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iliketangerines · 2 months

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he's just a little mean

pairing: mean!dom!raiden x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, spanking, slapping, degradation kink, praise kink, nipple play, choking, dumbification, improper use of electricity, blowjobs

i think that Raiden would be soft and sweet when you first get together and have sex: soft kisses and hand-holding the entire time, whispering sweet-nothings into your ear

but after a while, he starts getting rougher and meaner, whispering dirty things into your ear and edging you a little bit longer and digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave faint bruises

when the both of you are secure in your relationship, especially after he goes to Kuai Liang to harness his anger, he lets loose, he’s like that one trope: the quietest ones are always the freakiest

he sucks deep and dark hickeys in your neck and chest, relishing in your small whimpers of pleasure and pain as he rolls your nipples between his fingertips roughly, pinching and pulling until they’re red and puffy

he’ll trap your hips underneath his arms, thick and corded with muscle from farming and training, and prevent you from squirming away from his touch as he leaves little kisses and nibbles on your pussy lips

he’ll tease you for what feels like forever, not satisfied until he can hear you sniffling and sobbing from the edging, and then he’ll suck harshly at your clit, maybe even slapping at it roughly to hear you let out a little yelp

he relishes in your whimpers as you try and get away from the stimulation as he presses his fingers directly into that spot that sends stars flashing in your eyes and sucks on your clit, causing you to cum over and over again on his fingers and tongue

if you squirm too much, he slaps at your thigh harshly or bites into the sensitive flesh of the inside of your thighs to discipline you, usually it makes you flinch and it gives him an excuse to keep on slapping and biting your legs

on one notable occasion, he kept slapping at your clit harshly, just watching your pussy clench around nothing and hearing you cry out in pain

if you really wanted it to stop, you would say your safe word, but it never appears and so he keeps on going

Raiden, once he’s had enough of tasting your cunt, he’ll pull you off the bed to kneel before him and slap at your face, laughing at how dazed you look and the tears tracks on your cheeks

he’ll slap your dick against your cheek, telling you to open your mouth and then slapping the tip of his cock on your head.

he’ll let you go at your pace at first, letting you suckle at the tip and lick him from base to tip slowly, little grunts escaping from him as the hold he has on your hair grows tighter

he’ll degrade the hell out of you, calling you his little slut, talking about how well this whore takes his cock, how you’re his personal cocksleeve, and you can only whine around his dick

eventually, he takes control and just fucks your face, listening to the way you gag and gurgle around his cock and watching as you press your legs together for some friction

he kicks your legs open, forcing you to let your wetness to drip and pool on the floors

when he gets close, he shoves your head down, your nose buried in the base of curls and has your throat warm his cock

he’ll pull your head off after what feels like forever, only letting you get a single shaky breath in before shoving your head back down onto his cock

when you’re nice and light-headed, he’ll throw you onto the bed

sometimes you’re ass up, and he’ll press a firm hand into the small of your back, forcing you to arch deeply for him and tease you a bit, letting the head of his dick catch on your pussy and rub against your clit

he’ll have you beg for his dick before he even thinks about putting it in

when he does, he’ll set a hard and fast pace, slapping at your ass hard enough to leave an imprint and digging his fingertips so deeply into your hips, the bruises will haunt you for weeks

he’ll reach under your hips and rub at your clit and send jolts of electricity through it to hear you moan and whimper and will somehow get even faster when he feels you clench around him

other times, you’ll be on your back, and he’ll throw your legs over his wide shoulders and use one of his hands to keep your wrists above your head

maybe he’ll use his free hand to pinch at your nipples, relishing in your whimpers, or sometimes he’ll choke you, keeping you on the edge of losing consciousness or maybe he’ll use his free hand to rub your clit harshly, pinching at the sensitive nub until you’re crying

the entire time though in either position, he’s whispering the dirtiest things to you, how you take his cock so well, how you must be such a whore to enjoy being hit, how he’ll keep you as his personal cocksleeve, how you’re such a brat for needing his dick all the time, etc.

he also always makes sure to angle his hips just right to hit that sweet spot and hear your sweet whimpers and whines spill from your lips

he’ll tell you about his future plans, how he’ll leave you to cockwarm him as he finishes up paperwork, how he’ll tie you up and leave you wet and needy all day, how he’ll bring the others to also fuck you because you would love just being a stupid sex toy, you wouldn’t need to think, you’d just be a consort, a stress relief toy for everyone

only when you’ve come on his cock enough times, which varies by the day, then he’ll come inside of you, letting his seed coat your walls and staying inside of you for a few minutes

if you’re an angel, he’ll let you come as many times as you want, mixing a bit more praise into his dirty talk, and kissing you sweetly even as he fucks into you harshly

but if you’ve been a brat, he’ll spank you until you’re a sobbing mess and then have you ride him, simply resting his hands on your waist and letting you do all the work, even when you get tired and beg him to please help because you can’t reach your own orgasm by yourself

his words are mixed with much more degradation, calling you a dirty whore and how you’re such a needy slut for touching yourself without his permission

he won’t even think about touching your clit, he’ll touch everywhere else, biting into your neck harshly, slapping your tits and your ass, pinching harshly at your nipples, shocking you with his newfound electricity powers, choking you and letting go just before you blackout, but he’ll neglect your puffy clit, won’t give into the tearful pleads for him to please touch you there

Raiden will also just pull out of you, just as you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm, and cum on your face but he won’t bring you to a release and leaves you needy and whiny for the whole week for disobeying him

whether or not you’ve been an angel or a brat, he’ll take care of you afterwards, rubbing lotion into your red skin, making sure you drink water and eat something, and wiping away the release on your cunt with a damp rag carefully

he’ll cuddle with you afterwards, brush away your tears, and ask if everything was okay and if he went too far or not

#tangerine writes #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mk #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mk x you #mk smut #raiden x reader #raiden x you #raiden smut #raiden mk1 #raiden #mk1 raiden

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athena-swords · 8 months

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🤎💚🤎💚Pick A Card🤎💚🤎💚

Disclaimer:This reading is not set in stone please take what resonates with you and leave what doesn't.

The connection You always waited for coming to you+orcale message you REALLY need to hear

Pile 1. Pile 2.

Pile 3.

Pile 1

The connection coming to you:

Hii pile one hope so this reading makes you feel uplifted for the upcoming future let's start then okay so from quite sometime you guys might have been stuck with the same old group of folks and felt quite stagnant socially.But there is a new beginning in your career or like joining new school where you will find your the 'girl's girl' and you will have 2 to3 prominent people with whom you will connect on a soul level

This friendship can start from a group project like dance music debate anything just know their will be lots of emotional fulfillment coming into your life

Orcale messages for you:

1.Older women: dealings or relationship with an older woman

2.Arrow:you are on the right path regarding some aspect of your life

3.knot: unsuccessful plans

4.handshake:A meeting with a stranger is important

5.lobster: Financial pinch

6.Forest:muddled,unclear thinking

Extra: carriage:a journey either physically or mentally

Pile 2

Ok pile 2 first to bring all the abundance in your life love you have to work on your self esteem the negative talks impact your self more than you think so darling.When you will enter in your lucky girl syndrome era you are gonna attract your a romantic partner for yourself and the universe is telling you that if you are wishing now for it know that you have to know your worth otherwise people are gonna step on you babe anyways this connection will soon come after you will have a self awakening moment and will start enjoying the little things in life.

So cheer up babe we have got this I see a great life for you ahead .So I came back after reading your orcale deck guys if you have been thinking of joining a school course or learning anything that you wanted to do for a long time so pleaseee go for to ok and do tell me in comments

Orcale messages:

1.knot: unsuccessful plans

2.Lily: spiritual love

3.Lion:time to act

4.Desk: pay attention to your work

5.Four leaf clover:good luck

6.:staff:you would be taken care of in the difficult time

Pile 3

Heyy pile 3 you might think that why people hurt you so much and you just feel very .... lonely most of the time so I see the connection you are bringing in for yourself is with finding YOU and cherishing every bit of it you could have been a bit of people pleaser and a black sheep but I am seeing you putting lots of efforts in developing and building confidence in your being please nurture your inner child and heal I see butterfly could be significant for some of you

Go gurls you all gonna have a massive glow up due to the inner work you all will be going to do adios btw the next chapter is exciting and full of roller coaster ride .

Please go and check out pile 1 if you wanted to

Orcale messages:

1. Archway:new opportunities, possibilities and paths opening up

2. Lightening: control your anger or you will be sorry

3.Hat:you will be playing a different role

4.older women: dealings or relationship with an older woman

5.August

6.lobster: financial pinch

Please like and reblog I believe this pac is gonna be for specific group as the messages were too specific please take care and enjoy

Har Har Mahadev

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remiratboi · 4 months

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TW: CNC, Gun kink, Threat of Death, Fear kink, Gaslighting kink.

MINORS/CISHET DNI

Decided to try some longer form writing. Let me know what you think! If you like it, maybe I’ll write other things 🤷🏼

Contains: BDSM, cnc, fear kink, threat of death, bondage, gaslighting kink, gun kink, handjob, forced orgasm, mind break, ftm sub, NB dom, gender neutral, t4t, little bit of worship kink, praise, degradation, sort of choking

Language used: they, he, him, cunt, pussy, asshole, clit/(t)dick, clit/(t)cock, slut, pathetic, baby, good boy, my pet, partner, (i was specifically vague about the wording around what actions were being done to the clit/(t)cock or dick because then it’s applies to whatever you’d like to imagine or if you are maybe post surgery or using tools, etc.)

“Want to play Russian roulette?” Your partner says smoothly while running their fingertips down your naked back. You’re tied to the bed frame, on your stomach, legs and arms trapped in the harnesses you keep there. You yank your head up and try to look at them behind you. They are standing between your legs now, off the bed, where you can’t see them.

“Russian roulette?” You ask, confused. “Like, the gun game?”

You hear your partner moving around. “Yeah. But sexy.” They reply playfully.

Your throat gets thick at the way their voice sounds. “Oh, so like an empty gun?” You ask, lowering your head back to the pillow

You hear a few clicking noises you can’t place at first. Until the clicking stops after only 5 clicks, and is followed by the sound of a revolver spinning. “No, real Russian roulette” your partner responds and you whip your head back up.

You feel the bed sink slightly. Something cold and metallic presses up against your pussy. You make a choked garble as you instinctively yank on your bindings, and arch your back, trying to get away from the metal pushing into you.

“The only difference,” your partner continues casually, their voice dripping like warm chocolate “is that I’m not holding the gun against your head.”

The gun clicks.

You scream, your body spasming in a frantic, feral attempt to escape. You’re sobbing already, before you realize you’re still alive and unharmed. Your partner is slowly pushing the gun into your now dripping cunt.

“What the fuck!” You shout when you compose yourself a little bit. You pull, HARD on the wrist cuffs and try to get them off.

“What baby?” They purr, the trigger guard pressing into your clit/(t)dick now. The gun bottoms out in you, and they start pulling it back out at the same, agonizingly slow pace.

“Stop! Let me out!” You practically shout, the anger in you boiling now. You can’t believe they would do that, even as a joke. “Right now!” You pause the tugging and look over your shoulder expecting to see them pulling away from you.

They aren’t.

The gun clicks again.

Your vision blacks out for a second. You might have screamed, you don’t know. Your throat is dry and crackling. This time tears aren’t the thing that pulls you back. This time it’s your partner fucking you, hard and fast. With the gun.

A moan rips from your lips before you can stop it. You can hear how wet you are. The gun slides easily in and out of your soaked pussy. The trigger guard slamming into your clit with each downward thrust. The pain and pleasure pushes another moan out of you.

“I don’t think you really want me to let you out.” Your partner teases. They thrust in, extra hard that time. You exhale heavily at the force.

You start to whine back a response when the gun clicks again. And then again.

You repeat a combination of both previous reactions, black passes over your brain for a moment as you scream. The scream devolves into heaving sobs.

“Four” your partner states. Their voice sounding cold now. You open your eyes and realize the lamp that had been on, is now off. The room is pitch black. All you can think about, all you can feel, the only sensation as it takes over your mind is the gun, slamming now, in and out of your drenched, sloppy cunt.

You feel the edge starting to rise up in front of you. That slow pressure deep in the pit of you. You can feel it building. Rising up with each pound in and out. In and out. You’re screaming and crying and begging. Incoherent and desperate. You aren’t sure when you started moaning in between cries, but you are now.

The gun clicks.

You blackout fully this time. Just for one moment. The world stops. A split second later you’re back and your partner is laughing callously.

“Five.” They chuckle. “You slut! You wouldn’t believe how tight you got that time.” They slow down the pumping, but don’t stop. They start doing long slow pulls. All the way out, not even the tip in. Then all the way back in and grinding the trigger guard against your clit.

You’re moaning unabashedly now, tears and drool and snot running down your face, the pillow a mess. “Pl-“ you try to say, “please”

“Please what, baby?” Your partner feigns concern. “Do you want me to stop?” They ask. You whine and squirm in response. You honestly don’t know even know which you are answering with, yes or no.

“I’m not going to stop.” They state, the faked concern turning to cruelty. “I’m going to fuck you, with this loaded gun, until you cum all over it like the pathetic cockslut you are.” They slam the gun in and out two times, punctuating their sentence. Then they stop. You feel the guns weight change as its handle twists in you and the whole thing falls down and out of you onto the bed. The bed shifts. Your partner walks around to look down at you.

You imagine what you must look like. Tear stained, snot and saliva mixed in your hair. You think about how wet and messy your cunt is. How desperate you look. You feel like a pathetic cockslut. You look up at them in the darkness. Your eyes have adjusted apparently. They stand, illuminated by the moonlight from your bedroom window.

Even in this moment. In this terrible, terrifying, embarrassing moment. Even in this moment, they are radiance. You look up at them in awe. You feel a fresh rush of fluids in your already drenched pussy. Your chest tightens in symmetry as their jaw tightens, while they gaze out the window at the moon.

They turn to look back at you and lean down, eye to eye. Their beauty in this moment stuns and frightens you. The light filtering in from the window casts dark shadows at this angle.

“And while you’re cumming on this loaded gun that you begged me to take out of you.” They lean in close. You can feel their breath on your lips. Honey and spice. Sweet and dangerous. You can’t help but melt at their words, degrading as they were.

“I’m going to pull the trigger for number 6” they state. Their eyes locking yours. You try to look away but can’t.

The fear building in you now isn’t a screaming or crying or pleading type thing. It’s a cold, slow, ruthless frost, eating its way through your mind to your very soul. Devouring everything you’ve ever been, your life, your memories. This bone chilling fear.

Your partner chuckles darkly. “What a pretty look in your eyes.” They muse. “Ready?” They tease, cocking an eyebrow.

You squeeze your eyes shut and push your face into the pillow. You push down the desire to react, again. You let the frost burn away that anger. You focus only on one thing.

You can not cum.

No matter what you want, or feel or think, you cannot allow yourself to cum. Don’t think about the gun that’s now slowly starting to move in and out of your desperate cunt. Don’t think about the smooth honey-spice taste of your partners lips. Don’t think about their lips on your clit/(t)cock, or their eyes looking up at you from that position. Don’t think about anything.

Just. Don’t. Cum.

You feel their long, attentive fingers around your clit/(t)dick. The gun is thrusting in and out, quickly but long and deep. They turned the handle so the trigger guard digs into your asshole every time now instead. You honestly don’t mind it that much. The stimulation feels kind of nice there.

Focus

Your partners fingers play you like a well loved instrument. It’s only moments before your can feel the edge building again.

“No, no, nonono, noooooo” you try to beg but the “nos” quickly turn into coos.

“Come on, baby.” Your partner purrs again. “Don’t you want to cum? It would feel so good.” They goad.

“Please.” You whimper. The edge looms over you. The darkness and the gun, the trigger guard and their fingers are all you think about. All you can focus on.

I’m going to die

Is the last thought you have before the wall breaks in front of you and you’re screaming.

“Six.” Your partner growls.

The gun clicks for the 6th time.

You’re cumming and screaming and crying. Your body is writhing on the bed. You can’t feel anything but you can also feel everything. You don’t know what’s real and what isn’t. Your pussy spasms violently as another wave crests over you. Your partners fingers still working your clit/(t)cock. You feel alive. You feel dead.

“Good boy.” You hear and cling to that one spot of reality. It’s your anchor. You heard them. That was real. That was alive. That was living.

Your throat was raw, and another sob ripped through it. “Please.” You said, broken up into heaves. You start feeling real again.

You’re dazed and half conscious as your partner undoes the bindings holding you in place. You curl up into a tight ball. They shuffle around, doing something for a few moments before crawling into the bed next to you. They hum lightly while draping a light, soft blanket over the both of you.

“You did so good for me, baby.” They coo gently. Their arms wrap around you, pulling you tight against their warm body. You barely flinch as they unroll you and push you to face away from them.

A moment later you’re tight against their body, half conscious, your head resting on their right arm, their left draped around you in front of them. They whisper sweet praise in your ear.

“There were never any bullets in the gun?” You ask dreamily.

“No, love.” They respond, nuzzling their face into your neck, giving you soft kisses and nips.

Their left hand makes its way down to your swollen, sore clit/(t)dick. You buck against them, the sensation overwhelming. They bring their right forearm up against your throat, holding you in place.

“Please.” You beg, their grip stopping you from moving more than a few inches. Their fingers dance along with you as you squirm.

“I want to make you feel good.” Their honey-spice breath washing against your ear and cheek. “You were such a good boy and I want to reward my pet when he’s a good boy.”

You can’t help but moan and grind back against his fingers.

Good boy

My pet

Their fingers speed up and soon you’re writhing against their body, their arm still locked around your throat. Your clit/(t)cock throbbing and begging for release.

“Cum for me, my pet.” They say in a way that makes it feel like they are asking for the most beautiful jewel they had ever seen. “Be my good boy.”

And fireworks.

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amyrlinegwene · 7 months

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I did really enjoy the finale for the most part but I’m sorry why won’t they let Nynaeve heal?! This is getting ridiculous

Like when they had her not be able to heal Elayne, I was like okay it’s because she’s going to be able to heal Rand later but then they have Elayne heal him?? The Elayne who can barely heal a bruise midway through the series???

Like come on!! Nynaeve’s block isn’t that she can’t channel PERIOD! It’s that she can’t channel UNLESS SHES ANGRY!

Why wouldn’t she be angry when she’s being attacked?? When her friends are being attacked??

The show has played subtext as text by having Nynaeve be afraid all the time instead of being angry because she’s afraid and they refuse to let her heal, something that she could do without even knowing it as a wisdom. They didn’t let us see her heal once. It’s just frustrating. I feel like they’ve really shied away from her anger (it’s okay for women to be angry btw 🙄) and then also took away her healing abilities that she is able to break out every once in a while while she’s angry.

Rand being injured and Nynaeve healing him would have been the perfect. It would have been a great start to Nynaeve learning to harness her anger to channel. It would have also been a great follow up to their own lore and Ryma’s teaching to approach channeling like she would when she was doing her duty as wisdom.

Like what’s the point???

#@#wot on prime #stop making me criticize Elayne I really don’t want to #wot #wheel of time #wot book spoilers #wot show spoilers #the wheel of time #nynaeve al'meara

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swamp-spirit · 2 years

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It’s... more D.Gray-Man meta.

Anyway, something I really love about D.Gray-Man, which I think confuses a lot of people, is that it’s a tragedy hiding in a shounen. A lot of the things which are framed as Positive Shounen Growth are actually the setup for tragedy.

I think this turns off readers on two counts:

A) Though I don’t think Hoshino’s perfect, I have a lot of trust in her ability to know when a plot beat is tragic, even if it isn’t portrayed that way at the time. There’s a lot of really dissonant plot beats where the show is playing it like a victory, but, if you think about it for five seconds, are Pretty Messed Up. I think, without that trust, it can easily feel like “wait, why is this being played like a win??? Isn’t this bad???“

B) On the flipside, if you trust shounen convention, you’re going to end up feel like your ‘wins‘ keep getting ‘stolen‘. The characters keep doing things that make them powerful and selfless! Why does that keep making things bad.

Because, at the core, it’s a series about how the traits that make a good shounen hero ARE tragic. Shounen values self-sacrifice, power, and perseverance. D.Gray-Man understands that these are BAD things for a teenage child soldier. In the face of the apocalypse, having those traits may keep the characters alive, but characters becoming more ‘powerful‘ and ‘motivated‘ in D.Gray-Man often means they are actively turning away from the stable, healthy option. Often, the healthy option is not survivable, but even when the unhealthy option is heroic, it’s still tragic.

Let’s talk specific moments

Allen Makes a More Moral Choice Than Kanda Because He Doesn’t Love Anyone

I think this scene reads very differently when you know who they’re both referring to. Kanda is living to see his wife again. For him, it’s okay to make the pragmatic choice because there’s something more important to him.

Allen makes one of the moral arguments D.Gray-Man makes a lot: that a win brought about by sacrificing innocents isn’t a win at all, but he also brings up something else.

Allen says he’s lost what was dear to him. Allen loves the whole world, but, at this point in the series, he’s the opposite of Lenalee. For Lenalee, her loved ones are her whole world. Allen doesn’t have any meaningful connections yet. The world was cruel, and then Mana wasn’t, and then Mana died. He obviously somewhat cares about Cross, but not in a ‘live for his sake‘ way.

And, in the framing of this scene, I think there’s somewhat of an argument that Allen can be selfless BECAUSE he’s emotionally isolated. He doesn’t have anyone to protect or come home to No Matter What, so it’s easy for him to put his life on the line in a way it isn’t for Kanda.

And Genuine Emotional Bonds Start to Hold him Back

As the series goes on, Allen gets to start making genuine bonds with his friends, and this canonically gives a hit to his power. He’s focused on fighting to help his friends, and, when his power fails, he tries to find his motivation in The Power of Friendship.

And his powerup comes, not from that friendship, but when he realizes wanting to help his friends has distracted him from his purpose.

It’s very common in Shounen for a power-up to come from an emotional realization. I mean, that’s how good storytelling works. Hell, there are even examples where a power-up comes from an unhealthy realization, but that’s usually Anger Awakening Dark Power.

Combat wise, getting Crown-Clown is good! He can save Fo! He can save his friends! This is what we wanted! It’s not the forbidden dark mode that should never be activated, it’s the core heroic power.

But the realization he needs to come to in order to harness that power is to dehumanize himself and acknowledge his role as a weapon.

And speaking of

that

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Allen Didn’t Take His Out Because He is Held Together With Twine

Let’s rewind a little.

I think China is the first time we see how deeply broken Allen is. His determination to save lost souls and keep the promise he made to Mana is his guiding light. As long as that’s working, he seems like a fairly functional, if dangerously selfless, person, but, every time that’s threatened, he completely falls apart. He doesn’t look at other options, he just collapses until he can get back to the status quo. Inside, he’s a step away from that catatonic child. We see him hit this same wall when Mana’s love for him is called into question and he can’t function until he decides he loves Mana anyway and it won’t change anything.

It’s important to remember here that Bak and Allen have very different info coming into this. Bak knows Allen’s weapon is still there, so he’s giving Allen an out before Allen can pressure himself. If his priority was making sure Allen could return to duty, he’d tell him, but Bak knows Allen is a parasite type. Bak is motivated not to repeat the mistakes of the past. He knows Allen taking back his weapon is dooming him to die as a child soldier. (And that Allen’s resentment for that truth could break very bad. Giant glowing torso bad.)

If Allen was motivated purely by helpful good goodness, he’d take the path offered. As far as Allen knows, he can’t be an exorcist. The path he’s trying to follow doesn’t exist. The way forward is to accept the loss and keep helping with what he does have.

But he isn’t. Bak doesn’t give Allen back his weapon because he respects Allen’s determination, he gives Allen back his weapon because Allen is completely dependent on his identity as an exorcist. From a practical standpoint, this confirms he won’t turn on his weapon and Fall, but, from an ethical standpoint, it also tells Bak he can’t save Allen. He’s pretty much a zookeeper sadly realizing the rare animal can no longer survive in the wild and, even though that would be the better choice for the animal, it’s no longer a possible one.

If the art and framing don’t make it clear enough this tragedy is intentional, later reveals do. Because now we know that Allen’s One Path Forward was always leading him to the most painful possible ending.

But let’s talk about some other tragic shounen wins.

Timothy Had No Good Options

Let’s be clear here: He’s not wrong.

We’ve seen over and over, exorcists don’t have a choice. The parasitic power was forced on him by an abusive father. Now his options are to be hunted by akuma for the rest of his life and watch monsters kill everyone around him or become a child soldier. Either way, his parasitic power kills him young.

The win here is not what the framing says it is, and this is where my trust for Hoshino comes in. I think we’re meant to understand this is Timothy choosing to sacrifice himself. It’s followed up with a comedic scene, and I know the quick mood switches aren’t for everyone, but I think it’s unfair to assume it means Hoshino doesn’t understand the tragedy. There are plenty of atonally cheerful moments in unarguably dark moments.

It might be the best choice Timothy has, just like taking the crystal boots was the best choice Lenalee had, but it’s still a tragic choice. The only win is that they had the agency to make the tragic choice themselves, for their own reasons.

Komui Saving His Sister Also Doomed Her

Finally, let’s talk about Lenalee again.

Personally, I will fight for Lenalee sticking with the Black Order being a fantastic character choice. It’s not her being weak-willed or naive, it comes from her being just as broken as the other exorcists.

Komui’s love for his sister starts as a gag, then becomes genuinely heart-wrenching, and it’s easy to miss that it’s also the core of Lenalee’s greatest character flaw.

Komui joining the black order saved Lenalee. She’d been mentally broken, and that connection gave her a reason to live again, but it also trapped her.

(If you remember what chapter this scene is in, please tell me so I can grab a panel)

Lenalee says once Komui joined, she understood she couldn’t leave. She sees the Black Order as home and family more than anyone else, and that’s her lifeline. She’s not fighting for the world, she’s fighting for the people she loves, especially her brother. His dependency on her may be more melodramatic, but she’s just as unhealthily dependent on him.

The Black Order kidnapped Lenalee and forced her to fight. She saw horrific experiments, and, now in canon, has watched them hurt and use her and her friends, but she’s trapped. Her entire world is tied up in a corrupt paramilitary organization, but leaving it would mean abandoning her whole world.

I think her goodbye scene with Allen makes a lot more sense through that lens. They’re both traumatized kids held together by a single purpose. They care deeply about each other, but neither can make the choice the other might want because their guiding purposes tie them to different forces, and, without that tie, they’d become untethered.

In Conclusion

Characters in D.Gray-Man don’t become more powerful by accepting friendship, they become more powerful by hacking parts of themselves away and binding themselves to tragedy, and then the story smiles and goes ‘look, we won, we did it‘ while it holds a knife behind its back.

#d.gray-man #dgm

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My take on the Paris Special’s alternate universe (pt. 1 of many concepts explained)

Keep in mind that I am not a writer- more an idea person. I don’t imagine anything I come up with will be even close to canon. With that said, let’s start with the Backstory:

The origin story begins not with the universe we see, but instead with a world where everything is normal… Except

Gabriel allows Colt to use the Peacock Miraculous so that Amile can have a child. Instead of responding is complete disgust however, Colt takes an interest and decides to try and research about the miraculous…

Somehow, he manages to learn what he needs to, and summons Gimmi to make the ultimate wish… To be given supreme power over anyone and everyone. After all, the price that would take would only serve to keep himself in power

Things play out as we see they do in that universe at that point: Gabriel steals the Moth and Peacock miraculouses (miraculi?🤔), Colt kills Emile for using the power of the peacock again, mostly due to a proud anger he’s had since the first time she had Adrien, and Gabriel goes into hiding to start the resistance.

The difference now is that Colt knows of Gabriel’s identity… that’s exactly why he decides to give his only son the Cat Miraculous. So he can be forced to watch this universe’s Adrien unknowingly destroy himself (along with knowingly destroying Paris ☝️😌)

Now… here’s a few quick design ideas for other characters.

Felix and Kagami, both being Sentibeings, work for the Supreme as Morals Officers (not sure how else to call them). They’re both constantly on the clock, patrolling the city, keeping the citizens in line, and overall trying to dissuade any kind of rebellion.

They act in sort of a Good cop/Bad cop routine, and are so overworked and under so much pressure that they have no time to be themselves or even know themselves.

Although Chloe’s father is still the mayor, Laws work differently under the Supreme’s rule. Andre was made to send Chloe to live elsewhere if he wanted to be given a position of political power, which lead to Chloe living with her friend Sabrina.

Chloe is a typical mean girl, lashing out at others and being petty, but this is all due to insecurity and (pretty trope-y) stuff.. She did grow up with her father though, and through her emotionally (and literally) absent mother, got to grow up with Adrien and even star as a model for many of Gabriel’s more youthful and feminine designs. She considers Adrien to be almost like a brother to her, even though she doesn’t see him much after his mother died.

I,,, honestly don’t have much for Luka 🧍 He’s mostly just potential right now- Potential to become a part of the resistance AND potential to be used by the Supreme and harness a miraculous. Luka is a good bit more cynical compared to his show counterpart, and struggles with serious abandonment issues after not only his dad abandoning him as a baby, but his twin sister Juleka seemingly vanishing as well (she became a miraculous holder- I’ll design her eventually if y’all want 😊)

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naamahdarling · 3 months

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You wanted asks to kill thr boredom. Have you ever heard of Samus Aran.

This lady:

She's the protagonist of the metroid game franchise. The games are (mostly) fantastic science fiction stories of the twice orphaned armor clad badass. Her tales take her to various planets where she is constantly overcoming significantly overwhelming odds because she can harness her anger to become a planetary level threat. She is who you send in to deal with an apocalypse or two with a favorable outcome in under a week.

Over the course of her story she becomes the cryptic style boogie man that her foes tell as if it were a myth, a legend. After all who would ever belive a single person could do even half of her list of accomplishments.

If you want to try out some of her best adventures and have a switch I'd recommend checking out Metroid Fusion on the GBA emulator, or Metroid Prime Remaster.

Fusion is a fantastic example of how to do a cosmic horror in a futuristic setting.

Metroid Prime remaster is one of the best 3d adventure games disguised as a shooter. It's a splendid game from 20 years ago on a new engine and has a wide variety of changeable and customizable control schemes. If you played doom 2016 or doom eternal and enjoyed the combat, then you will likeley enjoy the combat once you fing a control scheme & layout that you like.

There is also metroid Dread, but it's near the end of the franchise timeline and has issues of learning curves & inefficient backtracking. It's still a load of fun, just probably not the best starting point.

Thanks for reading all this. I hope your appointment went well, and may your day be easier.

I played some of the VERY early Metroid games at a friend's place a LOT and they were so fun! I haven't played since because I haven't owned a Nintendo anything since the SNES. :/ I really want a Switch.

As I remember virtually nothing about them, everything I know about it is by dash osmosis at this point. But I know enough to have voted for Samus in several Tumblr polls lol.

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c-is-for-circinate · 2 years

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Post-ep C3E31

Yes I did wake up hungover in the middle of the night and yes I did watch the second half of episode 31 at 3 AM on the couch and holy shit yes it did blow my socks off and yes I do have many many thoughts let's go.

Thought one: Ashton is absolutely wrong about Orym being the only well-adjusted one, Orym is also a powderkeg and god help them all when he finds an actual person who is responsible for the attack on Zephrah. He is the one who plays normal the best, he is the one without crazy magic shit, he is the one who passes, but I'll be damned if that's the same thing as being okay.

(I need all of you to commit, I need you to do these things, you all have to be this way and agree to this stuff, but there's no fucking way Orym is half as okay as he thinks he is and it's delicious.)

Thinking about the loci of leadership in Bell's Hells, too, especially in that context. There's this thing they've said about Vox Machina, that the group didn't have a leader but Vex was the leader they didn't have, and that's true, but the M9 had this complex push-pull around Fjord and Caleb and sometimes Beau -- not so much in terms of who made decisions, but who got the party to make decisions, who pushed in one direction or another, who had the focus on the group's goals and kept people pointed. And it wasn't really Beau at all, except that the one-two duo of Beau and Caleb, Cobalt Soul and Cerberus Assembly, what the Empire meant to each of them and their shared goals, that combo and relationship was in a lot of ways that focus and direction for so much of campaign two. Especially after Fjord started stepping back.

And we're seeing some of that again in Bell's Hells now -- there isn't a leader, but there are leaders they don't have, ways people fit into party dynamics. Nobody could ever call FCG or Laudna or Fearne the leaders of this party, not because they don't make decisions or direct things but because of the way they do and don't do those things. Instead we've got this push-pull again, where Imogen is very often in focus but not the person actually pulling people together, and Chetney tries to direct but so often ends up only directing himself, and somehow we've ended up with Ashton and Orym as these really fascinating two ends of a spectrum.

Because Orym is the one of them who's most okay (in theory, on the surface, but it is a pretty thick surface and in most cases he's probably usually the most stable one there). And Ashton is the one of them who's most okay with not being okay. Ashton has been Not Okay for most or possibly all of his life. It's a deeply familiar state of being. They harness it into rage, they use it, they know it in themself, they see it in other people. And they know that it is possible to live and survive and manage while being fucked-up and broken and dangerous and a mess. So we have Orym checking up on Imogen and Ashton checking up on Laudna. Orym stepping back, most of the time, deliberately self-effacing, except that we saw him herd the cats of EXU and when he does speak people listen. Ashton being loud except for when he's clearly just in a corner leaning against a wall with arms folded, loud in a way that suggests he's also not expecting to be listened to, except we've seen it, when he actually speak with purpose, people listen there too. And when they're both in agreement -- both saying the exact same thing, with such force, about hanging together -- They're going to keep this party tied and functional, between the two of them.

(Ashton would be horrified to be called the second-most-okay person in the entire party. Even more horrified if I laid out the evidence and convinced them it was actually true.)

There's so much anger in this group. So much bitten-back rage. And there's complicated feelings about that rage, because of course there are, guilt and shame and fear of it all, but every single one of these people is so fucking angry. (Even Orym. Not especially Orym, not more than anyone else in that group -- but even Orym. We saw some of it in this very episode, even.) That's the real powderkeg: undirected anger, at the universe, at themselves, at people and things and immaterial forces, at fate, that is so incredibly hard to channel because it doesn't have a specific target. They are all so fucking angry.

(See? No wonder Ashton's somehow their figurehead of coping. Their whole deal is admitting to being real angry at everything in the world when need be. It's far too much anger to be healthy, but at least they admit it's there.)

Delilah Briarwood can go choke on an arrow and die. Again. Now, please.

I'm really interested in the various twists of the FCG story, because, right -- the obvious twist, from the very beginning, was that FCG's programming went haywire and they're the one who slaughtered their friends and party. That's like, core classic sci-fi there. (Hah! Nineties sci-fantasy reference campaign!) So what I'm really wondering now is where the second twist comes in. How do the details unfold? What did Dancer do to this aeormaton, besides lie to it, subjugate it, use it? Who was FCG in Aeor? It doesn't have to be surprising, the next bit, but there is a next bit, and it's going to draw its own unique path through a very good classic trope, and I'm excited.

(As an aside, Marisha called FCG a "murderbot" somewhere mid-rampage there, which is your scheduled reminder to go read Martha Wells' Murderbot Diaries if you like complicated AI with complicated feelings. This has nothing to do with CR in specific but I still encourage you to do so.)

The first half of the episode, which was so full of stuff!!!, seems so far away now. It was so long! There was so much! So many feelings! So much Fearne! And yet I watched it Thursday night and it all seems so far away now under the 'holy shit' of the second half. Man that whole episode was juicy.

Oh, here's an interesting logistical thing that I bet Travis picked up on as part of his 'shit is OFF here'. In theory, the Calloways left Fearne with Morrie with no way to contact them because of safety, right? So how did Ira ask Morrie to make the lens? Was it after they left Fearne and theoretically cut off all contact? Did they try to send a letter and get mind-whammied? Or was it before?

Like another post that was going around in this past week, I have an enormous amount of sympathy and understanding for the Calloway's decision to leave their daughter with a trusted friend to go off and try to do what's necessary to give her a better life. That is not a story I've specifically experienced in my own life, but I have known enough working single parents, worked with enough immigrants, seen enough people sacrifice time with their kids for the sake of providing for their kids to get it. That said, I love that Fearne also gets to be angry about it. I love that the Calloways can have made the best decision they possibly knew how to make, that it might have even been a good decision if not for the bad character judgement and susceptibility to being conned, and Fearne was still hurt by it. That she can be injured and angry and not particularly interested in forgiveness. Both things can be true at once! You can love someone AND make the best decision within your power for them AND still hurt them. Shit's complicated! I'm glad it gets to be complicated here. (Yeah, I'm looking at you, Marian Lavorre.)

#cr spoilers #c3e31 #honestly that Twitch subscription was the best possible choice #going to bed at mid-break and watching the second half on Friday or Saturday: golden

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anna-the-undertaker · 8 months

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IDK im bored and sleep deprived

I had an idea.... The idea is that any living thing that has a soul or the equivalent of a soul gives off spiritual pressure, or in other terms an aura/energy. I am unsure if this has been discussed at all within the fandom or mentioned in the game, so I want to take some time and explore it a little here because it has been floating around in my brain ever since I started rewatching Bleach. Just a warning, this is pretty long and some things may seem repetitive, but that is because some of the stuff mentioned can be applied to many of the characters mentioned. If you have any thoughts or something to contribute feel free to add onto this, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Spiritual pressure and Demons/Angels -

1. Origin and Nature: Spiritual pressure is an intangible force that emanates from the spiritual essence of demons, angels, and humans. It's a reflection of an individual's inner strength, emotions, intentions, and overall power. Every being in the Devildom/Celestial realm/human realm possesses a unique spiritual pressure that is a direct result of their personality, experiences, and abilities.

2. Manifestation: Spiritual pressure is not directly visible to the naked eye but can be felt and perceived by those with heightened sensitivity to supernatural energies. Demons, angels and even some humans can sense and differentiate spiritual pressures from one another, allowing them to gauge the strength, emotional state, and intentions of those around them.

3. Emotional Influence: Emotions play a crucial role in the intensity and quality of spiritual pressure. Strong emotions such as anger, fear, joy, and determination can amplify an individual's spiritual pressure. This connection between emotions and spiritual pressure is often harnessed in battles and interactions with others.

4. Power and Rank: A person's level of spiritual pressure is directly linked to their power and/or rank within the demon/angel hierarchy. Demons/angels with higher spiritual pressures are generally more influential, respected, and powerful. It is a reflection of their experience, skill, and overall dominance.

5. Interactions and Relationships: The interactions between people are influenced by their spiritual pressures. People with similar or compatible spiritual pressures are more likely to get along, cooperate effectively, and understand each other. On the other hand, conflicting or vastly different spiritual pressures might lead to tension, misunderstandings, or even conflicts.

6. Battle and Combat: Spiritual pressure also has a practical application in battles and combat situations. Demons/angels can manipulate their spiritual pressure to perform powerful attacks, defend against incoming attacks, and create barriers. The manipulation of spiritual pressure adds a strategic layer to battles.

7. Growth and Development: People can undergo personal growth and development, which can lead to changes in their spiritual pressure. As they mature, gain new experiences, and overcome challenges, their spiritual pressure can evolve, becoming more refined and potent.

Spiritual pressure and Humans -

1. Nature of Human Spiritual Pressure: Human spiritual pressure is a latent energy that resides within every individual, arising from their emotions, thoughts, intentions, and life experiences. It serves as a conduit for their inner essence, which, though less potent than that of angels and demons, remains an integral part of their existence.

2. Awareness and Sensitivity: Ordinary humans typically remain unaware of their spiritual pressure due to its relatively feeble nature. The majority of individuals go about their lives without ever consciously perceiving this energy. However, moments of heightened emotion, danger, or extreme stress trigger a subconscious response, activating their "sixth sense." This heightened sensitivity allows them to detect particularly potent spiritual pressures and elicits the innate "fight or flight" survival response.

3. Sensitive Individuals: Within the human populace, there exist a select few who possess heightened sensitivity to spiritual pressure. These individuals, often referred to as "Psychics" or "Mediums" or "Witches" or "Sorcerers", possess an innate ability to perceive fluctuations in spiritual energy. This gift grants them the power to pick up on the emotional states of others and even sense the presence of supernatural entities that remain invisible to the majority.

4. Compatibility and Adaptation: Unlike in the relationships among angels and demons, compatibility of spiritual pressures does not exert a significant influence over human interactions. Humans display remarkable adaptability and malleability in their spiritual pressure, allowing it to "change shape" to accommodate the spiritual pressures of those around them with ease. This adaptability stems from their inherent ability to rapidly adjust to new situations and environments.

5. Influence on Relationships: Human relationships are not directly influenced by spiritual pressure compatibility. Humans possess a unique capacity to forge connections and bonds based on shared experiences, interests, and emotions. Unlike angels and demons, whose spiritual pressure dynamics might dictate their relationships, humans transcend these considerations through their natural ability to empathize and communicate effectively.

6. Flexibility and Growth: Human spiritual pressure is characterized by its inherent flexibility. It is not a static force but rather one that evolves and adapts alongside an individual's personal growth and development. As humans undergo transformative experiences, conquer challenges, and evolve emotionally, their spiritual pressure likewise transforms, reflecting their newfound wisdom and resilience, whereas a demon/angels spiritual pressure would only become more potent and not change from what it was originally.

How MC's spiritual pressure changed -

1. Pacts with the Seven Brothers: Through these pacts, MC forges deep connections with each brother, sharing their spiritual energies and strengthening their bond. This connection contributes to MC's spiritual strength by infusing them with the unique traits, powers, and emotions of each brother.

2. Angelic Blessings: (I wholeheartedly believe that Simeon and Luke would bless MC so....) These blessings infuse MC's spiritual essence with celestial energy, augmenting their inherent potential and granting them insights into the angelic realm. The angelic blessings heighten MC's spiritual sensitivity, enabling them to better perceive the supernatural energies that surround them.

3. Angelic Heritage: MC's lineage also plays a significant role in their spiritual strength. They possess an inherent connection to the celestial realm, regardless of how minuscule the connection may be. This heritage acts as a wellspring of power, enabling MC to draw upon angelic energies in times of need, even unknowingly, enhancing their abilities and fortifying their spiritual core. For example, their immunity to the brothers sins influence.

4. Experiences in the Devildom: Their experiences shape and refine their spiritual strength. Each encounter, victory, and setback contributes to their growth, deepening their understanding of the supernatural world and honing their ability to harness their spiritual energy. Over time, these experiences bolster their resilience and resourcefulness.

5. Death and Resurrection: They experience death and subsequently return to life. This life-altering event leaves an indelible mark on their spiritual strength. The brief sojourn into the afterlife grants them insights into the balance between life and death, further expanding their spiritual awareness and granting them a unique perspective on the forces at play in their world.

6. Transformation and Ascendance: As MC's experiences accumulate, their spiritual strength undergoes a profound transformation. They evolve from a newcomer to the Devildom into a formidable presence, bearing the marks of their pacts, angelic blessings, heritage, and resurrection. This transformation enables them to channel and manipulate spiritual energies with greater finesse, allowing them to access new abilities and confront even more formidable challenges.

The brothers and angels influence: what they gave and what they gained -

The pact/blessing represents a bond between a demon/angel and a human, allowing both parties to share their strengths and attributes.

Lucifers Pact -

MC's Gains:

Enhanced Knowledge and Wisdom: Lucifer is known for his wisdom and knowledge as the Avatar of Pride. Through the pact, MC would gain insights into arcane lore, strategies, and a deeper understanding of the Devildom's history and politics. This influx of knowledge would broaden their horizons and allow them to approach challenges with a more analytical and informed mindset.

Mastery of Authority: Lucifer's affinity for leadership and control over others would influence MC's spiritual pressure, endowing them with a natural sense of authority. This would make them more adept at commanding respect and cooperation from both supernatural beings and humans.

Manipulation of Shadows: The pact could grant MC the ability to manipulate shadows, reflecting Lucifer's power over darkness and manipulation. This skill could be utilized for stealth, defense, and even as a form of offense in battles.

Calm and Composed Demeanor: Lucifer's stoic demeanor and composed nature could influence the MC's emotional control. They might find it easier to maintain a calm and rational mindset even in the face of chaos or emotional turmoil.

Lucifer's Gains:

Human Sensibilities and Creativity: Lucifer's pact would grant him insight into the human perspective, emotions, and creativity. This understanding could help him navigate complex social dynamics and develop innovative solutions to challenges in ways that might not be immediately apparent to other demons.

Emotional Resonance: MC's emotions would be intertwined with Lucifer's spiritual pressure, providing him with a deeper emotional connection to the human experience. This could lead to personal growth for Lucifer, allowing him to explore and understand emotions more profoundly.

Adaptability and Resourcefulness: Lucifer's exposure to the human world through the pact would also instill in him a sense of adaptability and resourcefulness. This might lead him to consider unconventional strategies and approaches when dealing with various situations.

Shared Strength and Unity: The pact would strengthen Lucifer's connection to MC, forging a sense of unity and shared purpose. This bond could serve as a source of strength for both of them, enhancing their determination and ability to face challenges together.

Mammon's Pact -

MC's Gains:

Enhanced Ambition and Drive: Mammon's unyielding ambition and desire for success would contribute to the MC's spiritual pressure, infusing them with a heightened sense of determination and the drive to achieve their goals. This would make them more tenacious and focused in their endeavors.

Financial Intuition: As the Avatar of Greed, Mammon's affinity for wealth and material gain could grant MC a heightened sense of financial intuition. They might possess a knack for making shrewd decisions and predicting trends, aiding them in both their daily life and business ventures.

Skill with Artifacts and Objects: Mammon's pact might grant MC an aptitude for handling artifacts and objects, reflecting his penchant for collecting valuable items. This skill could prove useful in solving puzzles, uncovering hidden treasures, and manipulating objects in creative ways.

Fearlessness and Adventurous Spirit: Mammon's daredevil nature and lack of fear could influence MC's sense of adventure and courage. They might find themselves more inclined to take risks and venture into the unknown without hesitating.

Mammon's Gains:

Human Emotions and Empathy: Through the pact, Mammon would gain insight into human emotions and empathy. This could help him better understand the motives behind human actions and allow him to develop a deeper connection with others.

Shared Ambition and Motivation: Mammon would experience a shared sense of ambition and motivation from MC's spiritual pressure. This could inspire him to set higher goals and strive for self-improvement, driven by MC's determination.

Heightened Resourcefulness: MC's financial intuition could rub off on Mammon, enhancing his own resourcefulness and financial acumen. This might lead him to find new and inventive ways to amass wealth and manage his finances.

Shared Fears and Bravery: MC's infusion of courage and fearlessness could provide Mammon with a newfound sense of bravery in the face of challenges. He might learn to confront his fears and insecurities, becoming more resilient as a result.

Leviathan's Pact -

MC's Gains:

Enhanced Creativity and Imagination: Leviathan's passion for gaming and imaginative worlds would infuse MC with a heightened sense of creativity and imagination. They might find it easier to think outside the box and come up with innovative solutions to challenges.

Natural Aptitude for Technology: Leviathan's affinity for technology and digital realms could grant MC a natural aptitude for understanding and using technological devices. This skill could be beneficial in various situations, from hacking to problem-solving.

Empathy for Others' Perspectives: Leviathan's deep connection to virtual worlds and characters might lead MC to develop an enhanced sense of empathy for others. They could become adept at seeing situations from multiple viewpoints and understanding different emotional states.

Adaptability to Change: Leviathan's tendency to immerse himself in different realities could influence MC's adaptability. They might find it easier to navigate unfamiliar environments and adapt to new situations.

Leviathan's Gains:

Insight into Human Interaction: Through the pact, Leviathan would gain insights into human relationships, emotions, and interactions. This understanding could help him navigate social dynamics better and develop more meaningful connections with others.

Shared Creativity and Imagination: Leviathan could draw inspiration from MC's creativity and imagination, leading him to create new and unique ideas. Their shared strengths might lead to the development of extraordinary experiences.

Technological Skill Enhancement: MC's aptitude for technology could rub off on Leviathan, enhancing his own technological skills and expanding his understanding of digital realms.

Broadened Horizons and Open-Mindedness: The main character's adaptability might encourage Leviathan to step out of his comfort zone and explore new experiences. This could lead to personal growth and a more open-minded approach to life.

Satan's Pact -

MC's Gains:

Enhanced Knowledge and Wisdom: Satan's deep love for literature and learning would contribute to MC's spiritual pressure, enhancing their knowledge and wisdom. They might gain a broader understanding of various subjects and be able to apply that knowledge strategically.

Analytical Thinking: Satan's logical and analytical mindset could influence MC's thought processes. They might become skilled at analyzing situations, making well-informed decisions, and identifying patterns.

Insight into Emotions: Through the pact, MC might gain a better understanding of emotions, mirroring Satan's ability to empathize with others. This insight could lead to improved communication and the ability to comfort and connect with those around them.

Calm Under Pressure: Satan's composed demeanor could influence MC's emotional stability. They might find it easier to maintain a calm and collected attitude, even in high-stress situations.

Satan's Gains:

Human Connection and Empathy: Through the pact, Satan would gain insight into human emotions and experiences, allowing him to develop a deeper sense of empathy. This could help him better connect with others and understand the complexities of human interactions.

Shared Knowledge and Wisdom: MC's infusion of knowledge and wisdom would influence Satan, inspiring him to explore new subjects and broaden his own intellectual horizons.

Emotional Resonance: Satan might gain a heightened emotional connection to human experiences, allowing him to better understand and manage his own emotions. This could lead to personal growth and a deeper sense of self-awareness.

Balanced Perspective: MC's calm under pressure could serve as a source of inspiration for Satan, helping him to better manage his own anger and frustration. Their shared emotional stability could lead to a more balanced perspective.

Asmodeus' Pact -

MC's Gains:

Enhanced Charisma and Social Skills: Asmodeus' charm and sociability would influence MC's spiritual pressure, enhancing their charisma and social skills. They might become adept at forming connections, reading people, and navigating social situations with finesse.

Emotional Intelligence: As the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus' ability to understand and manipulate emotions could grant MC a heightened sense of emotional intelligence. They might become skilled at recognizing and managing their own emotions, as well as understanding others' feelings.

Aesthetic Appreciation: Through the pact, MC could gain an enhanced appreciation for beauty and aesthetics. They might have a keen eye for details in art, fashion, and their surroundings.

Empathy and Understanding: Asmodeus' understanding of desires and relationships might lead MC to develop a greater sense of empathy and open-mindedness toward others' needs and perspectives.

Asmodeus' Gains:

Human Connection and Authenticity: Through the pact, Asmodeus would gain insight into human relationships and connections, allowing him to cultivate more meaningful connections based on authenticity and genuine emotions.

Shared Charisma and Charm: MC's infusion of charisma could influence Asmodeus, inspiring him to explore different facets of his own charm and enhancing his ability to connect with others on a deeper level.

Emotional Depth: Asmodeus might gain a deeper understanding of emotions through MC's emotional intelligence, helping him to navigate complex emotional situations and experiences.

Mutual Empowerment: MC's empathy and understanding could inspire Asmodeus to better connect with his own emotions and desires. Their shared bond might empower him to embrace his emotions without fear.

Beelzebub's Pact -

MC's Gains:

Enhanced Physical Resilience: Beelzebub's incredible physical strength and durability would influence MC's spiritual pressure, enhancing their physical resilience and endurance. They might become more capable of enduring physical challenges and recovering from injuries.

Voracious Appetite: As the Avatar of Gluttony, Beelzebub's insatiable appetite could grant MC a unique relationship with food and nourishment. They might be able to gain energy from consuming a wider variety of substances.

Shared Determination and Willpower: Through the pact, MC could gain a shared determination and willpower from Beelzebub. This might make them more stubborn in pursuing their goals and resisting challenges.

Empathy and Compassion: Beelzebub's deep understanding of others' pain and struggles might lead MC to develop a greater sense of empathy and compassion. They might be more inclined to help and support those around them.

Beelzebub's Gains:

Human Connection and Understanding: Through the pact, Beelzebub would gain insights into human relationships, emotions, and connections. This could help him better understand the complexities of human interactions and develop deeper connections with others.

Shared Resilience and Endurance: MC's physical resilience could inspire Beelzebub to push his own physical limits and explore the extent of his strength and endurance.

Empathetic Insights: Beelzebub might gain a deeper understanding of human emotions through MC's empathy, allowing him to better connect with others and offer emotional support.

Mutual Determination: MC's shared determination could inspire Beelzebub to pursue his own goals with even more vigor and dedication. Their bond might motivate him to overcome challenges he previously avoided.

Belphegor's Pact -

MC's Gains:

Enhanced Intuition and Perception: Belphegor's tendency to observe and perceive details others might overlook could influence MC's spiritual pressure, enhancing their intuition and ability to pick up on subtle cues.

Restorative Energy: As the Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor's connection to rest and rejuvenation might grant MC the ability to draw energy from restful environments or moments, allowing them to recover faster.

Shared Calmness and Patience: Through the pact, MC could gain a shared sense of calmness and patience from Belphegor. This might make them more adept at managing stress and dealing with situations that require a composed approach.

Understanding of Hidden Motives: Belphegor's knack for understanding hidden motives could lead MC to develop a greater sense of perception when it comes to deciphering others' intentions and actions.

Belphegor's Gains:

Human Connection and Empathy: Through the pact, Belphegor would gain insights into human relationships, emotions, and connections. This understanding could help him better navigate social dynamics and form deeper connections with others.

Shared Intuition and Perception: MC's enhanced intuition could inspire Belphegor to further develop his own perceptive abilities, allowing him to better understand the world around him.

Calm and Restorative Energy: Belphegor might gain a shared sense of calmness and restorative energy from MC. This could help him manage his own stress and find moments of relaxation.

Mutual Patience and Composure: MC's shared patience might inspire Belphegor to approach situations with a greater degree of composure, even when faced with challenges that test his patience.

Simeon's Blessing -

MC's Gains:

Enhanced Serenity and Compassion: Simeon's angelic nature would influence MC's spiritual pressure, enhancing their serenity and compassion. They might find it easier to remain calm and empathetic, even in the face of challenges.

Healing Touch: As an angel, Simeon's healing abilities might be shared with MC through the blessing. They could possess a touch that brings comfort and healing to those around them.

Heightened Intuition: Simeon's wisdom and insight could lead MC to develop a heightened sense of intuition, allowing them to make wise decisions and navigate complex situations.

Empathy and Forgiveness: Through the blessing, MC might gain a deeper sense of empathy and forgiveness, reflecting Simeon's compassionate nature. They might find it easier to understand and forgive others.

Simeon's Gains:

Human Connection and Emotions: Through the blessing, Simeon would gain insights into human emotions, experiences, and connections. This could help him better understand the complexities of humanity and foster deeper connections.

Shared Serenity and Compassion: MC's infusion of serenity could inspire Simeon to explore different facets of his own compassion, enhancing his ability to provide emotional support and understanding.

Wisdom and Intuition: Simeon might gain a deeper sense of wisdom through MC's heightened intuition, allowing him to better navigate angelic affairs and make informed decisions.

Mutual Empathy and Forgiveness: MC's empathy and forgiveness could inspire Simeon to approach others with greater compassion and to extend forgiveness more readily.

Luke's Blessing -

MC's Gains:

Heightened Purity and Light: Luke's angelic nature would influence MC's spiritual pressure, enhancing their sense of purity and connection to celestial energies.

Divine Healing: As an angel, Luke's affinity for healing and restoration, like Simeon, could lead MC to develop a touch that brings comfort and healing to those around them, reflecting his angelic abilities.

Enhanced Empathy and Understanding: Luke's compassion and understanding might inspire MC to develop a deeper empathy and better understanding of the emotions and struggles of those they encounter.

Divine Guidance: Through the blessing, MC could gain a sense of divine guidance and intuition, allowing them to make decisions with a higher perspective.

Luke's Gains:

Insight into Mortal Experiences: Through the blessing, Luke would gain insights into human experiences, emotions, and connections. This understanding could help him better navigate his interactions with mortals and demons.

Shared Purity and Light: MC's infusion of purity could inspire Luke to further embrace his own angelic nature, enhancing his ability to radiate light and goodness.

Empathy and Understanding: Luke might gain a deeper sense of empathy through the main character's enhanced understanding, allowing him to connect with others on a more profound level.

Mutual Guidance and Intuition: The main character's sense of divine guidance could inspire Luke to trust his own intuition and guidance from higher realms, deepening his connection to his angelic abilities.

MC's Influence -

MC's spiritual pressure, influenced by the traits and characteristics of the seven demon brothers and the angels, would be a complex and multifaceted energy that could vary in its impact on different individuals. It's important to note that spiritual pressure, as described in the context mentioned throughout this post, isn't inherently threatening or overpowering by default. Instead, its effects would depend on the MC's interactions and intentions. Here's how it might play out:

Threat Level to Lesser Demons: MC's spiritual pressure, influenced by the traits of the demon brothers, might be perceived as powerful by lesser demons. Some demons might feel intimidated or awed by MC's presence due to the infusion of qualities like pride, envy, wrath, greed, and more. Whether it's threatening or not would depend on how MC uses their spiritual pressure. If they exude dominance or challenge, it could be seen as threatening. On the other hand, if they emanate empathy and understanding, it might be more welcoming.

Impact on Ordinary Humans: Ordinary humans might not directly sense or perceive the nuances of MC's spiritual pressure, as they lack the sensitivity of angels and demons. However, particularly potent moments or intense emotions could trigger MC's spiritual pressure to manifest in subtle ways. It might influence human interactions by amplifying emotions or conveying a sense of authority, depending on which demon/angel's traits are most dominant at the time.

Reactions from Angels: Angels, with their celestial nature, would likely be more attuned to MC's spiritual pressure. The shared traits of the demon brothers could evoke curiosity, understanding, or even caution from angels. The way MC's spiritual pressure interacts with the angels' own energies and intentions would determine whether it's seen as overpowering or harmonious.

Ultimately, the perception of MC's spiritual pressure would be highly context-dependent. It would be less about being inherently threatening or overpowering and more about how MC chooses to channel and express the influences of the demon brothers and angels they're connected to. Their ability to balance and control these influences would shape the reactions of those around them.

To sort of wrap this up (because I have been at this for a few hours now and if I don't stop now I won't) MC is most definitely one of the most powerful humans in all three realms to ever exist.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me fan theories

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i would really really really really Greatly like to hear your morikaze and takahashi headcanons so much that im willing to very briefly get over my fear of sending asks to people. I wanna hear it theyre both very dear to me

mmnbvjklslm.........skl/./.....n starts cackling maniacally twisting twisting twsiting turning wriggling in the fdirst like an earthworm.

MORIKAZE;

-SOMEWHERE IN HIS MID 30S-LATE 30S he seems like a really tired guy who just wants to do his job. the fact he gets to be a bitch is just a plus to it. workaholic maybe since he was kinda pushed into working for mdcr. stays hours after the workday is over to fix and look over stuff

-if i had to describe him itd be standoffish and loyal, even if he doesnt want to be. i think hes definitely a coward when it comes down to it though

-does not like working for mdcr too much, but the benefits are insaneee and also jungle makes it bearable

^-otherwise, morikaze doesnt like kirimi at all. they have a little work place rivalry but manage to keep it civil since theyre higher up. also because morikaze is petty as helllll

^^-morikaze resents working for someone so young, and is also oddly a little terrified of jeraldy just cause of his sheer anger. its what keeps him in line

-probably workplace besties with ven, and i use that term loosely. they have a sort of camaraderie. after ven leaves mdcr for good, he envies her escape from the company, but in the end sticks with mdcr cause where else would he go?

-jungles the executive, but morikaze mostly carries out jungles duties ( assistant executive ? ) for him since jungle gets bored working after like 5 minutes. hes definitely the backbone of the company, and he doesnt hate it since it makes him feel important to mindy

^-aside from ''assistant'' executive, i like to think he does tech ( diagnostics , etc. ) stuff and money management for the company

-when he was younger he learned how to master a ton of brass instruments. i dont think hed be the kind of guy to play in a band or live solo, but hes probably dreamt about it. trumpet was his favorite but i like to imagine he was also a big tuba and saxophone guy

-ive said this before but hes a big ska fan. jazz too but i think moreso noir jazz. i cant decide whether hed like fast paced stuff or slow so its a bit up there for me

-definitely a frequent to places that play jazz though, and even concerts

^-morikaze is fat mostly but hes definitely got a little muscle there

-CARES GREATLY for how he presents. 40 step skin care routine and he always irons out his clothing. has like insanely good hygiene its kinda scary

-hes def a real sour guy. if youre tryna have fun at a work outing with him youve gotta get some alcohol in him for him to start lightening up, otherwise hes not budging

-big fucking fan of spicy food.

-not a natural born ice elemental numa unlike koritora. he had to learn how to curate and harness ice himself. i imagine this took years and he only really got the hang of it by the time mo4 takes place, but hes pretty skilled with it regardless

^-as such, i think his body would have scars and visual damage from the ice depending on where and how hed use it. even if he can create ice from himself, it definitely takes a toll on his form after a while, especially in battle if he doesnt have his mech or a weapon. the more power and force he uses the more it kinda nips away at him

-wears makeup. not all too much, just stuff like eyeliner and mascara. i also think hed draw in his eyebrows since i feel like hair in the numa eye is a symbol to be respected

-i think even if he is a little cold, a lot of employees at mdcr still look to him for guidance

-obviously, he has a very hard time differentiating limerence and love, as he has not experienced the latter due to how much work he buries himself in

^-honestly i chalk this up to kirimi experimenting on him in several unethical ways without his consent or knowledge but this also could just be how he is its anyones guess but the former is more fun than the latter

-aware of jeraldy and kirimis corruption, but compared to the two, he cant do anything

JUNGLE;

-older than jeraldy ( only by a couple months id say maybe 18 at the time of mo4 ? but very freshly. imagine dying right after u turn 18 fuckkkkk ) , but also a bit more immature than him. while he tries to act like an adult, he always seems to fall flat

-whatever is the numa equivalent to being indigenous, jungle is that. the markings on his head and face are a family community tattoo. got them a couple years after the massacre to honor his family. each of his relatives had different tattoos, probably got the same as his ma when he was younger to honor her but probably stands for the natural process of life ( birth, growth, death )

-even for a numa hes terrifyingly skinny and tall ( about the same height as kashikin who stands at around 5'2" ) , doesnt eat a lot unless he needs to, oddly agile and freakily flexible, you put him in a tight space and he could easily be out in seconds

-often seen jumping around mdcr often. youll see him in one room one second and then 6 floors up he'll be there too somehow. hes probably wandered through mdcrs rafters a time or two lol

-he didnt like anyone at mdcr aside from jeraldy and kirimi for a very long time. i think hed have issues trusting people and feels like he can only rely on the two for anything

^-after vens recruitment i think hed slowly start backing away from the two out of concern, and morikaze talking about the two would just reaffirm what jungle feared to be happening. while he cared deeply for kirimi and jeraldy he realized the path they were going down wasnt exactly healthy or the solution. even with the space however, hed always remain loyal to jeraldy

-i think somehow he managed to avoid kirimis mistreatment, whether kirimi saw him as bait or just another thing to watch, he was definitely not a concern for him, so he got out of it by a hair

-minimal nocturnal ability, he cant see too far in front of him however. definitely needs glasses but refuses to even consider it in the end lol

-sees morikaze as more of the weird distant father, but its still the closest thing aside from kirimi and jeraldy he has to family. in a way i think he looks to morikaze for assistance ( bad idea ) but doesnt like to ask for it. as such it kinda comes off as jungle berating or using morikaze for his own profit, whatever that may be

-he has his own room in the mdcr building, as do jeraldy and kirimi. the closest he'll get again to having a home would also end up being the place hed be killed

-bare minimum of idea of what it means when it comes to self care and hygiene. also hes like the average guy on malelivingspcae when it comes to shit like that hesso bad at it i promise you. funny but also terribly sad to the point you can only give like a nervous chuckle before remembering

-the phone is a replica of his moms

^-hes very obviously a huge mommas boy

^^-any topic relating to parents or the such if you bring up or try and jestwith the guy he will breakdown. Angrily.

-tries to keep himself busy with a lot of stuff that isnt mdcr related, cause he gets super fuckin bored and eventually hell just start thinking about everything going on again. im saying he likes to try and remain blissfully unware but hes certainly very Painfully aware of the demise incoming

-worlds worst posture goes to jungle, even worse than sigkin and arakawas probably, but i think itd be a tie

-his puppies were a gift from jeraldy............ smiles

-got a little too attached to the robot of his mom. jeraldys probably walked in on jungle napping on it at some point beneath mdcr. hes never brought it up to jungle

-this guy will purposefully piss people off at mdcr to spar with them, doesnt matter in meeting, lunch room, etc etc always looking for a fight to dominate

^-despite this, hes definitely gotten his ass whooped by kirimi and morikaze, but thats because their moves can directly counter or overwhelm jungle, especially with how cocky he can be. only reason he fought kirimi was because kirimi likes to push buttons and knows exactly how to get jungle mad

^^-i dont think hed have the heart to try and spar jeraldy

-hes one of the rare cases of characters where i dont think he cares for music. regardless hes definitely a breakcore / noise guy. just any type of loud noise. hed listen to construction metal if it meant there was background noise

-his powers are wayyy too strong for him to fully control since hes not exactly using an object to try and concentrate the power ( ill compare this to how fukurou has the book and marikin has his cards, or how any other mo4 character has a weapon they can channel something into ) , which has led to a bit of destruction around the building

^-id also like to mention i think his powers revolve around raw energy. as such he can collect and transform the energy into anything ( those mostly being chemical, thermal, etc. ) he needs, unlike the other numa who can channel these into only one or two types of energy

-in conclusion, hes a big ball of ( potential ) energy that could go off at any second depending on the situation and hes always seeping energy from the surroundings

^-this would have been of use to kirimi theres no way to control it since even jungle cant. no way of using it, for good or bad, so there isnt a point in trying to harness it if the main user doesnt realize the potential ( and may never )

#ask #UHHH sorry this is long #BUT YEAH THANK YOUUUUUUUUU FOR ASKING HEART #this took a while to answer cause i wanted to get all my shit straight!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry if that worried you >_<#and this may not even be all of it really!#also in the time i answered this i read through pancake mo's fake melody story so some ofthat is probably implemented #But like. It was good. read it. i heart morikaze.#i could add more on mori and jungles relationship but i think if anything id rather draw it yk #its a potential id like to explore a lottt #mdcr in general i have a lot of thoughts on #but theres only soooo much a hyperfix can do and ive got shitto draw!!!!!!!!!!!!fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#idc its 12 am post my ask boy #alsoi think ive seen u before from my buddies disc screenshots.... hismiles

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 6 months

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Hello! Thank you for doing BG3 match-ups. I know these can be a lot of time and effort, but I’m sure you’re making lots of people happy! (I’m also very curious to see what other people submit because I love learning about everyone’s Tavs/Durges.)

A few tidbits about my Tav, Chamois: to begin with, she is a wood elf sorcerer with draconic ancestry (silver). Her family has long been tea artisans and she, as the youngest of four, has just started her apprenticeship under her mother. For now, she assists her mother in selling their tea leaves. Chamois can get a little tunnel-visioned at times, so deep is her love for all things tea.

Positive Traits

Chamois can be quite charming, in a sort of awkward way. As a child, she was very studious in her eagerness to understand more about the trade, to the detriment of her social development. Now that she’s older and not such a shut-in, Chamois has almost leaned into that awkwardness—she know she can be an oddball but she’s a friendly oddball! Who likes to laugh! And also wants to sell you some delicious tea! She talks to almost everyone with an unguardedness and cheerful energy that most would reserve for close friends. Hence, even if she says something strange or goes off on a tangent, many folks just see it as an endearing trait.

Negative Traits

Chamois has a tendency to tell white lies. It’s almost instinctive, the way she’ll slip a lie into some story she’s telling, even when she’s not being interrogated or pressured. Whether it’s to make her tale a smidge more exciting or because she can’t be bothered to give a long explanation, Chamois doesn’t have any qualms with sticking to absolute truth.

She’s also a huge coward; this comes more into play for the tadpole adventures. She’s never fought before and most of her sorcerer spells are teeny tiny bits of magic to help out on the tea farm. She desperately wants to be better though. After her moments of fear, she tends to really berate herself over her mistakes.

Chamois struggles with her negative emotions. She feels jealousy (especially jealousy), anger, and loneliness as much as anybody else, but always wants to present a cool, composed face so badly to others. A lot of her self-worth (when she’s not with her family) is placed on her friendliness and charm.

Likes

Tea (obviously!)

Reading, particularly on botany and chemistry

Theatricality and dramas

Windy days

Meaningful work

Socializing with others

Sour foods

Dislikes

Practical jokes

Unreliable people

Disruptions to her schedules or plans

Alcohol

People who never or rarely complain

Preferred Result

Male; monogamous or poly is fine!

Sorry my response got a little bit away from me. Thank you again for taking match ups and I hope you have a good night!

A/N: Holy information, Batman! Thank you for being so detailed. I love how you organized it too! Very neat and considerate. Thank you!

For you, my Detailed Anon, I think your best matchup is… Gale!

Gale is the perfect match for Chamois! He’s smart and kind, and a bit awkward himself. He’s a wizard, which may put him in competition with sorcerers from time to time, but he finds he actually Chamois great company to be around because she’s much more humble and less overconfident in her abilities than typical sorcerers are.

For sorcerers, magic comes from within, but wizards are required to study and practice in order to harness and control the natural web of magic flowing through the universe. This means Gale is a great partner to study with. He’d be very encouraging to Chamois in helping her learn more about her innate abilities. He’ll most likely suggest she look into more traditional means of magic as well, be it potions or using The Weave, just to help her gain confidence and sort of find her footing as a magic user. With his constant cheering her on, Chamois is bound to become more proficient in her natural abilities, the longer they spend time together.

He’s also lowkey obsessed with the fact Chamois is a tea artisan, as he’s quite the avid enjoyer of tea. He insists on having at least one cup a day, and cannot quiet his mind before bed without it. Plus he was raised by a single mom, so he’s very understanding of Chamois’ closeness to her mother.

Gale is very social. He’s also incredibly awkward. Thanks to spending much of his formative years locked away studying magic, he didn’t develop the nuanced social disciplines possessed by most adults. The good news is the two of them can be awkward together! The bad news is, it can make them a bit more obvious to others in public. But Gale doesn’t mind. Being the odd one out looking in never bothered him all that much before, why should it bother him now?

He’s not always cheerful per se, but he does tend to look on the bright side of things. This makes him much more likely to appreciate Chamois’ sunny disposition. And he loves it when she goes off on one of her knowledge tangents! He does the same thing as well! Their niche love language is basically them taking turns info-dumping to one another.

Gale isn’t a huge lair, although he does tend to be a bit withdrawn when meeting new people. He’s more likely to omit a detail than to tell a fib, as he’s more on the secretive side. (It’s a wizard thing.) He’s also used to being in close competition with braggarts (like Rolan and Lorrokan) so Chamois’ embellishment doesn't shock him too much. He does ask however that she remain honest with him on matters of the heart as it relates to their relationship. He’s been burned in that area before.

I wouldn’t call Gale a coward, but he’s on the fragile side (also a wizard thing lol), so he’s often more in the back or the side of the fight as opposed to the frontlines. He’s not put off by Chamois being scared- he’s scared too. And he thinks it’s smart of her. It shows she’s paying attention, and she understands what's at stake.

Despite how hard Chamois is on herself, Gale thinks she’s wonderful. He’s always singing her praises, telling her what great thing she did to aid the fight, no matter how minor it may be. He knows what it’s like to be hard on yourself, and he certainly knows the pain of making mistakes. He doesn't want Chamois to ever feel alone in that way. He wishes she could see herself the way he does, through his eyes. That way, maybe she’d understand how truly lovely she is.

Gale’s traditional when it comes to love. He’s a one-lover-at-a-time kind of person. He tends to be a bit insecure in his affections, which often manifests itself as jealousy. It comes from a deep-rooted fear that he won’t be enough for his lover. (And it’s all the more recent a wound because that’s how Mystra made him feel when she abandoned him.)

He’s not a huge drinker, but he does indulge occasionally. So Chamois better be prepared for the odd drunken declaration of true love, because he's most certainly going to get up on his soapbox and give that speech one, too many times. He really does mean everything he says- he loves her. And he thinks she’s the best thing that could have ever happened to him. Even with the tadpole, and the orb in his chest, he wouldn’t have had his life turn out any other way.

He loves staying indoors on thundery days, with delicious tea and good books, Tera nestled between the two of them. He can hardly wait for the day their families meet, hers and the Dekarios clan, so they can be one big happy tea-selling, potion-making, magic-using family.

#gale x tav #gale x reader #gale imagine #baldurs gate imagine #bg3 imagine #bg3 x tav #baldurs gate 3 imagine #bg3 #matchups

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Tell me about your OCs dear mutual driftstar!!! (in response to a post you reblogged two days ago lol)

Right, get yourself comfortable, because I'm about to infodump about my D&D characters. Starting with my daughter:

Polly Acci: Variant Human Glamour Bard

Art by @gravedoggg @joshdamn23 and @aniitaruiz

Polly was basically my very first D&D character I made myself. Originally a Lore Bard for a Level 12 one-shot, her debut adventure ended with a battle with an adult blue dragon. She worked up her courage and grappled it with her Bigby's Hand spell; it was in that moment that I knew there was something special about Polly.

Heavily inspired by boisterous characters like Nora Valkyrie, Princess Unikitty and the Looney Tunes, Polly is very outgoing and eager to meet new people. Switching her to a Glamour Bard ensured that she was both inspiring to her friends and disruptive to her foes.

During the campaign Princes Of The Apocalypse, Polly ended up getting petrified by a medusa boss and the party had to retreat shortly afterwards. They eventually returned with back-up and she was cured, but by that point the medusa had broken off part of her right leg out of anger. She's now sporting a prosthetic leg and her current design, which she wears as the show-woman of a bazaar in a cloudy pocket dimension ran by a djinn.

It was around this time that I began to run games as a DM, so I have taken the opportunity here and there to insert the cloudy bazaar when the party needs to go shopping, which in turn has given me the perfect chance to play Polly again. She might be an NPC, but at least she's safe.

Jenny "Rizzo" Rizolli: Variant Human Beast Barbarian

Art by @miku-plantman-art and @thepurplereaper

Rizzo is the eldest of triplets; she and her brothers Roland and Bobby have wererat in their parentage, indicated by their large ears, long front teeth and grey-tinted tan. This lead to them being constantly looked down on and bullied at the orphanage thet grew up in, where they were left after their mother reportedly passed away after giving birth to them.

Eventually they escaped and Rizzo ended up working at the local mercenary guild, eventually becoming a member when she came of age. Her time on the streets gave Rizzo a resilience that kept her on her feet when it counted and she learned to weaponize her adrenaline into her swings with Monday, her metal baseball bat.

One day, when harnessing her boiling blood, her wererat heritage awakened. After a throbbing headache and the clouding of her senses, Rizzo's skin broke out into grey fur and her face bones audibly cracked as her mout shifted into a rodent maw. She had achieved her wererat form, granting her access to ravenous teeth, rending claws and a long tail that can deflect attacks just as well as it can pierce flesh.

Rizzo has a tendency to be hot-headed when someone is trying to be clever or evasive with her or when she tries to brute-force a puzzling situation. She might be a self-admitted meathead, but she's not stupid; her time on the streets has honed her senses, and her sense of smell is crucial in tracking her goal. She takes almost any job she can, but she still has her own standards. Especially in some personal business that she does on the side for the right client. ;)

Dr Milla Holimion: High Elf Alchemist Artificer

Art by @electricfrank3n and @gravedoggg

Heavily inspired by the Plague Doctor from Darkest Dungeon, Milla is a master of three things; biology, chemistry, and resting bitch face.

Being the daughter of the highly respected Dr Reino Holimion, Milla pursued her medical profession to win the trust of her high-standard father. While she was the top of her class in school, college and university alike, her father was barely satisfied at best at her efforts. This left Milla with a focussed, no-nonsense attitude that persists to this day.

Towards the end of her education, her father grew ill and ended up succumbing to his illness. Milla's final practical exam was to be an autopsy of a recent corpse, and the corpse in question was her late father. Milla was given the option to wait for another opportunity, but she agreed to perform her duties as a doctor. While she was composed and professional during the autopsy, Milla felt a strange sensation of remorse and catharsis as she diagnosed the man who made her who she is, for better or for worse.

He died from an infection that could have been easily treated, if not for his stubborn nature.

Whether she's working as a physician in a clinic or a field medic in the midst of battle, Milla aims to put her medical prowess to the test while trying to be a better person than her late father.

Haruhi: Tiefling Scout Rogue

Art by CosmicNovaArt @gravedoggg and @reabault

Haruhi was left in a forest village as an infant, her parents and birthplace a mystery to her and the residents of her home. Being the only tiefling growing up amongst humans, she never felt like she fit in. She wasn't bullied or alienated, her feelings of being alone among dozens were her own. This lead to her developing more personal hobbies, like her fondness for reading books on nature and geography.

Haruhi learnt her expertise in stealth and acrobatics from a retired mercenary living on their own in the village. While she is proficient with weapons for assassination, she was taught to kill when she needed to. Efficiency is everything to her. Her upbringing and training has caused her to develop a cold, intimidating aura. She's not unpleasant on purpose and will co-operate with whoever she has to, but she has been known to snap when pushed too far.

Like Rizzo, Haruhi works as a mercenary for hire. However while the beast barbarian mostly specialises in bodyguard duty, shakedowns and generally getting her hands dirty, Haruhi takes a quieter, subtle approach to her work. If you need something done without anyone knowing, Haruhi's your go-to tiefling.

Seychelle: Variant Human Fathomless Warlock

Art by @gravedoggg

Seychelle was once a servant to a cruel noble who looked down on her for her humble background. One day the house was gifted with a strange artifact; a stone statue of a tentacle. Whenever she walked past it at the end of the hallway, she could swear she could hear it whisper to her.

One fateful day, her master lost his temper with her and was on the verge of killing her to set an example. But in her moment of need, she heard the voice from the statue next to her loud and clear in her mind. "Break the stone, and I will set you free."

With nothing left to lose, she pulled the pedestal down and the statue smashed on the floor. In what felt like a heartbeat, her vision flooded with water and everything went silent. She felt cold, she felt calm. She felt confident.

When the water around her fell, her master was on the floor, trembling in fear. It was then that she was given her first task. She dragged her former master to a nearby water bowl and drowned him in a shallow grave. She now follows her instincts and the will of her patron. Dressed in a silver cloak and the leather armour of a bandit she drowned in self-defence along the road, who she was before is not important to her now. She is Seychelle, guided by the tides of fate.

Behind Seychelle's elegant yet haunting presence is a cold, quiet confidence. She is not evil or needlessly malicious, but definitely not to be messed with if you fear drowning.

I have other OCs, but these are my main ones right now. If my girls are received well, I'll post about my OCs more often.

#Drifter's OCs #Polly Acci #Jenny Rizolli #Dr Milla Holimion #Haruhi #Seychelle #OC

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aerie-stotle · 6 months

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What if we saw a bit more of what happened during the war from forces? Like who it affected, and what distant future events can be traced back to it?

Silver the hedgehog is called to Casino Night Zone. Eggman's Army has reached the city, and silver is the closest member of the resistance who stands a chance. He shows up, beats eggman, problem solved, right?

Right. Totally.

Before the war there was a band touring. The best metal band on mobius. We only need to know one name, and that's the bass player. Her name is Bass. Creative, I know. During the war, they initially put a halt on their tour, but then they started again and extended it. The idea was to keep people's spirits up while the world crumbled to dust.

But that fateful evening, they were performing at Casino Night when Eggman and his Army attacked.

Bass was the only surviving member of the band.

She set out to find a way to bring her friends back. She thought "there are so many magical things in this world, at least one must be capable of returning life to the dead." And it wasn't a dumb thought, obviously. The time stones, the chaos emeralds, the phantom ruby, the warp topaz... There are a ton of magical stones. She just had to find the right one. So she researched the known stones that possess magical capabilities... And she found it. A black diamond that could loosely adapt to its users wishes, and the best part is that it took music to harness its power. Actually the best part was that the book she was reading said it was currently on display in a soundproof case in a museum. It even told her which museum.

When she returned to Casino Night with the gem, it had already adapted. It had turned into a green-teal color, like malachite. As she began to play the bassline to her favorite song (The song with four names a.k.a. Labyrinth kind of Love a.k.a. truth overboard a.k.a. water's red and rising), she could feel the diamond's energy reaching out to where he friends rested. She witnessed specks of dust gather into clouds. She watched those clouds condense into piles. She watched as those piles moulded themselves into the shapes of her friends, and finally... there they were.

When she spoke, however, each of them said the same thing at the same time. A wave of terror washed over her. She stepped back. They stepped back. The drummer stumbled on a tree branch, fell backwards, and disintegrated. Bass sat there in shock... or was it fear? Anger? Despair? Her friends remained expressionless.

"No. Those aren't my friends." She thought.

She got up and ran. She didn't look back. After that point, her life took to a downard spiral. The war was over and she remained miserable. She couldn't perform without her band. She couldn't be happy without her friends. She didn't get it, why did everyone else get a happy ending like that blue hedgehog?

Wait. The Hedgehog.

Silver.

It was all Silver's fault

He showed up to the battle. He was meant to be the hero. He made a big entrance, and then he fought Eggman. That's it. He fought Eggman - he PRIORITIZED fighting Eggman over saving her friends' lives. For that, she could never forgive him. For that, she would end his life.

So, with the help of a character who shall remain anonymous thanks to me having no clue who it would be, she enhanced herself to better be able to utilize the diamond. She had a chassis implanted into her chest with the diamond embedded inside. She had her arm - the one that picked the strings on her guitar - replaced by a robotic one, so that the power of the diamond could travel directly into the guitar and be stronger by the time of release.

By the end, she had control over all things dead. It was time to go through with her plan: to cause a future so catastrophic that silver would have to come back and fix it. She began using dead matter create towering abominations which had never lived in the first place and were almost impossible to kill without her power. She set them free to ravage the world.

200 years in the future, Silver wakes up to a ruined city, a dust storm, and a kaiju-sized silhouette on the horizon. Behind him is a portal.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic au #silver the hedgehog #sonic fandom #sonic forces #I spent too long writing this to not attach a metric shit ton of tags #sonic fangame #I wanted to give silver the hedgehog his own game lmao #sega #i spent too much time on this #god help me #sonic 06 #eggman #sth #sth fanart #sth oc #sth au

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naiatabris · 2 months

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Haarlep is an anagram for Raphael

A little drabble for Fic Feb! Prompt: Meeting a favorite NPC. Technically SFW, but rated M because, well, it's Haarlep.

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Lia blinked. Then blinked again. The image in front of her did not vanish.

There, lounging on a luxurious bed, clad only in a leather harness burned with glowing red runes, was Raphael. Not in the human form he’d used to speak with them so far, but in his true cambion form, all red skin and impressive horns and wide leathery wings.

Raphael’s mouth curved as he took her in. Oddly, there seemed to be no spark of recognition in his eyes; no anger, either. He seemed more amused than anything else. “A lost little mouse is running through the house,” he purred, arching an eyebrow.

Lia wanted to scream for the others. She wanted to run, or vanish, or somehow go back and decide not to go through Helsik’s portal after all. Raphael had played the charming rogue the entire time they’d known him, had offered friendship and power and help with the tadpole in that silken voice of his. She’d gathered that the others found him amusing. But Lia knew better than anyone how charm could be used to conceal deadly intentions—and her heritage had taught her that any son of Mephistopheles would have power and cruelty to spare.

In short, Raphael scared her. Now she was alone with him, after breaking into his house, and he was looking right at her, and there was nowhere to hide.

And some bizarre part of her mind couldn’t stop wondering what in the hells was up with that outfit.

“A thief in the night, greedy and here to take.” Raphael’s eyes swept Lia’s form hungrily. He stood from the bed and began to cross the room, taking step after step until he was looming over her, close enough to touch her if he wished.

Lia held her ground. She wasn’t sure if that was the right call, but damn it all, she was trying to be brave right now.

He looked down at her and smiled that terrifyingly amused smile again. “Why are you here, little thief?”

“Oh, y-you know. We just couldn’t stand things in the city without your company, Raphael,” she managed, with only a little quiver in her voice.

The figure chuckled. “Raphael? No. You will have a far crueler master than Raphael, soon.” Lia’s heart beat faster and a pleasant heat flushed her face as he stroked the tip of one claw down her cheek. With a start, she realized what he must be.

Not Raphael. An incubus. What is he doing here?

They, not he, her brain corrected helpfully. Incubi have no fixed gender.

“Tell me. What inspired you to pay him a visit?” the incubus purred, the point of their claw coming to rest just beneath Lia’s chin.

Lia fumbled for a convincing lie. Fortunately, another voice behind her saved her the trouble.

“Oh gods. What the fuck have I stumbled into?”

Relief flooded Lia as she heard Karlach behind her. Other footsteps followed, familiar and welcome ones, and so Lia took a step back, drawing closer to her friends. She crossed her arms and stood up straight, trying to look like a powerful magic-user with even more powerful allies at her back. Not a terrified tiefling lost in the home of her much scarier cousin.

“An incubus’s bedroom, I believe,” she said, trying to sound calm.

“I am, in fact, Raphael’s personal incubus,” the fiend corrected proudly. They returned to the bed and lounged against the pillows, displaying themselves artfully against the headboard, all skimpy clothing and taunt muscle. They gestured up and down their body. “Glamoured and transfigured to look like him.”

Lia couldn’t help but pull a face at that. An incubus could have granted Raphael any fantasy he wanted; apparently, the cambion’s fantasy was himself. It was a revealing insight into Raphael, but one Lia really could have lived without.

“I am Haarlep,” the incubus continued, their eyes still on Lia. Even though she still wore the beggar’s garb she’d donned to blend in, she felt almost bare in front of them, as if they could see every ridge and curve of her body underneath her rags. “You’ll be crying my name soon, so it’s fitting that you know it.”

Behind her, Lia heard Astarion draw in an angry hiss of breath.

“Why don’t we play a game?” the incubus continued, their smile hungry. “If you win, I give you everything you desire.”

“What kind of game?” Lia asked warily.

“It’s a surprise,” Haarlep replied, chuckling. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

She felt her eyes narrow. “What happens if I lose?”

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll enjoy yourself even more if you lose.” The incubus’s smile was pure predator, a wolf looking at a frightened rabbit. “Now then. Off with your clothes.”

Lia blinked. Gods, did they think she was stupid? There was no way to win a clothes-off kind of game against an incubus. “I… think I’ll be more comfortable if I’m not naked. And if we play a different game. One that doesn’t happen on the bed. I’m guessing your game happens on the bed.”

“Good guess,” Haarlep purred.

“What about lanceboard?” she suggested brightly. “Gale’s really good at lanceboard. I bet you haven’t had a challenge in a while.”

Lanceboard?! her mind screamed. He's not going to play lanceboard, you dolt!

The incubus laughed as if she’d just told the funniest joke in the world. “Oh, little mouse. I think you know better. You play my game, or we don’t play at all.” Their eyes flashed. “Your clothes. Now. Be a good girl, and you might just leave here with your life.”

“Um. No?” she tried. “I mean, I’d love to leave here alive. But I’m keeping my clothes on. It’s kind of a dealbreaker.”

“That is very disappointing.” Haarlep’s eyes narrowed as they curled their fingers into a claw. When they spoke again, all trace of seduction was gone. “You will make a pretty feast!”

Suddenly imps were swarming the bedroom, and Haarlep was unfurling their wings, and Lia realized that she had just talked them into a battle.

With a resigned sigh, she reached for her crossbows. “Sorry, everyone,” she said sheepishly. “That… didn’t go how I’d hoped.”

“Don’t apologize, darling.” Behind her, Astarion drew his bow. “Wanting to see you naked is actually one of the more interesting reasons someone has tried to kill us this week.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53721352

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percervall · 1 year

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ever our lives entwined (I'll be yours and you'll be mine)

Player: Mats Hummels Words: 3213 Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, p in v, unprotected sex, cockwarming (if you squint), mentions of sexism, porn w/feelings?? I guess?? A/N: This fic has been brewing since idk November?? December?? Funnily enough it took getting covid and yelling about this fic idea to @kostasstsimikass and @emilielfc for the pieces to fall into place

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Pulling the car door closed a little more forcefully than necessary, you buckle your seat belt and cross your arms across your chest. Anger was prickling under your skin, like an itch you can’t scratch. Mats looks at you, both puzzled and taken aback. Every question he asks you is met with short, mono-syllabic answers and you refuse to look at him. You can hear the gears turning in his head as he mulls over what happened in the showroom of the kitchen specialist. Logically speaking, you know Mats was only trying to do the right thing, but the way he went about dealing with that sleaze of a salesman made your blood boil. You had been willing to grin and bear it, suffer through thinly veiled sexism to get those new appliances, but of course your husband had left his brain at home that morning.

You head straight into the kitchen after Mats parked the car in the garage. You hear the kitchen door click shut and the jangle of keys as he drops them in the bowl on the island. Pouring yourself a glass of water, you try your hardest to ignore him as the anger courses through your body. You know he normally loves seeing you this worked up –he’s told you so on many occasions as you made out in stadium corridors after you had ranted about how unfair the referee had been or how that player should’ve at least gotten yellow for that challenge.

“Schatzi-...” he starts, but you don’t allow him to finish that sentence as you turn around to look at him. You can feel the hardness of your stare and you see him gulp as your eyes meet his.

“You stupid, stupid man,” you say calmly, but your words are laced with enough venom to kill an army. Mats stands rooted to the spot, incredulity across his face.

“Me? What the hell did I do?” You put your glass down a little harder than necessary and he flinches at the sound.

“What did you-.. You put your foot in that big mouth of yours, is what you did. Why did you have to go and play knight in shining armour?” You can see him visibly bristle at your accusation, annoyance flashing in his eyes.

“He was insulting your intelligence! ‘Oh look at this, extra special functions for the modern housewife har-har’,” he mocks as he rounds the island.

“I was well aware that he was using sexist stereotypes as a sales pitch, thank you very much. Who insulted whose intelligence now? I was this close to getting us that oven upgrade with a steamer function for a fraction of the original price,” you retort, holding your fingers a hair’s breadth apart. Whatever Mats is planning on saying in return dies on his lips at your admission. Instead he stares at you dumbfounded.

“Yes Mats, I was playing him like a fiddle and it was working until you opened your mouth,” you say, a sardonic smile tugging at your lips, “Guess you just enjoy spending over a grand on an oven because we are getting that one.” The tone of your voice leaves no room for argument. You can see the irritation drain out of him, shoulders slumping as it dawns on him just what he has done; he had undermined your intelligence just as much as the salesman had done, but it was worse because he knows just how clever you are, how quick witted.

He moves closer, taking your hand in his.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I should’ve known better,” he says quietly, eyes trained on you. You sigh, feeling the last of the anger dissolve.

“How can I make it up to you?” he murmurs, pulling you closer. You look up at him, a wicked glint in your eyes replacing the fury.

“Your big mouth got you into this mess, I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure out a way to get out of it,” you say with a teasing tone as your hands come to rest on his pectoral muscles. Mats tilts your face up, pressing his lips against yours. Your hands move higher, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck as he angles your face to deepen the kiss. Mats lets his hands wander down your sides to the backs of your thighs before lifting you up. You’re quick to wrap your legs around him as he walks the two of you into the living room.

Mats sits down on the couch with you now in his lap as his hands curve around your hips to rest on your ass.

“Although I hate being the object of your anger, it never fails to turn me on,” he murmurs in the space between your lips when he breaks the kiss.

“I can tell baby,” you all but purr, rocking your hips against him, making his breath catch in his throat.

“I think I know how to make it up to you,” he says, voice rough as lust clouds his thoughts when you keep grinding against him. His fingers grab hold of your hips, lifting you off his crotch. He asks you to stand up, his hands moving to unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your legs and helping you step out of them. Mats slides down the couch and sits on the floor, hand outstretched.

“Sit on my face, sweetheart,” he all but whispers as he pulls you closer. You hesitate a moment, feeling your cheeks heat up in both anticipation and something like shame.

“Wh-what?” you stammer, not sure whether you heard him correctly.

“Sit on my face. Let me make it up to you. As you said, my big, stupid mouth got me in trouble, only fair I put it to good use now,” he explains, rubbing slow circles over your wrist.

While his request takes you by surprise, you would be lying if you said you never fantasised about it. Especially every time his lips would quirk up in a smile, laughter lines in place. You try to push those thoughts back down as you look down at him, back resting against the couch, legs spread to undoubtedly accommodate his erection.

“Mats, I-I don’t.. What if you suffocate?”

Mats chuckles at that.

“Schatzi, let me worry about that,” he says, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist before he pulls your panties down and helps you kneel on the couch. You rest your hands on the back, looking down at your husband whose face is now inches away from you. Even though the sight of his brown eyes glittering with sheer want for you is empowering, you’re still not entirely convinced that this is a good idea.

“Sweetheart, out of all the times I’ve gone down on you, how often did that end with me suffocating?”

You have to admit that he has you there. “Well, none but-..”

“Exactly,” he interrupts, “Besides, if I’m not at least panting by the end of it we didn’t do it right. If I need to come up for air, I’ll tap your thigh twice okay?”

You nod but you’re still hesitant, worried about all the ways this could go to shit.

“Just wanna make you feel good baby,” Mats murmurs, stroking a hand down your thigh as he presses a kiss to the inside of your leg, just above your knee.

“My smart, sexy wife… Using the patriarchy in her favour. God, I love you,” he says, sounding almost reverent despite the fact he is about to do the most sinful things to you. As you tighten your grip on the couch cushions, you look down once more, biting back a whimper at the sight of him buried between your legs while he kisses your thighs. His fingers dig into your skin as he pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to the most intimate part of you, making you suck in a breath at the contact. His tongue darts out, slowly, so agonisingly slow, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your eyes flutter closed as your fingers dig into the cushions and you try to widen your stance. Mats hums appreciatively, moving back to your entrance. He keeps this up until you feel your body relax into his touch. Mats’ fingers are still firmly wrapped around your thighs as his tongue slowly dips into you. You can’t stop the strangled noise that comes out of your throat as he licks into you, trying to find that spot he knows will have you whimpering in seconds. Mats pulls out, moving his lips to your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he flicks his tongue over it. A slow heat climbs itself up your spine and you can feel your arousal start to wet the apex of your thighs. Mats moans, the vibrations against your clit stealing the breath from your lungs.

It doesn’t take long for your body to get a mind of its own as he keeps fucking you with his tongue. Your hips undulate against his face as a hand fists his curls. You are pretty much riding his tongue by this point and all coherent thoughts have left you as pleasure zaps through you. Leaning back slightly, you manage to pull your hoodie off, feeling too hot all of a sudden. Mats holds your cunt against him in this angle, groaning as his tongue dips into you, and his nose brushes against your clit. The added stimulation against that sensitive bud in combination with the scrape of his beard against your inner thighs has you reduced to a whimpering mess. Your eyes are closed as you chase your high, using him to get what you need. You can feel it building in the pit of your stomach, like a cord that’s being pulled tighter and tighter until you don’t think you can take much more.

“Mats-.. Oh fuck.. Need-.. I’m gonna-…” It’s impossible to form sentences let alone finish them. Mats doesn’t need you to as he redoubles his efforts. He shifts his focus to your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around it, the vibrations of his moans only adding to your pleasure. Tightening the hand in his hair, your back arches as that cord finally snaps and you’re coming all over his mouth and chin. Your thighs quiver and the only sound that leaves you is a strangled cry of pleasure. Mats keeps licking and sucking, making appreciative noises as he tastes you. You try to squeeze your thighs shut, the sensations suddenly too much, having forgotten in the haze of lust that your husband is still very much buried between them. As you try to lift yourself off him, you almost fall forward, limbs heavy and uncoordinated. Mats reaches his hands up, encircling your waist as he steadies you. The sentiment fills your heart with so much love that it feels as if you could burst as his whispered affirmations and praise register. This is one of the many reasons you fell head over heels in love with him all those years ago; It’s knowing that despite your stubbornness and fierce sense of self, he will always be there to catch you when you fall.

He guides you up and slides out from underneath you, quick to pull you down. You’re not entirely sure how he manages to manipulate your body in such a way that you end up in his lap, but you’re grateful that he does. You kiss him, the need too strong to ignore as tears burn at the corners of your eyes. He kisses you back, one arm sliding underneath your t-shirt to rest on your back holding you to him as the other hand curves around your jaw to angle your face. Mats bucks into you involuntarily as you rake your nails over his scalp and you can’t help but moan at the feeling of his denim-clad erection pressing into your core. Panting, he breaks the kiss.

“Need you, sweetheart. Need to feel you…” He sounds as desperate as you feel. Raising up on your knees, you pull his sweater up and over. Mats quickly unbuttons his jeans and pushes it past his hips. The angle makes it a little difficult but he manages to get it off, leaving him in just his boxers, which quickly join the pile of clothing scattered through the living room. You reach one hand down, taking hold of his cock and sliding it through your folds to coat it in your wetness before angling him at your entrance. Mats’ hands encircle your ribs, pushing your t-shirt up and your body down onto him.

“Oh.. Oh fuck,” you whisper at the stretch. The feeling leaves you panting as you slowly move up and down to accommodate him. There’s no way you’re able to take all of him like this and you know that it’ll only end in pain if you keep trying. Leaving just the tip of his cock inside, you lean forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

“Be right back,” you whisper and climb up. Mats leans back, arm resting on the couch as he watches you walk away. You dig through a drawer of the built in bookshelves and make a triumphant noise as you find the bottle you were looking for. This is not the first time the two of you hadn’t made it to the bedroom. Mats had quickly learnt that it was easier to keep lube in pretty much every room than to run upstairs to get it. You quickly check the expiration date before turning around. Mats looks up at you, legs spread as he lazily strokes himself, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. There’s a heat, a want that’s simmering in those brown eyes as his thumb sweeps over the weeping head of his cock. The sight of your husband spread out on the living room floor like that –all angles and soft lines on show for you to lust over, has you clenching around nothing and your clit throbbing. Dropping the bottle next to him, you quickly pull off your t-shirt before kneeling down. Mats holds out a hand, letting you squeeze a generous amount onto his palm. He rubs his fingers and thumb together, coating them, and gently slides two through your folds while he holds onto your hip with the other hand. You throw your head back as he curls one long finger into you, digging your nails into his shoulders. It leaves you breathless, eyes fluttering closed.

“I know, I know,” he murmurs against your skin as you whimper when he pulls back. Mats quickly slicks his cock and lines it up with where you’re aching for him. You watch him watch you take all of him as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. The stretch always catches you off guard, but it soon gives way to waves of pleasure. Mats presses his lips to your sternum, kissing down the valley between your breasts where the lace of your bralette gives way to skin.

“So good, always so good…” he mutters as you set a rhythm that’s agonisingly slow. You feel each drag of his cock against your walls, the tip curling deliciously against that spot inside you with each roll of your hips. Mats closes his lips around your nipple through the fabric of your bralette, making you clench around him.

“‘M not gonna last,” he groans, fingers digging into your hips as he desperately tries to hold on while bucking into you.

“Don’t want you to,” you all but whisper, before he captures your lips in a kiss that leaves your head spinning. You brace yourself on his shoulders, angling your hips just right for him to keep hitting that spot that has you melting into him. His lips attach themselves to your neck as he licks and sucks, surely leaving marks.

“Right there.. Mats, right there, don’t-.. God, don’t stop..” It’s all the encouragement he needs to fuck into you, picking up the pace. It’s anything but graceful at this point, but you don’t care. A fire is building in the pit of your stomach and it’s threatening to consume you whole. You feel his thumb rubbing tight little circles over your already overstimulated clit and you cry out as your orgasm wrecks through you, leaving you clenching around him in waves. Mats groans, muttering his praise into the skin of your clavicle as he follows you over the edge and spills deep inside of you.

You all but collapse into his arms, your muscles turned to jelly. Mats remains inside of you and you can feel him soften as he holds your body to his. He kisses you tenderly, languidly.

“I’m sorry for doubting you, sweetheart,” he says quietly after breaking the kiss. You brush the curls that are now sticking to his forehead back, a loving smile tugging at your lips.

“All’s forgiven, my love,” you whisper back, kissing him briefly before snuggling into him, head tucked under his chin. Mats runs lazy patterns over your shoulder as the two of you remain cuddled on the floor. You’re not entirely sure how long you stay like that, or when exactly you drifted off, but you jolt awake when you feel him shift underneath you.

“Sorry baby,” Mats pretty much coos, “I didn’t mean to wake you. My ass was going numb.” You chuckle and then shiver as the air hits your cooling skin.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he says quietly, kissing your temple. You nod and slowly climb off him, groaning as the muscles in your legs protest at the change. He helps you get back to your feet, handing you your panties. You smile gratefully, knowing you’d rather not spend the next couple of hours removing cum stains from your hardwood floors. Mats keeps hold of your hand as the two of you make it up the stairs and into the bathroom. While he turns the shower on, you quickly use the toilet, trying to clean up as much as you can, throwing your underwear in the laundry basket. Mats holds out his hand once more and you allow him to pull you under the stream of the shower, moaning as the hot water hits your skin. He hugs you with his front pressed against your back, lips pressed against your hair as he murmurs sweet nothings. You allow your eyes to close, soaking up the warmth of the shower and his body, his words. Swallowing around the sudden lump in your throat, you turn around and kiss him, pouring all that you’re feeling and thinking into that kiss. He brushes your hair back from your face and smiles against your lips.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Mats whispers, resting his forehead against yours. You smile, feeling a tear roll down your cheek, almost as if your love for him has no other place to go. He brushes it away with his thumb, and you know he will always be ready to support you in any way you need him too, know he is yours, mind, body, and soul, and you are his.

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welp, can't believe I actually wrote this 🙈 also no one will ever know the search terms used researching this fic. Let's just say I learnt more while writing this than during sex ed. It might not seem out there compared to other fics, but this was uhm an experience for sure

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