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evilkennedy · 1 year

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leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: smut, 18+ only please! there's a bit of angst but leon eats reader out so it's okay

word count: 2.2k+

summary: a sort of confession of feelings ?? idk I just had to write this

Your eyes blurred as the movie you and Leon had been watching droned on in the background of your mind, his feather light touch was the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded as you lost yourself in your thoughts. It wasn’t that the movie wasn’t any good, or that you weren’t happy to be spending time with Leon, in fact, it was the opposite. You were grateful for the shift in your dynamic after the two of you returned from Spain. It wasn’t heavy with the weight of everything that happened, but instead the two of you had become closer than you could have ever imagined, which was difficult to come by. You’d already been relatively close, having known him since before his time in Raccoon City, before either of you had ever had first kisses or first heartbreaks– You’d been friends for the majority of your life, but after almost losing him… and him almost losing you, there was an unspoken change in your relationship. There were more fleeting touches, more worried glances tossed your way by bright blue eyes, you could almost drown in him; in the way that he was concerned for you, if that is what you could even call it. There was something just beneath the surface that had been brewing for quite some time, not only within yourself, but within him too, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. Or maybe you could and you were just too terrified of acknowledging the truth in fear of ruining everything you and Leon had built, the relationship that most would envy, you would die for him and vice versa, so why would this one fickle human emotion get in the way? Still, your heart stuttered in your chest at the mere idea of talking it out with the man that had his arms wrapped around you, hand still delicately tracing circles in your thigh. You wanted to pull away, if only for a moment, the intimacy was too much, no matter how much you ached for it, you weren’t sure that you could allow yourself to bask in it.

“I can almost hear you thinking, sweetheart.” Leon’s voice was husky from lack of use, the two of you had been sitting in silence for quite some time. You shifted slightly, feeling his breath ghosting against your ear. Your proximity is now suddenly at the forefront of your mind and your thoughts come to a halt as you consider a response.

“Always perceptive, aren’t you, Lee?” You tried not to acknowledge what he’d said outright, instead making an attempt to adopt a sort of light tone, but you almost grimace at the way that it doesn’t sound very light in the slightest. You can hear the vulnerability in your own voice and you hated it. You knew that Leon would surely pick up on it as well.

“It’s my job to be perceptive. Wanna tell me what’s on your pretty little mind?” The movie had been long forgotten, just white noise in the background as you lean your head back against him, melting into his comforting touch despite yourself. His hand is now rubbing the top of your thigh, no longer a soft touch against the delicate skin there. It isn’t rough, it’s just different in the way that his hand engulfed a larger space of your body than his fingers once occupied. It was distracting and you were sure that he knew that.

You sigh, “I just… I don’t know. With the jobs we have– I.” You make a somewhat pathetic attempt to articulate your thoughts, suddenly feeling anxious about doing so. It felt ridiculous. You knew that Leon wouldn’t ridicule you for feeling the way that you do, but even after all this time, you weren’t sure that he felt the same or if he felt the same ache in his chest that you did when you thought about losing him.

“I almost lost you, Leon.” Your voice was quiet, but he could still hear you with how close the two of you had been sitting. He stopped moving his hand against your leg for a moment and you worry that you’ve ruined the night by speaking up. You go to amend this by working up an apology, telling him to forget about it, but he spoke before you had the chance.

“And I almost lost you.” He paused, not waiting for you to speak again before he continued, “You know I’ve spent every second since we got back thinking about that moment… when Saddler had control over us and over Ashley and she– She could have killed you in that moment and there wouldn’t have been a damn thing that I could have done to stop it.” You hear him take a shaky breath, you’ve tensed up in his arms but he went back to rubbing circles into your thigh, a grounding measure for the both of you.

You want to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that he can’t blame himself for every tragedy that had occurred during his short lifetime, but before you can, his hand began sliding up your thigh. You gasp, trying not to be obvious about the way his touch affected you, but you knew that he’d heard it, there was no way that he didn’t.

“I don’t want to let you go. I’m… I’m tired of running from this, from you. I was so damn scared of saying I love you or I want you when there are so many other things that should scare me like never being able to tell you how much I need you in my life– to show you that. I know now that it would be an honor, even if you don’t feel the same.” He was still touching you, though the touch had become less soothing and had ignited a burning pit in the center of chest, spreading outward and consuming you entirely. Your breathing sped up, especially as he moved closer to your core, your body quivering beneath his hand in response.

“Say something, please. Anything.” His words aren’t demanding, nor are they desperate, he just wanted to hear you say it back, to say that you needed him just as badly as he needed you. Who would you be to deny him of that? It had been on your mind for entirely too long now and you finally had the opportunity to admit to it, to just say it. It still scared you, but Leon was right. There was one thing you feared more.

“I– God, I do feel the same. I need you. In any way you’ll have me, I love you and I think that I always have.” In response, Leon pressed a delicate kiss against the back of your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, automatically tilting your head to give him more skin to kiss.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that from you.” He pressed another kiss underneath your earlobe this time, nipping at it afterwards, simultaneously moving his hand up to the hem of your pajama pants. You could feel the way his chest heaved against your back as his breathing picked up, mirroring your own as you tingled in anticipation.

“Is this okay?” A finger slid beneath the hem of your pants, but didn’t move any further until you nodded, lips parting as you tried to calm your breathing. Nothing felt anywhere near as good as Leon’s hands felt on you.

“More than okay… Please.” You didn’t know exactly what you were asking for, your best guess was just that you wanted more. You wanted him to touch you, you wanted him to need you, you wanted him to remind you that you made it out of Spain alive and so did he.

That was enough for him to continue, slipping his fingers underneath your pants, gliding a finger against your clothed pussy easily. He let out a small groan before removing his hand altogether, you whimpered at the loss of contact. You could feel the way he was hardening against you and that turned you on impossibly further, you got that reaction from him. Just him touching you was enough to get him hard and you had to squeeze your thighs together at the thought.

You turned to glance at him in question before he moved out from underneath you, readjusting your body so that you were lying against the couch on your back, him kneeling over you. You shivered at how easy it was for him to maneuver you. You whimpered once again, about to murmur his name in complaint before he kissed you, shutting you up entirely.

He pulled away only to press more kisses along your jawline and against your neck as you arched into him. “That’s it sweetheart, don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.” His hands made their way to the hem of your night shirt, quickly making their way underneath the shirt and lifting it up so that he could begin kissing along your chest and stomach, leaving no area untouched by his lips. You gasped as he nipped at your collarbone, lapping at it with his tongue in order to soothe the sting. “Alright?” His voice has dropped in pitch considerably and it makes you squirm beneath him, as does his dark, lust-blown gaze. In this lighting his blue eyes almost looked black and your core burned with need.

“A-Alright.” You nodded, giving him confirmation as he continued on his journey of showing you just how much he needed you. After every press of his lips against your skin, the pit in your stomach only grew larger as you throbbed with need. Leon seemed to sense your impatience as he chuckled, finally lowering himself to where you needed him most at the moment. His hands were at your hips and his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your skin as he began pulling down your pants and underwear. He didn’t even have to ask again if it was okay because you were already arching your back in order to make the process easier for him.

“Eager, aren’t we?” His tone was teasing, but you still threw a glare in his direction as he tossed your clothes to the floor. His eyes immediately landed on your soaked pussy and he groaned.

“This all for me, baby?” He dragged a finger through your folds, gathering up your arousal in a swift motion, bringing his finger up to his mouth to taste you. His eyes never left yours as he did so and you could’ve sworn you were about to cum on the spot if he didn’t hurry up.

“God, I knew you’d taste good. You’re so pretty like this, all for me, huh?” Before you could respond that, yes this is all for you, I’m yours, please please please– He leaned forward, one hand still on your waist to keep your hips down before licking up the length of your pussy, groaning at the taste. The vibration of it was enough to make you grind into him, you had half a mind to be embarrassed about that, but you couldn’t when the only thing that was on your mind was the man going down on you. Fuck, it felt like Heaven and Hell all wrapped into one, something devilishly devine. You moaned, unable to keep from doing so as you buried a hand in his hair.

It didn’t take very long for him to find your clit, circling around it with his tongue expertly, similar to that of a predator circling its prey. The man had a meal to eat and he was certainly going to enjoy every second of it, pulling you closer with his strong grip, forcing you to keep still as he relentlessly lapped and sucked at your clit. You could feel him groaning into you and you could tell he was moving as he ground down into the couch to fuck himself as he fucked you with his tongue.

You pulled at his hair, toes curling into the cushions as his tongue pushed into you, a cry of “Leon!” falling from your lips as he curled his tongue inside of you, nose pushing against your clit as you ground down against him.

“I’m so close, fuck–” That was all you could moan out as your walls clenched around his tongue, cumming intensely against it as he worked you through your high. You squirmed away from him once it felt a bit over stimulating and he got the gist, pulling away from your addictive pussy with your cum coating his nose and chin. He licked his lips and looked at you with heavy lidded eyes.

“Just one more time baby, please. You taste so good, let me make you cum on my tongue again.” He wanted to get absolutely wasted on your pussy. He pressed open mouthed kisses against the inside of your thigh, massaging your hips until you were ready for him to eat you out all over again.

He’d make you cum at least twice more before finally allowing himself to get off.

author’s note: hope y’all enjoyed. yes this is a repost, I got paranoid that no one would see the first

#leon kennedy x reader #re4make #re4 leon #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 smut #resident evil #leon kennedy x you #resident evil leon #idk what else to tag

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ripplestitchskein · 2 months

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I just saw the funniest thing about Stolitz and it really reinforced my belief that people just cannot handle the long period between episodes indie animation requires. They just cannot make connections for that long and their own personal expectations and imaginings of what it should be have too much time to percolate. As a recent comer to the HB fandom who watched the entirety of the series in a single afternoon and skipped the Pilot because it’s not canon I am having a completely different experience. I attribute this mostly to the Pilot, as that seems to have colored peoples opinions of Stolas and subsequently Stolitz in such a wild way and they had to sit with that characterization for so long they just cannot fathom that the story is playing out much differently than the Pilot set up. And yes a year is a long time to sit with expectations of a show direction and a characterization I won’t fault them for that.

“They turned Stolas into sad clown boy”. “The show is all about Stolitz relationship drama now”.

Did we watch the same Season 1, Episode 2? Because our first “real” introduction to Stolas is immediately good dad, sad owl boy, relationship with Blitzo. The first episode sets up the current state of the Blitzø/Stolas relationship, sets up the business and overall character dynamics but doesn’t really give us any information on their backgrounds or current emotional states. It hints at a few things coming up, a few things to look into further but nothing beyond surface level. As you’d expect from a first episode. The 2nd episode shows us that some major things were gonna be exploring are Blitzo and Stolas, Stolas and his family situation, Blitzo’s history as a clown and why he hates Fizzarolli bot so much, the Moxxie/Millie dynamic and brief brushings on Loona and how Blitzo interacts with his employees, but I’d say we actually get more information on Stolas and Stolitz earlier on in the show than we do anything else. It was setup from the beginning that these were all major premises we were going to explore and….WE DO. We start the season that way. We end the season a little further down the road but still focusing on those basic things setup in the first two episodes.

I see a lot of criticisms of the writing but from my perspective, watching them all in a row the writing is pretty spot on in terms of set up, change, payoff. And the structure is exactly what we expect for a multi season show. They introduce Stolitz at one point in their relationship in S1 Ep 1, and by Ozzie’s we have a very clear change that was progressed through the other episodes of the season. That same narrative thread, introduced at the beginning of the show is carried through into S2 and the underpinnings of reactions we saw in S1 episodes 1 and 2 are revealed throughout, we now see why Stolas and Blitzø react the way they did in S1Ep1 via the storytelling in S2Ep1 and the structure of those two being the first episodes of their respective seasons is exactly what a writer should do. They feed into each other perfectly. A person watching only those two episodes would have no trouble filling in the rest of the seasons or the story at large and that’s exactly what a serialized writer should do. The show didn’t change anything midstream, it didn’t shift plot points, it very clearly setup these pins to knock them down as we go on. Fizzarolli backstory? Done. Blitzo’s relationship with Millie and Moxie had several episodes of exploration, we see a bit more about Loona and Blitzo and Stolas’s marriage drama is the main catalyst for overall big drama and they are exactly where they should be if you are plotting this out using a three act structure for a television format.

Things are REVEALED they aren’t changed, and while real life concerns and schedules and business things do affect how episodes get released or how things play out or which characters are available to appear, not knowing any of that background until AFTER I had already watched the show I’d say the writers are doing a pretty remarkable job keeping the flow, of developing the characters and relationships and paying off what they setup waaay at the beginning 3 years ago when they released eps 1 and 2. They’ve also done a great job of giving every character a little moment to shine even though, as they established in episodes 1 and 2, the main focus is on Blitzø, Stolas and how their relationship is the catalyst for everything. That it’s why I.M.P does what it does.

I highly suggest people watch it from start to finish without the Pilot, or at least just the first two episodes and S2 Ep 1 and take into account what is shown and setup at the very start versus the story we are currently at and I really think it will show that nothing has changed, the story is progressing as it should, at the pace it should, and that the characters are growing and changing as they should based on the things that have occurred.

#helluva boss #Stolitz #Stolas x blitz #vivziepop

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steamberrystudio · 5 months

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19/11/2023

Hey everyone! Time for the bi-weekly tumblr update for Steamberry stuffs!

Summary

Finished writing all routes up through the end of chapter 9

Started working on editing for now

Added in-game achievements

Received some new BG art

Ramble

Okay, so writing-wise, I wrote Yren's content up through the end of chapter 9. Also revamped my end-route summaries for Yren and Raif.

The current word count is 426,000 words.

But I decided to hold off on finishing the endings for the four remaining routes. The main reason for this is that I have planned a lot of early-story changes that are going to shift the trajectory of the route endings. And I was really struggling with how to construct the route endings with those planned changes in a more nebulous state.

I usually try to avoid working out of order because I find it is not conducive to forward progress. But there are some points when you have to break the rules and go back to make important edits because you need them there in order to be able to move forward.

I'm kind of at that point.

So I decided I would fully edit Asher's route, which will allow me to inject all those planned changes into the story which will make it much easier to construct endings that call back to that earlier foreshadowing.

So writing-wise, that's what I've been doing this week. I am currently up to Chapter 6 in the edit (which means I'm a little less than half through the route).

Other Stuff:

I have received new BGs of course. Those are coming in at a fairly steady rate of 1.5 - 2 weeks each.

I also have decided to add in-game achievements to WSC. I've been thinking about it for a while but putting it off since I know that one more screen (like an achievements gallery) means more tweaks to the UI. But I finally sucked it up and did it anyway.

I've also been playing with a colour slider for Wil's sprite. I'm not going to go into detail about it here because I've talked about it more in depth on Patreon and will continue to post most of the details there.

But the idea is that instead of choosing from 3 skin tones and 2 hair colours, there would be colour sliders allowing for a much greater range of selection. One of the big concerns with colour sliders is whether or not the recolours can be made to look as good as recolouring manually - which has always been why I've stayed away from them.

The more complex shading styles have always struggled with colour sliders. But a developer friend - Feniks - has made a really cool and dynamic shader that actually can recreate even painterly or non-outlined art styles with incredible accuracy.

Using a slider is really useful because it increases the variations the player gets while *reducing* my work load. Instead of having to recolour manually, I would actually only need to colour everything once in grey scale.

Of course, it's not as easy as just dumping in the code and art. It requires some experimentation and learning but right now it is looking like I will be able to make it work. So I may be able to show off some examples in the future.

Screenshots:

None this time...

Upcoming Weeks:

I am currently editing Chapter 6 of asher/common routes and there are some pretty substantial edits I have to make.

It's always tricky to estimate what I will get done editing wise because editing does not flow at a more or less even pace like writing. Chapter 5, 6, and 7 had (and will have) major updates and changes so it may take a while to get through them. Though I'm already through with Ch 5. So...that's one of three.

Anyway.

And I'm also working on the GS lore book, still (LoL. 🙃). Someone today reminded me that I still need to go through all the deleted content to see if anything is salvageable for the lore book too.

😭

Thank you so much to that person (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. And you need to answer for your crimes, my friend.) 👀

#gilded shadows #whenstarscollide #indie otome #amare game #devlog #updates

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bethanydelleman · 7 months

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Hi! Love your blog :) I saw your previous reply about Jane Austen and cognitive neuroscience and it reminded me of a question I have about Persuasion that still haunts me, which I can't seem to find a definitive answer for on the general internet. So after Louisa is injured, its like she undergoes a pretty massive personality shift, leading up to her falling in love with Captain Benwick etc. My question is, is that change (in your opinion) supposed to be a mental trauma reaction, or more of a physical trauma reaction? Like are we supposed to infer that the brain tissue injury changed her or is it more like, she was in mental shock and also an invalid with plenty of time to brood on her role in things and that's what resulted in her being in a state of mind to love some poetry & Benwick? I do wonder if the total personality change is temporary or permanent, because sometimes people who undergo near-death experiences often have mental trauma-based reactions including apparently 180 degree personality shifts, but those don't last and as they heal from the trauma, they become closer to their older selves. In Louisa's case that would make for an interesting dynamic in her married life with Benwick if she goes back to her earlier personality eventually.

I personally think Louisa and Benwick's marriage is the most questionable one in all of Austen's works! Forget age gaps, no one should be getting married a few months after major brain trauma... I mean unless they were already engaged... maybe.

These are the two quotes about Louisa after the injury that are important here:

She saw no reason against their being happy. Louisa had fine naval fervour to begin with, and they would soon grow more alike. He would gain cheerfulness, and she would learn to be an enthusiast for Scott and Lord Byron; nay, that was probably learnt already; of course they had fallen in love over poetry. The idea of Louisa Musgrove turned into a person of literary taste, and sentimental reflection was amusing, but she had no doubt of its being so. The day at Lyme, the fall from the Cobb, might influence her health, her nerves, her courage, her character to the end of her life, as thoroughly as it appeared to have influenced her fate.

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He answered rather hesitatingly, “Yes, I believe I do; very much recovered; but she is altered; there is no running or jumping about, no laughing or dancing; it is quite different. If one happens only to shut the door a little hard, she starts and wriggles like a young dab-chick in the water; and Benwick sits at her elbow, reading verses, or whispering to her, all day long.” Anne could not help laughing. “That cannot be much to your taste, I know,” said she; “but I do believe him to be an excellent young man.” “To be sure he is. Nobody doubts it; and I hope you do not think I am so illiberal as to want every man to have the same objects and pleasures as myself. I have a great value for Benwick; and when one can but get him to talk, he has plenty to say. His reading has done him no harm, for he has fought as well as read. He is a brave fellow. I got more acquainted with him last Monday than ever I did before. We had a famous set-to at rat-hunting all the morning in my father’s great barns; and he played his part so well that I have liked him the better ever since.”

So firstly, Louisa was already into the navy and Wentworth, she has retained that interest. However, we will recall that Louisa's interest in the navy sprang to life in moments after meeting the handsome captain. But she's 19 years old, so sudden interests in things that a handsome guy likes are perfectly normal! I'm sure she's learned to appreciate poetry in all the time she had to be quiet and still.

Secondly, what Charles observes is likely lingering effects of brain trauma or what we might call post-concussion syndrome (Louisa had a worse injury than what is commonly called a concussion). Louisa's brain is still healing. She will probably begin to dance again at some point, depending on what damage is long lasting. This is the tricky thing with brains, permanent damage can be extremely varied. One person ends up with aphasia (trouble speaking), another with ataxia (trouble with muscle coordination), and a third with memory problems and so on. However, Louisa is young and her brain is still plastic (adaptable); hopefully she will recover completely without deficits.

Lastly, I included the part about Benwick being a great rat-hunter because we have to remember, he's not all poetry. He is in the navy, he is apparently competent to be promoted so early and we know he has a good fortune. He's a good guy, he's passionate, I'm sure he wants to make his wife happy.

So... I think they'll be fine. Louisa was going to mature no matter what, Benwick is a good person, and they will grow more alike. If not, navy wives weren't always able to travel with their husbands, so Benwick might be away for long periods of time and Louisa might be home with the kids.

But I still advise anyone to wait at least a year before marrying after a major brain trauma! (semi-expert advice, don't sue me)

#question response #jane austen #louisa musgrove #captain benwick #bad life decisions

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theamityelf · 3 months

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Hey! (this is my first time asking and i'm nervous asf) So we know Matsuda and Sakakura played roles into making Hajime become Izuru. How would you interpet Makoto finding out about this information and how they treat Reserve Course students? I know canon him likes to see the best in people but for the sake of Hinaegi/Kamuegi how would you make him react? Like could you imagine pregame Makoto seeing how Sakukura has Hajime on the grown with his foot on him spouting his bullshit to his boyfriend who already has major insecurities or finding out during/after the tragedy.

Ooh, I think, if he walked up on that interaction, he would push Sakakura. Not even as a planned thing; he just would run and shove Sakakura off his friend. Or try to. Sakakura would probably not be bested by the maneuver and Makoto might end up on the ground himself. I could see Sakakura, without budging from Hajime, just flinging an arm out to shove Makoto aside and barking, "Get to class, luckster; this doesn't concern you." And Makoto would not leave; he would argue back.

My thought is, this guy tried to punch Monokuma twice; I think his seeing the best in people tends to take power dynamic into account. When the Remnants of Despair are under his power, he sees the best in them and wants to help them. When he's under Monokuma's power, he's pretty consistently aggro towards him. When he meets Junko in the trial, he's determined to win against her. When she loses and is about to start the execution, at that point the power dynamic has shifted and also he doesn't want her to die just in general.

So yeah, coming up on a situation where someone drastically bigger and stronger than Hajime is literally stepping on him, I think he would get up in Sakakura's face and stay in his face until something happens.

My personal dream version of that scenario (other than the happy, 'Hajime sees that having someone care about you is more important than having a talent and makes huge progress in unlearning the Hope's Peak mindset' version of events, which is nice but maybe not as fun) is:

Makoto intervenes. He's persistent. Sakakura shoves him in a way that causes a mild injury. Nothing hugely debilitating, but something that bleeds and will leave a scar. I'm picturing him skinning an arm or leg on the ground, something like that. Hajime feels powerless and like he got Makoto into trouble because he was too worthless and Makoto is too loyal.

But this is Makoto, so of course they don't get far into the confrontation before one of his classmates/friends spots them. If we're being nice, maybe it's Sakura, who could absolutely take Sakakura in a fight. If we're adding insult to injury, though, let's say it's Byakuya. Because while having Sakura break up the fight by being level-headed and strong would still feed into Hajime's feelings of inferiority, having Byakuya, who was already vying for Makoto's attention, be the one to save the day just because of who he is would add that extra sting.

So Byakuya is able to end the confrontation with his family name and his air of confidence, and Makoto thanks him and then turns his attention to Hajime. (Which would annoy Byakuya more, if the broader situation hadn't turned out so in his favor.) Hajime just can't look at either of them, because the past few minutes have been humiliating and only further cemented in his mind that he doesn't deserve Makoto. Makoto comforts him, and I imagine he's able to get Hajime to look at him and he sneaks Hajime into the infirmary inside the main course building, to get looked at, and eventually Hajime is back to smiling and making conversation.

But he's decided he's going through with the Hope Cultivation Plan.

And later, Izuru sees the scar on Makoto and asks about it, and when he finds out how he got it, Sakakura earns a very powerful enemy.

(I'm honored to be your first ask! I hope my response was satisfactory, lol.)

#danganronpa #hinaegi school au #hinaegi #makoto naegi #juzo sakakura #hajime hinata #kamuegi

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licncourt · 6 months

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I totally understand your opinion about amc Lestat but don't you think this could just be Louis' perspective on him? Or Claudia herself? They portrayed Lestat as a demon in first book, I want to give a chance to the 2 second , the show plays a lot with things from point of view and memory, I think people are giving up too soon...

I've talked about this before, but it was over a year ago now so I'll explain again.

While I understand where you're coming from, I honestly don't think it would matter to me. Even if what happened in ep 5 was 100% something Louis or Claudia dreamed up, I would still have major issues because:

Even though ep 1 had a content warning for Paul's suicide, there was absolutely nothing before ep 5, something that the viewers had established trust with the creators to do. I think there's one now on AMC+, but that was added weeks later after backlash. The showrunners doubling down and the episode director almost mocking fans who were upset was incredibly tasteless as well.

The story as pitched by the showrunners feels very much like bait and switch false advertising. It was pitched to the viewers as a gothic love story that was "the most faithful adaptation of IWTV ever". Not to mention the insane tonal shift into something that moved from fantasy violence against NPCs to brutal domestic violence and the vampire version of sexual assault. Anyone coming from the books had no reason to anticipate this dynamic between Loustat, nor would anyone who checked out the source material prior to see if they would be okay with it

If they go the "Louis/Claudia imagined this/made it up/misremembered the events" route, I think that's a questionable at best and offensive at worst narrative to put forth about domestic violence victims since the showrunners seem to not see anything wrong with it. Portraying it is one thing, not seeing how presenting domestic abuse as "the fallibility of memory" is pretty messed up is another

Especially considering Rolin Jones' comments after one of the episodes that he wanted to "play with race" as a white man, I find the ep 5 events combined with the dynamic in ep 6 gross as hell. It's explicitly referred to as being like a master/slave relationship, that's insane considering the stated goal of the show was to make the story modern and racially aware. Obviously AMC wants Loustat to be romantic endgame, but they're starting off with a white man basically owning his black partner and child like animals

My problems with the episode also extend to Claudia's sexual assault. Again, not something that was in the book at all but rather added by a white male creator because I guess that's the only way women are allowed to face adversity in media. Claudia is already an incredibly tragic character, that was absurd to add for what, drama? Having Daniel make cruel comments about it to Louis and having Lestat (a canon sexual assault victim) mock her for it is the cherry on top.

Overall it was just a really shitty thing for the creators to do no matter what the ultimate outcome. Several of my good friends who are book fans were extremely triggered by the scene and totally blindsided by something that felt completely gratuitous and honestly like shock bait to be edgy and generate social media buzz. Again, unbelievably tasteless.

I don't have any faith in the good intentions of the creators anymore, and that sucks because there were a lot of good things about the show before that.

#obligatory reminder that enjoying the show is fine! these are just my reasons for disliking how it went #i also don't really want to argue about it or discuss it a ton bc that's not what my blog is about!#answered #amc hot takes

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Touchy - Matthew Casey Imagine (Chicago Fire)

Title: Touchy

Pairing: Matthew Casey X Reader

Word Count: 983 words

Warning(s): none that I can think of

Summary: Matthew and (Y/n) have a conversation about an interesting pattern that he's noticed.

Author's Note: And look at that... yet another self-comfort fic. I am craving physical affection.

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I hadn't noticed it was a pattern.

I knew that I had always leaned towards the touchier side of affection. It wasn't shocking that my love language was physical touch.

I tended to always be holding Matthew's hand or leaning on his side. I liked hugging him and kissing his cheek. Do not get me started on cuddling. I would never stop talking about it.

Being affectionate like that felt natural.

I tried to avoid doing any of that at work. Not only for Matthew's sake but for everyone else's. It was a workplace. I was okay with keeping my hands to myself on shift.

However, that meant when I got home, I felt free to hug and kiss Matthew as much as he let me.

I was under the impression that he like how I would immediately hug him when both got through the door and how I refused to cook- or let him cook- alone because I wanted to hold him or be held and how when we sat down on the couch to relax, I always ended up with my legs in his lap, my arms around him, and my head on his shoulder.

Again, I didn't really notice that it was a major pattern.

I was under that impression until Matthew said something.

"Can I ask you something," he leaned on the counter while I closed the oven door and set the timer.

"Sure," I nodded. "What's up?"

He let out a breath, trying to figure out how to word what he was going to say, "Why do you touch me so much?"

"I'm sorry," I asked.

"You hug me the minute we're inside, we are holding hands all the time, I don't think either one of us has cooked alone since you moved in, you almost lay completely on top of me at night," he listed. "I'm just... I'm wondering why."

I paused. I never thought about it in a lot of detail.

"Umm," I furrowed my eyes and looked down at the countertop. I finally looked back at him. "I... I've never thought about it."

"Really?"

I shrugged, "Not... not really. I mean... I guess I just like it."

There was a small pause between us as I thought about it.

"I mean... my parents weren't really super... touchy," I continued, feeling a need to explain the thought process. "I guess I just really wanted that physical affection... now that I'm in a relationship... a good relationship... I can be that way."

He nodded.

He leaned over and kissed the side of my head, wrapping his arms around me.

"I was just curious; I wasn't trying to pry."

I nodded and turned in his arms. I hugged him back and hid my face in the crook of his neck.

I thought about that question all night. I was worried that I had read the situation wrong. Maybe he didn't want me to be like that. Maybe that was his way of telling me. I didn't want to make him unhappy.

I tried to test the waters for the rest of the night. After dinner, I didn't do my normal curling-into-Matthew's-side thing. I just held his hand and leaned my head on his shoulder. When we went to bed, I tried to stay off to the side for the most part.

I couldn't tell if he liked it more or not. I just felt like it was the right thing to do at the time.

I just didn't want to overstep any more than I already had.

--next day--

I had tried to shrug off the events of last night while on the way to work.

I mostly managed to do that. Still, it always poked at the back of my mind. It was weird to think about changing my dynamic with Matthew, but I would if he was happier that way.

I was in the main breakroom with pretty much everyone else. Sylvie and I were by the counter, talking about something over a cup of coffee when I saw Matthew walk in.

I grinned at him, waving. I thought he was just walking through.

"Hey," he said, walking over to me.

I was caught off-guard when he grabbed my waist and kissed me in the middle of the room. I didn't get a chance to react when he leaned back. He kissed my forehead and nudged my nose lightly with his before stepping back and leaving the room.

I looked at Sylvie as he walked out. We both looked equally shocked. She knew that Matthew and I had a work boundary.

"Damn, that was new," I looked over when I heard Kelly speak up. I saw that everyone was watching me.

"Go," Sylvie told me, taking the cup from my hand.

I nodded and walked out of the room quickly.

"Hey," I said as I walked over to Matthew. I grabbed his hand and walked off to the side. "What was that?"

"What," he asked, playing dumb.

"You're kidding, right," I replied. "The kiss and the nose nudge?"

He grinned, looking down for a moment.

"So?"

"I... I felt like a dick after last night," he explained. "I immediately noticed you pulling away and I felt like shit for that. I don't want you to believe that I don't love our normal. I was... I was trying to show that I like your need for physical affection. It's adorable and I don't want you to stop doing it because I was an asshole."

I just kind of looked at him.

"Please just go back to being super affectionate and cuddly," he begged, pulling me into his arms. "Please."

I nodded, "I can arrange that."

He chuckled, "Good... because I was going to be a mess if you said no."

I chuckled.

"Don't judge me," he muttered, kissing my head. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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sounds so pretty when you beg. (5/?)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson desperately needs to graduate this year, and you're the only tutor that hasn't turned him down. (this is part 5 of this series!)

warnings: cursing, fighting, angst, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 6.9k

a/n: i’m so sorry i’m posting this so late. this is 18 pages of angst and pure filth. I didn’t know how to stop. forgive me, for i have fucking sinned. if you don’t like smut or sexual content is not for you, please feel free to skip this part! I am so grateful for all the kind words and responses to this series (which I will eventually name). as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated! please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

tags: @uraveragequeer @rosaline-black @willowss055 @lovsersclub @bellegirl16 @boeutiful

My mom had told the school that I had come down with the flu. I spent the majority of the past few days in bed, wallowing in my own self pity. I didn’t want to think about what had happened. I didn’t want to think about him. I re-read the books on my shelves that I had already read a thousand times. I watched sappy romantic comedies, crying over a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream wondering, why can’t that be me? When was it my turn for everything to work out by the end?

I thought about how if my life was a John Hughes film, this would be the part where Eddie realized he was wrong and showed up in the pouring rain to confess his undying love for me. Or more likely, when I finally returned to school, he would stand on one of the cafeteria tables and shout it for the whole student body to hear. We would exchange passionate climatic monologues, he would grab my face and kiss me, the entire school would cheer for us, and the credits would roll with an impeccable soundtrack. But unfortunately, my life was nothing even close to a John Hughes film.

The only person I had even spoken to lately was Nancy. She called about twice a day to check on me, and stopped by to drop off my homework and assignments. She was the first person I called after everything happened. She immediately rushed over, held onto my hand as I fought through choked sobs to speak, and gently brushed my tears away. Nancy was always a good listener, and she had a calming effect on people. I always felt at ease in her company. She’d had her own fairshare of heartbreak and knew exactly what to say.

My mom knew for a fact I wasn’t sick, but she didn’t press it. She had attempted to get me to open up several times about what was really going on, but I told her I was just stressed out from school and college applications and needed a break. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my mom, we were actually pretty close. She had me when she was my age, which created an interesting dynamic for us. Often times, I felt like I was the parent. A carefree woman had created a very careful daughter. It always felt like we were growing up together.

I just didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t trust my mom’s advice when it came to boys. She was a bit of a..incurable romantic, currently looking for husband number three. The first time I told her I had a boyfriend, she completely freaked out. I had never even voiced an interest in boys before. She shifted between excitement, telling me how happy she was, wanting to know every single detail about him and how cute he was, to panicking and rushing to schedule me an appointment to get on birth control while giving me the most detailed story about my birth that I never ever wanted to hear. By the time I got her to settle down, I had whiplash.

She was currently dashing around to get ready for a date with some guy named Tom. Or..Todd. Tim? Definitely something with a “T”.

“Does this look okay?”

“You look great.”

“You said that about the past four outfits.”

“Well, they all looked great. Everything looks great on you.”

It was true. Everything looked great on my mom. She was one of those people that was annoyingly beautiful. Everytime I had friends over, or had a partner come over to study, they gushed about how “hot” my mom was. Most people didn’t even believe she was my mom. They all insisted we were sisters. It is extremely hard, and awkward, to try your hand at dating when everyone is more attracted to your mom than you.

“Alright, I’m off. There’s money on the counter for food. Are you sure you’re gonna be okay honey? I can stay if you need me too. Or, maybe Nancy and Robin could come over?”

“I’ll be fine, mom. Have fun with Tom.”

“His name is John, Y/N.”

Wow, I was way off.

“Sure, have fun. Don’t stay out too late, you know your curfew.”

“Ha ha, very funny. I’ll be home by eleven. And you..don’t drink all my wine. If you’re gonna have a glass, save some for me. Don’t be stingy.”

I had thought about calling Nancy or Robin, but it was Saturday night, and I knew they had plans. I didn’t want to ruin their evening. Not that they wouldn’t come if I asked, I just..wasn’t in the mood to be around anyone. I didn’t want anyone staring at me like a wounded animal, choosing their words carefully and walking on eggshells like I would break at any moment if they said the wrong thing. I didn’t mind being alone.

I’d decided to start my John Hughes marathon back up with The Breakfast Club and popped the tape into the VCR. It was one of my favorite movies of all time. Although this time around, I found myself paying more attention to Bender than usual. My eyes normally lingered on Anthony Michael Hall, but suddenly Judd Nelson was very captivating. Was he that attractive last time I watched this? I was a good thirty minutes into the movie when I had an epiphany on why I was so enraptured with him. He reminded me of Eddie. God, what is with me and long haired brunette drug dealing delinquents?

As I began to question my troubling taste in guys, there were three loud knocks that sounded against my front door. I rolled my eyes and glanced over at the clock in the kitchen. It had only been about an hour since my mom had left. Was the date that bad? Impatient knocks quickly turned into an even more impatient pounding of a fist against the hard wood repeatedly. I groaned as I sat my ice cream down and tossed my spoon onto the coffee table. Irritation spread like wildfire throughout my veins and I stomped over towards the front door. Was a relaxing, quiet and peaceful evening too much to ask?

“My God mom, you have a key for a reason! I swear to everything if you lost yours again I am going to ground you into next-”

As soon as I had furiously whipped the door open, I instantly slammed it shut.

Nope.

I spun on my heel and marched directly back towards the living room, hearing the sound of the front door opening and shutting again with a little less force.

“Do you greet everyone like that, sunshine?”

“Go away, Eddie.”

“Look I came over for a very different reason, but now I gotta know why you’re the one doing the grounding around here. How does that even work? I mean does your mom-”

“What do you want, Munson?”

I flung the remote onto the couch after pausing the movie, crossing my arms over my chest and glared across the room at Eddie. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with his ramblings. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him in general. He stared at me for a moment, his lips parted, and wrung his hands slowly in front of his stomach. The only time Eddie was ever quiet was when he was unsure of himself. He awkwardly scratched at the back of his neck and gestured towards me.

“I..uh..I wanted to check on you.”

“You wanted to check on me?”

“Yeah..well ya’know..you uh..haven’t been to school in a few days.”

“I’m sick.”

“Sick..right. Practically on your deathbed.”

I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t handle Eddie smiling at me with those stupid dimples and cracking jokes like nothing had happened between us. Anger bubbled inside me at how casual he was being, like he hadn’t practically ripped my heart out of my chest mere days ago. I clenched my fists and stormed into the kitchen, picking up the phone and aggressively dialing the number I knew without a doubt would make him go away.

“Look I just-wait, who are you calling?”

“Jason.”

“What?! Why?!

“Figured if I tell him Eddie Munson let himself into my house and won’t leave, he’ll come running. You know, since that seems to be his new thing.”

Eddie frantically reached out to pull the phone’s cord out of the jack and stood in front of the wall guarding it. He held his hands up in surrender and let his plump lips settle into a thin line. I sent a death glare up at him as the line went dead, slamming the phone against the hook.

“Give it back.”

“Just give me five minutes. Please? Five minutes, that’s all. Then you can tell me to fuck off and kick me out.”

Even though Eddie’s mouth was fixated into a frown, there was a soft pleading expression gleaming in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him in several days. I had tried my hardest not to think about him, but no matter what I did, he was there. As much as I tried to fight it, he still invaded my dreams and weaved his way into my subconscious thoughts. It felt like I was being haunted.

Sensing the falter in my fury, Eddie took a bold step forward towards me, his hands still held up in surrender like I would change my mind and attack at any moment. His scent wrapped around me and further eroded my resolve. He was magnetic, and I felt myself being drawn in closer. God, giving in would be so easy. I could just rush forward and grab onto him, let him wrap his arms around me and hold me close, whisper sweet nothings into my ear. We could just forget everything and go back to normal. It could be so easy.

But then the memory of Eddie’s vicious words and the way he had looked at me flashed in my brain, and every thought about giving in went up in flames. My heart crumbled all over again, and anger once again found a home within me. I took a step back and looked up at him with a deep scowl, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Two minutes. I have a date with Anthony Michael Hall and you’re ruining it.”

“I thought you didn’t like blonde, blue-eyed jocks.”

“First of all, Anthony Michael Hall never plays the jock. He’s always the sweet nerd who should get the girl. Second of all, I never said that wasn’t my type, just that Jason Carver wasn’t. Is this really what you want to talk about right now? Cause you’re down to a minute and thirty seconds, Munson.”

“Jesus, remind me never to piss you off again. I miss the nice, sweet Y/N.”

“Well I miss the Eddie Munson who wasn’t a complete and total dick to me.”

I hadn’t meant to sound so emotional, or yell at him, but all of the feelings I had been avoiding the past couple of days had come back full force the second I saw his face on the other side of the door. Eddie winced at my words, bowing his head in shame and letting out a deep sigh. He screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, placing his other hand on his hip.

“I..I know. I..look, about what I said the other day-”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Mrs. O’Donnell keeps giving you those extra credit assignments so you can pass all on your own without me. I’ll tell her that everything was all my fault and that I failed you. And then I’ll tell Principal Higgins the fight was because of me so you don’t get in trouble and still get to graduate. I’ll make sure everyone knows that everything was all my fault and I’m the one who ruined everything.”

I don’t know at what part I started crying, but suddenly I felt wetness on my cheeks and noticed my vision had gone blurry. All of the pain I felt in the tutoring center was spreading everywhere again. I couldn’t hear anything but Eddie’s cruel words over and over in my head. My chest felt tight and I was completely overwhelmed. I barely registered the feeling of Eddie’s large hands on my cheeks.

“Hey hey, no no no no no. Please..please don’t cry Y/N. I’m..fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry sweetheart. Please don’t cry. C’mere.”

I braced my palms against his chest when he tried to pull me in closer, frantically shaking my head. I couldn’t be near him. I couldn’t give into him. I needed to know why.

“You..you were so mean to me, Eddie. No one..has ever spoken to me like that..and you are the last person that I ever thought would. How could you say those things to me? And just..leave me there like that? I..I thought..I thought that you-”

“Y/N..”

“I just didn’t want you to get in trouble, Eddie! I didn’t want to be the reason you didn’t graduate. I didn’t want you to hate me for that.”

“Hate you? Angel, no. I could never hate you. Never. Hey, look at me.”

I shook my head slowly as I sat down on the couch, wrapping my arms around myself. I couldn’t look at him. I’d lose it all over again. I couldn’t see the hurt on his face. The frown on his lips. I’d just want to lean in and kiss it all away. Eddie sighed as he kneeled down in front of me and cautiously placed his hands on my bare thighs. If this were any other situation, I would be fucking elated that he was touching me like this. I would probably be a pathetic mess.

“Sweetheart..please. Please look at me.”

His voice sounded broken, like he was on the verge of tears. God, how many times could my heart break in one sitting? I focused on the rings on his fingers instead, taking a moment to savor every detail of them in case this was it. The last time I would ever be this close to Eddie Munson. I noticed a light tear on the cuff of his leather jacket, a small split in the worn fabric above his wrist. The metal of the chain dangling from it felt cold against my thigh. His thumb was drawing faint circles above my knee. His skin was always so warm against mine. I had missed his touch so much. Eddie gingerly reached out to hook his index finger under my chin and I slowly lifted my head to find him staring at me, the ghost of a smile forming over his lips.

“There she is. There’s my pretty girl.”

My pretty girl.

“Eddie.”

I hadn’t meant for it to come out as a whimper. I barely recognized my own voice. It sounded so small, so weak.

“Please..please just hear me out, okay? Because if I don’t say this now, I don’t know if I ever will. I..I’m really sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I’m so fucking sorry that I was such an asshole to you that day. I just..I didn’t understand why you were mad at me for defending you and then you..you said I wasn’t your boyfriend and that wasn’t my job and I..fuck that just..sucked. Because..”

“Because?”

“Because I want to be.”

“Want to be what?”

Eddie stared at me for a moment, that unreadable expression coating his face again. His eyes seemed to be searching mine for something. I desperately wanted to know what it was. I wanted to know what answer he was looking for, and what he wanted. I would give him anything.

“Your boyfriend.”

All of the oxygen that was in my lungs seemed to be knocked out with just those two little words. I found myself struggling to wrap my head around them. My brain refused to accept what Eddie had just said. Surely, I had heard him wrong. He must have said something else, and my brain just had a sick sense of humor. There was no way he just said that.

“You..w-what?”

“Do you remember what we were talking about before Carver interrupted?”

I had been so focused on the terrible events of that day, I hadn’t thought about the better moments. I had almost forgotten that Eddie had held me against his chest, had smiled at me with those dimples I love and showed off his hard work. He looked so proud, and I was so proud of him. I remember him telling me our tutoring session was off Friday after school..I remember him looking nervous..he was trying to ask me something. What was it?

“You..you were going to ask me something.”

Eddie nodded his head slowly, his thumb still drawing invisible portraits on my thigh. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, a timid smile appearing on his mouth.

“I was going to ask you on a date.”

Fuck Jason Carver. Fuck him and his stupid ego and his stupid beliefs and his stupid sense of entitlement and his stupid friends that ruin everything. The sadness that lingered in my bones all at once ignited into rage.

“Are you fucking kidding me?

Eddie’s eyebrows raised significantly as his mouth fell open, eyes as wide as I had ever seen them. He was clearly shocked by my outburst.

“You mean to tell me that if Jason had just minded his own business, you were going to ask me out on a date, and my perfect attendance wouldn’t have been ruined?”

“Um..yes?”

I couldn’t see anything other than red. All of this..everything that had transpired, was all because of Jason fucking Carver. If he hadn’t placed some predatory claim over me, I could have been hanging out with Eddie and his friends everyday at lunch. I could’ve tutored him somewhere else that wasn’t under the protection of our feared librarian. Eddie Munson would have asked me out on a date. I wouldn’t have missed school. Eddie Munson and I would be dating right now. He would have kissed me, and I would have let him. I probably would have let him do anything to me. But all of that was ruined by Jason fucking Carver.

“I’m sorry, did you just..say ‘fuck’?”

“Shut it, Munson. You’re still on my shit list.”

“Since when do you swear so much?”

“Eddie, I swear to-”

“I’m not complaining. It’s actually kind of hot.”

My threats died on my tongue as soon as those plump lips of his curled into a wicked smirk. I felt dizzy from the whiplash of all the emotions I had been processing since Eddie walked through my front door. I’m pretty sure I went through the five stages of grief in about thirty seconds.

“So..does this mean you forgive me?”

“Maybe.”

“I can work with maybe. Now that that’s settled, can we talk about the fact that you’re not wearing pants?”

There was a wolfish grin stretched wide across his mouth, and he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I was suddenly painfully aware that the only articles of clothing I had on were an oversized tshirt, panties, and a fuzzy pair of bunny slippers.

“I..I w-wasn’t expecting company.”

“I like the slippers. They’re a nice touch.”

I thought I was going to faint. Eddie Munson was on his knees, between my thighs, and his large hands were touching my bare skin. If he moved his hands up any higher, my lower half would be completely exposed. My skin burned under his touch and my breathing became a little erratic.

“You’re awfully quiet now all of a sudden. Not mad at me anymore?”

“I..um..”

“Words, angel. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

Eddie was staring at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. It made me shiver under his gaze. I couldn’t help myself from glancing between his large hands and his plump lips. They were so close. So close to where I wanted them.

Eddie raised one of his hands up to my mouth, gingerly swiping his thumb across my bottom lip. My lips parted as he gently grasped my chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I..I don’t know what to say.”

My brain had completely shut down. I couldn’t form words. I couldn’t focus on anything other than Eddie’s touch and the way he was staring at me.

“How about you answer a question for me then, yeah? Can you do that for me?”

I nodded my head as I stared into his deep brown eyes. I didn’t trust myself to even attempt to speak. I’m pretty sure it would have come out as babbling, incoherent nonsense.

“What would you have said?”

“Huh?”

“If I had gotten to ask you out on that date. What would’ve been your answer?”

I hesitated only for a second. Because I knew my answer. But I also knew that once I said it, things would never go back to being the same between us. The invisible line we danced around would vanish. We couldn’t pretend or deny if we both confessed. We could never go back. But all at once, I didn’t give a single fuck.

“Yes.”

My cheeks flamed as soon as I blurted that word out. The room immediately felt entirely too hot and too small, and if Eddie kept looking at me like that, I was sure I was going to combust. I could feel wetness pooling between my thighs with a vengeance. I shifted in my spot and pressed my thighs together tightly, which did not go unnoticed by Eddie. He gripped both of my thighs in his large hands gently, leaning in slowly until our faces were less than a centimeter apart.

I could feel his hot breath fanning over my face. He was so close. If I moved even slightly, our lips would touch. I was overcome with desire, and I searched my body for even an ounce of confidence to grab a small fistful of his shirt. I wanted him. I didn’t care if Jason Carver didn’t like it. I didn’t care if the whole school called me a cult apologist. I didn’t care if the town labeled me just another freak. I wanted Eddie Munson, and I wasn’t going to let anything else get in the fucking way.

“Eddie..”

My voice came out in a breathy whine that I didn’t even recognize. I sounded so needy, and I didn’t even care. I didn’t feel any shame whatsoever. Eddie’s hands traveled up my thighs, grabbing onto my hips through the thin material of my shirt and nudged his nose against mine.

“What is it angel?

“Please..please kiss me.”

“Sound so pretty when you beg, sweet girl.”

Eddie wasted no time crashing his lips against mine and I moaned at how good it felt. His lips were so much softer than I ever imagined. I tugged him impossibly closer by my grip on his shirt, inviting him even further in between my thighs. I had never been kissed like this before. Every nerve ending was standing on full alert and I swore I could see fireworks erupting behind my eyelids. Eddie gripped onto the back of my head, swiping his tongue along my bottom lip asking silently for permission to go further.

I greedily accepted his tongue into my mouth and allowed him to take control. He tasted like mint, and something else that I could only assume was weed. I was intoxicated by him. I never wanted to stop kissing him, but I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I reluctantly pulled away to catch my breath, panting as I stared up at Eddie through heavy lids.

“Fuck..you have no idea what you do to me sweetheart.”

“Show me.”

There was a low growl that sounded in the back of Eddie’s throat at my words. His normally sweet brown eyes were now almost completely black with lust. I gripped at the hem of my shirt that had ridden up my thighs, wringing it in anticipation.

“Jesus sweetheart..you can’t say shit like that to me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m gonna cream my fucking pants.”

I giggled softly, my hand shooting up to cover my mouth at Eddie’s groan. I carefully moved to sit on my knees on the couch in front of him. Even with him on his knees on the floor in front of me, I still had to look up at him. I slowly reached out with shaky hands to grab the collar of his jacket, steadily pushing it over his broad shoulders and down the expanse of his arms. Eddie clenched his fists at his sides, swallowing thickly as he looked at me.

“What are you doing baby?”

“I..I want you to show me..things.”

“What kind of things?”

“Um..like..what I do to you?”

“Y/N..”

“I wanna show you too.”

Eddie’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he stared at me, lips parted in complete surprise.

“Show me?”

“W-what you..do to me too.”

Eddie was completely silent for a moment and I started to panic that I had maybe taken things a bit to far. I tucked my hair behind my ears and sat back on my heels, staring down at my hands as I avoided his gaze.

“I..we don’t have to..I mean only if..i-if you want to. I just thought..”

“If I want to? Are you fucking kidding me? Jesus Christ sweetheart, I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw your cute little ass in the tutoring center.”

Eddie placed his large hands on either side of my thighs, leaning in to brush his nose against mine once again. His eyes had returned to their normal deep chocolate hue. His attention shifted between my eyes and my lips.

“Look I just..I don’t want you to think that’s why I’m here. I wasn’t expecting anything, I mean I certainly wasn’t fucking expecting this. I don’t expect anything from you, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I like you, Y/N. So fucking much. And for whatever fucking reason, you seem to like me back. I’m not even going to get into that because I don’t think I will ever be able to understand what the fuck I did so right that I landed you but..that’s enough for me. You’re enough for me. I’m happy just to get to hold your fucking hand, okay? So don’t feel..ya’know..pressured or anything.”

My heart swelled with adoration at Eddie’s words. They only made my desire for him grow even stronger. He was such a stark contrast to the last guy I dated, not just in demeanor and outwardly appearance, but in the way he treated me. My ex used to always try to pressure me into doing things I wasn’t ready for, and made me feel like some frigid prude. I wasn’t opposed to sex, I certainly wasn’t saving myself for marriage, I just never felt the desire like I do for Eddie. I never felt uncomfortable with him, and him telling me that I was all he wanted only made me want him even more. I gently grabbed his large hand and smiled softly.

“I know. But I..I want to. I just..don’t know how.”

“Don’t know how what, baby?”

“Um..everything, I guess? I..I’ve only ever kissed a boy before..and it wasn’t anything like that.”

Eddie beamed at my statement that had clearly stroked his ego. He didn’t tease or make fun of the fact that I was a virgin. He cupped my face in one of his large hands, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone as he lightly squeezed my hand that he was holding.

“How about this, you tell me when you’re ready and what for, and I’ll teach you. We won’t do anything unless you say so. You hold all the power here, pretty girl. And the second you feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable, we stop. No questions asked. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good.”

Eddie pressed a quick kiss to my lips, standing from his kneeled position and plopped down next to me on the couch. He was in the middle of kicking off his sneakers when I rushed out my first request.

“I want you to touch me.”

“Jesus fucking Christ-are you trying to kill me?!”

I couldn’t help but laugh as Eddie whipped his head around to stare at me incredulously, his foot hanging halfway out of his shoe.

“You said to tell you what I was ready for and when.”

“Well..yeah but..fuck, right now?”

“I mean..I’m kind of..”

“Kind of what?”

“Why don’t you feel for yourself?”

I wasn’t sure where my boldness was coming from. I don’t know if I was just so turned on and aching to be touched I didn’t care how desperate I seemed, or if it was knowing that Eddie wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I reached for one of his large hands and guided it in between my thighs, pressing his palm against the front of my panties. I sighed at the contact, knowing he could feel the heat from the fire roaring down there.

“Oh my fucking God.”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, his lips parting in a shaky breath. The cold metal of his rings felt so nice against my heated skin.

“Is this..just from kissing?”

“I..you’re a really good kisser.”

I blushed profusely as I stared down at where his hand was between my thighs. Eddie leaned in closer, gently grabbing my face and turning it to face him. That lust blown look was in his eyes again.

“You swear this is what you what?”

I nodded my head slowly, leaning in closer to try and capture his lips.

“Uh uh. I need words, sweetheart. Be a good girl and use your words.”

Good girl. Those two simple words went straight to my core and I audibly gasped. Eddie clenched his jaw at my reaction, his eyes locked on mine. There was a wicked smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.

“I..I want this Eddie. I swear.”

“You’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much? Promise?”

“I promise.”

Something switched inside Eddie. Those little words of confirmation were all he needed. His large hands gripped onto my hips and without warning lifted my body over onto his lap. No one had ever manhandled me like that before and God did I love it. Eddie pulled me closer on his lap, causing the rough denim of his jeans to brush against my panties. I let out a soft moan at the contact, shyly smacking my hand over my mouth.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Let me hear it, baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

Eddie surged forward and attached his lips against my neck. I gripped onto his shoulders, tilting my head back to grant him more access. He trailed his tongue from the shell of my ear down to my collarbone, nipping at the skin lightly. I involuntarily ground my hips down against Eddie’s lap at the sensation, causing his grip to tighten on my hips.

“Fuck..do that again.”

Eddie’s words of encouragement flooded me with a new found confidence as I started to languidly move my hips against his. The moans that came from his mouth were like fucking music to my ears. I could feel him getting hard beneath me, which filled me with a sense of pride and power I had never felt before. I shifted my hips so that when I moved, his bulge pressed directly against my clit. I stuttered only for a moment, a louder more sinful moan falling from my hips. Eddie’s grip kept me from moving any further.

“Fuck..if you-if you keep doing that, and keep making those pretty fucking noises, I’m not going to last. This is about you sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”

“But I do feel good, Eddie. This feels so good.”

“I can make it better.”

Eddie slipped his fingers under my shirt, rubbing his thumbs slowly over my hip bones. His lips were red and swollen, slightly glistening from his assault on my lips and neck. He lightly brushed his nose against mine before looking into my eyes.

“Can I take this off, sweet girl?”

I lifted my hands into the air, allowing Eddie to tug my shirt over my head and toss it into the floor. Even though my body felt like it was on fire, my nipples instantly hardened at the change in temperature. Eddie leaned back against the couch, drinking in the sight of my exposed body. The corners of his lips perked up into a grin as he brushed his knuckle over my panties.

“I like these.”

My face flamed as I looked down. My panties were soft cotton and white with dozens of little blue butterflies on them. It was almost funny seeing Eddie’s large ring-clad hand hovering over them.

“These are exactly what I imagined you wearing.”

“You imagined my panties?”

“Among other things.”

Eddie’s gaze was daunting. A moment of self consciousness sneaked its way into my mind, but as I went to cover myself, Eddie darted out to grab onto my wrists.

“Don’t ever do that. Don’t hide from me. I wanna see you, all of you.”

Eddie leaned in to press gentle kisses all over my chest, across my collarbones, the tops of my shoulders, down the swell of my breasts. His hands came up to cup them, giving a gentle squeeze as one of his thumbs brushed against my nipple. I gripped onto his bicep and gasped. Eddie took the hint and latched his mouth onto my other nipple, swirling his warm tongue around the sensitive bud. He bit down ever so gently and tugged softly. I let my head fall back, arching my chest further into his face. His mouth felt so good and I got so lost in wondering how good it would feel on my cunt.

I was so wrapped up in pleasure I almost didn’t notice one of his hands had trailed down my stomach until I felt his thumb brushing against my clit through my panties. I jolted further into his arms at the sensation, a louder moan escaping past my lips.

“Easy, baby. I got you. Raise up for a second.”

I followed Eddie’s orders, holding onto his shoulders for support as I lifted my body. He gingerly pushed my panties over my hips and down my thighs, managing to remove them completely. He balled them up into his fist and looked at me with the most sinful grin on his lips.

“I’m so fucking keeping these.”

Before I had a chance to protest, Eddie ran his index finger along the slickness between my thighs. I gasped when his knuckle brushed against my clit, subconsciously bucking my hips against his hand. Eddie gripped onto my hip and eyed me sternly, a silent order to be still. He stared down between us in wonder, circling his thumb languidly around my sensitive clit.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby. So fucking wet, and all for me. Such a pretty girl for me. Aren’t you? My pretty girl.”

Eddie eased one of his long fingers inside me, eyes trained on my face to see my reactions. He continued to brush his knuckle over my clit as he began to pump his finger slowly, curling it upwards every so often. As much as I loved how careful Eddie was trying to be with me, and how dedicated he was trying to learn my body and what I liked, I needed more.

“Eddie..please..”

“Please what, angel? Tell me what you need.”

“More..please. I need more.”

Eddie easily slipped another finger inside of me. I could hear how easily his fingers were disappearing inside my pussy. It was becoming so difficult to stay still when all I wanted to do was ride his fingers. I could feel the band inside me starting to stretch. That burning feeling was bubbling in my lower belly, growing stronger and stronger. I was getting close, as long as he would just keep touching me there.

“Fuck Eddie..please..wanna move..”

“Does my sweet girl wanna ride on my fingers?”

“Yes..please..please Eddie..”

“Fuck I love how sweet you sound when you beg. Sweetest fucking thing I ever heard. Goes straight to my cock, baby. Go ahead, angel. Use my fingers.”

I gripped onto Eddie’s shoulders to steady myself, beginning to rock my hips in tune with the rhythm that Eddie set with his fingers. I pressed my forehead against his, closing my eyes as I tried to focus on how good this felt. I wanted to remember this moment forever.

“Eddie..”

“I know baby, I know. I’m right here. I got you. Let go pretty girl, it’s okay. Let go for me. Come on my fingers angel.”

My hips stuttered when I felt that band snap. A cacophony of moans of Eddie’s name fell over and over from my lips as my release crashed over me like a tsunami. It completely racked throughout my body and had sent me into another plane of existence. Eddie’s voice sounded light years away as he whispered into my ear. I jolted due to sensitivity when Eddie removed his fingers from inside me, letting out soft whimpers of protest.

Eddie brushed the hair away from my face that stuck to my sweaty forehead. I tried to catch my breath, but it felt like I had just ran a fucking marathon. I could faintly hear Eddie laughing as he brushed his thumb along my cheek.

“Hey, you alright? Still with me sweet girl?”

I slowly opened my eyes when I felt like I was back inside my body. Eddie was staring at me with a goofy grin on his lips. His smile was infectious. I felt my own lips tugging into a wide smile.

“There she is.”

“Hi.”

“Hi, pretty girl.”

“I can’t feel my legs.”

A deep laugh ripped through Eddie’s chest as he threw his head back, letting his body rest against the cushions. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he grinned at me, lightly tapping his index finger against my nose.

“Good, then I did my job right. Forgive me yet?”

“You are thoroughly forgiven.”

I brushed the rest of my hair away from my face. My thighs felt shaky, and I was certain if I tried to stand up I would fall straight on my ass. My eyes suddenly focused on the handcuffs on Eddie’s belt. I was completely exhausted from my mind-blowing orgasm, but I wanted to make him feel good too. As I reached out to grab onto his belt, Eddie quickly grabbed onto my wrist to halt my actions.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what do you think you’re doing?”

“I..w-what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, angel.”

“But..but you were-”

“I’m okay, really.”

My lips settled into a frown as I looked at Eddie, crossing my arms over my chest with a defiant pout.

“That’s not fair.”

Eddie shook his head and chuckled, bringing my hand up to his mouth to kiss each of my knuckles gently.

“Next time, if you really want to. Alright?”

“But what about right now?”

“There’s..uh..nothing to uh..take care of, so to speak, at the moment.”

My brows furrowed in puzzlement at Eddie’s words. There was a twinge of pink coating the tops of his cheeks, and he was suddenly looking everywhere but me. I glanced down between our bodies to see that the tent that had formed previously was now gone. Even though his jeans were black, I could see a faint darker patch on the denim covering his crotch. I looked up to find a bashful Eddie staring at me expectantly, and it clicked.

“Wait..did you-”

“Give me a break, alright. Can you fucking blame me? I had the prettiest girl in all of Indiana moaning my name and coming all over my fingers.”

I giggled as Eddie huffed in annoyance, leaning in to cut off his grumbles with a soft kiss. I brushed his wild curls away from his face when we pulled apart, looking into his beautiful brown eyes with a content smile.

“That was..amazing. Thank you, Eddie.”

“Oh no, thank you. I’m saving that image of you for later.”

“Eddie!”

“What?”

I couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. I didn’t know if I had ever smiled this much in my entire life. I just felt so..happy. I took one of his large hands and intertwined our fingers, repeating his actions from earlier and pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles.

“So..about that date.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things fic #jason carver #nancy wheeler

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blue-grama · 6 months

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^Absolute shameless wet romance novel nonsense, I love it

Spoilers ahead for I Feel You Linger in the air, both the series and the novel --

I really enjoyed IFYLITA but the end had me a little(/lot) ??? so I went ahead and read the novel this weekend and thought I'd do a little mini-review of changes between the novel and series. The upshot? I SO want a full season 2 to A) retroactively make the ending of season 1 make sense and B) to put this team's artistic sensibilities to the task of fleshing out the second half of the novel. A few people have already covered the major change from the novel to show, which is that Jom is pulled away from 1928 not to the modern era, but back further in time, to 1767. This second half actually ties the story together really nicely, both in explaining the origins of Yai and Jom's connections and making 1927 their middle ground. That's the moment in time when they feel a connection, but neither of them knows what they are to each other. They develop their relationship organically in that era. It gave me a little bit more pathos, retrospectively, knowing that. The series also fleshes out the side characters more than the novel, which doesn't include much of a story for Ueang Phueng or Mei (I feel like there is a servant named Mei but she has almost no role). Fong Kaew also has a much bigger role in driving the plot in the series. I know some people like to focus on the main romance, but I ended up really loving this about the series. It felt more real and grounded that they had a three-dimensional people with their own problems surrounding them. I also really adored that Series Jom has a long-lasting impact on Yai's life. Because 1920s Yai's story is a sad one - he loses his love and spends the rest of his life alone. Yet we know that without Jom, it would have been even sadder. He would have been stuck in a loveless arranged marriage. He never would have lived his dream of studying abroad. It was Jom's appearance in Yai's life that allowed Yai to live fully, even if they couldn't be together in that timeline. I see SO much potential for the series to add extra depth to the 1700s plotline, which also involves those side characters entangled in similar dynamics. Commander Yai is more of a tsundere character, and I'd love to see Bright play out that personality shift. Jom also goes into ineffectual seduction mode, which could be pretty damn entertaining to watch, given how he doesn't do a lot of pursuing in the 1920s timeline. There is also a lot of chess by candlelight and bathing in streams and yeah I'm gonna need to see that with the IFYLITA team's cinematography. Anyway, it's a romance novel translated into English, so IFYLITA wasn't, like, the best prose I've ever read, but it really wasn't bad either, and it's a quick read. If you loved the show, it's worth a try. I'm going to be crossing my fingers for a second season! In the meantime, see you all when the special episode drops.

I'd like to order up six straight hours of this, thank you.

#i feel you linger in the air #ifylita #i feel you linger in the air spoilers #yai x jom #i feel like i'm becoming less over this show as time goes on

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happi-tree · 10 months

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hii!! idk if ur still doing the ask game but if u are maybe yeet and/or killa?? they're my kids i love them so much

Omg CEO of Yeet and Killa in my ask box 😳😳😳 I'm absolutely obsessed with your designs for them btw! Don't worry about it, lovebird, I gotchu :D

Buckle up, bc I have a feeling this one's gonna be pretty long!

YEET BIGLY

Sexuality Headcanon: Queer. I'm sorry, Mr. Burch, but I just know him better! There is NO way that boy is straight. Repressed super-ally? Maybe. Straight? Absolutely not get out of my house

Gender Headcanon: Does not give a single shit about gender. He's too busy being the coolest guy alive to care about how people perceive his gender. Prefers he/him and they/them over she/her, but accepts all pronouns

A ship I have with said character: Weeps. Grant and Yeet would've been SO CUTE I'm in mourning every day.

A BROTP I have with said character: Yeet and Killa are the brother-sister duo of all time other sibling pairs WISH they looked this cool together. They always always have each other's back and they're so ride or die for each other in a world where everything is uncertain and either of them could die in the war games at any minute and- sorry sorry I'm just. They're so much!

A NOTP I have with said character: Honestly? N/A I think Yeet should get a little kissy and I don't really mind who he gets it from!!!

A random headcanon: Yeet and Killa end up kinda loaded by the end of s1 - they even have a house and everything! But I think transitioning to a life where they can just,,, be kids without having to fight to the death every day to put food on the table,,, is pretty difficult for the both of them. I think Yeet probably goes hunting for their food rather than buying it at the various markets around them - frugality is a habit at this point even if they're relatively well-off, and the satisfaction of having a successful hunt curbs his adrenaline cravings. How he manages to be stealthy with a skateboard for feet? Idk but I'll leave that up to your imagination.

General Opinion over said character: BELOVED. He is so cool and pretty,,, if I was a teen in the Forgotten Realms he would awaken the comphet in me I just know it.

KILLA DEMALL

Sexuality Headcanon: Shifts between aroallo and aroace for me depending on the day! Girl does not give a fuck about romance. Why would she when there is Killing and Maiming to be done

Gender Headcanon: She is soooooooo trans to me actually. Unbeatable tgirl swag nobody is doing it like her!!! She/they as well but with a heavy emphasis on the she.

A ship I have with said character: Don't really have one! She could pull anyone she wanted to though and I respect her so hard for that.

A BROTP I have with said character: I already said Yeet and Killa for Yeet's, so here, I think I'll go with Killa and Grant! I don't see them talked about a whole lot but I think their dynamic could be soooo interesting! Like you've been fighting for the majority of your life and all of a sudden this new kid gets shipped in and he's clearly not from anywhere you've ever been and he's wearing strange clothes but you can see the relief in his face when he spots you and your brother for the first time. And this kid is so clearly out of his depth and he's anxious and scared and he gets kinda sad sometimes but goddamnit, you want to see him get out of this alive. Even when his brain function seems to shut down around Yeet. Perhaps especially then, because it's nice to see someone besides you caring about your sibling for once.

A NOTP I have with said character: I'm pretty open to anything, but I definitely couldn't see Killa with any of the kiddads. Sorry!

A random headcanon: Killa is pretty good with hair! She always does Yeet's for him and helps him out on wash days - I imagine it's pretty hard to style your own hair without a mirror, so Killa and Yeet will help wash and style each other's. A small amount of Killa's portion of award money always goes toward hair products and cute little hair accessories like cuffs and beads and such - it's something that can remind them both that there's more to life than just the games. And, of course, it gives both of them a few more cool points, which is very important. Gotta slay while you slay, yk!

General Opinion over said character: CRIMINALLY underrated. I love her so much and I need to know more about her. Please please please bring her and Yeet back for s2 Anthony. Please it would be so cool,,,

#alright! this is VERY late skhdvfhkadvfkhavfs but! here u go lovebird!!!#*offers my opinions up to you like that one meme of a guy offering his sword to a deity*#thanks for the ask lovebird!!!#ask game #dndads

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alagaesia-headcanons · 5 months

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I have a proper update for Clear Horizons!

(For my new followers, here's an explanation of this fic!)

I've finally finished drafting the section that was giving me the most trouble!!! I'm not entirely out of the woods yet, but it's a significant and gratifying mark of progress. The part I'm working on is after Murtagh and Orrin first meet, but before a scene I've planned where their relationship takes a turn and reaches a new understanding. So in that span they have a lot of chemistry and care for each other but they're also still hesitant and guarded. It's a very tricky dynamic to write. It still needs more depth, I haven't gotten to that emotional development scene yet, but I'm now finished with the first week Murtagh spends in Aberon with Orrin.

My main breakthrough with the frustrations I was having with that was to cut two of the scenes I already wrote and move them to a later point in the story. Then I reconsidered what I wanted the first week to cover. The writing progress went especially slow, even by my standards, and the section ended much longer than I expected it too. But I think both were worthwhile. This section is crucial for laying a lot of the foundation everything else will build upon. The prolonged time I spent with each piece gave me the room to untangle the needs of the story and the detail throughout numerous consecutive scenes gives clarity to the major cornerstones. (I pray I'll still feel that way when I go back to edit it later lol)

I optimistically think the pace will pick back up again when I carry on with the rest of act 2. This should be one of the only continuous spans of time that's fully rendered out with such intensive and thorough detail. I think just two other points in the story might get a similar treatment. I'm approaching the rest with a more selective focus that helps move the story along.

I have a plan for how I should proceed now, which has numerous parts. First and foremost with concerns to Clear Horizons, I'm going to take the opportunity to pause writing the actual fic and shift back to note taking, with the goal of hammering out Thorn's character arc. Unlike my last desperate bout of note taking, I've been prepared to tackle this from the outset. In this whole process, Thorn has been by far the hardest part for me, for a myriad reasons. It's very important to me to give him a character arc with meaningful significance to the story, and initially I had no idea how to accomplish that, but I realized that I had to start without it if I wanted to start at all. So I drafted all of act 1 aware that I still needed to figure out my intentions for Thorn and I would have to add in more writing to integrate that.

I can tell this is the right time to do that. I'm glad I didn't let it stop me from jumping in; it feels more approachable now then it did then. I still anticipate that it'll be very tricky, but now I have some ideas to guide me and I believe I can do this. I also hope it will fill out some of the other gaps in the plans I do have. My last note taking stint helped a lot with the other main character arcs. Orrin's specifically is the strongest right now, I think it's in a really good pace. Murtagh's is far improved, though it feels like it still has some pieces missing. As I wrestle with Thorn, I'm going to pay close attention to how that can contribute to Murtagh's arc because they naturally should weigh on each other quite a lot. I hope figuring out my intentions with Thorn will provide much of the connective tissue I'm missing right now.

Before continuing with the main writing, I'd also like to edit the rest of act 1 that I haven't gotten to yet. It's a pretty arduous process, but I know it wouldn't be smart to put it off much longer. It's very valuable and I should at least edit up to the last section of act 1. It might be more effective to wait on that one because I think it will be overhauled the most after Thorn is properly added to the equation.

There are some other things I want to add in act 1 too. While making those notes, I recognized key aspects of both Murtagh and Orrin that deserve more exploration. I plan to take the first two sections, one about each of them, and divide them both in half so there's four sections, then I can add those details throughout them. I think it will also improve the pacing. That's currently not my priority, so I don't know if I'll do that before returning to writing progress, but it's in the plans.

On a different track, I want to take a small break before getting back to that grind. For a significant length of time now, Clear Horizons has held my attention largely uninterrupted. It's eclipses my other creative impulses. I don't feel like that's inherently bad, I often set aside my other interests for a while to pursue inspiration for a certain thing. But given how long I think Clear Horizons will take, even from this point, I don't want to do that the whole time. It's already been a long time since I've drawn anything, and longer still since I've worked with clay. I have a stretch of time off around Christmas and I think I'm going to force myself to not work on writing during that and enjoy other things. Since I have quite limited free time in my day to day, part of me gets frustrated feeling like having a lot of time and not using it to work on this is a waste. I need to remind myself that a project like this is not a sprint, it's a marathon, and taking breaks will benefit me in the end.

(There's a very high chance I'll make some Eragon related art anyway lol. And also Hubert. Maybe I'll show you guys Hubert.)

I also hope the mental break will push me to answer the asks people have sent me too! I'm sorry it's taken so long, I promise I won't forget! Clear Horizons honestly has been the biggest distraction from that. That being said, since it occupies so much of my mind, I always adore taking about it. Of course I still welcome all kinds of asks, but especially anything about Murtagh, Orrin, them together, or my fic specifically- and I'll also probably answer any of those right away because I seriously can't resist lmao (This isn't a headcanon blog anymore but this ship is the sole exception, I have so many feelings)

I really hope you guys will love this when it's finally complete. Part of me is nervous, but I'm doing my best to trust that the act of putting so much devotion into it will shine through on the other side ❤️

#clear horizons chatter #eragon #inheritance cycle #murtagh #orrin #yall this is Long ahdjdhsjfk #if you read it all youre a real one #ill also be considering how to share more wip content going forward!#(justice for hubert)

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wanderinghedgehog · 6 months

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So I have many thoughts about Les Mis (1998), but for now, I’d like to discuss one specific thing. (Disclaimer: I have no problem with people enjoying this movie. I wouldn’t be putting effort into analyzing it if I didn’t somewhat enjoy it myself.)

This movie’s rendition of Fantine’s arrest is… interesting. At first glance, there’s not much wrong with it. But after watching it a few times, I think I figured out what was so strange about it. To put it plainly, the original power shift from the book is nowhere to be found. There is still a power shift, but it’s different. It still starts with Javert in control and ends with Valjean shifting that control over to himself. But because of the drastic mischaracterization of Valjean and slightly less absurd changes to Javert’s character, the dynamic has an odd effect.

In the book, there is specific series of events that show this shift. Javert asserts his authority as a policeman, Valjean challenges him, Javert argues, Valjean tries a moral/ethical approach, Javert still argues, Valjean asserts his authority as the mayor, Javert tries a moral approach, Valjean puts an end to the argument. The movie follows this pretty closely, but misses one part. Javert does not resort to moral arguments in the way he does in the book. Instead, he continues talking as if he still has control. He doesn’t sense that his authority has truly been undermined until Valjean pretty plainly tells him to gtfo. The 1978 movie actually does this part of the scene better. In that version, Valjean proves his point by quoting regulations and whatnot and Javert understands that this is a major roadblock for him. He is not one to argue with any of his superiors, so the fact that he continues to protest is interesting. 1998 Javert just keeps arguing like Valjean hasn’t said anything of importance. His tone doesn’t shift, his tactics barely change, he has basically ignored the fact that he has been rendered powerless.

As for Valjean, my criticism of him is quite straightforward. He does not hesitate to be stern. His softer side is so underemphasized beforehand that the fact we see him truly get angry about something has very little impact. His kindness and generosity is such a crucial part of his character, he’s barely recognizable without it. Before this scene, we have already seen 1998 Valjean behave uncharacteristically, so why should we believe that it is unusual for him to shout at someone, even someone such as Javert.

I think the way this scene is handled is indicative of a larger problem with this movie. They are chasing interpersonal conflicts to the point that they ignore some of the larger themes of Les Mis. For example, Javert doesn’t argue with authority because he sees authority as perfectly just. But he would argue with it if he was the unruly, obsessive cop this movie portrays him as.

#hoping this makes sense #rambling #les miserables #les mis #jean valjean #inspector javert #the brick #les mis 1998

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ybyag-lil · 3 days

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I just... LOVE Sunshrine as a ship and have my delusions and HC's about it and I needed to put these thoughts out on WHY I like them so much somewhere other than in my fics or else I'm literally going to explode, so—

Annoyed x Annoyance. Need I say more?

I will.

If we're talking purely potential ship dynamics, we have:

Flirty x oblivious, Denial/Dense, Sunshine x Sunshine protector, stoic vs pain in the ass, optimist vs pessimist, "why me?" "why not you?", Insecure vs showers them in love.

Sun and Moon/Day and Night yadda yadda y'know the drill

Complementary colors (orange/blue) that you can correlate with their difference in personality.

But I hate reducing them to basic opposites attract and other dynamics bec they're NOT completely opposite - they actually have a lot in common!

"Two sides of the same coin" is how I'd actually describe them.

They're both trying to find their own way in life, and the paths they're taking are so fundamentally different than what has come before them.

Their voice-lines about it. Love to read into those

("I'll walk a different path this time." "I'll find my own path." "The path shapes you." "That's the path you've found?")

Potential for shared isolation issues and fear of abandonment!!!!

I feel like Kiriko's life suddenly shifting one day when Sojiro was killed and her proceeding to lose a bunch of people she held near and dear (not even counting Kanezaka itself facing major power and societal shifts) is not talked about enough. The only real personal connections she knows she has left are:

Her mom, who is forced into inaction and can't move to help liberate Kanezaka or save-

Her dad, who is currently Hashimoto's leverage/hostage and she doesn't even know for sure is still alive rn bc she hasn't seen him.

and Hanzo, which, there's a load of angst there HC and actually in-game wise for her connection with both him and Genji that would be a while 'nother conversation. I don't know if Kiriko even knows Genji's still alive, actually? More issues!

Illari's pretty self explanatory with that isolation/abandonment point. That girl's riding the, "I don't need anyone else (because I'll only end up hurting them)" train so hard. So much so that she doesn't even really feel comfortable showing any positive emotions to people around her (cheer/hello/chuckle animations anyone?).

Kiriko/Illari are both "chosen".

That one's kinda out there tbh, but my logic behind it is that Illari is already notably special. She's prodigy that was quickly predicted to be the GREATEST fucking Inti warrior of her time, whose power was so great that she turned every single other Inti warrior to ashes unintentionally.

(which, by the way, is insane if we assume the augmentations have to give you some sort of resistance to solar power to be able to wield it in the first place?)

Kiriko is where I start playing fast and loose. I'd argue her having the power of the Kitsune (which is not fucking science idc what lore comes in the future, magic exists in this fucking universe!) to such an extent makes her chosen in her own way. Like I'm assuming the teleporting around, the self healing like, and everything else is not a standard affair but no-one talks about the Shimada FAMILY being able to summon dragons so. Maybe that's just the standard in Japan.

On that note — they also both have a responsibility to their people which sort of parallel each other.

Kiriko has happily taken up the mantle of a vigilante to protect the people of Kanezaka, and, as far as we know, she has no qualms about doing it. Her way of doing things is different to how her family served/protected for generations in the past, but she still upholds the duty like it's second nature.

Pure conjecture, but I don't think Kiriko's ever felt forced to do it either. There was never a, "you must protect the town!" talk or anything like that from her grandmother/mom, she's doing it because it feels right to do.

Illari, conversely was always told she had a responsibility to her people. If you read between the lines of her lore blurb on her OW2 page and listen to what she says in her origin video, you get the sense that it was a sort of... burden? Heavy is the head that wears the crown and all that.

I compare it to the "gifted-kid burnout" precisely because of this. Illari has always been molded to follow one path, a rigorous one she didn't really have a choice BUT to follow. You're told at a young age that you are special, that there's no-one else like you, that you will grow to become a legend. How could you even begin to refuse that?

You don't. And when it all starts to fall apart, you start to wonder what's wrong with yourself. Illari has lived a life dedicated to serving, and now there's no-one left but her.

She def has some self worth/esteem issues stemming from having to be this prodigal kid essentially groomed (not that way) her whole childhood to be strong and nothing else. Couple that with an overwhelming feeling of regret for failing to uphold her duty as a protector and you have someone who is just completely lost - direction AND sense of self wise.

And I think Kiriko could help with that. Say what you want about her, but you can't deny that Kiri is strong. Imagine Illari meeting her and realizing that for herself. That despite how careless and foolish Illari thinks Kiriko is, she somehow still manages to protect her people as her duty.

Imagine her realizing that she's been taught a lie her whole life, that she doesn't have to just be Illari, the strongest Inti warrior, she can also just be Illari - the scared 18yr old trying to find a new purpose in life after that choice was stolen from her.

Like Zen says to her, "true strength comes to those who accept their weaknesses". Illari's gotta learn that she can't just be strong, she has to learn to balance these aspects of herself.

and who has played a balancing act between conflicting ideals before? Who has carved her own path out of what she's known? Kiriko.

Ahem, back to a few more hehe haha shipping things

They're both pretty capable as fighters, and both trained since they were kids. They're both probably very disciplined because of it.

(I was going to say "though Kiriko is reckless despite that" but I refuse to believe Illari isn't equally as reckless.)

They're both very petty, check out those revenge voice lines—

("Forgive and forget? Nah..." and, "Forgiveness? Never heard of it." Are two examples LOL)

They're both smart assess. Kiriko is Kiriko so that one's obvious, and I'm looking at your Hanzo/Soldier/Sombra/Ana start up interactions, AND your sassy ass "I didn't do it for you," ally save voice line, Illari.

THEY'RE LITERALLY SPRING - SUN ILLARI, BREEZE/WHATEVER TF ELSE KIRIKO

And the two most important things....

They're just cute. Like seriously look at these little idiots, I love them both dearly.

And it's kind of a funny ship. I'm a firm believer that you don't need a reason to ship two characters, and Kiriko and Illari liking each other can lead into some hilarious ass dynamics, so why not?

Anyways, finished with my brainrot spew. If you've made it this far, check out my AO3 where I will be brainrotting even further in the future. Might post some dumb shitposts here about these two from time to time.

Illari and Kiriko's voice line pages for the things I quote.

(some of this, particularly parts regarding Kiriko, might be incorrect bec I haven't read a single lore comic and am going of things I can vaguely remember hearing about.)

#yes I want you all to know I pull up their voicelines CONSTANTLY and steal whatever glimpses of character I see and run with it #This is my OTP and I will die on this fucking hill #kiriko kamori #illari quispe ruiz #sunshrine #overwatch #ship talk #character dynamics

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Oof kinda reminiscent of s1 but with the whole Steve Kurt dynamic, being/getting with Steve and he sees Kurt peeking through the windows as you two are going at it. Idk if Kurt was just like so stunned he didn’t back off when it started or was p interested in watching but Steve would get so mad

kurt’s eyes couldn’t leave the window. he had climbed up to the second floor of your house, his head ducked between tree branches and feet firmly pressed against the roof. he made sure that only his upper half of his head was somewhat visible from the view, a branch hiding a majority of his hair. he had come over to just normally watch you, to see what you were up to and then maybe knock at the door if he found the courage.

tonight was different, you were on the bed with steve pinning you down. you were stripped to your underwear, a lacy bra and matching panties. he couldn’t look away, you looked so beautiful. steve had you moaning, throwing your head back to reveal your neck as the brown haired boy massacred your skin. love bites started forming all against you as he sucked and nipped at you.

“steve baby,” you cry out. “i need you in me right now, i can’t take all the teasing.”

“hold on,” he started coming up for air. “you gotta be patient.”

you huffed but let him keep giving you his upmost attention. his lips focused against your breasts, pulling them from the confines of your bra and kissing them gently. he slowly latched against one of your nipples, sucking and flicking the bud against his tongue. you could feel yourself getting so wet, your need growing more and more. you felt so hungry for him, you needed him to fuck you so hard, to make you incoherent and hazy while his dick controls you.

kurt’s eyes were wide at the sight of your bare breasts, examining every detail he could see. he was scared of blinking because he didn’t want to miss a thing. he was growing hard so fast, his jeans becoming very tight and uncomfortable. he shifted around, trying to give it some extra room or a new place to press against.

“fuck,” he hissed under his breath, his hands quickly trying to shift his belt.

he peered back in from his lap, your underwear slowly being taken off. he gazed upon your core, unshaven but so pretty. he had never seen a real vagina before, only in the porno mags he keeps under his bed. yours was glorious to him, something he wished he could be inside, to take steve’s place to make you feel good. he saw himself in the room, kissing your thighs up and down, making sure to get you so worked up just like steve did. he wanted to run his cock against you, his head gently pressing into your wet folds and soon slowly entering you. he knew you’d be so warm, so perfect to fit around him.

“take your pants off now, steve,” you pouted. “i need to touch you baby.”

the boy stood up, grinning and nodding to your demand. he yanked off his yellow crewneck then messing with his black belt. he slowly unbuckled then starting teasingly pulling it out of the loops, slowing every time you groaned.

kurt started getting so much harder, his need to be touched surfacing through at an unbearable rate. he felt like such a pervert in the moment, his hand rubbing against him through the jeans. he bucked his hips into his touch, throwing his head back for a quick moment. he lost balance and started falling backwards until he held onto a tree branch. the whole tree shook and a branch scraped against your window.

he looked over as fast as he could, regaining his balance in the process. steve had already caught him, his belt back on and an angry rage apparent through his body language. he was trying to unlock the window to open it while you had thrown a blanket on. you quickly tried to dress yourself under the comforter, scared that kurt had seen you naked.

“what the fuck?” steve yelled, his brows furrowed. “you’re a fucking pervert kurt! i thought i told you to get lost last time, i thought i scared you enough.”

kurt tried to scramble away before his shirt got caught in the tree’s wretched grip. he pulled but it was too late, a shirtless steve harrington had gotten himself out of the window and threw a punch against kurt’s worrying face. steve stumbled, almost losing his balance. he grabbed onto kurt’s shirt and the boy tried his best to yank away from the grip.

steve threw another punch which led to kurt crying out, tears now streaming down his face. once you had gotten your underwear on, you threw on steve’s crewneck. it gently hit below the curve of your ass which made you feel covered enough.

“steve stop!” you yelled, shoving your head through the window. “just let him go!”

“he was watching us baby,” he turned to face you, his hand still holding kurt captive. “he was fucking watching us! you think im gonna let him get away this?”

“just let him go!” you cried. “please just let him go.”

steve looked dumbfounded, annoyed that you weren’t as upset as you should’ve been. it seemed liked you were more upset that he was standing up for you than kurt stalking your most intimate moments.

“fine,” he let go and kurt stumbled back from the quick release, his body slamming against the trunk of the tree.

he quickly wrapped his hands against a branch, scared to fall down. he gave one look to steve then scurried down as fast as he could, missing the last branch he usually stepped on, falling straight on his ass.

“fuck you!” steve yelled again, flipping the scared boy off.

kurt started running, a limp very present as he went off into the dark night.

steve got back into the room, his knuckles red and face just so annoyed. he was panting, regaining his energy from when he held as tight as he could to kurt’s blue long sleeve.

“why are you always defending him?” steve asked between breaths. “what’s so special about a fucking pervert, (y/n)?”

you cried, your hands coming up your face as you just let out all your frustrations.

“huh?!” he yelled. “what’s so fucking great about him? why am i the bad guy?”

“i-i never defended him,” you cried out. “i just wanted you to not hurt him.”

“wanted me to not hurt him?” his hand ran through his hair. “he was fucking watching us! he was watching us get it on!”

you sat on the bed, feeling so guilty and so little compared to angry steve.

“i’m sorry!” you cried out. “i am just so like… shocked right now. i don’t know what to say or do to make this better. i’m not upset that he saw m-me naked just more shocked that he was watching us.”

“yeah! he was being a fucking pervert!” steve balled his hands into fists. “he deserved to be beat.”

“no steve,” you cried. “you didn’t need to hit him.”

he laughed out of frustration, his head tilted back to look at the ceiling. his hands were now on his hips as he tried to collect himself and his thoughts. his hand still burned from the punches, he swore they would be bruised by tomorrow.

“don’t you think that made me feel uncomfortable?” he broke the sound of your choked sobs.

“what?” you asked with squinted eyes.

“don’t you think someone watching me getting intimate with you made me uncomfortable?” he sneered. “that made me fucking pissed off. i’m fucking embarrassed that he saw me about to rip my dick out and that he saw you completely naked. only i should be seeing you naked-“

“steve we aren’t dating,” you stood up. “this is the closest we’ve ever gotten.”

“do you think i was just going to fuck you and call it a night?” he yelled. “this was super special to me. i thought this kurt nonsense was over since you said he told you some creepy things. i wore my favorite sweater, i shaved, i made sure i was perfect for you tonight. i didn’t even know it would’ve gotten this far, i was so sure we were just gonna do another casual hang out in your room-“

“steve please,” you tried to get him to stop rambling.

“and you kissed me! you fucking kissed me! then soon enough you were just in your underwear and you said you needed me, i was so excited. then that fucker comes in to ruin it all and you are defending him-“

“i never-“ you cut yourself off by taking off steve’s sweater, shivering at the cold air blowing through your room. “take this and leave.”

he was shocked, his eyes soon got sad. he put on the sweater and grabbed his keys off your nightstand. he walked to your door then turned around, his hand on the handle.

“fine,” he sighed. “have fun with peeping tom, im done worrying about you.”

and with that he left.

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