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God, so I'm rewatching the Deathstalker fight right? And I'm just noticing how brave Jaune is??? Like, it's not much and maybe I'm reading too much into it but Jaune's little "Man, we gotta get over there! They need help!" line just tells you so much about him like??? Even though he is well aware that he isn't the best of fighters, he's still so willing to throw himself against this GIANT fucking scorpion monster. It's making me emotional.

I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT YOU *GET* ME!!!!! like he literally JUST SAID "run and live! thats an idea i can get behind" but the SECOND it looks like these other students- because really only ruby is his FRIEND the rest are just his fellow students theyre not even on teams yet- he immediately, *instinctively* wants to protect them and THAT is the core of jaune arc. he just wants to help people. he just wants to protect his friends.

hes TERRIFIED in this moment, by far the weakest member, but he has HEART. people act like him cheating into beacon is something to hold against him but like. this isnt a college or academics course, where hes taking up a spot that could go to someone more deserving, this is a HUNTSMAN academy and to me (and to ozpin i reckon) that willingness to throw yourself on the line for your fellow people? that willingness to take risks just to do some good in this world? that drive to protect people from monsters?? those are all qualities that the best hunters should have; skill with a weapon, control of your semblance? those are all things you can be taught. that drive to help strangers despite the odds cannot

ozpin let ruby in for the same reasons, not just because she can swing a scythe, but because she had that simple soul that makes her a great huntsman. and im willing to bet he saw the same in jaune

i love jaune and i wish people would give him the same chance they give everyone else because genuinely, like a lot of characters, if you look beneath the terrible writing and the surface level propaganda, theres something really interesting and compelling to be discovered :')

oh no its daddy

some au ramblings under the cut ig since this design was the foundation to my entire kingdom story

so sir dadadoo was originally designed by the kindergarten to be a baronet, hence the sir, but while the employees were still brainstorming a design for the king the queen ended up falling for him. less work for them so whatever, they didnt care and went along with dadadoo wanting more heart-themed things in his wardrobe to match his gf. in turn she probably has diamonds on her aswell since i decided to to give them a couple themed things around the kingdom and them, so dadadoo is a deep blue purple while bouncelia is a pink and scarlet purple, shes hearts and hes diamonds, and i might make him lilies while shes roses or something

the underground kingdom really was like a full on kingdom, with plenty of mascots just for that section alone, and since all the mascots ended up being fully sentient, this ended up in them essentially creating an actual government, a small country of clay mutants laying beneath what appeared to be a small one-story kindergarten. and the higher-ups of said kindergarten werent even sure whether or not to keep the damn things, because sure, they spent a lot of money playing god and bringing beings to life with potentially illegal chemicals only they know about, but also, that freaky (but well dressed) leech seems to be planning a rebellion against us for our crimes against humanity and horrific torturous experiments against innocent creatures, brought to life in a painful existence that was never intended to be

but the scientists had already seen bouncelias pouches capabilities to hold measures far larger than it appears, and even the ability to keep in what wanted out. bouncelia was on board with the plan just like dadadoo, but she was easier to threaten. and the moment dadadoo wasnt looking they did so, telling her to either lock up her partner and children or have them and her killed, along with anyone else in the kingdom that was on board with it

she and her subjects just had to be silent about any such rebellion from now on, and to ignore the absence of what was once a prominent figure within their hierarchy. it was unlikely theyd bother with a king after all the uncooperative subjects, and chances were slim the kingdom could be moved upstairs no matter if the remaining mascots played nice or not. but whatever, corporate can just deal with it after bring a friend day and nothing will go wrong between now and then.

when the crash happened, everyone in the kingdom either snapped and attacked everyone around them, or was chased off by the former. the jester had been going downhill for ages now, and had to be sent off by queen herself for thoughts of treason. and then some lady comes in from the surface and is suddenly faced with a bunch of royal drama shes not involved in at all

i kinda want to make the contrast more blatant in the au, like yes deep underneath the kindergarten theres some knockoff shakespeare shit going on that this mom is NOT involved with and she knows shes not involved with it and dadadoo doesnt even care but this is one of the things shes got to go through to get her damn kid. whatever dilf leech its another tuesday ig

bouncelia and dadadoos relationship kinda zigzags, as theyre very close up until she has to lock him away (which is either a stasis or a vague eternity where he has lots of time to simmer and brew in angst, jurys still out on which is cooler/more plot relevant) and then bouncelia spends a lot of time without him, during which she kind of drifts away from the rebellion and realizes how dangerous it is. but once dadadoo is free again she suddenly has to come to terms with a lot of different emotions, and dadadoo is quite the charmer, he'll have no problem getting his heartbroken ex back on his side -- both because he really does love her, and because shes a direct gateway to power. whether or not the rebellion or kingdom even matters anymore now that everyones dead doesnt matter to dadadoo, hes oblivious to it thanks to his time in the pouch. just an egotistical man fighting over old grudges to become the king he was once betrothed to be

I love felicia. Why is she written like that. How is she so badly and well written simultaneously. I hate it. I hate her. Its bad. Its good. Why did they make her sleep with noir. Why is she reduced to an object. She's so much more than this and I know it. She's more than her relationships with men. But also they're so vital to her in ways no one understands. I'm crazy about her.

felica is unknowable. she is an enigma but ive been itching to talk about her.

There's a lot about her that I do really like! She has great bones for a complex character and if there was more source material I feel like she could have had more time to be understood and explored.

I really really wish that there was another woman present she could have riffed with. Spider noir is a man-fest which makes her really man-centric because thats all she's got to work with. Its a huge disservice! I do understand that nightclub life and working with powerful NY politicians and criminals will lend itself towards men, but come on now. Easy spot to throw Gwen into (fanfics love to do it lol), or even swapping the gender of someone else like they did with Jean DeWolfe.

I love that she runs a speakeasy which lets her get right in the middle of soo much information. And historically this can pull really well from 1920s hostesses.

In fact, one of the most highly developed skills of nightclub hostesses in New York was their ability to fleece unsuspecting customers. Trained by their bosses "to get as much information as possible from prospective suckers regarding their bank accounts and business," hostesses come on to male patrons with the express goal of "mounting the check." "After enough money is spent," one hostess recounted [...], the goal is to get "the sucker drunk and the works [will] follow." (Dry Manhattan)

[at high end speakeasies] these hostesses earned tips and commissions on the checks they mounted, often as much as one-third of the total, which could bring them from $150 to $400 a week. (Dry Manhattan)

And this was during a time when the average yearly income was $3,269.40. I could totally see her finding her way like that in the early 20s before opening up a place for herself w/ all that money. The only shitty part is it makes her an accessory to men, plus w most of the story being told from Peter's POV we aren't privy to her thoughts. I think because she's basically the only woman with agency that her narrative relationship with men is so bad tasting.

Her character has so much beneath the surface. She knows everything about everyone!! and we never get to see it because she's jaded and secretive and doesn't trust anyone like that, especially not a dumbass teenager with a death wish.

AND HER RELATIONSHIP WITH PETER. don't even get me started. 1) WHY? They didn't have to go there. I know I know its a noir trope. As per the BBC the first rule of Film Noir is "A Dame With a Past and a Hero With No Future." And the Spiderman Noir team committed to it. If only they didn't commit so hard to Felica making multiple comments about how much of a kid Peter was after she was introduced as his mentor's ex. There has to be at least like 15yrs of an age difference between them.

but theres also the flip side that the noirverse is obviously fucked. Media doesn't have to be 100% moral and whatnot (especially in a noir setting), but it doesn't mean i have to root for pete and felica as a romantic couple LMFAO. Ive seen people rewrite their relationship as the strangest, oddest, most fucked up dysfunctional family and you know what i'll take that.

even having that aspect of her character being something where its telling of her past/present, where she doesn't know how to separate pete, a (frankly) dangerous person she needs to keep tabs on and know his secrets, from everyone else she works with. She's been so deeply enveloped by her need to keep herself one step ahead, to have physical power over another in any way (the only way) she knows how, that this is the means she resorts to. but of course we dont know any of that because they didn't bother delving into her more. it does make for a dimensional character at the very least. now if only she wasn't the only main woman.. so that character arc doesn't seem so sexist. and if only pete wasnt so fucking young my gooodddd. but thats what we're working with. such is life

for the hermit swap ask game, maybe something with moss xisuma ^-^ think theres some cool directions that could go ^-^

Most players manifested a connection to a mob, so it was a bit of a surprise for Xisuma to wake up after an update and realize he'd become one with the moss.

It suited him, though. The green added some lovely texture and gentleness to his otherwise intimidating armor, and the already beautiful lush caves held an even deeper joy for him. There was nothing quite like sinking a hand, or his whole body, into the thick, verdant green to feel across the whole server, an ever-expanding network that served no purpose other than to exist and be gathered.

(It was also a great way to prank people, lying beneath the surface until another Hermit walked nearby, then popping up to call hello and watch them shriek.)

What was most surprising about the whole thing, though, is that it was helpful. As moss made its way into everyone's builds, so too did Xisuma's awareness, when he spread it out. For the sake of privacy, he avoided his friends' bases when merging with his origin—but when someone had a problem, he could fall into the mound of moss he'd made his bed, seek out the Hermit in question, and come far more prepared than he once would have. If nothing else, it took a lot of stress off his mind, and he would never be annoyed with that.

Yes, the moss suited him well.

(Ask game linked here)

Round 2 Poll:

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William Wisp (Prime Defenders)

(Submitted for Autism, ADHD, Anxiety, Cotard's Syndrome, AVPD, PTSD, OCD, Schizophrenia, Delusional Disorder, OSDD-1b/Plurality, and BPD)

Look at him and tell me he doesn’t have massive anxiety ~ Anxiety

I mean his whole thing is that he is literally dead and alive at the same time. One of the first things introduced about him is how quickly he can make himself go invisible/seem like he doesn’t exist. The autism is just because he’s silly :3 ~ Autism and Cotard’s Syndrome

Just like. Look into his eyes and you'll know. But also don't he's autistic how dare you ~ Autism and Anxiety

- Deep-rooted low self esteem. He’s always felt weird and different, sees himself as inherently wrong, a fuck up and a disappointment. He struggles to even see himself as a person, especially when he was dead. He puts his friends on a pedestal (especially Dakota) and sees himself as someone way beneath them.  - Relatively okay with maintaining some surface level relationships but struggles with expressing his deeper feelings or talking about his past. Always vague and incredibly apologetic, quick to brush past it whenever it comes up.  - Very self-conscious and ashamed of his powers, especially early on. He asks people to look away when he goes into spirit form, and only does it in extreme circumstances. Only comfortable when he’s in the purple morph suit, where he feels like he can be seen as a different person. - When Dakota gives him his heart he immediately feels like he has to dedicate his whole life to making it up to him (literally gets a new complication bc of that). Feels undeserving of kindness or help from others.   - Quick to give up when he isn’t absolutely certain of an outcome. Extreme reluctance to take risks, (avoiding using his powers because he doesn’t trust himself to control them, running and hiding during fights) ~ AVPD (Avoidant Personality Disorder)

Well its been a while since i spedrun pd but what ive picked up is; They wear alot of layers which could be a texture thing or an unbalance to coldness and warmness and that bitch is definitely queer which is more common for autistic/adhd folks since they tend to be less reliant on social norms and thus more open about their sexuality and gender! Another think is in both the designs his hair only goes does to his neck i have autism and my hair HAS to be a specific length or like texture issues and shit and i know in the one shot between season 1 and 2 his hair is different but i refuse to believe that >:( anyway thats all i picked up i probably can think of alot more but these were a few off the top of my head! (i cant find much for the delusional disorder since its only small details but let me hc jeeze >:() ~ Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, and Delusional Disorder

theres one specific monologue that makes me claw at the fences but i cant find it right now. Just know its true because i know everything and i said so ~ OSDD-1b

Rolan Deep (Blood in the Bayou)

(Submitted for PTSD, OCD, Tic disorder and generally neurodivergent)

I’ve only listened to the first episode of BITB but GOODNESS the neurodivergentness this man radiates is ASTOUNDING. he totally has flashbacks to the bodies in the bayou incident or whatever and the fact it got so bad he moved TO THE OTHER END OF THE COUNTRY says a lot. also I love him.  ~ Neurodivergent

Cold-blooded, ruthlessly efficient, and cruel in its methods. These are words that can be applied to an alligator, sizing up its target as it lurks beneath the surface and waits for the perfect opportunity to drag it into the depths. The same words can equally apply to Shuuji’s father, who never stops watching his every move, judging Shuuji for missteps he doesn’t even know he’s making as he tries to live up to unclear and impossible expectations.

Stressed, scared senseless, and operating entirely on adrenaline. These are words that can be applied to somebody attempting to escape from an alligator, desperate for a shred of hope. The same words can equally apply to a participant in a game of capture the flag, where one team’s lone survivor fights for their life in hopes that a singular small success will turn the tides.

Shuuji gets a weird text at the worst possible time. Ryo risks his neck for the sake of the team. There’s alligators.

yeah im not posting the entire fic under the readmore , im not prepared to spend another two hours of trial-and-error on formatting. anyway i have so much to say about digisurvive but im unfortunately not the type to talk about stuff unprompted until im much more confident n comfortable. instead i'll talk about the First Ficwriting Experience Since 2016

ive seen all four endings but i havent done what im calling my Victory Lap playthrough yet. what i mean by Victory Lap is that i got my guys at lvl 80+ and the only real purpose of going thru it all again is to see any early-game missed dialogue and take unnecessarily-meticulous character notes

im not about to claim to be a Blorbo Expert w a PhD or anything but i think ive got a pretty solid understanding of the bulk of the characters and can manage a pretty accurate portrayal . shuuji and ryo are definitely the easiest characters for me to write , and im anticipating that the same will be true for kaito. i cant say for certain tho since i havent explored his voice much yet but im more or less confident that i can do a good job

at first i was like oh god oh fuck i cant write aoi but i thought about it for 2 seconds and it turns out that uhhhhhhhh i was a lot like her when i was a teenager. the insecurities are exactly the same, it is so horrifyingly uncanny. so for me, saki is the one that i find the most difficult to characterize and i love that because it seems so deliberate. this girl DOES NOT want you to perceive her and is doing her best to ensure that you do not notice that she has anything to hide. if you are good at writing saki, i have a lot of respect for your tremendous power

but thankfully sakis presence in this is minimal so i dont have to worry about that just yet. what i AM worried about are my formatting choices. i think theres a lot of potential in fucking around with indentation, typeface, and text placement, so im taking a swing at trying to push it further than i have before. i think it can serve so well to imply when something is happening, what else is happening at the same time, and how it makes the characters feel without having to outright say so. i dont want it looking like a geronimo stilton book tho so i gotta learn to strike a balance lmao

SO much of the way i enjoy character portrayal comes from tone and nonverbal communication, especially really subtle stuff like eye movement and body language. i think it can be so challenging to write that stuff in a way that doesn't feel clunky or encumber the pacing. the thing im practicing right now is saying stuff without saying it, and also trying to improve my imagery & symbolic language. im having a lot of fun with it

mkay im actually late for work so i need to post this damn thing and move on my with my day. thanks for your time!!

The Siren Pt. 4

You woke up to the glow of Siren’s bioluminescence as she gave you a pat on the cheek. “Come on pearl, its time to get up and get back to moving.” You groaned in frustration as you lazily wrapped your arms around Siren, it really felt way too early for you. She held you close and locked lips with you as the bed opened up minimally, allowing water to slowly seep in so you could acclimate to the pressure depths again. Once fully surrounded by water, the bed fully bloomed open and she pulled you up to the surface slowly to allow you some proper time to wake.

Another day, another long swim probably. The weird part is though, that it felt like the entire cove was swimming much faster than they were yesterday. You wondered if sucking the life out of people didn’t just heal them, but also improved their abilities as a whole. Siren did mention something about draining people’s strength, so maybe their strength was turned into the cove’s strength. You pushed the horrific thought away. Sure you’d eventually get numb to the horrors she commits, but you really hoped that you’d be able to keep most of your humanity even when you finally broke.

You swore you saw something, you swore you saw something new and different during the travels. The cove dived beneath the surface and you began to understand why, there were pods of mermaids and other coves each swimming with yours. You did learn that this would be a social event of sorts, but they had never told you exactly how massive it would be. You watched as a few pods split up and joined in with some of the coves, one of the pods even splitting up to join yours. The mermaids that joined your cove were quite social, and one even seemed to know Siren.

“Oh honey! Is this your lover?” You watched as Siren smiled before kissing you, carefully turning you around as she began to glow all over her body. “She is my darling pearl, my one and only. She is the most beautiful pearl in the ocean to me.” You blushed at Siren’s words before it hit you, the two were talking. Your confused look was apparent to the mermaid who went to touch you before her throat was gripped tightly by Siren. “DO. NOT. TOUCH.” Siren let go as the mermaid got some distance, “I’m sorry! She just looked like she had a question.” You felt Siren sigh, “You know how we are with our mates and she’s probably just curious how we’re speaking.”

You felt like you were now breathing air, Siren probably used some magic on you and you guessed now would be the time to test it. “Uh, hello?” You could talk! “Sorry my dear pearl, but we normally save this magic to hold conversations with those that aren’t sirens or are if you’re not a siren.” Okay, so theres a special magic that lets you converse underwater and you’re only just learning about it. You pouted at the fact Siren didn’t want to converse with you this entire time. “I’m sorry pearl, but you have to understand that I had my reasons.” You were absolutely going to give Siren an earful later.

You got to chat up the mermaid and learn a lot from her during your conversation, there was however the one rule she wasn’t allowed within arm’s reach though. Apparently both sides doted on and committed to their mate with the mermaids being more gentle and a lot less murderous. There is also a fairy tale among the mermaids about how the first sirens were created, it was quite interesting to say the least. “So to put it simply, we were once a singular race until a powerful mermaid fell in love with a human, she’d visit the pier every night to meet with her lover and one day she decided she wanted to be with him forever.” You gave a slow nod wondering where this story was about to go.

“The story tells that she loved this human so much that she created a spell specifically to be on land with them. However when she finally pulled it off and went to meet them, she found out they already had another lover. This revelation sent them over the edge as their magic ran wild and they killed everyone except their lover and sank the entire area. Their lover was forced to live with them at the bottom of the sea, because without the mermaid they would be crushed or drowned. Her magical rampage left her in an in-between state of both land and sea, which is where the appearance of sirens currently rests.”

You were wide-eyed at the revelation, Siren was the daughter of a psychotic mermaid that let her magic run wild and stole off with her love? “Its just a fairy tale thought, no mermaid has witnessed that yet with her own eyes… or actually tried it… I haven’t heard of it at least, so maybe it isn’t true!” You honestly doubted it was all false, there is always some truth to stories and the full truth is almost more horrifying. It also meant that the sirens possibly inherited their possessiveness and psychotic yet murderous tendencies from this corrupted mermaid.

“Please, we share a lot more in common than you think. While we often kidnap or steal away our lovers, you aren’t any better. You ‘rescue’ people that are stranded and lost at sea, promising them a better tomorrow just before you drag them into the depths to be your mate.” The mermaid pouted at Siren’s input, “We are rescuing them! They’d die without our intervention!” You were now debating exactly how deluded the races of the ocean were, it felt like they just stole away whoever they felt like. “Also… You’re recently mated, to a siren no less. Am I wrong?”

The mermaid looked at Siren in shock as if she wasn’t expecting Siren to know, or more that she shouldn’t have known yet. “How did you know? I didn’t even mention her yet!” You heard Siren laugh as if the mermaid’s question was amusing. “I felt her death stare when I was gripping your neck. We sirens know when one of our sisters is making silent threats behind our backs. I obviously apologised for touching her property.” You saw a siren come from behind and grope at the mermaid, “Darling you shouldn’t stray from me, come with me now.” You watched as the mermaid looked repentant as she followed after her mate, you probably wouldn’t be allowed a second chat.

Before you was what looked like a coral city, however the other thing you noticed is that the original buildings were being overgrown by kelp and coral. You were certain now, there was some truth to the first siren sinking her lover’s home. Siren took you through the coral city and you got to see different races all rush past you, each with their own aquatic lovers. Elves, Humans, Dwarves, a Harpy? You were surprised you caught sight of the harpy, but it must have some form of agreement with its mate. You began to wonder how deep this city was up until you saw the coral palace, to which your stomach dropped as you thought about Siren being royalty.

The two of you were led into the palace when Siren introduced herself, you had both been given a room to wait in for the apparent queen. “Siren? Are you royalty or something?” Siren looked at you and laughed at the question, “Pearl, no. We’re only friends and I’ve advised her on how to help make this place more accommodating to us and our mates. She believes we should be a combined people who work together and help each other.” You pondered what Siren said for a moment, the aquatics were going to have an actual place to stay on a more permanent basis. You might find yourself stuck here on a more permanent basis.

You watched as a large mermaid of shimmering green and red scales swam into the room, you swore she was twice Siren’s size. “My dear, its so good to see you again! I also see you found a wonderful mate, I hope you two will enjoy a wonderful life together.” Siren smiled and gave a nod to the Queen, “Please, I’m more than content as I am. You also need to eventually settle and get yourself a mate, a queen isn’t youthful forever.” Ah, you were right. The queen eventually moved up into your personal space to look you over, you couldn’t help but look to Siren for guidance but all she did was smile.

“Alright, I’m satisfied. You’ve met your end of the deal by showing off your mate, your home will be close to the palace entrance. Please do tell me when you have children though, I would love to play the role of an aunt or grandmother when you want to spend time alone with your mate.” The queen gave you a sly smile and you swore there was a hint of seriousness in her offer. “Please, you know that we raise children as a people. If you want to have a chance to raise them you’ll have to get in line with my sisters.” Shit, Siren was actually thinking of breeding you if you gave her the go ahead.

It felt like an eternity as the two chatted about what had happened since they last saw each other. It was exhausting and thankfully the two stopped and went their separate ways once they noticed you needed some enrichment. “I’m amazed you didn’t try to kill her when she got close.” You saw a grin spread across Siren’s face and you realised your mistake, she didn’t try because the queen didn’t touch you. “She has an extremely high respect for our people and our bonds, she knows that if she ever thinks about touching you that she’d have to ask first.” You began to wonder if Siren could even kill the queen, but you also wondered about how the queen got so massive.

“You will be learning of the courtship and mating rituals of our species. Before you even begin to wonder, I haven’t done the usual courtship ritual with you yet.” You looked at Siren as you swam beside her, you swore the closest they got to courtship was just kidnapping people. “The courtship is different between two aquatics compared to an aquatic and land dweller, overwhelming you with our mating rituals was not on my list of priorities when I took you. The ritual isn’t complex for us, but it can be made extravagant. For two aquatics, the ritual is extremely intimate as their bodies are intertwined the entire time.”

You thought about what she said about intertwining bodies and realised that it would quite possibly be seen as sex back home. “I’m curious to experience this… mating ritual as you call it. I want to see how intimate and grand you can make it.” Siren’s eyes widened as she smiled in delight, you obviously said the words she wanted to hear. “I’ll mix it up with the full aquatic style then. Many of us prefer to do our courtship rituals during big events like these to show off our claims, but there are those of us who like to do it in privacy. I can teach you and we can try practising it together, and turn it into our own thing.” You enjoyed her offer quite a lot, you might even start a new mating ritual style for both species.

ah i see, and def agree. she does have these depths of her character that are for the most part subtext that could've been explored a lot more deeply like her identity issues and lack of direction in life, her sheltered upbringing and attachment to her father. like... where's her mother??? in a series like this theres just no way she wasn't affected by whatever happened. now that i think about it, with so little we know about her "before everything went to shit" self we don't even understand why tenma cared so much about her in the first place (other than hes a great guy! he just cares about people :D). i didn't pay much attention to those alluded-to depths before because her character seems like a more straightforward "obsession with ex->getting over it" narrative (which was already complex and done in a very entertaining way in all fairness to urasawa) but there's a lot more going on beneath the surface than just that and you're right when you say that there should've been a lot more done with the solid foundation that was already there. sorry for spamming your inbox, you just got me thinking a bit LOL

I love getting asks like these, so no worries anon! It's great getting to talk about the characters like this. Send me any whenever you like. :)

To be honest I've seen monster a fair few times now, so that's kind of why I look at characters as more than just what we got. In terms of the narrative itself, I would say Eva served the role she needed to? But when you look at a series you love and see places where there could have been more development it's like...ahhhh we could have had it all! You bring up good points with Eva's family though, I never thought much about her mother or her relationship to her but it's more stuff that would be so cool to explore. :)

Grant a better Government System management

In our modern times having a government that can properly manage a country is a must this is because we just had to go thought a worldwide pandemic that has impacted a lot of parts that make a country function. For example the small and large businesses that provide a steady supply of goods to the citizens and the lack of revenue that the people can bring home to provide for their families. A good example of this is the drivers that can only make money on the daily basis which is cut of even more because of the government not lissening to the people that is affected. Another is the health care system a lot were uncovered in the budget reports where a lot of money was embezzled by several people in the management. Lastly the biggest problem here is poverty where the management team has yet to figure out a way to eliminate this century old issue. There is a lot more that is hidden beneath the surface of big politicians that cover the truth. Theres also the Disaster risk governance refers to the specific arrangements that societies put in place to manage their disaster risk within a broader context of risk governance. This reflects how risk is valued against a backdrop of broader social and economic concerns. For example, the fact that a country adopts and enforces a seismic building code is as much a reflection of the importance of safe buildings for economic development and social well-being as it is a safeguard against earthquake risk. Weakness in the way in which governments have a tendency to crumble, especially in the private sector, and public institutions perform their basic functions in a country are strongly correlated with deficiencies in development and disaster risk. Disaster risk is disproportionately concentrated in lower-income countries with weak governance. In order to address disaster risk, not only do the underlying drivers of disaster risk need to be addressed to avoid risk generation and accumulation, but also the governance of disaster risk must be strengthened in order to be able to do so. Disaster and climate risks in development need to be approached not solely through a specialized and stand-alone sector, but rather through strengthened governance arrangements across sectors and territories. These are some of the consequences that can happen with poor management.

Everythings been so insane and rapid fire coming at me i havent had any time to collect myself or try to heal or beat myself back to sleep with conditioned denial and self doubt, but heres some of the reality i have been awoken to by paranoid delusional megalomaniacal idiots that make stalin look reasonable.

I am nephilim, ive known this within myself since the earliest in this particular imitation mortality incarnation. These motherfuckers dont know what to make of me or do about me even though the obvious and oft voiced choice of “nothing” has been repeated till i am sick of patience, them, being a good little lifelong abuse victim so forth. I am old. Like older than the heavenly host of this creation and this place by a disturbing to everyone literally immeasurable amount of time. But ive said it and its 2 eternities and ive been here for a stupid long span too. I suspect. Im reckoned as a anomaly by most a infiltrator and spy by others and a super chill exceptionally kind dude and friend by eveyone who hasnt been chased off. This includes a beatifull and diverse range of wild otherworldly entities. Not to them though but i dont even know why they pretend to act like they care anymore or even bother with the violent oppression suppression but lets just say they are greatly diminished in form and function and they really do not like me calling them out on it and i hate repeating myself anyway even though it seems its all anyone makes me do my entire life about anything real or important about myself.

I am not evil or hostile. I have stood beside the divine, received their council and been a servitor a lot better than most of these douchebags in my time even though by all they know thats just inconceivable. I have also spent a sickening gulf of time in damnation so i am by no means perfect but i am formed of wildly different stuff, and possessed of super unknown and scary capabilities apparently that makes like everyone and theyre momma feel super threatened and hostile. All the lies and shit that have been strategically whispered and circulated only serve to just repeat the same idiot cycle time and again and damages all. And the reality of reality if you will is already maimed and grafted with necromantic and mechanical bullshit to keep it limping along and “improve” it.

So here we are. This is me. I am a grey, it is the color of my wings. There are a lot of us and for some reason might as well be in the midst of being genocided. And i have no fucking idea what started this bullshit and how it ended up like this. I do know how i ended up here though. I was abducted thru infinitely questionable and entirely fucked up reality manipulations that pulled me dormant thru a rift. They were trying for another savior of divine stock. Instead they got me that go around. Theyve done this shit a lot it was some kind of initiative.

I am told i am like a force of fucking nature when i get going which is frequently but thats all these assholes faults. Which is funny because i am formed of raw chaos, insanity and dreams. So any of you that can evaluate that will very quickly come to understand why i am always set apart and like perpetually a pariah and in exile here. Theres a hell of a lot more to it than that and it makes me look like im a complete raving loon or divinely inspired. The truth beneath the ugly visible surface ripples and current of this place is even more insane to me and i know you all can feel it breaking thru as fate continues to bash her head against the imprisoning wall that is them

I demand number 15! We need some bonding!

she told him hes just like doctor calvin

heeeyyy ive been thinking abt colin a lot and wondered like how it would be to have make up sex with him? After they had a huge fight then they have angry sex and then (still rough and hot) make up sex in the morning?

Im not sure if theres a difference between angry or make up sex but yeah

Hot Tempered (Colin Zabel x fem!Reader)

wordcount: 5.1k warnings: NSFW, penetration, giving and receiving oral, swearing, verbal arguing and a little bit of physical conflict

Yours nails scraped harshly on the surface of your kitchen table as you snatched up your phone, Colin’s face frozen in an irritated frown as you glanced back at him. His chair scuffed against the hard wood of the floor as you spun on your heel, heading for the door and the stairs beyond. “Y/n.” Colin’s voice was rough as he called after you, his long strides closing the distance between you as he reached out for your arm. “No, Colin.” You spat, whirling on him and wrenching your arm from his grasp. “I’m done talking about it, just fuck off.” His face fell, all of his agitation dropping from his features at the ferocity with which you cursed at him.  Your anger doused any guilt that should have swarmed you as the creases of annoyance on his face instantly smoothed over, his arm falling limp at his side. “Sleep down here.” You ordered firmly, turning once more and making your way to the stairs; your footfalls were heavier than intended. Shoving the door to your shared bedroom open with a shoulder, you flopped face first on the bed, gripping your pillow and smothering your face into it. Tears of hot frustration leaked from your eyes, dampening the fabric beneath your face as you clutched onto it, replaying the screaming match that had just occurred between you and your fiancé. It was undoubtedly the worst argument that the two of you had ever had.

From below, you heard the front door opening, closing harshly a second later.  You lay on the bed for several long minutes, the pillow clutched to your face staunching the flow of your tears. Only when your phone buzzed beside your head did you lift your face out of the confines of the pillow, the sudden light burning your teary eyes as you glanced at the screen as it lit up with Colin’s name. 

I won’t come to you until you’re ready to talk. Message me whenever that is.

You chucked the phone to the bottom of the bed with a soft sign, rolling onto your back and rubbing your hands over your face. Why did he insist on always being so patient? For whatever reason, his generous offering of space refuelled your anger, anger that was perhaps directed at yourself this time. Another hot tear squeezed its way out of your eye, rolling down the side of your face and disappearing into the hair at your ear. Swiping the wet trail away, you pushed yourself off the bed, storming for the bathroom and wrenching the faucet of the shower, causing scolding water to pour. You didn’t allow the water to cool, shucking off your clothes and stepping under the steaming torrents; it hit your skin in fiery relief, leeching some of the anger from your body and carrying it up into the space of the bathroom as steam, condensing and dripping in cool droplets off the mirrors and windows. You emerged from the shower half an hour later, the adrenaline of your argument having worn off entirely, a heaviness settling over your body in its place.  Your clothes remained in a heap in the centre of the bathroom floor, the fabric dampened slightly by the clouds of heat from the shower.  Sleep tugged at your eyes and you glanced at the alarm clock on your bedside table: 23:17. You obeyed the heaviness of your eyelids, allowing it to steer you towards the bed, flopping down onto its softness once more, the sheets cool against your warm skin, a comforting embrace in the place of Colins.

When Colin returned home, creeping warily up the stairs and softly pushing open the door to your shared room, it was almost two in the morning. He had gone to the office, taken his spare keys and lounged at his desk for hours that seemed to stretch away into eternity. His anger at you and your unforgivingness had long since softened, dripping away into pools of regret and willingness to compromise; he couldn’t even recall who had started the argument and what is was about.  But looking at you now, your naked body stretched out atop the covers, your torso expanding with each laboured breath you took, any thought of the argument slipped from his mind’s grasp.  Tugging off his coat, he hung it on the back of the door, reluctant to take his eyes off your sleeping frame for too long, your arms grappled around your pillow, your body softly curving across the bed. On tiptoe, he approached you, sitting gently on the bed beside your waist. Your eyes were closed lightly, your lashes fluttering slightly in sleep and your mouth cracked open in a soft part. He exhaled through his nose, rubbing his hand on the thigh of his jeans to ensure that his palm was somewhat warm before placing it tentatively on your waist. When you didn’t stir, your laboured breaths unfaltering, he began to move his hand down to your hip and up to your rib, trailing his fingertips along your sleep warmed skin tenderly. When you finally stirred, a small noise cracking out from the back of your nose and your legs shifting, you forced open one eye to see Colin surveying you carefully. You pulled open your other eye, blinking at him in an attempt to clear your sleep fogged vision; his lips tugged upwards in a small, surrendering smile. You let your eyes fall shut once more, sighing through your nose before shifting onto your back. Colin’s eyes dipped once, taking a thirsty scan of your exposed body before going back to your sleepy face, his smile widening when you held out your arms to him. He accepted, shuffling forwards before folding over you in an embrace, smiling into your bare chest as you folded your arms around his shoulders. You savoured the feeling of his hair brushing softly against your collarbone, sighing into his weight and allowing your eyes to drift shut once more. Colin’s head shifted, his cheek coming to rest on your chest; your skin was warm and soft beneath him. He allowed more of his weight to spread over you, your hips pressing into his as he flattened himself fully onto you. You cracked open one eye as he fell still once more, his breath coming out hot on your skin. You were glad he didn’t say anything, content to bask in his presence and indulge in his warm weight on top of you. The room fell into silence once more, sleep crawling back into your reach. You grasped for it, your arms slackening in their hold around Colin’s shoulders. The shift of his head against your skin pulled you away from the desired slumber once more, Colin turning to press a kiss to the space just above the valley of your breasts, his lips warm as they brushed against your skin. You stayed motionless, hoping that he would think you were asleep and let you be. But of course, he wouldn’t let that happen. He repeated the simple action of pressing a kiss to your skin, this time with more persistence. He lifted his head to regard you when you remained immobile, a small frown painting his forehead with creases. “Y/n?” You opened your eyes as he addressed you directly, glancing down at him. “Yes?” You muttered, your bad mood threatening to take over once more with his persistence. You just wanted to sleep. “Are we going to talk about it or...?” “Honestly, Colin. I would rather not.” You responded flatly, shutting him down. He pushed himself off you at you short reply, sitting back and running his fingers through his hair. “Well I want to talk about.” He pushed, his voice gaining a shade more strength. You surveyed him blankly before rolling onto your side, turning away from him and bringing your legs up to your chest, allowing your eyes to shut once more. “Y/n. Are you serious? I left the house for god knows how long; I’ve given you space. Talk to me.” “I don’t want to talk about it.” You uttered, voice muffled by the pillow you had buried your face in. “Well I do, goddamnit.” He spat, his prior agitation returning in hot waves as you continued to dismiss him. Led by his fresh anger, he reached out, taking ahold of your forearm and pulling harshly, forcing your body to twist in his direction.  Your eyes filled with furious surprise as he made you turn to him, recovering a second later and ripping your arm from his grasp. “Fuck this, Colin.” You spat, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. Your feet brushed the floor as you made to push yourself to standing but Colin was too quick, a potent wave of utterly irritated disbelief filling him; wrapping his arms around your torso, Colin threw you back onto the bed, the sheets soft against your skin as you landed, Colin moving to kneel by your chest. Your glowered at him, pushing yourself onto your elbows. Colin’s face intercepted your path, appearing before you, an angry hue staining his cheeks. “Why are you being like this?” He demanded gruffly, your noses close to touch him. “I’ve told you that I don’t want to talk about it.” You ground back, standing your ground, refusing to balk from his mounting fury. “So what? We’re just going to pretend that it didn’t happen?” He challenged, his dark eyes boring into yours intensely. It wasn’t often that Colin presented this side of him to you, the side that had drawn so many confessions from suspects in his line of work. “Yes. Yes we are -” “No, we’re not.” He cut you off, his nose brushing yours slightly as he leaned in even closer, his upper lip curling into an enraged snarl. “You don’t get to just tell me to fuck off and then refuse to speak to me about it.”  You fell silent at his words, realisation of how unreasonable you were being washing over you. But you could’t back down now, your pride wouldn’t allow it. “I can do what I -” Colin’s lips crashed onto yours, your noses fully pressing against each other as he closed the small distance between your faces, stealing your next words as he cut you off once more. A small squeak of surprise emanated from the back of your throat as Colin, instead of pulling away to continue round two of the argument, titled his head to deepen the kiss, running his tongue along your lower lip once in warning before flooding eagerly into your mouth. The kiss was demanding and punishing, roving thoroughly around your mouth, your tongue struggling to keep up with his as he ran is across your own, making strokes across the roof of your mouth with the tip, drawing shudders from your naked body. He leaned in more, his hands finding your shoulders and running down your spine, meeting at the small of your back and lowering you fully to the bed. His hands trailed to your hips as he lifted a leg, shifting to straddle you. You were torn between shoving him off and gripping onto the front of his shirt to pull him closer. Settling on the latter, you reached for the soft fabric, your fingers grappling into the material and tugging, forcing his lips to form a tighter seal around your own. He groaned at your roughness, one of his hands moving slowly up from your hip, across the plane of your ribs and around the curve of your breast to your throat. He pressed his thumb into the hollow of your neck, sighing at the pulse he found fluttering there as you lifted up your hips slightly beneath him, silently screaming your mounting need at him. His thumb remained at the base of your throat as his tongue made another thorough sweep of your mouth, your hands releasing the front of his shirt, only to attach to the buttons holding it closed, fumbling with them in your feverish need to have his bare skin against yours.  Colin’s annoyance was only mounting with your drawn out kissing, your fingers stumbling in their hurry to free him of his shirt. He pulled away suddenly, your head lifting off the pillow of its accord, trying to follow his lips. Sitting back on your hips, Colin’s face was flushed with a rosy hue as he ripped apart the last of the buttons that you hadn’t been able to undo, both of your uneven breathing filling the room as you lay beneath him, reigning in your impatience and watching as he started on his pants. The clacking of his belt as it was pulled it undone drew a quiet groan of anticipation from the back of your throat, the subsequent sound of Colin’s zipper drowning out the weak noise. He fell back down onto you, one of his hands spearing into the pillow next to your head, the other reaching down to wrench his pants down his legs, taking his underwear with them. His hand fell onto your upper thigh, his eyes flicking to bore into yours as his made a tantalizing trail with his fingertips up the inside of your thigh to your aching core, allowing his nails to dig into your soft skin ever so slightly.  You let out an unsteady exhale as he drew a line straight through your awaiting cunt with a single finger, letting out a stunted groan of approval at the wetness he found there. You braced yourself for his engorged cock as you lay still beneath him, staring up at him as he made another exploratory sweep of his finger through your folds, your juices gleaming on his fingertip when he pulled his hand away. You opened your mouth, readying to scold him for suddenly taking so long when he sat back, providing you with the view of his swollen cock curving towards his stomach, its head purple and weeping creamy precum.  You arched your back slightly in a gesture of indignation, pushing your tits up in the hopes of luring him back down on top of him. Instead, much to your annoyance, he pushed himself to his knees. You could’ve drooled at the sight of his cock bouncing slightly with the movement, your hands coming to cup your own tits as your tongue made a sweep along your lower lip. Colin, who had taken a second to admire your body below his, the goosebumps smattered across your skin, your hair fanned out across the pillow beneath your head and your eyes, lustfully dark and still half-lidded with sleep, reached down, taking your waist in his hands and pulling you up, twisting your torso. He manipulated your body, forcing you face down on the bed. You immediately lifted your hips up, waving you ass in a beckoning gesture as Colin settled back over you, aligning himself with your entrance, his tip pushing in ever so slightly.  He paused here, causing you to hiss in impatient agitation, your arms lifting to gather the pillow beneath your head under your chin, arching your back in order to give him better access. Your face buried into the pillow with a deep, placated groan as he finally pushed himself all the way into you. Pulling out immediately, Colin sunk himself back into your cunt, taking his time to fill you thoroughly before setting about fucking you at a steady pace.   “Oh god.” You gasped when Colin began to thrust at an established pace, hard and deep, drawing out of you slowly, only to slam his fullness back into you. “Oh fuck.” The intensity with which he immediately started to fuck you made your fingers and toes tingle, your pussy being gloriously stretched open. Your moans were broken and breathless as Colin pounded furiously into you from behind, small sounds of pleasure squeezing their way through his tightly gritted teeth as he took you thoroughly. You groaned, your fingers gripping onto the pillow beneath you as he repeatedly slammed into you with such force that your body moved up the bed, the covers creasing around your body. His hands quickly looped under your thighs to pull them up, positioning you so that your ass was in the air but your chest and face remained pressed into the bed. Your the muscles in your back strained, aching slightly at the harsh angle that Colin positioned you into but the dim pain barely registered as he continued to pound into you from behind, pushing your body further and further into the mattress with each stroke. “Oh. Oh, Colin.” You groaned luxuriously, your name on his lips only fuelling him to go harder, faster, deeper. Just when you began to gasp, slightly overwhelmed by the pleasure that he was abundantly giving you, tears pricking at your eyes, Colin, with a shuddering breath, released your upper thighs and planted his hands onto the hot skin of your back, his fingertips digging into the planes of your back, his nails clawing into your skin. You squeaked his name as your pleasure began to mount, each one of his frenzied thrusts ripping a layer from the ball of ecstasy glowing in your stomach, the release hidden at the centre Colin’s goal as he pushed you further and further to climax. Your eyes rolled shut, tears of utter pleasure burning them as you bit down on the pillow, your pleasure building, building, building, Colin’s thrusts punctuated by his own rough groans of gratification as he, too, neared climax. Your body went rigid beneath Colin as your orgasm slammed into your body, sending waves of unforgiving pleasure rippling through your entire being. You almost screamed at the force of your climax, Colin muttering encouragements through gritted teeth with each forceful slam of his cock into your pussy. Your fingers fell away from the pillow you had been grasping, grappling with the sheets pooled around your writhing body instead as you gasped for air, Colin’s hand coming around to grab your chin, forcing your teeth to release their tight hold on the pillow and holding your face so that your neck was craned upwards towards the ceiling. You couldn’t seem to gain control of your eyes as they rolled back again and again, each of Colin’s thrust punctuating the aftershocks of your orgasm as you struggled to come down from your high. But he didn’t stop. And it was all you could do but keep gulping down breaths of air in time to his wild thrusting, his hands settling on your hips to pull you further onto his cock. Your fingers shook from where they clenched the bed sheets pooled around you, your legs trembling so violently that it was a miracle you didn’t collapse fully onto the bed. Your gasped moans turned into high-pitched whines, the sudden sloppiness of Colin’s thrusts as his hips snapped relentlessly into you signalling that he, too, was dangerously close to coming undone. He grunted your name and with one last punishing drive of his cock into you, he fell forwards onto your body, his teeth finding the side of your neck and clamping down as he spilled into you, rocking his hips in order to draw out his pleasure.  You were whimpering, his moans loud at your ear, muffled by the tender skin he held in his bite. He released his hold on your hot skin as the last of his seed shot into you, taking a shuddering inhale and moving his lips to press a kiss to your shoulder. You were still heaving down gasps of air when he pulled out, your head falling back onto the pillow beneath you as he released his hold on your chin, collapsing away from you and onto his side of the bed. Your back gave out, your ass bouncing slightly as it, too, fell onto the mattress. You turned onto your side, your mingled wetness coating your thighs as you moved, staring at Colin with hooded eyes. He offered you a tentative smile. You returned it, reaching out a hand and taking his, squeezing his fingers affectionately. “Fuck you.” You breathed at him, playful intent sparkling in your exhaust clouded eyes. “Yeah, fuck you too.” Colin offered in response, bringing your joined hands up to his mouth and brushing his lips across the back of your fist. “Sorry.” You added quietly, your blinks slow and heavy as you struggled to keep your eyes open, sleep beckoning you to fall into its embrace. “I’m sorry, too.” Colin agreed, reaching over to pull your body to his, peppering your face with kisses before untangling himself from your hold and standing, retrieving his shirt from the floor before pacing for the bathroom.

You were awoken the several hours later by the watery light of the morning filtering through the blinds of your bedroom, Colin’s body a warm presence behind you. His arms were twined around your abdomen with his face buried in the crook of your neck, his puffs of sleep infused breath settling onto your skin. You shifted slightly, bunching the covers up beneath your chin with a sigh of contentment and pushing your body further into Colin’s. He stirred at this, the steady rhythm of his breathing interrupted as your movement dragged him from his deep sleep. His arms tightened their looping hold around your abdomen and you turned, craning your neck to plant a kiss on the top of his head. Pulling his face from your neck, he offered you a sleepy smile, his eyes barely cracked open against the natural light infiltrating into the room. “Good morning.” You mumbled, your breath stale and voice weak from lack of use. “Morning.” He murmured back, his chin settling onto your shoulder as he gazed at you. You smiled sweetly at him, disrupting his hold on your waist to move onto your back, Colin drinking in the view of your side profile that you offered him. A dim ache glowed from between your thighs, an ache that you savoured, your eyes fluttering closed with a soft sigh as you recalled the ferocity with which he had fucked you. Your lower lip caught between your teeth at the memory, Colin’s curiosity peaked as he tracked the movement. “What are you thinking about?” He mused quietly. You turned your head to look at him, debating whether to lie or expose to him how much you enjoyed the rare appearance of his rough side the night before. “I’m thinking of you fucking me.” You shrugged, forcing a shade of feigned innocence into your tone. Colin drew in a breath, his eyes opening fully at your words. “I’ve been thinking about that too.” He admitted in agreement. You snapped your head to his, your neck stiff. “Really?” You asked. Colin nodded, the full weight of his chin settling into your shoulder as he relaxed fully into you. “Did I look pretty from behind?” You pressed quietly. Colin lifted his head to survey your full face. You settled your head further into the pillow, blinking easily up at him. “You looked very pretty from behind.” He confirmed, his morning voice rough and low, coming out almost like a purr. You reached up, running your fingertips softly down the side of his face. “I want to do it again.” You admitted, your eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips. His low chuckle of response sent sparks of arousal skittering through you, drawing some wetness to gather between your thighs. “Where are your manners?” He tutted playfully, moving swiftly to straddle you once more, the covers lifting around his shoulders as his hands found your face, cupping your cheeks in his sleep-warmed palms. “Please.” You added, allowing your gaze to become doe-eyed as you stared up at him. His lips curved into a small smile, his head cocking slightly to the side as he lowered his face to yours, catching your lips in a fleeting kiss. You melted into the kiss as his hands moved from your face, trailing lightly down your sides before settling on your hips. Disconnecting his mouth from yours, his moved his lips down to your chin, pressing several kisses from there to the hollow of your throat. You tipped your head back, exposing the column of your throat to him, gyrating your hips slightly under his weight as his allowed his lips to venture further, his kisses becoming hot and open-mouthed as his cut through the space between your breasts and to your bellybutton.  You shuddered beneath the soft brush of his warm lips, his tongue making occasional contact with your hot skin as he made a meandering track downwards, pausing every now and then to latch his teeth onto you, sucking your skin into his mouth. Your breathing became ragged as he reached your mons, kissing and nipping at the space just above your ever wetting cunt with maddening leisure. You reached down, allowing your fingers to tangle in his short hair and tugged persistently at the roots; the desired effect was achieved: Colin groaned, his breath hot on your skin, and detached his mouth from your mons, glancing up at you before repositioning his head and licking a long stripe up your aching centre. “Yes.” You groaned in blissful encouragement, the second stroke of Colin’s tongue causing wetness to pool, coaxing an aching sort of pleasure to spread across your cunt, your folds swelling in response to his ministrations. His hand settled onto your lower abdomen, holding your hips still as he buried his face into you, unleashing himself with ravenous intent on your clit. You mewled with pleasure, the sudden barrage of his tongue on your clit sending strong jolts of satisfaction through the entirety of your body. “Oh god.” You moaned, breathless as Colin continued to lap at your cunt, sucking and nipping at your clit. His fingertips nudged at your entrance and you attempted to push your hips up into them in encouragement, Colin’s low groan at your desperate efforts causing you to gasp and fall limp under him as the sound rumbled through your pussy. He pushed two fingers in, curling them instantly and expertly brushing the rough pads of his fingertips against the spot hidden within you that had your toes curling. You moaned his name, your pent up sexual need following last nights rough fucking of reluctantly proposed apology growing with each flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers. Colin’s cock twitched in response, his name falling from your lips fuelling him to push another finger inside of you, thrusting them in and out of you at a steady pace whilst his tongue worked tirelessly on your clit, each stroke, circle and carefully calculated nudge of his tongue adding fuel to the glowing bundle of pleasure forming in your lower abdomen. You tugged on his roots in needy encouragement, his generous attentiveness of your pussy both not enough and too much.  “Yes, yes, yes. Colin.” A wave of heat rolled through you as your release neared, Colins fingers quickening their pace in your pussy as his tongue maintained its steady lapping at your wetness. “Colin,” his name was a drawn out moan falling from your lips, your head turning to the side, pressing your nose into the pillow beneath you. He hummed onto you, the pace of his fingers slowing as he held them deep inside of you, twitching and curling his fingertips. Your eyes rolled at the intense sensations that his change in technique sent sparking through you; the sudden tension that settled over your body only spurred Colin on, his fingers remaining buried deep within you as his tongue worked fervently, licking you closer and closer to your release.  Your head tipped back, pleasure pooling in your loins. “I’m gonna cum.” You announced on a breathless groan. At your words, Colin groaned his approval, his fingers once again quickening their pace, curling and twisting within you. He indulged in the string of continuous moans that fell from your lips, savouring the feeling of his tongue running across your clit as he finished you off, your body bowing entirely off the bed as your grip in his hair tightened, a wave of considerable pleasure slamming into you. His name was a drawn out moan on your lips as he licked you several more times, helping you through the orgasm that had your eyes rolling and your toes curling. Your thighs clenched deliciously around his head, Colin’s own moan of satisfaction vibrating through the electrified surface of your pussy. When your body collapsed back onto the mattress, the pupils of your eyes re-emerging with a gasp, Colin gripped onto your thighs, pulling his head from your heat and gazing upon your sated body, the scent of your arousal drifting up to meet him from between your thighs. You glanced down, the sight of his swollen lips coated with your cum causing a ball of fresh need to form in your lower abdomen. You blinked slowly down at him, a satiated smile spreading across your face. He grinned up at you, moving to cover your body with his once more, your hands falling onto the pillow at either side of your head as his lips met yours, the taste of your own musk coating his lips and tongue being passed onto your own. Pulling away, he placed a loving kiss on your nose, grinning down at you. “Do you forgive me now?”  Reaching up, your brushed the short strands of dark hair away from his forehead before answering. “I forgave you as soon as your cock entered me last night.” You mused softly, his eyes gleaming with arousal as they bore into your own. “Likewise.” He agreed, lowering his face to yours once more to lay a tentative kiss to your lips. Your hands found his shoulders, your lips curling up against once another as you pushed, Colin aiding you in flipping him onto his back and allowing you to straddle his torso. Permitting your fingertips to trail down the strong planes of his stomach, you leaned in, nipping at his earlobe before whispering, “I need to make sure that you fully forgive me.” Drawing away, Colin’s eyes were alight with aroused curiosity, pulling in a sharp breath when you moved further down his body, ensuring that his clothed erection scraped against your still throbbing heat as you positioned yourself on his thighs, pulling his cock free.  Colin gazed down at you, raising his arms to tuck them under his head, your hand closing around his shaft. You ran your thumb along his slit, gathering the bead of precum that had formed there before lowering your mouth to him.

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purple.

ship: riven x reader

summary: all Riven wants is to be someone’s first choice, specifically yours. When you see him get beaten by Sky yet again, you decide to cheer him up.

word count: 1052

warnings: swearing

Riven had only ever wanted to be someone’s first choice.

The sun was harsh, beating down its heat onto unsuspecting specialists. His uniform clung to him uncomfortable, sticking to sweat at every surface. He readjusted his grip on the wooden baton for what felt like the millionth time. He could feel the heat affecting him, the sweat dripping down his forehead, his grip on his weapon becoming looser with every second. Sky was unaffected, of course he was.

It was hard to resent the boy who was like his brother, but Riven felt that resentment crawl up his throat anyway. It was an ugly feeling and more emotions came with it. The guilt and shame for wishing downfall on his best friend, but all Riven wanted was for someone to choose him.

He was never Skys first choice for anything, and he never had been.

First it was Stella, whom Sky devoted every ounce of attention and affection to. Then it was Bloom and while Riven enjoyed having her around, she would always be Skys first choice.

He wasn’t even the last choice for his parents, hell they didn’t even think of him as an option. God knows his teachers would prefer he didn’t exist. Everyone else in his life knew him and Sky as a package deal. It was no secret which boy the preferred.

The baton slipped between his fingers once more as Sky beat him to the floor. That resentment filled his chest even stronger than before, spreading through his body like wildfire the second he saw her watching. Saw her eyes linger on Sky’s tall frame as he loomed over Riven. Watched her trail her gaze over his features.

Riven was out of the ring in a second. 

He purposefully ignored her. Ignored the way she made his heart leap with every little gesture. Riven was no stranger to emotions, in fact he felt everything so strongly, but never like this. Never with someone like you. It didn’t matter how much he felt for you, because Riven had never been anyones first choice and he sure as hell knew he could never be yours. You were good at school, one of the smartest girls he had ever met, and smart girls didn’t waste their time with drop kicks. 

Riven could feel Sky before he heard him. He hovered behind him hesitantly, unsure whether to finish approaching or back off. It was no secret how he felt, he could hide it from everyone else as much as he wanted, but Sky always saw right through him. 

“I don’t understand you. You act like you’re some amazing guy that can get whoever he wants, but then you shy away from what you really want?”

Riven knows he could try. He could get up and march over to where you sit perched beneath an oak tree to confess how he feels. He could take you on a picnic and hold your hand and tell you how beautiful you are. Then, when he tries and tries and you reject him anyway, he can be the laughing stock of the whole school.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

He’s on the defensive before he can even blink. The resentment doesn’t ease, not in the slightest, not when he can see you sitting under that stupid tree looking like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Not when he can see you watching them, watching Sky. 

They sit there in silence for a while. Sky and Riven. One boy who had the world at his feet and one who could never imagine what that would be like. Eventually Bloom arrives and Sky takes his leave, patting Riven on the leg as he goes. The sun dips below the horizon and colour paint the sky in streaks of colour. You’re bathed in the glow of the waning sun and a new feeling settles in Riven’s chest, making its home where all gentle emotions do. His heart thrums as you stand to your feet, and for a second he thinks you’re going to follow Skys direction back to the school. 

His heart stutters when your path leads directly to him. 

Riven feels his heart stop as you come to a rest before him.

He’s always been observant but with you it’s something different entirely, and he feels like something is off immediately. Interactions between the two of you had been minimal. You showed him kindness when he least deserved it through small notions, and in return he cheered you up when you seemed down. To an outside it may just seem like gentle words and flirtatious remarks, but to Riven it meant a whole lot more.

Today, you’re different. Theres a bead sweat gliding down your temple and he’s not too sure if it’s from the warmth of the nervous energy that your exuding. You’re hands which are normally so gentle in their actions are clutching your bag with a strength he didn’t even know you had.

“Hey, Riv—uh Riven, sorry”

A smile works it’s way onto his face at the nickname and he purposefully ignores the way you apologise immediately for the act of endearment. 

“What are you up to sunshine?”

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, it’s a marvel he can’t hear it. You rummage in your bag for the flower you picked for him and tuck it behind his ear, desperately trying not to think about how pathetic you probably look.

“I uh, thought you could use the pick me up”

The flower is slightly wilted and wrinkled from your tight grip, but you think it looks pretty on him none the less. You know he’ll throw it to the ground the second you walk away. Know he’ll mutter something about how foolish and weird you are. Know he would never risk his reputation by wearing a purple flower in his hair, but you hold onto that hope all the same. 

He watches you retreat on yourself and all too soon you’re heading up the hill towards the castle. His finger pluck the flower from his hair and a lovestruck grin settles on his face. He places the flower back in his hair right where you had placed it.

Purple was his favourite colour after all. 

"Elain doesn't belong in the Night Court..."

I think what people fail to acknowledge within this statement is how much time Sarah has put in to driving the point home that peoples perception of Elain vs. the reality are two very separate things.

Exp;

“Elain was like a dog, loyal to whatever master kept her fed and in comfort.”

“Nesta was wrong, Cassian realized, to think Elain as loyal and loving as a dog. Elain saw every single thing Nesta had done, and understood why.”

“But Elain … The Spring Court had been made for someone like her.”

“But she hadn’t hesitated to come. When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court—and would do whatever was needed.”

“Elain said, “Then I will find it. I might require some time to … reacquaint myself with my powers, but I could start today.” - “Absolutely not,” Nesta spat, fingers curling at her sides. “Absolutely not.”

“Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper from him as he said quietly, “There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.”

“Including Elain, who is more than capable of defending herself against the darkness of the Trove, if she chooses to. Don’t underestimate her.”

“But I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she'd disappoint you all. ”  He sighed toward the ceiling. “With time and safety, perhaps we ’ll  see a different side of her emerge."

ACOSF & Feysand POV, really took the time to point out that what her sisters and some of the IC think about Elain only to get dissproven/unveiled. The same will stand for this statement of fitting in, this is said to some variety a few times throughout the series and it will be yet another misconception about her character.

Elain is finally pushing back against who people think she is or should be.

“Enchanted gloves,” she read from the card. “That won’t tear or become too sweaty while gardening.” She set aside the box without looking at it for longer than a moment. And I wondered if she preferred to have torn and sweaty hands, if the dirt and cuts were proof of her labor. Her joy.”

“I didn’t dare mention that if she had been wearing the enchanted gloves Lucien had gotten her last Solstice, nothing would have pierced them at all.”

“And torn up by thorns,” I mused, recalling a morning this past summer when Elain had come into the house, her right palm bleeding from several gashes thanks to a stubborn rosebush that had pierced her gloves. The thorns had broken off in her skin, leaving sharp splinters that I’d had to pull free.”

She is going to do what she wants, whether she gets her hands a little dirty or whether others agree with her, I believe that it what SJM is really leading up to with these scenes, there is a lot of thorns beneath the surface.

“Elain, mourn as she might for the life she would have had with Graysen, had found a place, a role here. Tending to the gardens of Feyre’s veritable palace on the river, helping other residents of Velaris restore their own destroyed gardens—she had purpose, and joy, and friends: those two half-wraiths who worked in Rhysand’s household. But those things had always come easily to her sister. Had always made Elain special.”

Elain has been said to be not only adapting but thriving with joy and purpose within The Night Court, but she also seems to understand and empathise with the people within the court and it's traditions, even more so than its own High Lady.

The day people stop treating Elain like so shallow, bland, flower child will be the day I sleep soundly. She is insanely wise as both Feyre and Mor have said before, her depth is much beyond the surface, yet people still weakly claim theres nothing to her.

READ THE BOOKS, STOP SKIMMING THE IMPORTANT THINGS FOR YOUR OWN BENEFIT. PLS I BEG. You do her such a disservice.

“It’s their tradition, though,” Elain countered, her face still flushed with the cold. “One that they fought and died to protect in the war. Perhaps that’s the better way to think of it, rather than feeling guilty. To remember that this day means something to them. All of them, regardless of who has more, who has less, and in celebrating the traditions, even through the presents, we honor those who fought for its very existence, for the peace this city now has.”

For a moment, I just stared at my sister, the wisdom she’d spoken. Not a whisper of those oracular abilities. Just clear eyes and an open expression. “You’re right,” I said, taking in the insignia rising before me.”

Also as a side-note, all the characters at one point or another have felt out of place, even two of the chore members Az (still probably feeling it) & Feyre, so this whole argument is nonsense to me.

“I don’t really know where I fit in anymore,” I admitted, perhaps only because the wind was screeching around us and Rhys had already winnowed ahead to where Cassian’s dark form flew—beyond the wall. "I’ve been alive almost five and a half centuries, and I’m not sure of that, either,” Azriel said.”

Elain Archeron is going to belong where she decides and with who she decides. A huge part of her ARC is going to be about choice [irregardless of who you believe she will end up with, it will be her choice], and the fact that people constantly disregard her own words/choices in favour of Nesta or Cassian's quotes is beyond confusing to me.

Elain could choose the Spring Court, the Autumn Court, the Day Court, the Night Court, heck even the Winter Court but it won't be because Cassian thinks she doesn't suit the colour black or anyone else. *eyeroll emoji*