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#No reason. I know people are probably angry at me about all sort of things that are valid bc im a wreck
vet-and-wild · 18 days
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As someone who deals with bad husbandry on a near constant basis, this is a reminder that you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. I know it is frustrating, and sometimes straight up infuriating, when someone has an exotic pet that they are not properly caring for. Should people do more research before getting exotic pets? Absolutely. Do animals suffer sometimes because owners weren’t prepared to care for them? Unfortunately yes, and there’s no way to justify that. But listen. Being a dick to someone who is actively asking for help does nothing to help the animal.
There are times when I genuinely have to go in back and vent my frustrations because I can’t believe the level of neglect I’m seeing. If it was a cat or dog, it would be considered animal abuse. But if I go in there and tell my clients that they’re bad owners and they’re killing their pet, do you think they’ll listen to my advice on how to help their animal? No, they’re probably gonna shut down and miss most of what I say, and they likely won’t come back for follow up. I can’t help them if they don’t trust me.
We can scream to the heavens about how people shouldn’t own certain animals or that they should have done more research but if they are actively asking for advice on a pet they already have…
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Also, in my experience, most people have good intentions. Yes I still deal with people that make me very very angry because they see their exotic pet as disposable, or as a toy for their kid they can’t be bothered to care about, but most people want to genuinely do right by their animals. When I go over husbandry with owners, a lot of them are genuinely upset at themselves because they felt like they did do a lot of research and were doing the best care possible with the knowledge they had. And I do feel for these owners, because finding out what information is legit and what is bs is not straight forward. The reason I made my own care guides was partly to consolidate information, and partly because I wanted to make sure I had something with the most up to date information possible available for owners. Because there’s a lot of sketchy shit out there for exotics. Some of it is personal preference, some of it is a general misunderstanding of the species, and some of it is straight up lies.
For example, I frequently have to explain to owners that they don’t actually have UVB for their lizard, even though they thought they did. They bought a combo basking and UV bulb…but you kind of have to read the fine print to realize it’s only a source of UVA, not UVB. These lizards end up vitamin D/calcium deficient and the owners are genuinely distressed about the mix up. They thought they were doing the right thing, and may have even been told by a pet store employee they had everything they need.
Scientific literacy is also a learned skill. A skill I was introduced to in advanced Animal Science undergraduate courses and then vet school. Those aren't exactly experiences the average person has, so it's really overwhelming for a lot of people to try to sort through all the information that's available.
You don't know what you don't know. Again, this is not an excuse to let an animal suffer, because let's be clear that many of these animals are unfortunately suffering. But sometimes (usually) the way to help the animal is to help the owner. If someone is already asking for help, then they know that they may not be doing everything right. It is so hard to see animals suffering from preventable conditions, but you need to keep your ego and your emotions in check. Making the owner feel like a villain does nothing but put them on the defensive and make them less likely to ask for help in the future or follow through with any recommendations they were given. It also makes other people who are reading those responses less likely to want to ask for advice as well.
tldr; purposefully try to guilt or insult people asking for help with exotic pet husbandry ultimately does more harm than good to the animals we're trying to help.
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futureman · 9 months
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keep it on the low
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
summary: just because you and joel broke up doesn't mean you can't still (secretly) enjoy each other's company
warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, hurt/angst, ex!joel, possessive!joel, pwp, smut, post-breakup sex, rough sex, mild exhibitionism
word count: 3k
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a/n: all i can say is oops. blame sza, i guess. and of course, couch gif for obvious reasons. as always, thoughts and feedback are always appreciated!
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Joel’s being obvious again. Discretion’s never been his strong suit, but he’s especially attuned to you today, and not in a good way. He’s not undressing you with his eyes, itching for the moment he can take you home like he usually is.
Nope, he just looks irritated as fuck. Way too angry for someone who just happens to be sitting in the same room as his ex. If he keeps this up, you’re going to get caught, and then what are you going to do? Fuck other people?
Like that’ll ever happen. You and Joel broke up almost three months ago and yet here you are, still hooking up like there’s no one else in this town to have sex with. But you have an agreement…sort of. You keep sleeping together, you don’t talk about it, and you definitely don’t tell anyone else. It’s high school-level dramatic and, honestly, you’re both way too old for this shit.
You know everyone’s gossiping about you behind your back, trying to figure out why you’re not together anymore. It was a bad breakup, probably the worst you’ve ever had and the biggest Jackson’s ever seen. The second this town hall is over, they’ll all be chatting amongst themselves, analyzing your behavior like it’s any of their business.
And Joel’s only giving them more to talk about. Seriously, why is he staring at you like that? If you can keep your eyes to yourself for an hour, surely he can at least pretend to be listening to what Maria’s saying, even though it’s boring as hell and doesn’t apply to either of you in the slightest. The winter dance next week really isn't your thing, no offense to her, but at least you're trying to look interested.
You shoot him a quick glare across the room, and he rolls his eyes, finally shifting his focus elsewhere. Apparently, that little interaction is all it takes to stir up the gossip mill because you can already hear a few of the worst offenders whispering to each other.
Fucking vultures. You’re pretty sure half of them are trying to make a move on Joel now that you’re over. Too bad he’s still busy spending his nights buried inside you.
The meeting ends pretty quickly after that, and everyone gets up from their seats, some staying to help put away folding chairs and others loitering around before they head to dinner. Somehow, Joel ends up next to you as you’re walking out, probably on purpose, and you take the opportunity to tell him off.
“Way to be fucking obvious, asshole,” you mumble, hoping no one else can hear you. “Did you have to stare at me like that? You made it seem like I spat in your fucking coffee this morning.”
He scoffs loudly, and you elbow him in the side, throwing him a warning glance. He’s acting like he wants everyone to know what you’re trying so hard to hide and it’s really starting to piss you off.
“Wasn’t lookin’ at you any sorta way, darlin’. You’re the one makin’ a fuss and gettin’ everyone’s attention,” he smirks. It’s not even fair how good he looks when he does that.
You feel a strong urge to slap it off his face, but that’s not really an option right now. An annoyingly intrusive thought tells you to save it for later when you’re alone, but you push it to the back of your mind. He’d probably enjoy that, anyways.
You quirk an eyebrow as subtly as you can. “…Are you kidding me? I wasn’t the one glaring at you the entire meeting.”
He looks around pointedly. “Ya think you’re not makin' it worse right now?”
You pause to take in your surroundings, and he’s right. You’re making a scene unnecessarily when you could’ve just ignored him and gone home like you’d planned. This is exactly why everyone thinks the breakup was your fault. Why they all think you're the villain in his story.
Joel knows just how to bring out the worst in you and you hate it. It’s one of the reasons you broke up in the first place. He pretends like everything’s fine and nothing’s ever his fault, and you’re constantly tricked into proving him right. But today he’s being purposely antagonistic and you can’t tell why.
“Oh, fuck you, Joel,” you grit through your teeth. “Stay the fuck away from me.”
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He doesn’t.
Not even a few hours later, he’s at your back door—like always, so no one sees him come and go—eyeing you a little wildly. Hungrily. And suddenly, it all makes sense.
He's horny. Probably has been all day, judging by his behavior earlier. He doesn’t say anything, just lurches forward to kiss you, to get his hands on you, but your arms shoot out to stop him.
“Uhh, what are you doing? Pretty sure I told you to leave me the fuck alone.”
He’s already panting as if he ran all the way here, but the tent in his pants tells you otherwise. His heart is racing under your palms, and while you haven’t forgotten how furious you still are, the fact that he’s this desperate for you makes you want to.
"Yeah, but ya didn't mean it. Ya never mean it,” he says like he knows you so well. You hate that he does, but the last thing you’re going to do is admit it.
“Why the fuck would I say it if I didn't?" you scoff.
"'Cus it's more fun that way," he leans in again, but you jerk your head back. Is he serious? It’s not like you normally have a nice little chat before you fuck, but he usually has more patience than this.
“Joel, stop. Are you trying to get us caught?” you eye him incredulously. It’s dark out and, yeah, you’re not having this conversation on the porch where anyone can see you, but other people’s windows still face your yard. He’s acting ridiculous.
"Maybe I wanna get caught,” he replies smugly, crowding you against the door. “Maybe I want everyone to know who ya belong to.”
His eyes are unreadable, and you’re caught between shock and intense curiosity. But then, that familiar feeling of fury returns, and you allow that to win out. You reach behind you for the doorknob, twisting it open to back inside.
“No. Nope, that’s not happening today,” you say with finality, yanking him by the collar into the house. You shove his back against the door, slamming it shut, and your grip tightens on his shirt. He’s smirking again, and it somehow looks even better on his face now than it did earlier.
“There’s my girl,” he breathes out, his hands finding your waist to pull you closer. It sends an unwitting wave of heat through you, a gasp escaping your lips before you can stop it. Fuck. He hasn’t called you that since before the breakup. Because it hasn’t been true since then, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.
“Only in here. Right, Joel?” He nods his head slowly, but his eyes betray him. He doesn’t believe that for one second.
“Sure, darlin’. Whatever you say.”
And, for now, that’s enough for you. You crash your lips into his hard enough to bruise and he groans into your mouth, rocking his hips into your belly so you can feel him straining in his jeans. It’s a little dizzying knowing just how much he wants you. How much he always wants you.
Flipping your positions to lead him backward, you reach down to unbutton his pants, your lips still moving languidly against his. Your fingertips purposely skim his bulge as you tug down his zipper, and he bucks into your hand, something soft and needy rumbling out of his chest.
More layers of clothing are stripped off and thrown haphazardly on the floor, leaving a trail from the kitchen to the living room, until the backs of his legs bump into the couch. All that's left now are his boxers, your underwear, and your bra. You make quick work of the latter yourself, dropping it to the floor, and then kick off your underwear, smirking at the look of sheer yearning on his face.
He reaches out to touch you, fingertips only managing to graze the side of your breast before you slap his hand away. He's not allowed to touch you until the playing field is even and he's as bare as you are. He already knows that.
His eyes are so dark, pupils dilated until that gentle brown has almost completely disappeared, and the way he's looking at you is reminiscent of a different time. You ignore it, focusing on all of the things you know he's about to do to your body instead. It'll help you forget whatever you just recognized in his gaze for a little while.
You tug on the waistband of his boxers, letting them snap back into his hips.
"Off," you tell him simply, giving him enough time to pull them down before you shove him onto the cushions. You climb into his lap, hands settling on his shoulders as you lower yourself down to drag your wet folds across his cock.
He hisses a breath through his teeth, his fingers digging into your hips to guide you, and you let him slick himself up against your pussy. He's so hard below you, looking painfully and almost angrily red at the tip. You sigh at the repeated friction on your clit and he twitches at the sound, dribbling precum that immediately mixes with your wetness.
"Need to be inside you. Now," he moans breathily, burying his face between your tits. He turns his head slightly to nip at the sensitive skin, and you tremble, trailing a hand up the side of his neck to bury in his soft curls. "You ready for me, darlin'?"
You nod quickly, chest heaving as you lift enough to reach down and wrap your fingers around him. Pumping him a few times, you drag the tip between your folds before lining him up with your entrance. He pants damply into your chest, more precum leaking out in anticipation.
And then you're dropping onto him, crying out loudly as you impale yourself on his cock. His hips shoot up off the couch, forcing himself deeper into your cunt, and he lets out a pained whoosh of air, adjusting to you as much as you are to him.
"Shit, that's—," he chokes out a moan as you start to move, "—tight. Fuckin' grippin' me, Christ."
You purposely squeeze him a little harder, exhaling sharply out your nose when his nails bite into your skin.
"Yeah, because you barely fucking fit," you tease breathily.
But it's more than that. You mold around him like you were made to take it, soft sighs leaving your lips as you ride him slowly. He fits perfectly, something that took precious time, his cock finding a home inside you over and over, reshaping your walls in his image. The lock to his key.
You bury that thought, too—with every swivel of your hips, every brush of your clit against his skin. He latches onto your breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth as you continue to work him.
His eyes flutter shut, hands beginning to guide you up and down a little faster as he swirls searing circles around the nub until it peaks. He tugs at it sharply with his teeth and you gasp, a spear of heat lancing through your spine as you gush around him.
It all feels so…fuck, he knows exactly how you like it. And both of you can hear how much you like it, feel how sticky you're making his lap. The slide around his cock is wet and easy, and your pussy's gripping him even tighter, but you need…god, you need—
"Joel, fuck me—come on, fuck me," you whimper, tugging him away from your tits by his hair, and he responds immediately. Taking over, he establishes a frantic, steady rhythm, lifting you until just the tip is inside, and forcing you back down.
But it's still not hard or fast enough to satisfy the way he needs you right now. He wraps his arms fully around your waist to hold you in place, pistoning his hips into you, forcing increasingly louder haahs out of your chest.
"That's it, darlin', take it…take it," he groans, head tilting back so he can observe every subtle change of expression as he gives you exactly you asked for. He leans up to capture your lips, but it's not so much a kiss as an exchange of breath, soft and humid as you pant heavily into each other mouths.
It quiets you for a brief moment—potentially the best possible moment, because out of nowhere, you hear faint voices passing by outside. They're way too close for comfort, and you realize belatedly that you made a huge mistake earlier.
"W-wait, the curtains—shit, the curtains…ngh…are still open," you barely manage to gasp out. "Fuck, the windows are open."
It doesn't deter him in the slightest and, instead, spurs him on. "S'alright, it's dark in here. They can't see us," he rasps, keeping up his merciless pace.
Ducking his head down, he sucks hard on a sensitive spot—your favorite spot—right above your collarbone, and you whimper much louder than you mean to.
"They can still fucking hear us," you all but growl, feeling your thighs start to quake despite your growing panic.
"Good, let 'em," he laughs almost cruelly, and he sounds so possessive that it stuns you momentarily. He takes the opportunity to abruptly tug you off his lap and toss you onto your back across the cushions, fucking back into you before you can even process the shift in position.
Now that he's on top of you, pressing down with his entire weight, his pelvis grinds into your already swollen clit with every single thrust, and you can't help the wail that escapes your parted lips.
He doesn't hesitate to pull you close, hugging your head to his neck as if he's trying to block out the rest of the world. Everything and everyone, but you and him.
"Always so loud for me. C'mon, darlin', lemme hear ya," he murmurs into your hair, hips snapping into yours. "I know you can be louder than that. Scream for me."
And you do. There's nothing else you could've done anyway, not with how he's dragging against everything just right. Your hips desperately swivel into his, chasing that hot, slick friction every time he connects with you.
The slap-slap-slap of your skin on his becomes a deep, wet thock-thock-thock the closer you get, your pussy dripping pathetically down his cock, fluttering with your impending release. He can feel it, you know he can, because he's moaning loud enough to rival even you now. He ruts greedily into you, hitting so much deeper than before.
"Christ…you're gonna make me cum," he warns, voice wrecked, his face still buried in your hair. "Jesus fuckin'…" You keen into his neck, still desperately chasing your own high, but it's not enough.
"J-Joel, I need—," you try to tell him, but he cuts you off.
"—'m fuckin' cummin'. Fuck," he grunts roughly, tumbling over the edge before you get the chance. His hips slow even as he continues to punch his cock as deep as it'll go, flooding your pussy.
No. Shit—no, no, no. He can't slow down, not now. You're almost there—so fucking close. He has to keep going. Just a little bit longer.
"No, Joel, no," you sob, legs kicking up around his waist as you grind up into him needily, increasing your speed. "Please, harder…please, please. Keep going for me—"
You feel rather than hear the groan rumble in his chest as he resumes his previous, unforgiving pace, ramming into you almost painfully.
"'m gonna. Don't'chu fuckin' worry."
At that, your orgasm quickly crashes over you, and you don't even realize you're slapping a hand into his side, still begging him not to stop as you wring him dry.
It's deafening what erupts from your chest when you finally cum. There's no doubt anyone outside can hear everything. Every squelch, every squeal, even the couch creaking, being pushed to its absolute limit.
Joel's name leaves your lips breathily, repeatedly like a prayer. You're shaking like a leaf underneath him, and he pulls back to brush your hair out of your face so he can kiss you, tender and open-mouthed.
This, too, feels gut-wrenchingly familiar but, for some reason, you don't want it to stop. Right now, you don't want to forget how it makes you feel.
He pulls out slowly, shoving two thick fingers inside you before your pussy can leak your combined releases all over the couch, and the sigh that escapes you sounds both content and despairing. He notices right away. Of course, he does.
Watching him leave you after nights like this hurts so much worse lately. Maybe it's nostalgia. Or maybe it's the unavoidable emotional connection you feel when he's inside you.
Even though months have passed since you decided you'd be better off without each other, something inexplicable keeps bringing you back together. It's not just the sex and you know it, no matter how much you choose to pretend otherwise.
He knows it, too. He tells you all the time—in the softness of his kiss, his desire to please you, and his eyes, still only ever focused on you.
And, now, in the possessiveness of his words and actions. Of his touch.
He gazes down at you knowingly, as if he can see every one of your troubled thoughts in the cloudiness of your eyes. He's always been annoyingly good at that.
"Y'know, I don't have to leave just yet," he murmurs, brushing his nose gently against your cheek. "Only in here, right? You're still mine as long as we're right here."
You let him wrap you up in his arms, nodding into his warm, beautifully scar-riddled chest.
"I'm yours."
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thanks for reading! 💕
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atopvisenyashill · 5 months
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Is Lyanna really as terrible as some people portray her as?
no, not even a little bit.
the absolute most important thing about lyanna is that when she dies she is only 16. i am someone who works with kids - i work in a library so i spend most of my days cleaning up after tweens and asking teenagers to please stop doing dumb shit- and the first thing anyone who has ever worked with kids and especially teenagers is that they may look like adults but they are NOT. they don’t understand boundaries, they have next to zero impulse control, and every bad thing that happens feels like the worst thing ever because it very likely IS the worst thing they’ve ever experienced bc they have not been alive that long!
and this goes for every single teen & tween character in this series, not just lyanna! shit, i am someone who feels an immense amount of sympathy for joffrey! on one side he’s got his mother telling him he can do anything he wants with no repercussions and on the other he’s got his father hitting him so hard that stannis thought joffrey was going to die. and then he is given unchecked power and told not to abuse it! EYE cannot even guarantee that i wouldn’t use unchecked power to do shady shit and i am a fully grown adult, not a traumatized, irrationally, and deeply vindictive 13 year old boy.
but honestly the most important thing about lyanna is that we have ZERO CONTEXT for what happens between her and Rhaegar. What we have is
Ned’s sparse & guilt ridden thoughts about Lyanna and one (1) comment about Rhaegar
Robert’s angry, entitled, and grief ridden outbursts about Lyanna and Rhaegar
Barristan’s incredibly romanticized, guilt & grief ridden take on their relationship
Meera’s second hand account of Lyanna, told to her by a father who is likely just as guilt & grief ridden as the others, who likely has his own view of Lyanna
What’s important to note is that our view of her is heavily filtered through the eyes of the men that knew her. Robert loves an idealized version of her that never existed. Barristan never actually knew her. Ned is not only viewing her under 200 layers of guilt and grief, but very obviously does not understand his sister, or why she made the choices she did, and struggles constantly with knowing that he will never know her the way he wishes he could, the way he thought he did. Given the way Meera describes Lyanna, I actually think Howland is our most accurate look at her but even that is buried behind years of grief & a fair amount of hero worship and affection (“that’s my fathers man you’re kicking howled the she-wolf” is a line that makes me WEEP for this exact reason; Howland sees Lyanna as his hero above all else!).
All of that to say - we don't even know what Lyanna did that was so terrible! Even if she was a grown woman capable of making rational decisions, we have no idea what her decisions were. She could have been lied to, misled, kidnapped, threatened, just as surely as she could have walked into the situation with open eyes. Even in the show, with a slightly aged up Lyanna - we get, what, just Sam's opinion on Rhaegar and Lyanna being in love because they got hitched? Completely ignoring the fact that we had several women in this series get married not because they were in love or willing but because someone more powerful decided on it and that was that, so there's still no evidence that Lyanna had enough information about the situation to make any sort of informed, consensual decision.
so no, i do not hold lyanna responsible for anything at all that happened regardless of how it happened because she was not mentally mature enough to understand what the hell was going on. a 15 year old is just not mature enough to think “if i run off with this married man, it’s going to cause a cascade of political issues that could have disastrous consequences.” what she’s probably thinking is “this man says he can help me and i am fucking miserable and no one else will listen.” it’s why we don’t throw 15 year olds who run away to meet up with old dudes they met online in jail when they’re caught (or theoretically why we don’t punish them at any rate). There is one person and one person only who is responsible for the massive fuck up that is the Elia-Rhaenys-Aegon-Lyanna-Jon mess and that is RHAEGAR, the person with the most amount of power who used it in the dumbest way imaginable and got himself, most of his heirs, his wife, and his teenaged mistress killed. The only other people responsible are the Kingsguard who kept Lyanna under lock and key while she lay dying and pleading for her brother to come save her.
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satoruhour · 6 months
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omg T i have a thot omg omg omg
imagine before nanami proposes idkdkfkf he has like fantasies where you wear the engagement ring he has bought a few days ago like one happens right when you are stroking his dick and his eyes are locked onto ur hand esp ur ring finger which he plans to put the ring on and omgggg imagine the grin he'll have on his face 😭😭 like he can barely keep the qn in his mouth and like you're just like "is this feeling too good this time what is it? and he's like "nothin...." IWJDKRKFKKRKFKFK i love that mannnnn
a/n: DUDEEE ROSEEE OH MY GOOODDDDD???????????????
warnings: oral (m! receiving), handjob sort of, fantasising about marriage, praise, pet names, brief unprotected sex, n*sfw under the cut
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nanami has a penchant for anything that you do. especially when it’s when you push away his hand and take the lead in the bedroom, wanting him to relax after such a tiring mission. the curse he was up against didn’t stand a chance, but it still gave him a difficult time with its regenerative tendencies.
it’s one of the things that nanami loves about you: you resist against the norms of him taking care of you, because as much as you love being pampered by him, you also know that a relationship is meant for two people. it’s part of why he can’t wait to book a date with you, open that velvet box and probably forget all the lines he practiced. nanami lets you push him onto the bed, stripping his jacket and shirt off of him and tugging at his underwear. he lets you palm his bulge and praises him for doing such a good job on that mission.
“you did a good job today, kento.” you mumble, thumbing at his clothed tip that is so quick to slip out some pre-cum. his blue boxers darken from the liquid, responding to your fingers easily.
your boyfriend laughs, “you weren’t even there at the mission, my love.”
you shrug, smiling when you see his dick twitch from your hot breath, “don’t need to be. the fact that you made it home safely to me is praiseworthy enough.”
nanami sighs when you peel off his underwear and the cold air hits his cock, immediately contrasted with the hot breath from your mouth as you hover over his sensitive length.
“you spoil me.” your lover sighs when your lips first descend onto his dick, suckling at the sensitive tip that’s so angry and red. it’s begging to be put in you, yet you shut him up by bobbing your head and nanami’s groans go straight to your core. your hands stroke the places you can’t reach, feeling the mushroom head hit the back of your throat occasionally.
in a feat of confidence, you draw out a choked moan from your boyfriend when you bury your nose in his pubes. he bottoms out in your mouth, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes before you come off of him with a big breath.
“you take cock so well, sweetheart.” nanami mumbles breathlessly, eyes trained on the strings of saliva drooping from your mouth. it shifts from your warm mouth to the hand that’s playing with yourself secretly. they go past your pyjama pants and right to your folds. and then his eyes are shooting back to your hand lazily stroking him.
you’re giving his tip little kitten licks, and nanami wants to put a ring on you. there are way more reasons — from the way you have to do nothing, stress leaving his body once he takes a look at you, to the way you help him to tie his tie even both of you know he knows every step. he loves your caring demeanour and the 180 switch up when you hear people talking shit about you.
even when your hand’s squeezing at his cock, his eyes are hazy and glossy, possibly hallucinating over how there seemed to be a ring on your fourth finger and it’s almost scary, the grin that appears on nanami’s face.
“does it feel too good, kento?” you ask, a little worried at the smile that looks borderline insane.
“w—what?” nanami’s stupor is broken and he’s brought down back to earth and the big shining ring on your fourth finger is gone, “it’s nothin’ . . baby.”
nanami’s voice breaks again later when you ride him, breathless pants leaving both your lips as you bounce incessantly on him. “can’t wait to become your wife, ken . .” it was a passing remark, a statement made drunkenly as your boyfriend’s cock fills you up so well and you gasp at the confession.
nanami only grunts at that, arms wrapping around you and trapping you instantly — “what was that? didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart.” just as he plants his feet into the mattress and snaps his hips up into your drooling cunt.
you collapse into his embrace, a small smile tugging at your lips. “wan’ you to put a ring on my finger and fuck me all day long.”
“yeah?” nanami grins, planting a soft kiss onto your lips which turns sloppy soon enough, matching the obscene way and speed at which his cock impales you.
“i’ll do just that, baby. just watch.”
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y0ur-loca1-lyr3 · 26 days
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Alastor when falling in love/dating headcanons
A/N; my first time trying headcanons lol, hope I did well!
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Falling in love
Let’s be honest, Alastor rarely actually likes most beings as a friend, let alone as a romantic partner
But when he does for either scenario, he has to notice that person as more than just some pawn for entertainment
Maybe you’re more socially intelligent, maybe you have more power, maybe you’re closer to Charlie, maybe all of those
But there has to be something that makes him see you as a threat to his power, or his control
Because of this when you first enter the hotel, he’s going to try to upstage you
If he can find a flaw about you, he’ll utilize that to the max
Think how he acted around Lucifer in ‘Dad beat Dad’
But when he notices you’re not going to be intimidated by him he starts to grow angry
If you really wanna ruffle his feathers just ask “uhm…who are you..?”
Not even in a polite way, just in a rude judgmental way
Oh, that makes his blood boil
When he’s not around you, at first he’s trying to get rid of you, take away the threat
But then you leave for a long period of time without notice to anyone but husk
And not even sober husk
So basically nobody really knows where the hell you went (pun intended)
The first maybe hour or two Alastor was like “good riddance”
But then for some damn reason he started to miss you
If you’re gone for more than one day, his mood actually visibly changes
Sure he’s still smiling, but he’s still a bit less motivated to do things
And he’s probably having troubles with coming up with ideas for his radio broadcast
Then you come back and he’s back to normal
It’s like his subconscious went “oh, cool :D”
But now that brings up another obstacle for him
As established before he wants any threats out of his way, but he somehow has grown attached to you?
This wasn’t what he wanted, no not at all
Now what was he supposed to do?
Even worse is the realization that he still has humanity
Humanity is weakness
And if some like say… Vox found out about this?
He’d be royally fucked
It takes a looong while for him to figure out that A. It was love, and B. Come to terms with that
Lots of avoidance and back handed comments
If you sat at the bar? He’d leave
If you tried to compliment him, you’d only get a short “Hm.”
If you invited him to talk with you, even just to get to know him he’d make an excuse
And if Charlie attempts to force him he will refuse/ escape in some way
Blowing up and asking him what his problem is won’t help either
He’ll sit there with a patient smile with petty thoughts, and justifications for his actions running through his head as he tried to appear unfazed
Until someone interrupts/ ends the conversation or you just give up and leave
He’ll leave while rolling his eyes slightly, muttering about how sensitive people are these days
Once he does finally come to terms with it, he’s less hostile around you
Don’t get me wrong he still avoids you like the plague because you’re his only weakness
But he’s kinder to you when he does interact with you
Maybe he’ll offer to pay for your drink before leaving
He might even leave a little box of homemade chocolates at your door, or give you some ‘leftover’ Jambalaya he made specifically for you to try
Little favors like that
Dating
It’s never really said aloud that the two of you are dating
It just was sort of agreed upon silently between the two of you
One day he invited you via letter to come skygaze with him at his radio tower
At first you’re kind of suspicious that he has an ulterior motive
But when you get there and you’re invited to sit beside Alastor, you realize he just wanted to see you. Why? You didn’t know, but at least his intentions weren’t ill
Then he crossed his pinky with yours
Nothing grand like kissing, he’s not too fond of physical affection
But just a small bit of contact
If you choose to interlock your pinky with his, internally he’ll lose his mind
It’s like confirmation that you feel the same way without verbally saying it
Since then everyone just sort of knew at the very least he cared a bit more about you
He’d frequently talk with you
Like how most people would interact with good friends
Except he gets a little more protective of you
There’ll be a shadow that follows you everywhere
Sometimes the shadow will tease a bit
Maybe pick up a piece of hair and then put back in place quick, or maybe brush against your arm, nothing harmful, really
Since he doesn’t really show his love through physical affection, he shows it through gifts or acts of service
Mainly acts of service
You’ll often go back to your room after a hard day to find your bed made and your pillows fluffed with a new stuffed animal on your bed
His favorite way to show his affection physically is by your hand
He won’t really hold your hand outright, but he’ll usually gently kiss it after saying something romantic
Maybe if your sitting at the bar, talking with Husk he will
When he’s feeling especially happy, or romantic, or he somehow got wasted, he’ll give you a peck on the lips, but that’s about the only time you two really kiss
He will cuddle if you ask to but otherwise he doesn’t really do cuddling
The first time you tell him you love him, even just as a quick goodbye, he’ll melt on the inside
If you look close enough you can see his eyes soften a tad bit
He’ll probably say “you too” if the both of you are in public, or something along those lines, but if you’re in private, maybe cuddling or as he’s comforting you for some reason
He’ll say it softly, and then most likely give you a small head pat, or if he’s getting really sentimental, he’ll give you a peck on the forehead
All in all, he does love you, he just sort of shows it in his own way that he’s comfortable with <3
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yandere ken x reader: In which Ken kidnaps a journalist reader in an attempt to make her fall in love with him.
Evidently, it’s not going quite as smoothly as he’d hoped.
warnings: obsessive behavior, kidnapping, minors DNI.
Ken tried his best to understand, you could tell. It happened a handful of times each day—whenever you got upset or angry, or provided him with a tidbit of information he’d never heard before. You could practically see the gears turning in that empty little blonde head of his. Every time he caught you crying (which was a daily occurrence at this point), several things were guaranteed to happen.
1. He stared at you in complete and utter shock.
“Good morning, world renowned journalist Barbie,” he exclaimed, making his way towards the bed. In his hands was a tray of fake breakfast food and an empty coffee mug. 
It was unnerving. Ever since you arrived here, strange things had been happening. You weren’t even the slightest bit hungry, and as each day passed, your skin started feeling weird. You weren’t even sure how to describe it. It was almost like...
Plastic.
His eyes widened when he caught sight of you. You hadn’t seen your reflection in days, but you were fairly certain you looked like a mess—hair disheveled, eyes red and puffy from crying. You turned away from him and laid down on your stomach, pulling a pillow over your head.
“Good morning, world renowned journalist Barbie!” he repeated, as if the only reason you didn’t respond was because you didn’t hear him the first time. But you had. You most definitely heard him the first time.
“Leave me alone.” Your voice was muffled as you pressed your face up against the sheets. “And don’t call me that. I’m not a Barbie, and I’m not a world renowned journalist. I’m nothing.”
He was silent for a few seconds, like he was trying very hard to come up with the right thing to say; probably whatever was least likely to set you off. 
“You’re not nothing,” he said. “You shouldn’t say that.” He set the tray down on the nightstand and backed up a few steps.
To think this all started with a simple assignment from your boss.
“Write me a fluff piece on the new Barbie theme park in Venice Beach.”
You had gone to Mattel headquarters to ask some executives more about the park, and quickly ran into Ken wandering around in the lobby. He beamed when he saw you, nearly sprinting over to greet you. It was borderline alarming.
“Hi, businesswoman Barbie! I mean, businesswoman human woman.”
Given his comfortability walking around the building and his general attire, you simply assumed he worked for Mattel. He said as much when you asked him about it. As you talked, he started saying all sorts of weird stuff. You hadn’t anticipated spending an entire day interviewing a Mattel employee method acting as a real life Ken doll. You expected this assignment to be fairly dull, so you were more than happy to play along—if anything, to entertain yourself in the process. Although he wasn’t the brightest man in the world, “Ken” did seem very knowledgeable about the Barbie franchise. As you strolled through the park together, he offered a constant stream of valuable input.
“Wow, this looks just like the roller coaster in Barbieland!”
“The ice cream here is really weird. Isn’t the ice cream here really weird? It’s so cold.”
“Why can’t people in the real world float down the stairs like we do?”
“Why do we have to wait in line? Why is there a line? Why are there so many people out here?”
Sadly, he also nearly drowned in the waterpark at some point. You had to talk him down from a full blown panic attack in the midst of this.
“I didn’t know I would…fall in...to the water. You can…w-walk on the pools…in…Barbieland.”
“It’s okay, Ken. It’s okay.” You placed a towel over his shoulders as he coughed and sputtered dramatically. 
As the day wound down, you took a walk along the beach and picked a nice spot to watch the sunset. 
“I want you to come with me.”
“Where?” you asked.
“To Barbieland.”
“Oh my god,” you laughed. “Ken, you can stop with the act. I got all the information I needed for the article. We’re just hanging out now.”
“No, I mean it! It’s not an act. I want you to come with me.”
You sighed and laid back in the sand. He laid down next to you.
“Alright. Let’s say this place is real. Why do you want me to come with you?”
Ken smiled warmly. “Because I love you.”
Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. “Um. I’m sorry, what?” 
“I mean...I didn’t mean that. I meant, um. It’s just...you respect me.”
You laughed and shook your head. You sat up on your elbows, staring up at the sky. “Of course I do.”
“Thank you,” he said earnestly, placing his hand on his chest.
“From what you’ve told me, Barbieland sounds pretty idyllic. I would love to live there. But I’m not a Barbie. I’m human. I don’t think I belong there.”
“Sure, you do! You absolutely belong. I mean, we already have journalist Barbie but you can be businesswoman human woman journalist Barbie.”
“I don’t even know what to say to that." You pointed towards the sky. “Hey, do you have stars in Barbieland?” 
Ken sat up on his elbows also. It was like he was mirroring you. “Yeah. They don’t really look like the stars here, though. They’re more twinkly. And the constellations are a lot easier to find. I like them better—
“—in Barbieland,” you both said in unison.
The next few minutes were spent with you staring at the sky and Ken staring at you. It was kind of uncomfortable, but you had to admit you liked him. He was cute, if not a little dim. You were mainly hoping this whole Ken doll thing was an ongoing bit, that he was just really committed to his role at the theme park and he would drop it eventually. Otherwise, you were more than a little concerned.
“How about next time?” he asked. “The next time I see you, will you come with me?”
“Oh, so there’s gonna be a next time now?”
“If you’d like,” he said timidly.
“Sure. Why not? On our next date, I’ll go with you to Barbieland.”
“Yes! Will you excuse me for a second?” 
“Um, okay.”
He staggered a few feet away and crouched down behind a very tall, unoccupied lifeguard’s chair. Watching him try to disappear behind the large gaps between the steps was like watching someone struggle to find a hiding spot during a very tense game of hide-n-seek. A few seconds later, you heard a startlingly loud “SUBLIME!” echoing throughout the atmosphere. 
The next time you saw him about a week later, Ken was different. He wasn’t the same guy you met at Mattel headquarters. He wasn’t the same guy you spent the day with at Venice Beach. His clothes were a complete 180 from the pink pastels and light wash denim he had worn before. He was now wearing a ridiculous fur coat and heavy black sweatpants in the middle of the summer. He mentioned having gone back and forth between Barbieland and the real world a handful of times now, and started saying bizarre, offensive things about men and the patriarchy and…horses?
Most importantly, though, he had taken you on the strangest hot pink odyssey of a date you’d ever been on in your life. Safe to say, you tried to end the date—if that was even what it was—early.
Ken didn’t like that.
Not one bit.
“Ken, this is weird. Can you take me home?”
“But look around you! Barbieland is so much better now!” 
“No, I don’t…I don’t even know where we are, and I really want to go home now. This was a mistake.”
“I know you don’t know what it was like before, but I promise you, I’ve improved it. You said you wouldn’t belong in Barbieland, remember? But now since it’s so different, maybe you’ll feel like you do.”
“I don’t understand how we even got here, but I don’t like this. And I want to leave. Now.”
“Kendom. It’s called the Kendom, and it’s amazing. And you said you would come with me this time. You said so! You have to follow through on what you promised. You owe me.”
“Excuse me? I don’t owe you anything. I did come with you. Now I want to go.”
Ken didn’t like that very much, either.
So, here you were: trapped within the confines of Ken’s…what did he call it? His mojocasadojo…thing?
His house. You were trapped in Ken’s gigantic plastic house.
“So, I’ve been thinking. It’s been a few days, I’m sure you’ve adjusted by now. I was thinking we could go for a drive today, get some ice cream. I can even show you what I do at beach!” he said proudly.
“I don’t care what you do at beach!” you snapped, whipping around to face him. The intensity in your gaze clearly startled him. He somehow never expected for you to be as irate as you were. “That’s not even a job. And your car—”
“Truck car,” he said pointedly.
“Your truck car doesn’t have an engine. How does it even run?” you sobbed, smacking your forehead into the mattress again. “This place doesn’t make any sense!”
You felt ridiculous, like a teenager refusing to get up for school. It was a bizarre dichotomy. In many ways your situation was, in fact, dire. You were stuck in a nightmare in which some strange, unhinged man kidnapped you and dragged you to an alternate universe. On paper, this all sounded very frightening. And it was.
But it was also borderline comical, given Ken was so…
Himself.
2. You spotted a flicker of empathy as you explained to him why you were crying.
“I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” he whined. “You should be happy. I want you to be happy.”
You rolled over and sat up with your back up against the headboard. “You trapped me here! How on earth are you so perplexed by this?”
Ken narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to one side. 
You sighed. “Confused,” you said flatly. “It means confused.”
“Perplexed,” he repeated, like he was trying the word on for size. He enunciated each letter and syllable. “Perplexed.”
“Ugh. Can you just—”
He smiled at you reverently. “You’re so smart, teaching me all these real world words. It’s just one of the many things I love about you. I love you so much.”
“Oh my god, we’ve been over this. You don’t love me. You don’t even know me.”
Ken gasped dramatically. 
3. He scrambled to put on a front of indignance, launching into a speech about how lucky you were to be there and how ungrateful you were being.
“Of course I love you! How could you say that? And you love me, too. Actually, you should be thanking me! You’ve got everything you could ever want here. I mean, we’ve got Scarface and Pulp Fiction special collector’s edition VHS tapes—”
“Oh my god,” you groaned, placing your head in your hands. “I can’t. I can’t.”
“—and a big, shiny truck car, and a boxing gym, and six mini fridges. We’ve even got our very own mojodojocasahouse. And you’ve got me, of course.”
“Wait a second. Our house?” you asked. 
“Yeah. Our mojodojocasahouse.”
“What? What do you think this is? You kidnapped me, Ken. I don’t even want to be here. You know that.”
“Yes, you do!” he yelled, making you jump. “This is what you do when you’re boyfriend girlfriend. Every night is our night and you both live together in a—”
“Dear god, please don’t say it again.”
4. Every time, without fail, he caved.
It didn’t take long for his resolve to shift into poorly disguised distress. It bothered and perplexed him, how unhappy you were. 
He just wanted to make things right.
“I don’t know what else to do,” he said pathetically, collapsing onto the bed next to you. He stared up at the sparkly pink ceiling and sighed. “I just want to make you happy. I’m trying my best.”
The weird part about all of this was that you actually believed him. And for a split second, you almost pitied him. Almost. There was something likable about Ken, even in spite of how maladjusted he had become. But then you came to your senses and acknowledged the reality of the situation. No matter how hard he tried to convince you otherwise, he had gravely wronged you, not the other way around. He was holding you here against your will and treating you like you were the bad guy because you weren’t entertaining his delusion. He was acting like this was all your fault.
And it certainly was not.
You wondered if a softer approach would prove more favorable. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and if you had to be a little manipulative in order to get out of this, you were willing to play nice. 
For now.
You sighed. “Ken, look. I don’t mean to be…mean.”
“You are being mean!” he pouted.
“And I’m very sorry for that. Here, let me—” You reached out and started playing with his hair. He smiled at you, shutting his eyes and leaning into it. After a few seconds, he splayed out on top of you, his chin pressing into your stomach.
“Okay,” you sighed. “If you really loved me—”
“Wow, I really like that. Please keep doing that.”
“If you really loved me, you would let me leave.”
He laughed. “I am letting you leave, silly. I asked you if you wanted to go for a drive.”
“I mean here. If you really loved me, you would let me leave Kenland.”
“Kendom. It’s the Kendom.”
“Okay, yeah. That. If you really loved me, you would let me go.”
His jaw ticked. “You don’t just leave people you care about,” he said resolutely. “You don’t ignore them.”
“Going by that logic, if you really cared, you wouldn’t ignore my requests.”
“I told you no, and what I say goes.”
“But you’re not even listening to what I have to say!”
“I don’t have to. I know what’s best for us, and I get to make the decisions.”
“Why?
“Because I’m the man. And that’s just how it is.”
You were both quiet for a few seconds.
“That’s fucking absurd, Ken.”
“Fucking absurd?” he parrotted. “I’ve never heard that before. I’m learning so many real world words today! What does that mean? Fucking absurd.”
“Ughhhhhhh,” you groaned, closing your eyes and leaning back against the headboard.
A few seconds later, you felt a slight pressure near your nose and ears. Your hands jutted out in surprise. You opened your eyes to Ken sitting a little too close to your face, except now the entire room was cast in a hazy pink filter. 
“It’s okay,” he said, grabbing your wrists. “I got you sunglasses. Y’know, for later on when we go to—”
“Beach,” you both said in unison.
“Exactly,” he grinned. “So let’s have breakfast and get ready. Okay?”
It bothers and perplexes him, how unhappy you are. 
Evidently, just not enough to let you go.
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I feel like if people had any sort of common sense at all, they would've realized that Nintendo firing a voice actor over an apparent pay dispute but then hiring someone that costs much more might have meant that there was more to the story than just money. Perhaps unrelated, Hellena Taylor is a TERF.
Thing is, “video game voice acting pays like dogshit” and “companies can and will use lowball offers to get contractors to leave of their own accord” are both commonly-known facts. With this in mind, I don’t blame people (myself included) for taking Taylor’s initial claims at face value because they were plausible. The multiple-session rate that it turned out Platinum actually offered was still low in a general sense, but it was at least consistent with union rates in the field. From what I can tell, if this new information is correct, it seems like it went something like this:
-Platinum approached Taylor with an industry-standard offer, five several-hour sessions at $3-4k each. VAs absolutely should be getting more than this, but it isn’t a lowball offer by current industry standards.
-Taylor declined and asked for six figures plus residuals, which is frankly unrealistic in the current industry (even if game VAs absolutely should be getting residuals).
-Platinum opted to bring on a new VA who would take the standard union rate (Jennifer Hale). Platinum initially announced to the public that the change was due to “scheduling conflicts.” They still offered Taylor a cameo role that would be a single $4k session.
-For whatever reason, Taylor took to the social-media warpath and spun the cameo offer as her being offered $4k for the entire game. People took her at face value because, again, plenty of VAs have been paid less for similar projects. Other VAs in turn speak up about some of the dogshit rates they’ve been offered for games that are frankly much bigger than Bayonetta.
-When Taylor’s story went viral, rather than hunkering down and letting PR do their thing, Hideki Kamiya went on his usual hyper-abrasive Twitter routine. When people started roasting him online over the allegations, he made very angry vaguetweets about the situation and blocked so many people that the Twitter suspicious-account-activity algorithm flagged his account. This is, as the kids say, not a good look for someone whose studio is facing scrutiny.
-Someone within Platinum or familiar with the project leaks documents showing the full situation to journalists, Jason Schreier is the first to break the story. He’s generally been pretty aggressively pro-worker when reporting on stories related to labor issues in the games industry, so the fact that he’s vouching for these documents suggests that he’s pretty confident in their legitimacy.
-Taylor doubles down on her side of the story. Jennifer Hale has mostly been silent on the matter (likely due to NDAs), but has liked tweets alluding to the idea that there are two sides to the story. Platinum has yet to issue a direct statement about the situation beyond the initial “scheduling conflicts” claim.
This is just my attempt to piece the situation together based on the public information available right now. For all I know, some new development may crop up that completely vindicates Platinum or proves Taylor correct. We’ll watch this space, I guess. My gaming time is still being consumed by Xenoblade 3 so I’m in no rush to get the new Bayonetta at launch, as much as I love the series.
(And yeah, Hellena Taylor’s dodgy politics don’t strike me as surprising in retrospect; I’m already on a “probably transphobic until proven otherwise” attitude with any Brit over the age of, like, 40. But if her claims of being offered $4k for the lead role of the whole game are true, then her being a shitty person doesn’t change the fact that Platinum made a ridiculously low offer.)
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I've been on a little bit of a first kick recently - so here's a first meeting of reader and him based on this piece of the dolls au by @ovegakart (this amazing comic piece in particular) and on the topic of tagging people I've got some new friends on discord who have a love of first so consider this a gift <3 @fanfic-fairy-fountain @dreaming-of-lu @angry-trashcan @neverchecking <333 enjoy!
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“Hello..? Time… Sky… Link? Is anyone there?”
As if being forced into Hyrule wasn’t bad enough when I was with the chain, now that cursed shadow decides to push it even further by separating me from them? Why not just kill me outright… Is it to try to give the heroes hope? Wouldn’t it be worse for them for it to kill me outright than string them along with false hope?
“IS ANYONE HERE? HELLO??”
Where even am I? It looks like… Oh. Alone in catacombs, yeah if there’s anywhere to be killed by a malicious shadowy entity it would be in catacombs. Are there going to be redeads here?  If the rest of the monsters are anything to go off of it’s going to be much worse dealing with them now. They can’t handle sunlight though, can they? 
Then that means the pile of rubble in the centre here should be the safest place for me to think through the best way to handle all of this. If the shadow really wants to get to me then of course that won’t stop it but I have to try something right? Is sitting on top of what looks like a grave a little disrespectful? Yes. Do I have many options at the minute? No.
“-Wait-!”
WHY IS THE GRAVE SLIDING OPEN - WHAT WAS THAT!? WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE SOMEONE IS YELLING?? 
“What… happened? Where is this place?”
I think without a doubt the sound I’ve just made is the most blood-curdling scream I’ve ever let out and - WHY IS HE COVERING MY MOUTH!?
“I’m sorry I know you’re confus- ACK.”
Was biting him the right option? Probably not! But it’s the only thing I could think of to do seeing as well, I'm not exactly calm at this moment in time. Despite the fact that this man has known me for, what, the span of less than a minute, he seems to have at the very least noticed my panic. Backing off like you would with a scared animal - do I really look that petrified? It’s taking everything in me now to not give into my racing heart. 
“I’m sorry, I must’ve overstepped your boundaries. But please can you not be so loud?”
“....”
“... yeah. Yeah I can be a bit quieter”
“So you uhhh-”
Where do I even start - this man just - He just crawled out of a grave. What do you even respond to that with??? 
“...You come round here often?”
[name]. [name] what the heck was that. That's how you flirt with someone at a bar not speak to a living corpse.
“No, I don’t really?”
“Yeah, I figured. I -”
“Are you alright?”
“Look I’m just a bit overwhelmed, I was separated from my group and dropped here then you- You crawled out of a grave and now I’m just?? I’m just stressed and this is only things that have happened today. Now I know that you’re probably more stressed for obvious reasons, but I’m just - I’m sorry for screaming.”
He took a step closer to me at that, not trying to be intimidating, but more cautious. Asking for permission to touch me with an invitingly open outstretched arm, one that seemed to promise some sort of salvation from all the stress I’ve been feeling. One that I was embarrassingly quick to accept. His touch - His hold, is so warm for someone who should really be so cold, there’s definite comfort in feeling his heart beating as well something that proves he’s alive. It didn’t last for long though, as he pulled himself away, reluctantly if I were being bold in how I was to describe it. His fingers lingered, resting on my arm in such a teasingly wanting way. He’s definitely a link thats for sure, that helps me to be more comfortable around him than I would have been with anyone else. He looks like he’s about to start crying.
I - oh god I’m the first person he’s seen since he came back to life. 
“Are you alright link?”
Was that the wrong thing to say? He hasn’t introduced himself to me,  I shouldn’t have said that. It seems like now it’s his turn to look confused - more so than he already was. 
“you how do you know my name?”
“I just guessed, the group I was with before they - well they all looked similar and went by the same name ‘link’ so I just assumed it was the same with you. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”
“No it doesn’t.” Why is he reaching for my face? He’s got such a soft look on his face, do I remind him of someone? He’s been dead so it could be possible I guess, but it feels like there’s more to how he said it than just something that simple. 
“Oh my dearest love...”
His hands are so soft… it’s hard not to just lean into his touch and stay there, but there are more important things to be dealing with right now. As much as I’d prefer to not have these questions answered. 
“What do you mean by that link? I don’t - I don’t think I’ve met you before.”
He’s so warm, I hate the fact that he’s most likely going to stop holding me when he realises I’m not the person he’s really ever going to want in a relationship. 
“You haven’t but, I can already tell that you’ll be my beloved soon enough.”
“I’m sorry? We’ve only just met how can you tell s- ACK”
This has to just be a link thing. What is it that makes them fall so quickly? But to hold someone so tightly when you've only just met them - when you’ve only just come back from death?  That doesn’t seem like a healthy thing for him, not in the slightest. 
Is my shoulder wet?
Why would it be wet - he was tearing up earlier and - no there it is he’s sniffling as if he’s trying his hardest not to cry. Even if he’s mildly delusional how cruel would you have to be to not help someone go through something as tough as this clearly is. It’s not hard to gently rub his back as he cries onto me, it’s not hard to hum to him as he clutches me like a lifeline, it’s not hard to be here for him when I have to do so little for him. 
“Link? Would you like to talk about it? I don’t know you but - but I’ll be here to listen to you.”
“Thank you. It’s simply that I - I don’t know why or how I got here, It’s simply that I woke up in there after everything then I saw you -”
“[name]”
“[name] and well you know what has happened since. I have to thank you for being here though, there’s something about you, some kind of energy that just feels like a part of myself that I lost. You feel like home to me [name]”
With that last sentence, he burrows his head even further into my neck seeking what I can only guess is comfort. He’s probably just desperate for another person's touch right now, rather than him having fallen in love with me from the briefest interaction that didn’t even go that well.   There’s no harm in waiting here with him for a moment though. What could go wrong in this amount of time?
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person who is sooooo normal about ray talks about the end of episode 10, what it confirms, what it introduces, and what it may even promise:
"can you please forgive me?"
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starting off with this line.... there is a specific brand of betrayal and hurt reserved for the people who feel like the only ones in the world that can make you feel loved. we've seen ray get angry and even lash out at the other characters before but we haven't seen him breakdown the way he did in the sandray apartment fight. i think i took ray saying that he finally was starting to understand his feelings more in episode 9 too lightly, because it seems he meant more then just "i think i like you too" kind of thing, i wouldn't be surprised if ray realized the love he felt as well, and not just romantic love but the "you've seen so much of the ugliness in me but still stayed" kind of love and, if im gonna be bold, acceptance.
"you can be angry or hate me all you want"
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lines like this tell me two things, the first being the guilt ray feels over the way he treats people and the second being how much pain he thinks he deserves for it. though i will say this time it feels different then in episode 4 where ray asks sand to call him a burden, because before he wanted sand to hurt him back (a bit of retaliation a bit of self-harm even) but this time he is asking for sand's understanding and forgiveness. he still thinks he deserves it, but now its more then just asking for someone to hurt you in order to reconcile (we will get to the fact sand isn't really there don't worry) there is a sort of emotional growth is what im trying to say.
"i know now that you want nothing from me"
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this is also such a huge line for me. we know ray views himself as worthless, he would rationalize why anyone would want him (this is why he was so hurt about sand accepting money from his dad but that's already been meta'd to death so i won't get into that), so him not only thinking but verbalizing that sand is someone who is kind to him without expecting anything in return is huge for ray's ability to see himself as more than a burden or his father's money. in fact, i'd say him admitting this here means he is already beginning to gain a sense of self-worth.
"though i've been nothing but an asshole to you, you are always there for me"
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this is the part where we really see ray break. im not good at reading other people's emotions so im not gonna comment on what emotions the actor is trying to portray (tho he is portraying some big ones goddamn), from a text stand point, im interpereting this as pain. I talked before a bit about guilt but i'd say at this moment the realization that someone can care for him so deeply that the parts of himself he's sure are not only unlovable but hurtful won't drive them away, causes him a lot of pain. as someone who is bad feeling cared for or appreciated as a person and sometimes acts like a dick about it, i too would break apart at this moment.
"please understand me"
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now this is the line that inspired this post in the first place. he struggles with the connections he has with others but you can see how lonely this man is. like he has been told he is a burden, he interperets his life events and the way other people treat him as proof he is fundamentally unlovable and bad luck for anyone he gets close to, and he is a self-fulfilling prophecy about it.
when he asks sand to understand him he's asking sand to look deeper then his self-sabotoging and attachment issues and see the love and care he has that he struggles to understand and feel and express. he is filled with so much pain how could it not start to infect everyone around him, but from what we see of him, he probably never wanted to hurt other people in this way to begin with.
i think the reason this line specifically broke my heart is that, so much of his behavior at times can be interpreted as a subconscious cry for help, help he won't except but help he needs anyway. i knew any arc involving ray addressing his addiction would destroy me because there is the pain experiencing the things i mentioned above, the pain in thinking you're helpless to them, and then the pain in doing what it takes to try to move forward from them, like this shit is hard. the clarity ray is able to adress imaginary sand with is so incredible even though its in his head, especially given how stubborn he'd been about admitting any issues in the first place.
"being with me requires some patience"
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all that i said above and more... i don't think ray will get over that feeling of being a burden any time soon if he ever does because it becomes so ingrained in your worldview and the way you interpret other people's behavior. i like the way this line is phrased (i know its a translation but still) because it alludes to him feeling that he is capable of being loved, it'll be hard but not impossible.
"but if you don't want to put up with me anymore, that's alright. i get you"
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remember how i just said i think he now believes he's lovable... well actually i still mean it. he's been constantly told and shown how his behaviour and mentality are hard to deal with, like he thinks his existence is so burdensome it killed his own mother BUT he now knows sand is different. he won't blame sand for not wanting to deal with him, he's always been aware of his shortcomings but can now honestly address the effect his actions have on others, and at the same time he knows that its possible to care for him.
this is why i think sand is his motivation for going to rehab, he's shown ray what is possible for him in ways no one else before sand has.
"but please know this"
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there is something so special about the impact sand has had on ray that i think goes beyond their relationship. sand made ray see the value in having a future, in being loved, in being happy. in episode 8 ray tells sand that he's finally happy when they spend time together, and it may seem like he's repeating it here but again this sand is imaginary. he's not saying this to get sand to answer his texts or hang out with him. he's imagining his reason for wanting to recover from addiction. like the weight this scene carries at least triples for me everytime i remember sand isn't really there. this was such a beautiful choice to make imo like ray saying these things to sand would probably be good for their relationship but it wouldn't have the same impact on ray's character arc.
my conclusion is once again don't know why i rambled on besides, ray as character was manufactured in a lab to drive me insane. like i've triggered my mood disorder twice over the course of watching this show but i wouldn't take it back for even a second. i love ray, i love what we've seen of his mentality and backstory, i love that we're seeing him making the decision to address his addiction, i go numb with the thought of where his arc will go next, but i especially love seeing everyone come together to scream about this character that means so much to me (not at all subtle reference to the fact i've read hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone by @jgyapologism what three? times now) anyway hope we all continue to scream about him this week. 🫡🫡
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xekstrin · 6 months
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ok I have to- I've been sort of loosely paying attention to arknights, mostly in that "some of these people have cool outfits and swords that are on fire, hell yeah" sort of way, but the brand demands I ask: why do some of them have halos? are we just supposed to sort of go with it or is it like a Thing?
Oh you especially might go nuts about it but those characters are called Sankta, and they are literally angels chosen by (their) god, called Law.
When a sankta child says their first word, i believe, their halo and wings appear. Every one has a slightly distinct pattern for them but they are real physical items that literally glow
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and impede wearing hats (not that that stops Outcast from wearing a cowboy hat)
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And most if not all of them have guns because guns are sacred and angels/Law invented them, as far as I know
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And they have a patron firearm that they carry around with them, a special gun that is like both an extension of and proof of their status as a person chosen by god.
Sankta are all connected to each other by a force called Empathy— they can read each others emotions and sometimes their thoughts. For whatever reason this makes most sankta COMPLETELY unhinged, as explosions are a common occurrence and everybody is shooting their guns constantly. I can only assume this is because they understand each other near-perfectly, so someone’s justification for setting off an explosion makes total sense. But they sometimes come across as sociopathic to outsiders because a lot of them don’t give a shit about / can’t connect to anyone outside their empathy.
It’s also why Mostima (who lost her halo’s glow and started growing black horns and lost her connection to Empathy) is treated so poorly for being a fallen sankta, and why Lemuen forgives the other sankta who shot her even though it left her wheelchair bound.
Fiametta here (in red hair) is justifiably angry and confused by this instant forgiveness— they understand why the other angel did it, but she doesn’t and she never will
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It’s also so that when a funeral is being held, sometimes every sankta in the world is paralyzed by the grief of it
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I probably missed something but that’s the gist of it
Oh and spoilers, but Law is a supercomputer hidden in the basement of the Pope’s quarters in the Vatican City.
So while it isn’t explicitly stated as far as i know, this to me says that “empathy” is actually a kind of linked network that connects sankta via the “halos” which are really more like wifi routers or satellites.
The pope has a gun too (seen on the bottom left)
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And he loves sugar and sweets like all sankta too
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yeoosaangg · 6 months
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Everytime || Kinktober - Day 6
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pairing ▸ kang yeosang × f!reader
now playing ▸ everytime - ariana grande
⤷ ❝you get high and call on the regular, i get weak and fall like a teenager.❞
genre ▸ college au, exes to fwb, smut
warnings ▸ public sex, multiple orgasms, spanking, fingering
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This was not a normal party. You read the conditions sent to you by your friend.
This specific party was hosted by another college's fraternity representatives. You wonder what went through their minds when coming up with such a concept.
This was basically an orgy.
You still dressed the part, or lack there of. A white, long-sleeved crop top adorned with a black mini skirt that hung just underneath your ass. You are not wearing any panties - they were just gonna come off anyway.
The apparent bouncer let's you in, but not without smacking your ass as you walk by.
On a normal day, you'd kick him where the sun don't shine. But his behavior was expected at these kinds of parties.
You're also there to get fucked by anyone. You need to forget about your ex that dumped you two weeks ago.
He told you you weren't able to satisfy him in bed, leaving you heartbroken. He broke it off to go and sleep with other women.
You attending this party was a step in gaining that confidence back that he took from you that night.
You walk into a room, already seeing lots of people having sex. Everyone was naked and sweaty, moaning out their pleasures.
You make your way into a different part of the house, seeing multiple girls getting ate out on the kitchen counter.
A guy that was seemingly watching over everyone spots you, inviting you over to him.
?: You new to these types of parties?
Y/n: Yeah... That obvious?
?: The clothes gave it away. You can put them in this bag and get them back later.
Y/n: Thanks.
He gave you a huge permanent marker, setting your things into a cabinet. You make sure to remember which one if you plan on getting out of there.
?: I'm Sunwoo, by the way.
You introduce yourself as he helps you onto the counter. He spreads your legs, looking at you in silent permission.
You nod, giving him the go-ahead.
His lips wrap around your clit, making you arch into his mouth. He licks up and down your folds, giving you such a euphoric orgasm.
He just continues devouring your pussy, feeling your legs wrap around his head.
Your eyes flutter open, proving to be a mistake. You lock eyes with a very angry Yeosang, your ex-boyfriend.
But he has no right to be angry. He broke up with you and said you were terrible at it. He's probably been with multiple girls since then!
You smirk, pushing Sunwoo further into your pussy. His tongue fucks into your cunt, making you cum again.
He takes a breather, cheek against your thigh.
Sunwoo: You've loosened up now, I suggest you go find someone to dick you down. I've got to check on the other party guests.
You smile and nod, thanking him for helping you feel more comfortable with this sort of thing. You walk out, trying to avoid your ex-boyfriend, but it was no use.
Yeosang: What the fuck are you doing here?
Y/n: Did you fucking follow me? If you must know, I'm here to get railed.
Yeosang: No the fuck you're not. Grab your shit, we're leaving.
Y/n: Fuck off. You look like you're here for the same reason. So just go away and let me have sex.
Yeosang: No one here can satisfy you but me.
You scoff, pushing him off of you. The audacity of him to say that after what he did?
Y/n: You're a fucking hypocritical asshole! You broke up with me and said I couldn't satisfy you sexually. Now you're acting jealous after some guy ate me out better than you?
You huff, feeling absolutely annoyed by the man standing in front of you.
He grabs your arms, pinning them above your head. His eyes glare into yours, his dick pressing up into your cunt.
Yeosang: No one is better than me.
Y/n: Keep lying to yourself. His tongue made me cum faster than you ever did.
Yeosang: I miss you.
What the fuck?
Is he on drugs? Because his mood swings are all over the place.
His face buries itself into your neck, trailing kisses on your skin.
Y/n: You broke up with me.
Yeosang: Because I was scared. I've never had someone I craved more than you. I was always the fuckboy, not one for commitment. Until you.
Bullshit.
Yeosang: So I decided it was better to break up with you, that it didn't matter if you to hated me.
Y/n: I don't believe you.
Yeosang: I swear, princess. I've never touched another girl since I met you.
You want to believe him, but he broke your trust completely. He destroyed your confidence when it came to intimacy.
Y/n: I can't.
Yeosang: Let me show you how much I love you, baby. Please?
His stupid and sexy face... You sigh, leaning your head to the side so he can have access to your neck.
He does this everytime he hurts your feelings. He apologizes, makes you feel so loved, only to hurt you again. But you give in because you love him.
He starts trailing hickeys along your neck and collarbones. Goosebumps form on your skin as his tongue laps over your nipple.
Y/n: Please.
He smirks, using his middle finger to rub circles on your clit. You moan loudly, but no one bats an eye. They're too busy getting dicked down to pay attention to you.
The fact that you're in front of people, naked and having sex, gives you an excitement like no other. It's not too public, but the idea that it could very well be was intoxicating.
Yeosang: Should've punched that dude in the face. Touching my girl and making you cum. Had fun having another guy's tongue in your cunt?
You moan, nodding your head. You wanted to push your ex's buttons for hurting you.
Y/n: Made me feel good.
He starts to brutally finger you, making you scream.
Yeosang: Wrong fucking answer, love.
You whine, feeling another orgasm threatening to rip you apart. The feeling never came, Yeosang having pulled his fingers out.
Y/n: Why!
Yeosang: You're being a bad girl. You deserve to be punished.
Y/n: No, I'll be good. Promise.
Yeosang: Too late, princess.
He drags you down the hallway and into a bedroom. Three other couples were having such nasty sex, it made your pussy throb.
You want that right now.
Yeosang pulls you over his lap, hand caressing your ass. You whimper and wiggle your ass in anticipation. You call this a funishment rather than a punishment.
Yeosang: You better fucking count.
You nod, yelping at the first hard smack on your right ass cheek.
Y/n: One.
Another harsh smack, but onto your left ass cheek.
Y/n: Two.
The cycle kept going until you got to thirty spankings. Tears stream down your face, ass burning from the impact of his hand.
Yeosang: Don't act like you hated that. I can see your pussy dripping.
You bite down on your bottom lip when two of his fingers slide into you with ease. He uses his free hand to massage your red marks.
Y/n: Faster. Wanna cum.
He gives you what you want since you've done good to take your form of punishment.
You squirt all over his fingers, humming as you finally get to orgasm.
Yeosang: Sit on this fucking cock, love.
You sit up, straddling him while aligning his cock to your hole. You sink down, cunt swallowing him in perfectly.
He grips your waist, guiding you up and down his cock.
You scream and moan, arms wrapping around his neck. You pull him to a kiss, biting his bottom lip.
You match his rhythm, bouncing on his dick with such desperation. His moans fill your ear, egging you on to move your hips faster.
You bury your head in his neck, biting down while you cum again. He continues to pound into you, chasing his own orgasm.
Y/n: Gimme.
He chuckles, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
Your eyes roll back, feeling overstimulated as his cock pumps into you again and again.
Y/n: Tummy fuzzy.
Yeosang kisses all over your face, giving you permission to cum. He spills into you, staying inside your warm pussy as you catch your breaths.
Y/n: S'Good. More please.
Yeosang: So cock hungry. As you wish, love.
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a/n: i'm in love with this man. thanks for reading ‹𝟹
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nobody-nexus · 1 month
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Ragatha Theory I Have
Okay so I'm as sick as a dog right now, so instead of art I shall give you a long rambling of a Ragatha theory I had that I wanted to share. Something I've noticed is that it's presumed that Ragatha and Kinger are friends. I suspect that's because they've been there the longest out of the group, so they know one another the best. But then that mixed with the fact that Pomni's not going to be as insane/frantic like in the first episode, it got me to thinking... Was Ragatha ALWAYS this nice or did she change?
Now I have no evidence for this aside from some small fun facts and Ragatha's personality- but to me Ragatha seems like someone who is clearly filled with some sort of guilt. Something that she wishes to fix, but she can't undo. That mixed with the fact that she's toxically positive and lies to stop conflict, it's making me think that it's almost like she doesn't want history to repeat itself, and that's more so than just abstraction. It also feels like she's almost trying to fill some sort of void in the group's dynamic. One that she perhaps has a need to fill? Now of course this mixed with the thing with Kinger doesn't particularly make sense UNTIL one person comes to mind: Queenie
Now here's the REAL theory: What if Ragatha did something in the past that caused Queenie to abstract, and now she's trying to fill her place out of guilt? Something that interested me was Ragatha's quickness to get annoyed/angered at Jax for the comment with the centipede. Of course I'd be angry too, but if she was USED to this, she wouldn't have exploded so quickly as she did, not even hiding it. I think that THIS is Ragatha's true personality. Someone who's quick to tell and even quicker to upset. Whether this is because of her behaving outside of the digital circus or because it's her slowly losing herself is really up to you. Now, take THAT into consideration when I give the idea of Queenie being a more mother figure to the group. Since presumably her and Kinger would've been similar ages, it makes sense that she'd take this role perhaps for the familiarity of it
Ragatha, first joining in, probably wasn't all that nice. Could you blame her? She's missing most of her fingers, an eye, and her feet. She's the most humanoid out of group at this moment if you consider the previous people crossed out on the doors. But yet she's still WRONG. So, with this confusion, it could've led to anger, and anger leading to bursting out, etc. I think Queenie did her best to try and help, but nothing worked. She wasn't an asshole or anything, but she was very dense and very hard to communicate with. Of course, Ragatha HERSELF wouldn't be the ONLY reason, but perhaps a catalyst into eventual Abstraction
Now here the doll is, having the only person that probably was okay around her gone because of HER actions. Why wouldn't she feel guilty? Kinger's gone mad and the only voice of reasoning in the group was now basically dead. So Ragatha tries to turn a new leaf. She tries to be positive, take people under her wing, tries to HELP them as best she can- but her toxic negativity flipped into toxic positivity. She takes any pain she gets, she lies, and yet she tries to stop conflict because of this guilt- THIS PAIN of being the reason someone's gone
If could also describe why Ragatha is seemingly Jax's biggest target. Now, I'm not going to sit here and say it's for any "good" reason- Gooseworx has confirmed he gets WORSE, so I personally think that he bullies her because it's an advantage he has. Like power tripping, Jax knows about her lack of power and how she's trying to change, and here he is abusing it for personal gain. Because he won't get in trouble aside from some angry yelling, right? I suspect THIS is why Gooseworx apologized to the Bunnydoll shippers. Because their dynamic is power tripping-based bullying. Also, she's probably friends with Kinger as a way to give Kinger someone to talk to since Queenie probably was the only one who DID hear him, and now it's Ragatha filling the void. She lost one, she can't lose another
In the end though, this IS just a theory. I could be 100% wrong and not in the right direction, but it's fun to speculate anyway. Hope you liked this lil theory of mine with like no evidence backing it up lol
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1. Why do you like or dislike this character? - Percy and/or Keyleth?
I like both of them, so:
I like Percy for the surface reasons of intelligence and witty comebacks and the general Taliesin Jaffe Arrogant Guy Is Confidently Wrong About Many Things reasons, but more specifically I like how incredibly aware he is of social structures and doesn't dismiss them as stupid or fake or meaningless just because he is aware how much artifice is involved. I love how much he validates Vex in this, as someone who's been on the other side of that social divide most of her life and who knows she "shouldn't" care but does, deeply. It would be so easy for him to say "look, titles are stupid and fake, I should know, I have one," but instead he says "no, I see what this means to you, because yes it's all an accident of birth and yes it is kind of stupid and fake, but it's also the reason why you lived rough for your teens and early 20s, and you are not silly for wanting this security." I also think he's a great exploration of guilt and of someone who has a lot of complicated feelings from the gods but does value their counsel; we don't get a lot of characters with that sort of nuance. His scene with the Raven Queen remains a standout for me and for all he can be melodramatic and obnoxious at times, he is also like 25, traumatized, and should be at the club. I think the question he answers (why would someone invent the gun) is an interesting one, and I think the way that his story ends up with the obvious inevitable happening and yet he still finds happiness is unexpected and wonderful to see.
I like Keyleth for a lot of reasons people will probably be annoyed about, which is...she is annoying. Annoying women: may we know them, may we be them, and may we raise them. Anyway, I think her terror of doing the wrong thing at the cost of doing anything sets up a fantastic arc for someone who is expected to become a leader. I admire how she knows she's not the most eloquent and is scared of her responsibilities but does not back down from speaking up when she disagrees with the party. I like how she's perhaps the only example of lifespan angst that is actually portrayed as making a lot of sense, especially since she is also extremely young (probably shouldn't be at the club given the bar crawling results. She should be at ZooLights and have like, one cider.) I think in general her fears are incredibly real and make sense for the character and shape her, and that's not something you see portrayed with this amount of depth very often. I stuck with the VM-era portrayal of Percy but I will say I especially love how Keyleth is portrayed in Campaign 3, because Percy hasn't changed a ton in adulthood, merely mellowed out a little, but Keyleth very much has as she's grown in confidence, as she was only at the beginning of that during the Campaign. I think her relationship with Vax is incredibly good for both of them; her sense of belonging to a place and his ability to support. I do like that she gets angry, especially after so much time being insecure, but I feel much has been made of her anger and I don't have a ton to add there, and also while I like that she is angry and expresses it, there are other characters I gravitate to for that specifically. Also I have incredible respect for her having to take on a much bigger magical burden than expected; I have said this before but my longest-running character was in a campaign where the player playing sorcerer switched to ranger, and the cleric left, leaving me as the only full caster and primary healer (though thankfully we got a baller paladin shortly after). The fact that Keyleth had to, and could, be whatever the party needed mechanically was a godsend. I know VM died a lot but they would have died like 20 times more without her and Scanlan and especially without her.
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l0cal-catb0y · 5 months
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Hero!Ghoap x God!Reader brainrot
this is mainly about ghoap cuz i didnt focus on them in the first post and they deserve love too!! and i wanna add backstory :33 based off this post i made and i think i want them to be childhood friends!! (its one of my favorite tropes im sorry </3)
once again this is just word vomit !! not my best but it must be shared :DD but also!! let me know if you have any ideas for what reader should be the god of cuz i really have no ideas and i wanna add more details to them!!
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definingly have the vibe they would've meet by running into each other playing in a field when they were very young and just ended up sticking together. simon found comfort in johnny's presence and just sort of started following him everywhere he went with johnny just completely okay with dragging this boy around cuz!! he gets to have fun with his friend!! :DD sadly though they have to have reason to become fighters for plot reasons </33 their village gets destroyed, burnt and looted with few survivors left. theyre both distraught and angry with johnny openly wanting to track down the people behind the attack and fuck them up (simon too but hes silent about it) maybe johnny starts getting ready to start that hunt without telling anyone but simon can just read him perfectly and just pulls him aside to tell him that he's coming too.
I feel like along their hunt they would stop and take care of anyone that were causing issues, probably with just small trouble makers but as they become stronger and more experienced they deal with whole gangs of people (they end up getting the names ghost and soap along the way somehow) they become more renowned for their strength and victories that even cities far off know them!! im thinking the group that destroyed their village became an army and overconfident to the point of disrespecting the gods (probably not all but definitely some big ones) so when ghost and soap become bigger names they are given the upperhand with the backing of the gods who wish to put the group back into place. they basically get to the level of demigods !!
romance wise though,,, giggles,,, somewhere along their journey after a hard fight they would confess while patching each other up, the concern for each other far outweighing the fear of rejection <33 the gentle touch of making sure theyre still there and the whispers of love would be so soft after they know its a mutual love omg. their routines change a little afterwards too!! like simon giving johnny little trinkets to have in his pockets (probably something handmade when he cant sleep) and johnny braiding part of simon's hair before a fight (maybe he braids a piece of simon's hair into his own braid and his hair into simon's?)
I don't think they would actively worship one particular god? they would give offerings every so often as thanks for the blessing or in hope of getting some luck with something (finding info or just having good weather) but they are mainly on their own for the most part. yes they are favored more than others but it doesnt mean the gods really care about them yknow? they both know theyre just a means to an end for some of them :((
so when you start looking out for them theyre both just :OO you actually care about them outside of what they can do!! you help them with small things!! your watching eyes comfort simon when he cant sleep!! you guide johnny to peaceful areas for him to relax and draw at!! you send your associated animal to keep watch if they ever both crash after a fight!! they start to add stuff to their routines that relate to you in some way :33 making crafts of your symbols and having one with them for "good luck" or making a small spot for you at every camp they make or talking to you (aka the open air of your spot) about their plans and what they wanna do next!!
idk man brainrot and lack of sleep are getting to me!! im going to rotate these two in this au in my head for the next month ^-^
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I like to think that it takes a but before Wukong and DBK end up having a much needed conversation about Wukong's pregnancy and the reasons he'd kept it hidden. They didn't hold off on it until Revenge of the Spider Queen, but I don't think Wukong was exactly eager to talk about it.
I also think that Wukong ought to have had some hidden resentment not even he had been aware of at the fact his big brother, who definitely is the sort to swear he'd protect Wukong no matter what despite Wukong not needing it, hadn't been able to keep his promise when it came to Wukong's capture, torture, and imprisonment. Being thrown into a Furnace for nearly 50 years and then buried under a mountain for 500 more isn't exactly something you just 'get over', and that's just a small part of what Heaven had done to Wukong. Like... he doesn't blame DBK because there's no way he could have known... but also DBK had broken his promise to keep his baby brother safe and presumably the first interaction they had after Wukong was freed by the mountain was presumably DBK asking Wukong for help with his toddler son who was hurting himself with a power he could not control and Wukong was probably hurt by that. And he was definitely hurt by the fight they later had.
Basically, there's a lot of bad stuff that happened with the journey and the events that led up to it and I think Wukong was suppressing a lot of that trauma, and it came out in ways he didn't really notice. Part of that comes to a head during their first heart to heart when DBK is told why Wukong had kept the fact he was pregnant a secret. He still didn't know exactly how long he was pregnant, that it was indeed during the Journey and not something that came about after it, but he knows Wukong had been pregnant when he was sealed under the mountain and Wukong had knowingly kept that from him. The rest of that only came out while they were in the web, which onky served to infuriate DBK even more because he'd thought he'd HAD this conversation with Wukong already and he comes to find out that Wukong had kept even more from him.
Basically it be like,
DBK: Why are you being so secretive about this? A child is amazing!
Wukong: There's a reason I don't want this getting out, DBK! Could you imagine what would happen if work got out that the 'Great Sun Wukong' was pregnant and vulnerable!? What would the Jade Court do!? The thousands of enemies I've made over the years!? I'd be lucky if they didn't start lining up at my door to try to take advantage!
DBK: I would have protected you! You're my little brother, you could've have told me!
Wukong: Oh, like you protected me so well during the war when I got thrown in a Furnace and trapped under a mountain!
Silence, as Wukong realized what he said, and that he hadn't meant to say that aloud. He'd thought he'd gotten over that tbh.
Another thing to consider;
Wukong also missed out on 500 years of life back when he was captured. 500 years of being unable to make amends with his mate. 500 years unable to defend his people from the Fires and the hunters.
And DBK spent all that time free, married, getting invited to parties, and generally having a life while his younger brother rotted under that mountain.
From Wukong's perspective, DBK forgot about his little brother. And that def stirs up some resentment once the two reunite after DBK's release.
But the full truth is even uglier than that.
As Sun Wukong and DBK's arguing escalates, I can see DBK finally breaking down into tears.
DBK: "I wanted to save you xiandi! I truly did! Azure and the others claimed you a traitor but I Knew you would never surrender without cause!" Wukong, angry tears: "Then why didn't you try freeing me from the Furnance?! Did you just sit around for all of those 49 days!?" DBK, voice raising accidentally: "IF I DID THEY WERE GOING TO KILL TIESHAN!" *covers mouth in shock* (The room goes silent. A long-held secret having just been revealed. As if the demon king had expended all his magic to break a verbal geas/spell that had tormented him for centuries) Wukong: "...t-they? Who's they?" DBK, shaking with tears and anger: "Many. Not just Heaven... if I moved to help or defend you in any way they'd... they threatened to... "take away what I had conquered". They treatened it long before you even surrendered to the Emperor." Wukong: "Wh-who? Who would threaten that? Who knew you'd defend me even if I had surrendered-" *goes quiet at a realisation left unsaid* "No..." DBK, eyes saddened: "Yes." Wukong, now angry-crying: "But... why?!" DBK, unsure himself: "I believe... some of them suspected that it wasn't truly Heaven we would have surrendered for. We are too much alike in many ways..." Wukong, taking in a deep breath: "The Emperor he'd- He said he'd- I'm sorry..." DBK: "I know he threatened to take Liu'er away from you. Anyone with a brain could deduce that." Wukong: *nods mournfully* DBK: *deep sigh* "I suppose I could have at least visited you... buddha knows Macaque did." Wukong: "Wait, you know about that?" DBK: "Of course! He visited your mountain nearly every year on the dot. Mostly to plant peach trees and sunflowers in the soil outside and pray for your swift release. Odds are he did not reveal himself due to your falling out- Xiandi are you ok!?" Wukong, realising that Macaque still loved him even then: "NO!!!!"
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I love emotionally tormenting these characters. >:3
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okay i'm gonna be very frustrated and angry probably but none of this is directed at you guys i promise!!! i'm just!!!! upset!!!!!!!!!! (tagging you so you see this emily!! 💕 @thesparrow1996 )
let me start off by saying i am not a book purist by any means, but when visual media is being made from a book, i would like it to, at the very least, be telling the same story and that isn't what happened here. it wasn't even telling the same story as the first film in the series.
in the last film, it seemed pretty apparent that paul's visions were going to become a reality and then in this one they Sort Of did that, but Not Really but that isn't even my biggest gripe with it. my biggest gripe is that the last film was telling the story of the book and this film was telling a different story altogether.
my other issue is how chani's character was completely changed. and think is probably because i've been obsessed with her character and the lovestory between her and paul (which is CENTRAL TO THE PLOT OF THE WHOLE SERIES BTW) since i first discovered dune when i was in high school.
in the book, she's supporting paul. she agrees with everything he's doing. she and the fremen all support him because the fact that the bene gesserit are controlling things from the shadows is NOT!!!!! a well known thing!! in fact no one knows that except the bene gesserit!!! OF WHICH CHANI IS CANONICALLY ONE!!!!!! (and even then the bene gesserit are very much a 'knowledge divided' kind of people so no one knows everything about the society) she and irulan are literally narrative foils!!!! like the entire reason i made this web weave was because of how much i fucking LOVE chani's storyline, and because i really love how it shows even the most well meaning of people can fall into the trap of doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. but i suppose it makes less sense to anyone else who hasn't read the book because they also entirely erased the existence of paul's first son.
in the books, paul has a son before he has his twins and that son is murdered by the very last of the harkonnens in a last ditch effort to erase the atreides bloodline. before this, paul is refusing to take the water of life because he has a family and he doesn't want to jeopardize that!! after his son is murdered, he takes the water of life, so he can enact revenge on the harkonnens and start his holy war. by then, he his so distraught that he really doesn't care if his visions become a reality and, while they tried to do this with the destruction of sietch tabr in this film, it does not have anywhere NEAR the same emotional impact because of how it was done (without paul really ever spending any significant time among the people there).
also, as you can imagine, i've got an issue with how they leave this film especially since this isn't even really the full first book and chani and paul's lovestory seems to not be anywhere near as central to the main plot as it is in the books.
all of this is an issue if they want to make further films because they've literally wrecked the storyline with this film. as i said: paul and chani's lovestory is central to the plot. everything happens the way that it does because paul is in love with her and treasures her above everything and, without the existence of his son, without him really seeming to truly care about her, the rest of the story is just going to come across as cheap by comparison.
i wouldn't have had as much of a problem with this if they'd started out the last film by steering it in this direction, but they so very much did not do that. this film really feels like denis villenueve was writing his own fix-it fanfic and that's what i hate about it most.
as for things i did enjoy:
everything on geidi prime; the black sun was so fucking cool. i completely forgot that was a thing from the books. i also loved how the fireworks looked like ink blots
stilgar!!! he's not really like that in the books, but i didn't even care bc it was genuinely funny and i had a good time whenever he was onscreen.
the way chani refused to bow to paul because they're supposed to be equals (you deserve so much better, babygirl, i'm so so sorry for what they've done to your story)
florence pugh did exactly what i thought she would and made me like irulan a WHOLE lot more than i do in the books and the miniseries.
crazy paul and jessica and alia!!! deeply obsessed with their evil family slay
also all the weird family stuff in general, including when feyd and harkonnen made out in front of the whole population of geidi prime
the whole bit with paul learning to ride the sandworm!! that was so fucking good
the part where paul is walking toward rabban out of the fog of the sand on arrakis after he tells muad'dib to come face him. that literally was my fav scene and it was only a few seconds long.
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