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emmyrosee · 9 months

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You’ve been… needy, today.

Normally, Kiyoomi is immune to it, if anything, he embraces your clingiest of affections and he takes them with ease, but today, for some reason, you’re nuzzling and nudging at him with every little thing, your eyes curved into a sad pout every time he looks down at you.

It seems like you’re insatiable, you’re on a craving for a fix you can’t seem to get, and he’s fairly certain you’ve almost cried at him a few times for that little bit of affection you can’t seem to get enough of, and normally Kiyoomi can read you like a novel, front to back.

Today, it’s almost like you’re a different person- no longer able to voice their needs, but plead for him to figure it out. Someone who doesn't seem to trust him, but still eggs for assurance and validation.

And he doesn't know why, but he can't pinpoint it this time.

He's exhausted every avenue, he's does everything he can think of, every question he could ask has either given him no answer or another needy little choke in your answer. He doesn't know, okay, he's trying, but he doesn't want to just ask you point blank because there's a part of him that feels like he should know.

There's also a glimmer in your eyes that tells him that he should figure it out.

Finally, for whatever reason, you stop.

Now, you're creating distance, and he hates this even more than you trying to crawl into his skin.

At least then, you still wanted him.

"I'm going to shower."

Your voice cuts him out of his detecting, snapping him from his thoughts as he nods encouraging at you. If he didn't feel like it would end in a fight, he'd cheesily ask if you wanted him to join you, but the question dies when you spin on your heel to leave him in the bedroom, alone.

He needs to know. He has to figure it out.

There's a buzzing of his phone that snaps him out of his pity party, and enthusiastic text from Hinata about the new jersey designs. Something about how they need sizing and promo pictures, and they should all get together to plan.

At this point, Hinata couldv'e texted him about anything on the planet and he would've gone. In his head, he weighs his options of staying here and leaving the jersey talk for tomorrow.

Or leaving, and letting you both have some time apart to sort out your feelings.

He's barely able to think on it before his feet force him to get up and make his way to the bathroom, popping open the door to call to you.

He just hopes this works.

"Baby, I'll be back!" He calls, voice above the rushing water.

"Wait- what?" You call back.

"Hinata needs to steal me for a while to talk about our new jerseys, I should be back in a few hours."

"Kiyoomi-"

"I love you!" He says, interrupting you before closing the door and making his way out of the house. He hopes that some distance may calm whatever it is inside of you,

By the time he comes home, he's surprised to see the lights turned on.

Typically Kiyoomi can come home at any hour and find you in bed, asleep, clinging to his pillow, but tonight, it seems you either forgot to shut everything down, or you're still awake.

Maybe if you're awake, you'll be able to sort out whatever happened today before going to bed.

When he walks in, the house is quiet. Scarily quiet.

"Nice of you to show up."

Yeah. You're up. And you sound bored.

The house is still active, but rather than make a dash for him to leap into his arms for affection, you're instead on the couch, eyes heavy and face sad.

After a whole day of trying to cling to him and his every move, now you're willing to be sedate?

He sighs and walks to meet you in the living room, and whatever angry look you try to pull gets demolished by the wobbling of your lip. “What’re you still doing awake?”

You turn to look up at him sadly, tears swollen in your waterline as you blink at him expectantly. “I missed you.”

He smiles at your words before shrugging off his jacket and folding it over in his arms, “I missed you too, baby. How was your night?”

“Quiet.” Your lips twitch as if you want to say more, but no other words fall from your lips. He gives you a small chuckle and scratched the back of his head.

“That’s… exciting,” he offers. You shrug. The tenseness in the room makes him want to throw up, he’s not used to this coldness from you- typically, you’re throwing yourself at him, especially with how you were acting earlier, but now you seem like you couldn’t care less about him. "Did you do anything?"

"Nope."

"Oh..."

"Where did you go?"

He shrugs, "Hinata and Bokuto wanted to talk about the new jerseys and the plan for practice tomorrow; then we got dinner and had some drinks."

"And you didn't think to text me? Not once?"

Chills run up his spine as your question comes with an emotioned voice crack, "I... I guess it slipped my mind... I'm sorry."

"Mm."

He swallows thickly, but his pounding head desperately wants to call it a night. “Why don’t we go to bed, baby?”

“You go ahead, im gonna get some water.”

He smiles and nods as he makes haste to the bedroom, happy facade dropping once his back is towards you. All he wants right now is to curl up next to you and knock the rest if the day away, praying that you're in a similar headspace.

He all but tears off the clothes on his back, dressing into far more comfortable wear as he goes to wash his face. Usually, you're right next to him, butting your head against him, nudging him to the side so you can join him, or youre sitting on the closed toilet seat just to watch him.

You seemingly have no interest in doing that tonight.

By the time Kiyoomi's done, his stomach churns as you're still not in bed, surely it hasn't taken you more than two minutes to get some water, and with an exhausted, and almost annoyed groan, he shuffles back down the hall to see you.

You... you haven't moved.

“Hey,” he mumbles, rubbing his eye. “How come you’re out here? I thought we were going to bed?”

“You didn’t kiss me today.”

He didn’t?

“What do you mean?” He asks, stalking over to the couch. You shuffle over to make room for him, but your eyes never meet his. “I kissed you so many times today, baby.”

“No,” you snip. “You didn’t. I know, because I’m so used to you giving me kisses.”

“I’m... I'm sorry, I guess I just-“

“And you barely hugged me, either,” you sniffle. His brows furrow and instinctively, he tosses an arm around your shoulder to try and calm you down. “Any time I’d reach for you, you’d look at me like I was some nuisance, and make me feel bad for needing the affection.”

“Of course you’re not a nuisance!” He says, rocking you both. “God, fuck baby, I’m sorry, I thought you just needed some more attention than usual and I just-“

“I’m not done.”

A wave of nervousness shudders down his spine, but he pulls back slightly to give you your room to piece together your thoughts. Had he really been that neglectful today?

“You didn’t even eat dinner with me; you went out with the boys. I was in the shower, I didn’t even get a kiss goodbye- you called out a quick ‘love you!’ and went off doing whatever it was you did tonight. You didn’t call, and you didn’t text, and I was home alone, thinking that I did something wrong.”

"No wonder you’re upset- I’m sorry, baby. Whatever I did today wasn’t a reflection of how much I love you; I just got a little busy, and I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll do better tomorrow.”

You completely deflate. God, what has he done?

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he says sweetly, planting a kiss to your temple. “I never, ever wanted to hurt your feelings, and I’m sorry I did.”

You’re quiet. There’s a strange feeling of dread in the air. The longer you pause, the more he feels the anxiety settling in the pit of his soul.

"You really don't know why I'm mad...?"

He chokes on his own breath, "I... I didn't know you were mad..."

You hiccup in sadness, and he feels like he can't breathe.

The clock on the tv changes to 23:59, and you sigh sadly.

“Happy anniversary.”

You stand up without a word, letting Kiyoomi’s head fall forward along with his jaw. He looks at you in absolute terror, all while you face away from him, hugging yourself in an attempt to comfort yourself.

Oh, God.

The room is shrouded in suffocating silence, smothering anything Kiyoomi could say before he could even think of the words. Dark eyes dart over your frame. He feels sick, he could throw up on this rug right now, if he had anything to even puke up. Your shoulders heave, and he’d rather chew on broken glass covered alcohol before ever wanting him and his neglect to be the reason for your distress.

“I forgot,” he blurts.

No shit.

“I know you did.”

“How… could I forget?”

“You tell me.”

“I-I-I-I set so many reminders, how did I…”

“It doesn’t matter,” you snip, turning on your heel to stalk back down the hallway to your bedroom. “You forgot. And the day is over. It doesn’t matter.”

It does, he wants to argue. It matters, because you matter to him, and he abandoned you on a night that is so sacred to him, the day you crashed into his life and made him realize that whatever he was doing that put you on the road to him, was exactly where he wants to be.

He looks down at the clock on his iPhone, as it creeps over the 45 second mark, and he darts down the hallway. He runs like he’s being chased, like he’s on fire, and you can’t hide your noise of surprise when he bursts into your bedroom and tosses gangly arms around you and plants kisses all over your face.

He holds you so tight you could pop, and he sponges all the kisses he can over your neck and cheeks, and he hears you trying to fight back a giggle, and it only eggs him on to continue.

“I love you,” he pants. “I love you, I love you so much, every day I’m grateful for whatever being is watching us for putting me on the road to you. I don’t know who I worshipped right to be here, but I’ll be damned if I let my own stupidity sabotage that.”

“Kiyoomi,” you say, voice delicate and trying to stop itself from breaking. “You forgot. I just wanted... I wanted you to show up. You couldn't even give me that."

Now it's his turn for his lip to wobble.

You sniff sharply, "just forget about everything, I don’t care anymore.”

“But I care-“

“Clearly, you don’t,” you snap, trying to squeeze out of his grip. “I don’t have the energy for this right now. Let’s just go to bed.

“I’m not about to let this go.”

“Neither am I, but my demons need to rest.” Your eyes dart at his alarm clock, “yours too, apparently. Tomorrow you’re getting sized for jerseys- hopefully you didn’t forget that other important thing.”

Your words sting him sharply, even if he deserves every single one of them. He reels back slightly, gnawing at his lip as he tries to think of ways to fix this, fix the way you’re looking at him and feeling, fix the clear hole he’s singed into your heart.

You curl up into your side of the bed, pulling the blankets high, and he doesn’t know how long he does it, but he just stares at you. It’s like he’s waiting for you to scream at him, or cry, or do something that he should feel even more shitty for.

But it doesn’t happen.

You sniffle a few times, shuffle once or twice, and he doesn’t know just how long he’s been standing there until your breathing turns rhythmic and peaceful for the first time today. Your shoulders rise and fall, back facing away from him and god, he feels like such a loser about to lose the greatest thing that's ever happened to him.

Probably because he is.

You're going to leave him. You're going to see just how much he takes you for granted, how much more you're worthy of and how much more love anyone can give you- even if you still wanted to stay in the jackals, and he wouldn't blame you for shifting your love to someone like Hinata or Meian for a second.

A cold breeze smacks Kiyoomi in the face as, at some point in his spiraling, he ends up outside, keys jingling in hands and hoodie pulled messily on top of his head. His legs seem to know where he's going, even if he doesnt.

His legs take him everywhere that could possibly be open right now, there's no store with a three mile radius that he hasn't bought out between candy, chocolates, a few stuffed bears you'll adore, and three or four types of pizzas and sushi dishes each.

He doesn't care about the strange looks the cashiers and other patrons give him. He cares about trying to remember if you prefer sour or normal gummy bears. He cares about remembering if you like plain pizza or toppings.

He also cares about the way this pillow won't sit the hell up.

He cares immensely about the way the chairs from the island in the kitchen have no grip to them, and refuse to keep the blankets strewn across them up.

And fuck the knitted blanket draped over the lamp and top of the couch, because it refuses to stay the hell up and he's had to make at least four mad dashes to catch the falling object.

The fifth, naturally, crashes to the floor, and he can only sigh in defeat as he continues to fix the fort for the nth time.

"I'm armed," your voice yells from down the hall.

He chuckles, "no you're not."

You groan in annoyance before padding down the hall, and he turns his head to acknowledge your exhausted arrival.

“What’re you doing, Kiyoomi?” You ask, knuckling your eye. “It’s one in the morning.”

“It’s 12:23 pm on the east coast in America.”

You cock a brow, and he blinks simply before turning back to his blanket fort. He feels your eyes boring into his skull, but he ignores it. He’s busy.

“Uhm… thank you for the fun fact?”

“It’s 1:23 yesterday.”

“…and?”

“Komori is on the east coast,” he says easily, tongue poking out in focus. “Somewhere, I don’t really know where, I don’t know American geography. Which basically means a part of me is on the United States east coast. So, by the transitive property-“ he stands up and presents the messily made fort. “We still get to celebrate our anniversary.”

You smile sadly at his efforts but your bottom lip wobbles all the same, “kiyoomi, you forgot. Just drop it, okay?”

“No.”

“Kiyoomi, I’m tired-“

“I bought us some pizza,” he interrupts, lifting the reusable bags positively stuffed to the brim with other treats. “And i got those sour candies you like for some reason, but I picked aside all the ones you hate so you can just eat them in confidence-“

Your eyes glimmer in slight excitement.

“And-And-And I’ve got our favorite movies queued up, ready to go, but there’s a new playlist filled with love songs that I found-“

“Kiyoomi-“

“And god we haven’t danced around in months, do you remember the last time we danced? It was like… well, months.”

You giggle, and he brightens at the sound. He takes a soft sigh to calm down, “and I just… I know how bad I am at showing it.” He stands up and makes his way towards you, and when he cups your cheek in his hand and you mewl at him, he could cry from that alone. “But you are the only thing that matters. My only exception to any rule I could make. And I couldn’t give you the bare minimum, on the second most important day to do it.”

“Second?”

“If I forget your birthday, I need you to leave me,” he chuckles nervously. You slowly walk up to him as if timid and unsure, and when he opens an arm to ease you into a hug, he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he squeezes you close. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I know,” you assure. There’s a comforting silence between you both, your cheek nuzzled into the dip of his sternum before you hum.

“Can I go with you to size jerseys tomorrow?”

“I’m not going to get my jersey sized tomorrow,” he says without missing a beat. You tense up in his arms, and before you can protest, he shushes you and cups the back of your head to keep you close. “They will live for one day without me. It takes four minutes tops. They will get over it.”

“But-“

“No buts,” he says, pulling back and looking down at you.

“But-“

“No.” He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss to shut you up, soft and familiar but just enough to keep you calm for him. You purr into the kiss and let your hands wander around his torso, fingers fisting the fabric of his night shirt tightly.

The fingers on your head gently fists the hair at the nape of your neck to keep you grounded for him, and the whimper you pant against him has him in euphoria.

“Thank you,” you sigh against his teeth. He shakes his head before pulling back slightly.

“Don’t thank me… not when I made you feel anything less than the love of my life.”

You chuckle and gently tug the waistband of his sweats. “I know you’re trying to make up for it, now.”

“You do?”

“How many men are gonna stay up, figure out the time zones in America and pick sour grape from my bag of candy just to try and fix a forgotten anniversary?”

He laughs and pulls you in for another hug, one tight and secure and as close as he can get you to snap any broken pieces together.

“I really am trying… I promise.”

“I know you are.”

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yaksha-lover · 5 months

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may i request vil, idia, azul and malleus with a reader (reader is their s/o) that is yuu but decided to stay in twisted wonderland and in their second year at nrc they participated in the vdc singing bc, surprise, they have an amazing voice! (i have this thought that maybe they were also in the pop music club with kalim, cater and lillia)

after the vdc many companies contacted them and after graduating at nrc they became a really popular artist

basically the boys reaction to their s/o singing at the vdc and then becoming famous, how would they react and how would they support them

thanks for the request!! sorry i took some time with it! hope you enjoy :)

Vil

Vil probably knew you were a decent singer considering you were in the pop music club

But you’ve never really sang in front of him, so your performance at the VDC definitely takes him by surprise (in a good way)

He’s super happy for you when you start getting offers from recording labels and such

Although he would’ve helped you out with his own contacts in the industry if you’d wanted

He loves that you can relate to each other even more than before

Now you understand what it’s like to be a celebrity as well, both the good and bad, bringing you two closer together

He’s super proud of you and not afraid to show it, hyping you up on all his socials and surprising you with flowers after your concert performances

He’s also very protective of you, knowing how mean and judgemental people can be, and he’s not afraid to stand up for you whenever he can

You two are definitely the celebrity power couple that all the fans love and find super cute

Idia

As much as he didn’t want to go to a social event, Idia was willing to attend just to see you perform

He starts malfunctioning as soon as he hears you sing; he can’t believe he’s with someone so talented and amazing

He’s happy for your success and knows how much you deserve it, even though it can be hard for him considering his antisocial inclinations

He absolutely becomes your biggest fan, no exaggeration

He’s the first to buy all of your merch, wears it proudly and puts up posters of you in his bedroom

Idia is a bit insecure about dating someone so famous and talented and beautiful and kind and every other amazing things that you are

So you’ll need to reassure him sometimes that you still love him and that he’s good enough for you

He’s super shy when you talk about him in interviews, but secretly it makes him so happy for you to acknowledge him as your boyfriend

If you want it, he’ll even offer to help you out with things like editing for music videos or building a website for your brand

Will force himself to go to your concerts, as long as he can sit in the vip box alone with Ortho as the two of them cheer you on

Azul

The first time he hears you sing at the VDC, he’s of two minds about it

First and most obvious, he’s excited for this new opportunity for the both of you

Determined to help you get famous (not just so you can help promo his businesses)

Encourages you strongly when you start getting offers from companies

He’s also just very proud of you for how far you’ve made it just by yourself (you refused his resources, much to his dismay)

He does love how hard you work and truly feels you’re one of the only people who match his drive

At the same time

You’re his partner, and it’s hard for him to watch all these people thirst after you, once you become famous lmao

He loves you and it’s a bit difficult to feel like he has to share you with the rest of the world

Lowkey a bit scared that one day you’ll meet another cool celebrity and decide they’re a better match for you than an octopus

He’ll be okay once you reassure him that you’re not going anywhere

Azul supports you every step of the way, still taking time out of his busy schedule to come see you at your shows or making dinner reservations at his own restaurants

Malleus

Lilia would always speak of you being a great singer but Malleus had never actually heard you sing until the VDC

Immediately fell more in love (if that was even possible)

Your voice and demeanour were so captivating, you were truly lovely in that moment (not that you weren’t always in his mind)

He knows you’ll get offers from companies, he’s so sure of your talent and absolutely wants you to get all the recognition you deserve

He’s happy when your music starts to become more and more famous because people are finally seeing you as wonderfully he does

You deserve to be admired, as long as no one gets too close

No matter how famous you are, you’re still his after all - though few rarely test their luck with you, your boyfriend is Malleus Draconia after all

You’re quick to tell them off, anyway

Being busy with Briar Valley, Malleus doesn’t always have time to come see you in concert

But he does when he can, and he’s sure to make his visit extra special

You definitely become a beloved celebrity of Briar Valley, with all the people loving you as the royal consort, but also because of your talent and music

#twst x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #malleus draconia x reader #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia #twst #twisted wonderland

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starglitterz · 3 days

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serendipity. (viii)

─── chapter 8 ! ~ no secrets allowed (if you say so)

summary; when you, a waitress at the local coffee shop, are paired up with the new recruit scaramouche, you’re pretty sure both of you are going to get fired within a week. he’s just quit being a social media influencer and after being forced to work here to make ends meet, he’s ready to let everyone there know how much he hates it. the worst part? you can’t shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere. but as he slowly warms up to you, scaramouche realises that having a fresh start isn’t that bad after all, and perhaps the two of you meeting like this was pure serendipity.

a/n; hiii !! it's been a While... (me who says that almost every chapter) anyways! so as it turns out, i found out that someone nominated serendipity in a scara smau oscars organised by @bark-anon ?!?! and i was like OMG 🥺 bc there are so many talented authors and amazing series, i'm genuinely honoured that someone thought serendipity belongs up there :') then i realised that i haven't updated this in Years so here's a new chapter!!! hopefully now i can consistently post and finally finish this series istg 😭 /lh anyways, thank you so much for nominating me, and i hope you enjoy this update! <3 also for further context + details abt what scara & yn are talking abt in this chapter, you should totally read cynosure 👀 (horrible self-promo LMAO)

warning(s); swearing

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i freaking hate the misunderstanding trope in romance media so i wanted to get this out of the way hehe,,, also i may be a genius for connecting deleting scaras vids as him erasing memories of him from irminsul <3

#[☕] ━━━ serendipity !#scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche fluff #genshin smau #genshin impact smau #scaramouche smau #scaramouche

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lxmelle · 7 days

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Seems like there is some discourse on twitter/now X on the afterlife after SPOILER ALERT it was revealed that Sukuna’s unborn twin had a soul (still considered one soul with his though) that reincarnated.

This makes reincarnation canon in the jjk world, which I guess it always was, if we think about the implications of how tengen and the star plasma vessel and the six eyes were tied by fate.

I was particularly interest in the implications on Gojo and also since the chains of fate that tied them are broken.

I touched on north and south in previous analysis posts. As much as I love Gojo, he was never going to be revived because it just made sense for Gege to finish his character arc that way.

With the newer chapters showing that his brain was bleeding, and that he was sliced in such a way where his heart and gut may be cut through, it also wasn’t going to be likely.

North was starting anew, meaning rebirth / reincarnation. Not returning to life as Gojo. Gojo was satisfied with his life as he left it.

So it seems like maybe the airport was limbo. And he opted for South, as the chapter title indicated. To go back, which Mei Mei’s words to Nanami seemed to be accepted by those present. Going back to the past, as they once were.

I couldn’t really read or find multiple discourses on the subject on twitter (just a couple), but I think they’ve expanded it in the direction I touched on in my recent post on souls that went a bit too far. In sum, were all six eyes users in the history of Japan the same soul - Gojo Satoru?

Someone’s interpretation was that Gojo and Geto were also tied by fate, seeing as a CSM user can help regain balance in the world due to the increase in curses caused by the presence of six eyes + limitless like with Gojo’s birth. But this was never canon or ever officially mentioned.

I wonder myself if, in this lifetime, the cycle of rebirth / fate was broken not only because of Toji and Kenjaku, but also because of a CSM user like Geto allowed someone strong like a six eyes user to understand empathy and love. To connect with those weaker than him and not keep coming back to life - as per Yuta who questioned Uro -

Why do you keep coming back? Those with compassion and loving kindness (again Buddhist themes) may become free from the suffering and cycle of rebirth/reincarnation. Why keep choosing to? I guess the focus is on unresolved and unfinished business.

So instead of choosing to reincarnate as someone new, the cycle just ends, as they all choose to remain as souls and go South. To stay as they are. Together.

I still stand firm in my desire to believe what i wrote a while back on Camillas and musings on the afterlife:

The cover of vol. 26 was Gojo visiting

And they are a form of souls that died without regret, thus elevated to a Kami (or deity):

I think / headcannon that in the jjk world they are souls not bogged down with vengeance or being forced to reincarnate. They all presumably died, free of lingering attachments to the world.

This may allow those who died “without regret” to choose where they can live in another world. Which is pretty much a Shinto belief, but when applied to the jjk world, may depend on how they died.

Anyway, I’ll be waiting until Gege reveals more about what it all means within the jjk world. For now, here’s the link on the info on Shintoism I took those grabs from: https://justaboutjapan.com/what-happens-after-death-in-shinto-understanding-the-japanese-afterlife/

I also forgot to add this piece:

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk analysis #jjk meta #jjk spoilers #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk #stsg #jujutsu kaisen theory #jujutsu kaisen theories #jujutsu kaisen meta #jujutsu kaisen analysis #jujutsu kaisen afterlife #jjk afterlife #jjk stsg

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kerubimcrepin · 20 days

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An Afterword: talking about Welsh and Shedar

While we are done with the movie and the show, it cannot be understated, just how much we still have to cover. Both in terms of canon, and things out of the realm of canon.

And this includes interviews, and things that never got made.

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The thing that often bothers me, is that the creator of the franchise that my most favorite cartoon of all time is a part of, probably despises said cartoon.

I can't not think about that, when I see Simone and other Aux Tresors characters reused in Wakfu season 4 as background character assets, or when I think about how every show except Aux Tresors has had an OST released, or how the only Aux Tresors companion in Waven is Lou. Though I know, logically speaking, that it's more likely because it's just not very popular.

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Funnily enough, I personally, and rather selfishly, think that Welsh & Shedar's demise is probably the greatest fortune to happen to this franchise. What was one of the worst things to ever happen to Tot was one of my greatest fortunes. (I would not care about Joris as a character, had Kerubim never existed. The cartoon, and their relationship, mean a lot to me, for personal reasons.)

To Tot, the thing that I love the very most has cannibalized one of his life's dreams. Starting with the resources, and ending with character designs themselves. Even the character design of a fucking cat??

As an artist myself, I can't even begin to imagine the horror of that, and yet... I feel nothing but joy. It's quite weird, how life works.

The good news is that Welsh and Shedar has been resurrected by Ankama (watch as it gets a full artbook and an OST release before Aux Tresors, an 11 year show that still doesn't have those, yes I am bitter), so, it is mostly water under the bridge. We will hopefully get to enjoy both, in a couple of years.

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But I feel like it's very likely, that a lot of Aux Tresors and the way Tot may feel about it, was influenced by this disaster, and I couldn't begin this post without addressing that.

So, what was, or could be in the future, Welsh and Shedar?

A plot summary from the youtube trailer's description, just as filled with Tot's overwhelming sadness as everything else relating to W&S's cancellation, man, goes as follows: "Here is the trailer for an animated series project launched in 2012 which has very little chance of arriving on your screens. The story is that of Welsh, a young boy forced to fight for an inheritance he never knew existed: that of the throne of the Kingdom of Bonta. Ankama’s “animation” department has plenty of ideas behind its graphics tablets: series, special episodes, films, our brains are always buzzing! However, not all projects are lucky enough to reach you…"

So basically, it was/is/will be a story about a young man, or boy, who finds out he is the next in line for Bonta's throne, and is taken there by Joris. How all of this happens is rather murky, AKA:

Anyway,

Tot has reported that his idea for this series was quite similar to the anime "Ranking of Kings", which I had sadly not watched. Make of that what you will.

When does Welsh & Shedar take place?

Firstly, I will say that, because of how much Tot loves this series, for years it was in a state of vague canonicity. AKA "it did likely happen, but it has never been produced so we don't know WHAT it is, that happened there. There sure was a guy named Welsh at some point."

What points to this is 1. Khan's old man design still being canon,

And 2. This usage of Welsh & Shedar-era Joris in an official timeline. It says that Joris would have been 60 years old, in this series.

Obviously, this timeline is subject to change, if/when Welsh & Shedar becomes real, and there are a lot of things we don't know!

Some curisities...

Funnily enough, there exists this image, which was leaked by a French site when Aux Tresors began airing, — mistakenly used as promo for the series.

It could be depicting some other draft of W&S where Joris is a kid. Or, it could be depicting something between Aux Tresors and W&S, from when Ankama had to make something new up to take W&S's place.

It yet again makes me yearn for an Aux Tresors art book. Because seriously. What does this even mean.

Anyway thank you france for killing W&S, making Aux Tresors (the PEAK.... the SLAY.....) real, and now resurrecting W&S. We truly do live in the kindest timeline 🙏

#welsh&shedar #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #Youtube

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lurkingshan · 7 months

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Shan! After today’s episode of Only Friends, I have the feeling that I’ve lost a sense of the endgame of this series. I think I was under the impression — from the promos, the tweets, etc. — that we were going to get a summarily messy ending, with a whole bunch of toxic threads needing to be unwound. I’m intrigued by my thoughts on this — and maybe a touch concerned that we might end up getting morality stories out of this. By the time we roll around to an episode 10 or 11, what are your thoughts on a viewer not having a sense — not even of where the journey will end — but also of what the meaning of the journey was in the first place? I wonder if, in successful show construction, if I would have had a stronger and clearer sense of this earlier in the series?

Typically, we do have a strong sense of a show’s arc and narrative beats by this point in a story, but Only Friends specifically does not follow bl beats, so it’s always been a little bit its own beast. That said, it’s funny that you ask this now because after this week, I do feel like I have a sense of where this is going and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Namely, I am now fairly confident that we’re headed toward an ending with all three couples together and happyish, if not purely happy. The way this episode was structured to lead us into the final arc points to the end game conflicts—Boston and Nick figuring out where they stand on monogamy and distance, Mew deciding whether he can truly forgive Top, Ray trying rehab and Sand getting his head spun by Boeing—playing out next week, leaving the finale for resolutions and probably some kind of final word on this group of friends who barely seem to like each other.

I feel mixed about this suspicion because to me, happy endings all around doesn’t feel totally aligned with the spirit of this show and some of its themes. It feels a bit like the character arcs have been adjusted as we go, so that if you returned to the beginning and tried to draw a straight line to where we’re landing, it wouldn’t entirely track. But I’m also aware that this show has been unusually shaped by external forces like branded pairs and fan reactions.

In recent interviews the show’s creators, Jojo and Ninew, shared a few things that made a lot of this click for me:

Their original vision for this show was intended to be cast entirely with supporting actors and not bl pairs (this is why Neo and Mark were first in)

When they realized they were getting branded pairs they they were surprised and tweaked the characters and story to fit them (I’d bet money this rehab arc for Ray was added once they knew Khaotung was playing him)

Jojo allows the actors and their management to view their scenes (he said this specifically about sex scenes, but it may include others as well) and anything they are uncomfortable with doesn’t get put in the show

They have been tracking fan reactions closely and have incorporated those reactions into their final editing decisions (for example, removing a scene of Top hooking up with a random because people already hated him more than expected)

For me, all of this adds up to the conclusion that the show has in fact changed pretty significantly from their original vision, and those changes have been in the direction of a more conventional ending that will align with expectations for bls with branded pairs. In the end, branded pairs are a capitalist endeavor and they can’t let OF damage the brands. So while I do think the show has done more than any that came before it to push the boundaries of these constraints, they’re not going to be able to go all the way. The pairs need to end up in a good enough place that fans don’t want to burn GMMTV to the ground and the actors’ next projects are still set up for success.

So to your original question: I think the tension you’re feeling about the show’s overall point is a result of these changes creators are making as they bow to external forces. I personally think, given the constraints they are juggling, that they’ve still kept the story and its themes pretty legible, and some of the messaging is landing very consistently. But Only Friends is clearly not purely uncompromised art, it’s serving a lot of different needs and motivations.

#only friends the series #thai bl #shan answers

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moonofiego · 10 months

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tags dump.

#( out of character ) / * tbd .#( out of character ) / * psa .#( ask memes ) / * specify muse please .#( out of character ) / * munday memes .#( may the force be with you ) / * promo .

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cadavercowboy · 1 year

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Take It Easy

Pairing: Steve Kemp x Reader

Summary: Just how far are you willing to go to convince Steve he can trust you?

Word Count: 3.9k+

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Dark themes. Implied imprisonment. Drugging. Inaccurate portrayal of how paralytics work because I’m here to be a whore, not to be factual actual. Dub-con/non-con elements (as always, please heed this warning). Nipple play. Slapping. Glove kink. Spit kink. Minor degradation. Overstimulation. Fingering. Forced orgasm.

A/N: This one’s been brewing since they released that promo pic of Steve in the freezer with his stupid, slutty little gloves.

Tricking him is something you knew would never work. But it is human nature to survive at all costs; to merely lie down and accept your fate at the mercy of a monster would be the very antithesis of self-preservation. Steve had made no attempt to dissuade your discovery of just how evil and nefarious he is and you foolishly thought yourself capable of feigning acceptance to lull him in and eventually convince him to let you go. You never expected it to backfire so spectacularly.

You’ve grown accustomed to the dimly lit environment of Steve’s bedroom, but this is something much different. This room is too cold, too bright, and too damn sterile. There’s a reeking odor, sharp and burning in your nostrils; a recognizable scent akin to bleach, or else some other strong cleaning product. The unfamiliarity of the mirrored walls you find yourself surrounded by makes you uneasy, though not nearly as much as the realization that you can’t seem to move any part of your body.

You’re lying on your back with your head slightly propped up and while you’re acutely aware that you appear to be shaking violently, you cannot move your limbs of your own accord. For a brief moment, you worry you may be paralyzed, however you can still feel your limbs. So why can’t you move them?

Although you’re unable to move your head, your eyes shift as expected and you’re horrified to learn that you’re completely naked. Your breathing increases slightly at the notion and panic seeps into your veins at the onset of distant footsteps. Albeit frustratingly vague, your foggy mind is able to conjure at least some bits and pieces of how you ended up here, even if that obscure recollection seems too strange to be reality. A wave of nausea overcomes you as you frantically look around, feeling as if the entire world is suddenly strapped to a swift-moving ferris wheel.

The sound of a door opening somewhere nearby prompts your lungs to freeze, your rapid breaths catching as you listen intently for some clue as to who has entered. Deep down, you know who’s come to join you in this dungeon, but it’s as if your mind refuses to accept the possibility. Growing more anxious as the footfalls move closer, you attempt to cover your nude body. A small sound emits from your dry throat when your arms refuse to budge. You can hear someone standing near, but you cannot see them. When they speak, you don’t need to.

“Ah, there she is.”

Steve’s familiar voice is velvety smooth, the dulcet tone and false geniality prompting a striking fear that has your body shaking even harder now. His presence serves as a terrifying reminder that you’ve found yourself in a real-life nightmare. With your eyes squeezed shut, you fight the tears that threaten to spill and desperately try to calm your breathing. In all the complexity of your hair-brained plans, you seem only to have buried yourself more deeply in Steve’s wicked clutches.

A distinct shiver rattles through you and you begrudgingly allow your eyes to ease open once more. The abundance of moisture spills over immediately. Your breathing has slowed considerably, though it has done nothing to stop the quaking of your naked frame. A subtle warmth surrounds your ankle and you want to flinch away from the sensation, but you’re still rendered incapable of movement. You glance up and your stomach heaves, a wave of dizziness making your eyes roll slightly as you moan in discomfort.

“It’s just the drugs I gave you,” Steve mentions casually, his fingertips trailing the length of your shinbone as his eyes follow the path of his hand.

All at once, you worry that Steve has somehow uncovered your plot to fool him. He’s seen right through your put-upon antics of submission and understanding and you will pay the ultimate price for betraying his trust.

While your eyes remain open, you refuse to meet Steve’s imploring gaze. Still, the suggestion of his frigid stare is an almost physical sensation upon your bare flesh. A small grunt niggles in the back of your throat as you fight against your own trembling body.

“Are you cold?” Steve ponders.

His touch settles heavily at your waist, accompanied by the weight of his condescending tone. He observes you with precise scrutiny and is quick to note the lack of goosebumps across your skin. The disappointed way he sighs only frightens you more and you convulse so powerfully that your teeth begin to chatter. It would almost be a comical confirmation of his previous inquest if only your body’s reaction were in fact on account of the temperature of the room.

“You’re scared,” he states with icy confidence, identifying the true cause of your symptom as a fat, salty tear rolls along your temple.

As much as you don’t want Steve to see evidence of your fear or weakness, his statement holds too much truth to be denied. You’re terrified. A strangled sob works its way out of you, your chest constricting and your ribs threatening to crack beneath the burden of your circumstance.

“Poor baby,” Steve coos with patronizing acidity. “You have no idea what you’ve done, do you?”

Unsure of his meaning, you watch anxiously from the corner of your eye as Steve produces a pair of black latex gloves and pulls the stretchy material over each of his long fingers, then lets them snap sharply around his slender wrists. When he lifts a silver scalpel, a bone-deep panic settles over you; the adrenaline surging suddenly through your body throws you into an alarming state of cognizance.

Fear burns hot and fierce in your stomach and you try with all your might to squirm, your mind seemingly still unwilling to accept that you can’t. Steve appears to be entertained by your predicament and tilts his head piteously as he watches your fruitless attempts to move away from the tool he wields ominously above you. An inexplicable snort of laughter bursts from him as he closes in on you, a gloved hand making contact with the curve of your shoulder before skimming lightly along your collarbone until he swirls a finger in the hollow of your throat.

“I gave you a local anesthetic,” he admits joyously, gesturing to your lower torso. “And a little bit of a paralytic.”

Steve leans in close to whisper the latter part of his confession as if he’s letting you in on a fun secret before informing you that it will begin to wear off soon, though your movement will still be limited. His expression grows eerily sinister and his hand drifts upwards to cradle your cheek, turning your head and forcing you to meet his unflinching stare.

“I’m gonna take your kidney,” he declares matter-of-factly, thumb sweeping gently along your cheekbone. “It’s one of the only organs you can live without because you have two of them. I promise you won't miss it much.”

He chuckles again then, smiling sadly as if it wounds him to inflict this on you. Regardless of his measly reassurance, you don’t want Steve to take any part of you, but he ignores your tiny whimper and instead shifts so that his free hand can reach your abdomen.

“See? You can’t feel that, can you?” he asks.

To your horror, you feel almost nothing. Your brain registers the pressure of something bearing down on you, but your nerves detect no actual sensation of touch. The realization that Steve truly does intend to maim you prompts a fresh wave of scalding tears to cascade down the sides of your face.

You try to voice your contempt, however the dryness of your numb lips refuses to let them separate and your jaw feels much too heavy to function. Instead, you only groan incoherently; the terror in your wet eyes conveying the message your lacking words cannot. Steve tuts in response, his palm massaging against your belly even though he knows you won’t feel much of the soothing gesture. The hand cupping your tear-streaked cheek shifts to cradle your skull, lifting your head from the pillow and drawing you in as he bends over your prone form.

“You wanna be mine?” he hisses coldly. “That means every part of you is mine, right? I can take anything I want.”

Although you know the answer he seeks, you can’t possibly give it. To acquiesce in such a way would only end badly for you. There must be another way.

The deadened muscles of your stiff neck twitch slightly with your frantic endeavor to move and you dare feel a modicum of relief that you’ve managed even an inkling of motion. You cry out desperately, eyes still pleading with Steve as you fight to shake your head in the hopes of stopping him. It is in no way genuine, but you’re nearly convinced Steve feels some sort of pity for you when his lips press in a flat line and he sighs as if deep in thought. His eyes scan your harried features, taking in the moist streaks that stain your skin as he weighs his options.

“I think I deserve to take something of yours,” he barks, sounding frustrated as he grabs the back of your neck and leans so close his lips nearly brush yours. “But maybe there’s something else you’d rather give me.”

He mutters seemingly to himself and you can only simper pathetically at his obvious vexation. Your lips flutter weakly, working so hard to form the needed syllables to beg him for some semblance of mercy. When your mouth purses, he knows immediately what you’re trying to communicate to him even if you can only moan pitifully.

Your breath stalls in your throat when the pressure you’d felt only slightly at your stomach moves more noticeably just above your left knee. The muscles tense beneath your skin as Steve draws his fingertips higher towards your thigh. While the movement in your limb is a good sign, the direction Steve’s hand moves is not.

Steve reaches the curve of your hip and your body itches to retreat from the tickling sensation. His eyes lock onto yours, enraptured with the way they express the reactions your body and voice cannot. His own breathing increases, his skin heating beneath the soft cashmere of his navy sweater. Even with the sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbows, he suddenly feels overly warm inside of the expensive garment.

A whine escapes you when you feel the ghost of his touch against the crease of your thigh, the delicate pressure coming without warning. As swiftly as it happened, it’s gone; sweeping down your untouched thigh instead. Over and over, Steve teases and taunts you; his tantalizing touch too much and not enough all at once. Just when your body reacts to the encroaching pleasure his fingers promise, he’s ripping it away from you all over again.

It is taboo to say the least — to be turned on by the meticulous attention from someone so blatantly evil, to be tempted by hands that have inflicted pain and death — but still, you are victim to your own debased desire. You want Steve to cease his torturous ministrations before it’s too late, before he notices the undeniable slickness you’re sure must be shining visibly between your thighs by now; a dampness that you couldn’t have prevented even if you wanted to.

Heat is born all across your skin; sweat growing along your hairline, beneath your arms, and near the warmth of your neglected center. You're not sure whether your response is due to embarrassment or something much worse. And you're even less sure you're ready to admit that particular truth — whatever it may be. Steve spots the confused surprise swimming in your shiny eyes and he relents; teasing the knuckles of two fingers along your side instead and stopping just before he touches your breast. He pays close attention to the way your eyelids flutter and your breath stutters, smiling with cruel satisfaction when he understands how easily he could have you now.

All at once, Steve’s agenda becomes startlingly clear to you. He’s not punishing you for an unearthed betrayal, he’s simply proving a point; both to you and to himself. He wants to show you how easily you’re willing to surrender, what level of depravity you’re willing to stoop to for his sake even knowing what you know about him. You only wish his assumptions were wrong.

His gloved fingers snatch the meat of your bare thigh in a tight and forceful grip, snapping your attention to him just the way he wants. Steve’s light eyes are dimmed with something hot, dark, and foreboding. He closes the space between you, holding the two middle fingers of his other hand in front of your face.

“Open your mouth.”

Finally able to gain some movement back in your jaw, your lips part — not with obedience, but with shock. You’re quick to snap your mouth shut again, much to Steve’s disapproval. He inhales sharply and his disappointment is evident in the heft of the sigh he releases.

“You’re gonna want them to be wet,” he assures you with chilling softness, the tips of his fingers coming to rest upon your sealed lips.

You refuse to open your mouth and even manage to give your head a nearly imperceptible shake to display your denial of his request. Steve laughs then and the tight smile that raises his cheeks is anything but amused. His eyes ignite with displeasure and he shakes his own head in kind.

Before you know it, the hand gripping your thigh is racing towards your face and pinching your nose so hard that you cry out in pain. You fight the uncomfortable grip Steve exerts on you until your eyes begin to water. Deprived of oxygen, your eyebrows furrow with a silent plea, however Steve does not relent until he gets the inevitable result he’s after.

The moment your mouth opens to gasp and draw a much needed breath, Steve shoves his gloved fingers past your chapped lips; four fingers painfully forcing your jaw open rather than the two he had initially offered. The digits slide deep into the warm recess and — in your desperation to suck in as much air as you can — you instantly begin to choke around them. Flecks of saliva splutter from the corners of your over-filled mouth and Steve finally lets go of your nose, opting to hold your head in place instead while he invades your throat with his hand; no doubt intentionally reaching as far as he can in order to make you gag around him.

Your tongue lifts instinctively to rid your mouth of the intrusive object and you hate the distinct, rubbery taste of the glove as Steve begins to swirl his fingers around your mouth and over the textured muscle, coating the latex in a slick layer of your spit. A line of drool splashes across your chin when he removes his hand and holds it up for you to observe, rubbing his black-tipped fingers together so your saliva shines in the overhead light.

“There, that’s better,” he praises facetiously.

Pleased with the moisture coating his gloved hand, Steve turns his attention elsewhere. His slippery fingers trail down the center of your throat and drift between your cleavage. He backtracks slightly, circling one of your nipples which immediately pebbles beneath the stimulation. Steve drags the remainder of your saliva over the sensitive skin, swirling tight circles over your areola until you inhale sharply then he blows a cool puff of air over your breast.

You can’t feel the warmth of Steve’s hand as he skims it over your numb abdomen, but you still watch him intently as he does. Your cheeks heat and you bite your tongue when his palm flattens over your pubic bone then slips lower, obscuring itself from your view between your slightly parted thighs.

The sensation of Steve’s touch is odd at first, the intensity of the stimulation partially dulled by the layer of latex that engulfs his long fingers. You find yourself wishing the anesthetic he'd given you had spread further than just your belly. With the tip of one cool digit, Steve draws a gentle line down your weeping slit, parting the humid flesh before slowly dragging back up and stopping just short of your clit. If you could squirm, you would.

With a look of deep concentration, Steve flicks — once, twice, three times — at the bundle of nerves, reveling in the squeak you release with each sharp contact. He circles the bud experimentally before adding a second finger and using the tips of both to rub firm circles around your entrance. He plays with you, teasing and kneading the dampness of your folds. The pressure of his touch passes up and down, over and over; before long, you hear the stickiness of your flesh as your juices cling to Steve’s gloves.

His covered fingers have warmed up now and your stomach knots at how wrong this all feels. When Steve pushes two fingertips shallowly inside of you, you swear your legs lift off of the table. Steve eventually turns his attention back to your visage, taking a deep breath as he spreads your slick over the length of his fingers and holds it on display right before your face. The sticky sound is deafening in the silence of the room and Steve’s tongue peeks out to test your essence.

“Open.”

The command is more forceful this time, his tone leaving no room for argument. You can’t tear your eyes away from his, even as he hooks the knuckles of two damp fingers over your teeth and drags the moistened latex over your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself as well. Steve thrusts his fingers deeper, making sure your saliva soaks several of them before he recedes and drops his hand back between your thighs.

This time, Steve enters you without warning, your cunt stretched uncomfortably around the thick girth of three fingers. You cry out, your throat dry and sore. He twists his wrist, expertly delving his digits deeper and deeper as your walls steadily give way to his unexpected intrusion. With his thumb placed perfectly, he massages your clit as his fingers swirl and plunge into your pussy as it slowly grows wetter.

Steve’s hand takes hold of your hip, pinning you in place as he begins to fingerfuck you so brutally that his palm slaps loudly against your swollen flesh. You can feel your abundant slick collecting at the base of his fingers and dripping unhurriedly between the globes of your ass; drops of your juices splash against the insides of your thighs because of how ferociously Steve pounds into you.

The sound of latex on latex squeaks wetly through the air and your thighs quiver beneath Steve’s determined assault on your drippy cunt. Your eyes pinch shut and tears fall steadily as you whimper and whine. He only encourages you, demanding that you let him hear every sound he forces from you, even pulling your jaw open with the hand not buried in your pussy.

You moan around his exploring fingers, gagging and drooling messily all over yourself as Steve stuffs your mouth full. Your teeth press firmly into his flesh when the hand working your cunt grinds blissfully into your clit and the long fingers reach deep enough to stroke the soft, sensitive spot at the front of your clenching walls.

A devastating wail breaks forth as you try to fend off the looming climax that begins to tingle in your feet and the top of your head. You don’t want to give in, to capitulate at the hands of such a beastly man. Steve, however, has other ideas. Curled over top of you, he nips harshly at the soft flesh of your throat before imparting a solid grip around your airway with his spit-soaked fingers. Somewhat regaining the ability to move, your head wags clumsily from side to side as you try pointlessly to escape in order to breathe.

“Are you gonna cum?” Steve rasps, hot breath blowing in your ear as his thumb thrums endlessly on your nerves.

You deny him almost instantly, tipping your head away from him and groaning in agonized distress even as your body ripples with undeniable pleasure. The refutation is mumbled and nearly lost amid the blatant desperation of your moans, but Steve understands just as well; your refusal igniting a frightening fury in him. The latex stings immensely when it crashes against your cheek, causing you to gasp in surprise. Steve grips your jaw, pinching your cheeks and shaking your head violently as you slobber and whine.

“You’re lying. You’re fucking lying to me!”

Steve barks the observation directly in your face, saliva landing on your already damp skin. He pinches your cheeks even harder until your jaw is forced open and he spits viciously into your mouth with a demand to swallow it. He asks his initial question once more, the danger in his eyes challenging you to lie to him again. You begin to sob as your cunt spasms and cream spills from your abused hole, your clit overstimulated and tingling immensely as Steve works you perilously close to the edge.

“N-no,” you barely manage to slur. “P-p-ple—”

The palm slapped over your sluggish mouth stops your plea before you can finish it. Steve is no longer interested in hearing you beg or lie or cry, he just wants you to surrender and let go.

“I can feel you squeezing me. You’re about to cum all over me like a filthy slut,” Steve growls, grabbing your face and forcing you to meet his burning eyes. “Don’t fucking lie, just cum.”

You breathe frantically through your nose and mewl brokenly behind his slippery hand, every muscle in your body spasming wildly as his fingers plunge deep in your pussy, spread apart and stuffing you unbearably full until your eyes roll backwards. Just as you begin to scream, Steve presses his thumb firmly to your clit and rubs back and forth with agonizing accuracy, causing your hips to rise uncontrollably into his gloved hand. You’re grateful for the limited mobility you’ve finally acquired, working your pelvis to grind your pussy into the heat of his palm, drawing out your orgasm.

Wetness spills from your core, drenching your flesh and slickening Steve’s hand as he continues to fuck his fingers shallowly into your sopping cunt. You shake and sniffle, crying from the intensity as well as the guilt that taints your climax. Tears still trickle from your eyes, soaking into your hairline as you come down from the full-body high.

Steve pushes his fingers deep into you — all the way to his knuckles until you’re uncomfortably stretched — one last time before slowly drawing them from your weak, pliant body. Your cream sticks to the wet latex, leaving tumescent streaks along the length of his slender digits. His hand slips free with a lewd sucking sound and you shiver at the sensitivity you feel between your legs, nearly crying out when Steve slaps his sticky fingers over your worn out pussy before brushing them with surprising tenderness over your heated cheek.

“You’re mine,” he whispers seriously. “And your body is mine to do what I want with. Remember that.”

Steve combs his fingers through your hair, spreading your cum through the strands before licking a stripe through the fluids he’d left behind on your cheekbone. You melt defeatedly into the hard surface beneath you, utterly exhausted and too wrung out to consider the implication of his adamantly spoken words.

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a timeline of events

- cm punk may or may not have told colt cabana to gtfo - hangman page is like hey man not cool - punk wins the world title from hangman and along with ftr is set for summer of punk 3 - immediately injures himself jumping into the crowd - jon moxley carries the title while he's injured and proves he's the ace of aew - punk comes back 4 months later, calls hangman a little bitch for thinking it’s not cool - hangman is too busy yelling at the dark order to whip out their dicks to respond - punk is squashed by mox in 3 minutes - punk says he wasn't actually hurt he just sucks - ace steel, man unknown to anyone before this, says fuck on tv and cuts a hell of a promo hyping punk up - punk says that in chicago, they eat people (foreshadowing) - punk beats mox for the title in a good ass match but injures himself again - punk tries to bait a reporter into asking a question and when the reporter doesn't play along he goes on a 20 minute rehearsed tirade at the post show presser saying he hates working with young people and target managers and that colt cabana is a fugly slut and that he wants to take over aew like a supervillain - during this tony khan the president of the company is sitting beside him having a dissociative episode - says that if you want to talk to him, meet him in his locker room - the young bucks, fresh off being crowned the inaugural trios champs, bring the company’s main hr guy and the lawyer to punk's room and superkick the doors down - punk immediately clobbers matt jackson - nick jackson tries to stop him but is hit by a chair by ace steel, who is terrified of the young bucks for some reason - kenny omega tries to get punk's dog out of the room so steel bites him - brawl lasts 6 minutes and involves every coach and also brandon cutler - punk and the elite forced to relinquish their titles - mox was just about to go on vacation

#updates pending. damn #cm punk #jon moxley #hangman page #the young bucks #kenny omega #aew #colt cabana

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mysaldate · 6 months

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Vil's agency and my worries for the upcoming event

Alright, time for another analysis, once again centered on Vil. Disclaimer to start with because people love to take what I said out of context: This post will have my worries about the upcoming Halloween event (Playfulland) which comes out in two days. It is entirely possible that I am wrong about what I'm going to say here but as I will hopefully explain in this post, there is a disturbing pattern regarding Vil and his agency as a character going on in the game which makes me worried this event will fall into the same routine. I am not claiming this event will absolutely 100% do what I outline here and I am not saying the event is bad before it even came out.

Side note before we delve into this, I already do not like this event visually, I find the style tacky and cheap and all over the place. However, I recognize some people enjoy it. This post is not about that, I will not be trying to make you dislike the event, and I expect the same respect back. Now, onto the analysis.

When seeing the previews and plot synopsis for the new event, something felt off to me, uncomfortably so. As some of you may already know, I am fairly sensitive to loss of agency in canon, especially for characters I relate to, because it reminds me of my own history of abuse. "Turning the characters into puppets" seems like a premise ripe with loss of agency and the wording of the synopsis as well as the promo video did little to elevate these concerns. Specifically when it came to Vil.

Now, I probably don't have to explain why the idea of Vil getting indulgent and forgetting about the real world and ending up a puppet of his desires goes against his entire character. Then again, the event isn't out yet so I can't tell for sure if that is what's going to happen. The synopsis seems to hint at it and given twst's past events, the ones to snap out of it will most likely be the SSRs or, at most, the story sr, which is Floyd. Then I began to think back on other events and cards Vil has and I came to a very disturbing realization: Vil gets punished for showing agency and rewarded for not having any. Allow me to elaborate.

In many of the stories Vil shows up in, we see a strange push to punish Vil for being active and taking charge of events or we see Vil being passive and reactive and getting rewarded for that. In the Sunset Savannah event, Vil doesn't want to go originally but is convinced and dragged along by Leona. He doesn't join the event because he wants to but because he's bribed to. During the event, he shows more agency and begins to be more active – which then results in him getting his ankle twisted. This isn't a one-off situation either. In Beans Day, Vil is very active and shows off his leadership skills as well as his amazing planning and prediction abilities. How does this pay off? Rook shows up out of nowhere and captures him, putting him out of the game. Once again, Vil had agency and then got punished for it. During Vargas Camp, Vil is once again on top of things. He is a leader, he is a wonderful outdoorsman, and he shows lots of agency. How does the game treat this? He is forced to forfeit his agency for weeks to Azul because we are meant to believe Vil and Trey – two of the most competent mages at NRC – would not be able to get by without Azul's help. Azul is the R in this event.

But it's not event SRs either. I have already talked about Vil's labcoat story previously but looking at it from the perspective of Vil's agency reveals something I didn't realize at first. By the time the game came out, Vil's foundation of the Film Research club was one of his biggest acts of agency we were directly confronted with. In Vil's labcoat story, he exercises further agency by going out of his way to prepare for an important shooting. How does the game treat this? He is gaslit and made to feel insecure by Rook to the point where he begins to skip meals. And how does he get out of this state? Does he do an introspection and realize Rook was just trying to manipulate and control him? Does he ask someone for a second opinion? No. He is approached by Trey who then convinces him to eat cake with him. Vil is not only punished for showing agency but also rewarded for giving his agency up and just doing what people tell him to.

Well, maybe that's just his SRs though. Surely in his SSRs where he is meant to be the main star, this isn't the case, right? Well... His dorm uniform story is about a magazine wanting an interview with him. Right off the bat, Vil is the reactive element here. Vil then puts together new schedules and begins to get his dorm in an even better shape – which gets him complaints and grumbles from everyone. He is punished for showing agency even though it is to the other students' benefit. Vil doesn't let up and exercises further agency by adjusting the meal and exercise plans to be personalized – and he gets Rook telling him that nobody cares anyway and he is just wasting his time. Yes, the dorm members quietly change their opinion of Vil but they never tell him. The only feedback Vil has is from Rook who is, once again, punishing him for having agency.

Vil's Scalding Sands SSR card doesn't have a story but that doesn't stop it from taking away any agency Vil might've had. Not only did he not actually visit Scalding Sands, he wasn't even the one to obtain the outfit. Rather, Trey brought it to him as a gift because Kalim's parents just gave it away. Mind you, this note was completely unnecessary. The only purpose it serves for Vil is making sure he doesn't have any agency at all after already taking away what could've been an interesting story.

And then we get to Halloween. The first Halloween event was a huge breath of fresh air for Vil. He is very active and shows tons of agency. Vil is part of the Halloween committee, he oversees costume themes and makeup, he is one of the key pieces of the plan to scare away the Magicamonsters, he shows more agency than he did in the rest of the stories altogether. What is the outcome of all this? Well, he is promptly kidnapped the following night, possessed by a ghost, and made to act shamefully in front of his friends. Wow. Complete mind-control and erasure of any hint of agency specifically for the reason of him having agency in the first event.

But I hear you, all of these are just events or cards, someone else might be writing them. There's no way this is how he's meant to be seen in the main story, right? Well... Not exactly. And to make one thing clear, I am not caught up on every single tweet Yana Toboso makes. I know people have been saying for months now that Vil is Yana's favorite character but I have yet to see any proof of the claim. It started around the time Vil's Scalding Sands SSR dropped and most of it back then read as jealousy. Whether or not that was the case, I cannot tell. If this is the treatment Vil gets as a favorite character, I just hope Yana never takes a liking to me (this is a joke).

The first time we really meet and interact with Vil in the main story in any sort of meaningful way and without him just being lumped up with the rest of the dorm leaders is in Book 2, and he is quickly ridiculed and mocked for showing agency in caring how he will look during the Magift tournament. And yes, I know the novel made tweaks to this set of scenes, the novel isn't canon to the game and it showed so on multiple occasions. So right off the bat, not a great start for Vil's agency as a character.

We barely see him after that up until Book 5. Now, I have a whole post about the meaning of Vil's overblot that you can read here but this time, I want to focus on something else about this chapter. This chapter is a masterclass on how to punish a character for showing agency. Vil is painted as unreasonable and over the top from the start, be it in providing legitimate criticism to the VDC tryouts or in getting upset at his agent for violating his boundaries and signing him up for roles he explicitly doesn't want to play. Both of these are treated by the story as flaws and issues when neither of them really is. Vil being strict with the other VDC group members is for their good as well as his own. And Vil setting up boundaries over which roles he is and isn't willing to take stems from his history of being typecasted and dehumanized for his casting (I go deeper into this in the other Vil analysis post). Both of these are healthy displays of agency, yet the main story frames them in a way that makes Vil seem unreasonable for doing these things.

Vil's agency brings him a temporary reward but that is immediately taken away when during the preliminary tryout performances, he is overtaken by an objectively mediocre performance. All his hard work, all his agency, is immediately thrown out the window for the sole purpose of making him feel miserable. Once again, he is punished for exercising his agency. What he does next and his overblot are exceptions to this as Vil used his agency to do something objectively bad and the resulting overblot is more of a natural consequence than a punishment (albeit I have my gripes with how the overblot was handled as well). The final nail in the coffin in book 5 came after the overblot when Vil, once more, exercised his agency to push through his pain and still perform. Not only was he punished for his efforts by losing the competition but he was then further berated for the overblot yet again (as well as being gaslit once again by Rook, this is nothing new).

I've heard some people say that Book 6 is good in this regard, that it gives characters agency and character development. I disagree with this claim. Vil, together with the other overblotees, is kidnapped and locked up, then used as test subjects. This is about as far removed from them having agency as can be, except perhaps the ghost possession plot earlier. There is some vague talk about having to sign a consent slip but 1) this is already ridiculous after having abducted them with the use of excessive force, and 2) we are never given any reason to believe signing was their choice and not something forced out of them. They are then experimented on and that's a whole mess that removes any and all agency from everyone present. The issue with Vil specifically is that in Vil's case, this has been a pattern for a while at this point. And then we get to the Shroud brothers overblotting... Saving the world because you would be one of the people dying if it ended is not agency and it is not character development. I know the chapter tried to give Vil and everyone else a "reason" to stop the overblot but that doesn't erase the fact that if they didn't, they would die. This isn't agency, this is having a sense of self-preservation. Even if some other version of them would get to live happily and get everything they ever wanted handed to them on a silver platter, it would not be them, and they would still be either dead or erased from existence altogether (this is a side note but how exactly would resetting the universe even work? Nothing else anywhere in the franchise suggests this is even an actual possibility. Even Malleus, one of the top five mages in the world could only lock away one island by using so much magic he overblotted. Book 6's plot breaks the worldbuilding in so many ways- but that's a tangent for another time).

The one and only moment of Vil having agency in book 6 comes when he jumps in to save Idia's life. And while Idia, who has been under the influence of Tartaros for way longer and spent so much more time in it, is perfectly fine, Vil gets "aged up" a hundred years. This is not only bad writing which makes no sense but also a tremendous punishment for Vil as someone who relies on his looks for several of his jobs as well as being someone who puts so much effort into his appearance. Of course, that is not even mentioning that the supposedly older version of him looks nothing at all like Vil, has a completely different body type and face structure, and is a nod to magical transformation and not aging. Vil showcased his agency and immediately got punished for it in the most horrendous way for the character. How does Vil get out of this situation? Does he utilize his vast knowledge of potions and magic to revert himself back? Does he figure out a way to curse himself to turn back to normal? Does he seek council with a powerful or knowledgable mage, perhaps a teacher? No. He cries at the beach and doesn't do anything and then Malleus comes around, snaps his fingers, and returns everything back. Vil is not only punished for showing agency, but he is once again actively rewarded for not having any.

So, why do I believe this event will involve loss of agency for at least some of the characters? Because Vil is involved and twst has made it a pattern to rid Vil of agency. Why am I worried about this event? Because every time Vil becomes active, he gets a slap in the face for his efforts and sometimes is even rewarded for just sitting there and looking pretty. This is not what I want from a character like Vil, or from any character really. At this point, Cinderella and Snow White from the original Disney movies had better agency than Vil because when they showed agency and took active hold of their parts in the story, they were adequately rewarded, not slapped in the face for it.

Now, I am sure this leaves you with some questions, so I will try to answer those I could come up with myself here. Why do I only mention Vil when other overblotees lost their agency in book 6 and had their agency treated as wrong in their books? Because none of them were quite like Vil. None of them got punished in a twist of bad writing for saving someone's life. And their negative agency was things that were actively harmful to others such as Riddle being an unreasonable tyrant kicking people out to sleep outside, Leona trying to murder people, Azul enslaving others, etc. Vil's negative agency throughout the chapter was setting boundaries for himself and expecting people to work for the money they hoped to win.

Why am I not talking about the other characters who got possessed? Because, for the most part, it was a once-and-done deal. Yes, some of them are now showing up in Playfulland (Cater, Jade, etc.) but these characters don't have a pattern of having their agency taken away or punished at nearly every opportunity.

Why do I harp on Rook so much? Because he's the textbook definition of a gaslighter, he constantly puts Vil down, he's often used as a tool to punish Vil's agency, he actively tries to isolate Vil from other people and make him doubt his own perception, and because he thinks it is his place and his place only to judge and punish Vil for whatever he deems incorrect. And just in case I need to stress this, which I shouldn't, I am an abuse victim. I went through literal decades of gaslighting paired with other types of mental and physical abuse. Rook's wording, actions, and general patterns of behavior, are all things that hit so close to what I experienced that he used to be a legitimate trigger for me, and still makes me incredibly uncomfortable. This is, of course, not to say you cannot like the character. But denying what he does and mocking abuse victims for speaking out about their experiences isn't the same as enjoying a problematic character. The way Rook is brings active harm both to Vil as a person and to his agency, which is to be expected of a character like this.

I would like to close this up by saying that I am aware these may be conscious choices to showcase how resilient Vil can be, how he never gives up in the face of adversity, and how he perseveres in spite of all these horrific things happening to him. But at some point, it gets tiring to see your comfort character get beaten down on every turn. It gets depressing to see him never succeeding and always getting hurt or abused for just being active and taking charge of his own life. There are ways to show resilience that don't involve punishing every time a character shows agency. There is also no reason to punish that but then reward loss of agency. When Vil gives up and stops trying, that should not be the moment things start going well. Malleus shouldn't have to swoop in and magically restore Vil's youth when Vil just passively accepted that he is just going to look like this now and, if the accident truly aged him and didn't just transform his body (which would make a lot more sense), possibly die within the next few weeks or months.

Ultimately, I do not like how twst treats Vil. I hope to see this improve but I wouldn't count on it. It's not so bad that I want to leave the game over it but it is a part of what worries me about the stories to come, especially with the new event and book 7 and what they probably have in store. For now, I will remain cautiously optimistic and hope it at the very least won't be as bad as book 6.

If you've read this far, thank you so much, I appreciate you, feel free to let me know your thoughts, preferably in a polite and civilized manner. I'm down to discuss many parts of this but there are also a few that I don't see myself budging on (such as gaslighter Rook). For the most part tho, I am always happy to talk to people about my analyses and takes on things pertaining to my fandoms. Thank you again for your attention and I'll see you next time something gives me this much of a brainrot.

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