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nanqmies · 10 months

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Cotton tail | Wolf!Kaeya

tw: dubcon, knotting, overstim, biting, slut shaming, manipulation sorta ??, hair pulling, praise, degradation, creampie, breeding, manhandling, semi public sex, anal, nipple play, gn amab!reader, reader is very naive, also you’re a bunny hybrid, red riding hood au, I think that’s all?

wc: 2.8k

a/n: i’m veryy happy i finished this so quickly!! this wasn’t what it was supposed to be but i kept writin n thinking abt how it would be great as kaeya cause hes such a tease ^^ again i will try to clean up how everythin looks!! please enjoy my work. ଘ꒰⑅ ´ ˘ ` ⑅ ꒱♡

nsfw under the cut~

"Don't go near any wolves!" Your mother reminds you, with worry on her voice. Fixing your old red hood, your floppy bunny ears sticking out. "I packed Granny some cookies, berry jam, and a water just in case." She ruffles your hair once more, then gives you a soft kiss on the forehead.

You grab the basket of goodies from her hand, tucking everything underneath a plaid cloth. "Momma.. I'm not a baby anymore! I can take care of myself!" You sigh, hugging her tightly "Go down the left path! And avoid any-" you cut her off quickly,"Wolves! I know Momma! Love you!" Shutting the wooden door quickly behind you and running towards the dirt path leading to the old woods.

You were ecstatic to go out, you were old enough to go out on your own now but your Mother was so overprotective. Wolves were predators and dangerous to rabbits, your father sadly losing his life to a rabid wolf. Since then your Mother has been on edge ever since, never letting you go out on your own as she was terrified the same would happen to you. But finally she let her worries aside to let you bring your ill grandmother some sweets to help her recover..

Your fluffy little tail and ears bounced as you walked along the path, crunching dried leaves under your feet. The sun was still up, but you wondered how long it’d be until it started to get dark, to be completely honest you weren’t necessarily listening to what your mother was saying, her words and warnings falling of deaf ears. You were too excited to go out to listen to what she was saying.. She did say to avoid wolves and bring the basket to Grandmas house.. What path did she say to take?? I guess I’ll find out when I get there… Were constant reoccurring thoughts in your head.

You were mindlessly walking through the trees at this point, waiting for the singular path to separate to two.

You stop to think, “Which way did she say to go again..?” The right looks a little familiar maybe, you trust your gut and swallow, quickly walking faster through trees and bushes. A slight shiver runs down your spine, was someone following you? You feel like eyes are on you, watching your every slight move. You’ve been walking for almost 30 minutes now, your feet and legs feel sore every step you take. You tread on for a while until, a grassy area in the distance catches your eye. Thank god..!

It’s all quiet here, the sun not too bright in your eyes. Sitting down, you plop down on the grass, setting the braided basket down on your lap. Digging into the basket and eating a cookie, sighing as you chew on the yummy treat. You needed this, surely Granny wouldn’t notice a few cookies gone? And maybe she wouldn’t notice half of the water gone as well.. She has been going up in age and you are her lovely grandchild.. You eat another cookie washing it down with water, taking the last bite your ears stand up and start twitching like crazy, leaning forward checking for sounds. Trying to identify where it’s coming from while looking around. Hearing sticks breaking and leaves crunching from the bushes.

"My, my.. Aren't you a cute bunny.." a deep voice rumbles from behind causing you to jump. You whimper, trying to crawl away. "No no no, stay still.. Are you lost?" The deep voice asks, coming closer, trying to comfort you.

"W-What a deep voice you have!" you blurt out recklessly

“The better to greet you with, my dear.” the voice responds.

Coming out the dark forest, its a tall man with scruffy ears atop his head, his rough tail swishing behind him showing his clear excitement. His bright colored eyes watch you curiously, a playful smile pulling at his lips, revealing sharp teeth. Cupping your face, his long nails poke into your soft cheeks. You flinch slightly at the touch, whimpering even louder than before. "You're trembling like a leaf.. Whats your name pretty?" Tilting your head up, you mumble your name quietly, he grins more and introduces himself as Kaeya. His big hands lower down your trembling figure, rubbing your thigh comfortably.

"So, what brings a cute thing like you here?" he whispers, You flush at how close he is. "My Grandma is sick.. I came here to bring her sweets." replying shakily, humming in response. Kaeya’s large hands explore your clothed body.

"And what big hands you have!" you stare down at the hands rubbing gentle circles into your thighs

“The better to embrace you with, my dear.” He squeezes your thigh, wiping the stray cookie crumbs from your soft lips.

“I don’t think your sweet grandmother would appreciate you eating her food..” He rubs your floppy ears between his fingers, making you squeak at the unexpected touch. “Mr. Wolf! Don't do that!" whining at the touch, chuckling at the nickname, he questions further "Why not? Does it feel weird..?” His grin is unsettling on his face, like he’s hiding something behind that friendly smile.

“I shouldn’t talk to wolves…” trying to stand up but he quickly shoves you back down into the grass, you can finally get a good look at his face. Long hair tied into a braid, a scar near his eye covered by a cloth eyepatch.. His one visible eye a bright periwinkle blue, with long dark eyelashes. You can’t help but comment on it.

"Goodness, what big eyes you have!"

“The better to see you with, my dear..” responds the wolf, holding both your small wrists together and pinning them to the ground.

Kaeya’s free hand roams your body, pulling and yanking at your clothes. His sharp nails tracing against your skin.

“Mr. Wolf… Please it feels weird..” You struggle against his heavy body on yours as he pins you down under him with no effort. “Tell me, does it tingle here..?” He pokes your stomach, “No!” , he tries not to laugh at your naivety but continues poking different places on your body until his hand hovers over your crotch. Kaeya reaches down cupping your clothed privates, you squeal loudly attempting to scramble back, "Don't touch there!" yelping louder than before. He chuckles, pressing his body against yours. Frantically trying to squirm under his grasp, struggling to break free.

"Let me go!" pushing against him and kicking your legs. Your useless struggles only seem to turn him on more. “Let you go?” He pouts, “Why would I do that..?” he gropes over your crotch, “Your body seems to be saying otherwise..” ripping a hole your thin bloomer shorts, he flips you over on your stomach, squeezing the squishy globes of your ass, your bunny tail twitching in response. Kaeya unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants just enough to let his throbbing cock spring free, salty pre already dripping at the tip. It’s huge..! Veiny and girthy whilst the tip burns an angry red. Your eyes immediately widen in worry, "No- no! It's too big!" yelling at him, "It won't fit!" you keep squirming and writhing under him again.

"Don't worry, Cotton tail I'll make it fit in your precious little body." he whispers, a glob of spit landing on your rim, rubbing it in with his tongue. You jolt at the newfound feeling, your legs shaking in anticipation. Kaeya’s tip slowly pushes in, stretching your rim painfully, you never expected someone as big as him to be your first. "Stop please stop!" you moans, back arching off the ground, he shakes his head more. Kaeya grins, pushing in his large cock deep inside you. You cum immediately after he bottoms out in you. Your breathing becoming heavier, sweat dripping off your forehead. “I haven't even moved and you already came?” Voice full of mockery? “Such an eager slut." he coos, moving in and out of you quickly. Crying out from every overwhelming movement. Drool runs down your chin,

"M- Mr. Wolf! Mmf Aahn!" gasping for air while clutching at the grass. Your hips rutting against Kaeya’s fat shaft, feet thumping rapidly against the ground. "Oh sweetheart, you really are tight." he praises you with a groan, pushing in and out as deep as possible, his cock reaching further trying to abuse the sweet spot in you. A thick ring of cream building around the base of Kaeya’s dick, pulling your hair roughly to bring you up, sinking his sharp teeth into your neck. Pearly whites tinted red with blood.

“N-Ngh..! Mr. Wolf..! T-Teeth too sharpp!~” biting your lips at the painful pleasure emerging with each bite he gracefully gives you.

“Needa fuck~ mark you as m-mine, my dear..” he sinks his teeth deeper into your collarbone, hearing you squeal in response.

You’re bouncing on his cock on your own at this point, chasing his knot and thick pungent cum to stain your insides white. Your tongue hangs out your mouth, tears wetting your pretty lashes. Your mind only thinking about breeding, breeding you full of his fertile seed, over and over until it spills out the side. You’re almost sobbing, begging Kaeya to fill you with his pups. Your whole body trembling from the intense pleasure, nails filled with dirt from clutching the grass so tightly.

"Is all you ngh stupid bunnies think about is getting breeded?" he laughs deeply, He’s losing his cool at how warm and good your insides are at stroking his cock. "Mr W-wolf...! Mnnh! Pleass b-breed..!" you beg him through laboured breathing "Shh.. No more talking~ Gonna fill you up nicely. I'll cum in you every day if I have to." he spits out his words between pants. Flipping you over to your back and forcing your thighs up as far as he could, hitting even deeper than before.

"Nnnnnn... Aahn... Hnnngh!!" You squirmed beneath him unable to stop you from cumming again. He kisses him hungrily, pulling your shirt up starting to toy with your sensitive nipples. Pinching and rolling the swollen buds around his rough fingertips, relieving them of the pain with his mouth, sucking them gently and running his tongue over them repeatedly. You feel like you’re cumming again when he bites them harshly, your hips jerking up meeting your release once again.

“You're gonna be mine." he purrs, repeateding the words ‘Mine’ over and over again, chasing his orgasm with a few thrusts. "Aahh Hnng!~ Mr. Wolf Mmm.." moaning as Kaeya fills you up completely, leaving your tummy bloated full. You groan and whimper, feeling as though you would explode. Tears stream down your cheeks. "Too full.." He whispers feeling Kaeya’s knot rush with blood locking you together, pushing his not deep in you. Humping his knot against your soft ass, wanting to overstimulate his cock to cum more. “S-Stopp can’t take anymore..~ you hiss weakly, turning over and burying your cheeks in grass when he ignores your pleas and continues to rut, his cum continuously spurting thick loads in you, making sure it takes before his knot goes down.

Your body has given out completely, covered in bites and bruises, dried blood all over your neck. All your energy gone, you’re so sleepy… Your legs much to sore to attempt walking, shaking like jelly. You’re a drooling mess, grass stained clothes and hair frizzy. Your shorts ripped apart, victim to Kaeya’s rut and sharp claws. Your breathing has leveled out now, waiting for his knot to go down so he can finally move. Kaeya pulls whats left of your shorts back up your hips pulling out of you in the process. Thick cum dribbles out but he kindly pushes it back in with his fingers. Carrying your limp body in his strong arms back to your small cottage.

"Noo... needa go to Grandmaas..." you complain weakly, clinging on to his shirt. "I'll drop off the basket to your Grandmas”he reassures you, petting your soft twitchy ears. After a while of walking in the darkening sunset, you reach your home, Kaeya picks the window lock to your room placing you on your soft comfy bed.

"Mr Wolf.. When will i see you again.." you ask drowsily, He pets his fluffy hair softly. "Whenever you want my pet, you know where to go." He kisses you again before leaving out your window, you fall asleep quickly. "Be safe little bunny.. You're helpless without me." He grins disappearing into the woods.

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figgrrr0 · 1 year

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Hiii!! I love your writing, especially with Tighnari. He’s one of my favorites, and I love that you write for a dominant reader.

Can you please do a fic (plot) with Tighnari and a female reader who comes to the forest to study fungi, and they bond over being forest nerds? And then, he’s kind of pining for her, and when he confesses he admits he wants her to take charge, because he loves seeing her like that—and she uses a fungus to make him more sensitive when she does?

Want to skip the lead up? Look for the NSFW sign that marks the smut!

Cordyceps mishaps

Character: Sub!Tighnari // Reader: Dom!Afab

Genre: Smut // CW: Handjob, aphrodisiacs, slight teasing, brief masturbation, implied vaginal sex, slight power imbalance (he's your mentor)

Plot: Yes // Word count: 5.5k

When you'd made plans to come to Sumeru, this wasn't how you'd planned your first day to go.

With the climate being much hotter and humid than you were used to, it was understandably hard for you to acclimate to the differences fast enough to be totally comfortable. However, it all would be worth it for the new plant species that you'd get the see, the forests of Sumeru providing a scale of plant life larger than in any of the other nations.

Sure, you had read books about the trees, the flowers, the fungi; but words on paper were never a match for real-world experience. For years, you'd wanted to see them first-hand, to find them in the wild and study them to find your own consensuses. And now, you finally had the chance to do so. The only downside was that, since you didn't know anyone in Sumeru, you'd had no idea what to expect. Or where to go.

Which is how you got yourself lost within the first two hours of finally making it across the border of Liyue.

"Follow the paths." They'd said.

"Follow the paths." You'd repeated to yourself.

But, of course, through the gap between the trees, you'd seen an interesting flash of colour. Perhaps a new plant you'd never seen before? Maybe one from the sketches you'd seen in the books?

You didn't stay on the path.

And, now, half an hour later, you were lost, distressed and disappointed, because there was no flower at all. And from what you could tell, there was no one else around that could help. The silence in the air felt unnatural and precise, as though the forest itself was watching you, waiting on your every move, every thought, every breath. And with dusk not far from falling, you really didn't want to spend your first night here cold, alone and frightened of your surroundings, let alone lost.

... But there was nothing else for you to do. You'd tried turning back the way you'd came, but you still couldn't find the path. Plus, you didn't want to accidentally stay further into the forest. If you had any hope of being found by someone who could help, you had to stay at least close to the paths. Your common sense told you you'd be better off just staying exactly where you were.

Until you got distracted again.

Out of the corner of your eye, half hidden by the shadows cast down upon them by the surrounding trees, lay a patch of small orange mushrooms, all intertwined and reaching outwards in awkward angles. To you, they looked quite familiar... where had you seen them before?

Moving closer, completely focused on trying to identify these strange mushrooms, you pay no mind to the shadow shifting behind you.

From what you'd read in the books, there were no known species of fungi that were dangerous to touch, only causing problems when ingested. Taking mental notes of your findings, you examine them: the unusual slim and long form of the mushrooms set them apart from the common crowd of fungi, looking suspiciously similar to the cattail reeds which grew to the side of rivers and ponds. Putting on some spare gloves to prevent harmful juices or powders getting on your hands, you remove a small mushroom from the cluster, bringing it to your face while maintaining a safe distance and inhaling the scent that it emitted.

Cocoa.

... Well then. These were rare, that much you knew. And they weren't poisonous, either, from what you can remember – though you're hardly going to trust your memory when it comes to a plant you can't remember the name of. But you did remember the properties and effects. They were... interesting, to say the least.

"Cordyceps militaris."

"Agh-?!" You let out a shrill scream, whirling around on your feet and coming face to face with the man who had snuck up on you, an amused smile plastered on his face. Upon realising that he wasn't making any threatening advances towards you, you rest your hand on your chest as you calm down, your panicked breathing evening out.

Even though he clearly felt no shame in sneaking up on you like that and scaring you half to death, he was at least gentlemanly enough to allow you time to recover before he started talking again.

"This fungus is Cordyceps militaris. You should be careful interacting with it if you don't know what you're doing." He then proceeded to lean against a tree to the side, glancing down at the said fungus as if in thought.

"Excuse me? I know perfectly well what I'm doing!" You huffed, crossing your arms. Who was he, anyway? He finds a random girl in the middle of the forest who is obviously not from here, barely any daylight left, and instead of offering to take her somewhere safe, he wants to criticise your mushroom handling skills?!

"Oh, my apologies." He looked back up at you, tail flicking as though he were agitated with you, "I'd assumed that if you knew what you were doing, you would've worn appropriate gloves." He gestured to your hands, a humorous glint in his mischievous eyes.

Confused, you turn your own hands over to inspect them, only to be met with a glaringly obvious hole directly across the palm of the glove. Huh... must've snagged them on a branch at some point.

Embarrassed and left with little argument, you settle for staying silent, admitting defeat before you were further humiliated. It wasn't that bad, really. You just got caught out being a bit careless.

"...Anyway, mind handing that over?" He points to the small mushroom still held between your fingers, holding out a small pouch for you to place it into. Wordlessly, you drop it into the bag, stepping back upon doing so to create some more distance between you. "For a newcomer, you sure do know how to pick a good sample instead of just breaking it off at the base."

"I studied in some of the other nations, but Sumeru's variety was much more appealing. I thought I'd learn faster if there was more to see and do."

"I see. If I may, I think you made a good choice. Sumeru has lots to offer for both academics and plant life." He reaches out to take your hand, his gaze softening to be more friendly. "I'm Tighnari, Forest Watcher."

You hesitate slightly before placing your hand in his. "Y/N."

"Well then, Y/N, seeing as it's getting dark and you've been stumbling around the forest for the better half of an hour, what would you say to me taking you back to our main outpost? It's not much warmer, but the people there are friendlier than anything you'll come across in the wild late at night."

"...I'd say that I'd appreciate that very much, Forest Watcher Tighnari."

And so, without another word, you follow him to Gandharva Ville, where you stay for the night.

...

Tighnari couldn't believe how far you'd come in such short time. When you'd told him about your previous meticulous studies on wildlife –particularly plants and fungi – of course he'd believed you. He'd seen your proficiency that very same night that you met, discarding the... incident... with the gloves. Though he did still bring it up every now and then, just to keep you on your toes. He loved to see how flustered you'd get when he mentioned it, the little pout accompanied by the scowl you'd shoot him before the full sentence had even left his smiling lips making all of your sneaky little revenge plots well worth it.

However, that thought process had brought to mind the very serious problem that had been plaguing his mind as of late – or, really, since he had met you.

His feelings for you.

How passionate you were about learning the ways of the forest. How determined you were to improve at the job and impress the people around you (himself included). Even the way you held the other Rangers accountable for their mistakes, scolding them with no remorse, only to soften as you carefully explain the correct conduct, guiding them through with a gentle yet stern voice. He loved to see it.

He'd never say it out loud, except to himself, that your harsh words and strict voice had caused him to grow hot under the collar on quite a few instances. Even if he was just barely in earshot, he'd have to scurry away before you rounded the corner to see his blushing face, heading straight to his own quarters to... ahem... "make himself presentable."

At least, that was what he'd always said upon being asked, but it never made sense to you. He looked the exact same every time he came back! What could he possibly be doing in there that was so important?!

He hoped you wouldn't find out... not before he revealed the truth – well- half of it – tonight, resigning himself to whatever fate you had in store for his highly strung heart.

It had to be tonight. He couldn't drag this out for any longer.

...

One book; two books; three books; four. All stacked relatively neatly atop each other, placed next to a quill pen and subsequent pot of black ink.

Once a week, you meet up with Tighnari to go over all of your recent notes: mainly focused on any incidents or warning signs you find out in the field and comparing your new notes on the fauna with previous ones. This helped to tell if any differences were arising with the locale, and it made clear the progress you were making when it came to your studies on the plants.

Considering you were usually a bit later than agreed upon, Tighnari knew that he'd have a spare few minutes to prepare himself for your arrival. Perfect. His nerves had been catching up to him all day since he'd decided to finally talk to you about his feelings tonight. His hands were shaking, his tail stiff between his legs and his breath was hard to catch. Tighnari paced back and forth through the room, rethinking his plans as he straightened out his hair, which had gotten ruffled from his continuous gripping and pulling.

This wasn't like him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this affected by someone. But... he was officially your mentor... was it wrong for him to have feelings for you of this nature? He'd rifled through his thoughts too many times to count, arguing with himself about how inappropriate it was for him to act like this around you, to think of you in this way, but all he could ever come away with was hardly comforting to his confused mind.

You were mostly on par with his own knowledge on the ecosystem, having almost completely caught up with him due to how eager you were and how often you insisted on having these meetings. It wasn't as if he were at much of a higher level than you, nor were your ages out of balance. Really, you were both the same. It was just the job title itself that separated the two of you and made him cast some doubt on himself.

However, the situation wasn't as big a deal as Tighnari's mind made it out to be. He knew it wasn't.

The other Forest Rangers and Watchers murmured and gossiped about the two of you near daily, that much he knew. They weren't very subtle, and they did know of his heightened hearing, so surely they didn't care if he heard or not? But... what if...-

Tighnari stood stock still in the middle of the floor.

What if they were all letting him hear on purpose to push him into confessing?

His face reddened slightly as he overthought every little interaction he could remember between the two of you, where the other Rangers had been able to see. Had he been too obvious all along?! Did you already know and by confessing tonight he would just make a fool of himself?!

*Knock, knock*

Tighnari sighed, his ears falling flat to the sides of his head as he tried to push the tension from his shoulders and creased brow.

He couldn't tell you.

...

Already, it was half way through the night. The candles he had set through the room had slowly dwindled until barely three remained alight: the first, on a shelf behind you, giving the perfect backdrop of warmth for him to see you in from his seat across the table. The second, on a counter to the side, directly between both of you, illuminating the profiles of his and your faces. The third, on the table you're both sitting at, on the far end at a safe distance from all the vulnerable paper, but close enough that it prevents your shadow from obscuring your vision of the paper in front of you.

When the final candle melted down to the last of the wick, you took it as your que to leave. It symbolised the night coming to an end, and really, by the time the candles had burned all the way down, you were too tired to continue. What Tighnari had hoped you didn't notice, was that throughout his year with you, he had been slowly introducing new candles to his home, until now, there were almost double the amount he'd started with.

You had noticed.

Currently, only a few note sheets remained to check through. You carded through them, rearranging the ones you'd already read into a neater pile, before picking up your quill and sprawling some more notes onto the paper on the table in front of you.

Tighnari watched as you wrote, your handwriting had slowly descended over time as you got more and more tired through the evening. At this point, I was messy and scratchy, and half of the page didn't match the other half. From where he was sitting, he couldn't read what you were writing. He knew for a fact that you wouldn't have a clue in the morning, either. But he didn't tell you, because you always came to see him again for further clarification. That, and he thought it was cute.

Just as he was getting lost in his thoughts, gaze caught on the movements of your pen, a flicker behind you caught his eye. When he looked up, his eyes finding the candle at the back of the room, the flame drew its last breath, dying out not even two seconds later.

His eyes catch on the scene, watching as the final drops of wax drip down the side of the candle –or what is left of it, at least. The room behind you has been swallowed by shadows, only a faint glow from the remaining two reaching across the floor. But when he drags his eyes back to you, you haven't even noticed, completely transfixed by your notes.

The quiet scratching of the quill against parchment lulls the both of you into a serene silence, feeling no need for conversation, just enjoying each other's presence. Even though he'd started the evening feeling more anxious than he felt he'd ever been, by now, Tighnari was completely comfortable and content to share his space with you. He's glad you feel safe in his company, too.

Waiting, in case you need any help with the papers, Tighnari gazes upon your candle-lit face. Your hair falls around you messily from the night of work, your mindless movements and adjustments making you look ruffled in the best possible way. The shadows of the room lay across your face, contrasting with the low glow of the candle light. It makes you look ethereal in his eyes, as if you would disappear should he close his eyes for too long... or maybe that's just the exhaustion from the day leaving its impression on his eyes. Either way, it left you looking nothing less than gorgeous in that very moment.

Off to the side, the candle on the counter slowly extinguishes itself, though neither you nor him take any notice. The candle left on the table casts enough light for you to still see your paper. Tighnari, so mesmerised by your peaceful countenance, takes no notice because of the sudden lack of warmth colouring your cheek, but instead because of how the waning in competition between the two flames allowed the one that won to reflect brighter in your eyes.

The spark glints and glitters in the shadows around your eyes, like a field of fireflies against the backdrop of the midnight sky. Tighnari leans forward in his seat, the play of the light inviting him to get a closer look. The rustling of his clothing against his seat disrupts the stream of your focus, and you look up to see what he's doing.

Finally looking into your eyes, having your focus entirely on him...

He has to tell you.

...

(Not the actual smut yet but there's a little bit here. Idk... be warned)

Tighnari's back meets the table, his hands coming behind himself to steady his balance. Your body is slotted against his own, keeping him tight to the wooden surface with no option to move away. His tongue eagerly meets yours, lips opening wider upon your prompting. With his eyes closed, it's so much easier for him to take in everything about you; to just feel the effects you have on him.

His sensitive ears pick up on every noise in the room around you. Your breaths, mixing in the short space between your intertwined lips, the slight creaking of the wood beneath his body weight... it all sends a shiver down his back, an itch being scratched by the tingling just within his ears, the odd sensation making his head fuzzy and clouding his senses further.

His heightened sense of smell relishes in the newfound closeness of your body, his careful and unsure hands coming to rest against your waist. His uncertainty is reassured when your own hands, smaller than his own, though surer in their actions, come to press his tighter to your body, his nails digging in at the display of your want for him. Like this, your scent swirls around him, giving him no choice but to get drunk of the essence of you that sticks to his clothes. Suddenly, his cheeks heat a deep shade of red – deeper than they'd already been just from the warmth of your body against his – knowing that the smell of you will cling even to the pages of paper that you'd held between your fingers just minutes before for days to come.

Lost in his thoughts, Tighnari separates from your kiss with a gasp, his eyes rolling back when your leg presses into the bulge between his thighs, already hard and twitching against you. A drop of spit slips from the corner of his mouth, glinting in the remaining candle light as his thighs clench around the one you pressed against him. Grinding insistently and slow, you draw low groans from his open mouth. You quickly take place with your head in the crook of his neck, nosing and kissing along the surface that becomes available to you when Tighnari stretches his head to the side, giving you complete access to his most vulnerable points. You take advantage of the opportunity presented before you, taking the skin between your teeth and nipping until he whines and presses himself further into your hold on his neck.

He wants the pain. Wants to be bitten, to be marked. He wants everyone to look at him and know that he's been claimed by you.

But you won't give it to him. Not yet.

While his tongue flicks over his bottom lip to collect the mess of your combined spit, he looks into your eyes, the difference between each other immediately apparent:

Tighnari, eyes wide and dark, pupils dilated while he tried to commit the way you're looking at him to memory.

You, leaning over him as you push him down against the table, lidded eyes boring into his own with a passion that would make him fold to your every command.

You're leaning forward then, intending to continue exploring and taking the moment further, when–

The last candle flickers out, and darkness falls upon the room – encasing you both within.

It feels as though someone had walked in on the both of you, rudely unannounced and uncaring of the moment they'd ruined. You both stood stock still, completely frozen as you took in the sudden contrast (as little as it was, considering it was only one candle). It brings the both of you back to the present, clearing the haze that had befallen your minds as you take in the compromising position you'd gotten yourselves into. Panting and flushed, rumpled clothing and tangled limbs, crumpled paper and ink knocked over; how had your study session, professional and calm, turned to this?

Hesitantly, being careful not to bump into anything, you take a step back. You look away, despite the fact that it would take another few minutes for your eyes to adjust enough to see the other, and clear your throat, clearly feeling awkward.

Tighnari straightens himself out too, no longer leaning on the desk as he allows himself to wait for your next move. His ears point forward, zeroing-in on your spiking heart rate.

"...Well then... I suppose I'd best get going. Long day of work ahead tomorrow, right?" You're cut off before you can continue, a yawn pushing through your lips before you can stifle it. Despite his disappointment, Tighnari can't help but look at you endearingly. "Or today, I guess?"

"...That seems more like it, yes."

You let out what seems to be a content sigh, turning to head towards the door, still in complete darkness. Tighnari moves with you, going to your side to prevent you from walking into anything. He even opens the door for you and allows you to pass through.

"Thank you for tonight, mentor Tighnari~ I really learned a lot!" Just from the tone of your voice, he can tell that you're purposefully trying to make him embarrassed. After all, you must've noticed his discomfort every time you called him that through the past year, and you'd definitely put the pieces together after his confession. "I'll meet you here again tomorrow night."

And then, the door shuts behind her before he can even start to think of a response. He stands in the darkness of his own doorway for a few long minutes, going over the events of the night. Eventually, he lights another candle, deciding to leave the mess on the table for tomorrow... or later today, he guesses.

The enticing scent of you dances on the air in his room, smothering him and pulling him further into his growing need for you.

That night, Tighnari goes to bed later than usual; his hand fisted tight around the base of his swollen cock, and the other pressing painfully into the mark you'd left on his neck, already bruised and aching. His mind retraces the silhouette that you left imprinted in the shadows of his room, playing the scene over and over again behind his dilated eyes, wondering what would have happened if your time together hadn't been cut short.

At least, now, he can rest easy, knowing that his time truly being yours was soon to begin.

...

That day, work just seemed to drag on and on and on...

The job that usually captivated Tighnari's attention only kept him from you for longer. The co-workers and lower-ranking rangers, whose presence he didn't mind so much as others, even they couldn't stop him from wanting to get away from it all. Tighnari grinded his teeth, looking out at the sky, just waiting for the sun to hurry up and make way for the moon to rise.

It didn't help that every time he'd see you, you'd shoot him a teasing wink accompanied by a sly smirk, only to leave without a word... At this rate, with how you were both acting around each other, it wouldn't be long until gossip starts to spread through the camp.

That's why, when Tighnari finally gets you into his room later that night, he couldn't possibly be more relieved, shutting out the rest of the world behind that door and instantly forgetting about everything but you.

No words are exchanged as you direct him over to his own bed with just a look, following close behind and pushing him to sit down upon arrival. Tighnari faces you, then, feeling the urge to shrink in on himself when he sees you towering over him, the light from freshly-lit candles flashing in his peripheral like the stars that he knows are just outside. Only, this time, the candles will last much longer than usual, and even if they do go out, there's no way either of you will be stopping. Not tonight – and probably not any other night after this.

From behind your back, you reveal a small bowl cupped perfectly in the palm of your hand, part of the mortar and pestle kit he'd gifted you early on into your partnership. Inside lays a fine paste, brown in colour, with that distinct scent that always reminds him of your first fateful encounter:

Cocoa.

Tighnari gulps. His tail gives away his excitement, thumping erratically against the bed behind him, and you have to stifle a laugh at the display, as well as the embarrassed smile that tugs at his lips.

"And you..." His head tilts inquisitively as he once again inhales the sweet scent, "You're sure you know what this is? You're absolutely certain you remember?"

You show a mischievous smirk. "Cordyceps militaris."

Damn... using his own words against him... that's just plain cruel! Though that is a large part of what drew him towards you... But Cordyceps are a natural stamina enhancer! Why would you need to use them this late at night? You'd already made it very obvious that you wouldn't be studying tonight. And he's a fox! He has plenty of energy to do... that... without the added aid of an energy booster–

Ohhh...

Tighnari's eyes darken upon realising your plan.

They're also a natural aphrodisiac...

You sidle closer, moving to straddle him upon the bed, your thighs on either side of his own. Tighnari shuffles further onto the bed to make space for you, silently welcoming your presence. Distantly, he notices you putting the mortar bowl off to his side, but he's much more interested in whatever you're reaching into the pouch you set beside it for.

He doesn't have to wait long, your hand displaying an orange mushroom, long and thin, before you take it between your fingers and cup his cheeks with both hands. Your thumb slides against his bottom lip, and Tighnari automatically lets his mouth fall open without a second thought. You share eye contact, dilated pupils showing the love and respect you have for each other, among other things, while you slowly push the small piece of raw mushroom onto his waiting tongue.

He bites down instantly. It's un-needed, really. He'd feel the effects of the Cordyceps after ingestion, regardless of how it was done; but he wanted the full experience of being with you. He wanted to know everything that you had in store for him.

That doesn't mean he enjoys the burst of salt that assaults his taste buds, or the nutty after taste, but he knows that what will come after is worth it.

He must've made a disgusted face, the twinkle in your eyes and amused expression showing that you'd expected his reaction. "How is it? As good as you'd imagined?" You ask, a laugh on the cusp of your lips.

He swallows down, the saltiness drying up his mouth and making his salivary glands overcompensate. "Bitter."

You move on, pulling him into a kiss as your hands tugged at his clothes, slowly removing them and letting them fall haphazardly onto the floor. You pull away briefly to breathe out, "Effects should start in about 10 minutes," before you take his tongue into your mouth once more, hands running over his skin as more of his body is revealed to you. Suddenly, you quickly move away, reaching for the mortar. "Think you can wait that long?"

Tighnari huffs, looking annoyed that you keep depriving him of your kiss to speak more – even if he did previously encourage your teasing. "Seems to me that you're the one that has to worry about waiting. I wonder how long you've been planning this?" You ignore him, removing the last layers of his clothing until his cock, already half hard, is revealed to your hungry gaze. You take him into your hand, stroking him as he hardens further under your touch. "Look at you, you can't even keep your hands off me~" The Cordyceps must've been starting to work, beads of sweat beginning to form on his flushed skin proving that he was not as unaffected as he showed.

At this, you look up, an unimpressed expression on your face. "When this kicks in you'll be desperate for my touch. You'll be begging and writhing in the sheets of your own bed, all with the risk of me leaving you alone to try and deal with it yourself."

That manages to shut him up, his eyes widening with the threat in your tone. The expectant silence urges you to move, scooping a dollop of the brown Cordyceps paste from the bowl and lathering it over your palms.

Tighnari's breath hitches when you take his dick in your hand again, the coating feeling odd against the sensitive skin. Already being room temperature, the mixture warms quickly between your fingers, soon becoming pleasurable and aiding the slide of your hand. Meanwhile, your other hand spreads the paste across his inner thighs, working it into the skin.

Soon, Tighnari is showing more and more symptoms brought on by the mushroom, his eyes clouding and breaths coming shorter and more laboured. His eyes clench shut and he flinches when you nip the soft plush of his thighs, the pain blurring into bliss by the time the shocks make it to his brain. He's too overcome to make much noise, only small hums breaking through the silence, except for the slick noises coming from below.

He's starting to feel unusually hot where the mixture touches him, the sensation gradually growing as you continue your ministrations, but he doesn't speak up, doesn't complain. Because, the longer he puts up with this... the better it feels. The warmth on his cock, on his thighs, and even the occasional drop that had splattered up to his navel on the downward 'slap' of your hand, it all multiplied the pleasure he was feeling. It kept building and building, overwhelming him the longer it lasted.

Every time Tighnari thought he was going to cum, thought that it couldn't possibly get any more intense, the constricting heat in his loins would double, his muscles getting impossibly tighter, until–

He came, suddenly and without warning, pushing into your hand. His cum spouted from the slit, dribbling over to meet the brown paste, leaving a sticky mix of brown and white to pool at the base of his cock, like paint dripping down a fresh canvas. The picture he paints is lewd to the very meaning of the word.

Having to focus all of his energy into collecting his ragged breaths, he holds onto you with an arm thrown over your shoulder, relying on you to keep him up. Of course, it wouldn't be a problem were he to fall, the welcoming and familiar pillows obviously being cushioned enough to break the landing. But it's so... cute, so endearing, to see Tighnari, the Head Forest Watcher, completely reliant on you to take care of him during the most vulnerable moment you've witnessed him in to date.

Broken from his reverie, Tighnari stirs in your hold, his eyes lighting excitedly at the rejuvenated energy he feels running through his veins. His cock, still messy and lewd from his orgasm, hasn't gone down, only growing harder as the Cordyceps that he'd eaten finally takes its full hold on his mind.

He thrusts up into your hand that still encases his cock, whimpering when you lift yourself up and line him up with your hole, already wet from the high of seeing what a needy heap you'd reduced him to. Looking down at the sight with lust-fueled awe, he's only pulled away when your hand grips his chin, making him look up at you. His tail starts wagging again when he sees the dangerous look in your eyes and the hint of your teeth when your lips pull back into a mocking sneer.

"You're not gonna stop cumming until I've milked you dry... we've gotta get that aphrodisiac out of your system, right, mentor?"

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Thank you for reading! 🩷

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin tighnari #tighnari x reader smut #tighnari smut #tighnari x reader #Writing for an ask~🩷

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Bestiaryposting Results: Haesorog

Welcome to this week's bestiaryposting results! This is an unusual one in that the entry is short, but we have plenty of physical details. We're also following up two obvious ones with a description I genuinely think nobody can identify unless they're familiar with the bestiary tradition itself, or the sources thereof.

If any of that was confusing to you, please consult past posts on this matter at https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting. You can also keep up with the current beast of the week -- and participate -- by checking out the tag "maniculum bestiaryposting". The entry that our artists are working from this week can be found here:

Anyway, art below the cut in roughly chronological order:

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) took this in a rhinoceros kind of direction, drawing something that reminds me of paleoart depicting prehistoric rhino relatives that I have seen & enjoyed. I was going to say something like "I'm not sure if that was the vibe they were going for", but the linked post cites Brontotherium as an inspiration for the horn, so that's probably what I'm picking up on. The depiction of it defending its young makes this a really interesting image, I think; I like it a lot. Also, the design decisions explained in the linked post are genuinely pretty interesting, so I encourage you to check that out.

@moonygryffin (link to post here) ran with the "ibis feet, deer head" thing to produce something kind of like a flightless peryton, which I think is pretty cool. What's really clever here, I think, is how the body effectively blends elements of both animals so that it looks like a natural transition between the two. It's kind of bird-shaped, but you can see some deer-shaped elements at the top, and it's got this furry kiwi kind of vibe that's plausibly both "deer" and "bird".

Moonygryffin also suggests that the thing with the feet is the result of our favorite game, Manuscript Telephone, and it was originally the footprint of an ibex, which I think is probably correct. From some quick searching, it looks like Pliny just described this beast as having "cloven hooves". I think it's plausible that a later author changed it for purposes of parallelism -- "size of an ox, fur of a bear, head of a deer, feet of an ibex" -- and then someone else misread it and gave it bird feet. (Do ibexes/ibices* have cloven hooves? I'm going to assume they do, they're goats, right?)

*I checked the OED; both plural forms are attested, though the first is the more common. Which is probably why Tumblr is giving the second one the red underline.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) went for a similar concept as the above, but in a different medium and interpretation. Genuinely impressed by the realistic detail on the legs and head here -- CheapSweets has mentioned seeking out some reference material and art books recently, so I'm inclined to assume those are really paying off. Look at that thing. There's a lot of interesting material in the linked post, speaking to influences, research, and design decisions, which I think is definitely worth checking out. One thing I want to point out specifically because I missed it the first time I saw this drawing: take a look at the people & dog in the background at the top left. Now look at the trees next to them. One of them is a Haesorog cleverly disguising itself. Excellent.

(Also thank you for providing alt text.)

@pomrania (link to post here) has collaborated with @theforceisstronginthegirl on this one, which is a delight! Pleased to see you back, Theforceisstronginthegirl. Anyway, they've also clocked the error with the ibis thing: while they don't suggest it's an error for ibex, they do suggest that it refers to cloven hooves, which as previously mentioned is indeed what Pliny says about it. And then they also decided to give it bird feet anyway because that's more fun, which is very much in the spirit of the thing, excellent call. Anyway, the focus of this design is on the camouflage aspect. They've interpreted it as simply having stellar natural camouflage, which is why it's shown next to a tree here -- we can see that the pattern of its fur lets it blend in with the coloration of the trees around it, and that leaves tangled in its antlers along with its ability to stand on two legs enhances the effect.

@sweetlyfez (link to post here) went with a similar quadrupedal design, shaggy deer-like thing with bird legs, but went the opposite direction with the camouflage. Her post indicates it's shown here "shedding some leaves from the last time it turned into a bush," which means this version of the Haesorog is suggested to have actively supernatural camouflage that allows it to shapeshift. (Which is definitely suggested by the text.) There's something very evocative about the eyes here, which I like. (Also, thank you for including alt text.)

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) continues to deliver beautifully stylized art. I'm really delighted by the the pose the second Haesorog is taking in order to blend in with the very pretty Stylized Plants around it -- I think this is maybe not the environment where color-shifting is hugely useful, as I have no doubt the first Haesorog is fully aware of its presence. Something that makes this particular design interesting is that between the default coloration displayed on the left and the shape of the feet, you get a kind of "this thing is a step too human for a quadruped" feeling that makes it a little more unique-looking than it might be otherwise. (Also, thanks for including alt text.)

Over all of these entries, I'm noting that one effect of the clear physical description is that it does provide a more restricted space in which artists can play -- it's much more obvious than in other weeks that all of these are the same animal. Whether that's an upside or a downside is, I think, wholly subjective. Now let's look at the Aberdeen Bestiary.

...

Okay, we can't do that actually. The page with the illustration is missing from the Aberdeen Bestiary. So we're looking over to its sister manuscript, the Bodley Bestiary. (MS. Bodl. 764, also digitized online.)

So this beast is of course the Parander.

Yep, bet everyone feels foolish for not recognizing such a common and well-known animal as the parander.

Also, of course, known as the Tarand or Tarander, of course. Or parandrus / tarandrus in Latin.

Right, so the reason that I was so confident nobody without a thorough background in the bestiary tradition (or Pliny the Elder) would recognize this one is because it's not a real animal. And it's not even one of the mythical ones that managed to get a foothold in the modern consciousness.

I might be overstating the "not a real animal" line, actually; odds are good it's based on one. Let's talk about that.

There have been some guesses as to the parander's identity in scholarship. The Bostock translation of Pliny has a footnote that cites two competing theories: "reindeer" and "elk [aka 'moose']". The reindeer one gets an explanation -- differently-colored summer and winter coats -- but the elk one is just kind of tossed out there as a proposed alternative. My guess (based on it already being past 10:30pm here and not wanting to put in the time to track down a source that's cited only by a last name with no other identifying information) is that that one's about the parander's size being emphasized.

You may say, "excuse me Maniculum, neither of those animals lives anywhere near Ethiopia. What are you playing at? Are you going to try and convince me that the pre-modern definition of 'Ethiopia' was so broad it encompassed the Arctic Circle?" The solution is that the parander wasn't originally described as being from Ethiopia -- Pliny says it's from Scythia. Which... also seems a bit too far south. But it's entirely reasonable that the Scythians were reporting on something seen on a trip north or something they heard about from northern neighbors, which would put "reindeer" and "elk/moose" both back in as options. Scythia is close enough to the range of both of those animals that it's plausible they would be familiar with them.

Someone you may have heard of took a stance on this issue, interestingly. An 18th-century biologist named...

... Linnaeus. Yep, it's codified right into the scientific name for "reindeer" now, and has been for as long as binomial nomenclature has been a thing. Anyone who wants to make the "elk/moose" argument is going to have a bit of an uphill battle.

All that out of the way, now take a moment and scroll back up to that medieval illustration. Mentally compare it to the description and the art shared in this post. There's something different, right?

You may notice that the artist has given it cloven hooves rather than bird's feet, having not been confused at all by the "footprints of an ibis" thing. Now, often this is the result of the art not actually being directly based on the text, but copied from art in a previous manuscript, so a scribe can write down the wrong word and it won't affect the art at all because the artist may or may not even be reading the text as they work.

Often, but not always. In this case, I would like to float an alternate explanation.

On the left is the translation of the Bodley Bestiary I have on my shelf, to which I referred when filling in material from missing pages in the Aberdeen Bestiary. On the right is the Bodley Bestiary digitized manuscript.

Now. I am not trained in Latin paleography, so it's possible that I'm misinterpreting an abbreviation. But that word on the right... the penultimate letter certainly looks like a C, doesn't it? Not, e.g., an S? (It would be a long s here, but that doesn't actually help.)

Which means that the manuscript says ibex. The ibex -> ibis confusion is a case of Manuscript Telephone, but it was telephoned in the 1990s.

Again, like I said, I'm not an expert. I've never translated a single page of a Latin manuscript, much less had a book-length translation published in a handsome slipcover edition. So it's very possible I'm missing something. But right now I'm pretty sure that everyone's been drawing bird feet not because of an error made by a medieval scribe, but by the modern translator.

Anyway, that was exciting, right? I hope that makes up for me posting this a few hours later than usual.

#maniculum bestiaryposting #haesorog

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kiss-theggoat · 10 months

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please more bo i beg of you. you’re my favourite writer for him

A/N: Literally sobbing, thank you so much for the words of support. I looooove Bo and I love writing about him so thanks so much for your request! I hope you like it! Longer fics for Bo to come :)

Bo Sinclair Headcannons

Warnings: Smut, Violence, Toxic relationship, Bo being Bo, Talks of past trauma

SFW:

No matter how you end up in Ambrose, I see him having sort of a honeymoon phase with you. He sees you, thinks your the hottest thing alive, either convinces you or forces you to stay, but after a few weeks, he realizes that he’s gotten himself into some sort of screwed up relationship. This isn’t because he doesn’t like you, but because he thinks about the way his mom and dad left him, and worries about you wanting to leave too.

Let’s be for real, Bo is not the kindest man ever on the surface, and he’s a stereotypical tough guy. If you identify as a woman, he’ll want you to do your “womanly” duties, clean the house, get him a sandwich and a beer, be at his beck and call. If you identify as a man, be prepared to be put to work in the garage, fix buildings downtown. In Bo’s eyes, men do the hard labor and women do the house work. Very old fashioned.

Living in the Sinclair house is like playing slot machines. One day you’ll wake up to a Bo who gives you a kiss on the forehead and walk downstairs to Lester making some sort of roadkill bacon, Vincent putting flowers he found in a little vase. The next day you’ll wake up to screaming and walk down to the brothers fighting, you might even get your own “the fuck you lookin at?” From Bo if you stare too long.

Bo secretly loves EVERYTHING about you. He literally thinks you’re a god on earth, the way your pretty eyes glimmer in the Louisiana sun, the way your skin is so smooth when he runs your hand over your thigh, when you laugh at something Lester says and it lights up the entire house, puts him in the best mood. Makes it hard for him to wear his usual scowl. He just wishes he knew how to tell you.

With this is the resentful side of Bo. He can be rude to you, calling you names, pushing you away, and I wouldn’t put it past him to hit you. He would hit you and then sit in silence, alone, in shock of what he’d done. He can’t stand that he’s letting someone get close to him, can’t stand that he’s letting YOU get close to him, so he tries really hard to push you away, despite how scared he is of you leaving.

The moment Bo knew he was head over heels for you. You and Vincent playing with Daisy in the long grass, laughing and running around, carefree. Bo sat against a tree with a beer, watching the beauty that is you spend time with the things he loves most. He can’t deny how good you fit in, and he loves it.

NSFW:

Bo likes a pillow princess. He loves being in control, having every single part of your body in his hands, his mouth, covered by his body.

His favorite position is probably doggy, but this is because he usually just bends you over things randomly do fuck you. In the garage? You’re bent over the workbench. In the house? Bent over the kitchen counter or side of the couch. If you’re in the bedroom and he gets to move you around, he likes missionary (he gets to see every single movement of your face) and spooning (easy to choke you).

Some of Bo’s kinks would include impact play, he loves to spank you, dacryphilia, if he can fuck you until you cry he’s smitten, and very light bondage. He likes to tie your wrists to the headboard every once and a while, or behind your back if your bent over something. Other than that he’s a fairly vanilla guy in a kink sense, but he’s rough.

You’ll wake up the next morning sore, bruises on your hips and thighs, hickeys on your neck, collarbones, and chest. You’ll wobble down the stairs with one of Bo’s shirts on to find a smirking Lester and a casual Bo, eating breakfast.

No one gives you more shit than Lester. You and Bo’s brothers get close, but Vincent doesn’t make fun of you like Lester does. If he hears you and Bo fucking? Oh my god, that man is going feral, banging on the door, mocking your moans. If you come down in the morning from an obviously rough night, he will not let you leave the house without details. And god forbid he walks in on you two, he’d laugh and probably slap Bo’s ass before he left.

Bo’s favorite thing on you is your ass. He’s an ass man. If you’re standing in the kitchen cooking, he’s coming up behind you and squeezing your butt, trying to distract you. When he fucks you from behind, all he can stare at is the way your ass bounces against him. He loves it.

#slasher x reader #slashers #horror movies #bo sinclair fanfiction #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #house of wax fanfiction

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mcytblrconfessions · 5 months

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can anyone help me identify this series/mcyt?

around about... 2013? maybe later? i was very into this one smp and i cannot for the life of me figure out what it was called or who i was watching. it was heavily modded, and the guy i was watching chose to focus on the alchemy/magic mods. it was very cool, he had a wizard tower in the swamp and would do rituals/spells and the vibe was on point. i want to say it was fwhip, but i really don't think it was, because i think this pre-dates him on youtube. but like he had a fwhip vibe and was a maybe a red head?

additional bit i remember: i'm PRETTY SURE bdoubleo was in the smp, and he had a custom tree shop(maybe with someone else?)

please help me. i've been looking on and off for years. i can see it so clearly in my head please help

#not a confession

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jesncin · 5 months

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I've been getting a lot of kind words on my recent dyslexia/typos comic (thank you by the way!!) but something that seems to be coming up a lot is folks saying "see Clark being nice is interesting! And people say Superman is boring!"" and while I take the compliment that I've written him well, I worry that it's kind of missing the point in a big picture way.

So much of superhero and Superman narrative discussion gets recycled and caught up in petty discourse: "the red underwear is ridiculous" "no one would do something nice for free" "he has it too easy" etc. and you can tell companies are paying attention to that stuff because they're making shallow responses to all of that to the detriment of their stories. I think about how the Disney live action remakes make surface level changes in response to cinema sins style online discourse, or how MAWS as a show predominantly references and claps back at superficial Superman discourse post-snyderverse with no internal consistency or integrity over the themes and issues it touches on.

People eat that up because it's a checklist of things they want to see in media: diversity? Check! Superman smiles more? Check! Red underwear? Check! We're getting lost in all that to the point we're not asking "but what's the story about, though?" I think we need to be careful when media takes characters we've identified with, does the most liberally safe take on online discourse to please most fans, but then take the character in a narratively questionable direction.

Because we might just end up celebrating a Superman who's been re-appropriated to fit the safest, blandest version of kindness while reimagining his backstory from being an allegory for the immigrant experience to a story about a redeemed colonizer savior from planet empire. But he saves a cat from a tree right? Check.

All this to say, I'm still glad people like my comic. It talks about how marginalization isn't always something visibly apparent, how intersectionality between race and disability can cause someone to not reach out for help, how someone like Clark navigates solidarity without overstepping. I get a little disappointed when people look at all that and just see how it matches up to their shallow discourse checklist. Oh, Superman's kindness isn't boring? Check.

#ramblings #jesncin talks maws #idk if this is a hot take just media criticism thoughts I need to expel out of me #as a firm believer that superman's kindness needs to be inherently political i think criticisms about his goodness being bland CAN be based

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bonefall · 7 months

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bones……. please …….. spare words for mushrooms? i cant find any in the lexicon …. also love the clanmew stuff :)

I wrote a whole guide and then Tungle crashed OTL

I'll have to make a whole entry on shrooms at some point but for now, I'm going to give you the most basic words for various mushrooms. Know these things;

Cats can taste mushrooms, they describe the flavor as wrale, savory.

This is because mushrooms are full of glutamate, an amino acid that tastes like meat.

Even some poisonous mushrooms taste good. It is very important to teach apprentices of all Clans about mushrooms they can and can't eat, and to never eat a mushroom they haven't identified.

ShadowClan, however, finds this more culturally important because they live in a wetland. Mushrooms are used in more of their cooking than the cuisine of other Clans, ergo, ShadowClan warriors generally know more than the cats of other Clans.

That said, you can actually expect Exampleclaw of any given Clan to generally know more about mushrooms than flowers, on average.

Fungus = Molf All things which grow in moist, dark environments, typically on rotting things. Mold, mushrooms, lichens... AND also moss. The cats aren't working with phylogeny here. Fuzzy mold = Gross moss.

Edible Fungus = Lelof Stuff you can eat. Chicken of the woods, blewit, bay bolete. Smells soooo good, really pungent, rich specimens are shredded, dried, and used as toppings. Yumyum!! Yellowfang's pe-dishonor title name, Shroompelt, was Lelofborrl.

Mushroom-shaped Mushroom = Skubi If you're not in ShadowClan, this is any fungus with the characteristic shaft and cap. ShadowClan will mock you relentlessly if you look at a stinkhorn or funeral bell and call it this, and call you Skubi for the rest of the night. It's a ShadowClanmew-exclusive word for an "undiscerning" or "know-nothing" person. Especially if you ARE a ShadowClan cat and you forget the right word. You say the wrong word ONCE and you see your clanmates' eyes go wide like they're about to get zoomies. Like, it's over. "I'm skubi-dubi-doo for the rest of the night i guess." -poor tawnypelt Even MORE confusing, Skubi Yaywi, "Bright/Intensely Colorful Mushroom-shaped-Mushroom," is ShadowClan slang for someone who is extremely attractive. ShadowClanmew is an ENTIRE dialect just dedicated to fucking with outsiders, honestly.

Polypore = Cholf Shelf-shaped mushrooms without stems that grow directly off trees. Usually pretty hard in texture and not very delicious at all, but often boiled as medicine.

Jelly = Oogaw BIZARRE, squishy, tarry shaped fungi that seem to "ooze" out of trees. Has all sorts of shapes-- cups, clusters, cakes, wavy bunches. Ends up as an "other" category of sorts when they have no idea what to call it. Examples of this is Jelly-Ear, King Alfred's Cakes, Witch's Butter, Poor Man's Licorice, etc.

Ball = Pulf Puffy, solid fungi that balloon right out of the ground. The most well-known of this type is the giant puffball, which gets as big as a cat and is used for eating, wound-dressing, or playing games with.

#clan culture #clanmew #mushrooms

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internet-sadass · 5 months

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Can't Keep My Mind (Or Hands) Off You (Fox Mulder x pregnant!female reader)

Blurb: Mulder can't keep his mind, or hands, off you now he's got you pregnant, which leads to a little lunch break fun in his car.

Warnings: smut, car sex, pregnant sex?, breeding kink

A/N: If anything about pregnancy in here is not realistic, oops, I have not been pregnant and I tried my best to research the symptoms etc. Also, the reader works at with the FBI but doesn't work with Mulder on the X Files. She does come and do admin work for him (like photocopying and bringing him coffee) because that's what a good partner does 😘

"Okay, so I managed to photocopy these photographs for you. They're not the best quality, but I'd say they're passable. I mean, you can still make out the shape of a figure in the tree line. I'm guessing that's what you need them for, right? Identifying weird humanoid figures."

Mulder nearly dropped the folder he was holding.

"You're not wearing a bra." He stated, completely matter-of-factly, despite how he stared at you.

It was true: you had forgone a bra that morning and opted for a white vest under your blouse instead. Your breasts were constantly aching now you were well and truly into your first trimester. Wearing a bra meant you would wince all day and be unable to focus on anything except how sore your chest was and how much you couldn't wait to tear your bra off as soon as you got into your car at the end of the day. But today, you weren't in the mood to suffer hours of feeling like someone was squashing your already tender breasts constantly, so no-bra it was.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully at Mulder as you set the thick pile of photocopies on his desk.

"You're observant this morning. Did you listen to anything I just said? Or do you need me to repeat that all while you," You tilted his chin up so his eyes met yours rather than admiring the twin peaks of your pert nipples against your blouse. "Keep your eyes up here."

Mulder placed his hands on your waist, running them down over your hips. Since you'd shown him the four identical positive tests and the doctor had confirmed that you were indeed pregnant, he'd found it incredibly hard to keep his hands away from you. Everything he'd loved about you and your body was amplified tenfold now. And right this instant, your significantly fuller breasts, the healthy flush across your cheeks, and your pretty eyes staring up at him were destroying his normally undying devotion to his job.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you, don't worry. The photocopies. Thank you, sweetheart." You were pulled closer to him, very much breaking the 'no touching' rule you had agreed on to prevent the pair of you from losing your jobs over inappropriate workplace behaviour. "More important is, why aren't you wearing a bra? You're not, you know,” He lowered his voice, “lactating?"

You laughed, shaking your head.

"Nope, not yet. Going to be another few months before that happens. They're just sore, that's all, and wearing a bra is getting pretty intolerable. So, no bra."

As you explained, Mulder’s hands wandered over the changing contours of your body, settling, as they always did, on the subtle hump of your pregnant belly. Even if he couldn't feel anything, since the baby was no bigger than a plum at this stage, he felt an instinctual need to place his hands protectively over the warmth of your lower stomach. Sometimes, he swore he felt something stirring within you, but he knew it was just his very wishful thinking.

Snapping back into the present moment, Mulder recalled that you said that your chest was hurting.

"Can I make them hurt less? Please." He whispered, hands drifting up to cup just below your breasts. He leaned close to you, kissing your cheek so softly that his lips barely met your skin.

You shivered at his touch, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on your sensitive flesh, to have his mouth on your skin, kissing over your sensitive areolas. Another kiss was placed on your cheek, making you groan. As much as you, and presumably Mulder, wanted to take the day off and spend the whole time rolling around in bed, you knew that would have to remain a fantasy.

"Later. I promise. As soon as we get home, I'm all yours." You placed your hands on his chest, smoothing his shirt. "We can last until the end of the day, can't we?"

Mulder wasn't sure he could last that long. How could he if you were walking about looking so damn irresistible and beautiful and full?

Clearing his throat, he finally released your body from his protective grasp.

"We can, yes." He lifted the photocopies you'd made. "Especially if I have to go take a look at this sasquatch. Keep my mind occupied."

‘And off your gorgeous body’ , He added mentally.

***

"Oh, please be gentle- ah, careful!- please be gentle with me, Fox." You whimpered, arching your back against Mulder's torso as he pulled your vest up over your breasts, catching on your nipples, making them sting. His hands settled on your breasts, cupping them, weighing them in his hands. They certainly felt bigger to him, filling up more of his hands than before.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. I'll be so gentle with you, doll." He whispered back to you, brushing a thumb over one of your nipples, making you keen and squirm against him. After many hours of being unable to think of anything but you, he was glad to finally get his hands on your body and touch it as much as he (and you, of course) wanted. As much as it was your body that was making him harder and harder every passing second, the way you begged him to be gentle with you and your heightened reactions to his touch only added fuel to the fires of his arousal.

The pair of you hadn't made it to the end of the day. When Mulder got a minute, he found you and nearly dragged you out to his car. He'd driven to a slightly more private place than the bureau car park, and both of you moved to the backseat, kissing each other like a pair of teens who'd finally got the house to themselves and were free from the prying eyes of their parents. Now you sat on Mulder’s lap as he touched you, drawing all sorts of pretty sounds and whispers from you by just lightly touching your tender and aching chest.

Every caress, every careful touch of your tender breasts was a sweet mix of painful and pleasurable. You were in ecstasy, arching your back, grinding against Mulder's thighs, begging him to ‘stop’ and ‘keep going’ simultaneously. The sensation of him sucking and kissing at your neck only made you more desperate and aroused. Though you winced whenever your flesh was squeezed, your eyes almost rolled back into your head when he rolled his thumbs over your nipples, drawing circles on them just as he did with your clit every time you two got intimate. Your climax felt embarrassingly close, considering he’d done nothing more but grope your breasts and kiss your neck. The fact you could feel his erection, so hard it was almost painful for you to be sitting on, only added to how turned on you were.

"P-please...I want more of you. Touch me more." You panted out, seizing one of Mulder’s hands and moving down under your hiked-up pencil skirt. He pushed your panties aside and slid the tips of his fingers along your leaking slit. Thick, creamy arousal gathered on his fingers and leaked onto his trousers, staining them with a prominent damp patch.

"God, you're so wet." Mulder mused as he slid two fingers into you. There was no resistance whatsoever, as your insides welcomed the intrusion of his fingers, twitching around them. You groaned and bucked against his fingers as they pressed up into the most sensitive part of your insides.

"A-all because of you." You said, struggling to speak as you couldn't focus on much else except how good it felt to have your pussy spread open by Mulder’s fingers.

He chuckled, scissoring inside you before pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace.

"That's not true; it's not all my doing. It's because of your hormones, too."

As he toyed with your pussy and rolled your clit under his thumb, slick leaked out, soaking his hand and the leg of his trousers. You writhed about on his lap, grinding against his stiff length. It was Mulder’s turn to moan as your movements threatened to make more pre-cum leak from his slit and wet his boxers. He wanted to be inside you so badly, especially as he could feel how wet and pliable your pussy was right now. A whine left your lips as he slid his fingers out of you.

“You’re so needy, aren't you? It’s cute.” He mumbled as he guided you to lie across the backseat. Placing one knee on either side of your hips, he straddled you, leaning down to kiss you as he undid his belt.

You smirked against his kisses.

“Speak for yourself. You can’t even pause to take your pants off. That desperate to be inside me.” You whispered back to him.

Mulder didn’t fight back with words. Inside, he moved his mouth from your lips to your nipples, running his tongue over one of them, swirling around the hard nub. You winced and groaned, your body unable to decide whether it liked the sting of your oversensitive buds being touched in such a way. Seeing your reaction, he moved to the other nipple, bringing a hand up to gently squeeze your breast and circle his thumb over your now wet nipple. You writhed about under him, switching between arching your back, pressing your chest up to him, and shrinking away, trying to escape but finding no way to roll away from him without falling off the seat.

Feeling as though he had ‘tortured’ you enough and got his fill of toying with your gorgeous chest that had been distracting that whole day, Mulder lifted your hips, lining your entrance up with his weeping tip. He entered you, earning a sharp gasp of pleasure from you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to stay hilted deep inside you.

This was what Mulder had been thinking about all morning. Even with a particularly promising case to chase up, all he could think about was you and being inside your intoxicating tight, wet heat. As much as he wanted to draw out the process of rutting into your velvety insides and feeling you clamp around him as you said his name over and over, he simply couldn’t hold back. He pounded into you, filling the car with the slap of skin on skin and the sickenly wet sounds of his cock spearing open your soaking lips. You looked so perfect below him; your pupils blown out, your skin sheening with a light layer of sweat, your neat office makeup beginning to run as tears squeezed from your eyes, your full breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips. To top off the view of you, looking more beautiful than ever, the way you were saying his name every time he hit your deepest and most sensitive spot was something he knew he’d replay in his head whenever he couldn't be with you. You swung from breathing out his name in pants to calling it out to barely whispering it as your orgasm broke and made you fall apart under him. He already knew he loved you, but at that moment, as you said his name in a barely audible tone and looked up at him with doe-eyes full of adoration, it felt like that love grew tenfold.

“O-oh, god, fuck, I love you.”

Words fell out of Mulder’s mouth, very much beyond his control, as he felt the heat of his orgasm spread from his lower belly and along his length. He felt himself fill you with spurt after spurt of his hot seed, his cock pulsing as it emptied its load into you. Reluctantly, he pulled out of you, smearing his tip over your swollen folds, unwilling to let any of his cum go to waste.

You sat up, a wave of dizziness washing over you. Clearly, so much excitement and activity had put your delicate body under some strain, and it struggled to cope. You looked down at yourself, noticing the gradually growing puddle of cum leaking out of your entrance. The more you sat up, the more that leaked out. You groaned at the sight; it almost made you want to go another round.

“God, you always cum so much. No wonder I got pregnant the second time we tried. Your car seats are ruined now.” You said, laughing as you forced yourself to sit fully upright and start making yourself look presentable again.

Mulder shook his head at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“They’re leather, so that won’t stain or mark them. And aren't you glad we didn’t have to keep on trying to get you pregnant?” He said, nudging you.

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance at his remark.

“I don’t think either of us would have minded it taking more than just two times without a condom. Not that we need condoms or an excuse to fuck like rabbits anymore.” You joked, helping re-do Mulder’s tie for him, kissing the tip of his nose.

***

Scully was waiting for Mulder when he rushed back into his office, still looking much more dishevelled than a man coming back from a completely average and normal lunch break should look.

"Mulder, where were you?" She asked, looking him up and down, folding her arms like a parent would do to a misbehaving child.

"Um...Lunch." Mulder fumbled with his answer, knowing as soon as it left his mouth that there was no way in hell that Scully would believe that he’d just been away getting lunch.

"For over an hour? It took you that long to get lunch?" She pressed, closing the door to his office as he searched about his desk for the photocopies of the sasquatch you’d made him earlier.

There was a long and uncomfortable pause as Mulder stared at the photocopies in his hand, trying to think of a way to answer Scully’s question. At this point, he knew it was basically pointless to carry on giving her excuses; she had worked out what he’d been up to the minute she saw him. Finally, he thought of a (pathetic) reason for why he’d disappeared for nearly two hours.

"There was a queue. A long one."

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jamiedc-they-them · 2 years

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Being Enola Holmes' sibling:

You've always been the quieter one out of the two.

Your mother worked with you on that, trying to help you find ways to communicate if you didn't want to talk. She was happy to help.

You were less of a fighter than Enola was. More creatively gifted.

Still, your sister and you could - and would - communicate through only a stare or a look.

She always tried to keep you involved in what she was doing.

Your mother saw your interest in the word 'they' in books. You would refer to people like that without even thinking.

You would immediately correct yourself however as if you had made a mistake.

"Do you want to be referred to that way, Y/N?" Your mother asked. And, as much as you shook your head, she knew you better than that.

So, without thinking, your mother and your sister would. Even if you seemed to pause, or flinch at it.

As Enola and you road to the station, she would mention you to...well, the audience, "and then there is my sibling, Y/N. Which I think is a scrumptious name. However...they have been more withdrawn lately. It worries me, truth be told."

Still, your mother goes missing. It feels like a part of you is gone too. Your peace has been disturbed.

Enola, despite your protests, sticks up for you against your brothers and Miss Harrison. With both the pronouns and how they are treating you both.

When she gets slapped for her disobedience, you feel terrible.

You aren't wild children, just children who have been abandoned by your mother.

You were never one for abiding by all social rules. You made your own. You especially, it was one of the many things your sister admired about you.

You and Enola stick together. Going to the tree together. You don't need to talk, just each other's company is enough.

Your creativity comes into play as you help solve the first puzzle that your mother left behind.

"Brilliant deduction, Y/N!"

She's always been your biggest supporter.

So, off the two of you go. Breaking the rules once again, dressing how you shouldn't.

Enola sees a light in your eyes. And she couldn't be happier.

You both run into Tewksbury. He, correctly, identifies you both as not boys.

"Why isn't --"

"Arent they," Enola corrects.

"Sorry?"

"They."

"...Right. Of course, sorry. Why aren't...they, talking?"

"Maybe they don't want to waste their voice talking to someone like you," Enola says, looking at you and seeing your discomfort at this moment, and leaving with you.

However, as he said to you that people were after him, when a man passes you and enters your previous place of residence on the train, you can guess why.

You tap Enola on the shoulder, pointing back to where you were.

"No. Please, can we just move on? He's not worth it."

You shake your head, going back. Enola, always having your back, follows. Even if she doesn't like this idea.

You both help Tewksbury and run to the edge of the train.

Together, the three of you jump to escape.

Enola looks to you, first to check on you - but you are just cleaning yourself off as best you can, but also to show her exasperation at Tewksbury never shutting up.

"I wish you would be like, Y/N. Honestly."

Tewksbury, however, continues to talk. He asks you who you are, and who you actually are. Why you've run away. Where you are going.

As Enola continues to get frustrated with him, you put your eyes on the flowers and nature around you, instead.

The pair stop as they realise you aren't following them. Enola looks with a smile, while Tewksbury looks confused. You pick out a flower and put it in your shirt pocket. He tells you a bit about it, you nod, a light in your eyes as you learn more about the flower.

Then, excitedly, you jog past them, gesturing for them to follow. The pair do.

You've found a good place to camp.

Using what your mother taught you, you both set it up.

Not interested in getting to know your new traveling companion, you go to sleep first.

"Why --"

"Sh!" Enola whispers, gesturing to you.

Tewksbury nods, "why don't they talk?" he asks, more gently, this time, "and...they? It doesn't seem to fit."

"It does for them," she says, firmly, "as for the talking part, it's just never been something they've ever done."

"Don't you find that...odd?" he's not sure how to word it in a way that doesn't sound mean.

Enola, however, seems to understand it. She shrugs, "not really. It's just been who they are. I've never known them any other way, really."

"Are you not worried that...other people might see them that way?"

Enola looks to the fire, shrugging again. This time a sag to her shoulders, "I don't think the world would be that kind to me, either."

"Me neither," Tewksbury admits.

Enola looks at him with a smile, maybe he's not so bad after all.

The next day, you notice, Enola is more happy. She has a spring in her step. Finally, you all make it to London.

As you bit farwell to Tewksbury, with Enola him and having some banter about names, it's just the pair of you now.

You nudge her. She nudges you back, "shut up."

You raise your hands, before signing, "I didn't say anything."

She just chuckles, leading you both into the city.

It's...big. And scary. And loud.

You take Enola's hand and squeeze it.

She holds it the whole time, making sure you know she's with you.

You make to the clothes shop.

"Sorry," you sign to her as you enter the store, finally releasing her hand.

"It's alright," she reassures, "it's a lot for me too."

While Enola finds her clothes easily, you are more of a trouble.

You go through each one carefully, checking the fabric and colour.

Despite your mother being missing, Enola lets you take all the time you need. You got the mirror countless times, before finally settling.

"I knew you'd like that one," she says.

You get to work on the letters to try find the next hint to finding your mother. That leads you to a friend, then to a place filled with explosives and other not-so-nice things.

As Enola leaves, you are dragged back by the man from the train.

He dunks your head underwater, bringing you up and asking about Tewksbury, "not speaking, eh?" he says, shoving your head underwater again.

You wish he knew the irony.

Still, while not being as good at fighting as Enola, you get out of his grip and run. Your sister finds you, stopping you as you catch your breath, "what's wrong? what happened?"

She gets her answer as the man comes around the corner. She puts you behind her.

She goes in for the fight. As you freeze.

She gets thrown against the wall, but as she recovers, she gives you a wink. She's got this.

She gives the same to the man, before getting back into the fight.

You then look back to the warehouse. The dynamite. You can use that as...an escape. Somehow, you haven't really thought that far ahead.

As if reading your mind, Enola lures him with the fight to a different one, as you go to the other.

You light the fuse.

Then. BOOM.

With the fireworks going off, you sprint out, Enola joining you as the two of you escape.

Later, you dry yourself off as Enola sits by the fireplace, trying to repair her stabbed dress.

You sit by her, "are you ok?"

She looks to you with a smile, "I'm ok."

You nod, but your smile isn't true. You look to the fire, guilt eating up at you.

Enola looks to you after a moment of silence, "you saved us, Y/N," she says, as if reading your mind, "maybe I am," ok, it's not getting creepy, "it is."

You chuckle. You silently, but still, it's a chuckle.

"I mean it," she waits until you look at her before she continues, "you did save us. You survived him, and bought us the time we needed. You did that."

You smile a true one this time. Yes, you did.

Enola's smile grows at this.

You both agree to save Tewksbury.

The two of you continue on your investigation. Dressing up as a grieving family.

It hurts Enola to have to use the wrong pronouns with you. But, you understand it's for a cover.

Still, it reminds you of the oppressive world you live in.

You let Enola climb up the treehouse, scared of heights yourself. But also because she'd be quicker.

You meet Tewksbury Grandmother, who calls you an 'odd little thing' at you not talking, only pointing up as she asks where your sister is.

Finally, you find him selling flowers. You give him your flower. He spins it, before looking at you thankfully, knowing what it means: you're on his side. Maybe even friends.

You take him back to where you and Enola are staying, but are interrupted by Lestrade.

You and Enola hold the door back. She tells him to run --

Then she looks to you, "you too, Y/N."

You shake your head. No way. You're not leaving your sister. Your best friend.

"Please," she begs, the door once again budging, "I need you to do this for me. I need you to be safe, ok? You can trust Tewksbury. Even if he is a stupid boy," she looks to the boy who is by the window. She sends him a silent request. One he nods at.

She looks back at you one more time, "I'll be sent to a school, that's all that will happen to me. I can't have that happen to you. You need to change the world with that mind of yours, Y/N. Please, please go."

While not wanting to, you do go.

Tewksbury is...well, to be honest, he's lost.

Both in where to go now, but also how to help you.

You're crying. But your facial expression hasn't changed. It's as if, although you're moving, you're frozen in time.

"It will be ok. We'll get through this," he hopes. But even he isn't sure.

"Where...do you know of anywhere we can go?" he asks.

After all, you are both only two frightened children, on the run from god knows how many people.

It takes a bit, but you end up going back to the campsite you made when you first got off the train.

Your face has changed now, going into one of stubbornness. You nudge him, gesturing if he has something to write on. He does, bringing out a crumpled bit of paper and pen. You write on it, giving it to him. Using the firelight, he reads it: "We can't leave her. It's not in our family's blood to just leave."

"I don't mean to be rude, but it does seem to be. With your...mother and brothers," he tries to say it as gently as he can.

You, however, shake your head. He gives you the tools again, and your scribble something else down, this time more harshly.

"Well, I'm going to change that," the words say.

He looks back at you, "how?" he asks.

He sees a spark in your eye.

He knows you have a plan.

Enola gets a box. Opening it, she holds back her scream as you jump out of it.

"Y/N?" she asks, in disbelief.

You nod, doing a little 'ta-da' pose.

She hugs you, tight.

"Oh, I never thought I'd see you again!" she says, cheered up now, as you both spin.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, quietly.

"Saving you," you sign.

"Y/N...I can't leave," she says, defeated.

You tap her on the shoulder, simply pointing from the box to her.

"Oh. Oh, you genius!" She says, giving you another hug. Hurriedly, she gets in.

People who catch you dragging her out, get tired of your sign language. While it stings, it does help get them out of the way.

Once out, you escape on Miss Harrison's bike.

You all go to the estate, ready to end this.

You are, once again, ambushed by the man from the train.

Enola shoves you into cover, trying to fight the man off. She is thrown on the floor.

Looking to Tewksbury, his target, and the armour you see around you, you nudge him, pointing to it and then back to him. When he goes to question what you mean, you run out of cover, letting out a whistle, gaining the other man's attention. He fires at you, just missing.

Enola, however, sees him reloading, and uses her jujitsu move on him to take him down.

Tewksbury's grandmother then comes out with a shotgun. Before either of you can react, Tewksbury is shot, hitting the floor. Enola cries out his name as you both run to him. She has tears running down her face, you are worried, but you are also praying.

Thankfully, that time you bought Tewksbury pays off as much as it did for Enola, he had used some armour from the suits to protect himself.

"You can thank Y/N for my survival," he says, sending a thankful look your way. You give him a smile and a hand squeeze.

As Enola and you help him up, you all knock your heads together.

You're all ok.

Your mother reveals herself to you after you both say goodbye to Tewksbury.

She hugs you both, "oh, my children. How you have grown."

"Y/N saved us more times than I can count."

"I knew they would."

"It took some encouraging."

"As anything does."

You tap them both, making them turn to you, "they are right here," you sign. They chuckle but also notice how you're using your pronouns now.

After having to say goodbye to your mother again, the two of you go out into the streets of London.

"Together?" your sister asks you, holding out her hand to you.

You nod, taking her hand.

You have your sister and yourself.

You know who you are now.

Just as she does.

Because your futures are up to you.

PART 2

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ceterisparibus116 · 1 year

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Hi DD fandom, I don’t usually do this (never have, actually), but I just want to...address this post real quick. I’m NOT trying to put anyone on blast here (and if anyone sees the original post, please be kind), but as a visually impaired person, there’s a lot I want to say.

1. Logic Games

Let’s address the logic games section of the LSAT. I might be misinterpreting, but it sounds to me like OP is saying Matt would struggle with the logic games, such that even with near-perfect scores on the other sections, he’d only net a 160-ish over all.

Now to be fair to OP, the LSAT is definitely not the most accessible thing in the world. And the logic games specifically are solved, generally, by diagramming things. That’s obviously difficult if you’re blind.

However, there are workarounds. “Blind LSAT-takers have historically used tactile mats, raised-line drawing apparatuses or Excel spreadsheets to tackle Logic Games.” Source. Now, I’m not saying those accommodations are easy to get, and maybe Matt wasn’t able to get them. But it’s certainly possible that he was.

Now let’s assume he wasn’t able to get any accommodations.

Even without those accommodations, the LSAT is a skills-based exam. This is key. The LSAT doesn’t test natural ability; it tests your ability to perform specific skills. And there are only a handful of possible types of logic games. You can only see so many “arrange the people sitting in the bus,” “arrange the flowers/trees growing in a garden,” “arrange the order of songs on a playlist,” and “arrange the order of speakers and which room they’ll occupy” prompts before you start to identify the patterns. Some are harder than others, with more variables to consider, but there are not that many variants overall.

Because the LSAT is a skills-based exam, all Matt needs to do, even without accommodations, is figure out a way to organize the information in his head. Now, it’s easier to organize the information in a diagram vs in your head, but all that matters is that the information is organized. It doesn’t matter whether it’s organized on paper or mentally. So saying logic games are “easier” with diagrams than without doesn’t mean that someone who uses diagrams will always score higher than someone who doesn’t; instead, it’s a question of time. It will take Matt more time to learn the harder skill of organizing the information in his head than it would take someone else to learn the easier skill of organizing the information in a diagram. But both skills (organizing mentally vs on paper) are sufficient to get a good score on the LSAT if you just put in the time.

And given that Matt has apparently wanted to be a lawyer since childhood, I have no doubt that he put in the time to master that skill enough to get the score he knew he’d need to go to the school he wanted.

2. Matt’s Personal Statement

This is the slightly more concerning issue. Personal statements are a chance for applicants to show why, aside from LSAT scores and GPAs and letters of recommendation, they would make a good lawyer. They are not the place for a personal sob story, except for two reasons:

a) using the “sob story” to demonstrate how the individual has persevered through hardship; and

b) using the “sob story” to explain certain less-than-outstanding aspects of the application.

In other words, Matt could say: “I’m exceptionally devoted to my studies and motivated by my desire to help others in need, as proven by the fact that even blindness failed to stop me from pursuing law school, despite the fact that law is a vision-intensive profession.”

It’s also possible that Matt could try to artfully say, “My LSAT score wasn’t stellar [if that’s true, which I question, but never mind for now] but that’s only because I’m visually impaired and lacked appropriate accommodations - not because the score actually reflects any deficiency in my reading or logic skills.”

Personally, I find it much more in-character to headcanon that Matt would go the first route rather than the second.

But what is not an option (at least, not a respectable option) is for a person to use their sob story to attempt to manipulate the school into using them as a diversity poster child despite having an inadequate application.

Do some people do that? Maybe, sure. Is that an appropriate thing to do? Absolutely not. Law school, beginning with the application process, is about being a good advocate for other people - it’s not about manipulating the system so you can get a “spot” to which you are not actually entitled. And how do you become entitled to having a “spot”? By having the skills good advocacy requires.*

Ultimately, attempting to shortcut the system to accept a person who is not a good advocate (but who has a great sob story) is depriving future clients of adequate representation.

Not to be dramatic, but Matt would rather die.

*I’m not saying that the application process is the perfect measure of the skills that will make you a good lawyer. But it’s sure better than letting people in based on how compelling their sob story is rather than based on their actual relevant skills.

3. Diversity Poster Boy

Now let’s address the broader concerns with the idea of a diversity poster boy. These concerns relate to society as a whole, not to any particular headcanon or to Matt as a fictional character, so I’m stepping out of the DD world for this part of the discussion.

What happens when we talk about diversity poster kids? What happens when we talk about people using hardship (including disabilities) to get an edge over people with more privilege? What happens when we talk about institutions like law schools accepting candidates not based on their qualifications but based instead on meeting some kind of diversity quota?

The result is that when people do overcome hardship and even oppression to get a spot at the table, everyone else says, “Oh, you’re the diversity hire.” People refuse to consider that maybe you’re there on your own merits, because the first thing they see about you is your diversity, and they assume that the only way you got to where you are is via manipulation.

Think about what it’s like, as a disabled person or any person of a “diverse” background, to live with that day after day. Where every accomplishment is tainted by people whispering, “But you didn’t really earn that, did you? You just flaunted your disability.”

I hope I don’t have to spell out how exhausting that is.

Now if there is hard evidence that people who are otherwise unqualified for a position are being accepted purely to meet some kind of quota...that’s one thing. We should absolutely be talking about that, especially in the legal profession - because it doesn’t do a client any good to have a lawyer who’s “diverse” if that lawyer doesn’t know how to actually help them.

But just throwing these terms around, detached from any statistical analysis, like this is just A Thing That Happens All The Time...we need to stop. It’s not helpful or funny. It’s harmful.

So please, let’s be careful.

#rant #ableism #tw ableism #matt murdock #daredevil #please don't go bash op #that's not the intent here #but we as a fandom have to do better #legal

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No Permission Needed

📚PART 13: No Permission Needed

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⬸ [go to PART 12 "Personal Reality" ]

How can any of us know we are Operant Power, the Cause of our worlds if we do not test it? Testing it radically I mean. Remember the outer-world is a reflection of what the INNER MAN has, is and does in their own Personal Inner Reality. That is you.

So, if we wish to have radical change, let's radically change the INNER MAN. Give the INNER MAN what they want. That is, radically change your own Personal Inner Reality. Now how do we change? Through FEELING. Read Neville's words here

“Arise! Go down to the potter’s house and there I will let you hear my words. So I went down to the potter’s house and there he was working at his wheel, but the vessel in his hand which he was making of clay was spoiled, so he reworked it into another vessel as it seemed good to the potter to do,” Jere 18:2-4. He didn't discard it! So someone seems beyond repair don't discard it, TEST this power this creative power. There is nothing more wonderful in this world, nothing more creative in man than to believe a thing into existence! I can't conceive anything more wonderful than that." - Neville

He did not discard it! He reworked it into what pleased him. That is you. You are the potter within. Now notice the language Neville uses, "someone beyond repair," don't discard him or her, rework it as it seems good to you!

Test this law on those who seem beyond repair, even if you think that is yourself. That is how we know whether or not this truly works. Neville does not say, "just assume something nice here and there," but instead he says, "DARE to assume." And remember an assumption is a FEELING. So DARE to FEEL what you want. Without doing that, you remain as you are. You want people to give you respect? Then receive it ENTIRELY in Imagination first. Don't wait for someone to come along and do it. Go down to the potter's house and rework the clay. Not matter how far we think we have fallen from grace, don't discard yourself. Go WITHIN, in your own PERSONAL REALITY and change what you would like, to what pleases you.

Now a lady wrote, saying: "This dream disturbs me greatly. In the dream I entered an exquisite jewelry store, [and] picked up many items, among which was a beautiful green gem. Then I left without paying for the articles I took. On this level I would never do such a thing and cannot understand why I would do it there." My dear, you should be thrilled because you did it. On this level you are eating of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, but you are way beyond this tree, for you are now eating of the Tree of Life by fulfilling the 50th Psalm: "If I were hungry I would not tell you for the world is mine and all within it." If everything is yours, whose permission do you need to take it? As an in-current eyewitness, you do not function here save when you open your mortal eyes. In this world of Good and Evil you would never go to Tiffany's and walk out without paying for your purchases, but as the Spirit of truth, you are feasting upon the Tree of Truth and error in the world that is yours. In that world there is no need to ask permission of anyone to take anything you desire. - Neville

"Everyone who thirsts come … he who has no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine, buy milk, without money, without price.” - Isaiah 55:1

"IN THAT WORLD THERE IS NO NEED TO ASK PERMISSION…" What world is Neville speaking of? The Personal Reality within.

THE INNER MAN NEEDS NO PERMISSION! THE INNER MAN DOES NOT CARE WHETHER OR NOT IT IS POSSIBLE! So in your Personal Reality, your Mind, understand you need no permission to FEEL what you want to feel. No permission whether not it is "possible." No permission if you want to feel it deeply all the time. No permission to experience what you want. Identify yourself with the INNER MAN who is FREE to do, feel and be what they want! You can go anywhere you want and take what pleases you. It is ALL YOURS. You can never know this if you identify yourself with the outer-man, the man of limitation. The INNER MAN is infinite and can feel what he wants, whenever he wants!

But if you do not make it radical, from experience there will be little change in your mind. When you identify yourself with the INNER MAN, what you are doing is experiencing the NOW in Imagination. There is no need to wait to experience. And as Neville says, "I may not have a dime but in Imagination I have much!" But don't just apply that to money, apply that to what you WANT. We all have different desires, so find what you want, and experience it in your own Personal Inner Reality.

"My imagination puts me in touch inwardly with that state. I imagine that I am actually where I desire to be. How can I tell that I am there? There is one way to prove that I am there, for what a man sees when he describes his world is, as he describes it, relative to himself. So what the world looks like depends entirely upon where I stand when I make my observation. So, if as I describe my world it is related to that point in space I imagine that I am occupying, then I must be there. I am not there physically, no, but I AM there in my imagination, and MY IMAGINATION IS MY REAL SELF! And where I go in imagination and make it real, there I shall go in the flesh, also. When in that state I fall asleep, it is done. I have never seen it fail. So this is the simple technique upon how to use your imagination to realize your every objective. - Neville

Please pay attention to what Neville says in bold there. That is what I am trying to get across to you. "My imagination is my REAL SELF!" He and I mean that literally. I am not saying that to sound mystical. I am being as serious as I can be and I am not embarrassed by it. The INNER MAN is the REAL YOU. That is the one you need to exalt, and don't be ashamed of exalting him. Don't fear giving yourself exactly what you want in your mind. You do have control over your feelings and you will see this with practicing this art.

Here is a very healthy and productive exercise for the imagination, something that you should do daily: Daily relive the day as you wish you had lived it, revising the scenes to make them conform to your ideals. For instance, suppose today's mail brought disappointing news. Revise the letter. Mentally rewrite it and make it conform to the news you wish you had received. Or, suppose you didn't get the letter you wish you had received. Write yourself the letter and imagine that you received such a letter." - Neville

Your Personal Inner Reality is not bound by the facts of this life. In the Reality Within, you can go back in memory and change what you want. It is YOURS to change! Don't revise to what you "think you should" want but to what pleases you. When Neville is speaking about revision notice how he is telling you to do what you wish you would have like to experienced instead. That is how we revise. We change it to what is loving and pleasing to us. This Mind of yours can provide you a wonderful life or a nightmare, WE ARE THE OPERANT POWER. All the Mind asks is, "What do you want?"

"There are those who are depressed all day long and remain that way all of their life. I remember back in New York City, when I would see certain people walking in my direction I would want to cross the street, because I did not want to hear their depressing stories. They would spend hours telling about their wife or husband, their children or grandchildren, and each story geared to depression. Never changing their mood, their world never changed. Seeing no change, they would not recognize a law between the inner world they maintain and the outer world of response.

But if you apply this law you can predict your future. FEEL a new mood rise within you. Sustain it and soon you will meet people who embody this new state. Even inanimate objects are under the sway of these affinities. In a certain mood I have gone to my library and removed a book I have not touched in years. And when I casually open it, I find confirmation of my mood. A table, though remaining the same, will be seen differently based upon your momentary mood, for everything reflects it. It is your mood which decides your fortune, not your fortune that decides your mood. People feeling poor attract poverty, not knowing that if they felt rich they would attract wealth." - Neville

Never changing their Inner Reality through the medium of FEELING, they see no change in their outer-world. We do not believe this Law is real until we actually have a radical change within us. Without the radical change, we will say it was "coincidence" or it would have happened away. But when we radically change Inner Worlds and we make it conform to what we want, and we identify with the One Within who HAS the thing we desire, desire ceases and is replaced with the experience of HAVING IT. This stirs within us a mood that we want to have. Since we want this mood, sustaining it becomes easier. Sustain (simply conjuring it up again in meditation) it one day, and it becomes easier the next and next. Then it feels like a habit, which then turns into a character. That is how we change. Daily FEEL what you want to feel and experience what you want in Imagination which is your true SELF, the SELF that is reflected in front of you.

Now, in order to play the game of life, you must know what you want to replace what you have. When you know what it is, you must assume the feeling that you have it. Although your reason and senses will deny its existence, persistence will cause your assumption to harden into fact and objectify itself upon your screen of space. Play the game this way. You may think it doesn't work, but that's because you have not tried it. You may believe the idea is stupid, but I tell you: the mood decides your fortune. Believe me, for I have proved this principle over and over again in my life. - Neville

I use my fear to simply show me what I want, I stopped fearing fear. Once I accepted that I am doing it all within me, I was given the power to redeem my world WITHIN ME! I changed what was unlovely to lovely. I raised those up who I saw down on, I am and continue to be the Savior in my own mind. Then I started to see a change. But I did not wait to do it! I did it NOW. This is the best time to start, right now. Raise everyone up and yourself, give yourself all what you want.

If I only had 10 seconds to give you advice I would say this:

Do not be afraid to give yourself the greatest feelings and imaginings.

[go to PART 14, "The God Of The World Of Imagination!" ] ⤑

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Hello there ^^

Are your requests still open ? If yes I’d like to request a character x reader scenario or headcanons (which ever is better for you) for Dimitri and Claude (separately pls) with a female or gender neutral reader (not Byleth) who is asexual ?(When someone identifies as asexual that means that they don’t feel any sexual attraction towards any gender)

Scenario for orientation/inspiration : They just confessed to each other, but the reader wants them to know that they’re asexual before they get official, since it can be a potential dealbreaker. So the reader tells them that they don’t plan on ever having s”x with them, will also not do any compromises (not even for children/heirs) and tells them that they should search for another partner if they’re not happy/accept it, since the reader will not step over their boundaries for a partner or their partners pleasure.

If you don’t want to write both, then please just for Claude. I hope you are well and have a great day/night ^^

Happy Thursday, my lovely! I finally got some free time to put my writing into an online sheet, so you can imagine this work has been crafted over the course of several weeks. I'm going to attempt to post much more often (as I have wanted to for so long now), but life happens and I tend to be busy.

In any case, I hope you enjoy this work despite my tardiness. Have a wonderful weekend.

To everyone, please feel free to fill my inbox! My rules are pinned to the top of my blog, so request as much as you'd like after reading those!

The story will be continued under the cut.

“What are you doing out here so late?”

You whipped your head around in shock, getting a good look at the man that had snuck up on you.

“Goodness, Dimitri,” you sighed, placing a hand over your chest in an attempt to quell your racing heartbeat, “a little more warning next time? You almost scared me right off the bridge!”

The moon shone high in the sky, illuminating the bridge to Garreg Mach’s cathedral in a faint, white glow. You found yourself stopped at the center of it, taking in the way the trees created long shadows in the night.

But now your eyes were trained on the new King of Fodlan. His appearance here, in the middle of the night, ran almost too coincidental with where your thoughts had been headed.

“Ah, my apologies,” he returned with a chuckle, “You never did answer my question, though.”

At this, you ducked your head, “I…just…”

How were you meant to communicate the reason without scaring him off? You were hopeful, yet fear engulfed you. That was why you were here tonight. You wanted to sort out your feelings…about him.

“Was that…too intrusive? I do not mean to bother you.”

You wished you could find the courage to speak, or even just to look at him.

“Perhaps I ought to leave you here, for tonight. Know that I am here to talk if you wish.”

Hearing him shift to move finally prompted you to return his gaze, “No, that’s not what I want. It’s just…hard for me to find the words. The easiest way to put it would be to say that my thoughts were keeping me from sleep. I figured a walk might help me work through some things, but I’ve had no such luck, so far.”

“I see,” he nodded once, stepping forward to your side, staring out at the view that had held your attention for so long tonight. “I could say I came out here for a similar reason, myself.”

You kept your eyes on him, “If you wouldn’t mind sharing, may I ask what it is that has kept you up so late?”

He turned to you slowly, his face turning darker, “I suppose you will find out, eventually. I might as well tell you now.”

“Oh, well, if I’m going to find out anyway, there’s no reason for you to say it.”

Perhaps it was some plan or strategy for the Kingdom to rebuild, you reasoned.

“You can deliver the news to me alongside everyone else.”

Dimitri gave a light chuckle, “No, I’m afraid that wouldn’t be proper.”

Propriety? You wondered. There must be another matter on his mind, then.

Lightly, the blond reached out for your left hand, placing it in his own and bringing it to his lips. The action made your eyes widen and your heart skip a beat.

“Dimitri…”

“I believe I have fallen in love with you.”

Involuntarily, you took a step back.

You weren’t ready for this conversation, yet. That was part of the real reason you came out here. Yes, you were in love with Dimitri, but things weren’t that simple. You loved yourself, too, and you would never betray yourself. Not even for the love of another.

In truth, it was your love for him that made you hesitate. You weren’t interested in…copulation…but for stability reasons, Fodlan’s throne would need an heir. Seeing how the Kingdom had taken over Fodlan, it would be safest to keep the rule within the current royal bloodline. Namely, Dimitri’s.

That wasn’t even considering his crest. The crest of Blaiddyd had been a symbol of great power for generations. How selfish would it be for you to cause its end all because you weren’t interested in sex?

So, though you loved Dimitri, you weren’t planning on ever making your feelings known to him. The world would be better off with the two of you apart.

And yet you had found yourself coming here for a walk, anyway. You had questioned whether or not to ruin everything if only to save your bleeding heart.

And somehow, you wound up in this position; Dimitri coming to you with his heart in his hands while all you could do was step back.

Selfish and selfless. A fool all the same.

“...I see…” the royal waivered, lowering your hand, “Forgive me, I believe I have read all this terribly wrong.”

Say something, you idiot! Don’t let it end like this!

“I can’t.”

He stopped himself just before releasing your hand.

“...what?”

“I want to say it back. Truly, I do,” you began to explain softly, “but, thinking of the future, I know that I could never.”

“Why not?” he questioned, stepping in towards you, “Is there something wrong with me? Are you unable to forgive the sins of my past?”

He looked down to the side, “If that is the case, I do not blame you.”

“No, that isn’t what I meant at all!”

“You are a noble, so that cannot be what you are worried about. You are kind, beautiful, compassionate, patient…no doubt the people would love you.”

“Please, stop,” you begged under your breath, shutting your eyes.

Dimitri lifted your hand once more, grasping it in both of his own, this time, “You would make a wonderful mother. I have always dreamt of having a large fami-”

“That!” you almost sobbed, pulling your hand out of his. Even just hearing him say such things made your head spin and your stomach swirl, “That is the reason I cannot…we cannot…”

“You…do not wish to have a family?”

Why is this so hard? I wish it didn’t have to be this hard.

“I don’t want to…to have sex.”

“But…”

“Please, don’t try to change my mind,” your eyes met his, “If I thought I could manage it, even just for an heir, I would have done so in a heartbeat for you. But I have thought about it, and I have tried to change my mind.”

Your arms wrapped around yourself. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and your throat was beginning to tighten, “I love you, Dimitri. I love you so much that it hurts, but I just…I can’t do that. I could never betray myself.”

For a moment, there was nothing. You closed your eyes, and a droplet made its way from the corner of your eye down your cheek.

Suddenly, your tears were being wiped away. Dimitri had taken off his gloves and was cupping your face with his hands. His thumb swiped under your eyes, and the prince let his forehead rest against yours.

“That is all I would ask of you. Just knowing that you return my feelings is enough,” his eyes never left yours, “I love you. Not for what you can or cannot do, but because of who you are. We can work together to find the solution for that issue, but know that you are worth so much more than your desire to have children.”

He made you feel so foolish for even worrying. Of course you could work it out together. So long as you had one another, the rest could fall into place.

Separating his forehead from yours, Dimitri wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. Though his armor was cold and unforgiving, his hands were warm. Kind, just as you had known them to be.

No matter what would happen next, you would always have Dimitri. He was all you needed to trust that everything would turn out for the best.

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“So, this is where you ran off to?”

“Woah! Who-?” your heart practically leapt into your throat as you spun around, quickly backing into the railing.

Claude laughed, though his gaze darted between you and the railing for a moment.

“Hey, take it easy! I just didn’t think you were the type to come to the Goddess Tower when you’re worried, is all. Don’t, uh…don’t throw yourself over the railing about it.”

Your eyes widened further than they had already once you realized how dangerous that could have been.

“Oh my-!” swiftly, you put distance between yourself and the rail. “N-No! That wasn’t my intention at all!”

A bit of tension left the royal’s body, at that. The release was visible.

“Good.”

A sigh turned into a breathy laugh from Claude, “Seriously, don’t scare me like that. I don’t know what I would have done if that encounter went differently.”

Like this, you could see just how shaken your leader actually was. It seemed to have quite the impact on you, too.

“Well…don’t follow people into towers only to scare them at the top! You scared me!”

“Okay, okay! It’s my fault, I’m sorry. Can we just…move past this now?”

You nodded, and a beat of silence passed between the two of you.

“...how did you know I was worried?”

“Intuition,” the wyvern rider smirked. “Come on, you don’t really think I see you as the type to ditch an informal celebration, right? One in your honor, no less?”

“It’s for all the Golden Deer, not just me.”

“I’m not hearing any argument on that first part.”

You paused, clenching your teeth behind your closed lips the slightest amount and looking to the side.

“Yeah, not really helping your case, there. You know you can trust me with anything, don’t you?”

He looked so lucid, and yet…timid? Sheepish?

…Afraid…?

Well, so were you.

“It’s…my mother. I just needed to get away from everyone; I didn’t want to ruin the celebration by forcing everyone to put up with me when…my heart really isn’t in it.”

“Oh,” that strange emotion from before left his eyes. Almost like he was…disappointed? “Is she sick?”

“That’s not it,” you turned away from him a little, shifting in the same direction as your gaze. “She sent me a letter. Now that the war is over, she’s going to force me to get married.”

Claude’s expression grew pensive, “...To force you…Do you not want to get married at all?”

You looked at him, then, “No…yes?” you took a breath, trying to start over, “It’s, um…I…”

“Take your time. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

He says that, but he seems to be more interested in this topic than the last…

Glancing aside again, you took a breath and released it.

“I’m afraid. I’m completely fine with marriage, but I can’t…” another deep breath as you lowered your voice, “I refuse to have children. Even the thought of sex makes me sick. Of course, there’s the matter of promising to spend my life with a stranger or someone I don’t love…though I wouldn’t hesitate to do that if it meant…”

Your eyes found Claude’s, only to see his expression frozen in what you believed was shock.

“Ah,” you recoiled slightly, “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have unloaded all that on you!” You blushed more than you knew capable, ducking your head out of his sight and covering your face with your hands, for good measure, “Just…forget I even said anything!”

“No, you’re completely fine! I’m just surprised this is the first time I’ve heard about any of this!” he reassured you, “I was just thinking,”

Well, that could have gone worse, at least.

“Let me get this straight,” you calmed yourself down enough to look at your house leader, noticing that expression from before returning to his face. “You would rather marry a complete stranger than someone you loved, just so long as you knew you wouldn’t have to have sex with them?”

You nodded, afraid he was judging you.

Instead, Claude let out a breath of air through his nose, “In that case, I think I have a solution to both of those problems.”

He crossed the short distance between you, taking both your hands in his own and lifting them before you could process what was happening.

“Marry me.”

“-! Claude…” you breathed.

“I love you. I love you enough to respect your boundaries because what matters to me is that I get to spend my life at your side. The thought of you marrying some stranger just to be true to yourself…Even if you don’t love me-”

“I do!” you cried, beginning to tear up. “I do love you, Claude, this is just…I didn’t want to force any of this onto you. A lot of people see this sort of thing as a deal-breaker, and I…I couldn’t do that to you-!”

Claude let go of your hands, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. He felt you shake as you took a breath, tears now flowing freely from your eyes.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I love you, just like this.”

Your tears came even faster as you outright sobbed into his chest. Not even your own mother had said such words to you. At home, you were more of a nuisance than a noble; a pawn that was reluctant to be played.

Pulling away slightly, you wiped your eyes and looked into Claude’s green ones.

“I…I have to be sure. You’re really okay with spending your entire life with me without…a-and you won’t with anyone else, either? Is that really what you choose?”

The Almyran King chuckled, “Well, I can’t say it’s a path I anticipated for myself, but I can’t say I anticipated you having this preference, either.” He smiled at you, “It just goes to show I have so much more to look forward to learning about you, and I can’t imagine letting anyone else get ahead of me, there,” Claude winked.

You didn’t move, waiting.

“Just like I said, though, a large part of my happiness comes from being near you. There’s no way I’m giving any part of it up just so I can bed someone each night. You’re the one I fell in love with, not your body or what you could have offered in the bedroom.”

Finally, you sighed and felt something in your chest relax.

“Don’t get me wrong, though! I still expect you to have a pillow and a blanket waiting in there! This isn’t gonna work if I wake up with my back stiff each morning.”

Giggling, you stepped back into him, the two of you holding one another with silly grins on your faces.

The future looked brighter with someone who loved you at your side.

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