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he-calls-me-kitten · 9 months
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Ah, thank god <33
Since I don't have the balls to write this myself -- what about the bros with a very flirtatious reader-? One that just teases them non-stop throughout the whole day, and the bros punish them for it-?
(Ik this is a rlly boring idea but AKSKDKSNS)
First of all, it's not boring AT ALL! Do you know how much I love it when MC takes charge??? And this right here???!!! THIS IS GOLDEN HEHEHE! We need more confident flirty representation okay!!
No Rest for the Loving
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Seriously you could be the biggest tease in all three realms. They thought they had seen everything with Asmo, but lo and behold, came along you. It was quite literally, getting harder to live with you in the same house. But there's only so much they can hold back until their patience runs out.
Lucifer face palms as you take a seat on his lap, offering to 'help with paperwork'. You've not even shifted yet, but he's already stimulated - knowing your cheeky tricks. And the fact that you've been constantly doing it the entire day. First in the meeting room and now in his room.
"You look extra tired. Look at all the lines on your forehead." You hold his face tenderly, pretending to kiss it better. "Ahaha, you look so much better when you're flushed red."
"Hmph, is that so?" Lucifer glanced up towards his door to see if it was locked. "In that case, you might look better like this." Papers flew and pens and quills scattered and fell off the desk as he placed you on it and laid you down.
You brace yourself as he grinds against you mercilessly. You throw your head back when you're almost at your climax and then he pulls back. You groan into your hands because you know he won't be relieving you for a while.
Mammon grumbled under his breath as he hung from the ceiling, waiting for you to stop laughing. "Are ya done laughing your head off yet? Can you get me down already?"
"Oh come on, you're asking me to go against Lucifer's orders to keep you like this, atleast let me have my fun won't you?" You cooed, running a finger down his chiselled abs exposed from hanging upside down.
"Oi! I told you to stop that! This is the fourth time! What's with you and my stomach anyway?!" He blushed furiously, his skin on fire from your fingers.
"I just like how it feels." You answered cheekily, as you untied him from the ropes. "Now there, all done. Now we're even."
"No..." You were about to leave when you felt his arm wrap around your waist, the other hand cupping your bottom. Squeezing and groping it as he pleased, it sent electricity up your spine. "We'll be even after I'm done with my turn."
"Ack! There's no way! I can't possibly win against you!" Leviathan said as he lost another round of the staring contest with you. "Also is it really okay for you to sit there and have an ice cream during this?!"
"What's wrong with the ice cream, I got you the Ruri one in your favourite flavour too didn't I?" You said, deliberately making a big show of eating the stick of ice cream in a erotic way. "My, my what are you imagining in that head of yours, Levi?"
Levi turned even redder at the accusation. Oh shit. Had you caught him staring at your tongue the whole time? "I'm not imagining anything! And besides you..." He racked his brain for a good one liner, inspireed by his many romance novels."Besides you couldn't handle me anyway!"
"Oh, do you want a tongue-off to put it to the test?" You regretted suggesting that seconds later. Now your endless moans were muffled by his long forked tongue invading your mouth. You tried to surrender the fight, grabbing his shirt in fistfuls, but he only shoved his tongue deeper inside in crazed frenzy, holding you firmly in place. This wasn't a fight you could ever win as his tail entered the picture too
Satan was trying so hard to hide how flustered he was. "MC, this is just getting silly now." He said trying very hard not to start gazing down at you just sitting on the floor, between his legs, head resting on his thigh. The cat ears on your head didn't help either.
"But I'm not even doing anything." You said with mock innocence, as if you hadn't made a show of crawling to him on all fours and plopped your head dangerously close to his growing arousal. "Oh, am I to blame for this?"
You turned around and grazed your hand on his crotch. He grabbed your wrist but didn't push your hand away. "Oh my, you could totally mess up my insides with this. If you know how to use it of course."
"Sure, I'll show you what I can do if you can put that pretty little mouth to use." You tried very hard to be confident but it all went down the drain now that you whimpered with his length hitting the back of your throat. He was determined not to let you walk for the next few days.
Outdoing Asmo in terms of teasing was no easy feat, but you managed it anyway. You combined his love for fashion and you very efficiently by wearing the most enticing thing you could find in his wardrobe.
All he had to do was walk in and see you sprawled on his bed, fidgeting with your phone. He gasped, dropping his many shopping bags - an impatient frenzy in his eyes.
"It seems you really like what you see." You chuckled at the obvious reaction his pants were too tight to hide. Within seconds he was on top of you, leaving lipstick stains over your exposed skin and somehow skillfully fucking you with the outfit still on. It was after the first 8 rounds you realised what a mistake you'd made.
"Oh no MC, don't drift off just yet! There's a few more outfits I'd like to fuck you in." He said, pulling you onto his lap. Your head lulled to the side, resting on his shoulder. What the hell were you thinking tempting the Avatar of Lust?
The one thing you learnt about the twins is that you cannot tempt them while they are in the same room. Whether they take turns or tag team to pleasure you, you are always unable to function properly for the next few days.
Belphie takes his revenge by lazily thrusting inside you, constantly dangling you over the edge of your release.
You beg and plead but he doesn't increase his speed until the very end, where even his hands add to the party. "See how easy it is to turn the tables on you? You thought I'd let you go easy after how grinded against me in the crowded bus?"
Beel goes quiet, even apologetic right before he goes feral. As if he knows exactly how badly he's going to ruin you.
The thing about the way he overstimulates you with tongue is that you can't tell if he's being deliberate or if his hunger is just that intense. And you never ever know when he's going to be full. "I'm sorry MC, one last time I promise...it's hard to resist your taste... especially since you offered..."
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081314 · 27 days
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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 7 (Part 2)
Following is part 2 of my translation of Chapter 7 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains Episode 7-107 to 7-111.
Main storyline spoilers after the cut.
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Episode 7-107
Ortho: Pretty much our only option is to try and convince Malleus-san to bring down the domain himself and let everybody go. 'Cause if you destroy a server, you'll just end up destroying all the data its got inside it, too. How about we do something like go up to the barrier and shout, "Hey, Malleus-san! You're making your grandma cry over here!!" You know, like they do in those old crime dramas.
Chief: …We'll certainly reach out to Queen Maleficia, at any rate.
Head Engineer: I wish it were as simple as just getting an overblotter's family member to talk them out of it, honey. Then Styx wouldn't always have so much trouble on our hands.
Ortho: So what, are you guys saying we should give up?
Head Engineer: Now, now, Or-kun. Did you forget what you just said?
Ortho: Huh? What do you- You mean when I was talking about trying to convince Malleus to let everybody go?
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Head Engineer: Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner!
Ortho: But mom, you said so yourself, it's not as simple as just talking an overblotter out of it.
Head Engineer: As long as you've got even the slightest chance of success, it's worth a try. Besides… I've already thought of a different approach.
Ortho: A different approach?
Head Engineer: Here, can you tell me what this is, Or-kun?
Ortho: Hm? That's a video of… big brother!? Where'd you even get this from? Waaaait a second… That's weird. Where's my maintenance dock? We kept it in big brother's room even after I enrolled and moved into my own room… No way, is this a video of…!?
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Head Engineer: That's right. This is a live feed, direct from Idia's dream.
Ortho: Whaaaaaat!??
Head Engineer: Finding a back door's a cinch as long as you understand the source code. And that goes for magical domains, too! And now that we're inside… We can make contact with all the dreamers without Malleus finding out.
Ortho: I-I mean, I understand what you're saying, but still… That's crazy. It feels like I blinked and you already analyzed the domain and even figured out the address for big brother's dream.
Head Engineer: Heh heh! So what do you think? This is the power of human innovation right here! Just you watch, I'm going to dig up each and every address and make my own admin system right under his nose! Hehhehehe….!
Chief: She's been like this ever since she went through the logs of your fight with Malleus… She's even got the data processing and engineering departments going into over drive.
Ortho: Gotcha. She's probably got a grudge against Malleus for saying her tech was pathetic. Heh, sounds like something mom would do. She and big brother really are a lot alike… But I'm glad.
Chief: About what?
Ortho: Big brother looks like he's having a lot of fun in his dream. I know it sounds weird, but I'm just glad to see him so happy.
Chief: I see. Yes, I understand how you feel.
Episode 7-108
Head Engineer: Anyways, it looks like everybody on that island is having the same kind of nice, pleasant dreams as your big brother. Everyone's fast asleep, getting lots of good rest while they're dreaming… Their magic and strength reserves must be all topped up by now, and that's why I'm thinking they're probably going to get bored of these dreams pretty soon. …Well, maybe.
Ortho: So this different approach you were talking about, it's… We're going to make contact with the dreamers and have them take care of Malleus-san for us!?
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Head Engineer: Correct! If we can't do anything out here, our only choice is to fight him from the inside!
Ortho: Whaaaat!? No way, that'll never… Wait, but maybe… If we can make contact with the dreamers, then maybe this really will work. If you give up before you even try, your probability of success will be stuck at zero forever. Even if you have a 0.001% probability at succeeding, at long as it's not a zero, then you've got a chance to take that 0.001% and transform it into a one hundred. So there's no reason not to give it a shot. Okay, let's do this. I'll dive into the magical circuitry, enter big brother's dream, and…
Head Engineer: Hang on there, Or-kun.
Ortho: What's the matter? I'm just going to make contact with big brother, that's all. It's not like it's going to be dangerous or anything…
Chief: I'll take over from here, head engineer. We do have one major concern about your making contact with Idia.
Ortho: What?
Chief: Your brother might reject the truth- …he might reject you.
Ortho: …!
Chief: You noticed how your maintenance dock was gone from his room, remember? I'm sure you understand perfectly well what all that implies. You might just end up getting hurt very badly again, Ortho.
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Ortho: …
Chief: We're going to reach out to some psychological experts so we can explain the situation as calmly as possible to him, without anyone having to get hurt-
Ortho: You don't have to worry.
Chief / Head Engineer: Huh?
Ortho: I know my big brother. I know as soon as he sees me he'll go, like, "OMG this bishounen humanoid inside my computer is asking me for help?!? Wait, don't tell me what happens next, I've seen this same thing play out like a billion times before in my light novels!! The time's finally come, right!? I'm finally going to become the chosen one!!?"
Chief: Erm, I'm not sure he'd say all… that…
Head Engineer: Honestly, I can see it.
Ortho: Well, regardless how he reacts, I know big brother will listen to us. He's Idia Shroud, the mad genius raised by the chief and head engineer of Styx, remember? Instead of trying to be amicable here and taking the long way around, I say we take a shortcut, instead!
Episode 7-109
Gloomurai: dude you killed it today
Gloomurai: lets hit up that new tundra map tomorrow~
Gloomurai: k im gonna bounce. ggs!
<muscle red has logged off>
Idia: Maaan, that dungeon raid today was just… The drop rate was friggin' insane!!! I might be able to max out the armor for both my main and my sub-job now. Come to think of it, I also got three event SSRs in a row for my oshi this week, too… Uh-oh, now I'm getting a bad feeling about this. I'm never this lucky… Just watch, all my stuff's gonna crash so hard tomorrow I won't even be able to recover any of my data.
(Idia gets an incoming call on his PC)
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Idia: Huh? Ortho's trying to face time me? Wonder why he's calling my online game account, that's weird. Wait, does Ortho even know about my Gloomurai account? And why can't he just call my phone? …Whatever.
(Idia accepts the call)
Idia: Hey, what's up? You need help with a game or something?
Ortho: Hi, big brother. How are you?
Idia: O-Ortho!? W-What's going on!?? I never knew you were into cosplay!?! Dude, that's like a god-tier setup, I can't process all this-… Wait, did you just call me big brother?
Ortho: You and I haven't met before. At least, not in this world. My name is Ortho. I'm a magical humanoid - an autonomous AI made by you.
Idia: …A magical what now?
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Episode 7-110
Ortho: You and me haven't met before. At least, not in this world. My name is Ortho. I'm a magical humanoid - an autonomous AI made by you.
Idia: …A magical what now? O-Ooooh, okay, okay, I get it. You're just using an avatar, aren't you? Man, you nearly gave me a heartattack there. I see you went for the cool bishounen look.
Ortho: *sigh* I guess it's going to take some time for you to awaken…
Idia: Wait, what? Awaken? What…?
Ortho: It's okay, I don't blame you. I'm sure you've got a great life going on in there, don't you?
Idia: Umm, you're losing me here, my guy. Is this about some new anime or something?
Ortho: You need to listen to me. You've already realized there's something "off" about this world, haven't you? So I'll get straight to the point: I need you to help me save the world, Idia Shroud!
Idia: ….!! OMG this bishounen humanoid inside my computer is asking me for help?!? Wait, don't tell me what happens next, I've seen this same thing play out like a billion times before in my light novels!! The time's finally come, right!? I'm finally going to become the chosen one!!?
Ortho: BWAHAHA-!!! I mean! Ahem. That's right, big brother. The time has come. It's time for you to awaken from this dream!
Idia: Dream…? Augh!?
(The room starts to warp)
Idia: Humanoid… big brother… Ortho… No, that's all wrong! My little brother is… A-Auugh! My head feels like it's about to explode…! Ortho goes to Royal Sword Academy… No he…! He goes to Night Raven College with me…. My little brother… On that day, my little brother-…!
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(Idia's phone starts to ring)
Idia: Ortho's calling me…!? Shit, my head…!
Ortho?: Big bro!? He's trying to trick you! He's a phoney, he's not real!
Idia: A-A phoney!? …Augh!! Where are all these… memories coming from…!?
Ortho?: That phoney's trying to brainwash you, big bro! Don't listen to him!
Ortho: Argh, I knew this spell would have some sort of countermeasures built into it. Looks like the NPCs are programmed to stop any dreamers when they try and wake up. That kind of autonomous magic is really high-level stuff… Guess there's a good reason Malleus-san is considered one of the top five mages in the world!
Ortho?: You wait right there for me, okay? I'm coming!
(The Darkness appears)
Ortho: W-What's all that black mushy stuff!? Oh no, is it.. Is it blot!?
Ortho?: Sorry I kept you waiting, big brother. I'm here. Everything will be okay now.
Idia: Or…Ortho?
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Episode 7-111
Ortho: Don't tell me, big brother thinks that black gunk is "Ortho"? Get away from that thing, big brother! Run!!
Ortho?: It's okay now, big bro. You're just tired from playing video games for too long, that's all. Come over here and rest for a while.
Idia: U-ugh… O-Okay..
Ortho: Crap, he can't hear me anymore. Big brother run away! Get away from theeeeeere!!!
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Idia: …Huh!? Why… Why am I wearing my ceremonial robes? And why am I in the courtyard?
???: Is that you, Shroud?
Idia: Eep!
Malleus: So it was you. …What ever is the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Idia: M-Malleus-Shi… why are you here?
Malleus: Why…? Orientation's just about to start, isn't it?
Idia: O-Orientation?
Malleus: …Heh. Are you still half-asleep? You remind me of Silver, a student from my dorm.
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Idia: Hold up… Orientation…? That was months ago…
Malleus: What do you mean? This is the first time you'll be attending orientation as a dorm warden.
Idia: U-Uhhh… Really?
Malleus: You're a strange one, you know that? Come, and let us make our way to the mirror chamber. It won't do for two wardens - and two third years at that - to arrive late.
Idia: Man, it feels like I'm forgetting something suuuper important right now… Whatever.
(something thuds in the distance)
Malleus / Idia: !?
Idia: There's a bright light in the sky… The heck is that… I-Is it a meteor!? Uhhh, doesn't it look like it's coming straight for us!? It's coming straight for us, right!??
Malleus: …What on earth is it? I don't… I don't know what it is.
Idia: Dude, why aren't you freaking out right now!? We need to RUN!! It's gonna be game over if that thing hits us. N-No, it's too late!! I need to put up a forcefield-! Uwaaaaa!!
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(Something crashes into the ground)
Idia: PLEASE tell me my dead man switch fired and deleted all my shit, please, please, please… Wait.. I'm… alive?
???: Life force resonance tracking was a success. The target has been located.
Ortho: Sorry I took so long to get here, big brother!
Idia: W-Who the heck are you!? Ah! That's the Styx emblem! Are you a new power suit model that mom made? But why are you calling me big brother…?
Ortho: I'll explain later. Now get behind me! There's a scary guy glaring at us.
Malleus: What is the meaning of this, Little Shroud? You are not meant to exist within this dream. Just how did you weasel your way in here?
Ortho: Heh. Don't you remember what you told me, Malleus Draconia-san? You said I'm like a ghost. And a ghost doesn't need any reason to be able to move between dimensions and spacetime, now does it?
Malleus: Heh… Ah ha ha ha! You have my praise, for being able to astound me twice now. However, for you to have the gall to tread not once, but twice into my castle without my permission… You are brazen beyond belief, you little automaton! Stand back, you fools!
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thesirencult · 5 months
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A LETTER FROM YOUR FUTURE SELF
Sometimes the golden threads of the past, the present and the future get entangled. We get to look out of the window and witness what lies ahead or, in reverse, we can look from above to the present and past time and re-evaluate the situation we used to be at. May this letter serve as a reminder that there is a version of you down the line which has escaped on the other side of the veil and they are ready to share their wisdom.
You can book your tarot or astrology reading with me by directly messaging me ❤️ Till then, enjoy this general message waiting to find you 🌙
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PILE 1
"I was going through albums full of photos, hugs, love, tears and sadness. I know that we've come a long way now. Sometimes I want to forget and other times to remember. There is always this book that I reread over and over again whenever I want to meet you again. It feels so long ago yet it was what? 5 years? 7? Certainly not that long ago. Yet so many things have changed. That book holds so many memories of us. I love you. You are my little teddy bear. I can not comprehend how we made it or how badly people treated you in the past. There is a place in my heart I keep hiding you in. I talk to you constantly in hopes that you will hear me at some point and realize that we are meant for so much more and we will get that. We just have to wake up and break free from the chains and constraints of others. I love you, for all the beautiful moments we spent together and all the times we cried alone on a cold pillow. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Yours forever and ever and ever,
U 🌧️
PILE 2
"When I try to find the words to talk to you I struggle. I don't feel that much of a connection to you. I've changed a lot and I see my timeline as fragmented. I don't feel proud for you but that doesn't mean I resent you. How could I? You brought me here. You were the one who transformed and broke from the pain, but it was a rough time for me and I try to distance myself from addictions and betrayalz.
Anyways, I wanted to let you know that it's done. We are safe. You wake up in the morning feeling calm and rejuvenated. We don't need it anymore. We don't need them anymore. We take joy in the mundane. Don't roll your eyes! Boring is safe and learning to be still in a world that's always moving will help you ground. Stay safe love ❤️
Yours, faithfully.
(I don't even know why this name came out but maybe it resonates with someone, so I will mention it. Ashley.)
PILE 3
"We are free. We found a lover that let's us breathe and we no longer fear our power and beauty.
We no longer feel threatened by others and we don't have to hide our true selves.
I passed by our old house today and I saw mom and pops. They are doing fine. I went by the doghouse of our old pet and I still cry after 10 years without them, but it's okay, we've loved and we kept a piece of them in our hearts. They still visit us in our dreams you know. A friend like that never leaves you.
Our lover is sweet and safe. They are disciplined and a rock for us. We are still tumultuous and unorganized and they can withstand the dark clouds same as they do the sunny days out. They are a champion and they don't find us difficult to love. They marvel in our strength.
You will grow old together and built a few different houses but the home will always be in your hearts.
I remember you all the time. You would be grateful if you stayed. Don't go, we'll get there. Don't leave me please, I don't want to miss my lover and our home. No matter the weather stay.
Yours now and forever.
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waldau · 2 months
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tomorrow — jeon wonwoo | 2,049 words | fluff
in the words of james acaster: starting making it, had a breakdown, bon appetit. also i saw the news about mingyu's post and laughed for a minute straight 💀
gender neutral reader. warnings: none.
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being sick sucks in general, but wonwoo thinks it's worse when he's on tour. he's supposed to be seeing new places with his friends, meeting fans and doing what he loves the most for them. in short, he's supposed to be having a good time.
instead, he's stuck in his hotel room all by himself, his limbs trapped inside an insanely heavy comforter which can't possibly be that heavy. and it's not even comforting him right now.
this is all wrong. he should be on the other side of the world, with you, eating the stuff you've made, or going on inadvisable, impromptu snack drives when you can't sleep. he shouldn't be in agony because of some random street food he decided to try with the rest of the group. that he somehow had no tolerance for.
either way, he really misses you, and has even resigned himself to counting the seconds that are passing so that he can bore himself into sleep and make tomorrow come faster. time is supposed to be an illusion, anyway.
his door opens slowly, and his heart jumps against his ribs for a second. there's no way you—
"hyung," comes mingyu's voice, low and concerned. he shuts the door behind him. "how are you feeling?"
"better. but still tired."
mingyu makes a sad noise. "hungry?"
"not at all."
"you sure?"
"yeah."
"okay, uh, we're all going for dinner now. we'll be back in a couple of hours, because dino wanted to visit the park nearby, but if there's anything you want, just let me know, okay?"
wonwoo feels the weight of his phone being set on his chest through the comforter. the block of metal and chips is the only thing that's his link to you right now.
"call me if you want me to get something warm and safe to eat before you sleep."
wonwoo wants to thank him, but he can't even muster the energy to keep his eyes open. he feels mingyu ruffle his hair briefly before chuckling, because that's something he doesn't normally do when wonwoo's awake. wonwoo allows it, just this once, mainly because there's nothing he can do about it.
"see you." and just like that, the room's empty once again.
wonwoo feels his eyes grow heavier after a while, head filled with thoughts about the group's next show and thoughts of you. he wonders what you're doing right now, whether you're sleeping, keeping well, or thinking of him with the same desperation with which he's thinking of you right now.
wonwoo loves you, and knows you love him despite the erratic schedules of his work, but sometimes being apart from you is the worst thing that he has to do.
he's thankful for the thick comforter because he can feel the temperature in the room dipping, and he finds himself going back to sleep again.
the light sound of a conversation is what finally brings him out of his sleep. he hears some snorts from near the foot of his bed. when he opens his eyes fully, having slept better than he has the whole day, he sees someone exiting his room. minghao, probably, going by his build. and there's someone still sitting by the foot of his bed, accompanied by the sound of shoes being kicked off.
it's you.
wonwoo lets out a chuckle and turns around to bury his face in the pillow.
"that's all you're going to say? after all the distance i travelled to get here?"
wonwoo turns around to see you inching closer to him, till your eyes are at the same level.
"are you real?"
you stare at him for a moment before you laugh, and oh, he's in love. it's nothing new — he's already known he loves you, for a long time, but now it's something more, because you're not a dream, and you're really here.
(you're his dream, but that's another topic for another day.)
"absolutely real. here, see?" you say, pushing his hair away from his face. he can see you better now, but you're blurry.
"this is unfair."
"what is, baby?"
"i want to kiss you, but i can't even see you properly. after all the distance you travelled to come see me."
he sees you smile before you reach over him and beckon him to sit up, gently placing them on his face and pushing them upwards till he's comfortable. better.
and you're even better.
"hi," you say, smiling a bit shyly. wonwoo figures it's because he's staring at you unabashedly right now, but surely you can't fault him, not when it's been almost a month since he's been away from you?
"hey, sweetheart," he says, glad you're able to hear it in person and not through a tinny phone speaker. "kiss me?"
"did you mean to say miss me?"
you have a cheeky smile on your face now. wonwoo shakes his head. "of course i missed you. but i want to kiss you. right now."
"you have no idea how badly i want to, but i think you know it's for the best if i don't."
wonwoo frowns at that. just because it's true it doesn't mean it's okay.
"here," you say, before you press a kiss to his forehead. wonwoo feels the tension in his shoulders melt away, his head sinking back into the headboard. you hesitate before pressing a soft kiss to his lips that leaves him wanting more.
"you said—"
"i know," you groan, pushing yourself away immediately. "i'm sorry. but i'm going to kiss you so much after you get better, so you better be ready for that."
it's a threat he can't wait to experience.
"how're you feeling?" you ask, hand combing through his hair. "did you have the medicine mingyu got you?"
"mm."
"feel like having anything?"
wonwoo tries saying something, but his throat feels dry all of a sudden. he extracts a hand from the comforter and points to his throat.
"water? tea?"
"tea...?"
you nod, for the bedside table for a flask he didn't even notice was there before.
"minghao dropped it by before leaving," you explain, filling a cup with some of the tea and setting it on the table. "lemon and honey. he said it'll help."
wonwoo's thankful, but he wants to know more about what you're doing here. "sorry," he says, his hand finding yours. he traces the shape of your palm and fingers, convincing himself you're really here.
"for?"
"you're supposed to be at work. i'm keeping you here."
"pfft. i wouldn't be here if i didn't want to surprise you, okay? it just happened that you fell ill. i'm doing this for me as much as i'm doing it for you. plus, it's a saturday tomorrow."
"oh," is all he can say.
"this tea isn't going to drink itself, you know."
wonwoo sniffs and picks up the cup. he holds it for a few seconds before his hands tremble, and he would have spilled it all over the comforter if it weren't for your hands that immediately took the cup from him.
"hot," he mumbles. "too hot."
you tut. "it's normal, baby. i'm sorry. i thought you'd have been feeling a bit better by now."
wonwoo makes a sound of displeasure. "it hates me."
you laugh, and he feels a bit better again. or maybe he's just imagining it. but it feels good. "no, it doesn't."
"it totally does. i should be sleeping by now."
"you should sleep after you have something. did you have anything since this morning?"
"mm. some soup. and...soup."
you give him a look. he doesn't know what to make of it, but he doesn't want it to be on your face for any longer.
"want me to help you have the tea?"
wonwoo nods and sits up slowly, still weak. he hasn't been this drained in ages, but he's glad you're here. his eyes close when he feels the cup touch his lips.
minghao doesn't joke about when it comes to tea. you sit in silence while he finishes the entire cup, word finally dislodging themselves from his throat.
"it's unfair."
"again? what is?"
he wipes messily at his glasses with his knuckles to see you clearly. "these keep fogging up..."
you take them off for him gently. he watches as you wipe his glasses clean with the edge of your shirt, looking at them in the light before placing them back on the bridge of his nose. better.
but the next sip ruins it again. wonwoo lets out a frustrated groan that turns into a laugh and you join in, and he wonders how he ever expected himself to go through the night without you.
you make sweater paws with your shirt and wipe his glasses gently. "i'll clean them however many times you want me to," you say softly. "but i'll still be here tomorrow morning, so you don't need to worry about not seeing me."
wonwoo wonders if you know how much better you're making him feel by just being here. your hair's not in its usual near state, your shirt is wrinkled, and you look exhausted, too, but it's you. and your familiar perfume, the softness of your hands, the love in your every move. and you're here, is the best part of it.
"just some more," you say, filling the cup again. "then you can sleep."
"i don't want to sleep," wonwoo mumbles, taking a sip. it really is helping him; his throat feels so much better than it has all day. "i want to talk to you."
"we can talk tomorrow when you're feeling even better, baby," you say, resting your hand on his chest. "you need your sleep right now. and i'm right here, okay?"
he knows you're right, but it doesn't quell his want to make up for the past month of virtual conversations. as he takes slow sips of his tea, he notices you looking at him.
"what?"
"hm?"
"you're staring."
you look at him, then look away. "missed you."
he somehow feels it's more than that. "that's all you're going to say?" he asks, parroting your words from earlier.
you meet his gaze, but you're blushing this time. huh.
"it's just...you've been looking so...good, recently," you say. "i've been seeing your videos, and stuff the boys keep sending me. i've missed you a lot. and i'm glad you're...that you're mine, you know?"
"i know," he says, eyes shutting for a moment, a smile spreading over his face. i know how it feels to feel that way.
you take the cup from him and promise to be back in ten minutes after your shower. wonwoo starts counting the seconds again, this time to make you come back to him faster. he likes to think it's worked, when it takes less than 600 seconds for you to be back next to him again.
you switch off the lights and settle down next to him in bed, scrolling through your phone while wonwoo gets used to the darkness again. a series of poorly muffled giggles gets him to open his eyes and turn to you.
"what's up?"
you show wonwoo your phone, still laughing. it's a picture of mingyu looking up and to the side while perfecting his angle for the camera. wonwoo presumes it's from the place dino wanted to go to. when you swipe to the next slide, it's the same picture. so is the next one. and the next one.
"what a goof," you giggle affectionately. "and he's deleted the post. i'm so going to tease him about this tomorrow."
wonwoo smiles at that. of course you will, and wonwoo will, if you forget.
you set the phone aside before moving a bit closer to him, enough for him to drape an arm around your waist.
"better?"
"now that you're here," he says honestly.
he knows you're blushing. "sleep well, okay?"
"you too, sweetheart."
wonwoo gets to see you tomorrow. he gets to go home with you after his final show tomorrow and spend the next two months at your place because there's nowhere else he has to be.
being sick sucks in general, but maybe it's okay just this once. because it brought him you earlier than he would have thought.
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psychosonly · 4 months
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PHOTOPEA TUTORIAL / PHOTO FILTER FOR SKIN TONES:
a tutorial on HOW TO BRING OUT SKIN TONES if an image is 'too gray' (faded) or has too much of one (likely over saturated) color! this technique can easily be applied to icons that already have a border ! just put your focus on the base image / icon ! this works on relatively anything, including poc and non-poc. WHAT YOU WILL NEED: photopea...and your desired your base image(for example, i'll be showcasing inconsistent or otherwise dark/faded scene lighting, like twilight and saw). DISCLAIMER: not all lighting/images are the same, nor are psd colorings. while some colorings may be designed to bring out reds/yellows(which is the filters we'll be using in this specific example), others may mute them and you may have to improvise with whatever color the psd you're using is designed to focus on. this is just a general idea, you will have to explore as you see fit. it's all going to depend on your personal taste !
by the end of this, you should be able to manage results like this !
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cool, huh?....anyway, on with the mechanics !
EXAMPLES:
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[ BEFORE PSD ] [ SYNOPSIS ]
#01 / LEFT IMAGE ABOVE: too much green, becomes muted with psd and doesn't show variety. #02 / RIGHT IMAGE ABOVE: the colors are very faded in this scene, and the pink focused psd in question made the image seem gray. we will start with EXAMPLE #01. i will be using the same PSD on both, a custom psd i made and focuses on reds/pinks.
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as you'll see above the PSD has now been applied...but now it's kinda boring :// (there's nothing wrong if you don't mind how it is above, everyone's got their aesthetic choice—HOWEVER, we're aiming to add skin tone...)
once you have your image open, you'll want to go to image>adjustments>photo filter; i went ahead highlighted it in yellow for easy finding !
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since this psd DOESN'T mute reds/yellows, (and those are usually the base of most/general skin tone combinations) i applied both a yellow and red filter. now, these colors i'll be using in this example, because they're in my default colors on the photo filter option—you can totally choose lighter or darker variants of these colors, or like i said, a different color altogether based on how the PSD you're using works. the toggle setting doesn't have to be exact to this example either—this is just what worked best on this image combined with the chosen PSD ! // RIGHT IMAGE IS THE FINAL RESULT AFTER APPLYING THE RED FILTER AFTER THE YELLOW.
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this scene in particular is very faded, and the red feels a little blotchy/over saturated here...so i'll show you an EXTRA STEP you can use ! in saying this, you don't have to do exactly this; you can even choose to go ahead with selective color to fix your image, without doing the filters, if you find that suitable. but i'll be showing you the magic of selective color to balance out the red toned overlay.
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same concept as before, just a different selection: image>adjustments>selective color. think of selective colors as "balancing" the colors. it does have a toggle selection for each color, which is super helpful, including diminishing or adding white highlights. given the PSD colors, naturally, i'll be focusing on yellow and red.
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it's now got a general skin tone and red is not as blotchy !
[ FINAL RESULTS / CONSISTENCY WITH PSD APPLIED ]
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this is a great hack i use quite a bit, it's great for maintaining consistency in your icons when the lighting is working against you...hope this was comprehensible and helpful, happy editing !
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nightprompts · 7 months
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&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 3 & 4 ( "tell no tales" & "the pirates are coming" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ when are you gonna stop wasting your life? it's pathetic. ❜
❛ it's our jolly roger. every pirate crew has to have one. and now we do! ❜
❛ why did i have to get dragged along for this? ❜
❛ you think you can do anything i can't do? ❜
❛ i was just... i was trying to help. ❜
❛ you got to be kidding me. that clown was worth 15 million berry. we should've stuffed his head in a bag and brought it with us. ❜
❛ who would pay you that bounty anyway? you're kind of a wanted man yourself now. ❜
❛ well, it's about time one of my sorry excuses for a supporting cast showed up. ❜
❛ arlong wants a word. ❜
❛ well, you can tell arlong... that i don't take requests. ❜
❛ how much do these cost? ❜
❛ if you have to ask, you can't afford it. ❜
❛ listen. we are going to need something a little less flashy if we want to sneak out of here. ❜
❛ you want to steal a ship? ❜
❛ a ship is not just a ship. it's a part of our crew. ❜
❛ real beauty, huh? ❜
❛ wait! wait! wait! i can help you. ❜
❛ our experiences don't define us. it's what we gain from them that matters. you learned, and you survived. ❜
❛ we've had this discussion. you mustn't show up unannounced. ❜
❛ have you come to tell me another story? i do love hearing about your adventures. ❜
❛ when are you ever going to get the opportunity to wear things this nice? ❜
❛ all this stuff. all this space. it's gotta make a person feel... lonely. ❜
❛ i know i can be a tad overprotective at times, but it's just because i couldn't bear to think what i would do were something to happen to you. ❜
❛ have we met before? you look familiar. ❜
❛ being a pirate has been my dream for as long as i can remember. and i'm finally making it a reality. ❜
❛ i'm sorry. am i interrupting something? ❜
❛ is this the best way to ask for an autograph? ❜
❛ i'm here to remind you of your place in the food chain. ❜
❛ you bore me, clown. ❜
❛ so we're friends now? you don't even know me. ❜
❛ wo what do we do now? have a sleepover? do each other's makeup? ❜
❛ i don't want your pity. ❜
❛ have you ever lost anyone close to you? ❜
❛ you're not very good at this friends thing, are you? ❜
❛ you don't think she, like, like likes me, do you? ❜
❛ if you're gonna talk about feelings, i'm really gonna need a drink. ❜
❛ i knew i'd seen your face somewhere. on a wanted poster. ❜
❛ i guess some fruit gets so bruised, it can't help but to be rotten at the core. ❜
❛ let's fight with real blades to see who's best. ❜
❛ but if you want to beat me, you'd better be ready to kill me. ❜
❛ i don't think you know what the truth is anymore. ❜
❛ i'm done running. i'm not leaving your side. not until i know you're safe. ❜
❛ if we stay here, we die. we have to leave now. ❜
❛ two swords not enough? maybe you should've brought more. ❜
❛ if you just give up, what has all our training been for? ❜
❛ let's fight every day. we'll keep getting better and stronger until one of us becomes the greatest. ❜
❛ you'd do that for me? ❜
❛ now, i need you to be strong so we can get out of here. ❜
❛ a dead pirate weighs the same as a live one. ❜
❛ let's not make this more difficult than it need be, hmm? ❜
❛ you'll never get a peaceful night's rest because someone's always waiting to slit your throat. ❜
❛ i've killed more crewmates than i care to remember. they're expendable. every single one of them. ❜
❛ being a pirate is not about raiding villages or perfect plans. it's about adventure. and freedom. ❜
❛ you gave up on your dream. no one who does that can ever call themselves a pirate. ❜
❛ i'll see you again someday. ❜
❛ from now on, it's all gonna be smooth sailing. ❜
❛ you had to open your mouth. ❜
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st-eve-barnes · 1 year
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Unfinished sympathy
(Modern Aegon x fem Reader)
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Summary: You broke up with Aegon months ago but he can't move on, and maybe neither can you.
Word count: +2200
Warning: Mentions of depression and drinking. This is pure comfort fluff with a tiny bit of angst.
Seeing Aegon cry just melts my heart, okay, I know he has issues but we'll leave those in canon. This modern Aegon is just a sad, depressed puppy who needs love.
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All my fics are also on AO3
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If Aegon had learned one thing from a very young age it’s that people always leave. Whether it was his father, who never cared for him, or his mother, who had high hopes for her son he was never able to fulfill. Even his brother and eventually his sister grew tired of having to deal with him and his moods. 
But then he met you, and for a while things were better than ever. He made you laugh and you made him fall so deeply in love with you. The world was softer then, more colorful and he actually started to have hope again.
But of course it didn’t last.
That’s another thing Aegon had learned from a very young age, he would always fuck up a good thing.
He just didn’t know how to stop, how to change, grow up and be like everybody else. It just wasn’t in his DNA.
And fuck it, he didn’t want to be like everyone else. People were sad and cruel creatures, life an endless cycle of the same boring days repeated over and over. It was eating at his soul.
Drinking helped. Sex did as well. He got addicted to both. But the cure was only temporary, and always left him wanting more. Left him needing what he couldn’t have anymore. You.
He watched you from the sidelines tonight, watching as you danced with him. Too close, too cozy, his hands all over you and the shy, sweet smile on your face showing not the slightest objection.
Aegon forced himself to look away. He knew he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be following you around like this, like a love sick puppy that couldn’t move on. But what else could he do?
You found him sitting on your doorstep when you arrived home later that night.
He had his face hidden in his hands and when he looked up you saw he’d been crying.
”Gods, not again,” you sighed.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he tried to smile at you but it only made him look more miserable.
You grabbed your keys from your purse and walked up to the door, fully planning on ignoring him. “This isn’t your apartment anymore, Aegon, you can’t keep coming here every time you’re drunk.”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he stood and met your eyes,”I’m not drunk. I swear.”
It only took you a few seconds to know he wasn’t lying, you’d seen him drunk on too many occasions to know tonight wasn’t one of them. Your initial irritation faded a little bit. “What are you doing here then?”
“My head’s really bad tonight,” he confessed, rubbing more tears from his face,”really bad and…I just can’t stomach being alone right now, can I��please just stay for a while? Please.”
You sighed again. You knew you should say no, you couldn’t keep doing this, taking him in every time he had another breakdown. But this was Aegon, your Aegon. You would never be able to find it in your heart to turn him and his sad puppy eyes away.
“Yeah, okay, fine,” you caved,”Come on up.”
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The warmth coming from your fireplace was soothing and comforting, the rest of the room was dark and Aegon couldn’t stop looking at the moving flames right in front of him. You sat down next to him on the floor and handed him a cup of tea.
“Thanks,” he spoke quietly,” I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”
“You didn’t, my night was over anyway.”
He looked away from the fire to meet your eyes, his gaze soft and filled with that all too familiar mix of sad and troubled with a little hint of mischievous.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, how all he had to do was look at you with those big doe eyes and your heart would go all weak for him again. 
He was bad for you, you knew that and breaking up with him all those months ago had been the smart thing to do, the only thing to do to protect your own heart. But some part of you still missed him every day, and it killed you to see him struggle, no matter how self-inflicted his issues were.
“You look really great, by the way,” Aegon pulled you from your thoughts,”And happy, really happy, I mean, you’re practically glowing.”
“That’s just the reflection of the fireplace,” you joked and he laughed softly.
“Well, It looks good on you,” he continued,” And I’m…I’m happy for you.”
For a moment you just looked at him.
“You’re still a bad liar,” you then smiled.
Aegon shook his head and the smile faded.”And you still see right through me, huh?”
“Always.”
You both stayed quiet then.
“Are you?” he then asked.
“What?”
“Happy?”
Your eyes met his and you couldn’t lie, not when he was looking at you like that.
You shook your head,”No, but…I’m okay.”
“What about that guy you’ve been seeing?” he asked carefully.
“I’m not seeing him, it’s just a casual thing…he’s not…it’s nothing."
He’s not you, is what you’d wanted to say but you bit your tongue and swallowed those words.
“It’s none of my business anymore, I know,” Aegon sighed,”It’s…god, fuck, I shouldn’t even be here, should I?”
“Why are you here, Aegs?”
A hint of a smile tugged at his lips at your nickname and you instantly regretted it. You shouldn’t have said it, you didn’t want him to think…
“You’re the only home I know,” he then whispered, interrupting your thoughts,”My head gets bad and…all I can think about is…how badly I want to disappear into your arms. It’s the only place I feel…”
When you looked at him you could see the tears in his eyes again.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, wiping his tears before they could fall down,”I know I shouldn’t say those things anymore, I just…I can’t fucking move on from you. I tried, I really fucking tried but…and then I saw you with him tonight and I…”
He bit his lip to stop himself from blurting out more things he would probably regret later.
“You followed me again?” you asked, disappointed but not surprised, it wasn't the first time you’d accidentally ran into him and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed.
“Gods help me, Aegon, what am I going to do with you?” you sighed.
“Oh, the gods don’t want me anymore, baby. My own family doesn’t even want me anymore,” he chuckled sadly before meeting your eyes, letting his gaze linger as he added in a soft whisper,”But you still do, don’t you?”
You wished it wasn’t true, wished that you could listen to your head instead of your heart and save yourself the inevitable heartbreak that would surely follow, if it wasn’t today or tomorrow then further down the road. There was no happy ending with Aegon, you knew this.
But it didn’t matter, you couldn’t deny the way your heart was aching for him.
“Yes,” you confessed with a defeated sigh,” Yes, I still do.”
Aegon’s hand reached for yours, holding it in his for a moment before he pulled you into his space. You went willingly, letting your body lean against his, your head on his shoulder while his arm wrapped around you and his hand started caressing your hair. 
“I miss you,” he whispered against your ear,”You have no idea how much I fucking miss you.”
You sighed into his touch, realizing how much you had missed him as well but you didn’t say anything, you just wrapped your arm around his waist and hugged him closer. Aegon melted into you, his face buried into your hair while he breathed you in.
Tears filled his eyes again but they were not of sadness this time. Your smell, your presence, your obvious affection for him warmed his heart and just like that he could slowly see some color seeping into his world again. Every touch from you chasing away part of the darkness that’s been following him like a shadow for as long as he could remember.
You hugged him tighter and let him cry in your arms, meanwhile losing yourself in his embrace and the way his hands made you feel so safe and needed.
This was the thing with Aegon, when things were good they were really fucking good. After those first months together you were convinced you would never want or need another man again. You two were so happy you didn’t know what you had done to deserve him.
But then things changed, he’d started feeling insecure, going out more and drinking more, feeling depressed whenever he came down from his highs and blaming it all on you.
The breakup was ugly, you had never been so mad at anyone in your life, Aegon begged and cried and promised you a million different things. You believed none of them.
It had been seven months now. You told yourself you had moved on but right now, laying in his arms with his hands caressing your hair and your back so gently while his lips pressed soft kisses to your forehead, you realized you hadn’t moved on at all.
You missed him just as much as he missed you, if not more.
You leaned back to look at him,”Aegs?”
He cupped your face, thumb tracing your cheek while he stared deep into your eyes,”What is it, baby?��
You didn’t speak, you just closed the distance between you both and softy kissed his lips. He didn’t hesitate, one hand cupping your neck to hold you close while he slowly deepened the kiss, tasting you, chasing your tongue with his.
Your hands moved through his messy hair and he pulled you even closer, kissing you over and over, not wanting to stop now that he was allowed to have you again.
“Aegon, wait,” you pulled back after a while.
“I’m sorry,” he bit his lip and leaned his head on your shoulder,”I’m sorry…I’m a mess, I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“No,” you shook your head and hugged him close. Aegon leaned into you, holding your body to his but not wanting to push things too far too fast. If you pulled away from him now he would never recover.
You leaned back to look at him after a while and noticed the tears were back in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he cried softly,”I never know what I’m doing…everything is so dark without you…and I know it’s not fair to even say that to you now…I know I hurt you too much. I wish I could take it all back and you would be with me again…I still love you so much, baby…”
You pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes, feeling your own hot tears finally spill at his words.
“Why are you crying, sweetheart?” Aegon whispered, his hand was back to caressing your hair.
“Because…I haven’t moved on either,” you sobbed,”I’m just very good at pretending…but I still love you, Aegs. I probably always will.”
Your eyes met his and the world seemed to halt for a moment. He gently wiped your tears away with his thumb and then kissed your cheeks until you stopped crying and he could see a smile on your face again. Then he carefully leaned in and kissed your mouth again, slow but deep, just as he had before. You softly moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer and putting a smile on his face.
“You’re sure?” he asked, insecurity clouding his voice,”Sure you want this? I’m so fucked up.”
“Well, obviously so am I, why else would I take you back?” you teased him and he laughed. 
You hadn’t heard him laugh like that in so long. It made you realize once again just how badly you had missed seeing him like this. Happy, or at least something resembling it. And you knew it was because of you.
Aegon leaned in to place another quick kiss on your lips.
“I will do better this time,” he then whispered,”I promise you, I will try so hard…”
“Stop,” you cupped his face, caressing his cheek,”Don’t promise me anything. No beautiful, hollow words or plans for the future this time, no expectations and no pressure. Just us.”
He leaned into your touch and nodded his head.”Just us,” he repeated.
“All I need is for you to love me. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know how to do anything else,” he smiled softly and then pulled you down into his lap. You followed eagerly, wrapping your legs around him and feeling him cling to you with his entire body.
“Can I stay?” he whispered in your ear.
“Always,” you nodded with a smile.
Aegon couldn’t believe this was actually happening, that you still wanted him, after everything. He was determined to not let the past repeat itself this time. Not with you, not again. He would be better this time, take it day by day and do his utter best to keep the darkness at bay and let your light be his anchor in this world.
For the first time in a long while he felt like maybe he would be okay.
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neko-loogi · 2 months
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Oh boy, Hazbin's episode one is finally out.. here are my thoughts on it.
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Before I start, I'mma just say, I'm so happy that they actually posted the first episode on YouTube, cuz there's absolutely NO WAY I am paying to watch this shit on Amazon Prime, hell nah. That's good money being wasted on a shit show, no thanks. Anyway, let's move on.
Warning: minor spoilers!
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Alright so the first episode, all I can say is, it's a rough start. I have SO MANY things to talk about that I feel like this post is going to be extremely long. So bear with me my friends. To make things simple I'll just number everything for y'all cuz I'm such a nice person :)
1) Introduction..
I'mma be real with y'all here, I'm noticing a pattern with Vivziepop's shows in terms of episodes. Like, the thing I don't like about Hazbin Hotel right now is that they do nothing to establish the characters at all!
You have to watch the Pilot (and I guess do some research) to understand the characters a little better, but the thing with Viv is that she claims that the Pilot episode isn't canon, and that "you shouldn't watch it" because it doesn't count.
And yet, she doesn't even bother to introduce the characters in the first episode! So if you're watching this show for the first time, you won't understand what the characters motives are or their personalities. She literally did the same thing with Helluva Boss! And now she's doing it here, and it bothers me so much.
And don't come at me saying "Oh but that's the point of the show, we'll get to know about them later!" Like, the characters talk to each other as if they had already met before, which means that we won't get introduced to them. They're just there in the series with no explanation.
Moving on..
2) The characters..
Oh my god, where do I even begin? The characters are terrible- I absolutely dislike every single one. They completely butchered them all.
I'mma start with Adam because holy shit he's the worst one of all, he literally serves no purpose in the show, other than to talk about himself and stroke his massive ego in front of Charlie. Not only this but his character design is so stupid- nothing about him screams "I'm an angel, I'm supposed to be the good guy here!".
Alastor just sucks. He's such an asshole in this series and he doesn't care about anyone at all. Like, I get that he was kind of sadistic in the Pilot I guess, but that's because he was meant to be intimidating and someone not to be messed with. But here he's just a super powerful guy who really likes old timey shit, and he's a dick to everyone for no reason.
Angel Dust all he does is be horny 24/7 which really isn't a good personality trait. I mean, he's a porn star, I get it, but he doesn't have to be spewing sex jokes all the damn time, it's annoying.
Vaggie is boring as hell, and honestly it doesn't even feel like she's dating Charlie, she feels more like a weirdly overprotective older sister if anything- plus their relationship feels forced in.
Nifty has been reduced to a weird yandere type character and honestly it's super lame. She deserves better.
*Edit: Vaggie also has no redeeming qualities, or a personality at all. She's literally just Charlie's girlfriend, that's it. There's nothing else about her. She doesn't have a single purpose other than to be Charlie's girlfriend.
Next up..
3) The voices..
Oh boy, some of the voices are not that great to be honest. I still don't like Alastor's voice, he sounds like if Shrek had a congestion and tried speaking with a higher pitch. Angel Dust's voice is TERRIBLE, it's so irritating to listen to- like, you can tell the voice actor is really forcing himself to sound like the Pilot VA. But it doesn't come naturally to him! Angel Dust's voice cracks so many times and it sounds so annoying.
This one is just a personal opinion but I really don't like Husk's voice. Like, I kinda miss his old voice because he actually sounded like a drunk old man, but here he just has your typical black guy who works at a casino kind of voice. (Literally, if King Dice from Cuphead had a deeper voice). Like, the voice is good, don't get me wrong, Keith David is an amazing voice actor, it's just that his voice doesn't suit Husk in my opinion.
Oh, and don't get started on Brandon Rodgers voicing Katie Killjoy- I swear to god I just wanna rip my ears off. I hate Brandon, okay? No offense but the guy's voice is annoying, he's not funny at all- I am so disappointed that they cast him to voice Katie, she deserves so much better!
Charlie's voice is alright, I mean she sounds like your typical quirky Disney princess. Vaggie sounds incredibly monotonous and Nifty sounds off, it almost sounds like the VA is using a microphone with a different quality than everyone else.
Furthermore..
4) The songs..
So there're two songs in this episode, and yeah they're boring. Basically, both songs are kinda like a rip-off of "Inside of every demon is a rainbow" from the Pilot, as they are both fast paced and explain Charlie's motive with the whole Hotel stuff.
But here the songs are divided in two, the first being "Happy day in hell". Which we've already seen countless of times in the trailers and whatnot. The song is a super Disney musical type of shit, which is alright I guess. But the second one "Hell is forever" sung by Adam is so unmemorable and boring. Yeah I personally didn't like these songs at all. I even ended up skipping through them when I watched the episode. That's how you know how bad they are.
And finally..
5) The comedy...
This show isn't funny guys. Viv's comedy isn't good and she genuinely doesn't know how to be funny. The only time I actually found a part of the episode funny was the scene where Vaggie was holding the camera while trying to make a commercial for the Hotel, and she asked Nifty to say some lines but all she did was just stand there blankly staring at the camera and not saying anything. That actually got a short chuckle outta me, but aside from that? Nothing else in the show is even remotely funny.
Alright that's it, that's all I have to say about the first episode. I'm done with this opinion post- If the other episodes get posted or leaked, I'll definitely watch them and give my opinion on them. Thank you all for reading and I'll see you next time!
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thekatebridgerton · 3 months
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A little venting post about the changes made to the show.
Sometimes I miss the era where book adaptations were true to their source material. Lord of the rings, Harry Potter, pride and prejudice, Twilight, The Hunger Games. Books with adaptations that literally had the power to change whole generations. Create such a cultural impact that we'll still be defining facets of our personalities by their influence for years to come.
And I think that those books had so much success as adaptations because the people who made them understood that watching the movie had to be an interactive experience between a person and their book. Not just their screen. People would finish watching the movie, go home, read the book and feel connected to a story where they knew the ending. So giddy and excited to know something they thought other movie goers didn't know. This made the experience exciting! It made it interactive enough to cause an impact.
I recently watched Lord of the Rings (yes the whole 24 hrs of it) and I realized how much I miss that excitement. That same warm blanket of knowing the ending that I experienced when I watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes.
Bridgerton showrunners are so obsessed with delivering something with a 'plot twist' or 'different from the books' that they completely miss the point of how big franchises managed to make their adaptations impactful. So focused on curating the source material to make it more 'original' and new. So focused on driving up buzzfeed articles that read ' 100 ways Bridgerton season 2 was different from the books' that they alienate the interactive experience that exists in a viewer who enjoys reading.
Call me a book purist or maybe I felt sad today because I saw yet another article titled ' 10 reasons why Eloise storyline shouldn't follow the books' but it sucks to have creators spit on the books you love. It sucks to watch an adaptation that looks like fanfiction because it's all the media is currently offering. And you just wanted to see Kate bite Anthony's ankle and laugh. But you have to put up with all the changes of season 2 because complaining is met with an ' oh we wanted to do something different from the book, we wanted to surprise viewers'
Excuse me showrunners, I liked that book, what's wrong with liking that book? What was so offensive about it you had to turn it into something so far away from the source material the Author herself had to come out and say ' the books are the books and the show is the show' basically drawing a line between her creation and the show she authorized to adapt said work.
Netflix If the books I loved were so bad you felt they needed to be changed so much for an adaptation, then why adapt them at all? Why not find some kind nice very much in need of their big break author who has written a story that looks like the narrative you've got in mind.
As a reader I loved all the storylines as they stood. To me it would have been a giddy and exiting experience to be able to follow the show along with the source material. And I'm so sick and tired of show viewers and basically all the sensationalist media like buzzfeed and screenrant implying and outright saying that there is something wrong... with people like me. Who simply liked the books as they were. Because that's how they treat us, and that's what they think and it makes me sad.
And as I wait for season 3 I I sit and wait to see how many ' 100 ways the show is better than Romancing Mr Bridgerton because of how much the showrunners decided to change ' articles start poping up on my feed as soon as it's released. Because it will happen and as a reader you feel so powerless and confused, because all the media kees saying is that you're not allowed to feel angry, because even getting an adaptation is supposed to be a good thing, so don't start being a Debbie downer about the changes made for the screen. The book you loved was outdated anyway, the book you loved was boring anyway, the book you loved needed more excitement anyway.... And the message you keep getting is that The things you loved needed to stop looking like the things you loved, to be worthy of the masses attention
So what does that say about you?
Tomorrow, maybe I'll be back to being my usual positive self. Tomorrow I'll look at the bright side and feel ever so grateful that Julia Quinn's work is on screen. But for today, just for today. I needed to get that off my chest.
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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 months
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🔪 for Chris!
🔪 Awake surgery
CW: Referenced hand whump, blood, sadism, reluctant whumper, facility whump, BBU
"You have got to be joking." The doctor dried his hands off on the single-use towel he held, watching through the one-way window as the trainee inside sat, shaking his head at a nurse who was speaking to him in a low voice. He shook it less like he was saying no and more like he was simply denying that she was speaking at all. "Him again? What the fuck is Petrus doing to this kid? It's only been, what, four days since I got him out of the clinic in the first place!"
"I mean, you know what he does to him, he's one of the little sluts." The handler rolls his eyes. "Petrus fucks him stupid, not that any of them have brains to begin with. But this time 223499 dropped a glass during his Mixology class. Can't pin it this one on Petrus, it's all on 499 being a little bitch again. His Mixology instructor says he's a clumsy little shit."
"Great. Okay." Dr. Ross has a headache already. He hates this place, hates the crude, aggressive handlers and the way they talk about - and to - the trainees. He hates sewing the injured trainees up only to see them again, with new wounds needing dressed and new terror in their eyes. He hates everything about this job except the paycheck.
He can't wait to get another job and get the hell out of here.
The Facility gets to him - it works its way down under his skin, seeing the haunted, nervous way the trainees looked around all the time, trying to guess where pain would come from next. Trying to curry favor, to avoid the torture constantly forced on them anyway. He's been seeing their frightened faces and hearing them beg in his dreams far too often. "So he's here because..."
"It's a deep cut." The handler shrugs. "He needs stitches."
Dr. Ross looks back at the trainee. 223499 is holding perfectly still while the nurse turns his hand over. His palm is a mess of blood, darker than the new-penny shine of his hair. The trainee's stained fingers twitch nervously.
He's just a kid.
The same kid who'd automatically gone to his knees just a week ago, ready to do whatever he was commanded to, thoughtless obedience making the doctor's stomach turn.
He has to get out of here.
Dr. Ross swallows, feeling like there's a lump in his throat he just can't quite get rid of it. "Fine. I'll prep something to numb his hand, we'll give him a little bit of-"
"Nah." The handler shrugs, looking bored. "His primary's got a note on his file, didn't you see it? No painkillers for three weeks. Not even topical."
Dr. Ross watches 223499 flinch away from the nurse, who slaps him, making him cry out. The sound is muffled through the one-way window. As is the apology the boy provides immediately, stammering through it, only to be slapped again. This time, he doesn't cry out. He only cringes back, hunching into himself, and keeps his eyes down.
It makes Dr. Ross feel sick.
"... fine," He says, realizing the silence is drawing out too long. "I'll get him sewn up. He can go back to his room once it's done. Tell Petrus to leave him alone for one night, at least?"
The handler snorts with dry humor. "Yeah, good luck on that. But I'll tell him you said so. You want me to help you strap him down?"
Dr. Ross doesn't let himself look at the trainee again. "Yeah. Come in and strap him down while I prep."
"You got it, Doc." The handler gives him a lazy salute.
The kid doesn't fight being strapped down, but it doesn't matter. Once the work begins, the kid's back arches, he screams and thrashes wordlessly, then... even worse, he makes noises after like he's dying, low moaning sounds that seem barely human. He's shuddering, whispering apologies when all he'd done was drop a glass and try to clean it up too fast.
Dr. Ross goes home that night with the trainee's screaming in his ears. He hears the sounds the kid makes once the needle goes into his skin all weekend in his nightmares.
On Monday, he emails his resignation, effective immediately.
He's smart enough to have a one-way ticket booked for a country WRU isn't operating in before anyone reads it.
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scribespirare · 9 months
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Hi big fan! The Flowerfang content you make is honestly the best I've ever seen written!
I was wondering just a lil inspo if you are bored.
But what about a piece with some big time villain like flirting with our Miles and Miguel going into protective/possessive (Like the nerve of this guy to flirt with our spiderman!) mode, but getting his ass handed to him and worried how will he protect Miles from this evil creep!
...Only for our boy to end the fight easily and quickly because he's not defenseless, he's spiderman! But still Miguel sweet of you to worry and try and defend our boys honor.
Anyway I'll always love whatever you write! No matter the ask! Thanks for continuing to write about this paring!
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yallre both so sweet and ily!!! I combined these two requests into one but kinda left out some of the finer points from the first one (tho my first attempt at filling that one did result in something that might be a full length one-shot. we'll see)
Sometimes, Miles hates being an Omega. He hasn’t had long to really get used to the idea honestly, since he’d presented just a year ago. And there are still a lot of prejudices against Omegas that drive him up the damn wall with how stupid they are.
But sometimes, those prejudices come in handy and Miles finds being an Omega pretty damn funny.
The Alpha bad guy in front of Miles has a bit of a dopey expression on his face and is gesturing Miles towards him. He’s part of a gang of thieves that have been running heists all over New York, and Miles had brought in backup in an effort to try and nab all of them at once. Gwen, Hobie, and of course Miguel are all hunting down their own suspects.
And Miles is following tall, dark, and ski-mask into an alley. All it had taken was lifting the edge of his own mask to let his scent out, his suit specially designed to keep it from leaking and making him easily identifiable, and bam. Love struck Alpha. Or lust struck, judging by the leer on his face. Whatever, Miles will take it.
Less than a minute later and Miles has the man webbed to a wall and is dropping a pin on his location on his comm so he can meet up with others.
“Omega slut!” the thief is yelling when Miguel swings into view and then drops into the alley, light as ever on his feet despite his bulk.
Miguel’s eyes narrow and he looks from Miles to the thief.
Miles just shrugs. “What? I let him scent me and he basically begged me to web him up.”
“Whore!” the man screams, at the exact moment Miguel growls, “You did what!?”
And yeah, okay, Miguel is Miles’ Alpha and all but there’s no need for the theatrics, damn. “Woah, easy, big guy,” Miles says, palms up. “I just thought it’d be the fastest way to get him to stop running. And I was right.”
“That doesn’t-” Miguel cuts himself off with a snarl because the thief is screaming again, this time a series of slurs directed at Omegas. Stalking towards him, Miguel delivers a single, well-placed punch to the side of the man’s head and knocks him out shockingly fast. Then he’s whirling and stalking that same predator stalk towards Miles. “¿Qué carajo estabas pensando!?”
“Uh,” Miles says, refusing to back up even when his hind brain is screaming at him to do so. “I was thinking I wanted to catch this guy quickly. We kind of had plans today, remember?” They were supposed to have been going on a date, but then these guys had popped up. Considering Miguel had put together a plan to catch them long before he and Miles had decided to go out, the bad guys won out.
“You purposefully allowed an Alpha to scent you while you’re in your suit, risking your identity, and the fact that you’re unbonded just makes it all the worse! Mierda, what if he had managed to over power you? What if he’d-”
“Woah, woah, woah!” Miles says over the angry stream of words. “It’s fine, cálmate-”
“Cálmate!?” Miguel repeats, and suddenly his hands are on Miles’ shoulders and and Miles is being shoved back back back until he hits the brick alley wall. “Don’t you tell me to calm down, Miles. You know how I feel about you being unbonded-”
Badly. He feels very, very negatively about the fact that Miles can’t take his bite yet. And normally Miles agrees with him because he also wants to bond. His age is the only thing keeping them from sealing the deal already. But right now Miles could care less because Miguel is being a dick about this for some reason.
“-and still you go and throw yourself out there, letting some random Alpha get your scent, and why? Because it saved you five minutes? Nunca piensas!”
“First of all, he wasn’t going to overpower me,” Miles cuts in, glaring hard at the other man. Which is kind of hard to do when said man has a foot of height on you and is standing so close Miles has to tip his head back. But he does his best. “Second, why are your panties in such  twist about this?”
Miguel sucks in a breath through his teeth and before Miles knows what’s happening he’s been flipped around, cheek meeting uncomfortably with cool, rough brick. He’s trapped there by the heat and weight of Miguel behind him and he can feel the Alpha lean down, close to his ear.
“You’re mine, Miles,” Miguel growls. “You’re mine, even if I can’t bite you yet. And now some fucking Alpha has your scent and a grudge and he can come back at any time, looking for the Omega that got the better of him.”
And comprehension dawns on Miles. “Oh,” he breathes, relaxing a little in Miguel’s hold. “You’re jealous that some other Alpha was interested.”
“Puta madre! I’m not jealous, Miles! Will you take this seriously for two damn seconds?”
Miles hums, holding back a laugh by the skin of his teeth. “I am taking it seriously,” he tries, even as he arches his neck and cants his hips back. “You’re just being your protective, possessive, Alpha self. Can’t stand the thought of someone else thinking they could bite and claim me. Thinking they could put their hands on me. You can’t stand the though that for a moment there he really thought he was going to be the one to bring down Spider-Man just by pinning me down and knot-”
The rest of Miles’ words are cut off by a cry of pain as Miguel suddenly bites down hard on the sensitive flesh between shoulder and throat. It’s exactly what Miles was expecting though, as is the way Miguel presses him even further into the wall, one hand at his hip ripping at Miles’ suit.
The teeth leave Miles’ throat but its only so Miguel can growl, “Maldito malcriado. You drive me insane, you know that?”
Miles just laughs, reaching back to grab Miguel by the hair and yanking on it. “You started this, big guy. You’re the possessive asshole freaking out and getting all Alpha on me. Now are you gonna finish this or what?”
It’s simply not physically possible for Miguel to fuck Miles while they’re standing up. The height difference puts Miguel’s cock at around mid-stomach on Miles. But that doesn’t mean Miguel can’t throw Miles down on the dirty pavement and fuck him there instead. He doesn’t let up until Miles is near tears and chanting “Miguel” and “yours”and “my Alpha” mindlessly.
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tokiro07 · 28 days
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Undead Unluck ch.196 thoughts
[Lucky Number Seven]
(Contents: speculation - power system/lore)
"I'll talk about Unbreakable vs. Unbreakable next week," I said, "surely it'll wrap up then," I said...I say it every few weeks, but I really need to stop trying to predict what's going to happen next...ah, am I Untrust?
Funny thing about this week's chapter: last week, I had the thought completely unprompted:
"Huh. y'know, even with their Rules, there isn't any good reason that the Negators are superhumans most of the time. Like just because Andy can't die, that's no reason he should be able to control the flow of his blood. Shen and Feng's martial prowess and inhuman strength are completely unrelated to their Rules, same with Billy's trick shots. I wonder if maybe their non-Negator abilities are somehow tied to their souls"
And I considered bringing it up last week, but it didn't really seem super relevant to what was going on, so I omitted that section cus I didn't want to get super sidetracked, especially with something that was just a wild shot in the dark
AND NOW IT LOOKS LIKE I'M JUST TAKING CREDIT FOR A PREDICTION I NEVER MADE!!! TOZUKA, YOU'RE MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A JACKASS FROM ALL DIRECTIONS!!!
Anyway...this is such a sick development!!! It's a subtle change, but the difference between using one's will to activate their abilities and using one's soul carries such a significant implication for how the power system will develop going forward
For one, the ability to manipulate, shape and project the soul changes the meta drastically since it adds a completely new wrinkle to how battles are fought, basically adding a new tool to everyone's kit in addition to things like Artifacts and teaming up with UMAs while also adding a potential new weakness to every encounter
I get the impression that souls are meant to be immortal since people get reincarnated between loops, but Ruin said that anyone he kills as a Regulator is removed from the loop, implying he can completely kill souls. But is this a unique trait to him, or is it something that anyone can do if they're able to target souls and he's just familiar with the technique?
Then there's the fact that Fuuko was able to impart Unluck without any tools, simply using her raw soul to go straight to meteoric levels. What can everyone else do to augment or circumvent their Rules? Could Chikara project his vision through his soul to lock down enemies from multiple angles without needing to worry about his eyes drying out? Or could he see a target's soul and prevent them from using their powers entirely?
Can Rip damage souls directly and keep them from recovering? Can Billy learn how to copy Rules better by witnessing them directly? Can Shen get a better read on his opponent by seeing their soul's intentions? Can Haruka harden her soul into armor OR harden her body since it's technically external to her soul? Can Sean make his soul Unseen or project parts of his soul to turn others invisible at a distance?
It'd be pretty boring if everyone just started generically making soul chains and soul guns, but if everyone is able to level up their Rules in unique ways, that'd be a great way to further develop the power system beyond what we've seen so far! I honestly wouldn't be surprised if we found out that Juiz has been using her soul to read peoples' visions of justice this whole time, and we'll probably see that in more detail when Julia gains Unjustice
As fun as it is to develop the power system, though, the real question for this chapter is who were those souls with Fuuko? I think it's fair to say that most if not all of us have concluded already that they're the previous holders of Unluck, who have presumably followed Fuuko to watch over her, but that raises a bunch of questions in and of itself
We know that Juiz and Victor never had families, so their continued existence between loops changed nothing (side note: this is a good indicator that Ruin has in fact been present since Loop 1 since he claims to have been created by God directly, which just further goes to show how hard he sucks as a villain), and that Juiz's eventual death led to her soul being incarnated as the child of a childless couple. From this, we can conclude that because Fuuko did not die in L100, her parents didn't have children in L101 as her soul was not present to be born. If these other six Unlucks have been staying with Fuuko this entire time, then that means that none of them were born in L101, as the chain of succession for Unluck could not be reset. How sad! Their ultimate fate was to not be able to live the lives they wanted even in the final "perfect" world! I guess that's still true of any given Negator prior to the current lineup, though, but still, that's tragic in and of itself, isn't it??
Secondly, though, what do they mean they chose Fuuko? All this time, I thought God picked the Negators based on what would cause the biggest tragedy for them: the world's greatest doctor inflicts irreparable wounds, the world's greatest psychic can only tell lies, the world champion ends his career by killing his opponent, a child drops his only living family from a cliff, a husband's only memory of his wife is her death...you can't tell me that these are because of the previous Negators!!! The Gods making those choices makes sense because they're both sadists, but the Negators themselves??? No, there's something more going on here
The Isshin family makes sense, at least, since their ability doesn't carry tragedy in and of itself, though it's possible that they're just maximizing its effectiveness by keeping it exclusive to smiths. I suppose the previous Untrust going for Latla also makes sense in that regard since giving it to someone with inaccurate predictions wouldn't change the trustworthiness of their conclusions. Unrepair is best used in the hands of someone with an understanding of anatomy, Unstoppable is best used by someone with good reaction time, Unchange is best used by someone with a strong desire for consistency, etc.
I think what it might be is that the previous users are also trying to find who can best make use of their powers in the interest of defeating God in the long term, it's just that God still decides when the power is transferred. I don't know what the previous Unlucks saw in Fuuko, but I highly doubt they said "that girl sure loves her parents; wonder how good she'll get with Unluck if we kill them." No, they probably heard her say or saw her do something that implied an interpretation of luck that they saw potential in, and didn't anticipate just how much destruction that she'd be able to cause
Bear in mind, there's no indication that Juiz ever executed any of the previous Unlucks, nor was she particularly worried about who would get it next after Fuuko. This implies that Fuuko's potential for Unluck is uniquely dangerous; the ability isn't a threat, she is, and whatever it is that made her that way is what made the Unlucks choose her
This brings us to the matter of the loop itself: why do the same people get the same abilities every time? My original thought was that either A) God designed the system that way for consistency so the looper would be able to make decisions based on experience, or B) once someone became a Vessel, the Rule was inextricably tied to their soul, so it would be drawn to them specifically if they were available when the ability next transferred. There may still be some truth to these ideas, but with the understanding that the previous Vessels have at least some say in the line of succession, it seems likely that upon reset, the first user gets it back and then deliberately passes it on to their chosen successor upon their death because they know it'll eventually lead where they want it to
This in turn further suggests that memories are carried in the soul. We've seen this multiple times, with Julia remembering Juiz's life and Sean/others choosing to be born earlier/later, but for the Vessels to consistently choose the same successors, it gives the impression that once they revert to being souls they remember everything and know what they need to do next. I wonder if they communicate with each other at all to coordinate their reincarnations and selections?
If nothing else, we can conclude that Remember probably accesses the memories present within the soul rather than psychometrically reading their past or storing the memories itself like other Artifacts do. I wonder if Remember's reverse ability actually erases memories or just suppresses them? I'm inclined to the latter, since one could feasibly use the obverse in a later loop and get erased memories back as well, and Victor's memories weren't actually erased. That said, Victor may be a fringe case since losing his memories completely could be a form of ego death, and therefore would be negated by Undead. Victor's not a very good sample for understanding the mechanics of Remember, is the point
I won't guess how long it will be before Tozuka revisits this concept and explains it in more detail, since again, I'm always wrong in these things, but I'm very excited for when he does! I've seen a lot of people concerned about the implications that the Vessels are responsible for the tragedies, and I would like that misunderstanding cleared up ASAP
Until next time, let's enjoy life!
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4ng3l-0n-34rth · 2 years
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Sprite // a Tangerine x reader drabble
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i luv me some tangerine😚
a/n: your code name is blondie like the band, but if you’re actually blonde then thats even better! but theres no reference to your actual hair color in the story, also this is a fem reader story because i think it works better than ungendered since you’ll be posing as a sex worker for sum rich white guy
summary: you were hired along with the twins by different employers on a mission in assassinating a political figure in the United States (no not a real one) and as the contract killers you are, the three of you accept. although unbeknownst to you, you wouldn’t be working solo like you usually do.
warnings: murder ig but did you really expect anything less? rich people doing rich people drugs n such
JUST A REMINDER MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! i’ve posted a fandom list and my request rules, but if it doesn’t inspire me dont expect me to write it🤷‍♀️
You only knew Tangerine and Lemon by their work names, and they only knew you by yours. You were the infamous ‘Blondie’ although not because of your hair color, rather the fact you worked best with a pair of headphones in, listening to none other than Blondie.
When you got the call from your handler saying you were wanted to assassinate Derek Brown, a current candidate for the New York Senator, you were weary. That was until they mentioned just how much you would get paid. 1 Million dollars. It seems like a lot for just one person, but for the job it was just enough in your eyes. Who had this much money to hire you? You and your handler were both unsure, but the pay was delivered half before the job and half after, so you were more than satisfied.
The plan was simple. You’d attend a party full of men too rich and fat to face any consequences for their actions in an underground club in New York City, and all you had to do was get him alone, find a way to administer the poison your employer delivered with the first half of your cash, and get the hell out of there. Seemed easy enough.
You dressed in a short cocktail dress, in order to blend in with all the other girls for hire in the club. Paired with some heels and expensive looking jewelry, then you were off to the club, the poison sitting comfortably in your bra for later.
Getting into the club was a lot easier than you thought it would be. The staff entrance was completely unguarded to your surprise, so you just stepped right in.
The music blared loudly as you waltzed through the club. Servers with trays of expensive liquors and lines of cocaine, definitely not somewhere you'd want your future senator. You smiled to all the men you made eye contact with, waving to a few and trying to keep your cool while searching for your target, but before you could find him two familiar faces came into your view. You immediately groaned and walked towards them.
"Well if it isn't the Sprite twins!" They both looked at you, utterly confused. "Y'know.. Lemon and Lime, like Sprite? What? Do you prefer 7Up or something?" One of the men cleared his throat and grumbled, "It's Tangerine." You couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Oh I'm sorry! Tangerine... That's a bit of a mouthful isn't it? I mean of all the fruits you could've picked you chose Tangerine?" He rolled his eyes, as the one you remembered to be Lemon laughed along with you, nodding in agreement. "Says you Blondie. A little boring innit?" You scoffed and mumbled a whatever. "Anyways, why the hell are you two here?" Lemon spoke up this time. "Senator candidate Brown." He stated simply, and Tangerine elbowed him in the side and furrowed his brows, "Just tell the girl the whole mission why dontcha!"
You found it funny how his mood was so terrible. "Well then i believe we have the same goal, just don't get in my fucking way and we'll be all fine and dandy!" You sent a smile and walked away, hearing Tangerine mumble an 'all fine and dandy yeah right' as you were off.
After making a few rounds through the building, you laid eyes on the target, taking two glasses off the waitstaffs tray and sitting next to him. "I couldn't help but notice you looking at me from across the room..." You grinned through your teeth, handing him one of the glasses you were holding, then using that empty hand to rub his thigh.
After that not much small talk had to follow before he was whisking you away to a private room. "Would you like a drink hun?" You asked as you walked over to a side table in the room with a few glasses and a bottle of whiskey. "That sounds lovely doll," he replied as he started to remove his coat and tie, taking a seat on a couch in the room. You poured a drink and walked over to hand it to him, but pulled it away from his grasp before he could grab it. "Ah, this is your reward dear. You gotta take that shirt off first..." you played with his collar as you spoke, then stepped away so he could unbutton it, and while he was distracted you spiked his drink.
"Good boy.." you leaned forward to kiss his neck and handed him his drink. He drank it all down in one go, and the poison started working immediately, causing him to start choking and gasping for air. "Aww poor thing can't handle his liquor," you faked a pout and laughed. "Sick bastard..." Now for your great escape, you surveyed the room to find some kind of window or door to the outside to leave through so you didn't have to sneak past the two men guarding the door from the outside.
You spotted a window across from you and ran over trying to wiggle it open, but to no avail. The damn thing was sealed shut. Unknown to you, the twins had their own plan to get to him up their sleeve.
The brothers both headed towards the stage where they had a few fog machines, replacing the liquid in them with an anesthetic, then they both threw on a gas mask and turned the machines on. How the two worked was in now way conventional, but it worked for them and that's all they needed. Soon enough the gas reached the men guarding the room you were in, and the sudden thud of them passing out alerted you.
As you looked in that direction you spotted the gas seeping through the cracks in the door. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you muttered and grabbed a blanket to cover your nose and mouth to wait out the gas airing out. Soon enough the twins had entered the room, and to their surprise you were sitting calmly in the room with their target unconscious. "Is he uh... dead?" Lemon asked. You just nodded, trying to minimize your breathing to the best of your ability. They both closed the door and draped blankets around the cracks of it to keep the gas out, then removed their masks. "Bloody spectacular!" Tangerine shouted angrily. "We needed the cunt alive Blondie!" he groaned. "Oh... well I didn't, so my job here's done if you'll just excuse me-" you got up to try and leave but Tangerine stopped you. "Ah, if you leave now you'll pass out before you reach the door." You huffed and held a hand out, "Then I'll be taking one of those masks please and thanks."
"No way in hell love, not until I figure out what the fuck we're gonna do about this." You whined at his response. "Oh c'mon I didn't want to fight anyone tonight, especially the both of you, so please just let me walk." The twins shared a look, then Tangerine looked back to you. "Give me your worst doll, you aren't leaving just yet." You sighed and shook your head. You took a couple seconds to think of a plan of action, then suddenly lunged at Tangerine, giving him a good punch to the gut and reaching for his mask, but you were stopped in your tracks when you heard a gun cock from behind you. "Sorry Blondie, but he's right, we can't let you go just yet.
"You can't just keep me here! My handlers going to get nervous if I don't go back to my hotel within the hour. I bet she'll send back up too then your ass is grass." Tangerine snickered at your plea, "Lemon, go handle the bouncers outside, and lock the doors. I'll keep an eye on the lady." And with a quick nod, Lemon put his gas mask back on and stepped outside, then Tangerine readjusted the blankets in the cracks of the door.
"Go sit on the couch." He ordered and you groaned. "Next to the dead guy? Yeah pass I'll take the bed." You waltz over to the bed and kick off your heels then take a seat. You considered all possible options to slip by before Lemon had a chance to get back. "You might as well come take a seat with me since I'm going to be forced to stay here for a while," you spoke calmly and looked up to him, giving a doe eyed expression and a bit of a pout. Then just like any other man you ever tried to manipulate on the job, he complied and sat next to you.
"It's quite the gruesome line of work for such a pretty face.." you spoke softly and grazed your fingertips up and down his thigh. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away. "Could say the same for you." He spoke quickly, using as few words as possible to get his point across. You could tell he was struggling with you so close to him and it made your sticky situation all the better. "So Tangerine... what's the idea behind the name?" you asked and turned from having your back against the headboard to facing him. You had to admit he truly was attractive. "Well Tangerines are sophisticated, easily cross hybridized. Adaptable, like myself." You giggled at how serious his response was, not thinking he'd have such a good explanation for a fruit.
"I still think lime would suit you more, my Sprite joke was funny," you smiled, and gently tried to move your hand back up his thigh again. This time he didn't budge, allowing the contact, although he didn't respond to you. "Y'know this line of work gets lonely, why won't you talk to me? When's the last time you had a real conversation with someone that wasn't Lemon?" You saw as his jaw clenched, he seemed irritated, not because you were bothering him, but because he knew you were right, he did want to talk to you. Suddenly he untensed and let out a deep sigh.
Letting his guard down. Perfect. "Not for a long while. Other than Lemon I don't really speak to people outside my job. The job I'm currently on and trying to not get distracted from, thanks." You frowned and went from gently grazing his thigh to placing your hand down, softly brushing your thumb over it. "It's probably more lonely working solo though," he was beginning to open slowly, deciding to not see you as a threat, but an acquaintance. "It is lonely, sometimes I regret this line of work. Wish I had a normal, boring, actionless life." You both progressively moved closer as you continued to chat.
It was hard to find someone going through the same thing you were since it was rare to meet people who would even begin to understand living your life as a weapon, but he did because he was the same. Tangerine was comfortable, but internally cursing his brother for taking so long and leaving him to keep his cool with you. Same as you, he couldn't deny your charm.
You suddenly leaned in all the way kissing the man in front of you, a hand on his cheek and the other slowly inching up his thigh. You could tell he was shocked by the delay in kissing you back, but something in him couldn't push you away. Both of his hands reached up to your waist, one staying there and the other making its way up your back. The kiss was over as soon as it started, with you reaching you hand on his thigh up into his waistband, pulling his own gun on him.
"I'm really sorry about this, I did enjoy our little chat." He was completely and utterly shocked. He was mad at himself for letting his guard down, but more upset that you tried to get close to him to catch him off guard. “Give me your phone.” you ordered and he looked at you dumbfounded. “I said give me your phone!” and he shuffled through his pockets and pulled it out. “Put in your password.” and he complied then handed it to you.
You opened his messages and put in your phone number, sending yourself a text, then tossed it on the bed. Tangerine tried to reach for it back, but you stopped him. “Sorry hun but I cant let you move.” you grabbed your shoes off the floor, not letting the man leave your sight, then leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek, grabbed his mask, and put it on before backing out the door.
As you stepped out, you were met by Lemon. “Move a single muscle and I’ll blow your brains out.” you held the gun to the side of his head, and he froze. “Good.. now you’re going to let me go, and don’t worry about your brother he’s perfectly fine, just pussy whipped.” you gave a small chuckle and ran out the door to your car making your escape.
Once Tangerine could grab his phone he opened it to see a contact name, ‘Blondie😉’ and a message you sent to yourself.
“xoxo😚”
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Dungeon Meshi Season 1, Ep 4 Review
Spoilers below the cut! I have a lot of thoughts on this one so it's a bit long.
This is a slower episode, but I expected it to be. I worry that people will find this episode boring because there's not as much action or comedy as some of the other episodes, and what is here tends to be a lot more subtle, but this is honestly one of THE most important episodes of early Dungeon Meshi.
The pacing of this episode was great, Trigger allowed themselves to slow down and take the material more seriously when it was needed, and I really appreciate that.
Senshi and his connection to the dungeon, as always, makes me want to cry. Kui's focus on respect for the people who do the thankless, denigrated jobs in society like picking vegetables, cooking, and cleaning toilets always gets to me.
Senshi expressing the importance of being part of the ecosystem of the dungeon, and the balance of the world, protecting people not by killing monsters but by keeping the environment in check is so important to the core of Dungeon Meshi.
That, plus the sequence where Senshi refuses using magic to light a fire, instead wanting to do it by hand is also important. Later we'll get to see how magic can excel at some things that can't be done any other way, but for now it's time to focus on Senshi.
The way the party interacts with Senshi in this episode always makes me think of elderly people in Japan who are carrying on doing things the way it's always been done, even if the young people don't appreciate it or even know that they're doing it. The generational gap is a big issue in Japan, since there's so few young people and so many seniors…
It especially makes me think of the senior citizens that volunteered to go clean up the Fukushima nuclear disaster because they didn't want young people with their whole lives ahead of them to have to do it. I remember there was also an old man that took it upon himself to take care of the animals that had been left behind in the exclusion zone, Senshi's story reminds me a lot of him.
THE ANIMATION
The animation wasn't particularly exciting, but for the most part did what it needed to do. The only quibbles I have are minor ones:
There's a black-haired elf in the background of the tavern scene that had darker skin in the manga, and they made her lighter here. She's a recurring background character so I'm not super happy that they changed her skintone, since Dungeon Meshi goes out of it's way to include people of varied skin tones in crowd scenes, but I get that it was probably just to make the composition work. It still sucks though.
Most of the orcs look fine, but there were a pair of lady orcs that had purple-ish and green-ish fur that I thought looked a bit unnatural, compared to the earth tones of all the other orcs. I know Kui leans away from the unnatural skin tones thing (no blue elves, no green orcs) so I wasn't a fan of this, but it was subtle enough that I can forgive it.
I could tell the animators didn't really understand how the nose/snout/jaw situation of the orcs works, and as a result they were animating the orcs like normal human anime faces with a weird blob in the middle for a nose, instead of upturned noses that are part of a snout/mandible that effects the way the face works.
Obviously the animators are more familiar with how to draw standard human faces, and they had to cut costs on this episode by keeping the animation simple, but I didn't like how flat it all looked. Kui's solid construction (from later in the manga) is really missed here.
DUB vs SUB
The subtitles were passable, though at one point they called the dungeon lord the "lunatic magician" which gave me Yen Press war flashbacks. Thankfully the dub didn't do the same thing. Honestly I wouldn't even mind if they switch up what people call the dungeon lord anyway, since it's not like "mad magician" or "mad sorcerer" is a name or title. One of the things I've always hated about "Lunatic Magician" is the way it was used constantly, even in situations where it felt unnaturally stilted, like they had a brand trademark to maintain. The Lunatic Magician™! Now with 50% more lunacy!
As for the dub… The performances were all fine, and there weren't any glaring out of place modernisms, however I'm on the fence about what they decided to do with the orc leader, Zon.
Race and the clash between different groups is a major part of Dungeon Meshi, and this is the chapter that introduces the idea that the orcs are people and not subhuman monsters. It also introduces the idea that the orcs are a displaced ethnic group that lives in the dungeon because other races have chased them from the surface.
Imari Williams does a great job with his performance as Zon, and I appreciate that BangZoom got a person of color to play a character that's meant to be a minority. I hope that they'll continue this trend and that his sister Leed will also be voiced by a person of color, and that she'll speak in a dialect that matches Zon's.
HOWEVER… while Williams' performance is great, I'm not sure how I feel about the script.
Zon and the other orcs' dialog in the dub sounds like it's either borrowing from African American Vernacular English (AAVE), or it is broken English "caveman-speak" that orcs often use in other media.
I'm not familiar enough with AAVE to know if they're using it correctly, only familiar enough to identify that they are using some of the grammatical structures of it. The fact that they hired a black voice actor to deliver those lines makes me think it was an intentional choice.
I'd love to hear opinions from people who are more familiar with the subject. Are the orcs speaking broken English or are they following the grammatical rules of AAVE? How consistent is BangZoom's script in following those grammar rules?
In the original Japanese and in the manga, as far as I can tell the orcs just speak Japanese the same way as all the other characters, so there is no verbal signal of their cultural difference. This is important because this part of the story is all about telling us that the orcs are equal to the other characters.
So choosing to alter the way they speak for the dub is a creative choice that is attempting to communicate something to the English audience, though I am not sure if BangZoom is doing it effectively, or if they are communicating what they intend to communicate.
I do think that it's an interesting choice that they made, I wasn't expecting them to do it, and so I hope they're doing it deliberately, carefully and with sensitivity.
I wonder what kind of accents, if any, the orcs may have been given in other language dubs? If you listened to a different dub let me know! (Also, next week we get to see regular-sized Kabru instead of just Giant Kabru, I'm so excited.)
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Just the Two of Us (Part 1)
You drag Nicky to the private hot tub for some fun, but Nicky has other plans for what fun means tonight…
word count: 1,965
warnings: a bit o' biting, implied desire to receive oral
Reader is Gender-neutral! (they/them pronouns)
This is an NSFW fic! Be responsible and respectful of my boundaries!!! (check pinned post on my blog)
Tonight is a night you just can not fall asleep. Every now and then this happens. you lay there all cozy, but your brain and body both still have so much energy.
It's certainly not a terrible energy, but it's not exactly pleasant to lay there all bored either. you could read a book or work on any of the other many hobbies you've picked up in all the time you have……or you could drag Nicky to the private hot tub under the disguise of needing to relax in it and jump him when he's least expecting it and turn it into a funny midnight wrestling match. Yes.
With your perfectly mischievous plan in place, you turn to face a peaceful Nicky, who has his arm lazily wrapped around your waist. Okay, maybe only if he's awake enough and gives a confident yes…
As you're contemplating how terrible it would be to drag such a beautifully relaxed angel out of bed in the middle of the night, his eyes sleepily open and his grip on your waist tightens to pull you closer.
"Somethin' on my face, love?" he mumbles, his voice vibrating deeply in his chest. He presses a soft tired kiss to your lips, which you gladly return.
"Just those same two gorgeous moles that I always want to kiss. But, uh," it's now or suffer even more boredom.
"Yes?" Nicky urges you to continue, giving his full attention.
"I can't sleep. If you wanted to… maybe we could relax in our private hot tub area under the stars?"
"relax there? not here in bed?" He questions.
Shoot he must be onto you already. "I- I just mean maybe a change of scenery with the nice water would help me relax and fall asleep easier, but we don't have to," you quickly backpedal.
Nicky lets out an affectionate chuckle as he sits up, rubbing your side gently. "You are awful wound up tonight, huh. Since when have I said no to relaxin' there with you, anyway? my votes on 'let's do it', toots."
With the first step of your plan in place you excitedly hop up immediately, tossing the covers over without a care for remaking the bed. "I'll grab towels!"
"Don't bother, my love. I made sure anything we'll ever need will be there for us whenever we need it," Nicky says, his amusement at your reaction very clear.
"Perfect." With that out of the way, you grab Nicky's hand and drag him down the hallways of the house and outside, both of you giggling like you two had only been together for a month and were being devious, despite being married.
When you arrive at the private grotto, you begin searching for bathing suits.
"What're you looking for?" Nicky asks as he removes his shirt, revealing his hypnotizingly gorgeous chest and stomach.
"Bathing suits? You said everything we needed would be here," you answer.
Nicky gives you a sly smirk and raises an eyebrow while smoothly saying "We don't need no bathing suits if it's just the two of us, do we?"
His response makes you grin as you remember him saying something similar the day before you had married him. "I suppose not, Nicholas." you lovingly roll your eyes as you begin stripping.
You pause for a moment to glance behind you to see what progress Nicky has made with his undressing. Much to your joy, he's neatly folding his clothes and your eyes land on his bare butt. That beautiful divine butt that you could stare at forever. It had to be the most perfectly shaped butt you've ever had the privilege of seein-
"Distracted by something, darling?"
You slowly raise your eyes to meet his highly amused face. You can't even think of a sly comeback, nor can you think of a lie. So you respond with a blunt, "You have a nice ass," before turning away to continue taking off your clothes. This earns a hardy laugh from Nicky that echoes in the room as you hear his feet hit the floor as he saunters over to you.
His hands meet your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck. "Need help?"
You melt inside as you tilt your head to the side in hopes that his lips will linger there for just a little while longer. "I certainly wouldn't mind."
He seems to get the message and indulges, hugging your waist closer and pressing more kisses to your neck. You let out a breathy sigh that turns into a moan as his kisses turn to nibbles.
His kisses travel to your back and down further as he lowers himself to remove your pants and undergarment slowly, gently.
God, forget playing games, this haze of lovely contrasting energy between his bitey kisses on your hips and the gentle way he runs his hands up and down your thighs is all you need now. You can't stop yourself from imagining all the ways his mouth could caress more of your body… all the ways his tongue could touch and tease and suck you. Just the thought makes you more than weak as another moan escapes your lips.
And as soon as you think your legs will turn to pure jelly and you're thoroughly hot and bothered, he suddenly stops and sweeps you off your feet to carry you like royalty.
"Wh- Nicky? Why'd you stop?" You whine as you wrap your arms around his neck.
"I thought the goal was to relax you in the water, not wind you up even more?" Nicky teases as he walks you both to the tub, gently lowering you in.
The water was absolutely perfect as it washed over your bare body. Not too hot, not too cold, but not lukewarm either. Perfectly warm.
The way the reflection of the dimly lit water reflected on the walls and gave way to stars and the gorgeous moon high above you both was utterly perfect. And the way all those elements looked resting on your beloved's face as he lovingly relaxed with you in his arms. It only made you want him more.
Joking around is long forgotten as you shift to straddle his waist and raise a hand out of the water to guide his face, his soft lips, closer to yours. "I'm already wound up, my love, too late. But perhaps you could help tire me out?" you practically whisper pleadingly.
In this close proximity you can feel exactly how that action and those words affected him. His member twitches against your leg as he amorously gazes at you. He gives in and mumbles "I'd love to please you, gorgeous."
His lips meet yours and the gratification of giving in to desire is immediate and mind scattering.
The kisses start out soft, gentle, slow. Quickly enough, they turn hungrier and more desperate. Nicky bites at your bottom lip as if desperate to get closer and closer as you deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours.
You throw one arm around his neck and bury your other hand in his hair, pressing your chest against his. In response he grips your waist and pulls you flush against him. Flush against his hard warm member that has practically come to life at this point.
This only increases your mounting frustration, which comes to a peak when Nicky pulls away from your already swelling lips to begin pressing sucking bitey kisses to your shoulders and neck. The type that you can already tell are gonna leave beautiful marks for you to gaze upon in the morning.
Your hips shift and buck as you rub against him for any sort of friction to relieve the pressure building inside of your stomach. You let out a groan of pleasure as you feel your sex make contact with his and suddenly your thoughts are flooded with the need for more, more.
As much as you want him inside of you right this moment, as much as you want to wrap your thighs around his waist while he thrusts into you, you know that'd be a bit… too difficult in water.
And Nicky seems to feel and know this too, letting out a moan of his own and shifting his hips to rub against you before lifting you up and setting you on the edge of the pool in a hesitant manner.
"Lemme grab some things we need real fast, my love," he practically growls against your throat as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips before pulling away and swiftly heading to grab things.
"Would you like help?" you chuckle.
"Maybe spread this towel out beneath you? It'll make you a hell of a lot more comfortable" Nicky responds as he shoots a wink at you while tossing a towel at you.
You catch it somehow despite the low lighting and unfold the large plush towel. It might as well be a blanket, honestly. It's perfect for this. As you're settling yourself on it, Nicky comes back over with a bottle of lube and a condom in hand.
"May I?" You ask, gesturing for the condom. As he lowers himself to his knees in front of you, he gladly hands it over.
"As long as I get to do part two," he says confidently as you carefully open the condom package.
"You can direct the entire scene for all I care, I'm all yours, Nicholas."
You take the moment to take in the way his wet body looks in the moonlight. the way the water reflections shift and glimmer on all the right parts of him. The way his hip bone glows and shining moonlit water droplets roll down his thick chest and stomach, all the way down to his- you get the deal.
He may as well be a god in this moment. A god you'd let consume you if it was his wish or whim to do so. He would never be such a god, but the sentiment is still there. In all the power and control he has, he still falls to his knees when faced with his love and desire for you. Nothing makes him lose control more than just the image of your body entertwined with his, in pure pleasure. And tonight, you want nothing more than to make him fully lose control.
Nicky seems to revel in your attention as if he could read your thoughts while you rise to your knees and reach forward to tip his chin towards you. He lowers his lips to yours to meet in a long passionate kiss while you skillfully slip the condom on him, silently begging your usually clumsy hands to be steady and pleasurable.
And pleasurable they are. you shift the hand at his chin and drag your fingers lightly down his chest and stomach, settling it on his hip. The way you touch him sends a shiver through his body, much to your satisfaction. You use the leverage to tug him closer, all while stroking his hard excitement in the way you've learned earns you the most moans and drives him insane. Gentle palm rub at the tip, all encompassing around the shaft all the way down and back up. and repeat. not too hard and not too soft with your touch to tease him to lose his mind.
Nicky almost vibrates beneath your methodical calculated touch as he lets out a groan.
"You really know how to drive me crazy, love. You know that?" He moans out.
"I absolutely do, Nicky. Do you have anything else to say about it?"
Nicky gives you a devious smirk despite how flushed his face is as he answers, "I say it's time for part two."
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a/n: tee hee sorry yall. part two will be coming out soon enough! Just thought y'all would want this in the meantime :) i will be linking part two here as well when i finish it and post it!
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* (  STICK SEASON FOREVER BY NOAH KAHAN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.
These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.
" how you been? "
" what does it mean? "
" i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can't face "
" i miss the way you laugh "
" but you know how it gets out here "
" you got all my love "
" if you need me dear, i'm the same as i was "
" it's all okay, there ain't a drop of bad blood "
" i just hope that your scars heal "
" i was scared to death "
" i'll never let you go "
" i don't get much sleep most nights "
" i'm seeing you in every dream "
" i'll love you when the oceans dry "
" i'll love you when the rivers freeze "
" don't you know there's a coffin buried under the garden "
" i'm in the process of clearing out cobwebs "
" someday i'm gonna be somebody people want "
" it's been a long year "
" would we survive in a horror movie? "
" i wanna love you 'till we're food for the worms to eat "
" i know every route in this county "
" i'll tell you where not to speed "
" honey, come over "
" no one will tempt you, we know you got sober "
" it's yours if you want it "
" i've been ready for you to come home "
" i didn't think to ask you where you'd gone "
" why'd you go? "
" i haven't drank in six months on the dot "
" don't you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on? "
" the last time i drank i was face down passed out there on your lawn "
" are we all just pulling you down? "
" remember telling me that you thought you were cursed? "
" love is fast asleep on a dirt road with your head on my shoulder "
" those things I miss but know are never coming back "
" if i was empty space and you were formless shape we'd fit "
" i'm still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them "
" i know there are worse ways to stay alive "
" why is pain so damn impatient? "
" the last that i heard you were down in new orleans "
" i worry for you. you worry for me. "
" it's fine if we know we won't change "
" i'm leaving this town "
" i know that you're fearing the end "
" i only tell truth when I'm sure that I'm lying "
" how have you been and are you bored yet? "
" time moves so damn slow "
" i stopped caring about a month ago since then it's been smooth sailing "
" i would leave if only i could find a reason "
" i got dreams but i can't make myself believe them "
" i don't want to say goodbye "
" i'm still here with you "
" for a minute the world seems so simple "
" who was i to watch you wilt? "
" i promise to be there this time "
" i'm naming the stars in the sky after you "
" i'm remembering i promised to forget you now "
" it's all the same, anyways "
" i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown "
" i gave your name as my emergency phone call "
" i'd die for you "
" why do you do this to yourself? "
" this place had a heartbeat in its day "
" it just ain't that simple, it never was "
" we'll drink to new year's "
" i'm not ready to let go yet "
" now the weight of the world ain't so bad "
" i saw the end, it looks just like the middle "
" who am I to complain? "
" now the pain's different. it still exists, it just escapes different. "
" don't you cancel any plans "
" all lights turned off can be turned on "
" i'll drive all night "
" don't be discouraged "
" i've been exactly where you are "
" if you could see yourself like this, you'd have never tried it "
" won't you stay with me? "
" i even gave up driving after nightfall "
" i'm ain't angry at you, love "
" i'll be waiting for you "
" we spent so long just getting by "
" i'm not a city girl "
" it still has a lot of meaning to me because i grew up there "
" it's a small community of people that really look out for each other "
" last time i was in the back of a cop car, i fell in love "
" it's all the same anyway "
" let's drive for no reason "
" honey, it's starting to storm "
" i won't be alone for the rest of my life "
" i broke a bone that never healed in my hand "
" so when i hold you close, i might loosen my grip. but i won't ever let you go. "
" but i won't ever let you go "
" remember when we called the cops 'cause you got too high and you got scared? "
" could you imagine that? "
" i'm running out of tears to cry "
" maybe something's changing me "
" you love me and i don't know why "
" i only call you once a week "
" does it bite at your edges? "
" do you lie awake restless? "
" this town's the same as you left it "
" your page was blank, but i read it "
" i stare out that hallowed ocean as if to pick a fight "
" for the dreams my old man dreamt for me, lay on the other side "
" we're overdue for a revival "
" we spent so long just getting by "
" who the hell likes living just to die? "
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