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serverusslaype · 6 months

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just a random short angsty, sort of fluffy one-shot, Severus Snape x professor!reader

i just wrote this right now because im in an angsty sort of mood, and i wanted to post something. i miss you guys, and i am now currently writing part 14 to shameless!! woo!! that break did my brain well. i feel refreshed hehe. <3 thank you for giving me some tips on how to get rid of that godforsaken writer's block, good lord. i hated it. but i'm free now, until next time ;)

this is a drabble/one-shot so it's sort of vague-ish, so yeah, if there's any mistakes or anything i'm sorry. ;(

(i also didn't put the taglist since it isn't part of the shameless fic! just in case you wondered!)

warnings: mentions of cheating

"If it makes you stop crying," Snape began hesitantly as he stared at your tear-stained face, frowning with a scrunched nose of what seemed like disgust. "We can go back to my office, and I'll make you some tea." He said, shoulders rising and falling slowly as he sighed. Watching you be so sad and cry wasn't something Snape was fond of, and it was effecting him - more than he wanted to admit. He just hoped you'd accept his request of making you some tea, then perhaps he could figure out what was making you so upset, and punish the culprits. Snape had always had a little soft-spot for you ever since you'd joined Hogwarts as a professor a year or so ago. Usually he didn't feel such a way towards younger, new professors, however, your kind and sweet aura had him unexpectedly mesmerised the moment you'd introduced yourself to him. The Potions Master wasn't exactly sure why he felt this way towards you so soon, but he knew it couldn't be good - the last time he felt something like this was back when he was a child.

You looked up, still sobbing quietly, managing to slip a confused frown upon your face. "Tea?" You repeated quietly with a sniffle, pausing for a moment to ponder on Snape's offer. "...Tea would be nice."

You hadn't expected to bump into your usually gloomy, rude colleague whilst having what you thought was going to be a private breakdown after learning that your partner had cheated on you with your best friend. Almost two years down the drain, just like that. Snape had accidentally walked in on you hunched over your desk, crying hopelessly. He was about to walk away when you'd heard a deep sigh, startling you. And here you were. Being offered tea by him.

"Let's go then." Snape said with a flat tone, looking away from your sad eyes, unable to withstand the pain that was gathering in his chest.

You were at least two or three cups of tea down when you'd finally explained everything to Snape. From the start of your relationship to the unexpected demise. It dug up old, painful memories, and you were crying again.

"What's wrong with me?" You sobbed, taking another sip of the tea that Snape had made you; hot tears soaking your cheeks and dripping into the cup. Another deep, frustrated sigh slipped from Snape again as he watched you from his desk with a sad frown upon his pale features. "I don't get it," you sniffled, gripping the handle of the tea cup with white knuckles, "did I do something wrong?"

No, you couldn't do anything wrong, Snape wanted to say. He wanted to tell you how wrong you were, and how perfectly good you truly were. But he knew you wouldn't listen, and so he kept quiet, only muttering in disagreement.

"I doubt that, Y/N." Snape mumbled, though you didn't give him much time to say anything else before you stumbled into a self-deprecating rant.

"Maybe I wasn't worth it, I mean, it's not like I'm anything... special," you laughed dryly, avoiding Snape's cold eyes, "maybe I'm just the girl that everyone dates before they find their true love. I'm the girl that they use to find the one, I don't have any good qualities, I'm a pushover, and-"

Snape inhaled sharply, "Stop it, Y/N!" He bellowed, slamming a hand down on the desk that the two of you were sat at. Instantly, you went silent, your mouth hanging open in shock as your heartbeat suddenly sped into an incredibly fast pace. You glanced up at Snape with wet and wide eyes, startled by his unusual outburst.

"Severus-"

"No, Y/N," he held up a hand, silencing you, "you're wrong about yourself. You are special." Snape sighed, moving his hand to massage his temples. You couldn't believe what was coming out of this man's mouth. "You're more than enough. Your ex was clearly a fool to do such a thing to you. In fact, I can't fathom why they would choose your friend over you." Snape said with a stern tone, clearly distressed. Your mouth still hung open as you stared at him, flabbergasted. "You're kind, sweet, considerate, and your heart is twice the size than it should be."

"I..." You uttered quietly, staring at Snape, evidently speechless. He shut his eyes momentarily, suddenly realising what he'd just said. Yet another deep sigh slipped from his heaving chest, rendering you silent.

"You..." Snape stumbled, avoiding your eyes. There was no way he could look at you right now. He'd just opened the floodgates on what he truly thought of you. He probably looks like a right blithering idiot.

The room went quiet, and the two of you sat there in what felt like a somewhat-comfortable silence, taking the moment to acknowledge what had just happened.

You stared at the man opposite you, a sudden and unusual warmth blooming in your chest. For the first time since you'd met him, you took the opportunity to truly look at him. Snape's black eyes glittered in the low, soft amber light from his candles as he reluctantly glanced up at you, pressing his lips into an awkward thin and flat line. His shoulders rose a tad, tensing as he inhaled, and he shifted his gaze to the desk again. Clearly, he was unsure on how to navigate this current moment.

A tiny smile picked at the corners of your lips as you looked at him. "Thank you." You whispered, glancing down at his splayed out hands. Taking a chance, you reached out your own hand and placed it atop of one of his, feeling it flinch. Snape's eyes darted up to yours, and he returned your smile, though it seemed a little awkward.

Snape didn't say anything to you, he only nodded gently before pulling his hand back to himself after a few long moments, clearing his throat.

"Well, since you've stopped crying," he began, sitting up straight in his chair, "we can assume I've done a good job." A little chuckle escaped you, and it caused a loose, genuine smile to erupt on Snape's face. You noticed it, but chose not to say anything, instead silently admiring how well it suited him.

"Now I know who to come to when I'm sad." You joked lightly, and as quickly as the smile had arrived on his lips, it disappeared. You laughed, feeling a tad lighter. Though the awful situation still sat within you like a dead weight, waiting to be dealt with, it felt good to smile and laugh, especially with a man you thought to be devoid of such emotions.

"I don't think-"

"Thanks, Severus." You cut him off with a bright smile, making his heart flutter. Perhaps he would wander past your classroom a little more often than before.

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graychrissy · 4 months

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🌊Digital Detox + Egyptians lucid dreaming method 🌊

Idk what to put on the title of this post so I wrote digital detox and I have copy pasted the main lines.

In the ancient Egypt the Egyptians use to have lucid dreaming alot and it was extremely easy for for them not just Egyptians but it was also mention ancient Indian scriptures.

You’re probably wondering ‘what’s the secret’? The real problem is often NOT your technique. It’s actually another issue that no amount of techniques, articles, reality checks, supplements or uncomfortable masks is going to fix. It’s your ‘inner game’. Specifically, your subconscious motivation and reward circuits, and ‘dopamine cycle’. Travel in your mind for a second, to ancient Egypt.

There were no smart phones, internet connections, computer animated action movies or virtual reality headsets.

Your brain back then would have produced a healthy amount of dopamine as a reward for pretty basic things like eating, working, exploring, and taking some time to relax or meditate

Now our average attention spans are literally less than 7 SECONDS. It’s probably a lot lower than that, and It’s declining every single year with the rise of new, highly addictive and stimulating social media apps and platforms. When was the last time you meditated for over 90 minutes? Have you ever? I’m not saying you have to do that to lucid dream, but this sort of practice was very common 5000 years ago. In fact, it was weird NOT to do that. And herein lies the main problem.

Your brain is ‘fried’ with an overly stimulated dopamine pathway. Dopamine is the neurotransmitter that stimulates the feeling of WANTING to keep doing something. It’s the reason you keep scrolling through Instagram, or keep refreshing your Facebook feed to see if there are any new comments or notifications. But it’s also the SUBCONSCIOUS reason you aren’t able to lucid dream easily. In the last decade especially, there have been billions of dollars spent by big tech to essentially ‘addict you’ to their platforms. Why? Money. The more time and energy you spend on platforms like that, the more money they make. So the task has been given to artificial intelligence. The AIs often just get trained and told a few basic things: 1: Get people to spend more time on the platform 2: Get people to keep coming BACK to the platform as often as possible The ‘AI’ pays almost NO attention to what that would do to your mental health, attention span, motivation, emotions, or really anything else. Much LESS attention is paid to the effect it has on your ability to focus, or do things like, say, lucid dream. Now, the ‘dopamine cycle’ is one part of the problem, but it’s actually pretty easy to fix. There are several little pieces to what I call the ‘modern brain puzzle’. Things that just weren’t a problem 5000 years ago. You can see some of this playing out in children today. On average, children or people under the age of 15, find it MUCH easier to lucid dream than adults do. It’s because at that age, their dopamine system has not been damaged too much. This is of course changing now, as more and more children are having access to smartphones, but it’s an interesting point. In fact not only does the dopamine problem affect your ability to lucid dream, it also affects your ability to WANT to lucid dream (consciously and subconsciously). Specifically I’m talking about your motivation and focus. And you guessed it, there’s your number one cause of problems when trying to meditate, practice techniques like the WILD, or recall your dreams.

After reading this paragraph or stanza whatever,I noticed something,as a kid I had lucid dreams alot with just putting intentions.

My first lucid dream was at around 7-8 years old,and I was sinking when I realised I was dream and I tried controlling my dream and even succeeded,and I was probably there for about 10 minutes playing with underwater creatures and mermaids.

And till 7 grade I use to have alot of lucid dreams but after that I was allowed to use phone and so I was always invested in phone like all the time. By the way lucid dream was pretty normal for me and I pretty much forgot about it and never really paid attention to lucid dreaming. And then I rarely had any lucid dreams, probably 4 times ever since 8 grade and I've noticed every time I lucid dream it's always whenever I don't use any social media.

In 9 grade my phone was taken again because my mother noticed my social media addiction. And after few months I again start to lucid dream for fun easily and effortlessly but during COVID I was again allowed to have my phone and then a new laptop so now my life was revolving around social media again and for the past few year I only lucid dream whenever I don't get to use my phone more then 2 days.

Idk bout y'all but I wasn't allowed to use phones or laptop till 8th grade so the only thing I knew was TV which I only watched after coming home so like my mind was most of the te bored because I didn't had anything to keep it entertain which made it easy for me to observe around looking for things to do.

So how can you reverse the ‘dopamine problem’ and several of the other issues modern life has created? By the way: This is NOT about destroying your phone and going back to live in a cave. There are actually several powerful habits you can install, that will let you KEEP using your phone, laptop etc, but without these harmful effects. Here’s the simple solution to more lucid dreams: 1. Reverse engineer your life and remove distractions, manipulation, ‘dopamine hijacking’ and harmful blue light exposure from your daily routine (along with some other ‘problem patterns’) 2. Get inside your subconscious brain and rewire yourself to WANT to practice lucid dreaming, and to effortlessly do reality checks at the right time, without even trying 3. Learn powerful ‘all day awareness’ and ‘lucid living’ techniques that give your brain superpowers in the fight 4. On top of THAT foundation, learn the most effective techniques and concepts, use our tools to stay motivated, and experience lucid mastery within 14 days. Let’s dive a little bit deeper: First, you have to ‘reverse engineer’ the problem. This can be complicated if you don’t know what you’re doing, but we’ve laid everything out step by step for you. If dopamine addiction is part of the problem, we have to break that addiction first. Then comes your mindset, and your motivation pathways. You need to actually feel GOOD when you practice these things. I see so many people saying they’re struggling to remember to do reality checks, or they just don’t want to wake up at ‘weird times’ to practice. Don’t worry, you won’t have to. It will feel good, and you’ll ENJOY practicing these things. Next, your subconscious mind. It’s SO important to fix your internal beliefs about lucid dreaming, because the chances are you have ‘internal blocks’ about becoming lucid. They’re easy to pick up, but a bit harder to ‘unlearn’. The system shows you how to ‘unlearn’ them, and install new, powerful and self affirming beliefs into your mind. This gives your brain lots more motivation to keep trying. Now, one of the most common things I hear people say is that they can’t REMEMBER to keep doing reality checks. It’s linked to the dopamine problem we mentioned earlier, but it’s also connected to a few other psychological principles that we’ll get onto. We’ll give you a new framework to ENJOY reality checks, remember them without any annoying reminders, and actually get them to SHOW UP in your dreams, 9 out of 10 times. And then finally, we’ll build the most effective techniques, methods and concepts on top of that new, strong foundation. Of course, I’m simplifying this here, but that’s the outline.

Here are some videos that may help.

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If you want to know more about it or get the steps to lucid dream you can buy the book or go through a long step to get it for free but the procedure is very long and probably only for Iphone user.

You find some good articles ways to do the 'reverse dopamine' thingy.(I donot trust my research on this topic cuz I got confuse)

You may use Adambja's tape to reprogram your subconscious and this hacking the matrix tape the comments under the video was so good and I found this tape on someone's success story. You can use this two tapes to reprogram your subconscious and of course psych-k.

This is pretty much all you need digital detox,observing your surroundings and subconscious reprogramming to change your belief or assumptions.

And this will make you even more motivated that you are working on your goals as many of us have the access of devices it's hard for us to keep up with all this method and it's not like we are always busy if we are we wouldn't be scrolling through Tumblr and Pinterest all the time. If you read the the copy pasted part you'll see what I mean.

Edit: I forgot to mention it 🥲 if we follow do this we CAN HAVE lucid dream everyday.

Egyptians lucid dreaming tea

This will be quick,so I went to my aunt's place with my mother and my aunt's ran out of tea powder/leaves so she used her daughter's blue lotus tea and after getting home I took a nap and I HAD A FOKING LUCID DREAM,so basically I didn't knew that it was the tea until I was doing some research on LD and found out that in ancient Egypt they use Blue Lotus tea and I found some review about it on YouTube and people had very vivid dreams aswell. This tea basically put you in REM which y'all probably know about.

But I don't like tea😐,so if anyone have interest you can try I honestly want to but my hate for tea is on top on the list of top 5 things I hate,you can find them online people even use Blue Lotus in vape😐not encourageling y'all to smoke but if anyone does you can.

#Youtube #ancient lucid dream #blue lotus #tea #lucid dreaming tea #shifting #void state #void #manifest

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oneatlatime · 4 months

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The Guru

Happy 2024 everyone and welcome to the first time I managed to type 2024 without first typing 2023! Oh and also a write up of The Guru. That too.

Me too Iroh. Me too.

So Zuko is riding high on that post-crisis 'time to get my life together' buzz that, similar to 3 am life plans, should absolutely not be listened to. Wonder how long before he crashes and burns? There's literally 2 episodes left, so I'm guessing one and a half?

Poor Sokka. My boy's got anxiety.

I don't know if it's a monk thing, an airbender thing, an Avatar thing, or an Aang thing, but I envy his complete lack of nerves.

How is Appa ok with them splitting up for a week after JUST getting them back?

I paused in a funny place. Have bonk-eyed Appa.

I love them comparing heights. What do you want to bet that that guy on the right was one of the youngest allowed to go fight, and Sokka made a big deal about how they're almost the same age and surely that means he can go too, right?

A lot of these Southern Water Tribe people have dreads or braids. That's neat.

Bato's arm is still messed up. That's some good continuity.

I've found the source of Katara's cheek bones. I guess Sokka takes after his mum.

Ok I know this is a really emotional moment (and it is! Sokka's spent two seasons earning this!) but my brain fixated on the furs and briefly thought they were sky bison pelts.

"It's been a difficult week for me." This guy thinks the Kyoshi Warriors are there to provide him therapy. Someone please just crown the bear instead.

He just gave away literally every relevant plot point AND outlined how to make sure all these plot points don't succeed. Crown. The. Bear.

Maybe if these generals spent less time playing with their giant model Earth Kingdom and more time general-ing, the war wouldn't suck so much?

Pretty.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE the designs, the colour palette, the music, the sound design of this air temple. I love everything about it. If I had the chance to live anywhere in the Avatar universe, it would be here. Even in its ruined state it's such a refreshing contrast to the claustrophobia of Ba Sing Se. I can feel the freshness of the breeze through the screen.

"A spiritual brother of your people" an adult perspective on a near extinct culture! What a resource!

"and a personal friend of Monk Gyatso" an old as balls perspective. He's got to be at least 130.

Anthropology cul de sac time: this guy is so valuable as a resource on the Air Nomads. There's probably parts of Air Nomad culture that Aang can't ever accurately talk about, because he was a kid when he left, and there was almost certainly stuff that the adults kept to themselves, or only shared with the older Air Nomads. This Guru doesn't seem to be an Air Nomad himself, but there's a good chance that there is knowledge that he has, that Aang doesn't. Aang should be nerding out more about this. I'll do the nerding out for him.

Aang just breezes right by that Gyatso name drop like it's nothing. Huh.

Oh hey Toph. I'd forgotten she was in a box. Tweedle dum and Tweedle dumber really are quite the pair. What's their plan for keeping her fed and watered? Actually, these guys apparently don't know that maps exist, so it's probably never occurred to them that humans need sustenance. They'll rock up to the Bei Fong estate with corpse Toph and wonder why they aren't getting the reward money.

Mai gets called out in-universe for shopping at Hot Topic.

Ty Lee's buttering up of Azula is getting less and less subtle as the season progresses. It's a testament to Azula's lack of awareness that she's hasn't noticed that, and that Ty Lee can get away with it.

Azula's right that it's an extraordinary opportunity. The King gave them quite literally every piece of info required to overthrow his kingdom in a 25 second conversation. I can't blame her for taking advantage of such an easy win.

That's a very effective unimpressed face. And a very impressive beard.

It's funny to see a spiritual concept from the real world pop up in a show that includes things like bending and giant fish possession. The mention of Chakras kind of sticks out. They couldn't invent a Avatar universe version?

"Once you begin this process, you cannot stop until all seven are open." Well that doesn't feel like foreshadowing at all.

This episode should be called "Aang's self-care Journey." It's about time the kid had a me day that wasn't avoidance-based.

Fear: Losing Katara - makes sense. Losing control of his powers via fish possession - makes sense. The Fire Lord - makes sense. But the Blue Spirit? He helped. Doesn't make sense.

Guilt: Running away - makes sense, although I thought he'd worked through that with Katara in the storm. Nuking that idiot General's base - makes sense, but boy did he quite literally ask for it.

This guru is saying some wonderfully accurate, and realistic, things. I love that he's not taking the Katara route of denying anything is wrong. He's going for the acknowledge, then heal route. And yes, it's unfair of me to compare the emotional maturity of Katara to a century+ old spiritual expert.

I'm going to ruin the immersion here and point out that Sokka's dad's voice actor voiced a bunch of characters in season 1. He's doing an excellent job, but couldn't they get a unique voice for a character that's so important (albeit offscreen) to Sokka?

That's an incredibly roundabout way of avoiding pointing out that the Southern Water Tribe are active participants in a bloody war. Sure, we can show multiple characters with visible scarring from horrific burns, but heaven forbid we imply that the Southern Water Tribe sinks ships. The parameters for what is and isn't appropriate on this show sometimes make no sense.

"Aren't you listening? I said the rest of you men get ready for battle." He hasn't seen his boy in two years, but fifteen minutes in his company and he knows exactly what needs to be said and how. That's some top tier parenting. Dad of the year. Dad of the century. Only decent Dad in this show that isn't technically an uncle.

"Follow your passion Zuko, and life will reward you." Great advice for your eight year old audience. Also a great way to end up unemployed.

Positive Sokka creeped me out a few episodes ago. Now positive Zuko is freaking me out too.

Pretty.

Back to Chakras! Shame: Burning Katara - makes sense. But that's it? To have the inner peace of mind of a twelve year old who's somehow only ever done one thing that he's ashamed of.

Is there anyone in the earth kingdom who isn't stupid? Once again wondering at the network's standards. Visible burn injuries are fine, but Mai can't say 'Shut up." It's got to be Shush up. Although I do seem to recall of brief time in the early 2000s when Shut Up was treated as a curse on par with Shit or Fuck. Maybe that was just at my school.

Chakras again! Even for a show that often has an A, B, and C plot, this narrative is ping ponging around a bit much.

Grief: nothing major, just a whole nation. Makes a horrific amount of sense. but I don't buy that he can get over grieving the whole world as he knew it by thinking about his crush. That's way too high a pedestal for Katara to be placed on.

Lies: Not accepting he's the Avatar. Interesting that not accepting that he's the Avatar and not accepting that he's a firebender are two different problems.

I see you reusing the opening credits footage. Your blue filters can't fool me.

PRETTY

Illusion: So we're relearning what we learned in The Swamp. Aang's probably the person currently alive least likely to believe in the rigid separation of the nations anyway. This doesn't feel like an illusion he's subject to?

The way this episode dances between its narrative threads is so great. It's all woven in so beautifully. And this makes perfect sense! Toph's spent her life secretly doing things excellently that everyone says are completely beyond her capabilities. Life has taught her that the statement "you are not able to" doesn't apply. Of course immutable laws of bending physics are treated with the same respect as an adult telling the champion of the Earth Rumble that she's can't earthbend beyond breathing exercises. If you told her that humans can't fly, she'd figure out how within the week.

Plot collision incoming.

Interesting that Katara initially recognises Zuko by his voice rather than his scar.

I'm pretty sure that Zuko and Iroh don't know about the whole brainwashing thing, but wouldn't it be hilarious if Zuko introduced himself to Katara as Joo Dee, and his uncle Joo Dee, welcome to the Jasmine Dragon, can I take your order? That would throw Katara into one hell of a moral quandary.

Katara being framed as the solution for Chakra number four comes back to bite Aang, as she's the problem in Chakra number seven. I knew that pedestal was too high.

I've changed my mind. This episode should actually be called "Half a dozen reasons why everyone should just learn to keep their goddamn mouths shut already."

So is anyone going to let Zuko and Iroh know that they're now in immediate danger and need to leave, like, yesterday?

I think the Guru is going for the whole 'if you love them, let them go, and they'll come back to you' thing. Don't cling, in other words. But for the sake of the plot he's suddenly lost his ability to explain Chakras in a way that makes them seem like the logical thing to do. The only clunky bit of this episode so far.

May I introduce you to our Lord and Saviour Toph?

"I am the greatest earthbender in the world." Yes. Yep. Yeah. That's now a quantifiable fact, and it's correct. Look on ye mighty and despair. She's even got Bumi beat.

Earth Tongue Running is a bit wonky looking but it covers a crazy amount of distance.

What's the range on Toph's earth sense? Can she sense what direction Ba Sing Se is?

I hope those two idiots' horse bird is ok.

"You don't know how much this means to me dad." He does. Very much so.

Every word out of this guy's mouth is precision engineered to make Sokka feel like a million bucks and I for one think it's about time someone built him up. Also, seeing this makes me realise how few good parents there are in this show. It's a trope of kids' adventure shows that the parents fundamentally can't be there, but I also think it's a commentary on yet another thing that this war has messed up.

Hey look! Being a man is knowing where you're needed the most, and right now that's in Ba Sing Se, protecting your sister! I love narratives that tie their themes up with a pretty bow on top.

This is Azula laying a trap, right? Which means that Katara squealed to someone about the exact location of Iroh and Zuko's tea shop. Don't like the implications of that.

Photos taken seconds before disaster.

Final Thoughts

This episode was a lot! I mean that in a good way! But I felt a bit like the Maxell Blown Away Guy, the way I kept getting assaulted by yet another plot thread. Don't get me wrong, this isn't a criticism. I think the switching between plot threads and the amount of info in this episode worked 99% of the time. But I'm kind of in awe at the balancing act the writers pulled off and I'm sort of sitting here blinking a bit trying to fit all this stuff in my head. I'm probably going to forget half the stuff I wanted to talk about in this write up, so here goes nothing.

Given the Azula reveal in at the end of last episode, I thought that this would be the episode where the shit hits the fan. I was wrong. I'm glad I was wrong. An episode of set up is required and is nice breathing room, even an episode as busy as this. And I got to leave Ba Sing Se! But this does mean that next episode is going to be calamity after calamity.

Aang and his Chakras: I'm fascinated by this guru. I hope he comes back. That brings the total number of people who were alive before the war started up to three: Aang, Bumi, Guru Patik.

I'm impressed that the run through of the Chakras rarely felt like an info dump. The onion and banana juice thing didn't work for me, but I'm sure it worked for people in the target age bracket. Kids love burp jokes.

So many shows sprinkle in tragic backstories for flavour and then never have them influence the character in the present. It was a nice contrast to see a show take a whole episode to tell Aang "yeah all that sucked. It's ok to feel down about it. Here's how you move forward."

Sokka and his dad: Love it. Love it so much. I love seeing Sokka built up, and he definitely deserves it, but I wonder if this is the reward for a character arc well done, or the set up for a character arc that's about to start? Is his dad's praise his prize for crossing the finish line, or is it so he's built up with farther to fall?

I loved seeing more of the Southern Water Tribe. I loved the fashion. There's a lot of variety in accessories and variations on a few basic elements like those knee guard things. I loved their hairstyles. I loved how cozy and communal that command tent felt. I loved their ships. I wonder how often these guys work out, that they can make loading ramps that are presumably deployed and stashed out of the way frequently, out of whole logs rather than planks. I have a bone to pick with the child-friendly sea mine. But it provides a good set up for a dad joke, so I'll let it slide.

Zuko and Iroh: Of course the one time Zuko is allowed to be in a good place, it's so that he and Iroh both have farther to fall when the inevitable happens. Poor guy just can't catch a break. I'd be mad at Azula for the party crashing that I'm assuming she'll do next episode, but it's been established that Zuko has all nice things taken away from him as soon as he gets them, and I can't blame Azula for being a tool of the universe.

Azula & Long Feng: Azula's acting in Long Feng's prison cell was miles ahead of what Long Feng was doing in front of the Earth King, so I'm wondering if Long Feng has bitten off more than he can chew. Also: conspiring with the enemy to bring down your own city just so you can reinstall yourself as the power behind the throne that will presumably cease to exist as soon as the Fire Nation takes control? That is both treasonous beyond description and an incredible case of shooting yourself in the foot. What's Long Feng's plan here?

Toph and the Dunderheads: it says something about the consistency of Toph's characterisation from her introduction onwards that she breaks the universe this episode and my reaction was "that's neat." It's obviously a huge moment, but of course Toph can do that. Toph can do anything. More importantly, Toph knows that Toph can do anything, so Toph routinely does do anything, especially things she shouldn't be able to do. If you had asked me a few episodes back which character would be most likely to fundamentally redefine bending, I would have said Toph, since she's already fundamentally redefined bending with her earth sense sonar vision.

Also Toph just breaks stuff. Things that come into contact with her cease to function as intended and instead function as Toph requires. Look at the two idiots: both successful business owners, one also a successful hoodwinker of the richest family around. But they come into contact with Toph and their brains take an extended vacation.

Katara & the Generals: this plot was more like an extension of Azula's plot than its own standalone thing. You can't blame her for spilling the news about Zuko and Iroh to someone she honestly thought was Suki. Not much else to say about it, although it's cute that she asks for a table for two at the tea shop. Momo gets a chair!

I like that there's a theme this episode of things going wrong despite the best intentions. No one's acting maliciously here apart from the Antagonists. The Earth King is having an honest chat with people he thought were friends. Sokka vouched for people he honestly thought were the Kyoshi Warriors. Katara shares information about a presumed threat with people she honestly thought were her allies. You can quibble with the wisdom of some of these decisions, but there were all done with good intentions. The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry and all that. It brings to mind that Star Trek quote about how you can do everything right and still lose. And this set up is going to hit harder when whatever goes wrong next episode happens. And something will go wrong. A few months ago I figured that the Season 2 finale would be a triumph, but all signs are pointing towards a tragedy instead.

This episode was visually stunning, the soundtrack in the Air Temple sections especially was very evocative, and I applaud the minds that could juggle that many plot threads at once without dropping any. This one is definitely going on my rewatch list.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #the guru

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echoisbabe · 2 months

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Starved

Commander Wolffe x Reader

This is like after sex pollen? I’m not very good at writing smut so it basically hints at it. So nsfw?

Rushed ending because I’m exhausted and trying to write with a concussion is hard 🙃 hope everyone that reads enjoys and my request are open!

The mission had been a success, a wonderful experience until it wasn’t. You had never encountered such a powerful, yet deadly plant before. No text in the Jedi temple had prepared you for it. No amount of meditation could have prevented it, or help you understand. You wish a black hole could swallow you up but that isn’t likely to happen.

Walking the halls of the Triumphant felt like a task. With each sluggish step you took felt like you took two steps backwards, if that makes sense. Oh, nothing makes sense anymore. Your heart beats like a drum in your chest, but reminds you that you’re okay, you made it out alive. You had Wolffe to thank for that as well.

Wolffe had been the one to follow you into the jungle. You had been advised to wait for the guide to take you and the troopers back to the village but you were impatient. Why couldn’t you have just waited? What had been so important that you just had to go? Skipped right into the jungle like you knew everything.

You are partly glad it had been him and not one of the others. Partly because of your feelings for him, oh maker, your feelings for him had been amplified ten fold due to the effects of the plant. You had never seen him look so… so unsure, anxious even. He had stumbled towards you, his hands looked to have a shake in them.

“Wolffe, please” you remember the whine in your voice, the desperate tone laced with each word that came spilling from your mouth. His hands had cradled your face, his touch delicate but erupted a fire inside of you.

The sudden need for him, left him speechless. He stuttered over his word like all his training had gone within the instant he knew you were in trouble. You had confessed to everything, your feelings, your wants, your needs. In that moment it was him, he was the very thing that had breathed life into you. His touch awakening things that you had long forgotten.

Your door swooshing open brought you back to the present. You didn’t even remember putting the code in but you did. Once inside and the door had shut behind you, you begin to undress. Your body aches in ways it’s never ached before. Taking your time to get inside your refresher before pressing a few buttons and the water begins to rain down on you.

“I love you!” The words had clawed their way out from the deepest parts of you. You had crumbled in his arms begging for more, begging for him. He had been such a beautiful sight, one you can selfishly say is yours and yours alone.

However, you remember how your name had sounded coming from his mouth. How he repeated it like a mantra. His eyes had never left yours, its etched into your brain. You are sure it’ll be a lasting memory that you would revisit over and over again.

“Cyar’ika, oh maker, I love you” his words had been enough for you to come undone for him, and only him. He had been so gentle the first time but it wasn’t enough.

There’s a slight sting on your shoulder, and you bring your fingers to run over the surface of the mark. He had bitten you and a small smile forms on your lips. You didn’t even realize he done it. You are sure there are more marks littered along your body marks he had given you.

Once out of the refresher, you dress in your Jedi robes. You slowly sit on the floor. Trying to think of anything other than what had happened. You couldn’t tell anyone, not even your closest friends. You close your eyes, two thoughts clouding your mind. One, you should apologize and two just forgetting the whole thing happened.

However, you can’t just forget. Your whole self had been laid out for him to see. Even sides of yourself you had not known had been shown to you. You have to face it.

Wolffe sit in his barracks, he had just finished washing himself up. He didn’t know how to tackle something like this. Should he go apologize? If he didn’t go after you then this would not have happened. Yet, perhaps someone else would have stumbled upon you, his jaw clenches at the thought of one of his brothers being the one to find you in such a state. He wouldn’t have been able to protect you.

He has already convinced himself that everything you had said and done was due to the plant. He couldn’t let what happened ruin his friendship with you. Unless it’s already ruined. He really hopes it’s not. He should have just talked you into letting him bring you back to the ship. He could have put you in a bacta tank.

“Please, I need you” your voice had been so desperate, his forehead rested on yours, he didn’t have much time to think properly, you were in pain. Your lips had been so soft against his, the kiss alone and unlocked every feeling he had for you.

Every noise you had made, every word you had uttered echos in his mind. He could never forget it. He would revisit the memory and it would still be fresh in his mind.

“I would leave the Jedi order, for you and only you” the look in your eyes, like you spoke the truth. He would leave all this behind and follow you anywhere. He could selfishly admit that he is yours and you are his and only his. He would give you everything and anything.

He had been in love you from the start, the moment he had met you he had been lost in you. He spent days and weeks trying to figure out how to be next to you. In the end all it took was a simple conversation that lead to you never wanting to leave his side.

“Don’t let me go, Wolffe” you had pleaded and he broke down every barrier “I love you, I love you” the words laced together leaving you both gripping on to each other, trying to get closer. Lips finding each others, bodies moving as one and his lips had found your shoulder, leaving a sloppy kiss before he barred his teeth and suck them into your soft skin.

His body had moves before he has an idea where he’s going. He’s in the hall, practically running. He shouldn’t have let you go off on your own. He should have stayed at your side. Helped you into your room, helped you clean yourself off from everything. He stands at your door, his finger pressing in the code and door swooshes open. You stand before him, eyes bloodshot, hair still dripping. Your mouth opens but he shakes his head. He steps into the room and pulls you into his arms.

You’re both apologizing. He leads you back over to the bed, he lays you down before climbing in beside you. Your head rests on his chest, his heart is pounding in his chest.

“Stay with me” you whisper as you lift yourself up to look at him “I don’t regret walking into that plant, I don’t regret what happened, you’re all I want” you press your forehead to his and his hand cup your cheeks “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere” he lifts up to press a soft kiss to your lips.

#commander wolffe x y/n #commander wolffe x you #commander Wolffe x reader #commander wolffe imagine #commander Wolffe imagines #clone troopers x reader #clone wars x you #the clone wars imagine #clone wars x reader #clone wars imagine #clone trooper x you #clone trooper imagine #star wars x you #star wars x reader #star wars imagine

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exhaslo · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 14- Mafia!Grimmjow x Reader (Phone Sex)

*Requested by Reader*

Honestly, you should have known better than to get involved in dangerous situations. You should have known better, but when it was your vagina doing the talking, all sense left the window. You remembered the first time you saw Grimmjow. His tall and cruel dementor made your panties soaked. You were sure he had that effect with all the woman, so when Grimmjow started talking to you, you nearly died. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest when he asked for your name.

You should have known better when he gave you his number. Everything about him screamed trouble. So and so that you actually listened to your brain and ignored him. Grimmjow did not like that and started to peruse you. You, being so head over heels for the man you met just once, was all for the game. Eventually, you gave in and started to see Grimmjow whenever he was free. You should have known better, but god he was hot.

Eventually, you found out the truth, that Grimmjow was a member of the Espada mafia. He had his own branch family and people who worked under him. You were scared when you first found out. Grimmjow was close to bribing you to stay, but you were swayed by his words. He promised to protect you and keep you safe. That you were his and his alone. He always knew how to make your heart flutter.

"And then the customer had the gall to tell me that I was doing my job wrong! Like, ugh! I hate my job!" You cried, venting to Grimmjow as the two of you walked downtown. Grimmjow was on his phone with one arm around your shoulder,

"I told ya to quit. I can take care of ya, babe." He said lowly, barely paying attention. You huffed your cheeks out,

"I can't let you spoil me! I want to work!"

"Hm? Then work for me," Grimmjow put his phone away, smirking at your expression, "I can make good use of ya, babe. Nothin' that ya can't handle and of course...something only ya could do for me."

"G-Grimmjow! D-Don't say stuff like that in public!"

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You truly considered Grimmjow's offer for a moment. You really hated your job and Grimmjow was just so charming. You knew what he was implying. He wanted you to be his fuck toy at work. The thought made you quiver with delight. You and Grimmjow had sex a few times already. He was so rough with you, but you loved each moment of it. The only reason you were afraid of taking his offer was because of his peers and lackeys.

They must have thought that you were just his sex relief for the time being. You heard them talk about it once. That you were just a temporary fuck for their leader. It hurt your feelings, but Grimmjow always made those thoughts go away. He always reassured you that you were only for him. There was no way any of this was fake. This relationship you had with him felt too real.

"Hey, (Y/n), I gotta go out for a job outta town. I trust ya to behave while I'm gone." Grimmjow wrapped his arms around your waist, inhaling your scent.

"Awe, how long will you be gone?" You whined, melting into his touch.

"Bout a week. So gimme some love before I go."

"Mhm, only if you promise-"

"I ain't promising shit."

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It was nearing the end of the week and you hadn't heard from Grimmjow. His job made you worry. Being part of the mafia was not something anyone could do. You've seen news reports of mafia members being killed from a trifle within families or life in prison. You were afraid of that happening to Grimmjow one day. You were afraid to tell him, but you loved Grimmjow. You just hoped he felt the same.

After a long and hard day at work, you were happy to see your apartment. A nice hot shower and some food was going to make you feel so much better. You really hated your job. Once you refreshed, you planted yourself on the couch for some television drama. Feeling your phone buzz, you cheered quietly seeing that it was Grimmjow.

"Grimm! Are you okay?!" Your tone full of worry.

"I'm fine, babe. Fuck, I wish I was there now, I need ya."

"Grimm?" You heard him panting for air, "Are you sure you're okay?" You asked once more.

"Yea, just lemme hear yer voice. I ain't there to make ya cry,"

"Oh!" You felt your cheeks burn up, "Y-You want me to-"

"Yea, I wanna hear yer voice. It will make me feel better."

How could you say no? Making your way to the bedroom, you crawled on the bed. It was the only place you could get horny, unless it involved Grimmjow. Putting the phone on speaker, you laid down and started to massage your breasts. Grimmjow wanted to hear you. Imagining Grimmjow's hands instead, you let out a whimper.

"Yer imagining me, right. Where are ya touchin'?" You could hear his smirk.

"My boobs,"

"Awe, my melons. Hehe, are ya pinching em nipples for me."

"Y-Yes."

You arched your back slightly as you did what Grimmjow said. You wanted Grimmjow here. You wanted him to touch you. You were never really good at doing it yourself.

"Start rubbin' yer clit, babe. I wanna hear ya moan." Grimmjow groaned.

You whined, wanting his touch. You took your panties off and placed your fingers over your sensitive bud. Just listening to Grimmjow giving you commands was making you wet. If only he were here to do something about it. You wiggled your hips as you started to moan. This was as far as you could go. Rubbing your clit until you cam.

"That's right, babe. Keep goin' lemme hear ya beg for me." Grimmjow chuckled, "Ya want my dick in ya, huh? I wanna hear ya say it."

"I-I do! Grimm, when are you coming back." You moaned, closing your legs as you felt your walls starting to clench, "I miss you."

"Soon, baby. Grab one of those toys ya got. Imagine my dick enterin' that slutty pussy of yours."

You arched your back, moaning as you reached your orgasm. You could hear Grimmjow chuckling, demanding more. You were hesitant, but you grabbed one of the dildos that you rarely used. Placing it on the bed, you hovered over it. You closed your eyes, listening to Grimmjow grunt and moan. He was masturbating too. Oh, how you wish he was here.

"Are ya ready, babe?"

"Y-Yes. I-It's mhm...g...going in..." You whimpered, sliding the dildo into your hole.

"Fuck, wish that was my dick, don't ya?"

"Y-Yes! Hah, Grimm!"

"Yeah, fuck yer self dumb imagin' that was me. Lemme hear yer voice."

You moaned loudly as you bounced on your dildo, listening to Grimmjow's voice. His low grunts, helping your imagination as if he were the one fucking you. Your bouncing started to slow down as you felt yourself about to burst. You whined, rubbing your clit, trying to chase your high.

"Grimmjow!" You moaned loudly.

"(Y/n)" Grimmjow cussed lowly as you cam, "Fuck, babe, I'm gonna make sure ya quit yer job for real. Need to have ya here with me."

"Hah, but..."

"No buts. Yer my girl. I'll be back soon, I'll call ya again to hear yer voice."

"Yes, Grimm."

You let out a low whimper as Grimmjow hung up. You shivered as you went to clean your dildo and yourself. Grimmjow was going to be home soon. That was all you needed to hear.

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"Lemme hear ya louder. Need to make sure those fingers are doin' their job." Grimmjow chuckled darkly over the phone.

"Y-Yes, I-I ah...ah..."

"That's it, louder."

"G-Grimm...G-Grimm!" You cried out, trembling as you were reaching your first orgasm.

"Fuck, look at ya go." Grimmjow smirked as he opened your door, still on the phone, "Gonna make sure ya keep cryin' my name."

"G-Grimm!" You moaned, staring at him as you cam.

Grimmjow hovered over you, replacing your fingers with his. You grabbed onto his shoulders, trembling under his touch. Grimmjow took his phone and started to record. He placed the phone next to you, wanting to capture every single moment. Grimmjow sucked against your neck, his fingers pumped inside your pussy faster.

"Ya know, hearing ya so desperate over the phone was fuckin' delicious. I might make it a normal thing."

"B-But....I rather....have....ah~"

"Awe, ya rather have my dick fuck ya? How cute." Grimmjow chuckled, watching your face contort as you orgasmed again. Grimmjow licked his lips before finally giving you what you wanted, "No girl of mine is gonna be working at some shitty ass job."

"G-Grimm-" You cried as he shoved his dick inside your gummy walls.

"It ain't right of a mafia's woman to be workin'. Yer gonna be stayin' home waitin' for me, waitin' for ma call."

"Y-Yes!"

"Good. Let's call em now."

You arched your back as Grimmjow ruthlessly pounded your pussy. He reached for your phone, enjoying your moans getting louder as you squeezed his cock more. He called your job, smirking as your job answered.

"Go ahead. Quit." Grimmjow placed the phone by you, thrusting faster.

"A-Ah~ I-I....I....q-quit!" You cried out, reaching another orgasm. Grimmjow loved the look on your face, all cock drunk and fucked out of your mind.

"What do you mean you quit? The hell is that noise?" Your boss yelled. Grimmjow chuckled darkly as he filled you,

"Awe, looks like (Y/n) can't think anymore. She fuckin' quits." Grimmjow said as you became a moaning mess. He grabbed your phone, hanging up before returning to your fucked out expression, "Can't wait for tomorrow."

"G-Grimm~"

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When you finally came too and realized that you quit, you were a little mad at Grimmjow. You easily forgave him after he treated you to dinner and a deep fuck. You became his house wife, engulfing him with phone sex almost every day. Grimmjow kept saying that you were the one who liked it, but really...He was the one who loved it. Your sweet desperate cries for him just turned him on more. And he was sure to keep you wanting him.

#kinktober #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow smut #grimmjow x you #grimmjow x reader #bleach grimmjow

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orange-artist · 9 months

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Ok a few things - since Ace is a star god does that mean he can pull down meteors a la Fujitora(falling stars)? You mentioned Luffy startling his crew by walking around in Nika form on ship, what's everyone's reaction(for example, does anyone like trip into a barrel)? And, uh, slightly more serious, does Luffy blatantly being a deity in front of Jimbei at Marineford effect Fishman Island at all? How does Punk Hazard go when Law pops up, does Luffy burst into tears at seeing his previously dead friend again after so long? How does Whole Cake Island go with Sanji being aware of the literal god in the room? You don't have to answer if you don't want to I am just Having Thoughts. This AU has held my brain hostage I love it.

I did not consider Ace being able to do that. But like i heaven't thought about it all before this ask lol. I was thinking stars in the more technical sense of giant balls of fire lol. But I mean, I wouldn't say no.

I was going to doodle the crew being spooked by nika but uhhh i think I might've fucked up my wrist this week (it hurts) so oop- saving that as a prompt for the future. I think Usopp went overboard <3

I'm going to need to refresh my memories on Fishman Island before I answer that sksksks (blocked from memory due to Sanji-)

Luffy doesn't bawl but yes, he does cry. :')

I also have not thought about WCI before just now. Hmmmmmmm....I don't know....do you have ideas? I mean Sanji's got issues(tm) but having a god tell you you are important to them wouldn't fix it but it would probably help.

I love the Thought and I shall reply because feedback loop :) <3

Ty for the ask!!!!

#orange asks #asl god au #one piece spoilers

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devildom-moss · 9 months

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Hello first of all i just wanna say that i love your writings! Especially on how you write solomon it always gives me butterflies 🦋👌

Can i request something like, an alternate, smutty ending for his recent ur card i forgot the name but its where mc and him watched a horror movie and mc got a nightmare after that so sol offered to sleep together, because it had SO much potential. Gn!mc if you may.

That is all thank you so much for sharing your works with us have a nice day and stay hydrated! ⭐️

Thank you so much. I hope that this Solomon fic will also provide you with butterflies. Luckily, I had this card, so I was able to pull from the original story line better. I'll be honest, my own personally kind of dark-loving and horny brain influenced the first half of this a lot. Anyway, I hope you like it! I'm sorry it took soooo long.

For anyone who doesn't have the card or just wants a useful refresher: Solomon had MC watch a "The Silence of the Lambs"-esque movie with him. They decide to sleep in Solomon's room together because why not - but Solomon has a guest bed, so you sleep in separate beds. MC has a nightmare about Solomon going all Hannibal Lecter on them. Solomon wakes them up (MC was moaning in their sleep), and Solomon decides that they should share a bed to help MC sleep. I picked up the story in the nightmare, because I spell it whore-or.

Solomon - The Gourmand's Main Dish card alt ending (NSFW)

(Solomon x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (NSFW tags: switch(ish)!Solomon and MC, bottom!Solomon, top!MC, light bondage, oral - receiving, Solomon riding MC's cock/strap on, hands free riding, begging, check-in's and overall very sweet sex, a bit of fear-play kinda?, implied intent to cockwarm, me writing Solomon as a loud, moaning mess) (other tags: dark themes, mentions of cannibalism, MC is a little unhinged in the face of dream/evil Solomon, some awkward moments, blood, knifeplay?, some of the dark themes written with a hint of sexiness)

Word Count: +2700

“Try the Demonus, my dear,” Solomon cooed, sliding a chilled glass filled with a sweet-smelling red liquid towards you.

The moonlight shining through the large dining room windows brought a soft cool glow that balanced out the warmth of the candlelight, creating an odd natural white. It left you unnerved, as if when Solomon had woken you up for breakfast, you were still stuck in a hauntingly quiet Devildom night – not that the lighting was ever much different between night and morning in the Devildom anyway. Maybe you just didn’t feel right because you could have sworn you fell asleep in Solomon’s room last night, only to have him wake you up in your own bed. It was all so disorienting that you wished the effects of Demonus worked on humans. You could stand to chill your nerves a bit.

The looming threat of Solomon’s breakfast offer – one that he advertised as a special treat for you – also weighed heavy on your mind. When he brought out what he referred to as “the appetizer,” which he had made a point to whisper into your ear as he set your plate in front of you, the fear of having to politely decline more than one dish came over you.

Admittedly, the dish that Solomon brought out looked surprisingly edible, but you refused to be fooled. The temptation continued as Solomon gracefully brought the fork to his lips. He had even dressed up in a fine suit for the occasion; it seemed a shame not to give him a chance. However, your better judgment held firm as you sipped at the glass of Demonus. Your eyes couldn’t leave Solomon, and the light that reflected off his soft, silver hair only made him more enchanting. His eyes were dark and hungry as his gaze flashed up at you.

“Oh, my dear, what’s the matter?” His eyes softened up, and an off-putting smile formed along his pretty pink lips. “Are you not hungry yet?”

“I’m sorry. I’m not very hungry this morning.”

“That’s a shame,” he let out a gentle chuckle, “but perhaps you’ll change your mind for the main course. I still have to prepare it, but it will be well worth the wait, my dear.”

Solomon pat his mouth with a napkin before he stood and left the room. His return was accompanied by a cold metallic scrape. You turned your head to see him sharpening a large knife as he slowly approached the table. You gulped. His ominous gait and deliberate strikes along the edge of the blade instilled a dread in you that only dug deeper into your chest when you realized that – barring the knife and sharpening rod – Solomon had returned empty-handed.

To your recollection, although you had scarcely taken your eyes off Solomon during the appetizer, there wasn’t another dish on the table. However, you were too afraid to double check; you weren’t sure what would happen if you looked away from him now. Solomon stopped directly at your side, forcing you to stare up at the wicked grin on his lips. You felt frozen in that chair.

“I feel honored that you can’t seem to pull your gaze away from me today. You must be so sweet.” That was a strange way to phrase it, and his words did nothing to reduce your growing unease. The tension in your body was different than the usual nervousness Solomon caused in the pit of your stomach.

“What’s the main course, Solomon?” you asked anxiously, despite the heavy lump in your throat. Somehow, you were already certain of his answer and were just seeking confirmation.

Solomon leaned down to whisper in your ear, “why, it’s you, of course.”

And there it was: confirmation. Solomon dragged the tip of the blade up your thigh. You held your breath and waited for the gentle scraping sound to stop. Solomon continued to drag the knife up your stomach. You squirmed back into your seat, attempting to put some distance between the knife and your body, but that displeased Solomon.

He clicked his tongue and quickly brought the blade to your throat. “Nuh-uh-uh. Please, don’t struggle. I want to take my time carving you up nice and pretty, but if you’re going to squirm, I’ll slice up that soft little throat first. Now, behave, and allow me, my little lamb.”

You let out a shaky breath as Solomon dropped the knife down to your chest. He cut the top button of your shirt off, using the dull edge of the blade to pull your collar back. If only you could get the knife out of his hand without getting injured – but some sick, depraved hope kept you still as you watched Solomon’s wicked gaze light up.

A dull sting accompanied the ring of metal running against a surface and Solomon’s contented sigh. You could feel the blood beading up along the skin just above your collar bone. Solomon kept the knife pressed against your abdomen as he licked along the cut, stopping to suck on your skin. The sting of his saliva and the cut didn’t detract from the pleasure of his tongue and lips on you as much as you would have preferred. A shiver ran up your spine.

It was said that fortune favors the bold; perhaps boldness could preserve you. Somewhat abashed, you asked, “are we going to fuck first?”

Solomon stopped sucking on your skin and pulled away, still leaving the knife against you. He clicked his tongue. “Now, now. Don’t be vulgar. It’s impolite.”

“I’m sorry,” you lied. Annoyance briefly overcame your fear, “cursing is impolite, but non-consensual cannibalism is fine. Understood.”

“MC.”

“No, my bad.” you shut your eyes and sighed. “I misread the situation. Just – listen – go ahead. But if I find out you waited until after I was dead, I’m going to be so disappointed in you. Honestly, Solomon.”

“MC!” Solomon’s voice seemed to echo throughout the room so loudly that you felt the entire house shake. When you opened your eyes again, Solomon was leaning over you, concern overflowing in his eyes. That eerie smile was gone.

You weren’t in the dining room anymore. You were back in Solomon’s bedroom.

“Are you okay, MC?” Solomon stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers. His cool hand eased some of the tension in your body. You smiled up at him, nodding. This was the Solomon you knew and loved. A sigh of relief left Solomon’s lips and his shoulders relaxed. However, his face was more flustered than before, and he was tinted pink up to his ears. “You were moaning in your sleep. You weren’t dreaming about me, were you?”

“I was,” you admitted. “You tried to eat me!”

Solomon’s eyes went wide. “I did?”

“You were going to carve me up and have MC-sashimi.”

“Oh,” Solomon nearly choked on his assumptions. You meant eat literally. Shame and guilt overtook Solomon’s embarrassment when he realized you had a nightmare, and it was probably because he made you watch that movie right before bed. “I’m so sorry, MC. This is my fault. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Can you stay with me – at least for a while?” In truth, you felt better after seeing Solomon’s sweet face again – not that evil, dream Solomon, but the real one. You just wanted to be closer to him. You moved over, giving him a bit more room to join you.

Solomon crawled into bed and turned on his side to face you. “It’s a bit of a squeeze, but I kind of like being so close to you. Maybe we should have slept in the same bed to begin with. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Can you hold me?” you asked. Solomon looked flustered again.

“I actually – well, I can, but,” Solomon tried to find the right words. “I got a bit hard after hearing you moaning so much in your sleep. I’m sorry! It happened before I realized you were in distress. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, but if you don’t mind it, I’ll hold you.”

You chuckled and sat up so you could crawl over Solomon and push him on his back. He was still blushing as he stared up at you. “How could I have been so scared in my dream? You’re being adorable right now.”

You trailed kisses down the side of his neck, catching the faintest tremble of his pulse under your lips as his heart began to race. A stifled moan vibrated in his throat. Solomon was biting his lip just to restrain his need. You weren’t going to give him that, so you kissed him. Even if he wanted to be quiet, you were the only one who was going to bite his lips.

Perhaps the roles were reversed in the real world. You had Solomon captured, and you wanted to eat him up. Your tongue teased him, and his moaning was increasingly desperate. Solomon’s restraint was crumbling. You felt him grind his hips up into you, craving more friction.

“Please, MC,” Solomon whined, “if you keep going, I won’t be able to hold back.”

You refused to heed his warning. Instead, you egged him on. “Then don’t hold back.”

One of your hands dipped between your bodies to rub over the bulge in Solomon’s pants. He took advantage of your diminished support to flip you on your back and straddle your hips. As he dipped down to kiss your neck, you felt his erection rub against your lower abdomen. The tremble in his breath tickled your skin as he made his way down. Solomon stopped at your collarbone and lapped at it with his hot tongue before he started to suck on it.

Your mind flashed back to the way dream Solomon had sucked on you, and a wave of fright washed over you. You pushed against Solomon’s chest gently.

“I’m sorry,” Solomon apologized as he sat back up. “Did I do something wrong? Do you want to stop?”

“No, I don’t. I just. . .” you trailed off. You knew it was silly to be afraid – especially because even when you were afraid in the dream, you were still turned on. It was confusing, and that was all the more reason to want to forget about it and just focus on fucking Solomon.

Solomon could see the worry on your face, and he correctly guessed that it had something to do with the nightmare you had. A characteristically Solomon idea popped into his mind, and, impeded by desire and without a second thought, he offered, “you could let me eat you.”

“What?!” Your breath caught in your throat.

Just as you were about to struggle under him, Solomon got off you with a gentle smile. He walked to his dresser and pulled a deep red silk scarf from the top drawer. You stared at him, cautious and confused. Solomon stood at the foot of the bed, turned his back to you, and crossed his arms at the wrists behind him.

“Can you tie these nice and secure for me?” Solomon chimed with a playful tone. He stood there patiently as you slowly shuffled to the edge of the bed. You took the red scarf from his hand and tied his wrists together snuggly.

“What now?” you asked.

Solomon turned around and looked down at you with a shy grin. He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, turning his eyes up to you. “Use my mouth however you want.”

You mouthed “oh” and sat down in front of Solomon. He could tell you were anxious, and he just wanted you to feel comfortable. You wanted the same for him.

“Can you back up for a second, sweetheart?” you asked him, and he complied. You stood up and slid out of your pants and underwear, setting them on the floor on the other side of Solomon’s bed, before you sat back down. You reached behind you to grab one of Solomon’s pillows and placed it on the floor right in front of your feet – a cushion for Solomon to kneel on. He smiled up at you, surprised and delighted by your simple act of care; his heart was melting and threatening to flood his chest.

When you opened your legs, Solomon took that as permission to approach. He settled into his spot at your feet – between your legs. Those soft, hazel eyes stared up at you, eager and hungry. Solomon wet his lips, looking as if he was about to beg “please.” And he was. “Please, can I taste you?”

He was too cute for words, so you snaked your fingers into his hair and pulled him gently towards you. Solomon nuzzled against your thigh and sucked at your skin softly before he turned his attention to his main course. Between dream Solomon’s sensual attack and Solomon’s cute gestures, you were already aroused.

Solomon moaned with his first taste of you. Gentle vibrations traveled up your body. The room was soon filled with the wet noises Solomon was making and his muffled moaning and whining. Even the feeling of Solomon’s hot breath was amazing. You couldn’t stop yourself from panting and moaning. His mouth was too good.

That hot mouth and skilled tongue was enough to bring you to the edge. Solomon had you twitching and trembling as he continued to swirl his tongue around you through your orgasm. You had to tug his hair and pull him back to avoid overstimulation.

Solomon licked his lips, ensuring every drop made it into his mouth before he swallowed. “You taste divine.”

You bent down and kissed him gently, feeling his slightly swollen lips against yours. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Not so scared of getting eaten anymore, are you?”

“No,” you admitted.

“Good,” Solomon grinned, lust still heavy in his eyes. “But, MC, can you help me now?”

“How so, sweetheart?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Solomon admitted, rubbing his thighs together. You could see that he was still hard. Your eyes softened, and you stroked his hair. Of course you’d fuck him, but Solomon interjected before you could agree. “But you must be a bit tired. So, maybe I could ride you, instead?”

“Can you stand up for me, sweetheart?” you asked him.

Solomon slowly got to his feet for you, and once he was steady, you helped him out of his pants and underwear. His cock nearly bounced up. He wished he could have hidden himself at least slightly.

You left Solomon standing there while you readied yourself for him (either by getting yourself hard again or by grabbing the dildo and strap harness from a box in Solomon’s bedside table). Solomon’s eyes never left you, eager to feel you inside of him. As you applied lube, Solomon’s eyes followed your hand’s slow strokes. He had been patient all night, but it was almost too much.

“Are you ready for me?” Solomon asked – a desperate plea to let him ride you.

You laid back in his bed and told him, “Go on.”

Solomon kneeled onto the bed and crawled over you. His hands were still tied behind his back as he lowered himself onto you slowly. A pretty whimper escaped his parted mouth. He was already unravelling by the time he took you all the way, but he wanted more. He needed it. You watched Solomon’s brows knit together and his eyes shut as he bounced on you. The sight was too sexy; you couldn’t leave all the fun to him.

When you bucked up into him, Solomon responded with sweet whining. His stomach flexed and his back arched. You took that as an invitation to slip your hands up his shirt and rub his chest, teasing his nipples. His moaning grew louder and more desperate. Solomon’s precum began to drip onto your stomach. Maybe you should thank Diavolo for ensuring that you had no neighbors or housemates to disturb.

“Keep fucking me,” Solomon moaned, “I’m so close.”

You obliged him. As you watched him inch closer to climaxing, you felt comfort in knowing that this man could never hurt you. It was too easy to reduce him to the slutty, moaning mess that he was now. Solomon came all over your stomach. His face was flushed as he stared down at you and the mess he made. You reached behind him to untie the silk scarf, which he then used to wipe you clean.

It was clear in the way that Solomon grinned – blissful and affectionate – that he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon. “You should sleep in my room more often.”

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Dr pt2 spoiler warning

This was a fantastic set of episodes

• Kai and wyldfire are everything. Kai having to deal with someone who acts like he did in the earlier seasons is poetic justice and funny as hell.

• I also like how they kinda tried to explain why Kai seemed calm after sea bound and nyas seaifcation. I guess Kai meditating with wu would make him calmer. At least it confirms that Kai was upset (even if they didn’t show it)

•I am kinda upset that nothing from skybound was brought up with the Djinn. I personally don’t really like skybound but I still find that it could be used more than just oh yah that happened right wink wink. I mean we had to suffer through skybound for something right?

• I actually really liked sora and nyas whole plot with the Djinns curse. It was fun and had a nice conclusion.

• Coles return is great I love his little gang in the land of forgotten things. My favorite has to be the skeleton girl (I forgot her name probably cuz they only say it like 2 times) she’s funny.

• I do wish there was a scene where nyas like btw I found Cole and the other ninja react. I mean she does mention it at the end but no one except Zane has any real reaction.

• Beatrix going off the rails was really funny. It felt like someone gave a teen with daddy issues an insta death weapon.

• rapton switching sides kinda came out of left field for me. Like the guy isn’t the brightest bulb in the box I think it would be more likely for other characters to switch sides. Also how did he recover from being tased so quickly? Man was out cold and not two minutes later he was up and walking around.

• kinda felt that the whole being sucked into non existence should have had more lasting effects (totally not because I want to traumatize or brutally injure Kai no why would I want that /s) tho fake out deaths are pretty par for the course with ninjago, this one actually didn’t make me feel all that much cuz I knew the moment wyldfire got pulled in that this was a fake out. They wouldn’t kill one of there new characters that quickly.

•so wus just legitimately fudging dead. Never thought we would see the day when this old mad would just peace out. Also ghost wu legit looks like he’s slowly loosing his form or something cuz in the first half he appears with his full body but in the last scene he’s in he’s just a chest and a head. It might have just been a stylistic thing tho.

•I’m not mad jay only showed up for around 30 seconds (this just might be my bias tho cuz jays probably the ninja I care the least about, not that I hate him or anything he’s just not that interesting to me) it’s kinda refreshing for me cuz nya gets to be her own character for a bit and not be completely attached to Jay and Jay gets to take up less screen time (if I am being honest Jay had so much focus in the wild brain seasons it kinda got annoying to me personally) idk if he’s actually lost his memories or if that leak is wrong cuz it would make sense cuz he has not searched for the ninja (specifically nya cuz that man is a simp for his gf) Arin missing him by a second is hilarious to me.

•not sure about how I feel about Lloyd being the linchpin for the entire thing. Part of me thinks that it would have fit the shows themes better if all of them used their elemental powers or something else to power the cores to fix everything. But another part of me understands that Lloyd get main character privileges cuz he’s the son of ninjago god.

•still kinda frustrated that they are changing how elemental powers work. Originally they were from the first spinjitzu master, but the whole source dragon being the source (for lack of a better word) of the elemental powers, it completely retcons and nerfs the first spinjitzu master. It would have made more sense if they still came from the powers of the fsm and were gifted through the source dragons to people.

•the implication of the cursed realm merging with the rest of the realms brings up the question if the departed realm merged to? Does that mean no one can die??? Or is there some sort of force that still keeps the departed realm separated from the rest (like how the people in the land of the forgotten can’t leave) or can some dude just wander in to the departed realm and see like there dead grandma chilling with the fsm having tea or some crap like that.

•Lloyd going I forgot there are two of them now towards Kai and wyldfires antics is peak writing. And all the arson and explosions the two created is just beautiful.

•I think the Kai and wyldfire duo should be called like the arsonist or the kaboom duo

•THE HUGGG!!!! My boi was so happy looking when the tackle hug was done.

•I just cant get my brain to shut up about these two. They give off tired dad who sometimes gives in to his old chaotic ways he’s sworn he’s grown out of and living embodiment of chaos and fun daughter who drags her dad into crazy things.

Tdlr I loved this second half and had a few issues with it but it was still really good.

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insomanic-fanfication · 20 days

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🍃🌹Dick Grayson SFW Alphabet 🌹🍃

Author's note: I'm slowly getting back into writing because I'm currently working on changing careers. So, I'm going to edit and refresh my pinned posts and do a couple of other things. Proofreader: Bilbo Baggins

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Affection: How affectionate are they? How do they show it?

Dick is very effective, especially when it comes to physical affection. He will always find a way to touch you, even in public. Holding hands, an arm around your waist or shoulders. Even when you sit down, he'll have a knee touch yours. Loves giving you quick pecks every time he sees you.

Best Friend: What are they like as best friends? How would you become best friends?

Dick is the type of guy that likes to make sure everyone feels welcome to places. You were probably new to Gotham or the team, and I began conversing with you about doing a check-in. 100% older brother therapist instincts at first.

Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they?

Even before you two start dating, they'll be cuddling. Dick thrives on physical closeness to the people he's close to. Whether hugging his friends or cuddling plies with his brothers while watching movies. He loves cuddling.

Domestic: Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning?

Dick is good at cooking; he's good, not great. He needs to have a recipe to follow with clear, in-depth instructions. As well as you to help him keep track of the tasks to do in order. His ADHD is not kind to him when he tries to cook by himself; 20 minutes to bake in the oven? Cool, he can watch a YouTube video or scroll on social media. Need to remember the food in the oven.

He'd like to settle down, but he feels he never could. It would last a week until his old team is on a mission or his brothers are on a case, and he's putting on the suit again to help.

Ending: If they had to break up? How would they?

He tries not to let it show, but he has a crippling level of self-doubt. If he broke up with you, it was probably during one of his depression spirals, feeling like he is just not good enough to be with you. Feeling like he is just holding you back or you could do better.

He'll become closed off, trying to push you away. Then, after a while, if you try to confront him or you pry, his self-doubt will overflow and say you two are breaking up. You can try to help him get through it and reassure him. However, if he's not ready for the conversation, in that mental state, he'll try to push you away more, even though he wants the exact opposite.

Fiance: How do they feel about commitment? How long before they pop “the question”?

Dick is exceptionally loving and very passionate; however, he has extreme commitment issues, mostly built on his own self-doubt and crippling anxiety. As the oldest child, it's tough for him to voice his problems and stress. No matter how much he tries, his brain locks that in his throat. Wanting to focus on other people's pain and issues instead. He probably won't propose unless you ask him where he sees your two relationships going, making him think about it. He loves you very much, but it's not that; he just doesn't trust himself not to hurt you. Even if it wasn't even his fault that you got hurt in the first place.

Gentle: How gentle are they? Both physically and Emotionally?

Dick is rough physically but lovingly. He won't go easy on you during training, but you will notice he tackles and dodges more with you. Using more defensive fighting instead of defensive tactics. Outside of that, he is incredibly gentle emotionally. He is gentle but is rough as much as you are comfortable with. Being sarcastic or a shoulder to cry on.

Hugs: Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?

If you two are dating, be ready to mind your own business and be lifted into the air by a tight hug, as if his hugs are linked to the love he has for you. He absolutely loves hugs and hugging you. He loves the hugs where you both face each other and his arms around your midback. Not just because of the closeness of it, but he also attacks you with kisses and compliments, and you can't escape.

I love you: How fast do they say the L-word?

Physical affection, he can do no problem, but verbalizing it is much more challenging. He's trained his brain to know the best thing to say in any situation, so he fears saying it and not meaning it. Worried that he only said it cause that's what you wanted him to say. He probably said it out loud while looking back at the memory you two shared first, then paused for a second, and then was like, ' Oh?... OH, I LOVE THEM!'.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? What would they do?

He would 100% get jealous; for the most part, his jealousy was the strongest before you two started dating. But he's the silent boiler when it comes to jealousy, and his eyes give me away every time. Wally absolutely used this to his advantage to get Dick to confess to you or make a move. During parties or hangouts, Wally would put his arm around your neck or get close to you while you two were talking with a shit-eating grin as he saw Dick Death staring harder than Batman has ever done.

Kissing: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to be kissed/ kiss you?

For regular kissing, he loves to do a slow, long kiss, taking his time to enjoy the presence of your lips. However, he also loves giving you quick pecks on the check every time he sees you during the day. Will melt into the floor as a gushy mess when you provide him with forehead kisses for greeting as you two are working or on patrol.

Little ones: How are they around kids?

He loves his brothers! But does he have kids of his own? Hell no. He has a crisis spiral almost every week. How could he care for someone who relies on him for support and care? He loves caring for his brothers anyway, often feeling more like a parent to them than a sibling. He's been woken up by his brothers breaking into his apartment or knocking on his door in the middle of the night plenty of times. He's already living the dad experience.

Morning: How are they during the mornings?

He likes to tell people he's a morning person, but he takes every chance he gets to oversleep. Did he patrol until 2 a.m. with no scheduled work for his day job? Sweet, he'll just sleep for 3 hours and then do some stuff around the house. *proceeds to sleep for 14 hours, only waking up cause Tim called having a panic attack *

Nights: How are they spent with them?

Dick, like most of the Batfam, can spend the whole night awake. Even going weeks without sleep if needed. So if he has to work on a case, you two like to cuddle on the couch during those nights after eating dinner, where you fall asleep buried into him as he works.

When not working on a case, you patrol if you're already asleep. He'll try to be as quiet as possible to not wake you while changing and getting ready for bed. Most of the time, he accidentally wakes you up when he gets to bed. To which you trap him into your arms sleepily, as if to say, no, you're leaving again now. It's cuddle time. Even the bathroom waits until the morning.

Open: When would they start revealing things about themselves?

You already know the most significant part if you are a hero. If you are just a civilian, then he'll try to hide his heroism as long as possible until he thinks it best to tell you. Either way, he'll try and be an open book when it comes to his relationship history, only opening up about his sexual assault and rape trauma WAY later into your twos relationship unless it starts to cause problems within your relationship with him.

Patience: How easily angered are they?

Dick is very patient, but he has a big temper, especially if he sees you doing a habit that is dangerous or self-harming in nature. He'll bring it up delicately to discuss it with you. But if you brush him off about the concerns, it will get into a heated argument, where he'll yell and cry about who he can't stand to see you do not to yourself, and stop pretending it's not happening.

Quizzes: Do they remember everything or nothing about you?

The answer is yesn't. He'll remember your side comment about your favorite flower, but if he doesn't set a reminder in his calendar for your birthday, he can't remember it to say his life. But he knows the time you take your meds! And he loves to shake them gently like a music shaker when walking up to you when you haven't taken them yet.

Remember: What is their favorite memory in the relationship?

His favorite memory in the relationship is at the end of your 2nd date; it began to rain when it wasn't supposed to. So, while you two were waiting for Alferd to pick you up, you huddled under his jacket to stay dry and had your first kiss.

Security: How protective are they? How would you protect each other?

Dick knows you can handle yourself; does that mean he won't protect you? Of course not! You two are attached at the hip during patrols and missions. Be ready to have a brooding hen by your bedside if you get hurt during one. If you're a civilian, he'll be more protective of you. Following you on top of roofs as you walk the streets at night until you are safe at home. Will even ask his brothers to do it if he can't.

You almost jumped out of your skin the first time you were expecting to look up to see your slutty waist hero boyfriend making sure you're getting home safe, to instead be making eye contact with a man built like a fridge with blood on him waving a gun like a concert glow stick, as greeting to you.

Try: How much effort would they put into dates, gifts, anniversaries, etc?

Dick has a lot going on in his schedule, so it's rare to have a time when you're both free to go out for dates or anniversary dinners. So he'll put in as much effort his being can do to make them perfect and go as planned. Don't be surprised if you look at a camera and it moves up and down; it's Baraba saying hi; he asks her to watch the place to ensure no villains or poppazi are planning on making an entrance.

Ugly: What are some bad habits of theirs?

A bad habit of Dick's is taking care of others, sometimes in a way that hurts his own well-being. Did he get shot in the arm? It's okay, he's alright, about Tim? Is Tim okay? Another Bad habit he has is he tries to ignore his problems until they are eating him alive.

Vanity: How concerned are they with their looks?

Dick is very concerned with his looks, but he's not self-absorbed. He often uses it as an outlight when he can't take care of something mentally. He'll be training or working out until exhaustion if he is angry about something. It may not solve the issue, but he feels better now to look at it with a level head. He also uses his looks as a form of self-care. It's how he recharges.

Whole: Would they feel incomplete without you?

When Dick falls in love, he falls hard. So without, he'll feel like that part of him, left with you.

Xtra: Random headcanon for them?

He is very goofy sometimes; one of his favorite things to do when you two are sparring is when you are trapped under the other. He turns the sparring into a ticking match.

Yuck: What are some things they don’t like, in general, or in a partner?

He hates people who lack empathy; I'm not talking about people who close themselves off due to trauma, but that ACTUALLY LACKS empathy. He could never date someone fine without batting an eye and leave their friend or ally for dead. And he can tell the difference. He also could never date someone who shares a lot of traits with the Joker.

Zzz: What is their sleeping habit?

Dick either sleeps for 14 hours or won't sleep for 3 days; there is no in-between. However, if you do, he will get a half to a ''normal'' sleep schedule because he wants to spend time with you. But if you don't have a regular sleep schedule, he's fucked! No matter what, though, he constantly moves in his sleep for the first 2 hours, then stays still for the rest of the night after moving on to his stomach. You would mistake his sleeping for he suffocated himself in his sleep. If it wasn't for his muffled snoring.

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Bg3 Gale rambles ( I love this stupid wizard sm)

Wizard brainworms are brainworming (brain tadpole-ing dare I say hehe ok I'll stop) and I need to talk about my favorite wizard. I keep thinking about that time he spent locked up in his tower: hungry, afraid, and so very lonely after feeling the presence of a goddess--one that likely never wavered--for years. I imagine him being terrified of even Tara coming to visit him in fear of the orb's detonation and hurting someone he loves. I think about him opening the window and sitting on the edge of his tower just to hear the noise of trees rustling or birds chirping. Anything's better than a silent house with occasional creaking floors. He probably wrote letters to his mother, to Tara, to Mystra, even so that he'd have some way to say goodbye when it ended. He probably prayed to Mystra, probably asked her over and over again--not even for forgiveness--for another chance to apologize. And again, nothing but silence. I bet he barred his mother from visiting at all and even if she'd come he'd refuse to answer to the door. He couldn't face her, whether he knew the orb would be steady all day or not. He didn't want her to see him disheveled and desperate, most days curled in on himself waiting for Tara to return with some object that he knew, horribly, would one day be less effective. I think about how he waited each day to die and then suddenly some silly little adventurers come along and he gets to live.

This game and its gorgeous dedication to what could seem like an obvious theme--life is worth living-- is made just so special by the way each plotline feels so emotionally potent through the creation and care of these companions. The lives we can imagine they lived and that they live with us feel so rich and I just think that in a world where so much media can feel stale, overproduced, and hollow, it's so refreshing and lovely to have an entire cast of people I could write pages upon pages of rambles about.

Anyway go feed your Gale his daily Gale snacks and remind him you love him.

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The Rare Bookseller Part 12: Oliver's Grade

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: Mind control, captivity, vampiric blood drinking, hypnotic language

Oliver slept well and woke up refreshed, and that worried him.

First, he wouldn't have expected it to be so easy for him to fall asleep after the long nap he'd had in Lily's "care." Yet the second the vampires turned the lights out and his head hit the pillow, he found that he felt incredibly drowsy, impossible to stay awake.

Secondly, his half-remembered dreams had been filled with servitude, with Lily's words echoing through his mind. Some residual effect that Lily had left in his head had been hypnotizing his vulnerable brain while he slept. He could tell that his mind was still fuzzy from it, that he wasn't all himself. Would he ever truly be himself again, or would this wear off?

He suspected it would never wear off if his vampire captors had their say.

"You were talking in your sleep," said Emily, as they ate breakfast.

He'd been served a heaping helping of eggs, toast, and bacon, in contrast to everyone else's oatmeal. "I suppose I can guess what about."

"You're still hypnotized."

No sense pretending otherwise. "I'm afraid so. I don't know how to undo it."

Emily didn't seem very much up for talking after that, and he couldn't blame her. He'd been compromised. Even he knew he couldn't fully be trusted.

How long did they have before the auction? He wasn't sure. Would they completely break him before it happened?

He watched in silence as others were taken from their cells and dragged away. Lily smiled at him as she passed, followed by a young woman screaming for help as vampires dragged her. He shook his head and tried to clear the fog.

The young woman came back holding Lily's hand and trailing behind her, smiling, mumbling something incoherent in her daze.

He could hear cells opening up down the hallway, a few shouts. He didn't pay much attention to it until they were at Emily's cell.

"I haven't conditioned her yet, so take caution," Lily was saying. "I'm hoping to get to her later tonight."

"Understood," said a man's voice. "May I?"

He saw them unlock Emily's cell and go in.

"Stay away! Stay back!" Emily was shouting.

"Just calm down," said Lily. "We're grading your blood for the auction."

"You're going to drink my blood? Right here?"

"Just a small sample from the fingertip," said the man. "Drinking from the neck will be reserved for your owner. Now relax and hold still."

"You're sick," said Emily. "Ow, shit! That hurts!"

"If you would've relaxed... I would give it a low B."

"Not bad, better than I expected," said Lily.

"So that's all I'm worth now?" said Emily. "Barely passing blood?"

"That's about the size of it. But really, it's my fault for not getting to you sooner. You'll feel better about all of this I've helped you."

"I don't care what kind of mind control magic you have. You are not going to turn me into some mindless drone."

"Of course I won't, dear. See you soon."

The cell door creaked shut with Emily cursing up a storm at Lily's back. Next, Lily was in front of Oliver's cell, and when she turned her gaze on him, he could feel his mind starting to cloud. "This one has been an absolute dream to work with. Naturally submissive," she said. "His word is 'quiet.'"

Oliver felt so strange, like his mind was disconnecting from his body. "What do you --"

"Quiet now, Oliver."

A deep sense of calm and relaxation washed over him. "...Yes, sir," he said, softly and respectfully. He wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but he was oh so quiet -- better not to ask questions.

"Sit down on the cot so this man can sample and grade your blood."

He sat down, staring at his knees. He couldn't help the twinge of fear at having his blood sampled. He couldn't help but think of one of the things he'd been dreading most: a vampire sinking their fangs into his tender neck, warm blood dripping down his shoulder, trying to keep himself awake and alive as a monster consumed his very life --

"Oliver, focus."

There were fingers fluttering in front of his eyes, traveling back and forth, catching his gaze.

"There we are, dear, this will quiet your mind down. Just watch and listen."

It shouldn't be that simple, but he couldn't look away, slipping back into Miss Lily's mesmerism like a marble rolling into a groove. His doubt and fear evaporated.

"Are you frightened of a vampire drinking from you?"

Of course he was, he wanted to say, anyone in their right mind would be. But he was too far under her spell now. Docile. Quiet. "Yes, sir. I know I'm meant to be obedient, but --"

"Hush, you don't need to explain now. There's nothing for you to worry about. I'll take that fear from you before you're sold," she said. "Now keep watching. Eyes on me."

Her fingers fluttered back and forth, moving in smooth patterns, impossible to ignore. Oliver could feel his eyes lidding, succumbing. Someone with rough fingers took his hand.

"Relax. It'll only be a pinprick of pain."

"Pain, sir?" he said, a second before he felt it, a sharp pinprick on his middle finger. He dimly remembered that a vampire was sampling his blood for sale. And he was helpless to stop it from happening.

That realization only made his mind slip further.

"Unquestionably triple-A. Finest I've had in some time," said the man.

"High praise, coming from you!" said Miss Lily.

"And he takes to the conditioning so well. A top-notch thrall all around. He could sell for a fortune to the right buyer."

They were talking about selling him, and there was nothing Oliver could do to respond, too captivated by Miss Lily.

"I think I might have just the buyer." Miss Lily sounded so pleased with herself. "A certain lord who has recently lost a thrall."

"Oh, of course." The man chuckled. "Just his type, too. Good luck trying to get him to accept a new one so soon, though."

"That's why I'm molding Oliver here into a thrall impossible to refuse," she said. "And if not him, there would be plenty of prospective buyers, I'm sure. It's been so long since we've been in the city that the upper crust is chomping at the bit for fresh blood."

"I hope that's the case. I could use a new car. Anyway, we better move on to the next lot."

"Right." Miss Lily stopped the hypnotic movement of her fingers and snapped in front of Oliver's face, startling him out of his daze. "You were very good. I'll see you soon, Oliver."

Oliver blinked, trying to get his thoughts back. "Hey, wait -- !" he said as Lily shut the cell door, already moving on. He sat back onto the cot, trying to process what he'd heard. She was molding him to sell to some vampire lord. His first thought was that it was a relief, that he might have a better life with someone rich and powerful than with any old vampire -- and he hated himself for thinking that, for having accepted his fate so much that he was pondering who would be a better master for him.

As if any vampire master could be "better," when every one of them was a monster who purchased kidnapped humans at auction!

But that thought was perhaps too idealistic for his situation. Even among these monsters, there would surely be some that were worse prospects than others. If he had to choose between being a hypnotized servant or being chained up like cattle...

Not that he even got a choice in that.

"Now, then!" Lily was standing near his cell, clapping her hands. "Now that the blood grading is done, I have time to take someone for a session! Should I take Oliver or Emily? What do you two think?"

"Take me," said Oliver immediately. After all, he'd already been through this and knew what to expect. Emily hadn't been conditioned yet, still had her full faculties, and was scared. Better him than her.

"Ooh, how noble! Do you agree, Emily?"

"...Yes," she said, after some hesitation. "I'm sorry, Oliver, but you're already under their spell..."

"Then it's settled!" Lily opened his cell. "Come with me, then. I trust there's no need for restraints."

"No."

He could try to flee. He could, perhaps, get away from Lily fast enough that she couldn't stop him. There were guards at the ends of the hallway, but maybe he could slip past them. It was only the most fleeting of fancies before he followed Lily down the hall. He glanced into Emily's cell. She didn't look at him.

"Does it upset you, that you were trying to protect Emily when she wouldn't do the same for you?" she said. "Or maybe this was never about that. Maybe you secretly long to spend some time with me and this was just a convenient excuse. Hm?"

Oliver didn't answer, not trusting his own reasons.

Part Eleven >> Masterlist >> Part Thirteen

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melanatedkink · 3 months

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Just a Little Reminder

Pairing: Ran x Y/N

Synopsis: Oh the sex is great with your boyfriend, even if he does play it safe just to keep from getting vulnerable with you. Though, tonight, you're not having it. I mean, guys deserve to be told that they're good boys, right? Tonight, you make him believe that sentiment.

Warnings: dom y/n, affirmations, mentions of good boy, I, again avoid gender defining genetalia and pronouns for y/n(let me know if I slip up), Ran says tits but it's gender neutral(everyone has tits), teasing an orgasm, Ran getting therapy in the middle fof sex

It had been another rough day for Ran. You could tell in the way his dry humour had become accented with a little chuckle that seemed to sour his face moreso than save it. It was typical for Ran to have days where things just did not seem to go very well at work. Sometimes rivals get too big for their britches and break contracts with him and his gang. Depending on how the betrayel goes down, you could get a smug bastard with a myriad of gruesome facts spilling out his lips like it was the weather. Or you could get what you currently had, a stiff and distracted Ran who only manage absentmindedly caressing you in place of his usual social self.

An hour after dinner, you finally found this personality change more than slightly confusing. No, you were effectively suffocating in the tension in the air. You broke the silence, gently leading his gaze to yours with a soft finger against his jaw.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Again, the strained smirk popped up, souring your mood further.

"Nothin' baby. Whatever it is, is gonna handled sooner or later,"

You tilted your head, trying a different approach," I'm feeling lonely. What can I do to get your attention on me?"

That seemed to do the trick. The light in Ran's eyes was almost criminal. Rarely did you ever have to ask for his attention, his gaze zeroing in on every movement you made as soon as you entered the room.

"Feeling lonely? I'm right here, babe," he whined, as he maneuvered you onto his lap," Don't worry, I'll fix it for you,"

You'd hoped he'd catch the hint with how distant he seemed all night. Luckily, the promise of sex could effectively break this man out of any mental turmoil he may have been going through. Once he'd carried you to the bedroom, he was all over you. Tender hands caressed and massaged their way down your body. His lavender gaze seared themselves into your memory, while he nibbled your thighs making you wish he'd just enter already.

"Looks like you're expecting somethin'."

You hummed, sitting up on the edge of the bed were he had layed you out. Ran straightened, allowing you to catch the tension in his shoulders and jaw. You hadn't seen him this nervous since you first did it as a couple. The only other time he'd gotten vulnerable during sex. He made a promise afterward, promising to keep you in the innerworkings of his brain as long as you were there to listen. You guessed he just needed a refresher course tonight.

You leaned forward, allowing your chest to captivate him while you steathily curled your fingers into his belt loop and wrenched him into your spread legs. Before Ran could get his bearings, you'd wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I think you're holding out on me, Ran,"

A twinge of fear shifted through his face. He absoutely loathed his name coming out of your mouth. You only did that if he made a big mistake. That tied with the current situation could only make for a special punishment just for him.

He raised his hands in defeat, hoping to get to the problem first and squash it before you went on a guilt trip.

"Alright, I admit that I've been a little distracted today. But, like, do we have to do this now? I mean, I was about to take my frustration out on that pretty little spot down there. You know it's basically therapy for me,"

His smile did a little more to ease your worries, but you were greedy. You wanted every little spot in his mind. And you were entering demon time trying to get it. His fingers walked themselves up your thigh, only to be stopped by your hand taking his and kissing it. You fluttered you lashes as you caressed the skin. He gulped. Here comes the guilt trip.

"When is a good time for you? Earlier on the couch or at dinner? After sex? Tomorrow night when sommething else happens at work? That's not fair, Ran," you whined.

He grunted as he squirmed under your puppy dog eyes. Man, you coud be evil sometimes, working up a love hate relationship with the way you spoke to him. It made him desperately want to give you everything he had.

"How about you listen to me, answer my questions and I'll let it go, hm?" you suggested.

You teased around his straining erection as he weighed the current options. This could be a trick to open up. But you were honest. Besides, this was a simple task. He'd dealt with worse interrogations before. How hard could this be?

"Alright, baby, I'm all ears,"

You chuckled, the sound acting like the bell beginning round one.

"What's you're name?"

His eyebrows knitted," This a trick question?" You inched you hands away from his crotch forcing him to backtrack," Wait, wait. Ran Haitani,"

"Good," you slipped your thumb over his button, swiftly undoing it,"Who's your lover?"

Ran's amusement morphed into awe as you fished his dick from his pants, finding it drooling already.

"You- uh Y/N," he tugged his lip into his teeth,"That good?"

He'd never know how badly he'd just exposed himself. Nevermind you gave a soft "good job" and began masturbating him. Ran blew out a sigh of relief at the feels of your tight hand smearing slick up and down his needy shaft.

He rolled his head back," Oh yeah. That's good,"

You giggled at him slightly going dumb in front of you. His hips chased you ministrations, his breaths becoming ragged.

"Am I getting you off, love?" you teased.

His initial answer tapered off into a moan," Oh what kinda question? Of course you are,"

As Ran inched closer and closer to orgasm, more hushed curses mingled with his wet cock. You teased him with a moan of your own. Once again, you captured his eyes. You spread your thighs, exposing yourself and loosing a slutty moan just for him. His eyes nearly crossed at the mounting stimulation. It was getting to him. Your pretty voice. Your pretty hands. The way you encouraged his good behavior. Good God, you were a vice and he could only ever want more.

"Are you a good boy?"

His hips stuttered, as if your question hit a speed bump in his brain. He opted to just ignore it in favor of biting his lip. You shook your head. Oh no. No way he was trying to get an out in the middle of an out. You slowed your tempo, earning a frustrated growl from you man.

"Fuck wait! I'm sorry I'll fucking answer. Just say it one more time," he stammered.

That was new. You never thought you'd ever hear him beg so easily.

"Oh honey, all you had to do was answer," you said, slowing you and loosening you had around his shaft.

Another irritated sigh. That godforasken tone of yours was back with a vengence, making him twitch in your limp grip. "Fuck, baby. I-I'll answer it. Please, one more time."

"How bout this," you squeezed, testing his attention,"Where do you want to cum?"

His pupils dilated at the prospect.

"Oh fuck. Your tits. Shit I wanna mess em up so bad," he was practically vibrating in your grasp. A new wave on excitement crackled in the air almost, making you give in. Almost.

"I don't think you deserve it," you stated flatly.

"Wha- wait! I answered!" he squealed," You can't just leave me hanging,"

You dragged his hand from his hanging dick just to twist and play with your nipples. He swallowed a whimper. He was beginning to wonder what he did just to avoid this torture ever taking place in the future. Hell, he'd beg forgiveness now if you just let him cum.

"I said you answer my questions, you get out of telling me what's bothering you at work, honey," you shrugged," You were doing so well, too, baby,"

His fist balled up at his sides. It would be so easy just to jerk it right now, but seeing you on the brink of dispappointmnet already, he didn't want to see what you would turn into if he tested your kindness any longer.

"Alright baby, alright. How can I... I'm at your mercy; how do I fix it?" he pleaded.

You scanned his frame. His eyes shone with unabashed hope. You sighed, relenting.

"Be honest: do you think you deserve to cum on my tits?"

His brain short circuited. Ran slipped out his sex-crazed stupor to throw an incredulous look your way. You smirked as he silently went through all the possible answers. There was no need to over think this, right? Just be honest.

"I think I do,"

You slowly replaced your hand, making his dick twitch immediately from the pressure.

"Why?"

He swallowed hard. Why? Hell, he barely thought he desserved you just from the amount of danger he risked you getting in by selfishly keeping you in his life. Here he was twitching and squirming, just aching for release, and completely stumped at your question.

"Oh Ran," he flinched," You're a good boy. Do you believe that?"

"N-not really," he admitted.

That earned your pace doubled on his cock. The pressure nearly made him double over from how fast he chased your hand.

"Too bad, only good boys cum where they want,"

He whimpered. He couldn't tell if this was humiliating or tantalizing. One thing was for sure, though, if you stopped again, he was gonna have one.

"Fuck. I'm a good boy. I- oh God- I'm a good boy. Believe me I am. I do my best just for you. Just mm keep going,"

Over and over Ran repeated his "I'm a good boy mantra" slipping up as he began to shake. Something was holding him back, and this time, it wasn't work. It was you. Specifically your lack of permission. So, you leaned forward, pressing yourself into his leaking erection. Just before his eyes crossed, you teased him with one more question.

"Would like to be a good boy, now?"

His confirmation metled into a myriad of unintelligent fragments and curses as he released all over your chest. You got the brunt of how pent up he was as his orgasm seemed to go on longer than usual. He doubled over, trapping you in his arms as he came to. You ran fingers through his purple locks, listening him to him gasp and groan into your shoulder.

A light sniffle broke the silence. You gripped his face, inspecting it closely for any remnants of pain.

"Fuck, didn't know how much I needed the uh confidence boost there," he leaned into your hand," Reminds me of the promise I made ya, when we first got together,"

You smoothed your thumb over his cheekbone, swooning at his muted bashfulness.

"Let's clean up, and we can talk about it, okay?"

A smirk split his face, as Ran crept over your torso until you were forced to lay under him.

"Oh you're not hearing a damn thing, til you answer a few questions of my own, hm ?"

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itsprjc · 5 months

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Well, Season 2 of TDI Reloaded (TDI Rematch) has had its first four episodes out for about a week. I figured I’d share my thoughts about what we’ve gotten so far:

-The challenges are a little more fun than in Season 1. They have a good amount of variety and the often led to really fun moments between the characters. From the Skunks clogging the toilet slide, to basically all the Rat Faces being carried by Caleb, and of course the AB questions challenge. My girlfriend and I straight up paused the episode each question to try and guess the answers. (We got over half of them right.) As for my personal ranks on the challenges:

-Taking it to the Rim Reaper (Ep. 2): Memorable concept, without going too overboard with it. Also, I’m a bit of a simpleton sucker for the pratfalls.

-Choosin’ for a Bruisin’ (Ep. 4): Great challenge for both character insights and just playing along with it during a first-time viewing.

-You Poor Saps (Ep. 3): I technically prefer Ep.1’s challenge, but this one led to so many gold character moments.

-The Pink Painter Strikes Again (Ep.1): Solid start. Simple challenge, nothing too crazy.

-Animation is pretty much on the same level as Season 1. The facial expressions are GOLD! I’d argue some parts feel more dynamic than Season 1, like the slide moments in Episode 2, but overall, no complaints.

-The characters feel like they never left:

-Priya: I kinda get why she’d fall hard for Caleb, as keep in mind, she’s been stuck with this training with hardly any friends. This also explaining why she instantly jumped to befriending Millie when it seemed they got along. It’s clear that she does value the friendship as she was the only one to give Millie a chance after Episode 2. She also did work as an effective leader in the same episode, instantly taking advantage of the challenge’s slide order rule. Overall, I’m okay with Priya.

-Bowie: I dig his plot. Bowie made it clear at the end of Season 1 that he’s willing to bend the rules…and it’s clear that he probably cares about Raj more. Since people are more weary of him after the finale, it makes sense to have his conflict be more about whether he’d play dirty again. Also, this joker in Episode 4! As a captain (assuming those roles are official) I feel Priya’s more effective, though.

Millie: It’s clear she had alot more learning to do about being a good friend. (I still say both her and Damien could have taken the two-point slide together if they were both weary on the third.) Though her elimination was pretty anticlimactic, unfortunately. I do prefer her in Season 1, but I’m not against the plot they gave her.

Julia & MK: I’m putting them both together because they’re basically a package deal this time around. Overall, live their dynamic. It was a sudden jump from animosity to friendship, but that’s just because they know game when they see it. They have so much fun just being underhanded together, and it’s honestly a refreshing take on villain alliances. While I’d say MK is the breakout of the two, since she’s the brains of the whole alliance, Julia’s dialogue is so on point that it hurts. My hopes is that MK does succeed in backstabbing Julia, but she doesn’t even get mad. She just respects a player and roots for her to win…underhandedly, of course.

Emma: Compared to Millie…honestly not that mixed. I’m glad she cut the chord with Chase early and she got him booted in a clever way. The one thing that’s kinda backwards is how she ends up being a poor judge of character in Episode 4 when she basically red Chase like a book in Episode 2. But then again, I guess that’s just chalked down to being used to his sorry butt the most?

Chase: Everybody (including me) called that he’d be an early boot…and he was. I’m perfectly content with that, as it’s clear that character development was never the end-goal with Chase. And the moment he left, the Skunk Butts became the de facto best team. Props on his ballsy attempt to outrun the balloons in challenge 1, though.

Zee: All I wanted from Zee in Season 2 is for him to still be Zee…Good news, Zee is still Zee. I honestly got worried the “soda influencer” plot would be a cheap and easy way to make him an early boot…and they make him Papa Zee instead. I love this lanky boy.

Ripper: My one complaint on Ripper is that he feels like he’s really not there that much. In Episode 2, he disappears for a good while until the mid-end. And he doesn’t really get to interact with his new team that much. The only real time he interacts with the other skunks is when he asks about how to approach Axel. Let’s talk about Ripaxel…I honestly really wanna see what they do with it! It is a little sudden how it starts, but in its defense, so was Rajbow. Their interactions in Episode 3 were fun to watch, and that POEM. Hey, fanfic writers…Raj and Ripper having a poetry battle…think about it. Despite him disappearing sometimes, what we do get from him is enjoyable. Here’s to more!

Wayne and Raj: My boys are untouched! The one blessing is that they NEVER went for some stupid jealousy plot! (Wayne cares too much for Raj for petty stuff like that.) And they are arguably goofier than in Season 1. (Shoutouts to them wanting burgers after seeing the slides and the “Cyclone-Spin Cycle”) It is funny how many people (again, including me) wanted to see their mischievous side more, but instead the boys are even bigger boy scouts with their understandable disgust at cheating. While I still think one leaving earlier is more likely, I really, REALLY hope that they stick for a little. Imagine them against Julia and MK for at least an episode or two! And while I still would love a Damien VS. MK finale, Wayne or Raj VS. MK works great! Fair and honest player against a crafty cheater. It would be gold!

Damien: I’m really holding out for him since he’s pretty much jogging in place a bit. Sure, he wants to take more risks, but it’s not to a great extent. Then again, the season’s only gotten started. I just hope his crafty side comes out more later. He’s not too afraid anymore, so now he needs to push his brains to the forefront.

Scary Girl: I dig the “Lauren” design. Unfortunately, the “normal” bit wasn’t really used all that much, as she barely had a presence in Episode 1. She had some small scenes, but nothing outstanding until she got herself eliminated. Though given how she was enjoyable, but pretty one-note last season, I feel she works well as a first-boot. Will she return to stalk everyone? Who knows. Probably.

Nichelle: I dig her more confident attitude. Part of me wishes we saw her gaining that confidence DURING the season, rather than all that development being off-screen, though. It makes sense for her to train beforehand, but I would have just as easily liked her having a bit of fire in her and then training throughout the season. As she is, I like how she’s so done with her old Hollywood life. Hopefully she does interact with Damien more, as they seem to have a friendship growing.

Axel: Besides MK, Axel was the biggest relief of the S1 pre-mergers. She’s still hostile and hardcore, but I find her showings of care towards the team being well-needed additions. Examples being her helping Damien back to camp after the four-point slide, and her warning her team to be cautious about getting stuck with the sap. I already said my piece on Ripaxel, so my personal hope is that there is a survival or stealth challenge where the two have to work together. (Ala Hide and Be Sneaky, Eat, Puke, and be Wary, or Hurl and Go Seek if you wanna count the “zombie” thing.)

Caleb: Caleb was simple, and he still kinda is. I like how paranoid he was in Episode 1, but overall he’s just a more effective Justin. I do prefer him over Justin, as he can be a massive asset to the team, as shown in Episode 3. Like Zee, I’m fine with him as is, and can only wait and see what he does in later episodes. Will his alliance become genuine romance or just a tool for Caleb to outlast Priya? Probably the ladder, as he doesn’t seem to show any romantic interest in her that feels genuine.

And that’s Total Drama Island Rematch so far. Tomorrow should be the debuts of Episodes 5 and 6, so here’s to a great season. I was honestly shocked at how much I loved this cast, and how refreshing it felt seeing the show after a seven (eight if you ignore Ridonculous) year hiatus. I will be making sure to watch the series again when it comes to MAX in seventy years. As for whether or not I wanna see the Gen 4 cast again…I’ll probably be content with them stopping their run after Season 2. Reloaded and Rematch work as just two halves of a nice little package, and I really don’t want them to risk having this lovable cast go through what Gen 1 did. If we do get a new season, I’d be fine with them having a new cast. Fans will probably like them as much as they do with Gen 4.

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wild-karrde · 9 months

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Hi Karrde! Congrats on the milestone! Quote ficlet: “Wait. What do you want me to do?!” & Wolffe 🤭

Thanks so much Kira! This one took a bit of a turn that was unexpected for me, but I kind of like how it turned out (and I really hope you do too!) Thanks again for the ask!

Rating: T

Warnings: language, mention of death/canon-typical violence

Word Count: 1.9k words

Wolffe lengthened his strides, trying to pick up his pace without looking rushed. His meetings with his general had normally taken place at the Coruscant base near the barracks, but for whatever reason, Plo Koon had insisted Wolffe meet him at the Jedi temple this time. And after getting turned around in the unfamiliar corridors and having to double back at least twice, Wolffe was running late.

Wolffe hated being late.

He rounded a final corner and fought the urge to sigh audibly with relief when he caught sight of the door the general had indicated in his directions. Wiping a little bit of sweat from his brow, he straightened his spine to attention and pressed the buzzer on the door panel.

“Enter,” came the familiar baritone of Plo Koon from within.

Wolffe was surprised to find the door unlocked. He couldn’t think of a single door on base that wasn’t secured with the exception of maybe the refreshers, but even those were attached to the individual barracks, which required an access code.

Must not be as concerned with security since damn near everyone here wields a lightsaber.

Stepping inside, he found the Kel Dor Jedi master kneeling in front of a low table. To Wolffe, it felt as though he had intruded on some private moment, and it made him sweat harder under his armor.

“General, I apologize for my tardiness. If now is a bad time, I can come back later and –”

“Wolffe, you can set your helmet by the door. Please come sit down and have some tea with me.”

The clone commander stumbled in his apology as the general’s words settled into his brain, and he uncharacteristically stuttered. “W-wait. What do you want me to do?”

The Kel Dor chuckled to himself, gesturing at a cushion next to him. “I’d like you to sit down and have some tea with me.”

Wolffe stood still by the door awkwardly. “I still don’t understand, sir.”

Plo Koon pushed himself to his feet, crossing the room and reaching out his hands for Wolffe’s helmet. “I find I’m more effective in my leadership when I have a good understanding of those I’m leading. Even more so if they are my friends. So I would like to be your friend, Wolffe. I understand that we have a power dynamic that makes this difficult, but I would like to try anyway. Is that alright?”

Wolffe nodded slowly, his brain rushing to process what was happening. The general wanted to be his friend. He thought very highly of the general, but he’d never have thought to cross the line into ‘friendship’. Come to think of it, Wolffe wasn’t sure if he’d ever really had someone he called a 'friend'. He had Cody and Rex and Fox and Bly and the others, but they were brothers, and a brother was different. They were of course friends by definition, but it almost felt like the default, and very different from a friendship he would share with any other being. Only brothers understood what a brother went through, but maybe that was Plo’s point, his goal: to figure out what it was like to be Wolffe, to be a clone. To become his friend so as to better understand him. Wolffe did agree with the tactic; he found he was more effective as a commander when he understood the mental states and personalities of his men. As much as it felt like a violation of some sort of unwritten protocol, he relented, handing his helmet to his general and striding over to the cushion on the floor.

Plo set his helmet on a table by the door, coming to sit across from him. He watched as Wolffe attempted to lower himself onto the cushion, trying to emulate the Jedi Master’s cross-legged seated position, but finding it difficult with his armor on. The Kel Dor chuckled again. “We are not currently under threat of attack, Commander. If it would be easier and more comfortable, you are welcome to take off some of your armor.”

That felt too casual for Wolffe. “If it’s all the same to you, sir, I think I’d rather keep it on in case I get called away suddenly.”

Plo nodded. “Very well. How do you take your tea?”

Wolffe stared at him. “I’m not much of a tea drinker if I’m honest, sir. Normally all we have around is caf, and even then, it’s the type of stuff that would peel paint off a star cruiser.”

The Kel Dor chuckled again. “I’ll keep that in mind for any future meetings. For now, let’s just see if you enjoy it the same way Master Kenobi does. He was the one that I first had this sort of tea with. I’ve been assured it’s not too abrasive to the human palette.” He sprinkled a little bit of sugar into the cup closest to Wolffe before reaching out and sliding a box that had been sitting on the table towards the clone commander. “I’ve also noted you have a bit of a sweet tooth. I hope these are to your liking.”

Wolffe popped the box open hesitantly, and was immediately hit with the smell of warm butter and cinnamon. His mouth watered involuntarily as he stared down at the glazed sweet buns inside.

“They smell amazing, sir. Where did you get them?”

“I’d heard it rumored that the 28th Combat Wing frequents a certain shop on one of the lower levels, so I made a point to stop by there. Getting their captain to disclose the location required me to promise not to reveal the location, not even under threat of torture.” Because of his mask and eye coverings, Kel Dors were somewhat limited in their expressions, but Wolffe suspected if Plo could have winked at him, he would have. That particular shop was indeed a well-kept secret, one that Wolffe had damn near promised his left kidney for, but he wasn’t surprised that the Jedi Master had gotten the secret out of Crater. The captain of the 28th had always been a good judge of character, and if you spent more than five minutes with Plo Koon, you likely would trust him with just about anything.

A thought struck Wolffe. “Sir, are you even able to eat these?”

The Kel Dor was carefully adding dried, purplish leaves into a teapot. “I could, but it wouldn’t necessarily be a pleasant sight for you. Due to my inability to breathe this atmosphere without my mask, eating for my species is a somewhat involved task, one that I’d rather not subject you to.”

Wolffe nodded, trying not to let his mind wander towards any insensitive questions. He noted that there were two tea cups out, and he was debating whether to ask his next question, but the Jedi seemed to read his mind. “Luckily, when it comes to liquids, I do have an apparatus in my mask that allows me to ingest those with some ease.”

“But won’t that still poison you? Sir?” Wolffe added hastily. “The oxygen in the water that is.”

Plo chuckled again. “It’s actually not usually a problem if I ingest something containing oxygen as long as the concentration isn’t above a certain threshold. The main issue is with my respiratory system, but my mask does contain a filtration system to keep me safe while drinking as well.” He pressed at a small place on the side of his mask, and a thin apparatus only a few centimeters in length protruded, seemingly some sort of straw. Wolffe nodded.

“I suppose that makes sense.”

Plo pulled the strainer containing the tea leaves from the tea pot, setting it aside and pouring the steaming magenta liquid into the two cups, sliding the one containing sugar towards Wolffe.

“I sense you have other questions, Commander. Ones that aren’t about my anatomy.”

Wolffe felt heat creep across his face. “Sorry,” he mumbled, hurriedly taking a sip of the tea. It was light and floral with just a hint of sweetness from the sugar. He deemed it pleasant, even if it did scald his tongue.

“No need to apologize. I’m not necessarily a species one comes across outside of my homeworld,” the Jedi reassured him.

Wolffe nodded, setting the tea down on the saucer and running his burned tongue across the roof of his mouth as he considered how to ask his next question. The Kel Dor watched him patiently. Finally, Wolffe gave up trying to beat around the bush. Subtlety and flowery language had never been his favored approach.

“Alright. Why do you suddenly want to be my friend, sir? Don’t get me wrong, I agree with your reasoning. It just seems that something spurred this on, and I’d like to know what changed in case I need to adjust accordingly.”

He had a sneaking suspicion he knew what event had caused this sudden shift. The way his Jedi general stared out the window for a moment with a seemingly distant gaze all but confirmed it.

“After what happened with the Malevolence, there was one particular moment I couldn’t get out of my mind. The violence and death disconcerted me of course, but it was a moment with your brothers while we were outside the pod. They told me they didn’t think anyone was coming because clones are meant to be expendable. And that is…unacceptable to me.”

Wolffe nodded slowly, trying to keep his face neutral. His brothers had relayed the other side of the conversation to him, and quite frankly, the general’s emphatic response that they were not expendable in his mind was a moment that would live on in the Wolfpack’s minds forever. It had been the moment where Wolffe knew they’d gotten lucky, that their general cared about them, and that at the end of the day, they’d follow him anywhere because of that.

Plo continued, “I want to ensure you never feel like that. I never want you to feel that I don’t care about your well-being, or that I see you as a weapon rather than a being worthy of empathy and compassion. So, I thought it was best that we come to understand each other, not just as general and commander, but as friends.”

The two of them sat quietly for a moment, both sipping their tea. Finally, Plo spoke again. “I understand this is unorthodox. I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable. If so, I sincerely apologize.”

Wolffe bit into one of the buns, chewing contemplatively as he studied the Jedi Master before him. There was something about Plo Koon that always seemed to instantly disarm him, something that made him want to confide in the Jedi. He’d always been slow to trust anyone that wasn’t a brother, but the Kel Dor had never given him a reason to doubt his motives or question his intentions. He’d always been honest with Wolffe, even if he sensed he disagreed. In fact, he had welcomed any opposition to his line of thinking, occasionally changing course if Wolffe could provide reasoning to make him see things differently. And above all, he liked the Jedi, no matter how much he tried to keep the barrier between their roles a very clearly drawn line in the sand. He took another bite of the bun, and the buttery warmth soothed his scalded tongue. He smiled to himself.

If Crater trusts him with the sweet shop, then you can trust him too. And you’ve always known that.

“With all due respect, sir, if you keep providing me with this quality of pastry, I don’t think I’ll have any choice but to be your friend.”

If Kel Dors could smile, he was certain Plo’s would have damn near swallowed his face. “Noted for our future teas together then, Commander.”

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