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The Hotel Podcast Season 3 Analysis: Part 4 - The Hotel Herself
Today, we'll start to wrap up anything left to cover for the Owner's arc, then dig some more into the Hotel Herself, her character, and her relation to the Staff.
I have little in the way of fancy preamble this time, except for that I'll consider this my big treatise on the character of the Hotel Herself and I will be discussing more than just her presence in Season 3. I really can't talk about her without getting into...everywhen and where else.
This is also the longest post in the series, at 8 full pages long. Not that much longer than the other posts, I guess, but it feels long to me. Take breaks if ya gotta. Here's some links to Part I - The Manager, Part II - The Lobby Boy, and Part III - The Owner.
It is a joy for me to write this up and to share it with you. If you read even a little bit, I'm grateful. If you read all of it, I'll be over the moon. So I thank you very kindly for your time :-)
Let's get into it with 3.10 In Which We Burn. This episode is about both of them, all of them really. This is where we start to get into that whole, 'interconnectedness of the self within the Hotel' thing I put a pin in before. Strap in for the ride.
The Owner begins again in the void. There is nothingness all around him, yet he wanders forward to somewhere, something he can't quite perceive yet with only a vague idea of what he's going to do:
I would know if I was going the wrong way. Returning from somewhere to somewhere. I don't know where I'm going, but I know how to get there. I think there's someone there already. I think I'm going to kill them. No, that's not quite right. That's not it. But it's all I can think of as I walk thru endless endless nothing. "I'm going somewhere. Someone is there. Someone to kill." Over and over I repeat the words, trying to make them make sense. Trying to find the parts that stick out in sharp directions. Like a mountain crag that needs weathered down by time to dust.
...There's that mountain again. This is a version of the Owner reforming after his last death, one that strikes me as prototypal, almost. He exists in the void for what's implied to be a long time and seemingly has no memory yet of the previous episodes events? He has no memory of...anything. Just him and the endless darkness.
I think that the Hotel is forming him slowly here. Experiencing through him. The Owner doesn't fully exist yet, he's still baking in the metaphorical oven. Without any memory or experience besides the void, she seeps through into him as he fumbles for something.
"I'm going somewhere. Someone is there. Someone to kill."
Consider the creature versions of the Staff ala season 2 or 5, how they seem to have foggy memories that slip away until they settle into being whatever monster of the week they're going to be. This feels the same way to me. Compare the above line with the following from early on in 2.3 Mr Heavy Bones:
Something in me, not me, something separate, needs to kill them.
I also want to point out not just the similarity of those two lines, but how said lines could easily refer to the Hotel herself. Hear me out - If I wanted to describe how the Hotel operates in as succinct a way as possible, it'd be something like the above! Someone is there, somewhere. Someone to kill, someone needs to be killed...
He approaches, or perhaps the lobby approaches him as it comes into view. He's disoriented, the ceiling and the floors mixed up and everything is going by too fast, he's completely disconnected from the sense of time and space of the Hotel's shape. In a flash, he remembers and is immediately reset again. The Hotel instructs:
Watch it again. And pay attention this time.
On it boss!
The music has changed to The Hotel Herself's theme, Cosmic Heartbeat, and continues to play as the Owner goes through another run. The perspective is slowly starting to shift - although we're still seeing through the Owner's narrative eyes, understanding is on the horizon. The Owner goes again and looks at the Manager.
THE OWNER: She's already been killed. Is that what was sticking out? Is that what I needed to weather? I don't think so. I don't believe it, but I do as I'm told. Dying isn't easier the second time. THE HOTEL: (Yyyyyyyyou've) You've died much more than that. You've died again, and again, and again and again. Here comes another one, don't miss it or we'll have to start over.
She's responding not just to his words, but to his own internal narration. The line between them gets a tiny bit blurred, line by line ;)
So, then, if it's not the Manager he needs to see, maybe the Manager's murderer? He takes note of the gibbering creature, starts to remember more but the Hotel grows a bit frustrated with him. The Owner's not quite picking up on everything yet.
So we go back again for another round and the Owner grows more harried. With each death he sounds more and more ragged and I have to give huge props to Graham Rowat. Like I said last post, his performance as the Owner is always wonderful but this episode in particular has always stuck out to me as a high point. The Owner sounds so desperate here, so battered. He's lost and in pain and so afraid of dying yet still trying so hard...
He goes through again, makes it past the Manager and the gibbering creature and sees the Lobby Boy cowering in the corner. He's so overcome with disgust at the Lobby Boy he loses sight of what he's supposed to be understanding and the Hotel kills him again. He's getting lost in the details, not paying attention to the bigger picture. He needs to see beyond himself.
THE HOTEL: We have nothing but time here. (here here h e r e) Time (time time time) and pain(pain), if you want it. I already understand (everything)everything(everythgibber) WINGS FLAP THE OWNER: PLEASE! No more! THE HOTEL: But you don't understand yet. (don't don't don't understand yet ) Until you have an understanding you will receive only pain and time. AGAIN!
There's a bit of implication that this goes on for longer than just the exchanges we get in the episode. Now can see that the screams of his that echoed throughout the season, such as at the very very beginning and on the second floor, were the result of him witnessing these events again and again from his own jumbled perspective. I picture the Owner in my mind's eye falling, hurtling upside down through the Hotel, flying through time and space at Her direction.
I also want to talk a bit about the Hotel's part in these exchanges, and on her broader relationship with the Owner. To my understanding, official word on season 3 is that it's the Hotel experiencing her own origin like a memory, but because time, self, etc. aren't separate concepts for Her, it's experienced in this weird distorted kinda way. But nevertheless, she is here, experiencing all of this alongside the Staff and alongside the audience. She's watching and reliving these events and the Owner seems to be a sort of...Dante, almost? Sort of. He's there to watch with her.
What is the Owner's role through most of the series? His very title the Owner is superfluous because he very obviously doesn't own anything. He has no authority whatsoever, only the costume of it. He holds the threat of replacement over the heads of the Manager and Lobby Boy, but he can't actually do anything to them. The only time he tries to do something during season 4, he gets his ass handed to him just as much as he beats the Lobby Boy. He has no real authority over the guests – he certainly scares them, but he doesn't build the rooms or check them in.
What is he tasked with doing, then? He is to observe the proceedings of the Hotel, observe the guests and the Staff, and file reports to the Hotel. Again, he has no meaningful authority. His reports are meaningless in terms of running the Hotel. She can and does do whatever she wants regardless of what he has to say or think about the matter. So what purpose does he serve to her? This is what drives the Owner fucking bonkers in a 'constant accumulating dosage of radiation over time' type of way. It's the main reason he has such a hangup about not being insignificant, it fuels his hatred (read: JEALOUSY) of the Lobby Boy, it's why he makes it his business to shout at everybody else for not doing their jobs right, it's why he breaks down in season 4, I could go on.
For her, his reports may not have a purpose vis-a-vis hotel operations, but that's not the point. He's her confidant, her right hand. To him, that's an ideal he must constantly strive to live up to and fulfill. To her, she enjoys the company. Someone to watch it all with her. The Owner is so different from her in temperament that in his unique position, I think he gives her fresh perspective, a way of seeing things from different angles. I'd offer this excerpt from 4.8 AJ, Taylor, and Wayne:
I know he wants to understand though, the Owner, for me. He's such a sweetie. Always thinking of me. He wants to do a good job on his "reports". I like his reports, I like hearing about his day, and hearing about the staff, and how they like it, and how he likes it, and if I can do anything to make it better for everyone. I can, of course. Heh, I can do anything.
In 4.11 The Owner - V she tells him:
Now wait just a damn minute. I know you don't like my Lobby Boy, but you have got to get it together. The floor staff are absolutely necessary to running the day to day, but you and I are supposed to support them, drive them forward to new fantastic heights!
The Owner responds, then the Hotel responds:
They were! They are! But it's you and me, kid. I really thought you and I were gonna be able to work together more closely on this. And it's supposed to be fun! You may be like them, one of them but when you come here you're on my level. I elevate you to singular significance, even if it is just to chat.
I know those are long excerpts, but I feel they're necessary here. The Manager and the Lobby Boy have each other. They improve each other and work well together. I strongly feel that their interactions fuel their character growths. The Hotel sees the Owner as the Lobby Boy to her Manager. It's the two of them, working together! He's beneath her, of course, everyone is, that's just how it goes. But they're a team!
The Owner very much doesn't see it this way. He conceptualizes himself entirely from his place in the hierarchy, his title as The Owner. He is above the other Staff and exists to further Her will. He's so god damned worried about running everything that he cannot see past this through to what the Hotel actually wants - his company. The Owner ties himself up in knots partly due to his internally and externally imposed isolation from the Staff. I wouldn't say it made the Owner the way he is, he did just kinda come out of the box like that, but it absolutely exacerbates his issues in a feedback loop. It drives the Hotel mad because she can't understand this. For all she says she understands everything, she struggles to get why the Owner gets so wound up. Something something divorce core or what have you.
...That, um. Got away from me a little bit.
Anyway.
Aaaall of that is to say, if the Owner isn't there to actively affect things, then he must be there to watch. That's been his role, to me, from all of his season 1 episodes to now. His role here, in season 3 specifically, is to watch and learn. And She watches through him, watches him watch, and he is the vehicle through which she makes meaning of Herself all over again through new eyes. Ties it all together.
[More could be said on this about this being the Owner's on-boarding - the exact word he uses to describe this later on in 4.11. But if I start up again I don't know where I'll stop so I need to move on for now.]
The Owner's arc is pretty much done here anyhow. He goes around again and eventually he starts to understand. Starts to! He sees himself in the Manager's place, dead on the floor. He sees himself as the Lobby Boy, cowering in the corner. He sees himself as the gibbering creature.
You're so close to understanding.
THE OWNER: No. No! As the lobby passes I see my own reflection at my feet. The Hotel begins pulsing rhythmically. THE MANAGER (echoing): I see her standing here in the void, fear carved into her face. THE LOBBY BOY (echoing): I see him, and the fear turns into awful understanding. THE OWNER (echoing): Killer and killed. Predator and predated. Ashes to ashes.
The Owner becomes them all one by one, and they, in death, become each other. Cycle through being each other, it seems. Here is the moment of understanding. They are all one in the same. None of them are separate from or above death. They are not separate from the Hotel – they are the Hotel, split into distinct parts which are separate yes, but inextricable from Her. A long silence passes before:
THE HOTEL: The mountain has been weathered. Do you see? MANAGER/LOBBY BOY/OWNER: Yes. THE HOTEL: My will. My purpose. You kill for me. MANAGER/LOBBY BOY/OWNER: Yes. THE HOTEL: You die for me. MANAGER/LOBBY BOY/OWNER: Yes. THE HOTEL: Darkness is the universes natural state. MANAGER/LOBBY BOY/OWNER: We are the light, one and separate, existing briefly, extinguished and anguished. THE HOTEL: Now, at the end, our work can begin. Front desk bell DINGS.
AaaaaAAAAA!!!!! AAAAAH!!! THIS. THIS IS MY TOP FAVORITE SEQUENCE IN THE PODCAST EVER. This is what got me. I already liked the series since I'd made it up to this point, but this is what made it feel special to me. The timewarp end-beginning stuff, the interconnected self, the cosmic nature and presence of the Hotel Herself, all of it resonated somewhere deep in me. This contextualizes the entire thing for me in one line I think about Frequently:
Darkness is the universe's natural state.
That is why I honed in so hard on the light/dark fire/death imagery. The implication that darkness, void, nothingness, death - that all of that is a resting point. The light is an aberration, something new and anomalous which exists for a time before resetting back to default.
The way I picture the Hotel is as a cosmic entity of, well. Cosmic proportions. Too vast to comprehend on a meaningful level. She's not the representation of death in general, she's simply a part of the universe that embodies some of the void. The space between.
After all, a hotel is a place between where you started and where you want to go, isn't it? You go there, you stay there, you leave there. A candle is lit, it burns, it dies. Leaving only cold, empty darkness behind.
It's the inherent contradiction that makes the Hotel Herself in my mind. She exists as an entity, yet is as a void. Symbolically representative of death, yet she contains life and light within her in the form of the guests and the Staff. From her void, she Becomes in infinite fractalling, spiralling shapes. Hotels and lobbies and rooms and doors. Something from an underlying nothing.
Note, I don't mean the terms 'empty' 'void' and 'nothing' as derogatory. She is not hollow (though she does contain hollows). In terms of symbolism, 'nothing' is as much Something as 'something' is. It's like...In art, you have negative space. It's defined by being the absence of something. The interplay of negative and positive space creates the artwork. That's what I'm getting at with the light/dark stuff here.
Another food for thought: How about 'light' in terms of seeing, or perception? Not only does the Hotel take on infinitely many forms in shape, but she also influences and manipulates how she is perceived. The guests, Staff, and New Crew all perceive the Hotel differently - I made a post about this subject a while ago that you can read, even! [That post is outdated now re: the New Crew stuff at the end, but I thought it worth including anyway.]
Incidentally, I think the Hotel does have trouble seeing back at the Staff. She knows them inside and out, don't get me wrong, and she can twist them any way she chooses. But they have gotten out of her grasp before. Her tensions with the Manager and the Owner in season 4 come to mind, she has trouble seeing things from their perspective and vice versa. The Hotel is above them, and that is its own position with its own perspective. The limitless is, ironically, limited.
Now let's talk about the Mountain.
The mountain has been weathered. Do you see?
It's the most predominant recurring motif of the season alongside the fire. I consider it complementary and even entwined with the fire. Firstly, on its own, I consider it to represent structure. The mountain is at once something to be scaled and something to be weathered. In both (contradictory) cases, it is playing within space. The painting process, as opposed to the proverbial color palette.
It directly represents the structure of the Hotel as, like, a hotel - the Staff's roles each represent a floor. The Manager is the lobby, the entryway, the ground/first floor. This is why she has to be the one to search for the place the Hotel will be in the forest, why she has to introduce the season and the series (she opens season 1, too!) while the Lobby Boy is already just kinda...there when his turn comes up.
Second floor is the guest floor, a horizontally infinite maze of hotel rooms, hallways and doors. This is the midpoint, the journey from life to death. Of course, the deaths don't have to happen here, but many do. This floor is a role of its own. It exists dedicated to this purpose. Then, there's the third floor. A dark office that is at once a void yet also filled with paperwork, desks, computers, so on. As I write this, I realize I said all this in the last post so I won't drag this out.
Point is, as we ascend, we zoom out more. The lobby is only ever the lobby. It's a personal, one-on-one entryway. The second floor is broader – there are many rooms for many guests. Only one may check in on a given night, but since time works differently here, all the guests are already there and already dying and already dead etc etc. The third office overlooks the floors beneath it, overseeing not just the guests but the Staff, too. What's above the third floor? Darkness.
These correspond directly to the Staff's roles and we've had PLENTY going on across this season that makes those connections as well. The Manager in 3.2 Hammering Bones experiencing the building of the Hotel first-person style or the Lobby Boy's whole thing kind of tying him to the burning rooms, for example.
[Stray thought: If I wanted to get real artsy with it I could talk about the hierarchy here not just a physical building structure and corporate structure, but also as structure of the human body - Starting from the ground, standing firm as the Manager does, going up to the hands which build, to eyes that watch, to the brain that is. well. everything. But thaaaaaat's leaning a bit too into my own personal projections as I see barely any canon basis for this so. Take or leave at your discretion. I just adore symbolic trios.]
Form and light. Mass and shape. The Hotel as a tiered yet deeply interconnected structure containing fire and light that exists in service of snuffing out the fires that enter her. Do you see my vision here?
Weathering the mountain is grinding down 'something' into 'nothing.'
When the Staff have all been weathered, they are Her again.
There's a little bit more to the ending of this episode, echoes of the old Managers, Lobby Boys, Owners, ending with:
THE HOTEL: …We hope you enjoyed your stay with us. Your Hotel for the night. We hope you'll enjoy all your nights with us. THE MANAGER/LOBBY BOY/OWNER/HOTEL: WELCOME! The Hotel theme plays over credits.
This is a lovely ending to the season and I like it very much. I apologize that I don't have much to say about it beyond that, I just got so lost in the symbolism sauce back there.
I still have more to talk about, actually, while I'm still here. Before I spoil and rot in this text post. It's been 7 long pages now but there's still work to be done before the skin sloughs off my bones. Because in all my talking about the Hotel as she exists, her how and her form and all that, I never really talked about the Hotel Herself, did I?
Maybe I did a little, here and there, but that's just not enough for me. The Hotel Herself is such a character and while she's always been here in this season, yes, we don't get a lot of her directly. And there are still questions that might arise from the whole 'the Hotel is also the Staff and they are all each other' thing that need answering.
Namely, why would she do this in the first place?
[Well, aside from the whole 'well there wouldn't be a story at all otherwise' thing]
The Hotel exists as. ah. the Hotel. Like I said earlier, she chooses that form for Herself, that's who and what she is! A hotel is that positive space 'something' and it has a structure, a prescription just like the archetypes of the Owner, the Manager, and the Lobby Boy do. She has many variations, from a cabin to a rental home, to a dingy roadside motel to the fanciest most elaborate 5 star resort, but these are all her own kind of instancing as defined in my previous post. The only difference is that she, at the highest level, exists simultaneously as all of these instances at once and thus has an eternal awareness of Herself that the Staff do not.
I draw a distinction between the Hotel Herself and Madam Hotel because of this. To me they are NOT interchangeable. Madam Hotel is a specific instance, a specific form that is her, but not all of her. Not fully. She seems more...cloudy, I suppose, as Madam Hotel. Everything is all new to her. Existing in a human body is new to her, seeing things from this perspective is new to her, and she lacks the cosmic clarity of the Hotel Herself in her vast endless entirety.
Still, she retains the same personality. And I really, really want to talk about the Hotel's personality. She's so fun!
She is endlessly curious, always excited for novelty. She likes watching the lights inside her twinkle and interact just as much as she likes putting them out. ALL of it is wonderful fun to her. There's an infectious enthusiasm about her in her season 4 narrations, where we see her fully in her element as Herself. Some excerpts:
[Stretching noise] MMMMMMMM-MM! Sometimes you just have to stretch out and take up some space, am I right? And we have THREE guests tonight! THREE! They aren't getting a room though, so I thought it would be okay to to relax a little, let it all hang out. Well, let some of it hang out, anyway. Really explore the notion of unwinding. My lobby is still rooted firmly, I mean we do have to meet the guests halfway you know. But tonight I just let myself unspool up and up and up and up up up up [giggles] ohhh it's really almost just like doodling. Filling in the fiddly-bits with scrabbly brick and twisted metal and I'm even experimenting with the windows tonight. Kind of greasy and yellow, I don't know, stained with nicotine or some other poison. Just one of those little subtle touches that's more for me than the guests. They don't notice almost anything. Sillies. They just see me as a normal old building, red carpet under an awning.
[4.8 AJ, Taylor, and Wayne]
I lay down, lounging on the side of a very green and bushy highway by an airport. I'm the kinda place people go when they don't have anywhere else to go. Or don't want anyone to know where they went. I fill my dull yellow paint with cracks, for character. The staff barely even have uniforms here, and they look pretty rough themselves. Gotta look the part, right? I put the Lobby Boy's Supply Closet around back this time. The lobby is pretty small, but the fresh air will do him good.
[4.11 The Owner - V]
Look at how much FUN she's having being herself!!!!!! I love her so much!!!! Each instance is an experiment and exploration in self-creation. Okay, hang on, let me have one more. I know the bonus episodes aren't canon, but The Garden has stuck in my interpretation of the Hotel Herself since it aired, let me have this.
My hands shoved knuckle deep into the cool, dark soil of the universe. I flex my digits and churn it into a place something could grow. I plant seeds there and nurture them best I can with water and food and little lights. There are things that live down there that suck up mud and chew on slime and help it all flourish. It's an entire ecosystem. Carefully balanced and tended too. I don't know anything about plants or gardening so I have to make up the rules as I'm figuring them out.
I won't rehash the whole episode but the whole thing really gets across that she is at once the garden and the gardener, every single part. The metaphor of the garden, of growing plants and flowers and hoping for the best, figuring it out as you go, feels SO in-line with what we see of her in the main episodes.
Back to my point, the Staff are integral parts of the Hotel. How could you have a Hotel without Staff to run it? They are instruments whose tones and timbres affect the sound of the night's composition.
They are her, but they are also themselves, too. The reason they can individuate is to allow for new variations, new shapes and forms, a new angle to look from or new idea to explore. I realize this paragraph runs the risk of getting meta very very quickly but I don't know how else to explain my thoughts here. In-universe, the Hotel Herself made these constructs, but if they were all the same, they'd be only darkness!
It at once excites and frustrates her when their tensions come to a head. She tries to bond with the Manager and the two ABSOLUTELY DO NOT see eye to...eye...The Owner goes completely off the rails in his breakdown. Even the Lobby Boy sides with the Manager and is starting to show signs now of getting a backbone.
The Hotel takes on her own roles, then, in responding to them. Becomes at once the workplace and the workplace CEO who is so obscenely rich they are effectively disconnected from reality and consequently the people working at the company. She is the matriarch of the family, for all of the good and bad that entails in her dynamic with the Manager. [This is why I kinda took the punishment angle in the first post of this analysis series. I don't view it that way anymore, not fully, but I feel this is an important part of their relationship as it currently stands.]
Through it all, even then, the constant push and pull is part of the fun! The contradictions, the interplay of something and nothing...I feel like I'm starting to repeat myself. On the one hand, I feel like I have so, so much more to say that I didn't even scratch the surface of yet. On the other...I feel like I've said the same things three times over.
Fitting, sure. But I'll have to end this post at some point. I'm getting tired. My vision is blurring. And on the metaphorical side, something something turning into a pile of rotten flesh on the floor something something.
One last, laaaast thing for now: I've gone over the cycle, the endless loop, the endlessness, all that good stuff. But the Hotel Herself also has linearity of her own. She goes from an it, from the Powers That Be, distant and impossible to understand, to the Hotel Herself, present and full of verve and energy and personality. She revisits her origin, but from a perspective of herself in time in which she already understands everything.
She's always been here, and all that. I just find that really poignant and I wanted to get into it more but couldn't find alllll the words I wanted.
I'd love to keep writing more stuff like this, it's been an absolute blast for me. Reading the transcripts, listening to the episodes, getting my little snippets in the word doc and writing about them...I hope you've enjoyed reading my work just as much. Like I said at the top, it means a lot even if you just, like, skimmed through. Thank you so much for your time and have a good one :-)
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bbq-potato-chip · 5 months
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HI HAI HOPE IM NOT TOO LATE FOR TH ASK GAME BUT ✨ your silly lil green guy. yknow the one. ulquiorra. please please tell me about him ive been spectating from afar and i need to know abt him so bad. as silly or as serious as you want, say anything, ijust wanna hear abt him from a certified Appreciator(tm). be free :]
Aaaaaag!!!!! SHAKING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH !!!!
At last I am enabled HE IS MY FUNNY LITTLE GREEN GUY AND I LOVE HIM I am honored to be chosen as a certified appreciatior ANYWAY SO UM let me just explain like. What he is rlly quick because there are so many different types of guys in the whole bleach world
you have humans, who live in the world of the living and souls (dead people) who also live in the world of the living and then you have hollows which are like corrupted souls that the soul reapers gotta defeat to get them to love on to the next life (which is in the soul society)(the soul reapers also live there)(the soul reapers are also dead people)(it’s like a whole reincarnation thing)
the hollows live in this other dimension called hueco mundo they look like this (the guy on the left- hollows are more “monster-y” looking whereas arrancars are more human looking but they still have the holes where their hearts should be-hence the term hollow)
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So these guys called arrancars (that’s what ulquiorra is!!!) they’re hollows that have been modified to be kind of…like a cross between a soul reaper and hollows because they have swords (soul reaper thing) but are also hollows. Basically like. You have a bear and your like let me give that bear a gun. Like that. The main antagonist is responsible for all that for reasons™️ but that’s a whole other thing in it of itself. But yeah he’s like an an evil henchmen.
but onto greater, more important things
ok completely on a surface level his charcter design is like. 10/10
I don’t know much abt charcter design but since his colors are limited he really like stands out (it’s part of the reason why I think kny characters have such good designs because they stick to the two main color plus accent color)
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He’s mostly black n white with accents with green which is just so striking and the green tear makeup is just *chefs kiss* PLUS the combination of the traditional Japanese hakufu pants combined with the almost (not rlly sure how to put it) like European tail coat kind of deal he’s got going on really is such an interesting combination of two different cultural fashions. Ichigo (the guy on the right) has kind of a similar deal going on with the pants and the more western looking tuxedo looking deal and they’re design are supposed to Parallel each other for thematic reasons but PERSONALLY I think ulquiorra does it way better . But idk Maybe I’m biased!!
And there’s his other powered up forms which are just so cool
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He’s so edgy. I love him this slaps so hard I cannot deny he’s so creaturecore
ok so now. Plot stuff
so basically his whole deal is that he’s a nihilist. Throughout his appearance he’s always like oooh nothing matters I don’t care blah blah blah despite the fact that he has emo make up. He does NOT put the emotion in emo. (Which, at least my impression of emo is about wearing emotions on your sleeve. I don’t know much abt emo as like a whole but if anyone has any like critique on my definition please let me know I’d love to learn more) My man is emo in style but is like yeah whatever I don’t feel emotions I don’t have a heart I’m not human don’t think of me as a human I’m a logical emotionless creature yadayada.
it’s such an interesting design choice to me because it really highlights how…hypocritical his worldview is. As the story goes on you can see his whole nothing matters deal kind of crack, towards his finally battle we see him get angry and surprised and then (spoiler alert) love right before he dies.
And you really can’t talk about ulquiorra without talking about orihime.
orihime was kidnapped basically by orders of the main antagonist because she has powers that he needs for reasons™️. It’s kind of a long explanation why so I’ll just leave it at that. But the whole reason Orihime is there was because she loves her friends, and she goes over to the side of the enemy because she didn’t want her friends to get hurt (basically the “bad guys” were like come with us or we’ll kill your friends and she was like. Well I guess I have to go because I love my friends) which is like the complete opposite of ulquiorra because he’s all like whatever friendship love and bonds are all bull. But as he interacts with her he gets (upset?curious? Not sure of the wording) about what it means to have a heart (or a bond with another person really). I just love how as we move through the arc we see him gradually more humanized, partly as a result of orihime being all like. You’re wrong things DO matter but also because he IS human in a way.
specifically there’s a scene in his backstory one shot where orihime catches him sleeping and brings him food and it just shows that yeah maybe he’s not technically a regular guy but he gets sleepy and needs a little snack!!! He’s grumpy about it but I just love how it portrays him in such a different way than we usually get to see him. (He’s embarrassed he’s so funny. “Ooooh I take naps and eat snacks 🙄so embarrassing” He’s so silly)
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As he talks to orihime throughout this arc he gets CLOSER to understanding as his whole nothing matters deal keeps getting shut down by her when he tries to convince her that nothing matters. But he really doesn’t GET it until right before his death when he realizes what “the heart” is. Because orihime showed him humanity and kindness he’s like oooohhhh I get it now. But at the last second which just is so…cries
anyway. He finally realizes what it means to care about something as he dies and it’s so tragic because this is the first time he’s ever felt anything and now he’s going to die reaching out to her. It’s probably THE most tragic anime scene I’ve ever watched it kills me literally Everytime I watch it screaming crying throwing up. You know the deal!!!
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Then after that whole arc is finished the author published this art . And look at him. He’s so silly look at him
Anyway. *does jazz hands 👐 * that’s my guy!!!
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Also!!! Fun facts(tm)
-Ulquiorras name was based off of Spanish architect and the castle that he lives in is based off of abstract Spanish architecture . Which I just think is really neat
-His birthday is on December 1!!!
-i just think he’s neat!!!
Anyway thank you so much for the ask I am so sorry this took forever to respond to I jus have SO many thoughts and typing on my phone takes FOREVER anyway I hope I did him justice!!!
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macrocosmic-star · 2 years
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What attracted u to meteor in the first place? Is there anything about the trailers that endeared u, for example? Smth else?
Questions to Kuro about Meteor!
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Definitely the first trailer! Once it dropped, I was floored, completely in love with the Hyuran boy. I had never played an MMORPG before but I was willing to try it solely for him. I remember fawning over the box art at the stores. Somehow, I was intrigued. His design was simple but beautiful to me and I quickly developed a story for him (the father and clan thing). Once I could finally play the game, I was completely invested in him and I wished we'd have cinematics inside that included his design (but that would be unfair for the other players I suppose lmao). I guess I don't really have an answer? It feels like he'd be an underdog if he wasn't the WoL and that almost always attracts me. He's not this force, even though he has the power to be. He is imperfect, he is not always right, he's not always going to win. I like the simple characters or the side characters usually, AND the way he seemed so determined and slightly disturbed, like there's something pulling him into the story even though he's so simple made him so intriguing and mysterious, even though he didn't seem to purposefully hide. I don't know I guess he was the perfect recipe for me and then they kept using him (I'm so glad for that) and upgrading him and he just keeps getting better and better. Plus, you can see a lot of his attitude and way of life with just the trailers. It's like you can make his whole story, but at the same time, your perspective might not be the same as the next person. He has a lot of potential, he can be molded to so many routes and still feel authentic.
I also really like what they did with all the trailers, he has so much development and maybe I can summarize what I love from them:
1.0 showed you who he was, an adventurer in search for coin, pulled in by a higher power, by fate maybe. (They showed you he had visions too I guess?) Also how proficient he was, a team player. The scene with him drenched.... chef's kiss, it's my favorite there. 2.0 showed you what would come to disturb him, the struggle, an impasse and how he got saved to then move to a new adventure. His memories fuzzy and gone, again, he was an adventurer in search for coin. I love him battling and then disappearing and the chocobo scene at the end. 3.0 his frustration and eventual determination as he saw how Dragoons fought against dragons. He could restart and become better. THAT SCENE WHEN HE WALKS PUTTING HIS ARMOR ON ALWAYS GETS ME AAAH IT'S SO GOOD! 4.0 a little bit of his fun side training with Lyse and I the strength and grounded attitude he's gained with the Samurai scene, pretty nice. I like the monk parts the most because I'm biased and I adore monk and he looks like he's having the time of his life up there. 5.0 SUCH IRRITATION, SUCH FRUSTRATION! They show him having these strong emotions, this fatigue, the echo disturbance, the trauma, the ANGER and how everything else is failing... The fact that he has to look to the dark to prevail, it's SO GOOD, ALL OF THIS IS AMAZING! OH AND THE SAMURAI SCENE WITH ZENOS WITH THE ZOOM TO HIS EYE AAAAAAH SO GOOD. AND HIS CHANGE TO WARRIOR OF DARKNESS, THE LOOK UAAAAAAH 6.0 SO HEROIC, YET SO VILLAINY, SO... SO CALM AND COLLECTED, SO STRONG. I love all of it... He's tired, but he's determined. He's not fucking around at all, his eyes are on the prize and that's the peace and safety of the star. The walk at the start, defending the twins and the end with him turning heroically, it's like he made it... he turned into the heroic warrior he's dreamed of... but at what cost?
I went on a tangent there, but... TL:DR I just think he's neat lmao! He's not OP, he always seems down-to-earth, that's the type of protagonist I want. I don't want the always strong, always right character, it's not attractive to me at all. I love the concept of him, he's perfectly imperfect.
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doggirldong · 10 months
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awwwwww, dumb doggy wants to be embarrassed? alright, how bout this: what are ur thoughts on piss?
hehehe bark! Piss can be really hot, but i don't think I like it enough for it to be a main kink but it's like a great side kink :3 Like the difference between being someone's urinal, and being pissed on to be claimed and fucked by a hot werewolf
or by teasing someone for too long and they can't hold it any longer (which i think is technically different kink but similar boat)
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writing-wh0re · 3 months
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AAAAH, I just saw you posting your prompts and your requests are open. I don’t know if you write them together or individually, but if you can (or if you can’t but you can write for one of them), could you do Fred and George with a Smutty prompt #3?
All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.
George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley
Word Count: 6,167 - I had so much fun writing this
Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Female Performing Oral, Daddy Kink, Slight Choking Kink, Slight Slapping Kink (if you squint), Praise Kink, Slight Degration, Slight Breeding Kink, Spanking Kink. Slight cum kink. Use of pet names.
Basically its a very kinky smut and there's actually plot - look at me go.
A/n: Sorry I have been inactive, life am I right? But I'm getting a desk setup completed so I will be more fequent! I hope. I apologise for this being long, but I truly had so much fun writing this request. My love for the twins is reigniting. I will be fixing up my taglist as well / making a library blog for posts. I have written this smut differently to how I have in the past, let me know if you'd like a part 2!
Merry Christmas x
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Hogwarts was quiet the closer it got to Christmas, snow was gently falling and the gusts of wind were freezing. Most students went home for Christmas but this year was different for you. Your parents had decided to take a trip to get away from the wizarding world for a few months with no real timeline of coming back, it was something that shocked you but also didn’t surprise you. 
Fred and George had decided to not rush home right away, debating on whether or not to ask you to join them at the Weasley house for Christmas, not really sure of what your relationship was, if it was anything other than lust and desire. 
“You can’t sit alone in the common room for weeks, it’s Christmas.” George grumbled slouching down on the couch beside you.
“I’ll be fine, honestly, I have so many books I can read.” You gestured to the pile of books on the table that you had acquired from the library. “You two should head home, I’m almost certain your mum has made your favourite foods.” 
Fred smiles at the mention of his mum and her tradition of making something for everyone to enjoy. 
“You can come with us, we have a spare room and I’m sure mum would be overjoyed to finally meet our best friend.” 
Best friend
Although not untrue the word still seemed to pang your heart with disappointment. An on and off hook up to them doesn’t mean the same thing it does to you and that was something you were coming to terms with. 
Fred and George sensed the hesitation on you after Fred had dropped the best friend title, it was something they were yet to discuss with you, were you just best friends who fooled around? Or were you also wanting something more that you could all figure out together over time. 
“I don’t want to impose, you’ll have such a full house, isn’t Bill in the guest room this year?” 
George smirks, you do listen to every word they say. 
“What Freddie is saying is there will be a spare bed somewhere, we have two in our room and the couch downstairs, I’m sure something can be sorted.” 
“Mum already thinks you’re coming so hurry up and pack your things.” 
Your mouth falls open at Fred’s revelation, your eyes flick to George who smirks. 
“Go on, we leave in fifteen minutes.”
“I feel like there wasn’t much of a choice in this matter.” 
The twins chuckle as you pack your things up and run up to your dorm, searching your room for a bag to pack things into you. 
You quickly rush out of your dorm, running into the twins as you look up at them. Their eyes wander your face, a blush creeping up your neck. 
You look down at the floor, before George places his hand under your chin.
“Everything okay baby?”
Baby. 
You weren't quite sure how a simple nickname could make your stomach flip and your body tingle, but it did, especially coming for George and Fred. 
“Uh, um.” Your mind is foggy, unsure what you were originally rushing for. The twins smirk, sharing a quick look before your face lights up, having remembered what you wanted to ask. 
“How long are we gone for?”
“We will be coming back the week before term starts.”
“But we can come back earlier if you’d like.” 
“So three weeks?”
The twins nod as you spin and walk back into your dorm, them following behind you. You walk back and forth from your closet to your bed, where the twins have decided to lounge while you pack. Finding outfits is easy, finding lingerie works out to be a little harder under the gaze of the men on your bed. 
You quickly open your dresser draw, looking over the various colours of lace and matching sets. Quickly you grab a hand full and shove it into your bag, closing your dresser and zipping the bag closed. 
“Darling, you dropped something.” George whispers, moving past you and bending down to pick up your dark red G-string, blush creeps up your face, your stomach filling with butterflies as George passes the material to Fred who simply places it in your bag and rezips it. 
Your mind continues to rush, a million thoughts racing through your brain as the twins share a smirk before grabbing your bag from the bed. 
“C’mon love.” Fred holds your bag as he walks out of your dorm, George follows closely behind his eyes looking you up and down, sending a swift wink your way before holding his hand out, an invitation to take his. Which you do, almost embarrassingly fast. 
George squeezes your hand and pulls you along with him to follow Fred. 
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After a few days at the Weasley home, you started to feel settled and a part of the family. Harry had joined the household on the same day as you, making you feel not so alone in the imposing feeling. No one was surprised to see you, they were excited to have another friend along for the celebration. Molly had made you feel so at home, hugging you when you first arrived, a feeling of warmth and comfort washing over you within her embrace. 
Over the past few days, Molly had shown you how to bake a few of her signature recipes, she had even gone as far as asking what your favourite food was, setting herself a goal of creating it for you come Christmas Eve. 
Being one day out from Christmas, Molly didn’t want to be disturbed in the kitchen, she needed her space and stated that everyone should go outside to play a friendly game of Quidditch, she emphasised the word ‘friendly’ mainly at the twins. 
So you sat on your broom beside Harry, waiting for everyone who was playing to fly into the air. 
“Have you played before?” Harry asks curiously, not knowing much about you, himself being two years younger. 
“Yeah, but I'm definitely not a pro.” You laugh as Harry smiles, looking out at the Weasley family. 
“I think they’re going to kick our ass.” 
“Oh without a doubt.” 
You and Harry share a smile, your eyes wandering to the golden ball, clearly not the shiny golden snitch but definitely close. The quaffle and bludgers fly through the air with a woosh sound, everyone going into game mode. You and Harry nod at each other, both taking the role of seekers before rushing into the air in search of the ‘snitch’. 
Within a matter of seconds the twins are behind you, chasing after you. You fly past the duo, diving down behind Harry who seems to have his eye on the golden ball. You quickly look over your shoulder, the twins hot on your ass. You notice the golden ball dancing between the twins. A smirk dances across your lips as you fly up higher just outside of the quidditch pitch, pulling up on your broom as the twins fly past you. They stop and look back at you as you flash them your bare tits. Both of them go wide eyed as you hold the golden ball between your hands, pulling your sweater back down. 
“Later losers” 
You turn your broom around, wiggling your ass as you dive down to the grass. 
“We won!” You scream, Ginny, Bill and Ron rush down to you, pulling you into a hug and cheering for your team as the rest of the players come to the ground. 
You make brief eye contact with the twins, a darkness in their eyes but clapping for your victory nonetheless. 
“Lunch is ready! C’mon darlings before the storm comes.” Molly gestures for everyone to come inside as you opt to help clean the game up, the twins staying behind with you. 
You bend down to pick up the spare brooms, your ass brushing against George’s crotch, your eyes locking onto Fred and sending him a wink. 
Fred stands in front of you, shielding you from the view of the house, George holding your hips, pulling you against his chest. Fred caresses your cheek, his head shaking. 
“Do that one more time and we’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone.” 
Your breathing hitches, your eyes never leaving Fred as he hooks one finger into the collar of your sweater, looking down at your bare tits. George slips one hand up into your sweater, groping your boob as you whimper, a shiver runs over your body at his cold finger tips. The fear of getting caught creeps up, a slight wetness running to your core. Fred tilts your head to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly. 
The twins smirk pulling away from you like nothing happened and begin grabbing the game equipment. 
They walk towards the home, not once turning back to look at you. Thunder rumbles through the sky as you quickly rush inside, not wanting to be left out in the oncoming storm. 
“There you are sweet girl, would you prefer peach or lemon tea?” Molly asks sweetly, smiling at you before worry washes over her. Molly places her hands on your cheeks and a slight frown on her face. 
“Y/n, honey you look flushed, are you okay?”
You heart hammers in your chest, those fucking twins. 
“I’m okay Molly, the wind just gets to me sometimes.” You smile, reassuring her as she pulls you into a warm embrace. You make eye contact with the twins, smug smirks on their face. 
“You tell me if you need anything, now, lemon or peach?” 
You nod at Molly, deciding on lemon tea before squeezing in between Fred and George at the table, conveniently the only spot left. You spin the pasta around the fork, thankful for a warm meal. Your body tenses slightly, feeling both Fred and George place a hand on your thighs. Both of them grab and squeeze the flesh, involuntarily rocking your hips at their touch. You quickly catch yourself, continuing to eat while the twins trace shapes and grip your skin. 
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Not much continued to happen yesterday and today had mainly been taken up by Ginny and Molly asking for help with wrapping gifts, a cheeky idea coming into your mind as you pocketed a bit of red ribbon. 
Tonight was the big Christmas Eve feast, Mr Weasley had finished work early and everyone was told, multiple times, that dinner would be served at 7pm, not a minute over. Molly hadn’t made lunch today, wanting everyone to wait with anticipation for her multitude of amazing dishes, a favourite created for everyone in the home, including yourself and Harry. You had simply asked for baked honey carrots, which judging by the smell of honey filling the home, Molly had delivered. 
“Thank you girls, go get comfy while I finish up dinner.” Molly smiled, kissing Ginny’s head before ushering us away from the table so she could set it accordingly. 
“I’m going for a quick shower.” Ginny states rushing up the stairs in front of you. You duck into the twins room, looking over George’s messy bed and Fred’s mattress on the floor, thankful that you could share a room with them but lucky enough to score Fred’s bed. 
“Mum loves you.” I jump slightly at George's words not noticing him behind me. I smile, falling backwards on Fred’s bed. 
“I love her, she feels like home when she hugs you.” I whisper as George hums in agreement. 
Fred walks into the room, his hair dripping and a towel around his waist. I sit up slightly, resting on my elbows, my eyes shamelessly dragging over his toned body. 
“My eyes are here baby.” 
That fucking nickname.
“Oh I’m well aware.” I whisper, looking over at George quickly. “Remind me, do you look like that?” 
George smirks, pulling his shirt over his head, his body just as toned as Fred’s. 
I bite my lip, looking between the two shirtless twins. 
“Noted.” 
Fred locks the door behind him, resting against it. George stands from his bed, nodding at his brother before pulling me closer to the edge by my ankles.
“We’re sick of this game love.” 
“We know you want us.”
“Fuck, we want you.”
“That shit you pulled during the game.”
“Dangerous.”
“Slutty.”
“Showing off what’s ours to the whole family.” 
My breath hitches at their words, looking up at both of them towering over me on the bed. 
“I’m yours?”
The twins smirk, George leans down, his thumb brushing against my lip. 
“Should we remind you?”
“It’s been a long time, baby.”
“We forget what you feel like.”
“Sound like.” 
They emphasise their words by groping at your body. Your body tingles, wetness pooling between your thighs. 
Fred feels your pocket, pulling out the red ribbon with a smile. George smirks, tilting his head at me. 
“Are you our Christmas gift?” 
You open and close your mouth, simply nodding as they chuckle. 
“Don’t be shy, baby.”
“Yes.” You whisper, watching their every move. 
George smiles, leaning down and pulling you up from the bed, your chest against his, your back against Fred’s. 
“How lucky are we Freddie.” 
“Extremely.” Fred whispers, his hands gripping your ass. 
George leans down to your lips, his lips hovering over mine, your breath mixing as my eyes flick from his to his lips. 
“Please.” You whimper. 
George closes the distance between you, your lips moulding against each other. Fred kisses along your neck and shoulder, sucking on your weak spot as you moan into George’s mouth, allowing for his tongue to twirl with yours. 
“Be quiet baby.” George whispers as Fred captures your lips, his kiss just as soft as George, savouring every swipe of your tongue against each other. George’s hands slip under your sweater, a groan falling from his lips at your lack of bra, twisting your nipples. 
“Fuck daddy.” You whisper, both of the twins stopping briefly, as George grabs your hair pulling your face to him. 
“Say that again.”
“Daddy.” You whimper, your lips pouting, Fred moans, his hands spanking your ass.
“We’re going to ruin you.” 
Before anything more can happen you hear Molly shout up the stairs, letting you know dinner is served. 
“Fuck.” The three of you say in unison, the boys pull away from your body. Fred rushes around the room for clothing as George puts his sweater back on. 
George smirks at you, tapping your ass and nodding towards your hair. 
“Might want to fix that baby.”
“Don’t want everyone to know you’re our little slut.” Fred winks, both of them slipping out of the room, their footsteps bouncing down the stairs. 
Your fingers brush against your lips, a slight tingle against the flesh from their kisses. A smirk forming on your face, thankful for the last few minutes, a step in the direction you crave. 
After you fix your hair,you quickly bounce down the stairs, thankful you're not the last one as Harry and Ron rush in behind you.  
“Sit, sit dear.” Molly gestures to the space across from the twins, next to Ginny and Harry. You quickly sit as Molly places the last dish on the table. The house smells amazing, a mix of spices and hints of firewood from the stove. 
“Merry Christmas, I love all of you.” Molly smiles, kissing Arthur. “Including you two.” Molly gestures to Harry and yourself as you knock his shoulder, smiling at him. “Please, eat.” 
No one waits for Molly to say it twice, everyone serving themselves. George serves you a pile of honey carrots and Fred places a few roasted potatoes on your plate before continuing to serve themselves. A soft smile falls on your lips, the simple domestic gesture filling your heart, maybe this could work. 
Everyone is quiet while enjoying Molly’s food, the sound of knives and forks clicking together. You catch Molly’s eye as she enjoys watching her family sharing dinner together, only having this occur a few times within the year. Molly catches your eye and winks at you, scrunching her nose and smiling at you before taking a sip out of her wine glass. You smile back at Molly, a warmth washing over you at the small interaction. Your eyes flick to the twins in front of you, both of them almost finished with their meal. A cheeky thought pops into your mind as you shuffle on your seat slightly, dragging your foot up George’s leg. His eyes lock onto yours, he nudges Fred inconspicuously to get his attention before sitting back in his chair, his legs spreading wider as his older brother looks down at the chair quickly. You press your foot into George’s crotch softly noticing his body tense as Fred shakes his head, grabbing his cup and tipping the liquid into his mouth. You drop your foot from George and move it to Fred, not wanting him to feel left out. Fred grabs his napkin, wiping his mouth as he looks over at George and nods. A wordless conversation shared between the two as George smirks. 
“So Y/n and Harry, what subjects are you looking forward to most next year?” Molly asks, butterflies flip in your stomach, feeling like Molly caught you. You quickly drop your foot from Fred causing him to chuckle slightly, George takes a sip from his glass hiding his smirk at your reaction. 
“Defence against the dark arts, I’m sure I don’t have to explain why.” Harry states, causing a small chuckle to fill the air. 
“And Y/n?” Molly smiles. 
“Potions, I’m excited to create a few remedies for different conditions but also to help these two-” You quickly gesture to Fred and George who go wide eyed, you know Molly and Arthur don’t know about their ‘jokes’ yet but why not keep them on their toes. “With passing the subject. You know they don’t stir their cauldrons, they just expect it to work when you throw things into it.” 
Molly and Arthur chuckle, a smug smirk on your face at the panic you just gave the twins. 
“Oh that explains why their grades for positions are so high, we have you to thank.” Arthur chuckles as you nod, smiling at him. Little does he know, you have them to thank for your grades. 
You pick up your glass, taking a sip of the cinnamon eggnog, freshly made as Molly questions her kids about what they’re most looking forward to. You only half listen, your mind occupied by the pair of redheads in front of you, your mind filled with ideas on what you want to do to them and them to you. Thankfully for such a great break. 
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The night flew by, Molly handed out one gift to her kids, including yourself and Harry. Molly stated it was something to wear for Christmas day breakfast and to not fuss over opening one present early. She asked everyone to open them at the sametime, to which you did and found yourself with a handmade sweater with your first initial on the front, everyone had one. You held the fabric close to yourself, knowing you would hold onto this for the rest of your life. 
Fred and George hadn’t spoken to you since dinner, opting to hangout with their brothers and Harry while you and Ginny gossiped on the couch. Ginny was confiding in you about her crush on Harry and how Dean had been sending her letters since he left for break. You hadn’t noticed when the room dwindled down to just yourself, Ginny and Harry. Upon noticing and remembering what Ginny had said, you excused yourself, leaving the two of them alone which caused Ginny’s cheeks to heat with a rosy blush. 
You quickly went up the staircase, noticing how much quieter the house was the further you climbed. You slip into the twins room, hearing soft snores, noticing Fred’s asleep on the spare mattress on the floor. You look to George’s bed and see it's empty. You can hear the faint running of water, a small idea popping into your head. You walk over to the bathroom, your hand resting on the handle, hoping to god it’s George. You contemplate this gamble for a few seconds, bouncing on your heels slightly before the devil on your shoulder simply says ‘fuck it’ and you turn the handle to the bathroom. 
“Hey, knock-” George pulls the shower curtain across, cutting himself off when he sees you leaning against the now closed bathroom door. A smirk forms on his face as pulls the shower curtain open a little for you, simply waiting. The steam flows outside of the curtain, the mirror foggy and walls wet. You quickly slip out of your clothes, untying your hair and letting it fall. A shiver runs over your body in the damp air and you hurry into the shower, wanting the warm water to cascade over your body. 
George has his head tipped under the shower, leaving his body open to your eyes. You drink in his figure, his toned chest and arms, his semi hard cock and strong legs. The water streams down his skin, small sprinkles covering your body. Wetness slips past your folds, your heart beat picking up, this almost feels wrong without his counterpart. But you know they will talk and you know Fred will be jealous. 
George faces you, dragging his hand down his face to wipe away the water, his eyes linger on your body, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip. 
“What’s Freddie going to say?” 
The mention of his name has butterflies erupting in your stomach. 
“Why don’t you tell him and find out.” 
George smirks at your response, stepping closer to you and pushing you against the side shower wall, the cold tiles resting against your skin as a hiss leaves your lips.
“You’re a cock hungry whore, aren’t you baby?”
Your lips part at his words, simply nodding and leaning up to capture his lips. George pulls away from you tutting as he holds your chin between his fingers. 
“You answer daddy when he asks a question.” 
“Only for you daddy.” 
George chuckles, tilting your face up to his. Small droplets of water fall from his hair and onto your skin. 
“Liar.” He whispers, licking along your bottom lip and taking it between his teeth and pulling the flesh. “You’re a slut for Freddie, and fuck it makes me hard, but tonight you’re mine.” 
You nod your head, a whispered ‘Yes Daddy’ slipping from your lips, your eyes staring into his. His lips lock with yours, his wet hand moving from your chin and tangling in your hair, pulling on the strands. A moan falls into your kiss, your tongues swirling against each other, his free hand holding your hip, pulling your dry body against his. 
“You’ve gotta be quiet baby.” George whispers, his lips kissing down your neck, tongue tracing a line to your boobs. You softly whimper as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the hardened bud. He pulls from your breast with a pop, alternating to the other side, your fingers tracing through his hair, pulling when he bites your nipple. The warm shower water sprinkling your body, the steam filling your lungs as your gasp.
“You’re so beautiful and these tits.” George whispers, grabbing your boobs in his large hands and jiggling the flesh. He sucks on the skin of your cleavage, leaving a red and purple hickey on each one, definitely something to rile up Fred. 
George presses against you, your boobs slip against his wet chest. His lips brush against your ear as you feel his hard cock against you skin. 
“This is all for you.” 
Your moan in response, causing George to place a hand over your mouth. Tutting at you as he shakes his head. He drags his fingertips up and down your thighs, softly tapping against your folds before slipping one finger past. He sucks in a breath at your wetness, pressing his fingers against your clit and looking into your eyes. 
“You’re so good for me, so wet and warm.” 
You nod against his hand that’s still pressed against your lips. His finger starts to swirl around your clit in small circles. Your eyes roll back, a moan vibrating against his hand. 
“I’ve missed this pussy baby.” 
He picks up the pace of his finger on your clit, your legs tense at the feeling of pleasure flowing through you at his actions. George pulls his finger from your clit, placing the digit against his tongue and rubbing it side to side, before his lips encase it. 
“So sweet.” 
If he wasn’t covering your mouth, it would be open in shock. 
“Please.” You beg, whispering against his hand, it is barely audible, he wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t feel your lips move against his skin. 
“Are you begging for me to fuck you against the wall baby?”
His words cause more wetness to flow between your legs. He moves his hand from your lips allowing for you to answer. 
“Please daddy, I’ve missed your cock.” 
George smirks, placing his hand under your right knee and lifting your leg up, his other hand resting under your left arm. 
“I bet you’d say the same fucking thing to Freddie.” 
It’s your time to smirk at his words, nodding softly before you reach down and wrap your hand around his hard cock, tip red and beading with precum. 
“I would, because I’m a whore for you and a slut for him.” You whisper, slowly pumping your hand up and down his dick. George bites his lip, looking down at your hand. You place his cock against your folds, the tip brushes your wet clit causing him to hiss at the contact. You guide him lower to your entrance, angling your hips to allow for him to slide into your velvet walls. 
Both of you sigh in unison at the contact. George keeps his hips still, his lips capturing yours, savouring in the feeling of your walls around his cock. You rock your hips up slightly, a silent beg for movement as he smiles against your lips, pulling his cock from your pussy before plunging deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he finds his rhythm, his cock slips in and out of you, your wetness growing the deeper he thrusts inside of you. His lips are resting against your ear, his low whispered moans and groans echoing in your head. 
“So tight and wet for me.”
“Such a good girl for daddy.” 
Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy has your pussy tightening around him, his praise sending tingles through your body. 
The water of the shower continues to run, it ever so slightly sprinkling you both with droplets. The steam continues to fill the room, the water pressure dropping from being on for so long. 
“Touch your clit for me baby, I’m close and want you to cum first.” 
You slip your hand between your bodies, a moan falling from your lips as you circle your clit, the wetness causing it to slip against your finger. You add another, two now circling your clit and fast to help you reach your high. 
“Look at you, such a whore.” 
You whimper at his words, your pussy tightening causing George to hiss, tilting his head back, his wet hair sticking to his skin as he continues to rock in and out of you. 
“D-don’t stop.” 
Your legs tense, your fingers rubbing your clit faster and George’s lips fall to your neck, kissing the skin and whispering for you to cum. 
“Cover my cock baby.”
Your heart beat picks up, your breath hitching and your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. Your legs tingle and untense; George’s cock continues to slide in and out of you, his pace picking up as he moans in your ear. His mouth falls to your shoulder and bits skin to muffle his moan as his cum spurts, warmth pooling inside of you. 
George pulls away from you, watching his cock pull in and out, covered in a mix of cum. He gently places your leg down, slipping out of your pussy with a hiss. 
“C’mere.” George whispers, pulling you to his chest and kissing your hair. He spins you around, softly placing the warm running water against your cold back, his fingers tracing in your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead, his hands now holding your hips. 
“Let’s get you ready for bed.” 
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You wake up in the morning, a dull ache in your legs from last night. The memory of last night floods your mind, you lift your shirt looking at your boobs beautifully covered in hickeys. 
“I hear you had fun last night.” 
You look over at Fred leaning against the doorway. Your face fills with blush, your eyes quickly flicking to George’s bed as you hear Fred chuckle. 
“George is out with everyone else, mum insisted they hand deliver Christmas cards to the neighbours.” Fred states, closing the door and moving closer to the bed. “And I insisted on letting you rest because you were up late last night and had to make sure you didn’t wake up alone.” 
“Freddie.”
“Nuh-uh, what’s my name baby girl.” 
Your stomach fills with butterflies, watching the eldest twin sit on the bed beside you, his fingers caressing your face. 
“Daddy.”
Fred nods, his hand tilting your chin up, before settling around your throat. Bending down to your lips and whispering against them. 
“That’s better, I bet you called George daddy and I bet you fucking loved it.” 
“I did.” 
You want Fred to be rough, you want him to compete against his brother, you want to be filled with his cum. 
“I hear you’re a slut for me, is that correct?” 
His hand tightens around your throat before releasing softly, dragging his hand down your body and resting it on your boob. 
“Yes daddy, whatever you want me to be.” 
Fred smirks, chuckling at your response. 
“So submissive for me, you wanted to make me jealous didn't you baby?”
He grips your breast, pinching your nipple and dragging his hand down your body, cupping your pussy through your thin pyjama pants.
“You want me to fuck you better than George.”
“Please.” You whimper, your hips rocking up against his hand. 
Fred slaps your pussy through your pants as your hips stop. 
“He was right, you’re a slut for me.” 
You simply nod in response. Fred leans down, his lips ghosting yours. 
“Get on your knees and show me what you want.” 
Within a second he’s pulled away for you, leaning back on the bed and resting against his elbows. You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees in front of him, the wooden floor hard and cold. 
You loop your fingers into Fred’s pants, tugging them down his body along with his underwear. His cock springs free, hitting against his lower stomach. Your mind floods with comparison to George, the thickness and length comparable, a vein running from the base to the tip. You run your tongue along the vein, flattening your tongue against the head of his cock before slipping it past your lips. 
“Fuck.” Fred moans, falling back on the bed, his hands dragging down his face. 
You wrap your hand around the base of his dick, meeting your lips half way, your tongue flicking side to side around his cock. Fred’s fingers lace in your hair, assisting you with bobbing your head up and down, his hips thrusting into your throat. Your eyes water, a few gags filling the air and drool leaking from your mouth. 
“Such a messy baby.” 
Your eyes roll back, moaning around his cock. 
“You didn’t- fuck- suck George’s dick, did you baby.” You shake your head, popping his cock from your lips. 
“Just for you daddy.”
“Mm, just what I wanted to hear.” Fred grabs your face between his hands, kissing your lips sloppily, his tongue rubbing against yours. Your lips are puffy and glistening with spit, his teeth pull at your bottom lip pulling away from you. 
“On the bed baby, ass up for daddy.”
Within an instant you’re standing in front of him, stripping your clothes. Fred stops you before you can lay across the bed, noticing the hickies covering your boobs. 
“Cocky fucker.” Fred groans, spanking your ass in encouragement to get on the bed. 
You lay with your ass in the air, feeling Fred kiss down your back. He reaches your ass, spanking the plump skin, soothing it with a soft kiss to your cheek. His teeth graze the skin, biting and sucking, leaving his mark on your ass. You squeak as he spanks you, his cock dragging up and down your slit, bumping against your clit, your moans filling the air. 
“No one’s home baby, be loud for me.” 
Fred slides deep inside of you, the angle allows for him to brush against your g-spot a moan pulling from your throat. 
“Fuck, I should just stay inside of you, that would drive you crazy, wouldn’t it baby?” 
“Yes daddy, please fuck me.” 
“Mm, what would George say?”
“Fuck, please, fuck me.” 
You push your hips back against his cock, a low groan falling from his lips. 
“Fuck yourself on my cock baby.” Fred encourages, your hips rock back and forth on his cock, wiggling them against him. You pull forward just far enough to leave the tip inside of you before pushing back allowing for him to slip deep inside of you. This causes Fred to grip your hips, starting his own rhythm and thrusting in and out of you. 
“This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it baby?”
You nod against the comforter, your hands gripping the material. 
Fred spanks your ass, his fingers looping your hair around his palm and pulling you up. 
“Answer me.”
“Yes daddy, wanted you to fuck me.” 
“Wanted me to fuck you better than George.” 
You moan at his words, his pace picking up. Both of your moans and heavy breathing fill the air, his grip still tight on your hair. Fred uses his grip to pull you up against his chest, his arm wrapping across your boobs as he bounces you on his cock. 
His lips fall to your ear, using his free hand to rub your clit. 
“Fuck, Freddie.”
Fred chuckles against your ear, his warm breath fanning your neck.
“Scream my name louder baby, I want George to hear.” He pinches your clit, your body jumping in response before he rubs fast circles around the bundle of nerves. You rest your head against his shoulder, lips parted with moans pouring from them. Your pussy tightens around his cock as his dick twitches. 
“You can cum for me baby, I’ve got you.” 
Fred’s grip on your body tightens, his hips rocking into you faster. 
“Daddy, so good.”
He kisses the side of your head, his pace picking up on your clit. He feels you clamp around his cock and your body tense. Your toes curl and your body shivers, cumming around Fred.
“Good girl, good fucking girl.” Fred whispers, the sound of your wetness filling the air as he continues to pound into you. He pushes your torso back onto the bed, holding your ass in his hands and chasing his high. Fred curses and you feel his load shoot inside of you, a few more thrusts and Fred gingerly pulls out of you. 
“Look at you baby.” He whispers, softly caressing your skin. 
You gently roll over onto your back, attempting to catch your breath as Fred rushes around for clothing before disappearing. You hear the front door to the Weasley’s home open close and a chatter fill the air. You heart rate picks up slightly, your body aching and mind blissed out to cover yourself. 
Fred reappears in the bedroom with a warm towel between his hands. Within a moment later George is sliding through the door. His eyes darkening when they land on you, legs spread and pussy dripping with his brother's cum. The twins share a look as Fred throws the towel to George who stalks over to you. 
“Such a pretty baby, our little cum slut.” George whispers, his eyes fixated on your pussy. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of George slipping his fingers inside of you. George pulls his fingers from you, a mix of cum sticking to his flesh. You grab George’s wrist, pulling his hand to your mouth, dragging your tongue up his fingers, sucking the mix of cum, your moan vibrating around his fingers. Your eyes lock with the younger twin, a smile present on both of their faces. 
“We’re so lucky Freddie.”
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pushingboi · 6 months
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I take a deep breath as a contraction rolls through my body. Creeping upwards from my dilating cervix to the top of my belly is a pain that feels like it radiates through my whole body. I focus everything on breathing through it as you gently massage my sides, slowly rubbing your hands over my side, my belly and my back. You can feel the pressure hardening my overfull womb, every muscle contracting over my distended belly. I sway my hips, feeling the worst parts of the pressure alleviate as I move. "Fuck," I mouth.
You trace your hands over the front of my belly, so big you can hardly wrap your arms around the widest part. The fine, dark hair trailing a path from my pubes to my chest is stretched thin over the bump.
Inside, the baby fidgets, cramped, impatient and overdue. It kicks, not a gentle fluttering, but a frustrated squirming, beating the top of my uterus with its heels. "I know, baby. I know." I sigh, meeting the kicks with firm pressure from my fingers, hoping it can feel me. "It's squeezing me too."
I lean into your warmth, smiling, and inspect my beautiful voluptuous belly with pride, feeling as one with the flourishing life growing inside my womb. Despite the ache I'm filled with so much bliss and love and life, embracing the feeling of fullness for the last time as our baby is about to be born.
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I breathe through contraction after contraction, persevering through the labour. Slowly the intensity increases, the pain increases, and I become more and more frantic and feral as instinct consumes sense.
The pain is constant now. There's no rest or relief from the end of a contraction, just a cycle of agony. Hot, productive agony, or slow, exhaustive agony. I kneel on the ground, rocking back and forth.
"It hurts.. it hurts.. it's tearing me open.." i sob. I reach between my legs and slip my fingers inside, hoping to feel a head there, but it feels so far up still as I feel through the folds of my pussy.
I try to re-center and breathe, breathe through the contraction, but the focus fades and is replaced with desperation. "I want to push.. I have.. I have to puushh!"
I lean into the pressure as I make my maiden effort. I groan through it. I push again, and push, every effort offering the tiniest morsel of relief.
I catch my breath, and push again. I gasp, and push. and push..
I feel progress - I feel the head descend with every push, and with every inch closer to my pelvis I feel it intensify. The pain radiates from my back through my hips, wreathing my pelvis in an aching pressure almost like a growing orgasm.
"Aaaaaaaaarghhhh!" I roar in frustration as I push. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! AAAAH!"
The head fills the bowl of my pelvis, crushing my birth canal as it stretches around the width. Suddenly, the waters gush free from my womb, and I'm overwhelmed by animal instinct.
There is no reaching me now, all I can do is scream as I fall back, gripping my taut belly and bearing down. Fluid and viscera drip down through the lips. "My pussy!" I cry. "It's.. It's in my pussy!" My labia begin to part in a teardrop around the head. As I stop and catch my breath it retreats again. Only time to catch my breath before I arch my back and heave, sprawling my legs open and screaming through the struggle.
For such a potent display of effort I make remarkably slow progress, but progress still. It begins to appear again, my woolly pussy bulging around the mass.
I toil and push, legs spread and pussy bared to the sky, as if pushing into the widest, most open space I can would somehow be easier to push out into.
The excruciating contraction rips through and crushes my belly like hands trying to pop a balloon by squeezing it. I thrash against the pain, bucking my hips rhythmically with each push as bit by bit the bulge splits open around the slick dark hairy mass. "FUUUUUCK!" My only hope at breathing is to scream. "AIIIIIIIYYYAAAAAAAAAAAUUGH!"
Sweat rolls down my skin, stinging my eyes and wetting down my hairy skin to a greasy sheen.
My face flushed red and belly gnarled and rolling, the scathing pressure continues to propel the baby downwards through my hips, the head slowly stretching me open, from a broad almond-shaped slit, ploddingly opening into a wide, round split.
The baby buffets my inside with amazing strength to its kicks, a strangely comforting motion of solidarity. The urge to push ceases momentarily as one contraction ends, and I lay sprawled, panting heavily.
I feel with my fingers over the unfolding arrival between my legs, and ever so briefly, smile and choke out a laugh between loud breaths. "There's our big baby.. being born..!"
Freed momentarily from the imprisoning intensity, I revel in the feeling of the baby filling my birth canal, my pelvis skewered around my child, grinding every pressure point within me. The slow grisly stretch of my pussy fills me with another kind of intensity, a kind of genuine, irreplaceable sensual ecstasy tingling through my abdomen.
The moment doesn't last long as I feel the next contraction, trying to steel myself but it hits as a tidal wave bludgeoning my senses.
"Aaaaurggh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I moan. It doesn't get better, only stronger and stronger. My body tenses and trembles, my face scrunching as my body pushes. Whether I want to or not, I'm pushing. The head gradually quakes outward through my aching cunt.
I open wider and wider around the head with every push, bucking my hips and baying like a hound. I make short reckless pushes, no room left in my delirium for careful technique. All I have is the overwhelming urgency to do whatever it takes to birth this baby. As the head ploughs further through my strained opening it becomes abundantly obvious that this baby is absolutely huge.
Every time it seems the head is crowning it opens me even more miraculously, until the unfurling lips of my vagina are deformed over capacity, almost pressing against the inside of my outstretched thighs. I'm left screaming in violent rapture.
Finally the head begins to crown in earnest. "The baby! Is coo-minggg- ouuuuuuut!"
I throw my head back, glassy-eyed, and heave through the contraction. The wide head eases out, face upwards combing my engorged and tortured clitoris. I buck my hips once and the head is born with a gush of fluid, a head so wide and oblong its fat bruisy cheeks appear almost wider than the span between my legs.
The contraction ends just then and feel a brief respite again, and try to regain my strength. As my breath heaves the baby squirms within, fortunately helping turn itself to wards my left thigh in the process.
There's a short peaceful moment of near-stillness, pierced only by the beating of my heart ringing through my head, the rise and fall of my chest.
The urge returns slowly at first, and I brace and push. My pussy bulges out again, the head hanging free, but returns to position as the push ends. I push again, persevering. It's agonizingly slow, and I fear the shoulder may be stuck, but I have no choice but to keep pushing until it comes out. For several excruciating minutes and two contractions i push frantically through the seething hot pain. My strength fades but my determination and adrenaline carries me through.
I steel myself for a final effort to birth the baby. I take a deep breath, hands on my still-pregnant belly, and curl inwards as I begin to push once more.
I bellow out long and loud, an ear-splitting expression of every ounce of pressure through my body. My mind, my body, my world, everything to me becomes that one push. push. Push. Push. Push. PUSH. PUSH. PUSH. PUSH! PUSH!!
It works; bit by bit the pressure works downwards, my whole groin bulging out with the pressure and suddenly the wide top shoulder shears forth beneath my clit, followed by the other shoulder, unfurling with it an awkwardly- folded arm which reaches out from my opening reflexively.
"AAAAAAGH- COME OUT!"
I give birth to the baby at last as it erupts free past the hips. I grip at my belly, feeling the contents of my womb spilling out onto the floor with an immensely pressurized gush of fluid.
I moan with the rush of relief and fall back, recuperating momentarily after the ordeal. From between my legs I hear a quiet gurgling and a gasp, and dart upwards to check on the baby.
At first I just stare - there's a baby. I just pushed it out of me. That's my baby!
I marvel at the sight - it's a girl! She's huge, probably 12lbs! I can't believe I was able to birth her at all with my small frame. As she begins to cry I ever so gently pick her up and take her to my breast.
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littlexscarletxwitch · 8 months
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Hi!!!!! I hope you’re doing well!! I really like the way you write, I was hoping to request a fic with either Wanda or Natasha, or both if you vibe with it, and F! avenger reader with a whole bunch of pining. Maybe they go on a mission and one of them runs into like a sex pollen/ aphrodisiac that really makes them crave their crush and enhances preexisting feelings for that person. You can totally ignore this if you’re not comfortable with the idea, I appreciate you either way!!
── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲
paring: wandanat x fem!avenger!reader
tag(s): nsfw, smut with no plot, sex pollen, insatiable r (or at least I tried), wanda and nat doing whatever r needs
warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering (r receiving), mouth riding (r receiving) thigh riding (r receiving), tit sucking, slight blood kink (?), kinda dom!reader, grammatical errors, unedited
word count: 2.2k
note: Half way through writing this fic I was like "Wait, is this supposed to be smut. I mean it's sex pollen so it has to right?" and I'm still not sure but I just went with it lol. AAAAH, my first wandanat fic, I'm so excited you guys. I really hope you guys like it. It was quite a challenge writing a threesome and some parts I feel like they are bad but meh. Just go with it. Thank you, nonnie, for this request. I appreciate you just as much. I hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love y'all <3
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The moment the intoxicating honey-like scent filled your lungs you felt as if your whole body shivered.
Your eyes clouded for a few seconds, your body losing balance as your legs trembled. The whole room felt like it was spinning and your thoughts were getting louder and louder. Images of red hair, tangled limbs and short black nails rushing through your mind.
“Y/n, everything okay?” you heard Steve’s voice through your earpiece, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“You have been silent for quite a while now, detka,” you heard Wanda say.
“You’re still alive, right Y/n?” Nastasha joked.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. All clear, let’s head back,” you said, trying to ignore the way your body was starting to feel different in every conceivable way possible.
As you made your way back to the quinjet you felt your heart rate increasing, you blamed it on the adrenaline of the mission, the nerves of getting out in the field once again and decided not to think too much about it, pushing everything back deep inside of your mind.
“Okay, good job everyone!” Steve congratulated all of you. “Fortunately for us, this Hydra base was empty, but it’s not always going to be like that…” he kept on going with his speech but you weren’t listening anymore.
You took a seat, feeling as if your legs would give out on you any second. It felt as if someone was hammering your poor brain, you felt your skin on fire and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. You felt as if your senses magnified and you felt everything ten times stronger, no matter how hard you tried to stop feeling anything at all.
“Y/n, you okay?” Clint said while placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m just tired,” you said as you gently shrugged off his hand off your burning skin, not wanting him to notice it.
Okay,” he said, sitting next to you, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
You did the same, in hopes that getting some rest will make it all go away. As you drifted off to sleep, two pairs of eyes were watching your every move. Taking down mental notes of your body language, something they would usually do. But this time they could clearly tell that something was off with you.
“Something is up with her,” the redhead mumbled, squinting her eyes at you.
“Something’s definitely wrong,” the brunette concluded.
“Can you like, check on her?”
“You want me to go through her mind?!” Wanda hissed in disbelief.
“Oh, come on. Don’t act so innocent now, Wan,” the brunette's eyes opened wide in realisation, of course Natasha knew about that. “I know you do it all the time, it’s like your little hobby, isn’t it?” the redhead teased her.
“No, I do not. Those things are private,” Wanda scoffed.
“It’s okay, I’m judging. I mean I think I would also do it if I could,” she had a grin plastered on her face.
“It’s not funny, Nat,” she rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, right. Just do it,” Natasha nudged her.
“Okay, okay,” the brunette mumbled some Russian curses and a second later her eyes were turning red.
“What do you see?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, getting lost in your mind. “Everything’s a blur.”
“What do you mean ‘a blur’? It can’t be right.”
“I’m just telling you what I’m seeing, Tasha,” her brows furrowed as she tried to concentrate even more.
There had to be something that could tell the both of them what was wrong with you. You barely talked to them when you got in the quinjet, that was so not like you. You were always trailing behind them, that was one thing they liked about you. Wherever they went, you followed them like a lost puppy.
They also found it cute that even though everyone was aware you had a thing for the two of them, you never dared to do anything about it. So the two of them would tease you, making you flustered, loving the way your cheeks would go crimson red. They liked you, they really did, that was why Wanda and Natasha were so eager to know what was wrong with you. So they could make you feel better.
“Wait a second…”
“What? What is it? Tell me.”
“I think she’s in pain, but she’s not physically hurt. No, this is deeper, quite strange really. Oh, Nat, I think she’s—”
“Okay, everyone you are free for the rest of the day. See you all at dinner. First round is on me,” Steve said, as the quinjet landed. His loud voice woke you up in the process and distracted Wanda.
You groaned in annoyance, sleeping did nothing for you, everything felt ten times louder and you felt like tearing your skin off your body.
You got up quickly and made your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.
“The fuck’s wrong with me?” you mumbled to yourself.
You felt your tummy sinking, a fire starting in your lower area. You closed your eyes as the pain became unbearable. But closing your eyes only made it worse somehow. Your mind was filled with thoughts of them, their hands, their lips, their kisses, their scents.
“Fuck,” it came out as a moan.
The only thing you could think about was Natasha and Wanda. And that was when it hit you. You needed them, you always had, but this time you needed them or you felt like you could actually die. They will know what to do, they could help you.
“Detka!” you heard someone banging on your door.
You gasped in relief at the perfect timing.
“Y/n, we know you are not okay. Just let us inside,” the redhead shouted through your door.
Once you open the door, they realise how bad this whole thing was for you. With just one look at you they could tell you were a mess. Your breath was uneven, your cheeks were as red as ever and a thin layer of sweet covered your whole body.
“I, I—,” you tried, but your voice simply wasn’t cooperating.
“We know, baby. We know,” Wanda cooed, as Natasha closed and locked the door behind her.
“This is bad, you shouldn’t be here…”
“It’s okay, malyshaka. We are here to help you.”
“I don’t think I can control myself…”
“We don’t want you to,” the redhead said as she stood behind you.
You could feel her hot breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine.
“It hurts,” you almost cried. “I need it to stop… I need you… Make it stop,” you said breathlessly.
And that’s all it took for Wanda to connect her lips with yours and for Natasha to kiss your neck. You swear you could come undone just by the feeling of their lips but it wasn’t nearly enough. Moans escaped from your mouth repeatedly, gasping for air.
Somehow the three of you made it to your bed, Wanda’s lips never leaving yours and Natasha firming her grip on your waist. Soon enough the three of you were stripped out of your clothes, and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as soon as you made skin to skin contact with them.
“Fuck,” the word rolled out off your togue onto Wanda’s lips the moment your exposed core touched her thigh.
You felt a wave of pleasure washing over you, clouding all your senses and just focusing on the overwhelming feeling. Your head fell back as it hit Natasha’s stomach and she seized the moment in order to finally have a taste of your lips.
As Natasha took care of your lips, trailing her rough hands all over your torso, you started rocking your hips, Wanda’s thigh hitting the right spots on your core. It soon all became too much and you started riding her thigh at a much faster pace, knowing you were closer to your relief.
The coil inside you finally snapped, a wave of immense pleasure washed over you as you cursed over and over again, their names slipping out of your lips. You were a sweety horny little mess, you had a first taste of them and now you needed more. It was a hunger that was yet to be satisfied.
As you catched your breath, you got up from Wanda’s lap and gently pushed Natasha over the bed.
“What are you—?” she raised a brow at you, confused at your behaviour.
They have studied you before and they knew for a fact that you were no leader, you were a follower. You were also a people pleaser, everybody’s needs coming before your own. So you taking the lead in this situation got her off guard.
“Shut up,” you mumbled, before getting on top of her, straddling her head with your thighs.
Without a warning you let your weight fall on top of her, her lips getting immediate access to your cunt. Natasha wasn’t able to resist you, she started licking, sucking, biting, getting moans and whimpers out of your pretty lips.
Her hands found your thighs and gently squeezed, her nails digging into your flesh. You felt Wanda getting behind you, rocking herself onto Natasha’s abdomen. She kissed your neck, leaving love bites all over your sensitive skin.
The room was filled with your moans and whimpers as Wanda and Natasha took care of you. You didn't care how loud you were being, you felt in cloud 9 with the two Russians hitting all the right places.
Your head fell back on Wanda’s shoulder, her hands trailing up your body pinching and massaging your nipples. All while Natasha worked her tongue in and out of you, her nose hitting your clit making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
You felt your second orgasm getting closer, you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long if they kept on working their magic on you.
“Shit, don’t stop,” you gasped.
Natasha moaned in your cunt as she felt your hips rocking even faster, and wanting to help you out, she did her best work on you. Wanda didn’t trail behind and she kept on teasing your breast and sucking on your skin.
“I’m— I’m—,” a loud moan cut you off as you came undone on Natasha’s lips.
She helped you ride out your high, getting as much of your juice as she could. She moaned at the taste of you, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull getting confirmation you were as sweet as she had always imagined. The moan she let out sent a shiver up your spine, making you squirm.
“How are you, malyshka?” Wanda whispered in your ear, as she helped you get off of Nat.
You throw yourself at her, feeling the fire inside of you starting back again, as your lips seek for hers. You kissed her roughly, biting her lower lip so hard that some blood came out. You tasted her blood on your tongue as you licked the small wound you had caused her.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled on her lips, breathless.
“It’s okay,” she whispered on your lips.
You didn’t mean to be rough with her, but it was out of your control. The fire inside you was too strong to keep it under control.
“I want your fingers… I need your fingers,” you said, reaching for her hand and putting two of her fingers inside of your mouth.
Wanda moaned at the sight before her, she swore she was soaking wet. But right now it wasn't about her, it was all about helping you. Poor Y/n, suffering like a bitch in heat.
Once you were done sucking, you guided them to your aching cunt, letting her take care of you. Even though you had already come two times, you were still as wet and as needy. She easily pushed two fingers inside of you, her eyes closing at how warm you felt.
“She’s so tight, Nat.”
“Really? I guess we’ll have to work on that,” you heard the redhead chuckling, but you were lost in your pleaser. Through your hooded eyes you watched them kiss each other, making you even hotter and wetter. Wanda knew you needed this really bad, so being the lady she was, she quickly picked up her pace. She felt you clenched around her fingers and that only made her thrust her fingers even faster.
Natahsa loved the scene unfolding before her eyes but wanting to take part, she got closer to Wanda, her lips reaching out for the brunette’s breasts, sucking her nipples.
“Shit,” she gasped at the feeling, her finger stopping for half a second.
“Wanda…” you moaned out annoyingly, making Natasha chuckle.
“So– sorry,” she breathed out, getting back to her work.
Your hands travelled up or body, pinching and massaging your own breast, as you watched the redhead sucking violently Wanda’s nipples. Getting whimpers out of the two of you.
“Wan, I’m close,” you whispered.
“We got you, moya lyubov.”
The moment the pet name reached your ears you felt the wave of pleasure washing over you, coming for the third time.
“Fuck!” you manage to say, short of breath.
You felt the fire inside you finally being put out as Wanda’s fingers helped you ride out your high.
“You finally had enough?” Natasha joked.
“Maybe,” you shuddered, still trying to recover from the activity.
“Well, you better have, it’s our turn now.”
You playfully rolled your eyes at her, a small smile forming on your lips.
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soda-stuff · 5 months
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I CANT BR,IRBR MYSLRG FOR FORGETTING TO SAY THIS IN THE OTHER 2 I SNET BUT CONGRATS ON 6 AAAAH HH J💥💥💥💥💥💥
I have a few I hope that’s ok
1. Will windforce show up in the game or does she just exist for the sake of Banhammer’s story if that makes any sense?
2. Is the lantern traffic has from lightblox?
3. We have illumina followers (f.sword) and the Darkheart follower title, but what would followers of other deities be like? (Specifically thinking firebrand or WF)
Congratulations again I hope you’re doing awesome!!!
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Windforce will have a sword round, just like all the other deities
yes
dunno
ty for the lover :P
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nagaparadise · 5 months
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Teratovember Day 7- Bloodsucker
Rune x female!reader, explicit, warnings: biting, period mention, blood mention. This one's a little on the shorter side~
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Your body arched along Rune’s tail, arms weakly wrapped around it and fingers and stomach digging into his raised scales. He was currently making a feast of your bloody pussy, thick tongue lapping up every ounce of bloody tissue that passes down your walls. 
Rune couldn’t deny his craving for blood, often obtaining it through raw meat from wild animals. But he always looks forward to the full week where he gets to savor your sweet nectar, a taste incomparable to anything he’s fed on before. And of course, you always look forward to it as well. With his acute sense of smell, he always knows when your period is about to start before you do as he wildly rakes his tongue over his fangs before ripping away your bottoms and claiming his treat.
“More… More,” Rune growls into your pussy, his tongue splattering your blood over your thighs and ass. Two hands have a relentless grip on the front of your thighs, while the other two pin your waist to his chest. The tongues on his hands wildly flicker about, greedily lapping at the crimson mess that Rune leaves behind. 
“I said, MORE!”
“A-AAAAH!” 
A muffled roar rises from Rune, and a sharp pain jolts through your legs and waist. The mouths on his hands sink their fangs in your skin, gushing forth fresh blood from your skin. His muffled moans reverberate through your body as his hands fervently lap your warm blood. The pleasure of his tongue delving in your slick pussy sharply juxtaposes with the pain, forcing tears to cascade from your eyes, and stuttering whimpers from your throat.
Noticing the change from your usual wanton moans, Rune slides his tongue from your pussy, strings of blood dripping from your hole and splattering over his chest. He releases his grip from your thighs and waist and flips you over on your back, seeing for himself the bloody gashes on your skin and wet streaks on your cheeks. 
“You’re in pain. Why didn’t you say anything?” Rune asks after his brief assessment.
“I-it doesn’t hurt that much, especially when your tongue is so deep. P-please, keep going,” you try to explain between your small sobs, but despite all the pleasure you’ve found, you had a hard time hiding the pain.
“No. Not until your wounds are mended,” Rune lifted your limp body from his tail with his four arms, embracing you in his bloody chest as he moved to find some supplies. “I was unrestrained. I’m sorry.”
Despite the dull throbbing pain in your waist and legs, you couldn’t help but giggle at Rune’s thoughtfulness, and leaned in to leave a peck on Rune’s bloody lips, smearing your own blood on your lips. “Really, it’s okay. My body is yours to use, master,” you tease with a wink, causing Rune to bite his cheeks to contain his wry smile. “Subdue me with your venom, then use me however you want. I’m all yours, master,” you press a kiss to his lips again, hoping to get a taste of his venom from your chaste kisses alone. 
Rune couldn’t contain his smile any longer as his bloodied fangs emerged from his lips. “And if I lose control again?” 
“Then I trust you’ll take care of me like a good master,” you whisper again, pressing another kiss to his fangs, licking the blood from your lips as you pull away and notice his eyes glowing like a golden flame, and bloody tongue unfurling from his maw.
“That’s my (y/n)...always such a good pet for your master.”
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pigeonneaux · 3 months
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Just wanted to say that your work has made so many kääryleet happy and likely made many people feel moved and cared about!
The gift exchange really amplified the sense of community in this fandom, at least for me thank you for making this all possible!
Thank you so much for this message!!!!! I don't know what to say KSKFKSKG IT WAS SO FUN TO ORGANISE
I HOPE EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND AAAAH I LEARNED A LOT DURING THIS WHOLE EVENT AND NEXT YEAR SURELY I'LL BE MORE PREPARED
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justiceforfoxface · 7 months
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OTP Prompts-High School/Middle School
(Trying out a new prompt style besides A and B hope this makes sense lol some of these aren’t so romantic just for fun)
-I just fell spectacularly and everything I was carrying slid out of my hands and everyone’s laughing and you’re actually applauding wtf I should be mad but you’re kinda cute
-WE’VE BEEN DATING FOR MONTHS AND YOU JUST SHUT MY FINGER IN YOUR LOCKER AND AAAAH IT HURTS SO BAD BUT YOU’RE SO CUTE WHEN YOU’RE GUILTY
-I come into class looking dead tired so you offer me some candy and we start talking and hey you’re almost as nice as this candy
-You just dropped your sparkly eyeshadow in the school sink and I got in trouble and so I’m supposed to clean the bathrooms and I’m mad but hey it looks kinda cool drop your lipstick in it now
-you’re copying my test answers and it’s super obvious so I’m gonna leave you little notes and oh shoot you’re responding and I looked over and now the teacher thinks I’m cheating
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carlyraejepsans · 7 months
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I just wanted to say that I'm having a lot of fun with this interactive fic, it's really nice seeing the stuff you've mentioned in prior posts (your ideas about sans turning 'bad' i think? (I've forgotten :() and the sans in suits thing) being transformed into writing. And your writing style is really enjoyable to read! The words flow smoothly and it catches my attention and keeps it. I hope that makes sense. :)
AAAAH thank youu :D I'm having a blast too. i tend to run out of steam while working on wips on my own because there's just... my hype to keep me going & nothing else lol. breaking it up into smaller chunks helps me keep engaged! and keep readers engaged too. it's just so much fun all around >:]
and yeah, HUGE fan of sans going "fuck this". i wouldn't say he becomes evil, per se, but he certainly gets more ruthless. and opportunistic. just fully and unabashedly a cunt
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sowheresmyroom · 2 months
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Ok so
Adam in hell. I NEED him to come back because
1. He's entertaining as fuck and I'll miss the character a lot.
2. It would be better karma for him to become a sinner that he previously looked down upon so much. Like, imagine him having to deal with a possibly Lute-lead extermination!! Having to face the exact same cruelty as the type of scum he preached deserved it so much!! The psychic damage that would inflict on him!! Imagine he has to crawl back to the hotel and beg them pathetically for protection!! Aaaah!!!
3. Logically it just makes sense! A human soul previously damned redeemed himself upon second death and went to heaven (Godspeed you beautiful snake). So a human soul previously blessed can be damned upon second death right? I mean he was utterly thrilled about commiting mass murder, which is pretty damnable even if being a general douchebag isn't.
4. We finally JUST got to the core of the character that I was hoping would be explored!! Even though it was played for jokes, Adam clearly has some serious emotional baggage about the first 2 women ever, one of which was made OF A PIECE OF HIM, both leaving him to fall from their grace as sinners. How could that not completely fuck him up? And then that soft look he gave Lute when dying??? Come on, man. He CAN care. I want to see that explored!!
If season 2 gets the proper episode count it deserves to really dedicate time to exploring these characters (unlike season 1 😞) then this is something I NEED to see. Please!! I'm begging!!
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cookierunauprompts · 2 months
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Hi, hello! I have an actual request this time, I know a real shocker. Anyways since I’ve been exploring a cookie with a seriously degrading mental health with a side order of depression and anxiety, I was wondering if you could write shadow milk cookie after being released. He sees a cookie he recognizes a cookie within the group. Reader would be either a beast like them that didn’t get sealed or a long lived cookie race that doesn’t look all to good. From an outside perspective they probably only look a little tired but to shadow milk the difference between how they used to be and now is striking. Would he think them pathetic or would he be concerned? Maybe help in his own way, up to you. Hope you have fun with the prompt see you.
so i may have gotten a bit too silly and wrote for GBC instead of the reader. yeah :P but anyways i hope you still enjoy!
(post writing comment : i think I may have accidentally strayed a bit from the prompt.)
Requested Prompts #35 - 💔
Their efforts hadn't been enough. It had seemed at first like the crack in the tree had been sealed, only for it to burst open again in a vortex of blue disembodied eyes and shadows. Butterscotch Cookie, or rather Golden Butter Cookie as she knew herself as, could only watch on as the shadows spread out of the void alongside his laughter. It almost taunted her, really. Because of her cowardice she'd been afraid to seek out the truth of what had happened to him. It was only due to Rosemary's encouragement that she was able to leave the Toy-Box. " Aaaah! Doesn't this fresh air just feel... divine!" She heard his voice echo, bracing herself alongside the others for him to make his entrance. She was sure that he'd make his entrance grand and boisterous, but what she didn't expect was for more shadow to rush out. It skittered across her vision, blotting out the faerie kingdom and Goldie Butter's comrades, leaving her alone in the darkness. She steeled herself, instinctively putting a hand over her concealed soul jam as she summoned a spear to the other. " Oho? I see that we have an extra special member here in our audience today!" His voice chirped, she could just feel his excitement through his tone. Almost like a cat waiting to pounce. And pounce he did, with a hand made of shadow grabbing and wrapping around her torso she was pulled further into the darkness. She was soon face to face with him once again, Shadow Milk Cookie. It was only him and herself that appeared to be illuminated in the darkness, likely illuminated from the light of their soul jam. Even still, it didn't make seeing him any less difficult in the emotional sense. She could feel everything she felt over the past few thousands of years beginning to bubble up, it felt like she was going to start sobbing from both grief and anger. And yet, she stays silent, only staring up at him with a dulled, weak glare. How could she blame him for abandoning her when he got sealed by the witches? Of course, she didn't know exactly when but... " Wow. Goldie, starlight, you look... terrible." He almost seems surprised, heck, maybe he even is. The hand sets her down unto the shadowy ground, it feels like it's made of solid liquid... Don't ask how that feels but it's similar to jelly I suppose. She brushes herself off, looking back up at him. " Anyone would after getting abandoned with no answers to their questions for thousands of years." She can see him recoil with a wince at her harsh words, making it rather clear that he feels remorse for at least this. He laid on his stomach, at least trying to get on her eye level. " Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to leave you like that." He apologized, Golden Butter scanned his face for any signs of deception... Even though she knew that there was likely none. " I didn't mean to go and get sealed, the witches took us by surprise!" He excused himself. " I heard." She began. " ... You should have known that they'd come for you all eventually." " I thought that they'd do it one by one!" He exclaimed. " I thought that, with all of us together... minus you of course I know you didn't want to drag yourself into our mess, that we could beat them!" Golden Butter waited for the 'but' that was soon to come. " But..." And there it was. " But you weren't, were you now?" She asked, tilting her head to the side a bit. He visibly deflated. " Nope, not at all." He sighed, resting his head in his arms. There was a beat of silence before that wild grin of his made it's way back into his face. " But now, we can make up for lost time!" He cheered, getting up onto his feet and grabbing Golden Butter Cookie from the shadow hand with a spin.
Soon, the spinning stopped. Leaving her a bit disoriented and grasping at Shadow Milk's hands to stabilize herself. " Oh I'm just so so so so so excited to finally get to talk with you again! I missed you so much Goldie!" He exclaimed, Golden Butter thought for a moment that if he wasn't holding her then he'd be bouncing on his feet. But then, another thought came to mind. " Shadow Milk Cookie," She began, her voice once again stern. " If I'm here... then what's going on with my frie-" She catches herself, " The other cookies I was with." " Oh, them. Well they wanted a fight sooooo.... I just gave them one of my puppets to play with! They aren't important anyways, what's important is you and me!" He chirped, he looked extremely excited... And Golden Butter doubted that she could get out of this easily... plus, she had also missed him.
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russett-pots · 2 years
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Real Life Sex Education
Kang Hyewon and Kim Minju
Word Count: 4.9k
Tags: Teaching sex, Virgin sex, Innocent Minju
Fine! Here is the fic I promised. I really hope you like it. I tried something new here. That's why it took some time.
Now stop bothering me for the meantime about fics. I posted this and I hope you'll be happy with it.
Takes two visuals to make this. I don't regret this tho.
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A guy sits there in class just barely listening to the lecture. Even with his second cup of coffee, the lecture has been so boring that a nap is tempting. But he still goes on and stays awake. His grades for this class haven’t been very good recently and since this is a pre-requisite. Failing isn’t an option.
“Okay, that’s all for today.” The lecturer says as she dismisses the class.
All the students start to pack up and leave the hall but the guy is still there stumbling with his notes. The prof is still down there at the front getting ready to leave. He rushes to her for a few more questions before heading out.
“Ma’am. I have a few questions about the lesson. Is it alright if I can ask?”
“Sure, Haneul.”
“Uhh, one of the topics was about physical attraction. How does someone know if they are physically attractive?”
“You mean if a girl is pretty?”
“Oh no, I mean how do I know if they are attracted to me?”
“That sounds more like dating advice. But their pupils dilate when they look at you, they blush when you are around, and they are more expressive when you are there.”
“Aaaah, I see.”
Suddenly a voice behind shouts. “Haneul, are you there?” It’s Minju. An acquaintance. Their bond has been slowly growing closer ever since they met last month from that small interaction in PE class together.
“That is an example of someone who is physically attracted to you. You see her body language.”
“No ma’am that’s impossible. We barely know each other.”
“Well if you don’t take my advice then what I can do. Anyway, good luck.”
“Thanks, Ma’am see you, next class.”
“Bye.”
As soon as the teacher leaves, Minju runs up and hugs Haneul. She snuggles up to his chest as looks up to him. He rolls his eyes away from Minju and pushes her away.
“Minju, what now?”
“Nothing I just like to meet my boy- I mean friend. Wanna have lunch?”
Haneul looks at his watch. There is a good ninety-minute window before the next class. “Sure.”
Minju jumps in joy. “Yay! Let’s go to my favorite tteokbokki place.” She links her arms to Haneul’s and drags him with her.
Haneul just follows blissful of her real intentions.
The restaurant is only a short walk from the university. But once they get there Minju pulls him with her and makes Haneul sit down beside her.
Both of them scan the menu for what they want to eat.
“Haneul tteokbokki is their specialty here do you want to order that?”
“Sure. Sure. If you say so.”
Minju raises her hand and promptly orders the tteokbokki platter that is for sharing.
“Unnie, the sweet and spicy tteokbokki platter and two bottles of beer.”
The waitress does a double-take for Haneul’s and Minju’s age but gets the okay then she leaves to punch in the orders.
“So Haneul how was class?”
“The usual. Still have difficulty with my psychology class. But I’ll be fine.”
“Oh, that sounds hard. Do you want help? I passed that class with flying colors. I’m sure I can teach you a thing or two.”
“That sounds great! Are you sure? I don’t want to make you busier.”
“Oh no, you won’t. I’ll be more than happy to help you. I mean we are ummm…only…friends?”
“Hmm sorry, what do you mean with that?”
“Oh, nothing.”
But in Minju’s mind, it is confusing. Her obvious advances are tiring. She knows how much she likes Haneul but it is so hard for her to give him hints that Haneul should make his move.
He does like her in a sense. He wouldn’t mind dating her. She is beautiful, kind, caring, and very smart. Someone for sure would be lucky to have her.
But as Haneul runs through his thoughts about her the food quickly arrives with their two bottles of beer. They both eat well and drink as they finish the food. It goes halfway until Haneul sees Minju waves outside. When Haneul turns his head to where Minju’s attention is.
“Unnie!”
“Minju, how are you?”
“Unnie sit with us!”
Then this girl sits across Haneul and Minju. She puts down her shoulder bag on the seat beside her.
“Haneul, this is my Unnie, Hyewon. She is my sunbae. Unnie this is Haneul. We met at my PE class.”
“Is this the guy you are talking about?”
“What!! Unnie, don’t say it in front of him!”
“Ha— I’m just messing with you.”
Hyewon extends her hand for a handshake and Haneul takes it with both of his hands.”
“Hyewon-ssi. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Haneul. You don’t have to be so formal just call me Noona.”
“Okay, Hyewon-noona.”
“Just Noona is fine.”
“So, what did you order?”
“Just some tteokbokki. Want some?” Minju asks Hyewon.
“Sure.”
But Haneul looks at his watch. “Oh, sorry ladies. I have class soon.” As he quickly stands up and hurries himself to class.
"Unnie!!!" Minju’s high pitched almost cracked voice shouts. "Yeah, that’s the guy I like and I want to impress him but I don't know how."
"Oh, Minju. Well, you can try to seduce him."
"Seduce him?"
"Sex. Minju. Sex."
"Se—?"
"Wait..."
"Unnie!!! I just... don't know how..."
"Hmmm, if you want. My boyfriend and I can give you some pointers. I just want to warn you he can be a bit rough. But from the way, the guy you like seems. I'm sure he can enjoy a Rough Minju."
“Rough Minju? But Unnie! I just never … you know.”
“Minju don’t worry. I can teach you. I can show you. If you want you don’t have to do anything but watch.”
“Hmmm…are you sure? I don’t want to just stare at people doing…you know.”
“Minju, you are already 20. You can say sex. It isn’t a forbidden word that you cannot say. You’re already a grown-up and you should know better.”
“Okay, Unnie…You can teach me about the sex—.”
“Hahaha! Minju, you always make me laugh.”
“AH! Unnie! Okay! Let’s just eat. We can order your favorite Bibimbap!”
“I’ll text you when and where. I’m thinking of my place. But I’ll have to make sure my boyfriend is okay with being watched.”
“AH LA LA LA LA.” Minju shouts with her hands covering her ears.
Hyewon just sits there and chuckles at Minju's obvious innocence.
~~
Minju goes up to the door and knocks at it.
“Unnie!!”
She knocks again.
“Unnie!!”
The door opens. Outcomes Hyewon, she is in a bathrobe and presumably wearing nothing else.
“Unnie!!!” Minju shouts while pushing Hyewon back inside her dorm room. “You can’t just be naked outside.”
“Don’t worry about me.” Hyewon slowly undoes the tie and grabs on onto the edges and pulls it, showing off her body in front of Minju. Her naked body is now exposed. Her breast, midriff, and pussy show and are ready to be consumed by anyone.
“Don’t worry Minju. I was expecting my boyfriend. Not you. Guys like a sexy entrance.”
“They do?”
“Yeah. I mean that’s how they get hard?”
“Hard? What’s hard?”
“Oh my gosh. Minju do you know anything?!”
“Of course I do. I just Ummm don’t know…”
“Okay, tell me. What’s a blowjob?”
“Blowjobs are…um…”
“Come one this is basic.”
“Fine. Unnie. I don’t know anything. Please teach me!”
“Yeah. Don’t worry Minju, that is why we are here.”
“Also is that what you are wearing when you meet the guy?”
“Isn’t this skirt lovely?” Minju turns around, showing off her outfit.
“Well, your long sleeve and tennis skirt? You look like his younger sister more than a girlfriend.”
“Unnie! I’ll change then.” Minju pouts.
*Knock* Knock*
“That must be my boyfriend.”
Hyewon approaches the door, still in her robe, and opens the door. “Hello, babe.”
He cups Hyewons face and pushes his lips into Hyewon as they move into the middle of the room.
“Hold on, wait. Let me introduce you to my friend. Yunseo, this is Minju. Minju, Yunseo.”
Yunseo extends his hand to introduce himself. Minju greets him in return.
“So, are we getting started?” Hyewon asks.
“Mhmm.”
“Okay, Minju. Do you know how to kiss?”
“Of course, Unnie, that I know.”
“Okay show me.”
“What do you—?”
Hyewon slowly places her lips onto Minju’s. First, it was slow but got rough. All while Yunseo, stands there excited about what he is watching.
“Argh, Minju slow down. Tongue.” Hyewon pulls back and wipes her lips. “Take it slow. Then add the tongue.”
Minju tries again. This time Hyewon’s eyes lit up. Hyewon pulls back, this time surprised. “Okay, that’s good. Yunseo tries this.”
“Unnie, no… Actually never kissed a guy before and I want to save my first real kiss with a guy with Haneul.”
“Okay. Okay. I’ll respect that.” Yunseo steps back.
“Are you okay with giving Yunseo a blowjob?”
“Sure. That’s fine.”
“Yunseo?”
Yunseo then pulls down his pants showing off his large cock. Minju gasps at the size of what she is seeing. She closes her eyes by placing her hands on her eyes. Hyewon gets annoyed and removes Minju’s hands.
“Minju! You’ll have to get used to this!”
“Okay. Unnie…”
“Now. Let me show you how to give a blowjob. Yunseo please sit on my bed.”
Yunseo sits down with her bare ass on the bed with his legs spread wide. Hyewon goes in between them and takes a grip on his cock.
“Minju come here.”
She comes over and squats beside Hyewon.
“Minju, give me your hand.” Hyewon takes Minju’s hand and makes her wraps her small hand around Yunseo’s cock.
Minju gets mesmerized by the size. She looks around it, inspects it, and licks the tip. Yunseo closes his eyes at the tiny yet pleasurable stimuli that were Minju’s tongue. She licks the tip. The circumcised cock’s edge gets touched by her tongue. Minju curious eyes wander to Yunseo’s eyes to see if she is doing it correctly.
“Minju. Put it inside your mouth.”
Minju allows the shaft to enter her whole mouth. She takes it in its entirety. To swallow it was a daunting task because of how big it is.
“Argh. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.”
“Oh, sorry.” Minju backs out and stops her advances.
“Careful Minju. Go in slowly. Actually, some guys like a bit of teeth but not too much. Just be careful.”
Minju then returns to Yunseo’s cock and places it in her mouth. Not entirely. With fewer teeth than before and definitely more inside.
“First bob your head up and down.”
Minju then goes up and down. Yunseo’s cock going in and out. Minju hands her hand in joining the pump as she progresses further.
Yunseo groans as Minju moves faster and faster. It slowly starts to fill the room. The sound of Minju’s slurping and the sound of pleasure coming out of Yunseo’s mouth.
“Hmmm, you seem like a natural at this, Minju.”
Minju pops off her mouth of Yunseo’s cock and sees his satisfied face. He smiles and gives a thumbs up to Minju, approving what Hyewon just said.
“Okay now let me show you what a pussy can do.”
“What about anal?”
“Anal isn’t for you. Or at least not now.”
Hyewon undoes her robe and drops it to the floor and sits on the lap of her boyfriend. She starts to make out with him, inserting her tongue immediately. Minju backs off and takes a seat in front of the show. Hyewon places her hand on the cheek and the other around Yunseo’s neck.
“That’s how you kiss. Now, babe are you ready?”
Hyewon pushes back Yunseo to her bed and hovers above his cock.
“Minju, I’ll show you first how to ride him then we can do a couple of other positions where the guy is in control.”
“Mhmm” Minju nods.
“Okay, babe let’s go.”
“Wait! Aren’t you going to use a condom?” Minju exclaims.
“I’m on the pill. So, I won’t get pregnant. I’ll tell you more about it later. But for now. I can take this cock raw.” Hyewon turns her attention back to Yunseo. Her eyes gazing at his. She is ready and so is he. She dops and inserts the huge cock inside her. She grunts as she gets in deeper. Finally, it gets inside her.
“Fuck. I can’t get used to this cock.”
Hyewon goes up and down. Her head tilts back as the pleasure starts to increase. Each point gets touched by Yunseo’s cock. With Hyewon on her knees, Yunseo caresses her luscious thighs and her voluptuous ass. He gets a good grab on her ass, squeezing it as he pleases.
“Minju….you see…this…?” Hyewon grunts. She turns her head and sees Minju’s legs propped up on the chair, her panties now showing. A small patch of cum dissipates on her underwear. Hyewon slows down her pace. “Minju, look below you.”
Embarrassed, Minju covers her crotch, going back to her more conservative state. “Unnie! Just go back to do your thing.”
Hyewon chuckles and looks back at Yunseo. “Well, I guess. I’m still yours.” Hyewon goes back on riding Yunseo and moves down and kisses him. She moves her ass up and down his cock.
While at this, without her consciously knowing, Minju’s hand lingers down and moves in between her legs, and inserts itself inside her already wet panties. Minju’s own eyes now close in pleasure. She lets out gentle moans as her finger gets inside her own walls.
Both Hyewon’s and Minju’s voices grow as they receive pleasure from a cock and her own finger respectively. Hyewon turns her head and sees Minju pleasuring herself and she smiles to see her enjoying herself.
Soon Hyewon stops and gets up and walks to Minju and whispers to her ear. “How’s the finger?”
Minju jumps on her seat and removes her finger from her crotch. “I’m sorry, Unnie! I’ll pay attention now.”
“Okay, Yunseo. Doggy.” Hyewon places her hands on the bed and moves her ass up in front of Yunseo. “Minju you know what Doggy style is?”
“Does it involve acting like a puppy?” Minju says with her wrist on her chin and fingers pointing down, making a puppy face.
“Oh, Minju you are so innocent. Yunseo, you may start.”
Yunseo lines up his cock onto Hyewon’s pussy, moving it up and down forming a line between her ass cheeks. One slap on the cheek then in he goes. Yunseo inserts his cock inside Hyewon. First slowly pushes as deep as he can. Then he slowly pulls out halfway as he lets out a loud groan. Then he slams back in, pushing in and thrusting it inside. He moves in and out as Hyewon’s walls surround his cock.
Hyewon still filled with pleasure, closes her eyes, bites her lip, and clenches her pussy as it constricts Yunseo’s cock. Minju sits back and observes. This time she isn’t touching herself. She moves up and looks closer. She observes the slapping noise that Yunseo makes as he smashes his waist onto Hyewon’s ass. She can also see how Hyewon is barely able to take on everything.
Yunseo pushes deep and deeper. Moans and groans begin to fill the room. Minju soon cannot distinguish what sound is coming from whom.
“Fuck! Hyewon, you’re going to  make me cum.”
“Hold on wait!”
Yunseo pulls out of Hyewon and steps back with his almost throbbing cock. “You better not blue ball me.” He glares at Hyewon.
“I’ll let you cum. I just need to show Minju one more position.”
Hyewon lays on her back on the bed. While Yunseo moves over behind Hyewon and places his hands on either side of Hyewon’s breast.
“Minju, this is called missionary. Yunseo? Okay. You can cum after this.”
“It’s so hot when you tell me when to cum.”
Yunseo returns to smash Hyewon. He resumes hitting her pussy as before. He hits so deep he can almost touch the deepest parts of Hyewon’s womb.
“Minju…Some guys… like Dom...Fuck!... like to be Dommed...Fuck!...some liked to subbed…Fuck, Yunseo your cock is so good!”
“Dom, sub?”
“Dom…has control. Sub has to…follow…the dom. Wait hold on I’ll explain later. Fuck!”
Repetitive screams and profanities can be heard all over the room and maybe out the door. Hyewon can feel her g-spot being touched. Yunseo’s cock runs all over Hyewon’s tight little hole. He pushes deeper and deeper and deeper.
“Okay, Hyewon. I’m going to release it now. Same as always?”
“Yup!”
Yunseo thrust one more time. Finally, when he reaches his climax he pushes in as he dumps all of his sperm inside Hyewon. His sticky white liquid coats Hyewon’s walls. Yunseo finishes with his orgasm then falls down on the bed and lays there.
Hyewon lies there on the bed trying to catch her breath. Her chest expands and contracts as she regains her composure. She turns and lays on her side to face Minju.
“Like that?”
Minju looks at her with her cute face and nods.
“Okay, like I said before. Some guys like to be dommed and guys that like subs. Yunseo here likes to be dommed. So he is my sub. I’m not sure what Haneul likes but try to see what he wants to do. But my guess is he wants to dom you.”
“Okay!”
“Also. Guys like them raw. What I do is that I take the pill. You have to go to the doctor for that. I can give you the number of mine. I’ll send it to you in the morning.”
“Okay, Unnie!”
Hyewon turns over and closes her eyes. “You can go now. I’ll clean up this mess.”
“Okay, Unnie. Thank you. I learned a lot!”
“No problem.”
Minju leaves the door and the one main thing on her mind.
Dom or Sub?
I don’t know how to dom.
Maybe he can dom me.
~~
One week later
~~
Minju sits down at her seat at a café, sipping her morning coffee just waiting for her first class in the morning.
“Oh, Minju?”
“Oh, Hyewon-Unnie.”
Hyewon sits down at the seat across from Minju.
“So, have you done it yet?”
Minju gets nervous and whispers. “You mean have sex with him?”
“Yeah!”
“Unnie, not that loud. But not yet. I just started to umm… take the pills and I should be safe today.”
“Great, are you going to meet him tonight?”
“I haven’t talked to him yet. Maybe I can meet him in his class later.”
“Well, whatever you have to do. It has to be quick. Guys don’t like waiting.”
“You sure, Unnie?”
“Definitely, Trust me I know.”
“Okay. Then I’ll ask him for tonight? But what will be my excuse? It isn’t like I can just invite him over?”
“You’re in college Minju. There is only one thing you can do.”
“What is it?”
“Study sessions!”
“Study? Do you mean we have to talk about school?”
“Not all the time, you dummy! Study sessions means fuck sessions in college.”
“What do you mean? I always have study sessions with my friends.”
“Trust me if it is one on one with a guy. It only means one thing..”
“Hmmm….Okay! Thank you Unnie. I have to go to class now.”
“Bye, Minju.”
As Minju walks to her class early, she tries to recall everything that Hyewon told her and what she had learned from her “on-site demonstration”. But as she turns to the corner, she hits Haneul, making her drop her stuff.
“Oh, Minju sorry.” Haneul looks at Minju and then goes down to assist her to get her stuff.
“Oh, Haneul!” As they both gather Minju’s belongings they bump heads.
Haneul comes over and babies Minju. “Oh, Minju are you okay.”
Minju blushes at the caring gesture that she is receiving.
“Minju, I haven’t talked to you all week are you okay?”
“Okay? Of course! I’m okay.”
“Do you need any help? It seems like you need something.”
“I don’t—wait, actually. I do need help with an assignment I have.”
“Really. Sure I can help you.”
“Can we do it at my place tonight? My roommate is out of town, so we have the whole place to ourselves.”
“Sure okay.”
“You have my number. Just text me.”
“Okie, dokie.”
~~
Haneul comes over to Minju’s dorm with a pack of ginger ale and a couple of bags of chips. He inspects the door for a second then he knocks on the door.
“Come in!”
He opens the door and sees Minju in her bathrobe.
“Ah— Minju.” Haneul closes his eyes in shock. “Ugh, are you going to the shower?”
“Uhhhh yes. Just sit down and wait for me.”
Minju quickly dashes to the bathroom but leaves the door unclosed.
As soon as Haneul knows Minju is inside the bathroom, he opens his eyes. “Minju, I brought a couple of drinks if that is okay.”
“Sure, just leave it on the table,” Minju shouts back.
“I also have chips.”
“Sure. Sure. Just on the table.”
Haneul just sits down at the table, scrolling thru his phone, and looking at Minju’s Instagram. Why? Over the week he has grown a fondness for her. Something about her draws Haneul to her and before he knew it. He had a crush. But he doesn’t entirely know if Minju reciprocates. Maybe he just thinks Minju is friendly with him.
Suddenly Minju opens the door, naked. Her whole body can be seen by Haneul. She tries to lead on the door and tries out the sexy pose she has been practicing.
He just sits there in shock, gobsmacked, and doesn’t know what to say or what to do. “Minju?”
Minju sees his distraught face and cannot stand it anymore. She runs back inside the bathroom but before she can close the door she slips and fall to the floor. She lay there in a fetal position, crying.
“Minju, are you okay?” Haneul runs over and collects Minju, putting her in his arms. Minju looks back at him, covering her breast with her arms and her pussy with her legs.
“Haneul, I cannot let you see me like this. I’m too ashamed of myself.”
“Don’t be Minju. What were you trying to do?”
“Umm… Hyewon-unnie told me to seduce you. That’s how to get you to like me.”
“Minju you don’t need to do that. I already like you. You don’t need to show off your sexy body. I’m not into just looks. I also look into the heart and the personality. And you have a good one.”
Minju sniffles and wipes her tears with her hand. “You like me? So, I don’t need to seduce you?”
Haneul uses his thumb to wipe the remaining tear on Minju’s cheek. “I do like you and you don’t need to seduce me.”
“But…but….”
“Yes, Minju?”
“I prepared so much for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to give you my flower.”
“Flower…?”
“Yes. I have been saving myself for you.”
“Minju, you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to do it for you.” Minju then leans in for a kiss. It is strong. It lures Haneul to Minju. They both kiss, it lasts for a second then it goes on for longer. Minju slowly releases her lips from Haneul’s and takes a deep breath.
“That was good, Minju.”
“I learned it from my Hyewon-unnie.”
“Did she teach you anything else?”
“Blowjob?”
“She taught you that?”
Minju leads Haneul to the bed and makes him sit down on the bed. She opens Haneul’s legs and looks at his eyes while he unbuttons his pants. “Hyewon-unnie told me to do this.” Minju then pulls down and removes Haneul’s pants. Now standing in front of her is Haneul’s cock. She mumbles. “It is smaller….”
“Wait…?!... what?! Smaller?!”
“Oh no! Haneul wait…okay I have to confess something.”
“Hmm?”
“I gave a blowjob before.”
“What?”
“No! No… it isn’t what you think. I didn’t like the guy. Hyewon-unnie just told me to try. But I promise nothing else happened. I just watched the rest.”
“For me, oral doesn’t count. So, you are still giving me you.”
Minju smiles and chuckles knowing Haneul is still happy with her. She looks back down at Haneul’s cock and inspects it. “It may be smaller but I don’t know how to handle this.”
“At least my pride isn’t hurt that much.”
“It’s still big, Haneul. Just let me try first.” Minju then opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. First with a lick. Her tongue comes from the base to the tip then she plays with the tip. Her hand slowly grips onto Haneul’s cock and slowly pumps it. At the same pace as Minju swirls her tongue. Minju slowly drops her tongue to the bottom to the base of his shaft then draws her tongue out of his cock.
Haneul lets out a definite groan as Minju completes the first motion. She then bobs her head up and down. Increases her pace as she pumps his cock faster and faster. She sucks as much as she can. Slurping sounds comes out of Minju’s mouth and she pulls Haneul closer to her on the edge. Her tongue moves around his cock, swirling like an ice cream preparing on a cone.
Haneul with him almost as his climax cups Minju’s cheeks, squeezing it showing off a cute face, and pulls it up to him and kisses it. He pulls her down to the bed as he pushes his tongue inside Minju. He breaks the kiss. “You give a great blowjob, you kiss great. I have to buy Hyewon lunch.”
Both Haneul and Minju jump to the bed. Hanuel quickly undoes his shirt, tossing it away. Not he can feel Minju’s breasts pressing against his chest. He resumes the kiss as his handle lingers down from Minju’s face to her waist and then down to her ass.
“Hold on do you have a condom?”
“No need. Hyewon-unnie told me guys likes it raw.”
“Well not if it makes you pregnant.”
“I’m on the pill dont worry.”
“Okay I trust you.” Haneul changes his tone to tease Minju. “Now, you are going to give me your flower?”
“You Don’t have to tease me. I’m just new to it.”
“Don’t worry. It is fine.” Haneul pulls up from the bed and kisses Minju on the lips.
Minju sits up on Haneul’s crotch with his cock in front of her. She props her legs up to line up her pussy on top of Hanel’s cock. She slowly pushes herself down. All the pain she is experiencing is slowing in her face.
“Minju, you don’t have to do this if it hurts.”
“No. I can handle this just wait.”
Minju then pushes herself more, finally going as deep as she can. When she gets fully penetrated, she smiles. Her pain turns into pleasure. She finally gets what she wants. Full penetration with Haneul.
She moves up and down. Her knees are on the bed, making all the movements for her. Her breasts jiggle. Both Minju and Haneul moan in pleasure. They both interlock their hands together. This helps Minju with her balance just in case she falls over. But regardless, all of her pleasure points get stimulated while Haneul’s cock is getting sensitive by the second, letting him release heavier and heavier breaths.
Minju’s legs grow more and more tired. Haneul notices that and switches position by grabbing onto Minju and flipping her to the bed. Now he is on top of her with his hands on either side of her.
“This is called missionary right?”
“You studied a lot for this.”
“Of course. I did.” Minju places her hand on Hanuel’s cheek. “I would for you—”
Haneul smashes his hips onto Minju. Minju’s face shows a hint of some pain returning to her but as soon as it’s over she goes back to her pleasured state.
With her face smiling, Haneul goes back on thrusting into Minju. He moves faster and faster. His cock touches the deepest parts of Minju. It gets it so deep you can feel her womb already.
“Fuck!” Minju shouts.
“Minju is cursing already?”
“Shut up! It’s so good yet ugh— so painful.”
“I can stop if you want.”
“No, go-go. It feels so gooood!”
He resumes thrusting. He can feel Minju’s walls constricting. It gets tighter and tighter as Minju’s walls get used more and more. As before Minju’s breast jiggle but this time from the force that Haneul is putting on Minju.
“Minju…Minju….Minju….I’m going to cum soon. Where do you want it?!”
“Inside. I know you want it. Don’t worry about me. Remember, I’m on the pill!” Minju reassurese Haneul.
“I think I’m in love with you already.”
Minju smiles but doesn’t know if that is what he really means, or if he is just saying that because she is going to cum. But whatever is on her mind is gone after a second as her pleasure points get stimulated.
“Okay, Minju. I’m going to burst!”
Soon, Haneul sees explode inside Minju. He shoots every drop inside, dumping as much as he can. He leaves his cock inside for longer allowing his throbbing cock to unload the rest.
After finishing, Haneul drops beside Minju’s small bed. “Minju, you’re amazing”
“Thank you.”
“Not just your pussy but you’re amazing.”
“I know.” Minju tucks her hair.
Haneul kisses her one more time.
“Good thing it is Saturday tomorrow. I can cuddle with you all night.”
“I’d love that.”
“Goodnight, Minju.”
“Goodnight, Haneul.”
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I read your analysis/thoughts on sebek and his identity as half fairy and half human, and thought it was very, very compelling. I'm also mixed (but obviously not a fantasy race haha) so your explanation for his condescension of humans due to internalized hatred hit close to home. that post then got me thinking about azul because he is also a character who hates his identity, though in a different way. we learn that he's very insecure about being an octopus, and it's implied that even when he was in elementary school he was researching spells to change ones species (when the tweels said he was interesting, it was on one of the shells). do you think azul likes being a human more than his real self? do you think he'd actually prefer to stay/live on the surface because he doesn't have to deal with the memories of being made fun of for just being him? actually, if the theory of mers placing more value on traits that encourage survival is true, while demeaning those that make them easy pickings (like azul's slowness) wouldn't that mean even as an adult, azul would be kind of discriminated against still, thereby making living on the surface even more attractive?
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Aaaah, I’m glad you enjoyed that Sebek analysis!! ^^ That’s one that I’m particularly proud of, especially since I have some personal stakes in the topics I covered in it. Sebek needs more appreciation and understanding!
I think you make some very salient points about Azul. While the discrimination towards octopus merpeople is referenced far less often than the discrimination between fae and humans, it’s still a crucial point in discussions concerning Azul’s insecurities. According to him, octopuses rare compared to other kinds of merpeople. One reason for this could be that octopus merfolk have big, bulky appendages (their tentacles) which get in the way of swimming and leaves them more susceptible to dangers in the deep. As a youth, Azul was bullied for a myriad of reasons, some of which inherently link back to his being an octopus merperson. The other children would make fun of him for swimming slowly, spitting out ink when he cried, and being easy to find during hide-and-seek (most likely due to his larger frame and additional limbs)--all traits which make him an octopus. Azul ended up internalizing a lot of the hurtful comments thrown at him (such as being a "slow, stupid octopus"), and indeed, these are the phrases he himself utters at his lowest moments... that he will go back to being an "idiotic octopus" again.
I actually didn't remember the detail about there being a species changing spell written inside a seashell in the episode 3 flashback, but when I went back to check it was definitely there! (Must've slipped my mind?) I don't know if Azul was studying that spell in hopes or changing himself, if it's for some future endeavor (like the deals he would later go on to make with his classmates), or if he just wanted to expand his own knowledge and become powerful like the Sea Witch 🤔 But!! It definitely gives us some food for thought.
I get the sense that while Azul has formed a new identity for himself and is working on coming to terms with his past, he still harbors some shame which he is careful to mask for the sake of his image. For example, whenever an opportunity arises for Azul to appear in his octopus form but he doesn’t, he hand waves it with a convenient yet reasonable excuse. (In 3-38, he says you don’t see many octopus merpeople in these parts, so appearing as one would draw unwanted attention to himself while he’s trying to return a stolen photograph. Then in 4-34, Azul says he is not a fast swimming because of his tentacles, hence why only the twins revert to their merforms to swim the gang back to Scarabia.) I feel like Azul is purposefully avoiding being seen in his merform because it’s a reminder to himself of his old weak self and he has a lot of self esteem issues tied up in that.
I think being a human, even temporarily, grants Azul a brief escape and allows him to fully embrace this new confident persona he has cultivated for himself. He has literally been made “anew” on land; this strong image of him is all his peers know, whereas his peers in the Coral Sea will have memories of how he used to be. As Azul currently is, I think he has a preference to presenting as human (again, as he’s still working on fully accepting himself). However, I also believe that part of his enjoyment of being a human comes from the lucrative business opportunities that arise from it. He can immerse himself in the ways of the world above and also network, then pull from those experiences to improve upon his own business ventures. This would give him a leg up against competitors that are purely land or purely sea based.
I do think it’s fair to think Azul may live and work on land in the future, though I also think he could return home (in a more permanent sense) if time is kind to him and he’s able to completely embrace everything that he is and everything he once was. I mean, he’ll probably visit home anyway even if he stays on land (as he holds his family and the restaurant staff at his mother’s business in high regard). But no matter where Azul goes, he can never fully escape reminders of his past; even on land, he has Jade and Floyd teasing him about how cute and squishy his octopus form is. He can’t keep running from it. Maybe the Azul at the beginning of episode 3 would want to live on land, where he would be most far removed from his home, and this far removed from his original form and the painful trauma associated with it. But post-episode 3 Azul? I don’t know about that. He has acknowledged at the end of 3 that he made the mistake of rejecting what was an essential part of him. In later story appearances, Azul seems to be a little more approachable, a little more vulnerable (he has those moments where he banters with the twins, when he lets his cool slip arguing with Riddle in 6, etc.). He’s working on it—and with that, reshaping his own beliefs on the world, and on himself. Thus, he could eventually become comfortable with his true form to consider a “return to form” and with it, to the sea.
I also think that the current Azul is a lot more competent than he was as a child, so this would earn him more respect if he were to return. Once Azul started offering his services back in middle school, others seem to have started to treat him a whole lot better (this is also the period where Jade and Floyd get fully invested in him). Most people wouldn’t look at him and see that same crybaby octopus now. Still, it’s hard to tell for certain because there was such a myriad of things Azul was bullied for (his intelligence, his weight, his lack of physical abilities, etc.) which aren’t all tied to his being an octopus.
While I do buy the “merpeople place more value on traits that aid in survival in the oceanic environment” headcanon, it’s hard to say what the real stance is on octopus merfolk in the TWST world is. The only real opinions we have are from NPC merfolk children, and they can be unreliable narrators since… well, little kids can pick on the most mundane of traits. We don’t know if this reflects the feelings of adult merpeople or merfolk society at large; we only have this small sampling to work off of. Circumstances can impact our perception of the lore. For example, Kifaji also says that bird beastmen are rare, but he’s in a wise and privileged enough of a position that we wouldn’t get a good understanding of how bird beastmen in general are treated compared to more abundant types of beastmen like lions.
shjsbskwnzks Phew, those were a lot of thoughts 😅 Hopefully I was able to articulate myself alright!
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