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Iff ft. Yujin

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genres ✧ breeding, as in breeding breeding, as in actual pregnancy kink; degrading petplay; NEVER underestimate my lack of sanity; super subby puppy gf with baby fever!Yujin

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It is necessarily true that there exists an ideal number of offspring for each human female from a purely genetic standpoint. Our distant ancestors who survived countless millennia of famine, warfare, and disease were those whose genomes encoded a certain target number for offspring; this number was close enough to just above two children that random fluctuations in fertility could never deviate much below or above that figure. For these women, at least, natural selection would penalize having either fewer or more children than their genes desired, as this would diminish the proportion of their offspring in subsequent generations. This principle extends even today: A 2021 study by Hutchings revealed significant variability in the number and size of offspring among species, driven by genetic and developmental factors. This suggests a non-fixed ideal number of offspring, adapting to societal changes and living conditions.

Even after tens of thousands of years, we are still these animals. That is, Homo sapiens sapiens does not differ greatly from its parent species Homo sapiens when it comes to such biological imperatives as sex and reproduction. Yet only a fraction of people maintain a lifestyle that mirrors contingent strategies favored by evolution, resulting in a massive imbalance between evolved psychology and modern life. Although humans may no longer face the constant threat of starvation posed by an unforgiving wilderness, problems evolve in the same way—we do not have nearly enough children to replace the adult population, at least in many developed countries. The United States, Canada, Australia, and many European countries are experiencing population decline, but nowhere is this phenomenon more exacerbated than in East Asia, with particularly acute examples in China, Japan, and South Korea. Our subject for examination lies within the context of the latter nation, wherein perhaps a solution may be found through the example of Ahn Yujin.

You and Yujin are going to work toward fixing this new, evolved problem by starting a family. With her fervor and your virility, you just might do this single-handedly—if not, at least you two will leave that target number in the dust. The world will thank you, and you, the world, for yielding you Yujin. The future is assured, so long as you can satisfy your breeding needs.

Yujin fits the archetype for having large numbers of offspring: there must have existed designs for Yujin's body as the template for prolific breeders. Even the most conservative anthropologist would admit Yujin's hips are ideal for childbearing, especially in proportion to her height. Her breasts are not the largest, but they are certainly sufficient enough for breastfeeding—and if not that, at least your own tit-sucking pleasures. Her lithe body was built to breed, and above any physical attributes, the mind within only confirms that impression.

She is eager, insatiable, and obedient. You tell her to strip, and she is naked in seconds. You tell her to go on all fours, and she is on all fours. You tell her to put her lips around your cock, and she is deepthroating you in an instant. And when you tell Yujin that she's now your little puppy to train and use as you please, she follows your command gladly.

Her greatest fantasy is being bred hard and often, and this is the fantasy most oft fulfilled by you, her master. It starts with the collar around her neck: an innocuous thing, leather and black, with a silver buckle in the front, and a ring in the back through which you put a leash. When she has that collar on, she is not the confident, witty, ambitious woman who commands everyone's attention—she is your pet, "Puppy", as so engraved in delicate silver script on the black leather.

The collar rarely leaves her neck at this point, a couple of years into your relationship. By now, she's your live-in pet.

You don't even remember the last time you used a condom. That was months ago, at least—a year? Ever since she moved in, you've been savoring Yujin's raw, slick walls on your cock, and she gets off on the all-filling feeling of your semen seeping into her fertile womb. If it weren't for the pill, Yujin would have been knocked up long ago. Despite that, each time you make love, you talk about breeding, playing at dreams of impregnating her with plenty of pups. She moans "please" on each thrust, and you know exactly what she's begging for when she whispers that "Master's cum is gonna be Daddy cum any day now." When the two of you are ready, there is no doubt that Yujin will become the mother of your children.

You and Yujin have many ways of making love, ranging from rough hair-pulling to gentle adoration. But one element always remains the same: the collar that transforms her into a wild, lustful creature, erasing all thoughts as soon as it's clasped around her slender neck. Her urgent pleas for you to release your load deep inside her are often met with little resistance, but occasionally you like to make her work for it—teasing and edging her until she whines and begs, this desperate bitch in heat. Then, you offer her a choice: continue being edged for another hour or allow yourself to impregnate her with your potent seed, guaranteed to result in triplets. Which will it be?

The answer, of course, is that both are correct. Why should we deprive ourselves of what nature gave us? If one woman loves being bred, why not breed her constantly? If another wants to be edged, why deny her? False dichotomies like these remain pervasive. Be sexually dominant or submissive; enjoy sex or romance; fuck like rabbits or make love tenderly—these can all exist together, if we so allow them to.

For example, there are always two women at play with your girlfriend: the Yujin who is a vibrant social butterfly, curious and never satisfied with sitting still; and the Yujin who lives and breathes your cock in daily routine, the Yujin who will happily let you lock her away in a dark room if you promised to give her your cum. You love both Yujins: a charming conversationalist, always cool and collected; a horny, obedient slut, who you train to do tricks in exchange for cum, who will only bark if her master so demands. There is no need to choose between these two Yujins, and you would not dream of doing so.

Or, consider the most misleading of dilemmas, being a young couple with kids, or being a young couple that stays together. Humans have grown rich enough and powerful enough to craft a society where the worst thing that could happen to a young couple—pregnancy at an inconvenient time—no longer threatens them in the same way. Now that people no longer have to marry their first stable match or die alone, now that everyone has gotten a little bit smarter and more independent, the universe is filled with possibilities for love and affection. This future child you make with Yujin could grow up in an environment where they would want for nothing, especially not siblings, for you'll give them plenty to spare. Thus, to knock Yujin up is hardly the disaster it would have been in our primitive past. Rather, you both should celebrate it.

This is not to say that every single person is the same. Not many women are as dedicated to the goal of impregnation as Yujin, and not many men are as driven to fill a receptive body with their progeny as you are. The series of coin flips and card draws that led to your personalities, to this relationship that binds you, is quite unlikely to repeat itself.

Yujin recognizes the rarity of the match. Even in the first meeting, she was as astute as a hunter dog, scenting prey, noting all the signs in the forest that you were the one. That night, after your friend invited Yujin to the bar, small talk quickly became deep conversation. Yujin asked your opinion on something. You gave it. Yujin replied, "Oh, I like a guy who takes charge." A few minutes later, she said she had to use the bathroom. She left her purse with you. Yujin did not return for another ten minutes, and when she did, it was with flushed cheeks and sweat on her brow. You asked her what took so long, and she answered, "You're so hot. I might have… been doing something naughty."

"Bad girl," you said.

At this point, your friend knew to leave.

You understand that Yujin is still the same girl, only with more of herself exposed to you—not just literally. She's been hinting at the concept of properly mating for weeks now, but she needed you to make the first move. It's a bit like old times, the nights after you met, the weeks you danced around each other's desires. Whenever she hinted at her interest, you weren't stupid enough to be oblivious—every word dripped with innuendo, every glance a flirt, every movement an invitation. But you built tension with purpose. She was too special to sleep with on the first date. In much the same way, what was once mere fantasy, empty talk of impregnating Yujin during sex, is starting to take on the shape of reality. In this sense, here returns Yujin the hunter dog, searching for a new quarry: your future family.

However, this is not lust alone. The chemicals that control desire can't do all the work in this relationship. When Yujin asks you more frequently about your opinion on having kids, you don't ignore it as simple pillow talk; she is gauging your willingness to commit. Because you love her, because she's right for you, past the sex and the fantasies, you take her seriously. Yujin speaks with infectious enthusiasm about her friends who have recently become mothers, all of whom are convinced that you two would make fantastic parents. Casually, she mentions she's not taking birth control anymore.

"I might be ovulating soon." "The doctor said I'm in my prime right now." "Do you think I'd be a good mother? You'll be a good daddy, for sure."

To that last question, you assure her, over and over, with the certainty that Yujin deserves. "The best mommy. I promise."

You find her researching baby names. Starts looking up parenting tips and ideas for nursery decorations. She's even helped you plan out your dream family home. There's something different about how Yujin looks at you. She's thinking about pregnancy, not just as a topic of conversation, not just as a fetish, but as a goal.

Concerns and fears, worries and hopes, you discuss them thoroughly, sometimes after sex, when Yujin is too tired to move and she lies in bed with your cock still inside her, cum on her lips, your hands around her belly feeling her body and dreaming of what it might become. Talks of plans become more and more serious as you set aside money and time for this future family, thinking about moving out from this modest apartment to a proper house. But ultimately, here is Yujin, in your arms, by your side, an angel's face, eyes stolen from the stars as they twinkle.

Like when you first fell in love, everything lovely about Yujin becomes magnified, so how could you deny her? You hold her close and promise that you'll do anything to make her happy, to make her dreams come true. She whispers back, "I know. I've never felt so loved."

It isn't long before Yujin becomes more brazen. As you try to fall asleep, you hear wet sounds next to you as Yujin's fingers dive in her pussy, presumably to the idea of you impregnating her. The next morning, she confirms your suspicions, this time sending you a video from the bathtub as she masturbates and talks dirty about how much she worships your cum. She sends you amateur porn of women taking three creampies three times in a row, or pregnant women squirting milk onto the camera lens while riding a man.

Then, there's the actual sex between the two of you. "Do you want to knock me up? Come on, let's just do it now. Please? Can't you tell I need it?"

You're glad to continue teasing and edging Yujin until her desire is too much to bear, her eyes watering and face contorted with desperation. Her raw pussy tightens around you even more, begging for release. You tell her it's up to Master before pulling out and spraying cum over her stomach. Obedient as ever, she cleans it up and swallows it down but her frustration is clear—she wants to be filled completely. You're truthfully equally as ready to impregnate Yujin, sooner rather than later; you want to watch your seed blossom within her, want to see her stomach swell, her tits fill up with delicious milk, and her nipples grow fat with lust. The smell of her slick sex is intoxicating whenever you slip a hand down her pants, or spread her pussy wide open to taste.

After settling all the necessary financial and personal matters, Yujin stays busy with buying pregnancy tests, making lists, and studying every bit of advice on how to conceive. You each tell your families that you're trying, which is a funny way of saying "I'm going to fuck enough sperm into your fertile daughter that she's guaranteed to bear our children, and we're going to do it so often that she might as well never leave my cock," but you suppose that "trying" is the more polite way of putting it. Yujin's mother has already started preparing the nursery, and your parents are talking about visiting to help watch over her when she gets farther along in the pregnancy. You're ready to move into your new place, but not before this apartment where you first made love has its proper send-off.

You thought you'd witnessed the limits of Yujin's vulnerability. However, you've never seen your girlfriend quite as desperate, needy, and pathetic as you do on the morning you decide it's time to breed Yujin.

For days, you've teased her relentlessly—marked her bare neck with bruises and bite marks, denied Yujin her collar until she's earned it, edged her with your fingers and mouth, fucked her fast and rough, used her as a living fleshlight, edged her more with toys. Made her watch as you jacked off onto her abs, fed her a throatful, or plugged up her ass with a thick load.

"Master, please," she begged, over and over, as her pussy clenched on nothing. With her body painted abstract expressionist—soaked in cum like you're marking territory—you needed multiple towels to clean the slumberous Yujin so that the sheets weren't too sticky. Left one towel under her legs to catch her dripping arousal. By the time she went to sleep last night, her guts were full of your cum, while her mind was void of all thoughts except for one: the place your seed had yet to reach, aching to be fulfilled like the rest of her body.

When you wake early and find Yujin's body pressed against yours in bed, her sleep is fitful, due to this very lack of semen inside her womb. She tosses, turns, her body hot. You touch her forehead with your hand to check for a fever, but it's just the heat of her arousal making her sweat. You run your fingers down her spine. Her skin feels flushed. Looks it too, how red her cheeks are. The sun has barely begun its ascent, so its color makes her glow further. Your fingertips reach her tailbone, then slip lower, where you press against her clit. Her breathing quickens as she rouses awake, and you pull your hand back.

With each breath, her tits rise and fall; they feel heavier than usual in your hands. The mingled scents of sweat and sex surround you, but beneath it all is an added note that stirs your arousal. It's a familiar smell, one that always drives you wild. You recognize the telltale signs of Yujin's hormones going into overdrive, intensifying her already insatiable desires. Her nipples, already normally sensitive, become almost painfully hypersensitive to every touch. She can't get enough of your scent, pressing her nose against your chest, armpit, neck, and groin—anywhere she can inhale your intoxicating musk.

It's time. Yujin is ovulating today.

Yesterday, you checked the calendar and the apps and the notes; however, none of the charts factor the most important variable: your instincts. Yujin looks so damn adorable when she wakes up, eyes bleary, hair disheveled, mouth still sticky with drool, legs spread, and a wet spot in the towel from where her pussy has been leaking—this was always going to be the day.

You gently stroke behind your puppy's ear, brushing her cheek with affection. "Morning, my love" comes out as your softest whisper.

Yujin stirs in response, nuzzling her head against your shoulder as she slowly wakes from her slumber. She yawns and blinks several times before finally locking eyes with you, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. "Good morning, Master," she says, shifting closer to give you a gentle kiss on the lips. Then another ten kisses. Twenty. "I had the weirdest dream."

You smile against her lips as you run your fingers through her tousled hair. "Do tell."

She seems to remember that you've been edging her for days, her thighs rubbing together, the scent of her slick arousal thick in the air. Yujin giggles and buries her face in your chest. When she finally looks up again, her cheeks are tinged red, and Yujin avoids your gaze. "I dreamed… that you were fucking me—"

"Of course," you interject, grinning. You reach down between her legs, returning to her folds, feeling how hot she's gotten overnight. It takes no effort to slide one finger inside your girlfriend.

"—and then you came inside of me, and it was so warm, and I was so full, and…" Yujin trails off as you add another finger. "And then the next day, I felt different. Like something inside of me changed."

"Oh?" Your hand moves steadily in and out of her tightness as she speaks.

"Yes," Yujin murmurs, her breath coming out in short gasps. "It felt like there was a weight in my stomach, but not physically. It was hard to explain, but it just felt off."

You continue to pleasure Yujin with your fingers, watching as she writhes beneath you. She lets out a whimper at the sensation and spreads her thighs wider for you. As her body responds to your touch, she whispers with breathless urgency:

"So I put my hands on my tummy, trying to figure out why things felt so off, and then... Oh! I can't believe I'm telling you this!" she exclaims, hiding her face in your chest again.

"Everything. I want to hear the whole dream." You push deeper, curling your fingers inside her, searching for her G-spot. She moans, and you hear the faint squelching of her slick leaking out.

"Master!" she says, panting, louder, gasping for air. "I—oh god—I just knew it! I had your pups inside me. I knew, because my belly felt heavy, and my body felt strange, and there was a pressure on my chest, and, and my nipples were so, so sensitive, and when I touched them, milk came out, and—" Yujin cuts herself off with another sharp yelp, your fingerfucking reaching a crescendo. "Master! Please!"

You chuckle. "That was quite vivid, puppy." Withdrawing digits from your girlfriend's warmth, you sit up and position yourself behind her, pressing her soft curves into your body—she's always been such a perfect fit, in your lap, in your arms, in your life. On your cock too, as it nestles comfortably between her round, plump buttocks.

She shivers at your touch, and you know from the tremble that Yujin's close to her peak.

"Today."

Yujin's eyes widen in surprise as you utter the single word. It's almost magical, the way that one word can turn a dream into a reality more than any other before it. You understand her desires and share them with equal passion—although, at this moment, could anyone want anything as much as Yujin right now? Her breathing hitches even more as desire floods through every inch of her body. Her glazed eyes stare back at you with pure love, the dilated pupils barely showing any trace of color.

You nod, confirming what she already suspects. "Yes, Yujin, today is the day."

A single tear gathers at the corner of her eye, threatening to spill over. Her voice quivers and trails off as she struggles to speak. "Master..." Her breath catches in her throat. "Are we really... going to—"

You lean in and capture her lips with a deep, passionate kiss. "Yes," you whisper against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "We are going to have a baby. Babies."

She moans loudly against your lips, unable to contain her excitement, as she grinds her body against yours. "Nngh, oh my god, yes, yes! Yes, I want to have my Master's puppies! Please, please, fuck my pussy, breed me, I love you, make my womb yours, breed me, breed me, breed, m-me, mmmh—" Her babbling dissolves into a series of incoherent noises, her mind lost to the lustful haze of your touch.

You reach up and grasp Yujin's nape firmly but gently, pulling her closer to you. "You'll be a good puppy for Master today, won't you?" You raise an eyebrow expectantly.

Yujin murmurs and whines, sounding like a dog who has been chastised, though she nods quickly.

"Good. We'll have all day today, and the whole weekend to fuck, to fill you with my seed. You can be as loud as you want. I don't want you to restrain anything. I want to see you lose yourself completely, and I don't care who hears. Fuck the neighbors. We'll be leaving soon anyway." Your smirk widens.

Stroke her cheek, then pat her head and point to the floor next to the bed.

"On the ground, puppy."

Yujin slides off the edge of the mattress and kneels, her eyes never straying from your length, soft and hanging between your legs. A small gasp escapes her lips as she leans closer to your cock, her tongue slipping out between her teeth in anticipation. She releases a soft hum, murmuring, "I adore your scent, Master." With reverence, she snuggles against your cock with her cheeks and forehead, inhaling deeply as if testing the notes of a fine wine. Her lips part and her tongue darts out to cover your balls with her saliva. She finds pleasure in drooling on them, feeling their weight, and hearing you moan with enjoyment when she takes both in her mouth. As she feels the tension building between her thighs, she rubs them together for some relief.

She wraps her arms around your thighs and pulls herself closer, burying her nose in your crotch. As Yujin looks up at you, between big and pleading eyes, your shaft lays on her face, covering her mouth and nose. Every expression of submission, lust, and desperation hardens your cock. None match her unflinching smile while she lathers your sack in attention and spit.

Though her voice is muffled by your sack, she whimpers anyway, "Pwease, Master, cahn, I suck yow cock? So… yummy, mmnh." She lets each ball pop out of her mouth slowly, lines of drool connecting them to her glistening lips.

On this small hunt, Yujin's hand snakes towards your groin, but you don't plan on letting Yujin wring your balls dry so easily; you swat her hand away. "Ah-ah. You said you'd be a good girl."

Yujin's head drops in shame, her apology barely audible.

"What was that? Speak up," you demand.

She takes a deep breath before speaking louder. "I'm sorry, sir."

You place your palm gently on top of her head, relishing the softness of her fur beneath your fingertips. "What a good little puppy!" You say it with a hint of scorn, just the way she likes it - you can tell by the way she shivers in anticipation. Your voice turns serious. "If you want a treat, you have to earn it, right?"

Yujin nods eagerly, her eyes still downcast.

"Let's make sure you remember your tricks first."

With hopeful anticipation, she looks back up at you. It has been months since you've gone through this routine, the times the two of you delved deeper into this kink. When you first broached the subject, Yujin had played coy, but she took to it so naturally. And now, she's back in character perfectly. You run your hand through her hair, scratching behind her ear like an indulgent owner would for their well-behaved pet. Yujin leans into your touch, panting softly in contentment as she nuzzles against your hand.

"Sit," you order.

Your obedient pet Yujin complies at once and sits upright on her haunches. Her posture is impeccable, with knees pressed together, hands neatly resting on her thighs, and back straight as a rod. You hold out your hand with the palm facing up, and she eagerly places her chin in it. As she gazes up at you with adoration and trust shining in her eyes, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and ownership over this beautiful creature. It's moments like these that make you believe she was truly made for this canine role.

"Stay," you command, your intense gaze bearing down on Yujin. She fights to remain motionless, every muscle in her body trembling. But she is not a perfectly trained robot; sometimes a bratty, needy side emerges from within her. Rising from the bed, sheets rustling underneath you, you hold out your cock in front of her face. As if to say, look, here's the toy, puppy, as if daring her to lick it. You could thrust it into her mouth like a gloryhole and she wouldn't even flinch. But that's not why you're here. You're testing her. As if sensing your thoughts, she parts her lips slightly and you can practically smell the saliva building up in her mouth. Not good enough. In response, you smack her face with your hard length, the sound reverberating through the room. "Stay means stay," you remind her firmly.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath and squeezes her eyes shut, fighting to regain control over her body. After a few moments, she steadies herself and stares straight ahead, ignoring the throbbing member in front of her with impressive discipline.

You run your fingers through the soft fur of her head and praise her, "Such a good girl." With your other hand, you hold out your palm and command, "Paw." Yujin doesn't hesitate; she places her paw gently in your hand and allows you to shake it. A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you see how easily she follows your commands. "And now, roll over."

Yujin's cheeks flush a bright shade of pink as she gets onto all fours before she rolls onto her back, fully exposing herself to you. The warm morning sunlight streams through the bedroom window, highlighting every curve and dip of her flawless skin. Her wet pussy is on full display, inviting and tempting you further. Every subtle movement of her hips captivates you as she meets your gaze with adoration and devotion shining in her eyes. A shy grin plays on her lips, but there is no doubt: Yujin loves being your devoted puppy, always eager to please and serve you in any way possible.

Yujin lies sprawled out on the cool, hardwood floor of your bedroom, her body aching with desire. Her thighs are parted wide, exposing her glistening, craving pussy to you. The scent of arousal fills the air as she squirms impatiently, her clit protruding from its hood in a swollen and red state. You can see the evidence of hours of teasing and foreplay in the puffy, engorged state of her labia. As you lean down and run your fingertips over the softness of her inner thighs, Yujin shudders under your touch, her muscles tensing and trembling with pleasure.

"Such a good girl. Just a few more, then you get your treat," you whisper, your voice low and seductive. "On your feet, puppy," you say, accompanied by a finger gesture.

Yujin rises gracefully, her arms lifting high above her head and crossing at the wrists. As she arches her back, pushing out her chest, she bites her lip and gazes at you with an intense longing. You come closer. As you cup her breast gently in your hand, Yujin shudders under your touch. To your caress, she arches deeper while she presses herself into your palm. Her body silently pleads for release from the building tension within her—she's not so silent. You continue to massage and explore her soft flesh, feeling the heat radiating from every inch of her skin. When you pinch her nipple between thumb and forefinger or knead the pliant tissue beneath your fingers, Yujin lets out soft whimpers.

Her nipples are hard as diamonds, and a hair's trigger away from causing another orgasm so soon with their sensitivity. They look delectable and you can't resist giving them the attention they deserve. It's also practice for when Yujin is pregnant, as you plan on sucking on them regularly then. Your lips start at her collarbone, eliciting moans from Yujin, before moving down to dive into the valley of her cleavage. You kiss and nip at the pale, sensitive skin of her tits before finally reaching her buds. You lose track of time as you lavish attention on Yujin's breasts, slicking them with your saliva until she looks like she's about to pass out in pleasure—the puppy truly is so sensitive there. But she stands strong for you, eager for more.

"Oh, god," you murmur huskily, your voice dripping with desire as you imagine Yujin's full, milk-filled breasts in your hands. "I can't wait to see them when you're pregnant. So much milk, so juicy and ripe." A smile spreads across Yujin's face at your words, her eyes shimmering with a combination of desire and love for you. You clear your throat. "Now, bow."

With practiced grace, she drops to her knees and bows her head in submission, her forehead touching the ground. Her long hair tumbles around her face, tickling her flushed cheeks. As she lifts her head to peek up at you through her thick lashes, a slight smile plays on her lips. She is proud of herself for remembering all the tricks, but her expression is still pleading for more.

"Mmm, turn around. All fours. One last time."

She complies, getting onto all fours and arching her back to present her ass to you. Her legs spread wider, revealing the slick pink folds of her pussy, glistening with moisture and awaiting your touch. For further measure, with one hand on each cheek, she pulls apart the mounds of her ass to expose her tight puckered asshole. Her juices flow freely down her thighs, leaving a trail on the hardwood floor beneath her as she quivers with anticipation.

"Well done," you praise, lowering yourself to the cool floor to caress Yujin's head, back, and firm ass. You run both your index and middle fingers along her slick slit, feeling the heat emanating from her core. With two fingertips against her entrance, you spread open her folds to inspect how ready she is for you before pushing in. Yujin moans and grinds her hips against your hand, craving more of your touch. You chuckle and withdraw your fingers from your girlfriend's dripping pussy; they glisten with her sweet nectar as you hold them up for her to see, like delicate strands of silk. You'd say she's ready.

She whimpers at the sudden lack of touch and watches intently as you lift your slick-covered digits to her nostrils. She inhales deeply, bites her lower lip, and squirms, her breathing ragged and quick.

"Does my little pup enjoy the scent of her own arousal?" you ask, a smug grin on your face. "That's the smell of a fertile bitch, eager to be bred."

Yujin eagerly nods her head, her eyes shining with desire as she opens her mouth, inviting you to let her lick your fingers clean.

You smirk at the display of submission; it sends a thrill down your spine, a jolt straight to your cock. "Beg like a good dog," you command, "then you can have my fingers to suck on."

After a deep breath, she barks like a loyal canine, then whimpers in need. Her voice is barely audible as she pleads for what she desires. "Please," she begs, her words coming out in soft whines like a dog begging for scraps. "Master, can I please suck on your fingers? I need it so badly." You let out a small chuckle at her plea, knowing that Yujin has been eagerly awaiting this moment. You smear some of her juices onto her cheek, causing her to instinctively try and lick them off but she quickly restrains herself.

You shake your head and tut disapprovingly, making a mental note to be stricter with Yujin during her training sessions. "Not quite good enough," you reprimand her lightly. Tears begin to prick at the corners of Yujin's eyes at your rejection and she sniffs back a sob. "Master..." she starts again, only to have her voice break off into whimpers and heavy breathing. "P-please let me taste myself on your fingers. I know I've been a dirty whore but you take such good care of me and my needy pussy. And I-I'm sorry for making a mess on your fingers but please, please let me clean them." Her words are rushed and desperate as she begs for your approval.

You're amazed at how well Yujin can act in these moments, pulling out all the stops to get what she wants. You suppose the intense teasing and edging you subject her to only adds to the sincerity in her words. Finally, you hold your fingers out to her, tracing teasing circles on her lips. Yujin obediently parts her mouth and takes your digits inside, her tongue swirling and dancing along the surface with eager diligence. She sucks harder, hollowing her cheeks and drawing your fingers deeper, until a low moan escapes from deep within her throat, causing a pleasurable vibration against your skin. Her gag reflex kicks in when the knuckles of your fist brush against the soft palate of her mouth, but she pushes through it, determined to please you.

As you slowly withdraw your fingers from her quivering, red lips, a slick sound echoes throughout the room. Your eyes are dark with hunger as you gaze down at Yujin, who looks up at you with adoration and submission. "How does your sweet pussy taste today, my little puppy?" you ask in a low, commanding voice.

Her breath hitches at your words, her eyes fluttering shut before she responds, "It tastes so good, Master, thank you, thank you. My pussy is always fresh and sweet for you."

You take a moment to taste her yourself and confirm her words—she's right. You continue. "You don't look satisfied. What is it that you really want?"

Her hand trembles as she reaches out to touch yours. "Please, sir," she begs in a hushed tone, "knock me up. I want your cum inside me so badly." Her cheeks flush with arousal as she continues, "I know I can be a naughty puppy sometimes, but my pussy is dripping wet and begging for every drop of your seed. I need to be bred by your big and thick cock... by my perfect Master's cock. It's unmatched and I couldn't even imagine wanting anyone else."

Yujin's grip on your hand tightens and her entire body quivers with anticipation, her eyes widening and mouth slightly agape as she takes deep breaths. She may look like a mess right now, but she's your mess and you love every inch of her in this moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as she confesses, her voice trembling with raw desire. "You're all I ever think about when I touch myself," she admits, the words pouring out of her in a torrent of pure desperation. "And I always pretend it's you who brings me pleasure, not my stupid toys when you're away at work." A deep blush spreads across her cheeks as she continues, "You own me, Master... and you own my pussy. Please cum inside me and make it yours forever."

Yujin falls silent after her confession, her face beet red. But she can't tear her gaze away from yours, as if seeking your approval and permission for her deepest desires.

"Yujin, puppy, are you sure? Once I breed you, I don't think I'll ever be able to stop breeding you." A wicked smile crosses your face as you continue, "I'm going to fuck you raw every single day and make sure to get you pregnant with my pups. It's going to be nonstop baby-making from now on. Do you understand?"

Yujin nods, her messy hair bouncing around as she lets out a small bark of excitement. Her big eyes are wide and pleading, begging for your touch.

You coo softly, a smile playing on your lips as you stroke Yujin's head with affection. You reach over the side of the bed and retrieve the familiar black leather collar, adorned with the word "Puppy." Yujin's eyes light up at the sight of her reward, and she sits patiently as you slip it around her neck, locking it in place.

"From now on, you're not just wearing the collar at home anymore," you explain. "But that doesn't matter right? You're my breedslut, so I might as well keep you leashed to the bed."

Yujin shivers at the idea, and you can feel your desire growing as your fingers brush against her skin. Gripping her hair firmly, you yank her head upward, making sure her gaze remains locked on yours.

"This means you belong to me at all times, Yujin," you growl. "You are mine, and no one else's. Do you understand?"

Release your grip, and Yujin sinks back down to her knees in front of your erection standing tall. You've never seen her so nervous about giving you head, but her determination is evident. She opens her pretty, plump lips to reveal the pink interior of her warm mouth, but all you feel is warm breaths.

Yujin moves closer to you, her body radiating heat and anticipation as she guides your throbbing cock toward her lips with a gentle hand at its base. She gives the head a teasing kiss before taking it into her mouth, eliciting a deep, primal moan from deep within your throat.

As she sucks you off, you can feel her soft, wet tongue swirling and spiraling around your shaft, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from you. Every now and then, she comes up for air with a gasp, before eagerly diving back down to continue pleasuring you. Yujin is a true cocksucker, and she loves every second of it. Her eyes water as she deepthroats your cock with determination, refusing to stop even as it triggers her gag reflex.

"Such a good girl," you say, running your fingers through her hair as you thrust deeper into her throat. "You're my obedient little puppy, aren't you?"

Yujin's eyes roll back in ecstasy as she feels your cock filling her mouth and pushing against the back of her throat. With strings of saliva connecting her lips to your cockhead, she looks up at you with a mix of desire and submission.

"Yes, I'm your good puppy," she says in a raspy voice, still gagging on your cock, a few nervous giggles, a few woofs for good measure, even as tears run down her cheeks. "I'm your slutty little puppy girl, and I love your cock and I need your cock and I'm going to suck it forever." And she's back to work, sucking and licking and gagging on your dick as if this is the only thing that matters to her in life.

Yujin's technique is nothing short of impressive, utilizing all of her skills to bring you closer to the peak. Every move is calculated and precise, expertly designed to pleasure you in ways you've never experienced before. You firmly hold her head down, using her as your own personal fleshlight as you give rough thrusts into her warm, welcoming mouth. Yujin struggles for air but never pulls away, fully submitting to your desires. Her delicate hands reach up to massage your balls, adding an electrifying sensation to the already intense experience.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the brink, ready to explode down her throat at any moment. However, despite your animalistic instincts, every neuron firing within you is focused on breeding rather than covering her face and tongue with your seed. You know that it would be a waste to release such high-quality, potent cum anywhere other than inside her womb. Your rational brain understands this logic, even as your body screams for release.

Yujin will have plenty of time in her life to service you with her mouth; for now, her womb is more valuable in housing your powerful seed. Both your mind and body are in agreement on what they want - and right now, it's nowhere near Yujin's throat. As she continues to suckle on your throbbing member, you pull away from her grasp. Your hips ache with desire and a sense of incompleteness without Yujin's perfect mouth pleasuring you, yet the rush of power coursing through your body is almost intoxicating.

"Puppy, on the bed. Now."

Yujin scrambles to her feet, climbs onto the mattress. "What position, Master? Where do you want me?"

"On your back," you growl, pulling Yujin by her hair onto the bed so that her body is flat against the soft sheets. Her head falls onto the pillows behind her as she looks up at you with wide, waiting eyes."Good girl. Now lift your legs and spread them wide for me."

She immediately obeys, bending her knees and exposing her wet slit to you. You take her ankles and bring them behind her head, folding the girl in half so that you can truly mate-press her, pin her down with your body weight. Her pussy lips are engorged and puffy, and her clitoris protrudes from beneath the hood, throbbing with arousal. She opens her pretty labia wider with two fingers. The pink hole looks small enough that you would be unsure how you'd fit, even though you've fit in there plenty of times, more than you can count.

"L-look, at it, D-Daddy," Yujin stutters. "You're not just my Master, you're gonna be m-my Daddy, too."

With a low growl, you press your aching cock against Yujin's slick entrance. "You want it that bad? Beg for it."

Yujin whimpers and bucks her hips, trying to get more of you inside her. Yujin's voice fills with needy pleading. "Daddy, please, I'll do anything for you. Please, I need your cock more than anything."

"Anything?" you ask, your smirk widening.

Yujin nods eagerly, her hips bucking against yours. "Yes Master, anything! I'll do whatever you want. Just breed me like the slutty little puppy I am."

A wicked thought crosses your mind as you watch her squirm beneath you. "What if I tie you up like this and leave you here, completely at my mercy? You'll be spread open and exposed, unable to move until I decide to fill you."

Yujin gasps and moans at the idea, her body trembling with excitement. "Oh god, yes! Please do that! I'll be your fleshlight, whenever, always, please, just cum in me right now!"

An evil grin spreads across your face as you thrust into her harder, reveling in the power and control you have over her.

You slide your cock into her slowly, savoring every inch of her tightness. Her warmth envelopes you and it feels like heaven subverting God in its perfection.

Yujin's breath catches in her throat as she feels you finally sink deep inside of her, a long, primal moan escaping her lips. Her body trembles with pleasure and relief as she cries out, "Yes Daddy, I need to be bred!" With each thrust, she lifts her hips off the bed in search of more depth.

But you take control, refusing to let her dictate the pace. Your movements are strong and forceful, slamming into her again and again, igniting screams of ecstasy from her throat. "You're a breeding slut," you growl as you continue to drive into her slick heat. "My breeding slut. Mine." Her body quivers with each powerful thrust, unable to resist your dominance.

With a firm grasp on her ankles, you pull Yujin's legs down to either side of your body, opening her up completely for your pleasure. Her tight pussy squeezes around you with each thrust, driving you wild with desire. "When your breasts are swollen and full," you whisper in her ear, "I'll milk them like a cow and make you drink your own cream."

Her mouth falls open in bliss as she listens to your dirty talk. "Oh god yes!" she cries, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. "Master, please breed me! Milk me! N-need it, so, so bad, mmfh, fuck!"

With each forceful thrust, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes throughout the room. Waves of pleasure course through both your bodies as you ravage her cunt without mercy. The sight of her spread open and vulnerable beneath you is almost overwhelming. To distract yourself from the intensity, you roughly slap and squeeze her breasts, relishing in the satisfying jiggles and leaving red marks in their wake. "Puppy loves being punished, doesn't she?" you taunt, reveling in her screams of pleasure mixed with pain.

As her moans crescendo and transform into frenzied screams, you instinctively cover her mouth, despite earlier boasts of being as loud as you both want. Seeing your girlfriend in such a state of ecstasy (eyes rolled back in pleasure or perhaps lack of oxygen) ignites your own desire. Determined to prolong this moment, you abruptly pull out and flip her over onto all fours. For a puppy like Yujin, what other position would be more fitting?

Without hesitation, you plunge back inside her from behind, causing her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The new angle allows for deeper penetration, her walls constricting around you in a tight embrace. With one hand gripping her hip and the other tangled in her hair, you claim her as yours by bending over and sinking your teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. Her skin turns from its usual pale hue to a rosy pink or fiery red as you mark her with rough fingers and sharp slaps to her ass. A mixture of sensations floods Yujin's body as she arches against you in submission.

Yujin meets your every movement with equal passion, pushing back against your length, as much as it may split her in half. Her arms give out and she collapses onto the bed as multiple waves of orgasm wash over her, until the metaphor spills out of her pussy in squirts. You have to pause for a moment and pull away from her tight heat to let her fully experience the intense pleasure engulfing her. Her thighs tremble and she struggles for breath, completely undone by your touch. And yet, this surrender to primal desires is nothing short of magic or art or beauty. She falls. Unwound, on her stomach, you give her as many moments as she needs. As she looks back at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a contented smile graces her lips.

It is necessarily true that humans have evolved a set number of genes that govern their physical form, and this number remains fairly consistent across different populations. However, there are exceptions: A 2015 analysis of DNA sequencing data found that the total number of human genes is not fixed, but varies depending on population, age, sex, diet, and other environmental factors. This finding is consistent with recent work that has demonstrated that the genetic code of a given cell is not static—instead, it changes slightly over time, as new mutations occur and older ones fade away. These mutations can affect the expression of certain proteins or alter the structure of certain RNA strands, thereby affecting how the gene is expressed and what function(s) the protein encoded by the gene fulfills. In short, our genomes evolve over time, and the process is not entirely random.

Humans have been around for thousands of generations, and yet they still exist today. Why do we believe that this pattern will continue for the foreseeable future when in reality, nothing is guaranteed? Evolutionary biologists have proposed a number of hypotheses regarding this question, including that humans are uniquely adaptable to environmental challenges and thus able to survive longer than many other species, and that our brains allow us to create tools that protect us from predators and disease. However, it is possible that these explanations are simply wrong. Perhaps humans were always meant to live forever. Maybe evolution made it so that we never grow old and die, and that death itself was merely an illusion created by our minds to keep us focused on surviving rather than procreating. Or maybe we will simply cease to exist someday. As long as chance determines our fate, we may never know for certain. But what remains clear is that relying on natural selection or external forces is not enough—we must actively make decisions in accordance with our individual interests.

This is not just abstract philosophy. This is the mindset you adopt as you forcefully drive your raw cock into Yujin's dripping-wet pussy, her body responding eagerly to your every thrust. With her submissive form lying beneath you, legs wrapped tightly around your waist, you have complete control over the pace and depth of your lovemaking. And as much as you enjoy taking her from behind, this is the best way to ensure the creampie takes. It's in your best interests. For the future's best interest.

We do not dwell on hunger pangs or fatigue, nor do we dwell on the satisfaction of satiation; we do not dwell upon the emptiness we feel after a good orgasm, because we assume that it was merely a temporary state, one which we must return from eventually. This mindset is what allows humans to achieve great feats, but also holds us back from reaching our full potential. When we fail, we often place blame on ourselves and our own perceived inadequacies, rather than acknowledging external factors. And when we succeed, we often underestimate our own abilities and attribute it to mere luck. This is the complex nature of human existence—the ability to push past pain and discomfort, to push ourselves beyond our limits without fear of consequences. It is a gift bestowed upon us by our biology and has enabled countless achievements that would otherwise be deemed impossible.

As you enter Yujin's tight and hot pussy, it feels as though it was custom-made for your cock. The fact that such a small and delicate thing can fit perfectly around you is a gift in itself. And despite having been with many women before, none have been as willing or enthusiastic as Yujin. Her moans fill the room with each thrust, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. You no longer care about being discreet. Let them hear. This is your bond, the mother-to-be of your children, irrevocably yours.

Yujin's voice, strained and desperate, begs for you to breed her. Her arousal is evident in the way she teeters on the edge of climax so soon after her last. But you know all the ways to push her over the brink, and this is your favorite. Slowly, deliberately, you draw out each pump of your hips, driving her insane with anticipation. With one hand, you reach between her legs and toy with her clit, rubbing circles over the swollen bud and teasing it relentlessly. Your other hand wraps around her smooth neck, squeezing just enough to restrict her breathing as you pound into her desperately. She whimpers and whines, struggling for air, her wide eyes staring up at you in shock.

"I'm going to knock you up, puppy," you growl into Yujin's ear. Her body trembles with ecstasy as your cock thrusts deep within her, giving no mercy as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure racks through her, legs kicking wildly.

Humans are social creatures, defined by communication, which most commonly takes the form of exchange: exchange of ideas between individuals—we invented language for it—exchange of goods or resources, even exchange of genetic information through intercourse. This is the fundamental mechanism by which our species has survived and thrived for thousands of generations. Of course, exchange itself begets more exchange. For instance, offering food to someone may result in them giving you food back the next day, while giving advice can earn you gratitude and offers of assistance. In sexual relationships, this reciprocity can take the form of mutual pleasure and sharing intimacy. However, at times, the balance of power can become unequal and one-sided. You tighten your grip around Yujin's neck, cutting off her air supply as she gasps and wheezes beneath you with wild eyes. At that moment, you have complete control over her and plenty of DNA to put inside her. Less girlfriend, more of a mere receptacle, Yujin lays limp in your arms. You feel closer to her than ever before while you build towards your own release.

Releasing your hold on her neck, she takes in deep breaths—her chest heaving with each labored inhale. Yet even these breaths are taken from her as you steal them back with kisses before finally consummating the act. Through it all, Yujin smiles against your lips—the roughness and love intertwining in a beautiful dichotomy that continues to prove false in practice. No need for words as she tells you how much she loves you, how much you love her. It is an unspoken bond between lovers, solidified in moments like these.

As you feel yourself reaching the edge of climax, your body tenses with anticipation. The sweet ache in your loins intensifies as you know that Yujin's womb is aching to be filled with your potent seed, yearning for your offering, your gift to her. The scent of arousal fills the air, mingling with the sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin. You are on the brink of eruption when suddenly, without warning, you feel her body spasm violently beneath you—exchange begets exchange—and her walls clench as though she's out for every last drop of your load. And if she's not out for that, at least she's out—there is not a thought left on Yujin's face, eyes crossed, her lips curled into a blissfully stupid grin as the euphoria of her climax consumes her completely, washing away all rationality and replacing it with pure ecstasy. Try as you may to hold back, there's no stopping the freight train. Your own mind burns with the image of her face, knowing that this is the moment your child will be conceived. With one final thrust, you surrender completely to the waves of pleasure crashing through you both.

Yujin's body continues to ride out the aftershocks, her walls clenching tightly around you as you fill her with your hot load. Your seed coats her insides, painting them with thick jets of sticky white liquid. She milks every last drop from your shaft as you convulse violently, lost in the throes of pure bliss. All other thoughts fade away as her pussy becomes your entire world, drowning out everything else.

In this moment, you imagine a future where Yujin remains your devoted pet forever. The thought fills your heart with joy and you know it will soon become reality. You will breed her until she is heavy with pups, and then do it again and again until… there is no until. This is your destiny, and nothing could make you happier.

As Yujin whimpers and nuzzles against you in post-orgasmic bliss, you cradle her close, stroking her hair and whispering soft words of comfort into her ear. "You're going to be such a good mommy," you groan, a swell of pride washing over you like the sunrise. And in this moment, you imagine a future where you could stay inside Yujin forever.

Before she relaxes, Yujin gestures towards the nightstand drawer and you rummage through it until you find a small dildo. She takes it from you and pushes it into her still-quivering pussy alongside your softening cock. It's a tight and intense sensation, but one that you enjoy knowing that you are still locked inside her. You smile down at Yujin lovingly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Good thinking," you murmur, "we need to keep your pussy plugged tight so my seed can take hold."

This detail may not have been mentioned in any books about conception, but you find yourself laughing and going along with it anyway. As your mind wanders to how important this is for Yujin (and how turned on she must be), you consider taking advantage of her other free hole despite your body tingling from the most intense climax of your life. But you decide to save that for another time.

As your shared exertions begin to subside, your bodies relax against each other. Yujin's breathing slows as she drifts off into exhaustion. You finally pull out, but keep the toy in place to ensure none of your precious semen escapes. Finding a pair of panties nearby, you use them to secure the toy before covering Yujin with the blankets. You slip beneath the covers as well, pulling her close and holding her protectively until she falls asleep.

"I love you so much," you whisper, planting a gentle kiss on Yujin's temple before drifting off beside her, basking in the warm glow of the morning light. In this moment, you feel fulfilled and content in ways that words cannot express. You've never been happier or felt more alive. And wrapped in the arms of your perfect puppy girlfriend, soon to be your wife and the mother of your child, you know that this is where you belong, with many more days like this yet to come.

With that comforting thought in mind, sleep claims you both.

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As consciousness slowly seeps into your mind, you are greeted by the sound of slurping and wet warmth between your legs. Your eyes flutter open to see Yujin kneeling beside the bed, her lips wrapped around your cock. In her hand is the smaller dildo from earlier in the morning; on the floor underneath her is a larger silicone dildo with a suction base, which she's slowly bouncing on. The scent of sex fills the room, accompanied by the soft moans coming from Yujin's lips, received in vibrations by your member.

She sucks back and forth between the smaller dildo in her hand and your cock, as if cleaning both with fervent desire. Her taste buds must be bombarded with the flavors of dried cum and her own nectar, yet she continues to suck on both like candy. Despite having barely been asleep for two hours, your girlfriend seems to possess boundless energy.

"What are you doing?" you murmur groggily, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Glancing at the clock, you realize it's not even noon yet. You must have only drifted off a couple of hours ago—but it seems like Yujin was too aroused to let you get any decent rest. The consequences of keeping her on edge for so long.

Setting aside the smaller dildo, Yujin pulls her lips away from your member momentarily, a strand of saliva connecting her mouth to your glistening cockhead. Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she says in a bratty tone, "Master, you promised me that you were going to breed me!"

A smirk crosses your face as you reply, "I did."

"Nuh-uh," she retorts. "I won't believe it until I feel your baby growing inside my belly." A devilish grin spreads across her face. "So until then, I'm not letting go of your cock!" With a playful giggle, she resumes pleasuring you orally while riding the dildo at the same pace. As her mouth goes down on your cock, she takes the toy deeper into herself.

You can't help but agree with her logic—even with all day and all weekend, breaks for basic needs like eating and using the bathroom are inevitable. Might as well start now. Plus, Yujin looks so damn cute with her mouth full of your meat. It makes you want to cum in her throat just for being so adorable.

Your hand reaches down to stroke her hair, gently guiding her movements. "That feels good, Yujin. But just so you know, I plan on cumming in your pussy again, not your stomach."

She nods with your shaft still between her lips, murmuring, "Yes, Daddy," before returning to fervently sucking and stroking your length.

A content smile spreads across your face as you lean back against the pillows. Watching Yujin pleasure herself on your cock reminds you that this is exactly how things are meant to be between the two of you: Her worshiping your cock with her skilled mouth; you reveling in the sight and sensation. There is, of course, one more hole you'd like to fill while you're still in bed, but it can wait till after breakfast. For now, you're happy to let your girlfriend suck away.

The blowjob feels incredible—her mouth is so soft and hot that you can hardly stand it. Your fingers thread through her hair as you encourage her to bob down further and further onto your length each time. Even with the intensity of your last orgasm, you're renewed by the sheer force of her devotion, ever a smile curling up at the corner of your lips as her eyes water with the effort of taking more of you into her throat. Yujin gags, her body convulsing as the tip of your shaft hits the back of her throat, but she refuses to stop, determined to swallow your entire length into her mouth and beyond—she loves it, craves it, needs it.

In a way, oral sex is evolutionary cheating: A female's reproductive tract is optimized for conception, which requires a relatively high amount of energy to maintain, but oral stimulation doesn't result in pregnancy; it's a waste of energy. Thus, it makes little sense biologically for females to enjoy giving oral sex, but at least in the example on her knees, they love it more than the world. You watch in awe as she sucks you off, her eyes closed in concentration as she focuses all her attention on pleasuring your manhood. She moans softly, her tongue caressing the underside of your shaft while she continues to suckle, licking every inch of you. Her technique is flawless, and she knows it—she knows that every movement, every flick of her tongue sends shivers of pleasure up your spine, and she relishes the fact that you can barely contain yourself from cumming right in her mouth. She wants it badly, too—you can tell by the way she keeps looking up at you with those wide puppy eyes, pleading silently as if to say "please cum in my mouth, Daddy, I want to taste it, to eat it. We can keep breeding later, but I need this right now."

You can tell that she's not going to let up until you finish in her mouth, so there's no point in trying to hold on. You let yourself fall over the precipice, and you groan loudly, your hips jerking forward involuntarily as you erupt, shooting hot jets of your semen straight down into her stomach, as her own orgasm hits her hard—she's already so turned on that the feeling of your seed splattering into her stomach sets off her own climax immediately after yours, and her body shakes and trembles.

You pull out from her mouth with a wet pop, your cock slick with saliva as it slips free—it's hard again already. Yujin is panting heavily, her body flushed pink from arousal and exertion. Her eyes are wide and bright, and they're locked onto you, watching every little motion you make as if afraid to miss a single thing.

"Yujin. We're getting lunch. Then we're fucking in the kitchen." She beams and jumps up, excited to follow your orders. You smile to yourself; she's such a silly girl sometimes. But you wouldn't trade her for anything in the world.

You get out of the bed. "Come on, pup."

Yujin follows after you eagerly, imagine a wagging tail behind her, and you both head downstairs to the kitchen.

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AFF, AO3

This final ending section is incomplete and reasonably should just be cut or completed, but it's what you're getting.

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luveline · 2 months

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Hi jade I have a hotch request! But u can do with any of the other boys too if you prefer! It's a bit personal but a few years ago someone kissed and then groped me without my consent and now I'm too anxious to kiss anyone even when it's someone I like :( would be willing to write a cute lil hotch comfort fic where may be he goes to kiss reader and she seizes up and just hotch being so patient but also angry on her behalf

Hotch sees you, and he gets this unshakeable happiness that starts in his hands and moves its way through him. He feels young, like he could take you dancing, or send you drinks from across the bar.

You might accept them. You’re smiling at him from around the stem of a cherry, the corners of your eyes crushed together in a dark smudge of lashes. He waits a beat before taking the stem and pulling against your lips, where it snaps. This is hilarious to you —you giggle infectiously behind your hand, turning away from him and back again, almost like you’d wanted to do something and thought better of it.

He’s doing that all the time lately. He wants to kiss you more than anything, feel the bubble of your laughter on his lips, and taste the sweetness of your drink where it lingers. Your mouth is stained black cherry as you swallow, and touch his arm in thanks.

Now, he thinks to himself carefully, is the time. There’s no better time to kiss you than this. You’ve said yes to the date, teased him in the car about his being the nervous one, and you’re smiling at him with that slight sparkle of excitement. He assumes it to be an invitation, and it’s his mistake.

Hotch takes your cheek into his hand, too focused on remembering how it feels to want to kiss someone to realise the look on your face until you’re turning into his hand. Not just turning, hiding, angling your shoulder away from him, and then pulling away from his hand completely.

Hotch thinks, oh. Thinks, fuck. Thinks he should’ve asked first, because now you’re trembling, the most minute of shakes wracking your arm where it’s still on the bar, your fingers white wrapped around your glass. He caught you off guard. He’s missed something big.

Hotch drops his hand from your face. For a moment, there’s a raw quiet between you, like you’re trying to decide who should talk first but neither is brave enough to actually decide.

He knows this might be wrong again, but he touches your arm, resting his fingers flat and gentle against your skin. Slowly, he rubs a line over your skin and the fine hairs on your wrist. “What’s wrong?” he asks quietly. It can’t be about him. Hotch is confident in his ability to profile emotion even if he’s messed this up, so he knows it’s not necessarily him. You’re upset. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologises without reluctance. Even if your reaction isn’t purely from his action, it is him who spurred it on.

You touch his wrist with your pinky finger. He doesn’t know if it’s purposeful or accidental.

“Honey, are you alright? You’re shaking.”

You don’t talk for a while. He can almost see you putting your words together, blushed lips parting before you speak. “A few months ago, this man I’d never met kissed me, and then he grabbed me. I mean, he groped me,” —you mumble the last part, eyes steadfast on his chest— “so I don’t think you’re gonna do that to me, but I get stressed out sometimes.”

“You’re anxious it will happen again.”

“It wasn’t fun.”

“No, I wouldn’t think so.”

He cares about you beyond wanting to kiss you, and hearing someone’s hurt you makes him furious, but it also makes him sorry. He has to tamp down the urge to hug you. He reminds himself to ask.

“Honey, can I hug you?”

“Sorry, I’m being awkward,” you say. He shakes his head. You take a half step forward. “Please.”

Hotch is careful to hug you kindly. No squeezing or rough hands, just a hug. “I’m sorry for trying to kiss you without asking. I thought you… I read the situation wrongly.”

“No, Hotch, I did want you to kiss me. I still do.” You curl your hand at his side. “Sorry. I just need some warning.”

“I can tell you days in advance,” he promises.

“You aren’t mad?”

“Of course not. Not at you… I don’t suppose you know the man who assaulted you?”

You pull away from him ever so slightly, bringing your gaze to his face with a similar shade of tentativeness. “Does it matter?”

“Only if you wanted me to do something about it,” he says. “But otherwise, no, it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry either way. You deserve to be treated with dignity and respect and it’s not fair that that happened to you.”

“Kind of heavy for a first date,” you laugh.

To his relief, it’s a real laugh. He thinks he might’ve said the right thing, and he’s glad for it, his arm still held carefully behind your back, the lights of the bar hot against his neck. This would’ve been an unfortunate time and place to have upset you worse, and to express his regret.

“I really am sorry. Let me know if there’s something I can do.”

You lift up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you. I’d love another drink, if that’s okay.”

He orders you another cherry vodka sour with extra cherries, and after a warm half an hour in which he tries to prove he can be trusted to treat you gently, you fold your arm behind his back.

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tswwwit · 2 months

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(sorry, this got way long, and maybe a little sappy, but i didn't want to spam with multiple asks)

so i just finished reading the most recent chapter of the cultist reincarnation au, and i love it so so much.

my personal fave part is bills little rivalry with the mini bill plush. bill waited for so long to see his husband again, and this little plush is getting all of the affection bill wants, i love it. i hope dipper keeps it around after getting all his memories back, because it is a wonderful way to tease bill. just 'fine, i'll just go hug and kiss my new, better husband!' said as dipper walks off with mini bill just to annoy bill.

after reading that chapter i started rereading the entire familiar au (or like 95% of everything that was written for it including snippits, pov changes, and multipart stories, thanks to weirdeggi's masterpost) and its so so fun and interesting seeing bill go from a demonic jackass who barely tolerates his human, to seeing him put so much time, care, and patience into making sure the cultist reincarnation of dipper feels comfortable and relaxed around him. while seeing dipper go from timid and ignorant in the beginning to confident and knowledgeable with the ability to handle all of bills tricks easily.

it's just all so good and you write the characters so so well, i love them so much. i love seeing how much they've grown and drove each other insane/sane. the world building is so well done, especially with how the magic works and affects things. i've read these stories so many times over the years and as they come out, and each new one is always a delight. no pressure on you to rush of course, please take your time, but know that any new fic or chapter you post has at least one person eager to read and enjoy it.

(the rest of this is just going to be fun questions that popped up while rereading, no pressure on answering them, i just thought of them while reading and thought they'd be fun to ask and share)

I am curious about how bill views or thinks about his 'sickness' after the events of confessing it, and if that's different from several reincarnations later. cause i know in the bill v bill fic the other bill still calls it a sickness, and while i know our bill is happy as hell, i do wonder if he still thinks its a sickness or a curse, even if its the best thing to ever happen to him.

i'd also be interested to know if dipper ever makes friends with any demons, cause like i know in confessing it he meets pyronica and she reminds him of mabel, and he kinda got along with the spider centaur demon, but it would be neat to know if he ever makes actual friends with any demons, and if those friendships 1) make bill jealous 2) last over several reincarnations

speaking of the reincarnation, i'm curious when in their relationship that those two put that plan into action. like if it was still early into their relationship or if it was as dipper got older and his days got more numbered. i know bill thinks of it kind of early on while they're together, but that doesn't mean it's put into action right away.

it would be neat to see how all bills henchmen eventually see the whole bond too. i know in confessing it they see bill acting all weird with dipper, and how much his human affects bills mood, so im sure they know its better to have him around even if for a little while. but its fun to think that later down the line when the reincarnations pop up its viewed more as 'vacation time' when the henchmen don't have to take over reality and can relax while bills off smooching his mortal.

Thanks so much; I'm really glad you've enjoyed the fic! If it's been half as fun to read as it's been to write I'll have accomplished a ton.

Okay, onto the questions:

1: Bill likely still considers it a sort of sickness/curse, but like. Not a bad one, necessarily. While his relationship is way weird for a demon, that's actually great! He's the master of weirdness! If it weirds out other beings or confuses the hell out of them, that's proof that he's the best in the biz, baby. And he's very, very happy.

2: Dipper probably does make some demon friends/acquaintances. It's only natural after multiple lifetimes running in the same circles with eternal beings. Given a friendship in one lifetime, it's likely the demons' assumption that they'll just pick back up where they left off! Neat new body, how's it suiting you? (The familiarity weirds out Dipper incarnations until they get their memories back.)

I don't think Bill's jealous of them, though. Hanging out with buddies doesn't register as 'competition' for Dipper's affections, in the same way that Dipper's not jealous of the henchmaniacs.

3: I haven't decided exactly when they settle on the reincarnation thing, but likely it's after a near-death experience. Maybe even post-whump!

4: Speaking of those henchmen! They're eventually gonna get used to Bill being hitched. Not like they have a choice in the matter; Dipper's not going anywhere.

The new status quo is pretty weird, but they knew what they were getting into in regards to 'weird' - and frankly, Bill's in a vastly better mood whenever his husband's home. Something that puts the Boss in a cheerful Fun Times Interdimensional Crimes Party mood? When he gets pissy there's a human who deals with it, rather than Bill lashing out and picking on whoever's closest? Absolutely! They're all for it! Once those Big Upsides become apparent, they're gonna be pleased to see Dipper hanging around.

#answers #Cult Dipper with his memories back absolutely 100% will storm off when miffed to go kiss and cuddle his 'better husband' (Mini-Bill)#Bill then fumes and sulks at this horrible injustice #This was long in my response but hey! Sometimes you gotta write a lot #So glad that you're enjoying my work #I gotta write more now #Onward to the document #Unless I get sidetracked by Stardew again

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Dangerous Men | Klaus Mikaelson

“Dangerous men make good pets.”

Regina makes a powerful friend in Klaus Mikaelson.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content

Chapter One: Cherry

Klaus Mikaelson watched like a predator stalking its prey. He knew he had more important things to be doing, but he couldn’t help himself. The way that girl danced was something he couldn’t explain.

He was under her spell in a way he’d never been with any woman before in his life. He never would’ve guessed that the devil could know heaven.

“Would you like a dance?”

Niklaus Mikaelson looked up, without consequence, as one of the girls working the floor of the club approached him.

“…No, thank you,” he shook his head politely, blue eyes locked on the beautiful dancer up on the pole with the long ebony locks and perfectly bronzed skin. “What’s her name?” he pointed, determined to find out everything he could.

“Cherry,” the young vampire informed him.

“No. Her real name,” Klaus insisted.

“But, Mr. Mikaelson,” the young woman began, “The club policy—”

“I don’t care about the fucking club policy,” he warned her, a threatening look in his eyes.

She immediately cleared her throat, terrified of the Original vampire.

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry. Her name’s Regina.”

“Regina what?” he asked impatiently.

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know,” the dancer apologized quickly. “You can ask Steve!” she provided.

Klaus Mikaelson grinned, finally having gotten somewhere. “Alright. I suppose I’m asking Steve.”

He found himself at the club until long after closing. After the customers cleared out and the dancers all made their way to the back, he waited patiently in front of the white Porsche parked out in the lot, the car he had found out belonged to Regina Lugo. She was outside within the next half hour at the most, lavish fur coat draped over her black dress.

Klaus’s eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman, cracking a darkly seductive smile as she dropped her arm, designer bag in her hand.

“Hello, love.”

“The club has security, you know,” Regina said curtly. “They stay until all of us leave”

Klaus chuckled, admiring her composure. “I’m not some customer asking for your number,” he told her patiently.

“Aren’t you, though?” she wondered.

It was becoming more difficult for him to contain his amusement. Regina was, of course, a beautiful woman. Beautiful in a different way than many of her coworkers. Her beauty was timeless, and sacred; there was something indescribably mystical about the darkness of her eyes and the natural cascade her hair.

“I don’t want your phone number, love,” he assured her, his voice nothing more than a suggestive purr.

“Then what do you want?” she asked him, still cautious of him. “Again, keep in mind, security.”

Klaus humored her, as if security could actually stop him.

“I’m not like all the others, you know,” he remarked, dangerous and debonair in his leather jacket. “I could actually give you what you want.”

“And what do you think it is I want?” Regina wondered, crossing her arms.

He smiled, understanding her skepticism of his character.

“Anything you want,” he promised, stepping closed as she just watched him, not quite disturbed enough by him to perceive him as an immediate threat. “I could offer you anything. Not just a spliff, or a Chanel bag.”

Regina looked at him with curiosity, pulled in by his confidence.

“Who are you?” she questioned.

“Niklaus Mikaelson,” he answered truthfully.

She stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowed as she tried to place him. The one thing Klaus liked about Regina was that she seemed resourceful, and strategic; she aimed to know everything about the world she was a part of, in order to thrive in it. Not necessarily conquer it, but thrive in it.

Her lack of trust in him, as well as her lack of enchantment, drew him in to her even more.

“You’re one of them,” she realized, looking into his dark blue eyes.

“‘One of’ what?” Klaus asked her coyly, feigning innocence.

“I don’t know exactly… But you're one of them. The ones who get whatever they want when they come in, week day or weekend. The ones who own this city,” she said thoughtfully. “And I’m not talking about through government, or corporations. You’re one of the ones who really own the city. Aren’t you?” she concluded.

Klaus felt himself genuinely impressed by her insight. She was smarter than most of the people in New Orleans, he gathered. She had put together almost all the pieces when most weren’t even aware of the puzzle.

“You’re a perceptive little thing, aren’t you?” he said softly, his undeniably handsome face only inches from hers.

She didn’t answer the rhetorical question. She didn’t seem afraid of him at all, like a little girl pressing her face against the glass at the zoo to see the pretty tiger.

“What are you, Niklaus?” Regina asked curiously. “A rock star? A millionaire? A gangster?”

The guesses she’d made were funny to him.

“Right question. Wrong solutions,” he assisted her.

“The club owners and some of the other girls are afraid of you,” she remarked, seeming to have deduced this completely on her own. “Why? I mean, it’s obvious you have some kind of money, and influence. But why?” she stared at him with curiosity.

“You’re a smart girl. Why don’t I let you figure it out for yourself?” Klaus encouraged her.

“And in the meantime?” Regina wondered, watching him as she observed everything about him.

He looked at her with sharp eyes as he made up his mind, determined to gain her complete trust. Her trust, he had realized, was something of value.

“Tell me something you want,” he told her, before changing his mind, “No. The thing you want. Something that can’t just be bought in a store… Something with character,” Klaus told her.

“Anything?” she questioned.

“Anything.”

“What if I wanted the queen’s jewels?” she asked him.

“Then I suppose you’d be getting the queen’s jewels, wouldn’t you?” Klaus said without a second thought.

She knew in the specific way that he’d said it that he was completely serious. This man could get her the queen’s jewels. Regina didn’t know how, exactly, but she could tell he could. There was a pause as she tried her best to test him.

“Carmela Soprano’s fur coat,” Regina decided, knowing the point she was making.

Klaus stopped with satisfaction as he eyed her, appreciating her sense of humor.

“That’s what you want?” he asked eagerly.

“That’s what I want,” Regina said with finality.

“Consider it done,” was all he had to say, before he completely disappeared.

Regina had no idea at all where he went, or how he had done it, but Klaus was just gone, nowhere to be seen as she was left panting softly as she tried to reason with her own mind as she quickly got into her car. There was something definitely strange about the man she’d met. What it was, she didn’t know.

All she knew was that everyone at the club had known who he was, to different degrees, and strictly referred to him as ‘Mr. Mikaelson’, even if he wasn’t in the room. Regina knew that it was impossible for people to just disappear into thin air, but she also knew that men with Niklaus Mikaelson’s influence may as well have been the gods of New Orleans.

She knew for sure that she’d made a powerful friend when she returned home to her apartment the following night to find a large, black garment bag hanging inside of her apartment, a note card hanging off of it bearing nothing but a set of initials.

- K.M.

Chapter Two

#klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #the vampire diaries #tvd #tvdu #the originals #to #joseph morgan #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus x reader #klaus x y/n #niklaus x reader #niklaus imagines

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goatedgreen · 3 months

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the thing i love about how haikyuu represents yachi hitoka's relationship with her mother is that they never present her mother as being wrong for the way she treats hitoka, just that the type of "tough love" she values is not always what hitoka needs to hear.

eg: the audience is immediately reassured (in the conversation between hitokas mum and her coworker) that she doesnt mean to come across as cold, just that she believes hitoka needs to become "tougher" (self assured) and that if that small piece of dejection is enough to make her not persue becoming the manager of the vball club, then she was never that passionate about it to begin with.

and this is shown to be true! despite this momentary upset from her mother, hitoka continues to try her best to get to know the vball club members and help them before officially being appointed as a manager. BUT she is still on the fence because of her own insecurities which were compounded by her mother.

hitokas mother is giving her advice, GOOD advice even, but the miscommunication comes from the fact that it is not what hitoka really needs to hear.

hitokas first piece of actual encouragement of course comes from kiyoko in that lovely scene they get in the changing room. while hitokas mothers advice was "if youre not 100% sure about something, you cant give it your all" (sound advice for someone with less anxiety maybe) kiyoko tells her "its okay not to be sure just yet, but if you give things a try, you could find yourself giving it your all anyway" . this is the first step for hitoka realising that her mothers words are incomplete (not wrong, just not the full picture)

welcome hinata to the picture. he WANTS her to be the new manager and he likes her as a person! his words of ENCOURAGEMENT are what finally drives her to realise that she CAN do something for herself and she is ABLE to do things outside of her comfort zone.

and once yachi is IN? her mother is there with the same philosophy she has always had, but this time hitoka's mindset has changed, she is READY to be driven forward . "thats not going to work, it doesnt stand out at all. who is your target audience, what are you trying to show?" the advice again is given in that "cold" tone, but now we as the audience , and finally hitoka, understand the true meaning of what is being said. its not to belittle or discourage, but to promote introspection.

the thing i love about this dynamic is that it is very realistic to the way a lot of parents thinm they need to encourage their children. its not necessarily incorrect, just wrongly timed.

hitoka was only able to come into her own AFTER being encouraged, as it gave her the CONFIDENCE to introspect the way her mother was trying to get her to do. in fact i would say it means that hitokas mum thinks quite highly of her daughter, believing she had the confidence to introspect all on her own without blatant encouragement needed

all this is to say that basically i love the dynamic between those two and that hitoka was able to get the encouragement she needed to become a more self assured person, which i think allowed her to come to a better understanding of her mothers words and own form of advice

a lesser show would have had hitoka just realising her mum was right all along! or would have demonised her mum for being too harsh! but i much prefer the realistic showcase of conflicting wants and needs, and that both sides of advice can be helpful or harmful depending on the person.

#DOES ANY OF THIS MAKE SENSW #haikyuu #yachi hitoka

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s2e2 made me think about Mobius / Loki from Mobius point of view - what the heck is going on with him anyway?

Stream of consciousness on S1 -S2ep2 follows….

S1e1 - The one where Mobius goes from manipulative to empathetic.

Mobius has studied all of Loki’s life, he’s actually informed as soon as Loki is brought in (the TVA know about this particular interest of his.) In his own word “lm actually a fan.” This could all be manipulation until last scene where Loki confesses he doesn’t like hurting people. Loki can’t see Mobius expression as he says this - which if he was just manipulating would be triumphant instead Mobius looks full of compassion - so we know this is not just someone using Loki there’s some personal feeling there.

S1 e2 - The one where Mobius loses control of his feelings but doesn’t know it yet.

Renslayer spots this first - pointing out Mobius “soft spot for broken things” which Mobius denies (will we get more on that?). Mobius claims he’d still be able to prune Loki “I’ll prune him myself” and in Roxxcart heavily questions whether Loki is trustworthy. “Why are people you can’t trust always saying trust me.” The last thing he says to Loki before the infamous “divorce scene”.

S1e3 - The one with no Mobius 🙁

doesn’t have enough Mobius for us to judge really I just assume he’s ranting to himself in his head the whole time.

S1e4 The one where Mobius accepts (some of) his feelings.

This episode opens with an obviously very hurt and betrayed Mobius. So now we know that whatever he told Renslayer (about being able to handle his Loki) and he all his very logical cautionary language (about trust) in the end it was nonsense. He’d completely lost his heart at some point in S1e2 and had been in denial about it. He’s also beginning to doubt the TVA mission here and hasn’t been able to process any of that logically. So we see a very emotional Mobius is the interrogation scenes. Its useful for the audience because he straight out tells us he thought Loki was a partner (“I guess you don’t do partners”) and a friend (“… a really bad friend”). (This isn’t necessarily romantic though the “Sylvie with an i or ie” thing certainly raises eyebrows”).

At some point in Ep 4 Mobius pulls himself together enough to do some pretty calculated sleuthing on Renslayer. Then we see a partial coming together of Mobius head and heart in the time jail scene where you can see him acknowledging Loki as a friend, making a conscious decision to trust him. “I got to take the word of 2 Loki’s” “how about the word of a friend”.

The offer here is to help save Sylvie which is something he is doing for Loki (he hasn’t even spoken with her at this point and has very little interaction with her ever as it goes). In fact this will cost him his life (since Renslayer almost immediately prunes him). Given the speed of events there’s only really time for a partial acceptance of whatever messy feeling Mobius has for Loki - it goes from yes we’re friends to now I’m willing to die in the space of three strides.

S1e5 - The one where Sylvie is Mobius’ perfect excuse to ignore his feelings

This is the only episode where Mobius has any extended interaction with Sylvie - though we don’t see that much of it. But it is interesting & crucial as it tells Mobius that Sylvie is interested in Loki. One of the first things she says is that she came to the void to look for Loki. I think that’s important because we see Mobius concede pretty much all ground to Sylvie in the episode. Later Sylvie tells Loki “he cares about you” - so Mobius must have done or said something for her to figure that out - and it’s not a question she’s pretty confident about it. The Loki / Mobius final scene is the long hug beloved by Lokious shippers everywhere. What’s interesting is that Loki says “thank you my friend.” Whereas Mobius deflects and almost hands off the emotion to Sylvie with the “you’re my favourite.” It’s clearly *not true* that Sylvie is his favourite he’s met her for all of five minutes so what is this? It reads as an acceptance / concession that the more important partner for Loki will be Sylvie. Whatever messy feelings Mobius may have he’s doing the “I’m happy for you” thing. Again it’s not necessarily romantic. I don’t think Mobius would know - and now has no reason to even examine it or deal with his feelings which I suspect suits him just fine. Just like when you have a really close friend and they get together with someone you know that chapter of friendship is over - and there’s little point in wondering if it could be more.

S1e6 - The one where eons of friendship mean little

Not much Mobius content and we don’t see them together unless you count the last scene. The most interesting insight probably comes from Mobius / Renslayer scene where Renslayer makes a good point about Mobius choosing Loki over her. Logically there are good reasons Mobius would make that choice the TVA has been morally dubious at best and Renslayer tried to kill him. But what is interesting is Mobius’ emotional reaction - he just seems sad and resigned about what happened between them despite the friendship supposedly lasting eons. Contrast this with his emotions in s1e4 in response to a lesser betrayal by Loki.

S2e1 - The one where Mobius would rather die than talk about it

Given the speed at which things happen in this episode it’s another one where processing feelings is not going to happen.

Mobius opens the season is a different place to the season close - re TVA s1 ends with him declaring he’ll “burn it to the ground”. S2 starts with him questioning what they should do “everything you are doing was wrong and all your gods are dead”.

When Loki & Mobius finally find each other in the war room Mobius instinct is to get the near hysterical Loki out of the room and alone. He asks where Sylvie is almost immediately - hears enough to work out there’s unfinished business there. Partially understands the HWR threat but focuses on the time slipping. It’s worth noting that Loki and Mobius have somehow ended up in the same ambiguous position re the TVA vs Sylvie & B15 who are probably still in the “burn it to the ground frame of mind”. For all Mobius ambiguity this season so far the one thing he does seem clear about is his loyalty to Loki - he trusts everything he says without question and his priority in e1 is to fix the time slipping (this is no one else’s priority not even Loki’s). Note everyone else’s gods might be dead but Mobius god is still alive.

The episode ends with Mobius willing to die horribly to save Loki ( very nearly doing so). I’ll need to rewatch but I’m not sure if Loki actually knows this is a death sentence for Mobius (although maybe it’s obvious that’s what will happen if you lose all your skin). IIRC OB is only clear about “you will die” after Loki time slips to the future. In any case Loki can’t know in advance that Mobius will stay out in the walkway far too long.

Before Loki timeslips we have one of those “what was he going to say” declaration scenes. Very frustrating, but Mobius reaction is interesting he interrupts - which means he’s worried about whatever it’s going to be. Whether it’s going to be sone emotional declaration of love or friendship or a plea to find Sylvie - he does not want to hear it. He’s willing to go and die horribly before dealing with that - very on brand.

S2e2 - the one where Mobius is a silly little man

The meat of this episode (for our purposes) are the interrogation scenes onwards, but it’s worth noting before these that Mobius is not very focused or serious in the earlier scenes. In London he’s cool about stopping for a drink, when they go to see OB he casually declares “he has it all under control”, when they are trying to decode the tempad Loki calls him out to focus. There’s something there about Mobius disassociating from the task at hand. An interesting point is when Loki explains about the Renslayer recording in the past Mobius starts to ask “ when we’re you going to tell …?” But he gets interrupted which does tell us Loki has not given chapter and verse to Mobius yet - and bearing in mind Mobius seems (so far) to have put himself entirely in Loki’s hands this season that may come back to haunt us.

I could say a lot about the interrogation scenes but I’ll pull 3 things from them

(1) More evidence Mobius trusts Loki completely and accepts his dark side - evidenced by the approach to the second interrogation and also not intervening when Brad was taunting Loki in the first one.

2) Mobius doesn’t know what is real anymore

In s1e2 Mobius says of the time keepers “they are real because I believe they are real”. Which is an interesting position and Mobius starting point in life is accepting where he finds himself. So Brads persistent theme of “none of this is real” attacks the very basis which on Mobius operates. He doesn’t know what to believe anymore and does not know therefore what is real.

(3) Mobius does not have a lot of self worth.

This follows from 2 really. Mobius is the sort of person who accepts whats put in front of him and gains meaning from doing the task assigned to him by and for someone else. But now what does that mean - even his name is not his real name. He is “nothing” in Brad’s words (he repeats that later) and when he says “you’re a silly little man” it’s like that’s how he thinks of himself.

The pie scene

At the start of this scene Mobius tries (and fails) to keep up a facade with Loki. It tells you that Mobius gets most of his self worth from doing his job well and thinks he failed. The “heavy keys” line is also revealing - it tells us he would really like to be a match for Loki but his down cast demeanour tells us he doesn’t believe he can be.

Loki handles this all rather well (in general Loki handles Mobius rather well - when he is paying attention - but that’s another sort of post) and gets Mobius to fess up to losing it. We then get the revealing discussion about Mobius “life on the timeline” which as he points out is not his life. He starts with an obvious lie that he is happy with his life and wants to thank the person who put him there (that may have been true once but does not look very true now). Again it goes back to the idea of low self worth - Mobius thinks the alt version of him would be having a good life / doing better than him. That is not a happy thought if you are feeling bad, really bad, about yourself. He does not want that rattling around in his head.

McDonalds to end of episode

Mobius has pulled himself back together by the time we get here. The most revealing comment is probably the “mean girls” style commentary on Loki / Sylvie who both Brad and Mobius assume are having a heart to heart (they aren’t really when you listen to it). It gives us an echo of “Sylvie with an i or ie” from last season & very fun for that. Ultimately it seems pretty clear Mobius expects to lose Loki to Sylvie some point (it doesn’t have to be romantic - you can lose a good friend to a romantic partner because a romantic partner will generally be the priority). Mobius is pretty unreadable (other than sad/ serious) in the end set of sequences. There’s a micro reaction / acknowledgment to Loki’s hand on his shoulder at the finish - possibly he expected Loki to leave with Sylvie. Mentally I think Mobius expects logically that is what will happen, but this is a character who will not be emotionally prepared if it does (at least not yet).

Yes I am over thinking it ofc … 🤣

#loki #mobius #mobius m mobius #loki spoilers #lokius meta #lokius #loki x mobius

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Sonic Bad Guys AU Infodumping

@thefakehedgehogaroundhere pitched the AU and its roles, I went too far and fleshed it out a LOT.

Here's the first round, the basics of the characters:

The Bad Guys go by “Ms. Surge,” Ms. Metal, Mr. Rough, Mr. Tumble, Mr. Duo and Mr. Kitsunami (for fun.)

Backstory: While the AU is mostly just the self-contained plot of the movie, Eggman and Starline did exist in the AU… emphasis on DID. In a very very deliberately loose interpretation of Sonic canon setting up this AU, they created Surge, Kit and Metal, but were ultimately defeated for good, with their former creations and minions being left to form various random organizations including the Bad Guys, none of whom are nearly as much of a threat anymore. Sonic took all the credit for “beating” Eggman, though it probably wasn’t actually him in this AU considering this version of him is also a villain and has just been using his hero image for personal gain (hell, considering his Marmalade-assigned wealth, he probably bought out Eggman Industries after the Doctor was gone.)

Ms. Surge, instead of the “big bad wolf,” boasts about being an “evil twin.” A twisted and evil counterpart to a hero. Of course, she turns out to actually be the good one between herself and Sonic in this AU, but that’s beside the point. She still doesn’t remember her original life and has only experienced being compared to Sonic and seen as a monstrous, evil version of him, never being given any other chance. When Sonic gets exposed as the criminal he is and arrested, Surge, Kit and Metal recognize they’re fully free and able to go good, what with him being put away for good.

Ms. Metal was also originally designed after Sonic (that’s why she and Surge are best friends,) but being “the safe-cracker,” has modified herself with some help from Kit into a heist-focused robot with stealth tech, safe-cracking tools, and the ability to turn into a hyper-boost engine for the getaway car. She’s the “most evil” because she’s still programmed to defeat Sonic, even if she’s currently spending almost all of her time pulling heists with the Bad Guys. She comes around in the end and rejoins Surge and the gang, and stays with her as a good guy after finally taking down Sonic. She’s also kind of addicted to absorbing Wisps.

Mr. Mimic actually goes by Mr. Duo most of the time - he’s made the happy-go-lucky but still evil cat his public identity they think of when they hear the term “Bad Guys.” After genuinely befriending the others, he wants to move on from and forget the even worse crimes he committed as an octopus (even though not necessarily those of his canon self.) That being said, he’s still a shapeshifter and “the distraction.” Instead of Mr. Shark swallowing Mr. Snake when he annoys him, Duo can mess with Metal’s circuits since he’s “good with computers.”

Mr. Rough and Mr. Tumble are the flattest ones, but then again, they always are. They beat the shit out of people, make immature jokes, and Rough uncontrollably sprays when he’s nervous. Mr. Piranha is perfect for both of them (and also for Surge - she’d release catastrophic EMPs - if she wasn’t Mr. Wolf here.)

Mr. Kit is “Drippy” the same way Ms. Tarantula is “Webs.” His laptop has extra monitors and keyboards for his Hydro-Coils the same way as Webs’ does for her eight legs. He’s also still Surge’s younger brother for the feels. Owing to being around 13, he's less anxious and less formal, and with the world aware of his power, more confident in being scary on his own or at his sister's side.

Governor Rose’s backstory as the Crimson Paw Rascal is changed a bit. She, too, gave up just as she was about to steal the Awardy Award (the Golden Dolphin equivalent,) but it was because she realized she’d built her criminal career upon being a “sweet widdle hoggo” who nobody would suspect or believe could be a criminal mastermind, instead blaming more scary or ugly animals. Realizing that not only would some undeserving creature take the fall for the Rascal’s ultimate heist, but she fully knew and wanted to exploit this, just made Amy feel like shit, and she immediately hung up her cowl. Note that this same reason also leads to her despising Sonic for working under the same ideals, and makes her very happy when he’s the one who takes the fall for her crimes in the end.

“A wolf and a fox are not so different” becomes “A tenrec is just a false hedgehog.” Sonic later reuses this line to mock Surge, before Surge and Amy finally wreck him with it in the end.

Sonic as Marmalade? Take every bad take on IDW Sonic in the entire hatedom, make them completely true, and then sprinkle the resulting abomination of a Sonic with Scourge dust. He’s supposedly the same hero as his canon self, but in truth all he cares about is his own entertainment and his own reputation. Lying and manipulating people are what give him “the tingle.” He’s gonna scream “LET’S DO IT TO IT! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!” like in that one satire comic as he’s dragged off to S.U.C.M., utterly determined to the end to convince everyone he’s never done anything wrong in his life. Fuck him. He deserves nothing, he is the scum of the earth, I want to punch him in the face, and maybe call in a few other AU Sonics to punch him in the face too.

Heck, I have an OC named Shine who is basically “Sonic but Marmalade” already, and I’d be willing to donate her for this role if I didn’t want Sonic himself to get to chew some scenery.

We’ve agreed Whisper is Chief Luggins due to her power to be incredibly biased against these people, especially Surge with a good helping of Mimic on the side. Lanolin would work too, but I think Whisper being really angry a lot fits better. You poor wolf, you poor meow meow, you poor thing, how did you end up becoming a cop?... or she's just the face of what's left of the Restoration in this universe. Lanolin can probably be Tiffany the reporter, IDK.

To be continued.

#sth #sonic au #the bad guys #tbg #sonic bad guys au #surge the tenrec #metal sonic #rough the skunk #tumble the skunk #mimic the octopus #duo the cat #kit the fennec #amy rose #surgeamy #sonic the hedgehog #whisper the wolf

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Thoughts on Blade's recent characterisation

(Crossposting from reddit because I love my tumblrinas)

Does anyone else feel Blade, and by extension Yingxing, had inconsistent writing 1.4? I'm wondering if I had just read his character wrong to begin with due to my personal biases and was hoping someone could clarify some aspects of Jing Liu's companion quest that confused me such as:

1) Mara

Blade's mara feels like some convenient plot device. I was under the impression it flared up when confronting anything that conjures up painful memories such as his meetings with Dan Heng. Kafka even specifically told him in her companion quest to avoid seeing familiar faces again. Yet, he was somehow keeping himself together up until the peak of the battle with JL? Which leads me onto my next point.

2) Blade and Jing Liu

There is a huge tonal disparity between his voice line about JL and how he interacted with her in the CQ. The 1.4 trailer gave me the impression he was going to throw hands but he just kinda asked her to try killing him again. Which is fair, it reinforces his ultimate goal of wanting to die and feeds into JL being a harbinger of karmatic debt that shaped his identity as a vengeful weapon. I have nothing against this but it makes the previous voice line about her feel needlessly aggressive and out of place.

3) Yingxing and Baiheng

This is admittedly more of a personal gripe but I feel they should have established his relationship with Baiheng a lot more. It's obvious BH was extremely dear to him given that, according to JL, the entire sedition (which is a subject with its own share of differing narratives) was an attempt to resurrect her.

I actually really like how this reinforces that Baiheng was the glue of the HCQ and that it makes sense as it was her that gave YX the confidence boost he needed as a child.

However, at the same time I feel conflicted because it completely destroys the entire point of Yingxing's character? YX took pride in being a short-life species that was able to surpass the XZ natives through his hard work and passion, forgetting to even sleep or eat. He was so driven on avenging the family the abundance took from him at such a young age despite facing prejudice from the other craftsmen. He literally never shuts up about it,

"In fact... I also have lots of work to do, and won't live very long unlike the celestials on the Xianzhou. "

"I'm a short-life species, you think two hours isn't enough? It will be done"

This line in particular speaks for itself,

"I'd rather leave this world in a blaze than live until the end of time. I will let all of the Xianzhou know that a brief moment of my life is worth more than their long meaningless live."

The reason why Blade's story is so tragic is because he was robbed of this and thereby, everything that made him Yingxing.

Now I get it, that must have meant that he loved Baiheng so much to completely turn around all his values on living one's limited existence to the fullest and being against the abundance to use the flesh of an emanator on her. Grief changes you, one's personal philosophies may not necessarily apply to other people, BH was already notorious for escaping near death situations, he probably had it in his head he will die first out of the Quintet, and he and DF were proud, arrogant jackasses who thought they could actually pull their Full Metal Alchemist arc off.

But you see how there are some fairly subjective assumptions needed to be made here in order to justify such a drastic shift in YX's characterisation that was consistently built up since the beginning? It also doesn't help that this quote can either come across as him respecting the situation or sounding bitter about it.

"Yes, none of us are special! Each of us has only one life, sacrificing for this, dying for that... it's all our own choices. Just like how she chose to save you and Jing Liu... just like how she chose to let more people live on!"

I understand it on paper but I feel there was loss potential and not much concrete in-game content to drive home the emotional impact. Blade barely mentions Baiheng in his character stories aside from the vague "beloved", there are no voice lines, mirage echoes or any other readings aside from the Zhuming one prior to 1.4. Heck, that one closed beta content about her was removed and they only kept the lore about DF (at the risk of sounding like some annoying shipper, they established DF and YX being partners-in-crime so much to the point it is more convincing that he assisted mostly out of loyalty to DF) . I get it that Baiheng isn't explicitly stated to have any present counterparts (even though BH = Bailu theory is super implied at this point) but that didn't stop JL from having her dead centre on her phone case.

Also for those entertaining the possibility that YX mostly did it to go along with DF's ulterior motive of creating a new HE and/or uprooting the Ambrosial Arbor, the bracer lore implies that YX was the one who originally brought up the idea of supposedly resurrecting BH.

"This person (DF) who stubbornly adhered to their plans with the unnamed (YX)"

I'm not saying at all this approach was bad or any logic leaps had to be made (it's honestly pretty straightforward) but it felt like the rug was pulled from underneath for those who were invested in YX/Blade as a character. I've also seen the argument that YX's arrogance was repeatedly mentioned, so it's no surprise he had a wack moral compass, but didn't that conceited behaviour also stem from his virgin XZ natives vs chad short-lived outlander mentality?

I've said this before but the narrative told in JL's CQ is good in a vacuum but it made some of the previously established lore come across as contradictory, hence all these theories about JL being a unreliable narrator and conspiracies about writers intentionally messing up the HCQ lore.

I'm not sure, is what I'm saying making sense or did I just make up an oc in my head?

TDLR; It felt like they were changing around previously established aspects of his character for JL's companion quest and the parts that did make sense lacked context that it being the sole reason to throw away all the foundation themes YX embodies just rubs the wrong way.

#blade hsr #yingxing #fuck it I'll tag rnhng #Renheng #baiheng

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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Missed Alot - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan x reader daughter

Warnings: none

Word count: 746

Summary: A long time ago when the order was still intact, Obi-Wan had a fling with that resulted in a baby. He was never there but now that the Orders gone and he’s free in a sense, why not go find her?

Authors Note: I swear I had someone in messages that wanted to be tagged in all Obi-Wan stuff when I did post some but I went through every single conversation I have and I could not find you so I’m sorry! I believe this is my first Obi-Wan Imagines so I hope you all enjoy it!

Happy New Years Eve!

(Thought this was a good one that goes with new beginngs. Start of something new like a new year)

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(He's not necessarily as old as he is in the gif for this fiction cause this fiction is kinda like months after Revenge of the sith)

“What are you doing here?” Y/n grumbled not even turning to look at the man who’s presence she felt. She couldn’t believe he was showing up here. After everything, it was a bold move.

“I came to see you.” Obi-Wan stated but he still felt unsure about what he was doing here. After all, he had a lot to make up for.

Y/n shook her head and scoffed, turning to face him. “Why? Why now?”

“y/n-”

“No. You haven’t been in my life before. So why now?” Y/n crossed her arms staring at him. Obi-Wan couldn’t get an exact read on her or her emotions. He decided to do it. But knowing it and actually having to face it are very different.

“I couldn’t before, not with the order and its rules.” It was a pathetic reason, he knew that. But it was true.

“So what? Now that Anakin turned against you and the Jedi are gone you want to be here? Or cause you can?” Y/n asked even though she could feel her heart clench at her own words. Afraid of knowing how true and right she might be.

“You know about Anakin’s turn?” Obi-Wan asked with a very deep confusion. How’d she know about Anakin's turn to the dark side?

“He’s visited me before.” Y/n was vague, giving a lift of her shoulders. Her father's padawan had visited her before, multiple times over the years. They met once, Anakin was in trouble and Y/n had happened to be there and saved him. Using the force to save him. “So? Tell me.”

Y/n still wanted an answer to why he was suddenly here and wanted to talk.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to be there but the order has rules. Rules not easily broken.” Obi-Wan explained with a sad sense of dasavue, having said the same thing to Anakin once.

Y/n shook her head in disbelief even though she wasn’t shocked that that was his answer. “You broke them easy enough to sleep with my mother and help create me.”

She had him there. No denying that. “Your right.”

“I know.” Y/n stated shifting on her feet not liking the situation that kinda felt like a stand off. But she wasn’t going to just back down and let him walk into her life he’d been there for all of it.

“I can’t take back never being there. But I did check up on your mother and you over the years.” He told her knowing it didn’t make up for never being there but hopped it gave her some idea that he really did care. That he wanted to be there for her but couldn’t.

“I know that to.” Y/n gave him a small smile which he returned but with questioning eyes. He never came up to them or talked to them. How could she of known? “I could sense you.”

“Sense me? You mean.” And then it dawned on Obi-Wan. She inherited the force from him.

“Yeah. I’m force sensitive.” Y/n finished for him. Completing his thought.

This intrigued the older Jedi, he had many questions. “Can you do things?”

Y/n nodded confidently before answering. “Yes. I taught myself how to use and control it.”

Y/n had taught herself all the ways to use the force. She had to do it all on her own, with no help. Y/n felt proud of herself for that. But Obi-Wan yeah he felt proud of her but he also felt bad that she had to go through all that alone.

“That's wonderful.” Obi-Wan smiled proudly at her. Even though he felt horrible that she went through all that alone but she did it on her own. That made him more proud than anything.

“Look if you want to try and make a relationship between us then we can try. But no promises, and no judging.” Y/n offered but also had to add the condition of ‘no judging’. She didn’t learn to use the force through Jedi ways and Y/n knew even if he wouldn’t say it, it might bother him that she doesn’t use the force ‘in a Jedi way’. She doesn’t use it for bad either but the Jedi were strict on that kind of stuff.

“I’d like that very much.” Obi-Wan smiled he could do that if it meant finally getting to have a relationship with his daughter.

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Cabin Pressure Advent Day 24: Xinzhou

To quote Stefon from SNL, this episode has everything! It's actually pretty crazy how much it manages to fit- seamlessly!- into less than half an hour. We have the introduction of such iconic concepts as Fizz Buzz and "here I am don't tread on me," the excellent Film Double Bills game, bacon shirt, baby chicken and baby lamb... I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but honestly the big things is that this all fits around SO many conversations that move the plot forward.

So many of the important things that we need to do before moving on toward the end of the show happen in this episode. We establish that Martin is dating Theresa (even if he won't put a label on it) and is invested enough to potentially want to choose a job in proximity to her. We know that Carolyn hasn't given Herc any kind of real answer and is pretty avoidant of the consequences. We know that Douglas did not know that Carolyn is essentially cutting his job out from under his feet.... and we know that Arthur doesn't know what multiples are. Oh, Arthur, I love you so.

It's interesting, because the arc of Douglas moving from being obnoxious to Martin about his interest in Swiss Airways is not super clearly laid out. What we do perceive is that he isn't necessarily being snarky at first because he genuinely has no confidence in Martin- he's having a knee jerk reaction to the idea of losing this situation. He's basically exactly where he wants to be- and I think to him that's the depressing part, because he has an image of himself as being so much more than he currently is and if he's happy regardless then that can feel like a weakness of its own... it's hard for him to admit he's really happy where he is. I think that what really changes his mind is realizing that Martin genuinely does have bigger dreams, and that those dreams have nothing to do with being a captain. As I've mentioned in one or two of these, Martin's motivating factor for trying to rescue MJN, every other episode when they have to work to save the day, is that nobody else will let him be a captain and being captain is massively important to him. But now, he's prioritizing flying airliners and being near the girl he's dating over that ego thing. He's grown up, and I think seeing that proves to Douglas how selfish his earlier thought is.

And Carolyn... it's so hard to know what Carolyn is thinking exactly. On the one hand, she's pushing Herc away by telling him not to consider her as he takes the Swiss Airways job, and at the same time she's encouraging Martin to leave for his betterment, which will eventually (as far as we now know) lead to the end of MJN Air. Is it some kind of weird self sabotage? Is it her being a more selfless person than one might imagine her being in S1? She's probably the most emotionally bound-up character, and it will of course be fun to see how she navigates the next few episodes...

But also, as already discussed, this episode has so many amazing amazing moments in it and I'm just so in awe of JF for pulling it off so flawlessly- while Limerick is the bomb, I think this one might be even more skillfully pulled off, with a lot more demanded of it. I also have a nice nostalgic memory related to Xinzhou as I made a friend through this episode! A friend and I were out for dinner with a group of people, some of whom we knew and some who we didn't, and someone (for some reason) mentioned baby food- possibly in the context of them liking to eat baby food? I don't recall. Anyway, I made a sotto voce comment to my friend about eating chicken flavored baby food and I suddenly heard a British accent a few seats down- "is that a Cabin Pressure reference?!" Turns out, she was IN THE AUDIENCE for Xinzhou and said it was even better in person, I was very jealous, and while we've drifted apart since then it was very nice to get to know her- and all because of a Cabin Pressure reference.

Next episode is Yverdon... can't believe this is almost over!!

#cabin pressure #cabin pressure advent 2023 #cabin pressure advent #john finnemore #xinzhou

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Thoughts on Rollo's Backstory

By now everyone's very confident in the theory that Rollo has a younger brother whom he lost to magic, which fuels his desire to rid the world of magic.

There are strong implications to this. First one is that Yana Toboso herself recommended via a tweet to watch the Hunchback of Notre Dame play. The play follows the original novel more closely, in that (a) Esmeralda dies, and (b) Frollo actually has a younger brother named Jehan whom he saw as "corrupt". In the play version of Bells of Notre Dame, Jehan "grew more wild and defied and defiled all the laws of Notre Dame". Frollo even tried to bring him back and say that he'll "heal" his brother.

On the subject of corruption, we know by now that Overblot is a manifestation of this. Mages who overblot from what we've seen used up too much of their magic and succumbed to their negative feelings. The black ink also kind of seals in the corruption imagery too. 😅

What also adds to this theory is Idia's reaction after reading Rollo's diary. While Azul and Malleus weren't as shaken, Idia is silent. Azul even had to remind Idia that Rollo is their enemy no matter what, and since this event seems to assume chapter 6 had passed (based on Epel's UM), Azul already knows about Idia's traumas with Ortho's death.

Finally, when it cuts to Rollo saying, "All of Twisted Wonderland will be rid of magic. No one will have to go through what 'that person' did.", he refers to 'that person' as 'aitsu'. Aitsu is a very informal way of referring to someone, and it can be rude. It makes sense to refer to a sibling as aitsu due to its casual nature.

Also adding here that with that, there is no specific gender that Rollo alluded to here. No, it's not confirmed that whoever he is referring to is a boy yet.

Now with all that being said, I want to challenge this theory for a bit. 😋

What if the person Rollo is referring to is not a younger brother, but someone else who cared for him?

Rollo is not just ctrl c + v Frollo. He has similarities to Quasimodo, one of them being that he's the one who takes care of the gargoyles in the school (as mentioned by the talking gargoyle in the latest update).

With that being said, Esmeralda was the first person to ever be kind to Quasimodo. She saved him from being mocked in the Festival of Fools, and she touched his face without being disgusted by him. He started being fond of her because of that.

Esmeralda is also from a people who was scorned. Like Jehan, Frollo perceived her as "corrupt". But an additional thing is that Esmeralda was accused of witchcraft and sorcery (she did do the handkerchief trick).

Now in the play, aside from Frollo having a younger brother, another big difference between the movie and the play is that Esmeralda dies. Jehan was only expelled from Notre Dame, but Esmeralda perishes at the end.

Even the evidences that support Rollo having a younger brother can also support this idea.

Idia did go silent from reading Rollo's diary, yes. But it can be argued that he sympathizes greatly with the tragedy of losing a loved one to Overblot in general. His sympathy would be much greater if it's a younger brother, that's true. Still, I think he can relate to the scenario of losing someone he cared about to overblot regardless.

As for the aitsu part, it's possible that 'that person' Rollo is referring to is someone he's just very close to that isn't necessarily a sibling. After all, Azul has referred to the twins as 'aitsura'.

I think that Rollo having a younger brother that he lost makes a lot of sense and I wouldn't be surprised if that's the direction the story is going to. But I think there's also a possibility that it could be someone else that he was close to.

Regardless of whoever he lost, I do think that Rollo had been excluded and isolated at some point in his life. Maybe he was scorned for being a mage. That person whom he lost was probably the one person in his life that cared for him, and when they left, that definitely shook him horribly. Solidified his belief that magic is bad because it took away the person he cared.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #twst spoilers #rollo flamme #guys you have no idea how much thinking about Rollo's backstory caused me to accidentally catch lowkey feels for him #this is not poggers #this was not according to keikaku .

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cookies-over-yonder · 7 months

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trick or treat!

CO-WRITTEN BY @silverlistenstothings

Part 23 of The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Roommates

The teens go trick or treating!

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DnDads Halloween Week Day 7: Trick or Treating!

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Taylor and Hermie are both sitting in the living room when the doorbell rings. Taylor instantly tries to get up to answer it, but he still has a bag of candy in his lap and ends up knocking his cane to the floor in his effort to grab it. Hermie stands up instead, returning his cane to its place against the couch as they do.

“I’ve got it,” Hermie says, sauntering over to the door with all the confidence they don’t really feel.

It’s not like the Cast’s arrival was a surprise; Taylor had been planning this all month. Hermie was even part of the group chat where it all went down, even if they very rarely decided to speak in it. It’s just that they aren’t necessarily looking forward to seeing them all at once. They still have a lot of mixed feelings about the lot of them, and with all five of them in the same place at the same time, Hermie was even more likely to be pushed to the side. For all the extra pressure of a one-on-one interaction, they greatly prefer it to being ignored.

Regardless of their feelings, Hermie’s fate has been sealed for some time now, and they open the door with minimal hesitation.

Scary had given both Normal and Link a ride, meaning all three of them were waiting on the porch. Scary is dressed up in a black and red modern bastardization of Victorian fashion, all corsets and lace and a cape drawn around her shoulders. She's got glittering black lipstick, and red face paint at the edges of her mouth dripping down to her chin. She's wearing bluish blush on her cheeks to make her skin look ashen, but the bright red eyeshadow definitely makes her look a little more alive.

“Hermie, you look great!” Normal exclaims, drawing their attention.

All and all, Normal doesn’t look all that different than usual in his Teeny mascot suit, but upon closer inspection, Hermie notices several patches of discoloured fabric. It looks like sections of the costume were cut out and replaced, stitches hidden and then gone over with dark, thick thread to create an exaggerated Frankenstein patchwork. The added colours clash in a way that manages to look purposeful, and it’s a perfect Halloween addition to the already-horrific Teeny.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Hermie admits, reluctantly impressed by the handiwork.

“Oh! Really? You think so? Hero helped me pick out fabric, but I did all the design and sewing myself!” Normal brags, bouncing on his feet. He excitedly shakes out the floppy mascot hand that isn’t holding Teeny’s head against his hip.

“Can we come in?” Link interrupts, which Hermie is actually very grateful for, for once. He's wearing a hoodie and sweatpants in stark contrast to the others, but Hermie has been hearing all month about the costume Taylor's planned for the two of them, so they know what's coming.

“Scary’s the vampire here, you don’t have to ask permission,” Hermie says, stepping aside to allow them to pass.

“Link!” Taylor cheers from the couch, and Link lights up immediately at the sound of his voice.

“Taylor!” Link greets, matching his affection, if not necessarily his enthusiasm.

“Gross,” Hermie mumbles, rolling their eyes as they return to the couch.

“I guess we’re too old for it, but I still kinda wish we were going trick-or-treating,” Taylor sulks, continuing to mournfully sort through the bag of candy, snagging what he wants to keep and dumping the rest into a seasonally-appropriate bowl. Hermie leans over his shoulder, picking out some sour candies and stashing them in their own pockets.

"I've actually never been trick-or-treating," Link says, and considering his parents, Hermie supposes that makes sense.

"Me neither," they chime in absentmindedly.

It wasn’t a big concern for them after a couple of years of begging their parents and getting nothing but dismissive scoffs and annoyed looks for it. Once they were old enough to go out on their own, they figured they were too old for trick-or-treating anyways. Besides, in all the shows and movies they had their parents or friends accompanying them, and Hermie going out completely alone just seemed pathetic… and a bit scary, at the time. Which made it even more pathetic.

" What!? " Taylor shouts, startling everyone, it seems. "Okay, new plan, we are going trick-or-treating now ."

“What?” Scary groans, and Hermie is inclined to agree.

“It’s not a big deal,” Hermie sighs. Really, they should have expected this reaction. “You said it yourself; we’re too old for it now.”

“Well, it’s different now! We’re only getting older and you have to go trick-or-treating at least once!” Taylor insists.

“I really don’t think I do, actually,” Hermie says.

“I think it’d be fun! Nobody actually cares about how old we are, you know?” Normal joins in, smiling.

“I do,” Scary argues. “So fucking lame.”

“I don’t know, it kinda does sound fun…” Link says, and Hermie knows it’s over.

Hermie and Scary can both whine as much as they’d like, but they don’t stand a chance against the combined force of Taylor, Normal, and Link’s pleading. Hermie probably couldn’t say no to any of them individually, or anyone in general, because they’re pathetic.

“Hermie!” Taylor demands when there’s no further complaints. “Go retrieve the trick-or-treating thingies!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about or where they are,” Hermie sighs.

“The bags! I should have enough for everyone, but they won’t match our costumes…”

“Still don’t know where those are, and also I don’t want to.” Hermie slumps further into the couch, waving a hand dismissively.

Taylor mumbles a couple of displeased nonsense noises, but stands up and heads towards the basement.

“Everyone get your costumes ready! We’re doing this!” Taylor announces, pointing towards the others in the living room as he takes one backwards step down the stairs.

“Turn around, idiot!” Hermie calls.

Taylor makes a loud mocking noise, but obediently turns around anyways as he descends the stairs.

“Do we have to do this?” Scary sighs once Taylor is out of sight.

“I’d really rather not,” Hermie agrees, even as they straighten out the lapels of their suit and shift away the worst of their inhuman features.

“It’ll be fun! And we don’t have to stay out for long if it isn’t,” Normal says, returning the modified head of Teeny to its rightful place upon his shoulders.

Hermie feels like they should continue to protest, something about Taylor’s stubborn streak and how likely it is that he’ll refuse to turn back before he’s satisfied, but they know it’s an argument they’ll end up losing, assuming anyone even pays attention to them for that long.

Taylor scurries back up the stairs, several Halloween-themed bags in hand. He throws them down over the coffee table, radiating pride.

“Take your pick! Except for you, Link, I need to do your makeup!”

Taylor grabs Link’s hand with the one not holding his cane and drags him upstairs towards their bathroom. Hermie sighs, letting Normal and Scary take their pick of bags before grabbing the one they figure Link would go for, just to be a jerk.

Taylor and Link return after a while with makeup on and the last pieces of their costumes in place. Hermie’s head itches just looking at Taylor’s wig, but they aren’t at all surprised by his commitment to the costume.

Taylor's wearing a long yellow raincoat with matching boots. His wig is a deep royal blue, gelled to hell and back to where it looks like pieces of rope or string, and he's wearing the dragonfly hairclip Hermie had seen him making a few days ago. His nails are a pale blue—Hermie painted them last night when his hands were trembling again.

His eyes have little crosses in them, and while the button contacts do complete the look, Hermie wonders how obscured his vision might be.He's wearing blue eyeshadow and black lipstick, which isn’t exactly canon-compliant, but it does look good and match the costume well enough.

Link's wearing a long black coat and skeleton gloves. He's not wearing any fancy button contacts, but the dark eyeshadow circles under his eyes seem to be enough to tie together the costume.

“Ready? I’m ready! Let’s go!” Taylor cheers without waiting for a response, grabbing the last pair of bags off the table and dragging Link towards the entrance.

“I was not planning on walking around in these heels,” Scary grumbles, but she follows anyway.

“I would offer to swap shoes, but…” Normal trails off, frowning at Scary’s heels. They’re only three or so inches, but Hermie is inclined to agree.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that,” Scary agrees. “It’s whatever.”

“Just let us know if you want to turn around, okay?” Normal offers, and Scary mumbles an agreement.

The sun has only just set, but the street lights and ambient light pollution makes it easy enough to see by, even if not for Hermie’s infernal night vision. It’s just on the edge of being cold. Unfortunately everyone is wearing long sleeves at least, so that’s one less excuse to go home early.

The first house they visit is barely decorated. A few pumpkins on the porch and some ghost string lights indicate that they are indeed celebrating the holiday, and the group walks up to the door, with Taylor in the lead. He rings the door, practically bouncing with excitement as he waits for someone to answer.

It isn’t long before an older man opens the door with a bowl of candy in hand. He seems a little surprised by the sight of them, but extends the bowl without comment when Taylor says the line and the others echo it half-heartedly. Hermie lingers at the back of the group, refusing to partake. They do, however, sneak their hand into Normal’s bag and snag his bounty as they turn to leave.

The next house is far more festive. There seems to be a graveyard theme with plastic bones scattered around at random and an out-of-place skull sitting on the porch. The motion sensors in the glowing eyes are so clearly visible that it’s hard to imagine anyone actually getting startled by it ‘suddenly’ moving.

… except Hermie doesn’t have to imagine it, because Taylor ends up getting startled right in front of them. It’s not much more than a hitch of the breath and a bit of a jump, but it clearly got him.

Link squeezes his hand comfortingly, offering Taylor a concerned smile. Hermie is about to step up to Taylor’s other side to bump their shoulders together and offer some light teasing, but Normal slides into place beside him instead. Hermie is all at once reminded of their place within this group, which is to say, they don’t have a place within it at all.

When it’s just Hermie and Taylor, it’s easy enough to trick themself into thinking that Taylor actually likes them, but now they’re reminded once more of how easy they are to replace. Taylor only spends time with them because they just so happen to be there, and now that the others are around, his preferences are clear.

And it’s not just Taylor either. They wouldn’t expect Scary or Link to be all that happy to see them, but now that he’s gotten over his initial excitement, it’s clear Normal couldn’t care less about them either.

Oh, how they’ve missed this. They wonder if anyone would notice if Hermie just turned around and went back to the house. As Taylor turns up the sidewalk towards the next house, they’re almost tempted to try.

And then one of the yard decorations lurches to life, mechanical arms flailing with a whirr far louder than the groans coming from the speaker hidden somewhere in its chest. Normal jumps, ducking behind Link and Taylor, but Taylor shrieks , lifting his cane as if about to strike as he curls into Link’s side.

Taylor is shaking as they leave that house, leaning into Link’s and clutching his arm even as he continues to joke around. If Hermie were a better person, they’d step in and turn this whole party around because Taylor clearly isn’t having much fun, but…

“Hey, are you okay?” Link murmurs, voice soft and gentle and soothing in a way Hermie has never been able to replicate.

“Yeah, of course!” Taylor says, leaning a bit too hard into foolhardy confidence.

“You’re shaking,” Scary points out.

“It’s cold!”

“Not particularly,” Hermie mumbles, but it goes unheard or ignored.

“We can head back if you want,” Link offers. If he’s seen through Taylor’s lie, he offers no sign of it one way or another.

“No way!” Taylor insists, tugging Link away from the house and back down the street. “We haven’t even gotten to the house with the full-sized candy bars!”

There’s another few houses that are devoid of jumpscares, and some of Taylor’s nervousness almost seems to be fading.

Almost . Even if Taylor isn’t visibly shaking anymore, Hermie can still see the tension in the set of his shoulders. He’s glancing around the streets at the other trick-or-treaters like any one of them could prove to be a threat. Considering they’re all very clearly children, Hermie likes their odds in the case of an attack. Not that there’s one coming, because they’re a bunch of children.

Somewhere around four houses later, they come upon one with a pair of trees on either side of the path towards the entryway. Fake spiderwebs hang between the trees, a fuzzy black spider sitting in pride of place among the webs. There’s a few more plastic spiders scattered across the trees and lawn, with one sitting right beside the porch. The glow behind its red plastic eyes gives it away even from a distance, but Taylor still shrieks as it ‘suddenly’ scuttles to life.

From further down the path, Hermie can see that it’s attached to a semicircle base that means it’s only moving a few inches one way or another, but from up close it must seem like it’s coming right towards you. Taylor, of course, does not react well to that perceived threat, and slams the base of his cane straight through its wire carapace before stumbling back a few steps.

Hermie takes place beside it, kicking at its shattered remains. One leg still twitches through its mechanical death-throes until Hermie pins it underfoot and puts the poor thing out of its misery.

“Sick,” Scary comments absently, trying to sound aloof even as she steps towards Taylor, visibly concerned.

“Oh gosh, we’re gonna get in so much trouble,” Normal says, but his concern seems to be directed more towards Taylor than the owners of what is now a pile of spider-shaped scrap metal. “But hey, are you okay?”

Taylor wheezes on a response, and ends up nodding his head when the words don’t manage to make it past his throat.

“We can head back now,” Link says, gently insistent.

“No um—“ Taylor takes in a sharp breath, letting it out a bit steadier. “Nonono, it’s fine I’m fine it’s totally fine.”

Nobody who’s actually fine ever says they’re fine that many times in a row at that speed, but Hermie supposes, as usual, they have no room to judge.

Taylor continues onwards to the next house. Link glances over his shoulder towards Hermie, but Hermie looks away before anything can be communicated.

They should stop. They should grab Taylor’s other hand and drag him home. They should sit down in the middle of the sidewalk and refuse to move any further. They should do something , anything, to get Taylor to turn around, or at least to stop rushing ahead before he can catch his breath.

They don’t. Taylor leads the way up the sidewalk of the next house, and then the one after that. As they approach the third house, a rickety scarecrow decoration lurches from the lawn, scattering dead leaves across their feet. It actually was a well-hidden mechanism this time around, enough that even Hermie flinches, but Taylor…

"Fuck!" Taylor screams—immediately drawing in the disapproving looks of every parent in sight—and stumbles backward, only to fall into Link's arms, eyes wide and wild before he draws his hands up to his face. His breathing starts to become audibly shallow and strained, much to everyone's concern.

“Whoa, Taylor, you okay!?” Normal says, rushing to Taylor’s other side. His hands flutter anxiously, but all it does is make Taylor curl further into his hands. Scary stares at Taylor for a moment longer, before straightening up and glancing around; checking for threats, Hermie supposes. One of her signature scowls scares a curious child away from investigating the group of teens further.

"Taylor, hey, hey, hey," Link turns Taylor so he's facing him, and carefully pries his hands away from his eyes, holding them tightly. "Breathe."

Taylor's eyes are shut tight, and his words are weak yet clipped. "I'm— I'm good ," he says between small gasps.

He's trembling violently now, a somewhat familiar sight to Hermie but no less alarming for it. It still feels strange to see Taylor falling into this kind of panic, especially out here on stage, but they don’t have time to dwell on it.

“I really don’t think you’re—“ Normal starts, only for Taylor to cut him off.

“I’m good!” he snaps.

“Well, I’m not,” Hermie interjects, really leaning into the natural whine of their voice, “you have wildly overhyped this whole ‘trick-or-treating’ experience, and I’m tired, it’s cold out, and I’d like to go back to the house.”

“But we—“ Taylor stutters. “You haven’t been having fun?”

Trying to change the topic. Classic Taylor.

“It’s been fine. I forgot how wonderful it is to be ignored by all of you at once.”

Maybe a bit too harsh. Hermie hadn’t really been trying to incorporate themself, all too content to stew in their self-righteous anger rather than do anything about it. And it’s that same stewing that got them into this situation in the first place. They should have turned this metaphorical car around a long time ago.

“Hey, can you not be a dick right now?” Scary snaps, stepping between Hermie and Taylor as if she expected them to take a lunge at him.

Hermie could continue to be a dick— they’re very good at it— but that isn’t really their goal right now. They hold their hands up placatingly, meeting Scary’s eye and hoping she gets the point.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Hermie says, trailing off deliberately. “I still want to go back to the house, though.”

Scary blinks, posture loosening a bit. Good. They don’t particularly care what Scary thinks of them at this point— she’s already seen the worst of them, and for all the fun they’ve had together, they know it’s hopeless— it’s good to have her on their side.

“I’m with you there, actually,” Scary says, shrugging as she turns back to Taylor.

“No! No, we should keep going! Let’s keep going!” Taylor says frantically. It could almost be mistaken for excitement.

“I think Hermie has a point, actually—“ Link starts, sputtering to a stop when Taylor pulls himself out of his grip as if burnt.

“No! I’m having fun, aren’t you guys having fun?” Taylor insists, turning on his heel and marching down the street away from them.

“Well, yeah, I just…” Normal tries, voice fading out as Taylor storms off.

“I’ll go get him,” Link offers, turning to follow Taylor.

“Forget it,” Hermie scoffs, glaring at Taylor’s retreating back. “If he wants to work himself into a panic attack, he can go ahead. See if I care.”

“You don’t mean that,” Normal says, sounding hurt on Taylor’s behalf. “Besides, it’s not really that bad, is it?”

“Don’t act like you know anything about what I do and don’t mean,” Hermie snaps, fighting down the urge to lean into their more demonic traits in their anger. “You’re the last one I want to hear that shit from.”

Normal steps back as if struck, opening his mouth to respond before Scary beats him to it.

“Just fucking go if you’re gonna be such a dick!” Scary snaps, stepping between Normal and Hermie. “If you hate us so much, why are you even here?”

Hermie snarls, refusing to be cowed. She does make a good point, but—

Someone screams. No, not just someone, Hermie knows exactly who that is. The defensive anger and spite drains out of them in an instant as they brush past Scary and Normal and head in the direction of the shout.

Taylor had turned the corner, apparently, down a dead end street that’s mostly yard and unnecessarily large houses. As soon as Hermie turns the corner to follow, they see the source of the issue.

Their first thought is that this is stupid , which they immediately feel bad about. It’s a fairly elaborate decoration of wires and lights that turn on and off in a set sequence that plays out a simple scene. A brown horse rears up, and its rider’s head tumbles from his shoulders. It’s the sort of thing Hermie wouldn’t have looked twice at, except maybe to point out how poorly the darkness hides the unlit sections of the decoration.

It’s not doing much to hide Taylor either, who stands before the decoration with Link at his shoulder. He’s nearly frozen except for the way he’s shaking, and Hermie can see the way his shoulders hitch with each ragged breath even from here.

He's got his hands clasped around his neck, and Link is saying something to him too soft for Hermie to hear, and it doesn't seem to have any effect, since Taylor is crumbling to the ground and curling in on himself in a second. Link sits with him, and Hermie recalls a certain time they left Link alone with an anxious Taylor.

Just as Hermie's about to approach, two sets of footsteps catch up to and rush past them.

" Taylor! " Normal shouts with worry, but his intentions ultimately backfire once more when Taylor flinches at the sound. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Taylor opens his mouth to respond and a few squeaky sounds escape him, nothing more.

Hermie steps closer, attempting to shoot Normal a stop overwhelming him look, but it goes unnoticed. Of course.

"Taylor, hey, it's okay, just take a deep breath," Link says, hands hovering cautiously in front of Taylor, whose breathing is only getting more strained and quick with time.

His eyes are wide and his gaze is fixed on the dead, yellowish grass beneath him.

Hermie has only really seen Taylor's anxiety spike at the house, and they're almost certain Taylor isn't familiar with it affecting him in public at all. And that's only making it worse.

Taylor draws his knees to his chest and buries his head in them with his hands still on his neck, and Hermie can hear the painfully familiar sound of strangled sobs between uncontrollable gasps. Focused on Taylor as they are, they don’t even notice the stranger approaching until their hand is on Hermie’s shoulder.

“Do you— is he okay?” the stranger asks. She’s an adult, an equally concerned-looking child in full costume trailing behind her but keeping their distance. If only their mother had the same common sense.

“He’s fine,” Hermie snaps, shrugging off her hand. “I mean— he’s not, obviously, but I can handle this.”

“Wh— Hermie, has this happened before? Is— is Taylor okay?” Normal fusses, glancing back and forth between Taylor and Hermie.

“Yes, no, and you’re not helping,” Hermie says, probably a bit more sharply than necessary. “Back off.”

Hermie pays no further mind to Normal, instead kneeling down in front of Taylor. The amount of heat radiating off him would be enough cause for concern on its own. Hermie is almost worried about the grass below him catching fire, but that’s a situation that they’ll deal with when and if it comes up.

For now, they cast a quick glare towards Link. He seems reluctant to back off, but eventually he does, standing back up and squeezing himself between Taylor and Normal.

With that dealt with and Scary intercepting the woman from earlier, Hermie can focus their full attention on Taylor. Despite how much they want to flinch away from the heat, they reach out to put their hands on either of Taylor’s arms. Taylor shudders a bit at first, before curling forward to rest his head against Hermie’s shoulder. He whines, and Hermie can feel hot tears hitting their shoulder, and Taylor's fully hyperventilating now, and falling apart in their arms. Hermie doesn’t feel equipped to hold him together, but they don’t have any choice but to try anyway.

(A small voice in the back of their mind tells them that they do have a choice, that they don’t have to be here, that Link and the others could handle this and it wouldn’t matter to them even if they didn’t, but they refuse to acknowledge it.)

“Hey, hey, Taylor,” Hermie says softly. Their voice never sounds like their own when they talk like this, but it helps to calm Taylor and that’s all that matters at the moment. “Can you hear me, Tay?”

Taylor nods feebly against their chest, and then shakes his head. A bit of a confusing response, but it is a response, so that’s a good sign if nothing else. They wrap their arms around Taylor properly, running one hand along his back while the other grabs one of the hands Taylor has still clawing at his own neck.

Taylor squeezes their hand hard , and Hermie fights down a flinch. His nail length fluctuates with the way Hermie's seen him biting at them in the past, but right now they're long, and they might be piercing Hermie's skin, but that's no cause for concern when there's a bigger problem at hand.

"I'm right here, okay? Just focus on me," they say, and Taylor nods a second time, somehow smaller and weaker than before. “Do you remember how to— nevermind, just breathe with me, okay? In, two, three, four, five…”

Hermie squeezes Taylor’s hand feebly, taking in an exaggeratedly deep breath in time with their counting. Taylor tries to follow, but he ends up sucking in a breath for barely a second and holding it for another before letting it out, and he whines again, and there's a slight chance the grass may have caught fire now with the heat and the light in Hermie's peripheral, but Scary stomps it out in a second.

"You're okay, just keep breathing," Hermie hums in that same unfamiliar softness, bringing their free hand to take Taylor's other hand away from his neck. With the sharpness of his nails right now, it's no surprise when Hermie feels a little blood trickling down the back of his neck—they'll handle that later.

The hand wraps around and claws at their back, hugging Hermie tight and quite possibly staining their costume with blood.

If this weren't Halloween, there'd surely be even more panic in this yard from the unwanted witnesses.

"You're safe," Hermie says, though the increasing noise of worried adults makes them cringe. The relief came too soon, it seems.

"We've got it under control," Scary tells them, "Just—give us space. Now ."

Her voice is cutting and harsh, and the concerned chatter dies down immediately. Taylor flinches a little at the sound of her voice, and Hermie gently shushes him, running their hand along his back.

“You’re alright, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” Hermie soothes. “Keep breathing, you’re okay…”

Hermie keeps counting and breathing and soothing until at last, Taylor's breathing slows. His grip loosens ever so slightly, and with the pressure fading it leaves room for pain. Taylor’s got a hell of a grip, but it’s nothing Hermie can’t handle.

"Any better?" they ask, gently carding their fingers through Taylor's… wig. Right. Hermie nearly forgot about that.

God they hate the texture of synthetic hair. Luckily, It doesn’t seem to be doing much for Taylor either, so they lower their hand to rest it on his shoulder.

"Uhh…mhm…" Taylor nods.

"We're gonna go back now, okay?" they say, and Taylor lifts his head the tiniest bit. His face is red and puffy beneath his running makeup, and his eyes are half lidded and teary.

"Ss.. suh…sorr…" he mumbles and scrunches his face up with a little squeak.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay, Taylor," Hermie hugs him tighter, sparing a glance to Link who's already knelt down beside them ready to pick Taylor up. "Let's go home."

"Taylor, I'm gonna pick you up, okay?" Link says, putting a hand on Taylor's back. Hermie sees his eyes widen when his gaze flickers to Taylor's neck, but he schools his expression fairly quickly.

"Mmhmm…" Taylor mumbles, pulling away from Hermie and turning to Link.

Link scoops him up, and Hermie feels a tug at their arm. They glance down and see Taylor's tail wrapped around their wrist.

Well. They suppose they'll be attached to Taylor the whole way home then. At least they have enough wiggle room to retrieve Taylor’s cane.

Taylor curls up in Link's arms, pressing his face into Link's chest and whining quietly. Hermie follows close behind, closer than they would if they had their choice of position. As if their proximity to Link wasn’t enough, Normal squeezes in next to their other side, placing a hand on their shoulder.

“Hey— um, are you okay?” Normal asks quietly, leaned in close enough that Hermie can feel his breath on their ear.

“What? Of course,” Hermie says.

“There’s blood…”

“Not mine,” Hermie scoffs, even if they’re not entirely sure whether or not that’s the truth. Taylor had one hell of a grip on them.

“Oh… then Taylor…?”

“I’ve got him,” Link cuts in, a soft murmur half-buried in Taylor’s hair. Taylor hums an agreement.

“Okay! Good! Good…” Normal trails off, brows furrowed.

Hermie glances at him, and it’s immediately obvious what’s bothering him; he didn’t end up helping at all. In fact, he was only making things worse until Link intercepted him. The part of Hermie that’s still all mushy from their comforting role wants to offer Normal some sort of reassurance, but they bite it back.

“You were… that was nice. What you did. With Taylor,” Normal says, running his hand along the back of his neck.

“Especially after you said you wouldn’t care if he worked himself up into a panic attack,” Scary mumbles.

“Shut up,” Hermie snips half heartedly, glancing at Taylor. Taylor doesn’t seem to have heard her, which is relief.

Most of the walk home is spent in silence, only occasionally interrupted by Taylor’s soft whines and Link’s soothing hums. Normal and Scary trail behind the three of them, exchanging hushed words that Hermie doesn’t care to make sense of.

Once they reach the front porch, Taylor's tail unwraps from Hermie's wrist in favour of Link's leg, so Hermie doesn't have much trouble fishing the house key out of their pocket and unlocking the door. They swing it open, bowing with a wide sweeping motion towards the open doorway.

“Thanks,” Link says softly, meeting Hermie’s eye when they look up. They can tell he’s talking about more than just the door. Theatrics unacknowledged and under-appreciated as usual, Hermie straightens up.

“Whatever,” they say, with a shrug. Link nods, and carries Taylor inside.

"Are your pyjamas in your room?" Hermie hears Link ask, and the rest of their conversation is too distant to make out.

Scary follows, glaring over her shoulder like she’s worried a mob of concerned parents are going to follow them in. Luckily, none of the thinning crowd of parents and trick-or-treaters seem to care about them at all. Normal trails after her, meeting Hermie’s eyes for a brief moment and offering them a shy smile. Hermie rolls their eyes and shuts the door behind them.

Link has disappeared upstairs with Taylor, with Normal and Scary left lingering in the living area. Hermie brushes past them into the kitchen, retrieving a pot from the cupboard and a jug of apple cider from the fridge. They quickly scan the label to double (triple) check for any allergens or anything else against the dietary restrictions of the group, but nothing has shown up since the last time they checked.

“Normal,” they call, and they barely have to raise their voice before Normal is all-but-sprinting into the kitchen.

“Hey Hermie, what’s up?”

They pour the cider into the pot and place it on the stove, cranking up the heat.

“Make sure this doesn’t explode while I get changed,” Hermie instructs, and they don’t elaborate before leaving the kitchen for their room.

“Yeah! Yeah, I can definitely do that!” Normal calls, and then quieter, “um, Scary?”

“It’s apple cider, doofus, it’s not gonna explode,” Scary says as Hermie heads upstairs. “Hermie was just trying to make you feel…”

And Hermie does not hear the conclusion of that sentence before they slam their door shut. That’s for the best, they decide; they don’t need to hear Scary dissect their character motivations.

Because there weren’t any motivations beyond ‘I don’t want to burn the house down right now and I always exercise utmost kitchen safety’.

It had nothing to do with giving Normal a task so he wouldn’t feel so useless. He was useless and Hermie couldn’t care less about how he felt.

Whatever. Hermie strips out of their costume and their horns and tail fall back into place. Taylor’s claws have left crescent-moon cuts along the back of their hand, but they’re hardly even bleeding, so Hermie licks away the blood and calls it there. They change into their pyjamas, and keep an ear out for Link and Taylor leaving the other room before sneaking in and depositing Taylor’s cane on the hook beside his bed. They figure they’ll probably sleep in the basement tonight anyways, and if absolutely necessary Hermie can run back upstairs to retrieve it themself.

Hermie allows themself a brief moment of peace backstage. God , they’re tired. They hadn’t realised until they had taken their bow. Almost every part of them is pulling them back towards their room, to lay down in bed and never interact with anyone ever again, but somehow, the voice of Normal calling them from downstairs is louder.

They take a deep breath, and return to the stage.

“What is it, Normal?” Hermie asks as they descend the stairs.

“Um, is it supposed to be boiling?” Normal asks, pointing at the pot. Scary is conspicuously absent.

“No, not really,” Hermie sighs, picking up the pace a bit. “Did you turn up the heat?”

“Um… n— yeah… I did,” Normal admits, and when Hermie doesn’t immediately respond, he continues. “It just— it wasn’t getting hot!”

“Because it’s a lot of liquid, it’ll take time for it all to heat up!” Hermie nudges Normal out of the way as they turn the heat off. “Go get a hot pad, they’re over in the drawer by the oven.”

Normal dutifully retrieves a hot pad, and places it on the counter by the stove. Hermie brings the sleeve of their pyjama shirt up over their hand to lift the pot and place it on the hot pad. Now that there’s no risk of it boiling over, Hermie breathes out a sigh and starts retrieving the necessary mugs from the cabinet.

“So… um… you said that that had happened before?” Normal says, quiet and cautious as if he thinks that speaking too loudly of it will make it happen again.

“I was talking about the other thing,” Hermie denies without even thinking about it.

“… no you weren’t,” Normal says slowly. “You said yes to my first question and no to the second one. And besides, you were… you were really good with him, like you knew what to do!”

“I’m fantastic at all theatrical arts, including improv.”

“Hermie!” Normal snaps. “I'm worried, so can you stop being all— like that and just give it to me straight?”

“Doing things straight isn’t really my area of expertise,” Hermie quips, because Normal really walked right into that one.

“Hermie!”

“Fine, god, yes, Taylor has had a panic attack before!” Hermie sighs, aggravated. “Despite what you seem to like to think, you’re not the only one who was traumatised by all that shit!”

“I don’t—“ Normal shouts, before lowering his voice. “I don’t think that!”

“You thought it all just bounced off him, didn’t you? You all did.”

“Well, can you blame me?”

Hermie could. They were pretty damn good at blaming people for all sorts of things that weren’t actually their fault, but… god, they really just don’t have the energy.

“I guess not,” Hermie sighs. “He’s a pretty good actor if you don’t know his tells.”

“And you do…” Normal trails off.

“Of course I do,” Hermie agrees. “Like recognizes like, and I live with the guy.”

“Right, that makes sense…” Normal is quiet for a few moments while Hermie sets up the mugs across the counter and starts dividing the cider between them.

“Do you think— like, is he okay? Just in general?”

“Are any of us?” Hermie shrugs, and Normal chuckles sadly.

“I guess that’s a good point…” Normal agrees. “… are you doing okay? As okay as any of us could be doing, I mean. Cm You never really respond to my texts, and I ask Taylor, but...”

“Unreliable narrator,” Hermie agrees, filling in the blanks. They do not continue.

“Yeah… so…?”

“So what?”

“Hermie! Come on!”

Hermie laughs tiredly, “does it matter?”

“Of course it does, Hermie! I’m worried about you!”

“Don’t be,” Hermie snaps, but there’s no real fire behind it. “I’m alive, despite my own and the universe’s best efforts.”

“You make it really hard not to be worried about you when you say stuff like that!” Normal says, taking a step towards Hermie. Hermie cuts him off by shoving a mug of cider into his hands.

“Everyone else has managed. All of this,” Hermie gestures at themself, “is self contained. If you don’t like the performance, the exit is to your left.”

“I… jeez, Hermie—“

“Come on,” Hermie says, shoving another couple of mugs into his hands. Normal takes them, but the worried expression doesn’t leave his face. Hermie ignores it, and leads the way down to the basement.

Link has already settled into place in the middle of the couch, with Taylor half on his lap and curled up against him. They're both in pyjamas, but Taylor's still got a full face of tear-smudged makeup on. Hermie sighs and rolls their eyes, setting down the mugs on the table. With their hands free, they unzip Taylor's go-bag and fish through it. Vaguely they register the noise of Scary descending the stairs to join them, but Hermie ignores it.

They find the makeup wipes without much issue, pull a few out of the pack, sit beside Taylor and try to lift him up from where he's lying in Link's lap.

Taylor whines and turns away from Hermie, burying his face in Link's pyjama pants. Hermie thinks they can hear a small and muffled "nooo."

"Let me take your makeup off. Then you can lie back down without it getting everywhere."

Taylor whines again, and Link assists Hermie by gently lifting him up and tilting him toward them.

They take his glasses off and Link holds onto them, and then they wipe the makeup off as gently as possible while still getting all of it off. It's not unlike Taylor to forget or forgo this step when he's too drained or achey—at least he didn't leave his contacts in. Hermie probably has Link to thank for that.

Taylor's face scrunches up as Hermie wipes the makeup off. Probably because the wipes are cold and wet and not the most comfortable thing when you're warm and cozy, but it's better than staining everything and fucking up your skin. Not that Hermie would care about the last part in particular, but still.

“There you go,” Hermie mumbles as they wipe off the last of it.

They bump their head gently against Taylor’s before pulling back… or at least attempting to. While Hermie was distracted, Taylor’s tail returned to its position around their wrist.

“My spot is over there,” Hermie whines, tugging gently at Taylor’s tail but not making any real attempt to pull free. As they glance mournfully at their spot, they realise Scary and Normal are staring at them, looking two parts confused and one part surprised. Normal’s face flushes when they meet his eyes, and Hermie quickly looks away.

Taylor whines something along the lines of ‘punishment for getting my face wet when I was comfy’, but none of it is actually words. Unwilling to make a further scene of it, they sigh and settle down beside Taylor, letting him bury his feet beneath their thighs.

Normal and Scary linger in front of the couch for a while, before Scary elbows Normal and moves over to sit on Link’s other side, which leaves Normal to squeeze in between Hermie and the armrest. He’s being very careful not to touch them, and Hermie stretches just a bit to knock their legs together. His tension was palpable, and Hermie is very glad to feel it loosen as soon as they make contact.

For their own sake, of course.

“Oh!” Link says softly from Hermie’s other side. “Do you have any more makeup wipes?”

Hermie produces the last one from their pocket, and holds it out for Link.

“You sure you don’t want me to do it?” Hermie teases, and Link immediately grimaces as he takes the wipe.

“Yeah, no, I’m good. That’s weird.”

Hermie snorts and leaves it there. They retrieve the remote from its place on the back of the couch. Usually, they’d hand it to Taylor and let him take over, but considering the way he’s still barely even looking at the screen, he doesn’t really seem up to it.

“Any suggestions?” Hermie says as they turn on the TV. Everyone replies with a chorus of vague, noncommittal mumbles. “Great.”

They open up Netflix and scroll through the list they prepared for the night, but most of their selections are actual horror movies, which don’t seem appropriate after the night’s events. Once they eliminate anything actually scary, they don’t have too much left to choose from, but The Nightmare Before Christmas seems like a safe bet. Hermie isn’t entirely sure if Taylor had inherited his father and sort-of-grandfather’s Christmas spirit, but it’s a fun movie either way. Nobody complains when they select it, so they hit play and settle in.

The movie plays with little chatter from everyone. Taylor is curled up against Link's chest, and Hermie thinks he might be asleep.

But then they hear his breath hitch, and they look over immediately to see Link shifting Taylor to face him rather than stay buried in his pyjama shirt.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly, bringing his thumb to wipe a tear off Taylor's cheek.

"'M sorry…" Taylor mumbles to Link.

"For what?"

As an answer, Taylor only whines, and his breathing picks up again, and more tears start sliding down his cheeks.

Scary's torn her gaze from the TV, and she's got it locked on Link hugging Taylor—the sympathy in her eyes is something Hermie's only caught glimpses of before.

Normal is looking directly at Hermie, concerned and expectant. They don’t love being relied upon, but at least it’s better than Normal rushing in himself and overwhelming Taylor again. They hold up a hand in a stay there gesture, before returning their attention to Taylor.

Link is shushing and soothing Taylor as his sobs get louder, with one hand on his back and another in his hair, and Taylor mumbles something into his chest that's barely coherent, but Hermie pieces it together.

"...ruined Halloween…" he slurred between sobs.

So that's what he's sorry for.

Link's mouth is slightly agape, and judging by the look on his face, Hermie is almost certain he has no idea what Taylor just said.

"You didn't ruin Halloween," Hermie reassures, hoping they sound more sympathetic than exhausted. They certainly feel exhausted.

Link glances up at Hermie, apparently surprised by their translation, before he nods quickly and squeezes Taylor gently.

“Yeah! It’s fine! It may not have gone super great, but you still gave me the chance to go trick-or-treating!”

“‘s even worse!” Taylor sobs. “It was your first and maybe only time trick-or-treating and it was awful!”

“I wouldn’t have done it at all if not for you!” Link tries, sending Hermie a frantic look.

Hermie grimaces, but leans over to press their side against Taylor’s. It also means they’re snuggled up against Link’s arms, which Hermie is sure both of them could do without, but for now they’re willing to call truce for the sake of Taylor.

“Exactly. Besides, it’s not like you went out there with the intention of…” having a severe panic attack and almost starting a small suburban lawn fire, “all that. It’s not your fault.”

“‘s stupid,” Taylor sniffles, tugging Hermie a bit closer with his tail. There’s not much force behind it, but Hermie takes the hint and turns towards Taylor, wrapping him fully in a hug.

“No it’s not,” Link says.

“Hey, maybe, but the world's stupid and things happen,” Hermie says at the same time.

“I shouldn’t have…” Taylor mumbles, weak and muffled.

“None of us should have,” Hermie agrees, and hopes Taylor can make sense of the implication.

Of course Taylor shouldn’t have had a panic attack over a series of cheap Halloween decorations, but he did, and it was the result of some eldritch generational trauma that none of them ever should have had to deal with in the first place.

Taylor mumbles noncommittally, snuggling further into Link and Hermie’s embrace. Hermie settles more comfortably against the two of them, resigning themself to staying there for the rest of the night, potentially.

After the first movie reaches its conclusion, Scary has leaned against Link’s other arm. It isn’t until Hermie is half asleep an hour or two later that Normal finally works up the courage to cuddle in against them. Despite how tempted they are to tease, Taylor’s breathing has finally steadied out beneath them and they aren’t about to risk waking him. They keep their eyes shut, and adjust their own position so Normal can fit more comfortably against them.

They’re all bound to wake up sore and awkward tomorrow morning, but for now they’re cosy and comfortable, so Hermie, at least, is content to leave that problem for tomorrow.

#dndads halloween week 2023 #dndads #the mortifying ordeal of being roommates #fic #cookies writes and cookies wrongs #angst #hurt/comfort

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tribow · 1 month

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I'm about a week and a half into Violet Detector. I'm so bad at teleporting.

Anyway, I'd like to just talk about Sumireko a bit. Back in Urban Legend in Limbo she was cocky. She had this superiority complex and thinks she's hot shit, but she gets a big reality check from Gensokyo. (Which is kinda funny considering Gensokyo is literally Fantasy world). When playing through Sumireko's story, she's running from one youkai to the next. She's "winning" the fights, but none of the opponents (besides Shinmyoumaru, ya hate to see it) seem to actually lose since she has to run away from them. The goal is to scare her after all, not actually kill her. (Side note: Losing to Shimmy implies that she's actually going to kill Sumireko, which is very funny)

By the end of all of it she's able to briefly escape back to the Outside World, but it's temporary. She will be pulled back in and as far as she knows, one of those youkai might actually kill her (she doesn't know Reimu was going to protect her once she gets pulled back).

Now that she knows she has no control over the situation she decides to go nuclear. She'll unleash the full power occult balls to become the literal key to Gensokyo's barrier. She has fully resigned herself to her death by youkai, but she will at least have achieved her goal.

Perhaps she was lost in her own theatrics, but Sumireko gave up here. If the situation played out like she thought it would, she would have achieved her goal without seeing it through. Her cocky attitude was gone. She didn't refer to herself as some important girl with psychic magical powers. She's just some highschool girl who was way in over her head.

I go over all this because it's a bit clear through her own actions that despite how she presents herself to others, Sumireko does not place herself as important. Her superiority complex is a complete front. Its a display of what she wants to be, but she doesn't believe she can be it. This is a trope that chuunibyou characters tend to have, but Sumireko's case is an interesting one. She is a special person, those esper powers are legit. Her delusions aren't necessarily fake, but to the rest of the world around her, it is.

That's her real issue, she's just a lonely kid. She tries to use her experiences in Gensokyo for clout, but it's an unsatisfying endeavor. Clout doesn't necessarily net you any friends or close relationships. Plus, it's not like anyone is going to believe her. As far as the Outside World is concerned, Gensokyo isn't real. Luckily for her, she has been able to become friends with several of Gensokyo's residents. She may not belong in Gensokyo, but the people there accept her and appreciate her for who she is.

So, this all comes to a head in Violet Detector. The events of this game (so far) are very reminiscent to her chapter in Urban Legend in Limbo. She's stuck in the dream world and everyone is attacking her. It's like she's fighting for her life all over again. To make it worse, Doremy tells her that it doesn't matter if she ends up dying in the Dream World since Sumireko's dream self will just wake up in the real world and it will be as if nothing happened.

Sumireko is functionally worthless in the dream world. Her death would serve nothing. Yet, when faced with a reality where she holds no value, Sumireko gets motivated. She resolves to fight back.

This is not the Sumireko from Urban Legend in Limbo that would have just let life run its course on her. Her self confidence isn't a front, she is earnestly deciding to struggle against the odds with her own power.

I really appreciate this character development. Gensokyo was harsh to her at first, but it showed her the value that she has in the world around her. Sumireko is something to fight for.

Well, that's enough rambling about Sumireko. I haven't even beat the game so I don't know how this ends. I just like her dialogue with Doremy and wanted to talk about it. Sumireko's perspective on Gensokyo (and the Dream World) is very interesting.

#touhou #sumireko usami #I say all this but Sumireko isn't even close to one of my favorite characters lmao #her story is just very interesting amongst the other humans #her plot is some of the least vague I've seen from ZUN #crazy that she'll be irrelevant after this game.#I guess I'll find out why when I beat it. So far it hasn't been bad idk what the big deal is about

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Betrayal, failure, and monster for the not-so nice OC asks. For Tyr!

[not-so-nice oc asks!]

These were all really good, so I'm warning now that I got... quite rambly about answering them. xD One of my favoritest guys ever, fr. Thank you for coming to my TED talk, etc etc lol

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

Oh, I am so glad you asked this one for him. One might say the surface-level answer is that betrayal is part of an agent's job, but there's some occasions I really want to dig my teeth into for this where some of Tyr's... surprises, shall we say, come across. This is gonna take us right into Imperial Agent chapter 2 spoilers, however, so beware those beneath the cut.

I can't resist starting with... the asterisk? The "should probably be the expected answer" that Tyr decided to fully turn on its head?

One deeply important thing about Tyr (and his perception of his own career) is that he chose, agreed to Imperial Intelligence, went through Academy training, and was thus... as prepared as one could fairly expect to be for the kind of half-truths and lies an operative can expect to both perpetuate and be expected to swallow as part of their job, he might say. Which is just... background to add flavor to the fact that Tyr cites his reason for joining Intelligence as something one might call a flavor of patriotism - a genuine drive to serve the greater good of the Empire's citizens. Something that is complicated by Tyr's distaste for stereotypical Sith in-fighting and powerplays, but I digress.

This point is really just when Tyr says, Imperial Intelligence never betrayed me, he does actually believe it. With his entire heart. And that won't actually change even as he learns more about the Castellans and what he's been subjected to.

Tyr's faith in Keeper (or rather, the Minister of Intelligence, as his role is at that point) is... not that the man is perfect and incapable of fault, but that the man's in a rather tight position and genuinely does what he can for his operatives, even with his hands tied behind his back. I guess you could call it a kind of "you couldn't hurt me in a way that matters," but like... meant as a positive?

Some might call that one hell of a mental gymnastics routine. Maybe it's because they're related, even if Tyr never fully realizes it, or maybe it's just really that Tyr's short on authority and parental figures that he can rely on, so he's willing to do a lot to hold on to the ones he feels he does have.

So, arguably, that doesn't particularly answer the question, but it does set-up that Tyr's... really fucking ride or die, at his core. Once he really commits to someone, it... well, frankly, it takes a lot to dethrone them from his confidence. Tyr never feels betrayed by Intelligence, even if you might argue he very well should. He feels hung out to dry for doing his job by the Sith and the Dark Council. And there isn't really arguing that Kaliyo has essentially toyed with selling him out for the equivalent of a bag of corn chips and some salsa, but, really, neither of them expected much more or less of each other, so Tyr doesn't... tend to be fussed about it, honestly.

I think the one that stings, really, is his... dynamic with Lana Beniko, really. I'd be tempted to say there's a lot about their relationship that isn't necessarily exactly either of them's fault and, ultimately, I'd say on most days, in the end, they're actually quite perceptive of one another's needs and the differences and bonds between them. What does make him feel betrayed by her is a little unfair in the sense that there's no real way she could have known at the time what kind of traumas she was touching him off on - and, frankly, they're not particularly great at ever clearing it up out of some sort of "mutual respect to not talk about the past" that does cause them a bit more trouble than boons at times. The short of that (in this... already very long ramble, oops) is that it's Rishi, and it's the matter of Theron Shan. And even without Tyr's growing affections for Theron by then, Lana getting Theron caught by the Revanites without forewarning him would have still shot their budding trust in the foot and it leaves them somewhat hobbled even to this day. It made Tyr want to throw his guards back up - it reminds him of Corellia (which was no vacation, sure, but it was an operation he was made well aware of what he was agreeing to when Shara sent him in), but what the real issue is is that it reminds him of Castellans, and of the very touchy "job security" he's not particularly had since Imperial Intelligence was cannibalized. One thing Tyr always has strong feelings about is that you take care of your own, that operatives aren't disposable for the sake of being disposable. Risks are inherent in this work. They hardly need to make them more prominent by holding knives to each other's throats for the slightest of inconveniences.

And that leaves me with the second question, which is... also maybe not as clean as an answer as it could be, lol. But to dig deeper than the surface level of the occupation's inherent moments, I think... the one that haunts me the most, and the one that haunts him, though he'd need to be forced to actually admit it and realize (let alone deal) with his feelings about it, is Shara - Watcher Two.

They never intend to hurt one another. Both of them realize in their relationship's infancy that it's an inherent possibility, maybe even a likelihood. What I think happens is they sort of... accidentally fall in love with a reflection of one another rather than... who ends up standing before them. And some of that - a lot of that, even - may well ride on Tyr. And what's left unsaid.

He never confronts her about the whole of the Castellans. He never even says to her that he knows - that's a secret he keeps between himself, his crew, and the old man, as far as the people who were there to live through it with him. Tyr never tells her he's made a deal with Ardun Kothe, that he's turned genuinely double agent for the SIS. I can't say with certainty it even... occurs to him to consider it.

Some of it is the relatively high certainty that, in the end, as things are, they're not likely to ever see each other again. They'll both be reassigned, if she continues work at all, and that means both of them have to say goodbye. It's better for both of them if she puts him from her mind, and he doesn't need or want to make that any harder for her.

Either of them.

And he's not convinced he'll ever actually make it out of the Empire. Most Ciphers don't survive five years of the work, after all. Certainly not Ciphers who have already once caught the ire of the Dark Council, despite their best intentions. There's few people Tyr genuinely holds close, and he wants to see none of them take the fall with him when the day comes that he finally pays the price for his betrayals.

Shara should've gotten out. At least one of them deserved it, as he'll tell the old man on Rishi. At least one of them actually made it. He hopes. He has to believe, in that moment.

Until that all falls apart when he sees her face on Nathema again, years later. And she calls him a liar - cites the Republic alignments of the Alliance - except it's not about that, is it? It's about trust. It's about working with someone so long that they knew the back of your hand as well as you - maybe even better. It was about, why didn't you ever tell me? That you were suffering, that you wanted to run? It's... it's if it was love, if we would've crossed galaxies for each other... why wasn't she invited to return the favor?

Something he'll never have the opportunity to try to explain now. Just the bitter-tasting realization that none of his answers would've sufficed anyway. In the end, he'll feel he robbed her of the one thing he's been so damn afraid of losing for so long: the chance to choose.

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

I think there's a part of him that would consider his greatest failure what we just covered: that one of the few people he'd relied on in one of the darkest times of his life, he'd betrayed, he'd hurt - in one of the gravest ways he's ever experienced hurt. And on that note, no, no one really knows about it. When he says his initial goodbyes to her after wrapping the Star Cabal operation, and then has to face repeating those goodbyes on Rishi, he bundles that part of himself and his experience up and sets it aside. What other choice does he have, really? It's safer that they never see one another again, and dwelling on it isn't going to change that.

He remembers her and their time together fondly, can be caught by later partners contemplatively watching rain droplets race each other down the windows at times during a storm, but he rarely makes an even indirect explanation of their relationship, let alone an explanation of it. He'd probably like to say there's nothing to be done about it now, so it doesn't matter, but that doesn't change the ache in his chest.

Aside from that, I think... there is genuinely a part of him that is realizing more and more that it's... it's not exactly great that he hasn't been able to get out. Maybe that's more in-line with greatest flaw, but... Tyr is the type to dress self-sacrifice as, if not a virtue, then just... a core of what he does, what he's meant to do. To be really bad at recognizing it's self-sacrifice.

And it's hard to miss the way he works, but... his own mindset isn't particularly good at saying no, enough, and... neither has the galaxy exactly been the most accommodating at telling him to quit already, lol. But... he's gotten more and more aware over the years - with age, with experience, with more and more wars under his belt - that it's not just himself he's harming with that kind of mentality. The very people he wants so badly to protect, to look after aren't having a great time watching him burn the candle from both ends, either. And he's... he wishes he was better at this also, really.

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

I do spend a fair amount of time going on about how Tyr's actually an idealist, despite his consistent failure to fully recognize this, but I do also get reminded when I go back through chapter one with him that he's just as capable of calculated cold cuts as any Cipher. 'Monstrous' isn't something that'd come to mind for him, or as a descriptor of him coming from me, however.

If there's anything in this territory, it's that his more ruthless streak - that thread of him that's capable of channeling more Cipher Nine and less Tyr Deckard, agent of Imperial Intelligence, if you will - still slumbers, and still has a passing fancy for the false allure of vengeance, at times.

There is absolutely a part of him that could probably still be goaded to try burning the Empire and its systems down in a scorched earth blaze of glory. Tyr has almost always remembered that such tactics... never really worked. If they did, they wouldn't be in this war - or the last, or the one before it. They wouldn't have inherited the war of their fathers, and their fathers before them, and he wouldn't be facing down a galaxy that seems hellbent on leaving it to their children, either. The Republic has already tried to eradicate the Sith, and the Empire was still standing to make him an agent of it.

But there's that itch, still... it grows a bit quieter with each year, maybe - the seasonings of age and experience to temper its hiss. But the trigger itch to light a match and watch it burn for the way the Empire's eaten people up and discarded them - for that way it's used him. It's been tempting, at times. There's a reason he has such a damned hard time walking away when there's still fighting going. Even if he is starting to feel too old for this bullshit these days.

#answered #ch: tyr #imperial agent #this is. yeah this is. i really really rambled. i'm almost a little sorry lol #will never forgive this guy for having supposed to be 'just some guy' and then consuming my life for what. like 2 years at this point??#i've lost track. i'm sure the timestamps exist.#love his ability to be such catnip to me he distracts me from doing other things. for him. with him. about him. because Him.#swtor ocs

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