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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Can you write a smutty story with Ethan Landry maybe giving your bf a blowjob while he’s playing video games with his friends…

Request: Ethan with “stop distracting me” and turns into something more 🤭

Please forgive my lack of video game knowledge. All I’ve ever played is animal crossing, pokemon and some crash (the orange fox) car race…when I was 9 to 12

Warnings: smut, blowjob

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‘’Are you done soon?’’ you asked for the seventh time, waiting for Ethan to be done with his game.

He’s been playing video games for what seemed like hours now, turning your netflix and chill plans into a gaming night with Chad. You had nothing against the guy, but since Tara broke up with him a few weeks ago, he’s been interfering with your and Ethan’s plans and it was starting to really get on your nerves.

You get that he’s sad about Tara and needs a friend, but he’s got plenty. Why doesn’t he bother someone else?

‘’Yeah. Just a little longer, babe.’’ His eyes were fixed on his computer screen, fingers moving on his controller while Chad talked to him through the headset.

You were tempted to unplug his computer and abruptly end their game, but you didn’t want to be that girlfriend. So you sat patiently on Ethan’s bed behind him, playing with a plushie toy you found on his shelf. It was likely a collectible of some anime he liked, but you were careful with it.

Another hour passed and you had enough.

You stood and wrapped your arms around Ethan’s neck from behind and kissed his face, trying to distract him enough so he would abandon Chad and spend time with you. It was childish, but sometimes you had to play that card.

‘’Stop distracting me.’’ Ethan leaned into your touch, but didn’t tear his eyes from his screen, focused solely on the game before him. ‘’Go, I’ll cover you,’’ he said into the mic of his headset, then began jamming the buttons on his controller and shooting at the people.

You thought of flashing him. He could never resist your boobs, but the last time did so while he was gaming, Ethan clumsily hit his knee against his table and almost spilled his drink all over his expensive gaming set.

You needed to think of something else.

Ah! A mischievous grin curled on your lips as an idea sprung into your mind. It was more dirty than any stunt you’ve pulled before, but you knew this would win Ethan's attention.

As quietly as possible, you crawled and slid under the desk, trying to not accidentally unplug any chords and sabotage your own plan. The space was cramped under there, but you made it work and found a way to situate yourself comfortably enough.

You reached for the button of Ethan’s pants, your unexpected touch startling him in the process.

‘’What the fu—’’ He looked down underneath his desk and saw you at his feet. Ethan drew his eyebrows confusedly. ‘’What are you doing?’’ he asked in a hushed voice, covering his mic so Chad would not hear.

You ignored his question and undid his pants, holding your smirk when you brushed his sensitive cock and heard Ethan bite a moan. His eyes shifted between his screen and you, his heartbeat starting to pick up from the panic and excitement. This was every gamer’s fantasy and he couldn’t believe it was happening to him.

You pulled out his cock from his boxers as gently as possible, soft but heavy in your hand. His hips pushed up instinctively and you kissed his tip just to tease him further, causing Ethan’s breathing to falter for a split second. He was so sensitive to your touch.

At first, you jerked him to get him hard, spitting into your palm. You spread it over his growing shaft and stroked slowly.

He was keeping it together surprisingly well.

But when you gave his leaking head a little squeeze, that’s when he slipped, grunting softly as his abdomen tightened, his cock twitching in your hand. Panic flashed through Ethan’s eyes, praying Chad had not heard that. It would be so embarrassing.

You giggled amusedly, going back to pumping him. You kept your strokes slow, taking revenge for all the hours he made you wait. Next time, he’ll tell Chad to find another gaming buddy.

The thing about Ethan was that he was very sensitive and whiny. So the more you stroked him, the more sensitive he got and soon enough, he was shifting restlessly in his chair and having to bite his hoodie’s sleeve cuff to muffle a few needy whines.

Then, you push the level of difficulty to the next step, leaning forward and taking him into your mouth. You sucked gently and started to bob up and down his cock.

Ethan’s brain short-circuited and he almost dropped his controller. ‘’Fuck.’’ He quickly caught it and ran after Chad like a small child running after his mommy.

You pushed your teasing further, relaxing your throat and taking him all the way. Ethan took a deep breath, fighting the moan coming up his throat. He wanted to drop his controller and grab your hair into a ponytail to push you over his cock until you gagged on his length, but other duties were calling him.

‘’You there, dude?’’

‘’Y-yeah!’’ Ethan stuttered, gripping the controller so hard as his tip hit the back of your throat. ‘’I’m having issues with my internet connection,’’ he explained, making up a lie.

You stayed there for a few seconds and moaned, sending vibrations to his cock. ‘’Mmh, you taste so good, baby.’’

Ethan hummed, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes for a brief second, jumping when Chad screamed through the mic — again. ‘’Shit. Sorry, I— Sorry,’’ he apologized, his face burning in embarrassment. ‘’Yeah, yeah. I’ll cover you.’’ His fingers jammed the buttons of his controller, returning his attention to the screen.

You continued your work until you felt Ethan close to his release, getting him exactly where you wanted him….and stopped. With a smirk, you pulled back cold turkey and he nearly groaned in agony at the loss of your warm mouth around him.

‘’I was about to cum. Why did you fucking stop?!’’ Ethan said out loud, looking down at you and forgetting about Chad on the other end.

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hazeracha · 1 year

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• // valentine’s day // •

pairing // jisung x reader

summary // spending Valentine’s Day with jisung didn’t go as planned…

warning // fluff, a little suggestive, kissing

wc: 2.0k

A/N I dont know why but this outfit that he wore recently has had me in a chokehold so I just had to write something about it. Dont forget requests are still open if there is anything you want me to write about let me know!! I hope you all enjoy.

“Why are you leaving me?” you whined as you watched Jisung get ready to go to the company.

You were laying in his bed at the dorms having stayed over the night before to spend time together on Valentine’s Day but there was a change of plans. He received a phone call from his manager telling him to come into the company for a quick meeting this afternoon. Jisung also thought it would be a good idea to leave a little earlier and work on some songs whilst he was there. You watched as he finished getting ready and grabbed his bag getting ready to leave. You sat up on the edge of the bed reaching your arms out for Jisung. He walked towards you standing in between your legs and your arms instantly wrapped around his waist as you buried your head into his stomach. “Don’t leave please.”

“Baby, I have to. I’m sorry I know we were supposed to spend the whole day together but you understand why I have to leave right? You know I wouldn’t if it wasn’t important.” he explained. “I know you don’t have to apologise to me it’s just… I don’t know… I....” you paused burying your head in closer and taking a deep breath. “Talk to me what is it? Are you okay?” He cupped your cheeks in his hands forcing you to look up at him

“It’s just...” you paused once again before you finally finished your sentence, “you look so good I can’t believe you're leaving me when you look like that” you gestured towards him with both your hands. He hit you lightly on the shoulder before speaking “I thought it was something serious, your such an idiot” he laughed pulling you in for another hug. “It is serious, my boyfriend is leaving me on Valentine’s Day whilst looking insanely attractive. I won't allow it.”

You clung to him tighter, “are you sure I can’t convince you to stay a little longer” you ran your hands up and down his sides before slipping your hands under his hoodie and feeling his warm skin on your fingertips as your traced small circles along his back looking up at him through your eyelashes. “It is very convincing but sadly I can’t...” he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on your lips “but if you want to spend more time with me you could come to the company” he suggested. Your eyes lit up at his comment, instantly jumping up from the bed and rushing around trying to find something to wear. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready” you said as Jisung sat down on the spot you had just left, leaning back on his hands and watching you get ready. You settled on one of Jisung’s hoodies and a pair of oversized jeans pairing it with your platform converse. “I’m ready!” you leaned down and pressed another kiss to his lips before he stood up taking his hand in yours and leading you out the dorms and into the car.

You spent most of your time in the studio alone listening to music and reading the book you brought to pass the time. After you got bored with reading you used Jisung’s laptop to watch some Netflix, but of course, steering clear of watching the drama you watched together because he would never forgive you if you watched it without him. You heard your phone buzz on the desk and looked down to see a notification telling you that Stray Kids were live, the title read Happy Valentine’s Day. Clicking on the notification curious to see who it was, you were expecting Chan’s face to appear as he told you he was going to do a special live for Stay’s today but you were shocked when your boyfriend's face appeared on the screen.

> Y/N - Han Jisung!!!!

You watched as his eyes moved towards his phone and his eyes widened, he picked up his phone and stared for a few seconds before you watched him type on your screen.

J.One > WHY DID YOU USE MY FULL NAME??

J.One > What did I do!!!

> Y/N - Will you be my Valentine??? 🥺

J.One > I already am, what do you mean???

> Y/N - Then tell me why the Fuck I have spent nearly the whole day ALONE!!!

J.One > Once I’m done with this live you have all the time in the world to spend with me

> Y/N - Your lucky I love you AND look so damn good today like…

> Y/N - Your so pretty!!!

J.One > I know I am baby, you don’t have to tell me 😌

> Y/N - Annddd you have ruined the moment…

J.One > Sorry, my brain just stopped functioning I panicked

J.One > You can’t compliment me like that without warning

> Y/N - But it’s true, you look so good today I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep my hands to myself when we get home

J.One > Who says we have to wait until we get home 😏

> Y/N - HAN JISUNG!!!

J.One > Sorry, sorry. Just come sit with me whilst I finish my live I need to get off my phone

You walked through the hallways of the company passing studio after studio hearing different melodies and beats coming from them, which is something you always enjoy doing. You suppose that after all the time you have spent with Jisung and the other boys you have developed a better understanding of music, and the process you have to go through to create it. But also how much time it takes to produce a song. I guess you could say your love for music increased after meeting Jisung and you respected the people who made it a lot more.

You opened the door slowly and smiled at the staff sitting opposite Jisung taking the first empty seat you could find on the other side of the table. You smiled at Jisung and brought your book out, lightly placing it on the table trying not to make a noise. You listened to his voice as he spoke about his new song and many other things that came to his mind or were sparked by a comment he read. It was one of your favourite things to do, his voice was so calming and you can admit you were guilty of watching his old lives when he was unable to call you just so you could hear his voice.

After his live finished he spoke to his manager and a couple of the staff before they left the room leaving you and him alone. Standing up from the chair you made your way to Jisung and asked him if he was ready to go which he replied with a nod and took your hand leading you back to the studio to get your things. The silence as you walked was strange usually he always has something to say meaning he was preoccupied with something else.

As soon as he entered the studio he slumped down into the chair in front of the desk closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath. You stood and watched waiting for him to say something before you broke the silence. He opened his eyes and reached his arms motioning for you to come and sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he did the same around your waist holding you close letting your legs hang over the armrest of the chair.

“I’m sorry our day didn’t go to plan the way we wanted it to. So to make up for it how about we go back home and order some food and I know we both agreed not to get each other presents, but how about we go shopping tomorrow. Or if you would rather stay at home because we all know you are more of an introvert than me...” he joked, “we can do some online shopping and I will buy you whatever you want” he suggested.

“Anything?” you raised your eyebrows at him playing with the strings of his hoodie. “Yes anything. Unless it’s that one photocard of Changbin you want because ‘it’s the only one you need to complete the full set’ ”he said putting quotation marks around his words with his fingers. You laughed at the way he mimicked your voice, although you really hope that’s not what he thinks you sound like. Jisung brought his hand up to your face and brushed away a few pieces of hair that fell in front of your face brushing it behind your ear and brining his hand to rest on the side of your neck. You watched as his tongue ran over his bottom lip and his eyes drifted towards your lips.

Placing both your hands on Jisung's face and cupping his cheeks you pulled him in for a kiss, his grip on the side of your neck tightened as he pulled you in closer and let his tongue brush again your bottom lip. You pulled away and let your foreheads rest together feeling the soft material of the hat he was wearing against your skin. His eyes widened at your action and you could see him tense immediately thinking something was wrong but he relaxed when he saw you stand up and reposition yourself so you were now straddling him. His hands came back to your waist and your lips met once again. After a couple of seconds, you pulled away and started placing small kisses all over his face, first it was his cheek then the tip of his nose, forehead and lastly another on his lips. You pulled back and looked at his face as his hands made their way under the hoodie you were wearing and started tracing small circles on your back with his fingers as you did it to him this morning.

“Can I have another kiss” he pouted and closed his eyes waiting for you to complete his request. Instead, you reached for your phone and took a picture. His eyes shot open as he heard the shutter on the camera click and he reached for the phone. You held your hand up out of his reach and laughed as you watched him struggle under you to grab your phone. “No, give me the phone!! delete it, I look stupid” he whined reaching for the phone one more time. “No you look cute, I’m going to make it my lock screen” you teased.

That set him off even more as he now grabbed you with both hands resting on your ass and stood up from the chair, you let out a small squeal as he lifted you and placed you on the couch behind him so that you were now under him. “Oh, is this what you meant earlier when you said we don’t have to wait until we get home, because if it is… I like where this is going” you joked as he put one of his hands on your hips pushing you further into the couch and pressing his hips against you using his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. He leaned in pressing his lips to yours again and pulling you closer by the collar of the hoodie you were wearing. The kiss grew deeper and more needy as he eventuallty pulled back just a little but still letting his lips linger close to yours but not close enough, you could feel his heavy breaths tickling your lips before he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Only if you give me your phone”

“Stop pretending like you don’t have pictures of me that are ten times worse on your phone” you pushed him away from you so he was now sitting upright on your lap. “Yeah, but that’s different I have my idol image to uphold plus I’m also the face of stray kids. aka the most handsome one,” he ran a hand through his hair that was sticking out the top of his hat. ”Your ridiculous you know that?”

“Yeah I know but you love me” he smiled.

“Yes, I do”

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lanitalay · 2 months

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One Day : Chapter 6.5

based on the netflix series by the same name

a/n: honestly this has been really cathartic for me to write because in my mind, the reader is harboring so much anger that it shuts her down and i went through something similar last year where I just retreated into myself and it was a dark place to be. So of course I cried writing this. And I never really liked ACOSF but Nesta's arc has always been compelling because i hold on to anger and forgiveness does not come naturally to me. So yeah, enjoy, hopefully.

warnings: angsty, drinking, sad

word count: 800

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Winter Solstice was alright in your opinion. Not your favorite holiday, but it wasn’t the worst day of the year. Nesta had reluctantly accepted Feyre’s invitation to the Townhouse but you told her you’d visit Bec, who had been begging you to see you for months now. You were dressed in a coat, mittens and boots and stood in front of the door of your, let's be honest, run down apartment.

You didn’t want to go out. Didn’t want to see your friends’ faces when they looked at you. So you stood by the door for a while, until it got too late to leave, by the time you’d arrive the festivities would be over.

Sighing, you threw off the coat and mittens, opting to flop down on the couch. Nesta said she’d come by when she was done with the Inner Circle. You refused to acknowledge the clawing in your chest. It wasn’t that you didn’t miss your friends, you did. But the anger you felt was all consuming. There they were, carrying on like usual and you were still there. Still in the war camps. Praying to the Mother to help you save as many lives as possible. Still stuck in your little cabin with Lenus. It was like having a bloodhound constantly chasing you, never stopping. The memories, the vivid images would come from the very back of your mind and sink their jagged teeth into your flesh.

Without looking you knew the cabinets were empty. The last bottle of wine was somewhere in the bathroom, you’d finished it while getting ready to head out.

There was a knock at the door. It was past midnight, Nesta lasted longer than you thought she would. Though, you hoped she had spoken with her sisters. You get up “finally, let's go to Jax’s, I’m out of booze.” You grab her hand and walk with her out of the building. “How was it?”

“Fine, how was Bec’s”

“Didn’t go.”

“Why?”

“Just couldn’t.” Once at the club you sat down in your usual booth. “The band they have tonight is good.” Music filled the space and you were immediately transported to all the nights spent at Rita’s. “I’ll go get us drinks.”

When you returned to the booth you found that Nesta had taken to the dance floor so you joined her. The club was not packed as usual so you two could dance freely without worrying about bumping into strangers. It was always freeing. Dancing with Nesta, the tingle on your skin from the liquor, multicolor faelights lighting up the space and the music thumping in your chest. Cold hands grabbed at your waist and pulled you back into a male body. You complied and danced against him, reveling in the feel of skin against skin.

The band finished its set and the male you were dancing with still held your hand. “Wanna keep the party going?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded, biting your lower lip. “Nes, we’re gonna head out.” She was standing by the bar talking with Jax and before you turned to leave she grabbed your arm. “Here,” she pulled a small box and envelope from one of her coat pockets.

“What 's this?” But she was too involved in her conversation and your companion was too eager to leave so you didn’t get your answer until you got to the apartment.

You excused yourself and went into your bedroom and immediately pulled out the little box. It was wrapped in pretty blue paper that you couldn’t appreciate at the club. Carefully, you unwrapped and opened it. There was a piece of paper folded neatly, your name scrawled on it in beautiful writing. Something soured in your throat. Taking out the paper allowed you to see what was beneath.

You set it down and read the letter, hoping for an explanation.

“Happy Winter Solstice, in. This is supposed to stay put all day, hope you like it. I miss you.”

“I’m this close to cutting my hair off” you told Azriel, exasperated because your locks kept getting in the way of you inspecting his stitches. “Don’t you have something to tie your hair with?”

“Yeah but they always slip and just cause more problems.”

Inside the box was a cobalt blue ribbon.

“I changed my mind, get out.”

“Baby don’t be like that.”

“Get out!” You forced him up from the couch and shoved him out the door, slamming it shut. Tears cascading down your cheeks the second you were alone.

“She’ll come around eventually.” Bec said as she put an arm on Azriel’s shoulder.

“I don’t know how to help her… she’s made herself a ghost.”

“I’ve known her for longer than you have, Az. She’s hurting… and it hurts to be pushed away by her. It’s like being on the dark side of the moon after a lifetime of sunshine. But she was the same when her parents died and… somehow she put herself back together.”

“There has to be something I can do.”

“Just be there when she comes back.”

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sturnsjtop · 2 months

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When I said I wanted enemies to lovers I didn’t mean one insult and their all over each other. I want a slowburnnn. Yk prob like 2-3 parts where it’s like full-on insulting and teasing and yelling. And also him going too far and after he feels like super bad and guilty is my favourite thing everrr. I love when people feel bad for me like yes apologise to me rn but I won’t accept it cuz I want you to follow me and watch my every move and text me on every platform existing cuz I blocked you everywhere. Beg me for forgiveness on ur knees until they bleed like 😇🥰🥰😘. After I’ll still not accept it and make you go more mad and you will start to dgaf but you will after I make you so mad you insult me again. I’ll fake cry and you’ll feel more guilty than before. You’ll do anything in your power to make me forgive you and I’ll just act like an innocent little girl how’s the victim of a toxic person’s enjoyment. I’ll tell you that you hurt me so much that I got depressed and didn’t get out of my bed for days. You’ll feel super guilty so you will buy me presents to make up for your outrageous behaviour while I’m just chilling and watching “YOU” on Netflix planning my toxic and delusional life with you like Joe🥰. (Except the fucking cage cuz like I’ll go in jail but again😇) Eventually I’ll forgive you and we’ll start to date but I’ll start little arguments with you until you get so fed up you break up with me. But dw I wanted that. I’ll act super destroyed and hurt telling you that I love you and I started those little arguments cuz I cared for you and wanted the best for you. You’ll fall for it and we’ll get back together. We’ll have little arguments but we’ll fix them and life a happy ever after 😇

this is acc what i want. But I’m so sensitive I’ll fr never forgive them if they’re mean. Like if they make fun of me or bully me I’ll fr hate them forever but matthew sturniolo is matthew sturniolo 😁

Idk if im toxic but 😇

PLEASE TELL ME IF IM MENTAL

(and someone pls agree with me on this. I promise I’m not toxic guys😇)

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anomaly-hivemind · 7 months

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Collar ID || collaring w/Yuri Briar x Afab! Reader

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Word Count: 1609

Tags: dom! reader, POC reader,flogging, latex, cock stepping, groveling, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, degradation, praise kink, squirting

I was sitting in bed, bonnet on snuggly , with a can of fruit in hand. Watching some random comedy horror that I found on netflix. It was only to pass the time while I waited for my boyfriend. It was around the usual time that Yuri would be on his way home if nothing came up. I scroll a bit on my phone when I get a notification from Yuri.

“Gonna be a bit late coming home, I got a bit of paperwork I want to finish. “ The message read and I let out an annoyed sigh. I don’t feel like waiting for him to finish work because I know that just means he's not going to get home until I was long asleep. I smile, as a mischievous idea comes to mind.

I take my oversized top off, my naked breast getting the blunt of the cold air from this bedroom. I lay on my stomach and posed so that my butt was in the view of my camera. I push my tits together and set my timer so I can take a photo. When the picture was taken I sent it to Yuri.

“Can't wait for you my pet, I miss you ;]” I sent the message right after the photo and waited.

Read.

Wow this was my breaking point. He couldn’t even dignify my unadulterated sexyness with a whiny emoji or anything!

I dropped my phone on the bed and went to my closet. I pushed past my regular clothes to where all my lingerie was. Silk was soft, coquette, not the vibe I was looking for. Lace? No, no it still had an air of delicacy.

Here, perfect. Latex. I hadn’t worn this set before. I smirk as I slip into the snug latex body suit. The suit hugged my curves tightly, had a boob window, the back out and the crotch exposed. If anything, it was a shame, I didn’t wear it as often. I sent Yuri another photo this time in my bodysuit.

“I don't appreciate you leaving me to read ):( ” I text him, and again get left on read but faster this time. What the hell is he doing?

A few minutes pass and the house opens and an out of breath boyfriend walks into the house. Yuri walks over to me with a desperate look on his face, his strong grip on my shoulders.

“I’m so sorry baby,” Yuri dropped to his knees and kissed me on my neck.

“I’ll only give you a light punishment since you came home earlier than normal.” I kept a straight face even if his kisses felt good.

“You're still gonna punish me… but I came home early.” yuri whined as he tried to give me the puppy dog eyes. Too bad for him that shit hardly works on me.

“Maybe if you beg for my entire forgiveness I'll let you go.” I smirk, my words were a set up and I'm sure he knows it. But that doesn’t matter, he was going to do what I said anyway.

Yuri dropped to his knees in front of me, he leaned down and placed a kiss on my foot. A smile grows on my face as he does, I stare at his cute butt. He looked out at me and I could see the lust in his eyes. I moved down to sit on our bed, he started to kiss up from the ankle to my upper calf.

“Strip.” I lean over to a drawer beside the and up out a dog collar, my eyes never leaving Yuri. I watch with a smile as he slowly takes off his uniform. I clip the collar around his neck, the cold dog tags make his skin shiver. He was shirtless and was making his way out his pants. He was hunched over in his boxers, his erection twitching and was practically begging for my attention. I pressed my foot against his crotch, giving his cock a light shove. He let out a little whine that made my cunt throb. I tilt his chin up so that he is looking up at me.

“So do you have something to tell me, pet?” I hold his face in place, squishing his cheeks slightly.

“I’m sorry….”

“For?” my toes pinch his balls and he tenses up, the dog tags of his collar jigging as he moves.

“Leaving you on read?” I nod.

“And” I ran my hand through his hair.

“Always co-coming home late.”

“Good boy, What do you think I should do now? Forgive you or pushish you?” my smirk grew a bit as i already knew what my little freak would say.

“My love, please forgive me, I want to taste you” he shuffled a bit closer, pushing my foot harder against his weeping dick. He whimpered from the pressure but I wasn’t going to cave. I could feel his dick growing harder under my foot and pressed my hut down harder.

“You would like that wouldn't you.” I adjusted the strap of my latex bodysuit, loosening the strings so I could move it better as I pleased. I put more pressure on his cloth cock practically stepping on him and he groaned.

“Please, my love…” Yuri moaned breathlessly.

“No. You won’t tempt me, you seducer, and I’m sick that you keep trying to get out of your punishments.

“But-“

“Hush, Pet, now bend over. I’ve had enough of this disrespect.

Yuri gulped hard, “Yes ma’am,”

Yuri walked over to the storage drawers in the closet and pulled out. A leather flog, I rubber by thumb over the braided handle of the flog I make sure to pull him fully out of his boxers.

“Baby, please.” he pouts and holds back a whimper.

“You better keep count or I'm going to start over, nut i guess I slut like you would like that.” I swing the flog over his asscheek.

“One…” Yuri made sure to say through his yelp. We repeat this fourteen other times before I'm somewhat satisfied to stop. Yuri had hot adorable tears threatening to drop down his face, it would almost make me feel bad if I hadn't known how much he enjoyed this.

He had his tell-tell signs; like how his dick was pretty much begging to cum or how he tried to hold back moans and groans with each solid impact I made on his body.

“Okay now if you can make me cum I’ll forgive your little behavior,” I said, placing one hand on my hip and the other soothingly rubbing Yuri‘s ass.

“Yes ma’am,” Yuri said, straightening up.

I laid back on the bed, spreading my legs open to expose my glistening pussy. Yuri inches closer, I could feel his breath on my folds.

“Go ahead, I know a loose man like yourself is dying without your fix,” I said and without hesitation Yuri dived in.

His tongue runs a slow stride to my clit, he was savoring the taste as he let out a pleased murmur. He was slurping up my juices like he didn't drink anything in months. Lapping up my arousal like he was on a mission and knowing my lover boy, he definitely sees this as such. He was a military man after all, working for the police and such.

But none of that was really important right now. I was too busy feeling the great action of Yuri sliding his fingers into my wetness. The way he curled his digits against my walls, made me fall back onto the bed and let out a moan. He alway knew how to get me going, how to push me closer and near to the edge. I could feel him smirk against my cunt and I pulled his hair in a quick yank that made him moan.

Yuri starts to focus more on my clit, making sharp circles on the nub, and long sucks that make my toes curl. His fingers thrusted onto my spot and I let out a short cry, he was going to make me cum any second now.

The feeling was winding up in my core, a coil ready to snap at any moment.

“You’re such a good slut, isn't that right?” I asked, running my fingers through Yuri’s hair. He hummed, against my muff the soft vibrations traveling through the mound of flesh..

As Yuri’s fingers stroked my g-spot and he sucked on my clit, something finally snapped. Warm fluid gushed from my pussy making a mess on Yuri’s face but like a good pet he lapped it up, and licked off what ran down my folds. My hips bucked from the sensitivity of having just cum, into the air and subsequently against Yuri’s face.

“Fuck. That was good.” I said breathlessly, my body sliding down so I was laying down more than sitting up.

“Does that mean all is forgiven… Ma’am” Yuri asked with his pathetic boy slut face.

“Fine, I forgive you now. But if you do that shit again I'll come up with a way harsher punishment. Understand. “ I said sternly even if I was a bit out of breath my point came across the way it was supposed to be and that's all that mattered.

“Yes ma'am.” he nods and licks his lips off my juices.

“Good now, come up here, I want to cuddle.” I pull him into a hug as soon as he gets close enough to fall into my grasp.

#anime #spy family #spy x family #yuri #yuri briar #yuri x reader #yuri briar x reader #smut #yuri briar smut #spy family smut #spy x family smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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darl-ings · 2 years

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clementine | yoon jeonghan

pairing: jeonghan x reader

genre: fluffy angst

warnings: none

word count: 1063

summary: in which jeonghan swallows his pride and apologizes in his own special way

a/n: just writing about random knowledge i have (also this is not at all proofread. you have been warned)

Jeonghan’s not really sure what started the fight. It’s been hours since you stormed off to the bedroom, probably burying yourself in whatever work you had while Jeonghan cooled off in the living room. He spent the first hour or so muttering to himself about how angry he was, but as time passed he found himself sitting outside on the balcony, attempting to organize his thoughts while observing the environment around him. Despite the environment being the city he’s lived in for most of his life, the tactic seemed to work because he found himself feeling less angry. Instead, he felt sad that you had both argued over something not worth your time, and felt a tug on his heartstrings as he recalled the harsh words that were spat due to that worthless argument.

Jeonghan will admit this – he is prideful. With his group members, he has almost never apologized unless he absolutely had to. He would distance himself after an argument and either wait for the other person to apologize or he would ignore them until they have to see each other and would act as if they have never argued in the first place.

This was his method for when he fought with his group members. You, however, were not his group member. He knew that with you, if he didn’t apologize when these fights occurred, you could leave him and never come back. You could leave and Jeonghan would never forgive himself for letting his pride get in the way of your relationship. So sure, he was prideful, but he would never choose his dignity over your feelings.

Which is why he now stood in front of the bedroom door, a plate of clementine slices in one hand and a folded piece of paper in the other. He let out a tired sigh before knocking thrice on the door and awaiting your answer.

Three knocks on the door pulled your attention away from your laptop screen, eyes now on the closed door behind you.

“Come in,” you called out before turning back to face your laptop. As the door creaked open, you scrolled through your work, trying to look busy. You heard Jeonghan’s slippers shuffle against the floor, the noise stopping right behind you. Before you could turn around his two arms moved past your head, one placing a plate of clementines on your desk while the other placed a piece of paper on your lap. You looked down at the paper, picking it up and turning around to question Jeonghan’s actions. Your boyfriend was already heading towards the door when you spun around, giving you a glimpse of the back of his head before he left and shut the door behind him.

You furrowed your eyebrows, spinning back towards your desk and curiously eyeing the things he had left you. After reaching forward and popping a clementine slice in your mouth, you unfolded the piece of paper, noticing the messy words scribbled on it.

Dear beloved,

Did you know that there’s a Roman goddess named Clementia? She’s known as the goddess of forgiveness. I hope you understand what I am trying to say. If not, I’ll write it in simple words:

I’m sorry. I love you.

Jeonghan,

Your lonely boyfriend

P.S. I ordered food for us so please come outside and wait for it to arrive with me.

P.P.S. No this is not me begging.

Jeonghan was sitting on the couch, browsing through whatever Netflix had to offer when he heard a door open down the hall. To appear busy, he continued to scroll through his options, mumbling to himself whenever he saw something interesting. Intently he listened to your footsteps, hearing you get closer and closer before stopping right behind him.

“I forgive you,” you finally spoke, Jeonghan snapping his head back to look at you. You held out the plate of clementines, a bashful smile on your face. “And I’m sorry too. I was just stressed and I-”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Jeonghan reassured, stopping your apology before it could begin. “All that matters is that you’re here now.”

Jeonghan matched your expression, his smile reminding you of one of the reasons you fell for him. He took the plate from your hands, placing it on the coffee table before patting the spot beside him, his eyes back on you.

“Join me?” he asked.

“Always,” you answered. You walked around the couch, sitting beside him and immediately being pulled into his arms. He handed you the remote before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You scrolled through Netflix for a bit before finding a movie and turning it on. You weren’t paying much attention to it though, your head tilted to look up at Jeonghan.

“Is something wrong?” he questioned, noticing your stare. He noticed your lips pursed in thought, chuckling at your expression. “Has The Lorax sent you into an existential crisis?”

“No-” you paused to laugh, “It’s just – how did you know about that goddess?”

“You didn’t know about my massive knowledge of Roman gods?”

You blinked at his response, unamused with his lie. He sighed, moving his eyes back towards the TV.

“Wonwoo told me about it once,” he muttered, earning a laugh from you.

“I knew you weren’t smart enough to just know that,” you grinned, poking his side. He giggled, poking you back. “Regardless of how you came to know it, thank you. It was… disgustingly romantic.”

“I try my best,” he grinned back, then leaned forward to capture your lips in a kiss. It lasted only a few seconds, Jeonghan pulling away and brushing your hair back with a smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Let’s not fight anymore, okay?”

Both you and Jeonghan knew that wasn’t a promise you could keep, but you both agreed nonetheless, knowing your love for each other could diminish any fights your future held.

“Okay, my clementine.”

Jeonghan sighed at your new nickname, his head leaning back against the couch’s armrest.

“I’ll never live this down, will I?”

“I’ve already sent a picture of your letter to the boys,” you admitted, resting your head on his chest and putting your attention back on the movie. “So, no, you will never live this down.”

“As long as you're happy, I guess.”

“Good answer, clementine.”

#yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan angst #yoon jeonghan imagines #jeonghan #seventeen imagines #seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen drabbles #svt imagines #svt fic #svt angst #kpop imagines #svt jeonghan #seventeen jeonghan

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razs-archetype · 9 months

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One thing I’ll always long for is to replay Minecraft: story mode for the first time. I understand it’s a game that’s received much hate and distain. It’s not something for everyone.

But i played it, experienced it, learned it’s lessons and listened too it’s story at an age free of hate, cynicism, and judgement. Where the quality didn’t matter in my eyes. Where it was a story, and a story so filled with love and learning and caring and forgiving.

Was it groundbreaking? Was it something truly special? A hidden gem amongst the rubble? That’s something only you can decide, everyone has their own opinions. But for me, personally. I’d just love to return to that stage where I stayed up late playing minecraft, free of judgement. Learning about these characters and creating.

It’s nothing perfect. Nothing ever is. That doesn’t make it not special, to me. Something that reached out to me and forever occupies my mind. And. God, can it still make me cry.

Minecraft story mode has been officially abandonware for a while now. Unable to be purchased, removed from Netflix. The only way to play it is through illegal means. It hurts, it will never not hurt me. There’s a shitty longing in my heart, something that breaks, that wants me to curl up and sob knowing so many people will never even know what this game is, other than other peoples judgment. And will have no way to experience it themself, as it was intended.

Nothing truly lasts forever, and it is just another testament. Life will move on, the universe will move on, and insignificant memories to entire games, stories, tales, will be lost in the inevitable ebb and flow of it all. Stories are made to be told, experienced, and witnessed. And eventually, there will be no one around to tell, and no one who wants to witness.

But my god, as long as I’m around. I won’t shut the fuck up about this game.

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#apologies. I don’t get sappy much. this’ll probably be the last in a while #a shitty love letter of sorts. lol!#I acknowledge that the game isnt good and so many people hate it. but #is it so much to wish to experience it free of those judgements . go in clear minded. just exprience it for the story. you know?#clover talks #mcsm #Minecraft story mode #Youtube

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abeautifulblog · 10 months

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Actually, let's talk about the Baba Yaga storyline

...And how much I fucking loathed it.

(A discussion of tropes, narrative choices, and how goddamn dirty The Witcher Netflix did Yennefer in S2.)

So this subplot is actually a pretty tidy object lesson in literary tropes, and why writers need to understand how tropes work in order to utilize them effectively. The trope at play here is the "Faustian bargain" or "deal with the devil," in which a character barters with a powerful supernatural creature of dubious moral alignment in order to gain something they desire (often something self-serving like wealth or power), at a price that's almost never worth it.

...It is pretty much a given that you will not be getting the better end of the deal, as it’s written. But there are a number of different ways to play this trope, and they each say something different about the kind of character who would take that bargain:

1) If you don't realize this is a trap -- if that sounded like a Pretty Sweet Deal! 😀 -- then you're either very naive or very dumb.

2) If you know it's a trap, but expect to get your prize and then weasel out of it with your soul intact anyway, because you think you're cleverer than this eldritch creature you're dealing with -- then you are very cocky, and probably wrong, because modern narratives don't tend to reward hubris.

3) If you know it's a trap, but you think you can get what you want without consequences to you, because you can pay the price with someone else's life or soul -- then you are evil. (And probably also wrong, because it's rare in fiction that you can commit an evil like that without doing some sort of spiritual damage to your own soul.)

4) And lastly, if you know it's a trap, but you are in such desperate, dire straits that even this self-evidently bad bargain looks like your best option -- then it might still be a mistake, but it's the one that audiences are most likely to forgive you for, or at least find understandable.

I don't make the rules. Those are just the audience reactions you can expect from playing the trope in those particular ways -- and if you want a different audience reaction (say, you want forgiveness for character who tried to sacrifice someone else), then you have to put in some extra work to make that happen, mitigating circumstances, etc (say, that the character genuinely believes it's the only way to save a greater number of lives).

So how did TWN play Yennefer's Faustian bargain with Baba Yaga?

E2 - Yen and Francesca and Fringilla meet Baba Yaga in her spirit realm or whatever, and she dangles their Heart's Desire, For A Price in front of them. Yennefer doesn’t ask for her magic, because at that point she doesn’t realize she’s lost it.

E3 through E5 - Yennefer tries without success to get her magic to work again. I don't recall any mention of Baba Yaga during that time -- it doesn't even occur to Yennefer as a means of getting it back.

E5 - Yennefer and Jaskier are being pursued by hooligans or something, and even though Yen has ducked into a brothel to hide and is nominally safe, that's when she decides to contact Baba Yaga for help. She gets whisked off to the spirit realm again, and agrees to give Baba Yaga a particular kid in exchange for getting her powers back.

She agrees to this deal knowing that she'll be sacrificing someone's child to this creature.

(And, critically, a point I’ll come back to later: she hasn't signed anything yet. She doesn't get her powers back here. That's the reward being promised for after she feeds a kid to a demon.)

E6 - Yennefer actually meets Ciri, but, notably, does not immediately swear off the plan. She's just kinda ~conflicted~ about it now.

(This was also the episode where they started trying to have Yennefer and Ciri do their mother-daughter bonding, and Yennefer says all the right things, to be sure, but since we-the-audience know that she is at least still contemplating feeding Ciri to Baba Yaga, that, uhh, RINGS KINDA FUCKING FALSE.)

E7 - Ciri reads Yennefer's mind and finds out about the plan to feed her to a demon. (Or so wikipedia tells me, since I have literally no memory of how Yennefer's Baba Yaga related plans got outed.)

E8 - Baba Yaga gets loose, possesses Ciri. Lots of high-drama CG bullshit. Yennefer sacrifices herself to become the host to get Baba Yaga out of Ciri. More CG bullshit, Baba Yaga is vanquished and leaves, and when everyone comes out of their woowoo CG trance, Yennefer has her magic back. But after that BETRAYAL, Geralt can no longer trust her.

So, Yennefer losing her powers is actually a subplot I'm entirely onboard for. Whenever a character loses something that is a pillar of their identity, and now has to reckon with who they are without that -- THAT'S THE GOOD SHIT. That's grief. That's loss. That is scattering the pieces of their self and seeing what happens when they have to put themselves back together again. Muah. Delicious fucking food. Peak drama.

We know that Yennefer has been raised to define herself, and stake her entire self-worth, on her magic. It's what she gave up everything for, because they told her it would be worth it, and now she has nothing -- not the magic, not the things she sacrificed for it. Of course she's searching for a way to get it back -- her first reaction is going to be denial and bargaining, not acceptance.

And I can think of two different ways you could play that arc, both of which have the potential for good, meaty character development:

The first (and the one I would have preferred) would have been an arc in which Yennefer discovers who she is without her magic -- that she comes to realize there's more to her than her power, that she's not helpless, that her worth isn't tied to having magic. We get a glimpse of that in the scene where she rescues Jaskier from Rience (my favorite scene in the whole damn season 😁😁😁) using her wits instead of her magic, and that was genuinely REALLY COOL -- it's intensely gratifying to see a character being clever instead of just magically overclocked.

They could have carried that through into her meeting Ciri as well, and realizing that she has more to offer Ciri as a mother and a friend than as a mage, that her love and support is worth more than her utility to Ciri. Yennefer reaches an enlightened understanding where she might well still want her magic back, but she doesn't need it to define herself anymore.

(This shares a lot of beats with disability narratives, and I think the sensitive way to handle it would be to treat it as such.)

The other kind of story would be one in which the character has no interest in reaching that enlightened understanding -- Yennefer’s not coming to the "acceptance" stage of loss, because she refuses to accept it. She's searching relentlessly for a cure, chasing down every lead for someone who could fix this, every avenue that might get her what she wants. Then the question becomes, "How far would you go for this? How much are you willing to sacrifice?"

And the answer is everything....... until it's not. And that is the pivotal character-making moment in this kind of story -- when you find out where this character's line is, the line they won't cross even for the sake of the thing they want most in all the world. Where the devil could dangle that oh-so-tempting bargain before them, and they would still say No. No, the cost you're asking isn't worth it, even for this. Yennefer -- who has spent her whole life being coached to be selfish, and has wound up alone and alienated for it -- finally has people she loves enough that she would choose them over herself.

TWN kinda went the latter route, but they didn't fully commit to it -- both the plot beats and Yennefer's emotional arc are so muddled that it's not clear what they were trying to say, and both the dramatic impact and the message got completely lost.

Problem 1: Yennefer wasn’t proactive enough.

She's sad about losing her magic, but she's not shown DOING anything about it. This is what I kept yelling at the screen about in E3, when she's just drifting aimlessly around Aretuza in that fucking prom dress and being ~helplessly damseled~ by Stregobor. Send her to the goddamn library to do some research! Show her arguing theory with Tissaia, and refusing to believe that this can't be fixed! Show us HOW BADLY she wants it, and how hard she's willing to fight for it.

Hell, seed the future conflict with Baba Yaga: Yennefer finds an account of someone who acquired their power through a deal with a demon, and she takes is to Tissaia as proof-of-concept, and Tissaia is like, yeah you CAN, but you SHOULDN'T. (Hoe don't do it!) That both establishes it to the audience as a possibility, and preemptively raises the question of what extremes Yennefer will go to in pursuit of this goal.

Problem 2: The stakes were never high enough

As I mentioned above, it's easier to get audience sympathy for a character who’s only making a devil's bargain because they're in extremis -- when something predatory has them over a barrel and is taking opportunistic advantage of the fact that they've got no other options. That hits a nerve with our sense of injustice -- we get angry when we see someone being taken advantage of like. It'll make us root for the character to find a way out of the deal somehow, because even though they agreed to it, we don’t feel that they should be held to that extortionate price.

But Yennefer is never quite desperate enough; the stakes are never quite high enough. She wants her magic back, but at no point does she need it. They never make her desperate enough to justify that bad bargain.

So raise those stakes.

Make it so that Yennefer is in desperate straits when she makes the bargain. She is in a situation that would have been trivial to escape if she'd had her magic, but now she is about to fucking DIE, and there's nothing she can do about it, and yeah, this sketchy creature that's been in her head trying to talk her into this bargain is obviously sketchy A-F, but she either takes its offer, or she dies in the next ten seconds. Them's her only two options.

Because without that level of desperation, her decision instead becomes premeditated, selfish, and stupid.

Problem 3: She needed to NOT knowingly make the evil choice.

Audiences will forgive a Faustian bargain made to save a child, but there's no way to sacrifice a child (or even seriously contemplate it) and come out of that looking good. 😬

The easiest way to fix that would have been for Yennefer to not know what the terms would be when she agreed to the bargain.

To be sure: handing a blank check to that kind of creature is a bad idea, but we've already established that Yennefer needs to be fuckin hard up when she takes that deal; she doesn't have time to negotiate or think it over, she barely has enough time to say yes.

TWN made a big mistake, imo, by not having Baba Yaga give Yennefer her powers back upfront in E5. They made an agreement, yeah, but it did not put Yennefer on the hook, in her debt. Yennefer could still have noped out at any time once she found out what the terms were, since Baba Yaga hadn't given her anything yet.

It would have been far better if Baba Yaga saved her first, restored her magic, and then presented her with the bill -- it becomes a hell of a lot harder for Yennefer to back out at that point.

(And also: get the goods upfront, because why the fuck would you trust that this sketchy creature has any intention of keeping their promise? Whoops, egg on your face, when it turns out you murdered a kid for nothing!)

Furthermore, raise the stakes on what happens if Yennefer doesn't hold up her end of the bargain: that if Yennefer doesn't deliver Ciri to Baba Yaga, then she gets eaten by the demon instead. It’s still evil to murder a child, obviously, but "their life vs my life" is a bit more of a dilemma than "their life vs my magic."

And after she meets Ciri, after Ciri becomes a real person to her rather than an abstraction, then she cannot continue to entertain the possibility of sacrificing her for another episode and a half. Full stop. Yennefer should have immediately started scrambling for "There has to be another way!" The fact that TWN-Yennefer is even still considering it after meeting Ciri says really, really shitty things about her.

(And when she does get caught out, she starts sobbing, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TO HIM!!, which is, lol holy shit, not the defense you think it is! "I totally would have sacrificed you without a qualm if you didn't happen to be my fuckboy ex's kid" ??? What? Not "because you matter to me"? Or "because I realized that what I was contemplating was FUCKING EVIL”?? And she tells Ciri that to her face?

Writers, did you stop to think about the implications of that line for one half of one hot second??)

Problem 4: Revealing Yennefer's betrayal ahead of time

By having Ciri and Geralt find out about her incipient betrayal before it happens, Yennefer never got to decide for herself that she wasn't going to go through with it. There needed to be no guilt trips or external peer pressure -- just that she herself thought this over, and decided on her own that Ciri was worth more than getting her magic back.

The fact that it wasn't her choice to come clean about that -- that the choice gets taken out of her hands before it reached the moment when she'd have decide one way or the other -- not only robbed us of what would have been a massively powerful, character-defining moment for her, but also means that we have no proof whether or not she would have done it, if left to her own devices.

Because let's be honest: Yennefer doesn't exactly have a track record of prioritizing other people above herself. Maybe she would have found her conscience in time -- or maybe she wouldn't. (She had, after all, already made this bargain knowing full well that it was going to involve sacrificing someone's kid.) It is by no means a given that she would have changed her mind.

So what a powerful moment it would have been when Yennefer throws off those teachings that tied her worth to her utility -- when she proves that she’s come to care about other people, and puts their well-being above her own. Imagine the bomb drama if Yennefer had been the one to reveal the bargain to Ciri and Geralt, ideally at the moment when she also reveals that she's rejecting it and taking their side against Baba Yaga, even at the cost of her own life. The moment when her core of steel comes through, and she takes a stand and is willing to face the consequences of her mistake.

That would have been a fantastic climax for Yennefer's character arc in S2: when she decisively shows how much she's changed from the aloof and self-absorbed (and desperately unhappy) woman that she was in S1.

But that's not what TWN gave us. There's no big dramatic moment. I literally do not even remember her sacrifice in the final battle, even though I watched S2 twice, because it got lost amid the boring-and-confusing CGI fight scene that drags on forever. Everything is supposed to be big drama there, and so Yennefer’s sacrifice doesn’t stand out.

Moreover, it doesn’t even really feel like Yennefer's choice at that point -- more that she's belatedly trying to clean up her mess, after she's already missed her chance to trade Ciri for her magic. That makes it feel a hell of a lot less sincere, like too little too late. Of-fucking-course she's sorry for it, now, now that it didn't work and everyone's mad at her. Yeah I'm sure she does regret it, now. It's just that sorry rings pretty hollow at this point.

S2 didn't give her a chance make the right choice for herself -- and as a consequence, Geralt and Ciri will never, ever know for certain what she would have done if circumstances hadn’t intervened. And realistically, there's no way for them to trust her after this; she can’t retroactively prove that she wouldn’t have betrayed them in the end, which casts a doubt that would poison that relationship forever.

So.

Breaking down the story into granular detail like this makes it feel almost like nitpicking, but those small situational changes make a huge difference in what the narrative is telling you about the character, and what kind of person they are. And the audience doesn't need to understand the mechanisms operating behind all of this -- but the writers fucking do. That's their job. To know what the words they write are doing, and the TWN writers manifestly do not. The Baba Yaga storyline is the most egregious demonstration of that, in my opinion, but it's far from the only one.

Through their shoddy execution of a straightforward trope, they made a character we're supposed to love and root for -- whom we want the other characters in the show to love too -- make choices that were unforgivably, murderously, short-sighted and selfish. Which is pretty obviously not what they meant to say about Yennefer, and not how we as the audience were supposed to interpret her actions, but that’s what they wrote. Thanks, I hate it.

(And worse: half this shit isn't even in-character. Yennefer doesn't fucking waffle like that. She is decisive and proactive to a fault, but this season reduced her to such a passive character who just gets shuffled from setpiece to setpiece. I think she makes all of four proactive decisions in that season -- freeing Cahir, rescuing Jaskier, making the deal with Baba Yaga, and sacrificing herself for Ciri -- and half of them were dumb.

Ugh, it's such bullshit. Yennefer deserved better.)

To be honest, I don't think the season needed the Baba Yaga plot at all, done well or otherwise. It was a misbegotten attempt to pump up fake drama, one that showed a lack of confidence in the story they were telling and a lack of respect for the audience -- like they didn't expect us to care about the found-family story without some cheap ~betrayals~ to spice it up.

But all they succeeded in doing was permanently undermining Yennefer's relationship with Ciri and Geralt, the relationship that is supposed to be one of the bedrocks of the series. That’s a betrayal you can’t come back from (except by authorial fiat, because they're ~Destined~ and so they have to). That's a well that's been poisoned.

And lastly, it puts Yennefer on the defensive now in her interactions with Geralt. Despite the fact that he was the one who overrode her free will by tying them together with djinn, the season ends with her having to grovel for his forgiveness. Geralt is now the one with the moral high ground, the injured party who gets to dispense or withhold forgiveness as he sees fit, and he's not required to make any real acknowledgment, or apology, or amends for what he did to her.

THANKS, I HATE IT.

So yeah, there was a lot in S2 that was Some Fucking Bullshit, but that is my narrow-focus deep dive into my single least favorite of their bad-ideas-executed-badly.

#witcher shit #long meta #twn critical #twn season 2

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thanatasia · 1 year

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@dark-crystal-week Day 3: Favorite Character

I’m late but thought I’d share this Deet I sketched a few days ago. It has been many moons since I drew Deet- or any canon character lol

Deet is my fave of the AoR cast. Her kind and gentle nature, as well as her connection to nature made her my favorite character. I’ll never forgive Netflix for canceling the series the day after it won an Emmy and for leaving the series on a cliffhanger. I want to know what happens to Deet!!

I’m kinda happy with how this sketch turned out. The last time I drew Deet was for Stonegrot week last year and…I think I made her snoot too long lol

I hope you all enjoy this little cave girl

#Thanatasia #dark-crystal-week #dark Crystal week day 3 #Deet #dark crystal #dark crystal age of resistance #dark crystal aor #gelfling #grottan #gentle deet #dark crystal deet #deethra #my Gelfling look more like elves with four finger now but this portrait of Deet looks kinda accurate to their proportions #sketching her reminded me of the need to get her hair right and add all the braids…I think we can tell I kinda freehanded it lol #I miss my cave baby #I like everyone else wants to find out what season 2 looked like geez #in another universe there is a version of us that has 3 seasons of AoR and I envy that universe

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kuwdora · 9 months

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3x06 The Witcher Netflix Ciri screaming episode recap and reactions. I think it's been like 8 years since I felt so compelled to write a episode reaction that's 1k+ long and only focused mostly on one character. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, my god. my brain is reeling. maybe I will feel differently after it's cooled down but anyway. under the cut 3x06 only, some minor references to book events but my brain is too squishy to really... yeah just. yeah. CIRI.

Before volume 1 of season 3 had dropped I was really concerned and curious how they were going to handle the Ciri narrative from this point on with Tor Lara and being tossed across the Continent.

I’m happy to say that my immediate reaction is that I am fucking impressed. And wheezing from the nuance and direct approach they’re taking in addressing a woman’s rage. but right now it's this prelude to the rage... I'm surely forgetting some things but here!! I!! motherfucking go!!!

Holy fuck, we are seeing Yen explicitly dreaming of Ciri and Ciri feeling her connection, waking and running off to find Yen. To know and feel that Yen is in danger and needs her. She fucks off without looking for Jaskier who is busy sleeping off an orgasm, I guess. Will Geralt end up having Ciri dreams too?? Or is this a mother-daughter thing?? I'm still really digging the Yen-and-Ciri dynamic they've managed to build up in 8 episodes, whaaaaaaat. I was for sure skeptical because of the whole fuckall Voleth Meir nonsense last season but. Huh. Huh.

I don’t know how much time Ciri spent running around the island but that reunion with Yen in the valley??? Brilliantly filmed, absolutely wonderful acting with Anya and Freya here. Their pain, their joy at finding each other again. Yen calling Ciri her daughter. It was beautiful.

And if that wasn’t enough, Yen sees the growing lightning storm from what they namecheck as Alzur’s Last Stand (or Alzur’s Legacy? Last Resort? One of them) — all that flickering lightning above Aretuza. Yen feels the magic, she feels Tissaia’s power, her desperation and she’s so fucking fraught and devastated and scared. Her heart is tearing into two pieces—her love and need to protect Ciri, and her love for her own mother-figure. Tissaia’s pain is Yen’s pain. That was the refrain we’ve heard for two seasons now.

Ciri crying and telling Yennefer that she needed to go to Tissaia because Ciri understood what Yen was feeling as a daughter. My god I was also crying. Outstanding. Emotionally resonant. I LOVE IT.

Geralt had found Ciri and Yen by then, so Ciri stays with Geralt while Yen returns to Aretuza. They end up roaming the island trying to find a way off… finally encounter Cahir together. Ciri ends up with facing her literal nightmare, a source of her pain. Geralt watches on while Ciri is sobbing and crying with the sword pressed to Cahir’s throat. I wasn’t sure I was ready to believe netflix Cahir’s turning point, but I’m fascinated to say that seeing the accumulation of shit he’s taken over the last two seasons and his choice to throw himself to Ciri’s blade as an act of justice for her? For forgiveness? For everything that he’s taken from her? He saved her but he also knows what was taken from her and how he contributed to that. And he’s made the choice to throw himself to her. That’s some good fealty stuff right there. Dang.

But what was interesting is that Geralt never raises a blade to Cahir, there’s no fight with him and Cahir like in the books. In fact, we see the Scoia’tel on the hills approaching and Cahir breaks free and goes off to fight them so Ciri and Geralt can get away. He tells her he's going to hold them off. Dang dang danggg OKAYYYY. “I’ll find you.” Last words Cahir says to Ciri. Ciri is not really in a headspace to probably want or accept this or to know what he truly means since he was ready to die for her… but now he’s like REALLY READY to die for her, omg. *Chinhands* We don't see Cahir anymore this season.

Ciri and Geralt on the beach. Geralt feeling the danger nearby with his medallion and telling Ciri to run. She runs off to Tor Lara while Geralt gets the neutrality beaten out of him.

MEANWHILE AT TOR LARA.

Okay this is where I have scratched my head in curiosity and wonder but I am ROLLING WITH IT. Is this why they made the Blood Origins show to talk about the power of the monoliths?? Because I can’t remember if anyone in the show has referenced the portal at Tor Lara explicitly in the show. But all the monolith talk and I'm still forgetting things probably.

Tor Lara is a monolith that is speaking to Ciri. She races to the tower and Vilgefortz comes after her...she loses her sword and holy fuck, he just wants to train her he says. And she’s running up the stairs to the top and there’s this reverberating energy and crystalline part of the monolith. Runes are glowing beneath the surface. A voice is speaking to Ciri. 👀

In this scene with the Tor Lara monolith I’m loving the double-image effect on Ciri (and Vilgefortz) as the power of the monolith swells. Who or what is seeing them? What kind of reflection is this? I’m neck-deep in symbolism brain right now cause I've spent the last month writing all my witcher philosophy fanfic... but oh my god, Ciri is going through trauma and will be dissociating and being Falka for a good long while… While Vilgefortz had spent a large amount of time hiding his True Self in order to advance his plans. He hated it, the hiding. It exasperated him. But it's what he had to do in order to see his work through. And Ciri will relinquish her powers and partition her mind and sink into her rage, and it will be a summer of pain and catharsis for her. Double images all around here. Both of these characters end up embodying two identities in this strange amalgamation of self and non-self that they construct in order to survive. Someone remind me later to talk about Jean Genet and the tapestry art The Lady and the Unicorn. Or maybe I'll just write another fic for that tapestry in particular.

So the show is making more textually apparent that Vilgefortz wants Ciri’s blood, and he says he wants to train her. That he is the best one to do it. Which is different than in the forced pregnancy books and it’s not a change that I hate at all, but I still find it interesting and want to know what he actually….wants out of it. Though I don't think anything implies that he wouldn't go with the forced breeding angle again but if the show doesn't go that way, I won't be mad.

Alright... briefly in 3x07 or 3x08 (can’t remember) Yen, Rita, Tissaia, Sabrina, Keira and Philippa ended up finding the Aretuza girls that Vilgefortz kidnapped and mutated with magic. There’s still no understanding from any of the characters what his ends might be with these experiments, and I’m still not sure where he’s going with it, other than to figure out how to use Ciri’s blood. And that there’s some connection to the power of the monoliths.

Anyway, back at Tor Lara Ciri ignores Vilgefortz who says she’s not ready for that kind of power yet. The power is reaching out to Ciri. And Ciri reaches back... and we get BIG SHATTERING EXPLOSION and the tower encasing the monolith of Tor Lara just disintegrates. Another one bites the dust. Vilgefortz gets knocked on his smirky fucking ass.

Ciri has the magic touch, yo.

This is HER STORY. Slams hands on table and kicks her feetsies oh my god oh my god.

Freya is impressing the hell out of me. I wasn’t… I wanted to be hopeful but I didn’t let myself. And now holy fuck.

holy fuck.

CIRI.

let me have another few hours to breathe and write about 3x07 and 3x08. holy fuuuuuuck.

#witcher meta and thoughts #ciri #vilgefortz of roggeveen #twn #twn season 3 #kuwdora's witcher screaming #chewing gnashing my teeth....#this reminds me of all the witcher unicorn fic and aen elle fic i still have in my to-read queue too omg... aahhh #i'm still in the middle of my tower of swallows re-read and i am churning over everything and thinking about what's to come in final book #ciri and vilgefortz.#ciri and yen.#yen and vilgefortz #i am awash in nascent Thoughts #god i have so many feelingssss #textpost #kuwdora watches

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pocchi-poket · 10 months

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Spoilers for Nimona movie (and comic)

I finally got around to watching Nimona (forgive me for taking two weeks, it’s exam season in Italy) and when I tell you I broke down crying when I saw the Nimona “memorial wall”. The contrast with the ending of the comic, where Ballister is the only one who doesn’t see Nimona as a monster, while in the movie everyone sees her as a hero and there is an entire wall with “We love Nimona” plastered on it just, got to me.

And, since some drawings were actually made in the style of the comic, to me it also felt like those were messages from all the people who read Nimona through the years who were thanking “her” for making them feel less alone. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, idk, I’m really emotional rn.

Rather than filling the hashtags with my thoughts I guess I’ll just write a mini review:

They did many changes from the original comic, indeed, but it’s fine. In the end they’re two different things and they’re both GREAT. This movie is the proof that adaptations can be different because, if they’re well made, we can get not one but two masterpieces. The humor wasn’t always my thing, but it’s fine: it’s a matter of taste after all. Ballister and Ambrosius are different from their comic counterparts, but I loved them nonetheless. And, of course, my fave shapeshifter was everything I could wish for and more (yes, this is partly a joke on the fact Nimona’s a shapeshifter).

What really surprised me is that they managed to cover many things, even with depth, and the movie never felt rushed, which is something I can’t say for most movies I saw lately. And yeah, the trans/queer metaphor was really more blatant in this one, but I found it masterfully done, and maybe it should, for once, be blatant.

I also want to spend two words on the animation because, tbh, in the trailers I didn’t like it at all: things and characters felt a bit made of rubber. But I actually loved it watching the movie??? Idk why, maybe on a big screen (rather than my phone, where I watched the trailers) you can actually see the details, lol (and overall it was really fluid and well made). The 2d animations sequences were also beautiful. Of course, it’s no Spiderverse, but I’m pretty sure the budget for these two movies is vastly different.

Also, love how in the credits we can see that the monopoly (who, for those who might not know, is THE game about how capitalism sucks) rip off is called “World Domination”. I love a good ol’ capitalism critic.

Anyway, thanks to ND Stevenson, Annapurna and all the people who worked on this masterpiece (and I guess Netflix too gets some thanks). Hoping this movie is the first of many of its genre.

Edit: forgot to mention my actually only qualm, which is about the italian version of the movie, where they translated Goldenloin's name roughly as "Goldenlimbs" or "Goldenedges". Cowards

#nimona #nimona movie #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #nimona comic #nd stevenson #annapurna pictures #animation #animated movies #please ignore that the mini review is basically a full fledged one

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Hya, good evening, 👋

I had a Bridgerton related question. Specifically, a Benedict Bridgerton question. What would you like to be the timing and pace of his story to be told in the Netflix adaptation? For it to be handled immediately in season 4? Or for there to be little bit more of a build-up? At the risk of answering my own question, I’ll provide some of my own personal suggestions. 🤭

You may call this controversial, but personally, I would like for Benedict to be relatively OLD when his love story finally comes about. The books go chronologically after Daphne, but considering how much of a Bohemian Benedict is, that never made sense to me. 🤨 He’s such a restless soul, I’d make sense for him to just make it a high priority and then forget about it, until Violet is like beyond worried he’ll never find someone and just reconciles with the idea her second-oldest will practically be a monk without a monastery. 🤷‍♀️ (in the marital sense at least) So, I’d imagine Benedict to be well into his thirties (maybe over forty!), practically ancient in Regency terms, and irrelevant for the marriage mart. Then along comes a lady with a mask…

But aside from Benedict’s personality, it might also serve the narrative. Apart from some raunchy scenes in season one, the audience barely knows anything about Benedict. (very similar to his sister Francesca) So in order for his story to make sense, it might be beneficial to have a little bit of a longer introduction. Tp Benedict…and maybe even to Sophie. 🫣 (They may just introduce her as Violet’s ladies maid during the upcoming season, then slowly braid her character into the narrative.)

Then finally for a question I don’t have an answer to. 😅 Since Shonda has a habit of casting characters across races (ugh I didn’t know how to phrase this better but I how you can forgive me), how would you cast Sophie?

Kind regards,

— Thel. 💚

Hi Thel! thanks for the ask. I think Benedict was actually narratively on the verge of his own love story as of the end of S2 and the show would have been better served making him the S3 hero. The biggest indication to me was actually the poem Anthony fobs off him. Benedict speaks of this love that's very two dimensional to me— the artist and his muse, and that's where he is as a person BUT you get the sense he wants love. Add to that where he is at the end S2— creatively unfulfilled and questioning his artistic abilities. Plus, because he's fucked around, it makes him feel like a more classic historical romance hero to me, if that makes any sense. All of this combined would make S3 great time for his love interest to show up and provide some inspiration and light in his life.

And I'm gonna be real, what we got of Colin in S2 was either dull, confusing, or the narrative was giving him a lot more credit than he deserves (see: his ponzi scheme crushing era) but I figured him as the S3 hero was inevitable after his "I will never marry Penelope Featherington" line and because the showrunner is obsessed with Penelope. Benedict on the other hand feels very much the classic "future hero" in historical romance series where they're friends or siblings with a prior hero/heroine and they're in a position where you want to know when they get their own story.

As for your last question, I actually really dislike picking a race for Sophie because it plays into the way Shondaland has set up Bridgerton: the two main families are white and the only people of color are the ever-revolving cast of love interests and Lady Danbury and Queen Charlotte in the corner. So what I've seen within the fandom are people of color basically fighting over the meager scraps of rep we get while the show continues to be overwhelmingly white, and even more so in S3 because both the main love interests and their entire families (except for Kate) are white. So all I'll say is it would be great if Benedict's love interest was a person of color, but I hope they'll handle their story sensitively considering what we know Sophie endures in the books.

#bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #ask

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