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#me everyday#just finding even the slightest bit of crumbs#scraping at the empty plates and the bottom of the trash can#it’s a real true battle out here#doesn’t help that he’s basically dead#nolan patrick#nolpat#np19#travis konecny#philidelphia flyers#las vegas knights#nico hischier
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can you do Tanjiro x fem reader where he finds out that she’s been getting bullied and he comforts her?
if you’re not comfortable with that it’s ok, no pressure:3
Oooh! Okay! I think I can definitely do this one as I have a idea for Tanjiro this time. I love this boy so much! I assume this is set in a more Kimetsu Academy AU-based world!
Kamado Tanjiro- Protection Squad
Right from the very beginning, Tanjiro could tell something was wrong with you but he couldn’t place his finger on WHAT the problem actually was. The way you enter the class so gloomy and cry over your lunch in privacy
Who is hurting you?! … and what is their address?
Tanjiro doesn’t like to snoop, even on his crush. To him, it’s offensive and invasive but his concern for you elevates his morality. After a few days, he finally finds out the cause of your misery
Bullies… of course. Why didn’t he see it sooner? Your hidden bruises, the way you pull down your skirt. You have girls picking on you ruthlessly, and he couldn’t protect you from them
He was the worst. Such a idiot, why was he oblivious to your pain?! What kind of boyfriend would he make if he can’t even notice your distress
Tanjiro won’t accept that, girls find you annoying or ugly, in the slightest, his first priority is cheer you up then get those girls disciplined. Tanjiro immediately marches to you and pulls out of the room to talk with you alone
Your bawling breaks his heart into several crumb-sized pieces but he stays strong for you
“Hey! What is going on here?” A familiar yet angelic voice barks out firmly but politely from behind the backs of the typical popular girls that crowded you. It was like this everyday…
The girls would track you down, corner you, pull your hair, harass you, tell you to commit seppuku and berate your sense of self-worth. It has gotten so bad that you cried almost everyday and you never thought anybody would notice your wails for help but with the ways the girls snapped to face the voice, your sore puffy eyes lighten up, almost brighter than the sun as Tanjiro pouted firmly with his arms crossed
“Are you five bullying your junior? That is cruel and inhumane, you should know better! If have a problem! You should just talk about it!” Tanjiro pipes out, stepping closer without letting his eyes wonder off the group huddled over you. Despite his cute friendly face, gorgeous plum red eyes and sympathetic beautiful smile, Tanjiro always emitted this strange yet intimidating aura when he was angry and you could tell that he was angry
You could tell it was effecting the girls as a number of them shivered and cowardly tried to curl into themselves. Tanjiro would never raise a fist to a woman, rather they be cruel to another woman but he wasn’t above scaring them off. Once he had reached the miniature wave of people, his eyes gestured to the obvious black stump on the roof
The security cameras. Tanjiro must have had everything he seen himself be recorded, so he could have solid evidence
The group of over-blinged monstrous seniors rushed off, the blonde leader pulling at their wrists with a angry scowl, she devoted that ‘this was not over’. Once they had waddled away with their tails inbetween their legs, you felt your weakened knees collapse and Tanjiro reacted and acted much faster than you could process what happened and caught you before you could thump onto your knees
“Dokusha. Are you okay? Are you hurt? How long has this been happening? Why didn’t you tell me anything! I could have protected you sooner! Taken you to class every single day until they face punishment” Tanjiro let his heavy concern bleed out of him like a rapidly spilling wound, finally releasing from his tightening heart from it’s shackles as his arms continued to support you and lift you to your weak feet. Not even faltering one bit, Tanjiro kept gazing into your eyes with a soft smile
Those… gorgeous, sympathetic plum reds made you feel warm, fuzzy and glowing. As if all the hate and negativity over those girls’ harsh words were being vacuum-sucked out of your systems. You weren’t alone anymore, Tanjiro is here now and he knows everything but he only wished he knew sooner
He had failed you but no more, he refuses to fail you again
“Let it out, Dokusha… I promise, those girls won’t pick on you again. I will always be with you” Tanjiro gently spoke, treating your emotions as if they were as fragile as glass as he crouched down to pick you off your feet to better hold you in a defensive manner. You would have blown up in hot red blush and hysterically stutter at your longtime crush basically carrying you like a groom does to his bride but you were too upset to realise it, sobbing deeply and covering your face with your dainty, bruised palms
Tanjiro couldn’t standing have to hear your crying, each tear shed and sharp breath felt as if a knife was repetitively shanking his heart and it made him cringe at imaginary pain. You didn’t deserve to be in this much pain, you’re amazing. Why can’t those girls see that? See what he sees in you? You’re so sweet, so kind, so welcoming, so talented, so….
Beautiful
#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#anime and manga#kny imagines#headcanons#short story#kny characters#kamado tanjiro#tanjiro kamado#tanjiro kny#tanjirou#tanjiro fluff#tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu tanjiro#demon slayer tanjiro#kny tanjiro#tanjiro x reader#tanjiro kamado x reader#kimetsu academy#kimetsu academy au#kamado tanjiro x reader#kny tanjiro kamado#kny x reader#demon slayer headcanons#crush short story#kny short story#tanjiro short story
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I want to ask about all of it but please,,, a crumb of sundowning 🙏
Camus I would post sundowning in its entirety right here right now if you asked me to 💘
Here’s a hospital scene mixed with a little flashback:
He clears his throat, fully doubting this will do anything, but willing to try anything.
“Johnny?”
It’s the first time he’s said the name aloud since–
Since.
“Johnny?” She asks, flipping through the chart. “He goes by Johnny? There wasn’t anything in here—”
“No. No, just…,” he trails off, not knowing how the fuck he’s supposed to finish that sentence without giving the impression that they’re something they’re not. He does go by Johnny but you can’t call him that. Nobody else can either actually, unless it’s me. Right then. Jesus Christ. It’s almost a more embarrassing scenario than when he wanted to tell the nurse aide to let him be the one to bathe him.
He remembers Soap warning Alejandro not to call him Johnny. It feels like a lifetime ago. He didn’t know it at the time but that was only the first of several incidents to come from the name.
Soap has completely pulverised their only source of intel. Ghost would be seething about it if he weren’t so turned on.
Soap hadn’t lost it until the rat-faced bastard taunted him with the nickname he’d overheard Ghost use.
“Call me that one more time, ye fuckin’ wankstain, swear I—”
Soap rears back to put a boot in the man’s face, but Ghost finally gains the sense to put a stop to it. He grips Soap by the collar and yanks.
“Simmer.”
It’s unbelievable how quick the raging fire dies down. All from a simple touch and command. He vaguely wonders what else his sergeant might do if he only gave the word.
“Sorry.”
“Mind tellin’ me what the actual fuck that was about?”
“He called me Johnny,” Soap mumbles, looking off to the side.
It reminds him of a child explaining to a parent why he got into a fight in the schoolyard. Similar to a child, the reason is because of name calling. And this one is just a normal bloody name.
“I call you Johnny.”
“Yeah, well, you’re the only one who can.”
He’s said that before—weeks ago in Mexico. Ghost still doesn’t understand it, hasn’t asked, too hesitant about throwing a wrench in this little friendship they’ve started to build. It’s been so long since he’s had a mate like Johnny. Never, actually.
But throw a wrench he must do now because when Price finds out about their prisoner…well. He needs answers. Ones that make even the slightest bit of sense to himself at the very least.
“Why?”
“Because it sounds sexy coming out of your mouth, sir.”
Insubordinate little—
“I don’t know, Ghost,” Johnny sighs, running a bloodied glove down his face. “Supposin’ the both of us need to figure that one out.”
“Just a name I use for him.”
It sounds weak even to his own ears. Heat gathers in his cheeks and he can only hope the mask is high enough to cover the blush. She gives a thoughtful hum before nodding at him to continue.
Why is this so humiliating?
“Johnny,” he says with a bite. “Eyes open for us.”
Nothing. The disappointment that floods his body shouldn’t be so sharp. He’d expected this, afterall. He flops back into his chair.
Emily presses her pen down against Soap’s fingernail with more and more pressure each passing second. Simon digs his own fingers into his kneecaps and Johnny doesn’t open his eyes. Just as expected.
What’s not fucking expected is Johnny’s arm suddenly jerking away from the pressure against his hand.
Ghost shoots up out of his chair once more.
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Everything is Temporary, And This Was Just One of Those Things.
“Alex, you know this can’t go on.” She said weakly, so tired of arguing and trying to fix something that was long broken.
“But-…” He wanted to say something, like ‘I can change,’ or ‘I’ll find the time,’ sincerely he would do whatever it took, but she was tired of that promise not being fulfilled.
“Alex, it’ll be alright. You’ll find someone who can deal with this life, who will love as much or more than I could or can. She’ll be beautiful, and you’ll be perfect. Like a beautiful painting you stop and look at in a museum. It’ll be okay.” She spoke.
She tried her best to let it out and convince him, maybe even convince herself. She felt like this was a good idea. Like this was the right thing to do for their problems. There were no ill tidings implied, it just wasn’t working. So, in her mind the best option was to let rest. Let it go.
But this was not the case for the slightest with Alex. She was his best friend before anything, and he could handle you not being his girlfriend, no matter how much that would hurt, but what he couldn’t handle was her not being in his life. He had never considered leaving the band seriously ever, but in this moment he would smash his guitar to bits, and rip out his larynx if it meant she’d stay. That’s all he wanted, he wanted the lovely girl who cared for him, who loved him more than she loved herself to stay. To be with him forever. To grow old with. He didn’t want some other girl, he wanted her. He was madly in love with her, so madly in love. But like what we see now he couldn’t save it, he couldn’t have what he wanted.
“I don’t want another girl, I want you.” He cried holding onto her waist, scared she would leave him at any moment.
His words broke her heart. This was right, right? She kept asking herself that, if this was really the right thing, why did it hurt so badly. This was the worst pain she had felt, and it wasn’t even physical.
“But she’ll love you like I did. And that’s enough.” She spoke, her whole body aching in pain as she felt like she was ripping her body from him in the literal sense.
“No, no, don’t leave.” He crumbled, he was nothing but crumbs that were left on a plate to be washed away in a sink.
Tears pouring from his eyes profusely, each one falling to the floor where they stood. It looked as though he could fill each and every ocean over and over with them. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and he felt nothing but sadness and synonyms for it. He doesn’t know how he’d live without her. The bed would be so cold, his hands forever empty, his lips left untouched, his body left un-hugged, and his brain left with nothing but the memories of her, that now we’re bittersweet.
“Alex, I have to-”
“No, you don’t. You don’t have to leave. You never have to. You feel like you have to. But I can’t stop you, and-…you wouldn’t care if I tried. What will I do without you?” His words so fragile, like they would break if he said them wrong.
“You’ll do what you always do.” She spoke softly.
“But I always love you. You’re in my mind everyday, every hour every second, down to the smallest measurement of time, you are always on my mind. I can’t continue life normally without you.” He spoke trying to get her to stay no matter how much he knew if was impossible.
“Then I guess life won’t be normal, and I’m sorry, but I can’t stay.” She insisted.
“At the least please don’t leave without a goodbye.” He begged.
“I would never dream of it.” She smirked, causing a small ever so slight perk of his lips.
He kissed her, desperately but gentle. He didn’t want it to end but his lips eventually found themselves away from hers. He wanted to kiss her again, he wanted to kiss her everyday of his life but now he has to live with that one being the last one. He pulled her into the tightest hug he could give. One of those born crushing ones. But when they pulled away it hurt. It hurt that this was the last time he’d look into those eyes and see his lovely girlfriend staring back at him. Now, it would simply be a beautiful stranger who held a lot more history than he could admit.
Then she looked at him one last time with a weak smile and let him go. She walked away from him and he watched her go to the door and open it she was only a few feet away from him and she said,
“Goodbye, Alex. Good luck with everything.”
“Goodbye.” He choked out trying to smile to make her feel better about going.
He watched her weak smile fall when she turned and she closed the door, for the final time.
And Alex fell to his knees and curled himself up against a wall into a ball and wept. His tears fell heavily, not even thinking for a moment about stopping. So much time was ticking by and he spent it crying and choking on his breath. And eventually he exhausted himself and fell asleep. His eyes were read and a small puddle formed on the floor around his face, but at least he didn’t have to feel that pain for a moment.
He still loved her, he will always love her.
#alex turner x reader#alex turner fanfic#alex turner#alex turner arctic monkeys#arctic monkeys#angst
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She’s always been the envy of her sisters who range from super chubby to morbidly obese… she’s the baby of the family and has somehow managed to shake the family tradition of carrying a few (dozen) extra lbs. Even their own rotund mother is jealous of her single svelt daughter… she’s always worked so hard to stay as skinny as possible at home that when she got to college and got a taste of freedom it was all too easy for her body to revert to her genetics and pile on the freshman 15… she tries desperately to hide it from her family and succeeds until the family bbq where she finds herself face to face with her old bikini which now causes her to have the slightest belly… but as she meekly sheds her towel to get into the pool all jealous gazes lock on to her softer middle and it’s like there’s blood in the water… suddenly everyone is extra friendly and welcoming trying to weaken her resolve and get her to lower her walls..
the little bit of pudge that protrudes over the bikini bottoms can't even be considered a muffin top, yet the reaction of her family being so immediate and bold, the small amount of 15 pounds almost feel like as if she gained the triple the amount. all the eyes on her lightly swollen middle only cause her to grow a little embarrassed. she doesn't even get to take a dip in the family pool before she's practically dragged into an empty seat at the table and given minimum of three full plates of homemade, grease dripping burgers fresh off the grill, hot dogs and all the classic family bbq meals.
just the first plate takes her ages to finish, already stuffed to her limits before she's pressured by everyone to continue filling her poor belly until there's not even a crumb left
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angela birthday imagine
“Hey, you’re not supposed to be doing those,” Angela says, referring to the dishes, as she wraps her hands around your waist from behind.
The night before the two of you went out for dinner with friends so tonight you were all hers. She cooked you dinner consisting of your favorite pasta and homemade garlic bread. The kitchen was a bit of a mess with flour and bread crumbs scattering almost every surface. Cleaning right away is not your girlfriend’s strong suit.
As she corked and put away the wine, you started on the dishes.
“Birthday girl isn’t supposed to do dishes,” she whines and pulls on your waist a little, ultimately pulling your back into her front even more.
“You have done more than enough, Ang, let me do this for you,” you reply happily. The present she bought for you could not have been more perfect and she dressed up in your favorite dress of hers.
“Mm, there’s a lot more you could be doing to me,” she mumbles into the side of your neck.
“To you?” you ask, giggling.
“I know what I said.”
“Ok, ok, dishes can wait til tomorrow,” you turn around into her arms and the two of you embrace.
Being even the slightest bit taller than her has its little advantages like easy access to kiss her forehead (on your tippy toes) which you do like always. You then nuzzle into her hair that smells like eucalyptus and vanilla. Her smell is intoxicating.
“Now may I please get you out of this dress?” she leans back to ask ever so casually and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.
It’s impossible not to smile even though you wish you could tease her a bit, but you feel your entire body heat up and smile grow wider.
“Yes, please,” you say and kiss her. You kiss for a few moments until she pulls back and says “I have one more present,” she smiles in such a way where you know she’s up to something. “Sort of,” she tilts her head then sprints off into the bedroom.
“What does that mean??” you yell.
“Come find out,” she shouts back.
You will never be able to guess what Angela has up her sleeve this time, so you hesitantly enter the bedroom.
“Angela?”
“Hold on,” she says from behind the attached-bathroom door. “Sit on the bed.”
Tentatively, you sit on the bed facing the bathroom door. It’s not like she hasn’t thought scaring you was a fun prank before. You look around the room for any hint of a jump scare just in case.
“Are you on the bed?”
“Sitting here, just like you told me to,” you lightly drum your hands on your knees in anticipation.
The door to the bathroom opens, allowing the light to shine into the bedroom, and there stands Angela in black lingerie. It’s strappy underwear and bra and fuck does she look good. And she’s wearing black heels oh my god. One of her hands release from the door jam to take her hair out of its half-up half-down bun. She shakes around her short, slightly curled hair.
Your eyes widen and jaw tightens. Her body might just be your favorite thing on this planet. Scratch that, it is definitely your favorite thing on this planet.
“You-“ you try.
“Mhm,” she smiles and walks towards you. Both of her hands land on your shoulders as you sit on the edge of the bed, completely stunned.
“You are-“ you look up at her. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“Thank you, baby,” she smiles knowingly, grabbing your face in her hands and kissing you.
“I can’t believe you,” you say between kisses.
“Good, right?” she asks confidently, straightening back out, hands in your hair.
“You’re so perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” she says sincerely as she plays with your hair. “Happy birthday, y/n.”
You two kiss again and your hands travel from her hips to her waist and back down to her ass.
You squeeze, pulling her in closer. She groans and breaks the kiss.
“I didn’t say you could enjoy your present yet,” she whispers in your ear and pulls your hands away by the wrists.
“Hmm?” you look up at her. Her ridiculously beautiful brown eyes.
“You know I love to tease you,” she says looking down, directly into your eyes. Your breath is cut short.
Angela plays with the straps of your dress for a moment before leaning over and kissing your neck and collarbones.
You reach to touch her waist again and she lightly pushes you away saying, “wait.”
“Babe,” you grunt in frustration.
“Just wait,” she whispers into your collarbone as she places your hands on the bed on either side of your thighs.
You close your eyes. She pushes off one of your dress straps and begins to leave a hickey in the same spot.
You notice the hand of hers that was squeezing your thigh for support as she bent over has disappeared, so you open your eyes.
At the same time, she pulls away from your shoulder and looks into your eyes, nose to nose. Her hand is down her own underwear, fingers moving slowly.
She lightly moans into your mouth as she kisses you.
“Oh my fucking god,” you whisper into her mouth. “Please let me touch you,” you whine.
“Not yet, birthday girl,” she whispers back. Angela straightens out, one hand holding your shoulder while the other works itself in her underwear. She’s looking down at you, at your folded hands in your lap. It’s not often she towers over you and you could get used to it.
Her hips jerk a little against her own hand as she stands between your knees fucking herself. With every jerk she’s closer to you, her boobs at eye level.
“I knew you’d like to watch,” she says in a low, breathless tone. She whimpers, never breaking eye contact.
She takes her hand out of her underwear and with the other hand, forcibly tilts your jaw to look up even more.
“Open,” she says, a little jarringly.
But nevertheless you open your mouth, always keeping eye contact. Angela brushes her thumb against your bottom lip and presses the two fingers that were just inside her against your tongue. You close your lips, sucking on her fingers. She’s never tasted so good.
“Good girl,” she says lowly again. “You’re so cute,” she says as she bends to kiss your forehead with her fingers still in your mouth.
She finally removes your dress, straddles you with heels and all, and the rest of the night concludes your favorite birthday ever.
#ok so here’s the thing#i am going to hell#and i’m good with it#as long as demon angela is there#ANYWAY#enjoy#i went a little crazy#a little silly#too silly#i can’t even tag her hehdbrhdbd#angela thoughts
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its particularly insane because it REALLY feels like if you pull one thread the whole tapestry will come undone. even just knowing the bits we do about baghera and the other experiments and the eggs being engineered by the feds feels like it paints such a Picture of what the federation is all about, but like. just knowing where the codes come from or what exactly was wiped from cellbit's memory when he was researching for the feds feels like it would open SO many more doors. its a whole interconnected bureaucratic unethical science organization and theyre so unbelievably secretive about how they operate because even the Slightest hint reveals how brittle they are
LIKE FUCKING EGG ISLAND PURGATORY. WAS A FEDERATION BRANCH BUT FOR ✨️REASONS✨️ NOBODY CHECKED IN TO MAKE SURE THE BRANCH WAS STILL COMPLIANT WITH PRIMARY FEDERATION INTENTIONS. like thats Wild what a fucking Shambles of an organization. are fed workers just fuckin bladerunner replicants i wouldnt be surprised at this point
I KNOWWWWWWW RIGHT
its such a rich world (specially now that we know there are multiple islands and entities unrelated to the federation) except we seem to be missing most of the crucial pieces ahhhhhh we just have several handfuls of information and no real way to fully organize them bc theres just SO MUCH we dont know yet!!!!!!! and this is fun to me!!!!!!!
feels like trying to put together a huge puzzle without a reference picture lol
we are at a point where we have certain unanswered questions that are SO loaded solving just a single one of them would open a world of new connections . bc everything is SO intertwined and we knowwwwwww that like we can feel around for the places where certain plotlines meet but its all just speculation and meta and theorizing until we get canon confirmation etc etc etc i cant WAIT to find out more stuff about the federation (sidenote: ive been really loving the recent fed pov streams even though its literal CRUMBS of information i love the insight into office life . hopefully we can squeeze out more tangible stuff next time
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Thank you to that one anon in this post the other day for giving me the slightest bit of encouragement I needed to justify more jiejie content because I have been thinking about it so much, so I will go ahead and ramble on a bit more about it
I'm thinking about married life for poor big sis... Little sis is great but I especially love the big sister dynamic because of how different it is from the little sister/meimei one, because 1) she's fully aware of how fucked up everything is, 2) she's always viewed her brothers as annoying little pests rather than respectable authority figures, looks down on them rather than little sister who looks up to them, but is now forced to be obedient and submissive to them anyway, which is far more humiliating >:)
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While they don't exactly look up to her per se, there's still this sort of desperation for approval in a way only little siblings have, that isn't present with the little sister/meimei. Like, big sis is this figure that has always been older and more mature, that has often had a scowl towards them and is annoyed by them... They want to earn her love!
There's this bizarre duality of approaching you as a normal little sibling would, desperate for approval and recognition, yet a complete lack of respect. Like "big sis look at this thing I did aren't you impressed do you love me now... Oh and also get on your knees" -- the switch can, and often does, happen that fast.
In many ways, your relationship remains sort of the same as it was... you just have a lot more responsibility added, now that you're obligated to fulfill their needs. It's like heaven for the boys... before they were so limited, only able to grope big sis in her sleep and spy on her naked, and to be able to go from that to having full permission to fuck her at any moment... it's surreal, and feels like a blessing.
You don't really remember the first few days, actually. You're fairly certain it's because you were in some state of shock or disbelief or something like that, and that's probably for the better that your only memories of the first night or so is just you not struggling too much -- you knew there was no point -- and that you were more or less mentally consumed by the sheet willpower to take it and alleviate your discomfort to the best of your ability. Not that you weren't still stretched out and sore for days on end... and not that that soreness excused you from needing to get right back to your responsibilities the next day.
If you thought things were bad before... it's infinitely worse now. See, for the average young man, once they've had a mere crumb of pussy in their lives, they tend to become addicted to it. It seems like each time in your life you think "I really can't get any time to myself!", fate seems to find a way to make it so much worse that you bitterly laugh at how you thought before was bad, and wish you could go back. This time is no different. There's more of an infatuation with them now. And they somehow become even more clingy, especially in the physical sense now, too. Before, they would trail you, always stand nearby, and you thought that was bad enough. There was still some hesitancy to get too close, afraid of annoying you. Now, they get touchy without hesitation, coming up and wrapping arms around you and resting their head on your shoulder.
Of course, you still get some respite when they're off with the knights, but those precious hours feel so short to you, it seems like they're barely gone before they're back again. The schedules overlap significantly, so in total about 6 hours, give or take the ten minutes the journey from the city to the estate takes. It always feels so much shorter, especially because you're still basically forced to perform tasks for their sake while they're gone. Sure, they're gone... but you're still cleaning up their clutter and washing their clothes and making their food so it doesn't really feel like much time to yourself at all.
But unlike they might have been with a younger sister, with big sis they're not as much taught to view her as some precious fragile thing that needs to be handled delicately. Nor does Father provide any instructions on how to fuck you properly -- he assumes you can do that much, right? Surely it can't be hard to teach them what they're supposed to do.
Unfortunately, it is. Something about the lack of blood to their brains in those moments must give them some memory issues, seeing as they seem to forget your instructions from previous sessions quite often. Primarily, all that stuff you said about timing and mood... They're not exactly... Flirtatious. Nothing quite like the romantic fantasies you've had, the love novels you read with leads that are charming and say all the right things that make you feel fuzzy inside just to read, or even some of the more witty and charming individuals you had a few dates with back before this all began.
No, you don't get any flirtatiousness or setup, it's more just a tap on the shoulder and questioning what you're doing. You eventually reach a point where you can tell based on their tone of voice, this way of asking "what are you doing?" or "hey, put that down for a second" that carries a very clear message of why they're approaching you. At least you can convince yourself that getting picked up and carried back to the bedroom (if that measure is taken, rather than just bending you over a surface) is somewhat like those romance novels.
Not that you even always get that much warning and decency, though. Sometimes you're just getting cock shoved inside of you at random moments. They're young and horny and big sis is supposed to be the older sibling and thus the mature one here right? Which means you need to be patient and tolerant and receptive without any hesitation to propositions for sex at random times throughout the day. They have needs and they certainly cannot control when your services and functions are going to be necessary for him to go about his day.
Diluc's a lot worse about that, sometimes he doesn't say anything, he just sees big sis's thighs and ass while she's bending over the countertop or digging through a cabinet or something (and due to the no panties rule this means very visible exposed pussy, it's nonsensical to expect anyone to resist that). The primal brain takes over and thus he kinda doesn't think about what he's doing, his brain just says 'must breed' so he comes up behind you and shoves it in without so much as a warning. He still mumbles an apology when you yelp and clench, but now that he's already stuffed inside you it would be cruel for you to force him to pull out. Okay, there are times he has to, such as when he realizes you were working on food and have something on the stove, in which case he'll give you a moment to turn the heat off or move the container... then he can bend you back over the countertop. Cooking can wait, his need to drain his balls into his sister's womb cannot.
They continue to be little pests in every conceivable way. You get woken up repeatedly in the middle of the night from shifting and getting tugged this way or that. You're constantly being called from across the house while trying to complete this or that task, and then the moment you finally get to come back to it, there's another voice calling you from the other side of the house. Ugh.
Probably the most lamented aspect of it all, really, is what used to be your one source of solace in this nightmare of an existence: bathing. It was the one place you could be free for a little while, have some privacy, some time to yourself... and now you don't even have that. Showers and baths mean big sis is naked and who in their right mind would miss out on such a thing?? Granted, you still try, sneak off and strip down and enjoy maybe two or three minutes of warm water before footsteps wander in. How come you didn't tell him?? Well, he needs a bath too, so... thankfully the bathtub only fits two at maximum, so if the other one wants a bath with you he has to wait until tomorrow.
And speaking of things that only one at a time can do, because big sis is such a comforting, familiar presence, you sometimes bring out some childishness in them. They still have that immature desire to get big sis's praise and approval all the time and, more infuriatingly, to be the favorite. After all, you have to have a favorite, right? It was much more blatant when they were little, but even now you still pick up on this subtle tension, each one indirectly seeking affirmation that he is, in fact, the favorite. Or at least, the favorite for today. Seems to be a bit of a back-and-forth, which means each day is a struggle to hold said title. One day, one of them may do something that upsets you, which results in the other becoming noticeably happier (and more smug) for the next day (while the other seethes and sulks).
Likewise, if one does something that makes you particularly happy, it's only a matter of hours, even minutes, before the other comes along with some gift or act of labor or impressive thing to try and outdo the first.
On the bright side, you can manipulate them with this, which is part of why you pretend not to notice and generally don't call them out on their rather childish need to outdo each other. You can pit them against each other and utilize jealousy to get them to do what you want. At some point you told them separately that 'well, *he* takes it nice and slow, and I like it better that way... why can't you be like that too?' and, even though it was a massive lie regarding both at the time, that's how you convinced them to actually invest in foreplay, which saves you some soreness at the very least.
You just try to save your energy for when you need it around them, but then, the worst possible scenario you could imagine becomes a reality: they get put on completely different schedules.
Meaning they will working at different times.
Meaning one of them will always be there.
The wonderous 6 hours or so you had before has vanished and life has officially become hell.
Diluc tends to prefer night shifts, so you're stuck with him during the day. Because he gets back in the early hours of the morning, he tends to wake you up shifting into bed, and due to the timing (and because he's a guy who needs his sleep or he'll be grouchy), he sleeps until noon-ish. Yet, Kaeya wakes up around 9 in the morning and has to leave, so you have to be up when that happens because how is he supposed to eat if you don't make him food?? And how is he supposed to have a good day without getting the necessary have-a-good-day sendoff kisses before leaving? So you need to be up at that time, but you also need to be ready around noon, too.
You learn to time it perfectly as the days go on, because on one hand, Diluc wakes up hungry and needs food, but on the other hand, waking up by himself to an empty bed with no sister to cuddle is less than ideal. Thankfully most days the maids can just bring you food so that you get more sleep, even though you sometimes have to convince them to keep helping you.
And speaking of them, you don't have anyone else to complain to, so you rant and whine and complain to the maids... you don't blame them for their lack of response. You know they'd get in trouble if they encouraged you, so it's no wonder they just nod and say dodgy things like I'm sorry you feel that way or I hope you feel better about it soon... they're your only outlet, though. And your Father? Hah, any complaints about what's being done to you turns into a lecture on how you shouldn't be so harsh, so many people would be so glad to have brothers who love them so much, your stubbornness is the only thing preventing you from being perfectly happy, blah blah. Talking to him just leaves you more upset.
That being said, to your dismay, your Father does become an intrusive figure in your sex life, if you can call it that.
It's horrifically embarrassing and awkward. While you're still the primary figure responsible for teaching, he just wants to ensure that his boys are getting the maximum usage value out of what has been given to them. After all, it would be a shame if there was some function of yours going unused and unenjoyed! They'd be missing out, and that can't stand. Especially because he realizes you might be inclined to, selfishly, not share helpful information, or even misinform them.
Which, to no one's surprise, it turns out you did. He's disappointed, but not shocked. You've been lying to avoid things you don't want to do. In particular, you've gone out of your way to try and avoid sucking cock -- you said it's bad for your health to swallow, said your throat still hurts even a week after the last time, and they don't really know any better, being as sweet and loving as they are, so they assume you're telling the truth. You also said something to the effect of that it's bad for their health to cum so many times they're shooting blanks, so they start stopping earlier in the day and not reaching that point which saves you somewhere around 3-4 'sessions' a day. Thankfully, Father is there to catch your lies and dispel both of those misconceptions.
You just have to be trained. And he's easily able to provide you with that. In fact, you need to have dedicated sessions to do so, getting throatfucked on a daily basis to train your gag reflex. Start off fairly gentle, so he says, they can increase intensity with time.
And they need to not be deterred, nor show weakness, when you gag and try to jerk your head back -- that's instinct, he says, of which getting rid of that is the entire purpose of said training. So, while they can feel bad for you when your eyes water and you whimper, the best course of action to take in that situation is just to give you some words of encouragement, but absolutely do not let you pull your head back before you've had your throat stuffed the designated amount of time, or you'll never get adjusted, and we can't have that now can we?
It's also probably best to tag-team said training -- you try to grab at their thighs and push as hard as you can, but again, that's just instinct, so your Father says, they need to just ignore that. Either the other needs to hold your arms behind your back, or, if there's only one there at the time, just tie your arms up before starting. There's also a best way to hold your head -- here, like this, watch, thumbs on the temples, two fingers above her ears, the other two wrapped around her jaw, then jerk her head back and forth like this...
Which brings us to the fact that, yes, it's only a matter of time before your Father fucks you too. For instructional and training purposes, of course. Someone has to show them how it's done. And even when neither of your brothers is around, you can be the one receiving instruction on how to improve. No, no, stick your tongue out a little more, you want to focus the sucking motion with your cheeks, not the roof of your mouth. Arch your back here, not like that, this way raises your hips up better and makes it easier... no, no, see, when he fucks into you from behind, your whole body rocks back and forth with the motion, try planting your feet more firmly and bending ever so slightly so your knees are against the desk, that way each thrust slams into you without lurching you forward, makes it more intense for both parties. Besides, his advice makes things easier and feel better for you too. See, you don't have to crane your neck with each bob of your head if you just tilt it like this, much easier right?
Not that making you feel good isn't also important. That's the trick to getting you fully trained, you have to have a sort of rewards system in place. Besides, your brothers like it too. They're actually rather fascinated by it, it's something new and exciting, just like getting to explore your body in the first place. Look at how big sis clenches and trembles when you touch her here or there, it's so mesmerizing to watch.
...But in particular, there's something very satisfying about big sis being very very mean, saying nasty things and getting an attitude, and watching her melt in pleasure. That's a very useful tactic Father taught them directly, for whenever she's fuming mad and chewing them out, being very loud and improper and ranting. When you first bend her over or lay her down and open her legs, she gets even more upset -- are you serious?! I'm not done talking! You -- you -- stop, no-- no, no, don't you fucking DARE-- and cuts off with this cute yelping sound when you shove it in.
The way her voice goes from low and snarling to these high-pitched little cries when you move, the way her face goes from all contorted with anger, to eyes going wide when it goes in, and finally to that look of pleasure where her eyes roll back and she whimpers -- it's euphoric. Besides, afterwards they can watch her go about her tasks with that occasional little shiver she does whenever cum leaks out and runs down her thigh.
There is one more issue, though, speaking of your reactions. You used to at least try to masturbate while they would be gone for the day. You still do, at least at first. But there's an issue. See, they do get days off. And there is a very distinct difference in sex with big sis on those days, they think... she cums a lot easier when they have a day off. As much as she seems to fight it and writhe away... well, it's okay, because one can hold her down while the other works her to orgasm, so it works out. But she still cums... that is, when they're with her all day. But on the days when they have work and come back, it seems like big sis doesn't cum so easily.
There's really only one explanation for this: she's been doing it to herself on her own time. She's having so many orgasms that, by the time they get back, she can't have many more for them! And to be honest, part of you does do it out of spite too... but it backfires when they find a way to deal with it by, as usual, being annoying little siblings that snitch to Father and ask him how to handle this grave situation. It's a pretty big offense, you know, and thankfully Father agrees that it's intolerable behavior. Knowing you, though, he says with a sigh, there's no point in simply making a rule, because you won't follow it, that's just how you are, you've proven time and time again that you don't listen to the rules. So, other measures will be necessary.
It's not the weirdest request poor Wagner has ever gotten, but it's certainly up there... he doesn't question it though. It's easy, since it's all leather, but soon your Father comes back with a nice little belt... it's shaped sort of like underwear, made to loop around your hips and under your cunt and fastens nice and snug to make absolutely sure you can't touch yourself. Wow, you sure have some spirit left in you, it's been a while since you fought something this hard. It takes all three people to force it onto you -- you more or less snap and lose whatever little dignity and pride you had left, and more or less thrash and kick and squeal and beg because the absolute last thing in this world left keeping you sane is the sweet relief and catharsis of daily orgasms and you'll be damned if you're forced to depend on those two brats for that too.
But you will be, alas, it gets secured in place anyway, so from now on, if you want to cum, you're not going to be the one causing it. They'll gladly help you out whenever you want though! Your father is rather upset with you about the whole incident though, pulls you aside for a while because what was that display just now?? He expects better from you, you're being a terrible influence by acting so immature.
Really, you ought to work on controlling your emotions a little better... after all, you're supposed to teach self-control through example. And if the example you're presenting is a complete lack of-self control, then that will just encourage them to have no self-control either... and you probably won't like what that means.
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Dear Mrs. Ricc — Otome, I mean ~ Your description of sexy team story Silvio’s bit made me unable to breathe 😳 How can this asshole (lovingly) get anymore attractive????? If you could, would you please share more detailed summary? *Collecting all Silvio crumbs as a non-jp speaker 😭*
Sure, Nonny! Here's the whole story, irreverently rendered and nominally accurate.
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After the ruckus about Day of the Beloved, Emma’s outside in the gardens where it suddenly begins POURING rain - sunny blue sky obliterated in an instant. She’s chatting with Luke, whom she ran into along the way, and he’s commiserating about the crappy weather before he suggests they try and find shelter somewhere nearby rather than try and make it all the way back to the castle in this deluge.
He takes his coat off and puts it over Emma to at least shield her a little from the rain, and he steers them towards the gazebo nearest to eke out some meager shelter - cheerfully brushing off her protests that he’ll get wet without his coat. She thanks him for the gesture, and thinks how considerate of him it is.
When they hustle to the gazebo though, they find some people already inside - Nokto and Silvio, who also ducked in to take shelter from the rain. Nokto’s got his jacket off, wringing water from it, and Silvio’s bitching about Nokto getting them caught out here even as Nokto’s sniping back that it was Silvio who was moaning about hating being inside the castle.
They’re both soaked to the bone as Emma points out (putting on her best ‘noble lady’ impression to keep up her story in front of Silvio) and Nokto’s just grinning that she and Luke are just as bad off as they are, especially Luke. Silvio seem impressed that Luke’s not just a tall guy, he works out a lot too.
Emma’s gotta admit to herself as she looks that Luke’s plastered wet clothing leaves little to the imagination, and it’s clearly true.
Luke turns it back around on Silvio with a grin though, and says him too - he might appear svelte but he’s got a lot of muscle. Silvio scoffs like, obvs…what’s a guy who sails on the regular gonna do with a scrawny body?? Emma can definitely see from his wet shirt that he’s got some niiiice proportions too.
Silvio then smirks that Nokto’s not exactly rippling with muscle, but Nokto’s nonplussed - he agrees he’s no beefcake but he DOES train still. Emma’s professional ‘wet shirt assessment’? Thin, but taut.
Then she mentally slaps herself like NO BAD BRAIN what are we thinking about right now?! It’s a bit overwhelming, manflesh on display plus the scent of the rain and cedar and everything else - they’re all three pretty damn sexy and she’s having a hard time looking (or not looking) at them, frankly.
They’re interrupted by someone’s voice, all pitched falsetto like a bad impression of her own. “Nokto and Luke and Silvio are all dressed so shamelessly, it’s hard to take my eyes off of them!” With a bad feeling, she turns to see Jin and Clavis coming into the gazebo too, all grins.
She’s sputtering that that’s NOT what she was thinking, but Clavis just laughs and tells her not to be shy, she’s got the creme de la creme of sexy princes all gathered in one spot here. Jin’s doing fake-Emma voice as he says, “Jin and Clavis are also soooo sexy!”
She’s begging Jin to please cut it out with the fake high voice, but he says he’s just speaking for her heart - and now CLAVIS goes on again all ‘Staaahhhp it’s so embarrassing to say that aloud - but also Jin aren’t you gonna take your clothes off??’ (please i can’t with these two I was laughing so hard here)
Jin of course just says, it can’t be helped if she wants he’ll just have to show off his male pride here too, and Emma’s thinking KDLFJSKDL WHAT IS WITH THESE PEOPLE as Jin seizes the slightest encouragement from Clavis’ fake-Emma urging to whip off his wet vest - gotta undo a button or two too, for good measure, to Emma’s dismay.
She’s having a REAL hard time finding somewhere safe to look right now - even looking at Clavis isn’t innocent, given the beguiling vision he makes with his wet clothes and his hair dripping with rain. Jin’s got that hard body, well-trained like Luke, but Clavis’ clothes are so well-tailored they make the most of every line of his body, even when NOT wet. Slender but taut, much like Nokto. (Clearly no flabby slackers in the bunch here lollll)
She’s gotta mentally slap herself a second time now too, that her mind’s been wandering in Gutterville, but Clavis immediately picks up on her bright red face and teases her about being overwhelmed by his abundant hawtness - which she quickly tells him he’s just imagining.
Jin wonders if it’s HIS forbidden charms then that have her all aflutter, and Nokto’s giving her a hard time about being a dirty girl seeing them all wet and getting hot and bothered by it. Poor Emma’s just flailing that that’s NOT IT!
It’s Luke that steps in and tells them to lay off pestering her, and she’s thinking gratefully how Luke’s the only one here on her side as she scoots closer to him - away from the dangerous other princes. Secure in the knowledge that he’d protect her no matter what.
Silvio scoffs that they’re all really stupid - and she’s surprised to think that Silvio of all people might be an ally.
Only for him to ruin that idea a half second later when he declares confidently that not a one of them can hold a candle to HIS sexiness.
Yeah, no, she thinks. He's totally on the same side as Jin and Clavis.
He proudly proclaims that he's the reason her face is all red, and Clavis is like ohhh? A challenger appears eh? You seem pretty sure you can beat me, Silvio.
Silvio says definitely, no way he's gonna lose to Clavis' lack of appeal. Jin counters that everybody knows the princes of Rhodolite are famous for being hotties, nobody can argue that.
Nokto' just sorta rolling his eyes over all this posturing - he's clearly the sexiest. Clavis says if he's gonna claim that, does that mean he's gonna take part in this little competition?
Nokto declines, and he's trying to make a break for it but Clavis stops him with a hand on his shoulder - and Jin does the same to Luke, saying of COURSE Luke is going to do his country proud right??
Luke relents a little, if Jin says so, and Emma's thinking noooooo they got to Luke too 😭 Clavis declares that they'll award the title of Sexy Prince to whichever of them can make Emma blush the most…much to her chagrin.
She's steeling herself to not let even a hint of anything show on her face, as Clavis lays out the rules - no getting handsy, that's not gentlemanly at all, but anything else is fair game to try and charm Emma.
No THANK YOU, she tries to say, but she's totally overridden by Silvio stepping up to go first since he's got nothing better to entertain himself with. Emma, for her part, can't believe they're going through with this idiotic game.
Silvio suddenly starts in with a, hey woman. Look at me.
She was trying to avoid doing so but he reaches out and takes her chin, turning her gaze to meet his. Maybe because of the rain making his hair wet, his already handsome face looks even more alluring despite the haughty cast of it. She can practically hear him saying 'I'm the sexiest' all confidently.
But she's too annoyed at the thought of just admitting that aloud all honestly, so she turns her gaze away defiantly…a mistake though because now she's stuck peeping down at his body in the wet shirt. He really does have amazing muscles, now that she's up close enough to see well, and she's trying to wrap her head around how even a prince needs a body like that to go out to sea.
Looking to get back at him a little for his bullying, she reaches out and pokes one of those drenched pecs - only for Silvio to yeet himself away from her, red as a tomato as he's spluttering for her to knock that off.
Nokto's laughing his ass off that it's Silvio who turned red, not Emma. Clavis thinks this is hilarious too, pointing out that Emma has the upper hand here.
She kind of sheepishly apologizes to Silvio, surprised by how surprised HE seemed. But Silvio, still blushing, is cursing and says he's gonna call her a shameless hussy from now on.
You touched me first! she counters indignantly, but he doesn't wanna hear it - insists that it's okay for him to do so but not her.
She's fuming over what a tyrant he is when Jin cuts off their bickering before it can devolve into another of their never-ending quarrel, proclaiming it his turn to show off the eldest's charms.
She takes a step back as she gets a wall o' tiddies in her face, and on a grin Jin says she's free to touch his irresistible body allll she wants. He'll even take his shirt off -
Emma cuts him off hastily, assuring him it's fine just the way it is!
His heaving bosom of generous mantiddies is eyecatching, exuding a different sort of sexy from Silvio's. His poor soaked shirt fighting a losing battle to keep them contained. It's almost a bit too much though, and aloud she points out to Jin that he's gonna pop some buttons with just the slightest flex.
Luke and Clavis kinda snorting at that, and Nokto point out to wouldn't be the first time he's done something like that. Unrepentant Jin says ya, he just has some buxom maid fix it for him then - shirts don't stand a chance against his overwhelming level of sexy.
Silvio points that's just sheer beef, don't mistake it for attractiveness - and look at Emma's face, she doesn't exactly seem like she's into it.
Clavis laughs that they've got a tough audience here, but he's ready to avenge his elder brother's death. He moves Jin aside and steps up - closer than anyone else so far, despite his demeanor being the most gentlemanly. He rakes his wet hair back, giving her the smolder, and she can't deny she's affected at least a teensy bit. Clavis always has the bedroom eyes, so up close like this they're even more overpowered.
Maybe because she knows it’s all hollow though it’s got no real pull on her, and as Clavis prompts her for her opinion on his superior appeal, asking whether she’s intoxicated by him…she gives him a pretty noncommittal answer. And it’s crickets as the silence stretches on (Emma clearly feeling nada) until Clavis is just….Well? Nothing?
She asks what else there is to say or do (you can practically hear the deflating ego from here LMAO poor Clavis, we just witnessed a murder) and frankly, he’s too close so please step back.
Nokto bursts out laughing as he pushes the dumbfounded Clavis out of the way, and he grins that Emma’s a tougher nut to crack than he’d thought. Luke theorizes that she’s just too used to Clavis’ MO, as Jin tries to cheer him up and tells Clavis that HE’S proud of Clavis’ sexiness.
Silvio points out that Jin’s not actually comforting him at all…and Emma does feel a little bad for Clavis, who seems to still be frozen in disbelief.
If both brothers 1 and 2 have crashed and burned, Nokto says, then it’s up to him and Luke to defend Rhodolite’s honor. Luke says he doesn’t think he’s got any sex appeal, he’s been sitting this out from the very start…but Nokto proclaims he doesn’t have any doubts about HIS because it all comes down to pleasing a lady properly AKA in bed.
He’s throwing Emma a come hither glance, making a sexy show out of wiping away the raindrop sliding down his cheek. She’s gotta admit to herself that just like the others, Nokto has his own brand of je ne sais quoi. Everything his says and does manages to come across as an innuendo or vaguely lewd. Silvio’s got that sexiness of a man of the sea, Jin has that raw unbridled masculinity, Clavis has the enigmatic appeal of a mystery that’s hard to define….but Nokto has the manwhore ladykiller down pat.
Nokto’s confident smirk falters a bit as she just stares back at him though, and he pouts that she’s starting to make looking at him with disdain a habit of hers. She agrees that she looks at him pretty icily, but Nokto (trying to make lemons outta lemonade, gotta give him props for optimism) he tries to turn this into a positive - that means she feels something right?? She wouldn’t bother leveling a cold look at someone she really cared NOTHING about, right? She’s desperately trying not to give in to her feelings and fall for him, clearly.
Clavis, Luke, and Jin all in perfect unison call this out as the bullshit excuse making that it is - and Emma thinks that she’s gotta agree. Nokto’s frowning over how hard everyone’s being on him.
Silvio’s laughing like, sucks to be you man - and then he calls out to Luke as the big slab of beef. Is he really not gonna do anything either? Luke seems surprised, and Clavis chips in to say that if they’ve all been wounded Luke should step up and take the blow to his ego too.
Luke says there’s no honor in THAT, this is crazy…but Emma speaks up then and leaves everyone dumbstruck when she says that she thinks Luke’s already very sexy just as he is. Luke’s like, really? And she says ya - giving him the once over, her eyes snagged on the water droplets running down his pecs. When put with his laid-back attitude, there’s a certain something she finds very attractive just looking at him. It’s sexy because it is so effortless.
Clavis, frowning, says wait - isn’t Emma being suspiciously nice to Luke? Jin says he’s clearly getting different treatment compared to the rest of them, and Nokto agrees she’s treating them like pests by contrast.
She protests that she didn’t mean to do that…and Silvio states that it’s pointless to care anyways, even if she did it’s not like Luke really charmed her to the point of winning anyways. Luke asks if that means this silly battle is over - clearly there’s no ‘Sexy Prince’ to be crowned here.
Right about then, Emma lets out a sneeze, freezing now that Luke’s jacket has gotten sodden and water has soaked through it, getting her clothes wet and chilling her now. She takes the jacket off only to find that her dress is now as wet, if not WETTER, than the princes now. Apologetic, turns to Luke, saying how sorry she is that his jacket is all wet now…but he’s only gaping at her in shock, for some reason.
Bemused, she offers to wash it and give it back…her words trailing off awkwardly as she realizes ALL of the princes are gawking at her, wide-eyed. Until she finally asks them, what??? They’re all staring, and it’s Nokto who breaks the stunned silence to comment on how she’s wearing a different outfit than usual. She agrees, she’d changed into something a little lighter so she didn’t get hot going on her walk around the castle, just before it had started raining. She’s wearing a simpler dress than usual, a little white lace number.
And then slowly it sinks in to her.
White dress. Rain.
With a sinking feeling, she looks down at herself and sees that her dress is both plastered to her every curve AND because it’s white, is practically see through now - showing off her skin and underwear beneath.
With a shriek of horror, she dives behind Luke, the biggest of them all, trying to use his body as cover to hide behind. Luke doesn’t hesitate to hold his arms out and try to block as much of her from the view of the other princes as possible, assuring her it’s okay they only saw a little bit.
Clavis, soberly, apologizes. He says it was their folly to think they could claim the title of Sexy Prince, and Jin has to agree with chagrin - there’s no way this level of sexiness can be beat. Silvio, back to beet red, is telling her to just put a jacket on for the time being, shameless hussy that she is.
Congratulations, Nokto tells her, she’s won the championship. He wonders aloud what the winner gets then, and Clavis suggests they give Emma the title of ‘Sexy Princess’.
She sputters a THANKS BUT NO THANKS…and then, at the height of her misery, the rain suddenly stops and the sun peeks out again. As if the clouds had never existed at all. Jin jokes that her sexiness drove the very clouds away, and Clavis has to agree that she’s on another level entirely. Silvio grumbles over the time spent on all this nonsense, and Nokto suggests they all head back to the castle finally.
It was beyond embarrassing, being gifted a title like ‘Sexy Princess’...buuuut she can’t in the end say that it was a bad thing, taking such lively shelter from the rain.
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After nearly marching Caretaker back to their room to get some rest already, Former Whumpee set to wiping down the bloodied medical equipment in stony silence. They practically threw the newly-cleaned items back into their respective drawers and containers.
Whumperee watched their former victim warily from across the room, where they lay half-curled up on the bed. “You got something you want to say?” they asked in a surly tone. A bit of their old defiance, popping back up at the most inconvenient time as always.
Former Whumpee stopped and turned around, looking only vaguely in Whumperee’s direction, reaching for a scalpel in the drawer behind them. “I just keep thinking,” they said, a dangerous edge to their otherwise calm voice, “about how many people died in the cells back there. Scared, alone, in as much pain as you and Whumper could put them through.”
Their knuckles went pale as they clutched the scalpel, advancing toward Whumperee, who scrambled back only to find their back against the wall.
“All of them were better people than you,” Former Whumpee snapped, grabbing Whumperee by the front of their loose gown and pinning them to the wall while holding the scalpel to their neck. “Every. Single. One.”
Whumperee swallowed with a sound that was halfway between a gasp and a squeak.
Former Whumpee held them there for a long moment, staring at them with cold fury in their eyes, before releasing them to collapse down onto the bed with a groan of pain.
“It should’ve been you,” they spat out, before turning back to their work.
Whumperee curled in on themself, sulking, but didn’t bother to respond. They knew Former Whumpee was right.
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“Oh man,” Caretaker said with a giddy laugh, wiping the blood off their face with the back of their hand and practically jittering with leftover adrenaline as they stood over Whumper’s unconscious body. “This is gonna hurt like hell tomorrow. Hey, though, are you okay?” They looked over to the bruised, trembling Whumpee with a sympathetic smile and offered them a hand up. “Don’t worry, they can’t hurt you anymore.”
There was a long pause before Whumpee took Caretaker’s hand, figuring they’d be safer just doing what they were told, like usual. When they’d made it to their feet without incident, they hesitantly looked over to Caretaker with wide, fearful eyes. “N-not to be rude or anything, but. Um. Who are you? And why are you in my house?” They immediately cringed at Caretaker’s slightest movement. “Pleasedon’thurtme…!”
As the excitement wore off, the would-be burglar realized that barging in and swinging a crowbar into Whumper’s face just might’ve given Whumpee the wrong impression about their intentions here.
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“You’re going to fight me with that?” Whumper asked with a chortle.
“Depends,” Caretaker said with a feral grin, fidgeting with their hastily-chosen improvised weapon while Whumpee hid behind them. “Are you gonna risk getting beaten with just this, or are you gonna leave them alone?”
Whumper hesitated for only a moment before walking toward this annoying interloper with a tight smirk. Even if they were more than a bit unhinged, they couldn’t be all that hard to —
“Huh,” Caretaker said a moment later, having rendered Whumper unconscious with the most ridiculous item in their possession. They met Whumpee’s stunned expression with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I wasn’t too sure that was going to work either.”
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Caretaker is the kindest, gentlest, most unwaveringly loyal person Whumpee has ever known. But they’re utterly ruthless toward anyone - not just Whumper - who would put Whumpee in harm’s way. Not out of anger or reflexive protectiveness in the heat of the moment, either. They’re cold-blooded and deliberate about it, knowing exactly who and what they’re sacrificing and going ahead with it anyways.
Caretaker wouldn’t bother with this kind of thing for their own wealth, power, or prestige. But they’d calmly burn the whole world down for Whumpee… with reluctance and even hesitation, maybe, but without a shred of remorse after the fact.
And they’ll make damn sure Whumpee will never find out what Caretaker - the one person Whumpee has ever felt completely safe around - is really like, or what they’ve done for Whumpee’s sake. Because unlike Caretaker, Whumpee is actually a good person.
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My #1 post of 2022
Whumpees who compulsively apologize, even for things that can’t possibly be their fault… either out of fear of disapproval, abandonment or punishment; because they’ve become convinced that everything actually is their fault; or both.
Whumpers who punish their Whumpees for apologizing, causing said Whumpees to become more stressed and therefore more overly apologetic.
Caretakers who reassure their Whumpees after they apologize for minor mistakes or things they’re not in control of: “It’s okay, I’m not mad at you.”
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Akuma in story is 100% ridiculous, absurd and makes no sense. Including linking him to Kazumi and then saying she wanted him to kill Kazuya like.
Idk i resent that Tekken 7 seemed to be trying to sell me some kind of Heihachi sympathetic storyline and that Kazuya was 'doomed' or whatever before he was even tossed off a cliff.
Makes zero sense with other things they also just introduced IN THE SAME GAME.
SO RIGHT everything thrown in to include akuma was so badly put together its funny, if it didn't make me see red 💀
im not AGAINST the IDEA of what akuma's character could be, meaning a different, new character entirely but applied correctly, because her wanting/needing heihachi dead but not wanting to do it herself/get overtaken by the devil gene? yeah okay i can work with it. kazuya being included in that? also doable, if it was made clear whether she meant NOW or if he followed in heihachi's footsteps, especially. i like the idea of what it could do for kazuya's character, having to confront that his mother was far from perfect, when shes probably idealized in his mind. even him going "lol no thats crazy" when he finds out can be interesting, cause its just him jumping straight to denial instead of dealing with it. we dont get anything more on that, maybe slight hope for tk8?? (meaning i have no hope sdhf)
as for the heihachi retcon...... im not against the idea of heihachi being more nuanced. the idea of him maybe caring about kazuya but knowing/thinking he has to kill him because he will be evil no matter what, everything linked to that - okay. interesting, actually! still an awful dad but with layers. but at THIS POINT IN THE STORY..... ITS A BIT LATE TO TRY SHOEHORNING THAT IN. there is not even the SLIGHTEST inkling that he feels anything but disdain for his own son before this, and his motive being retconned to knowing about the devil gene and trying to determine if kaz had it makes things make LESS SENSE. its in there! why did you raise him then!! why did you intentionally make him stronger, give him a rival, all this, if you were trying to get rid of the demon or whatever!! why didnt you kill him, or lock him up or something!! what are you doing you dont have the excuse of being senile yet!!
the idea that heihachi thought he was doomed from the start could even provide an interesting circle narrative - hes doomed, so i have to kill him. but its heihachi's own actions that doom kazuya to that path in the first place, its a self fulling prophecy. again, COULD!! and yet it fell flat and just feels dumb. theres crumbs of good in here, but looking at it from a franchise story perspective, its just a huge headache.
this answer is huge and i could continue but i shant sdhfjkdsk thank you for answering!
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So glad to see your posts about C3 E29. For the first time watching CR, I’m legitimately angry with how we got here. I honestly can’t tell if it’s because the cast doesn’t want to be rude to a guest & friend or if it’s because no one in this party has a high Intelligence score. There’s been instances where they’ve been given crumbs and it’s an honest 50/50 of the direction the plot heads like with VM in Kraghammer with Clarota vs Kima in terms of the hivemind and the fact the group was split or when they asked the clasp to help Emon after the Chroma Conclave. Even TM9 have had their moments with the Mistake incident at the docks and the whole Beacon after Beacon after Beacon mishaps. It still angers me they thought a Beacon in the hands of the CA wouldn’t result into something like Ashton and thought it would be fine to stop a war that wasn’t really going to stop just because it was convenient for them.
I get those choices, those where group choices with everybody having a say for the most part with big pockets of backstory or reasoning to justify their choices. What the Hells did is absolutely insane to me. Especially when you take into consideration that they wanted to address the murder rampages that happened in C1&2 which they were doing pretty well with by having furniture and mimics be the bad guys. Even Dugger who was humanoid at one point was justified w/ Bertrand’s death and the fact we knew he murdered others and then once more with Imogen looking into Lady Emoth Kade’s mind and it being feral and such like there was no humanity left to call them humans anymore. So the fact that they were literally only there in the first place to find Treshi related to illegal and immoral experimentation, political corruption, and murders only to get side tracked by someone pleading for help to which the Hells jump right into combat and just??? KILL ALMOST ALL OF THEM???
This is there first time with a group of people in combat and they don’t bother to talk it out like they do with Yu & Birdie, but decide to jump to murder. And none of them checked to see if the ones they knocked down were maybe even alive. They left one pinned alive to a wall and then got some lunch. That was the first time these character where in a situation like that, that was the first time these characters claimed a human life and the ONLY conversation about it was “were they bad people” and the response was something like “assume everyone here is bad” like what??? Ashton can be all self-deprecating he wants but it honestly seemed like Imogen was more upset about losing her hair then killing 3? people.
It honestly doesn’t sit right with me at all, I get it, guest character, but really, you’re not even going to talk about it?? You don’t find it weird they aren’t fazed by you or think you’re dangerous? Matt brought in others to help create this city of predominantly POC people and you borderline excuse murder because it’s a shady town with shady people feels really wrong. You all barely know each other, a month is not long enough for “found family” and such. Half of what the audience has seen majority of the table’s characters don’t know about each other. Dusk’s arrival could’ve been a real pot-stir if this group was a bit more morally bound but it really seems only Orym had the slightest bit of remorse for killing the one guy during that fight. They’ve had days, several conversations individually and as a group w/ Dusk and not a single one of them pegged that they kept repeating the same story like it was rehearsed and they couldn’t come up with any specifics to really liven it up. Yes, they played really well into the sisters angle with Fearne but I just don’t understand any of their other games. Even when they met Birdie at Joe’s and Dusk revealed themselves as Yu they all literally could not stop talking over each other. They all took it so personally that they were betrayed by someone they blindly trusted with no real interrogation—not even as half as intense as the one they did to Chetney—and completely forgot (unlike Orym, who definitely was tying the strings together and could have killed Yu but decided to protect Fearne considering how emotionally vulnerable she was) that they were only there to support Fearne’s reunion with her mother. A mother who is doing what she’s doing out of compassion, love, care, and sacrificing time away for her daughter unlike the Unseelie spy who is just one of hundreds? of on-the-ready servants with no real personal stake other than a bad job review. Blows my mind Yu lived to walk away but Birdie got bashed.
Birdie is very much like Veth or Marion in all this, a mother trying to do what’s best for her child even if she’s going at it a little bit wrong. Birdie and Fearne really deserve some time next episode to just talk by themselves and share their stories without all the extra voices cutting in. I’ve honestly lost some respect for the other Hells due to that fiasco. The worst half episode to sit through live.
annamaggs16 there is so much I want to respond to here because this is such an excellent articulation of so much of what was so upsetting to watch (honestly print this out and hang it in the fucking louvre!!! it’s perfect!!!) but for now I'm going to say: ‘For the first time watching CR, I’m legitimately angry with how we got here.’ HARD SAME ‘Matt brought in others to help create this city of predominantly POC people and you borderline excuse murder because it’s a shady town with shady people feels really wrong.’ YES 'I’ve honestly lost some respect for the other Hells due to that fiasco.' HARD SAME
I am getting ‘They all took it so personally that they were betrayed by someone they blindly trusted with no real interrogation—not even as half as intense as the one they did to Chetney—and completely forgot (unlike Orym, who definitely was tying the strings together and could have killed Yu but decided to protect Fearne considering how emotionally vulnerable she was) that they were only there to support Fearne’s reunion with her mother.' tattooed on my fucking forehead
#annemarie answers things#ask#annamaggs16#critical role#yu suffiad#yu#birdie calloway#birdie#fearne calloway#fearne#orym of the air ashari#orym#bell's hells
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Revelation
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“Isn’t it a bit too soon to come to that conclusion? We should at least look for any clues in this building. If you're right, then we should find some reports from the 10th century in perfect condition.” He didn’t believe his twin to be wrong but, he didn’t want to commit to any conclusion yet. If they did that, they could easily deny any other possibility, even if the truth of the matter was right in front of them.
“Maybe. This place might be connected to that lab we were in earlier. It was just as old after all.” She pointed out.
The two then nodded before walking down the hallway. It would’ve been easier to split now and cover more ground, then come to one another about their findings later. To do that of course means they would be alone for a time, and neither were keen on that idea. So much so that it wasn’t even a passing thought. To separate from one another was just unthinkable.
Once again, they tried to light the touches on the wall with magic. Once again, it didn’t work. If it wasn’t for the fact they could still conjure their own light, they would’ve assumed their magic was cut off in this place. At least now there was no more fog in this building. Only near the door was there the slightest bit as it crept in through the cracks but, nowhere near as dense as it was outside.
With their hands still entwined, they investigated as much of the first floor as they could. A long echoing hallway, fogged up windows, and empty rooms was all there was to explore. They did their best to explore each room they came across to the best of their ability. The first couple of rooms they came across were not much help. Audience chambers, balls rooms, sun rooms.
All this did was tell them this castle surely did belong to a king once. Eventually they came across the kitchens. They weren’t hungry, but it was the first room worthy of searching in detail. Still, they didn’t have much hope, as the room held no smell. No smells of fresh food or that of decaying were to be found. In the end, there was no food to be found. Not even a crumb. Which would make sense if the whole town had to leave but, somehow, they doubted the case.
They found old mouse holes, so it wasn’t like this place shouldn’t hold any rodents yet, not even dropping were to be found. With nothing more to note other than all tools still being there and no dust to be found, they moved on. The next room was the library. Even now, they walked side by side as they browse the shelves, trying to see if anything stood out.
After a moment, Jennifer suddenly came to a stop, nearly tripping her twin in the process.
“What is it?” He couldn’t hold back the equal parts of annoyance for being suddenly pulled and hope that she had found a clue.
Her attention was solely focused on a book as she then slightly grazed the spine with her finger.
“I… can’t read.” She whispers.
In any other situation, he would probably slap her for being an idiot. He already knew that. Neither one of them were ever properly taught well anything. That was why he spent most of his free time learning what he could while she relied on… that’s when it hit him what she really meant.
“You… really can’t read it.”
She shook her head. “No matter how hard I try… I can’t. I can’t tap into that power. Not only that but… I can’t hear her.” Jennifer ignored the God inside her as often as she breathed. It was to little surprise it took her this long to really notice. No matter how hard she ignored Leal’s whispers, she could still tap into her powers and do small things. Yet, somehow, for some reason, she couldn’t hear her anymore. She couldn’t read.
Aléx then closed his eyes as he reached out to Em. Unlike his twin, his relationship with his half was more cordial. He didn’t have to constantly hear her whispers, tempting him to act on her will instead of his own. They had already come to an agreement of sorts that allowed him to have more power without having to ask or sacrifice like his twin. Yet, when he reached out to her… he felt nothing. If she was truly gone, then there was no way they two could use magic to conjure light of their own.
The two were not trained or skilled in magic. Any magic they used required no spills, just will, as they used the God’s magic as if it were their own. The only time they used magic was when they asked their God or any other for magic or power. In the end, all of their power is burrowed. Still hovering beside them is a ball of light. Proof they could use magic. So they weren’t gone. They were still with them yet, they couldn’t feel them.
“What the hell is going on?” He said, in slight terror.
“Aléx… I can’t feel anyone. No matter who I reach out to. I can’t feel their bond.”
A deep terror was embedded in them. Wherever they were, not only held more power than them but, had stripped them of their connections to everyone. Their familiars. Their Boss. Even themselves. The people they gave a piece of their soul too… they couldn’t feel them now. Even though before, despite carving a piece of their very being out of their body, they could always feel that piece and were connected to whoever held it.
The two then reached for the piece of their friend's soul they always kept on them. Even when holding it in their hands. Even when closing their eyes and reaching out, they felt… Nothing. How was this even possible? Even when holding a soul in their hand, they couldn’t communicate with it. Almost as if it was just an object.
#fog arc#this feels like a small chapter but i promise its as long as other chapter#but also me posting the next withing the same week? a miracle i know#pleace like if u read#original story#orginal writing
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this time last year
This time last year, I had resigned myself to the fact that I would never have a good kind of love. I would never have a passionate kind of love. I would never have a movie kind of love. I was always a hopeless romantic, and I longed for the type of love in movies. Someone you just cant live without, the Harry to my Sally type of love. The Mr. Darcy to my Elizabeth. The William Thacker to my Anna Scott. Someone that looks at you like youre the most beautiful person on the planet. And loves you wildly and passionately and openly. I just knew that one day, it would be mine. But after searching and failing for so long and always left feeling empty and alone, I had given up hope. I had been in a passionless relationship, and I thought this was it. This was as good as I was going to get. I had convinced myself that I could never find it, so I should stop looking. I thought this for months. Settling for whatever I could find. Anyone that smiled in my direction. Anyone that made me laugh. Anyone that gave me even the slightest bit of attention. Because this is what I thought I deserved, crumbs of affection. But then out of the blue, you came along. And you showed me that I deserved so much more. I deserved to be treated with respect first. You showed me that I was worth so much more than crumbs. And slowly, I realized that you were right. You made me believe in love again. You made me believe that I was worthy of an amazing love. You touched my soul in a way no one ever has before. You made me believe that I was not only worthy but deserving. You began to love me so fully, so openly, so intentionally, so passionately. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. You came to me so sweetly, so unexpectedly. And now here we are. So unbelievably and stupidly in love. And I cannot wait for the day when we are no longer so far apart. I cannot wait until I can fall asleep to the sound of your breathing. I cannot wait to have the most wonderful life with you. And I cannot wait to grow old with you. You make me the happiest I have ever been. And I cannot fully express how much you mean to me. I love you beyond words. You are the most unexpected and the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.
“I met him and he made me wonder why I ever thought I didn’t deserve the world.” – (unknown)
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Charlotte
can't say I didn't risk everything at once, at least they're walking away and I left nothing unsaid...this time. even if it was only a little bit of a person, any level of unrequitement still hurts as much as it ever would under more typical circumstances. you put so much thought and deliberation into understanding a person, only for them to be afraid of embracing it. when I get invested into a person, I do it with intention of trying to nudge them to being the best version of themselves, what happens when they're unwilling to become so?
Well, the last decade of my love life. I've been so used to being treated as an afterthought: the latest separation, the latest heartbreak, doesn't even feel fresh anymore. it's like I'm polyamorous to feel more heartbreak, not to form any more meaningful relationships for myself. I was hoping against all hope she might be different; for once, they would let her be different but that's never how it ends up when I'm on the receiving end.
How disciplined was I keeping her at arm's length, giving her their own space and even bed instead of putting myself first sooner? I don't even think I had in the moment. I admitted just how much I was feeling the past few months. I didn't want to acknowledge it. I didn't want to admit I'd been affected in any way, that the experience went straight through me. But when I knew I was something no one else could be, I let my vanity let me take pride in my position. I started building towards exploiting a privilege to say something I never should've. She didn't make me catch feelings: I chose to care for her. I chose to let myself embellish in the mess she is. I made the choice to put myself out there and be vulnerable last week. Her response? other shit's far more important than me, no matter how much I had done in lieu of all of it.
I didn't deserve a crumb. I'm too old now. I'm too stalwart. I'm too brazen. I'm too weird. I'm too difficult to understand. I try too much. I understand too much. I'm too forgiving. I don't know how to let others push themselves away. Maybe no one deserves to let themselves fall to some ugly fool like me.
want the best for them, knowing it's not going to happen. wish to keep some of the friends I made along the way, aware they're all at risk. my nature is to be a savior, at least at the start. then I gotta let someone give me enough to get the slightest taste of salvation, the smallest spec of happiness.
I never wanted to put any pressure on her. I couldn't no matter how much I tried to will myself to. All I wanted was her hand to hold and their affection to come through. Instead, I'm frozen out because I am a path not yet known. I represent a fear of something so different, it paralyzes anyone I love. I hate myself since this is how it always goes.
To a fun BSF. To a tranquil ACen. To a less-than-empty A-Kon. To some optimized decompression following the close of the spring con season. To finding someone who won't abandon me at the first sign being together might be tough. To taking a partner that isn't ashamed of my existence and thereby their feelings for me. At this point, I doubt that was ever going to be Charlotte [as much I wanted her to be].
What a great Eidi from her btw. Eid Mubarak to me, I guess.
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This would probably miss the point of the games but I always wonder what would happen if Reala took somebody under their wing. At least in my opinion it would be cool to fight on the dark side, finding out more about Wizeman and Nightmare etc. It goes against the theme of the NiGHTS games but that's something I'd really like to see. Tbh I think JoD was kinda childish at times (no offense) and this broke the game's and franchise's neck (at least that's what I guess).
As cursed as this statement is about to be: the Archie comics actually did a take on that. Was it good? Absolutely not. But it would be pretty interesting. I would like at least a bit more lore about Nightmare because as much as I like concocting headcanons, a little bit more would be nice to work with. A crumb of lore, Sega. Please. Put it in a light novel. I'll buy a light novel.
tbh JoD has grown on me over time, it is absolutely a flawed game in terms of multiple elements (I wouldn't have written my take on it if it hadn't been, also whoever designed the Bomamba fights was not thinking about ease of gameplay AT ALL I hate that fight). I get them going for a child-friendly tone given that nightmares as a thing can be really tough for kids to deal with, but it would be really nice if the story was allowed to have a bit more teeth. But that's just me. I have been very spoiled in terms of narrative games because I sold my soul to the Final Fantasy MMO and the later expansions of that game have not fucked around in terms of story in the slightest. (Not recommended though. I love the game but it is a time sink and a half and the base game is. Really rough. Even with a lot of the recent updates.)
The rushed development cycle absolutely kneecapped JoD and the franchise as a whole, which means Sega has zero incentive to make more games. And Balan Wonderworld doing so poorly sales-wise (the game moved a fraction of the physical copies in its opening week than JoD did, I had to go dig up numbers for that, but JoD's sales were NOTHING on the hundreds of thousands of units sold of NiD in Japan alone) means that we won't be getting anything close to it from Sega OR Square Enix. (Also uh. Because of the insider trading thing. That doesn't help.) It would have been really nice to get at least one or two more NiGHTS games, but what we do have are at least very memorable.
It doesn't help that there was apparently some executive meddling involved in the production. That never helps.
That said Sega please port JoD to steam so I want to play it and I don't want to try and figure out how Wii emulators (notoriously buggy and laggy) work.
#answered asks;;#JoD could have been so much better but alas#we got what we got and at least what we got has some amazing visual design#and an absolutely banger soundtrack#bww is the closest we're gonna ever get to a spiritiual sequel#without someone making a crowdfunded fanmade version#but god knows the mess fanmade projects are so. we got what we go#got. even. i can spell
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