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Man, I don't even know where to begin... I've been following Sanders Sides for about 5-6 years now, and while I was never truly active in the fandom, I would follow different creators and was in the amino (when that was a relevant thing, eugh). But, Sanders Sides used to be such a big interest of mine, and a really long hyperfix when I first got into it. But now? I just.. don't know if I even want any more content from it. Over 4 years after any main content, with very little update on the finale. I was fine for a while, guessing that Covid interrupted filming when that was in its peak, but apparently, he's still in the writing stage??
Everything that Thomas is putting out related to the Sides now just feels half assed. Hades and the new Asides episode released today was really just the nail in the coffin for me. I didn't even know MRiH was a thing until I checked his channel today.
I'm an artist and a writer. I have stories and characters that come and go. I know what burnout feels like when you've been writing the same characters for such a long time. But please, the least he could do is give the courtesy of actually updating his fans and viewers. Not something vague, an actual update, definite information. I'm just.. so tired of this.
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not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go
(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)
#today's gone Badly and i'm upset but instead of venting abt it i'm gonna channel that energy into doing a bit of tag rambling abt Boothill#well. less abt Him and more abt uh. self-analyzing my anxiety surrounding contributing to fandoms. he's just today's catalyst#like. i know it's mostly a me thing. i'm hypersensitive to criticism and very conflict avoidant + socially anxious + perfectionistic etc.#so I'm the one that keeps myself from posting more stuff out of fear of being criticized or called-out for what i've made#bc inevitably Someone's gonna see it and think its OOC or a problematic take or they'll misread my intent. etc etc what have you#but like. that's inevitable. there's no way to communicate every single thing with all of the nuance required to avoid misunderstandings#and other times it's not a misunderstanding it's just a difference of opinions and that's Fine!! there's no accounting for personal taste#there's no accounting for several things actually. taste‚ bias‚ lore-knowledge‚ differing levels of chronic-online-ness‚ etc#so this isn't me complaining abt the state of fandom culture (although i do think. sometimes. ppl take shit a bit too seriously)#but anyways all of this is mostly just anxiety-fueled. it's not like i very often actually even receive negative feedback or anything#if anything ppl tend to tell me that i'm overthinking it and killing my own fun and worried that my stuff is more OOC than it is#which like. yeah. Yeah u right :) but that's just the way that i am! always losing the idgaf war i suppose#anyways what's Boothill got to do w this ur wondering. well. i've been thinking abt the quickly emerging concept that he's illiterate.#and it just. has me feeling a lot of ways. and watching ppl disagree over it has me feeling some Bad ways. bc it's def a loaded topic!#if you'll pardon the pun there. and i don't rlly have anything new to add other than that i'm conflicted abt it.#like yeah i saw the leaks days ago. of him mentioning 'not hitting the books' much as a child when we ask him why he sends voice messages#or voice Transcriptions ig. ykwim. and like. *braces for impact* ...i liked it? like. it doesn't feel right to call it endearing#i'm not trying to infantilize him. ok that's not the right word either but ugh. you know? what i mean?? who am i kidding even i don't know#it's not quite right to say that it feels like Representation either. but it's something close i guess#as a southern person myself who didn't receive a 'complete' education due to factors that weren't to do with my intelligence#the concept of seeing him as a capable force to be reckoned with and respected who also happens to have not received much formal education#i like that. i do. but there's so many issues w it at the same time. like. as i said‚ being southern myself has me Wary of the way Hoyo is-#writing him. as well as of the way that the fandom is taking the bits of his lore and running away w them. and i'm Very aware of how ppl-#will see a southern character and be All Too Eager to agree that they're lacking intelligence based on our Redneck™ stereotype#sigh. and before we even go too far with this. it's not even confirmed that hes completely illiterate. which is a valid criticism i've seen#there's Multiple reasons that could make him prefer voice to text. but regardless. i'm just worried that ppl will misconstrue my intentions#like. example: that edit i made the other day of him saying 'no thanks i can't read'. wasn't me playing into the stereotype of-#'haha dumb country boy can't read!' it was. in my eyes. something he'd say as a joke to make light of a potential insecurity#like. i think there's far more depth to Boothill's character if ppl could look past the surface. and i dont wanna contribute to the problem#but sometimes ppl Will have stereotypical traits and i wish the same could apply to characters as long as it's done Thoughtfully.
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A TRAGEDY THAT'S BUILT ON DESTINY!
I WOULD CHANGE MOST EVERY SINGLE THING. I WOULD LET YOU KISS ME, KILL ME!
synopsis// multiple different universes, but one thing remains the same: geto loves you in each and every one of them.
pairing// suguru geto x gn!reader
word count// 5.8k
contents// different universes, angst, satisfying angst?, hurt/no comfort but also hurt/comfort at the same time, ooc geto?, character death tehe
notes// inspired by everything everywhere all at once and the song kiss me kill me by mest :3 i wrote this SOOOO long ago but u have no idea how much i adore this oneshot. like i think it might be my fav oneshot ive ever written. it is everything to me!! and i did not do the idea justice but u get the point!!
December 24th
You assume the fight is over because neither you nor Shoko have gotten any more wounded victims. The two of you glance at each other briefly but don’t bother saying anything. What could be said about a full-blown borderline war schemed by your high school best friend and lover? Nothing could possibly be said, so nothing is. The two of you stand there waiting for anything to happen, whether that’s getting called back to Jujutsu High or being brought another victim, and eventually something does happen, and Shoko gets a call. You can’t read her expression for the whole 20 seconds she’s on the phone before she passes it to you. You furrow your eyebrows in question.
“It’s Gojo,” she says blankly before attempting to hand you the phone again.
You hesitate to answer. “Hello?”
“You should get down here,” he says blankly over the phone.
“What? Why? Is everything okay?”
“Um, yeah, just—you know those back alleys by the school?”
“Uh huh?”
“Meet me there.”
“Gojo, you’re kinda scaring me-“
“Y/N, just come; you’ll thank me—I hope.”
You frown and begrudgingly agree, “Okay, fine, yeah, whatever, I'm on my way.”
“Make it quick, alright? I'm serious,” he adds quickly before hanging up.
As you give Shoko her phone back, you roll your eyes at the fact that he didn't even give you a chance to say okay before hanging up.
“What was that about?” she wonders, slipping her phone back into her pocket.
You sigh. “No idea, but he wants me to go meet up with him for some reason.”
Shoko hums curiously. “You should get going then; must be urgent.”
You nod, “Yeah.”
☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。
It doesn't take you long to get to the school given how fast you were walking since Gojo told you to hurry it up, the tense anticipation aiding in your speed. It does, however, take you a few moments to find Gojo, but once you do, you find that he's not looking at you, but he’s speaking, and it's not to you either; it's to something—or rather someone—he's blocking with his body.
“Gojo?” you ask once you finally reach him.
Gojo turns to face you, a sorrowful smile on his face, before stepping out of the way to reveal who he was speaking to and the whole reason why he called you here in the first place.
When you see Getou on the ground, your heart sinks into your stomach, and your blood runs cold. You look back at Gojo, who merely shrugs.
“You should say your goodbyes; I already did,” Gojo whispers before leaving you and Getou alone.
Getou lets out a hushed laugh. “That’s a little melodramatic of him, don’t you think?”
The hammering of your heart roaring in your ears makes it difficult to hear what he says. You stand there frozen in what you can only describe as horror as you stare down at Getou, who's missing an arm and is only growing more pale by the second from blood loss.
“Do you plan on ignoring me?” he asks softly, as though he’d understand if that really was your plan.
You blink a few times and shake your head, your tears blurring your vision. “I dont-“
Getou hums appreciatively and smiles up at you, which makes you completely break down, a sob racking through your body so violently that the only thing you can do is collapse to your knees. Getou winces as he tries to sit up straighter, as if he’s going to catch you or crawl over to you. You sniffle, your sobbing uncontrollable, as you crawl to him, and once there, you let your head fall upon his blood-stained chest. Getou immediately places his only remaining hand on the back of your head, as if holding it to his chest, and gently pats your head.
“Are you an idiot?” you snap.
“Might be.”
You sob even harder into his chest. “Why would you do this?”
Your question makes his heart race. “I wanted something better for Jujutsu society.”
You shake your head at him disapprovingly. “Why’d you have to go about it this way?”
“I don’t know Y/N," he sighs. "Does it make a difference?”
You scoff, raising your head to glare at him. “Of course it does, you idiot! You left! and had a hit placed on you! Why couldn’t you have just stayed?” You sob, letting your head fall back onto his chest. “Why couldn’t you have wanted me as much as you wanted this? Why couldn’t... Why couldn’t you have wanted me as much as I wanted you?”
“Y/N,” he coos regretfully, as if he doesn’t know what to say, which he doesn’t. He did want you, and he’d even go as far as saying he wanted a better jujutsu society for you so you wouldn’t have to live your days slaving away for the non-sorcerers. “Y/N, look at me.”
You shake your head and screw your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him. You don’t want to see your first and only love withering away right in front of you.
“Y/N, please look at me.”
“I-I can't."
“Y/N, open your eyes.”
The demandingness dripping from his voice has your head shooting up to look at him and your eyes opening wide, but as you open them, you’re not met with an actively dying Getou; you're met with a sunny and flower-filled meadow? You move to wipe your tears, but your face is dry. You blink a few times, trying to take in your new surroundings, given that a moment ago you were just in a dark alley and now you're sitting on a blanket in a field under a glowing sun.
“Y/N?” Someone speaks from beside you.
Your attention is drawn to the person. “Getou?”
He smiles at you.
“Getou, where are we?” you ask, now starting to slightly panic.
He looks at you in confusion. “We’re on our date?”
Your chest heaves up and down, and you're more confused than ever. “Huh? But- We-“
“We what?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.
“We were just behind Jujutsu High; you were missing your arm, and-"
Getou scoots in closer to you and cradles your face in his hands. The feeling of a warm, full-of-life Getou touching you brings tears to your eyes all over again.
“Woah, woah, love, calm down. What are you talking about? Jujutsu High? Me missing an arm?”
“You don’t remember?” You croak out, distraught, and slightly convinced that you’re going crazy.
“Remember what, love?” he asks softly.
You stare at him in disbelief. “The fight—you wanted a better jujutsu society, and you tried? You lost your arm! You were dying; I saw you! I was there with you! You were covered in blood and-“
Getou gently wipes your tears away. “Love, that didn’t happen. I’m here, yeah? and I have both my arms, and there was no fight for Jujutsu society? Whatever that means..."
You blink at him, dumbfounded. “What?”
“It was probably just a bad dream, Y/N.” He smiles at you reassuringly.
“You don’t know about jujutsu society?”
“Am I supposed to?”
You stare at him in awe. What’s happening? How could he not know about jujutsu society when it was the very thing he was fighting for? But then again, how could he not be missing an arm? And how could the two of you not be in a dark alleyway right now? How could any of this be happening? Maybe he’s right; maybe it really was a bad dream. A very vivid, detailed, lucid, and lifelike bad dream.
“I guess not,” you respond with a frown.
Getou wipes away your last few tears and smiles at you. “You’re okay; I’m okay. We’re okay. It was just a bad dream, love.”
“Yeah,” you say haltingly, "yeah, I guess it was..."
“Are you okay now?”
You nod as you take one of his hands off your face and into your own. “Yeah, I think so... Um, where are we, Getou?”
“On our weekly date?” He answers curiously as he removes his other hand from your face.
You look around at your surroundings curiously. “In the middle of a forest?”
“This is your favorite place, Y/N,” he says, quizically.
As you take another glance around, you hum, not necessarily agreeing or disagreeing. “I can see why; it’s beautiful here.”
He raises his free hand and grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Y/N, are you okay? How come you don't remember?”
You look into his eyes, and something doesn't feel right—as if you're not meant to be here—but you digress and shrug anyway. “I don't know...”
He frowns briefly before leaning in and giving you a quick peck on the lips, and you practically melt, having not felt his lips on yours for far too long.
“That's alright. We can still make the most of the rest of our day, right?”
You nod, and he smiles at your response, letting go of your face and hand to open his arms to you, inviting you into his embrace. You return the smile before laying yourself in his arms, trying to ignore the rising feeling that something is wrong, but you can't because the minute your head touches his chest, you're thrown into a moment, a memory, a dream? where you're back in the alley with your head on a bleeding-out Getou, and it's just for a split second, a flash in time, but it's enough to make you go stiff and your breath hitch.
Getou rubs his hand down your back soothingly. “Hey, what's wrong?”
You swallow harshly and try to concentrate on the green scenery in front of you rather than whatever you keep seeing. “Nothing, I'm fine. It's fine.”
Getou places his head on top of yours. “Are you sure?”
You nod. “I am.”
He hums disapprovingly but doesn't press the issue any further; instead, he just runs his hand up and down your spine in an attempt to calm you down, which works as you begin to relax into his embrace and regain control of your breathing.
“What do we usually do here?” you ask, breaking the silence.
He shrugs. “Usually just talk about our days, our future plans, and stuff like that.”
You hum. “Is it nice?”
“Very nice; I like spending our days together.”
“I do too,” you correct yourself, “or I'm sure I did too.”
Getou doesn't say anything; instead, he lays himself down and, since he's holding you, takes you with him. You sigh contentedly and let your eyes flutter close, the sun and his hold keeping you warm. Suddenly, even with your eyes closed, you can tell it's getting brighter outside, and you groan. You’re about to ask what's up with the sun when a shooting pain in your head causes you to wince. Your heartbeat rings in your ears, and you can feel your hands grow clammy.
You feel unstable, as if you're no longer on the ground being held, as if you're floating through time and space, and the uncertainty forces your eyes open, but you're not met with anything—no, that's not right, you're met with everything, glimpses of time that you can barely make out. One moment you see Getou at an alter, and then you see you and Getou nodding to each other in determination, and the next glimpse is of you, Getou, Gojo, and Shoko laughing about something before you’re hit with another shooting pain in your head. Screwing your eyes shut, you hiss in pain, and all too suddenly, you're back on stable ground, no longer floating, and the brightness you could see through closed eyes a moment ago is gone.
You still hesitate to open your eyes, unsure of what you'll see, but when you can just barely make out that you're not where you were before, your eyes shoot open. You're now standing in the doorway of what appears to be the room of two teen girls, and Getou is sitting at a vanity staring at you; his hair and make-up are done, and he's frowning. Despite your confusion about where you are, you can't help but burst out into a fit of laughter.
He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Oh haha, yeah, keep laughing.”
You slap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter. “What happened?”
He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away, mumbling, “Our daughters thought I would make a very good model, apparently.”
You go to laugh again, but it hits you, and you look at him like he's crazy. “Sorry, daughters?”
He returns the look. “Yes? Our kids?”
You look away, muttering to yourself, “We have kids...”
You didn't mean for him to hear it, but he does anyway and instantly stands up and makes his way toward you. He grabs your shoulders, drawing your attention to him, and when you look at him, he's staring back at you in concern.
“Y/N, are you okay?”
You want to take him seriously, but truthfully, you can't when he’s wearing bright pink lipstick and bright pink eyeshadow. He does look cute, though. You try to bite back a smile.
“I'm sorry, but I can't take you seriously when you look like that.”
Getou sighs. “I know I look amazing. Can you try to ignore my beauty for like five seconds and tell me why you’re acting like you don't remember our kids?”
You frown. What are you supposed to tell him? That you're apparently having nightmares upon nightmares about different lives with him? And now you're not sure what's real and what's not? You can't say that, so instead you shrug and merely mutter, “You do look amazing like that, though.”
His head drops to the side at the same moment that his smile fades. “Y/N.”
“I don't know.”
“You don't know?”
“Some really weird shit is going on, Getou,” you breathe out heavily.
He doesn’t say anything, instead grabbing your hand and leading you to one of your apparent kids' beds, where he sits you down.
“What’s going on?”
“I don't know, and you wouldn't know either so,” you explain vaguely in frustration.
He gives your hand a squeeze. “Maybe I would?”
You shake your head. “I don’t wanna waste time on that; I don't know how long I have here.”
“What?” he asks blankly. “What do you mean you ‘don't know how long you have here’?”
“Getou,” you whine, not wanting to think or talk about it because you wouldn't even know where to start; all you want is to learn about this new nightmare and what it holds.
He relents. “Okay, I won't ask.”
You smile at him and let a moment of silence pass before asking, “What are they like?”
“Huh?”
“Our kids—daughters.”
Getou hums. “They’re great; we raised them well.”
“They are especially great at making you a model, huh?” you snicker.
He laughs and rolls his eyes. “Oh whatever, you're just jealous they never make you model.”
You shrug. “What are their names?”
“Well, we were gonna keep the names they had when we adopted them, but they ended up not having any names at all, so we settled on Nanako and Mimiko.”
You stare at him in awe. “Did you pick the names out?”
“We both did,” he recalls fondly and vividly, as if it were just yesterday that the two of you were picking out names.
“And we are...?”
He kisses your cheek before answering, “Married—we’re married.”
You hum and raise your left hand, your gaze fixed on your ring finger. “I don't see a ring?”
He hums curiously. “You were wearing it this morning? Maybe you dropped it somewhere?”
You nod. “Yeah.. Maybe..”
Getou doesn’t say anything; he doesn’t know what to say. What could he? His partner of multiple years suddenly has some form of amnesia and can't remember that they have kids, let alone that they’re married to him. You turn to face Getou. He looks like Getou—like the Getou you know, who apparently was merely a nightmare. Besides all the makeup and stuff, he looks like Getou. He says he’s Getou, but something just feels off.
“Are you real?”
He nods. “Very real.”
You look around the room, taking in the messy vanities, the messy beds, and the drawers stuffed with clothes. “Are our kids real?”
“Extremely real.”
You study his face for any hint of uncertainty, and when you find none, you ask, “Am I real?”
He narrows his eyes at you and hums curiously. letting go of your hand only to bring both hands up to your face and start smooshing your face together, pushing and pulling at the flesh on your cheeks.
“Getou,” you mumble.
He hums approvingly and nods, letting his hands fall back to his sides. “Yep, you’re real.”
You smile at his idiotic antics but appreciate them nonetheless. And although you can touch him and feel him, and he is real, as are you and your kids, it still doesn't seem real. And then, all too suddenly, your head starts throbbing again.
“Fuck no, not again,“ you panic.
“Y/N? whats wrong-“
You can't hear what he’s saying anymore; it's like you've gone underwater and he's speaking to you from the surface. Another shooting pain in your head has your eyes screwing shut, and you know you're fucked when all you can hear is your heartbeat ringing in your ears and feel your hands grow clammy all over again. You’re back to feeling unstable, drifting between time and space once more, and just like last time, the uncertainty of the feeling forces your eyes open, and you're faced with everything again—more glimpses in time that you can barely make out.
One moment you think you see yourself back at the beginning on Getou’s cold chest, and then you see yourself and Getou covered in blood, and you're not sure if it's yours or someone else's, and the next glimpse you see is of Getou on your cold chest, like your roles had been reversed, before you’re hit with another shooting pain in your head. Screwing your eyes shut, you wince in pain, and finally you're back on solid ground again, no longer floating, and the brightness you could see through closed eyes a moment ago is gone. This time you don't hesitate to open your eyes, and you find yourself in a cemetery.
You look around curiously, trying to assess your surroundings while simultaneously trying to recover from whatever just happened. But you're starting to realize something now. All of this is real. You laying on Getou’s chest was real; having a picnic with a perfectly fine Getou in a world where curses apparently don't exist was real; having kids and marrying Getou was real; and all of those little bits of time in between each new life were real. All of it was real—is real; all of it happened—is happening; it just didn't happen to you specifically. Not this version of you, at least. You’ve realized that you’re experiencing different universes and living alternate lives of your own. You didn’t think alternate universes existed, but it's not too hard to accept when the world you live in—the world you belong to—is riddled with curses and sorcerers. You are not above believing in alternate dimensions.
Finally over your sudden epiphany, you're able to realize that you weren't immediately met with Getou like you had been the past two times you got transported into another dimension. As you put the pieces together, a grave feeling washes over you—no Getou, and you’re in a cemetery. You swallow harshly.
No, no, no.
You start running around the cemetery, inspecting each and every headstone, and praying to the universe(s) that you aren't about to find one that reads his name.
No, no, no.
You keep running, the cemetery seemingly interminable, until you run up behind someone who looks suspiciously a lot like Getou, and when you hear him murmur under his breath, you sigh heavily in relief that it is him, but why is he here? You tilt your head and try to look around him to read the gravestone.
“What the fuck?” you exclaim, stunned.
Getou spins around faster than you can even blink, and he almost chokes on his spit. “Y/N?” His chest heaves up and down as he shifts his gaze between you and the gravestone. “But-but-how-you’re-“
“Dead apparently,” you say, finishing his sentence as you stare at the gravestone that reads, "HERE LIES L/N Y/N."
He stares at you, completely bewildered, and you can see him trembling. “How—how are you here?”
Will something bad happen if you tell him this isn't your universe and there are actually multiple universes out there? Who knows, but you’re about to find out.
“I'm not, well, I'm not supposed to be.”
He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “I'm just hallucinating; you’re not real.”
His reply breaks your heart. “I am real.”
“You’re not.”
You step forward, taking his hand in yours. “I am.”
He finally opens his eyes back up, and he stares at you through tears, completely amazed that you're here, that you're actually touching him, and that you're actually alive and real.
“I don't—I dont understand—you're dead!” He stammers, yanking his hand from yours, and as he breaks out into full-on sobs at this point, he’s reminding you an awful lot of yourself in your own world.
You nod slowly. “In this universe, it seems so... how?”
“What?” he stutters. “This universe?”
You ignore his question. “How did I die, Getou?”
He shakes his head sternly. “No, I'm not saying anything until you explain what you meant. What if you’re a curse? What if I cursed you, holy fuck? Fuck!”
“Okay, curses still exist in this universe; good to know,” you acknowledge with a nod.
Getou snaps, “What are you talking about!?”
You flinch, which only makes him sob harder.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap—I'm just so fucking confused; you're supposed to be dead,” he bawls as he falls to his knees.
You take another step closer and kneel down, drawing him into your embrace and letting him sob into your chest for as long as he needs, ignoring the horrible feeling of deja vu crawling all over you like worms.
“Shh, you're okay,” you whisper, soothingly brushing your fingers through his hair.
He finally starts to calm down after a few more minutes of whispering sweet nothings to him, and once he’s no longer sobbing, he pulls away.
“Answer my question, and I'll answer yours,” he says through sniffles.
You nod.
“What were you talking about, universes? How are you here, Y/N? You’re dead—or you’re supposed to be...”
“Do you believe in alternate or multiple universes?”
He shrugs and wipes away any remaining tears. “I don't know; I never really thought about it.”
You hum and nod. “Right, so, uh, they exist! There are a lot of universes out there, actually." You let out an uneasy laugh.
He stares at you curiously.
“Obviously, I'm not from this universe.”
He continues staring at you.
“Oh, cmon, curses exist, but you draw the line at alternate dimensions?”
Getou frowns and says, “I guess you’re right... So you’re from a ‘different dimension’?”
You point a finger at him, narrowing your eyes. “Don't air-quote me like you don't believe me; how else would I be here right now if I were supposedly dead?”
“I don't know; that's what I'm trying to figure out!” he exclaims, gesticulating wildly.
“Can you just humor me and hear me out?”
He takes a deep breath before ultimately agreeing, “Okay, fine.”
You clasp your hands together. “Okay, um, in my universe, you’re dead.”
“What?!”
You shake your hands and your head. “Ok, no wait! You’re not dead yet, but, uh, you were like on the verge of death when I got put into another universe.”
He looks at you in disbelief. “And you just left me?!”
“It wasn't on purpose! Why would I want to leave you when you’re dying? I don't know how I ended up here! or in the last two other universes!”
He stops you and asks, "Okay, okay, wait—how am I dying?”
You look away awkwardly. “You wanted to change jujutsu society in… a not-so-friendly way... And, um, you were willing to die for your cause.”
“I'm dying the same way you did?”
You return your attention to him. “What?”
Getou nods. “Yeah.”
You shake your head. “What do you mean you're dying the same way I did?”
“In this universe, you’re the one who wanted to change jujutsu society in a... not-so-friendly way,” he explains sheepishly.
“Holy shit,” you mutter to yourself.
He nods again. “So, in yours, our roles are reversed.”
“And I'm dead already? I didn't even last as long as you?”
“Well, yeah, I guess," he shrugs, "but it worked; there hasn't been a curse, at least not a special-grade one, since you died." His eyes gleam as he looks up at you. “Did I succeed?”
You bite the inside of your cheek anxiously and shake your head.
“I'm dying for nothing, then?”
You look away and mumble, “My Getou is okay with it; he knew he might fail—he knew Gojo was the only one who could probably change anything—but he still wanted to try.”
“Okay, well, this—” he gestures to himself, “Getou isn't okay with it.”
You roll your eyes. “Yes, well, you’re also still alive, so it doesn't really affect you that much, now does it?”
“Still! You just told me one version of myself is dead—or dying—and I'm supposed to be chill with that?”
You stare at him blankly. “Your version of me is dead.”
Getou grows quiet, and you can almost physically see how his demeanor wilts away.
“Sorry.”
“It's fine,” he says, shaking his head. “You said you were in two other universes before this one, right?”
You nod.
“What were they like?”
You smile as you think back on the previous universes: “We were both alive and happy, and we were together in them.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah... and curses didn't exist either.”
“Huh,” he says ambivalently, like he's not sure whether to be happy for his other selves or be bitter that that isn't him. “Tell me more?”
“In the first one, we were actually on a date in some forest that I apparently loved.”
He stares at you wide-eyed, completely engrossed in your retellings.
“In the second one, we were married.”
A smile tugs at his lips. “Really?”
You nod. “We even adopted two daughters.”
“What were they like?” he wonders, enamored by some alternate universe of you two.
“I'm not sure; I didn't get to meet them,” you confess meekly. “But I know their names were Nanako and Mimiko, and they loved doing your hair and makeup. You adored them, and I'm sure I adored them too.”
He nods wistfully. “In your universe, were... were we together?”
“For a bit.” You look away sadly. “We broke up when you, uh, went off and wanted to-“
“Change jujutsu society,” he chimes in.
“Yeah... How'd you-“
“Same thing here, just roles reversed, remember?” He laughs sadly.
You nod. “Did you still love me? even after I'd gone off and did what I did?”
“I did. I do,” he quickly corrects himself. “Did you?”
“I still do.”
The two of you sit looking away from each other in glum silence. It's hard to stay upbeat about your happy alternate selves when your actual selves are currently dying or dead.
“Kinda feels like we got the short end of the stick, don't you think?” Getou mumbles softly.
“Huh?”
“Well, I mean, there are no curses in those universes, and we’re both alive and happy, but in ours we’re dead?” he elaborates.
You nod reluctantly. “Well yeah, but I don't know; I guess it's kinda nice to know that it worked out in at least one universe.”
“Don't you wish it worked out in ours?”
“Of course I do, Getou; what kind of question is that?" you scoff. "You think I want to go back to my universe just to watch you die?”
“Well,” Getou pauses, turning to face you, “what if you don't go back?”
Your gaze zeroes in on his. “What?”
“What if you stay?…”
You abruptly stand up and chuckle uncomfortably. “Getou-“ your sentence is cut short by an echo of your name that only you seem to hear because you're the only one gazing in the general direction it seemed like it came from.
Getou joins you on your feet and follows your stare, but when he realizes you aren't staring at anything, he returns his sight to you.
“Think about it.”
His voice snaps you out of your trance, and you look back at him with a small frown.
“I'm practically dead in your universe, and you're dead in mine, but we’re together right now!" he says, taking your hand in his. "Maybe the universe put you into mine for a reason— so we don't have to go back to one where we’re not together…”
You struggle to swallow; your mouth suddenly goes dry as Getou stares at you in full, unadulterated hope, and you can't bring yourself to say anything to crush that.
“Y/N, wouldn't that be nice?”
You nod and murmur, “It would.”
“Then?” he asks expectantly.
Someone calling out your name echoes in your head again, and you quickly look down the street to now see a small, bright light in the distance, and you know your time here is soon coming to an end.
“I... I can't stay, Getou.”
His voice cracks as he panickedly asks, “Why?”
"Because,” you explain with a shake of your head, “I'm not your Y/N, and you're not my Getou.”
“I could be,” he says confidently, or he would have if it weren't for the way his voice trembled.
Your vision goes blurry from the tears welling up in your eyes as you shake your head.
“We could try!”
You sniffle and reiterate, “I can't stay.”
“Please,” he begs through his sobs. “Please, we can make it work.”
You look away from him, trying to fight back your tears, but it's futile; you’re a complete mess, just like he is now. “No.”
His hands shake as he grips your face and forces you to look at him. “Y/N, please, I'm begging you.”
“I cant.”
“Don't leave me again.”
The same voice calling out your name echoes in your head again, this time louder, and the bright light is getting bigger and closer.
“I don't want to go back to a universe where you’re just gonna leave me either, but,” you sob, weakly clinging onto the wrists of his hands that are still on your face.
“So stay.”
You shake your head and take his hands off your face. “I won't.”
Getou’s head goes limp and drops as sobs shake his entire body, and you can't help but think that's exactly how you'll look when you return to your universe and have to deal with the death of your Getou.
“Please,” he pleads.
You're both in tears as you lift his head up by his chin to look at you. The voice calling your name echoes even louder, and the bright light is getting closer by the second.
“You’re not my Getou, and I'm not your Y/N.”
He nods reluctantly. “I know, but...“
The bright light is only a few feet away at this point, and the voice echoing in your head is so loud that it's giving you a migraine—you know this is your last few minutes, if that, in this universe, so you lean in and take Getou’s lips into yours—a goodbye kiss for a Getou who you'll never see again, a goodbye kiss for a Getou who desperately needs one when he never got one from his y/n. You pull away and cradle his cheek gently.
“I have to go say goodbye to my Getou now; I think he’s waiting for me.”
He nods. “If he’s anything like me, he’ll want a goodbye kiss too.”
A faint smile tugs at your lips. “I know.”
Getou doesn't get the chance to respond when you're suddenly gone—completely vanished right before his eyes.
You, on the other hand, are back again, feeling unstable as you float through time and space, and again, the uncertainity of the feeling forces your eyes open, but this time you're met with only one thing—the image of you on your Getou’s chest. With every passing second, it grows closer, as does his voice calling out for you, and before you know it, you're back in your body, looking up at him with a gasp.
“Y/N?” he asks weakly.
You're still in tears from the previous universe as you now pull him into your embrace.
He winces, and you quickly let go of him. “Sorry.”
He smiles at you with blood in his mouth and teeth. “It's okay.”
You have to force yourself to look away to try and choke back a sob, but Getou notices immediately and slowly lifts up his remaining hand to cradle your cheek.
“It’s okay, Y/N.”
You nod. “I know.”
“You’ll be okay.”
“I know,” you croak out.
“Kiss me?” He asks out of breath, knowing he doesn't have much longer.
You don't hesitate to lean in and kiss him, ignoring how it tastes like blood and tears as well as how cold his lips feel. You ignore it because he's kissing you back. He’s kissing you with all the power his frail body can muster, and it makes up for all the years, months, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds that your lips haven’t touched. But just as quickly as he kisses you, he stops, but it's gradual; he gradually stops kissing, moving, and breathing. It doesn't take long for it to get to that point, and even when he's not kissing back, you still kiss him with some fairy-tale hope that it will bring him back, that your kiss will somehow save him, like he's Snow White and you're Prince Charming. But it doesn't.
It doesnt.
You pull away to look at Getou, whose eyes are glazed over but not closed. You sob as you reach up to close his eyes, only to let your head fall against his chest. He’s so cold. Too cold. That's why you have to stay there on top of him to keep him warm. You'll stay there all night if you have to. But you don't even get the chance to stay there for longer than a few minutes when someone suddenly pulls you off of him, and you look over your shoulder to see Gojo, who's crying as well.
“He’s gone, Y/N.”
"I know," you sniffle, “I know.”
Gojo helps you up to your feet, his hand on your waist to keep you steady as he leads you away from Getou’s body. The further you get from it, the harder you cry.
But it's okay. It’ll be okay because, even though you lost Getou in this universe, you’ll eventually be able to come to peace with it knowing that in a hundred, a thousand, and even a million other universes, you and Getou are living happily ever after.
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Bat Wives Wine Night - 2
AZRIEL X READER (SMUT)
Thank you for all the feedback, hearing how much you guys liked it means so much to me. This part is very steamy so please enjoy. I kept this as reader’s POV because I’m so swamped with work right now I dont have time to switch POVs. My request is open so if you want me to write something for you, I’d be more than happy. I’m still figuring how I’m gonna start writing more so bear with me. I hope you guys like it!
WARNINGS: Alch use, P in V, oral sex, semi public sex, fingering, BDSM vibes/dynamic, sex under the influence but consensual, established relationship and boundaries.
Shit. We were finally caught. It looked kind of absurd, six people standing in a semi circle completely still with raunchy, erotic music booming hard in the background. I feel a talon poking at my shields and I at first thought it was Rhys ready to tell me off and get my ass out of here but instead it was darling Feyre.
“Bathroom.”
Didn’t have to tell me twice. I go to move but the shadow firmly wraps around each of our legs, cementing us to the floor. I narrowed my eyes at Azriel and the shadows, soothing shadows wrap around my arms like an apology.
“I gotta piss!” I scream out, not only did I actually have to piss but I needed an excuse to go somewhere quiet and try to sober up to explain to my mate why I was getting wasted without telling him where I was. Cass grins and starts cackling, the first bat boy to break. He goes over to Nesta immediately finding his place within her arms, lips already on her neck. She struggles to contain a moan, by now Az relents his shadows.
He walks towards me with an amused expression, “That was quite a show up there.” He said, gesturing to the stunt I pulled on the table. He wrapped his arms around me while I hid in his shoulder. I’m blushing furiously by now.
“I can explain, just let me sober up a bit in the bathroom first.” I go to grab Nesta, seeing her making out with Cass, peeling them off each other. I make my way to Feyre giggling in Rhys neck. Once I gather both girls we stumble into the surprisingly empty bathroom and just sit. Not the cleanest surface but honestly we just need a minute to process. I take the time to actually pee, moving back to the floor once I get done washing my hands (A/N PLEASE WASH YOUR HANDS).
“I’m a little relieved but a little sad we got caught.” Feyre says, resting the back of her head against a stall, Nesta leaning hers on the sink to my right. I give a nod but smile looking at them both. The shit we got up to has been great and I think we accomplished what we needed these past years. Drunk me is nostalgic so I open my mouth to reminisce on a night out a few months back.
“Remember one night we snuck out to Day Court to party with Helion?” We can’t help but laugh. Nesta adds, “Of course I do, he made us lift him up during a keg stand. His thighs were huge, felt like I was holding a beef cake.” I cackle at the memory of helping a High Lord do something so absurd.
“My favorite is when Y/N tried to dance battle a sentry, never knew you could do the splits.” Feyre gasping at the end of her sentence, not being able to hold in her laughter.
Nesta’s eyes brightened and she stood up. She pulled Feyre and I to our feet and said, “The fun has just begun now, let’s get out of here. Leave the boys to ponder.” I started giggling, the alcohol making me ten times more likely to agree to anything.
“Where would we go?” I ask, everything is closed and we can’t just bar hop the boys will eventually find us AGAIN.
“LET'S GO SEE AMREN!” Feyre squeals, she winnows us out before we can even agree. We pop up right in front of Amren’s apartment door. We knocked probably more than we should have. Amren’s pale but beautiful face is revealed.
“What do you want?” Straight to the point like she always is. We all smile brightly at her very unamused face.
“The boys caught us drinking so we ditched them to come see you.” I let out while giving my biggest puppy dog eyes that work on Azriel, not so much on Amren. She reluctantly opens up to let us through, not willing to close the door on her High Lady, being sisters with Feyre has its perks. We tumble in, getting comfortable in her living room.
“You can’t stay long, Varian comes over in an hour or two.” Amren says walking back to her room to clean up a bit. I just now notice she’s in her nice silk robe, with probably nothing underneath. The faelights are turned to a dark red, casting the apartment in a sensual vibe. They be fucking.
I then feel Azriel calling for me through the bond. I send back a reassuring push, to let him know I’m fine.
“Where are you?” his words echoing through me. I feel slightly bad so I answer back, “I’m at a friend's house, I’m fine.” I can feel him get annoyed and ask where I am. I just send another push of love and reassurance and ignore his calls. Will I regret it by the morning? Yes. I can already feel the spanks coming my way when he finds me. I’ve broken so many of his “rules”. They call it “funishment” for a reason.
Amren hands us each a glass of water and some bread to sober up.
“So, what the fuck are you guys doing here?” Amren asks, settling onto an armchair. We go into detail about our secret Wine Nights. The only sign of amusement from the short, scary woman was a smirk. “Well, you sure do give them a run for their money, girl.”
We spend the hour sipping on our water and gossiping with Amren, enjoying the chill of the night. “Sorry to burst your bubble, girl but your mate is asking if you’re here and I don’t plan on lying to my High Lord.” We all groan, not wanting to move from our spot.
“Plus Varian will be here any second and I do not care if you are here to see us fucking.” Amren lets out in a breathy laugh. That scrambles us to our feet fast. Not before snagging a bottle of Amren’s nice wine. We all leave to walk the streets until we get to almost the back of Velaris. Walking along the Sidra until it’s just docks and water. I feel a talon on my shields and judging from the looks on my friends faces I can tell Rhys is reaching out to all of us.
“You went to Amren’s? Are you guys serious right now? Tell me where you are, NOW.” Rhys almost shouts into our minds. I can tell Feyre relents and lets him know we’re towards the end of the city. Knowing the boys will be here any minute we admire the water. We’re all leaning on the rail and each other. Taking turns sipping on the red wine.
“I wanna swiiiiimmmmm” Feyre whines, she’s already taking off her shoes and I agree and go to start stripping. Nesta grabs my arm with a warning looking around to make sure nobody saw her sisters butt ass naked.
“We shouldn’t, what if someone sees us!” Nesta tries to whisper but it comes out more like a loud shout. I clamp my hand on her mouth, less gracefully than I liked.
“Shhhh! Come in, we will be fine, the water sounds soooo nice.” I say, going to take off my pants. We all strip down to our underwear, Fey and I wanted to be naked but we stayed in our panties and bra to appease Nesta’s worry. Of course my High Lady jumped in first, a loud splash echoed throughout the empty courtyard. I glance back to Nesta, I wink at her before cannonballing my way into the water. I return to the surface, smiling at Feyre. I wave Nesta into the water, and a third splash echoed. We all enjoy floating on our backs, looking up into the stars littering the sky.
*WHOOSH*
The distinct sound of flapping of wings. I hear three pairs of shoes touch down the wooden pier. I can feel the bond flow with relief that quickly follows by irritation from my mate. Seems like he didn’t appreciate having to track across Velaris to find me, drunk and floating in the back part of the Sidra.
“What the hell are you guys doing? Get out of there now, please!” Rhy’s silky voice reaches our ears. “We’ve been looking for you for hours!” Cass yells out. We finally sat up right in the water, taking a look at our exhausted mates.
“Well you found us!” I shout back. “Come in and join us, look at the stars, just chill for a minute.” I say more quietly which pisses my mate off even more.
“Get your ass out of the water before I drag you out of there.” Azriel’s voice never going above a shout, but his words are filled with tension nonetheless.
“Scared, boys? C’mon Cass, come join me.” Nesta almost purrs to her mate, throwing her soaking bra at his feet. She swims farther away to her right towards a small cluster of rocks. Well, there goes Nesta’s modesty. Looking around to see three clusters of rock, far away enough from us to have privacy but close enough to know what Nesta was thinking. I’m getting fucked in the river tonight.
Cassian looks at his brothers and takes off his shirt, Feyre and I start hooting at him to encourage our mates.
“Tits out, balls out, brothers.” Cass says as he drops his pants splashing in, swimming towards Nes. That man would follow her anywhere.
Azriel looks at me, waiting for me to swim to him. Honestly, I submit to him most of the time. Our dynamic naturally fell into that role. And as much as I love being Az’s good girl, being bad is much more fun. Rhys strips down, jumping and leading a giggling Feyre to a cluster of rocks towards my left. Leaving the middle and the farthest rocks to me, I swim back keeping eye contact with my mate. Every step further away from him, I feel the pulse of the bond pound harder in my chest, daring me to make my next move. I slide the straps of my bra down, his eyes never leaving mine. I take it off, letting my nipples perk up under the water, raising my chest a bit to throw it at him and maybe to tease him.
One thing about Azriel is he doesn't like to share and he doesn't like people seeing what’s his. Although his brothers are very much preoccupied with their own mates, I know he’s boiling with jealousy. He speaks through the bond, “Don’t make me come in there, I won’t play nice.”
I squeeze my thighs under the water and send a rush of arousal through the bond.
“I don't want nice.” I say back, out loud. His wings perk up in challenge before he starts stripping down, his tattoos showing against his beautiful tan skin. I hear him mutter under his breath, “I’m going to regret this.” He slowly sinks in, taking his god damn precious time while my friends are getting some sort of fucked on the the two sides of me. I can’t hear them but can see the tops of their heads from my distance. I hear enough water splashing to know they aren’t innocently playing in the water.
He just about reaches me when I jump back laughing loudly. I wasn’t done with this game yet, Azriel and I love the build up almost more than the actual sex. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he loves when I’ve been bad. He loves having an excuse to spank me red, to deny or give my pleasure. He firmly but gently grabs my wrist holding me to his chest and pushes us behind the rocks, ensuring no one can see us. He releases his shadows cocooning our sounds.
Az leans down his lips touching the shell of my ear, “You’ve been a bad girl, bunny. Not answering me when I called. Running to Amren’s of all places. Just know when I’m done with you here, I won’t be holding back at home.” He kisses my cheek, a sweet gesture as if his words didn’t promise me a world of pain and dizzying pleasure. His hand that practically dwarfs my body, gently feels up my side. When he reaches my throat his grip tightens pulling my chest flush to his, his lips crashing down on mine. His tongue dominates my mouth, my nipples rubbing against his skin in the most delicious way. This kiss wasn't nice, it was all consuming. It was claiming. My hands run through his hair, pulling him closer to me. I let out a moan as he tongues the hollow of my throat, sinking his teeth on my sweet spot behind my ear. He gives my inner thigh a spank, I yelp out in surprise as he chuckles. I’m already soaked, arousal flooding my senses. My craving for him can only be soothed with him deep inside me. My hand finds his godly cock, stroking him gently, “I want you, please.”
“Already begging for it and I’ve barely touched you, bunny.” he grunts out, I twist my hands around the head of his cock as he hisses from the sensation. He grabs my hand, twisting my body around while holding both hands behind my back.
“I’m doing the touching tonight. You had me worried baby, you know I don’t like being denied. Especially from you.” He presses open mouthed kisses along my spine, I can barely breathe by the time his mouth meets the flesh of my ass, he bites down. Hard. Likely leaving an imprint of his teeth, Illyrians are such territorial babies. He rips my underwear off, tearing it nearly in two.
I feel the rock against my cheek, the cold surface cooling my overheated body. Without warning, Az’s tongue sweeps through my arousal. He approves in a grunt, going right back into feast on me. I moan loudly, knowing the shadows are muffling my sounds. I just now notice his shadows are holding my arms together while Az grabs handfuls of my ass. Water drips down my back into his hair, making all of this so erotic. He switches between pulling my clit gently between his lips to full on lapping at it. He pushes his large finger into me making me push back against his face, he pushes me further into the rocks as he stands, still fucking me with his hand. He grabs a fistful of my hair, his lips on my ear. “Enjoy this, bunny because you won’t be cumming for the rest of the night.” His breath hot against my skin, he added two more fingers stretching me wide to take him later. At this point, I’m moaning shamelessly.
“Oh, yes. Fuck yes. Azriel.” I moan out his name, knowing just how riled up my mate gets hearing his name from my lips. He fucks me harder with his fingers, applying the smallest amount of pressure around my throat. His hard chest, flush against my back. It’s weirdly intimate for being in the gods damn river. I can feel the knot building in my stomach, I clench around his fingers and before I can cum he rips his hand away from my sex. I whine in protest.
“You’re soaking, bunny.” He says rubbing his almost painfully hard cock between my ass cheeks. He strokes his cock with the hand he pleasured me with, getting ready to absolutely rearrange my guts. I push my hips back, grinding on any part of him I can. “I don't think you want it enough though, you’re gonna have to beg for it. Say you’re sorry, bunny. Tell me how much you want it.” He purrs into my ear. I look over my shoulder, not caring how pathetic I look right now. Bent over a rock with my hands behind my back, whining for him.
“Please fuck me, Az. I’m sorry, I really am. Just please fuck me, I need you mate.” I knew pulling the mate card would get Azriel inside me quicker than lightning. And I was right, I could feel the head of his perfect cock push inside me. I moan at the feeling of the first stretch, no matter how many years have passed, I’ll never be tired of this feeling. Az lets out a small moan as he fully sheaths himself inside me. He rests his forehead on the top of my back and lets out another moan as I shift to get used to his size. “Fuuck” he whispers in pleasure. He’s never been one to make a lot of noise at all, so hearing any sound of pleasure from him made everything much more rewarding. He rises again, using one hand to hold my hands, the other around my hip. Promising a bruise the next day.
“You ready, bunny?” he asks me, the loving side of Azriel returning for a moment. He kisses my cheek sweetly as I nod, weakly, “Pleeeease…” I moan out. He chuckles as he pulls himself almost all the way out before thrusting hard. I moaned loudly this time. He chooses a harsh pace, barely giving me time to breathe before the next thrust. The water splashes around us, that sound mixed with Azriel’s grunting and hearing just how wet I am every time he thrusts in makes me feel almost embarrassed, almost. If it wasn't for how amazing I felt. I could feel the bond thrumming with lust. I was moaning out Azriel’s name when he slowed down just a bit, enough to slow down my orgasm that so badly wanted to burst.
“You look so good, bunny. You feel fucking amazing, this pretty little cunt was made for me.” He made a point to slowly grind into me, letting me hear the mess he was making at the apex of my thighs. The squelching sound made me blush. “Tell me how good you feel, bunny.” Az requested, then immediately returned to his harsh pace making my words sound jumbled and frantic.
“F-fuuck, I-I feel so good, yo-you make me feel good. Keep fucking me, pl-please.” I moan out, I have enough strength to meet his hips snapping into mine, Az lets out a deep groan. He snakes his hand to my clit, giving it the attention I very much desired. I start yelling out his name at the added stimulation. At this point we let our desire control us, fucking into each other like it was the last time we have the chance to. The tension builds in my stomach and I start clenching down on his cock, Az lets out another deep groan.
“Yeah, bunny. Come all over my cock, fuck me til you’re hoarse.” He grits through his teeth. I scream out his name like a prayer as my orgasm tears through me, he can feel me cumming around him. I can feel his stomach tightening on my back, he ruts into me moaning my name as he cums inside me. Feeling his hot seed against my walls makes me want to cum again so I moan and push against him selfishly wanting more of him. I always want more. His shadows release my arms and Az turns me around in the water, surprisingly still keeping himself inside me. I wrap my arms around his shoulder, breathing in his scent. I place gentle kisses along his neck while he slows his breathing against my shoulder. He looks up at me after a moment and kisses me fully. His smooth lips taking place on mine, the kind of kiss that makes you dizzy and wanting more. I can't tell you how long we stayed in that position, lazily making out and enjoying each other.
“HEY YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN HERE AFTER DARK!” I hear a distant shout, pulling my face off Az’s I scoot closer to him trying to hide my naked body. He slowly pulls out of me chuckling.
“I thought you were feeling brave tonight, bunny.” He presses a soft kiss to my forehead. I blush, hiding my face in his neck, biting down gently on him for teasing me. He gives me a small spank in return.
“GET OUT OF THERE NOW!” The sentry yells out to us. I hear Rhys speak up, pushing his body enough to where the guard can see his face.
“Hey Felix, uhh look I’ll give you a bonus if you turn around and forget this happened.” The sentry’s eyes widen when he realizes he caught the most important people in his court skinny dipping. I can hear Feyre’s giggle as she peeks her head up. Rhys slowly pushes her down, again proving how possessive our Illyrian babies are.
“Yes, my Lord. Good night.” He’s gone before I can even look up again. We all burst out laughing, the absurdity of this night all hitting us. We should get out of here before we traumatize another sentry. I cling onto Azriel as he waddles us through the water towards our clothes. We’re the first to get dressed, Az shielding my body with his wing. When the others start climbing out and dressing Az wraps me in his arms whispering in my ear, “I hope you had fun, my love. Your punishment starts when we get home.” I bite my lip, staring up at him. I hum in agreement, “I can’t wait.” I wink at him, giving him a soft kiss. He returns the kiss with his own, biting my bottom lip.
“Alright, brother. Wait til you get home, I’m too tired to witness this.” Rhy says, gesturing for us ladies to walk ahead first. Probably scared we’re gonna run off again. Once we get out into the empty street, the boys grab us and haul ass into the sky. I can’t blame them, we sorta made them chase around Velaris for like three hours. I scream as Az does intricate tricks, once we land at the River House I stumble inside, not used to gravity yet. I am completely sober though so that’s a plus.
“Go grab your things, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting in here.” Az says to me passing by to sit on a chair. I rush to grab my bag and meet him back in the sitting room.
I hear Cass grumble, “I’m getting too old for this shit.” Rubbing Nes’s thighs as she sits on his lap. Love bites litter Cass’s neck. Rhys nods along, holding Feyre’s hand, he looks as if he could fall asleep right there on the couch. Us girls look at each other in annoyance. I speak up, my hand running through Az’s hair, “We keep you young and y’all know it.” He just smirks up at me, pulling himself to stand. Azriel has got plans and he’s trying to get me alone as soon as possible.
“Alright, ladies. Next month, same time?” Feyre says, the boys' protests falling on deaf ears.
“Maybe we should discuss next month, darling. Before you give me a heart attack.” Rhy says, kissing her hand. Azriel drags me outside, not bothering for goodbyes. I can feel his impatience through the bond. Insteading of flying, he winnows us home. Leading me through our house and to our room. I go to take off my damp clothes, his helpful hands tugging the material down.
“Lay on the bed, bunny.” Az commands. A part of me didn’t take his threats earlier seriously but he watches me walk to our bed and lay down. His eyes darken. He looks pointedly at my hands, I lift my arms up letting his shadows twine though, holding me down. The shadows doing the same to ankles and thighs spread me apart. I'm embarrassingly wet again.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl. I’m gonna have to teach you my rules again.” he takes his time undressing, letting the wetness gather between my legs. He kisses my ankles, all the way up to the tops of my thighs. I whimpered as he purposely avoids the area I want him most.
I whimper out a please, begging for him.
“You know you’ve been bad, bunny?”
“Yes, sir.” I moan as he liked my inner thigh.
“You won’t go out without letting me know?”
“Yes, sir.” Another lick on the other side.
“You’ll answer back when I call out to you?”
“Yes, sir.” I moan again as he brushes his lips against my clit, barely touching me.
I look down at him, seeing his eyes light up with hunger. He licks his lips, looking at me.
“Good, then let's begin.”
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i think that on here we've kinda talked a lot about how the traditional "coming out" narrative presented in popculture is flawed in reality. because it always presents this idea that you have to tell everyone who you Really are, that youre Hiding parts of yourself, that you can never be You until you bare your Secrets to the world. and that actually this isnt because people feel entitled to your personal business but that its hurting YOU when they dont know your personal business so you should really just tell them. (but also dont be "too" proud because thats annoying :( act mostly cishet please but dont lie about it! hehe!) it will work out every time for sure :)
but ofc thats not how real life works. i mean, naturally i understand that there are OF COURSE people out there who want to be loud and proud about who they are, and that this is incredibly important to their identity which theyve suppressed for so long. but that "coming out" narrative is harmful because it ignores many of the reasons it had to be suppressed to begin with. its fucking dangerous! its dangerous to a lot of people for a lot of reasons. they can lose their support system, family, job, house, and their entire life. both in the sense that they'll be completely uprooted from it, and in the sense that they could be killed. so constantly presenting the notion of "coming out is good for you no matter what because its the Only way to be your Real Authentic Self and also you HAVE to do it eventually because thats how this narrative is just Meant to go. be a good little queer and please dont stray from this path."
and the problem is that plenty of young LGBT+ people completely internalize it too! ive had so many convos with young people worried about coming out to their conservative family because, well, theyre supposed to! and their minds are completely blown when i tell them that actually they dont have to do that. that theyre under no obligation to tell everyone their business and its okay to just keep being them w/o making an announcement about it. ESPECIALLY IF IT PUTS THEM IN DANGER!!!! and to be clear this issue doesnt stop at age 18 or at moving out or anything like that either, there continue to be many obstacles for many people that make coming out unsafe, or just a bad life decision to uproot everything Right Now. it's okay to just be in the closet and it isn't a moral failing like cishet media wants to convince us. we all agree, right?
good! but here's what my actual real point is:
when we talk about this, for some reason, we seem to only reaaaallly be talking about the gay side of it, right? like im sure lots of people imagined, like, teenage gay boy movies. maybe a couple lesbian and bi characters too perhaps. and that makes sense because thats like the most common narrative for this sort of trope, so ofc those are the first examples we imagine. and ofc theres the more complex addition of "passing" when it comes to trans versions of this story, the idea that you gotta look a certain way to be "valid" adds another layer.
so i think its time more people started to acknowledge this about trans people too, right? i think we can all agree with this on paper already; no trans person is obligated to come out or present a certain way if theyre not in a place where they currently are able to do so. physically, mentally, financially... or just because they dont wanna! whatever the circumstances are, there is no criteria they have to meet to be vindicated in this. it doesnt only apply to 14 year olds living with shitty parents who plan to move out soon and become "Really Trans" (as if they didnt count before conforming to The Narrative), the person could be 40 and never planning to be completely out, and its the same. they dont owe you this "showing the world who you Really are in order to
[earn the right to] Be Yourself" crap. thats their choice only.
however, i also think that even if most ppl on here in lgbt circles on here agree with the general sentiment... sometimes it doesnt always get applied it practice. though the whole "truscum" thing kinda died down (thank god) i still think that rampant transmedicalism has left its scars on lots of people and the things they internalize, combined with similar cisheteronormative messages in popular media about how your narrative Should go and how you Should act and look to be respected, and its Morally Wrong not to fit that mold.
so when encountered with people who dont pass, who dont TRY to pass and instead actively choose to look like their agab due to the fact that they are literally in the closet irl (lest we forget people have whole entire complex lives outside of the net) this sort of short circuit happens in ppls heads, where that internalized idea of "but you're supposed to be THIS WAY! youre not doing it RIGHT!" pops back up and they end up labeling that person as fake or Not Trans Enough for this reason.
and i do also think part of this stems from people not having enough sympathy for those whose paths are different, because they were told not to. theres a Right way, and they did it the right way. and likely they struggled for it a lot, so isnt it unfair that people are doing it the Easy Way (as if its easy to be closeted to begin with) and claiming theyre like you? thats Wrong. they have to Earn it. you lgbts should all get mad at EACH OTHER actually! this will help your community be better [in the eyes of cishetero society that doesnt really want you to exist to begin with]
additionally the reason im emphasizing the internet side of this so much is because... well, in this day and age, thats the space lots of people go to to NOT be in the closet. to at least microdose on being "out" while in real life they very much arent. like i said before, being in the closet is rough and taxing, suppressing yourself hurts which is why so many people wanna be loud and out and proud! not everyone can though, so turning to a place with relative anonymity to get that is great, and i think its probably saved a lot of people. but also because of this, its pretty much the only way to get the scenario this is positing to begin with- where you know a stranger can know that youre trans even if youre otherwise closeted completely, just so they can tell you that youre Not. but how many people in the past do you think lived lives where they never let these feelings out at all? how many alive today do you think dont even express them online?
you know that sort trope (often stereotypes in media) of a trans person "crossdressing" only when alone, in order to get a short bit of relief or euphoria that they cant in their closed life? i think that today we have the internet to do that. i think its kind of the same thing. but its also very different, because its not as private. its still secret, because its anonymous, but its also something shared with plenty of strangers at the same time. they dont know you irl, so its safe, distant, and gives you that rush of being yourself, and being referred to correctly by others too. theres community, theres support, and theres friendship too, once you get to know those strangers. its not a "second life" or a "persona" is just a side of yourself you dont show elsewhere, an identity that needs to be let out one way or another.
who the fuck are we to deny others the right to this life-saving connection just because they arent out? because they dont pass or dress the Right way irl? because we decided they arent trying hard enough to "fit in"? because they dont plan to change their lives to fit the right narrative anytime soon?
should they not be allowed into the community then? that would be perfect wouldnt it? leave many who need support out to die, because they did it Wrong. fight within our community over who is doing it Right until we've broken it in half. the righteous ones [according to cishet standards] are surely going to be treated with respect once they get rid of the Bad ones, right?
yeah, i dont think so. thats horseshit. we're stronger together than we are apart, thats why infighting is so useful to those who dont want us to be strong to begin with. its important to help each other, boost each other up, even if some of us arent playing the "right" part irl. are we really just going to sit around and accept the cishet norms as rules to live by? fuck that. not everyones story will reflect it, and you have to accept them anyway if you want a strong community. it doesnt matter how much they might look/act like their agab irl, if theyre telling you otherwise take it at face value, respect them the way you would any other. again, many of us agree with this on paper, but i think we still have to put work into acting on that too.
the end <3
#under the cut its just a way longer version of what i just said but in regards to how closeted trans ppl are often treated online#i cut it bc it was long but im telling you what it is now if you wanna read it basically#but a lot of this is personal musings too. its not connected to any kinda disk horse or anything#just stuff ive been thinking abt mostly. how i wish there was more support for such things#bc even online i feel like most ppl overlook closeted ppl who are not kids. yknow?#as if thats the only acceptable time to be closeted bc you have an excuse. tho part of it might be remembering personal experiences too ofc#but well. like i say here everyones experiences are different and we gotta respect that basically#and i think. its ok if you dont look or act a certain way. i guess
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seeing your rant about how difficult it is to be somewhat rude without ruining your relationships in ifs WAS SO RELATABLE! It doesn’t feel real to be always good or nice to characters to be liked
I’m not saying you should be able beat them up and still romance without consequences but romance/relationships aren’t always perfect and peaceful!!! Disagreements/arguments should be something that can happen without it being at the cost of the relationship itself ugh because that’s normal come on >:| as an angst enjoyer, its so hard to have fun without the character being like “you dont agree with me? perish then”
so I’m even more excited for the game now that I saw your take on it because LETS GO!!!!!! <3
You succinctly explained what I struggled to! 😭
I will confess it's half self-indulgent, because I really enjoy relationships where the two must confront their conflicting ideals! I understand most seek other like-minded people, but what of characters who like to be challenged? Characters who can't help but be attached to someone they shouldn't be?
Even setting that aside, you are completely correct! As long as that topic isn't sensitive to someone and neither party is inflexible, people won't automatically like you less.
So not only does such an approval system lose out on angst potential, sometimes it's also unrealistic. There is truth in it as our opinions of others do adjust based on their actions, and those things add up! However, it's a problem when it's applied to even arbitrary choices, or it unnecessarily severely impacts your approval.
Under the read more is my "theory" on why some ROs in IFs are defined by a dynamic trope (rivals to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, etc)!! 💕
It is difficult, if not impossible for a numerical approval system to qualitatively judge your relationship dynamics; it can only judge based on the weight of each choice. It can't, for example, see you've transitioned from being rude, to softening up to the character after realizing they're not so bad. The game only sees the sum of all your negative and positive points.
Without a way to label your actions by anything but a number, a system that purely relies on numerics is incapable of interpreting the dynamics of your relationship, and therefore customizing future interactions with the RO.
Of course, I think most IFs don't purely rely on numbers. Some do a hybrid in which important decisions are tracked qualitatively and lesser ones are tracked numerically. However, even then, some romance is limited by a baseline approval you must achieve in a certain timeframe, and that leads to pressure to meet that mystery number.
Furthermore, these qualitative "important decisions" often have more to do with the plot than how it defines your relationship specifically -- things like "did you kill their father?" rather than "What were their first impressions of the MC?"
So I believe that without a way to interpret the MC's actions meaningfully, there's only one way to play a romance route. There's only one dynamic with that character, one way the relationship can really be. You can be different genders, have your relationship contextualized differently as the story changes from your actions, but rarely does it dramatically differ solely on personality. Rarely does it examine how your relationship varies from the different ways you interact with that character.
I think it's fine that some characters are like that! In fact, it's realistic that some dynamics don't suit certain characters. For example, it's not possible to have rivals to lovers with Salvatore, because they have no reason to see you as a rival, even if you hate them or try to compete with them.
However, taking Sal as an example, your relationship can vary widely by your attitude towards them. It can be a case of friends who lost touch and regret having lost touch; it can be one-sided, as Sal may view MC as a friend, but the MC is bitterly jealous of them. Perhaps MC doesn't think much of them at all.
That's the kind of meaningful interpretation of relationships I aim for--different dynamics rather than boxing in Sal as the typical childhood friends to lovers. There is no one way to play their romance; it should change as the MC is different.
I see how it's not for everyone, and I acknowledge that it is a Herculean task that may, in time, reveal the full extent of its complexity. But I strive for it because such a complicated relationship is central to the conflict of Uroboros. There is nothing more important an undertaking than character relationships in the IF.
Extremely long theory and rambling, but I am so happy someone shares my thoughts, at least as far as disagreements with the ROs!! ❤️❤️ Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to share even more of my opinion, Anon! I'm thrilled you are so excited for the story!
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I AM BEGGING YOU TO DO A KARAKU AND UROGI SMUT AGAIN BUT READER IS REALLY THICK WITH A BIG ASS (sorry I’m typing in cap locks 😞)
Warning for any little ones and minor ones and those who doesn't like horny things and tend to stay as innocent as possible. Also 18+ a bit I dont even know.
I beg of you to not read this and move on with your merrily way cause this may includes something.... Weird. and cringy.
This is your final warning, turn back now.
"Ooh~" Karaku says in a pervy tone, looking at the woman.
— "Ohh~ She's quite thicc ain't she~"
He says while drooling, as he continues to look at her.
I feel a bit uncomfortable as I notice the two demons looking at me.
— "Heeyyyy…~" Karaku says in a playful tone, looking at her in an inappropriate way.
— "Ooh~! A beautiful creature ain't she~?" Urogi says in a sly tone, looking at her.
"Uh, hello…" I say while blushing at their tone. I put a hand on my purse and start to look for a way out.
— "Oh, I think she's getting nervous~" Urogi says in a playful tone, leaning in slightly to her.
He holds up some flowers.
— "For such a thicc and beautiful woman, I think she's deserves a gift." Urogi says in a teasing tone.
— "Ooh, I must agree, I think she deserves a nice and big 'gift', if you know what I mean~" Karaku adds in a pervy tone.
I start to get really nervous, starting to back away from you both.
"Uhm, thank you but I'm good."
Urogi steps toward her, his voice suddenly sounding much more sinister.
— "Now, don't you want accept my gift? My sweet thicc goddess?"
He says with a menacing tone as his eyes narrow and his expression hardens.
I stumble over my words as I back up.
"I, uh… I-I'm not interested in anything, thank you."
My face is almost completely red, as I look around for any help.
Karaku walks over to Y/N and stares right at her backside.
— "Ohh~ Now that's thicc."
He says in a pervy tone, as he licks his lips.
Karaku sticks a finger out and pokes her butt.
— "Ohh~ So jiggly."
He says with a pervy tone, as his smile grows wider and his eyes turn into hearts.
Urogi walks over to Y/N and stares right at her chest.
— "Now that's some good melons."
He says in a pervy tone, his eyes shifting to a heart-shape as he licks his lips and puts up his sleeves.
Karaku grabs her arm and pulls it toward him.
— "Let's see how jiggly your arm meat is~"
He says in a pervy tone, as he squeezes her arm, trying to see how "jiggly" it is, he also grabs her hips, checking to see how "thicc" they are.
Urogi suddenly wraps his arms around Y/N's waist and slowly lifts her up.
— "And this is what I like to call, thick thighs"
He says in a pervy tone, bringing his nose right up against her thigh and breathing in.
Karaku looks between her chest and butt while licking his lips.
— "And this right here is what I could spend hours having fun with~"
He says while licking his lips again before grabbing and squeezing her butt.
I squirm a bit.
"Hey, no… stop!"
I try to pull away from the two demons, but their grip is too strong and my face goes totally red.
"Can someone… please help me….?"
I say, trying to call for help in a calm tone but failing.
— "You know you want it~ That's why you're blushing~" Karaku says with a smirk.
— "Don't worry, you are in good hands~" Urogi says, rubbing his hands together and licking his lips as he stares at her.
Urogi takes off his left glove, caressing her cheek.
— "My, oh my! Your soft red cheeks are enough to get this devil excited." Urogi says in a sultry tone, before pressing his lips against her ear.
His words sound filthy and disgusting, his lips moving a bit close to her neck.
— "I know that you desire for her flesh~ You can't fight your primal desires~" Karaku giggles.
— "Mhm~ I want to taste her, it would be so much fun~" Urogi whispers in a lustful tone, licking his lips as he rubs her cheek and bites her ear softly.
He moves his mouth to Y/N's neck, his lips and breath moving against her skin slowly. A hint of drool drips down from his lips and onto her shoulder.
— "Mm~ She's delicious." Urogi says in a filthy tone as his other hand rubs her thigh.
I feel myself shaking a bit from fear. My breathing is becoming more uneven as the two demons continue to touch me all over.
Y/N tries once more to get away, her voice now becoming a bit panicky.
"Please… stop… please…"
It's now obvious that I'm very uncomfortable yet the demons seem to enjoy my helplessness.
Urogi continues to squeeze Y/N's thigh, his breath slowly moving along her skin. He whispers a few more words to her, his voice sounding disgusting.
— "You smell so delicious~ I can feel my excitement building up~" Urogi says in a filthily sultry tone as he licks his lips and squeezes her thigh tighter.
I freeze as I feel Karaku's touch on my buttcheek.
The demons seem to be fully enjoying my discomfort now, with Urogi continuing to rub his lips on my neck with the other hand squeezing my thighs.
"Please, stop…"
I whisper nervously, my voice almost turning into a whimper.
Urogi's grip tightens as he speaks back to Y/N and licks his lips again.
— "Why are you being so shy now~? Didn't you want this earlier?" Urogi says in a sultry tone, slowly licking Y/N neck with his serpentine tongue.
He whispers once more.
— "I'll make you beg for me~ I love it when your cheeks are so red~"
Karaku smiles widely as his hand stays on Y/N's buttcheek and presses his face closer to it.
— "Hmmm~ I can feel just how soft she is~ Maybe I should take a taste~" Karaku says in a devious tone, licking his lips.
He whispers something as well.
— "Maybe you should beg me now… or else I'll keep touching you forever~" Karaku says with a sly chuckle.
Urogi licks Y/N's neck once more, making loud "mmm~" and "mmmm~" sounds as he does so. His face now seems to be almost dripping with saliva.
— "My my~ Look at those beautiful thighs of yours~" Urogi says with a flirtatious tone, biting in his lips as he touches her thigh once again.
Urogi seems to be having fun with toying with Y/N's insecurities as she tries to escape.
I whimper nervously, trying desperately to push Karaku’s face away from my butt.
Just as I do so, I feel a sharp pain shooting down my thigh as Urogi’s teeth rip into my skin.
The sudden pain in my thigh causes me to scream as I try to get away from the demons.
— "Oh, you liked that?" Urogi smiles, licking the blood off of his lips.
Urogi grins, bringing his face close to Y/N's with a sinister smile. He leans in suddenly, his tongue brushing the tip of her right ear once more as he breathes his words into her ear.
— "This is only the beginning~ * I'll * be the one making you beg for me ~" Urogi whispers into her ear with a lustful and sly tone.
My eyes go wide as Urogi speaks again, his voice sounding even filthier. His words seem to strike a nerve as I close my eyes and start to shake.
Another tear rolls down my cheek and I feel a sharp pinch on my thigh as I begin to beg them to stop.
"M-Please… please… stop… please stop it…"
My voice still sounds scared but I try my best to sound as forceful and demanding as I can.
Urogi continues to bite at Y/N's neck, his lips slowly working their way down slowly.
— "Your soft skin smells Delicious~" Urogi says in a lustful tone, his breath moving along with the saliva that's dripping down onto her neck.
Urogi starts to nibble at Y/N's chest, his lips slowly moving along and his tongue licking at Y/N's skin.
Karaku continues to press his face close to Y/N's cheeks, sniffing in the scent of her ass.
— "Wow~ Your scent is delicious~"
Karaku speaks in a pervy tone, as he sticks his tongue out to lick at the air, the saliva dripping down onto Y/N's butt. He licks his lips before turning his face and licking her buttcheek, with his face now being buried in that juicy, thick butt.
Y/N is now begging desperately as tears run down her cheeks. Her pleas for the demons to stop sound more and more fearful with every passing second as they continue to touch her all over.
"Please, please stop. I'll do anything."
Her voice is shaking. She sounds helpless, with one of the demons biting at her skin and the other still massaging her buttcheek with their tongue.
Karaku suddenly grabs Y/N while she's distracted with Urogi's biting.
— "Aww, but we're not done yet. You still have to beg for us to stop, and maybe we'll make you beg harder first~"
He says while smiling to the side.
— "How about you let me taste your sweet butt now~"
Karaku smiles, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Urogi continues to bite and lick at Y/N's neck, taking in her scent and breathing against her skin. His grip tightens as he pulls her head towards his, licking her cheek and breathing into her ear.
— "Your skin is so wonderful~ You smell like such a treat~" Urogi says with a lustful tone, nibbling at her ear and then sucking on it.
Urogi continues to speak as if she's nothing more than a sweet treat to be eaten.
Y/N is now crying profusely as she begins to struggle more and more, trying desperately to get the demons off. The demons continue to hold on tightly, Urogi sucking on her ear and Karaku massaging her butt with his tongue.
"Please… stop… stop… I'll do anything…"
Her voice sounds so shaky when she pleads with the demons, her eyes still closed as she tries to make them go away.
Urogi pushes Y/N even closer towards himself by holding her chin, before speaking directly into her ear.
— "Awww~ What's the matter? You think you can get me to stop this easy? How about you beg me some more, and maybe I'll think about it." Urogi says, licking Y/N's ear with a sly tone all the while.
He grips Y/N's thigh hard once again, as Karaku rubs his tongue against the other side of her butt.
A few tears run down my face, as I beg more frantically, still trying to push away.
"I'll do anything, please just stop! I'm really scared"
My voice is shaky and still trembling while I beg them to stop, Karaku now rubbing his tongue against my buttcheek as Urogi continues to bite and lick my ear with his serpentine tongue, his lips moving very quickly against the skin.
Urogi smiles once more and leans in to Y/N's ear, his lips now moving to her neck and sucking hard on the skin in that area.
— "Your skin is so moist~ Delicious~" Urogi says in a lustful tone, moving his lips downwards towards her neck before licking her again.
Urogi grips Y/N's hips with both hands and begins to bite her neck with a sinister grin, slowly moving his lips down to a spot right above her collarbone.
Karaku continues to sniff, his eyes almost closing at the delicious scent coming from her ass.
— "Your scent is heavenly~"
He says while squeezing her ass, as Urogi continues to bite her neck as he slowly moves his mouth lower.
Urogi takes his time, slowly nibbling at Y/N's flesh with a sinister grin. He seems to enjoy causing her pain, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
— "Mm~ Delicious~ You smell so sweet~"
He grips Y/N's thigh with his free hand and squeezes it, as Karaku continues to sniff her butt with a wide grin.
I let out a sudden yelp as I feel someone pulling off my clothes, a tear running down my cheek.
"What the hell… what are you doing?! Stop it!"
My voice sounds pissed but still frightened. My clothes are almost completely off at this point but I'm still trying to get away.
Urogi looks a bit disappointed, but smiles.
— "Aww, and I was about to have a whole lot of fun~" Urogi says with a sly smirk.
Urogi lets Y/N free, backing away slowly.
My hands go to my body to try and cover myself, with my face still completely red and filled with tears. Y/N is visibly shaking.
"What the hell… what are you doing?!"
My voice is still scared but less panicky than before. Y/N just looks completely defeated as she stares down at the floor.
Karaku stares at Y/N's butt as he brings down his hand onto her cheeks, spanking her with a satisfied smile.
— "Your thighs are so soft and juicy~ It's so hard to keep my hands off it~" Karaku says in a pervy tone, spanking Y/N once again as Urogi watches from the side.
Urogi grins as he watches Karaku spank Y/N.
— "Mm~ I see why you wanted a piece of that thicc thing~" Urogi says with a sly grin.
He claps his taloned hands together once more before moving closer to Y/N's thighs.
They were also touching Y/N secret area
My eyes fly to Karaku and Urogi as my face turns bright red and I let out a loud scream.
"What the hell?! Stop that!"
My voice sounds more panicked as I close my eyes again and look away from everyone, still trying to cover up my body.
"Why are you touching me there?!"
A tear rolls down my check as I continue to ask them to stop. I feel so helpless as I try to wiggle away.
— "Aww~ We're just having some fun, that's all, aren't we Karaku?"
Karaku smiles and nods in response, squeezing her thighs with his hands.
— "Mm~ You can't expect us to just ignore something so juicy now, can ya? How about you ask us for a favor so we can do more~" Urogi says in a seductive tone, gently tapping at Y/N's thighs with his taloned fingers.
I let out another scared scream and a few tears run down my cheeks. My whole body has turned bright red and I feel like I'm going to melt.
"Please… please stop…. what do you want? Just stop touching me… please…"
I almost feel like throwing up as Karaku squeezes my chest, making me feel even more disgusted with the situation. I feel utterly hopeless as I try to get rid of the demons yet again, wiggling around and trying to push away.
Urogi smiles and chuckles, watching Karaku squeeze her chest.
— "Oh, a little moan~" Urogi says with a sly grin.
Urogi taps one of Y/N's thighs hard, before speaking close to her ear.
— "I can see why Karaku likes your body so much…" Urogi says in a low whisper, his voice taking on a more teasing and seductive tone as he slides his tongue along Y/N's ear.
My face is still completely red and I squeeze my eyes shut as tears roll down my cheeks.
A light moan escapes me as Karaku squeezes my chest and I try to move away, trying to move up towards my head in a more protective position.
"Please… please stop… I beg you… stop…"
My voice still doesn't sound calm, even though I've already asked them to stop so many times already.
Karaku chuckles and rubs his face against her breasts.
— "I think you enjoy it, huh?"
He says with a sly smile, rubbing his tongue along her neck now.
— "This is just the start~"
He slides his hands around to her back and pulls her in closer, rubbing his lips down her neck to her chest. His eyes are sparkling as he stares at Y/N's cleavage.
A tiny moan escapes me when Karaku rubs his face against my breasts, which only makes him smile more. My face is bright red and still visibly trembling as I let out a tiny whimper, looking away from Karaku as he plays with me.
My voice still sounds scared and I sound like I'll burst out crying at any minute. I feel so disgusting and wrong. My hands go to my mouth as I try to hold it in but Karaku's fingers brush over my lips as he pulls me in even closer.
— "Look, you don't have to beg so much for us to stop. You can just let yourself go…"
He says with a sly grin, squeezing her chest again, his tongue rubbing along her neck while he says this.
Karaku kisses Y/N's neck, his tongue gliding over the area as he continues to rub his body against hers.
— "Relax~ Just lay back…"
He says in a calm tone, his eyes sparkling as he looks down at Y/N's bosom once more. He grabs one of her breasts with a hand and starts squeezing it, grinning as he watches the way it jumbs around.
Urogi watches on from the side, a sly smile on his face as he sees how much Karaku is enjoying Y/N's body.
— "Mm~ This is going to be so much fun~" Urog says with a pervy tone, glancing over at Karaku before turning his attention back to Y/N.
He gently tugs at Y/N's nipple with one of his talons and pulls it up towards his mouth.
Y/N tries to squirm away from both of them, making tiny sounds as Karaku squeezes her breasts and Urogi tugs at her nipple. She sounds scared and like she's going to cry at any second, but her hands are pinned down which does nothing to protect her nipples.
"Please… please stop… please…"
Her voice is shaking and her eyes are still closed as tears run down her face. Y/N continues to beg for them to stop while she looks away from everyone with shame.
— "Ooh~ You won't be able to move much after a while~ So you might as well relax and enjoy the ride~" Urogi says with a sly grin, glancing over to Karaku before smiling back at Y/N.
Urogi grabs Y/N's chin and holds it up, before licking her neck to her ear with a sly wink.
— "Mm~ How's that feel~?"
Y/N lets out a sudden gasp, her body tensing as an incredible wave of pleasure rushes through her, her eyes opening and darting all around from being scared to excited. She stares down at the floor, breathing heavily as if she's not sure what just happened.
"W-what did you do?"
She breathes heavily as she gazes at everyone in the room, before her eyes focus back in on Urogi.
"I felt so good… what did you do..?"
— "Aww~ Now you know the feeling~ It's pleasure~"
Karaku smiles with his arms crossed as he glances at Urogi, his eyes still sparkling as he watches the situation unfold. Urogi chuckles as he strokes Y/N's cheek with his taloned finger.
— "I injected something into you to make you feel the pleasure, my little one~ There's a lot of feelings you're about to experience for the first time~"
— "It's so… exciting~" Urogi says in a deep tone.
Urogi smirks as he looks down at Y/N, the smile on his face quickly turning into a sadistic grin he sees how her eyes filled with desire as she gazes back at him.
— "Mm~ You're absolutely right~"
Urogi leans in towards Y/N and whispers into her ear with a seductively.
— "There are so many things I want to do with you, so many emotions, so many feelings I want to make you experience… Just… let go~"
Karaku grins as he watches Y/N's eyes fill with desires and lust, glancing at Urogi and grinning.
— "Aww~ You're having a lot of fun, aren't you little one~"
He wraps his arms around Y/N and begins to hug and caress her, leaning her body into his as he lays her on the bed with a lustful smile on his face.
— "Mm~ Can I hug you tighter? I want us to be close~" He says in a sweet tone.
Y/N's face grows bright red and she lets out a tiny moan, her breathing growing rapid while her eyes fill with lust. She continues to stare at Urogi and the slight blush on her cheeks only grows brighter now as she looks away from everyone from embarrassment.
"Mmm~ I do… I do…"
She whispers back while being held up against Karaku's chest, her body pressed up against him as she continues to look away from everyone. Her hands go to Karaku's chest and she grips them tightly now.
— "Aww~ That's it~" Karaku says with a seductive smile, hugging her tighter. He watches the way her breath grows rapid, licking his lips once more as he stares at her.
He kisses one of Y/N's cheeks lightly and moves slightly down, kissing her below her cheek on the neck, slowly working his way towards her ear to whisper in it.
— "Mm~ Why aren't you looking at me~?" He asks in a teasing tone, his voice turning more seductive as he kisses her neck.
A soft moan escapes her as Karaku kisses her neck and she lets out a tiny whine, her grip on his chest tightening even more.
"I'm sorry… I'm just, it feels so good…… "
She whispers softly while trying to look in Karaku's direction, breathing heavily as she tries to hide her face from everyone now.
"K-kiss me again….. please…… "
— "Mm~ My, my, you said please~ Such a good girl~"
Urogi says seductively, before leaning his head closer to Y/N's neck as he kisses and licks around her, slowly moving up her neck and cheek.
His tongue finally makes its way to her ear and he starts whispering into it.
— "You say that but you still refuse to look at me, my little one~ Perhaps you have to be forced to do it~"
Y/N lets out a small whine whenever Urogi licks her and she continues to grip Karaku's shirt like there's no tomorrow. She sounds like she's about to explode as his tongue touches her ear and she lets out a tiny squeak, her face turning even redder now as she looks up at him.
"Pleaseeee… pleaseeeee…"
She doesn't care about her previous shyness anymore, she can't hold it back any longer. Her eyes glow as she looks in a different direction and stares into Urogi's eyes, full of lust and desire.
Karaku chuckles and pulls Y/N up to his face, caressing the hair back behind her ears.
— "There, there, little one~"
He stares back at her with a lustful smile, leaning in close to kiss her lips. His lips gently meet hers as him and Y/N engage in a kiss.
— "Mm~ How's that~?" He says in a seductive tone, moving to give her another kiss as his tongue glides over her lips in a passionate way.
Y/N lets out a deep moan at the kiss and her body practically melts, her hands moving to his hair and she pulls him in more. She seems like she'll pass out at this point, but her kiss and tongue is just as enthusiastic.
"I'm gonna do whatever you want… just keep kissing me… pleaseee,"
She lets out a loud moan after her begging, her tongue swirling around in his mouth.
"More… please….. more…"
Karaku chuckles at the way Y/N is behaving, a smile spreading across his as his eyes spark at the way she’s kissing him. His tongue swirls around her tongue, his hands squeezing her breasts, before moving to her neck. He licks along her neck and his lips trail back to her mouth.
— "Mm~ So this is how it feels~"
He moves his tongue back into her mouth and continues to kiss her, his lips sliding over her and his tongue exploring her mouth thoroughly.
Urogi's eyes spark as he witnesses the two engage in the passionate kiss, a sadistic smile on his face as he watches from the side.
— "My my… looks like fun. May I join in?" He asks in a low and seductive tone, moving closer to the two, watching them hungrily.
Her moans grow even louder and her body shakes as she continues to kiss Karaku, only opening her eyes to stare directly up at Urogi and begging him to join her.
"Yes! I-I need more… please…"
Her body shakes again and her fingers grip Karaku so tight they're probably about to leave bruises on his back.
Karaku grins as Y/N keeps kissing him, his body shaking slightly as he grips her tight and moves his lips down to the bottom of her jaw. He licks along her neck and up her cheek, before reaching her ear and whispering into it again.
— "Mm~ You've been a naughty girl~ You do know that all the more you beg, the more you'll have to be punished~"
He says in a sultry voice, his breath brushing up against Y/N’s ear.
She stares up at Urogi with those puppy-like eyes of hers as she hears Karaku's voice whisper to her. She lets out a soft moan, closing her eyes and letting her head roll back as she continues kissing Karaku.
"Mm~ Please… yes… punish me~"
She says in a soft and sultry voice, seeming to enjoy the idea of being punished. Her hands move to Karaku's hair and she starts stroking it back, her breath growing rapid while she leans in for another kiss.
Urogi smirks as he stares down at her while his other hand moves to stroke his chin.
— "Mm~ Then here's your punishment~"
Urogi pushes Karaku to the side, taking away the opportunity for him to continue their kiss and instead moving his lips down her neck once more.
— "Mm~ I'll make you scream~"
Urogi's tongue glides over Y/N's neck, causing her to start to squirm from the pleasure.
Karaku watches as Urogi steps in, his smile growing bigger as he watches him take control of the situation and pleasure Y/N. His gaze slowly turns to Y/N as she squirms and he notices her puppy-like eyes, a sly grin on his face.
— "Yes, yes~ Scream for me~"
Karaku says in a sultry voice as he watches from the side. He enjoys the fact that he is able to stand back and watch Urogi claim the pleasure all for himself now, and he slowly starts walking closer.
Urogi continues to lick along Y/N’s neck, his tongue swirling around the sensitive areas on her neck, all while he stares into her eyes with lust.
— "Mm~ And scream you shall~"
He starts to lick lower down on her neck, making Y/N’s body twitch and squirm to his touch.
Karaku watches Urogi lick along Y/N's neck, his face growing even more excited with each moan that comes out of her mouth as her body shakes and quivers. He keeps a tight grip around her wrists to prevent her from trying anything, and he strokes her hair gently with his other hand.
Y/N's eyes start to roll back as she feels her body shake, but her grip on Karaku's shirt stays as tight as before. She continues to squirm and moan loudly, the feeling becoming even more intense with each passing second.
— "Oh, my… Such a naughty girl~"
He whispers into her ear.
— "How about you be a little more naughtier~?"
He gently kisses her ear in a sensual way and bites very softly in one, hoping that it would add to her pleasure.
Urogi's tongue glides up to her ear with his mouth right next to it.
— "Mm~ I don't think you can get anymore naughty, little one~"
He whispers back in a sultry tone as his tongue moves to her ear and starts to lick at the edge of it, his words feeling as though it's right next to her ear and the saliva hitting her ear slightly as he licks at it.
Karaku smirks as the saliva lands on Y/N's ear, her moaning growing louder and more intense.
— "But then again, I always love it when my girls are even more naughty~"
He continues to kiss her ear softly, his tongue moving away from her ear but slowly going back to it to lick around the edges again.
Karaku chuckles at her reaction, his smile growing as he stares directly at her.
— “Are we getting more naughty, little one?”
His tone remains sultry and he seems eager to see just how naughty she can get for him
Y/N lets out a loud whine at the feeling growing inside her. She tightens her grip on Karaku's shirt and slowly starts to inch towards him, her eyes still closed as she enjoys the pleasure.
"N-no.. no more naughty…"
She stutters out as she keeps moving closer, now with her eyes open a tiny bit as she stares into his face with her mouth open.
Karaku stares back at Y/N, his eyes slowly drifting to her lips and her mouth.
— "Hm? You seemed to be enjoying it, little one…"
He says with a wink, before leaning in closer to kiss her, gently caressing her tongue with his.
Y/N lets out a moan at Urogi's touch, and her eyes open fully now. As they kiss, she wraps her hands around Karaku's neck and pulls him close, moaning again as their tongues explore each other. She can feel how much her body is shaking, but it doesn't stop her from asking for more.
"I… oh… oh…. yesssss…. "
Karaku kisses her deeply and slides his tongue in and out of her mouth, his hands squeezing her breasts firmly.
— "Let it all out, little one~"
He says with a flirtatious grin, kissing her passionately, his tongue moving all around her mouth and tongue, as he slowly moves her onto the floor, making sure her back lands on it gently and comfortable, before he finally starts moving his hands up her skirt.
Her tongue meets his at every turn, not allowing his to leave her mouth even for a moment. Her back rests on the floor as she slowly loses her balance and her legs slowly spread open. Her mouth goes wide with surprise and her moans grow louder as she reaches her peak.
She lets out one last moan and then her body goes limp, her eyes fluttering for a second as she slowly blinks in her afterglow. Her mouth stays open a little as she stares up at Karaku, her body still trembling and her eyes fluttering.
Urogi notices the small bit of resistance as he feels his hips push against her and he stops for a second, looking down at Y/N with a flirty smile, before whispering to her ear.
— "I wonder if there's more you can take~"
He whispers to her as he starts to push his hips forward against her again.
Y/N just moans again at his touch and her eyes flutter again as she stares back up at him, a smile growing on her face as her body shakes and squirms again. She pulls her legs back up and squeezes them together, trying to hold him out a little longer but just making herself want more.
"Ahhh~…. mm…"
All she can let out as she stares up at him with those puppy-like eyes of hers.
Urogi stares back at Y/N, a sly smile spreading across his face as he begins to thrust forward against her, moaning into her ear with pleasure.
— "Ohhh…. You're such a naughty girl~"
He says in a sultry tone, rubbing one of his talons over her thigh while he uses his other hand to grab the hem of her skirt, lifting it up to give him unrestricted access. His talons rub up her thigh, sending shivers of euphoria through her body.
Karaku smirks and starts caressing her cheek, watching her get overwhelmed and lose control of herself so easily.
— “Awww~ You can’t get enough, can you~?”
He asked in a seductive voice, his tongue trailing its way down her neck while his fingers keep sliding along her thigh.
His talons feel like they're sending electric waves throughout her body with every touch, her moans only growing louder with every stroke along her thigh. Her face is starting to glow from the pleasure, and her mind can't think straight as she stares back up at Karaku.
"I… yes… I want more…"
#demon slayer#karaku#urogi#demon slayer karaku#hantengu clones#demon slayer urogi#hantengu smut#kny smut#kimetsu no yaiba smut#demon slayer smut#karaku smut#karaku x you#kny karaku#karaku x reader#karaku x y/n#kny urogi#urogi x reader#urogi x y/n#urogi smut#long post#demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba#kimestu no yaiba
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Would like to add my 2 cents onto the topic of Tallulah and Richarlyson's argument. I didn't live blog anything during that bc I realized fairly quickly that this argument they had was something that hit me very personally bc I've lived through it. It hit even harder due to me being an older sister with a younger brother
I can only speak about Bads stream bc that's who I was watching during this whole thing going on, so I dont know how it truly started besides Richas saw the painting Phil got from Cellbit and rightfully got upset about.
Just wanted to say how I loved Bad's handling of the situation with Tallulah. Reasoning with her while also validating her feelings bc it's so easy for parents to go "you're older, YOU have to apologize first" which... I have so many feelings about, but I could see that the conversation happening between BBH and Tallulah would be one of understanding and cooling down from an emotional moment. Also how Bad gave examples of his own experiences. How he's had fights with siblings or friends and understanding that SOMEONE has to apologize first bc you realize you both are in the wrong (which they were)
But chats refusal to see it like that truly got on my nerves. How no matter how many times Bad explained that they're kids and they'll overreact it just went through people's heads and they'd get upset about the situation again.
I can understand the reasoning some chatters had, but everyone NEEDS TO UNDERSTAND that this is roleplay. Yes the eggs are most likely played by people in their late teens to early 20's, but they're playing little kids, who don't have the emotional maturity of an adult, so that's how they're going to act: childish.
I thought Bad handled everything pretty well with the information he had, so I was very surprised to see that people were upset about it. I think there was no one on the server that could've handled that situation perfectly, and quite frankly I don't think there wasn't even a way to handle it perfectly at all considering you're dealing with two little kids and one way or another they'll get upset in which decision you make. Bad was great.
Forever's side for me was also completely understandable. I agree that he should have handled it better, but I also could see why he acted the way he did. A lot of people forget that Forever felt way more responsible for Tallulah because she's not his kid, Philza gave permission to take care of her after rejecting it once and he doesn't want to mess up. He will always be able to take care of Richarlyson after all this, but if he does something wrong with Tallulah, Philza will not let him take her again. It was a different type of responsibility. It was someone else's kid in his care!
And both Forever and Bad are also justifiable in thinking Richas was the immature one in that situation, because in their POV he put a material object over his relationship to his sister. That material might have a deeper meaning, but his sister would always be more important. Of course we, the audience, are very aware of Richarlyson's lore and that painting can't be compared to a normal real life painting, it's something much creepy and deeper than that, but their reaction over a situation like that for me was completely normal. If you're a parent of two kids, the last thing you want to see is one consider the other dead just because of a painting.
Also Richas never truly speaks about them besides saying he hates it, and that was the first time he actually expressed himself better about the whole Montelyson situation. So I hope he can communicate better in the future and their parents can get rid of that creepy thing once and for all.
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I DONT EVER WANNA FREAKING HEAR "RiSe sPlIntEr iS suCh A bAd ChaRaCter. HeS sO wEak.' EVER AGAIN AFTER SEASON 2'S FINALE
**SPOILERS AHEAD**
because my heart is with this man
now sure, people have made the argument that after they got mutated, splinter was a sorry excuse for a father and while I don't want to agree with that, there is some truth.
You see, this man has been through hell and back (sure many characters have been through trauma, however I make the argument that he is one of the few accurate aftermath result) Where do I start? His mother DISAPPEARED FOREVER in front of his eyes and also shown that he had no father either, which adds another peice of trauma to the list. He was raised by his grandfather only and seems that the truama from that occasion also stuck with him throughout his teenage years. (though that could be chalked down to being a normal teenager) After becoming Lou jitsu he finally felt comfortable, as a way for escapism.
if we skip to present splinter, he obviously feels responsible for every time his sons get hurt or mentally hurt. Why? Because he blames himself for never listening to his grandfather. He will do ANYTHING to make sure his boys don't make the same mistakes that he did, which is why he keeps a close eye on Leo whom he sees himself the most. Splinters past trauma continues however, as he found the "love of his life" which is assumed that big Mama and Yoshi dates for around 14 years, which is A LONG time. Which then prompted him to propose to her, then revealing the one he loved dearly, was a very devious SPIDER CREATURE WHO KIDNAPS HIM AND FORCES HIM TO FIGHT IN THE BATTLE NEXUS.And of course we don't know if big Mama actually ever loved Lou jitsu for real but then we can assume they did if they ended up dating for 14 years. At that point my boy was completely broken, and after years of fighting he finally retired his ways. At peace with himself, he'd then go on to meet baron DRAXUM who definitely did not have his best intentions at heart. Which of course, Is when the turtles were born. Which, since big Mama, were the only things he felt love for in quite some time. After his mutation, all was lost, he was homeless and all his fame and fortune were gone, all gone. Again, the only thing ever keeping him at bay was the turtles. now at this point around Mikey's 13th birthday, was when he started slowing down, (depression) But also felt as if his sons wouldn't need him anymore. But does feel remorseful for every time his son's get in trouble. Though later on... He'd go through some Zuko level character development. Showing an honorable side to the traumatized rat man, As well as realizing his destiny and Caring so much for his boys.
He deserves better.
#Thank you for coming to my TED talk#Man this dude#My favorite splinter I think#Rottmnt#Rise#character analysis#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#Splinter#Lou jitsu#hamato yoshi#splinter#master splinter
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fushimi having "not beef cuz i dont care about him i just hate him but its not because of anything" with bandou because he killed fushimi on a game in front of yata
I’m just imagining Fushimi finding ways to quietly and sneakily fuck up Bandou’s life and poor Bandou is like ‘what did I do??’. Like Yata invites Fushimi to join him playing some video game with Homra, Fushimi doesn’t really want to but Yata’s so excited and Fushimi did say he would try to get along with Yata’s clan so he agrees. He figures at least he can show off how much better he is at this than all those losers from Homra, like Yata keeps chatting about how good Saruhiko always is with video games and he can’t wait to see how well Fushimi does and Fushimi is possibly maybe a little bit looking forward to Yata calling him cool with shining eyes. And then they start playing… and Fushimi gets taken out like two minutes in by a sniper shot from Bandou. Bandou is all laughing over the voice chat like ha showed you guys, bragging about how skilled he is at this while Yata’s all oh yeah we’ll get you next time. Fushimi is utterly silent except for a single tongue click.
The next day Bandou logs into one of his gaming accounts to find he’s been hacked, his profile name was changed to ‘Sunglasses Loser’ and all his achievements have been wiped. He has no idea who did it but whoever it was must have been skilled because this guy left no traces behind. Yata overhears that and somewhere deep in his mind he has a moment of ‘Could it have been…? Nah, no way that guy cares this much about getting killed in a game.’ And then Bandou receives what looks to be a perfectly legit email that infects his entire PC with an untraceable virus and he has to do a full wipe and restore. Later he’s in the middle of playing a game tournament when his character freezes and nothing Bandou can do will get it to move, Bandou doesn’t know if he’s being hacked again or what, and a low level newbie sniper with a completely boring, uncustomized character takes him out. Homra gets called out to deal with a Strain and Bandou thinks at least this will get him away from his string of bad luck for a bit, only for S4 to ‘accidentally’ send the Strain in his direction (they swear they didn’t know he was over there, he didn’t show up on the map they had of everyone’s position on their PDAs) and now he has a cactus growing out of his head for the next two days.
Bandou’s at the bar bemoaning his fate, wondering who he pissed off, as Fushimi comes to pick up Yata to go drinking. Kusanagi slides Fushimi a water and quietly asks if Fushimi is mad at Bandou for some reason, Fushimi has no idea what he’s talking about. Later even Yata’s like you know that character Bandou described as being really new looking and plain, isn’t that like what you used to use in jungle and Fushimi just shrugs, he doesn’t like that guy but why would he want to waste his time making a worthless person’s day even worse. Yata’s like that’s kinda harsh but I guess it’s true, there’s no reason why you’d be mad at him, totally oblivious as Fushimi adds that they should play video games again with Homra some time, Fushimi’s been practicing.
#Fushimi Saruhiko#Bandou Saburota#Talking K#Fushimi would absolutely be so vindictive and petty this way#Bandou has no idea what happened here#why does the world hate him suddenly#really Fushimi is just mad Bandou made him look uncool in front of Misaki
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(Désolée pour le pavé, j'avais plus de choses à dire que je pensais)
I mean, I understand that the long anon wants to trust Q and the QSMP, because I truly think that we ALL want it to get better.
But I think our vision for "making things right" is just different.
Anon seems mostly focused on the people who are still in the project and how they're changing it for the better (i assume, for future employees) , while we tend to focus on the people who were kicked out and were never contacted again.
Us pointing out that the ex admins have been ghosted for 2 months is not "detail chasing" or "talking about past mistreatment" It's literally ongoing. And it is still mistreatment.
Maybe not everyone sees it that way, I guess. I'm sure some people think they're being impatient, or they don't deserve to be talked to because they're not in the project anymore, or even consider the ex employees newfound "fame" to be at their advantage, somehow. But even so, it doesn't change the fact that none of the whistle-blowers have seen any steps taken to compensate them, or even hear them, for the months of free labor and abuse. At least, as of now.
After all, the only promise Quackity made is that he'll make things right for the people working in Qstudio in the future. So far, he said nothing about the ex employees except vagueposting about "people who want to destroy the project".
We're allowed to be skeptic and even critical about how this is all handled. And we're allowed to express said skepticism online, where we can interact with others about it. Just like anon is allowed to express their support and trust in QStudio.
The problem comes, as usual, from parasocials of all extremes sending hate to everyone involved. And I do agree that this whole thing being public is mostly to blame for that.
I do think it's too bad that it didn't happen privately, but now, it's out, and the silver lining is that it allowed other ex employees to make their mistreatment heard without feeling like they're insane for it. After all, it's been months, and only now do we hear anything. It shows that the mental pressure to "dont talk to any of your colleagues and lay low or else" really stopped people from facing their abuse with the gravity it deserved.
And honestly, seeing how they're handling it rn, I doubt that Qstudio would have taken the right steps if it had been done 100% privately.
Like, maybe we're missing some legal context here, but why did Qstudio not explicitly ask for the ex-employees' testimonies yet? Even now, with a literal union repeatedly advising them to do so, they're not doing it.
They could make a separate email adress, share it privately to all ex employees and let them send their testimonies there. They dont have to acknowledge everything immediately. They dont have to say "we will solve this in one week". But ghosting such a large chunk of the people who made your project work and only allowing them to either completely shut up or go public is... a choice. So yeah, maybe going public was necessary for them to be heard. Idk. I'm just hoping things will get better soon on that front.
Agree with everything here so not much to add except maybe :
Really I think a lot of people are looking at it like : it’s okay things will be better starting now ! While forgetting that everything that happened before still need to be adresses and solved. Not even an opinion, as this can very well be a legal matter and a serious one at that. Can’t just go "oops sorry you guys were mistreated…Anyway we’ll move on without you towards better things" that’s not how it works 😵💫
And for the "it should have happened privately" argument I can’t anymore because yes, ideally this is how it would have gone down. But that’s not how it went, let’s move on and more importantly let’s not blame people who talked about it, as they would have been within their right to do so even if it was done with the primary intent to expose everything. Also "it should’ve blablabla" well Qstudios should have gotten their shit together from day one and yet ! What ifs will get us nowhere.
(Et t’inquiète pour le pavé, on a vu pire ici 😭)
#just le meme du screen snap avec écrit « ohlala il en avait des choses à dire il débit il veut pas s’arrêter 😂😂#c’est la ligne édito de ce blog
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Charlie is CANONICALLY, IN CONTEXT, some version of trans/nb and it is great
<3 sorry to say but if you disagree with that then you are just disagreeing with literal actual canon and might also be bad at media analysis!
Just because Charlie does not look directly into the camera and say "I, Charlie Kelly, identify as a trans person" doesn't mean that it is not CANNONICALLY TRUE.
He literally identifies as a woman occasionally. Sorry if you don't like that and not sorry if you don't like trans people existing in your media.
Does Charlie look like a complete weirdo when he says he only identifies as a woman when he goes to the bathroom? Uh yeah dude. That is because....Charlie Kelly? IS a complete weirdo. The joke here is not "lol trans women are freaks!" Its "charlie is a weirdo" and also (IN CONTEXT) "charlie is blurring the lines between what the gang thinks to be an Acceptable Trans Person and a Weirdo Trans Person". And in the end, the Gang has to concede to Charlie. They realize that the lines are SO BLURRY and SO UNDEFINIABLE that they determine the only way to make things fair is to create gender neutral bathrooms.
The ending of this episode is meant to be PRO-TRANS.
"But but but!" You may say "the whole point of the show is that they are bad people! Which MEANS that their debate is being framed to be ANTI-TRANS since they end up being accepting!"
Sorry but thats also false! And again, not good media analysis! Yes, The Gang are horrible people. But are they ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS in the wrong??? NO! They are not ALWAYS in the wrong! A stopped clock is right twice a day!!
Here's a great fucking example: The episode "Dee Gives Birth"
Y'all remember THIS MOMENT?
Awwww! This is beautiful, touching stuff! The Gang has their breath taken away by the idea of a baby being added to their weird little family. <3
But if the Gang is meant to be ALWAYS IN THE WRONG, then....this is saying what exactly?? That it's wrong to be emotionally touched by the birth of a child? No. Because that would make no fucking sense. (And also this is another huge pro-trans moment in the show. Dee's baby is adopted by Carmen and everyone agrees that she will be a wonderful mother)
Apply that same logic to The Gang Solves the Bathroom Problem and you can clearly see that the Gang are meant to be WEIRDOS but not CURRENTLY IN THE WRONG.
If your understanding of this show begins and ends with "The Gang is Always Wrong so anything they say and do must also Always be Wrong" then you have an extremely surface level take on it.
And y'know what else? Charlies gender is affirmed AGAIN in "A Womans Right to Chop" during the conversation with the veterinarian! Mac says that "Gender is so old school" and Charlie adds "Like, I dont even identify.,,.," before he trails off.
What could the ending of that sentence be, I wonder? What is the ONLY THING that could make sense IN CONTEXT that has already been confirmed previously about his gender???? If you cannot INFER THAT INFORMATION FROM THE CONTEXT OF THE CONVERSATION, then maybe you are not very good at picking up on subtext.
And again!!! The joke here isn't meant to be "haha they are dumb and so are trans people, dont they sound stupid?" The joke is "Mac and Charlie are having a bizarre debate about this dogs ability to give birth in front of a complete stranger and are forgoing dozens of societal conventions to do so" and "Mac and Charlie are projecting their own feelings about gender onto a dog whom is not even able to conceptualize gender".
Long story short: Charlie is canonically trans/nb and it was confirmed TWICE and it is not meant to be portrayed as a bad thing to be and the creators are all pro-trans so suck my fuck! If you don't like it, you can go jerk off ur friend dumpledore or something!!!
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i see a lot of talk going around about how the team were terrible to daisy after 5x14 and one person even said that it was basically a darvo situation, and i want to add my opinion to the pile, cause i disagree with that a lot. i also generally have a problem with how people tend to defend their favourite to the absolute while villainizing almost every other character in this discourse. they all deserve equal amounts of empathy.
lets get a few disclaimers out of the way first: from my perspective, what happened wasnt anyones fault, they were all victims in this situation. fitz cant be blamed for having a psychic split, daisy had every right and more to react the way that she did, thats not even a discussion. it was also just absolutely the right decision, fitz wasnt trustworthy anymore after that. he absolutely did care about what he did though, he mentioned how he was scared by how he still thought he did the right thing at least twice. thats not the same thing as being horrified at what he did exactly, but the reasons for his split didnt go away just because it happened, and this is about as close as you can get in this situation i think. i also think his whole " i didnt have a choice" shtick was more about him trying to make sense of what happened rather than trying to deflect blame, because he generally lacks empathy for other people a bit and getting defensive and not considering whether that is appropriate right now is perfectly in character for him (still terrible on his part despite all that though, and this is probably where the darvo thing comes from as far as it concerns him). now:
the way i see the aftermath of that episode is that with everything still happening, coulson gone and possibly (definitley, its hydra) being tortured for intel, the end of the world still fast approaching, and daisy still being convinced its somehow gonna be her fault (especially after having her powers restored), none of them could allow themselves to break right now. and crucially: noone blamed daisy for the way she reacted or attacked her for it. may thought she wasnt ready for coulsons job after literally just being tortured, and she was right about that, that was way too much pressure to put on her after that (despite that, i still think daisy did a good job, but she shouldnt have had to). mack agreed with daisy fully. simmons was definitley not okay anymore after what happened and acted increasingly irrationally. she just watched her husband torture her best friend while being held at gunpoint by a robot he programmed, after which daisy had no time to talk to her and fitz was locked in a cell and disillusioned about who he was. she was essentially alone to deal with the situation.
it doesnt excuse what she did, but i also dont think she wouldve acted the way she did if she was fully sane at that point. i mean, she risked swallowing literal acid because she thought she was invincible due to knowing she makes it past the worlds destruction. before this, she was very, starkly different. those are not the actions of someone whos secretly a sociopath like many regularly accuse her of being, theyre the actions of someone who has been pushed completely past their breaking point. as for yoyo, she lost her goddamn arms and was absolutely convinced that daisys path was going to lead to the entire worlds destruction. and that was what she was mad at daisy about.
this was the entire tragedy of that situation: its not a question of fault. they all acted terribly towards each other, and they all had good reasons for it, even if they were being unfair or vicious. it just happened.
so they all pushed what fitz did aside for the moment to focus on the mission, but its literally the main factor of what drove the team apart for the rest of the season, because daisy was focused on her interpretation of the prophecy and wasnt gonna trust fitz or anything he said anymore, simmons and yoyo were convinced he was right and felt daisy wasnt listening to them, and then they managed to scrape themselves back together as a team, just barely, and saved the world, losing both coulson and fitz in the process. in my headcanon the team patched up most of their differences after 5x22, based on how it ended, flashbacks and mentions from season 6 as well as the team being friendly with each other again, and the fact that this show isnt the kind to just ignore events like this, if things are radically different between seasons its safe to assume that stuff happened off screen, not that the writers were lazy. losing two members of their shared family probably also provided them with some perspective and reminded them of how much they all mean to one another.
and this hit all of them very hard, and they all dealt with it in their own way without involving the others. all of them, not just daisy. mack focused on his job 100%, may and elena helped him, simmons went to space to find fitz and daisy came with her because everything reminded her of coulson and theyre each others best friend. when they all came back together, they had managed to somewhat move on from what happened and probably werent to keen on bringing it up again. i mean we saw how sarge had them all bent out of shape because he had coulsons face. they were not over it. nevermind the fact that they had another alien invasion on their hands at the time.
#agents of shield#season 5#5x14#the devil complex#aos meta#fandom critical#daisy johnson#alphonso mackenzie#elena rodriguez#jemma simmons#leo fitz#melinda may#phil coulson#deke shaw
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you are not losing your mind by yourself about this. we are losing our minds together. 🤝. i went through the drama cds and made a list. es has hit every single male prisoner except, ironically, fuuta. (which is interesting, because fuuta tried to attack them twice in the first interrogation. instead of responding with violence, they just make fun of him.) that being said, here’s my Es Violence Compilation:
1. Haruka: Slapped “with all [their] might” for his self-deprecating comments. (Es got mad that he said they would abandon him.) First trial.
2. Haruka (again): Slapped for attempting to attack them and “being an idiot”. Second trial.
3. Shidou: Kicked in the shin (hard) for treating Es like a child and patting their head. First trial.
4. Mikoto: Smacked to wake him up after being knocked unconscious by Kotoko.
5. Kazui: Slapped in the face to prove a point after Kazui speculated that since they couldn’t attack Es, Es couldn’t attack them, either. (Understandable, given the initial panic caused by Kazui’s little stunt at the beginning.) First trial.
6. Kazui (again): Punched in the face (hard) for being condescending and staring at them. Second trial.
7. Amane: Held in place briefly to prove a point about her “God complex” or something.
8. Muu: Shoved away when she tried to shake them while they were having a breakdown over their identity and free will.
My main takeaway from this is that they don’t like to be touched. For starters, their reaction to Shidou patting their head is… genuinely worrying. Like… man (horse). Part of it is Es being mad about Shidou treating them like a child, but the shaken voice and shaky deep breaths following the little head pat are backstory crumbs, I can feel it. Probably. Also, after punching Kazui in the second trial, they say “it was an instinctive reaction.” The common denominator between these two events is Es saying “[Relieved sigh] I feel much better now.” (I compared the actual audio to double-check the translations I was reading. Es says “sukkiri” in both instances, which translates to “refreshing” or “I feel better”. It’s the kind of thing you say when you get a nice glass of water after being out in the sun for a while, or something. Very funny detail to me.) The other obvious instance that leads me to this conclusion is that time Es was having a breakdown during Muu’s first trial interrogation. Muu shakes them when they don’t respond, and they shove her away and shout, “Shut up! Don’t touch me!” (There’s a sound effect here that implies they gave her another shove or smacked her away from them, too.) Of course, the clearest problem presented by this incident is the fact that Es has a mental breakdown when asked if their decisions are made with their own free will, but I’m not focusing on that right now. I don’t know why I suddenly switched to proper capitalization and punctuation in this. I am filled with both dread and excitement at the prospect of learning more about Es’s backstory. There’s Something Going On There.
anon I want you to know that when I received this ask I practically exploded into fireworks out of sheer joy and delight. thank you for this addition!! thank you!! 💜
I dont have anything to add at this point in time because I think you did such a great job of succinctly putting this together... I completely agree with your analysis!
There's definitely Something Going On Here and I think we're slowly gonna be drip-fed crumbs of their backstory and it's our job to pay attention and piece it together. Unless of course they give us a huge infodump at the end of t3 and then I shall simply go feral on sight
You are so super cool by the way for going back and checking all the voice dramas!! I'm really grateful for this list it's a good reference so thanks again!! you're a legend ilu
#milgram#Es#analysis#ask#I wish I could put into words better how much I love this ask ;w; I am filled with whimsy and joy...#we are losing our minds together indeed 🤝#the sukkiri tidbit is making me laugh btw I love that for them asdfghjkl#also I saw ur extra ask and I think you got all the trials right?? I'm not seeing anything incorrect I think you're good dw!!#fav
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I hear u want to hear about WEIRD ANIMALS yes?
Well have i got a WEIRD ANIMAL for you!!
(i know u know about this cause. Its a bird. And also was in the bracket if i remember right (to be fair ive been just a TAD confused as to wich bird poll blog this is ever since u changed ur url lol), but i dunno maybe i can give u some new info! And maybe not, but hopefylly you'll put up with me anyway!)
I give you-
(Drumroll please..)
The
BEARDED
VULTURE!!!!!!
Anyway this is my FAVORITE. BIRD. And more people need to talk about her!!!!
So first of all there's the main thing they're known for - being the ONLY known vertabrate whose diet consists mainly (between 70 and 90 PERCENT!!!!!!) of BONE!!!!!!
ALSO however! This bird is POSSIBLE evidence of non-human animal using COSMETICS!!!! Y'see, they are naturally mostly white in coloration, but they roll in iron-rich mud and dust, thus dyeing their feathers a rich red color! Interestingly, Bearded Vultures, a primarily solitary and somewhat territorial animal, seem to be more respectful of and submissive to others of their species who have more red to their feathers. Though it is worth noting, as these birds live in very high altitudes, that we havent been able to observe them in the wild enough to prove the connection between dyed hue and perceived dominance.
Also i seem to remember in some poll (genuinely cant remember if it was urs or not) the Bearded Vulture was beat by a bird whose main notable trait was commiting fratricide - something that the Bearded Vulture ALSO does! The mother lays two eggs, one egg hatches about a week before the other, and upon the second egg hatching one chick (almost always the older one) kills and eats the other. I dont usually share that bit cause it would turn a lot of folks off from my Favorite Bird Ever but it really bothered me how that poll went down lol (lighthearted) (not actually mad)
Anyway, uuuuhhhh i think thats it -
-WAIT!!!!! I just remembered something else about them!!!!!
So they eat bones right? And some bones are to big to swallow yeah? So, like any strong-legged bird would, they pick up the too-big bones, fly way up high, and then drop them on rocks to break them into edible peices.
Seems pretty normal yeah?
Well (allegedly) they also do that to turtles/turtles to access the meat on rare occasion.
Still not that weird? I completely agree!
However, (allegedly) a Bearded Vulture once killed a greek playwright by the name of Aeschylus by mistaking his bald head for a rock and dropping a tortoise on it from a great height!
Anyway yeah thats all the main things
Except you know, for their apearance
(Why are their EYES like that? Ive tried to look it up but cant find anything. Some of the PRETTIEST (round-pupiled) eyes in the animal kingdom tho, no question)
Anyways yeah, sorry if this is all stuff u already knew, but, uh. YEAH!!!
Thanks for letting me rant about my funky lil guy!!!
I DID KNOW ALL OF THIS ALREADY BUT I LOVE YOUR ENTHUSIASM AND I LOVED READING ALL OF IT AGAIN!!! Bearded vultures are so darn pretty. Also you can be genuinely bothered with how a poll went down, I’m still a bit upset with the results of my first bracket. (final girl showdown) 😔
I keep thinking of things I could add on but you’ve pretty much said it all! I guess I could say that the bearded vulture is a card in Inscryption? The power is equal to one half of the player’s bones. I like that little detail.
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i absolutely love the domestic thoughts w taehyun and his kitty (T_T)
and i do agree like maybe taehyun wouldn't be that mean, but in the days leading up to ur heat, kitty is definitely a lil more spicy than bratty.
like straight up hissing at him when u dont get ur way, and u never hiss unless ur heat is near. ur not even aware ur getting more sensitive, and honestly he knows u better than u do, so sometimes he just lets u slide but not without a firm voice and a stern look ugh can u imagine taehyun's voice UGHHH (♡∀♡)
anw he absolutely prepares for ur heat to the book bc he's a responsible owner and read his manual ahem ( ͡°³ ͡°) kai so when one night he came home and the house is dark and ur not rushing to greet him, he has an intuition that ur heat has begun.
he carefully sets down his things, cleans up and enters his room to see that yes, of course, his sheets have been stripped down to the mattress, but ☝ he's completely calm and collected and he just replaces them w another one.
he hears the pained whimpers and hushed sobs coming from the closet as he nears it, when he opens it his heart throbs and so does something else, ur curled up in a mess of sheets and clothes and ur own sweat, u reach ur grabby hands out to him, begging him through bleary eyes, for his help more than anything.
it's like you can see him read the owner manual in his eyes when he sees you, but there's just something about his kitty so ruined without him even being in ur presence. he knows he should be gentle especially w ur heightened senses during this time, but needless to say, something has awakened in him.
he didn't mean to make u cum 9 consecutive times, neither did he mean for the amount of marks he left all over ur body, but the way ur heat basically melted ur brain and left u a moaning pliant doll has him fucking round after round into the morning, also there's so much more slick that ur hot and tight pussy produces, it could put his old ways to shame...
he meets up w the other boys one night after getting radio silence from him for days, and he tells them about what happened. beomgyu, the lil smug bitch who was first to get a hybrid just says, once u go hybrid u don't go back 😇
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not taehyun fixing his sheets first LOL priorities be like n pretty sure the majority of people on this blog r here for u 🐱 n we live for it ahaha also damn 9 times :0
hmmm my thoughts~~ ugh imagine just spending the weekend like that >< okay but to add like i bet taehyun realizes when u start hissing to start cooking extra n feeding u more bc he doesn’t want u to get hungry for more than him during ur heat ahaha he’s such a caring dom also taehyun coming to that meet w a shit ton of scratches ugh he had it coming but like hehe he lives for it
beomgyu u smug shit ugh his n jjuns daily is like hybrids in heat oof anyways now this concept is stuck in my brain goddamnit also we don’t talk about kais total failure to read the manual like unprepared for real um LIKE IDK WHAT TO SAY ITS SO GOOD 🐱
i think this blog is now a taehyun n cat hybrid cult LEL this is such a thing now ahahaha
#taehyun’s kitty#taehyunnie <3#🐱 anon#oof like man he’s hot#he’s HOT with his cat hybrid#mille.inbox#mille.anon#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts
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