#but for my sake i'm saying that it's faster than it seems and a first try would probably wind up with an accident

[stephlynndrawings]

Fulfillment of a prompt from the @nirnwrote discord server!

Prompt:  “you’ve made your choice so live with it” Given to me by @blossom-adventures

No content warnings that I can think of.

Getting gifts from friends is a long-time tradition between the races of Tamriel… However, one hardly ever got pieces of Dwemer technology by the time the Second Era rolled around. That didn’t stop Neramo from gifting his favorite adventuring buddy, the Vestige, a special piece of technology he came to own. 

The Vestige, naturally, was over the moon at such a big gift, but when she asked how she was supposed to use it, the Altmer simply shrugged before leaving to catch his ship, leaving the Bosmer and her companions lost on what to do.

Several days later (after moving the giant automaton to a place outside of the town they were staying in) the group gathered around the golden contraption, each having their own ideas on how to use it.

“Maybe it has lasers? That would be useful.” Ember suggested, tapping her claws on her staff. Isobel and Bastian shared dubious looks while Mirri inspected the front of it.

“It clearly is meant to be sit in, but is it just a chair? If so, it wouldn’t have the legs.” Isobel mused, though with her lack of experience with Dwemer creations, she was very doubtful. Mirri looked up and over at the Breton, her lips quirked in a way to show she was considering the suggestion. 

“That may be it, but there’s clearly an engine of some kind under this decorative piece.” The Dunmer stated, gently rapping her knuckles on the golden metal. Wylarin, who had been under the machine inspecting what she could, suddenly sat up eagerly, slamming her forehead into the hull of the spider-craft. The other four winced in sympathy, but otherwise waited for what their friend had to say so suddenly. 

“That really hurt- Anyways! I know what this is! Or at least what it most likely is. Based on the parts and how they are used, this is essentially a giant Dwarven spider. And this-” She paused to clamber on into the front seat before motioning to the bent rod sitting in front of her, “Is most likely used to steer. It’s a mount! Like a robotic horse that two people can ride at once! Except it’s a spider, but still.” She grinned at her friends, her eyes sparkling with joy and excitement.

“Darling, do you have any idea how to use it? Or turn it on?” Bastian asked, his amused look laced with concern. 

“I imagine the steering apparatus is the controls, but as for how to turn it on, there’s a slot that’s perfect to put a soul gem into.” The Bosmer explained, pulling her bag up onto her lap to rummage for a soul gem. Once she had one, she carefully placed it into the slot. Immediately, the dull blue markings on the front lit up and the clearing was filled with the familiar sound of Dwemer machinery at work. 

Wylarin let out a sound that was a mix of a scream and a cry of joy, her face looking like a child on Saturnalia. 

“It works! Try moving it, try moving it!” Ember cheered, just as excited as Wylarin. Mirri was excited as well, but Isobel and Bastian were much more wary of the vehicle. 

Wylarin shifted in the seat to get more comfortable before grabbing both sides of the steering mechanism, a determined look set on her face.

“Alright, here goes nothi-” She cut herself off with a shriek as she pushed the rods forward all the way, sending the spider off at high speed. Right off a hidden ledge.

“Shit!” Bastian cried out, pulling his staff out of it’s holster as he ran with the others to where Wylarin disappeared. When they peered over the ledge, they saw the spider upright and still powered up with Wylarin still seated looking perfectly fine if not a bit startled. When she felt the stares of her friends, she looked over and smiled at them brightly. Bastian sighed and put his staff away, shoulders slumping in relief. 

“Maybe someone should ride with you and let you know if you’re gonna run off a ledge again.” Mirri suggested, jumping down from the ledge to better assess if her partner was alright or not. It seemed the other three companions took her suggestion and action as her volunteering herself because they all sat down and got ready to watch what could happen.

When she realized her mistake, the brunette whipped her head around to stare at her other partner, looking at the smug looking Imperial with a look of betrayal, “Basti, you can’t really think I was volunteering, where you?” She asked, her tone laced with mock offense. 

Bastian narrowed his eyes at his two partners before smiling coyly at Mirri, “You’ve made your choice so live with it”

#nirnwrote #eso #elder scrolls online #oc: wylarin rosegrass #eso ember #eso isobel veloise #isobel veloise #eso mirri elendis #mirri elendis #eso bastian hallix #bastian hallix #bastian/mirri/vestige #eso vestige #the mount i'm referencing is the duo-dynamo dwarven spider #mainly because when i bought it and did a test run (with wy's playthrough since her speed is all the way upgraded) i nearly got motion sick #mainly because it looked like it was going faster than the other mounts but it may just be a perspective thing #but for my sake i'm saying that it's faster than it seems and a first try would probably wind up with an accident

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for refusing to pay mere 15 bucks for a while?

I (34F) started working at a supermarket, everyone is friendly and nice there. This one woman (29F) in particular was very nice, shy and doesn't talk too much but I liked her so much and wanted to be friends. I approached her and we hung out everyday, and we even commute together because I don't drive. I assumed it should be free because it's not my car and i shouldn't be responsible for it but offered to pay a part of her gas bills anyway since it's a she was nice enough to match my schedule and sacrifice a part of her time to pick me up and drop me off, we agreed that she would only drive me if she was free so it wasn't a commitment, and i only needed her for evening shifts because my husband is available on morning shifts. Her only condition that I should never be late because she's always on time and I promised her that.

To thank her properly I even bought food for her everyday, the same sandwiches and cakes I like. I'm not sure if she like them too but I can guess because we seemed to have a similar taste in food. The first couple of days she accepted them with a simple thank you but she told me I shouldn't had to. By the third day she started to reject them insisting that I shouldn't have to, and that she brings her own lunch with her. I insisted on her to accept my gifts and she did reluctantly but told me to stop doing again, because it's my money and i should spend it on myself. I told her we are friends and what's mine belongs to her, and wondered if the food I pick didn't suit her taste so I asked her if she liked it or I should buy different things for her. She said she liked them actually she just didn't want me to spend my money needlessly. I continued buying her food everyday regardless. She stopped thanking me for my act of kindness and awkwardly accepting the food, and every single time she tells me I shouldn't do it again but I insist. This continued on for 2 weeks until she told me she wanted to diet, and I should stop buying her food and specially cake because she is trying to lose weight. I agreed but asked her about her diet so I know what to buy her, but she refused to tell me and I stopped buying food for her.

After a while I started commuting with her on morning shifts too because i can get home faster than with my husband but I noticed she wasn't always available because she make many plans after work. She just informs me she has plans but never tells me what they are, so I started to think she's lying and get sad about it. I never confront her because that's not my style so I just tell her it's fine then vent to my other friends about how she keeps ignoring me. That's not the only reason I think she's ignoring me mind you, she also sometimes doesn't hang out with me during breaks.

She found out what I told other friends and got mad at me insisting that I was lying, she said she was just busy sometimes and can't hang out all the time or that she didn't want to disturb me when I was hanging out with other friends, she also reminded me that she isn't obliged to drive me around all the time because that's not what we agreed on.

We had another fight for something irrelevant but we made up, however I felt that we were growing distant after that. She hanged out with me less and less, because I told her she didn't have to sacrificer her plans for my sake ever and that we I don't have to match our schedule anymore, but I still felt sad about it. I knew venting to my other friends would anger her so I kept my mouth shut this time, so she doesn't accuse me of lying again.

We still commute together specially in evenings shifts, but not too much in morning shifts because she keeps having plans. I don't complain about it even when my husband is unavailable.

I received a message saying she hesitated to tell me something but she had to increase the price for our commute if I still wanted to be with her, and the price she set was insane! 2.5 bucks for each ride meaning I had to pay 5 bucks everyday day! she said driving isn't just about gas and that gas is already expensive because her car isn't economy and specially because we live in a hot climate and we need the AC all the time. I didn't like it and tried arguing with her over it, but she didn't budge and I didn't want to lose our friendship over it and tried to forget about it and I actually did forget it so after a month she told me I had to pay 75 buck for the entire month and I got angry because it was too much. For reference this is not the US and 75 bucks is more than enough for gas, my husband's car needs 50 bucks monthly but her car probably needs about 100 bucks and i'm paying 75% of that! She reminded that it was the price she set and she calculated it carefully so she doesn't accidentally charge me for extra rides. For the next couple of month I only commuted with her when necessary and had to pay around 50 buck each month. Also because I pay her much more I thought I might as well get the most of these ride so I always did grocery shopping after work while she waited for me. It's just 15 minutes usually and she shops sometimes too so why can't I? I started doing grocery whenever I needed without asking for her permission even though she asks mine when needs to shop, but after all I'm the one who practically pays for our rides. She's using me for gas so I might as well use her, I felt I should have never suggested helping her with gas, I'd get free rides and these problems would never happen.

I always ask her how much I owe her immediately after getting our paychecks on the 27th, but I need a few days to prepare the cash so I don't pay until after a week usually. We had a fight because she claimed I was always "late" so I decided to finally stop commuting with her, I paid her the 40 bucks I owed her for that month after I stopped talking to her. It was the start of a new month I never rode with her or talked with her, yet when we got our paychecks she told me I owed her 15 buck! I called her out on her lies and told her to stop using me and stealing my money because I haven't commuted with her for the entire month, but she told me it was for the 28th, 29th and 1st day, three days after the paycheck so they would be paid the next month.

I did the math and realized she was not making it up, I didn't apologize for accusing her because I'm still right, she's very greedy for charging me that much. I didn't pay the 15 bucks because that's such an insignificant amount and it didn't matter. She sent an angry message the next month saying she wants her money and I was overstepping boundaries because "I'm getting too comfortable at her expense". I called her out for annoying me just for the sake of 15 bucks, I don't know why that's important to her. I told her I regret even suggesting to pay her, she blew up on me saying it was common sense to pay the driver and that I'm the one who assumed I was riding for free. She claimed she actually told me about the money beforehand but I embarrassed her by assuming she was giving me free rides, and that her embarrassment caused her to not charge me enough at first. I don't remember any of that, I know I have a week memory but I think she is making all that up to get my 15 bucks, so I refused to pay. I reminded her that I bought food for her everyday and she was so ungrateful for that, which proved I'm generous but she's greedy. I also told it's her fault she allowed and forced me to ride her car!

I blocked her number before she replied so I don't know how she responded to that but I decided to go to HR. Unfortunately HR said our commute is none of there business and my ex-friend had the right to charge me as much as she wanted to, and if I didn't agree to that price I shouldn't have rode in her car in the first place!

I paid the money after that, I even gave her 30 bucks because I'm generous and told her to stop bothering me. She refused to take them because I only owed her 15 bucks but I left before she could return the money. She's TA for charging me too much and being ungrateful but am I also?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[hiraya-rawr]

stalker — kaeya .

synopsis !! someone's stalking you and you seek his help

cw !! stalking, creeps, general harassment, sorry to anyone named Bob, friends to lovers(?) but can be considered intimately platonic (i am a sucker for platonic intimacy 🥺)

note !! I got a little carried away starting this fic...

You should have known better than to work overtime that evening; not when you knew you'd be walking home on empty streets and dark alleyways, and especially not when you were anxious about a certain person.

Bob was a tall and lanky man introduced to you by a distant friend about a month ago. He was... overly charming in a way that unnerved you; but you were courteous enough to entertain him nicely and perhaps that was your mistake.

Every other day, without fail, Bob waited for you to get off work. At first, it seemed like mere coincidence; you would leave work and he would be across the street, apparently doing errands. He would wave at you and approach for some lighthearted conversation about the weather and whatnot, asking if you're busy and if you would like to get a drink with him — his treat.

He acted too close to you despite having only met a few times, his questions were intrusive and the way he talked to you about everything in his life without filter made you feel awkward; but the worst part was how touchy he was – not in an inappropriate way, but in how he always has to have a hand on you – your waist, your wrists, side hugs that would last too long and unwarranted head pats. Eventually, his odd personality even reached your coworkers who would offer to walk you out for the sake of avoiding him.

So really, you were an idiot for accepting a late shift, being the last to leave your workplace.

The minute you saw Bob standing by the exit, waving with an eager smile on his face, your stomach dropped. This was too creepy and you tried to glance everywhere but at him, pretending you didn't notice but it was impossible with how he was the only sign of life in sight.

It was really late after all. No ordinary person would wait for a "friend" like this.

"Hey, was wondering what took you so long," He says as he approaches you, "I wanted to walk you home."

"Hey. . ." You give him an off smile, hoping it doesn't seem too strained as you nod, moving away without waiting for him.

"Your coworkers are usually there to walk you home. Do they fight over you like that? They never give me the chance," He laughs, catching up to you. "I guess today's my lucky day, huh?" He leans closer to your face and you gulp, instinctively looking down.

"You're pretty quiet tonight."

You walk a little faster, wrapping your arms closer to yourself.

"Is it the Mond air? It is quite romantic."

You don't respond as you rack your brain for all the basic self defense tricks you remember. How hard could it be to knock out a tall, lanky guy?

"I suppose you must be exhausted, why don't we help ourselves to wine at your place? Amy told me you lived alone."

You silently curse at your mutual friend, feeling like you've had enough as you gathered your courage to snap and face him. "Please leave me alone, I'm not inviting you to my home," You say firmly, "You're making me really uncomfortable now."

Bob seems taken aback by your statement, staggering in his steps as he looks at you. You wonder if he finally got the message before he gives you an apologetic look.

"Ah. . . I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just really wanted to walk you home. It's why I waited for you, y'know?" He reaches a hand out to your cheek to which you flinch away from.

"No– no apologies, just," You turn to walk away from him, slight sprint in your steps, "Stop this. I can walk myself home. Just leave me alone!"

"Hey! Hey (Name), wait up!" He runs up to your side, "I really am sorry. Am I doing anything wrong? Is it because I care too much about you? I'll make it up to you."

You shake your head, "I said leave me alone!"

"Do you do this to your coworkers as well? Playing hard to get?"

"I'm not playing anything!"

"You know, you're being a total bitch right now. I'm trying to understand you, so if you could just–" He tightly grips your wrist and you yelp, stopping as he makes you face him. The frustrated look on his face gone in a blink of an eye, softening as he looks at you. You wonder if he could see just how scared you felt. "Let's talk about this at your place, alright?"

You gulp, the pressure on your wrist loosens when you nodded stiffly.

The rest of the walk went quietly, with him saying a little quip here and there. He recovered fast from the entire ordeal, acting cheerful and charming, even trying to offer his coat as if he isn't the reason why you're shaking in your legs.

You curse at every alley and broken streetlight you pass, who knows what he could do to you in the dark. If anything, you felt a little grateful that his only destination seemed to be your home.

Thankfully, he doesn't seem to know where you live.

You arrive at a doorstep and with fumbling fingers, you flick through your keys.

"So is this your place? It's pretty quaint." You hear him say from behind you and you swallow nervously. Ignoring the keys and quickly rapping at the door with your knuckles. Please be home, please be home.

"Why are you knocking? Lost your key?" He asks confused, thankfully he's a little slow. You frantically knock at the door again, this time shaking the door handle. Bob furrows his eyebrows, reaching to grab your shoulder and you flinch.

"Hey, where are we–"

The door swings open.

"(Name)? It's almost 2 AM, what are you. . ." Kaeya rubs the sleep from his eyes, eyeing you down. He's dressed in a pair of loose slacks, his white, dress shirt buttoned down and a much softer medical eyepatch covering his eye.

It only takes him a second to register the situation.

"K-kaeya. . ." You sob, visibly shaken as tears spring up your eyes.

All you could feel was utter relief at the sight of him. The hand that was rubbing the back of his neck pulls away to his side, you wonder if he's about to materialize his sword. Instead, the doorway turns several degrees colder.

"Who's this?" Bob huffs from behind you.

". . Not aware of your own cavalry captain?" There's a strain in his lithe voice as he narrows his eyes at the lanky man, especially at the hand on your shoulder, "Captain Kaeya, of the Knights Order."

"Wha- why are you at (Name)'s house?" Bob seems persistent as he glares back, stupidly unfazed by the title.

Kaeya doesn't bother to correct him as he pieces the situation together.

"Come here, (Name)," He says in a softer tone, pulling you away but Bob grips your shoulder back.

"No. Wait," He hisses, "I thought we were going to spend the evening together? You told me you lived alone!" Bob shakes at your shoulders and you hic in your throat.

"I- I never said any of that! I told you to leave me alone!"

Kaeya's jaw clenches as he swats the hand on your shoulder away. He finally pulls you in and behind him, covering your body with his.

"I think I've had enough of this. I'll be asking you to leave now, or we'll be having a difficult time."

"I was the one who walked her home." Bob growls.

"If you haven't noticed, this is my home. But if you insist on lingering around I could escort you straight to the Ordo's dungeons. I'm sure you don't mind sharing a bed with treasure hoarders."

Bob takes a step back, trying to catch your eye but Kaeya is quick to shield you away from him. Broad shoulders hiding your form. The latter grumbles under his breath, trying not to falter from the cryo allogene's death glare.

"Ugh, fine," Bob turns around, walking away, "You know, I was just trying to be nice. What a bitc-"

He screeches as a frigid blast lashes from behind him. Cold icicles damping his clothes, shivering at the cryo effect as he turns in red anger, "Why, you! You!"

Kaeya only smiles, raising an eyebrow as if daring him to continue. This time, however, Bob knew better than to go against a vision wielder. He grumbles, walking away hurriedly.

The cryo user sighs as he closes the door, turning to you, "Are you alright?"

You've calmed down a lot more after seeing him, but the mad thumping in your heart was difficult to stop.

"K-kaeya, I'm sorry for waking you," You try to fix yourself up, "I just- I didn't know where else to go. I couldn't bring him home, I—"

Kaeya shushes you gently, leading you to the livingroom couch, "It's alright. You did the right thing bringing him here."

He sits you down the couch, hands reaching out to brush your tears away on either cheek, "You're alright now. You're safe."

"Will. . . will he be back?" You choke out, "He's awfully persistent, he's always waiting for me outside of work, I don't think I can-" Your voice catches on your throat, trying to swallow down a sob. You really don't want to keep facing Bob or situations like these. He had unconsciously affected so much of your habits and safe spaces, and you hated him for it.

"He won't. I'll make sure of it," Kaeya pats at your hair, taking a seat next to you, "I'll have the knights file an investigative report on him. Or an incident case. We can place you under an Apprehended Violence Order, if you'd like. It'll keep you under the knights' protection."

"Yes, that- that would be nice," You sigh, steadying your voice, "Thank you."

He smiles, finally clearing away your tears. "Don't mention it. It's my job–" He pauses, "And as your friend, it's the least I could do. . ."

You offer him a smile. A genuine one this time and somehow, Kaeya's heart flutters at the sight.

"Would-" He coughs into his hand, trying to hide his stutter. He's not shy. Definitely not. "Would you like to stay the night?"

"Stay the night?"

"It's much more comforting, no? You could take my room, I could take the couch. It's just a suggestion, though, if you're uncomfortable I could get the horse from the stables and give you a ride hom-"

"That would be fine," You cut off, reaching up to cup his own hands on your face. His hands are warm for a cryo user. "I'd like to stay the night."

"You sure? I'd understand if you're feeling uncomfortable around others, especially after experiencing... that kind of person."

"Mhmm, it's alright. Besides," You bite down on your lip, eyes suddenly averting from his as you try to hide your growing blush, "You're nothing like that idiot."

Kaeya doesn't blush. He's a cryo user. Cryo users don't blush that easily. Definitely not.

"A-ah." He swallows nervously, eyes also looking away, "T-then allow me to prepare you my room."

He stands, turning away from you. At the sight of his retreating figure, you could've sworn his ears tinted themselves pink.

Perhaps cryo users do blush easily.

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canon kaeya is a shy boy that flirts but can't handle people that flirt back—

note !! this was loosely based on someone I know– the amount of effort I went through just to avoid him gsjehdhsjk I'd often run up to people I wasn't even that close with and they'd bring me along in understanding.

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[hwajin]

#! — ʟᴀsᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

genre: smut, fluff

pairing: jisung x virgin!fem!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: first time/ losing virginity, PROTECTED SEX i've never written protected sex before oml, very soft tho

req!

"Alright... are you ready?"

When you have laid on the bed, your boyfriend hovering above you, lips greeding to taste the other, to inhale every scent and breath and sound, you had known what'd come next. Known because the wet patch between your heated thighs was insufferable, known because Jisung's hips seemed to grow a mind on their own, known because your thoughts went further and further and further, drawing sinful pictures that promised so much more than what you as of now been used to.

And then you have called out that you have never done this before. That you have never been this close to another, never flushed bodies so closely you could barely catch your breath. That you have never kissed anyone this hungrily, in such intimacy, in such want and hurry — hurry, not because you wanted to get it done and over with; hurry, because you needed more, so much more than you were getting, a type of satisfaction you have only ever heard about, not yet experienced.

"Ji wait-- I'm —. I've never done this before...", and then quiter, as though embarrassed, "...I'm a virgin. This is my first time."

And to say all hell broke lose within your boyfriend was an understatement. When thinking about, he didn't care, not really. Not about the fact that you have never gotten around to experience such intimacy with another person, that you were a late bloomer, not screwing around much as a teen, and maybe too busy when you entered university and jobs, adulthood. And not about the fact that he would take your virginty — he hated viewing like that. Because it wasn't something he could be taking, possibly, it wasn't in his power. Rather — and he liked that point of view a lot better — it was you who gave him a piece of yourself, willingly, because you wanted him, trusted him, saw him as your right choice.

And with it, there was a certain nervosity. One that he tried overplaying for the sake of you, one that he didn't want to allow to get to his head. Because screwing it due to his nerves, giving you a bad experience because he couldn't keep it together — he wouldn't be able to excuse himself that, ever. Jisung didn't want to show you a first bad example, didn't want you to go home with disappointment lingering within — simply put, he wanted, needed, desperately so, for you to be able to announce to your friends that your first time wasn't as bad as it so often turned out to be, that you were left satisfied, that he managed to leave you satisfied, and coming back for more.

And in the same breath, he knew sex wasn't about the performance. Knew that the more nervous he grew the worse he'd make you feel — because sex wasn't about proving, anything to anyone. Sex was exploring, together, even if it meant taking a while to figure stuff out; and maybe that was the best part of it all.

"Yeah... I'm ready. Just- go slow. Please."

You had noticed Jisung's change in behaviour when you have announced the news. You didn't plan to say much initially, thinking the simple fact that you've never got laid before might take away a certain easiness, might make the both of you uneseccarily giddy and nervous — and yet the words have left your lips faster than you could think, even. But you didn'r regret it. Most partners prior momentarily grew all sorts of strange whenever met with that simple of a sentence. Either didn't understand, couldn't possibly get it into their head that not every person has fucked someone with the ripe age of 16. Or — and the scenario that you despided so much more, by any means — they got a kick out of it. And though Jisung did have a reaction to your words, it was one that you adored, if anything. He had moved more carefully suddenly, a nervousness behind his eyes you sensed right away. But despite that, despite his obvious change in demeanor, he hasn't said any more than "I'll go slow... please tell me whenever I should like, stop. Or go slower. Just tell me." There was no cockiness, no play of ego or power. And that alone made you feel the most secure about your desicion.

You were long naked at that point, and anticipating. Bodies hot and both of your nerves calmed, replaced by need rushing through your veins. And your boyfriend was going slow, keeping his promise. With every inch he moved further, and a bit deeper he made sure to give you time, to get you to understand the feeling, to get used to the type of stretch you've never experienced like this before. Not painful necessarily, yet a burning in your thighs and abdomen — and you liked the feeling already, knowing it wasn't half of what was yet to come.

"You- you good?"

He was breathless, the excruciatingly slow pace getting to him. And it was sweet he asked, in the first place, as if your whines and whimpers of pleasure weren't enough of an indicator, were saying more than words ever could. You nevertheless hummed out in agreement to his question, unable to react any further — your body as though burned in desire, in overwhelming satisfaction, contracted and squirmed under Jisung's touch. And your knuckles turned white when your boyfriend finally bottomed out, after teasingly long moments of testing the waters. And your fingers entangled in his hair when he set a slow pace, ready to blow right then and there already, yet keeping his composure — for the sake of you.

He was a goner as were you, the rich feeling of him against your insides so all intaking, so strange yet strangely familiar already that your head fell back into the pillows. You couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes, as badly as you wanted to see your lover, trace his feautures and remember his face in a moment so vulnerable and intimate like this. And your fingernails clawed into Jisung's shoulders, the stinging pain nothing but egging him on, increasing in speed minimally, checking for a sign of discomfort in your behaviour. When he didn't see one, met only with a sight so incredibly sinful and seductive, your skin glistening in sweat, slightly reddened and mouth parted, calling out his name and sounds as sweet as honey he only moved faster, this much deeper, this much more precise. Two of his fingers found your clit, trying to push you over the edge — because he himself was so close already, could barely keep it in, yet he didn't allow it himself to let go first, your pleasure his priority.

And then your body nothing but shuddered up, thighs shaking against Jisung's sides, your back arching and a drawn out moan leaving your throat, the sound hitting him right in his core. It was so deeply filled with emotion, with pleasure and need and love that it didn't take him any longer than seconds to follow you, filling up the condom, imagining it were your insides he painted white instead. Jisung thrusted a couple more times, until your body was writhing in overstimulation, until his legs gave out and his limbs became heavy and numb. You were laying side by side, hands still touching because you didn't seem to have enough of each other yet, and reassuring words rolled over lips; "You okay?", "You came, yeah?", "You need something, water, some food?", "You wanna go clean up?" — and you've never been so sure in your decision, to have trusted Jisung, to have let yourself go into him entirely.

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#han jisung imagines #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #han jisung scenarios #skz smut #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines

[artstelle]

Not Mine To Keep

The first time Arthur came to Merlin's shop, he looked so out of place, unsure of what to do. Merlin guessed he was either too "manly" to be seen buying flowers, or a rich prat who never had to buy his gifts himself. Neither were exactly wrong guesses. He felt bad for the woman the man was buying the flowers for.

They had a rather unpleasant encounter that day and Merlin was sure the man would never, ever come anywhere near the shop again, and would probably tell everyone he knew not to buy from there either. So it was a surprise when he saw the other man again. He said that while the employees were rude, the place unfortunately had the best flowers around. Of course, that would be a better excuse if the man actually bought any flowers that time.

After that, it became a regular thing, Arthur visiting once a week. At first, he asked questions about flowers, then it turned into them chatting, insulting each other sometimes and joking, laughing.

Merlin knew he shouldn't, but he was sad and depressed when the man – Arthur, he learnt – stopped coming. He was worried when Arthur didn't show up for two weeks in a row, but weeks turned into months and he accepted that the other man had probably just grown bored of their little conversations.

And then, he just showed up. Merlin welcomed him as he would any other customer, tried not to stare or ask demand an explanation as to why he just vanished. But he knew he had no right to, they were two strangers having casual conversation, that was all. If Merlin had feelings for that gorgeus blond man who turned out to be actually funny and charming, then it was his problem alone.

Arthur stayed silent for some time, and he seemed nervous, god knows why. He looked at his hands, the flowers, the walls and anywhere other than at Merlin. Just as the silence started to be too much and Merlin thought maybe he should say something, Arthur opened his mouth.

"I had things to deal with. Things to arrange. Both personal and business issues." Merlin wanted to say there was no need for explanation, but was too shocked by Arthur's next words to say anything. "I am sorry."

Arthur Pendragon did not apologize. He would show that he was sorry, but never put it into words.

But Merlin had to talk, because the man was looking at him, obviously waiting for an answer. "Oh, um... O-ok." What he wanted to say was: why do you look like a kicked puppy? "It's fine, life gets busy sometimes." That seemed to ease Arthur's mind, if the smile that formed on his lips was any proof. His beautiful lips, how nice it would be to kiss them. Oh for god's sake! Merlin had to get rid of those thoughts.

"Well, is there anything you want? If you aren't going to buy anything, I can get you a chair, but you're blocking the way. Though I don't think I can talk much, there's a big order I need to prepare." He didn't mean to sound harsh, didn't want Arthur to leave, but it was hard to go back to how they used to be. Maybe in a week, he would stop wondering what the personal matters he had to arrange were.

"Actually... I want to. I'm here for a bouquet."

Oh... Ok then. That was unexpected. Merlin remined himself that there was nothing for him to be sad about.

"Ok, which one?" He showed the bouquets that were prepared for customers to choose from. It helped them to see how the thing would look before purchasing, it and was faster to have some made up already when it was busy. And if they didn't sell, Merlin took them to the local hospital to give someone a little smile. "Or do you want a custom made one?"

"A custom one. But I was hoping you could help me choose the flowers." Arthur twisted the end of the ribbon on the counter around his finger.

"Sure, it is my job." Stop being so nervous, Merlin told himself firmly. "What kind of bouquet do you want?" He didn't want to know but he had to ask.

"To show... Something that says 'You are important to me' and 'I think of you all the time.'"

Merlin's heart hurt so much he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide it. It was no surprise the bouquet was for Arthur's lover, but he would never have expected Arthur could say such things. He must really love her. "And 'I wish to spend more time with you.'" Arthur looked at Merlin for the first time since he had entered the shop that day. Merlin wished he wouldn't. "And..." Please, enough, go tell those things to her yourself. I don't want to hear them! "'I love you.'"

Merlin turned his back, knowing he should be happy that Arthur had found someone he loved. Arthur often talked about the girls his father threw his way and how he never had any feelings at all, at least most of the time. Whenever that happened, Merlin thought about Arthur's first visit to his shop, the bouquet he'd bought, but he couldn't bring himself to ask who it had been for.

"I'll make something." He bit his lip while choosing the flowers. Merlin stared at the bright lamp to prevent the tears from falling down his cheeks. He didn't want to make a fast and simple bouquet just to get away from the situation. It was important to Arthur, and if Merlin couldn't be happy for him, at least he could do his job right.

After who knew how long, he had the flowers ready. "Here, I hope she likes them."

But Arthur did not reach out to take them.

"I hope he does," he said instead. "Keep them, please. They're for you."

_____________________________________________________________

Look… I drew that in November. Then when I was posting, I realized I forget to add the bouquet and since then it is waiting to be posted in my wip folder. Not even wip! I put that in completed folder cause like, it was mostly done. I wanted to pick flowers with correct meanings. I gave up and just drew a pretty bouqute cause it is better than never finishing it. Please pretend they have suitable meanings to what Arthur wanted to say.

I wasn't planning to write something that long! Wow.

Edit: I posted it to ao3 too. Here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48305071

Flowershop AU for @merlinbingo

art by @artstelle

#my art #did I just write a fanfiction #it counts as one #right? #wow that's a surprise #I wanted to write a paragraph about the backstory #that was all #bbc merlin #merthur #digital art #merlin bingo #merlin #arthur pendragon

[kpopsexstories]

QUICK FIX #8: The first time you have sex with NCT Haechan, he makes you come before he fucks you harder for his own pleasure

Member: NCT Haechan

Content: Missionary, Rough

Type: MEDIUM

Word Count: 643

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊

To your surprise, Haechan is excellent in bed. The way he controls his body, and knows just what to do to bring you to the edge. The way he touches you in just the right places, and moves his soft ass at just the right speed and angle. It's as if he can read your mind, and you've never experienced anything like it.

You're on your back with your knees in the air when you orgasm. He's on top of you, leaning to the side on one elbow, massaging your boob and holding his breath. His attention is fully focused on your pleasure. Your thighs squeeze tight around his waist when you come in his arms.

When the orgasm settles, Haechan slows down but doesn't stop. “Did I satisfy you?” he asks with a playful smirk, while he keeps moving his hips slowly and stimulating you with his cock.

“Yeah,” you moan, relaxed but still shaking from the orgasm.

Haechan seems pleased with himself. Now, he's eager to come too, and he no longer feels a need to hold back for your sake.

When he feels assured that you're happy, he gradually picks up the pace again. This time, he starts going a lot faster than before, and quickly begins to pant above you. With his mouth half open, he places his lips near yours and closes his eyes.

You caress his legs with your feet, and let your hand glide up and down his spine. His skin is soft to the touch, and heat radiates from his body.

“Grab my ass,” he suddenly says.

Your hands slide down his back, until you have a firm grip around his cheeks. Despite their mushy softness, they feel tense and hard as he fucks you.

Suddenly, Haechan sits up on his knees. He grabs your waist and pulls your ass closer to him, while slamming hard against your pelvis. You spread your legs wider, tilt your head back and arch your spine.

You feel his eyes admiring your body. For his pleasure, you begin to squirm and massage your boobs.

Haechan starts to grimace and groan. “Ah, ah, ah!” he says repeatedly, as he slams his cock inside you.

“Ahh, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!”

When a strong sensation rushes through his body, he holds you tighter than ever, to the point that it hurts around your waist and the pain almost becomes too much for you. He's sweating, flexing his muscles, and groaning in front of you.

He lets out a deep sound that comes the bottom of his throat. “Aahrg,” he says, as he ejaculates inside you. His face becomes twisted and every muscle in his body is working at full capacity.

This is a different, wilder side of him that you get to see. You like it, though not as much as the sensual way he pleasured you before. Still, fulfilled and satisfied as you are, you're happy to let him fuck you in whatever way he wants.

With a few slow but hard final thrusts, Haechan empties himself inside you. When he's finished, his body starts to relax. His lungs and chest expand and retract rapidly, and his stomach moves far in and out. It's quite hot to watch, the way his v-line becomes visible with each exhale, and disappears each time he inhales deeply.

When he's completely empty and spent, he falls on top of you with a heavy thump. You smile as you hold is hot body, and the sweat on him rubs off on your skin.

“Thank you,” he says when his breathing steadies. His stomach is still moving up and down on top of you, and his whole upper body with it, but with each breath he breathes a little slower, and feels a little heavier on you.

“Thank you,” he repeats. “I really needed that.”

#smut #nct #nct smut #nct dirty #nct 127 #nct dream #kpop smut #nct haechan smut #nct haechan #haechan smut #haechan nct #haechan

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Cater Diamond Halloween Personal Story: Part 3

"What a bunch of lies"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Hall of Mirrors]

Silver: Please don't push. There is no entry permissible into the Hall of Mirrors

Man A: Eeeeh, come on! I came all this way out the remote Sage's Island just to see Malleus Draconia.

Man B: We're trying to do the Draconia Challenge! C'mon～

Woman C: He's inside, right? The real Draconia! The Malleus!

Guests: MALLEUS! MALLEUS! MALLEUS!

[lightning flashes]

[thunder rolls]

Silver: This was supposed to be a special event. And Malleus-sama himself stepped up to help host these guests…

Silver: And yet for this sort of thing to happen…

Silver: You all should leave now. Malleus-sama is extremely angry.

Man A: We all spent a ton to travel all the way here. Doesn't he know the meaning of noblesse oblige?

Guests: MALLEUS! MALLEUS! MALLEUS!

[Exterior Hallway]

Cater: So, even Malleus-kun's gotten pissed off at all the Magicam clout chasing guests, huh?

Sebek: Correct. At first, he was so calm that he was even telling me to settle down…

Sebek: But then one fool grabbed at his horns and did some sort of pantomime.

Sebek: SAYING, "JUST LIKE AN OLD BICYCLE!"

Lilia/Cater: GAH!!!

Cater: Don't know if that was brave… or just reckless…

Cater: So then, all those dark clouds and lightning that's looming over the Hall of Mirrors is Malleus-kun on a magical rampage?

Cater: Wait, he wouldn't overblot over something like this, would he…!?

Lilia: Don't fret. He won't overblot just by using that amount of magic.

Lilia: This is a mere temper tantrum. Back when he was a wee one, he would also completely reduce crags to mere pebbles with his lightning whenever he threw a fit like this.

Cater: Hahaha… He's just on a different level entirely.

Cater: It was smart that we sent Kalim-kun along to go call for a professor.

Sebek: When Vil-senpai realized what was happening, he evacuated my liege, and is putting up barriers to make sure to no harm comes to the visitors.

Sebek: Also, it seems Jade-senpai is working on trying to persuade the young master to come back to his senses with his own tactics…

Sebek: All of these humans who still don't understand just how grave this situation has become are just causing further ire to my lord, and things are spiraling out of control.

Lilia: We'll have to use our last resort.

Lilia: In order to keep the "worst outcome" from happening, we should forcefully try to subdue all these rubberneckers.

Cater: Wait, Lilia-chan. I got an idea. 'Cause it's not like they all are here 'cause they hate Malleus-kun.

Cater: But that doesn't mean they really like him, though… More like, they're just trying to stick with what's "in" right now.

Cater: Basically, just like how my old acquaintances are doing.

Lilia: ?

Cater: Alright, first, I'm gonna snap a pic of you, Lilia-chan, since you're dressed the same as Malleus-kun!

[shutter clicks]

Cater: Next, I'll use the tool that every influencer needs. This photo editor'll stretch Lilia-chan's picture vertically!

[swipe, swipe]

Cater: Then, I'll just quickly slap some text on there. And then upload it alongside the picture!!

[chime]

Cater: #MalleusEncounter #DraconiaChallenge #UnexpectedMeetingOnTheSchoolGrounds #NRCHalloween

[chime]

Man A: H-Hey. Look at the DraconiaChallenge tag.

Man B: Looks like he's at the sports field right now. That's Malleus for ya. He's so much faster than us!

Woman C: Ooookay. Let's head over there, everybody!

Guests: YEAAAAAAAAAAH!

Silver: What is going on? Malleus-sama should still be within the Hall of Mirrors.

Cater: Whew. The storm should calm down now… Right?

Vil: For goodness sakes. Accidents are an unavoidable part of being on stage. To react as such to instigating visitors is such an amateur move.

Vil: Well, this is where I leave you, I will be heading back to my dorm for a moment to freshen up my appearance.

Jade: Well now, that was touch and go for a moment there. Malleus-san's power is quite mighty, isn't it.

Jade: I had wanted to persuade him to stop by utilizing good, strong eye contact, but it was much too far out of my depth.

Jade: And now, I shall also leave to return back to my station. Have a pleasant Halloween, everyone.

Malleus: I fear I almost stoke the coals on the relationship between our species during a mere school event.

Malleus: I must learn to control my emotions better…

Sebek: There is absolutely no blame that should fall on your shoulders, my liege! The fault purely lies at the feet of those indecent humans!

Silver: Malleus-sama just said he did not wish for any hostility between species. What do you hope to gain by exacerbating that hostility?

Sebek: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, SILVER?!?!?!

Lilia: Malleus. Have you forgotten the promise we made when you were naught but a wee one? Whenever the emotions in your heart are tumultuous, you should call for us.

Lilia: We may not be connected by blood, but we are family. Understand?

Malleus: Lilia… My apologies. And to everyone else, as well.

Silver/Lilia/Sebek: ……。

Cater: …Family…huh.

[FLASHBACK]

Lilia: ―I think I understand you.

Lilia: Just as you professed earlier, Cater, perhaps one truth to it all is to avoid becoming too attached to certain people.

Cater: (What a bunch of lies.)

Cater: (Lilia-chan's built up these priceless relationships from being with them together for a long while…)

Cater: (How can he even hope to understand my stupid, pathetic little feelings?)

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

Cater: Hi, Trey-kun. What's up?

Cater: Eh? Our night-time rehearsal for our stamp rally site's starting now?

Cater: And my fellow committee member Deuce-chan's so shorthanded that Ace-chan's helping out?

Cater: Augh, Ace-chan's definitely trying to get me in his debt!

Cater: Gah! And Riddle-kun's on the verge of exploding? I'm on my way right now, Trey-kun, so try to calm him down for me!

Cater: I was just caught up in what could have been the biggest, most terrible crisis of this Halloween Week!

Cater: No, really! I'm not lying. Come onnn, don't be so cold to me, 'kay?

Cater: HHHHHHNNNGH, TREY-KUN YOU'RE SO HEARTLESS～～～～!!

Cater: Alright, now that the Diasomnia fiasco has calmed itself down, time to get hyped again.

Cater: It'll be the same here, anyway. Once four years pass, we'll all go our separate ways. …Well, guess not if I get held back～

Cater: So, I gotta make sure I enjoy the "now" as much as I can!

Cater: I'm gonna rock this skeleton costume and scare everybody!

Cater: I'll show 'em all just how hard Cay-kun can go.

Cater: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #jade leech #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #silver #sebek zigvolt #lilia vanrouge #twst cater #twst jade #twst vil #twst malleus #twst silver #twst sebek #twst lilia #twst translation #twst halloween #screaming halloween show #mention: riddle #mention: ace #mention: deuce #mention: trey #mention: kalim

[asterefflores]

I like to think that the others underestimate Cale's ( Not Rok Soo's because they've already been traumatized enough, that man needed constant supervision because he just won't stay still) insane creativity at being self-destructive, like I can't find the right words to describe it but Cale, at least in your story, had this air around him that seems like his careful, that they can trust him he won't get hurt, that at least they can trust him with his health because look, he's exercising so that he would be healthy, unlike Rok Soo who would rather skillfully neglect himself until he's nothing but skin and bones, at least we won't have to worry that he'll overwork himself till he faints like a certain someone-

Then BAM-

He just run headfirst into what most likely is his impending doom, fearlessly flirting through unnecessary dangers and throwing himself into certain death and oh- This one isn't different at all, if anything he's worse.

Because at least with Rok Soo, he isn't alone. He'll take Choi Han with him, he had the children with him, he'll bring companions with him when he's feeling like butting in with somebody else's business but this one however, he goes into his suicidal missions by himself, with only his wit and overly destructive powers alone like the crazy bastard that he is.

While I was reading through your story, the chat with Xavian stuck in my head like glue, because to me, it just seemed to be hinting about Cale's personality, that he won't drag others into his mess for their safety, that while he can ask for help he won't because he can't endanger them. I've always felt like the difference between Rok Soo and Cale is that Rok Soo is willing to accept help if it means it'll lighten the burden and finish the job faster while Cale just simply draw the line earky on and do it himself, even if it means it's slow-going.

This rant could be just a bunch of nonsense my brain spits out but I really want this out because I just really love your story, and I enjoy making my own theories about what that and this means, overcomplicating things is my specialty, so hope you won't mind!

Also, I pray for the Alberu in your story because now, he had two crazy bastards as his sworn brothers, it's double the headache. They'll most likely drive him crazy! Poor guy...

No it's not a bunch of nonsense and I like reading theories and deep anylsis on some parts anyone could overlook, please come share your thoughts often lol, and you're right in this, Cale in my story is even worse than Rok Soo. He has this habit where he separates general goal from personal, even if he has his team members let's say, he would only contact and ask them to do something for a mission if it's for their job or something they all aim for, but if it's something he alone is aiming for then he would rather do it by himself than ask their help because it's about him alone so why drag others and most possibly get hurt for his sake?

It's not like he likes to put himself in danger but it's just his past traumas that makes him prefer going around all alone and usually comes out of it unscathed or alive at least.

If his team members insist on helping he would accept it eventually, however not the case with others, he would accept from Rok Soo if not for Choi Han and others surrounding him who could go insane should anything happen to their dear person, he can't trust them not go crazy mad against him even if they are being nice and friendly with him now. Past experiences, again. So if his team members were with him currently in the story the situation would be so different. It all depends on the people around him and how they make him feel and how much they are willing to offer.

And I'm honestly amazed someone remembers Xavian, I'd like to thank you lol

And Cale here is the one driving both Alver and Rok Soo crazy lmao but to be fair, Alver started trouble first this time so he has only himself to blame

[accidentalslayer]

Word Count: 1,497 (ish)

Warnings: Implied death, violence.

Author's Notes: Health issues continued being a problem and caused this chapter to be late as hell but I finally have it done! While this part of DL feels a little boring, I hope you like it. The next chapter will give us our first peak at Reader so that'll be exciting! Also, health is doing much much better. Let's hope I write chapter five a bit faster than I did this one LOL!

Please feed me comments, hearts, and reblogs if you liked this 🌹You can find me on A03 as: accidentalslayer

Pairing: Yandere!Elijah & Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader (eventually)

Summary: You should never go to second location with William Webb.

Recommended Song: "People I Don't Like" by: UPSAHL

Chapter Four: The Prodigal Son (Part Two)

[October 2nd, 1991

Mystic Falls, Virginia]

"Isn't it just perfect?"

Carol wiggled her ring finger in front of Grace so that the diamonds on her wedding band glittered and shone underneath the dim lamplight. "I told Richard not to break the bank, but the silly man just couldn't help himself!"

"Well, I wasn't about to let my wife run around in a cheap knock-off," Rich chuckled, "What kind of husband would I be then?? My woman deserves only the best. Right, hunny?"

"Oh, Rich..."

Grace and William watched in barely suppressed disgust as the Lockwoods shared a kiss between each other. One that lasted a bit too long for it to be comfortable. At a certain point, Grace cleared her throat, hoping it would interrupt them.

"Ah, where are our manners?" Richard Lockwood asked with a coy smile, finally pulling away from his wife, "We were talking, weren't we?"

He didn't wait for either Grace or William to reply before continuing what was starting to seem like a one-way conversation.

"So, Will. What brings Mystic Falls' prodigal son back into town?? Ready to settle down and start a family with somebody special?"

Mr. Lockwood's gaze trailed (not so subtly) over onto Grace, who glowered back at him, and Will. There was cold fire burning deep within her eyes as she did. Something that was historically never a good sign when it came to Grace. William knew from experience. A shiver ran down his spine. He would need to choose his next words with care...

"Ah, no. I'm happy with being a bachelor," he said solemnly, "In all honesty, I'm too busy these days with work to pursue anything really serious."

Carol scoffed, "Oh, that's what they all say!"

"Is it, Carol?" Grace shot back, her tone brisk and lined with edges, "Is that what they all say?"

"It's how I got my Richard."

"Pretty sure you got "your" Richard another way."

"Ladies, ladies!"

"Uh..."

The tension mounting around the booth could be cut with a knife. William sensed that he'd have to alter the course of their conversation before both women murdered each other, so he began telling everyone about his new job. And the reason why he'd come back to Mystic Falls. It was 50% half truths, 50% outright lies, but either side hooked his audience and temporarily cooled down their anger. Unfortunately, it also inspired Richard to start talking about his (running) candidacy for mayor. A topic that William cared nothing about and knew was going to steal more valuable time away from him. Time he didn't have. He needed another distraction...

"DRINKS!!" William exclaimed, suddenly bolting upright in the booth and slamming his fist down on the table, "We need more drinks! To celebrate the, uh. The-"

"Candidacy!" Grace finished his sentence, giving Will a look that told him she was thinking on the same wavelength, "To celebrate Richard's future as the mayor of Mystic Falls!! In fact, I'm gonna help this dork here order. He doesn't know an IPA from a porter. Isn't that right, Will?"

William glared at her but was forced to agree for the sake of this charade.

"What a wonderful idea!" Carol brightened at the offer, "I'll have a glass of chardonnay. Tell them to use the Grand Cru."

"Just grab me a brandy. Plain. No ice."

Egos sated, the Lockwoods scooted over, giving William and Grace enough room to get out of the booth. Grace mouthed the word 'hurry' to Will as she grabbed her purse and literally speed walked towards the bar. William followed suit, but before he was able to extricate himself completely, Rich asked him an off-handed question...

"Was it really an animal in the woods that night?"

"..."

The only answer William gave Mr. Lockwood was an icy grimace.

"Steve! Code Crimson. I need you to make direct eye contact with me, nod your head a few times, and act like I've just ordered a few drinks," Grace announced to the man behind the counter when she arrived at the bar, "Dick is being a creep."

Steven, the most seasoned mixologist at the Grill, raised a single brow in response while he continued to work. It looked like he was making a Mystic Moon; one of the most popular cocktails on sale this month and a fairly easy drink to put together. Despite this, Steve was taking his time blending in the blueberry juice, grenadine syrup, and gin.

"Stevie, c'mon. Pretty please? For me??"

The bartender sighed, "Grace, I can 86 any other guy who hits on you here, but Mr. Lockwood is a loyal patron-"

"Oh my god, you're seriously taking bribes from Little Dick now?!" Grace hissed, "Traitor."

"I don't see you paying my rent."

"Watch it, now. I'll stop bringing you a plate every Sunday. I know how much you love my lasagna!"

"You drive a hard bargain, Grace, but I was a line cook once upon a time, remember?? You'll have'ta do better than that."

"I'll start playing Fantasy League Football with you."

"Now we're talking!"

"Ugh, I regret this already."

Steve chuckled, then went straight to pretending that she'd ordered something and left Grace with the sneaking suspicion that he'd gotten the best portion of their deal. William joined her at the bar a second afterward, similarly frustrated. The two friends sighed at the same time. Their night was not going the way they'd expected it would...

William ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair. "So, what now?" he asked Grace, "I still owe you an explanation. A real one."

"Knew that whole 'I'm here for work' story was a crock of shit," She replied while glancing back at both Lockwoods to make sure their eyes weren't upon them. Thankfully, however, Rich and Carol seemed to be distracted by another person now.

"It wasn't all untrue. It just...wasn't all true either."

Grace scowled, "Well, it's great to know I can still tell when you're lying. Let's get out of here."

Luck wasn't on their side tonight. For as soon as they exited the Grill, it began to rain. William tore off his jacket and held it over Grace's head like an umbrella while they ran through the downpour to the safety of his truck. But by the time they'd got inside the vehicle, they were both soaking wet. It was a good thing he'd fixed the heater before the trip here. William turned it on, dialing up the heat to high. Blessed warmth filled the air and fogged the windows like blurry curtains. Providing a sort of privacy that he needed to finally tell Grace the truth.

William took a deep, shaky breath in, then out.

"Grace," he started, "I know you don't remember it, but...you made me promise something on the night of the accident. We swore an oath that if I ever got in over my head with anything, I'd come to you for help. And you swore on your mother's lineage that no matter what, you'd help me. You gotta know, I never wanted this day to come. Not ever. Honest to god! But we made an oath."

A laugh came from Grace. She looked at William with snickering disbelief, "What?? Do you need a loan? You know, you can drop the whole act. It's just you and me now. You reeeeally don't have to make up a story to tell me what the fuck is going on. This isn't high school anymore."

"Yeah, I know. Things would be much simpler to explain if they were..."

William reached into the backseat for a package wrapped in deerskin. He placed it on his lap and gingerly peeled back the animal hide to reveal a pair of bracelets hidden inside. Made from pale, wooden beads that were inscribed with strange symbols, they gave off a supernatural vibe. He brushed his fingers over the twin items. That icy grimace revisited Will's face.

"I fucked up, Grace. I'm sorry," he said, turning to stare at the girl he'd once loved, remorse stuck in his eyes, "You seem really at peace with yourself, too. More at peace than I could ever dream of for you, but-"

"You're not making any sense. Just tell me-"

"-but, you're the only witch in the world who can get these shackles to work! The fate of mankind depends on it. I...depend on it."

Grace shook her head, confused as hell, "What're you even talking about? Witches? Have you been getting high again??"

"Ha. I wish," William replied sadly, then grabbed his ex-girlfriend by the throat, "Please, forgive me for what I'm about to do."

Nobody heard Grace Baker screaming that October morning in the parking lot. Nobody had seen her leave the Grill, either. When the Mystic Falls police investigated her disappearance, they'd find nothing conclusive. Not even video footage. Nothing besides two blurry testimonies from Rich and Carol Lockwood that they'd seen her with someone earlier that evening. Although, they couldn't remember (for the life of them) who it was...

Only the rain was a witness to Grace's fate. And it couldn't tell anyone.

#the originals #the originals fanfiction #tvd fanfiction #richard lockwood #carol lockwood #tw: implied death #tw: violence #the vampire diaries #the originals x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #yandere!mikaelson x reader #yandere!mikaelsons #friends to enemies to lovers #and back to enemies #dawn misplaced #accidental writes #klaus x reader #elijah x reader

[tolkien-feels]

Just wanted to know, since elves don't touch much, do you think an elven husband and wife would kiss or be romantic?

(Like, they may have kids and obvs they touch, but like... do you think they touch whenever they feel like touching each other, or do they ask?)

Anon, I ended up writing you an essay-length post, even though I specifically decided to answer you right now because I thought it'd be a quick answer 😅 So, under a cut for length

Tl;dr: I don't see why elves would not do All The Romantic Things™️! It just might look Weird to mortals, maybe.

First of all, unless I'm forgetting something (which is entirely possible - adhd brain sieve is a problem), it's not canon that elves don't touch much. If so, it's up to how you want to headcanon it. I will share my headcanon but just do imagine whatever you feel like imagining :3

I do happen to headcanon elves aren't very touchy-feely, but I headcanon this in a very specific way. You know how when you are 6 years old one year seems to take forever to pass, because that's 1/6 of your entire lifetime - while if you're 20, that same length of time is only 1/20 of your life and therefore seems to pass much faster? I take that logic and apply to elves - I headcanon their perception of what "a long time" is is wildly different from that of mortals, and this only increases as they get older.

So the way I headcanon it, elves feel like they touch each other relatively frequently - they are neither touch-averse nor end up touch starving themselves. But from a mortal perspective, long stretches of time seem to go by without elves touching each other, because "frequently" is defined according to your perception of time.

By that same logic, a 50 year old elf is probably much cuddlier than a 1500 year old elf - much like to us, children seem impatient. "Frequently" for them feels different. (Plus, I imagine elves have something akin to teenage hormones at some point? Can't really imagine how that would work, though, given their wacky growth patterns.)

On top of all that, there are individual needs and preferences, like humans. Both inexplicable idiosyncrasies and things like neurodiversity-related touch-aversion. And then on top of that, there are many elven cultures, and they are ever-changing, and I imagine that impacts elves on two levels - first, the culture they were socialized in, and then whatever the current culture is (a bit like expats, but the displacement I'm picturing is in time rather than in place.)

All of this to say my headcanons tend to be very specific to each couple, because there are way too many factors involved. I think someone more organized than me could probably come up with a general theory, but I haven't been able to yet.

Even within the same couple, I headcanon things like how long they have been together, and current life circumstances affect how they tend to interact. Think of how much a human relationship can change dynamics over the course of a life together, and multiply that by centuries.

Also, contrary to a lot of headcanons I see around, I don't headcanon number of children is in any way attached to how touchy-feely a couple is. Elves can actually choose when to have children, so I don't see why these things would be related.

Anyway, to address your actual question - I do very much think elves are romantic with each other just for the sake of being romantic. And while I think consent would be very strongly emphasized in elven culture, I think what that looks like really depends on the situation. If you have eternity to learn your spouse's expressions and body language, and you also have mystical quasimindreading skills, I don't think you're going to verbally ask every time you want to like, quickly kiss the person you've been married to for millennia.

But I do think, on average, elves would find it romantic to be asked about things, especially when they are still courting rather than marriage - not only because of boundaries but because it seems on brand for elves to want to add Eloquence™️ to everything. But then again, I think this would also apply to friendship - I think friends start out as actively trying to learn each other's preferences, and over time they settle into certain expectations that only require confirmation occasionally.

On that note, learning is, I think, emphasized by pretty much all the elves we know (even if it's learning their land very well rather than theoretical pursuits), so I cannot imagine an elven couple would not actively set out to learn each other's needs, wants, boundaries, etc. They are probably much more intentional about this than mortals, because they've got plenty of time for that.

We also have to remember that elves seem to prize romantic love a lot, culturally speaking. I think they would be very fond of anything that is associated with romance.

Now, would a random mortal recognize elven romance as being romantic? Sometimes, but not always, I think. Mortals would probably struggle to understand things like the romance of spending a century away from your spouse so each of you can do your own thing. They might also not be too into "Hey what if we stared at each other motionlessly and silent for a really long time" or (and this is probably a thing that the Noldor would do) "Let's go around Naming things together."

But then, I also don't think elves would particularly understand mortal things like "This food sucks but I will say I love it because I noticed how much effort you put into it" or even the concept of bouquets ("Take them to the flowers yourselves!!!" scream the elves. "OH MY GOD why would you kill so many plants for a frivolous reasons, this is not romantic, it's disturbing!!!! One flower might be okay, and a wreath every now and then is a common indulgence but oh my god don't kill a hundred flowers for someone!!!")

But elves and men do have more things in common than not, and the few elf-mortal relationships we know seem to have no greater trouble understanding each other than you would expect given people from different cultures, which leads to think the elves would conceptualize romance in a really similar way to us, actually.

I would expect, generally speaking, that as long as you account for the differences in the scale of time, we would find elven spouses pretty unremarkable 🤷 Like. They hug, they kiss, they go on dates, there's probably nothing uniquely alien about it. I don't think, on the other hand, we would understand exactly what marriage between two Valar is like. But I headcanon love of all kinds, and how it is expressed, is one of the things the Children of Iluvatar have most in common.

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Freefall Masterlist

Family Basics

"So," I can't help but begin, glancing down at the coffee in my hands, fidgeting with the mug handle.

"Yes?" Is his response, and it's in the surety of it that I recall just how much older he is than I am. And while 6 years isn't a lot, it makes me uncomfortable to sit here, his confidence a reminder that he is more experienced in life.

"Oh nothing, I was just hoping you'd have somewhere to start so we aren't just sitting here with coffee just for a photo."

"I was hoping you would start," Is his response, making me look up and meet the green eyes that are gazing into my own. "Most that you would need to know about me can be found online."

The man makes a good point.

Damn it.

"Uh, I can't say I know where to start, I usually avoid talking about myself to the best of my ability," I explain, him nodding along.

"Just begin with the basics. What's your middle name? Your birthday? Do you have family?" Charles prompts, and for the first time today I'm grateful that out of the other drivers in F1 who's team could have come up with this.

"My middle name is Elise. Lynnleigh Elise Earnhardt," Is the first prompt I answer, bringing a smile to his face.

"That's a gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman," He compliments, and I can't help but blush, despite knowing it's a show for the women at the table a few from ours.

"You have a million middle names, don't you? I feel like Logan has joked about it before."

"What is a man that doesn't know what a kilometer is doing making fun of my middle name?" He laughs, and laugh along, because what is Lo doing? "But yes, my full name is Charles Marc Herve Perceval Leclerc."

"Why so many?"

"You'll just have to ask my mother," Charles quips, and the mere comment makes my pulse race. I'm going to have to meet his mother. His brothers.

More terrifying, he's going to have to meet my parents. My brothers.

"Do you have family outside your father?" He asks next, an easy slide from his previous comment, even if he'll regret asking it. "Should I be concerned by the look on your face?"

"Can you fight?" I ask, and he immediately starts laughing, although that quickly ends when he realizes I'm serious.

"Why would I need to fight?" He asks, eyes wide and almost comical, if I wasn't serious.

"I'm the youngest of 4 siblings, the three others being my half brothers that were born before my mom and dad dated," I begin, him nodding for me to continue, coffee cup held to his mouth. "My mom's name is Victoria Hamlin, and she was married at 17 and had my eldest brother Marcus that year, he's 28 now, a lawyer, married to Amanda and they have my two nieces Amelia and Isabelle."

"Should I be taking notes?" He asks, acting as though he's pulling out his phone to take said notes.

"Not unless you want to. You'll probably only end up meeting my parents and maybe a brother or two. But for your sake, I do hope it's Marcus," I assure, although I'm ringing my fingers.

"What about your other brothers makes them so frightening?" Charles asks, and he seems as though he's becoming more comfortable in the idea of these oh so terrifying men.

A mistake on his part.

"Alexander and William, they're twins, 26 at this point, Alex being a cop and Will a firefighter, and both take pride in being muscled idiots who threaten my past boyfriends," I explain, him suddenly getting my point. "They're actually very sweet, all of my brothers are, they're just incredibly protective of me."

"I'm the same way with my brother Arthur," He assures, the idea of him being protective making me smile.

"Sounds as though Arthur and I will get on well," I can't help but laugh. "It takes a certain type of person to survive being the younger sibling."

"Oh I'm sure," He laughs, and it's now that our phones ping in sync, just as I feel myself truly getting comfortable.

Glancing down at the groupchat we've been added to, I know we're going to be thrown into this a hell of a lot faster than either of us expected. We were supposed to get a "soft launch period". Now, the whole world has an assumption we're together.

Prianka the Press Lady : Think you two are a little too convincing. A person just posted this twitter thread on why your body language reads, and I quote, "fucking in private"

Prianka the Press Lady: We're going to play this to our advantage though. As though you're just friends and these are rumors.

Prianka the Press Lady: Let the games begin.

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x oc #earnhardt oc #formula 1 #fake dating

[clover-hoe]

It was after a particularly long battle. Not deadly, just long. Everyone was tired, and they had finally taken the second-to-last major city on the planet. Cody looked around, studying his vod. So many were shinies, brought in after the massacre on Umbara. He looked down, feeling the guilt rise in him, how he could not save his brothers, how he let them die, how- now was not the time. He had to find the general to tell him what Cody had made up his mind on during the siege. He slipped on the mask of professionalism, just until he could catch Obi-Wan alone.

As Cody walked to Obi-Wan's room, he began to doubt the decision he had made. What if I mess up? What if he doesn't feel the same, and Rex lied to me? He turned the last corner, and knocked on the Jedi's door.

  “Come in!” said a tired voice from inside the general's room. Cody walked through the door. No turning back now. 

The room was small, with just a kitchen area, couch, and a bed. Obi-Wan was sitting on the couch, feeding what seemed to be a battle report on a holo-pad. 

“General, I would like to talk to you.” he blurted, the words forming before his mind could think of what he was saying.

“What is it, Commander?” Obi-Wan said softly. It was obvious to anyone that he had not slept in a few days, and even more so to Cody. Professionalism be damned, he needed a nap.

 “Permission to speak freaky?”

“Of Course dear. You don't have to ask when it is just us.” Obi-Wan said while placing his holo-pad down and patting the cushion beside him. Cody could swear on the force he heard the general mumble something about Kaminoans and telling them to ask that.

Here goes nothing he thought as he took a breath. “I feel like I should have told you this a while ago, but it never felt like the right time and I felt like if I did it would hurt what balance is present and-” shit he thought to himself i'm rambling “-Anakin somehow found out you felt the same and he told Rex because of course he did, and then Rex told me thinking it would fuck with my brain, but,” Cody paused to look at Obi-Wan and, well… 

He looked speechless. Cody could not, for the life of him, figure out if that was a good thing or not. Obi-Wan’s mouth was slightly open, caused by the words that just danced out of Cody's mouth. This did not help in the fact that Cody wanted to kiss him so badly.

“I just,” he sighed “I felt like this would be a appropriate time to bring it up, but since your doing work,” he pointed at the holo-pad “and you obviously have not slept in many days-”

“Cody,” 

“-caf in your beard for force sake what was i thinking coming in here-”

“Cody!” the general said, sanping him out of the rant, “I'm confused, my dear. Did you just say-”

“It's fine, Obi-Wan. I will go.” He was starting to think this was a very bad idea. Cody grabbed his things and stood up faster than his body could handle.

“Cody, wait-” Obi-Wan started, but Cody was already on his heels, turning around food the door

As he was walking out, Cody could feel the confusion rolling off of Obi-Wan, and he understood why. This- whatever -was so unorganized and rushed, Cody was sure he forgot to say why he was in love in the first place. Turning around, he noticed that the other man was slightly closer to him than before. Cody crossed the five feet between them in record time, grabbed Obi-Wan, and wrapped his hands around the man's head.

“Cody, what's-” Obi-Wan's words were cut off with the overwhelming sensation of warmth on his lips. He was practically tearing apart inside, a small part of himself yelling to pull away, that he was not good enough for this, that he did not deserve this. The other part, the louder but more love-filled, practically screamed to lean in.

But it was over just as soon as it started, and Cody let go of Obi-Wan's face as he leaned back to continue turning around and walk out the door, leaving his general standing there, dumbfounded. Only then did Cody realize he did something that would one hundred percent get him decommissioned, if anyone was around to tell, of course. He looked back to see if the general was going to say anything, but to Cody's horror, a look of stern resolve was placed on his face. 

— — — — 

Obi-Wan had never felt so confused. His commander had just told him that he was in love (or that is what he got out of the interaction) and kissed him. Now Cody would not talk to him, at least not face-to-face. Whenever they were in a room together, alone or not, Cody's helmet was firmly secure on his head. This shift in tone was confusing for Obi-Wan, and the lack of anything-but-professional conversing between the two did not help. Obi-Wan truly hoped he would have a chance to talk to the commander some-time soon.

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i verymuch hope you can tell that its 2 in the morning and i cant do romance when im fully awake and functional, let alone at two am. anyho ima do a sequel/prequel to this (most likely this weekend or Monday, depending on how long it is). i would like to say that this is my way of dealing with my most recent ex. she refuses to tell people that we dated, and im just dumbfounded lol.

#guys im tierd #gona go to bed now lol #codywan #star wars #the clone wars #commander cody

[unofficialmuilover]

CHAPTER 8:

You were thankful for Rengoku's training, you were fast enough to catch up with Mui, though it is still evident that Mui is faster and has more stamina given that he's a hashira. Sooner you'll be out of stamina.

Mui arrived in the village, with you following after. There were already demon slayers who are currently patrolling and gave their report to Muichiro for the current situation who nodded before making rounds and going off to the next village with you following behind.

"Can.. we... slow... down first" You pant, requesting to the Mist Hashira who don't seem to be getting tired while you on the other hand, was a panting mess. He glance at your current situation, hair is everywhere, some was sticking to you sweaty face while you were panting heavily. Not a good impression for your first "training" .

"I thought you wanted to train?" You didn't know if he was amused seeing you like that, looking at his expression, it seems like he intentionally worn your stamina out.

"Yeah.. but.. all we.. did was.. running" you were still trying to catch your breathe as you reason.

"I can't do this anymore, I'm tired of running, my feet hurt" you complained, trying to wipe your sweat.

"We're only running but you're already out of breathe" He said with his usual cold stone expression.

"I'm trying okay!, It's not like after almost a month of training, I'll be fast and strong" You tried to defend yourself.

"pfft. It only took me two months" He uttered like it was a natural thing to say. Like his words wouldn't stung.

"Well I'm not gifted like you! You were born with talent! Train for a little while and can become a hashira! Unlike some of us, we had to work hard to get where we are!" You burst out, doing your best not to cry. How can he be insensitive with his words.

Shock flashes in Muichiro eyes, not expecting you to answer him that way. He narrowed his eyes at you. "I didn't sit around and complain about being exhausted! I train hard to where I am now! I didn't stop training. Rain or shine. I'll work hard. I'll train hard despite feeling exhausted! I'll train until my body gives up! Until I vomit blood! Until I couldn't move anymore!" His voice laces with emphasis in each word.

Your head hung low, you couldn't look at his eyes., he was right. Mitsuri has told you that Muichiro trained so hard that he vomited blood numerous times. He won't stop at training despite people around him trying to get him to stop and rest.

"I'm sorry" you mutter your apologies, your head hanging low, you shouldn't have talked to him that way. He's a hashira for goodness sake! He shouldn't be wasting his time with you but you were persistent to come along even if he didn't want to. The least you could do was not complain.

He let out a long sigh, "Look, if you want to be trained, you need to listen well, this is not only about you, there will be a demon who will be faster, stronger and smarter than you and you need to surpass those demons to survive"

He's right.

You nodded slowly.

"First, you need to master your constant breathing, it's not enough that you know how to do it, you need to make it part of yourself."

Agreeing with him silently, you look at him while focusing on your constant breathing.

"Good, do it without others reminding you" he ordered plainly, before turning his back to you starts walking ahead leaving you behind.

"Are you coming or not" you were surprised when he stopped on his track, tilting his head to look at you, eyebrow furrowed, wondering why aren't you following him. You could've sworn that you thought he was leaving you there after bursting out like that. Regardless, you immediately caught up to his side. Mumbling an apology.

Cold breeze softly brushes your skin as the two of you stroll on your way back home passing those villages you both check earlier . The moon is still visible in the sky, though sooner will dawn.

A grumbling noise made Muichiro halted, his body tensed, immediately positioning his body to a fighting stance, his hand on his sword ready to pull out of the sheath, his other hand is motioning you to stop moving so he can hear clearly.

"Mui?" You tried to get his attention, heat rising to your face.

"shhhh" he shushes you as he focuses to locate the sound he heard. Mint Green Eyes squinting as he glances around looking for the source of the sound.

Another grumbling sound was heard, loud and clear, his gaze following immediately to the noise only to be met by your stomach which you were covering with your hand.

"Sorry" you squeak. "I'm hungry" you tried to defend yourself.

He composed himself, relaxing as soon as it was not a threat at all, nodding at you, he mumbled "come on"

"We didn't eat dinner last night" you tried to explain, not that he was asking.

"It's okay" you heard him mumbled.

The two of you walk in silence, Muichiro is not much of a talker while you were too embarrassed to start a conversation too afraid to pissed him off.

The path you were walking through were more unfamiliar, you were starting to feel the both of you had gotten lost on your way back. It wouldn't be impossible as he is known for forgetting things easily, and you on the other hand, are bad at directions.

"Are we lost?" You ask the boy besides you, eyes were lace with worry. He simply answered "No" shook his head sideways

"Where are we?" You asked further, seeking assurance that you will reach home.

"I don't know" he made it sound like it's not a problem. Making your eyes bulge out in shock.

"You don't know but you're telling me we're not lost?!" You exasperated, how can he relax knowing he didn't know where he is?!

"We're not" you could tell he's getting irritated with his sharp tone. You didn't pay attention to his tone as you were panicking.

"what?! How could you tell we're not lost while not knowing where we are?!" You whined at him.

He let out an annoyed sigh before looking above and pointing a direction ahead of us. Following his gaze, squinting your eyes to see clearly, you spot a crow flying ahead of you.

You look at him confused as to why he's pointing at some crow. When he saw that you didn't get it, he let another sigh, closing his eyes before glancing at your confused face. "That's Ginko" that was enough for you to realize that it was not just a random crow, but it's Mui's Kasugai Crow. And it's giving you both direction. That's probably how he always looks at the sky, you thought he loved gazing at stars as much as you do.

As the sun is about to rise, both of you stop by in some diner, though Mui went alone inside after telling you to wait. He came out with two bentos in his hands. Making you smile at the sight of food. As expected, he gave you the other one. "Thank you Mui!" you gleefully said as you take the food from him. He nodded in acknowledgement.

The two of you were back from where you saw him, the sun has risen, birds are chirping, the sound of the stream by the river was making you relax while the two of you ate in silence.

"Thank you Mui" You thank him again after eating your late dinner slash breakfast. He didn't look at you, just gazing at the clouds above him.

"Will you train me Mui?" You asked him, you won't skip to Rengoku's training though, you'll just have to divide your time.

"Please?" You asked again as you didn't hear a response.

No response.

You sigh before cleaning up, gathering your stuff, you slowly get up and dust yourself up, looking over to the mist hashira who seems to be busy looking at the sky.

"Bye Muichiro" you said your goodbye as you turn your back and headed to find your way back to estate.

"Be back before nightfall" you heard a mumble behind you, making you gasp, turning your head quickly to face him.

He was looking at you with his emotionless expression. Looking through his eyes, you search for the answer, did he really ask you that?

"I'll train you for real this time" he answered your questioning eyes. Making you grinned and squeals happily. "thank you thank you Muichiro"

#kimetsu muichiro #muichiro fluff #kimetsu rengoku #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer tokito #kny #kny tokitou #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x you #muichirou #demon slayer rengoku

[emeraldcatears]

Making a Grass Autotile (part 3)

It's time to see how the tiles look in the game.

The first thing to determine is where to put them. I made a grass tile and a dirt path that are intended to be ground autotiles so those should be put in the game as part of the A2 block - the second group of the A tab.

The full image for this needs to be 768x576 pixels in size. I'll go ahead and open a new picture for this step.

The RPG Maker assets standards page shows how this is meant to be laid out.

These can be further adjusted in the database to be designated field or area type. If I'm reading this correctly this can determine how they interact with other tiles in the A2 portion of the tileset.

If Block A is "Field" then the transparent parts of the second and fourth tiles will autofill with the first and third tiles respectively. Otherwise, these designations seem to refer to how the tiles stack on the layers when mapping with auto-layering.

I believe "Field" is outdated and changed to "World" type in the most current MZ version I have.

Since World Type seems to be used for, well, overworld maps I'll go ahead and just make this Area Type and lay the tiles out without worrying about how the transparencies fill in like I would if I used World.

In short all that is to say I'll just paste my two tiles in next to eachother in the first two slots.

They look so lonely!

The beauty of things here is that I don't need a full set of tiles to start testing how they look in-game. I just have to have the ones I've made so far and can always save over this with a larger set later.

I'll go ahead and save this as Custom A2 and put it into the project.

Simply go to wherever you've got the project you're adding a your tiles to saved and open the img folder and find the tilesets to add your own. Make sure it's a PNG file.

Then open RPG Maker and open the project you saved the new tiles into and open the Database.

From here go to the tilesets button and the available sets appear. In this case I'll create a new set rather than just adding mine into an existing one.

At the bottom of the screen I can make room for a new set by changing the maximum and increasing it as needed.

Then find where you want to put the tilesheet. In this case I want it in A2 (Ground) so I select the image from the dropdown. Instead of appearing as the full image I made it displays the two tiles as just their representative pieces (the 48x48 section in the top left of the six-tile pattern that makes an autotile).

I honestly don't need to do much else at this point since this is just about putting them into the game to see how they look, but this is also the part where things like passability and terrain tags are set. They don't matter at this stage of the learnalong, though. I could also put other tilesheets in teh A1-E slots but I'm not worried about that at the moment.

Next I go to a map (in this case MAP001) and select my custom set for the tileset.

From there I can just draw the tiles I made into patterns the way I would the default assets!

Now, that took a while. While I know part of the time came from pausing to explain each step for the sake of the learnalong and that I'll get faster with drawing tiles with practice, it is important to take time to consider how long an original tileset takes to put together.

In other words, it takes hours upon hours to make a workable set of original tiles. If that's something you find doable then this post is also an appreciation of the time and effort that goes into it! It's "simple" in theory but it takes time and making them look good is a skill honed by practice. To everyone who puts the effort in: seriously, you all rock.

If you're not the type to put your own set together there are loads of other options for both free-to-use and paid tilesets made by others. Please appreciate the work put into each and every one of them and credit them as you use them.

#emeraldcatears's rmmz learnalong blog #rmmz #rpg maker #rpg maker mz #tilesets #tilesheets #pixel art

[linklethehistorian]

I'm curious about 4. and 16. for the choose violence ask!

Sure thing! Since you didn’t specify a fandom, let’s go through them all. ^-^

Under the cut for both length and spoilers for some of the fandoms. lol Proceed with caution as always.

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

Bungou Stray Dogs fandom: Well, I’ve blocked about seven different people in this fandom, actually; for the first five, it was because they were a group of five haters who, by their own self-admission, instead of blocking or avoiding me for the sake of their own mental health when they found my content uncomfortable, continued to keep me unblocked and even actively seek out my page just so they could get angry/upset and then send me harassment in asks and/or vague post about how much they hated me.

Personally, I didn’t care all that much about the vagueposting; as I’ve said in the past, I actually kind of find hate motivational and fueling for my creative fire from time to time, but it was clear that it was getting very unhealthy for them, and since they hadn’t the sense to do it themselves, I simply blocked them from my own end so that they couldn’t see me anymore.

For one of the other two, they just had the worst fucking takes in the world, and their content kept somehow getting recommended to me as being “based on my likes” despite that I had never liked anything similar (or even anything from them), and since I found it to be headache-inducingly bad — and not even in an entertaining way, either — I simply blocked them.

And for the last one, they actually used to be a friend of mine, but they unfortunately seemed to have fallen down into a toxic rabbit hole since our last interaction years ago, and eventually came back and started accusing a close friend (and me, purely by association) of terrible shit for absolutely no reason, so I blocked them. I really do wish them well and that they come back around to their senses someday and realize the error of throwing accusations around simply because you’re still bitter over a breakup, but seeing as that’s unlikely, I’ll spare myself the trouble and just keep them blocked.

Legend of Zelda fandom: I said in a previous post where I listed out answers to all of the questions for this fandom that I’ve never blocked anyone in the Zelda fandom for fandom-related reasons, and that’s true, but I did block someone in this fandom once, for other reasons.

It’s a little bit of a long story, but to put it simply, there was this guy who had been stalking my now ex-girlfriend (mtf, tho she hadn’t come out as trans yet at the time while we were in the relationship) and had created a sock puppet account on a large Zelda forum we were on in order to find out information about me.

The story actually runs a lot deeper than just being a cut-and-dried “oh, he was a creepy stalker who had bad intent” situation — there’s a lot of nuance involved that would take quite a while to dig into and explain — but as I don’t really feel like getting into the whole tale right now, I’ll just leave it at that even tho the guy came clean to me out of guilt shortly after creating the account, it was my ex’s firm insistence that I block him, and so I did as she asked with it. And that was that.

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel fandom: I’ve never blocked anyone from this fandom, but God has it been tempting sometimes… Thankfully, I don’t follow any blogs that make me feel like that, but if someone’s annoying ass bad takes ever start continually appearing on my recommended like they did with BSD, believe you me I’mma start blocking faster than the speed of light.

Other fandoms: I’ve never blocked anyone in any other fandoms, actually, and I can’t say I really have any active reason to at the moment, as most of them seem chill enough to not be an active and rampant threat unless you go looking for them.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Bungou Stray Dogs fandom: … sighs …We’re really doing this, aren’t we? Okay. Listen, I want to start this out by saying that I am a huge advocate for AUs and personal canons and ships and whatever else out there in the fictional world that you can imagine — go ham, have fun with it.

That being said, I will never in my life understand the appeal a very specific portion of the fandom finds in the concept that Arthur Rimbaud/Randou is as equally cold, unhinged, and detached as Paul Verlaine — often to the point where people genuinely allow that AU headcanon to skew their view of canon and convince themselves that it is such, when nothing could be farther from the truth (and the truth is actually far more unique, deep, and interesting).

Although the block button has largely solved this issue for me these days, my eyes have unfortunately already seen far too many posts of people talking about how a large majority of the fandom “gets Arthur wrong” because they don’t make him and Paul into this unhinged, cold-hearted assassin duo, and frankly, it’s just bullshit.

You can enjoy and/or ignore whatever the fuck you want in a series for your own personal canon and AUs, but don’t delude yourself and lie to others about official canon in the process because you’re pissy that the uppermost levels of official canon don’t represent certain characters the way you’ve imagined them in your head.

For one thing, if everyone around you is supposedly the issue, and even the uppermost levels of official canon themselves in their original language are supposedly the issue….then I hate to say it, but the only person or thing in need of a reality check is probably you.

Arthur was never an assassin; these people out there who are acting like “oh, Arthur being a spy means he must be cold-blooded and must have committed as many murders as Paul has” are insane; despite what certain stories in media will tell you, being a spy does not necessarily have to ever involve murder, and even if it did, Paul could have easily been the one doing the murdering. Is Arthur 100% innocent? Are his hands 100% clean of blood? No! But canonically, the only 1,000% confirmed act of physical harm he has ever committed was the attempted murder of Dazai and Chuuya, and even then he showed significant hesitation, and only committed to doing that so as to both save Paul and to avoid potentially harming significantly more people should assassins have been sent after him. Is it probable he may have killed people during the faked Arahabaki incident? Yes. Is it probable he may have either directly or indirectly killed at least a small number people while either working as a spy or as a mafioso? Yes. But is it confirmed? No. There is nothing at all that directly, explicitly confirms he himself has ever killed anyone at his own hands. It is likely that he has, but unless it is ever directly stated that he did, it is still technically not canon and thus 100% up for interpretation based on what you would like to believe about him. Until we know otherwise, he could have killed as few or as many people as you so desire.

However, what is not up for interpretation when it comes to official canon is that if these murders did occur, they were absolutely not done in cold blood. True canon — the original JP light novel(s), and, second to that in the canon hierarchy, the original JP Stage Plays — have gone far out of their way to express that Arthur is the farthest thing from a cold, emotionless killer. Despite how some would like to believe, Paul is not his “one exception”; Arthur cares about the lives of literally everyone and feels deep, intense remorse and hesitance over the idea of harm coming to literally everyone. If you think this man is “cold-hearted”, you have not read the actual canon — you have either watched an adaptation that took some massive liberties and not looked past that, or you have made up a story in your head based on what you would have preferred, and you refuse to accept the validity of anything that disagrees with it.

…Anyhow, yes…while people can absolutely make him such in AUs and personal canon if that’s what they enjoy, it makes me extremely annoyed when people conflate that with canon, and I will never be able to truly understand the appeal of it in general. The idea of two characters who are just “absolutely unhinged, cold blooded assassins who care only about each other” is, in my opinion, far less interesting than, and even downright insulting to, the deep characters that both he and Paul are, and the great narrative foil that the emotional, shy, sensitive, openly caring, and much more mercy-minded and life-valuing Arthur makes to the admittedly unhinged and cold-blooded (but still very much deeper than fandom treats him) Paul.

People can like what they like, but man, it is definitely not for me, and I feel like if that’s the dynamic you’re really looking for, there must be better characters out there to do it with.

Legend of Zelda fandom: See [here].

Doctor Who fandom: I’m sure there is something, but I honestly can’t think of it at this moment in time. Most of what’s enjoyed even vaguely popularly in this massive fandom is…pretty alright by me, honestly? Or at least understandable.

Ace Attorney fandom: Honestly, I have more to say on what this fandom doesn’t like than what it does, so we’ll skip over this one for now. If I think of something later, I’ll amend it.

Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel fandom: The idea that Stolas is a bad father and an equally bad person to Stella. Also that everyone in Hell must be bad in some way.

Final Fantasy fandom: …Final Fantasy VIII. Don’t get me wrong — I don’t think it’s a bad game by any means, or even a bad Final Fantasy game; I just don’t think that comparatively to some of the actually (in my opinion) amazing games that get way more shit from than they deserve, it’s really that much to write home about.

I think that it had a ton of great ideas going for it, but that a lot of those ideas got lost along the way in the quest to explore other ones — which ultimately led to the vast majority of them just barely getting touched on at all. And, of course, there’s a big major plothole where the main character gets absolutely fatally impaled by the main antagonist and then it just…basically doesn’t even get addressed at all? Also, all of the main characters sharing the exact same backstory and then just having conveniently forgotten about it was…deeply underwhelming and felt a bit lazy, to be honest.

And…yeah… I liked some of the characters a ton, and I enjoyed some of the plot points, but I definitely can’t understand why it’s hailed as being so great compared to certain others that are just…objectively actually more solid and well-written.

Pikmin fandom: I wanted to try to be as absolutely thorough as possible in listing out any of the series that I love and have actively participated in the fandom of (whether that be going out of my way to interact with fan content for it or making my own, or both), but honestly, I haven’t been around the fandom of this one quite enough to know if there are any popular takes or favorites out there that I’d strongly disagree with, or of which I’d particularly question the appeal.

Xenoblade Chronicles fandom: I know this is probably going to piss off a lot of people out there, but honestly, both Xenoblade 2 and Xenoblade 3 — but for opposite reasons, and with the DLC games notwithstanding for both of them, as I have few complaints with either of those.

I understand why people love Xenoblade 2 as a story on the whole — even if I think the first five chapters are largely very weak with only a few highlights and far too much filler and have terrible pacing — because the last five chapters just make every bit of the initial drudgery worthwhile, but I what I cannot and will never understand are the people who think the gameplay is somehow anywhere even close to good — much less god tier. Genuinely, there are not a lot of games I would call worse and less user friendly gameplay-wise in the modern era than Xenoblade 2; as a matter of fact, there is so much wrong with it that I can’t even begin to unpack all of the problems here, except to try to just lump it all together and put it very simply by saying that a fully paid-for, full price game absolutely should not entirely rely upon you having good luck in an absurdly rigged, file-dependant rng pity-system-granting uncheatable gacha system in order to progress the main plot, and even still make you sit through hours waiting for the skills to unlock on those characters that you have to be lucky enough to get good RNG assigned to your file to even get a halfway decent chance to get through further, still absurdly rigged RNG.

Normally, I would say how good a game is or isn’t is just a matter of personal opinion and what one is looking for, but legitimately, if you see no problem with this game’s gameplay and view it as something that should be defended, then you either got the best possible RNG in the world and played the game at such an absurdly slow pace that you somehow never even encountered one instance where skill unlocking slowed you down from progressing the plot, or you are just the biggest simp in the world for this game and you’re lying because you just can’t stand the idea of not defending every single aspect of this game even if you know for a fact that part of it is awful and inexcusable.

And as Xenoblade 3, that game has the opposite problem; whereas Xenoblade 2 had an overall amazing story the farther you progress with terrible gameplay, Xenoblade 3 has overall amazing gameplay with a (for the franchise) absolutely weak story that just completely drops the ball at the end. Thankfully, just as Torna: The Golden Country largely improved on the gameplay of Xenoblade 2 with its release, Future Redeemed largely improves and even fixes and, dare I say redeems, the story of Xenoblade 3 (even if it does make it feel a bit redundant in some aspects)…but…that doesn’t excuse the game being weak initially to begin with compared to its predecessors, and I truly can’t understand what all the hype for it was before the DLC released, as at the time I only found it a massive disappointment in all of the worst ways considering its series’ strong reputation for cut-above storytelling and incredible foreshadowing.

Also…in regards to Xenoblade 1…I don’t understand the appeal of Shulk and Melia as a mutually required ship — I’m sorry; if you love it, that’s 100% valid and I hope you have fun with it, but like…I just see zero romantic chemistry between them on Shulk’s side; I honestly see more chemistry potential between Fiora and Melia and that isn’t even canon on any level. I really think Melia is just best narratively having a one-sided interest in Shulk; anything else has always just felt forced to me.

Pokémon fandom: This is one of those fandoms where I have more of a problem with the dislikes than the likes, but I guess as with most games, I don’t really see the appeal of a truly open world; Scarlet and Violet pulled it off alright, but it wasn’t entirely open, and even then it had the typical issues of limiting storytelling ability through lack of any linearity at many points. I know many people are going to say “oh, but Pokémon has very rarely had a super deep story; it’s pretty much only a select few of the middle and more recent gens that did this”, and that may be true, but…why should we have to go back from that?

People use this excuse with many older games that have had a long series — that because their first iterations “weren’t that deep”, it’s somehow the natural and most acceptable course of action to go back to those roots, even if they’ve come very far from that over the years, and to me it’s just absurd. It’s like saying that we should go back to using outhouses because that is the purest form of using a bathroom and it was the way bathrooms were always meant and intended to be used; as we get more advanced in technology, we are naturally going to progress and do more that once could only have been a dream to us before. All old games weren’t necessarily lacking story because they “didn’t want to do anything more”, but because they didn’t have those capabilities. 2D games weren’t all 2D because no one wanted them to ever be seen in 3D, but because 3D wasn’t possible yet.

I will never understand the desire to backtrack on progress made simply because “that’s how it was back in the day”.

…Also, as far as the anime, I get that the idea of Ash growing up would’ve been cool and all, but like…I seriously don’t understand why it’s that big of a deal to people. Ash staying in a form that’s iconic is hardly surprising or beyond understanding, and really I would’ve cared more to see Ash grow emotionally from all of his journeys than physically, but eh. To each their own.

Super Mario fandom: The OoC situation that happened with Princess Peach at the end of Super Mario Odyssey. Straight up, I will say that I’ve never played the game, but from what I have heard (and please do correct me if I’m wrong!!!), Peach straight up rejects both Bowser and Mario from marrying her at the end, and like…for some reason everyone thinks this is some cool girl power moment instead of realizing that this, while maybe a cool message had it been any other character with any other two pushy suitors, is…actually deeply out of character for her.

It wouldn’t be so incredibly OoC if it weren’t for the fact that in all previous Mario games, Peach has been explicitly in love with Mario and very, very happy to be with him and be very romantic with him every time he’s rescued her, and he’s always been a gentleman to her, too, so like…the whole thing just sounds really off to me and I’m not sure why not many people are bothered by this like I am.

Maybe I just don’t have the context everyone else does. I don’t know.

Persona fandom: …Persona 5; don’t get me wrong, I actually enjoyed the story of this one quite a bit and I think it had great foreshadowing, but like…at least comparatively to 3, I don’t know why it seems to be “the baby” of the fandom. As a story, 3 is just so much more compelling and emotionally high stakes, with a lot more actual deaths and consequences and, frankly, more interesting twists and characters on the whole, and that’s all I’m going to say on that…for now.

Persona 5 was…pretty alright; Persona 3 was stellar.

Makai Ouji fandom: Pretty much the same situation as Pikmin here; while I’ve technically been in this fandom for at least 7 or 8 years, I…don’t really have enough active interaction with the greater fandom to know if there are any popular opinions or ideas I’d disagree with.

There are some fandoms that I just…don’t really have the drive to engage with that much outside of the source material, and this is one of them. Sometimes you feel called to engage with and observe the larger fan base and its creations, and sometimes you just don’t; this is one of the latter times.

Person of Interest fandom: I’m just gonna say it — Shoot. I know it’s canon, but honestly, that pairing felt so fucking forced — and I don’t mean forced as in “oh, they need to stop shoving gay relationships down our throats” like you’d expect to hear from some bigot or something, I mean forced as in they weren’t compatible, there was no chemistry, and literally no strong lead-up to the relationship whatsoever. One day the Machine was just like “oh I predict a possible timeline where you two get together” and then suddenly that one hypothetical possible scenario was enough for them to actually get together after an eternity of hating each other and torturing each other and literally trying to kill each other.

I think the pairing sucks and it felt terribly shoehorned at the very end of the show, when there were a million better options out there for the both of them, and then within like two episodes they killed one of them off anyway.

If anyone reading this likes it, then good on you, but personally I will just never understand the appeal of it.

Code Vein fandom: Honestly, the same situation as Pikmin and Makai Ouji here. I love the game dearly and I definitely consider myself a member of the fandom, but also I’ve never truly interacted with the rest of the fandom enough longterm to pick up on any grievances I might normally have about it; what little I have seen of the fandom, they’re very nice and chill people who really enjoy character creation mode, and pretty much that’s all I know of them.

Five Nights at Freddy’s fandom: Damn, I guess this is how I come out about being this one after years of silence, huh…

Oh well… I’m sure there are actually many things I could be talking about here if I put my mind to it lol, but I’ll probably just go with the fact that wayyyy too many people are comfortable and content with just writing off Gregory as evil or cold-blooded, when Ruin made it pretty damn clear that the Mimic was the one who made Cassie take the plunge in the elevator, and not him.

This fandom has a lot of wildly incorrect theories, though.

…Also, I don’t really understand the appeal of wanting to fuck the animatronics, but meh, maybe they’re just not humanoid enough for me. *shrugs* I like my anthropomorphic animals to have a massive dash of humanoidness to them and these guys just…don’t. Also they’re inherently super spooky and I’m not usually about that life.

Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE fandom: Dude, we’re seriously a fandom of like literally 5 people across the entire internet; we ain’t big enough of a fandom to have problems amongst ourselves about popular takes. A take from one single person could be considered popular here. …But really, we all seem pretty cool from what I’ve seen.

Fringe fandom: I don’t usually actively engage in this one’s large-scale fandom, either, but when I have…I can’t say I’ve ever seen a take I disagreed with, really; at least not one that’s stood out to me, so…yeah. It’s all good, I guess.

Nier Replicant/Automata fandom: Honestly, we have the same situation here as Pikmin, Makai Ouji, Code Vein, and Fringe. I have no idea about the favoritism or the takes because I don’t really hang out in this fandom in my spare time all that much.

I’m sure there are things I’d take issue with if I searched enough, but what little I’ve seen of it is fine.

Other fandoms: Since I’m sure I’m forgetting quite a few and/or don’t consider myself a big/long/active enough fan to list them here, I’ll just lump all the rest into this category and say, obviously if I have had any interactions that I’ve learned fandom takes or favorites I’ve disagreed with from, they didn’t make a big enough impression to end up on this list, so all things considered, they must not be super bad to me — probably.

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Aaaand that’s all of them! Thanks for the ask and happy reading!

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A ski story was wished for several times. I had a hard time with the wish at first, because it's summer and I'm not a winter person at all. But then I had an idea. I took my cue from these three little pictures ⛷️ 🛀 🔥. Your Strawberry

When you don't feel the cold

They were standing at the ski lift, waiting in a short queue for the next seat to take them up the mountain. Unfortunately, photographers swarmed everywhere, but their security team made sure they were left alone for the moment. He had put an arm around her hips and pulled her close to him. She tried to concentrate on that alone and forget everything else.

She took a deep breath as they left the valley and the reporters behind, hovering higher above the ground with each step. Then she felt his cold lips pressing down on hers, demanding a kiss. She felt a pleasant warmth move through her body and leaned closer to him. "Enough," he pressed out with a smile as he pulled away from her. She couldn't see his eyes through the sunglasses he wore, but she guessed they sparkled.

"If we don't stop, it will be a short adventure on the slopes," he predicted. She smiled. "You taste like winter," she declared and his hand tightened on her thigh. "What does winter taste like?" he asked curiously. "Like cold lips, snow and you," she explained and he laughed. "That good?" he teased her, grinning. "That good," she sighed and leaned against him.

She was enjoying this sunny day, having her husband almost to herself. He looked sexy as hell in his ski clothes. He was also cheerful and relaxed. He was faster than she was, but she didn't care because she could only watch him unabashedly from behind. She enjoyed this privilege to the fullest and although she eventually got tired and felt that she was cold, she said nothing. She knew he would have stopped for her sake, but she didn't want him to.

At some point he realised that her strength was failing. "Are you tired?" he asked gently and she nodded. He pulled her against him. "Then let's go back to our lodgings," he added, kissing her gently. He felt a tremor run through her body and looked at her questioningly. "I'm a little cold," she confessed. "Since when?" he enquired. She smiled apologetically at him. "Since a while." He shook his head and pulled her with him. "Why don't you say something?" he asked, but received no reply.

As soon as they reached her hotel room, he started to get her out of her ski clothes. He cursed when he realised that everything about her was really cold. When she tried to open his jacket, he held her back. "It will take forever with your cold fingers. Let me do it myself," he said. She obeyed and, through the warmth of the room, felt even more the cold that had taken possession of her. Again and again he cursed as he felt her shiver. When all her clothes were finally off, he pulled her into the bathroom and stood under the shower with her.

He first set the water to lukewarm so as not to overtax her body. Then he pulled her against him. She felt the warmth of his body and snuggled against him. Then he turned her under the water jet. It felt pleasant, but after a while he turned the water hotter and at first it felt like pinpricks. She winced, but when his hands stroked her back, she relaxed. Then he freed himself from her embrace, took a sponge, soaped it up and began to work her body with it.

She felt the warmth return to her body and closed her eyes in pleasure. When he had finished with her arms and upper body, he knelt down in front of her and devoted himself to her legs and feet. She was long since warm, if not hot, for it was damn tempting to have this man attend to her like this. However, there seemed to be no sexual desire behind his touches, for he only touched her in harmless places.

She would have liked to treat him the same way he treated her, but he wouldn't let her. After he had soaped himself up briefly and showered off, he left the shower with her, grabbed a towel and, like a little child, dried her from top to bottom. When he too had dried off and was standing in front of her, she pressed against him and laid her head on his chest, sighing. "You're more than aroused," she murmured to him, giggling, pleased that it wasn't just her desire that had increased.

She winced slightly as his hand slid between her legs. "You're more than ready," he replied hoarsely and a tremor ran through her body. But it wasn't a tremor from cold, it was because, as he had discovered, she was very aroused. He lifted her a little so that her feet no longer touched the floor and she knew what he wanted. Smiling, she wrapped her legs around his hips. His grip tightened as he started to move, carrying her into the bedroom.

He laid her on the bed, slid over her and the next moment she felt him fill her. She let out a cry and gasped. "Wait," she begged, but it was too late. He paused, startled, and in the next moment realised how she closed around him, moaning, and her body was seized by a tremor. "Come for me," he said with a smile and began to move impetuously inside her. Witnessing her instantly swept away as he entered her catapulted him to climax too. Hers had not yet fully subsided when he followed her.

After the last waves in his body had subsided, he withdrew from her and lay down beside her. Immediately she put an arm over her eyes and let out a sigh. He leaned over her and pulled her arm away, smiling. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and he saw a fine blush run down her cheeks. "This is so embarrassing," she said meekly. "Look at me," he asked tenderly, touching her eyelids before they opened. "It wasn't embarrassing, it was intoxicating," he whispered, looking at her covetously. She ran her tongue over her lips and his finger followed that trail.

"I didn't know you were so ready already," he teased her. She had regained her confidence and explained, "I was already ready on the slopes." He looked at her in amazement. "Do you have any idea how sexy it is when you're skiing down the slopes in a tight ski suit, when you're laughing, happy and cheerful, and when you're kissing me demandingly every chance you get? Do you know what happens then? You forget that you're cold and tired, you want to watch you and enjoy you. And then when you undress me, touch me all over in the shower and then dry me off all over while all I have to do is look at your wonderful body, it's no wonder I climax as soon as you bury yourself inside me without notice."

He had already begun to grin during her long monologue, but now he laughed uproariously. When he had calmed down, he declared. "I'm going to order us some food to our room and when we've strengthened ourselves, we'll make love again, but this time we'll take our time." He kissed her before breaking away from her and carrying out his plan exactly as announced.

Helloo sweet 🍓! ❤️

And not single coldness was felt it... it was hot and sensual! And I feel Brigitte, skiing Manu is so damn sexy.

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

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