decided that he would have to marry you. For amidst all that glory, you were the only stagnant thing in his life. You continued to annoy and nag him as you always do. You continued to be the first person he thinks of when he wakes, and the last person he thinks of as he shuts his eyes. You’re always the person he has in mind as he looks for souvenirs, and when he watches old couples sitting on benches in different cities.

You, you, you.

Always you.

Boxes scatter around the living room, some opened and some not. It’s been a few hours since the moving truck unloaded all of the boxes. Honestly, you could’ve gotten so many things done if it weren’t for the two of you constantly procrastinating.

“Just a five-minute break, babe,” Hyunjin whines, landing on a (still wrapped in plastic) sofa.

You roll your eyes, “you’ve taken breaks like three times just this hour, Jinnie.”

He whines again, making grabby hands, “need my wife here right now or I’ll die.”

The sigh which leaves your lips cannot fool him, because the slight grin on your lips gives away that you like his clinginess. You seat yourself in his arms, burying yourself in his neck. The familiar scent of fresh laundry and cologne fills your nostrils, washing away the exhaustion from the day.

“Me, my wife, and a new house,” you hear Hyunjin mumble, “feels like a dream.”

You voice your agreement by humming. It’s when you stare at the boxes surrounding you that the reality finally sinks in. You’re married to the boy you met in kindergarten. His toothbrush will be in a cup next to yours, his mug will be in the dishwasher with yours, and your dirty laundry will be in the same machine. You’ll wake up next to him every day for what you hope will be your entire life.

You smile at the thought, sinking yourself into Hyunjin even more. He’s holding you with one hand, the other rummaging through a box when he takes out a Polaroid, showing you it with glee.

A Polaroid of you and him under a cherry blossom tree, five years ago.

“Isn’t this from the first day we started dating?” Hyunjin asks, blinking his eyes at you.

You tilt your head to observe the polaroid, “oh… Yes, it is, babe!”

He’s laughing, particularly at how red his face looks in the picture.

“Oh my god, we have to recreate this picture soon, love.”

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 7 months

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Character x Reader (Fluff) (Drabble)

(Alternative Angst Ending Included)

Context: You like giving/making trinkets to/for the love of your life (Character list below)

Links:

TLOU Masterlist

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

Disclaimers/warnings: Typical fandom things (read tags), OOC characters???, Unrealistic, Some suggestive themes and language, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Most of the content I've seen are on TikTok and Tumblr I don't actually play the game but I love the characters so much, same with any other content I have for other video games.

Fluff:

You giving them a keychain or something of the sort and you think they clasp it on their belt loop or keep it in their pocket but that's actually not how they take it on missions with them because something from you is too valuable to actually be taken out like that where they could lose it.

Same thing goes if you make them jewelry, they think it's too fragile so instead they keep it back in their quarters/place underneath their pillow.

They pull out whatever trinket you gave them that meant a lot to you or you made yourself and they just stare at it reminding themselves that they have you. They hold it close to their heart as the found themselves finally able to sleep, still was difficult away from you.

With all the cruel and fucked up things they've seen in their life, you are by far the only light they have when they are stuck sulking in the darkness.

The one time you gave them a necklace, your favorite one and you begged them to bring it on missions because it was extremely sturdy and was in good condition after all.

They, in turn made a chain and clasped it on that so they can have it hanging by their belt loops so that enemies don't rip it off their neck. (The chain I'm describing are similar to the picture at the top but with chunkier and sturdier chains)

God forbid they actually lose or break something you gave them, they would cry or sulk because they know how much you value it and how your feelings would get hurt.

They were extremely surprised and relieved that you weren't mad at all at them because things like that just happen especially on missions. Instead of being mad, you gave/made them another one. They'll cherish it, that's for sure.

Angst ending below:

They swore to keep it with them to their graves and they did, the shouldn't have made that promise. It cemented their fate...

With their last breath, it was you they thought of. Apologies running through their head for being so weak that they know they're going to fail to come home to you.

Their cold body found in battle, tear and blood stained face while their eyes still open but no signs of life. In their fist was found of a memory of your love that kept them alive till then. The closed fist being held against their heart when they were found..

You couldn't help but fall to your knees, the world around you felt like it was spinning. Your lungs refuse to let you breathe along with the rest of you body betraying you, you choked out a sob. Clenching your hand against the pain in your chest withholding the item you gave them, only having realized that it returned into your hands once more...

Characters in mind:

Call of duty: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Resident Evil: Leon Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Chris Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine, Ada Wong.

The Last Of Us: Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson.

A/n: The amount of tags I used on this post is ridiculous, it was a fucking miracle that I managed to fit everything in. This was originally just supposed to be a fluff fic but my mind was wandering off and I thought of making a part 2 but that seems like too much work for a little paragraph so there

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captainremmington-13 · 2 months

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Prologue for my new TBOSAS OC fic

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova.

SUMMARY: A young, innocent Coriolanus Snow meets his match.

“Hey!”

Seven-year-old Coriolanus Snow stood at the foot of the playground slide, scowling up at a girl dressed in a black-and-white fur coat. “I wanted to be the king of this tower!”

The girl gave him a nonchalant smile, leaning against the railing of the second floor of the play structure. “You should’ve gotten here faster then. This is my tower. If you’d like, you can be my sidekick. But I’m in charge. Deal?”

Coriolanus marched up the steps to reach the level she was perched on, still frowning. “That’s not fair,” he said. “You can’t just take over my space.”

She shrugged. “Too bad, I already have. Now, I’ll have to ask you to go away. I can’t have anyone disturbing the peaceful nature of my tower.”

Coriolanus stomped his foot, his patience long gone. “Who do you think you are, some kind of princess?”

She didn’t answer. “Please get off my structure. Now.”

He crossed his arms. “Make me.”

With a swift move of the girl’s little arms, Coriolanus found himself falling backwards down the stairs, landing on his back painfully.

He immediately began to wail, calling for his cousin. Tigris ran over quickly, crouching over him worriedly and asking what happened.

Coriolanus pointed at the girl, who was staring down at him from the platform. “S-She pushed me!”

She rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t have if you had listened to my warning.”

Tigris looked at her, trying to remain calm and collected. “Have your parents ever taught you that hurting people isn’t very kind?”

The little girl nodded. “Yes. But they also told me I should stand my ground.”

Tigris sighed, brushing Coriolanus’s tears away gently with her thumb. “Come on, Coryo. It’s time to go home.”

Coriolanus sniffled and slowly stood up, holding Tigris’s hand tightly. He looked back at the girl one last time, who hadn’t moved from her position on top of the platform. She waved at him almost mockingly, but gave him a small smile.

Coriolanus glanced up at Tigris. “She was mean. I don’t like her.”

His cousin squeezed his hand reassuringly. “She’ll learn when gets older. She’ll learn to treat people with kindness and patience, which are very important. More important than who rules over the playground.”

As the two young Snows walked over to their family, Coriolanus thought about the triumphant smile that the girl had given him after shoving him. He gritted his half grown-in, half-missing teeth.

‘One day, I’ll be able to do what she did to me. I’ll take her place as the mighty ruler of the land,’ he thought.

That was the first time that Coriolanus Snow met his future wife and First Lady, Bellova Reginelle. Neither of them knew what fate has in store for them, or what the pain and suffering would mold them to be.

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Author’s Note: This is my first time ever posting my writing on Tumblr. Please let me know what you think in the comments! I have a few chapters done so far, but wanted to wait to see if the prologue was well received :))

thank you to @euphemiaamillais for reading my work and encouraging me to publish it! also thank you to @coryosmin for letting me discuss my ideas and sharing my pinterest boards via dm lolll

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builtbybrokenbells · 1 year

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Blurbs

Doing each others hair ♡

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— ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ —

Sam Kiszka

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Catch-22 Masterlist ♡ ☾ ★ WIP | ON HOLD

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Blurbs

Early Morning Fluff ♡

Kissing in the rain ♡

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— ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ —

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Blurbs

Doing each others hair ♡

Danny helping when you’re overwhelmed ♡

In the rain ♡

— ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ —

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BTS REACTION TO: Giving them a bj around other the members

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY GIFS

***Lmao these were supposed to be short reactions and I ended up write a whole ass essay for each***

WARNINGS- lewd language and scenes, oral (male + female receiving), voyeurism/exhibitionism, blowjob, deep throat, drunk sex, degradation, bukkake, orgy, 69, food play, mxm, lots of cum eating, unprotected sex, rimming, and I think that’s it if I missed anything lmk plz!

a/n: Sorry this took sooooo long, college and work are kicking my flat ass. Anyways, I use the word "frenulum" so in case you don’t know what that is it’s an elastic band connecting the foreskin to the penis glans (tip). It can also be used in dental terms but in this case it’s not (obviously lol). Taehyung and Namjoon include 69. Tae’s standing 69 in case it wasn’t clear. Also in Yoongi’s reaction, all of the characters are drunk but are able to consent. ALWAYS MAKE SURE TO ASK BEFORE PREFORMING ANY SEXUAL ACT!

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Kim Seokjin

For the past 2 weeks you have been begging Seokjin to let you suck him while he was playing video games. But Jin constantly shut you down in fear of being heard by his members.

“Jinnie please I promise I’ll stop if you get too loud please please please!” You whine watching his roll his eyes at you.

“No Y/n the members are going to hear and they will never let me live it down.” He softy spoke. You then sigh and throw yourself on the bed mumbling some curse words that Jin slightly smiles at. He then turns around to face his screen putting on his headphones waiting for the other members to join.

“Namjoon-ah finally we’ve been waiting!” Jin shouts into the microphone after 10 minutes. You chuckle at his childish antics and argue with yourself about whether or not you felt like listening to Jin today. After much debate (not really it was like 5 seconds later) you decided you wanted to be mischievous.

You quietly got up and walked over to him, stopping right behind his chair. You place your hands on his shoulders gently massaging him. He smiles up at you and turns his head to the right to place a quick kiss on your arm. This makes your heart to melt and you couldn’t resist placing a kiss on his head. As you massage you slowly began going lower. Hands reaching his chest and abs. Jin mutes his mic and says “Princess what are you doing?”

You ignore him and keep going until you reach his crotch. Gently squeezing and groping his hardening cock. As you move in front of him you hear the muffled shouts of Jin’s name coming from the headphones. Jin gives you a nod of approval after accepting his fate and turns on the mic to respond to his members. With that you get on your knees not wasting any time to pull down his shorts. He lifts his hips to help you fully remove his clothing. During that process his hard cock smacks you right in the face. You look up at him with a knowing smile. His ears start to turn red that the fact he was caught not wearing boxers under his shorts. That shyness lasts about 2 seconds before he’s fully hypnotized by your warm wet mouth engulfing his cock. Jin’s eyes roll back but quickly snap back as he lets out an obvious moan. He hears the voices on the other side of the headphones quiet. “Um hyung a-are you ok?” Poor Jungkookie asks shyly.

Jin panics and says “Uh yes I just stubbed my toe on my desk.” He throws his head back as you start sucking his balls while stroking his cock. The boys question him again when they hear a very loud slurping noise in the background.

“ARE YOU GETTING HEAD RIGHT NOW HYUNG?!” Jimin screams. The rest of the boys gasp and laugh until a shy voice speaks up to say “can we see hyung?”

You somehow manage to hear and you freeze. Jin looks down at you worried, scared you might stop because his members crossed the line. You stand up slowly careful not to bump your head. Turning around to turn his webcam on and then turning back around to face Jin. You lean down to his mic and say “Kookie you wanna see your Jin-hyung get his dick sucked? How naughty but since you asked so nicely, I’ll put on a nice show for all of you.” You take Jin’s headphones off and turn back around to set them on his desk. You glance up at the screen to see all the members starting wide eyed both of you. You smile at them innocently and order Jin to roll his chair back slightly. Just enough room for both of you to be in the frame. As you kneel back down, Jin tries to hide his excitement and newfound arousal. You grab his dick roughly and let a large glob of spit land on his tip. Seokjin moans at the feeling and throws his head back as you take in as much of him as you can. Bobbing your head up and down roughly while massaging his balls has Jin screaming and whimpering.

“Y/N-ah please slow down, I’ll cum too fast if you keep going like that!” He whimpers grabbing at your hair in an attempt to slow you down. You continue the fast pace until you feel his warm cum shoot down your throat.

“Ahh Y/N f-fuck fuck that feels so good” he moans as he tries to catch his breath. You pull off of him making sure to swallow all his cum before getting up again. Giving Seokjin a small peck on the lips while he calms down. You walk over to the camera and stick your tongue out to show you swallowed everything. Then you hear two moans. You dart your eyes around to see Namjoon and Yoongi mid-orgasm.

“Fuck that’s so hot Y/N you’re such a good girl” Namjoon groans. His voice sends electricity straight to your pussy which causes you to clench your legs together. Jin chuckles and suggests the brilliant idea of inviting all of them over. To which of course you agreed.

That night was spend with you getting passed around like a fleshlight but you couldn’t be happier ;)

Min Yoongi

"Yoongi-ah I love you so much!" you shouted in his ear while attacking his face with kisses. Yoongi giggles at your cuteness with pure adoration in his eyes. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. With his free arm he pushes loose hairs out of your face.

"You had too much to drink my love." Yoongi kisses your nose which makes you giggle.

"You guys are so cute it makes me sick." Taehyung says making a disgusted face. You roll your eyes and flip him off. "Hyung you are so whipped you know that?" Taehyung responds back smirking. You get up from Yoongi's lap and walk over to him. Standing write in front of him your lean down to his obviously aroused face.

"You're just jealous that he has someone to choke on his dick every night, while your alone with your hand." You say slowly inching closer to his face until your lips are an inch apart. "In fact, all of you are jealous, I've heard your failed attempts at making Yoongi think he’s too good for me." You snap as you look at the boys sitting around you. Each boy looking shocked, confused, and for some reason turned on. You walk back to Yoongi and before you sit on his lap you get an brilliant idea. "Why don't I show you why Yoongi will stay with me?" You rest your hands on his knees for support as you lower your body down to its knees. Yoongi makes a shocked sound and tries to stop you. You slap his had away, scolding him. You quickly unbuckle his pants and pull them down just enough to release his dick and balls. He’s still a bit soft but you can’t wait. You dive your head down to engulf his soft dick. You suck harshly making him snap his hips up.

“My love what has gotten into you?” Yoongi groans. His hardening dick twitches as you suck on his tip. “Oh fuck right there my love that’s so good” he moans as you flick your tongue on his frenulum. He’s jolting and shivering as you suck on his tip.

“Fuck baby you like it when I suck your cock in front of your friends?” You tease him. He whines at you to keep going as you tap his cock against your tongue. You fulfill his wish, not wanting to make him angry. You lightly bite down on his tip which sends Yoongi into overdrive and a second later you feel his hot cum shoot out. You quickly pull him out of your mouth and let him aim. His cum hits your face, tongue, and neck as he aggressively milks every drop. You turn around to walk to Taehyung. Once you reach him you pull him up so he’s standing right in front of you.

“Clean me up” you demand. He looks at you shocked and then looks at a fucked out Yoongi who gives him a nod of approval. He dives down to clean Yoongi’s cum off your neck. He moans at the taste and moves up to your lips. He shoves his tongue inside your trying to savor the taste of both of you. You suddenly break the kiss. “Sit back down you pathetic slut!” You push him off so he lands back on the couch. Taehyung moans at your action grinding his hips up as a signal for you to touch him. “Wait your turn whore” you spit at him. As you turn around to scan the rest of the boys, you see some with their pants across the room and some with a hand down their pants. This makes you giggle.

“So, who’s next?”

Jung Hoseok

(this gif got me barking bro i swear)

You were currently sitting in a giant couch inside Hoseok's greenroom. You were watching the medium sized TV with a big smile on your face as you watched the members perform Yet To Come. Singing along to the lyrics with a little bit of tears coming down. As they finish up, you can hear the crowd screaming for their beloved boys. You feel so proud of Hobi, in fact you felt so proud you had the perfect gift to give him. Quickly taking off your clothes only leaving panties on. You sit on the couch with your legs tucked under. You try to muster the best innocent look on your face as you hear footsteps getting closer. As the door opens you expected the beautiful heart shaped smile to greet you but instead you got ambushed by a stampede of 7 normal boys from Korea (lmao). "AHHH WHAT THE FUCK!" you screamed trying to cover your boobs.

"AHHH WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!" Jin screams.

"BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO SUPRISE HOBI, WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" you scream back.

"YAH! Everyone shut up, people are gonna hear us. Jimin-ah close and lock the door." Namjoon demands. "Y/N why are you naked?"

"I was proud of my Hobi so I wanted to surprise him with sex, but I wasn't expecting all of you to walk in." You respond back to him shyly. Hoseok walks over to you and hugs you. He leans down to kiss your earlobe. Then he starts sucking on it which catches you by surprise and makes you moan. You cover your mouth and you feel him chuckle against your neck.

"Oh angel you like this don't you, you like when the boys are eye-fucking you? You like that your fat tits are out in the open for them to see?" He says slapping one of your tits. You yelp and moan for more. "Aw baby you're such a little slut, as much as I'd love to make you cum, its my reward." He smirks while rubbing your boobs. You're left with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. Hobi giggles and sticks his thumb in your mouth. You immediately close and start sucking his thumb lightly. "Fuck you're so dirty" He moans and palms at his hardening cock.

"Hobi give me your cock please, I want to taste you." you whine. He smiles and pulls his thumb out of your mouth, dragging his wet finger down to your left boob.

"Fuck ok, guys she's gonna suck my dick, if you don't want to watch leave right now, if you do take off your pants and stand around her." Hoseok says while helping you remove his pants. You finally get his cock out and waist no time to taste him. Taking hold of the base, you lower your head taking as much of his cock as you can. He moans and throws his head back. You start hearing belts unbuckle which excites you. You can feel yourself getting wet and pull off your boyfriend’s cock.

"Hobi please let someone touch me" you whine.

"Ok ok yeah someone please touch my angel so she can get back to work" He replies frustrated. You giggle as you hear footsteps fighting to reach you first. You feel someone pull your panties down and then feel multiple hands touching you. Hobi gets impatient and pushes your head down. He moans loudly as he fucks up into your mouth. He groans at the sounds of the your gags and whimpers. You're so focused on his cock that it takes you a moment to realize someone is sucking on your clit. You attempt to scream but the giant cock in your mouth muffles it. "Fuck angel does that feel good? You like Jin's tongue you nasty slut?" He groans out. You whimper in response. That whimpering only last for about 5 seconds because it’s cut short by a load moan ripping from your throat. Jungkook then spits on your asshole and shoves two fingers inside. “Holy shit angel you look so fucking hot taking Jungkook’s fingers in your ass.” Hoseok groans.

"She's so tight hyung is she an anal virgin?" Jungkook moans.

"No she loves getting her ass pounded." Hoseok replies while petting your head. "I recommend eating her ass, she taste so fucking delicious." Jungkook's cock twitches in excitement in hearing that. You hear other members complaining that they want to taste you.

"Just take t-turns please." You say stuttering because Jin is still working his magical tongue on your clit. He then decides to harshly suck on your clit making you scream against Hobi. With that you feel multiple tongues sliding around your rim, with a couple poking inside. You shudder in pleasure and try your best to continue the messy blowjob. You are constantly gagging on his cock making him moan at the vibrations. Hobi pushes you down all the way and holds you there until you tap on his thigh. He lets go to let you breathe. As you disconnect from his cock a string of saliva hangs then breaks landing on your chin.

"Fuck you are such a messy whore angel." Hoseok moans as he smears the spit down to your tits. You go back to work on his cock trying to time his orgasm with yours. His moans become higher pitched and his stomach start contracting. You follow in his footsteps and soon after both of you hit your climax. Hoseok's cum fills your mouth quickly as you swallow. Jin licks your pussy clean and stands up. Hobi turns you around to face all 6 men and the sight that your met with is something you'd never forget. All six men stripped completely naked with their heavy cocks in their hands. Their beautifully tanned skin glowing with a thin layer of sweat that made you drool. You motion for them to come closer to you and they immediately followed. Each other them vigorously pumping their harden cocks, eager to paint you with their cum.

"Please cover me with your cum" you whine while rubbing your clit. Hoseok chuckles at your eagarness and starts flicking your nipples. For the next 5 minutes the only sound that could be heard were moans. You violently rubbed your clit as all six men finished on you. Their cum hitting your face, boobs, thighs, pussy, and stomach. You look up at Hobi at the same time he looks down at you and you smile.

"Thank you for the reward angel, I love you."

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon was currently pushing the members out of the dorm because tonight was your second anniversary. It was almost comedic seeing him desperately push the boys out the door while tripping multiple times in the process. “WEAR A CONDOM NAMJOON-AH!” Yoongi screams before Namjoon slams the door shut. He leans against the door letting out a loud sigh.

“Finally some alone time.” He says looking up at you. You smile back at him and motion him to walk towards you.

“Baby hurry up we only have 2 hours before they come back and I’m craving that thick cock in my mouth!” You exclaim and Namjoon zooms towards you which makes you laugh. He lays down on the couch and pulls down his sweatpants. “Oh? Are we doing what I think we are?” You question while taking off your clothes.

“Baby I love you, I really do but you need to hurry your cute little ass up and get that pussy on my tongue.”

“Yes sir” you say playfully saluting. He giggles at that but quickly shuts up when you hover your dripping pussy over his face. He get impatient and grabs your hips to pull them down harshly. You scream as he devours your pussy like a madman. He flicks your clit at lightning speed making you shake uncontrollably. Your orgasm quickly builds up and before you realize it your squirting on his face. He moans as you spray his face with your juices. Sticking his tongue out to catch as much of his favorite drink before it’s all out. When you finally come down from your high he laughs and you turns your head back to see what was so funny.

“Damn baby you soaked my glasses” he says still laughing. He takes them off and throws them on the coffee table.

“Joonie don’t throw your glasses like that, this is why you break them” you tease. He smacks your ass to try and shut you up but it backfires as he saw your ass jiggle.

“Mmm fuck that’s so sexy baby” he moans out. You shake your ass a little to get him worked up. He dives right back into your wet hole, sticking his tongue deep inside you. This time however you wanted to make him feel just as good. You were too lazy to remove his boxers so instead you rip them open. The act makes Namjoon jump but his attack on your pussy remains just as strong. You grab his cock and waste no time to deepthroat him. He moans into your pussy causing vibrations. He jiggles both of your cheeks as your bob you head up and down as fast as you can. Both of you so into your intimate act, you don’t realize the boys has unlocked the door and walked in. You only notice when you hear a high pitched squeal. Both you and Namjoon look up in shock as you see his brothers staring at you with wide eyes and hard cocks. Namjoon freezes not knowing what to do. You think for a second and decide that making your Joonie cum is more important than facing 6 horny boys. You duck your head back down to suck on Namjoon’s tip. He moans but immediately clears his throat feeling embarrassed.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop moaning Joon, let them hear how pretty you sound when I choke on your cock.” You say in a raspy voice due to the intrusion of his cock in your esophagus. He whimpers in response and starts moaning out with little break in between. You look up at the flushed boys to give them a little smirk before going back down Namjoon’s cock, making sure to keep eye contact the whole time.

“Baby I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!” Namjoon screams. “Don’t fucking stop please milk my cock dry.” Of course his wish is your command. You drop all the way down and open as wide as you can, grabbing his balls and sucking them into your mouth as well. Sucking as best as you can with a dick and balls in your mouth. Namjoon squeals at this new sensation. “OH MY GOD IM FUCKING CUMMING BABY!” He screams out. You can feel the hot cum shoot down your throat, it’s over filling and dripping onto the couch cushions. When you feel the last string of cum shoot out, you pull back up creating a popping sound. Namjoon shudders at the feeling. You gently get off of his big body and walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As your walk back into the living room you see your seven favorite boys staring at you like they got caught doing something illegal.

“Tf are you looking at?” You questioned with a confused glare.

“I didn’t know you could fit my dick and balls in your mouth.” Namjoon says with a weird expression on his face.

“Oh you didn’t? Huh weird.” You shrug. “Do you wanna see how I learned” you ask. They violently nod their heads yes still in shock of your newfound talent. “Ok well first I need a volunteer so I can demonstrate, any takers?”

At the speed of light, seven hands shoot up to the sky.

“Mmmm guess I’ll just have to show you individually then.”

Park Jimin

(Look at him🥺 I just wanna squish his cheeks)

“Jimin-ah don’t worry it’s gonna be ok” you softly coo in his ear. BTS was currently in their private plane on the way to America. They were scheduled to preform at the Grammys and the nerves are starting to hit Jimin hard.

“I know beautiful, I’m just worried we would have done all this work and somehow I’d mess it up.” He says into your chest. You hated how much he doubted himself. You hold him tight and pet his hair.

Pulling away from the hug you hold onto his face and say “Jimin stop thinking like that, you have worked too hard to let the nerves ruin it all. You guys are gonna do amazing, your gonna make everyone fall in love with your beautiful voice.” He gives you a small smile and kisses you. You kiss back harder and it makes him moan. “Why don’t I help calm your nerves handsome?” He nods shyly while looking around. He makes eye contact with the members who were watching this interaction.

“It’s ok Jimin-ah, let her relax you.” Jimin looks at Yoongi surprisd that he said that so casually.

“Are you guys ok with that?” Jimin asked, voice cracking in the middle. The rest of members smile and nod. Jimin motions you to continue.

“Ok handsome, sit on the table but face me, I want them to see how well I can take your cock.” You direct and tap on the table. He follows your orders with shaky legs. You unbuckle his pants and yank them down, leaving him completely naked from the waist down. He moans at the cold air hitting his erection. You grab his cock at the base and tap it against your tongue. He jumps at the sudden contact. “Honey, relax stop being so jumpy.” You say before fully engulfing his dick in your warm comforting mouth. Jimin let’s out an exaggerated loud moans and immediately looks over at his members. Jungkook catches his eye when he notices his hand is inside his pants moving violently. Making eye contact with him and moaning louder to tease him. You look over and see the stare down and it makes you a bit jealous. So you pull off and invite him over. “Kookie come help me suck his cock.” Jungkook hesitates but soon runs over. You and Jungkook take turns sucking Jimin’s cock.

“Oh my god beautiful, that’s so sexy. You look so hot sharing my cock with Jungkookie.” Jimin gasps when he feels both tongues moving quickly directly on his tip. “Oh fuck yeah move those fucking tongues faster, you dirty sluts” he moans out trying to take control but fails when he sees you and Kook making out with his cock in the middle.

“God that’s so dirty, but I love it.” Hoseok adds trying to get a better look. Jimin calls the rest on them over and lays back on the table. Still moaning from the tongues on his cock. Jimin grabs Yoongi’s cock and shoves it in his mouth. You catch a glance at the act and moan against his skin. That makes Jimin burst his cum all over yours and Jungkook’s face.

“Hyung your cum tastes so good” Jungkook whines while licking his lips clean. The rest of the hyung line and Taehyung jerk off and cum on Jimin’s face. Jimin being the dirty slut he is, opens his mouth wide to accept all the cum. He swallows with a big smile on his face and sits up to look at you.

“You feel better?” You question while cleaning him up.

“Much better, thank you beautiful. I love you so much.” He says and kisses you with tongue.

“I can taste their cum” you say making them laugh. “I want more.” You say with the straightest face ever.

Kim Taehyung

“Ah fuck love that feels amazing!” You moan out. For the past week you’ve been on cooking duty ever since you lost a bet with Jin. You really thought you could beat him in Mario kart 3 times in a row. Obviously you don’t know yourself well enough because you came in second each round. Now you’re stuck making dinner for all seven members for two weeks. But Taehyung being the sweet boyfriend he is, decided to come and watch you cook to keep you company. He didn’t help for obvious reasons (that man cannot cook) but he stood by you the whole time telling you interesting stories. You enjoyed his company, if felt very wholesome and sweet. That is until he got a random urge to eat you out. He walked behind you while you were cutting carrot slices and pulled your shorts down, chuckling at the fact you were wearing SpongeBob panties. “What? I thought they were cute” you say barely audible.

“They’re adorable darling, they make your ass look cute.” He says then takes a little nibble on your right but cheek. You squeal in surprise. He pulls your panties to the side and digs in. Loud noises fill the room as your pussy start creaming on his tongue. “Your cream tastes so good darling, I could eat it forever.”

“Taehyung I wanna, fuck that’s so good, make you feel good too.” You can feel him smile against your pussy. He stands up and rips off his shorts and shirt. You look at him confused but the look turns to shock as he lifts you up and flips you upside down. “AHH OH MY GOD TAE WHAT THE HELL!” You scream out.

“Just suck my cock darling.” He says before going back to eating your pussy. You scream at the new position somehow feeling the pleasure more intense with all the blood rushing to your head. “Darling what did I say?”

“Sorry love” you say before quickly taking his cock in your mouth. He moans in pleasure and leans against the counter to prevent himself from losing balance. His attack on your pussy only getting faster.

“Holy shit!” Immediately recognizing Jin’s voice both you and Taehyung stop what your doing and look towards the voice. To your surprise the six members who were supposed to be playing video games had now walked in on your porn-worthy act. “Yah don’t do that in the kitchen, we are gonna eat that food you know.” Jin says still shocked from the sight. Neither you or Taehyung wanted to move. So being the horny couple you are, you keep going. Only this time, you are the one in control. Sucking hard on his tip making him let out the most beautiful whimper. He tries to go back to eating you but the pleasure you are giving him is making his knees weak. Jin notices and walks towards you, he holds onto Taehyung to keep him supported. “Keep going” Jin says nodding his towards your pussy. Taehyung hesitates but lightly puts his mouth back on you, but the friction was not strong enough causing you to grind your hips. “What are you doing Taehyung-ah, get in there.” Jin demands and pushes Taehyung’s head roughly against your begging pussy. You scream at the sudden change and take his cock deeper down your throat. Taehyung moans into your pussy causing your legs to shake in a powerful orgasm. Your screams send Taehyung into a mind-numbing orgasm. He doesn’t have time to react when he sees Jin grab an abandoned carrot slice and swipe it on your slit, gathering all your creamy juices. He guides the slice into his mouth, moaning when he tastes you. You shudder at the taboo act.

“Not fair hyung, we wanna taste too.” Namjoon whines.

“Then what are you waiting for? Dinner’s ready”

(Wow I’m going to hell for this one)

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook and you are so excited for movie night with the members. Every Saturday, the members meet up at one of their houses to watch a ton of movie and eat a shit ton of snacks. This specific night was your turn. Jungkook came a few hours earlier than the rest which was not shocking considering he basically lived at your place. You had everything set up, the huge tv in your bedroom displayed multiple streaming apps to choose from. Your big bed covered with throw blankets and pillows. The boys usually hosted their movie night in the couch but you had a California King mattress which you got solely because Jungkook loved trying different positions. So why not get a huge bed to try them out right? “Oh Kookie, Hobi texted. He said he’s picking up the rest of the boys from the store and they’ll be on the way.”

“I have an idea bunny.” Jungkook smirks mischievously. You raise an eyebrow at him. “We have about an hour before they get here, so I was thinking we could try deepthroating again.” He says casually. You look at him shocked.

“You’re insane you know that?” You respond but obviously agreeing. You lay in your bed with your head hanging off. Quickly feeling the blood rushing down. Jungkook wastes no time to pull out his cock, not even fully removing his shorts. You open wide enough for his cock to fit but then contract your throat to let it pass down.

“Oh fuck bunny I can see my imprint on your throat.” Jungkook groans. He brings his tattooed arm to touch the bulge in your throat. He twitches when you groan realizing he’s deep inside. Wanting to keep him there forever. But of course you need air to survive. You tap his thigh three times and he pulls back to let you breathe. You cough for a couple seconds and give him a thumbs up signaling your ready. He slowly guides his cock down your throat agains. Then a loud bang followed by multiple footsteps coming up stairs rings in your ears. “Fuck bunny they’re here sooner than I thought.” Jungkook says trying to gently pull out. But you lifts your arms and grabs onto his ass, locking him inside. You start moaning like crazy making him shudder with pleasure and fear that your going to get caught. Before he can say anything, the bedroom door burst open.

“Hey lovebirds we- oh shit” Hoseok curses. The rest of the boys stop dead in their tracks. Poor Jungkook looks horrified but continues moaning when he feels you tighten your throat. You motion for the boys to come see your amazing skill. As they walk towards you, Jungkook let’s you breathe. But you immediately put him back in. He groans as he feels his high building up.

“Oh my god I can see his dick!” Jimin exclaims. You smile slightly and point to your throat. You gesture them to touch it which leaves them feeling oddly aroused. Taehyung is the first to touch it.

“Fuck I can feel that.” Jungkook moans. The rest of them starts poking and massaging Jungkook’s dick through your throat. He lets out a high pitched moan and shoots his cum down your throat. Gently pulling out and flopping down next to you on the bed. You clear your throat and say,

“So who’s next?”

The movie night was long forgotten.

Sheesh that took FOREVER! But anyways I hope y’all enjoy reading this. Hope this wasn’t too kinky for you haha but if it was sorry. Next time read the warning. But yeah, I’ll get started on the next writing soon!

(GIFS ARE NOT MINE)

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zizz-asdf-re-r-o-u · 2 months

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Headcanon time: Who might be on the aroace spectrum in a sex game?

I missed arospec week by... a few weeks lol. And hey look i'm making a Nukani headcanon post instead of a questionable theorizing analysis for once! If you have contributions for characters I don't have enough info on (especially Quincy), please add on!

Disclaimer: I'm aromantic but allosexual. For me, this means I experience sexual attraction, but not romantic attraction. In my local kink scene, I actually personally know several community members + friends who are asexual or aromantic or both, and some engage in sex while some don't. And lastly for demographic proof only, I'm in an unofficial discord server where some unspecified members are asexual, but they still play this porn game, so yes not everyone who plays this game are into romance or sex.

TLDR: someone can be asexual or aromantic or on the aroace spectrum and still have sex but that varies for everyone!

Now that that's out of the way, here are my headcanon times! None of this is true or ever will be true due to the marketing of a porn harem game, but I think it's fun to headcanon! Feel free to disagree cause I know how people reacted to that "Is Aster trans" reddit post.

Speaking of Aster. I think he's also aroacespec! In his SR room 5, we got text narration ONE time that he gushed or orgasmed or something with a vague hot rod behind Eiden's back. But we've never seen Aster naked nor involve his genitals with another body in the 5 H scenes we have with him. And unlike EVERY other character, he’s only described to have orgasmed once. He also constantly talks down on morvay’s sexual habits, and while it’s a running gag that’s played for laughs, isn’t it possible Aster actually thinks this way? But is still willing to engage in sexy times with Morvay because they're essence creatures so that's how you exchange essence, and they’re basically an old married couple & deep down they do care about each other. And remember what I said about aromantic or asexual people who still engage in kink or sex.

Next, Karu my beloved chew toy. At the time I wrote Garu/Karu analysis part 1, I thought both of them were firmly allosexual but also presented some evidence someone could use to argue Karu might be demi or aroace or something else. But the more I think about it, the more I think yeah, he might be. Or he’s just a tsundere. I swear I'm not delusional and am a logical canon-based theory fan. (Btw, according to google searching, it is possible for different alters to have different sexualities, so this does not apply to Garu).

Quincy- I have never watched a Quincy intimacy room (including his SR & R cards that I have unlocked) but my vibes based off all the other story content with him makes me think he might be in the umbrella, so Grey-ace, Demi, etc. From what I’ve heard other people say, Quincy has had a lover in the past but currently only has sex if Eiden begs for it. This might fit into the definition of people who don't really care for sex themselves, but is interested in it for their partner. If anyone has Quincy cards and has more information, please let me know!

Huey: ok so we have almost no information on him. But he didn’t have sex with his clan members. He was definitely not romantically invested in any of his clan members nor do I recall him having hints of being sexually or romantically invested in anyone else, which does not equate aromantic or asexual but its still possible. And that’s all I got. Anyone got additional input?

Eiden: ah our beloved Eiden. Let’s ignore that in meta, he’s supposed to be the audience self insert (even though he’s the least self insert type MC ever) and therefore he is not going to “prioritize” one ship over another.

Anyways, so I am 100% sure he’s not asexual. BUUUUT he has not expressed romantic lovey dovey attraction to his clan members. More significantly, he does not seem to pick up MULTIPLE clan members’ romantic hints towards him. Yes in Fateful Aegis, Eiden says “I love you too” back to Yakumo, but it’s prefaced with something like Your grandparents love you and I love you too-ish, which to me indicates found family love. Kuya has said the Chinese/Japanese equivalent of “I love you” (“the moon is bright/the moonlight is beautiful tonight”) and that totally went over Eiden’s head. Dante & Edmond are also intensely crushing on Eiden… but they’re tsunderes so it’s probably gonna take forever to get across. The other members are different types of dedicated but open relationships rather than traditionally romantic relationships (except for Rei, who’s still getting there). And I think this is a great thing! All these varying relationship styles that are given the same weight & importance & Eiden has such appreciation & care for all of them, despite not providing traditionally romantic affection back.

Aromantic people can still love their friends & family! We’re not heartless emotionless creatures. We just may not experience or be able to comprehend romantic attraction. And i don’t think that’s a defect nor a bad thing.* And I think it’s especially cool when we compare Eiden’s bad hookup habits in the real world with how he has multiple regular partners that truly value him and a new found family in Klein. If he was aromantic this whole time, it’s kind of a positive perspective, isn’t it? Some aromantic people do experience “squishes”, which is a term for when we feel emotional desire for a platonic relationship. Obviously none of Eiden’s relationships are truly platonic due to the sexual element, but they all lack the romantic element from Eiden’s side.

(Anyways, Eiden won’t ever “reciprocate” romantic love because it’s a harem game, but shhhhh. Also to anyone who says it’s an Asian game and the characters aren’t going to say “I love you”…. Well in their newest intimacy rooms, both Kuya and Yakumo literally just did. Heck one of Forest Night Kuya’s sprite dialogues repeats that!)

So yeah, I hope you enjoyed this pointless headcanons!

*Speaking from my personal experience, I’ve have several sexual partners over time, but I never had the desire to date them or be romantically invested in them. And a weirdly telltale sign, that Jaidenanimation pointed out quite nicely, is that when she listened to romance songs she was like “wait that’s what people experience when they’re in love???” I’ve read a TON of romance and have heard a TON of love songs, but I cannot relate to any one of them. I literally have not felt any of those feelings. And when I have sexual partners, the horniness is definitely the forefront compared to any “falling in love” feelings. I did have what I now realize were several “squishes” in high school/college. What squishes feel like to me, are like “I wanna be your friend & you’re really cool & I cherish you! Like a lot! And also I don’t mind if you fucked me!” which emotionally feels different from “I’m in love with you!!!” (Which yeah i still don’t know what “in love” feels like, and I’m fine with not knowing!).

#personal #headcanon #nu carnival

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presiding · 7 months

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How you'd rewrite Dishonored death of the outsider if it was fully fledged game with 10 missions? (like Dishonored or Dishonored 2)

Oooh!! Enrichment in my enclosure - thank you for asking! Thinking about a total rewrite was a great exercise. Fair disclaimer: I haven’t read the books & their canon-status can’t hurt me. To me, the Dishonored games stand out due to their immsim design philosophy, and thinking about some of the industry reasons for DotO’s departure from that, if I could make a standalone game with ~ten levels I would, but with the same budget I’d also happily make two DLCs made slowly over a longer timeframe with greater attention to detail.

Game structure

Finding Daud // Billie’s past

The fate of the Outsider // Billie’s future

Game story

Setting & Characters

Billie: What has Billie been doing since she’s returned to Serkonos? Knowing the Dreadful Wale will sink, she’s sold it for scrap & has set up an agency in Lower Aventa. She’s something of a detective/odd-jobs man (& assassin when it suits her). Business is booming, life is good. I think a long-running implication that she's becoming Daud in some ways would make for an interesting subplot.

Karnaca: a city that unfolds. In the first levels, Billie feels like a forgotten woman, a ghost slipped through the cracks, but as levels progress there are hints & references to how her past actions have affected others & shaped the city

Alignments: Witches, gangs, religion, industry; missions for clients who can’t necessarily pay their way. Missions that allow the player to explore/understand Karnaca in a deeper way.

Daud: Billie is unsure if Daud again will bring her any closure. She’s been thinking of him since her time with Emily, and his name keeps popping up.

Deirdre: the charm is a more functional heart, similar to Jessamine, as well as her own character design. Perhaps she doesn’t see Deirdre until she chooses the powers, or until she’s in the void (see next point)

First arc: Finding Daud // Billie’s past

Powers: the Outsider offers Billie powers even though her life is finally, actually good, so she’s pissed off. A choice - she can take them, or play no powers mode.

Breanna Ashworth is this arc’s villain - she wants Delilah back, and knows that Daud has banished her before, wants to know how he did it. Grief & desperation has changed her, and she no longer has her high society veneer. The remnants of the Karnaca coven, now powerless, have stolen from the Overseers to arm themselves to the teeth, and to neutralise Daud’s powers, in addition to black bonecharms.

Billie’s in a race against time against Breanna to find Daud, but by the last level it becomes clear that Breanna *has* found Daud, and has been torturing him for information about the void. Her dynamic with Billie is complicated by their past.

I think betrayal would be an interesting theme, so maybe one of the levels gives you the option to ally yourself with Breanna under false pretences.

Second arc: choosing the fate of the Outsider // Billie’s future

Delilah is the core villain, but she’s obsessed with killing the Outsider so she can take his place, having been violently ripped from her perfect world in her own painting by Breanna (who meant well), & knowing the Empire doesn’t hold her interest... but a perfectly mouldable void & infinite power does take her fancy.

As remorseful Daud is obsessing about preventing Delilah from taking power, Billie’s doing some detective work and learns more about the Outsider (he’s not showing up and monologuing - she’s finding this out herself. A level idea could be a raid on a ‘haunted’ houses where the void is thin)

Delilah succeeds in taking the Outsider's place, leaving the Outsider dead or mortal depending on if you are able to save him. Delilah has split her soul from herself before and she’s very much clever enough to learn the Outsider’s name to render him mortal.

Daud knows he’s dying, though, and it might be an ultimate sacrifice to save both Billie’s life, and the Outsider’s.

So during the final battle, there’s an option to make Daud the Outsider, because Daud wants Billie and the Outsider to have a shot at a normal life, and his life was forfeit in his own mind…

… or, reluctantly accepting the Outsider’s help, Billie finds a way to cut the void’s access to the world, rendering Delilah an all powerful god over a dead & silent world.

Because of the past/present focus of this you could even have levels set in the past - missions with Billie & Daud. Perhaps Billie as POV character, and Daud dropping by the way that Billie did in Knife of Dunwall. That’d be neat.

A heap of ideas here, hope there was something you liked :)

#dishonored #death of the outsider #daud #delilah copperspoon #billie lurk #the outsider #i dont know why you asked me this but i love that you did. thank you anon!#i wanted to stick to the topline ideas rather than dig into what the levels could look like #and you'll notice i mostly avoided the things introduced in doto. ie plot points & new characters #because none of them really pass the fandom test to me. i just dont see anyone obsessed with things from that game #and i could write an entire separate essay about cults in videogames & morality #i want billie's choices & life to have felt like it has meaning and made a difference #and i wanted the game to feel like it was more about billie even if its also about power & the fate of the world #and though i dont love where they went with the outsider & daud in the game. i do love having really high stakes

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anonymouschishiyaimaginesandmore · 1 year

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BestFriend!Chishiya

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is Part 2 !!HERE!! is Part 1 !!HERE!! is Part 3 !!HERE!! is Part 4!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Explicit Smut in later Parts, both Characters are Teens, Slight Toxic Behavior, Complicated Consensual/Not-Consensual Behavior Summery: Chishiya x Female Reader

BestFriend!Chishiya has been watching you closely ever since that one day, posing as the ever so unbothered best friend of yours, who was, in no way, interested in what happened nor what it could mean to you. Things are supposed to feel normal. Boring. As black and white as ever. Just the two of you. As friends. But that wasn’t the case anymore, at least not for you.

BestFriend!Chishiya eyes lay carefully on your figure, while you are pretty much slumped over your homework. You feel his stare. At least you think you do, cause every time you look up, his brown chocolate orbs, framed by peroxide blond strands, are focused on his books instead and it confuses you. A lot. Are you going crazy?

BestFriend!Chishiya knows it does and he also knows that you can feel him starring right into your soul. It amuses him how you react. Thought it only animates him to do it more often and see how far he could drive you up the wall. You, on the other hand feel like you can’t trust your own instincts anymore. Whenever you look up, sure to catch his attention on yourself, only for it to be somewhere else, he does grand you with a tired look of his own, asking less interested “Is there something?” only for you to shake your head and return to your notes and scribbles of halfhearted done work.

In the past, you were always sure when BestFriend!Chishiya was staring at you. You caught him but it was ok because it was nothing than just a game. You were confident to know when he tried to poke you with his mind directely and see if you react, but now, after that fateful day, your instincts seem to play with you, or does he? You believe to know when his eyes roam your body, but as soon as you look up, you are only met by his presence, not his attention. You can’t help but think, maybe, just maybe, it is just in your head.

Perhaps you wish for BestFriend!Chishiyas attention? Maybe, after what he asked of you, so blatant, so easy, but still so consequential, it toys with your head? It can’t be. Shouldn’t be. Wont. BestFriend!Chishiya isn’t this kind of person. You have never seen him interested in anyone, beside his work and some side projects, but persons? Actual Human beings? Not if it didn’t benefit his future career or any other entertainment, so even if he looks at you. Even if your mind isn’t playing games on you and making you see and feel things that aren’t there. Even if. It doesn’t matter because he surely sees you with no different eyes than before.

BestFriend!Chishiya says “Speak up”, ripping you out of your thoughts and this time, when you do look up, his attention is undeniably on you “Huh?” you ask confused, tho you have a feeling what he meant “You haven’t asked me to help you with your homework yet, but I can see from here that most of it is either incorrect or so farfetched, it’s not rhetorical anymore, but a fable”

BestFriend!Chishiya watches you lower your gaze, playing the dumb one, what isn’t that hard, since compared to him, you are practically dumb “I have no idea what you are talking about”

BestFriend!Chishiya grabs your book and notes, turning it towards himself and scans thru it, before a smirk appears on his handsome face. Did you just think handsome? Oh god no… “Who is axelot the great? Any why did he conquer your pants?”

BestFriend!Chishiya admires your confused face as you take your book back from him, reading over your notes and mentally slapping your head at least 5 times. You know that your brain isn’t fully there. More likely over the place, just like your mind. Every sentence you read, needed to be re-read at least 5 times before it sunk halfway in, what made you slower than usual but such errors? That was truly stupid, and you feel your cheeks flush and palms getting sweaty at the realization, just how far away your thoughts had been during homework.

“Didn’t know your pants can be conquered” mocked BestFriend!Chishiya amused and you flash him daggers, words shaky as you open your mouth, wanting to bark at him, but what comes out is barely above a whisper “Shut up”

BestFriend!Chishiya notes with amusement your obvious embarrassment. It can be captured with a camera, that’s how evident it is. So you give up, for the day, scrambling your papers together, wanting nothing more than to leave this uncomfortable situation. The Last days you have done nothing but waiting for something to happen. A sign, that what happened, did happen and wasn’t just a dream or something. That it was real, but BestFriend!Chishiya has gone back to his usual self so fast, you almost got whiplash from it.

It is like all you two did, all BestFriend!Chishiya did, with you, all the touches and words and everything was nothing more than an illusion and it makes you crazy. It makes you question yourself if you have gone insane and dreamed it all up. After all he never lost a word about it, never brought it up, never asked how you felt after his hands had touched every piece of skin, no matter where. And as if he hasn’t made you touch him. Him. It!!!

BestFriend!Chishiya stops your actions, taking your book right out of your arms and opening it at the last page he read one movement ago. It impresses you every time how perfect he does things. How nothing he makes, ever contained any failures. No step ever went into the wrong direction and no word was less correct than the ones before and all that followed.

BestFriend!Chishiya was perfect. His whole actions always had been, but now, it is like the colors he forced you to see, also reflect on him in a way, that makes you see more of him. Truly him. Not just your best friend. More of how perfect his body is. How manly he is. Why did you never see him like that before? Is it because until that day, BestFriend!Chishiya was nothing but a friend and not a guy? And seeing his sex made you realize he was one all along? Is one.

No, that was wrong. BestFriend!Chishiya is no guy, he is a man. There is no way just a guy could be so talented with his hands like BestFriend!Chishiya was. No guy is so gifted like him in certain places, no one and yes you looked the average up on the internet afterwards. BestFriend!Chishiya is certainly not one of them. He is so…big.

BestFriend!Chishiya proceeds to correct your writing as if it was nothing to him and with a totally collected appearance. Like your stupidity is no problem at all. Like all of this is just an everyday happening. And it makes you angry that he treats it that way. Then again, it also makes you angry that you feel the way you do and the emotions that you shouldn’t feel. Then again, can you really blame him for the thoughts you have and the way he faces them?

BestFriend!Chishiya made sure, that day, what his action meant for him, beforehand and you knew that. You agreed to it and now, you have the audacity to be angry he doesn’t feel more? That his mind isn’t as scattered as yours. Unable to focus on simple tasks. How fucked up are you exactly?

You sit down again, giving up on your intentions of leaving. It would only throw off questions like why and to be honest you can’t really answer them correctly without admitting your messy brain, so you give up and look at him instead. Really look at him, up and down, trying to see what really changed about him, because you feel like a lot did, but then again, also nothing. BestFriend!Chishiya is still just him, and way more. Gosh your mind is truly a mess. You can’t even think straight!

“You are starring” No question, no reminder of your unnatural behavior, just an obvious statement and you smile. Sure, a lot has changed, but BestFriend!Chishiya was still the same in many ways, after all.

“I was thinking.”

BestFriend!Chishiya chuckles, his eyes not leaving the book in his hands. Red pencil correcting every mistake of yours like a teacher. But a handsome one “About?”

“Just” you start but interrupt yourself, because the words in your mouth seem like another elusive explanation instead of the truth “I thought…no I questioned myself…did it really happen?”

“Did what really happen?” BestFriend!Chishiya makes a big X over a whole paragraph of your writing and you swallow. This action makes you rethink your words again. Your sentences made sense to you when you wrote them down, but to see how wrong they are now, makes you self-conscious of your ability to judge the situation rightfully. Probably, you are wrong after all. Have you gone insane?

“You know what.”

“I don’t” says BestFriend!Chishiya nonchalantly, another paragraph falling victim to his sharp eyes. You highly doubt his statement, looking at him with a bitch please expression.

“Don’t play dumb. It's not convincing.”

BestFriend!Chishiya stops his actions. He freezes in his position for what felt like minutes. Red pencil in his right hand, head lowered, gaze towards your work. Completely in his element and still. Time froze him up. Or maybe you did? “Do you really not know…what I mean?” you ask, words stuttering again, but this time your tone was at least content. Demanding an answer. Or was no answer the actual one?

BestFriend!Chishiya sighs heavily. Head rising, massaging his nape, he finally turns to you, with the oh so familiar playful smile on his face “I do know what you mean” This isn’t enough. You need him to say it out loud, so it was clear, the two of you are talking about the same thing. You need him to admit it in a full sentence that it really really happened.

“And what is that?” you ask, swallowing nervously. BestFriend!Chishiya doesn’t miss is. The way your breath picks up. How your chest raises with anticipation, expecting his answer, and hoping for the right one “I asked you to undress for me. Then I touched you on places that seems like you haven’t showed anyone else before me. At least your reaction to this whole topic tells me this” if possible, your heart races even more, lungs hitching like a broken-down car. You bite your bottom lip, unbeknown to yourself, but BestFriend!Chishiya sees it and cant refrain from smirking amused “Then you expected me to be turned on by your naked body and I tried to make you understand that it takes more than just some skin and flash to truly…excite me”.

You say nothing. Thoughts racing in your mind, BestFriend!Chishiya sees all the wheels turning, so he adds casually “Ah. That’s right, there was something else, I forgot. You touched me too. Or did I make you touch me? Who knows?”

BestFriend!Chishiya takes your silence as an invitation to lean forward and the fact that you don’t back away, is enough for him to proceed “Wanna see it again?” your eyes widen “Last time you barely got the chance to take in the sighed. Must have been your first time seeing one in real life, hm?”

BestFriend!Chishiya notices how you chew on your poor lip, unsure what to answer. If you should even answer at all, but you can’t help yourself from looking down at his hidden sex. The picture of it was engraved in your mind, never able to forget. Ever. Even if you wanted to. Do you want to? Who knows. However, you did somehow crave for your fingers to feel him again. Want to explore him the way he did with you. But your thoughts are focused only on one of his parts and BestFriend!Chishiya knows it by the way you eye his lower body, trying to undress him with your mind and feel every blue vain around the limb flash, meandering a way to its pink head “All you have to do is ask” BestFriend!Chishiya whispers, watching with delight how your fingers twitch with expectancy “You know. Like I did”

Your eyes rip from his dark pants when you are sure, no when you could swear you saw something move inside. Could it be? BestFriend!Chishiya sees how shocked you are at this realization, questioning if you really saw what you saw and it pleased him. The plea in your eyes, the black of your pupils widening to it extant with want, maybe even lust? He has no time to find out, because something scared you so much, you stumble practically to your feet, shoving everything you can get in one move inside your backpack and swinging it over your shoulder, rushing out of his room and with that out of his apartment, but before you are out the door, you hear BestFriend!Chishiya shout to you “Write me when you are home. I will bring your book with me tomorrow” and this was all that was said, before you were out and on your way home.

At home, no one asks you why you look so over the places. No one realizes how dirty your thoughts are and you don’t want to tell them, until you lay in bed, with your pajama on and damp hair from the quick shower, holding your smartphone clutched to your chest.

BestFriend!Chishiya. You forgot to write him. Or more like you didn’t forget but you pushed it aside, hoping to. The universe isn’t on your side tho, cause while lying around like that, you felt bad that maybe he could be worried about you, and you made him feel like that intentional.

BestFriend!Chishiya looks at his phone when the familiar ping sound of his notification chimes. He sits on his bed with his laptop on his folded legs, scrolling thru news all over the world and his mind taking in all the information’s like a sponge sucking up water. When he sees the message is from you, he smirks mischievous and moves the electronic device from his body, sinking deeper into his pillows.

YOU: Sorry I forgot to text you YOU: Been kind of busy since I got home

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totesnothere04 · 2 months

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I Found You Pt.3

Grace Augustine x Male!Avatar!Sully!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, gifs, or screenshots.

Warnings: Fighting, death, angst, murder?? justice?? I guess it depends on your point of view on things.

Part 2

Nearly a full year later you were escorting the kids to school the way you do every day they have class. Sylwanin and Tsu'tey were walking side by side, while Neytiri ran, jumped, and climbed with her friends. You felt an emotion you had never experienced flutter in your stomach, but you shook your head reminding yourself that it would probably never happen to you and Grace to have children together. She is a scientist too focused on studying the world around her to welcome a child into the universe. While you were a bit more grounded, and family-oriented, and you thought more about regular things. Like which one of these kids would win the next game of tag.

When you finally reached Grace's school you hadn't even realized Sylwanin had disappeared from the group and Tsu'tey had started conversing with one of his friends. When you walked in Neytiri and her friends grouped together and watched with anticipation as you leaned over and gave Grace a quick kiss. The group of girls started to giggle and some even started talking to eachother excitedly.

"Oh? You think that me loving my mate is funny?" You ask playfully and Neytiri immediately recognized the tone of your voice.

"No!" She immediately giggled out as she took off running and you chased after her. When you finally caught up to her you started tickling her sides and she squirmed and laughed, fighting to get out of your grasp. Tsu'tey and the others had become accustomed to the two of you play fighting and laughed along with the two of you.

Unbeknownst to you, Grace was watching with a fond expression on her face. Her thoughts of starting a family with you only increased at the spectacle infront of her.

"Okay, okay. Break it up you two." Grace says with a chuckle and she takes her place infront of the older kids. You went over to the younger kids and started your usual day of keeping them entertained while Grace taught.

Your ears perked when you heard distant shouting, the beating of hooves, and the tale-tell sign of heavy machinery. Tsu'tey noticed it as well and became just as alert as you. You hush the small children and climb up into the rafters to see who is approaching from a small opening at the top of the building. You see Sylwanin and some of her teenage friends coming toward the school fast and behind them were RDA forces.

"Everyone get down!" You call out and the older kids who know how to speak English drop to the floor, but Grace goes to the little ones and gets them down. You drop down from the rafters just as Sylwanin and her friends run into the school.

"Sylwanin! What happened?" You ask her quickly, but you don't have time to get an answer since shots start being fired at the school. You grab Sylwanin, pull her down, and shield her with your body. When the shooting stops you slowly get up and look around. Tsu'tey is holding his ear and blood seeps through his fingers.

"Grace... check on Tsu'tey." You tell her and she does as asked. You look back down at Sylwanin and your blood runs cold. "Oh my god..." You say and immediately put pressure on her bullet wound. "Sylwanin, just keep your eyes open. Listen to me okay?"

Her eyes blink rapidly and her breathing becomes labored. She looks up at you and you can see her accepting her fate, as the life fades from her eyes. You tried to wake her up to no avail and you nolonger felt like you were in your body. Like you weren't on Pandora anymore.

Distant gunshots are heard and you look up to see a group of kids hiding in the remains of what was once their home, an orphanage. You got up quickly and ran over to them ushering them away to a safer place, killing any enemy that you crossed paths with.

You snap out of whatever trance you're in when you get thrown. You shake off your shock and get to your feet. When you look around you see many RDA soldiers lying dead or injured on the floor. Only a few on foot still stood and the other 4 were in exo-suits. You saw Grace standing in the doorway of the school looking shocked and the kids behind her. With the attention being on you, you decide to take off, luring the rest of the soldiers away from the school. Away from the kids... Away from Grace.

After you're sure you lost them you call for your ikran and fly off to Hometree. When you land you make your way down to Eytukan who takes notice of you immediately and Mo'at starts looking over you for injuries.

"Tsu'tey told us what happened... That you turned on the demons and protected the children." Eytukan says and you nod.

"It's true, Eytukan." You tell him out of breath and Mo'at ushers you into the healers area.

"Tsu'tey and a few others are on their way to your base in the mountains." Mo'at says and you look at her confused. "Grace gave him your location. He is on his way to get you so that you may become one of our people permanently." Mo'at says and waves a small leaf under your nose, and you pass out shortly after.

You get out of your link pod as fast as you can and grab an exo-pack. You turn to Grace who's watching you sadly and you give her a quick hug. She sniffles a few times but ultimately backs away from you after a moment.

"You need to go. There's no telling when they'll realize it was you." Grace says and you nod. You pull her in for a kiss and back away hesitantly. "Go... I'll be okay, and I'll let them know what happened." Grace says and you nod.

"I love you." You say emotionally.

"I love you too." Grace says and you turn and walk out of the airlock after putting on your exo-pack. Tsu'tey lands his ikran and helps you onto its back, then takes off in flight into the night.

When you get back into Hometree you feel weird being so short compared to everyone else. When you get down to the bottom Mo'at and Eytukan have the entire clan gathered as they speak about what transpired earlier in the day. They take the time to announce Neytiri as the next Tsahík and Tsu'tey keeps his eyes to the ground. Not wanting to look up to see any looks of pity. They announce Sylwanin's burial to be in the morning and you sigh sadly.

"Tomorrow during eclipse we will be performing a ceremony to allow (Y/n) to become one of the People." Mo'at says with finality and she turns and walks away with Eytukan following shortly behind her.

The next day felt like torture. Nobody truly wanted to get too close, and you couldn't bug Grace like you usually do... You felt like you were stuck in a moment that had long passed, long before you were on Pandora. Until Mo'at and a few other healers came and told you it was time. The ride to the Tree of Souls felt like it took forever, though that was probably because you were riding on the back of Mo'ats pali. Everything on this moon was really far too big for human use. Eventually Mo'at feared you would fall from her pali and moved you to sit infront of her. Which you are man enough to say felt a little embarrassing, especially since her mate was right infront of you.

When you arrived to the Tree of Souls Mo'at guided you off to the side and started removing your clothing. You stuttered as she did so because it felt far too intimate to let a mated woman undress you.

"M- woah uh Mo'at why-" She didn't allow you to finish speaking.

"Eywa must beable to touch your entire body... Be warned (Y/n) Sulí... You must pass through the Eye of Eywa and return, but you are strong. I can sense it." Mo'at says and her skin of her brows pushed together in confusion from the sight of your scars. "Your own people did this to you?"

"Not my people... I fought in a war back on Earth and I was shot in battle." You clarified for her and she frowned. She didn't ask anymore questions as she draped vines to cover your lower body. Once again you felt awkward as she did because as a human you were well endowed, but to their standards...

"Come." Is all Mo'at says as she leads you through the gathered clan. They had all gathered around the tree sitting in a pattern, their tswins all attached to the ground behind them. They were chanting quietly and a few different male members of the clan carried your avatar to the base of the tree. They laid him down in the fetal position and Mo'at took her place on the highest part of the roots infront of your avatar. Neytiri gave your back a gentle push to join your avatar and you did so. You laid down in same position and just as Mo'at started leading the chanting your eyes closed. After a moment the darkness gave way to bright light and you blinked in surprise.

"(Y/n) Sulí, I have expected you for a long time." An omniscient voice says from amongst the bright light.

"What do you mean?" You ask confused.

"I have expected you... As I expect all of my children." The voice says and you cock your head to the side. "Many of my children do not reside within the Na'vi... They are within your human scientists. For many must be born blind to see properly."

"But... why me?" You finally ask after a few moments of shock. "I'm just a marine."

"You are important for the survival of my children. You will not understand today or anytime soon, but will know when the time comes." It says.

"So, you are Eywa?" You ask and you feel a nudge on your back forcing you to step forward. You continue walking forward since that what they seem to want.

"Yes. I am Eywa the Great Mother." She finally says after moments of silence.

"So you are real." You say amazed.

"I am, and I have watched over you and your brothers for your entire lives. You have never been alone." She says and a round-ish portal looking thing from those games that Jake and Tommy used to play comes into view. "Pass through my eye, and return to your rightful body. But, I have a request."

"I, uh, have never spoken to an all-knowing deity so I have no idea what to say." You admit and there's a rumble around you, almost like a laugh.

"There is an abandoned human base close to Hometree. Go there and get it to work. The future happiness of two of my children relies on it." She says and you nod.

"Yes, I can do that. What-" You stop as you get right infront of the portal thing. "What about Grace? My mate. She's still in the human base. Will she ever get to join me?" You receive no answer as you feel a hard shove to your back and you're sent through the portal.

Your eyes open almost immediately after and you hear the joyous laughter belonging to Neytiri.

"He did it, Sa'nu! He came back!" Neytiri says to Mo'at who pats her daughter's back. You sit up and look down at your hands, big and blue, then you turn around and see your body lying behind you. You frown as you realize you will never get to see your brothers again, but you get to your feet, and Eytukan hands you a tweng. He doesn't speak as he does so, and you quickly put it on.

"The Great Mother has given me a task... I must carry it through." You tell Eytukan and Mo'at. Mo'at nods and steps aside to allow the clan to see you.

"And you will, but tonight we celebrate life. Both those gained and those lost." Mo'at says and the clan cheers at her words. Everyone starts to run to their ikran or pali.

"What will happen to my human body?" You ask Mo'at.

"He will be laid to rest near Sylwanin. Do not worry, go back to Hometree." Mo'at says and a few others join her side as they collect your old body. Eytukan leads you away and the both of you call for your ikrans.

Three Years Later (Third Person POV)

Jake was led to the center of Hometree by his tswin and pushed until he was infront of an important-looking clan member. He spoke in his native language meaning Jake had no idea what he had no idea what he was saying. When he stepped forward offering his hand to shake when Neytiri informed him this was her father, the hardwood of a bow smacked down on his hand.

A harsh hiss sounded from next to him and a very tall, blue version of his older brother stood infront of him.

"Tommy?" His brother asked as his ear perked forward. Jake didn't get to correct him as a loud call in the Na'vi language cut the interaction short. She circled him like a vulture.

"What are you called?" She asked and Jake cast a quick glance to his brother, trying his hardest to apologize with his eyes.

"Jake Sully." Jake said and he watched as his big brother looked at him in confusion, but he didn't say anything. Mo'at pricked him with a small blade from her headdress, and ran the blood on it over her tongue.

It wasn't until Jake had beenable to get changed and went to eat with the clan that he was able to catch his brother. It wasn't hard to distinguish him from the rest of the Na'vi, due to his brothers height.

"(Y/n)." Jake greets his brother, who looks at him with narrowed eyes.

"What are you doing here, Jake?" (Y/n) asks Jake seriously, but quietly so he doesn't catch anyone else's attention.

"Fulfilling Tommy's contract." Jake says without hesitation, but at the look of worry (Y/n) gave him he wanted to take back his words.

"And why isn't Tommy doing that?" (Y/n) asks quickly. Jake hated seeing that look in (Y/n)'s eyes he had seen it way too many times throughout his youth.

"(Y/n)... Tommy died a week before his deployment. Some idiot with a gun wanted what was in his wallet." Jake said sullenly and at that (Y/n)'s tail went still and his posture sagged as his face fell. Neytiri sat next to (Y/n) and immediately noticed his solemn attitude.

"What is wrong, (Y/n)?" Neytiri asked him and (Y/n) leaned a little closer to her and whispered. Her eyes immediately held sympathy and her hand found his shoulder. "I am so sorry, (Y/n)... I know how much your younger brothers meant to you."

"This is actually one of them." (Y/n) said and gestured to Jake. "He's the stubborn one." Neytiri makes a face as if saying 'Ah, okay.'

"I fear I'm not hungry anymore... I will just go to sleep." (Y/n) says and he goes to stand only for Neytiri to yank him back down and push his food back to him.

"You must eat. You have been working too hard to go without food." Neytiri says sternly and (Y/n) sighs.

"Neytiri no. I'm tired and I'm not hungry." (Y/n) says in protest only for Neytiri to pull his ear and lightly jab his ribs with her fingers.

"No... Eat." Neytiri says forcefully and (Y/n) sighs and then complies. Neytiri turns back to her food with a pleased look on her face.

(Back to regular POV)

You woke up the same time you do every morning and ran off to the top of the tree to get your ikran. The abandoned human base was near completion and you had worked hard to get it back to where it was now. Mind you that came with attacking threats to the clan territory and scrapping through the remains of samson's, exo-suits, and other human machinery that was collateral damage. Sometimes Neytiri would accompany you and she would poke around the machinery that belongs to humans. Her face a mixture of curiosity and a little disgust.

You jump on the roof of the little base and crack open the panel on the roof. You'd spent the majority of the last few years getting this base away from the power mainframe, so it wouldn't be trackable. There was a long strip that you had taken out and reshaped so it would run off of power cells, but you had... Maybe... Stolen a solar panel hookup from another small offsite base that seemed like it hadn't been touched in years. However, the solar panels themselves had seen better days.

You sighed as you counted again, still needed four power cells. The others you had in storage ready to be put to use later on. Your ikran nudged you with its nose and squawked.

"Yeah, yeah... I know we need to go back." You say with a heavy sigh. You really didn't want to. The idea of going out and facing your little brother was causing you a sense of unease. You had always beenable to tell when the twins were hiding something from you. In your opinion they were both terrible liars, it got even worse when they tried to withhold information.

Though it might also just be that you're not used to having your brothers with you anymore... That had to be it. Jake wouldn't do anything diabolical. You put the panel back in place and stand up.

"Go sit in the shade in the trees for a bit. I've got things I need to take care of." You tell your ikran, Trent, who flies off. Probably to hunt down some food.

You go inside the small outpost, basically having to crawl through because of your size. You close the door to the airlock and look around for probably the millionth time. There's a set of monitors and a ton of other machines inside that you barely had any knowledge of their purpose. You go to the back of the room, being careful to keep your tail tucked to your side so you don't break anything, and you open the door in the back of the room. This you know its purpose, but you didn't know for what or whom... Yet.

A glass pod, that avatars are grown in, sits in the middle of this room along with all equipment necessary to watch vital signs. You had cleaned the pod inside and out many times over to keep dust from settling. Just incase it's an emergency that this pod became of use. You doubted that though, considering Eywa had said the happiness of two of her future children would be determined by this one thing. You sighed and made your way back out of the building, calling for your ikran.

The next day you were finishing breakfast, when you spotted Neytiri making her way over to you out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head and greeted her, and she greeted you in return.

"(Y/n), I have a request." Neytiri says quietly.

"Alright... What do you need?" You ask hesitantly.

"I want you to help me train Jake. Maybe he will respond better to a teacher he knows." Neytiri says hopefully and you shake your head.

"I'm not the big brother he remembers, Neytiri." You tell her and she shakes her head.

"It is about him being familiar with you. He trusts you." Neytiri argues quietly.

"Neytiri I don't think it w-" You stop talking when you see Jake wandering down into the main area and he makes his way over to you and Neytiri.

"Neytiri, (Y/n)." Jake says once he gets close enough and Neytiri gives you a pleading look.

"Fine." You say slightly defeated. "What are you teaching him right now?"

"She's teaching me to speak Na'vi." Jake says.

"And what all do you know?" You ask him and you give him the stern 'spill it because I'll find out later' look. Jake seems a little unsettled but keeps a straight face.

"Nothing." Jake finally says and you sigh.

"You really weren't ready to take on this kind of thing yet were you?" You ask and shake your head. "I want to speak with my mate before I make any decisions here."

"You have a mate?" Jake asks incredulously.

"Yes he does, but she-" Neytiri starts to say but you shoot her a look that says 'stop'. You get up and make your way out of Hometree and into the forest. You pull your secure comlink from under your other chokers and necklaces. You press the buttons, but don't say anything waiting to see if she's available and alone.

"(Y/n)?" You hear Grace on the other end of the comm.

"Grace, I need to talk to you." You say slightly rushed and trying to be quiet.

"We're in the mountains." Grace says and you call for your ikran. The ride there was long but it felt longer because it had been a long time since you had been with her. When you arrived you landed at the top of the mountain and made your way down. Grace was in her avatar infront of the mobile unit and she smiled when she saw you.

"Grace." You say in a soft voice with a small smile.

"(Y/n)." Grace says and she jogs up to you and wraps her arms around you. You lean down and meet her lips in a kiss, which you both melt into instantly.

"Grace... What do you know about Jake?" You ask when you finally separate.

"He's why we're in the mountains." Grace says with a bitter look on her face. "Max caught him talking to Quartich and Selfridge about Hometree. Not sure what he's told them, but it's never good when it's either of them."

"There's nothing definite about what you know he's doing?" You ask and she shakes her head.

"No. But I wanted to try and nip it in the bud to protect you from being disappointed in him. Why do you ask?" Grace asks curiously.

"Neytiri asked that I help teach him." You tell her honestly.

"Do it." Grace says quickly. "You may just be the key to saving him from becoming a jarhead mercenary." You stop and consider what she just said. It's a possibility.

"Oh, hey (Y/n)." Trudy says as she comes out of the mobile unit with a tall lanky guy behind her.

"Trudy." You greet her and the lanky guy's eyes go wide when he hears you speak. "I'll try my best... But I need you to be ready to send the emergency signal. I can feel something different happening now." You say quietly and Grace nods.

"I keep it on my person at all times." Grace says quietly.

"Did you do the thing they asked you to last time?" You ask her and she nods.

"Everything they asked of..." She cut herself off and shot a quick look at the tall lanky guy. "'Terra' and I, is finished and ready to set into motion."

"Good. Keep your eyes and ears open, and keep your guard up." You say quietly and she shifts a little uneasily.

"They asked me to take some of your blood too... Just in case." Grace says and your brows pinch together.

"My human body has been dead for years... Buried near the tree of souls." You say in a confused manner and she sighs.

"They still requested it." Grace says quietly and you nod.

"It will need to be quick. There's no telling when my dunderhead of a little brother will come out of the link." You say and walk over to the stairs of the mobile link unit. You set your arm on your leg as you wait. Trudy comes out of the unit and hands the familiar small black case to Grace. Grace gives Trudy a quick nod and she takes the tall lanky guy back inside.

"Who is that?" You ask after the door closes.

"That's Norm... He's one of my new scientists." Grace says honestly. "He's bright... But he has alot to learn."

"I had alot to learn when I came out here, but you took me under your wing and taught me no problem." You say quietly and you give her a tender look and she chuckles.

"You did, you learned fast, and so will Norm. It will take time for Jake to learn." Grace says and she packs up the small black case once she gets what she needs.

"But I'm afraid that by the time he learns, it will be too late." You say and you rub the back of your neck nervously as you think about the future and what it may hold.

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What is Fate/Stay Night?

Fate/Stay Night is a visual novel that came out in 2004. It features three routes: Fate, Unlimited Blade Works, and Heaven's Feel. It is also the first installment of the Fate serie.

If you are familiar with that serie (and if you follow me I think I can safely bet you do,) it's the one game all the other games keep referencing.

If you are not familiar with that serie, it's the game this blonde anime chick you can see everywhere since 2005 is from.

Oooh nifty. What's it about?

The story follows SHIROU EMIYA, a perfectly ordinary teenager with small magic abilities, as he gets dragged in a mage battle royale where the winner gets to fulfill one of their wish. During that battle royale, mages are aided by Heroic Spirits, aka historical and/or mythological figures as summons to fight. As you can imagine, the question of what makes a hero? is a major one in the story, along with What makes a villain? What makes a victim? How does one uphold their ideals?

Cool. Should I play it?

Well that depends on what you're looking for in a story, but if you enjoy strong thematic writing, balls to the wall concepts, and commitment to any worldbuilding implications (be they really silly or deeply horrifying) then yeah you should def go for it! Also, as a visual novel, it is extremely well-made and it fucks with the medium in ways I have rarely seen before.

I'm already familiar with other Fate games and I know the tl;dr of the plot. Do I really need to play it?

Yeah you should!! As I said in the intro, every Fate entry out there references fsn in some way, be in directly by making references to plot elements, or indirectly by echoing and building on its themes. Trust me no amount of knowing what would happen could have prepared me from actually reading it.

Isn't it a porn game?

The original is an eroge, yes, so it did contain sex scenes. The remake, Fate/Stay Night: Realta Nua, replaced the sex scenes with sfw ones. I can give you my personal opinion on which version of these scenes is best if you need me but really it's up to you as to which one you'd rather read.

I tried playing the game a while back but I thought the protag was a cunt.

Yeah I getcha the first route is a bit clumsy by today's standards and it's easy to read the protagonist as a bitchy chauvinist at first. Still he gets better (and in fact never acts even remotely like that in the other routes) so I would ask you to grind your teeth and keep going.

"The first route"? Is there an order to the routes?

There is! In the original game you had to go Fate route -> UBW route -> HF route. Iirc you can play them in any order in the remake, but I strongly advise you to play these routes in this order regardless, because they were very much built with the assumption that this is the way you'd experience things. (A very basic exemple is that the Fate route has a lot more explanations on the worldbuilding and the rules of the battle royales, while the other routes assume you already know this shit and ellipses it up.)

Ohhh. Ok I'm kinda interested. Where can I play it?

Well funny story! This game is like, the ONE fate game that never got any official release in the West whatsoever! So you're gonna have to go with fantranslations. You can play the sfw remake over here, or you can download the og eroge over there.

I'm gonna be real with you bestie I am not committing to a 70 hours-long vn when I don't even know if I'll like it.

Understandable! Perhaps you'd be interested in the anime adaptation of one of the routes then? I'm told the Unlimited Blade Works anime is a good introduction to the Fate serie, its vibes, and therefore whether it might be your thing or not. That being said disclaimer that I have not watched it (<- not an anime watcher) so I can't personally back it up.

Hey why are there like twenty versions of that blonde anime chick

That would require me to make a separate 2k long post king.

Anyways.

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The terror 2018 & religious symbols in storytelling and character development

Religious themes are widely used in cinema mainly because religion is an inherent part of our culture. The story of the bible is told using tropes and storytelling devices that are still prevalent to this day. It can help the audience recognize themes, character archetypes and offers the storyteller/director an opportunity to play with those common ideas and reshape them to create a unique piece of art.

We will be looking at first season of The terror series and how that applies to it. I have not read the book on which it's based, so I'll be focusing on the show's version.

(Disclaimer, I was raised catholic but never went to catechism class, so my knowledge of the subject may be flawed as it dates back to my childhood. Also, I am awfully uneducated and don't know anything about other religions or how they may apply to any of this. Therefore I'll be sticking to what I know here, but you're welcome to add to this and enlighten me!)

Episode 6 "A Mercy"

This episode quite obviously relates to religion as Fitzjames names the event they organize after the Catholic season of Carnival. All the episodes after it also follow the events that come after Carnival in the catholic faith, fasting for 40 days and then the resurrection of Christ.

Fitzjames orders this Carnival to keep the crew's spirits up and to "prepare them for what's to come". The walk home and/or the Lent season.

In the catholic faith, Carnival is a celebration of worldly pleasures. People eat in abundance, expensive and unhealthy foods, lots of sweets and fat. This is a time of celebration, with dancing, music and playing games. And of course lots of alcohol consumption.

We see the event through Francis' eyes, still afflicted by withdrawal. There is a fever dream quality to the place. The abundance of everything, the time it must have taken the men to not only build the place but their costumes as well, it all feels exaggerated and far too elaborated for the resources available to them.

This furthers the idea of abundance that Carnival represents.

Francis congratulates them on their skills, their creativity, and their cooperation in building this place that he calls a 'temple'. Again, the word is significant in the sense that a temple is a church.

He goes on to tell the men what's awaiting them. A long walk, to get back home. After Carnival comes a season of fasting in the Catholic faith during which people atone for their overindulgence. They eat sparingly, no meats, sweets, dairy, and liquor and everything else they did at Carnival.

This fast lasts 40 days. A parallel can easily be made with the imminent starvation the men are about to go through.

One of the most important things that happen at this Carnival is its end. Dr. Stanley foresees these horrors awaiting them all and opts for mass murder, in his eyes it's the gentler end, 'a mercy'.

He attempts to save the men from this otherwise inevitable fate by setting himself on fire and walking out with his arms spread out like a burning cross.

There is a tradition at the end of Carnival where the Carnival King is burned, it represents the end of the festivities and the beginning of lent. It's a scapegoat for all this excess.

Also, before Carnival Kings were puppets or floats, they were an appointed person. During Carnival, this 'king' was allowed to speak freely, even against their own government and would not be punished or imprisoned for it afterwards. They were meant to advocate for the people and bring up potential issues. Where Crozier tries to be honest with the men and make them feel brave to face the task ahead, Dr. Stanly, knowing the truth about the cans, goes against that directly, to him there is no hope. He advocates for the crew through an extreme act, which looking back on by the end of the season can indeed look like the lesser of two evils.

The 40 days of fasting are a call back to the 40 years the Hebrews spent in the desert, before reaching the promised land. When looking at the visuals from the episodes following the Carnival, the landscape is strongly reminiscent of the desert. The rocky hills look just like sand dunes. It's just as barren, nothing grows and nothing lives there. Where one is hot, the other is cold.

Dr. Goodsir as a Christ figure

First off, Goodsir's nature and personality can be compared to that of Jesus. He is a man who acts out of compassion and who believes in the goodness of human nature. He doesn't project racist beliefs onto the Netsilik people, like most of the crew does. He treats Silna as an equal and a friend, not a captive. He is the one who brings her her food, symbolically breaking bread.

He even continues to believe in the good of the British people despite the horrors he realizes they are responsible for, he claims this is not all his people are. His profession itself is reminiscent of Jesus, as they both heal the ill.

But his Christ-like metamorphosis really shines through in the latter half of the season.

As we established, the 40 days of fasting relate to the 40 years of wandering in the desert. However, it most importantly relates to the 40 days Jesus spent fasting in the desert and being tormented by Satan's temptations.

Many times in the 4 episodes that follow the Carnival we see Goodsir refusing to eat, because he knows of the cans. Later Hickey's group stops eating the cans as well, but they don't fast, they resort to cannibalism. Where satan tempts Jesus to turn the stones into bread, Hickey makes Goodsir turn men into food. Still, despite being hungrier than any of them because of his fast, Goodsir does not yield to the temptation Hickey lays in front of him.

Furthermore, the only way he can be coerced into participating in this horrible act and preparing the flesh to be eaten, is by being threatened that harm could befall Hodgson if he refuses.

Witnessing Dr. Stanley's suicide planted the idea for Dr. Goodsir's own early on, but what triggers it is Hodgson's story about attending papist mass.

He describes the vivid elated feeling of being purified through eating the body of Christ. In the Catholic faith Jesus died for our sins and by doing so, absolved us of our wrongdoings. By consuming him, we become a little more like him ourselves. If you attend Mass on Easter Sunday, the lights will be off and then turned on to symbolize the resurrection of Christ, then you are called to eat the wafer. It's Christ's body that you first consume after your fast, it gives you life again.

But even dying on the cross, Jesus continued to love people, even the ones who put him there and asked God to forgive them. Goodsir, captive in Hickey's camp and pushed to his limit, takes another route. He only lets Crozier know of the plan, therefore sentencing Hickey's followers along with him.

Hodgson told Goodsir that if he were a braver man he'd kill Hickey, implying not Hickey's group. Francis tells Hickey that he forgives everyone, except for him. Goodsir, however, is starting to embrace his former colleague's point of view, and opts for mass murder as well.

He tells Crozier that even through all of this he still finds beauty in the environment that surrounds them. As he bleeds to death, it is not loved ones that welcome him, like he had told David Young in the beginning, but symbols of nature.

In many ways, Goodsir represents an alternate path Jesus could easily have taken, one in which he lost his faith in the goodness of people and his faith in God.

"Any God?"

Still, Goodsir is a martyr and makes the ultimate sacrifice, like Jesus did, dying for the sins of others. But by eating his flesh Hickey will not be washed of his sins but punished for them.

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Paradox Live Official Fan Book vol. 2 - Itsuki Trivia

I translated new information from Itsuki's profile, his chronology, his daily schedule and other trivia from the second Paradox Live Fanbook!

Disclaimer: This is not a complete translation of Itsuki's pages - it does not contain any pictures from the Fan Book, and I have omitted some information that is already published elsewhere (such as most of his profile reprinted from the official site) or that is easily visible in the design descriptions. My notes about the translations in [].

This translation is made for entertainment and for easy reference. I highly recommend purchasing the Fan Book if you're able.

Check out 1Nm8's Team Trivia, Kei's and Rokuta's Trivia as well!

Itsuki's design

Phantometal: Geometric Square Tattoo - The metal is directly inlaid into the back of his right hand and around his wrist.

[This description clarifies that Phantometal is contained both in the design with overlapping squares and the jagged line around his right wrist. I'm not sure if this was clear to everyone before, I wasn't sure personally.

The tattoos on Itsuki's left wrist and neck are described separately, outside of the Phantometal section, so it seems they're just regular ink.]

Bangs: Have silver mesh

[Mesh (メッシュ) is a word used in Japan to refer to a specific technique of adding highlights to hair. This implies Itsuki purposefully dyes them. It seems his hair isn't actually graying - potential angst averted.]

Coat: Made of polyester, with a shawl-type collar. The shoulders, back and both sleeves are made to resemble a trench coat, while the front and the overall silhouette is inspired by a lab coat. The large print on the back has a holographic effect.

[The print is visible on Itsuki's full body sprite for Fate/edN or on his official nui. It's black, in the middle of his back on the coat, rectangle shaped and it goes from below his shoulder blades to his waist. It has the text:

☒ 505 BAD GATEWAY Error

There seems to be some text below the error message as well, but it's so tiny I wasn't able to read it even with a magnifying glass.]

Shirt: Made of cotton, with a standing collar.

Pants with a front slit: Made of polyester.

Sock boots: Have the word STORM written on the side [low above the sole] and SQUINT and some symbols printed around the ankle.

Image color code: #99D4DC

Itsuki's profile

Favorite food: Spicy food

Disliked food: Liver

How he likes to spend his days off: Reading. Often visits the library.

Itsuki's chronology:

5 years old: Brought to an Alter Trigger facility as a Phantometal research subject

10 years old: Begins to share a room at the facility with Rokuta

14 years old: Loses his emotions as a result of Alter Trigger's intensified experimentation

17 years old: Present time. Having escaped from Alter Trigger, meets Kei.

A day in Itsuki's life:

00:00-06:00: Sleep

6:00 - 7:00 - Wake up

7:00 - 8:00 - Getting ready, Breakfast

8:00 - 12:00 - Cleaning, housework, other chores

12:00 - 13:00 - Preparing lunch

13:00 - 14:00 - Eating lunch

14:00 - 15:00 - Taking a walk with Kei and Rokuta

15:00 - 16:00 - Joining Rokuta for a snack

16:00 - 17:00 - Multi-player games (playing until Rokuta wins)

17:00 - 18:00 - Reading

18:00 - 19:00 - Going shopping at the supermarket

19:00 - 20:00 - Making dinner

20:00 - 21:00 - Eating dinner

21:00 - 22:00 - Washing dishes and other housework

22:00 - 23:00 - Taking a bath

23:00 - 00:00 - Keeping the household account book

[The timing of Itsuki's shopping trips implies he tries to take advantage of discounts that are applied in the afternoon.]

#1nm8 #1nm8 translation #paradox live official fanbook vol.2 #itsuki #paradox live #pararai #paralive

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sleeplesssmoll · 4 months

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So I've been reading the traces recently and came across a line that seems like it should be important to well at least something but I haven't seen anyone talk about it? Here's the line btw:

It's specifically the "you're imitating the Messiah" Part that's like making me think. So uhh yeah I just wanted to share it.

Sorry if it's a strange thing to send I wanted to see someone else's opinion on it.

Reverse1999 loves to put Vertin in the position of Jesus. We saw this at the end of Chapter 2 where she was sitting in Judas's position and Schneider was in Judas's spot. Arcana calls her "the savior" and describes Vertin in an almost biblical manner whenever she's interacting with her. Even her little Suitcase is called an "ark". However, this instance is a bit different.

Disclaimer, Idk much about religion but I did try to look this bit up because it reminded me of something too. If anyone has more experience in the matter pls feel free to correct me or add on. I will do my best but I might get stuff wrong.

Note: Vertin was placed in a coma because the Foundation wanted her out of the way. This is relevant to the theory.

Here is what I found:

Source

The Jewish high priests were apparently looking for a reason to get rid of Jesus. As the revolutionary leader of a new movement that challenged the religious status quo, he posed a threat to their power. But they couldn’t just take action themselves. Ultimately, sentencing was up to Pontius Pilate, the Roman governor at the time. And they needed to provide him with a legal justification for Jesus to be crucified. The trial of Jesus A number of witnesses testified against Jesus before the Sanhedrin, a Jewish court. Although the Gospel of Mark says many of them gave false testimony, Jesus didn’t confirm or deny their accusations. In fact, Jesus remained quiet through most of his trial, refusing to respond to the charges leveled against him. But he did respond to one question. Asked, “Are you the Messiah?” he seemed to admit that he was. Caiaphas, the chief priest, called this blasphemy. And then the others agreed that Jesus should be put to death.

This trial parallels Vertin's story.

Moving on, this trail is in the chapter where Madam Z is playing ping-pong while trying to convince her friend to vote for her decision. The whole thing is an analogy to referring to how Vertin started off as the simple Timekeeper who kept records of the end of eras and now she plays this pivotal role that is rocking Foundation's core. She is the real ping-ping ball being batted between two factions of the Foundation. She has no say in the matter because she is now an object in a bigger game. Her fate relies on the people around her. Poor little Vertin is always a pawn in someone else's game. I highlighted some bits in red from the trail posted below that helped me put it together in my head. You can see it if you click "Keep reading." I hope this helps!

Also, thanks for giving me a chance to really look at this. I glossed over it the first time but the scene is even more intense now and I have a deeper appreciation for it. Any corrections or additions are welcome cause I'm out of my depth here.

Source: Chapter 4-16 Ball Game

Ping, pong. Ping, pong. Ping pong ping pong ping, pong. Ping. Pong.

An imitation show?

Yes, an imitation show. A ball imitation show, little thing.

You're imitating the Messiah, while I'm imitating an orange ball made of plastic.

Being pushed back and forth by two rackets, I have nowhere else to go. Once they apply a force on me, I can't help bouncing to the sky.

You can see how the air flows across my dry, wrinkled skin ...

Oh, what a coincidence! Aren't you in the same situation as mine now!

Ha! Look at your frowning face-

Your face wrinkles from the eyebrows to the nose tip, but people can barely see those light furrows. We know what that means. You have a poker face, and it's never your fault.

But for now, your face is not the thing that matters. Well, maybe for someone it is, but still, it's not. You know what really matters?

The game! Yes, it's the game, of course the game matters!

Everyone loves the game. They gather at the stadium, yelling or roaring vehemently. They choose one team to become its fan and spend good money on a team uniform or an autographed ball.

Yet, it's just a ball. You see where I'm coming from?

Just a ball. Its outline, a circle, could be found in any geometry textbook and anywhere in this world. When the first hominid picked up a coconut and threw it to the sky-and caught it—and threw it—and caught it-and threw it again, when she felt joy and yelped, had she ever thought of the future?

The future where a simple ball has become so complicated and enchanting, now we call it the present.

Complicated and enchanting?

Hahahahahaha! Yes, sure! Complicated and enchanting!

Use your silly and smart head to think about this ball game carefully.

The complex scoring rules, the harsh requirements for reactive agility, the countless possible foul points ... Your fingers, your wrists, and arms, a correct way of using them will lead to victory!

What matters more is, like every ball game, it focuses on how you serve the ball and hitting it back.

It's not an easy job as it sounds. When you are in the game, you need to concentrate. Where will the ball come from, and how will you return it to your opponent-you need to figure that out within half a second.

Use your power in a proper way, move your feet in a stable pace, inhale and exhale at the right timings.

Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong...

The sound will last forever and ever until that bouncing little thing falls to either side of the court.

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 lore #ask #religion is everywhere #everywhere

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lukaswars · 3 months

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Tetratrichobothrius Flavicaudis

Summary: When Oliver's plan of killing Felix goes wrong and he survives, the man drifts off into total madness. He finds comfort in Greek Mythology and he comes back to Felix with a plan - he wants to show the other man what happens to creatures that don't play along to his little games.

TW: attempted murder (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,065 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images/gifs used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated mwah 🫃

The vein on his is so tempting, the sweet, sweet scent of his sweat and the goosebumps on his arms, the dilated pupils and his whiny voice. Oliver gulps as he gets another whiff of Felix, the great amount of pheromones making the temptation unendurable for him. He struggles to pay attention to a single word his friend is saying, his mind is racing. A tiny droplet of sweat runs down Oliver's back, making him aware of his own vulnerable state. He can't escape this, it will always be like this. Oliver always looks for a new victim, this time however, he found someone special. Someone he wants to devour, yet keep alive forever.

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Felix's body is barely breathing, he is barely even alive. His life depending on the silver machine tied to him. It was all just luck, he was lucky to survive the posion, lucky to survive Oliver's anger. He survived it, he didn't escape Oliver, though. And Felix knows, he knows Oliver is present in his room. Watching him breathe slowly, listening to the subtly and annoying beeps, the green line demonstrating Felix's heartbeat. Oliver is here and he came with a plan.

"I know you've been feeling quite lonely, mate. Must be tough to find out how many people actually give a shit about their oh-so loved rich boy, isn't it? How often did your friends visit you, Felix? Did they even come by once? Has it just been Venetia and Farleigh? I've been trying to show you, nobody cares about you as much as I do. They don't care about your endless talking, your endless rants about things that don't matter. Nobody ever cared, Felix." Oliver chuckles as he pulls up his long sleeves. "You know that, though, don't you? That people only want your money. That's why you pretend to be such a sweet, sweet boy, to manipulate people into caring about you. I know what you are, you're a fucking freak, a little pervert. A fucked up little pervert, Felix. You watched me consume parts of you, you got off to the fact that I was always there, watching you. You wanted me, you wanted to fuck me so badly."

Felix can't reply, the medicine he's taking is barely keeping him consious. He just stares at Oliver, the man who has been fullfilling his darkest fantasies, the man who tried to kill him a few nights ago.

"I brought you a little present, something to remind you of your position." Oliver's voice was low, symbolizing lust. He proceeds to step closer, his hand reaching in his pocket. Felix's eyes widen as he recognizes that in the jar, made of glass, is a rather big, black scorpion captured. It's sealed with a lid, the scorpion seems to have accepted it's fate already. "He's gorgeous, isn't he? I got him the other day, he's quite calm, for a scorpion anyway. Thought I might introduce you guys and now seems like the perfect time to do so. Felix Catton, this is Hades, my Tetratrichobothrius Flavicaudis, my little project." Oliver doesn't take his eyes off the scorpion as he walks even closer, letting Felix smell his own aftershave. "Are you any familiar with Greek Mythology? Hades stands for Scorpios, debatable but the best zodiac sign, in my eyes. He stands for passion, secrecy and boldness. When I found out about them, I had to get one for myself. My own little Hades to keep."

Felix gulps, he desperately wants to move, get away from Oliver who is actively scaring him, the deadly animal in his hands like it means nothing to him.

"He's pissing me off, though, he doesn't really play along to my games like any human would. He has his own mind and he's hungry, Felix. Hungry for some insects, something filled to the brim with blood, something with a beating heart he can tear apart." He shakes the jar. "Am I right, Hades? You're upset with daddy, he has been neglecting his poor son for too long." Felix mouth opens, he wants to tell Oliver to leave him alone, he doesn't want to play these games anymore. He's scared and Oliver knows. "It's about time I show both of you what happens when you don't play along, about time I show you why it's better to do anything to please me." Within a few seconds, he unscrews the lid. Felix whimpers quitely, fear and adrenaline filling his body up. He needs help, someone has to be around to help him, right? "Don't be scared, pretty one, even if he hurts you, you won't be in pain for a long time." Felix starts to question whether Oliver really has done some research on scorpions, even he knows that getting stung by one can cause pain for several hours. If he didn't, he is literally bat shit crazy for carrying one around with him for god-knows how long.

Felix watches, his eyes wide in fear, as Oliver's fingers reach for the black, glossy animal like it's a hamster. He gives up and turns the jar upside down. As it falls right in Oliver's hand, a small gasp leaves the other man's mouth. "There we go, now let me just," with his bare hands, Oliver twists the insects head, killing it instantly. "Bye-bye Hades." For the first time in several minutes, he looks up, a pout on his lips, the dead body in his hands. Felix feels a flash of relief running through his veins, he closes his eyes for a second. "Now, onto the interesting part."

A loud crack causes Felix to tear his eyes open again. The dead, poor body of the scorpion was now in Oliver's mouth. He's eating it, raw. There isn't a single expression on his face. Not a single sign of regret. The cracking sounds of it's outer shell breaking makes Felix feel sick, he doesn't want to see this, he wants to look away. He can't, though, his eyes are glued to Oliver's sharp teeth that continue to dig into the little body.

"If you can't be what you want to be, you have to take it in your own hands. I wasn't lucky enough to be a scorpio at birth, consuming one will turn a part of me into one, though. If Hades wants my forgiveness he should beg for it, on his knees."

#saltburn #felix catton #oliver quick #saltburn fanfiction #oliver x felix #mlm fanfic #freak oliver is so yummy #oliver quick fanfic #felix catton fanfic

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fanficapologist · 7 months

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Of Dragons and Maelstroms

Themes and Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, blood, violence, explicit language, sexual violence, period-typical misogyny, sexual themes, smut, tension, marriage, jealousy, pregnancy, childbirth, miscarriage, attempted sexual assault, breastfeeding, major character death, divergent timelines

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/Game of Thrones characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Maera's heart raced as she spun around, shock washing over her as she locked eyes with Aemond, who stood casually by her bed, a sly smirk curling on his lips. In his right hand, he held the missing letter—a letter she had never intended him to see, now unsealed. He had read it. Fuck.

Her anger flared, and Maera demanded, "How long have you been there?" Her voice dripped with frustration, but Aemond's response was equally taunting. "If you knew the answer to that," he retorted, "you might have slit my throat already."

Maera huffed out a frustrated breath through her nose. Closing the distance between them, she extended her hand, her voice laced with demand as she insisted, "Give it back." Her fingers twitched, ready to snatch it from his grasp. But Aemond was quicker than she expected. He swiftly raised the letter above his head, keeping it just out of her reach. She stood on her tiptoes, making a futile attempt to grab it as Aemond let out a disapproving tut, teasing her with his control over the precious parchment.

Maera couldn't contain her growl of frustration, but she quickly composed herself, refusing to give Aemond the satisfaction of seeing her riled. She averted her gaze from the smirking prince and strode purposefully toward the hearth. On her way, she snatched up a goblet of wine that sat waiting on her dining table.

With a sarcastic tone, she addressed Aemond, saying, "Well, Prince Aemond, allow me to congratulate you on your newfound role as the Master of Coin." She beckoned him over with an exaggerated flourish of her hand, offering him a glass of fine Dornish wine.

Aemond, in his usual princely manner, stalked over to her, a low hum escaping his lips in response to her comment. He then fired back with a smirk, "And let me return the favor, Lady Maera, by congratulating you on securing the role of Princess of the Realm."

As he reached for the goblet with his left hand, Maera seized the opportunity. With a swift, unexpected movement, she reached across and snatched the letter from his other hand, the one hanging carelessly by his side. She tossed it into the roaring hearth with a triumphant smirk. Taking a seat in front of the fire, she settled into her chair with a self-assured air. Aemond mirrored her actions, sitting in the chair opposite hers. The two of them now faced each other, a burning letter fading into ash between them, a testament to their shared secrets and complicated fates.

Aemond swirled the deep red wine in his goblet, the rich liquid catching the flickering firelight, the room charged with an unspoken tension, like the calm before a storm. The Prince then broke the silence that had settled between them, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I must admit, my Lady," he began, "I'm astounded by your rather treasonous comments within your writing."

Maera, determined not to let his teasing provoke her, met his gaze evenly. She replied with a nonchalant shrug, "Well, what's one more act of treason if I was already on the brink of execution?"

Aemond took a deep draught of his wine, savoring the taste before setting the goblet down on the table next to the armchair. The flames danced in the hearth, casting warm, flickering shadows across the room. Maera's attention was momentarily drawn to the mesmerizing play of light and shadow.

Then, with a sigh, she spoke again, her voice tinged with incredulity, "I woke up this morning fully expecting to have my head removed by the executioner.” Maera brought her lips to her go leg, allowing wine to to spill down her throat before she continued. “And now, somehow, I find myself planning my wedding to a prince." She shook her head, clearly still bewildered by the surreal turn of events.

Aemond chuckled softly at her comment. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs casually, the soft leather of his boots gleaming in the firelight. Maera took the moment to observe him more closely. His silver hair, styled in his customary half-up fashion, framed a face that exuded an air of regal confidence. His clothing was once again deep black, from his doublet to his footwear, a colour Maera could not deny looked good on him.

Aemond’s smooth voice, like dark honey, broke her brief reverie as he leaned closer and stated matter-of-factly, "Make no mistake, Maera. Aegon was planning to kill you."

Maera absorbed his words with a thoughtful nod, her mind racing to comprehend the depth of the danger she had been in and the precarious path that lay ahead.

Aemond leaned back in his chair, staring thoughtfully into the flames. He met Maera's inquisitive gaze as she questioned him. “What were you doing in the tunnels?”

A ghost of a smile played on his lips, but he didn't answer her question. Instead, he picked up his goblet and took another sip, savoring the wine's rich flavor before finally responding.

"I overheard Aegon," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of intrigue, "throwing a grand tantrum in the Small Council chamber in front of Lord Larys, the Hand and the Lord Commander."

Maera's expression darkened as she listened, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "What did he say?" she asked, her voice edged with trepidation.

Aemond didn't mince words. "Aegon proposed various gruesome fates for you," he explained, his tone heavy with disdain. "He suggested having you whipped through the streets, hanged, poisoned, or locked away in the castle dungeons for the rest of your life—a bird in a cage, to be used for his pleasure."

Maera's heart sank at the brutality of Aegon's proposed punishments. She stood from her chair and walked to the nearby window, goblet in hand, watching the rain cascade down the glass. She didn't want Aemond to see how deeply this revelation had affected her, how the looming threat of such gruesome ends weighed on her mind. Despite having come to terms with her impending death, the idea of meeting such a gruesome fate was undeniably unsettling.

With her back to him, still watching the rain, she posed the question that had been gnawing at her ever since Aemond had entered her chambers. "Why then, Aemond? Why did Aegon decide not to kill me then and there?"

Aemond exhaled deeply, his voice carrying a weight as he replied to her question. "I managed to convince my idiot brother," he began, "that you still have your uses, Maera, especially with your inheritance of the Straits of Tarth." He continued, his tone steady. "The Hand advised him that executing you would only push Tarth closer to Rhaenyra's cause."

Maera absorbed Aemond's words, her thoughts racing. She then asked the question that had been lingering in her mind. "Was it you who suggested the marriage alliance?”

Aemond didn't respond immediately. Instead, he rose from his chair, placing his goblet of wine aside, and joined Maera by the window. Together, they watched the rain fall in silence.

Finally, he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of remorse. "I know this is not what you wanted, Maera," he admitted, "but it was a means to save your life. Producing an heir quickly and ruling the Straits in his name will more use to the King than your head on a pike.”

Her stomach flipped at the mention of heirs, causing her to take another sip before setting her glass down on the writing desk. Maera, trying to lighten the mood, contemplatively quipped "I suppose marrying someone I know has its merits. At least I won't be under the illusion of marrying a seemingly pleasant stranger, only to find worst qualities after the wedding, when it is too late."

Aemond responded with huff, his tone dripping with bitterness. "You must feel so fortunate to already know of all my terrible qualities before we wed," he remarked, turning to walk away from her.

Instinctively, Maera reached out and grabbed his arm, her fingers closing around his forearm to stop him. Aemond halted and turned back to face her, a hint of surprise in his eye as he looked at her hand gripping his arm. Maera quickly spoke, her voice pleading with him, "Don't be so stubborn, Aemond. You know that's not what I meant." Realizing her hand was still on his arm, she let go abruptly, withdrawing it as if burned.

A sly smirk danced across Aemond's face as he couldn't resist asking, "Did you mean what you said in the letter?" Maera clenched her jaw, her expression hardening as she stared at him with defiance. She answered firmly, "I meant every word I wrote."

Aemond nodded to himself, then took a step closer, closing the distance between them. Maera's breath quickened as he loomed nearer. His voice lowered, and he asked, "Did you truly believe that my cruel nature, as you put it, would be my downfall?"

The proximity of his voice sent shivers down Maera's spine. She reluctantly met his gaze, her eyes locking with his as his tall form seemed to envelop her. His expression remained enigmatic, making it impossible for her to discern his emotions. In response, Maera clenched the fabric of her nightgown in each fist, anchoring herself against the unexpected intensity of their conversation.

Aemond's hand gently cupped Maera's cheek, his touch sending a shiver through her. He leaned in closer, his voice a soft, seductive whisper. "Do you find me arrogant, Maera?" he asked, his words caressing her ears. "Do you truly believe you hate being toyed with by me, when deep down, you enjoy it? To be at my mercy?" Maera felt an inaudible gasp escape her lips as her hands tightened on her nightdress, defiantly staring up at his violet eye.

His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, and he leaned closer still, causing Maera to instinctively bite her lip to prevent another gasp. Aemond's voice remained hushed as he questioned, "Did you mean what you wrote about me being more suitable for the role of your King?"

Unable to maintain eye contact at the mention of the treasonous comment she wrote, Maera leaned forward, resting her head against his chest, her eyes closed. Her heart was racing, and she couldn't bear to look at him any longer. His hand moved down, gently holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilting her head so their eyes could meet again.

Aemond continued his relentless interrogation, his voice laced with desire. "How long have you lusted after me, hmm? How long have sinful thoughts about me consumed your mind?" he asked. "Did you truly wish that I had taken things further that night?"

Maera released a shaky breath, letting go of her nightgown, which had been balled up in her hand. Her fingers traced up his arm until they landed on his shoulder. She repeated the words as she had before, her voice soft but unwavering, "I meant every word I wrote."

Once the comment had passed her lips, Aemond emitted a low growl before his mouth captured hers in a burning kiss, and Maera allowed herself to melt against him, brushing her fingertips against the leather doublet on his shoulder. The hand on her chin moved to the back of her neck, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss further, causing Maera to gasp.

In that moment, something shifted within Maera. Perhaps it was the brush with death, the years of pent-up tension, or the realization that Aemond was now the one she would be bound to for life. Whatever it was, Maera decided to relinquish control, just this once. To give into her instincts and let the One-Eyed Prince guide her into the unknown.

She felt Aemond’s other hand come up her chest, beginning to loosen the laces that held the front of her nightgown together, causing Maera to moan into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in and lap at hers, moving in a passionate dance. The moan seemed to awaken something in the Prince as he went from delicately unlacing the string to tearing the nightgown clean off her, the ripped fabric landing on the floor in a heap.

Aemond broke the kiss and took a deep breath as he drank in the sight before him. Her chest was home to two large breasts, begging to be touched. The shape of them led down perfectly to a curved waist, which rolled out to wide hips. Her rounded thighs were pressed together in attempt to produce some friction, to steady herself as the Prince’s gaze trailed down her body, before coming back up to meet her eyes. His pupil was blown with lust as one hand reached out to sit on her waist, slotting perfectly into Maera’s curves. The other hand squeezed one of her large soft breasts, causing a gasp to leave her mouth at the unfamiliar touch.

Desperate to look at more of him, and even the playing field, her hands made quick work of his doublet, undoing the clasps as fast as she could. Aemond was like an addiction, and she needed more. His thumb brushed against her nipple, hardened by the cold air, as he began to nip and suck at her neck, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure.

Relief washed over her as she managed to undo the final clasp of his doublet, opening it up and pushing it down his shoulders so it fell to the floor, leaving his white tunic and trousers. Aemonds touch left her body, and as she was about to protest, he lifted his tunic over his head and discarded it, causing a lustful grin to paint across Maera’s face.

His torso was that of a Gods. Slender but toned, every muscle brought to life through years of swordsmanship and training. Little white lines of scarring decorated his broad chest and skilled arms, like constellations against the night sky.

In a bold move, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his trousers and pulled him towards her, kissing him hard and desperately, which he reciprocated with an equal amount of hunger. The fingers on his trousers moved up, feeling the contoured muscles on his stomach, which flexed beneath her touch. Her hips rolled against his and she could feel his cock straining against his breeches on her thigh, causing a rush of excitement to her core. It was clear Aemond wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Every hair on Maera’s body stood up as she continued to grind against him, hungry for the friction the movement was bringing her.

But then suddenly it stopped, he pulled back, breathless from the intense exchange. She attempted to pull him towards to her again but his head remained tilted back so she could not reach, causing Maera to furrow her eyes and pout like a child denied their treat. He chuckled at the sight of her, red-faced and sweaty, hair a tangled mess, bare breasts rising and falling quickly with the rhythm of her breathing. Aemond rested his forehead against Maera’s, causing her eyes to flutter close in defeat, rubbing her fingers up and down his torso as she begged, “Please Aemond.”

She felt his other hand running up and down her right side, stroking from her waist to her arse cheek, causing goosebumps to arise on her skin.

“So eager,” he purred, his other hand caressing her jaw, causing it to tense with frustration. “You have no idea how hard it makes my cock to see you like this. A total disregard for your own honour, wanting me to take it from you before we are even wed. What would the Gods think?”

She clenched the hand on his stomach into a fist, light jabbing him in a playful manner, pulling away from his embrace to look upon his face. His breath came in ragged gasps, a testament to the ardor of their embrace. His violet eye, lidded with the languor of desire, held a smoldering intensity and a flush, like the aftermath of a fiery encounter, tinged his features, accentuating the contours of his handsome countenance.

“You did not give a fuck about the Gods when you snuck into my room,” she challenged, her gaze burning into his. “Alas, you are right. The Gods say only my husband may claim my maidenhead.”

Aemond hummed in response and Maera felt his hand leave her side, grazing down to her stomach where a single finger dragged between her belly button and her mound of fine curly hair, causing her to gasp at the sensation. “Perhaps I could leave you with a parting gift before our wedding night?”

She looked at him questioningly before her eyes widened and mouth opened as she felt the Prince’s fingers circling her pearl. The pace was agonisingly slow but it was enough to send small waves of pleasure through her. Maera reached out with one hand to hold Aemonds bare shoulder in an attempt to steady herself, causing the Prince to grin.

“You’re no fool are you?” He murmured, as his finger dipped between her folds, Maera’s wetness beginning to coat his fingers as her eyes started to shut with ecstasy. “You’ve touched yourself here before, I know it. But how does it feel when I touch you here sweet girl? How does it feel to know your Prince, your King, makes you this wet, hmm?”

Maera’s breathing was so uneven and shaky, she was unsure if she could reply, simply letting soft moans escape her mouth, attempting to stifle her cries as Aemond began to apply harder pressure and picked up a quicker pace while rubbing at her swollen clit.

A knot started to form on her stomach, blood rushed to her face again and she glanced down with hooded eyes to see Aemonds long, skilled fingers continuing to rub against her bundle of nerves. Her nails dug into his shoulder as she could feel her release building more and more. Maera could hear Aemond’s breathing also quicken and looked up at him, his mouth agape as he watched her become undone.

He then leaned down and licked the shell of her ear before whispering,“You must be quiet, issa dāria. But I promise you, on our wedding night and every night after,” he paused, biting her ear lobe before continuing, “I will have you screaming.”

With those words, Maera was sent over the edge the knot bursting in her stomach as her climax overcame her. Her legs shook violently but Aemond managed to hold her up with his other arm has she rode out her high, her cunt clenching round nothing. The prince continued his circular motions on her clit, sending waves of aftershocks through her body, tears pouring from her eyes from pleasure.

Coming down from her high, Maera let her head hit his chest, inhaling deeply, the sweat on her face giving the illusion of an angelic glow. Aemond stroked her back as her head began to become clear again, placing a kiss on the top of her hair. Wanting to return the favour somehow, Maera’s fingers returned to his waistband as it had before and started to pull on the strings of his trousers, his cock straining against the fabric, clearly begging to be freed. The prince grabbed her wrists roughly and pulled them away, causing her to look at him with a frustrated gaze.

He smirked at her, “Do not look at me like that after my fingers just made you cum. I will not be able to control myself if we continue, issa dāria.”There it was, that word again. It was High Valyrian but she had only heard it a handful of times. What did it mean?

The prince began to gather up his tunic and doublet, redressing himself quickly. Exhausted from their intense encounter and knowing it would be futile to convince the stubborn Prince to stay, Maera reluctantly made her way to her bed, her bare form slipping under the covers. Sleep swiftly overcame her as her body succumbed to its fatigue.

Through her heavy-lidded eyes, Maera watched as the One-Eyed Prince moved one of the portraits by her bedside, revealing a hidden tunnel entrance in the wall. With a sense of intrigue and a hint of mystery, he smirked at her before slipping into the secret passage and disappearing from view. As sleep began to claim her, she couldn't help the thoughts that danced around her head about what the future held for her as the betrothed of Aemond Targaryen. The prince who had just ignited a fire within her that would be hard to quell.

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