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mrsparrasblog · 28 days

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Mission save the human race Pt2

Pt1

You spend the night talking to John after you can't sleep anymore. Too many thoughts enter your brain. Getting pregnant at this time is dangerous, but it's what every good person would do, right? Save the human race.

"I'm a bit afraid."

"You don't need to be, Dove; I'm going to support you; either way, you saved Johnny." he reasured you.

"What if I die while giving birth? Then the whole thing is useless."

"First of all, you are a doctor; you can explain all these things beforehand, and we are soldiers going to take care of you; we would be better than delivery nurses, well, maybe except Kyle."

You chuckled. "And, um, do I need to sleep with every one of you?"

"Not at all, love; you have free choice; you can just choose one, or you can have more than one, you know since the chances are better."

"And they sure want me?"

"I think yes. Look at you."

"You only say that because I'm the only woman on earth."

"Not at all, dove; you're my type, even if there were millions."

"Liar," he pulled your hand and laid it down on his rock-hard dick.

"See how much I want you, and that's only by looking at you."

He stroked the hair out of your face and captured your lips in a kiss. The kiss was shy and thoughtful at first but turned more and more into a battle of dominance, and you knew you wanted him. "So fucking gorgeous. I wouldn't want to share you, but I'm a good man."

You rested your head against his shoulders. "I want to do it with all of you, but not together," he chuckled at your words and how flustered you got to admit your desire.

"We can talk further tomorrow; just let me cuddle you now." You fell asleep, almost suffocating in his strong arms.

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The next morning, you went upstairs, entangling yourself from John's massive body.

You went straight to the room where Johnny lay, checking on his fever. He cooled down overnight. You were kind of proud that you managed your surgery well without proper equipment and medication; you're a fucking genius. If the Hopkins had seen this, they would have regretted declining you after medical school.

You rubbed a paste on Johnny's surgery wound and disinfected it.

You were a bit unprofessional as your eyes glanced down at his pure muscles; you wanted to trace them down with your fingers, of course only for medical reasons. You heard the door open, and Simon stood in front of you, only wearing briefs. His thick thighs were covered in scars, and his pecs were well-defined and so fucking tall. You wanted to climb him like Mount Everest, and you sure as hell will soon.

"My eyes are up here, darling." You blushed as he noticed you staring.

"Sorry, you're just so tall, and it's hard to look up." You laughed at your own lie.

"Price told me about the little plan." He walked close to you, pinning you against the wall with sheer force. His calloused fingers touched the hem of your shirt. "I look forward to helping you, and Johnny too. Play a bit with the other boys so you'll be stretched out for both of us."

"Both of you," you breathed out in fear and arousal at the same time.

"We like to share sweet little things like you," he said, pressing his erection towards you and fucking hell which horse was that.

"I know it's big," he said and you swallowed, afraid.

"I'm going to make your stomach swell pretty fast, Doll," he said, pushing you against the wall, his fingers groping against your round ass.

"Simon-"

"Shh, doll, it's okay. We're going to take care of you soon."

You just nodded, unable to do, think, or say anything.

"Just be a good girl today and give your sweet cunt to the captain; he has a thing for cute innocent girls like you." He kissed you around your neck and then let go, making his way back to his boyfriend.

So they would share you. Should this make you feel afraid or aroused?.

You tried to shake it away and went to the kitchen, preparing some fruits for breakfast.

Price awoke to find himself alone in the bed, the sheets cooling against his skin. He sat up and stretched, yawning widely, before looking around for you.

Finding you in the kitchen, he smiled and walked over, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind.

"I feel so domestic with you around me," you said, taking in his smell.

John chuckled, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Domestic? That's a new one. But I like the sound of it." He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "You know, I could get used to this—being with you, taking care of you."

"Already acting like I'm your little wife."

He smirked, his lips curling into a smile. "Well, if it means I get to be your husband, then I think I'm going to like this arrangement very much." He turned you around to face him, his hands sliding up your arms.

"Are you fulfilling your husband's duties then?"

John leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. "Oh, I plan to," he murmured before capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss.

His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and dip, asserting his dominance and affection at the same time.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, needing to go on your tiptoes to reach him.

John's body reacted to yours, his hands moving lower to squeeze your butt through your clothes.

He pulled back slightly, looking into your beautiful eyes as he trailed kisses down your neck and shoulders. "I love the way you respond to me," he said, his voice sounding horace and full of lust.

"And how do I respond, John?" You sounded cocky, and the awareness to not tease a man twice your strength left your body.

John's lips curled into a sinful smile. "With fire, Angel, just like this." He bit down gently on your earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from you. "You're so fucking sexy when you submit to me."

"What makes you think I'll submit to you easily?"

Price's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained soft and commanding. "Because I know you want to," he said, trailing his fingers down your stomach and teasingly tickling your lower abdomen. "You love the feeling of being taken and owned." He pulled a slap on your ass, showing you how he in fact owns you right now.

"Oh, do I now?" you asked.

He chuckled, kissing your neck again. "Oh, yes. You do." He ran his hand up your thigh, gently caressing the inner part of your thigh and teasingly brushing against your pants, which were already soaked.

"You're so responsive,"

"John, everyone could walk in the kitchen any moment," you whined, afraid of what others would think of you. You gave in so easily that it didn't even take you a week to decide to become their personal fucktoy.

His eyes flickered at the door for a moment. "That just makes it more exciting," he said, his voice deep and husky. "The thought of someone walking in on us and seeing you like this turns me on."

"Oh, it turns you on how they see how good you take care of me."

"Yes," Price admitted, his voice low and raw with desire. "I love the thought of them watching me claim what's mine." He slid a hand down to cup your pussy through your panties, his fingers teasing your swollen clitoris through the fabric—you hadn't had this friction in a while, making you almost cum from it.

Mhm, John, stop, I didn't shave." Well, you trimmed, but try to shave properly in an apocalypse.

Price's eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned in to whisper against your ear. "I don't care if you haven't shaved—I even prefer it this way," he said, his beard tickling against your skin. "I want you just like this- all natural."

He nipped at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck, his hand still buried in your panties. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmured against your skin.

"You think so?" You knew you looked good, but good enough to be desired by these seven literal gods. You doubted it.

His eyes are burning with pure desire for you. "I fucking know so," he growled, pulling you closer and grinding his hips against your body—his erection was already there, and it was fucking big. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Angel."

"You're the most handsome man I've ever seen." Well, you couldn't quite decide which of them was the hottest, but he didn't need to know that right now.

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Flatterer," he teased, kissing you gently on the lips. "But I'll take it."

You kissed him deeper, moaning into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance. He could feel your warmth through his pants, and it only made him harder.

With one swift move, he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, pinning you under his strong arms. He lifted you like you weighed absolutely nothing.

"Mhm, John needs you," you whined. You could not hold your composure anymore; you felt lust for him - primal lust for him—like nature wanted it to be; you were animalistic.

"You have me," John said, his voice rough with passion. "Always." His hands moved deftly to slip off your shirt.

Now you sat there on the counter only wearing a bra and some short skirt with spread legs so he could always reach your begging mound. You thought about how any of the boys could walk in at any second, and it only fueled your desire. In the deepest twisted place in your mind, you thought about them taking you at the same time. You blamed it on ovulation week or not being fucked for years straight.

And even though of the sex you had before was frustrating, your ex just couldn't get you off, rubbing on your poor clit like it was a lottery scratcher. How many orgasms you faked, and you asked yourself if you needed to fake one with them too? This would be disappointing.

Price took a moment to admire the view before him, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin. He reached up and undid your bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away to reveal your perfect breasts. His mouth watered at the sight of them. "You're so fucking beautiful." Price smiled as he leaned in, his lips brushing against one of your hardened nipples. "I could spend all night just worshipping these," he whispered before taking one into his mouth and sucking gently.

"Then do it," you whined, wanting him to suck your nipples.

"With pleasure," John replied. He continued to lavish attention on your perfect breasts, his hands teasing and pinching the nipples while his mouth moved from one to the other, lapping at them with hungry kisses. You could barely take it longer. Your eyes darkened from hunger.

You slipped off his shirt as he continued to suck on your hard nipples.

You oggled over his muscular frame; he wasn't the lean muscle type; he had thick, delicious muscles with hair on top of them; he was the pure definition of masculinity; your primal needs chipped in when you saw him, thinking of how you resembled the perfect pair.

He groaned as he felt your hands on his skin, his muscles tightening at the touch. He pulled away from your breasts for a moment, looking down at you with a predatory smirk. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

"I love what I see."

"Good," he replied. He reached down and pulled your panties off, tossing them aside before leaning in to lick a path up your stomach towards your breasts again. You freeze because of your exposed sex; your wetness has already flowed down your thighs.

"I'm going to make sure you scream for me."

"Pretty sure of your skills?" The bratines never left your body; you were lucky that John was a soft dom, and you would regret your bratines sooner or later on Simon's Day.

"You have no idea," John growled, his voice thick with desire. He took your hardened nipple into his mouth once again, sucking and biting gently before moving on to the other one.

"John, I need your mouth somewhere else." You slowly grew impatient, your hole almost begging and crying to finally be stuffed.

"Oh? And where would you like that?" he asked, his voice still rough with lust. He continued to tease your nipples, flicking his tongue over them as he waited for your answer.

"You know where," you whined, hoping he wouldn't let you say it. For fucks sake, you were a medical professional, but you couldn't say that you wanted him on your vagina, stuffing you so badly that it reached your cervix.

Price smirked knowingly. "I've got a few ideas," he replied, his hands sliding down your body. Before he picked you up and laid you down on the kitchen table.

"A fine meal needs to be eaten on the dinner table." You blushed at this sentence.

He looked up at you, his eyes burning with desire, as he took in the sight of your exposed, dripping cunt. "You're so wet for me," he whispered before lowering his head and pushing his tongue into your pussy.

You screamed loudly at the sudden friction grabbing his hair.

John moaned at the taste of you, his tongue lapping up your juices eagerly. He used his hands to spread your legs wider, giving him better access to your most sensitive spots.

"That's it," he growled. "Let me hear you scream."

"John," your moan filled the whole house, and you just hoped you didn't wake Johnny up. Poor boy needs his sleep.

"Fuck, yes," Price panted between licks and thrusts of his tongue. He reached up to grab one of your legs, pulling it over his shoulder as he continued to eat you out.

"mhm feels so good." You moaned, your eyes closed.

"John hummed in response, his tongue swirling around your clit. He reached up to squeeze one of your breasts, eliciting a moan from you. "You feel so fucking good," he murmured, loving the way you were responding to him.

He pushed two fingers into your tight hole, fucking them in and out while he continued to eat you out.

"Don't stop," you begged and felt a bit pathetic. You let an unknown man eat you out, which wasn't the worst part. You let seven fucking men breed you.

"I won't stop," he promised, his voice low and rough with desire.

You shook completely under him, screaming in pleasure. He moaned at the sounds you were making, his arousal growing as he felt your body tense and quiver under him.

He picked up the pace, his fingers thrusting deeper and faster, while his tongue worked overtime on your clit.

"I'm going to---- fuck." you screamed.

He felt your walls clench around his fingers, signaling your impending orgasm. "Cum for me," he growled, sucking even harder on your clitoral area, leaving a small bite on your clit.

And for the first time in your life, a man was competent enough to let you reach an orgasm, and it felt better than everything you felt in your life before you saw stars shaking like you had an exorcism, and so you came squirting all over His tongue. He groaned in delight, his tongue thrusting deep into your pussy to catch every drop of your sweet nectar.

He continued to lap at you, savoring the taste of you as he held your hips down firmly, not allowing you to take away his meal. You thought they looked starved when they ate your food for the first time, but this was a completely new level of starving.

"Fuck," you were a bit embarrassed as you saw the wet puddle on the table and his beard completely drenched." I never squirted before. I'm so sorry," you apologized, your cheeks burning red.

He chuckled, raising his head to look at you. "There's nothing to be sorry about," he assured, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I've never had a woman squirt before, either."

"Was it bad?"

He smirked. "Oh, I'd say it was fucking incredible." He pulled his fingers out of your puffy hole slowly, licking them clean before leaning in to capture your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. You could taste your cum on his tongue, and it was so messy and hot at the same time.

"Do you want me to suck you off, or do we go straight to the fucking part?" You asked, wanting to make him feel good too.

He stepped between your spread legs, his erection jutting out proudly. He looked down at you with a predatory grin, his hand reaching out to cup one of your breasts. "As much as I love to see you on your knees for me, we can't waste an ounce of cum, sweetheart."

"Can you go in slow? I didn't have someone inside in years," you asked, afraid, especially not someone so thick. His dick was perfect, comfortable, 7,5 inches curved to the right and fucking thick, and he had a vein that probably would press against your G-spot perfectly, and fucking beautiful dark curls between his legs, making him seem only more masculine than he already was.

He nodded and positioned himself at your begging entrance, teasing you with only the tip of his cock before slowly pushing inside. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, savoring the feeling of your warmth enveloping him.

"God, you're the biggest I ever had." He almost pulled you apart; it burned to take him inside, and without proper preparation, you sure as hell wouldn't be able to take him.

John chuckled at your words, pleased with the compliment. "You'll have to tell me how it feels when I'm balls deep inside you," he murmured, thrusting deeper into your shaking body.

Feeling you start to relax and take him deeper, Price began to move faster, his hips grinding against yours in a sensual rhythm. "Fuck, I love how you take my cock," he growled out between gritted teeth.

"Oh God"

"John is enough; no need to call me God Sweetheart." He picked up the pace even more, slamming into you with primal force. His free hand moved to grip your breast roughly, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. "You like that? You want more?" he asked breathlessly.

"I want your cum, John," you whined.

Hearing those words sent a surge of lust through his body. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. "Gonna cum all over your pretty little pussy, going to make you so full of my cum."

"Yes, John," you whine.

"Going to make you all round, going to fucking breed you."

You whined and moaned; the primal need to let him fill you up and mark you as his own filled you. You needed this, and not only for selfless reasons; you enjoyed it as much as he did it.

"You're going to beg me for my cock after this." He pounded into you harder, his dick twitching with anticipation. "Feel that? Feel how much I love fucking you?"

"Yes, feels so good." You whined, "Breed me, John." You didn't know what took over you, but you didn't care. Shame is for post-nut clarity.

Hearing your whine only made him more turned on. He slammed into you again and again, each stroke deeper than the last. "That's it, baby. Take it all. I'm going to fill you up so fucking good." John leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to make you a mommy," he growled out before slapping his massive cock against your g-spot once more.

He could feel his impending release as he continued to thrust into you; he never had something perfect like you—such a good woman between his filthy, not-worthy hands. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you tightly as he pushed deeper into you than ever before. You felt him hitting your cervix.

"That's it, baby. Take my cum. Let me empty myself inside you."

"Yes, please, Daddy, cum in me."

Price groaned loudly as he felt himself erupting inside you. His hips bucked wildly, driving his cock even deeper as hot, thick cum filled your wanting womb. He held nothing back, emptying himself into her before finally pulling out with a wet pop. "There you go, baby. That's what a real man does to his woman."

"And I'm your woman?" You asked completely out of your mind, probably about hormones.

John smirked, pulling you into his arms. "You sure as hell are." He kissed you passionately.

"Now we need to make you a mommy."

"Well, you already came to me," you giggled.

He rolled his eyes. "I've got plenty more where that came from, sweetheart." He traced his finger down your stomach. "Now let's see about making you a baby; besides, I don't want any of these muppets making you pregnant before me." You didn't strike him as the jealous type since he shared you with seven men, but maybe it was the thing about being the first that fueled him.

"You have the stamina for a second round? Price grinned, giving you a wink.

"With you? Hell yeah." He pulled you close and kissed you again, starting to nibble on your ear. "And this time, I'll make sure I hit the back of that sweet cunt of yours." He carried you to the bed and laid you down.

The bed dipped at his weight, his hard cock still rock-hard against his stomach. He positioned himself between your legs and looked into your eyes. "Ready for round two, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy." You knew how crazy it made him when you called him this.

Price leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he thrust his hips upward. He groaned into the kiss, feeling the head of his cock push against your entrance once more. "God damn, you feel good."

You put your legs on his shoulders. He imideatly kissed your ankles and hit you deeper with every thrust. He couldn't help but moan in pleasure. He looked into your eyes as he began to move his hips back and forth, slamming into you with each powerful stroke. "Fuck, you're so tight."

You clenched around him, and it only fueled his primal instincts. "That's right, baby. Let's make you a mommy." His fingers dug into your hips, pulling her closer as he continued to pound into you.

"Mhm, going to cum soon, John," he grinned as he heard your moan.

"That's it, baby. Let it out." He felt your cunt clench around him as you shook from the orgasm he had just given you.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, Dove. Now let's see if we can get you pregnant." With that, he pulled out of your pussy and rolled over onto his back, beckoning you to straddle him once more. "Ride me until you're ready for another."

You let your hips fall on his thick cock, whining as he spread you in half, and so you began to ride him, your boobs jumping up and down.

He moaned at the sight of your ass bouncing against his full balls as you rode him hard. He grabbed your hips tightly, helping you to move faster and harder on his shaft. "That's it, baby. Ride me until you can't take it anymore."

He reached up, grabbed one of your perky breasts, and began to play with your nipple while you rode him. "Do you want me to crawl inside you again, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy," you nodded and clenched around him just at the thought.

Price loved the way you answered. "Then keep riding me, dove." He pulled on your nipple gently, watching as you let out a small cry of pleasure. He continued to play with your breast while he watched your ass bounce up and down on his cock.

"That's it, baby. Show Daddy how much you love his cock."

"I love it so much, Daddy."

He groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. "Oh, fuck yes. You feel so good." He continued to play with your breast while he started to circle your clit while you rode him.

John's voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke his darkest desires into your ear. "I want to fuck you in every hole, dove. I want to mark you as mine and give you all the babies you want."

He continued to rub your clit in small circles as you rode him harder. Price could feel his orgasm building quickly. That's it, baby. Give Daddy what he wants." He reached up and pinched your nipple hard, watching as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

"I want you to cum for me, baby. I want to watch you squirt all over my cock."

"Mhm, fuck," you moaned. You couldn't take it any longer.

He continues His work on your abused clit Till you clench around him and squirt all over His dick.

John groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock and squirt all over him. "Fuck, yes. That's it, dove." He continued to rub your clit even after you came, wanting to draw out every last drop of pleasure from your body.

"Too much, Daddy," you whined as he overstimulated you.

Price chuckled softly at your whines, his fingers still working on your clit. "Sorry, dove. Did I go too far?" He asked teasingly, knowing full well that he hadn't. Instead, he loved pushing your limits and seeing just how much you could take.

"That's it, dove. Give Daddy all of it." He whispered in your ear before pulling out of your wet pussy and slapping his hard cock against your slick mound once more. "Daddy going to fill you up now, and you're going to take everything, understood?"

You were too fucked out to talk; you just nodded.

He fucked with a mean pace into you, his balls slapping against your ass, leaving his mark, but that wasn't enough; he needed to mark your breasts too, to show everyone he was the first to have you - the first to hopefuly impregnate you. You were his, and he was only a good captain for sharing his priceless angel. A pure act of selflessness from him.

With a final thrust, he erupted himself inside you. Hot, strips of his sticky cum painted your inner walls white. "Take it, sweetheart, let me fill you up." He pushed his cum in your hole all over again and then removed his dick out of your red, swollen cunt. He held your legs up. "I don't want my cum to flow out of you before the job is done."

You thought he would leave after the act, but he didn't, so his affection was real. He cleaned you up with a towel, massaging your sore thighs and almost forcing you to drink enough water since you squirted so much. "Did it feel so good for me, Sweetheart? I never had such a perfect woman before," he whispered against your skin. " Gonna worship you and give you everything you need, okay?"

You nodded and cuddled against his fury body, easily falling asleep after this activity.

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crisscross-sonicsauce · 3 months

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Differences between the models from Sonic 2 and the Knuckles Show Masterpost!

I'm sure there are more but these are just what I've noticed so far...

(Also, this is kind of hard for Sonic and Tails because we don't see them much, but I'll do my best)

::Knuckles Show on top Sonic 2 on bottom

Okay, first...

Textures

For the most part, they're less furry.

Comparing these you can see that the fur around his muzzle is shorter or at least not as well defined. This is true for the rest of them as well. Everyone looks "smoothed out," especially around the face.

Another example...

You can see the fur around his ears is actually less fuzzy, and the triangle shape of the inside of his ears is more obvious. (Almost like he got a trim or something haha.) This is true for Sonic as well, especially the ear definition bit. Tails' cheek fluff is also more shapely and long, evoking his game design more. His forehead tufts now face slightly different directions instead of all pointing right.

This goes for Knuckles' chest pattern too...

The shape is SO much fuzzier in the movie.

His body fur is also less voluminous in the show (likely the cause of the aforementioned definition.) I think this goes for everyone else too (Except for Tails maybe, I can't really tell since we can't see his body that well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.)

Another one...

They got rid of his nosebridge pattern. The delineation between his muzzle and head color is much clearer. (You can also see the muzzle fur and ear change here.) I'm actually kinda sad about this one :( It was one of my favorite parts of his design. It could be due to the fur shortening and just for the show, but I'm not sure... :/

Exceptions

Tails' tails actually appear to be MORE fluffy.

and Sonic's chest fur is WAY fluffier

If I had to guess, I'd say most of these changes were made to cut down on rendering time. Switching out the movie's "denser" textures for these "lighter" ones cuts down on the budget without sacrificing the looks. Very smart, very smart. (Obviously, I don't know for sure that they did this, I'm just guessing based off of the differences.)

Structure Changes

Here are some things I noticed about how the bones of the models have changed (meaning not due to textures) (It's mostly Sonic lol.)

From the images above you can see that Sonic's shoulders are broader and his arms are thicker. His upper chest area is now more prominent, giving him a body shape closer to a "V" than the rounder "0" Sonic from Movie 2. It's really obvious in the second picture.

His quills also don't start on his upper forehead anymore, now beginning further back. His quills also appear to be thinner. They blend in with his fur more than before. (See below.)

He also emotes differently. His face rig must have changed with his model, because when he furrows his brow the way pictured above his face wrinkles like 3x more than before, haha (I hope that doesn't stick around, it's kind of weird to look at lol.) Actually, now that I think about it, it might just look that way because the show's less voluminous fur is not hiding it as much.

Yeah, that's definitely why haha. You can actually see the indents of the same crease placements in the movie model.

Also, is Tails taller?!?!? He sure looks taller here! But it could be a case of forced perspective since we can't see their whole bodies.

Knuckles' eyes are very different. I don't think the other's eyes are different, but we see them for like two seconds from afar so...¯\_(._.)_/¯

Also, I might just be imagining this, but it looks like everyone has more "neck" than before. Weird sentence, I know. You can kinda see what I mean here...If this is the case, it was likely done so posing is easier for the animators.

And generally, everyone is at least twice as vibrant, especially Sonic! Just look at the comparisons. My boys are G.L.O.W.I.N.G! Beautiful!

I think that's all I've got. If I can think of any more I'll make a part 2. If you noticed something that I didn't, leave a comment and I'll add it. Or add a reblog of your own if you want^^

(This took way too long (¬_¬"") )

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keicordelle · 2 months

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You know, I was going to make a post about how, for all that Mizora says she can't undo the magic that transforms Wyll, there are plenty of ways a powerful enough spellcaster could restore him to his original body, but when I went to read up on the spells I had in mind-- there really isn't, huh?

The obvious go to is True Resurrection. I mean, you don't even need the dead person's body to restore them to life, the spell creates one for them. And admittedly, the spell description is a little vague about restoring them to their own body, but I have to assume that's the intent. It does restore undead to their non-undead form, so it can alter the body of whoever it resurrects, but given that it states that so clearly, I'm reluctant to assume it'd be the same for someone altered in a different fashion (say, a werewolf, or perhaps someone twisted into a devil as a result of their pact). It does clear curses and other nefarious effects, so if it's a curse laid upon him then maybe it would work. But I think the chances of it simply giving him back his devilish body are pretty high, and given the 25k gold price tag on it, that's not really a risk I'd want to take.

Resurrection is similarly worded, except it can't clear curses or raise undead, so probably even less likely to restore Wyll's human body.

Clone can restore your youth, but given that it requires an offering of flesh to cast, I think it's safe to assume the test-tube grown Wyll would also bear horns and pointy bits where he does not particularly want them. If even Mizora can't undo the magic that turns him, I have to assume it's transformed him down to his DNA, and growing a new body from that same flesh will result in the same appearance.

Reincarnation could craft him a new body with a reasonably high likelihood of not being a tiefling, but he wouldn't necessarily be human -- and even if he was, it crafts him an entirely new body, like hitting the randomizer on a character creator. There's almost a 0% chance he'd end up looking like he used to. So new appearance yes, original body no.

If he felt like dipping into less savory techniques, he could try Magic Jar and then possessing someone else's body, but again, that doesn't really help him regain his human form.

True Polymorph could work, depending on how you define "creature". Is a human a different creature than a tiefling? Or are we talking broad categories here? Do I need to turn from a humanoid into an aberation? (This could work though to turn a mindflayer back into a humanoid though, couldn't it? Hmm...) The changing of stats makes the idea of tiefling-human transformation a little awkward, but it could work. Maybe. Just make sure he's stripped down before you cast it, or you're losing all that lovely gear you spent 17 levels gathering.

And of course there's always Wish, but I'm not sure there's a Wizard in the world who wants to risk that 33% chance of never being able to cast it again.

But I also feel like all of that is moot, because I really don't think Wyll would take you up on it if you offered. For all that his new form discomforts and discomfits him, I think he'd refuse to part with it. He wears his altered, intimidating form with pride, because it stands for his beliefs, his refusal to bow down in the face of evil when his morals are on the line. For all that he looks the part of a devil, that body represents his complete and utter goodness, and even if that's probably not how he sees himself, I think that he would want to keep his body if only to show that you can look like the most monstrous version of yourself and still hold true to your virtue. And once he's had some time to grow accustomed to the horns and the stares, he would not wish to erase his body and what it stands for, even if the opportunity presented itself.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #d&d #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 wyll #~k

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i was just rereading “losing your memory” and wondered, how do you think everything would’ve ended if coryo had won the election and now had the “upper hand”? cause if he tried to coerce the reader into a relationship it seems unlikely that she would comply willingly, but also it’s doubtful that she would go with him if he tried persuading her too because of how much power he now holds

And that's very interesting, dear anonymous! 🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵

You're right. If LYM Coriolanus had won the election, the reader would definitely not have come back to him or let him pursue her.

She has a strong character, is not afraid to make controversial decisions, and practically does not care about anyone's opinion except her own. She knows the Capitol's games; she knows how to play them and present herself well, and she will do so as long as she sees the point in her actions and is happy with them. I wanted to present her as... a force to be reckoned with, a someone who will stop at nothing to prove her point and get what she wants (of course, she has certain moral boundaries that she will not cross. Let's call it the blessed influence of Sejanus, which Coryo hates).

She only has one weakness, Coriolanus. Just like he has her as his weakness.

They are similar and, at the same time, different on many levels. While Coriolanus is more severe and merciless, spreading terror to maintain power and respect, the reader uses gentler means. Of course, she doesn't pardon everyone, but under her rule, peacekeepers are supposed to really keep the peace, not herald pain, suffering, and torture to the innocent ones.

Coriolanus throws threats left and right (of course, elegantly intimidating people so that no one else finds out), and the reader silently plans her revenge, smiling sweetly at the potential enemy. Her opponents do not know WHO could have brought them down. They don't expect to be hit. I think it's a bit like water and fire, but they have one shared purpose: The best future of Panem. To make sure that no one will know the pain they felt (mostly the pain the reader has seen in Coryo, Sejanus, Lucy Gray and all of them, because, well... her past isn't so clearly defined, is it?)

SO WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF LYM CORIOLANUS WON THE ELECTION:

If he had won in The Grudge…

"Just leave." he says, his eyes averting from you as he stares at the window overlooking the Capitol. You walk up to him and place your hand on his shoulder. He turns his gaze away from the city in front of him and looks at you questioningly, not understanding what you are doing right now. 'Coriolanus... I..." "And the president of Panem becomes… Coriolanus Snow! Congratulations, Mister President!" the hosts' shouts and fanfare echo from the television, interrupting you. It takes you a while to realise what happened. Your hand falls from his shoulder as you stare dazedly at the TV behind him. He won. He became president. Realisation hits you. You have no idea what will happen next. And... you're afraid. You are afraid that HE will never be close to you again like he used to. That after gaining the power he dreamed of, he will reach further. And the last few weeks... the last few weeks, maybe even months—had shown you that you couldn't live without him next to you anymore. You couldn't pretend anymore that he meant nothing to you. You knew he wouldn't let you do that. Because the terrifying truth was that... You needed Coriolanus Snow… as much as he needed you. "You won't even shake my hand? Am I not worth even that, Y/N?" He asks. You are not even aware that he had spoken to you. You act automatically. You shake his hand with a forced smile, knowing full well that he won't let you just move on. Neither of you could. You had two choices. Save yourself from him or stay with him, try to change him. However, you were no longer naive enough to believe that he could become someone else for you. Not after getting everything he wanted. There was one thing missing from his victory. You. And you're not going to give in to him that easily.

The reader does not take great risks if it is unnecessary, but she is ready to make sacrifices and 'abandon' the life she knows. And she herself says that if Coriolanus won, she would try to escape from the Capitol and disappear from Panem.

So that's what she does.

After this event, taking advantage of the fact that Coriolanus is too busy taking over the position of president, the reader prepares false documents and prepares to escape from the Capitol.

She doesn't listen to the advice of her parents, who still believe that she and Coriolanus will be together, and she doesn't tell anyone about her plans.

She, by herself, is in personal contact with the people who organize the transportation of people outside the Panem. She wants to have as few people as possible involved in her 'disappearance'.

So at dusk, she takes the small bag with her things and runs away.

She travels from district to district, avoiding all peacekeepers. She dyes her hair a different colour and dresses like a citizen of the district. She tries her best to blend in as little as possible, and she succeeds.

For a while, of course. Because Coriolanus will not rule without his First Lady by his side. He raises the alarm and makes up the story that you were kidnapped by rebels and that the Capitol and Panem need to get THEIR FIRST LADY back. Yes. He calls you that in public. And he personally gets involved in the search.

That's why you know you have to run. Run as fast as you can.

And just when you thought you could get away from him, he finds you.

Breathing quickly, you push through the crowd of people around you, hiding your face in the scarf around your neck. He was here. Coriolanus. You saw him when you were about to board a ship that was supposed to illegally transport a small portion of people out of the Panem. And just when you were about to give the secret password to the carrier, the port was swarming with peacekeepers. With Coriolanus at the forefront. You pushed and ran as fast as you could through the crowd of people, turning back every now and then. You know he noticed you. That he raised an alarm among his men that you were somewhere close. You had very little opportunity and time. You had to find a hiding place quickly if you didn't want to fall into the hands of President Snow. But apparently, you've already used up all your luck. You managed to avoid him for a year and outsmart him and his men. And now, when you were in the district you visited the least, which streets you had not had the opportunity to get to know thoroughly, you ran ahead blindly. And Coriolanus took advantage of it. You stop dead in your tracks as you turn into a side street and suddenly see a dead end in front of you. You look around, looking for any way to get out of it. A ladder to the roof, a manhole to the sewers, anything. But there is nothing that can help you. You scream at the top of your lungs as someone's arms wrap around you. You frantically struggle against the tight grip, shouting threats and curses. "Shhh. It's me, calm down, it's me, my little diamond." He whispers in your ear, which only increases your panic. He holds you tighter to him and puts his hand over your mouth. "It's okay; it's okay. That's enough. Everything will be okay. We'll go back to the Capitol, we'll get married, and we'll be happy. Everything's okay. Just don't leave me. Don't leave me anymore. You can't. Please, Y/N, I can't take it. Just stay. Don't fight anymore. There's no point. We belong together and nowhere else. I'll forget everything; just come home with me." You're crying. You tremble in his arms and cry. You feel his tears falling on your hair, but you don't think about him. You only think about that terrible truth, about what fate condemns you to, when he holds you tightly to him and carries you to God knows where, stroking your hair and whispering soothing words (for him, for you, it's like reading a death sentence). And his kisses that capture your tears are just a bitter reminder of how often he will be the reason for them. Because you know perfectly well how little time it will take for him to forget about you, too, now that he has literally everything.

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Thinking about Bitterbat tormenting Freebird. Not physically or even seriously but just mocking shit while in battle while he is obviously holding back because Bitterbat could obviously kill the bird man with the flick of a finger.

He very badly wants to but he knows the mess it'd cause and simply settles on mocking America's #1 via bringing up Sweetheart.

He says the typical villainous things one would expect-how she's so out of his league, how he'll never be strong enough to protect her, how she'll never return his feelings.

Of course, Freebird has protagonist brain so he keeps responding heroically. He goes on and on about how he'll defeat Bitterbat and how his words don't hurt him and is just Bitterbat projecting.

And then Freebird fucks up and states Bitterbat doesn't know anything about Sweetheart.

And there's this horrible glint in Bitterbat's eyes as he takes this slight as the green light to drop the weights a bit.

Not on his strength but on his mouth.

"I know how soft her lips are and how sweet they taste" Many, including Freebird upon hearing this think of all the kisses Bitterbat "steals" in battle.

"I know all the weak spots that make her knees buckle when touched" Again, those listening think of all the times Bitterbat has shown just how better he is in hand-to-hand combat than Sweetheart.

"I know how her voice sounds when she's trembling in my arms" Freebird glares at Bitterbat, recalling how scared Sweetheart often looks anytime she is pinned or wrapped up in Bitterbat's clutches. He knows the fact Bitterbat could easily kill her just fills her with fear and anytime he witnesses the scene as he watches the Decking City News, he wishes for nothing more than to sweep in and pull that bat wing eared monster off her.

"And I know that whenever she is around you, she is always thinking of me." A wide, twisted, and smug smile crept to Bitterbat's face as he watched the pure anger in Freebird's face change to frustrated confusion.

All the other teases had been, what many watching thought, to be battle related. But that last jab at Freebird made him pause to think about just what the hell Bitterbat meant.

And Bitterbat loved it. He wanted oh so badly to define what he meant. Go into deeper detail about the insult. Just like he wanted so badly to go into detail about the prior ones. He knew how oblivious the world was to the true relationship of Sweetheart and him. He knew when they heard his words, they simply thought of their fights together and the tricks he'd pull.

No one truly knew that each of his vague jeers were references to all the intimate times he and Sweetheart spent together off the battlefield.

No one except maybe the rabid Bittersweet Shippers. Lord knows how much they were eating this little moment up.

But Freebird was obviously not one of those and he snarled at Bitterbat, which the latter viewed as a pathetic attempt at both intimidating him as well as just sounding animalistic.

Freebird's wings bristled as, Bitterbat assumed, he tried to make himself appear bigger.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull with your disrespectful remarks to Sweetheart, but I'm not going to listen to some selfish creep that constantly forces himself upon her!"

A guttural sound crept out from Bitterbat's throat. It was deep and low and made everyone listening's bones rattle. Whatever playful energy was in this battle left immediately as Bitterbat's face lost all expression. His eyes were cold and the locked on stare they had on Freebird made him freeze instinctually.

Those watching could tell that the scene had switched from a confrontation of rivals to predator and prey.

Freebird was struggling to say anything to break up the silence. But nothing was coming out due to a strange anxiety that had built up inside of him since the moment Bitterbat stopped talking. Something deep inside of him wanted him to fly as far and fast from this battle as he could and he had to use all his will power to stay right where he was.

Bitterbat was the first to speak and it made everyone jolt due to many believing the live feed had suddenly been muted. His voice was much deeper than any had heard it. It was no longer the light and playful tone many associated with the villain. And that just made the situation even scarier for those watching.

"You dare call me the selfish creep when your accusations are merely the projections of your own actions?" Smoke leaked from Bitterbat's mouth as he spoke, deep violet and filled with high levels of toxin. "Your darling public might think you are a selfless saint but you are the biggest sinner around."

In seconds, Bitterbat's staff materialized in his hand and was jabbed into the asphalt of the street. A crack began to form from the road wound and spread toward Freebird's direction. More deep violet smoke began to billow from the crevices.

"And I promise you that a hell beyond your understanding is awaiting you with a gaping hungry maw"

Bitterbat finally smiled, and his mouth practically split his entire face in half with just how much it didn't fit on his humanly form. His fangs jutted from his mouth as razor sharp canines accompanied them. His long serpent tongue slithered out and flicked in the air, lapping up all the delicious fear that was leaking off the now trembling bird. His braid, the tip now pointed like a scorpion's tail, thrashed around in bloodlust.

The Monstrum wanted nothing more than to just kill him now and end the rest of Sweetheart's suffering. It would have been so easy with the way the hero was paralyzed in fear. Everyone was too stunned to even think of helping, including any heroes on standby for the fight. All Bitterbat really had to do was swing his staff and end it all in front of millions.

But as a sudden pink flash appeared in the sky, the King of Monsters remembered why he wasn't allowed.

Sweetheart descended, lowering herself right in the middle of Freebird and Bitterbat. She didn't want to land due to the fact Bitterbat was a foot taller than her-and her goal was ultimately to block Freebird from his view so he focused on just her. Her appearance seemed to bring some relief to everyone as the unsettling energy of what many believed to be Freebird's final day faded away. Even the smoke that was billowing from the road seemed to stop.

While everyone was frozen in fear back home, watching Bitterbat's monstrous transformation in real time, Sweetheart had been hauling ass to transform and arrive at the scene. She knew all the tell tale signs of Bitterbat's temperament worsening and when the mocking was on the way to becoming murdering.

The second it had become unclear if Bitterbat was going to remain restrained as he promised or if he was going to follow through on his many declarations to kill Freebird, Sweetheart knew she had to intervene.

Putting on her best heroic voice, she broke the silence.

"I think this battle has gone on long enough, boys." She did her best to sound playful but her eyes were locked on Bitterbat as she watched him very closely. Not in fear but to study him.

It was very clear to her that Bitterbat was enraged, even if he seemed calm to many right now. Her appearance might have eased some of that anger but it was still very present and still very much aimed at Freebird.

"I've never been more happy to see you, Sweetheart!" Freebird's tone was happy, under the false belief that he was out of the danger zone.

Sweetheart kept her eyes locked on Bitterbat. Every time his eyes flicked to try and look at Freebird, she moved so he would be looking at her instead. The magical girl responded, never taking her eyes off the Monstrum. "Yeah um, Freebird, I need you to get out of here while I deal with Bitterbat."

Freebird frowned. "But with the two of us, we could definitely deal with him now! Why would you want to go one-on-one with...that?" He gestured towards Bitterbat's...everything.

Sweetheart tried to hide the annoyance in her voice with determination. "Because I know Bitterbat better than any hero around and I don't want to risk you getting killed because of his unpredictability!"

Hearing a vague mention of the bond they shared made Bitterbat ease up a bit, the clutch on his staff loosening ever so slightly as he closed his mouth, his fangs now shrunken to their usual size to rest more comfortably in his powered down form. His braid had reverted from its scorpion tail appearance to being just hair again. The tip began to thump on the ground and the sound only got louder the longer he stared at Sweetheart.

Freebird wasn't budging. Holding in a groan at the obnoxiously protagonist coded man, Sweetheart floated closer towards Bitterbat so he was within arms reach. She watched as his eyes seemed to dilate at her approach, making him look less like an apex predator and more like an eager puppy.

Holding in an awe, Sweetheart couldn't think of any better way to make sure Bitterbat stayed put than to just simply...grab his face with her palm resting on the bridge of his nose so he hand no choice but to close his eyes. A trill of surprise came out of him but soon Sweetheart's entire arm vibrated from the force of him purring just from the skin contact.

Relieved Bitterbat was distracted enough, Sweetheart FINALLY looked towards Freebird.

"Bitterbat is my archenemy and isn't someone to take lightly. Only other Beloveds are capable of handling him. It'd be much safer if you left him to me."

Freebird took one step closer to Sweetheart and she had to squeeze Bitterbat's face as she heard his purring shift to growling.

Freebird replied, "I don't think it's safe for you to deal with that guy by yourself."

Sweetheart rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide it from the cameras-she could make an excuse about it to anyone who asked later. She responded, now growing tired of this back and forth, "I know that Bitterbat would never kill me. That makes me safer than anyone else on Earth...especially you as you were literally looking death in the face 10 seconds ago before I showed up."

Freebird would never acknowledge her being right about his fight or flight activating because he knew he was in danger. He merely crossed his arms with a smug grin. "So I'll take you showing up to save me as a sign you care?"

Every heroic bone in Sweetheart's body ached with a mighty need to let go of Bitterbat and just sick him on the bird. Bitterbat's tail began to wag as he sensed the desire in Sweetheart.

With the deepest sigh she thinks she's ever mustered in battle, Sweetheart replied one last time to Freebird as she settled on her next course of action.

"You can take me showing up to save you as a sign from some higher force that you should really pick and choose your battles much more carefully." Sweetheart allowed some sass to slip into her response. She was reminded of why it took her so long to jump into action while she was watching the scene unfold at home. Freebird was an egotistical dick and watching Bitterbat put him in his place was satisfying as hell.

Before Freebird had a chance to respond to her again, Sweetheart suddenly flew up into the sky, a tail ribbon grazing Bitterbat's cheek as a sign to follow her.

And follow he did as his focus had completely left Freebird and instead stuck to Sweetheart.

The two left in seconds, leaving nothing but swirling dust and cratered earth where Bitterbat had been standing seconds ago.

Freebird was left speechless at the sudden exit before chuckling to himself.

"Ah, she's crazy about me."

Meanwhile, miles into the sky away from Freebird, the fight scene and Decking City, Sweetheart groaned, loud and furiously. "I cannot STAND his ass. GOD he is such a prick!" She dragged her hands down her face as she flew past some clouds and a couple birds.

Bitterbat tailed her, humming blissfully as he enjoyed the sweet sounds of his girlfriend hating on his most disliked person. "Don't worry Sweetums, next time I have to deal with him, I'll make sure to slap him around a little~"

Sweetheart glanced over her shoulder to Bitterbat, the fear of hitting anything in front of her was nonexistent as the open air was much less congested than the city skylines.

"Define what you mean by 'a little'."

"A couple broken bones and bruises here and there. Nothing good ole hero healthcare can't fix."

Sweetheart pondered over the statement for a second before replying.

"Only one broken bone,"

Bitterbat trilled, his eyes lighting up in excitement. "One broken bone!? Oh, my Queen you're so generous to me~!"

Sweetheart added on "And it can't be either of his wings."

"Oh COME ON! You KNOW how badly I wanna break those! You can be as cruel as you are generous sometimes..." Bitterbat pouted, causing Sweetheart to giggle at his response.

#rocky rambles #sweetheart #bitterbat #freebird #licorice #glitter and guilt #writing

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I'm not sure but I THINK you wrote a post about how Catra didn't actually believe Prime is coming, right? Do you still have it somewhere? I couldn't find it

Are you thinking of this scrap?

To expand a bit on the thoughts there:

The activation of the portal was, objectively, an utter trainwreck. No one - Rebellion or Horde - thinks it went to plan; instead, the portal reality was a giant, waving red flag that the forces trapping Etheria in Despondos are much, much stranger and more powerful than anyone expected.

So when we start Season 4, Catra's focus isn't on the portal - she knows it failed catastrophically; she isn't expecting anything more to come out of it. Her focus is on taking advantage of the chaos the portal caused, not waiting for help from Big Brother.

(And she's dismissive when Hordak goes off on "Prime did hear me!"; "Great, so -". She does not care about Prime, except as a tool to jolly Hordak along.)

fwiw, I don't think Hordak fully believes Prime is coming here, either. Like. Okay. The thing about Hordak is that he is deeply irrational. He does not, and never did, have a coherent, attainable plan to return to Prime, because that's not a coherent, attainable goal. There never was a path back to grace for him; nothing he could ever do would make Prime un-discard him.

So his fixation here? His desire to believe that something came out of the portal, other than the destruction of his lab, and the loss of the best thing to ever happen to him Entrapta?

That's the thing he's holding onto to keep from completely collapsing. If that signal hadn't gone through, if he hadn't had even that scrap to feed to his faith? He wouldn't be punishing Catra for her failure, or rebuilding his lab for another go. He wouldn't be doing anything, because he would be gone.

But nothing he's doing says he really believes it; If he thought Prime was really coming, he wouldn't be sulking in his lab while his army idled.

His signal went through. He doesn't have to give up faith. And that's where his thoughts stopped. Hordak doesn't think Prime is coming next week, or next month, or in any kind of definable time-frame. In Hordak's mind, Prime isn't really coming for him because of the portal at all; he just thinks Prime is coming for him because Prime's been coming for him for the past 20 years.

Catra uses Prime's arrival as a threat and a prod, not because she believes it; or because she thinks Hordak really believes it.

She does it because she (correctly) thinks she can make him believe it. That Hordak needs her to make the promise real, to turn it from a vague faith into actionable certainty.

That she can use that certainty to make him dance to her tune.

(and that she can shatter that certainty when it is no longer useful to her.)

#spop #asks #feisaru #catra #hordak #horde prime #season 4

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lqtraintracks · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @maesterchill @danpuff-ao3 and @nv-md for the tag! <333

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

314

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,295,054

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter is the big one. I've also written some Captive Prince, Locked Tomb, and one Call Me By Your Name fic

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Right Hand Red; Hung Like a Horntail; Slip Into My Lover's Hands; Weeds or Wildflowers (written with the very talented @unmistakablyoatmeal); and check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try. I'm seriously behind. The truth is, I'll never get around to replying to them all. I will someday die with a thousand unanswered comments. But I do try. And I read each and every one and they touch my heart. I'm so very grateful for all the wonderful comments I've received and continue to receive!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oof. I hardly ever end things badly. But there was one wee ficlet; lemme go hunt it down. (*plays elevator music*) Ah, here it is: Not-Forever Is Still Forever. It's not MCD or anything. Draco just leaves for Argentina for two years. *shrug emoji* But I like to think I've gotten pretty good at baking some realistic angst into the middle of things, if not writing angty endings. I prefer it that way.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them except for Burning the Ground, which is an open ending. I'll be honest, I don't like the word fluff. I'm never trying to write fluff, which, to me, denotes a level of uncomplicated sweetness. Maybe others define it differently. But I don't think happy endings are necessarily fluffy. I want my happy endings to put tears in your eyes, to move you. I want to evoke different things with different sorts of happiness for different phases of life. RHR's ending is about a feeling of freedom mostly, of getting to face the next part of their lives without dread. Take You Home has a similar vibe but with them a bit older; they've experienced the painful and mundane disappointments you have to weather in this life that have nothing to do with fighting a dark wizard and everything to do with existential questions about who we are, how we go on, what do you do when it doesn't work out, when you've changed and you don't know who you are anymore. I loved ending it with all their friends, at a march for trans rights. Heart Like Neon has an ending that makes *me* the most happy. I modeled it after an episode of Grey's Anatomy where you find out at the end of the ep that two important characters got married. The whole ep, none of their friends know, then at the end they play 'Bones' by Josh Record, and you go back in time by a few weeks and you see it. When I wrote the end of HLN, I had that song playing in my head from the end of the party at the Weasley's, to jumping three months earlier, to Harry and Draco in Paris. That's a pretty goddamned happy ending. It makes me cry. <3 (Also the art that @bluebutter-art made for it makes me bawl happy tears!!!)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I was going to say hardly ever but then I *just* got some last week! LOL. Still, I'm very lucky that it's not even once in a blue moon. That stuff is so arbitrary too. I'm going to quote my good friend @elrhiarhodan: People... they're fuckin nuts. :D

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

LOL yes. A lot of different kinds? I want to try a little of everything as a writer.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. I mean, I probably have a couple times over the course of my literal decades in some fandom or other, but they're not worth noting.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several, and into multiple languages. I think that's so cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Definitely! In HP I've written with sdk, @the-starryknight and @nv-md, plus I once did a wild round robin with a big group of people. I'm not good at round robins, I've realized. Too much of a control freak.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Drarry, totally. But right up there is Harry/Teddy and Harry/Teddy/Draco. Then Ginny/Pansy, Charlie/Teddy, James Sirius/Albus Severus (with Teddy too sometimes). In CaPri, I love Damen/Laurent, but @linecrosser had totally made me ship when Damen lends Laurent out to Nikandros for a threesome and also Auguste/Laurent. I also hardcore ship my own original characters from my novel. <3

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't do WiPs really.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oof, this is tough. Pacing? Interpersonal relationships? Smut, for sure. LOL. I think I do well writing things that are transgressive or maybe even filthy with a lot of tenderness and compassion and deep, deep love mixed in. And I think I'm getting really good at making people cry when I want them to. Readers, that is. :D

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Convoluted plots. Can't do them. I wish I could. I can't write a mystery to save my life. I'm also pretty bad at heavy angst. I also wish I could write something nonlinear, but my brain just doesn't work that way.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's interesting that this is a question because it's meaningful to me not because of fic but because of my novel. I have a Spanish-speaking character, fluent in English, but sometimes he says things in Spanish. I'm very VERY lucky that @capiturecs read my novel both as a sensitivity reader for Latinx/Latine/Latino aspects but also to correct my Spanish and make it realistic and conversational! I'll be forever grateful! I also now really REALLY want to learn Spanish! <3

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sorry, I don't share this publicly.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Oh this is mean. This is cruel. I can't possibly answer this! RHR has got to be in there. Heart Like Neon. Blood and Fire. Phoenix in the Fire. Take You Home. Wonderful Electric (cover me in you). A Pain of Our Choosing. My Name in Your Mouth. Bloom. collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart. I'll stop there!

Okay, this was fun! I'll tag @corvuscrowned @ruinsplume @floydig @sweet-s0rr0w @lettersbyelise @magpiefngrl @skeptiquewrites and Elr! <3

#20 questions for fic writers #tag game #my writing

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hongthoven · 2 years

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Bad Habits | seonghwa x fem!reader (smut)

❅ pairing : seonghwa (ateez) x fem reader

❅ rate : +18 | smut

❅ warnings : explicit content, strong language

❅ chaptered | one-shot

❅ status : in progress (chapter 1/?)

❅ tags&stuff : dom!hwa, sub!reader, bit of seonjoong/matz thrown in there, bit of hongjoong x reader cause I can't get away from him, Hwa is a control freak, reader is a whimpering sub, rough sex will occur, spanking, choking, spitting, name calling, inevitable babygirling of reader, reader has both a praise kink and degrading kink lol what a freak, bit of voyeurism if you squint, mentions of other members, obviously non!ateez related

❅ PLOT:

You didn't know how things had gotten this far. How your life had taken an unexpected turn only for you to end up here, kneeling in front of Park Seonghwa - the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen - with your mouth wide open, tongue out, waiting to be humiliated for the 8th time that night. But above anything, you didn't know how to stop. Or if you even wanted to.

❅ Author's note: soooooo-- *taps mic* this was originally supposed to be a filthy one-shot but turns out my brain doesn't know how to shorten my ideas and go straight to the point so *throws hands in the air* here's a chapter fic about dom!hwa because he's been on my mind a lot. Please comment & reblog if you want more (but say please--- just kidding, or am I?) a ny way - english STILL isn't my first language so mistakes may occur, don't be a meanie I have feelings.

❅ Words: 5.3k (up to chapter 1)

CHAPTER I. Acquaintance

You had no idea when things had gotten out of control.

The story of how you had ended up in the backseat of a cab next to this man remained a complete mystery. The man was Park Seonghwa - quite literally “the man they warned you about” - ‘they’ being all of your girlfriends consecutively setting up an intervention to make you step out of whatever was actually going on with this guy they all defined as “disgustingly toxic” and yet, failing as soon as you replied to his spontaneous middle-of-the-night texts, rushing to his place like you had forgotten what dignity even was.

Still, there you were, tightly wrapped in some expensive haute-couture dress he had specifically brought back from a business trip to Paris just so he could treat himself with the delicious sight of your curves filling up the delicate silky fabric perfectly. It was definitely the shortest yet most expensive piece of clothes you ever worn and every minute going by seemed to come with the crippling fear of straining it.

Seonghwa was, by all means, the epitome of toxicity. Cold, mysterious, always out and about to god-knows-where, not much of a talker -at least, not when it involved his personal life or emotional luggages- and above anything, he was the typical cliché of a man that looked and acted like he owned every place he walked into, including people. Still, like any toxic asshole, Seonghwa was by far the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. The kind of man you’d die for, the kind of man whose attention you’d fight for anytime of the day and, as much as you hated it, the kind of man you’d never say no to.

While he was still in his mid twenties, Seonghwa always dressed like a 30+ businessman, strolling around the city in fancy YSL suits and burberry coats, his left wrist tightly wrapped into one of his thousand vintage watches he always made sure matched his outfit. His black hair was the only fantasy he seemed to allow, whether he prefered to wear his bangs down, making himself look five years younger and a little bit wilder, or half up with his forehead exposed except for a single strand of hair that seemed to be perfectly balanced - your personal favorite.

Seonghwa’s hair was down tonight, but the thing that caught your attention before anything else was the fact he had decided to wear a black shirt matching his jacket but for the very first time, without a tie neatly wrapped around his neck. The top buttons of his shirt were open, granting you with a perfect sight of his throat and collabornes every time the fabric shifted under his moves and while you weren’t a fan of PDA, wouldn’t you be sitting in a cab right now, your lips would be quick to suck the life out of his exposed chest. That’s how it felt to look at this man. While you had never tried any drug before, you just knew Seonghwa was the closest thing to it, the urge to connect with him often too painful to handle.

“Why are you nervous?” His soft, raspy voice broke the silence of this drive, pulling you back into the real world as you composed yourself to face the intensity of his gaze.

“I’m not nervous” You lied. Of course you were nervous. For the very first time ever since you had started “seeing” him, Seonghwa had invited you to some fancy party with friends and colleagues. For the first time ever, you would finally take a step into his intimacy, meeting people, interacting with actual humans that probably knew more about him than you ever would. The simple thought of walking into a room by his side was enough to send you over the edge, your anxiety off the roof.

Of course you were nervous,

and, of course, he knew your body language too well not to notice.

Shaking his head slightly, Seonghwa simply scoffed before facing the window again, half amused at the audacity of your lies. One of the things you hated the most about this man was the fact he often decided to act cocky, judgemental or quite simply mean instead of using his words. You’d never catch Park Seonghwa talking more than he genuinely intended to.

“Are you laughing at me?” You dared to ask, blood boiling into your veins at the sight of his smirk and the way he simply discarded your personal feelings towards a situation.

“Just wondering why you’re lying to my face when you know I will punish you for this…”

His words caught you by surprise- not because you weren’t used to him boldly stating his sadistic tendencies since it was the main part of your original bond- but mainly because such statements were usually spoken behind closed doors. Having Seonghwa publically act like a powerful dom was another first you definitely didn’t see coming. Unfortunately, you weren’t granted much time to process as he scooted to your side, one of his hands firmly tucked between your legs and palming the inside of your thighs until you could only see his knuckles sinked into your flesh. That would leave a mark.

“Open your legs” he boldly stated, once again as your eyes immediately darted into his, your face painted with sheer panic at the thought of the driver overhearing.

“Are you ins–” Seonghwa immediately interrupted your complaint, pinching your chin with his free hand, forcing you to lock eyes with him as you kept traveling back and forth between the man on your side and the driver to make sure his attention was 100% on the road and not on the scene happening behind his back.

“I said open. your. legs” He stated once again, his raspy voice sounding more like a threat now that he was repeating himself, something he truly hated. His fingers were still pressed into your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as you finally granted him the access he was asking for, your thighs trembling against his touch from clenching too hard out of nerves.

“Good girl…” He smirked, the hand initially pressed against your inner thigh traveling up until you could feel his fingertips brushing the soft fabric of your panties. While he was barely touching you, you could feel yourself melting into his palm already. That’s the thing about Park Seonghwa. No matter how bad you knew he was, you just simply couldn’t resist him, diving head first into the sinful routine he seemed to live for.

“That’s one big choker you’ve got there, baby” He felt the need to add, his teeth pulling at the thick piece of jewelry around your neck while smirking to himself as he knew precisely why you had to cover your skin. Among many other filthy things, Seonghwa definitely had a soft spot for marking your body. Whether it was a bite, a strong grip of his hand over your hips or a powerful slap, nothing could beat the animalistic stare of his big black eyes whenever he caught a glimpse of his fingertips over your porcelain skin.

“Thought you wouldn’t want your friends to ask about the bruises all over my neck…” You barely managed to whisper through gritted teeth as Seonghwa found some sadistic pleasure in torturing you with his finger sliding up and down your clothed slit.

“True that- We don’t want them to know how much of a slut you are, don’t we, baby?”

It took you all the strength in the world not to gasp out loud as soon as his thumb hooked your panties to the side so two of his fingers suddenly pushed into you with no warning whatsoever, filling you up knuckles deep.

“Look at me” Seonghwa commanded, his tone colder than earlier as he had caught your attention drifting from him to the cab driver once again. While the rush of being fingered on the backseat of a taxi was entracing, you couldn’t help but feel shameful and a little humiliated at the thought of a stranger catching you there, legs wide open with another man’s fingers deeply buried into your cunt.

“Say my name” He added, his teeth nibbling at your ear for a brief second before he was back staring at you like he was expecting something, black pupils looking you up and down like a beast ready to jump on its prey.

“Seonghwa”

A whisper. Not exactly what he wished for.

“Couldn’t hear you there, baby girl… I said say my fucking name…” Curling his fingers into your dripping core, Seonghwa made sure to hit the perfect spot repeatidly, his knuckles twitching at the most torturing pace, eyes still locked on your face.

“Seon—Seonghwa” You whimpered, shameful and red at the cheeks as both of your hands came up to cover your mouth as you inevitably looked back at the driver, hoping he didn’t hear.

Smirking mostly to himself, Seonghwa finally pulled his fingers out, making sure to put on a show as he licked them clean with the filthiest hum, snapping his lips together like he just feasted on his favorite snack.

“We’re here”

You watched as Seonghwa leaned forward to generously tip the driver, secretly thinking he might have told him to keep his eyes on the road no matter what, prior to picking you up. Then, with the blink of an eye, he was back to his typical, composed self, adjusting the front of his shirt and buttoning his jacket with a single hand as the other helped you out of the car like a proper gentleman.

“Take off your panties”

You almost stumbled on the sidewalk, your hand quick to grab his arm as you weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly. Surely he couldn’t just boldly request for you to go commando in the middle of a busy street.

“S-sorry?”

Seonghwa couldn’t help but roll his eyes, sighing at the way you always forced him to repeat himself, frustration already building up inside of him.

“You heard me, baby” He stated, bold as ever as he looked around, unbothered like he had just asked you about the weather.

“We’re in the middle of the streets, Hwa”

“Do you see me care?” He smiled, brushing his bottom lip with his thumb while eyeing you up and down “C’mon now, take it off, or you’ll pay for it later”.

While Seonghwa wasn’t just a typical Dom with proper instructions and basic “no breaking character” rules, you two had never defined whether the dynamic you had in the bedroom still stood in the outside world. Though it wasn’t the first time he had made you the victim of his outrageous commands, having an audience was definitely new and not exactly something you were 100% comfortable with.

Still, you knew better than to disobey.

Looking around to make sure no one could see, you used Seonghwa’s helpful 5.8ft tall lean body to cover your actions as you quickly slipped out of your panties, the cold hitting your core faster than you had anticipated.

You watched as Seonghwa grabbed your tiny lacy piece of clothes from your own hand, putting the precious lingerie into the inside pocket of his vest with a proud smirk while you nervously pulled at your dress, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable now that anyone could catch a glimpse of your intimacy. Still, Seonghwa remained unbothered as he leaned forward to pinch your chin, pressing his lips over yours through the most agonizingly short kiss.

“So how should I introduce myself?” You finally asked, the realization of an upcoming evening spent with complete strangers as your Dom’s +1 finally hitting.

“An acquaintance” Seonghwa simply smiled, his hand nesting on your lower back as he walked you both towards the building.

“An acquaintance? Do you often bring ‘acquaintances’ to these parties?” You frowned, before retracting yourself and asking him not to answer that. Truth was, you didn’t want to know how many girls or boys he had introduced to his friends before, you didn’t want to be just “another one”, like the fresh page of a calendar he would forget by the beginning of next month. While you didn’t have actual romantic feelings for the man, you couldn’t deny the absolute urge to feel special to his eyes. If your relationship had an expiration date, you wanted to leave knowing he would never forget these weeks spent together, whatever you meant to him back then.

The building was located in a part of the city you weren’t sure you’d seen before. Mostly because it was extremely posh and way above anything you could ever afford. Seonghwa’s wealth wasn’t news to you but somehow, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was the type of guy who’d only hang out with people of the same class.

Now you knew.

You knew as soon as the elevator opened right into a massive penthouse on top of a fancy building whose doorman had called you “Miss” while opening the gates for you. If anything, it looked like one of those rom-coms where the girl finds her way into an elitist world upon dating a rich guy but also her complete opposite.

The only difference was that you were very much butt naked under your dress.

“Park Seonghwa…! Long time no see?”

A boy with a gummy smile was the first to welcome you both. Introducing himself as Jung Wooyoung as he leant forward to press his lips to your cheek. The black haired boy had a pair of fancy glasses tucked into the collar of his polo shirt and looked like he had just landed from his private jet following a week in the Hamptons. Everything you hated, but he was friendly and his smile definitely made you feel more at ease. As expected, Seonghwa introduced you as an ‘acquaintance’ from a business trip, the only truth in his speech being the fact you actually worked in an Art Gallery downtown. At least, that gave you something to talk about without ruining the fake plot he so intended to toy around.

“I’ll just say hi to a couple friends, you think you can behave?” Seonghwa looked down, staring right into your eyes as his hand traveled up your arm, sending shivers all over your spine while you simply nodded to his request.

“Good girl” He smiled, a second before he vanished into the crowd, leaving you with nothing but a drink in your hand and the constant fear of exposing your bare cunt to a house full of future leaders of this world.

It only took you a minute to feel completely out of place as you tried your best to melt into some conversations, only to end up absolutely bored as none of the topics seemed to grasp your attention. Seonghwa, on his side, seemed to be extremely involved in whatever debate he had with Wooyoung and some other guy with bright blonde hair and an attitude. While you desperately tried to catch his eye, hoping he would get your signal, you decided to give up as soon as you saw him getting more comfortable on the couch, crossing one leg above the other as he dived into the conversation even more, never once looking up to check on you.

“I guess I’ll just drink” You thought to yourself, ready to take a spin towards the kitchen where all the liquor was stored.

“Sounds like a plan!”

Okay- maybe you weren’t thinking to yourself but actually speaking out loud.

Turning to your left side, you were faced with a boy in a denim shirt and split black and white hair. He couldn’t have been more out of place if he tried and somehow, the thought of having someone more unfitting than you was the comfort you didn’t expect.

“Didn’t mean to sound like an alcoholic” You joked, definitely embarrassed now.

“You’re having a glass of wine and I’m up to my—” He stopped to silently count in his head, one of his eyes squinting slightly to focus better, “ …Eighth? Maybe ninth shot?”.

His soft giggle wasn’t like anything you’d heard before, both cute and quirky. Actually, that’s exactly how he looked, cute and quirky, and if you were being completely honest, in a sea full of rich ‘sons of’ and arrogant assholes, that boy was a breath of fresh air.

He introduced himself as “just” Hongjoong, another surprise following the way other people had found necessary to introduce themselves using their full names, biting their tongue not to mention their parents, grand-parents and pretty much their entire family legacy just to prove how high they stood in the social scale. Hongjoong didn’t seem to care nor even want to talk about his family background, only focusing on the one thing he truly adored: photography.

It took you a couple shots to feel comfortable and above anything, to forget about the fact you were a crossed leg away from flashing the poor boy as you sat outside on the disgustingly massive rooftop, having a fascinating conversation about Arts. Wouldn’t you be here as Seonghwa’s ‘acquaintance’, Hongjoong could definitely be the guy you’d keep in touch with following this party.

Thinking about it, nothing actually stopped you from getting his number.

Except for the fact that, no matter how interesting and fun this boy was, you were still extremely upset at the lack of attention Seonghwa had given you so far.

“So- How did you end up here?” There it was, the question you were trying to avoid. When you thought everything was just going great without you having to shamefully admit you were a nobody trying to fit in someone’s life regardless of his absolute lack of interest in you, Hongjoong had dropped the ball too fast for you to catch it.

“I’m-uh… I’m here with Seonghwa? Park Seonghwa?” You didn’t know why you felt the need to add his full name, like you were trying to give a meaning to your presence in this place. Still, you couldn’t miss the frown on Hongjoong’s face as he chose to nod first, making this moment awfully more awkward than you wished for it to be.

“Let me guess… You’re his special acquaintance?” He chuckled, swallowing whatever was left of his drink in one gulp, his face suddenly painted with a confusing mix of anger and disdain.

“You make it sound like I’m a hooker or something?” You gasped back, definitely offended while knitting your eyebrows together.

“Of course not— I just find it funny… How he seems to have a type”

Now he was getting too mysterious for your liking.

“Care to be more specific?” It’s not like you wanted to hear more about Seonghwa’s past ‘acquaintances’ as you knew yourself too well not to fall into the vicious circle of comparing yourself to every single girl he had laid eyes on before.

While already picturing the portrait of a thousand previous pantless girls he had brought to these boring parties, you watched as Hongjoong chuckled to himself while scratching the back of his neck nervously. Fuck he was cute for a little piece of shit.

“Believe it or not… I was once one of them”

Now this one you didn’t see coming.

Because you were already tipsy, the first thought running through your head was the awfully hot image of Hongjoong and Seonghwa heavily making out together, the obvious height difference making Hongjoong the perfect sub for him. It was actually amazing to see how fast your brain seemed to work as you tried to picture all the scenarios you’ve been into before, but putting Hongjoong into your seat just brought you to another level of arousal.

“So yeah” he started again “I can see a pattern there… Good ol’ master’s got a thing for artsy people… Probably some rebellious move against his folks cause they think Art is a hobbie and not a career plan” he chuckled “You’d think he’d be less of a cliché, right?”

“I… Don’t know him that much to tell, actually” You felt obliged to answer, mostly because he made it seem like you actually knew anything about Seonghwa’s family and why he would pick a certain type of people to fuck around with.

“Ah, the early days… How long has it been?”

“3 months” You replied, almost too fast not to sound like you actually counted the days spent around the man. Still, you were inevitably surprised to realize it already had been three months since the first time you had met Seonghwa, almost immediately melting into the palm of his iron hand.

Hongjoong failed to answer right away, his frown as the only reaction.

“3 whole months? Now that’s new… I think we’ve got a record there…” He added, both his eyebrows raised with complete yet honest surprise.

Any other day, you would have jumped on the opportunity to brag and ask for more details, the idea of keeping Seonghwa hooked for much longer than anyone before definitely turning into your biggest flex, but as you were about to question Hongjoong over his past behavior, you were surprised to feel your phone buzzing into your bag, repeatedly.

Four text messages. All coming from Seonghwa.

Having fun out there?

I don’t recall allowing you to speak to another man.

You’re pissing me off, baby girl.��

I guess I have no choice but to punish you now.

Looking up to catch him through the crowd, you were quick to find him still sitting in the same spot, the crowd around him had grown bigger after a while and though he wasn’t looking directly at you, something about his body language definitely made it seem like he could feel your eyes draping him, the puzzled look on your face tinted with fear.

You tried to pay attention to Hongjoong as he kept talking but none of his words made sense to you as you watched Seonghwa reaching for his phone in his pocket to type another text. Seconds later, your purse started buzzing again.

Upstairs. Second bedroom to the right. Now.

Looking up instantly, you finally met Seonghwa’s gaze as he took one last sip of his red wine, discarding his glass as he failed to smile even slightly to soothe your nerves. He was pissed and there was nothing you could do but to obey.

“I—uh— I need to use the bathroom, I’ll catch up with you later?” You pathetically excused yourself to Hongjoong, your hand grabbing his arm as you walked past him and into the apartment. Though you almost brushed him as you made your way through the living-room, Seonghwa never gave you a slight bit of attention, only looking up when he was sure you couldn't see him stare at your backside on your way up the stairs.

It was no surprise to find a room equally as fancy as the rest of the place, pieces of furniture matching both the curtains and the floor as you mentally tried to figure out the budget behind the impeccable design of each and every single room, something probably way beyond anything you could ever afford. Even the beddings seemed awfully expensive, silky burgundy sheets and pillowcases you were almost too scared to touch even though you already pictured Seonghwa ruining you there in the filthiest way.

Just like he had been summoned, your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Seonghwa entered the room, closing the door behind him. His hair was a little bit ruffled from the heat of the room downstairs and if you squinted enough, you could definitely tell his lips had turned a little bit purple from all the wine drinking. Still, he looked as gorgeous as ever.

“Having fun so far, baby girl?” To anyone, this would be an absolutely common question to ask, but knowing Seonghwa’s pattern, you just knew you were in serious trouble.

“I was just having a conversation with someone, I didn’t—”

“Someone” He cocked his head to the side, cutting you off while you could feel his eyes undressing you entirely “Hongjoong isn’t someone, he’s a little slut, just like you”

You felt it up to your core. The word ‘slut’ was definitely part of the things you used to hate before Seonghwa, but coming from his mouth, hearing it from his raspy tone, you had grown pretty fond of the insult. Just like you couldn’t deny how much of a slut you actually were for that man, the unspeakable memories of things you had never dared to try with anyone else before, popping into your mind.

“I’m sorry, Seonghwa” You looked down, shameful as a dog caught peeing on the carpet.

“You don’t sound sorry- Actually I think you like the guy… He’s cute, isn’t he?”

While you knew he was just being a little sadistic, trying to make you say the words he desperately wanted to hear just so he had a reason to punish you harder, you couldn’t deny the flush creeping up your cheeks at the thought of Honjoong’s quirky smile.

“Y-yes, he’s cute… but–”

“You don’t get to justify yourself, doll” Seonghwa almost growled, pinching your chin between two of his fingers to force a pout out of your mouth.

“You know what you get when you piss me off, don’t you?”

You couldn’t do anything but nod, your jaw tightly framed with his fingers as you felt shivers running down your spine at the thought of being severely punished in a stranger’s bedroom with anyone threatening to burst through the door uninvited. You couldn’t help but notice how Seonghwa had purposely decided not to lock the door, the thrill of getting caught always putting him on edge.

Silently, he walked towards the bed, taking off his jacket to lift his sleeves up to his elbows neatly. Once sitting on the edge of the mattress, he simply curled two of his fingers in the air, waving for you to join him.

“Lift your dress up, you know that cunt can’t lie to me” Seonghwa nodded towards your hips as you stood in front of him, red at the cheeks, humiliation making you feel a little dizzy as you grabbed the hem of your dress, pulling it up to your hips, leaving your bareness on full display.

“Look at you, already soaked, who made you this wet, uh?”

“Y-you”

“Liar. I think that’s your little talk with Hongjoong back there… What? You want him to fuck you? Should I invite him in so I can watch him nail you to this bed like the little whore you are?”

You shook your head no.

“No?” Seonghwa asked, tilting his head with a frown upon his face.

“I only want you, Sir”

“Is that so?” Seonghwa cooed, his palm reaching for the place where your thighs met, palming you firmly without ever giving you the friction you truly needed.

“Whose pussy is that?” He asked, almost clutching it.

“Y-yours, Sir”

“Whose ass is that?” Seonghwa added, his hand creeping up your crack, slipping between your cheeks as you cocked your head down in shame, awfully exposed.

“Y-yours… All yours…”

“You don’t sound convincing at all, baby girl, bend over here”

Pushing you down with your stomach resting over his lap, Seonghwa made sure your entire backside was on full display for him, his hand palming your cheek and squeezing it like it wasn’t even part of a human body.

“You count to ten” He coldly states, collecting a gasp out of you.

“T-ten???”

“You’re out there flirting with another guy with your bare cunt and you expect me to be good to you? Now count to ten”

“One”

The first hit always took your breath away. While it wasn’t your first time getting punished, you found yourself always a little startled with Seonghwa’s constant need to make it hurt immediately. Before that, you were innocently thinking that the counting was supposed to mark the increasing impact of his hand over your bare ass, but with Seonghwa, it truly felt like there was no rule whatsoever.

“So red already… So good to me…” Seonghwa growled, his hand palming your cheeks, one of his fingers tracing your crack as you flinched immediately at how sensitive it still was regardless of the times he had been ruining it.

“S-Seonghwa” You whimpered, your backside getting numb by the time he whacked it for the sixth time. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sit without wincing for a long time and that’s precisely what the man expected from his punishment. For you to think about him and what you had done every time your legs would get too tired to keep you up.

“Did I ask you to say my name?” He threatened, his hand squeezing your cheek so hard you almost screamed out loud from the pain. “Keep counting” he added.

“S—seven” Your voice was caught in a choked up sob as tears started rolling down your cheeks, unable to control yourself as Seonghwa kept his pace impeccable, ruining your cheeks like he could never possibly get tired. Truth was, he loved the sight of your skin tinted red with his finger prints scaling all over you like bubble wrap.

Without surprise, the two last ones were definitely the worst and by the time he was done, it truly felt like your skin had cracked under his palm, the awful tingly sensation of your backside gone numb mixed with the fear of actually bleeding all over the expensive beddings of complete strangers.

“Did you learn your lesson, baby?” Seonghwa asked, his voice composed and more calm than earlier while his fingers slipped between your thighs to trace your slit, adding to the humiliation of crying out loud over his lap as you realized just how wet you were the second he pushed a finger into your dripping cunt.

“Y—yes, Sir” You barely moaned, crushed under an unexpected wave of devastating pleasure as he started pumping his finger, collecting your arousal like a reward.

“Such a slut for me… You just can’t wait to get fucked, can you?”

“Yes, Sir” Sometimes when you caught a glimpse of the whiny tone of your voice whenever addressing him, you felt sick to your stomach, wondering how you ended up there with your ass up in the air on full display for a man to spank you to dumbness.

But Seonghwa was something else.

Something you didn’t expect and yet exactly what you truly needed right now.

“Well, this will have to wait” He cooed, giving one long, last stroke to your aching pussy as he helped you up and back to your feet again.

Adjusting the front of your dress, Seonghwa made sure you looked decent, pressing his thumbs under your eyes to fix your runny make-up.

“Such a good girl for me… You did very well…” He whispered, palming your cheeks with his strong hands while his entrancing eyes tried to read your mind for a minute.

“Let’s get back down, before anyone thinks we’ve fucked or something” Seonghwa added, putting his jacket back on and fixing himself. Looking at him was torture in that state of yours but still, the promise of a good night was enough for you to pull through.

Though your legs were still a little wobbly from the assault, ass still burning with pain, you waited for him to escape the room first before eventually making your way downstairs. Walking through the living-room, your eyes inevitably landed on Hongjoong – mainly because he was easy to spot with his split hair color- as he was now standing with his shoulder resting against the massive library, chatting to a couple girls and guys. Locking eyes with you, he politely nodded in your direction with a smile printed on his face but it faded as soon as you bowed your head down, avoiding him at all costs.

Observing from afar, Seonghwa chuckled to himself slightly, proud of the control he had over you. None of the conversations going on around him seemed to peak his interest as his mind was already thinking of the moment he’d finally get you alone and the many ways he would wreck you.

#Seonghwa smut #ateez smut #dom!hwa #seonghwa x reader

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Eye of the Beholder

Wexia!FemYuu x Vil Schoenheit

Guest oc: Kokomo Onizaki @zomchan69

Sorry, Vil just isn't that impressive to her. His beauty isn't to Yuu's standards.

"Vil-sama looks exceptional as always." Elizabeth gushed. She never had anything but praise for the Pomefiore Headwarden, Yuu wondered if the Heartslabyul girl wanted to change dorms. Kokoro was unfortunately absent at the moment taking a restroom break. Yuu liked having the Oni as a social buffer but she needed to remember what she always said.

'Yuu-chan, be nice. I swear you are worst then Idia. Talk to people.'

Yuu huffed to herself. Koko was right.

"Is it really relevent?" Yuu asked Elizabeth biding time.

"Oh course it is. You must see it too." She said firmly.

Vil could overhear the girls from his seat but pretended not to notice. He was always ready to soak in a bit of praise but he wanted to hear Yuu's response.

Yuu was known as a mysterious beauty on campus. She hailed from a foreign land with strange magic. Her hair was a long curtain of thick black hair that reached down to the back of her thighs. Her eyes were a vibrant shade of gold. Vil thought it was a shame that she didn't end up in Pomefiore instead of Scarabia.

When Yuu transferred from her old school Vil was part of her welcome party for the cultural exchange program, she wasn't excited to leave her dorm Shundian. She formed a companionship with Onizaki. The pink Oni made Yuu's transition easier.

"He is okay." She said bluntly. She said it without pause and with little consideration.

Vil could feel his ears burning. Did she really just call him "okay"?! Him?! She had to be lying, covering up her feeling for him. Someone as beautiful as her surely has good taste.

But Vil had to be sure.

After class he cornered her under the guise of learning about fashion in her her homeland.

"Silk, lots of silk." She said simply.

"Yuu dear, that's not a lot to go one. Tell me at least what you would call attractive." Vil could already hear her saying it. 'Vil you already are the most attractive person I've ever seen.' Even if he knew that already he just wanted her to say it.

"There is no need." She said deadpanned.

"Oh? Why is that?" Vil smiled like a cat about to catch the canary.

"Mn," She hummed as she nodded "There would be no use. The style I like wouldn't suit you. You'd look strange."

Vil felt his heart drop into his stomach. Strange?! Strange she says!

"At least tell me what would be so strange," Vil said bitting back his astonishment.

"Well, I don't want to be rude. Your hair is too short, usually we wear our hair as long as possible. We spend our entire lives growing it to show how healthy and wealthy we are. Common folk have short hair but their hair is longer than yours." Yuu said examining Vil's hair. It was at least healthy and taken care of but she didn't see the appeal in such short length.

"Is that all?" Vil didn't know there was such importance for her in something like hair length but understood why. Beauty is calculated to the finest degree so of course.

"Well no, in my country, your hair color and texture would also be different. It's slightly curly, which reminds me if a calf. I could be considered cute and the less traditional would like it." Yuu examined the tips of purple-colored hair.

"So just my hair is the problem. That's nothing. Hair can grow and be changed."

"No, it's more than that."

"Then enlighten me. What is your ideal man?" He asked looking her in the eye.

"I don't have one. I suppose when I thought of a beautiful man I imagined my emperor. He has long black hair that brushes the ground, sly golden eyes like a fox, regal silk robes laced with gold, a pretty face that's soft like his smile, and vibrant light makeup." Yuu never talked much but she clearly longed for this man.

"I see, you are already in love. That has defined your sense of beauty." Vil finally realized.

"Love? I don't love him. That would be like loving the sunset. His beauty is only fact. Implying that it is the same as love is foolish. Honestly, I was humoring you for your sake but all you people seem to do is ask pointless questions." If she was passionate she probably would have stored away but she simply bowed before taking her leave. She needed to help Jamil prepare for a feast.

Vil sighed heavily. He didn't stand a chance against a woman who is already taken.

But he could certainly prove her wrong.

Vil Schoenheit is not just "Okay"

Just as he thought this a large shadow hovered over him. He had forgotten. Kokoro.

"Vil-sama. Do you mind telling me why you thought it was a good idea to corner Yuu like that?" The giant Oni crossed her arms and stared down at Vil choosing to forgo her usual stance.

"I meant no harm. I just wanted to know more about Eastern fashion." Vil brushed off the daggers being glared at him.

Kokoro sharpened her glare and narrowed her eyes before smiling smugly.

"You like her. Don't you Vil-sama?" She couldn't hold back the uproarious laughter that came out.

Vil could feel his face turning red as tried to get her to shut up.

When Kokoro finally finished she spoke again.

"If you really are that curious I'll give you a tip. Yuu as much as I love her is very traditional. It's got to be by the book. She likes Wuxian clothes and those who respect them. But if you ask me Vil, don't just change to make her happy. Be yourself." With that Kokoro left in the direction Yuu went.

He returned to his dorm to research the traditional styles she adored so much to find something she couldn't deny looked good on him.

Vil learned that she was right about his hair. The robes he wore suited him but these looked better with longer hair. So she was right about one thing. But apparently shorter hair was not uncommon and there were styles that suited it.

Moreover, he learned about Yuu's culture and why she was so strict with her behavior and talk. Her land was very closed off to anything that wasn't the norm and Vil was certainly not the norm. Her beauty standards were marked in stone, written for her.

She was right, her emperor's beauty is a fact. But she would benefit from an example of the value of foreign beauty.

He plotted out an outfit that he would use to gain her attention. One to emulate what would be traditionally her taste but also suit what he liked.

All he needed now was an event to wear it. Coincidentally there was a flower viewing party being thrown by the cultural club.

Yuu could feel eyes on her.

"Koko are you sure about this hanfu?" Yuu asked as she sat under the cherry tree."It's a bit dark. The guide said it's best to wear light colors."

Yuu liked the violet color but it might be inappropriate for a girl.

"It's fine. Just one of those old-fashioned rules. It's not even a real rule. We can wear whatever we like. You're more strict then Riddle." Kokoro shrugged.

"I'm not strict, I'm just dissa-dissapined." Yuu fumbled at the last word.

"Disciplined, you almost had it." Kokoro smiled with amusement. It's easy to forget that this was her second language, but her mess-ups were so rare these days.

"Disciplined! Gha!" Yuu pouted in frustration. The uncharacteristic outburst was unlike her, at least for people who don't know her.

Yuu glances across the garden and sees Jamil looking at her with a worried expression. He made a hand motion to calm down and take a breath.

Yuu follows his instruction before talking to Kokoro again.

"If you want to talk about strict talk to Riddle. He's not exactly enthusiastic about your dress right now." Yuu said pointing at the red-faced warden.

"Tsk, guess I have to talk him down. Thought sending Ace and Deuce would distract him would help." The Oni sighed before going to pacify her dorm leader. "Don't miss me too much."

Yuu huffed in annoyance while watching the 8-foot woman somehow waltz away. Everyone seemed to be having fun and thankfully not trying to approach. People usually stayed away when Kokoro was around. When she was gone though...Yuu was never left alone. Constant gawking and question asking.

The Vil guy was no different. He had no decency. Someone that thinks of her as exotic and asks asinine questions. Why ask her when he can look it up for himself?

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. There he was. Vil Schoenheit, wearing his rendition of a hanfu. Deep purple and black silk robes.

She found the outfit acceptable.

"Well?" He asked sauntering up to her and asking as though he already knew her response.

So presumptuous as always.

Yuu couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles. A few people noticed as she reflexively grabbed for her lilac fan. She quickly covered her face. She couldn't let herself be seen like this.

Vil felt the bitter sting of humiliation a Yuu blatantly laughed in his face but he also felt a warm bubble sensation in his chest. He had never heard her laugh. She was a straight faced and serious girl who couldn't even crack a smile. But she was laughing. It was a pretty laugh. One he'd want to record and play over and over. One he wanted to use as an example of the perfect laugh for auditions. Her smile was just the match.

"What's so funny?" He couldn't help but smile back as he pulled the face from her face.

Yuu cackled helplessly as she covered her mouth with her hand as she shied away. People were looking, how embarrassing.

"Sorry! Sorry! It's just *snort* you-you!" She tried to speak "You do look strange. Like I said."

Vil's face fell.

He remembered that this was currently at his expense no matter how cute she sounded.

"You hate it, don't you." His disappointment seemed to snap Yuu out of her fit.

"NO! I mean no. It's just that you do look different. I don't dislike it. The color suits you. It is just not something I've ever imagined you in. So seeing it is different for me. But the way you so boldly walked right up to me was shocking. People don't usually approach like that." Yuu assured him.

"No, what you imagined? Tell me, what do you imagine me in?" Vil asked teasingly.

"Not much." She slipped before turning red "I MEAN, I DONT IMAGINE YOU MUCH AT ALL. ANYTING, NOTH. NO! NOT!"

Yuu yelled spasticity as she fumbled her English.

Vil had found a new joy. While he normally doesn't tease or mock he found flustering eastern girl entertaining.

"So you think I look good? Better than okay?" Vil asked smugly.

"I guess some people would call your current appearance dashing. Maybe even princely." Yuu huffed reluctantly. " In my opinion you still need a bit of work. A few touch ups."

Vil could hardly take the blushing girl's word for it anymore. She wasn't being completely honest as she clearly did like what she saw.

"Is that so? Then you must give me your advice then." Vil held out his arm for her to hold. "Regardless, I think we mack quite the pair right now as is."

Yuu smiled behind her fan as she linked onto Vil's offered arm.

"I expect you to behave as my escort. Try to be as dashing as you appear." Yuu had an image too.

"Naturally."

I had to rewrite this twifinished. tumblr deleted all my progress. It's a bit muddled but it's finished.

Special thanks to @zomchan69

Oc: Kokoro Onizaki

#twisted wonderland #Kokoro Onizaki #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twst yuu #twst mc #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #vil twisted wonderland #twst vil #twisted wonderland vil

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wordsinhaled · 1 year

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have some of the WIP of my dreamling messy meetings AU, inspired by @valeriianz - who posited that dream & hob need more meet-uglies! valid!

in this AU, morpheus is hob's neighbor AND... surprise... also the guy who regularly steals hob's favorite table at the pub. they start up a game where they decide who gets the table each time they're both there by presenting each other with increasingly obscure words, and whoever can't define the word without the use of a dictionary has to give up the table for the night (i don't know, this just seems very on brand for them). etc, etc.

pining, vocabulary, gin & tonic, piano sonatas, frustrated romcom... that sort of thing. :)

Hob’s got this neighbor, you see. A neighbor he’s never actually seen, except silhouetted indistinctly behind window-curtains in the evenings, but who has a habit of always playing the piano at odd hours; and does he not realize other people actually live and have proper Circadian rhythms within a certain radius of him? Don’t misunderstand—Rachmaninoff is lovely, truly, it’s just Hob would really adore what is apparently the privilege of being able to sleep a full night, occasionally, like regular folk who aren’t blessed with virtuosic skill and perfect pitch.

Incidentally, Hob and Morpheus like to frequent the New Inn on the same days and evenings.

Or, it would be more accurate to say that Hob often patronizes the pub at the same hours as “the stranger at the pub, bit of a prat really,” which is how Hob is forced to think of him the first time he resolutely refuses to get up from Hob’s favorite seat in the house. Eventually, he becomes just “the stranger at the pub,” because he keeps turning up and haunting the place like a particularly picturesque wraith, and he’s also obstinate about not giving Hob a proper name to call him.

One day, in Hob’s mind, he somehow transmutes into “the handsome stranger at the pub,” and that’s—well. Hob doesn’t know quite how that happens.

Even more recently, he’s been occupying Hob’s thoughts as “his handsome stranger,” despite Hob not having any right or any grounds to make any sort of claim on him at all.

It’s all because of their game, Hob supposes.

Morpheus had been the one to come up with it, this odd little way of deciding who gets the prized table by the window.

Well. Rather more precisely, as far as Hob is concerned, the person who masterminded their little arrangement was “this bloke at the pub, Gwennie, obnoxious like you wouldn’t believe, sitting in my spot, where, mind you, I’ve sat and done my marking for five bloody years straight and everyone knows it—except him, no, not Mister ‘I’ll Sit Anywhere I Like,’ who’s got zero concept—none!—of the joy of coming to your favorite pub of an evening, and knowing your favorite table is free, and using your favorite pen to mark exams while having a pint of your favorite ale. I mean, the audacity of—”

But much to Hob’s chagrin, at this juncture his head of department had walked into the staffroom, Gwen had looked at him a bit pityingly, and he had had to rein in the rest of his bluster.

She should pity him, he’d thought; the things he had to live with! Bach’s Goldberg Variations, expertly though his elusive neighbor might execute them at three in the morning, were rapidly becoming Hob’s sworn enemies. And now there was this stranger, who had draped himself over Hob’s banquette as if he owned it and, smirking up at him, had said blithely, “I see plenty of other tables empty at this pub tonight.”

“Yes, but,” Hob had said, depositing his messenger bag on the chair opposite, undeterred, “this one is mine.”

“Oh?” The man flicked his eyes away from Hob, down to the table’s surface, which was nicked and worn, scored with generations of drunken mementos: etched messages, crude symbols, lovers’ initials united with plus signs and corralled by hearts. “Will I find your name here, then?”

#THERE'S MORE BUT IT'S FROM THE END so i am still working on it and can't post it because... it is the culmination asdhfhg #the sandman #dreamling

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mamawasatesttube · 5 months

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hey I sent another person this ask but I GOTTA know your opinion on this. do you think Kon would call Jon + Kara weird mash-up terms (and vise versa) on purpose to be funny and confusing to outside people because of the whole nontraditional family ties thing. like

"hello brother-uncle Kon how are you" "I'm good nephew-bro Jon I just visited our cousin-aunt Kara she says hi" and Clark is just standing there like "you two *please* keep it down I don't want people actually thinking our family is the product of incest"

if anyone i think jon would be the one getting a kick out of that moreso than kon. it feels to me like the ongoing bit a kid would do just to get a rise out of their parent lkdfjs

like to me i guess kon's just straight up Not labeling most of his relationships. there's no brother-dad-uncle-cousin-guy in his life, there's just clark. ma isn't "mom" OR "grandma" she's just ma. lois isn't any sort of mom or stepmom or sister-in-law she's just lois. jon himself is kind of the exception bc kon points at him and goes "baby brother. my baby now" but i think that's about the Only one who gets a label that isn't just. them. you ask him what he and clark call each other and he just goes uh... he's just? kal-el? and then gives you a weird look bc why does it matter. kara gets simply "cousin" bc that can be vague and general enough it doesn't imply any specific relationship.

but also not to overthink a joke ask but that DOES also have me pondering the way "conner kent" has to define his relationships to outsiders. if jon's his little brother, people will assume he's clark's son. which he doesn't really like, but at the same time, they definitely have a strong resemblance (haha, #justclonethings, amirite fellas?) and clark's adopted, so it's hard to say they're just brothers or cousins as opposed to the story people assume, which is he's the product of some sort of teenage fling clark had. i don't think kon likes this story at all, but it's probably the most convenient, secret identity-wise. hmm... much to ponder.

#answers #barbitchian #like i think kon takes the idea of clark as his actual dad and just. NOPE. NO WAY. its the best cover story theyve got tho #so he just grits his teeth and grins and bears it #but i Don't think he likes it. it's Not what they are to each other #but it's quite hard to just be like ''oh btw. we're biologically brothers. uh... nope no idea who our shared parents are tho''#''i just kind of spawned from the aether at age 15 don't worry about it''

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hello! do you have any tips on how to make a character sympathetic without woobifying them? I’m always amazed at how you balance it in your writing but I have trouble pinpointing exactly how you do it. I love love love your Maul! He is still an a hole but an interesting one.

I think, for me, it's definitely a balance of how the character views/reacts to themselves and how other people view and react to them.

Personally, the problem I have with woobified characters is that the whole story centers around their being a woobie; there's nothing else to even things out. They're sorry for themselves and everyone else (except for the cardboard cutout Bad Guys) is sorry for them too. There's no variation in the reactions. The story is about the state of being a woobie and the focus never shifts.

Like, in a story that's just whump, you have different edges of a character that come out. Different characters play off each other differently, and the story isn't solely about the whump, it's about people in a situation reacting to it.

Taking Maul as the example, if I wanted to woobify him (blergh), I'd make him very sad about what's happened to him and Very Sorry and Very Hurt and those would be his defining characteristics throughout the story. Everyone on the Good Side would act on the fact that he was Sad and Sorry and Hurt, even if they had legitimate reasons to have reservations and/or their characters would usually lead them to be otherwise. Very quickly, the story devolves into a bunch of props and Sad Maul in the center, who's the only actual character in the story even if he's OOC. All the others are just props holding up the Sad Sorry Hurt persona and justifying it.

But. If I just wanted to write whump with Maul, even if he was Sad about the past, I wouldn't make that the absolute center of the story. I'd have the sadness come up in flashes, or be something Maul denies (because it's Maul), and turn it into a thread that has to be followed through the story, with other events pushing that thread along. And the characters around Maul would be their own people with their own varied reactions, and none of them would focus on Maul's manpain to the exclusion of their own characters, if that makes sense.

When I'm writing I try to like. always keep in mind that no one is in a supporting role in their own mind - every story that intersects with the one I'm trying to tell has its own main character, and they're all going to have complicated and layered reactions, and reasons for those reactions. With woobified characters, there's only one character in the whole fic, and all the others are flat and uninteresting.

Here's another example: He goes to the clones because he regrets what he's done. In a woobified Maul story, everyone finds out about Maul's abuse at Sidious's hands, and everyone is horrified and immediately on Maul's side and overprotective about it. Everyone believes him, and those who don't the narrative points out as explicitly wrong because of the way everyone reacts to them not believing him. The story is morally flat. The most impactful thing that happens is people learning a fact.

In a non-woobified Maul story, let's say Maul still goes to the clones because he regrets what he's done. One way to write it would be to start with Maul's past a secret, and have the narrative build towards the fact of the abuse coming out. Along the way, there are multiple people reacting to Maul in different ways that make sense for their characters. Rex is wary but willing to have faith. Cody is suspicious and keeps his distance. Echo suspects a trap and keeps digging to try and find it. Fives jokes around and acts friendly but thinks that Maul might have a reason and wants to know what. Maul reacts differently to each of them, and he's an active participant in the narrative, because he's making choices, hiding information, revealing bits of it, and moving the story forward with his decisions.

And, as events of the story progress (Sidious attempts to have Maul assassinated before they can reach Coruscant, or something - basically anything that doesn't make the reveal of the past the main point of the story), people's minds change. They develop connections that change their reactions. Maul's backstory unfolds piece by piece, and the act of revealing the tragedy, not the tragedy itself, becomes the point of the story. An action, not a fact. The characters and their reactions drive the story, and instead of focusing on how sad Maul is about his backstory, you have a story about him overcoming it.

Idk if any of that makes sense, but that's how I tend to approach that kind of thing.

#writing advice #kat answers

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Hello!

Um, I'd like to ask you a little about making Filipino ocs as a non-Filipino. I want to know what you recommend researching as well as what I should avoid. If you could point me in the right direction, it would be really nice and I'd appriciate it very much :)

Thank you for your time and take care of yourself!

Hello! Sorry for not answering this right away, life has been hectic, and this question made me pause for a bit to think. Mostly because I'm not really sure how to answer it haha

I'm filipino, so writing my filipino ocs are in some ways an extension of writing about myself and my own experiences. That being said, their pinoy background informs who they are as characters, but a lot of what they do when I draw them isn't necessarily defined by their filipino-ness, if that makes sense. Sometimes it is--when tackling things like language and tradition and history, it's definitely highlighted, but otherwise it's, like I said, informed vs defined.

I think apart from the usual "Be respectful and sensitive!" advice that'd be given about this sort of stuff, I guess any potential answer depends on what your intention is! There's a lot of different experiences to look at or consider.

Is this character born and raised in the Philippines? Or are they part of the diaspora? Their relationship to their culture can be different based on this. What time period do they live in? What part of the Philippines are they from? Are they indigenous? Is this a fantastical world?

I guess, is there anything to highlight? Why do you want the character to be filipino? ('representation' and 'i think they're cool' are totally acceptable answers, just something you need to think about).

There are broadstrokes 'cultural' traits you could draw from (gregarious, respectful towards elders, importance of family, friendly, hospitable, "Filipino Time" lol etc) but those will differ from person to person, as most things do. There are common gestures and traditions, nicknames and experiences, there's honestly quite a lot.

It's not easy for me to point you in a concrete direction because my characters are organic to my own experiences, except for when I was writing things in a historical context (like reading into Filipinos in American History). I guess finding media showing filipino life (movies or youtube videos, people make so many youtube videos about their experiences, both everyday and otherwise) or seeking out other filipino artists and storytellers, or even just filipino figures you can learn about.

(...A terrible part of me wants to say that if you can find a joke list saying "you know you're filipino when..." then you can learn a lot about the humor and also those 'generic experiences' of the culture haha. "You know you're filipino when you point with your lips instead of your fingers/you play basketball in flip flops/you can't tell the difference between an actual aunt/uncle or a 'close family friend.'" You don't want to work entirely off of those stereotypes, because you'll just end up with, well, a stereotype, but those are commonalities in the details.)

I'm sorry I couldn't be more helpful. It's just a very broad question that I haven't had to think about much myself. I'm glad you're interested in making filipino characters though! There are a lot more of us out there than people recognize, and we don't get represented much outside of the Philippines itself, so it's nice to be seen.

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hello! because i am completely delusional (and i've also had a six of crows/percy jackson crossover idea in my mind for the last month), here i'll recount why i think kaz brekker and luke castellan are somewhat similar, and the parallels between them.

first of all, if you are watching the percy jackson & the olympians tv show and haven't read the books or gotten spoiled, stop reading because this post will contain spoilers for the books. and obviously, spoilers for the six of crows duology.

before i start, i'd like to say that i haven't actually read the percy jackson books, but i have seen enough spoilers and read luke's fandom wiki to somewhat know what i'm talking about, but if you feel that i'm mistaking luke's characterization, please feel free to point it out. so without much further ado, let's begin :)

the main point that i feel begins this madness of a comparison is that kaz would, at least in my opinion, absolutely be a child of hermes if he existed in the riordanverse. why? hermes is the god of boundaries, travelers, thieves, commerce, cunning, wit, and politics: all except the first two and the last encapsulate the various parts of kaz's character pretty well, and it could be argued that kaz is good at politics, given how much of crooked kingdom revolves around them, and kaz was technically a traveler when he first arrived in ketterdam with jordie, up until he crawled out of the harbour and made the city his home. the boundaries part could be related to how kaz crossed the line of morality & co when he became kaz brekker but i feel like i'm stretching it too far so i'll leave it at that. hermes is also the psychopomp who helps guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife, which means leading them to charon and the acharon/styx; kaz has a special connection (i.e. trauma) to water and death, with how he nearly died in the reaper's barge surrounded by corpses and then used jordie's corpse as a lifeboat to the ketterdam harbour, so it could be taken as a psychopomp-related theme about him? as a plus, almost all of kaz's schemes include sneaky stuff like trickery, lying and crime, so that's why i think he can be compared more to hermes rather than athena as i've commonly seen. and even though i doubt luke would be thrilled about it, he also is pretty similar to hermes.

kaz and luke, as people, have made it their lives' mission to get revenge against those who have wronged them (pekka rollins and the olympians) to the point that that thirst for revenge and the traumas that led to them have defined them as people, plus it has caused them to put in danger (without meaning to or not) the people they care about/set out to protect: kaz completely screwed up the plan to get out of the ice court because he went rogue and went looking for rollins, and later didn't take into account that rollins could be working with van eck and they all nearly died, and luke harmed a lot of demigods + annabeth and thalia, even though he wanted things to be better for them, which was obviously not what kronos was planning to do once he disposed of olympus, all because he was blind with rage at how the gods didn't move a finger to help their children in their inherently dangerous lives that they didn't ask for.

i want to point out their disrespect for authority for a bit; it's a theme in both sagas (at least from my understanding it is) how authority figures disregard children's suffering, from how the previously mentioned olympians + the titans don't really care about demigods, who are just children and in constant danger because monsters or they're sent into quests for the gods and die, and ketterdam... it is straight-up corrupt and pretty bad. anyways, what i'm trying to say is that luke and kaz are both byproducts of the societies they've been discarded by. i once saw a post that called luke what every demigod could become under the right circumstances, a nobody in the cabin of nobodies, and irrelevant enough to go unnoticed but smart enough to almost topple olympus (i don't remember the exact words they used but i'm pretty sure it's something like this), and this is what kaz is: just one of the tons of kids that get scammed and eaten whole by ketterdam, but smart enough to rise to the top and take revenge for what was done to him.

however, this is where their differences start to appear, because luke definitely had an altruistic goal when he meant for demigods to get actually noticed by the gods, but he was a radical and his hatred + kronos' manipulations turned him into something worse. sure, he had their well-being in mind, though it didn't exactly look like it when he let kronos possess him and started a war that killed lots of demigods, or when he blackmailed silena into being a spy and allowed for annabeth to hold the literal sky, but in the end he did make the right choice. kaz, on the other hand, only had revenge for himself and his brother in mind, and all the things he did to get on the road that would allow him that were terrible and of his own choice and doing. was cheating, scamming, conning, murdering, maiming, stealing and a lot else i don't remember crucial to get revenge on the man that ruined his life, even though it was very destructive for ketterdam and for kaz himself, and considering jordie would have urged him to get away from the city and make a better life for himself? it was to get revenge, but it's not like he would die from not doing it, and though turning himself into a ''monster'' was vital to his safety and life, that was his choice—he chose to be dirtyhands. luke also chose to revive kronos and go to war against olympus, but kronos also manipulated and mentally tortured luke, so not everything was a 100% on him. for kronos' sake, luke chose to become more ruthless and cruel, while kaz chose to be that for his reputation and his revenge. nonetheless, luke still is a backstabber and traitor to his friends and family, and sure, kaz's a bastard, but he always looked after the crows and didn't mean them harm. there's also the fact that luke only got out of the deep ass vengeance cave he was in when he sacrificed himself to kill kronos and told percy to not let what happened to him and ethan happen again, while kaz got his revenge + got retribution for all of the crows and then helps inej take down the slavers and pleasure houses.

(also, getting the olympians locked up in tartarus sounds like a good revenge plan, but telling the man who ruined your life that you buried his son alive and not telling him where he is until he remembers your dead brother's name, all while all you're telling's him a bluff? disturbing, yes, and that they both came to do that is just sad, but it doesn't stop kaz's scene from being iconic. anyways back to business).

kaz and luke had undeniably fucked up childhoods, but i'd like to point out what they did after The Thing happened. kaz lived on the streets and had to steal and do stuff to survive while looking for hertzoon, found him as the king of the barrel and then joined the dregs and started to create his reputation for safety and for revenge, and much later met his friends. luke had a lot of Things, so i'll go over them briefly. after he ran away from his crazy mother he lived on the streets and had to learn how to fight monsters, then met thalia and later annabeth and took care of them as family. after he met his father, he was angry and picked fights with monsters which equals danger for all. after thalia was turned into a tree by zeus, he resented the olympians even more & grieved for his friend. after he got sent into the quest by hermes and got his scar, he was furious that they denied him the chance to get glory by doing something already done and his resentment got worse, and that's when kronos slipped into his mind & everything went to hell. now, you may be wondering where the hell i'm going with this, to which i present you how they both chose the destructive path, but while luke got from good to bad to worse to good at the very last moment, kaz got from bad to worse to kinda good to his crew and to inej. basically, kaz found people who stuck with him and he in turn stuck with them, while luke completely alienated everyone, then betrayed them and lost them. however, it could be noted that the crows are outcasts so it makes sense they'd stick together, while luke's friends and family likely wouldn't agree to betray the olympians because they're their parents and they want to be loved by them, so there's no way they'd join kronos, so yeah, they had different people around them.

in conclusion, kaz and luke both got into a path of revenge that led to lots of bad things for both ketterdam and camp half-blood, kaz found people who stuck with him and decided to get better while luke nearly burned everything to the ground, then realised what he'd done to the people he claimed to protect and made the right choice. so yeah, this got way longer than i expected and i definitely have a thing for grey morality, and these two were children who didn't deserve the tragedy that befell them. i can't wait to see how they adapt luke in the show and hope that the six of crows spin-off gets saved so we can see the crows again! hope you enjoyed my very long ranting :)

#i listened to what the water gave me in a loop while writing this #do with that knowledge what you will #kaz brekker #luke castellan #six of crows #crooked kingdom #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv spoilers #pjo spoilers #shadow and bone #save shadow and bone #six of crows spinoff #third army #grishaverse

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could you possibly write something similar to your ‘drowning’ but with wanda? she’s my cc and i just kinda need some comfort right now. don’t worry if not :)

Strong

Word Count: 1.1k

Notes: Comfort & Fluff, Feelings of inadequacy

An: I know it's a bit late. Hope this helps you 🖤

Drowning ( Kate Bishop) | Masterlist

You were supposed to be strong. It was one of your defining character traits. You took pride in your strength, which is why you didn't like to let people see you at your weakest.

Currently, you were there.

You had failed a solo mission. They thought it was going to be a simple extraction, but turns out the enemies were expecting it. So it was you against all of them.

You fought until you couldn't fight anymore. You fought like if you didn't you'd die. By the time backup came, you were unconscious.

People were dead. Old, young, women, children; all dead because of you. At least that's how you felt. You had to leave the tower, your friends would try to comfort you, and you felt as though you didn't deserve it.

Thor could've done it, Wanda could've, Tony, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, hell probably even Clint, but you failed. You had innocent blood on your hands and that broke you internally. In your mind, there was no one to blame, but yourself.

You had been glued to the couch in your rarely used apartment. The last time you moved, being a mystery to yourself. The days bled into each other. The first few days, your phone rang relentlessly, but you never answered. It would probably still be ringing now if you didn't let it die.

There was a loud knocking on your door that brought you out of your head. You planned to ignore it.

" Don't you dare leave me standing out here all day, Y/n," Wanda's voice was muffled from the other side of the door, but still very recognizable.

You were reluctant to get off of the couch, but you couldn't leave her outside. All of your bones cracked as you got up from the couch. Your feet dragged on your way to the door.

You turned the lock and made your way back to the couch. Wanda let herself in, following after you. The apartment was cleaner than she expected. It looked as though nothing had been touched.

" I came to check on you."

" I'm fine," your response was short.

Wanda's eyes stayed on your figure," I brought you some food."

" Not hungry."

Wanda tried again," It's homemade. It's one of my favorites from Sokovia."

You relented a bit," You made it for me?"

The red head nodded," I did."

That's all it took for you to make your way to your dining table. Wanda sat the plate in front of you. After the first bite, you began devouring the food. You were uncertain when the last time you ate was, but you did know the food was delicious, and you were starving.

" You haven't been eating," Wanda spoke like it was a fact.

You were going to dispute it, but she had more to say," Or showering. Have you even moved from the couch?"

You stared down at the empty plate of food," It's great to see you too, Wanda."

" Stop deflecting and come on," she took your hand, dragging you away from the table.

She brought you into the master bedroom that you had yet to sleep in. You watched as she pulled out some pajamas from your drawers. She shoved them in your arms," Go shower."

" But-"

" No buts, Y/n. Except your butt in the shower."

Against every fiber of will in your body, you went into the master bathroom. The shower felt huge when you stepped inside. Almost as if it was going to swallow you whole. When the water touched your skin, you let out a heavy sigh. You needed this.

When you got out of the shower, you slipped on the pajamas and made your way back into the room. Wanda was in your bed, wearing your pajamas, watching something on the tv.

" So I take it you aren't leaving?"

She shook her head," Not a chance. Now, come get in the bed."

When your back hit the mattress, your body was grateful. The material was much more pleasant than the couch.

Once you were in the bed, Wanda moved closer to you and her hand rested on yours. You didn't intend for it to happen, but your head landed in her lap. Her other hand ran through your hair, soothing your worries.

" Talk to me, Y/n."

You let out a large breath," What do you want me to say? I failed everyone. People died because of me, Wanda."

" People died because of the bad guys. They died because the intel we had was wrong. Sending you on that mission by yourself was a mistake, but not because of your capabilities. It was too much pressure," she explained what you already knew deep down.

" You could've saved everyone," you muttered in her lap.

" I have powers, which aren't always reliable. I would've done the same thing you did; my best."

" I just-fuck," you felt the tears streaming down your cheeks. You tried to angrily wipe the tears, but Wanda stopped you.

She gently wiped them from your face, which made you cry even more. She repositioned your body so that she could hold you. Your head was buried in her chest and her arms were holding you in place.

" I'm supposed to be strong," it was a sob escaping your lips.

Wanda moved, so she could be face to face with you," Detka, you are strong. The strongest person I know."

" I failed those people, and all I want to do is sit here and cry about it. I've tried so hard not to cry, but it just hurts."

" It's ok to cry. It's ok to mourn them. You are allowed to feel, Y/n. Your emotions don't make you weak, they make you human."

You rest your forehead against hers, causing her breath to hitch," You always know what to say."

Your eyes were closed, but Wanda's searched every inch of your features," I think I just know you."

" Or you've been reading my thoughts."

Wanda smiles," Maybe I have."

" What am I thinking right now?"

That's when Wanda couldn't take it anymore. Her lips surged forward, capturing yours. Her lips were gentle as they melded with yours. They felt delicate against your slightly chapped lips. She didn't care, she just wanted to keep kissing you.

" You were thinking about kissing me," she spoke breathlessly after her lips detangled from yours.

" I guess you were thinking the same thing," your smile was plastered widely across your face.

" I have been for a while now," she blushed and turned to look away from you.

You snuggled into her further," Thank you for coming. I needed it, I needed you."

" I'll always be there when you need me Detka," she kissed the top of your head.

You let out a relaxed sigh and mumbled against the skin of her neck," Don't tell the other's that I'm a softie."

Wanda chuckled," I'll tell them you're my softie."

" I guess that doesn't sound too bad," your eyes began to drift close and you let out a large yawn.

Once your breathing was steady Wanda placed a soft kiss on your neck," My big softie."

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