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kitchfit · 5 months

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Year in Review: Games pt 2

Back to Bildeo Bames! After finishing my big Kingdom Hearts binge, I told myself to cut back on gaming for a while until Tears of the Kingdom came out. That was a huge lie! I love deception and falsehoods :D

Psychonauts

The idea of going inside someone's head to discover an entire universe created from their thoughts and memories has always been a fascinating one for me. I spent a lot of time as a kid imagining what my own or my friends' brain-world would look like and how you might navigate it. So imagine my surprise when I found an entire 3D platformer based around that concept. And for $5 on sale, no less! This had been a cult classic for a long time, but the recent sequel I still need to play elevated it to a higher place in the social conscience.

You play as Raz, a young kid who crashed a training camp in order to become a Psychonaut, people who covertly enter other's minds to extract secrets for the government. At least that's the idea, Raz ends up using his training to help his mind-victims work through their insecurities and psychoses in order to improve their mental health, first focusing on people in his camp, and then on clients in the nearby insane asylum. This isn't just out of a heroic desire to help others, but the easiest way Raz has to save his new camp friends, whose brains have all been cartoonishly sucked out of their ears and placed into jars. This world is so goofy and fun and the premise allows for endless creativity with settings and like. You can write a whole essay on any one of these levels. Damn I need to play the sequel.

The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog

I like Sonic quite a bit. The characters are so expressive and fun and the world is similarly wacky and cool. The lore is an odd mix of typical video-game nonsense and genuinely fascinating tragic backstories. I loved the Sonic X show and Sonic Underground but like. The games... Okay the games are fun, but there's always one thing that ends up giving me a huge headache. Usually the Chaos emeralds. Eventually I'll go back and play through the Origin games and meet the games on their terms, but in the meantime this is the perfect Sonic game for me.

It's just a three hour visual novel written in the style of a murder mystery! It's so cute! Sonic is dead! You spend most of the game as Barry the Quokka, who's name is actually Kitch, a dorky dude in charge of catering on the murder mystery train, thrust suddenly into Amy Rose's birthday party on a quest to figure out the culprit who fake murdered our best blue boy. The game is full of so many adorable designs, fun characterization, and goofy plot tangents that its clear Sega just gave a group of Sonic fans free reign to go crazy over an official project. If you get bored of the visual novel part, its interspersed with random isometric Sonic levels you can plow through pretty quickly. I had a pretty good time with all of it.

Sonic Adventure: DX

In fact I had such a good time with The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog that I jumped immediately into an actual Sonic game. This was Sonic's first real jump into 3D, and I was always led to believe that jump missed the platform and tumbled into badly rendered, inanimate water. This isn't true! The voice acting is pretty bad at times and the animation gets wonky in places, but like. I am a Kingdom Hearts fan. These are not negatives. It also splits a singular story into multiple perspectives, so you discover more context for what's happening the more characters you play as. That doesn't mean the story is amazing or anything, but the effort is commendable and I love when stories do this.

Each character sits in a different genre of game as well. Sonic himself translates his 2D gameplay pretty well into a 3D setting, which is what most people reference when talking about this game. Tails is more of a direct racing game where you can basically skip most of any level due to the fact he can fly. Knuckles is a treasure hunting game focused on exploration. Amy is a survival horror game where you beat the shit out of robotic pyramid head at the end, and Big the Cat is a fishing game that's pretty fun after you tear all of your hair out. The last story, Gamma, is a rail shooter about one of Eggman's robots developing a conscience after learning it is being powered by a small tormented bird, before going on a rampage against its robotic brethren and self-destructing, freeing them all from Eggman's control. It's surprisingly... pointiate? powniant? *checks watch* poignant dammit. I have an English degree. Anyways robot stories like this always get to me for some reason.

Pokemon Infinite Fusion

There are a few communities where the amount of effort that can go into amateur fan content astounds me. The Pokemon fanbase is one of those communities. Romhacks have been popular in this community for a long time, many of them matching or exceeding some of the professionally made mainline titles, in my opinion, at least. Pokemon Infinite Fusion approaches that line with just the shear volume of fan content present in this game.

Any Pokemon of any stage can be "fused" with another to create a new design. Their typing and stats depend on a fairly simple algorithm, but the designs themselves are created by hundreds of incredibly talented independent artists you can find credited in the Pokedex. You can even import your own design if you wish! Obviously, with the amount of possible combinations, not all of them are artist-created, most procedurally generated, but there are just so many that it boggles my mind. Here are a few of my favorites

[Image I.D. Fusion of Mawile and Electavire created by Sadfrog, it has jumper cables in place of its giant mouths]

[Image I.D. fusion of Cofagrigus and Weavile that resembles Midna from the Zelda series created by King Peggy]

[Image I.D. fusion of Charizard and Aerodactyl created by artist Beespoon]

The game itself is a decent remake of Firered and Leafgreen with a significant post game. I have a couple issues, such as the credits being kind of vague and buried, and the gameplay being glitchy in certain areas, but this game is still being updated, so I'm excited to see what else it will offer in the future.

The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

Ocarina of Time is the quintessential Zelda game, Breath of the Wild reinvented the franchise, but this is my first and favorite Zelda game. When I think of Zelda I think of this Hyrule's landscape, this Link's journey. I can talk at length about the perfect structure of this game, the dungeon layouts, the visuals' mix of quirky and grimdark, the fun boss designs, but I can't deny its all washed in nostalgia.

The story is about two people with the rest of their life apparent ahead of them, both cursed and disfigured beyond their imagination and forced into a role they could have never predicted. People say Midna is the greatest "helper" in the franchise, but really she's the hero right alongside our main boy. This isn't Link's story, its both of theirs. And at the end, neither of them can truly return to what they used to be; the curse is dispelled, but the change remains. For Midna this means sacrificing her closest relationship for the good of her kingdom, and for Link this means leaving the town he knew as home. Maybe he's looking for a way to find Midna, maybe he's off on a new, dangerous adventure, maybe he wants to do motion-controlled sharpshooting on Nintendo's cool new console. Regardless of his goal, his adventure changed him in a way that he can no longer live comfortably in the life he grew up in. So he leaves.

The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword HD

When this game came out, the biggest complaint about it were the broken motion-controls. Personally, they always worked fine for me, but I'm glad the switch remake added a new control scheme to make the experience more accessible. Now more people can complain about the actual game rather than the controls! Honestly never really understood why this game was so polarizing, the only big problem I had with the original was Fi's constant interruptions (which were toned down in this version), but Navi did that shit way more frequently and no one marked that as an abject flaw. It's a damn good 3D Zelda with excellent dungeons and a really compelling conflict.

This version of Link and Zelda are one of the only overtly romantic iterations of these characters. A classic childhood friends to lovers dynamic. Zelda is on her quest to restore the power of the goddess and Link is set on supporting her, no matter how painful it might be for him. A cool detail I love in this game is after Zelda seals herself up in the Orange Sap of Eternal Agony or whatever, the lines on Link's face notably lengthen and darken.

[Image I.D. Link at the beginning of Skyward Sword. The lines under his eyes are visible, but indistinct]

[Image I.D. Link towards the end of Skyward Sword, the lines under his eyes are deeper and more apparent.]

It's as if the trauma of his journey has physically aged him. Idk maybe its just a lighting thing I'm reading too far into. I'm glad this Link and Zelda get a happy ending. My only complaint nowadays is learning Nintendo almost made a "hero mode" style extra game where you play through Zelda's adventure! And they took it out! Cowards! You get glimpses of what it would be like in the end credits, like they're taunting you.

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Breath of the Wild might be my favorite game to just exist in. Every inch of Hyrule is so thoroughly laid out; the environments are gorgeous, the movement is fun, there's always something in the distance worth checking out, and the towns are so heavily detailed. You can spend hours even after completing the game 100% just driving around the landscape or studying the textures and wall decor in Kakariko to find some hidden piece of storytelling. In that regard, excited to say the Tears of the Kingdom is the perfect sequel.

I was concerned when it was revealed we were exploring the same Hyrule's map, just a few years later, but they changed things up so thoroughly, exploring the same area doesn't feel like retreading old ground, but seeing how the area evolved. It's familiar, rather than identical. Not only that, but there are now two entirely new maps situated above and below the old one, each with a new, invigorating aesthetic that are so fun and exciting to travel through. Go to the Sky for some awesome Agoraphobia, or travel to the Depths for some cooky Claustrophobia. You will never know how badly I spelled claustrophobia at first.

The story is nowhere near as elegantly written as BotW, and that's fine, it's a sequel, it only needs to add on to the original, and it brought it me Tears (HAH) for entirely different reasons that BotW. The dragon's tears sidequest had genuinely shocked me with the order I collected them, and the endgame boss sequence was just so incredibly peak. On the lore side of things, and how it connects to the larger mythos, this game makes me want to strangle someone, but this is Zelda, I would not have it any other way. Mechanically, I'm never one to push a game to its absolute limit, but this game has so many tools intended for the player to do exactly that, and I'm excited to see what other people come up with.

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Recently, as of writing this, the Youtuber Any Austin put out a video analyzing the woodworking of TotK and BotW, and it might sound goofy, but it got me pumped to return to it in the near future, to just exist in Hyrule for a while longer.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Red Rescue Team Pt 1

This is the first title I'm granting the "pt 1" moniker. Some games have a definitive ending, and then a post-game epilogue that is an entirely new story that I might finish next year. This is a childhood favorite of mine I'm revisiting. The mystery dungeon games have this insane hold over my psyche and always wrench an emotion out of me like no other Pokemon games can. While that didn't change time around, I realized I had a great deal of nostalgia blindness over its story. It's not bad at all, but it plays into a lot of generic adventure story tropes while I remembered it being more unique. In truth, this game was actually my introduction to a lot of those tropes and archetypes, and it pulls them off very well. It occasionally moves into some insane territory, like your cute Pokemon guys are hunted down by a lynch mob at one point.

This game also established a lot of Pokemon identities in my head, and are the reason Mons like Ninetales and Gardevoir are some of my favorites. Its such a comfortable game to go back to, but it will always be outshined by its successor, in my opinion.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Skies Pt. 1

No, I didn't misspell that. This is a fanmade improvement hack that adds some quality of life adjustments, like shortcuts for all of your moves, and a bunch of new story sidequests. Most of the story elements are relegated to the post game, so my playthrough was more or less identical to the original. That being said, this is one of my favorite games of all time. The reason I remembered Red Rescue team as having a more in-depth story is because of this game. Upon my umpteenth playthrough of this I can confirm that it is not (just) nostalgia blindness, this is still one of the best video game stories I have ever experienced. You can withdraw all of the elements that make it a Pokemon game and you are still left with a really well written, emotionally driven science fiction story. Wigglytuff and Chatot aren't even Pokemon to me. They're just the chaotic gay couple from this game.

The gameplay is mostly unchanged from the first, with the addition of the lovable 4th generation freaks. The change of focus from rescuing Pokemon to exploring new areas and finding treasure always hooked me and spurred on my imagination as a kid, it captures the sense of wonder really well.

Link to hack: https://hacks.skytemple.org/h/skies

Pikmin

This is probably my most replayed game ever. It's a pretty short game, if you know what you're doing. There was a point where I had the map so consistently memorized I could do a playthrough in my head, lmao. Take that Miyamoto. I pirated your game through MY MIND. YOU WOULDN'T DOWNLOAD A MEMORY.

There's still something magical about the atmosphere in this game that I don't think any of the sequels quite matched. Something about music; the mystery; the sound design; the isolation. It's just one man forced to make friends with these adorable alien freaks to ensure both of their survival. Later entries would focus on the intrigue of exploring what seems to be the ruins of human society from an ants perspective, which has its own appeal, but this game feels most genuinely alien and hostile in the way nature can be, in a beautiful way. I also played this with gamecube controls for the first time in my life man fuck the gamecube controls.

Pikmin 2 pt 1

This game has come under fire in recent years, which I think is goofy as all hell. I heard people call it "the black sheep" of the Pikmin series back when there were only three sheep! And a pygmy goat on the 3DS, I guess. I understand a lot of the criticisms, but this was a dream come true when I first picked it up as a kid. Now you have an endless amount of time to explore the Pikmin Planet to your leisure! You have another dude (he sucks so much I love him)! More little freaks to follow you around! Even more big freaks who want to kill you! I love freaks. I don't know how much time I spent studying through the Piklopedia to understand the wider ecology of this viddy game. It solidified the character of Olimar in my head even moreso than the original.

People hate the caves, (or hated?) but I think that's just because it wasn't like Pikmin 1. There's something to be said about the generic aesthetics dulling down the personality of these dungeons, but it always felt like a suitable expansion of this world. They're bugs! Tons of bugs live underground! Of course that's where they're all hiding. Because of the endless time limit, they did ramp up the difficulty on some of these caves to the bullshit level, which made me want to move on once I paid off the debt. Sorry Louie! I know you like it down there anyways. With the other freaks.

Pikmin 3

I never owned a Wii U, so this game coming out at the peak of my Pikmin hyper fixation was agonizing. I staved off the insanity of not being able to play it by scrolling the fanwiki articles for every new creature it introduced and rewatching the trailer demo over and over again? Huh, I really did that. Finally being able to play it on the switch is fantastic, and I don't have to deal with that stupid gamepad. Sorry, really cool bulky controller with a tiny screen you can't see shit on.

This game is so beautiful. It almost retains the majesty of discovery that the original had. I understand why people often refer to it as the true sequel. It works to strike a balance between the tight survival gameplay of 1 and the explorative aspect of 2 by having your day count tied to the amount of resources you can gather within a day, which also allows the plot to manufacture genuine anxiety when a certain asshole steals all your shit. All that time you spent gathering a buffer against certain starvation for your dudes was worthless unless you can get it back. You can actually lose the game at this point if you aren't on top of things.

I like all the new dudes. They all fit within the pre-established universe very well and contrast nicely against the original trilogy of dudes by being nice and actually liking each other. You just feel bad that Olimar hasn't been living it up with these cool cats all this time, and is instead tormented by his asshole coworkers every waking moment of his life on PNF 404. All three of the coolcats also get original Piklopedia entries from different professional perspectives. All together we get an amateur biologist (Olimar), a cook (Louie), an engineer (Alph), a botanist (Brittany), and a tactician (Charlie). Most of Charlie's are just "can I take this bug in 1v1" and I love him for that.

Cutting this off here for now. Remember how I said I love deceptions? That also went for writing this in a timely fashion. Oh well, one person's Monday night is another's Friday morning. That's how timezones work, I think. Going back to movies next Monday. I don't watch a lot of movies overall, but I have a lot to go through.

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ktenvs3000w24 · 3 months

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Mistaken Point

The prompting for this week’s blog post involves reflecting on the following quote.

There is no peculiar merit in ancient things, but there is merit in integrity, and integrity entails the keeping together of the parts of any whole, and if these parts are scattered throughout time, then the maintenance of integrity entails a knowledge, a memory, of ancient things. …. To think, feel or act as though the past is done with, is equivalent to believing that a railway station through which our train has just passed, only existed for as long as our train was in it.

(Edward Hyams, Chapter 7, The Gifts of Interpretation)

What I believe Hyams was referring to with this quote is not that ancient things do not hold value, but that they are only valuable in context. This made me consider a visit to the UNESCO World Heritage site at Mistaken Point in Newfoundland and the implications of historical and scientific context.

Trail to Mistake Point UNESCO World Heritage Site, photo by author. To get to the Mistaken Point UNESCO site one follows a long and winding road from the Edge of the Avalon Interpretive Centre in Portugal Cove South. At the interpretive centre we were assigned a guide, paid our fees and given a pair of socks to wear. The socks they said were for when we got to the fossil site. We park at a small dusty parking lot where there are outhouses. It doesn’t really look like much, though the scenery is beautiful in the rugged coastal way that Newfoundland is known for. There are small streams that trickle under the dirt road, grassy knolls all around, and you can see the ocean. If you are lucky, like the day we visited - the sun will be shining and whales will play in the bay as you walk the trail to the fossil site. I say lucky because Mistaken Point gets its name from the fact that, in bad weather (which is often), sailors can confuse Mistaken Point for nearby Cape Race. The sailors would turn north, expecting to find Cape Race Harbour, but would instead run into rocks. This repeated mistake led to 94 shipwrecks between 1864 and 1904. (Groat, 2019)

Fossil bed site at Mistake Point, photo by author. The rocky shores are made up of large flat pans of rocks, they are fun to climb and jump on. Within the tilted and cleaved sequence of mudstones and sandstones are fossils of the oldest, large, complex life-forms found anywhere on Earth. Known to scientists as the Ediacara biota, these creatures lived from 580 to 541 million years ago, when all life was in the sea. (Government of Newfoundland and Labrador [Gov NL], 2024). When we got to the site after a 3km hike, we were asked to take off our shoes, put on the provided socks. We were allowed to walk on the rocks where the fossils were, we were even allowed to touch them. It was incredible to feel the impressions of creatures that lived before animals had evolved to develop skeletons.

Close Up fossils at the Mistaken Point site, photo by author.

What makes me consider Hyams is that these incredible fossil beds of Mistaken Point were known to local hunters and residents of nearby communities in the 20th century. It is said that children playing on the exposed beds would comment on the ‘flowers in the rocks’. (Gov NL, 2024) The tour guide told us that folks used to picnic on top of the site without knowing what the impressions were. These fossils were not scientifically appreciated until in 1967, when Shiva Balak Misra, with his field assistant Paul Thompson, were mapping Precambrian rocks along the coastline, discovered the fossil beds and realized their enormous significance. This was the first record of an Ediacara-type fauna from the Western Hemisphere. (Gov NL, 2024) It took another two decades before the Newfoundland government protected the site in 1987 (Groat, 2019) and another three decades after that before in 2016 the site was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site. (Gov NL, 2024)

Without context, knowledge, history of these fossils they would be little more than pretty rocks on a shoreline.

Whale sighting on the day of the hike, photo by author.

References: Government of Newfoundland and Labrador. (2024). Mistaken Point Ecological Reserve and UNESCO World Heritage Site. Retrieved on February 14, 2024 from https://www.gov.nl.ca/ecc/natural-areas/wer/r-mpe/

Groat, C. (2019, October, 16). Mistaken Point. The Canadian Encyclopedia. Retrieved on February 14, 2024 from https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/mistaken-point

#ENVS3000 #ecology #mistakenpoint #unesco

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withgreatpowercomesmyfuckingdick · 6 months

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The Red Sea Official Summary:

He was never a man made to tread water. All his love is dead. This is what it is to soar on burning wings.

Beautiful in the flight of a fall; the prophecy is his, and all will witness the fire of rebirth.

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“You’re a silver tongued, jackboot thug with

White skin but you’re no white dove and you’re

Scared of us cause we show you love till there’s

None of us left to love you”

-White Dove by Koda

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Top Three Songs:

the last beautiful thing I saw blinded me- Paris Paloma

Daffodil- Florence + The Machine

The Calling- The Amazing Devil

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Sound tags and genres:

fast, destructive, folk/acoustic, indie, unstable, regretful, mourning, angry, vengeful, self-righteous

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Click here for the prelude: The Halves That Left the Hole.

Read more if you’d like the creator’s ramblings on certain song choices and their headcanon of Genesis’ character in relation to their own fanfic. Or don’t. It certainly isn’t necessary to the enjoyment of the playlist.

Disclaimer: This explanation/analysis/headcanon is written with a romantic Angeal/Genesis context, and while this playlist isn’t central to that, that headcanon has a huge effect on the interpretation. So. Not into that? This may not be for you, my friend. Into that? You’ve come to the right place my friend.

(Fun fact: the most repeated keys in this playlist’s songs are A and G. So. Do with that what you will.)

Genesis’ degradation has always been something that fascinates me from a heavily fanon perspective. I actually don’t think his degradation was characterized enough in the canon, but I also don’t think degradation is developed enough in general, but that’s opening another can of worms I won’t rant on today.

Henceforth, almost all of the following is fanon in its specifics but canon in its events, if that makes sense. I had a lot of fun with this and, even if you don’t read the whole of this, I hope you enjoy the playlist. Key phrases and songs are in red should you be looking for highlights rather than an extended read.

My top favorite is "the last beautiful thing I saw is the thing that blinded me" because 1. I am a slut for Paris Paloma and 2. it suits Genesis in a sad away. FF7 is established to be a very large reference to the Bible in several ways and has several parallels, but Genesis is the most obvious one. Paris makes several allusions to Christianic purity, like a dove that when she attempts to 'help' is revealed to have been a 'creature of ash' and was bound and left to die. The event of blinding is also committed under a church's arch, and I find it comparable to Genesis' story in a way.

Just like anyone else, he looked up to a greater purpose to excuse the things he had to do for Shinra, only to discover they concealed his origin from him. He ends up manipulated and led about blindly, both by Hollander and Jenova. There's a certain sound to the song that's both hopeful and dreadful. By the end it feels like you're folding in on yourself, timid and sightless. But Genesis isn’t the type to dwell on his suffering for long, I think. No, he keeps it, but he weaponizes it. He turns the dread and fear into anger. He turns to anger to flame. He burns.

Who can do what Genesis did without doubts? I don’t think you can. I think Genesis had doubts but was overruled by his instinct for survival and his fascination with the fulfillment of LOVELESS, both of which were turned to sick perversions of their origins thanks to Jenova’s influence.

That’s why “The Calling” follows as the second song. It’s a reminiscent song, but not in the way of longing for what was. It has more of the feeling of, ‘think of this one last time then let it go.’ The lyrics of this song are easily the most visceral on the playlist in my opinion. I think Genesis had another flash of regret and dread at what he had done and what he planned to do, but Jenova overtook it with the lure of his calling, his prophecy. Somewhere beneath it all I think he might’ve known there was something wrong, that the things he was doing went against what he stood for, but he became too enraptured in his acts to entertain those quieter emotions.

He gives himself over to the anger and longing for retribution, and the forever present chase of divinity and salvation. Jenova feeds that until it's uncontrollable. And that's the rest of the playlist.

“Daffodil” is a close second for my favorite because of it’s deeper meaning. The scientific name of daffodils is “Narcissus,” as in the Greek myth of a man so entranced by his reflection in a pool that he died looking at himself. The root of the word “narcissism.” The chorus of the song says ends in “Saw the future in the face of a/Daffodil.” Genesis reaches this point where everything revolves around him and I think this borderline narcissism is inflated by Angeal’s death. Hence why “Daffodil” is situated after “Heavy In Your Arms,” where Genesis becomes aware he is too much for Angeal and that his oldest lover is going to let him go.

I chased a sound that was both haunting and hypnotizing, with accents of insanity and desperation, because Genesis hit a point where that was all he was. “In Dreams” has a scattered and frantic tempo that I think reflects that very well, “World on Fire” is definitely haunting in its echoing strings and repetitive lyrics, and “Rule #5- John Picard” mixes deep cello and tight violin into a sound unstable but beautiful.

He’s such an interesting example of degradation to me because at first, it started with rebellion. He at least tried to give the impression of righteousness and liberation, and his love for Angeal sticks around the longest because he's had it the longest, but over time even that sours into this perversion of his true feelings and thoughts. He’s obsessed with the prophecy of LOVELESS, his rendition, to the point that his cloning and murder is just a means to an end.

Then he’s humbled so thoroughly he’s thrown into the baser instinct of all that lives: survival at all costs. He still demonstrates some aspects of his personality but he commits acts that his true self would balk at, demonstrating how Jenova can exacerbate any emotion, even and especially despair.

“Icarus” is the only instrumental, albeit with some operatic vocals, and is purposefully placed at the end of the playlist. It sounds like watching an angel lose its wings and I believe it suits Genesis losing sight of himself and his own ideals perfectly. He devolves into a creature staring at its own demise, watching the ground approach. Yet he flaps and thrashes his wings in vain.

His fall is graceful and coated in black feathers and ash. There’s a certain tragedy in how he was manipulated to turn his back on the very people he fought for and was led to, ultimately, become self-absorbed. I tried to reflect that in the music, this feeling where he thinks everybody’s out to get him and that he’s justified in the retribution he’s dealing in fire.

To round out, this is my favorite playlist I’ve made so far and will probably stay the favorite. I hope you guys enjoy this as well.

Oh, and how could I forget—it’s dramatic. Because what is Genesis if not dramatic?

#wgpcmfg playlists #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 genesis #ff7 crisis core #ff7 cc #ff7 #ffvii #ffvii crisis core #angeal x genesis #final fantasy 7 #jenova #fanfic authors #headcanon

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kohakurin8 · 8 months

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Dissecting Kimetsu no Yaiba

~ Zenitsu & Susano-O ~

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So, I began watching Kimetsu no Yaiba because I adore yokai and mythology. It's so immensely fun for me to try identifying what yokai are being referenced in the series, since it takes place during the time period of Japan before they were classified as distinct species, instead simply being collectively labeled as "Oni".

However, while the obvious mythological parallels in the series lie within the titular Oni and their significance, I recently came to the realization that this has blinded us from the mythological references made by the human characters as well.

And it all starts with Zenitsu Agatsuma

I was recently researching the Japanese kami of storms, Susano-O, for a character when I came to this creative epiphany, if you will. Let's start by summarizing the absolute rollercoaster that is this kami epitome of an annoying little brother who grows up to be real hot shit.

Most accounts agree that after Izanagi visited Izanami in Yomi, he bathed himself and from it created several children. Amaterasu was born when he washed his right eye, Tsukuyomi from his left eye, and awkward ol' middle-child Susano-O was born when Izanagi washed his nose.

Cause ya know, that's a great way to start out life. The Nose Child.

But more upsetting than that to newly "born" Susano-O was actually the absence of his mother, Izanami. He cried and cried and threw big fits and tantrums because he missed his mother so much, something his siblings I guess couldn't really relate to. And, true to form, Susano-O continued to act out as he got older, oftentimes quarreling with perfect-child Amaterasu. Without going into too much detail, let's just say one of these fateful quarrels led to Susano-O throwing one of his Tantrums ™ and getting kicked out of Takamagahara -- a.k.a. Heaven for Gods

So while he was meandering around the mortal realm, he met a grieving old couple who requested his assistance. Turns out they've been terrorized by a monstrous 8-headed serpent called Yamata-no-Orochi who's eaten one of their 8 daughters every year. So instead of just...moving away like normal people, they ask for Susano-O's help in saving their final daughter. Susano-O, being a nice guy and all, promised he'd save her in exchange for her hand in marriage. They agreed and to protect the girl he turned her into a comb and placed her on his hair.

That's one way to handle a damsel in distress I guess.

Then he had the couple prepare a huge tub of sake, let the Orochi get so drunk it passed out, then carved it up into little pieces, discovering a sword in it's tail. Because that's totally normal. But, hey, in the end Susano-O got a pretty little wife and regained the love and approval of his family so... win-win?

Now at this point you might be wondering "How exactly does this apply to Zenitsu?"

Or maybe you're thinking "Rin, are you sane? Should I be getting you help?"

In either case just hear me out here. Susano-O is described as being wild and emotional, as well as very destructive and short-tempered. Zenitsu also displays these traits -- his reactions are overdramatic, he tends to be very emotional, and he's very quick to anger in certain circumstances.

There's also the fact that they both have lightning powers, but that's a given. As a side note, they also both have messy and odd hairstyles.

Zenitsu is always afraid of something and always animated. His emotions spike erratically and tbh...he whines a lot.

But that's fine because remember when i said Susano-O threw fits over missing his mom? Well, this is probably where the comparison of the two is most relevant -- though it's made to sound more like Susano-O is a bratty child, but if you read between the lines, it's more accurate to say that he was just... lonely. Susano-O whined for his mother because he felt left behind, alone, and scared.

If we look back to the Spider arc on Mount Natagumo we see Zenitsu feeling the exact same way, and even admitting that he feels abandoned and alone quite frequently. It's a mutual feeling the two have.

There's also the matter of Nezuko and Zenitsu's valiant determination to protect her. It's incredibly reminiscent of Susano-O's determination to protect his future wife.

So the more I research it, the more I've concluded that Zenitsu is definitely supposed to be a reference to Susano-O.

Feel free to share your opinions on the matter with me!

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu agatsuma #mythology and folklore #susanoo #anime discussion

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Using Train Facts for StEx Fics and Headcanons

Even if you eschew real-train AUs and have them be toys, StEx characters *think* they are real trains and reference real-life railroad culture. Familiarizing yourself with some railroad facts can enrich your story and give you a new understanding of characters. The following is some of the things which have helped me.

1) Establish the “truths” of your fanfic.

A common tactic I use in research is to establish what is true in my story — whether real-life facts or what is canon — and use those pillars to filter information. For example, suppose I want to write a story based on the Old London show. I begin by setting down “rules” which I, as the writer, must adhere to.

A) I want this to be set in 1984, so any information or media references after this point of time can be ignored (unless I have a good reason for the anachronism or I plan to foreshadow the future).

B) StEx is supposed to be set in America, so my worldbuilding will be (mostly) focused on America in the 80s.

C) Greaseball is a Union Pacific engine, so Control’s yard must be close enough to UP territory for Greaseball to see Dinah regularly.

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D) The yard is likely in or near a mountainous area, since the original set for the Apollo Victoria Theater had so many levels. Therefore, the characters live in a mountainous area near UP lines.

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Even though I haven’t pinpoint the exact location of the yard, I’ve plausibly narrowed it down, so now I can filter information relevant to my story. I *know* they can’t live in Miami, Florida or New York City or anywhere along the east coast. That’s not to say I can’t have them travel east or have characters who used to live east. In fact, the east coast will play a key role for certain characters. (More on that later.) Even so, I’m not going to have Greaseball drinking an egg cream or have Rusty spotting a Floridan crocodile on his way to work (unless I have a good in-story reason for this).

2. Pick a character, research them, then work your way through the cast — not JUST your favorites

Fun leads to creative flow, so it’s understandable to start with your favorite characters. However, neglecting or ignoring train details because you’re not interested in a particular character can cause you to miss out on enriching details.

For example, I’m not particularly interested in Flat-Top. That’s not to say I hate the guy, but compared to my favorites, he’s typically not on my radar. However, flat cars serve an important role in railroads, so if I failed to research them, I would not be able to understand rolling stock as I do now.

Did you know that flat cars are used to transport new trains from the factory? If I wanted to do a fic about Electra’s earliest memories, or a fic about Rusty and Pearl nervously waiting for their “newborn” child to arrive, then I would likely need to have a flat car carrying a “baby” train in my plot at some point. If I had ignored Flat-Top altogether, my story would have been lacking. I might have even made the mistake of having the newborn rolling on their own wheels!

As for how to start researching, my process was to focus on one character at a time. The very first StEx character I seriously researched was Volta. As a newbie, I was genuinely surprised that she was Electra’s coach. ELECTRA, the narcissistic, hard-hearted bully, had a deeper relationship with one of his components, not just treating them all as staff to exploit and mistreat? Curious, I looked up freezer trucks/refrigerator cars, and I discovered Volta would have been diesel powered. ELECTRA is in a relationship with a DIESEL vehicle??

You can imagine how I wanted to understand more about these hints at character depth for our electric villain.

Volta is a freezer truck from the Atchison, Topeka, & Santa Fe Railroad? That led me to discover the Santa Fe Reefer Dispatch, which was completely gone by 1988 (as in, the final 4 reefers were sold off that year). So, Volta is an outdated vehicle when she’s portrayed as a Santa Fe car. And Electra, the ageist engine of the future who hates antiques, still has her on his train? Whoa!

(Furthermore, in 1995 the railroad itself was merged with Burlington Northern to form Burlington Northern Santa Fe Railroad, so this makes the Santa Fe costumes more antiquated.)

From Volta, I moved onto CB. Fortunately, a wealth of information has been written about cabooses, so it was comparatively easy to research him. (Admittedly, I used to be a big Dinaboose shipper, so I found many interesting facts regarding the pair.)

Cabooses have kitchens? Then he and Dinah could cook together!

Cabooses used to have whistles before radios replaced them? Interesting!

Cabooses stopped being used as brake vehicles once air brakes were introduced in the 1800s? What does that say about CB’s character?

Since I had a character to associate information with, it became easier to retain the facts and recall them when needed. When I began to branch out into train facts that aren’t related to the show’s canon, I had accumulated a lot of foundational knowledge.

3. Cross reference characters

What it says on the tin. This can help you understand how different characters and their histories interconnect, thus making your fanfic world feel more real.

For example, you might decide to look up James Watt’s steam engine (not a locomotive, by the way). In doing so, you discover that James Watt is the namesake for the watt (electric unit of measurement). So, in your fanfic world both steamers and electric vehicles might respect Watt as a historical figure. Then you might take it a step further and have Poppa use this common ground in order to talk to Electra about converting to steam.

Another example, the Union Pacific and the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe were rival companies, and their respective territories ran through a lot of the same areas. Since Wrench and Volta are from the Santa Fe, you might decide that one or both of them have crossed paths with Greaseball years ago, and this is why they leave Electra to flirt with Greaseball during “Pumping Iron.”

4. AVOID CHERRY PICKING

This may seem to contradict what I said about filtering information and knowing Rusty wouldn’t see a crocodile, but there’s a difference between saying “Oh, I don’t need this” and saying “I don’t need this right now.”

Regarding Rusty and that crocodile, while the likelihood of him seeing Floridan wildlife is slim, it is never zero. My hypothetical story takes place in the 1984 London show, and I know for a fact that before Joule was a dynamite truck, the canon had her as Electra’s animal truck. Ergo, I could have a part in the story where Electra illegally imports a crocodile if I want to show how decadent, spoiled and arrogant he is.

A big part of the problem with cherry picking is how much you miss of the big picture. For example, have you ever read a fanfic for an anime where the writer did not bother researching anything about Japan except for a few aesthetic details? The writer might have good intentions, but if they don’t know fundamental truths, such as how Shinto and Buddhism shaped (or at least influenced) many aspects of Japanese culture, then the writer might accidentally show the characters doing things which would be offensive or taboo (e.g. sticking chopsticks directly into a bowl of rice, which is reserved for religious offerings and ancestor worship).

“Um, well, uh, I’ll just have all the canon characters be atheists! Now I don’t have to research as much.” Except, even if the characters were atheists, they would still be influenced by religion because of how much Japanese culture has descended from it. Sumo wrestling? Influenced by Shinto. Manzai comedy? Influenced by Shinto. Fairy tales? Influenced by Shinto and Buddhism. Amezaiku candy? Originally an offering to Shinto gods. Street performers rolling a ball on top of a paper umbrella? I’ll give you three guesses.

Getting back to railroads, I am by no means suggesting you have to be an expert or have to know copious amounts of railway culture before you can start writing. One of my favorite StEx fics has a glaring flaw about how electric locomotives work, but I still enjoy it because it’s a cute read. What I’m getting at is this: don’t discount information just because it’s not relevant to you right this second. Store it away for later.

5. Fundamental truths to get you started.

A) Railroads are businesses, first and foremost. Profit and PR will typically influence major decisions. Why were steamers and electrics replaced by diesels on American railroads? Money. Why were cabooses replaced by end-of-train devices? Money. Why were all the characters built in the first place? Money. Why were Rusty and Belle allowed to become dilapidated? Money.

B) Profit is often why there are so many varieties of vehicles, especially for passenger trains. The parlor car was invented in the US because rich people didn’t want to ride in the same car as poor people. Smoking cars were originally exclusive to men, back when women generally didn’t smoke, and when women started wanting to have a place to smoke, some railroads started adding women-only smoking cars. Amtrak had the arcade car to attract gamers. Ski trains in Europe appeal to vacationers, and murder-mystery trains provide a fun, unique experience to patrons. The three McDonald’s dining cars (McTrain) in Germany and Switzerland were part of an experiment to see if they could make money.

When whole trains or individual vehicles fail to make profit, they are often quietly removed, refurbished, and/or scrapped.

C) Even so, some vehicles have been retooled for non-profit purposes. Hospital cars and other medical-related vehicles have been used to provide services to people. The Merci Train, which France sent to the US out of gratitude for the relief provided to them following WW2, were old boxcars filled with presents.

D) Steam locomotives are basically giant kettles with pistons — okay, not literally, but the design is so simple that many people have made working toy locomotives. Essentially, the firebox heats the water in the boiler, and the steam moves the pistons. This is why it’s such a big deal when Poppa’s boiler is cold after he wins the race.

E) Electric vehicles need to be connected to a power source. Some versions of Electra’s race helmet will show a pantograph on top, so he has to be connected to overhanging wires in order to go fast. Third-rail electrics comparably must be in contact with the, well, third rail, in order to move.

F) Most of the Nationals are electric vehicles, so Electra being electric isn’t that special.

G) Greaseball is an electric-diesel engine. Similar to how an automobile needs both gasoline and a car battery to work, Greaseball’s diesel powers his electricity. The Prince of Wales is also a diesel despite most of the UK using electric passenger trains. If a blackout hits a railway, the Royal Train isn’t trapped or stranded.

H) Dieselization has affected both steam and electric railroads in the US. Most electric railways are confined to the northeastern region of the country, with exceptions. The most common place to find electrics is the Northeast Corridor.

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I) CB began life as a boxcar. The fact that his cupola is on his head means he’s likely from the Eastern US originally because eastern cabooses typically had their cupolas in the center of their roofs. Western cabooses typically have their cupolas on one end.

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J) Racing with rail cars is likely to show how well the racer can carry weight, since an engine has to be strong as well as fast. This is probably why Flat-Top wears bricks on race night, since he would be too light to meet the weight limit otherwise, and he was originally hoping to participate.

Now, go and write.

#starlight express #stex

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cityocean5 · 2 years

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sarahadjoa · 2 years

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Virtual Museum Reflection

Touring the Met kids

For this Virtual museum tour reflection I wanted to tour a museum that I enjoy visiting, the Metropolitan Museum of New York. Since 1870, the metropolitan museum of arts has been giving people the opportunity to view amazing collections of art from around the world and from different time periods. Looking into this assignment and clicking on the link provided by the Professors, I was agreeably surprised to see the Metropolitan Museum of art tour museum designed for kids and decided to give it a tour with my daughter and see how she would react to the interaction as a Kindergartener.

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As we clicked on the link that led us to the Met kids museum visit, we spent a good amount of time on the map deciding which area to visit as we found that selected art pieces were available for us to learn about. The image was quite overwhelming for a Five years old but as I started explaining more about it, she automatically started getting interested in discovering the treasure hidden in the image. One of the first art pieces we explored was the Seated couple realized in the early 19th century by a Dogon artist from Mali. The interaction is extremely well made and also designed for adults to be able to share with a younger crowd more facts and information about the piece of art they are seeing. After reading about the piece of art, the descriptive of the art piece gave us a little more depth into our reflection. In another section, it is proposed that we imagine beyond the artwork : “ These two seem to be watching something. What do you think they are looking at and what would they say to each other if they came to life?”. A simple question that sparks a greater conversation.

Michael C. Rockefeller Wing

Touring another section, we ended up ironically on a painting of Henry Matisse, “Nasturtiums with the Painting ``Dance" I” , the artist studied this week, and we went from one art piece after the other . From this metkids tour and as a teacher I thought it could be interesting to tour The Michael C. Rockefeller Wing . This section of the museum displays unique work from African, Ancient American and Oceanique art. The section englobe 3 different important civilizations, but for today’s assignment I would focus on the Sub-Saharan Africa section of this wing. Africa is a diverse continent and often. The sculptures found in this section are impactful to young viewers; from their originality, forms, and diverse origin, so much can be said about the few art pieces we decided to look at. African art is also a culturally rich gallery and often not talked about enough in my opinion; while studying communication design prior working in a school as an early childhood educator, it was often surprising to see the lack of references made to African art before taking an advanced history art class which led me to want to incorporate this topic into this assignment, after all some of the most famous artist of this world were inspired by the African art ( Matisse,Picasso) .

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imagineaworlds · 3 years

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Bunny and Baby -- Poly!BAU Team

(Edited version for a broader audience. You can check out the full version on @hotch-and-bunny)

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: None.

Warnings: Dom/sub relationships, Sir kink, Mistress kink, Ma’am kink, Daddy kink, dirty talk, restraints (handcuffs), collaring, leashes, edging, orgasm control, orgasm denial, ruined orgasms, degradation, mild choking, pegging, impregnation/breeding kink, minimal in-chapter aftercare, though it is alluded to happening afterwards. The reader does go by they/them pronouns, however, the team refers to them as female when saying “good girl”, “princess”, etc.

Pairing: Nonbinary!Reader (fem anatomy) x BAU Team.

Dynamic (in order of superiority): Sir!Dom!Aaron Hotchner, Ma’am!Dom!Elle Greenaway, Mistress!Dom!Emily Prentiss, Daddy!Dom!Derek Morgan, switch!Reader (sub in this plot), bunny!sub!Spencer Reid.

Word Count: 7645

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We had been returning from a case in Louisiana, everyone sitting comfortably in their own seats on the jet. Hotch and I were beside each other— I was pressed between him and the window— Morgan was across from us, Emily and Elle were across the aisle and a row back, and Spencer was laying on the couch. Rossi hadn’t come with us because he had a family emergency. Emily and Elle were the only ones talking while the rest of us were quietly working on our own things; but Spencer was just half asleep on the couch, trying to catch up on some rest. He told us before we boarded that he had another headache that kept him up all night, and we all scolded him for not coming to one of us and seeking help because we always knew what to do to help him. He insisted that it wasn’t a big deal, though. While I didn’t entirely believe him, we all decided to let him rest during the flight.

It wasn’t until there was a bit of turbulence that made me grab onto Hotch’s arm that things got… interesting. The thing was, when it came to Aaron Hotchner, the slightest touch could set him off, and he would get mean because he saw even the simplest of shoulder bumps as a bratty act that needed to be punished. I always had to be careful around him because of that. But I forgot. The plane jumped in the air, my stomach dropped, and before I knew it, I was squeezing his bicep to ground myself as some kind of reminder that I wasn’t going to die or something.

When the turbulence passed, I tore my hand away from Hotch, keeping in mind that I had to keep my hands to myself, but it was too late. He was staring at me. I swallowed hard and tried to go back to my book that Spencer had recommended, which was his attempt to win his favor with me after he pissed me off one day and I wanted to punish him. He was lucky that I wasn’t as mean as Hotch and Emily. Unfortunately for me, however, that meant I was completely fucked because Hotch was still sitting there, staring at me, likely asking himself how I could dare to touch him without permission, even when it was for something as innocent as it had been. I finally dared to look up at him. He was frowning.

“Sir—” I tried to explain myself quietly so that the others couldn’t hear, but he shook his head, silently telling me to stop. I fell silent and gulped.

Hotch, without saying anything, looked back down at the iPad that was sitting on the table in front of him as he was going through emails, scoping out new cases to take on; but what he did after that was somewhat unexpected. His hand closest to me drifted between my thighs. I adjusted in my seat, trying to fix my posture to be “smooth” so that no one else would notice. No one looked up. Hotch continued with his plan, forcing his hand between my thighs, spreading my legs open to give him access to what was beneath my skirt. I should have known that wearing a skirt on the jet was only going to get me in trouble, but with the case having just ended, and with Spencer’s headaches, my attire had been the last thing on my mind. To Hotch, however, it seemed to be the only thing on his mind.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered to me. I was surprised Morgan didn’t hear him.

When I nodded, Hotch pressed his index and middle fingers against my panties, finding the sensitive nub that was my clit, hiding behind my labia and the clitoral hood. He was too far. I needed him to press harder to actually feel his fingers, to actually get me to the edge rather than just get needy for him— but my desperation for him and what was about to come was undeniable when he slid his fingers down to hover over my core, discovering a wet spot that was slowly forming. Hotch snickered to himself. I knew that he was probably thinking to himself something along the lines of how he had only just touched me and I was already wet, proving to him that I was always thinking about having one of them— if not all of them— fuck me.

Hotch moved back up to my clit, and he pressed hard enough that I could feel him, but not enough to actually give me everything I wanted. Slowly, he started rubbing circles over my panties. A quiet sigh left my lips as I leaned back in my seat, moved my hips forward to give him better access, and I screwed my eyes shut. There was no doubt that if Morgan happened to look up, he would know exactly what was happening.

As Hotch’s fingers started moving faster, I rolled my hips eagerly to make his pace in an attempt to speed up my orgasm, but he pulled away somewhat and slowed down until I stopped moving and waited politely for him to make another move. He went back to what he was doing suddenly. I tensed and tried my very best to hold still this time while also biting my lip to keep myself from moaning. But I was so close again. So, so close. I just wanted to cum for him.

“Sir, please,” I whispered. “Please.”

“Please, may I cum?”

“Ask Mistress first.”

My eyes widened and I looked at him, but he was still reading his emails, so I looked over at Emily. She was still casually talking to Elle without a single clue as to what a mess I was while sitting next to Hotch. I shook my head. I couldn’t. I couldn’t beg like that randomly when they were all doing their own things. So, Hotch shrugged because he didn’t care one way or the other. If I wasn’t going to ask, he wasn’t going to let me cum, and for him, that was fun and it didn’t matter. But to me, it mattered. His fingers kept rolling over my clit again and again, and it was getting unbearable, it was getting torturous. So, I dared to give in.

I let out an audible moan while leaning forward to grab onto the table to hold my orgasm back, and I croaked, “Mistress—” Everyone stopped what they were doing to look over at me. There I was, clearly falling apart as Hotch’s arm was suspiciously moving in the direction that led just between my thighs. Emily was staring at me. “Mistress, please, may I cum?”

Her mouth fell agape in shock when she realized what it was that Hotch was doing and why I was asking. She looked between me and Hotch. “Have they been good?” she asked him.

“No,” he said nonchalantly.

“Then, no, you may not cum, slut,” she said to me.

I whimpered and increased my grip on the table until my knuckles were turning white. “Please! I’m not going to last!”

“You cum, you get punished,” Morgan said.

“Fuck…” I tried wiggling away from Hotch, but it was useless since I was trapped in the seat next to the window. “Please…” I was breathless now. “Please… I can’t…”

“And what are you doing?” Elle questioned roughly, squinting at Spencer, scolding him for something I couldn’t see.

Spencer floundered and stuttered from the couch. “I— Um. Nothing, Ma’am. I’m sorry. It was nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing.”

“Fuck—” I moved my hips around again with Hotch’s fingers as my orgasm suddenly washed through me, a shiver running down my spine as my toes curled in my shoes, my thighs shook against the leather seat, and my walls clenched around nothing. “Shit.” Hotch slowed his movements as I came down from my high. My eyes quickly scanned the interior of the jet, catching how they were all scowling at me, unpleased with how I had cum without any of their permission. My heart sank in my chest. “I’m sorry.”

“First, Spence starts touching himself without permission,” Elle began as she stood from her seat and started approaching the couch. I sat up a bit in my seat so that I could look over my shoulder to see Spencer sitting up somewhat now, an erection straining his pants, a small wet spot on the front from his pre-cum. “Then, you cum without our permission.” She ran her fingers through Spencer’s hair, then once she was far enough in, she curled her grip, roughly pulling at his curls to make him sit up all the way. “And the two of you still had the audacity to say that you’re sorry. I don’t think they’re actually sorry; do you, Morgan?”

“No,” he answered, also disappointed in us.

“We didn’t train brats,” she hissed, pulling at Spencer’s hair again, making him whimper.

“His headache, Elle—” Emily warned quickly.

Elle froze when she remembered, and she tried removing her grip from Spencer, suddenly aware of how she might have hurt him in her fit of anger. “I’m sorry, Spence—”

But he cut her off by gently taking her wrist and leading her touch back to his hair, encouraging to pull again. “It’s gone.”

“Don’t lie, bunny.”

“I’m not, Ma’am.”

She smirked and tugged again, bringing him to his knees. “Then the two of you have no excuse for misbehaving. Their punishment, Morgan.”

Hotch slid out of his seat and moved to the back of the jet where Emily was still sitting so that there was enough room for Morgan to stand at the same time as I did, knowing that it was better than him grabbing onto my hair, too. When we were both in the aisle, my back close to Elle’s, Morgan caught me off guard by pinching my chin roughly in between his thumb and his other four fingers. I pouted my eyes at him. I was trying to silently beg for mercy, but, of course, it didn’t work.

In fact, it made him chuckle. “Princess, you did this to yourself.”

“Daddy, I’m sorry… Please… I didn’t mean to cum.”

“Then, you should have held it like good girls do.”

“Their punishment, Derek,” Hotch reminded.

Morgan rolled his eyes because he already knew what he was doing and he hated that Hotch thought he needed to be babysat while Domming me, even though he didn’t. Morgan and I had done plenty of scenes together. As the only switch in our relationship, it was easy for me to go visit one of them when I needed to be Dommed, whereas I would go to Spencer if I needed to Dom. Each of them were unique Doms, though, and I would seek them out separately, depending on what I needed. I mean, I lived with Hotch, but he could be cruel, and sometimes, I didn’t need that. Out of all of us, Morgan was the kindest. His punishments were never harsh, and playing with him was always easy, compared to with Emily or Elle, who were on the same wavelength, both masters at torturing me with edges, ruins, forced orgasms. When I needed something light, I went to Morgan. When I needed to be completely out of control, not a single thought in my head, I went to Emily or Elle— usually both at the same time. With Hotch, he was everything that Morgan, Emily, and Elle were, but he was also the one who gave me the harshest punishments. Nipple clamps that he tugged on, floggers, plugs, being tied up and left there for an hour while he was gone, cockwarming me until he came and I didn’t. But Morgan was the one that had dictated my punishment. For cumming, he got to decide what they were going to do with me, which gave me a little bit of hope that it wouldn’t be that bad.

“Hands behind your back,” he demanded.

I did so without hesitation, and he spun me around so that he could cuff my hands together. I had a good view of Spencer and Elle now. He was on his knees in front of her, the two of them watching each other carefully— probably because she was trying to decide if he was lying about his headaches or not, and he was trying to gauge how bad his punishment would be. But she was just playing with his hair. We all loved to do that. I mean, Spencer loved it, too, which was why he did it, and it was the easiest way to ease him in and out of sub space. When I would Dom him, our sessions were usually the same. I’d go to his house to find him kneeling by the door, waiting patiently for me while wearing his cute little collar that we all picked out for him, and then he’d cook dinner for me. Sometimes, if he had been bratty, I’d sit in the living room, using him to balance platters in his hands that held my wine glass, any snacks I had, and sometimes even a book or two. If he ever dropped them, I’d punish him. If not, I’d reward him. For rewards, we’d go to his bedroom where I’d worship his cock, but never getting him close enough to the edge to actually make it 100% pleasant. I liked watching him squirm. Even when he had his best days, he knew that I wasn’t going to immediately let him cum because my favorite part about being his Dom was controlling his orgasms. As for punishments, that usually came with tying him up, flogging him sometimes, ruining his poor, little orgasms to make him whimper pathetically, and overstimulating him. I fucking loved the sounds he made during sex. Usually, I could pry them out of him with just a simple praise, but they were always so sweet when I had him tied to his bed, a plug in his ass, and I was riding every single drop out of him, never stopping even after he came inside of me.

His hair, though… One rough tug at his hair and he was immediately our bunny. For aftercare, his favorite thing was cuddling while we played with his curls. Brushing his hair, curling his strands around our fingers, gently massaging his scalp, all of those things prevented him from sub dropping, and it reassured him that he was safe with us, that we loved him, that he was going to be okay. I loved his hair. In fact, I was obsessed with it. Watching as Elle played with it and he nuzzled against her with a hypnotized, submissive smile on his face, I felt myself lighten up, too.

“Come here, bunny,” Morgan beckoned Spencer over to us. After Elle released him, he crawled around her and stopped just in front of me. “Take their skirt off.” Spencer did as he was told, reaching up for my waistband, quickly pulling my skirt down to my ankles. I helped him by stepping out of them. “Not their panties,” he warned when Spencer moved for those, too. Spencer dropped his hands to his lap. “Can you see how wet Sir made them? The mess they made from breaking the rules?”

Spencer nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Don’t be like them.”

“Spence, where’s your collar?” Elle asked, already digging through his bag that she retrieved from one of the overhead bins. I heard another one open behind me and Morgan, probably something that Hotch or Emily were looking for. “Nevermind.” She found Spencer’s collar and leash in his go-bag and brought it over to us. “Presentation.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Spencer looked up somewhat so that Elle could see where she was positioning the collar over his Adam’s apple, and then he looked down and moved his long hair out of the way so that she could clasp it together.

“Presentation,” Morgan whispered in my ear. So, that was what the other overhead bin had been. Hotch had probably gone digging for my collar, too.

The rule with me and Spencer was that we weren’t allowed to wear our collars in public because the whole point of kink was that all parties were consenting adults at all times. If someone wasn’t consenting to the scene, it had to stop immediately. The thing with wearing an obvious O-collar out and about was that the general public couldn’t consent to viewing it. Yes, it looked like a choker if you were oblivious, but it still wasn’t fair. And we didn’t like to draw attention to ourselves, anyhow. So, Spencer and I could never wear our collars in public, but we always had to bring them in our go-bags in case a situation like this arose where we were at the hotel and needed to submit, or, yes, even on the jet. This had only happened once before, though, to be fair.

When Morgan finished clasping my collar around my neck, he pushed me to my knees, my face even with Spencer’s. His breath was hot on my nose, our lips so close I could nearly taste him, but Elle tugged on his leash, pulling him back, and Morgan tugged on mine, pulling me back. We both whimpered at the feeling. “You don’t get to touch each other,” Morgan hissed. “In fact, Y/N, you don’t get to touch anyone at all.” My eyes widened and I looked up at Elle, almost as if I could read the look on her face to see how the rest of them were feeling behind me.

She was smirking. “Bunny’s so hard…” Elle teased, pulling on Spencer’s leash to have him lean back against her thighs. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted.

“You’re lucky that you only palmed yourself without permission. If you would have done anything worse, we’d be making your punishment no-touch, like Y/N. What do you say to us for sparing you that torture?”

“Thank you.”

“Good boy.”

“Let’s move them to the front,” Morgan told Elle so that she could pull Spencer onto the couch to give him room to make me crawl towards the front of the jet where no one would bother me. “Go on,” he encouraged. I started crawling, and when I made it where he wanted me, he had me turn around so that I was facing the entirety of the team. “Now, you get to sit here and watch.”

“Daddy?” I questioned, unsure of what he meant.

“And not talk.” He crouched and kissed me gently. “This is what you get for breaking the rules.”

“It’s useless to keep apologizing; isn’t it?” Around Morgan, I could talk to him like that, which was a little more casual than most scenes called for, but with the others, I could never say anything like that. Morgan understood, though. He nodded and kissed me again. “Give me a toy, at least. Edge me, ruin me— Anything.”

“No.” He stood back up.

Elle had Spencer’s pants on the ground now, and Emily had moved to the couch to peel his shirt off. As Morgan approached them, Hotch moved closer, too. I watched as the four of them dedicated their entire attention to Spencer, kissing his jawline, nibbling on his earlobe, running their thumbs over his sensitive nipples, and Elle worked her hand down under his briefs. I rolled my hips around for friction against my soaked panties when I heard Spencer let out a breathless moan just before Hotch kissed him to shut him up.

“Don’t let him edge,” Emily warned as Elle continued to play with Spencer inside of his underwear.

“Aw,” Elle cooed with false sympathy against his cheekbone, “is bunny already close?”

He nodded eagerly while pulling away from his kiss with Hotch. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Well, I think it’s only fair to make you ask Mistress for permission the same way Y/N had to.”

He turned his head to look up at Emily. “Please, Mistress?” He sounded just as desperate and pathetic as I had. “May I cum?”

“You touched without permission, though, bunny,” she said to him. He shook his head, knowing that was her answer without saying what she actually meant. “I know that listening to Y/N beg was overwhelming for you…”

She dragged her nails down his chest, making his chest tense up. I saw the way his little stomach sucked in, and I whimpered again. I wanted that to be me touching him. I loved the little tummy he had now since we had helped him get over his addiction since Mexico. He was so healthy now, which meant eating well, something we regulated, and it gave him a cute, healthy, tummy that showed when he was wearing his belts with a button down shirt. I loved praising that part of him. Sometimes, it was obvious how self-conscious it could make him, but when we let him know how much we loved it and how proud we were of his progress since Mexico, he would love it, too.

Spencer bucked up when Elle pulled her hand out of his underwear, leaving him hanging on the edge. Hotch grabbed Spencer’s hips and pushed him back down onto the couch with a huff, probably still angry about me, but now it was worse since Spencer was acting up. I saw Spencer’s cock twitch helplessly behind the constraints of his clothes. He was trying to reach for someone’s hand again, but Morgan collected his wrists together and took Elle’s handcuffs, using them to restrain Spencer the same way I was restrained.

“Please,” he pleaded. “Something. Anything. Please.”

“My bag, Hotch,” Emily muttered, focusing on getting Spencer out of his underwear now. He let out a sigh of relief when his cock bounced freely against his stomach. Hotch scrambled to Emily’s go-bag at the back of the plane and started digging in it for something. “The red one—”

“I know,” he grumbled. “I know.”

He pulled out three things, holding them up long enough for me to inspect from where I was kneeling on the opposite side of the jet. The red strap on that Emily loved to fuck Spence with, a bottle of lube to help him take her easier, and the worst part… Honestly, I didn’t know what was worse, what I was enduring or what torture was awaiting Spencer with the last toy Hotch retrieved. I didn’t even realize Emily carried it around with her. How did she even think to bring such a thing? I mean, I understood the red strap and the lube, but… that? I almost felt bad for Spencer. At least I got to cum earlier, even though I wasn’t supposed to, but it seemed like they didn’t want Spencer to cum at all. I felt sorry for him. If I wasn’t so far into sub space, I probably would’ve snickered with the rest of them, thinking about all of the wicked ways I could have tortured him with it, but… No, I couldn’t while we were both being punished.

“If you want to touch so bad,” Hotch said while returning to the couch, “then we’ll touch.” Spencer’s eyes widened when he saw the last toy. “But we won’t let you cum.”

He struggled against his Doms’ holds as Hotch knelt down to begin the tedious process of sliding the tight metal cock ring over Spencer’s length. Spencer cursed at the feelings. I had no doubts that the ring was cold to the touch— which was an unbearable feeling for him— and it was probably so tight on him… When it reached his base, it kept all of the blood right where it needed to be to ensure he stayed hard. And then Hotch grabbed the string version of the cock ring, which was entirely adjustable, so he slid it over Spencer’s balls and tightened it. Spencer cried out.

“Sir—” Spencer moaned pleasantly as Hotch suddenly dipped down and wrapped his lips around Spencer’s cock. “Thank you, Sir.”

Emily came over to torture me. She pulled at my leash, choking me, tugging my head back somewhat. “Keep your eyes on Spence.”

My gaze was narrowed down my cheeks and my nose so that I could watch as Hotch slowly licked his tongue around Spencer’s sensitive tip that was still leaking pre-cum. I knew he tasted good. I knew that he was probably a leaking, pathetic mess, and Hotch was enjoying every second of torturing him; and I wished that it were me instead of Hotch.

Without warning, Emily pressed her index finger against my clit, making me jolt.

“Fuck!”

Emily snickered and started rubbing my clit faster.

“Mistress, I’m close. Please.”

“No.” She kissed the tip of my nose before pulling her touch away. I leaned forward to regain her touch, but she was already walking away. “Lemme fuck him,” she told Hotch, wiping some of the sweat off of Spencer’s forehead.

“I want to warm him up first,” Elle said eagerly. Hotch released Spencer from his mouth and pushed himself to his feet. “Turn him over.”

Morgan and Emily worked together to get Spencer on his knees on the floor, and they pressed his chest against the couch. Emily tugged at his leash to keep him distracted when he looked over at me with a painful, silent plea for help— help which I couldn’t give. He accepted his fate, closing his eyes as he waited for the next step.

“Let me hold him,” I begged. “Please. I’ll serve you all while I do it!”

Elle squirted some of the lube onto her index and middle fingers before rubbing them up and down Spencer’s slit. He tensed up. “Fine,” she said, still concentrating on him. “Come here.”

Morgan sat on the couch, his thigh just beside Spencer’s head so that we couldn’t make eye contact from where I was anymore. I started crawling towards all of them, letting Morgan pick up my leash when I was close enough so that he could tug me forward. He spread his legs so that I was sitting between his knees. “Suck,” he commanded, beginning to take his pants off.

I took the moment with nothing to do as an opportunity to finally turn my head to look at Spencer who still had his cheek pressed against the couch. I leaned down and kissed him. He perked up and started kissing me back. Just as it got more intense, the two of us fighting for dominance in our kiss, I felt him suddenly back down when Elle slid her fingers into his tight hole, causing him to moan against my lips. Our hands were still trapped behind our backs, so I couldn’t hold him steady to encourage him to keep kissing me, I couldn’t tangle my hands in his hair, and I couldn’t even reach to hold his hands as they struggled in his cuffs.

“Baby girl,” Morgan called, waiting for me.

“Stop ignoring him,” Hotch hissed, pushing my panties to the side and sliding his thumb into me. “Shit.” He sounded so turned on. “Fuck, baby.”

“You and bunny,” Elle chuckled. “The two of you can never hold it together. Pathetic.”

Spencer and I moaned happily in response to the degradation.

Morgan, now completely impatient, held my head between his palms, tore me away from Spencer, then turned my gaze before pushing my mouth onto his cock. He kept moving me until I gagged. I felt Spencer rut against the couch when Elle must have curled her fingers against his prostate or something, and I followed suit when I felt Hotch replace his short thumb with his long cock. I thought I was supposed to be facing punishment— Not that I was arguing. Even if I could talk, I wouldn’t have brought it up, because at least I finally got him. He always felt so good. He was so long, but not as thick as Morgan, not that it mattered. Both of them knew how to please me, and that was what mattered more than anything.

“Jesus, baby girl,” Morgan moaned, throwing his head back.

“He’s ready,” Elle said. Spencer whimpered when there was a loss of contact between them after she pulled out of him and stepped away, giving Emily room to kneel behind him and line up her cock with his ass. “Are you going to be good for us, bunny? No cumming?”

Spencer whined. “I don’t know, Ma’am.”

“Promise or we won’t fuck you.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he insisted quickly, realizing his mistake. “I won’t cum. I promise.”

“Good boy.”

Suddenly, he was pushed forward when Emily roughly thrust into him. I pulled my mouth off Morgan long enough for me to catch my breath and moan as Hotch continued fucking me softly to torture me, and I looked over to see Emily showing no remorse with Spencer. Poor thing. Elle had stretched him, and Emily took a second to let him adjust, but now he was ruined. Absolutely destroyed. He was going to be wobbling on our way off the jet when we would land, I just knew it.

“I didn’t say you could stop, slut,” Morgan growled, grabbing me by the hair this time to make sure that I wouldn’t move away from him this time. I groaned as I took all of him in my mouth again. Just as he willed it, I bobbed my head up and down, my jaw slack, my tongue flat, my throat open to stop the gagging because he was using me as a hole and nothing else, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Hotch pissed me off suddenly by reaching under me to grab my breasts through my shirt, making me roll my hips eagerly against him. “So greedy.” He thrust roughly into me in an attempt to warn me off of acting out again, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to cum. I had to cum. I needed some kind of relief. “Don’t you fucking dare—” He pulled out of me when he felt me tighten around him. “Brat.” He spanked me hard. “Elle.”

“I thought you understood that we didn’t train brats, baby,” Elle said, backing Hotch up. She teased her cleaned and re-lubed fingers at my ass now while Hotch realigned with my pussy. “You and bunny don’t get to cum.”

I moaned around Derek’s length as Elle and Hotch both thrusted into me simultaneously. He gave me every single inch he had to offer, making sure I felt just how big he was, the way he could reach deep places inside of me that made my knees weak every time. As for Elle, her approach had been a bit slower so that she could be safe. When her fingers were moving in me, she only put them in about half way before gently pulling them out and pushing them back in, this time all the way to the bottom knuckle, and then she curled her fingers. Morgan held me steady as I moaned around him again. The three of them working together to fill each of my holes was… I mean, they had all filled me further before, but this just felt so different… so good…

“Mmm—” Morgan bucked his hips up so that he could fuck my face harder. “I’m gonna cum.” He panted as his fingers gripped my hair harder. He let out a grunt as his whole body tensed, his orgasm finally hitting him like a train. As his cum spilled into my mouth, I used his hesitancy as a chance to finally move my tongue around, stimulating his shaft, making him twitch and squirm a bit more, and I hummed happily around him to make it even worse. They were torturing me, the least I could do was slyly return the favor. “Shit, baby!” He pulled me off before I could continue overstimulating. “Fuck.” His thumb caressed my cheek lovingly for a second. “Go on. Swallow.” I shook my head. I couldn’t. I couldn’t take anything more. I was so full, I felt like I was going to explode. He furrowed his brows. “Swallow, slut.” I kept shaking my head, and I tried to escape Elle and Hotch so that I could find somewhere to spit, but they held my hips still while Morgan grabbed my face. “Swallow.”

I searched his eyes for a moment, quickly realizing that he wasn’t going to release me until I did as he asked. Even if the jet landed and we were supposed to be getting off, probably to head back to mine and Hotch’s place to finish all of this, Morgan was going to sit there with me until I swallowed. I had no choice. While keeping my gaze even with his, I slowly swallowed the load he gave me. When I was done, I opened my mouth to prove my success, and he finally let go of me while grinning.

“Was that so hard?” he teased.

“Mistress,” Spencer moaned, his voice muffled somewhat, “I can’t take it anymore.”

Morgan and I looked away from each other to investigate what was happening, and it was just as our attention was brought to him that we saw Spencer slump as he gave up. Emily was still fucking him, don’t get me worng, but his poor, red, needy cock was leaking, begging for the cock rings to be taken off so that he could ejaculate— and he just couldn’t take the denial anymore. He couldn’t take being on the brink constantly. Holding his posture for her so that he could fuck his ass, keeping his head turned so that we could hear his pathetic noises, all of that meant nothing to him now. They had finally broken him.

“It hurts,” he complained.

“Color,” she whispered, brushing his curls back so that she could lean over his back and start kissing his neck lovingly.

“Green, but I can’t… I can’t… I’m gonna—”

“The two of you and not being able to hold it today,” Elle scolded, moving her fingers faster inside of my ass. “It’s like we need to teach you guys how to behave again and work on your stamina.”

Spencer and I quickly exchanged a worried glance. We hadn’t done stamina in so long. This was close, sure, but actual stamina training with Elle was the worst— especially if Hotch were there. They liked to tie me and Spencer up so that couldn’t move a single muscle, and then they’d press a vibrator against my clit while Spencer got the fleshlight. For hours, we would have to lay there, edging again and again as Hotch and Elle turned on my vibrator and started fucking the fleshlight over Spencer’s cock, and then they’d stop when we were close enough. It was torture. They purposefully gave us hard edges. The longer we went, the more rewards we earned for the week, but if we came, they ruined our orgasms before painfully continuing, and all of it was for the sake of increasing our stamina during sex and teaching us how to hold back our orgasms until we had permission. It worked after a while. Spencer was a lot worse at it than I was, but we finally got the hang of it, and the two of us were pretty good about holding out until we had proper permission; but there was just something about the atmosphere of being on the jet compared to being at someone’s house or in a hotel room that had our brains melted down to nothing. I had orgasmed once without permission, and there were multiple occasions while Hotch and Elle were fucking me from behind that I felt myself getting there again— and if they weren’t so good about pulling away on time to edge me, I would have cum again without permission, regardless of the punishment. But Spencer… He was trying so hard to be their good boy. He had touched himself without permission, which he knew wasn’t allowed, so he had accepted that he wasn’t allowed to cum, but those cock rings were straining against him, practically milking him considering the way he was leaking so helplessly; and it was just too much for him. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Bunny, if you cum, we’re going to have to put you in your cage,” Emily warned.

“We should anyways,” Hotch panted from behind me.

Spencer shook his head urgently. “No. Please. I’ll be good. I- I prom… I promise.” He sighed as Emily changed her pace while fucking him. “I promise.” It sounded like he was crying now. “I promise…” Our little broken record. “I promise.” Not a single thought in that pretty head of his.

Hotch pulled out of me suddenly and he snatched away Elle’s fingers. My legs shook as my sudden, unexpected, unplanned orgasm was completely ruined. I hadn’t seen it coming. One second, I was watching Spencer fall apart, the next, I was clenching around nothing as my orgasm peaked yet I got no relief from the feeling since they had removed the stimulation when I needed it most. My clit was throbbing. I fell, just like Spencer, my cheek crashing against Morgan’s warm thigh.

“Their cuffs,” Hotch said pressingly. Morgan reached for his pants that were pooled at his ankles, and he grabbed the key from his pocket, then he handed it off to Hotch. “We’re done with you, baby girl,” he told me. I shook my head. I needed to cum. I had to… I had to cum… Geez, I felt as broken as Spencer looked. “Can you stand?” I shook my head again. “Okay…” He freed my hands and rubbed my wrists to ease the pain from every time I struggled against the metal bondings. “How bad is it?” he asked, taking my leash and gently tugging, a signal that he wanted me to turn around face him. I did so. When he saw my face, he chuckled, and Elle followed shortly, the two of them so impressed by how broken I must have looked. I knew that my hair was a mess, my eyes and bottom lip were pouting, and my legs were still shaking. I looked ridiculous. “That bad, princess?” He stroked his cock at the sight of me.

“Fuck them again like this,” Elle encouraged seductively in his ear. “Both of them on their backs…” she said a little louder so that everyone could hear her. “Taking what we give them.”

Hotch fell in love with the idea, immediately shooing Morgan off the couch so that he could throw me onto it. I yelped as I landed on the cushions. My right thigh was just next to Spencer’s face— so close that I could feel his pants against my skin— and Hotch, Elle, and Morgan were standing just in front of me, licking their hips with lust and hunger in their eyes. Hotch was still running his grip up and down his length at the sight of me.

“Look at the mess we made, bunny.” Morgan reached over and pulled at Spencer’s hair, pulling him upright so that his back was pressed flush against Emily’s chest as she used the new angle to fuck him harder and deeper. Spencer’s engorged penis twitched at the sight of me. My panties were soaked with a mixture of my wetness and cum. “Don’t they look so stupid?”

Spencer nodded while screwing his shut in response to Emily’s cock hitting a new spot inside of him. “Yes, Daddy. They look so good.”

I rolled my hips around, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. My whole body was on fire, and I just needed someone to touch me again. I needed to touch Spencer, which was the worst part, because I knew that they wouldn’t let me, and even if I could, a single touch was going to set him off, and I would’ve felt bad if they ruined him, too.

“You want me, baby?” Hotch teased, gliding his thumbs over my hard nipples through my shirt.

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“You want me to breed you?”

I let out a shaky breath before gulping and nodding. “Yes, Sir.”

He stopped fucking with me and he instead went back to stroking his cock. “I know you want to cum, baby,” he cooed, “but you can’t… Rules are rules.” He started fucking his fist faster. “Good girls get to cum.” His breath was ragged now. “You weren’t good.”

Elle grabbed his face and turned him so that they were suddenly kissing, and he pushed his hand past her pants and panties so that he could press a finger directly against her clit. They moaned together.

“I’m going to cum,” Spencer warned. Morgan was holding his leash taut, forcing Spencer to keep his back against Emily’s chest while she moaned into his neck and left a hundred different hickies. “Please. Please, Mistress.”

“No.”

“I can’t hold it.” He was leaking onto my knee now, that was how close together we were.

“I said, no. You cum, you get caged.”

“Fuck—” What Emily said did the opposite of what she had intended. Instead of deterring him from cumming, the threat of being locked up in a cock cage enticed Spencer, tipping him over the edge that he needed so badly. “I’m cumming!”

Just as his dick started twitching, Elle jumped into action, quickly grabbing my hips and turning me so that Spencer was lined up between my legs, and she pushed my panties to the side. Emily fucked harshly into Spencer as he started cumming. The force of her action jolted Spencer forward, putting his tip directly at my entrance. We both moaned at the feeling. I needed him, and it seemed he needed me, because when he felt how wet I was, his weak, repressed load slowly poured into me. He had tried to hold back. I could tell with how sad his orgasm was and how he was whimpering that he didn’t want to cum. He wanted to be good for them. But Emily fucking him, Morgan trying to choke him with the collar, the cock rings squeezing his penis and swollen balls, and my torture that he was witnessing was all too stimulating to every single one of his senses. He had to cum the same way I had to cum earlier when they denied my orgasm.

Emily stopped fucking him to make sure that the orgasm was shorter and to ensure that he didn’t go any further into me than necessary. They wanted his cum to be inside of me, but that was it. They didn’t want either of us to enjoy it.

Without warning, Hotch grabbed my hips away from Elle, putting me back where I was so that I was facing him, and he thrust into me suddenly, cumming within an instant, too. “Fuck…”

He came much harder than Spencer had because he wanted to give me everything, to fulfill the breeding kink we had. All I felt was the stretch and the warmth of his semen, though, because he refused to thrust to help ride out his high since it would have inevitably pleased me, too, and that wasn’t the point. He wanted me to be full and to get nothing out of it.

When he caught his breath, he pulled out of me slowly. I whined at the loss. “Did you learn a valuable lesson?” he questioned.

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Which was?”

“No cumming without permission. Ever. Under any circumstances. My orgasms don’t belong to me.”

“Good girl. Go clean yourself up in the bathroom then come back for water, a snack, and play with Spencer’s hair.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

I melted at the praise. “Really, Sir? Even though I broke a thousand rules?”

“Even then. You did good.”

Emily got the cuffs off Spencer, and he immediately went to pry off the cock rings, but Morgan slapped his hands away. Spencer stared at me as Morgan started gently pulling off the metal one around his shaft. “Daddy,” he hissed, his eyes clenching shut. Emily and Elle were running their fingers through Spencer’s hair already to help him calm down. “Fuck,” he gasped when it was off. “Thank you.” He then prepared himself as Morgan went to release the tie that was around Spencer’s balls. When the pressure was gone, Spencer slumped, falling somewhat, and we all reached forward to catch him. “Thank you.” Hotch kissed Spencer’s temple and pulled him onto his lap on the couch. “I’m sorry for cumming without permission.”

“We’ll call it even, bunny,” Morgan said, referencing how I had done the same thing. “You and baby did so well.”

Elle grabbed the lotion from Spencer’s bag that he used for aftercare, and she started massaging it between his cheeks as Hotch continued to hold him. “You, too,” she told me while still tending to Spence. I went to sit down, but Emily beat me to it, taking the only spot left beside Hotch, and she patted her hands on her lap. I laid over her the same way Spencer was on Hotch. Our faces were close again.

“May we?” Spencer begged.

“Yes,” Morgan answered.

Just as Elle started using her other hand to massage some lotion onto my ass, Spencer and I started kissing. He tasted so good. It was comforting rather than erotic, and I felt myself slowly easing out of sub space in a way that didn’t let me drop. I hoped that he was okay, too.

I ran my fingers through his curls. “I love you, Spence.”

He kissed me harder before mumbling, “I love you, too.”

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Senseless Kisses

Word Count: 1,632 Alec x reader Oneshot Warnings: Fluff, NSFW

Key: H/C hair - Her Colour hair

NSFW Prompts: 59: “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss / fuck you senseless right now”60: “If you can’t sleep…then how about we have sex?” For @thevolturiarejustbetter

It was an overcast day and Alec was bored in the castle so he got dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a grey hoodie and grabbed the red cloak from the back of his closet; the one he bought a few decades back and attended the annual St. Marcus’ Day festival. Although he wasn’t a fan of humans, he did find it amusing how they celebrated the expulsion of vampires from the city when Castillo Volterra is full of them and ‘Saint Marcus’ is one of the castle’s Kings.

There was a light breeze in the air and it carried the most delicious scent his way and he felt his throat burn a little despite having fed two days before. He followed the scent out of curiosity and it led him a beautiful human girl, she appeared to be about his age, 17 with Y/C hair and the prettiest Y/C eyes he’s ever seen. He smiled to himself for a moment before realising the burning in his throat had dissipated and was replaced with a need to protect her. “Mate” He mumbled low to himself and approached her with caution as she stood and watched the parade. First introductions went well between them and he felt a warm feeling run through him as they talked and enjoyed the rest of the festival.

Alec tried to hate Y/N but he couldn’t as he loved everything about her, the way H/C hair was as soft to touch as it looked, her eyes that sparkle with curiosity at every new thing she sees but what he loved most was the way she looked at him, with love and adoration. She had accepted him for who he was without question and even called him “My little vampire” He growled the first time she said it, that was until she pointed out that he refers to her ‘little human’ “Ok, I’ll give you that” He replied and gave her the softest of kisses.

The more time they spent together he came to realise that he truly loved her with every fibre of his being and found that his little human really did complete him as she was the other half of his soul.

Y/N and Jane got along well too after Jane got over her jealously of having to share her brother with someone else. “I would never want to come between you and Alec, in fact I’d like it if we could be friends. Also, noone knows Alec better than you” Y/N told Jane honestly “That’s true sweetie, I do know him better than anyone and I can see how much he loves you. I’d like to be friends too” Jane said with a smile. Alec was happy when he discovered the two most important people in his life got along as it meant he had someone else he trusted to keep Y/N safe when he wasn’t around. The only other people he trusted apart from the Kings were Demetri and Felix as the two guards seemed rather fond of the little human.

Alec returned to his room after a long day of guard duty and locked his door as it was the only way to keep Felix out as the large guard had seemed to forget the politeness of knocking first before entering someone else’s room. Alec hung his cloak on the stand by the door and removed his shoes “That’s better” He said low as he curled and uncurled his toes on the dark wooden floor of his room.

He turned around and smiled wide at the sight before him “Good evening Alec” Y/N said with a warm smile one that he returned. “You look beautiful my love” Alec said as he walked towards Y/N, who was laying on the bed in their shared room “I’m just wearing a t-shirt” She replied gesturing to the white t-shirt she was wearing, it was baggy on her as she had ‘borrowed’ it from Demetri and not returned it. Alec smiled at her as he sat on the bed beside her “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now” Y/N blushed and took her bottom lip between her teeth and Alec growled low, his eyes darkened a little as his thumb coaxed her lip from between her teeth. He leaned in and gently bit her bottom lip, a low gasp leaving her as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss and he smiled against her lips as he continued to explore her warm mouth. “Give me your tongue sweetheart” He said low as he pulled back, giving her a moment to take a breath before capturing her lips again. Y/N slipped her tongue inside Alec’s mouth and he sucked on her tongue a little before his tongue started to move against hers in a heated kiss. He let his teeth lightly graze over her tongue before deepening the kiss, his tongue winning the fight for dominance. He pulled away and noticed she was breathless this time “What’s my name sweetheart?” He asked “Hmm…oh…er” He smiled ‘mission accomplished’ he thought to himself.

He ran his hand up her leg going under her t-shirt stopping on her hip “Wonder what colour lace you have on?” He whispers in her ear “I’m supposed to be going to sleep” She chuckled lightly “Then why aren’t you?” He purred in her ear “I couldn’t sleep, I tried” She replied looking into his dark red eyes. Alec thought for a moment before smirking at her “If you can’t sleep…then how about we have sex?” “I like that idea” She replied and climbed onto his lap and kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip.

She grinded against him and he let out a low moan and she smiled against his lips. His hands came to rest on her bare thighs and he gently slides them upwards leaving little goosebumps on her skin. She unbuttons his shirt and pushes it aside as she places her hands on his chest, sliding them upwards towards his shoulders, one hand moving to the back of his neck. He breaks the kiss so she can breathe and flips them over so she’s beneath him. He quickly removes his trousers but leaves his boxers on. His hand finds its way to her lace panties and he slips his hand beneath them, fingers caressing her folds gently. A low mewl leaves her lips at his cold touch and she feels him slip two fingers gently inside her curling them ensuring they brush against her inner walls. He pulls his fingers out slightly before sliding them back inside her, gently pumping them in and out of her, curling them every few thrusts “Mmm…Alec” She murmurs and he smiles against her neck “You like my fingers inside you don’t you sweetheart?” She nods and hums in response and feels the knot begin to form low in her abdomen, his fingers brush her walls again coaxing her orgasm to the surface. She grinded against his hand needing that friction “Ahh…I’m so…” “Just relax I’ve got you” He whispered in her ear as his other hand removed her panties just as she came undone for him. Once she had relaxed from her high, he removed his fingers and raised them to his lips and sucked them clean “Mmm…you taste as delicious as you smell” He purred low and watched a blush creep over her cheeks and leant forward to kiss her, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

She ran her hand downwards and palmed him through his boxers “Let me take care of that for you” He shook his head but before she could protest he removed his boxers and taking his hard cock in his hand he slid it between her folds collecting some of her release before he entered her. A soft gasp left her lips and he entered her, filling her completely “I love how you feel inside me Alec” She kissed him “And I love how warm you feel wrapped around my cock sweetheart.” He left a trial of kisses along her jawline and below her ear continuing his way down to her breasts. He cupped one breast and massaged gently, his thumb brushing her nipple and he begin kissing and nipping at her breast and he slowly thrusted in and out of her. He gradually picked up his pace and began thrusting into her faster “Faster Alec…please…” She begged him and he smiled as he took her nipple into his mouth sucking and licking the hardened bud harshly as he started pounding into her faster and harder than before. Holding one leg against his hip he slid inside her deeper hitting a new spot inside her and she cried out his name, not caring who heard her “ALEC.”

He could feel her release was near as was his own and picked up the pace a little continuing the fast and rough tempo he had set. He felt her walls start to flutter around him and after a few more hard thrusts her walls clenched around him as she came for the second time that night, a wave of pleasure running through her, her eyes closing as dots flittered behind her eyelids. He continued to move within her, her warm release pulling him over the edge and he spilled his own release deep inside her. His thrusts slowed as they rode out their highs together.

“I love you Y/N” “I love you too Alec” She replied and held him close for a few moments. “I think we should take a shower my love” She says with a wink “Most definitely” He replies and leads her into the bathroom for some more fun.

#alec volturi #demetri volturi #jane volturi #felix volturi #aro volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi #heidi volturi #santiago volturi #volturi #twilight #alec x reader

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digimonghostgame · 2 years

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The Spider’s Lure 🕷🕸

Holograms, a new technology. In the near future, paranormal phenomena frequently occur. Humans began to refer to them as...Hologram Ghosts.

Dear Tumblr,

I've certainly seen better days than today, seeing as I very nearly became a Digimon's lunch!! I'll explain what led up to that insane situation...Rumors have been going around that a roboticist was building worker robots embedded with advanced AI to make the work of renovating a local mall easier. While showing off his machines and their automated work to a few buisnessmen, something abducted the group and the distant sounds of a creature feasting could be heard...neither the roboticist nor the buisnessmen have been heard from since...the first thing that sprung to my mind was that this could be the work of a Digimon. Little did I know that, very soon, I was about to discover the truth behind this rumor firsthand...

Earlier today, a woman calling herself Sonya Molena visited Hiro in his dorm room. She claimed to know his mother, who works abroad at a nonprofit organization that helps refugees. She knew a lot about Hiro's mother, even the fact that his mother knew about me! Hiro was inclined to believe her given all of that. She then told Hiro about an exhibit being held at a mall, The Menacing World of Insects. She asked Hiro to come visit the exhibit with her, and to invite Kiyo and Ruli to come along with them. Hiro agreed and it was shaping up to be a fun day! When everyone arrived at the mall though, things seemed a bit off...

We entered the mall through an emergency exit that led to an elevator. During the elevator ride, Ruli mentioned that the mall had closed a few years ago and that it was under renovation by worker robots. We started hearing faint breathing noises and saw huge, intricate webbing that looked like it was woven by a spider above our heads! Sonya kept complimenting us on our brains and talking about how this webbing was reminiscent of the neural network found in brains. I found this whole thing unsettling and told her this was creepy... and she thought my thinking was human-like, growing curious about how my brain worked.

Her odd obsession with brains was strange enough, but then she said the best way to evaluate the intelligence of a brain was to...e-eat it...it sent a shiver down my spine and we all gasped...then, out of nowhere, she started shapeshifting, becoming a huge, towering arachnid Digimon right in front of us, with a vicious stare and menacing teeth!! Angoramon chimed in with his Digimon expertise, identifying the Digimon as Archnemon, a Digimon capable of disguising itself as a human! It also possesses a high intelligence! A horde of Dokugumon then began to surround us at her command, putting us in mortal danger as these Digimon are virus Digimon with a deadly venom that can kill Digimon and humans instantly!! We started running away as Archnemon muttered she wanted us to show her our abilities...was this some sort of test...?

Kiyo and Jellymon ran to a nearby doorway leading to the emergency stairs, splitting away from us! They were instantly surrounded by more Dokugumon as we continued to flee!! Angoramon carried Ruli in his arms as he flew away with his ears, and Hiro and I were running alongside them! Unfortunately for us, a wood plank snapped underneath us as we ran, sending us falling to the depths of the mall below!! Ruli and Angoramon fled for their safety, leaving us all separated! Angoramon and Jellymon evolved to defend Kiyo and Ruli, as Hiro and I dusted ourselves off. Luckily for us, we broke our fall on some sandbags. We heard a distant voice call out for help, and as we followed it, we discovered a giant spider web with humans stuck to it!! A buisnessman tied to the web confirmed my fear, telling us a giant spider ate the heads of his colleagues!! The rumors were true, and it really was a Digimon causing these disappearances!! Worst of all, the victims were having their heads ripped off and their brains eaten!!! Hiro shuddered at the thought...before he had much time to dwell on it though, a group of Dokugumon charged at us!! We made a run for it, hoping we could lead them away from the people tied to the webs!

Hiro and I found ourselves surrounded again, and I evolved into Wezen Gammamon to clear the way! Tesla Jellymon and Kiyo noticed cameras and cellphones webbed to the walls while they fought more Dokugumon themselves. It turned out Archnemon was using these to create an array of displays, which showed the camera view from these devices from electricity running through her system of webs! It was almost like a real brain, receiving visual signals from eyes! She was monitoring us and watching our every move this entire time! Just as this realization was made, a Dokugumon landed on me, throwing Hiro off my back as it bit into me!! I wrestled with it, not feeling faint as it seemed to be holding back its venom...this was strange to me, but I didn't give it much thought before I shook the Dokugumon off me and turned back into Gammamon...Kiyo and Ruli ended up completely surrounded again, as Hiro and I heard a cry for help from above...they were definitely in danger!!

I evolved into Kaus Gammamon to find the source of the voice. As I landed on an upper floor of the mall, Hiro and I found ourselves surrounded yet again by a pack of Dokugumon! Unfortunately for us, they were done playing around, and they sprayed us with webbing!! I blacked out after the webbing hit me...I don't remember anything after that...that was, until I started hearing Hiro's voice shriek in panic...I started gaining more consciousness as I felt Archnemon’s hand touching the back of my head, and her vile breath hitting my face...I began processing the situation I was in, and became stricken with panic as I realized...SHE WAS ABOUT TO TEAR MY HEAD OFF AND EAT IT!!! I couldn't let this happen!! I had to protect Hiro, it was my duty to, as his little brother!! But to protect Hiro, I had to protect myself first...nothing else we tried made even the slightest dent in her Dokugumon army...and she had been devouring innocent people, decapitating them alive, all this time...someone had to put a stop to this...even if that someone had to be...

GULUS GAMMAMON!!! I gave into the darkness as a last ditch effort to save my friends and the other innocent people on Archnemon’s menu...she saw my transformation as nothing but a cherry on top of her meal...there was no redeeming a Digimon like her, no possibility of convincing her to change her ways. I told her to eat up and have her fill...and as she opened up her mouth, I punched my fist in it!! If she wanted something to eat, I'd give her something to eat!! I served her a Desdemona on a silver platter!!! The dark flames bellowing from my hand incinerated her from the inside out, leaving her crumbling away into digital dust...after her death, the webbing that tied everyone up shattered. Angoramon and Jellymon carried the gang to safety, lowering them to the ground floor of the mall. Hiro and I locked eyes as I stated "it's not time yet"...as for what I was referring to? I can't for the life of me remember...it seems the Gulus Gammamon side of me knows more than I do myself...

As the humans abducted by Archnemon were escorted out of the mall on stretchers by ambulance staff, Hiro received a message on his phone from his mother about her friend Sonya arriving in Japan soon, and that she'd like Hiro to show her around. It seemed Archnemon had impersonated the real Sonya. How did she manage to dig up so much information on Hiro? Now that she's dead, I guess we'll never know...I'm still exhausted from my stint as Gulus Gammamon today, on top of everything else that happened. Thankfully though, I had enough energy left after arriving home to Hiro's dorm room to write this. If things played out a little differently today, I might not have come home at all...it's a thought that scares me a lot. Also, what did I mean by "it's not time yet"? And why is the answer locked out of my brain when I'm not Gulus Gammamon? Perhaps I'll find out in due time...or maybe not. I seem to be at the will of my darker self on this one...I'm going to continue documenting my future adventures, but I think I've written enough tonight. I'm going to enjoy some champion before bed and thank the heavens I didn't get decapitated today...I suppose what doesn't kill you makes you stronger? That's one way to look at it I guess.

Yours truly, Gammamon

#digimon #ghost #game #dokugumon #archnemon #gammamon #kausgammamon #wezengammamon #gulusgammamon #angoramon #symbareangoramon #jellymon #teslajellymon #hiro amanokawa #ruli tsukiyono #kiyoshiro higashimitarai

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purplerose244 · 2 years

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Me telling my boyfriend stuff about the Arcane LoL series Part 2

Here's the first one

Since I had fun writing the other, people seemed to have fun reading it and I had a pretty long phone call with my BF yesterdat about the following three episodes of Arcane that keeps being amazing... WHY THE HECK NOT 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Here goes! 😊

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Me: Do you remember where we were at?

Boyfriend: Yeah I'm good, no need for recap

Me: Well now there is a time skip of a few years and the new episode takes place at an Expo like situation in Piltover called Day of Progress

Boyfriend: ...

Boyfriend: That's a stupid name

***

(Cue him stating that it is a stupid name every time I mention it 😂)

***

Me: First time Jinx!

Boyfriend: Baby!

Me: No no, she's like a teen now I think?

Boyfriend:

Boyfriend: Grown up baby!

***

Me: She kinda freaks the freak out when she sees this girl with pink hair, so one thing led to another and... she kills her

Boyfriend: What

Boyfriend: But

Boyfriend: Murder is illegal

Me:

Me: WHAT

Me: IN THE LOL UNIVERSE TOO

Boyfriend: YE

Me: OMG

Boyfriend: I KNOW

***

(yeah we act dumb like that 😅)

***

Me: Are there, like, tiny fluffy creatures into the League of Legends universe? I saw one walking around, very adorable

Boyfriend: ?

Boyfriend: You know Heimerdinger already

Me: No no, smaller and white-

Boyfriend: AAHH

Boyfriend: THEY PUT THE POROS

Boyfriend: THE TONGUE

Me: THE TONGUE

Me: I WANT ONE

Boyfriend: THEY EXPLODE INTO MORE POROS IF YOU GIVE THEM TOO MANY COOKIES

Me: I WANT ONE HARDER

Me: Viktor almost hit one with a laser

Boyfriend:

Boyfriend: HOW DARE HE

***

Me: Jayce and Viktor want to present their new invention at the speech given to the people of Piltover but professor Heimerdinger is against it since it doesn't seem safe

Boyfriend: Doesn't he remember what happened last time he asked Jayce not to do something?

Me: You don't have all the facts

Boyfriend: Which are?

Me: He actually listens this time

Boyfriend: *surprised pikachu noises*

***

Boyfriend: I know nothing about these new episodes except that there is one very nice gay shit scene happening apparently?

Me: Eheheh

Me: One?

Boyfriend:

Boyfriend: WELL OKAY

***

Me: Basically to show that she's worthy of being in Silco's team Jinx decides to make a building explode

Boyfriend: Yeah that sounds like something Jinx would do

Me: Also she's having the occasional PTSD hitting hard and probable schizophrenic moments along the way

Boyfriend:

Boyfriend: Yeah that sounds like something Jinx would have

***

Me: Caitlyn goes to the prison to speak with the witness of the latest crime, only to discover he got his jaw smashed during an assault

Me: From another prisoner

Me: Who seems to hate the people of that gang

Boyfriend:

Me:

Boyfriend(laughs): Well gee, I think I might have a theory on this one

***

Me: Vi is so cool

Boyfriend: Vi is so cool

Me: Blah blah look at my robot arm

Me: Blah blah you've never learned patience

Me: WHO NEEDS PATIENCE WHEN YOU'RE FREAKING VI

***

Me: Ah, she also calls Caitlyn cupcake!

Boyfriend: Lol actually in the game Caitlyn has a move where she puts a cupcake onto a bear trap on the ground

Boyfriend: I doubt it's a reference

Boyfriend:

Boyfriend: I'm taking it as a reference

***

Me:

Boyfriend:

Me:

Boyfriend: ... you found out about Viktor bein-

Me(crying): YES I FOUND OUT ABOUT VIKTOR BEING TERMINALLY ILL AND YOU FREAKING KNEW IT

Boyfriend: What did you expec-

Me(crying): HOW COULD YOU

Boyfriend: Everyone knows in the fand-

Me(crying): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

***

Me: Heimerdinger is forced to retire

Boyfriend: Nooooooo

Me: Huh

Me: I expected a bigger reaction

Boyfriend: I like him and I'm sad for him... but when I used to play he was kind of a pain to be against with so yeah, we kinda have bad history him and me

Boyfriend:

Boyfriend: Poor professor Fluffy though

Me: Poor professor Fluffy indeed

***

Me: So Viktor decides to get help and goes back to that one dude he knew from his childhood, one that studied mutations

Boyfriend: ... mutations?

Me: Ye?

Boyfriend: The guy's bald?

Me: Ye?

Boyfriend: One white eye?

Me: Ye?

Boyfriend(inhales): Oh boy, here he comes.

Me: ... ye?

#arcane is so good #having a blast #bf's happy I'm liking it #he really likes riot's animation choices #so anyway #lol #arcane league of legends #league of legend #arcane #arcane spoilers #spoilers #arcane lol

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willowbleedsonpaper · 3 years

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Winter In The Shade V

Part V

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2913

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius’ fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter’s. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: None (?)

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“Anything I need to know for the party?” you asked Regulus as you two entered the charms classroom, both sitting in your usual spot while waiting for the rest of the students and the professor to arrive “You know, colors?” you said, raising an eyebrow “Do you want to get matching outfits? Should I be ready to leave at midnight before our carriage turns back into a pumpkin?”

“Pumpkin?” he asked, confused.

“Nevermind.” you waved a dismissive hand in his way, remembering he didn’t even know what a T.V. was. “What I mean is, this party's going to be the last time we see each other for weeks! We need to make it special so I can go back to the memories when the bitter reality hits me and you're not there.” you finished, letting out a dramatic sigh as you placed the back of your hand over your forehead.

Regulus looked at you with concern “Are you being dramatic or serious? I can’t tell.” he asked.

You narrowed your eyes, letting your performance fall as you flew a piece of hair out of your face “You’re not fun.” you grunted “And just so you know, I am being serious.”

“It’s only two weeks, Y/N.” he reminded you “You’ll survive.” He was met with silence, turning to look at you and the angry pout of your lips. He let out a long sigh “You have lived most of your life without me, what’s two weeks?” he asked.

You scoffed, letting your jaw fall as you crossed your arms “I don’t know, you cold hearted man. Maybe two weeks of boredom?” you said, watching as his eyes turned into one of disbelief “Torture.” you added “What am I supposed to do with two weeks by myself?” you asked him.

“What did you do before we became friends?”

Your brain froze at his question, both mind and eyes blank as you stared into the void. Regulus calling your name brought you back and your face turned sour as your eyes focused back on the raven haired boy before you “You are no good influence.” you mumbled sourly.

“Pardon?” he asked, his eyebrows scrunched together as he placed his book down, his attention completely on you.

“Since that day you hit me in the head my entire life revolves around you!” you whispered yelled, watching his shoulders relax as he tilted his head “And don’t try to deny it, we both know it's true.” you said, starting to pick up your things and shoving them inside your bag.

“What are you doing?” he asked, never trying to stop you and instead handing you the things you had placed on his side of the table.

“I, “ you said, placing a hand in your chest as you stood from your chair, looking down at him “am taking space from you. You have consumed my entire life.” you hissed, the urges to laugh coming through as a small smile broke through you every now and then.

Regulus watched you walk a few feet from where he sat, patiently staring at the back of your head with a small smirk “Y/N.” he called, his voice steady and calm “We have class, remember?”

You stopped, sharply turning to face him again from the front of the classroom. You purse your lips, glancing between the door and Regulus. You gave up in the end, letting your shoulders fall and dragging your bag all over the floor until you reached your chair again, falling into it.

Regulus bent down from his chair to pick up your bag from the ground, placing it on the table as he turned to look at you with a small smile “If it makes you feel better,” he said, breaking the silence that had fallen in the classroom “You have consumed my entire life as well.”

Your face broke from the bothered look you had put on, swinging your head so you would be looking at Regulus “It does,” you smiled “We’re attached to the hip.” you said, moving your chair so you would be next to him.

“That’s why we are spending the winter break separate.” he told you, his arm resting around your shoulder “So we don’t get bored and before we end up killing one another.”

You chuckled lightly “The thought had crossed my mind.” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder “That doesn’t mean it won't be difficult to be away from you. You’re my best friend.”

A silence fell all over the room and took you into it, pondering over the fact that a couple of months before you didn’t even acknowledge the existence of the other. You thought fate was funny in that way, friends you made on the first days after starting your life at Hogwarts were now strangers that glared at you from the opposite side of the Great Hall at dinner, people you knew your entire life now strangers you barely knew how to start a conversation with, even greeting them represented a challenge; friends you thought would be there for the rest of your life were now gone.

You had met Regulus months ago and you couldn’t imagine your life without him, and that scared you. The feeling of not being friends with him, of not knowing if you would ever see him again broke your heart and filled you with dread. Sure, you were spending two weeks apart but you knew you would see him once the holidays were over. The thought of losing someone had never made your stomach twist and your heart race quick the way it did when you thought about losing Regulus.

“I think that’s the beauty of us.” he said, capturing your attention immediately “Time is not the core of our friendship, it’s something else.”

You smiled, relaxing against his side as you hummed “Like what?” you asked.

“I don’t know.” he answered honestly “But I will like to find out.”

“Hmm, me too.” you sighed, another peaceful silence taking over the room “Promise me you’ll write.” you said out of the blue, his chuckle vibrating all over his body and through yours.

“You’ve made me promise I’ll write a thousand times now.”

“I don’t mean just these two weeks. Anytime you need something, that we’re away from each other, or if you just saw someone falling and it reminded you of me just… just promise me you’ll write.”

With his heart skipping a beat, Regulus couldn’t believe the words that had just left your mouth, his gaze falling at the top of your head. Never would have he thought you would be scared of him leaving, that you would be scared of losing him as he is of losing you. In his eyes you were so confident, so sure of what you do every single time, you had lost all our friends and because of what. Because of you, he reminded himself.

“I promise.”

Your mouth was left with a bittersweet taste after charms class. It wasn’t every day that you and Regulus got that deep in your conversations. Usually, the matters you talked about were more sarcastic and almost on the humorous side of the aspects of your life; school work and competitions was common as you spent at least an hour of your day glued to the chairs from the library. Deep emotional conversation was just unknown. You knew Regulus didn’t like it, and yet he seemed to be the most comfortable out of the two of you. He might be your best friend but Rowena Ravenclaw knows, you’ll never fully understand him. You’ve made peace with that.

It was the older Black brother you had trouble with.

Charm class was the last one for the day, Regulus having an extra class he worked on late at night that left you with hours for you to exist by yourself. Something you silently thanked as you walked outside the Great Hall after dinner.

Standing on your toes, you moved your gaze over the sea of heads that flowed from the Great Hall, all the chat and laughter making you snap your head in every direction that sounded slightly similar to the one you searched for. The green and yellow of the robes stood out the most, your eyebrows scrunched together as you lowered yourself to your usual height. You started to move, following the students as you held tightly onto your bag. “Where are all the Gryffindors?” you asked inside your head. And that’s when you saw it, the flaring red from Gryffindor robes as they all ran and cheered down the hills. The Quidditch pitch.

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Sirius and James had led the Quidditch team to the pitch, their loud cheers and whistles enough to draw the attention of the entire team and drag them down to an unplanned practice. Although they referred to it as a small game to celebrate Friday night, Sirius knew James wanted them to practice.

They were all in the air as soon as they crossed the lines drawn on the grass to mark the limits of the pitch, bags and school work scattered in the ground without a care. Peter and Remus sat on the grass, chatting calmly as they watched their friends play.

“Hey, Remus.” Peter asked, getting a hum from Remus as he never broke his gaze from the Quaffle, “Do you think Sirius likes Y/N?” he asked with the shake of his head.

Remus let out a laugh, head thrown back in the air as he got a few looks from the players “Was it ever a question?” he asked back, turning to Peter.

Peter laughed, the small chuckle dying down as he stared at one single point in the distance “Yeah, that wasn’t really my question.” he said, their hair flying to their faces as the two seekers rushed in front of them after the snitch. They blinked back, following the game without actually paying attention. “Do you think Y/N likes Sirius?”

Remus’ attention broke from the Quaffle, his look thoughtful as he considered it. What were the chances Y/N liked Sirius? Not many, he thought to himself. “I don’t know.” he answered “If I had to guess I’d say no.”

Peter smiled, his eyes scanning the air as he smirked in James’ direction, the act capturing the Captains’ attention as he followed Peter’s gaze “I think she does.” Peter said confidently, “I actually think she was in the crowd tonight.”

“Right.” Remus scoffed.

“Want to bet?” Peter asked, an eyebrow raised in his direction as he extended his hand towards him.

Remus nodded, clasping his hand in Peter’s as he shook it.

The match lasted a good two hours. Both sides of the Gryffindor team started the game as a playful practice that now had them at each other's throats like the red in their robes had turned green at some point during the game. James yells and instructions could be heard over the commotion of the crowd and the team, the tension palpable in the air as the players flew in the air at top speed. They were flashes of red in the eyes of the crowd. In the end, James’ side of the team won. The entire team flying down from their brooms with grins plastered in their faces.

Peter had jumped to his feet as he saw Sirius lowered himself until he walked on the grass, the smirk permanent on his lips as he walked to greet his friends. “Great game.” Peter said, giving a subtle nod in James’ direction as the smirk he had was mirrored in James’ face. Peter patted Sirius in the back as he was in proximity, his hand holding his shoulder as he leaned on his side “Pulling you best moves for the ladies, huh?” he asked.

Sirius laughed, nodding his head when James walked next to them, nudging Peter’s side knowingly.

“Or should we say Lady?” James asked, wiggling his eyebrows in his direction.

Sirius' face fell, his lips in a line as he recognized the glint in his friends eyes. They didn’t.

“Sirius.” he heard you say, his confused look erased in the blink of an eye as he put on his best smile, turning on his place.

“Hello, darling.” he said, his tone flirtatious.

You smiled briefly, your eyes wandering over all his friends standing too close behind him with expectant eyes. “Hi.” you said to them, all three immediately a mumbling mess as they turned and pretended to fall into deep conversation. You almost wanted to laugh, but you focused on the task at hand “Can I talk to you?” you asked, looking straight into his eyes.

His smile fell momentarily, nodding his head as he made a sign to his friends, who only smiled tightly.

“You little shit.” He heard Remus hiss, making Sirius turn to see James holding Remus back, a smug looking Peter running as fast as he could once Remus got free.

He shook his head with a laugh before he focused on you, following you to a more quiet place, the buzz from the people left behind as you turned to face him “Are you alright?” he asked as soon as you stopped walking.

You let out a breathy laugh “I’m okay.” you assured him, your eyes remaining on him for a second before you recovered your voice, “I wanted to talk about this.” you turned to your side, rummaging through your bag until your fingers felt the soft material of the box, pulling it out and holding it for him to see “You can’t do this.”

He had a confused look on his face, the smirk he usually wore coming back as quickly as it fell “You’re giving me back a rose?” he asked.

You blushed, suddenly feeling stupid for wanting to give it back “No… I mean, yes!” you mumbled, cheeks darker by the second “It’s not the rose, it’s the act.”

“You want me to take back...my actions?”

“I need you to stop.”

He nodded in thought, leaning against one of the wooden posts. He held himself back from teasing you and the red in your cheeks, or the fact that you said need. The only thought in his mind was that you didn’t actually want him to stop.

“So that means you won’t be going to the party with me?” he asked, a fake pout in his lips.

“I have a date.” you said, crossing your arms over our chest.

“You do?” he asked, his back straight as he mirrored your stance.

You ignored his reaction, taking a confident step towards him. You reached for his hand, holding his palm out to you as you placed the box there. “Please, just stop.” you whispered, the volume of your voice enough for him to listen as you stood so close to one another.

He closed his hand over the box, his free hand taking a hold of your wrist as he held it back to his chest, the movement making you stand closer to him “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his eyes looking directly at yours before his gaze roamed all over your face expectantly.

Your heart started to beat hard inside your chest, your feet rooted to the floor as you stood frozen under his eyes. He tilted his head, his thumb moving over the skin in your arm “Do you?” he repeated.

His skin felt warm against yours, the feeling sending electricity all over your arm before it woke you. You shook your hand out of his grasp, taking a step back with wide eyes “That is what I’m asking you. Yes.” you said shakily, holding your arm against your chest.

He tried to suppress his smile, he really tried but in the end he broke in a grin. “I’ll stop.” he stated, looking down to his palm before he connected your eyes once more “I only ask for one thing.”

He didn’t expect you to stay and listen, your jaw clenched as your look turned into a glare “What is it?” you asked harshly.

“Save me one dance.” he said, his voice soft and rid of any teasing or amusement.

“Right.” you scoffed, turning your face to the sky in disbelief. But you were met with silence, making your arms fall at your sides with a questioning look “You’re serious.” you asked, watching the glint in his eyes light up as he smiled. He opened his mouth to talk but you cut him off, lifting one finger right in front of his face “I swear to Godric Gryffindor if you make a joke you’ll be dancing by yourself.” you said harshly.

He bit the insides of his cheeks, letting himself feel the flutter of his heart at the simple gesture of you stopping his joke, like you knew him already. “Do you accept my offer, then?” he asked, offering his hand.

Your eyes lowered to his hand doubtfully “Do you promise you’ll stop?”

He nodded his head softly and you sighed, taking his hand.

What you didn’t expect was the squeak that left your lips as he took hold of your hand, holding it to his lips as he placed a short kiss over your knuckles.

“I’ll see you then, Y/n.” he told you, turning on his place as he went back to the pitch.

“See you.” you mumbled to yourself, staring at him and cursing him for the hurricane of thoughts left in his place. That didn’t go as planned.