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chromaticflare · 10 months

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What the new signs and sigils in volume 12 probably do.

I can’t thank the WHA community enough for helping me with translating the spell info on volume 12’s bonus page. As of now, 7 people have sent and/or shared translations with me, and having so many sources to draw from really helped me to draw some meaningful conclusions. Here are my findings.

Findings From the Vapor Bubble

The sign underlined in blue had the same translation every time - "cooling.” It likely does exactly what the name implies; cooling stuff down. We'll just call it a cooling sign. I cannot tell you how long the spellmaking side of the fandom has been waiting for a canon way to make ice spells, and we FINALLY HAVE ONE!

Next, we have the sign underlined in red, which I got a few different translations for, including “gathering,” “collection,” and “assembly.” Based on these translations and the spell’s behavior/structure, it is likely that this sign allows spells to pull in and gather material from the surrounding area for the spell to then manipulate. I’ll be referring to it as a gather sign. Gather seems to share many similarities with collection, but gather's ability to pull in nearby material sets them apart, as collection can only absorb material either in contact with or very close to the spell.

Findings From the Pegasus Carriage

An important thing to note before we begin is that the pegasus carriage spell was first shown in Chap 1. Oftentimes, the closer you get to the start of WHA, the less ironed-out and consistent the magic system becomes. Many, MANY spells from the first 2 volumes (especially Vol 1) were retconned, changed, or replaced later on in the story. This spell is a great example of this.

We'll start off with the sigil underlined in green, which was consistently translated as being a "wind" sigil. We actually already knew prior to this that it behaves very similarly to a typical wind sigil based on its behavior in Chap 1, the only chapter it was ever shown in. Within this chapter, it was drawn on both the pegasus carriage and on Qifrey's sylph shoes. By Chap 3, Pg 2, the modern wind sigil had made its first appearance, and by Chap 4, Pg 2, the sylph shoe spell was changed to its modern form, directly retconning this sigil's inclusion within the spell. For all intents and purposes, the sigil seemed retconned, until now. I am unsure why Shirahama chose to bring this sigil back, but I doubt we'll be seeing it anytime soon. Let's call it the old wind sigil.

Next up we have the sign underlined in yellow, which was always translated as "gas." Literally no one knows what this is supposed to mean. However, we actually know this sign and its effects, as it is part of the wind sigil. When wind sigils have this bad boy (which we'll call gas), it makes them manipulate the air nearby. Aeroform sigils have a different sign in place of gas which makes them generate air instead.

Next up we have the sign underlined in purple, which was translated as "whirlwind." It made it's only appearance on the pegasus carriage Chap 1, and appears to be made of modified old wind sigils. That is literally all I know about it. It makes spinning air, I guess? I have zero evidence for this outside the name, so I'll just call it whirlwind. This one gets a big fat IDK.

Next we have the sigil underlined in blue, Wind Underfoot (it already had a name). We already suspected that it creates a wind platform below the spell capable of supporting weight, and all the translations we got (“wind with a foothold seal,” “scaffold-like wind,” and “underfoot wind”) seem to support this idea.

Lastly, we have the two glyphs underlined in red (which do the same thing), translated as "stabilize" and "balance." You might notice that both are float signs. Why would a float sign "stabilize?" Well, after going over it with three of my fellow magic system "experts," we managed to figure it out. Previously, we thought that what float did was make things ignore gravity, but this isn't the case. Instead, float causes the spell and what it manipulates to try and maintain or "stabilize" it's current altitude. We aren't sure weather this is in relation to absolute altitude or the surface below the object or spell, but the idea holds true for the floatglow lamp spell, the carriage spell, and the spell that Beldaruit used to dig up the ground that one time (it's a spoiler if I detail any more). If the official release of Vol 12 matches the translations, we may just have to rewrite everything we know about this sign.

I'm not even done with this post, I still have two more spells to go over, but at this point I've been writing for over an hour. I'll come back to this later and complete it.

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chososhoeso2 · 1 year

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One piece theory + spoilers:

Okay so I saw this TikTok earlier. Shout out to @jinbejay for making this:

Whether the op meant it as a joke or a genuine theory, it really got me thinking. This theory doesn't sound too bad, so I wanted to research it a bit. Now I did type up a whole long thing with a lot of little bits of research I did.. and then I found a CBR article that basically said all the same things. If you'd rather just read the article, here's the link: https://www.cbr.com/one-piece-who-is-dragons-father-theory/

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Everything below this point is stuff that I found on my own before I came across the article:

So there are three possible ways I think this theory could go:

There are a few things that we know with certainty:

1. Garp fucking loves taking in strays

2. The identity of Luffy's mom (*cough* Crocodile *cough*) hasn't been revealed yet

3. Garp and Rocks fought each other in the God Valley incident

4. Garp has good relationships with criminals (i.e., Dadan, Roger)

Right now, Dragon is 55 years old. The God Valley incident happened 38 years ago. So at the time of the incident, Dragon would have been 17. Rocks supposedly died during that incident which, supposing Rocks is Dragon's father, could have left Dragon as an orphan. Now 17 isn't young in the one piece world, by any means. Both Ace and Luffy set out to become pirates at the age of 17 and Luffy was only 17 when the strawhats took down Enies Lobby and two Warlords (plus impel down and marineford), so 17 really is not all that young here. We also don't know if Dragon was even at God Valley, but let's say he was (it's a theory and what's a theory without some good speculation). My main three possible routes for this theory are:

1. Garp took in Dragon at God Valley after Rocks was defeated. Dragon meets Garp's daughter and they get busy (and potentially married)

2. Garp arrested Dragon at God Valley. While imprisoned, Dragon met Garp's daughter and maybe she helped him escape? Or maybe since he wasn't a revolutionary yet, he wasn't imprisoned for long, but he still got to know Garp's daughter during that time.

3. Dragon escaped - or was never actually at - God Valley and just somehow managed to meet Garp's daughter someday.

There could obviously be other things like maybe Garp's daughter was also a criminal and her and Dragon were imprisoned together. Idk. But here's some support for option 1:

I want to note that Dadan is also 55 years old, like Dragon. Which is weird to me, bc I expected her to be closer in age to Garp. But Garp trusted her with his grandkids and blackmailed her into compliance. She was a wanted criminal, a mountain bandit. You know who else would be wanted? The son of the most notorious pirate of the age. Garp has had multiple different relationships with various different criminals, including Dadan and Roger. So it wouldn't be totally wild for him to have another criminal relation.

We know that Shanks was found as a baby by Roger and Rayleigh at God Valley, so why couldn't another random kid end up getting adopted during that incident? Also, we have seen on a couple occasions where kids are taken in by the marines. Namely Corazon and X Drake. Granted those two worked in pirate crews as undercover Marines, but still. Let's say that that was going to happen with Dragon, as well. Garp decided to take him under his wing with the grand hopes that he would become a military genius - like his wishes for Ace and Luffy. And maybe, regardless of his daughter, he even had Dragon's last name changed from Rocks to Monkey, so that he wouldn't suffer from government or pirate persecution - like how Ace ended up with the last name of Portgas instead of Gol.

However, just like with Luffy and Ace, Dragon didn't want to become a Marine. He already knew about what the government was really like. We know that Rocks was very much so against the government - whether for strictly selfish reasons (ya know, wanting to rule the world) or for the purpose of freedom, I can't say for sure. Even the main purpose for the God Valley incident was to mess up some celestial dragons and nobles. He also was interested in finding out the government's secrets. Here are some excerpts from the wiki:

Now, if Rocks were to have a 17 year old son at that time, I'm sure he would have taught the son all about the truths of the world/world government that he had been uncovering. All of that knowledge could easily lead someone to want to become a revolutionary. I mean the world government and the celestial dragons and the slavery and the hush hush of it all... It's real fucked up. However, you could probably learn even more about it if you were to get taken in by a military hero. After all, the best weapon is knowledge.

Now, there are 16 years between the God Valley incident and the Buster Call on Ohara. That's a long time where we don't know what Dragon was up to. We know that at least a few years before he met up with Vegapunk on Ohara, he was working with the freedom fighters - of which Dragon had invited Vegapunk to join but was rejected due to lack of funding. The only other thing we know for sure from that time is that Dragon saw the execution of Roger just 2 years before the buster call (at age 31 btw). That's a decent amount of missing time.

As for options 2 and 3, we don't really have information for or against either of them. That I can think of, at least.

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Also, if you don't see how Dragon and Rocks could be related, they just look so much alike. Luffy definitely looks like Garp but Dragon doesn't, which would support the Dragon marrying Garp's daughter theory. You can't tell me that Dragon and Rocks don't look similar. They have similar long black hair, the same exact hairline, similar forehead lines, and a strong nose.

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If you've already heard of this theory, then that's pretty cool. I only just found out about it but I'm all in. I'm curious if anybody agrees or disagrees with the 3 potential routes that I mentioned. Also I apologize if there are a lot of typos or if things seem jumbled or out of place, I'm really tired and wanted to post this before I fell asleep lol

#one piece #one piece theory #monkey d. dragon #monkey d dragon #garp one piece #rocks d. xebec

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eskumii · 2 years

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soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya + darling who's a famous pro hero

TITLE: " SHE WANT ME FR " — navi.

NOTES: literally ascended into the air mid sleep cycle to write this and it's kinda different than what i usually write so forgive me i'm feeling a little silly goofy rn ,, nsfw below the cut!! idk why this keeps not showing up in tags :( so frustrating, i reposted like three times already man edit: works now lol

PAIRING: soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya x pro hero!reader

GENRE/AU: izuku is quirkless and works a boring office job, rookie pro hero!reader, izuku is a pervert + woman hater + literally delusional smh

CHARACTERS: izuku midoriya (20), reader (19)

imagine incel!izuku who's obsessed with you, a promising new pro hero just barely debuting into the infancy of her career.

incel!izuku who, at first, isn't interested. you're another female pro hero, so what? he's rather partial to it; you're only really getting attention because you're a female. once everyone sees past the pretty face and nice thighs, you'll be irrelevant.

incel!izuku who falls in love after seeing one leaked picture of you pre-pro hero era, where you're makeup-less with messy hair and in pajamas. having been uploaded to one of the deep web forums he frequents, he expected an overwhelming amount of hate but, instead, everyone thinks you're even more attractive. izuku stares at the picture long and hard—actually, maybe he's beginning to see what they mean. he bookmarks it and revisits it often.

a few days later, it's his new lock screen.

incel!izuku who keeps a journal full of all the information he's gathered on you so far; from height and weight to your favorite food and color. he watches all your interviews and jots down the timestamps in which you do something cute—not that he doesn't just rewatch the whole thing later, anyway. he'll vehemently deny being a fan of yours because oh, you're not that cool, but at least you're cute! he can't possibly let people know how far into the rabbit hole he is, not a chance.

incel!izuku who begins scouring the internet, looking for erotica content about you to consume. sometimes he'll even write his own, pouring out his fetishized fantasies onto the notes app of his phone. how he'll tie you up and have his way with you—whether you want it or not—because a woman should always take responsibility for being so carelessly screwable!

he totally jacks off in a bathroom stall during break at work because he gets so turned on while scrolling through your pictures when he's supposed to be filing papers. he'll sigh in relief when he finishes all over his phone screen, which displays a picture of your face, before cleaning up his mess.

truthfully, izuku knows his growing obsession with you is unhealthy. but, but, he was the same with all might when he was a kid—there's no harm in looking up to a pro hero, is there? besides, you're a woman, so it's only natural your slutty, skin-tight pro hero outfits would give him such raging hard-ons when he doesn't want them to! aren't you ashamed of yourself, walking around in such tasteless outfits? if you were his wife, he'd never let you leave the house. ever.

incel!izuku who's such an avid fan that he collects everything that's you-themed. he buys all your limited edition merch: shirts, posters, trading cards, cups, body pillows. you don't even want to know how many he's had to replace from cutting holes in them and pretending they're you when he's horny. a huge portion of his salary now goes to catering his embarrassing addiction to you. you should be grateful for having such a loyal, loving fan, no?

as if reading his thoughts, your management team announces that you'll be having a fan meet-up. izuku is so ecstatic that he's among the first people to pre-order tickets the second they're released. he dreams about shaking your hand or even giving you a hug, and how your soft your body will feel against his. he can't wait to touch you and just be near you; he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.

when the meet-up day rolls around, izuku queues up in the line and waits his turn to meet you. he's almost trembling by the time he reaches the table where you're sitting, smiling so adorably at the little kid that's rambling to you excitedly. the sight is precious—he wants that to be his kid one day.

a few minutes later, it's his turn. izuku walks up to the table, stiff as a board, and crouches down so he's eye-level with you. he's blushing intensely and your eye contact with him is making him feel so hot. you smile at him, and he begins to feel a touch light-headed.

"hi! thanks for coming," you reach out for a handshake. "so sorry the line's so long, we didn't expect so many people to come out!"

izuku can hardly speak. unsure of what to say, he simply nods and shakily reaches out to grab your hand, the anticipation almost sending him over the edge. and when your hands do finally intertwine, he immediately and unexpectedly gets a boner. a euphoric feeling runs through his body like lightning, striking his heart as if an arrow. seeing you in person is so much better than the pictures.

as you go to pull away, you can't. his grip is so tight that you literally have to wrench your hand away. he's staring at you with such a concentrated focus that you're not sure he's blinked even once since he came up to you. you're a bit weirded out now, so you try to end the meeting quickly.

"ah, well, uhm, what's your name?" you ask hesitantly, popping the cap off your marker so you can sign a poster for him.

did you just ask for his name? his name?

"i-it's i-i-izuku midoriya!" it comes out of his mouth in a shrill tone and it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to you.

"i-zu-ku... mi-do-ri-ya..." you repeat his name slowly as you sign both his name and your signature at the bottom of the poster.

each person gets five minutes with you. izuku doesn't say much. it's completely awkward for you when your questions go unanswered and you're instead being stared through with those jade green eyes of his. when five minutes is up, you wave goodbye and blow a complimentary kiss, as it's apart of your trademark. you literally couldn't wait for it to be over.

izuku doesn't take his eyes off of you until he's escorted out of the room by the staff. his heart is beating out of his chest right now; did that even really happen? did he actually touch you? it sinks in slowly but surely. he did! he touched you! your hand was so soft and fit so perfectly in his. like it was meant to be. and the way you looked at him? he resists the urge to palm himself through his jeans.

you're such a sweetheart, too. not like other low IQ women who just ignore him when he's trying to be nice to them; come on, you even asked for his name! you really are different from the rest. not to mention how good you smelled, it's a sure sign you know how to take care of yourself. he'll have to find out what perfume you use so he can spray it on his body pillows.

he just can't wait to go home and brag about it all on his online forums and the fan sites he's recently joined!

but first, the tightness in his pants is increasing to crazy levels of uncomfortable. he excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of it, still giddy from the fact he had just been face-to-face with you mere moments ago. as he unzips his pants and begins almost violently rubbing one out, he stares intently at the poster you had given him with bated breath and a gaze ripe with lust.

that's right, incel!izuku uses the hand you shook to jack off, just to cum all over the poster that you gave him. he's literally drooling as his fist is rocketing along his sensitive length, milking himself for all he's worth. shuddering in pleasure from his orgasm, he smiles dazedly at the poster of your face now slick and sticky with his semen.

what a bad girl, making him go to such lengths! making him so horny and needy with your alluring eyes and adorable smile! how dare you steal his heart and walk around looking the way you do, knowing he can't have you the way he wants. what a whore. you should be the one getting him off and making him feel good!

it's all your fault, darling. don't blame him when he breaks into your house while you're sleeping next.

#he's literally so ooc #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere mha #my hero academia x reader

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adr-n-sketchy · 10 months

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I caught you burning photographs Like that could save you from your past History is like gravity It holds you down away from me

I saw @muzarry’s Huntlow Wedding Waltz art challenge and I wanted a piece of the action. I hope this wasn’t too far off from the initial prompt of a ballroom waltz but I imagined them having and outdoor cottagecore-esc celebration.

Some of my reference materials are below the cut along with me rambling way too much about what I’m nitpicking about the piece now that it's posted and all my mistakes are glaringly obvious (ah the power of publishing your art).

Thanks again for the fun prompt!! I already have ideas of how I’d like to redo this bc they’re just so fun to draw

Materials/references - Willow’s dress was a combination of many many Pinterest searches of embroidered flowers and about three dress ideas smushed together

First things first how obvious is it that I hate drawing shoes? Lol if I’d planned this better, I probably would’ve just cropped the pose around their calves but then I was too far in to fix it.

This piece was really fun!! I’ve been on the procreate tutorial side of tiktok while I’m still figuring it out and I actually got to try out some lighting tips on this. Idk if I did them right but it was fun to try. I fish I'd gotten the colors a little warmer like the initial prompt image. Also still figuring out different shading techniques and styles I like. I'd like to title this piece's strategy "slap on a shading layer and then smudge the shit out of it until you get something passable."

I definitely did not draw enough flowers as a child and was running out of ways to draw leaves and petals lol. Phew that dress was a slog, but also so so fun. I have a little headcanon that it was embroidered by Darius and Camila. I've never illustrated any sheer fabrics, so this was me BSing myself throughout the entire thing, but I can't say I'm mad at the response. Clothing folds are still a headache for me, but somehow this is, better?

Also, Willow’s flower crown is made up of the red grass and flowers that Willow first greets when they get back to the demon realm — y’know, the adorable gesture that squeezes the first smile out of Hunter post Flapjack. Also, Flapjack-red tie for Hunter because obvi.

I'm afraid I made Hunter's outfit a little too close to Caleb's, but from the references of outfits and background, we ended here. So maybe his ability to wear things this close is proof of therapy and progress? y'know, if you squint past my blatant art and fashion block. I also just realized I think I was supposed to color the buttons on Hunter's vest but now I'm pretending that was purposeful

Another thing I'm weirdly nitpicky about it Hunter's hair noodle. Idk there's been something that's bothered me about it throughout the entire process but could never quite put my finger on it/fix it.

I had the idea that Willow and Hunter's rings would look like elongated versions of each other's palismen. Kind of like those little dragon rings that look like they're clinging to your finger, but I couldn't get the shape right, and Willow's ring isn't visible anyway. So maybe next time.

That may be it. Might add more as I find more and more things that annoy me. If you made it to the end of my perfectionist rambling, congratulations!! Your service and sacrifice is noted lol.

Don't forget to hydrate yourselves and have a lovely day!!

#huntlow #winter toh #willow x hunter #willow park #toh willow #hunter park #toh hunter #hunter deamonne #the owl house #toh #muzarry1kdtiys #art challenge #my art #come to me #the goo goo dolls

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crazys-art · 1 month

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day 28 of martch - redraw old art

had this idea 4 years ago and now i have realized it lol. i put way too much thought into this so notes below

notes for designs i did while making this:

i wanted them all to have unique eye shapes instead of defaulting to how i draw eyes normally because animal crossing characters dont have uniform eyes lol

also i worried wayy too much about some of the species choices lol. like. do i make junko a bear because monokuma, or does that give the twist away? do i make everybody a different species, or do i double dip in a few places to make the twin twist less predictable? ultimately decided fuck it im not writing the game im drawing fanart i can do what i want

when i first came up with this idea i'd only fully decided on the species of 7 of the cast so here's my train of thought for why they are what they are:

yasuhiro- easiest out of the way first. there's nothing else he could be but a frog. decided to give him the weird facial hair animal crossing sometimes gives their characters because its not animal crossing without a couple ugly guys (affectionate)

hifumi- big guy. elephant. made sense. gave him some pink accents despite not thinking it worked all that well to get that animal crossing authenticity yknow lol. plus he likes some cutesy things so he can have some pink as a treat

sakura- felt bad about making her a gorilla ngl- especially since she is. one of the three characters in this game with a darker skin tone. but literally no other species made sense for her. and ngl there are like. no gorilla villagers i like. so i tried my best to make her look cool as hell

sayaka- cat villagers are super popular, so might as well make the ultimate pop idol one, right?

asahina- okay this comes from bias on my part but in my new horizons my default uchi villager was a rabbit and asahina would 100% be an uchi villager so bada bing bada boom. ended up making her coat more orange than it actually is cause i wanted her to be red and didnt want it to clash.

mondo- im going to be completely honest. when i thought of this i was just like "oh that makes sense i always associated mondo with tigers i dont remember why tho." and i just double checked and not only are they in his execution but he also has tiger underwear. so. this ones canon imo

ishimaru- once again, wolf villagers are popular, and just made sense for him. hes a loyal rules guy, and more edgy than a dog- plus, it gives him a cat and dog dynamic with mondo! this concludes everyone that i came up with their species 4 years ago, below is the ones i decided now

kyoko: i was between anteater and wolf for her, and since i decided not to double dip on species, i went with anteater. idk, anteater villagers always seem so aloof and strange to me, it's just her vibe.

junko & mukuro: i was between bear, cat, and rabbit for them, and once again, avoided double dipping. bear is pretty obvious, but cat was because once again, cat villagers are so popular, and rabbit was because of the irony. junko's ears are also supposed to mimic the little monokuma hair ties she has lol

celestia: i was between anteater and ostrich, and i'd already chosen kyoko as the anteater. i didn't even remember that the ostrich villager was called ostrich for a bit, i kept thinking of her as a peacock, but then realized that was perfect for her whole european thing lol.

toko: i was between cat and squirrel, and sayaka was cat. her just being such a small bitter little guy is fitting for her i think.

chihiro: i was between hamster, rabbit, and mouse, and rabbit was taken. i think i only went with mouse because i wanted to draw that head shape, but i did realize after that that means they and mondo are a cat and mouse lol

makoto: i was between deer and dog, and honestly it all came down to his ahoge. if there was a way to have antlers and an ahoge, i would have done so, but honestly it worked out for the best i think. having a dog and cat relationship with sayaka + komaru and toko being dog and squirrel just worked too well.

togami: i was between horse and eagle and this was one of the hardest decisions. ultimately went with eagle simply because i didnt want to draw an animal crossing horse. this did end up making the squirrel be obsessed with the eagle which i do love. i kept trying to work blue into his design but it just did not work at all.

leon: oh leon. the hardest one to choose. i had to save him for until id decided everyone else lol. i was between bull, eagle, and tiger, and went with bull bc of double dipping. all three suited him equally i think it was hard to choose. also coloring him was hard too lol

#crazy's art #csp #artists on tumblr #digital art #martch #martch2024 #danganronpa #danganronpa thh #animal crossing

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blueywrites · 1 year

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i'm on my knees begging to know more about "Oh You Fancy, Huh?"

Haha okay so this was supposed to be a smutty little oneshot for Valentine's Day, but I got distracted by my EMT!Eddie idea instead. And idk if I'm gonna actually write this so here you go! Most of my notes.

Here's the scenario:

You go out with Eddie to Valentine’s Day dinner. You’ve been together for eight years, married for three, and it’s only recently that money is better than it’s been. You’re a teacher, he’s a mechanic. He wants to take you to a fancy restaurant for the first time.

He’d left you a note. ‘Get yourself somethin’ nice.’ You don’t typically wear dresses or heels.

The thing is, neither of you are really used to going out like this, being at a fancy place like this. And Eddie can’t help but be impish, hints of his high-school self coming out. He makes an off-handed comment about the type of people who eat here, and you see people glance at him. You look at him with fond exasperation. ‘Can you behave for just one night?’ He scrunches his nose. ‘But I am behaving.’ He fucks around with the napkin to make you laugh. Neither of you know what to do with the menu - it’s kind of gibberish. The waiter is a little judgemental. You change the subject. ‘How was work today?’ ‘Oh, you know—’ he leans back, stretching, white shirt flexing, and your eyes drag over his chest. ‘...the usual.’ There’s a smugness in his tone, and your eyes flick back to his to see him smirking at you knowingly. You flush lightly, aware of the clinking of utensils and the polite hum of conversation around you.

‘How was your day? Did you finish all those papers?’ He leans his elbows roguishly against the table, manners be damned. Chunky rings below ruddy knuckles against the tablecloth. You talk about work and school.

He puts his hair up.

You lean forward, bringing your elbows together to push your cleavage together.

He drops his napkin under the table, pries your knees apart and presses a kiss halfway up. You almost jolt and draw attention. He teases you, 'Remember when Tammy Tompkins caught us?' You’re getting heated. It’s been years since you’d thought about the picnic table in the woods, about sneaking out during class to meet him there. He’d lay you out and eat your pussy 'til your thighs clench around his ears, moaning into your heat as you release on his tongue, sneaking back into school together with shit-eating grins and a healthy flush. He’d showily wipe his face off on the back of his wrist.

You suck on the end of your spoon, one foot snaking up to press into his crotch. He goes rigid. He excuses himself to the bathroom. You think he’s upset but he’s bright and eager, leaning in to murmur excitedly. “Babe.” “What?” “The bathrooms are all singles.” He looks positively impish. “That’s nice?” “Oh, it’s more than nice, baby.” “Ed. You’re kidding.” You giggle like schoolchildren. Your dessert comes, he swipes chocolate icing off your mouth and feeds it to you. You flush, pussy throbbing. He’s looking at you half-lidded and wanting. You give in. “Let’s go.” "Yeah?" "Yeah."

In the bathroom he crowds you up against the door. “What would they say, huh? If all those rich assholes saw you on your knees, begging me to fuck you in this bathroom.” His thumb pulls your lower lip down tenderly, in contrast with the dark smoke purr of his voice. “My dirty little slut.”

You whimper, taking his thumb into your mouth, showing him what you’ll do. Looking up at him with those big eyes he can’t resist. “Use my mouth, Eddie. Wanna gag on you.”

He groans quietly, facade cracking. “I would, sweetheart, but I’m so fuckin’ turned on right now I’d blow in a second.” A coy smile spreads on your lips as his thumb pops from your mouth. “Plus, don’t wanna get you all messy and ruin your new dress.” “Want you to get me sloppy, Ed. Wanna drool all over your cock.” He groans. “Fuck, you little minx. C’mere.”

Then you fuck in the bathroom and probably dine and dash 😘

#blueynews #blueyblabs #eddie munson fanfic

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unionize-aromantically · 8 months

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Norwegian newspapers and "pressestøtte"

[unchronological introduction: basically I started this as a "how does the state pay newspapers" but it also is a description of a couple notable Norwegian newspapers, or rather, the ones the state considers notable, but also don't have enough money I think. introduction end, enjoy the "me actively researching while writing" format]

i was looking into something else, but now I'm confused by how newspapers in Norway work.

I already knew the average newspaper is owned by a political party. or like, is related to one. and many, if not all, have a clear center geographically. - NRK is kinda the exception to both, but they basically just have different geographical sections, and they're supposed to be politically independent afaik. (obviously excluding debate articles).

But then I saw some newspaper talking about (not getting) "pressestøtte", which is like, monitory support from the state to the press. and so, I asked myself why they weren't getting it.

[this is long, but it should be formatted well so I hope someone reads this lol]

the requirements are apparently:

[Norwegian to keep the wording]

produksjonen har dagspressekarakter,

har en ansvarlig redaktør,

tar betalt fra leseren og

selger mesteparten av opplaget til abonnenter.

Videre settes det krav til opplagets størrelse

og hvor ofte avisen kommer ut

[translation]

the production (i.e. newspaper) has the character of a daily newspaper

has a responsible editor

takes payment from the reader (i.e. it costs money)

sells most of the papers* to subscribers

Furthermore, requirements are set for the size of the circulation*

and how often it's released

*(translation note: I can't translate this confidently because I don't understand it, but its like what they print, not sure if "size" is pages or number of papers)

considering they said "how often" (Norwegian : hvor ofte) as the last point I think they meant that the news are about current events when they said "the character of a daily newspaper" (Norwegian: dagspressekarakter)

so I took this info from this subjekt.no article, but it's probably just a law, I'll cite that when I'm on PC.

but yeah, they go on to point out this:

There are a total of eight newspapers that receive more than NOK 10 million, while three newspapers receive between NOK 5 and ten million. In total, these 11 newspapers receive more than NOK 220 million in 2021.

The others - a total of about 140 newspapers - share the rest, i.e. NOK 140 million.

(the conversion rate for most major cash to NOK is like 10 NOK = 1 [insert valuta], but lately NOK has been weakened, so it's more like 12 to 1 € etc)

this is not the only monitary support newspapers and such get, but it's like a big one, if I understood correctly.

I don't know exactly how to translate this section but basically you see a name then the amount they get

Klassekampen får cirka 42 millioner kroner. Bergensavisen får 35 millioner kroner. Dagsavisen får nesten 35 millioner kroner. Vårt land får 31 millioner kroner. Nationen får 21 millioner kroner. Dagen får i underkant av 18 millioner kroner. Fiskeribladet får nesten 12 millioner kroner, og Morgenbladet får vel 11 millioner kroner.

[disclaimer for the below statements, I used Wikipedia as a source, the articles seem well-made (especially the tone), but obviously they're not guaranteed to be flawless.]

[second sidenote: I decided not to talk about the WW2 stuff, but obviously when the nazis (upon the request of the Norwegian traitor Vidkun Quisling) invaded/controlled/operated in Norway they made certain newspapers illegal (Norwegian: illegale, as opposed to ulovlig), or every? idk. but yeah. that's a whole 'nother thing. ] [also: Norway in WW2? I'm probably massively misinformed (i.e. seeing Norway in an overly positive light) due to my biggest source of info being the Norwegian education system]

Klassekampen is a leftist newspaper, "the class struggle" / "the class fight" / "the class war". according to Wikipedia they were started as a marxist-leninist paper (not clear whether they're still that, I don't know enough to determine that). they used to belong to the socialist people's party, now they're owned by the party called red (rødt/raudt). they have people in Oslo (capital, east), Bergen (second largest city, west) and Trondheim (third largest city, middle). but yeah, they get the most from this system, 42 million Norwegian krowns (kroner / kr / crowns / NOK).

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023]

Bergensavisen is an explicitly local newspaper, "Bergen newspaper". often shortened to BA, originally titled "Bergens Workers magazine" (Bergens Arbeiderblad). The newspaper was originally belonging to the party that has since been divided into NKP (unpopular communist party, zero seats nationally, some local), and AP (recently less popular and more centre, but previously very popular left party, currently in charge nationally together with the protectionistic centre party SP, previously known as the farmers party). That was a mouthful, but yeah. they get 35 million NOK.

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023]

Next up, Dagsavisen, "daily newspaper" / "day paper". Oslo newspaper. it has been owned by various unions (fag-foreninger / subject-area organizations) historically. This party was also owned by the party that used to be NKP & AP, but this one got kept by AP, because there was little communism (Leninism/ML) in Oslo. If I understood correctly they've been party independent since 1999.

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023. sidenote: this article is long as fuck (in Norwegian at least) so I barely included a fraction of what it says. also there's some repetition cause there's a lot of shared ownerships between these, at least historically]

Vårt land, "our country" (technically could also mean "our land"). this one's a christian newspaper. the Wikipedia doesn't say much more. Their recent news are mostly related to church election thing. And they use viking symbolism in their logo, according to them it's to represent freedom. They're owned by mentor media.

[sources: Wikipedia (barely), their website. september second 2023 still]

Nationen, "the nation" is a newspaper that describes themselves as the districts' (i.e the less populated parts of the country)'s business paper. they have offices in Oslo, Trondheim and a lot of freelancers. They used to be owned by SP (centre party, previously the farmer's party). they're politically independent, and focus on district politics (as mentioned, this basically just means non-city politics, places people live far from each other), agriculture, food production and food security, business and the EU. they used to be right leaning, but now their against centralization, moving from villages and EU-membership. I think that still means SP-like in terms of politics, usually considered centre on the political spectrum and protectionistic. (all/most leftist parties in Norway are against the EU cause of worker's rights* & Norway first thinking).

*an example is that leftist parties like Red don't want temporary employment. (which they managed to work against in the Fylke (political area) around Oslo (Viken) within builders. basically workers (employees) over customers/demand/economics/capitalism.

oh and btw if you're not aware, Norway is currently in EØS/EEA which is like EU-light. basically we get to say no to laws we don't want (for our country only), but we don't get to vote.

[link to the Wikipedia article & Store Norske leksikon [big Norwegian lexicon/encyclopedia] or the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023. definition of "district" is from SNL (lexicon).]

Dagen "the day" is a christian newspaper from Bergen. originally made by like two (christian) missionary groups. They are also active in politics. (but don't belong to the christian party (KrF)).

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023]

Fiskeribladet, "the fishing magazine" is a fishing magazine, a "coastal business magazine" (fishing, it's fishing, it's just fishing, and economics & politics of fishing) for the entire country. they print papers thrice a week, but online it's daily.

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023]

Morgenbladet, 'the morning magazine' is a national weekly newspaper for society, culture, debate and research. [direct quote from Wikipedia]. Owned by Mentor media. an old newspaper (like many others on the list). It's a right-leaning paper, being run by Christian Friele for a bit (the Friele name is also a coffee brand and a gay activist's (like 100 years later), it's very Bergen, originating in Germany (Hansa and that) (I still don't know if they're related though)). They seem to be associated with the Steinar philosophy (steiner schools as such, which are freer schools, basically organize your time yourself, but they're private to be clear, people who go there are considered weird by the mainstream) (there are few of those, 43 total in Norway) (apperantly known as "Waldorf schools" other places).

sorry this went on tangents I have been writing this for like 2 hours idk.

[link to the Wikipedia article for the above paragraph/newspaper, read 2 september 2023]

translation note: there's technically "magasin" which means "magazine", but "blad" is also kinda magazine. "avis" is newspaper. "blad" I think can be both idk.

#long post #Norwegian newspapers #norske aviser #pressestøtte #ink.post

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We were going to see them all. But he was too busy burning them. I don’t think she ever saw anything // No stars. I hoped there’d be stars

OKAY IT'S HAPPENING IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING! WE HAVE WATCHED world enough and time/the doctor falls

alright, let's keep the yelling to down below (EDIT: yeah these rambles got looooooooooooong)

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 9/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or given agency to her emotional interiority): 6/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 7/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 9/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 4/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 6/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 8/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 9/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 7/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 6/10

FULL RATING: 76/100 (if I can count….)

I'd have to check, but this might be M*ffat's highest-rated finale (of course there is the finale that comes after this one, but um... that one will definitely be rated lower). I genuinely like quite a lot of what's going on here. and then there's some things I'm going to poke with a stick...

also at this point we confirm: Gomez!Master is simply perfection, she is this era to me!

OBJECTIFICATION: I note that Simm!Master is pretty darn sexist throughout this episode and yes, Simm!Master was definitely a misogynist in his original tenure too, it's just taken to an extreme degree in this one I think, specifically in a strange sort of "see how far we've come now" way, that feels echoed in the next episode with the first Doctor

I'm not sure if this is just me, but it felt jarring and a little out of character, but perhaps he's just reverted to the most extreme type after being a dictator on this spaceship for x amount of years idk. he was generally a little flat for me, but that's something we'll talk about further down

I wish Bill had been allowed to smack him or something at least, because oh boy was there a lack of satisfaction in that part of the narrative in my opinion

PLOT-POINT: okay I was writing this down in "politics" and maybe it is, but the blur is very big in this episode in many ways, so I've decided to put this up here instead -- ALSO THIS IS A RAMBLE TO TRY AND ORGANISE THOUGHTS BE PREPAAARED

if I had a nickle for every time steven m*ffat turned a Black character into a cyberman after being basically killed by a random happenstance that's never addressed again and then they decide to essentially commit suicide rather than keep living as a way to end their stories I'd have two nickles, which... I mean I don't know. it's weird that that's been his go-to twice, possibly not as a conscious choice, and maybe this doesn't even belong under politics, so much as a bit lazy in the absence of signs of it being an intentional callback or recurring thematic event (I mean this may be more about the fact that Danny Pink is a hard done by character as well)

I do think this is one of the worst things to happen to a companion in nu!who (the worst? hard to say, that's subjective, but in the sheer detail of its depiction it's certainly brutal), and I can't say Bill is offered much in the way of agency in the narrative, and listen, I like a tragedy, I like "you missed her by two hours," I like characters feeling so so sad, but I do feel like these episodes dropped the ball on being about Bill, rather than Bill being a cog in Simm!Master's ongoing game with the Doctor (and I'm not even entirely onboard with Simm!Master's characterisation in this episode as being much more than a prop to make Gomez!Master seem better or something by comparison? or maybe John Simm was just up for coming back and they were trying to make him fit in there), and I think that's a shame. I can't place it very easily, but it's kind of a letdown for a character that did feel very go-gettem throughout the season

in these episodes things happen to Bill and around Bill, but not really because of Bill or with Bill driving anything, with the exception of one moment (which we'll get to over in companions matter), and while we do have Bill reacting to those things toooo some extent, I personally don't feel like her emotional interiority is given much focus

in the first one she's more central and there's promise in the second episode when she wakes up and discovers she's a cyberman, but after that she fades into the background for me, which is wild, because she's gone through something so violent and has been betrayed so badly by the Doctor in favour of the Doctor's fucked up little dance with the Master, but she spends her time waiting around and being spoken to with incredible cruelty by Simm!Master and treated with suspicion by everyone else and it's just not even about any of that, except for how it convinces her to die

it's an interesting comparison to, say, Clara whom the Doctor fucked up the universe to save (and Bill's not even dead), but perhaps it's because the Doctor also wants to die/give up and Bill at this point was the big factor stopping that from happening. a lot of her saving him was specifically related to his being self-sacrificial and now she just accepts that death -- but then at the end she begs him to not be dead, but also we don't really see her during the proper battle scenes, which was an odd choice

if she's the Doctor's protector, as she has been often, including at the beginning of this episode, I think she should have been very visibly so

this is very rambly, but I think what I'm getting at is simply that Bill fades into the background of part two of this, in a way that feels particularly sad for the fact that it's such a violent fate

BUT WAHAIT! we do have Heather then coming in to save the day, and I personally like that. Bill was going to head out with her eventually, so I'm pleased. I think one thing about this season as a whole is that I think Bill deserved two and/or more episodes off the back like Martha for example had, but I know this was the final season. this is probably another post, but there's so many interesting underlying things to Bill's story that deserved more space (as it were), but also do I think m*ffat could have done all of that justice? (no)

so with all that in mind, I'm glad she went with Heather (let's hope next episode doesn't undermine tharthjgdksjdflkfjhöjsdlkfjgshjdf)

(my other note, which may also be politics, is that both of the Black female protagonists had the essential function of saving the Doctor from himself, and while Bill also got to be held somewhat by the Doctor in return, ultimately she wasn't the focus of this story as much as the Master was -- which I do think s3 balanced the Master/Doctor madness while also allowing Martha some development, but we may be coming down to subjectivity)

COMPLEXITY: the first part of these episodes is a rare example of a bit complex on M*ffat's side without being too stupid and indulgent -- there's a mystery (in the sense that you might recognise the Mondasians but Bill doesn't know them and the Doctor doesn't know), there's the slow creeping dread, there's the Master. I wish there had been more scenes of Bill trying to escape or figure out what's going on, because ten years and she just hung out there??? and accepted that this was what everything looked like??? no exploring??? really????? (this is companion matters actually, but it does stretch suspension of disbelief on my part)

second half is then a simple "getting attacked trying to stop it" story in which the cybermen are hyper-developing while this little farming community has to be prepared in a very short space of time, which is all fair enough. I think the second half overall is weaker than the first, and I couldn't tell you exactly why. I think a lot of it is quite good, but ultimately some of the character-work gets lost for me, even though it does nail it at the very very end

and I think a reason I'm overthinking a lot this season is because it's the final season -- it's m*ffat's last companion writing, Twelve's (second) last hurrah, Gomez!Master's last outing (and Simm's) and so it feels like I'm not just looking at this episode but how well everything built to this episode, which may not be quite fair, but also... such is the fate of a final-ish episode

it's a good episode. it's also a bit of a microcosm of some of the core Stuff in m*ffat era (although not as much as the next episode will be) -- it ends on a lot of very fun, interesting points, but it's a bit of a rocky road to get there that struggles to give the companion much to do. it feels like this season as a whole was getting to a pretty good place on a lot of these points (if one looks at this rating's system it jumps this season) and it feels like this development was cut short

I can't believe this me making the case for more of the M*ffat era, disgusting. hateful. this isn't who I am I promise!!!

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: I mean yeah! boy ohhhhkay let's list!

Simm!Master returns, reveals he was killed by Gomez!Master and that she in turn was killed by him, but if she remembers that then I'd hazard that's how she survived that, but I don't think we've ever been told how. I love how many blank spots there are in the Master's history, this isn't a complaint. the master just comes back, that's what the Master does

Bill is turned into a cyberman, then Heather pulls her out of the cyberman and they go travelling together

the Mondasian cybermen origin story

the Doctor is going to regenerate but maybe refuses to!

Gomez!Master calls someone a bitch, which I had no idea where to place, but this was my note when it happened: CALLS HIM A BITCH!!!!???!!

(which on that note, that blue guy never returns, he just shoots Bill, gets flipped on his back and disappears from the narrative entirely, feels like a bit of a miss, considering how all of this happened because of something essentially pointless... shot by some random dude... the other main link between Bill and Danny, both seem to be random events, and I'm not sure M*ffat is a deep enough writer to be doing this intentionally for any thematic reason, because Danny isn't that important in the end RIP)

COMPANIONS MATTER: there's a lot I covered in the earlier point about Bill, but she does do soooome stuff, specifically she saves the Doctor's life in the beginning of episode 2, and also pulls him out of the debris at the end and into the Tardis somehow (sidenote, I really feel like the Tardis is so fond of Bill, in a very particular way. the Tardis has favourites and Bill is one of them I believe!)

I think. those are the two main things? otherwise she acts as bait, and then as... I suppose plaything to the Master in a way? summed up like that it's a bit bleak

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: okay I wasn't sure where to write about this, but let's talk the Doctor and the Master! because this episode is attempting to do three stories, fundamentally

the origin of the Mondasian cybermen

Bill's final story (sort of)

wrapping up this era's exploration of the Doctor and the Master

and of these, I feel like the third is, funnily enough, the least compelling to me in the second half of the story (the first half, where the Doctor is convincing Bill to travel with Gomez!Master, I liked that!)

I actually wasn't a big fan of Simm!Master in this episode for the most part (not the whole part, I liked some of it too -- Gomez and Simm kind of wanting to get it on but also wanting to kill each other feels good, feels right), I felt like a fair amount of the writing wasn't quite... right for his character or went for his most exaggerated traits without any nuance. which, Simm!Master was absolutely a misogynist in his original s3 run (and then just mostly unhinged in the specials), so it's not out of the way that he'd be casually cruel to Bill especially, but Idk. I felt like the dynamic between Simm!Master and the Doctor was minimised to make Gomez!Master seem like her desire to try to get on the Doctor's side is somehow shocking (which I may be reaching but that tying into the continuous derogatory comments at WoMEn didn't sit right with me, like she was "more" emotional or less rational or more prone to Empathy/Feelings than before because of the regeneration, one episode after we've had the line about being past gender concerns), whilst in the same breath stripping Simm!Master of some of the stuff that made him fun to watch and the nuance specifically of his relationship with the Doctor back in the day, because now Simm!Master seems to just not care for the Doctor at all

it's not just cackling and evil-doing that made Simm!Master fun, in a similar way to how the first Doctor wasn't enjoyed despite apparently constantly talking about how women needed to be dusting in the Tardis (did he ever do that, I don't remember that ever... next episode questions, don't jump ahead)

now why do I talk about this in this section -- it's because of how it feels like there's a lot of heaaavy lifting- straaainingly heavy lifting to get the Doctor to make some philosophical points and have some growth and for Gomez!Master to figure out her moral stance that meant that potentially compelling ideas around the Master and Bill (Bill saying she's afraid of the Master in the first episode, Simm!Master pretending to be her friend before selling her out, the cruelty at her after she's turned) weren't realised

and it didn't have to be Simm!Master and Bill as such, but I noticed how excessively cruel the Master is to her without any sort of impact on the plot or the Doctor's relationship with the Master or Bill herself

this episode suffers from trying to get to this point with the Doctor, and with the (as anyone who's been reading these rambles of mine) compelling relationship between Gomez!Master and the Doctor, in a way that flattens Simm!Master into purely villainous and has Bill's emotional journey fade into the background

It's not entirely all the time, but when the Doctor makes a big speech about kindness at both Masters and Simm!Master reacts by saying he wasn't paying attention, it was kind of a letdown. it didn't feel like the big moment I think it wanted to be, and it also felt like everything was building towards giving us this era's Doctor and the Master relationship conclusion and it didn't quite land for me on the Doctor's side (Gomez!Master was great though), because of how lazily Simm!Master was written and a few quite big threads being dropped

I also feel like there was a bit of lack of continuation of the Doctor and Master relationship showing the Doctor's flaws, going waaay back to the 70s when the Master offered to rule the Universe together -- and in nu!who the Doctor's mourning the Master in s3 while the Jones family and Jack and Lucy grieved for themselves, the Doctor promising Bill it'd be fine, despite the Doctor knowing what the Master is capable of, and then Simm!Master doing all of that to her. there's just some... missing puzzle pieces where they're trying to make the Doctor look good, but it doesn't all work for me and as consequence the Doctor's emotional and philosophical journey doesn't land

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: on the one hand super into the Mondasian cyberman origin story, on the other hand the disrespect towards unhinged Doctor/Simm!Master of yore!

on the third hand this line from Gomez!Master at Simm!Master that did feel like the vibe: "I loved being you. Every second of it. Oh the way you burned like a sun. like a whole screaming world on fire" self-destructively destructive is exactly it!

“SEXINESS”: okay so Simm!Master and Gomez!Master being horny is allowed. I actually wish they'd been more horny, specifically about the Doctor. can't believe you dropped the ball here m*ffat I was gonna be okay with it this time! I was giving you a pass! let them be even fuckin weirder!

I also want to note here because of bathos that Nardole is still there mostly doing comedy in a way that annoys me, and I now stand firm on the opinion that this whole season could've functioned without him. I put in my notes that I didn't mind him as much in the second half, but he's just not a character I enjoy

INTERNAL WORLD: I think the concept of the ship is very cool, with down below goes very fast versus up above going very slooow. it does fall a teensy bit apart with some of the journeying, I'm confused about the lifts, especially in the "we can't make it to the Tardis" part where I feel like some of the scifi ideas were streeetching to let the plot happen in the way the writers wanted it to happen, and this also a bit in the development of cybermen and what the timeline was there, but hey, maybe someone has done a rundown of parallel timelines and it all fits perfectly and I'm wrong

do like the idea that Simm!Master went into the downstairs world and completely fucked it up, sowed the seeds for the cybermen there and convinced them that up above was dangerous to the extent that no one did another mission to the up above since the first one. I almost wish that these two episodes had been supplemented by a third one (cut some of the dead wood from the middle-season 3-parter and make that a two-parter) to explore these societies more, give Bill more to do in this world than wait around for... ten years

ten years!????!!!!

but that says something to the fact that I thought these ideas were pretty cool and they made the famously silly-seeming Mondasian cybermen into something quite creepy

POLITICS: so is there anything I could add here that wasn't covered before? Unclear about the choice of sexism in this episode, think it was ill-conceived doing the "character becomes a cyberman" plot with Black characters twice, like that lesbians came into the fore at the end (there's a separate post where I'd like to ask how people feel about Heather in general, but in principle at least I do like it, and I think it's very much a "if only more time had been given to the plot and to Bill!" for me on the whole but I do like it)

*deep breath*

what about the rest of the episodes? technically not that political in feel? there's a dystopian choking society down below that's being tricked into being converted into cybermen, which is deeeply fucked up, there's a farming community up above that's not really explored much as a structure... I think that's it?

there's sort of an ethos about "helping people out of kindness" but I think that part is a bit rushed, but that's Doctor Who-ish. I would love some discussion on the ethics of the Doctor being like "Bill I respect your choice to self-sacrifice, because I will do the exact same"

a few little questionmarks is what I'm saying

FULL RATING: 76/100 (if I can count….)

AGAIN CLAP FOR MICHELLE GOMEZ! TRULY THE MOMENT!

AND ANOTHER CLAP FOR PEARL MACKIE WHO DID SO MUCH IN SUCH A SHORT SPACE OF TIME!

highlights: those two doing Acting, especially in their respective final sequences, spooky origin story and a few Neat scifi concepts, does feel like it emotionally wrapped up this era of DW, some beautiful speeches and lines, gomez!master and the doctor were beautiful

low points: didn't feel the Simm!Master inclusion on the whole, didn't feel like the Doctor entirely worked throughout in terms of feeling his development, Bill didn't get enough to do in the stories themselves

AND NOW! WE'RE DOWN TO ONE! WILL WE END ON A HIGH???

#the measurement #im watching nu!who #im watching capaldi who #episode world enough and time #episode the doctor falls

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Tentatively Titled: Bear With Me Fandom: The Bear Authors Notes: Below the cut is the first half of a chapter for a The Bear fic I had started. I planned on finishing this chapter but I am feeling sick so I can't concentrate but I wanted to have this out there before s2 blows it all out of the water. It is inspired by a tiktok clip of another restaurant-based movie I can't remember the name of at the moment.

Right now it is written as 'You' and not OC but I was considering changing that to flesh them out more instead of needing to keep things vague (I dont feel it sits right to give You-characters any details if they're supposed to be for any and all readers). So yeah - this 'You' has background info and details so thinking about naming them later.

Its also general/no-pairing in this part (again, its only half a chapter) but it is intended to become a fic with a main pairing with Carmy. (Honestly it was supposed to start in the second half of this chapter but I really dont feel good and the screen hurts to look at).

So anyway, enjoy this little snippet - if anyone wants more I'll see what I can do - but s2 may make me abandon idk lol

The Original Beef underwent renovations and re-opened as The Bear. Among the changes instituted by Carmen Berzatto was the addition of a larger dining room which opened up a couple positions for servers. Having decided to go back to college you needed a part-time job in order to be able to keep up with your car payments, online streaming subscriptions, and other pesky things like groceries and rent after having to leave your full-time position due to lack of flexibility. After a month of being denied from over a dozen places you put your application in to this recently renovated restaurant across town expecting to be denied like the others, but to your surprise, you were called back within the day. So you began making the thirty-five minute commute from your place to work four times a week. The work was as expected: wait tables, clean up, help answer phones, take payments; five star customer service. What wasn't expected was the atmosphere.

You've worked customer service and retail for a decade. You thought you had beaten your social anxiety, at least enough to function at work, but it was proving difficult to manage lately. You tried lying to yourself; its just new job jitters, made worse by having been out of the customer service (at least in public) game for a couple years and instead sitting in a small cubicle reading over insurance claims. At least that's what you told them. In reality you were a vocational nurse for the last three years but you felt that if you put that on your resume you would be overlooked and you were too desperate to be without pay until someone would hire you. You knew the truth, however, behind the anxiety. It was the constant exposure to one of your worst triggers: Yelling. Specifically, men yelling. You were on edge constantly. Always wondering when the yelling would start - the kitchen staff often yelled to each other - and dreading the days when you worked the same shift as Richie. The manager was the worst offender, it was as if he only had one volume setting. Even when the yelling wasn't hostile it was still stressful. You would remain hypervigilant and tune in to hear every word from anywhere in the restaurant so you would be prepared if the yelling ever took on a aggressive tone, to be prepared if things ever became violent.

You stayed quiet for the most part. The rest of the staff started calling you "our very own kitchen mouse". That you didn't mind, you honestly thought it was pretty cute. The thing that did bother you, nearly constantly, was your damn stomach. The anxiety causing you to feel nauseous nearly every day. Add in to that feeling tired nearly all the time between classes, having work, and the fact that the anxiety on work nights would not let you sleep at all.

A month of this was taking its toll on you. You weren't sure how much longer you would be able to stay here.

It was a Friday night. It was busier than normal and there seemed to be a constant stream of incidents. A jammed receipt printer causing a customer to become short with you, a customer trying to call in to place a to-go order but the call being dropped multiple times until they eventually gave up but not before calling back one more time to blame the inconvenience on you, a customer knocking their glass off the table and you needing to clean it while not falling behind on your tables. You blamed it on the full moon.

"Order in for Table 4, Chefs," you announced, placing the order ticket in the line of others, and walking back out to check in on your other tables.

Walking back out to the dining room you were suddenly met with calls of 'hey waitress!' and snapping.

You rolled your eyes and groaned internally before turning towards the sound and plastering a smile on your face. Walking over to the table you asked, "Yes, sir, how can I help you?" "This is cold, I need you to take it off my bill," the man said.

You looked down at the plate - a pasta and meat dish that was very obviously nearly finished - and then back at the customer.

"I am sorry to hear that, sir. I can offer you a new plate, but I can not comp the meal. If it was unsatisfactory when you received it you should have let someone know, I can not take the meal off with it having been more than halfway eaten. I apologize," you explained. "What if I didn't eat it?" the man snapped. "I'm sorry, sir?" you weren't following. "I said - What if I didn't eat it? What if I am telling you that I threw the rest of it out and that is just what is left stuck to the plate." he countered. "Again, sir, I apologize but at this point I can not --"

The man began arguing. Obviously unhappy with you not giving in to his demands he started shouting and insulting you. You felt your face get hot with anxiety and your stomach was bad enough you felt like you were about to vomit. You started chewing on the inside of your cheek and your eyes stung as he called you names and belittled you. You were glued to the spot unable to muster up the courage to turn and walk away, worried it would make matters worse. The last straw was the man reaching across the table, grabbing your hand, and placing it in his dish of partially eaten food.

"Doesn't that feel cold to you? You incompetent bitch?" he yelled at you.

Trembling you pulled your hand out of the food and grabbed the dish. You picked it up and with a cracked voice replied, "sorry, sir, I'll take care of it," before turning and walking the dish back to the kitchen.

The tears stung your eyes and you tried not to blink, knowing if you did they would fall. You tried to remain professional. You were so lost in your own anxious thoughts that it was almost as if you could hear nothing as you walked to the kitchen.

'Your fault, your fault, your fault,' circled around in your head drowning out everything else.

You pushed the doors open and placed the dish down near the sink. You couldn't comp the meal, despite anything you said to the man to placate him. You figured you would pay for it yourself that way he would stop yelling and you wouldn't have to involve Carmen, who was currently acting as head chef and manager since Richie was running late. Something you had been grateful for up until now.

You were about to make your way to the restroom to wash the pasta sauce off your hands and wipe your eyes, thinking no one even noticed you come in to the kitchen at all, when you heard Carmen's voice call out,

"Why is she crying?"

You were pretty sure you were going to pass out. All eyes turned towards you now.

Manny was closest to you and now that he was paying attention he noticed how red and watery your eyes were and asked, "you okay, Mouse?" He caught a glimpse of the red sauce on your hand and mistook it for blood as he suddenly called out, "She's bleeding! Grab the first aid kit its bad!"

'Fuck,' you cursed in your head. The tears started flowing now. Being asked if you were okay was the surefire way to get the dam to burst no matter how hard you tried to keep it up.

"No! Not! I'm fine," you said, but your voice sounded anything but fine. "It's not blood!"

"What happened, mama?" Tina asked leaving her station to approach you. Her voice was sweet and caring, she gingerly took your red soaked hand in hers.

You stepped back and insisted, "It's just sauce. It's nothing, really, everything's OK, I just need a second." With that you turned to leave and pretend you were going to use the restroom but instead you wiped your hand on your dark jeans and snuck out of the restaurant and around the back to sneak back into the far end of the kitchen and sit in the freezer. The cold would help take away the burning feeling you felt and calm you down - something you learned during your several month position at a grocery store deli.

You ducked into the freezer and sat on a crate in the corner full of yet-to-be-unpacked food. You just needed a minute, you told yourself, then you would be back up and get back out there. You focused on taking deep breaths and wiped your eyes.

The freezer door opened after a few moments and you cursed yourself for hiding in here. You had no excuse for why you would need to be in here and evidently you took too long, you should have left already. You looked up and saw Carmen walk in and look around until he found what he was looking for - you. He walked up to you and crouched down across from you.

"What happened?" he asked, you could see his breath as he spoke. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep off some of the cold. "I'm sorry, I just needed a second to cool down," you answered, your own breath dancing in the cold air. "That's fine, you can take as long as you need, just please tell me what's wrong," he assured. "It's so stupid," you admitted, but it made you start crying harder.

Carmen stayed quiet a moment, letting you catch your breath, but his silence allowed you to open up and explain what had happened. When you finished your retelling of the situation he stood, extended his hand which you accepted, and slowly guided you out of the freezer. Without a word he began to lead you out to the dining room as you wiped your face to dry it of the tears.

Crossing back through the kitchen you and him caught the attention of the rest of the crew. As you passed the front door Richie happened to walk in, finally making his appearance.

"Yo, Cuz, what's happening?" he asked, his voice already above casual speaking volume. Carmen ignored him and kept leading you.

Stopping at the edge of the dining room he dropped your hand. "Who?" he asked. "Please, forget it, Chef, I took care of it." you insisted. "Who?" he repeated. You could tell by the tone of his voice he wasn't in the mood to ask again so you pointed to the customer in question.

You watched as Carmen approached the customer who berated you. He pulled a chair over from the next table over and sat at the table where the aggressive customer was sitting with a group of other men, and began talking to him. You couldn't hear their conversation over the noise of a full dining room but you could tell that neither of the men were enjoying their conversation. Noticing the scene unfolding many other customers stopped in their conversations and turned their attention towards Carmen and the other man. The volume in the room dying down enough that you could now make out what was being said by Carmen. He stood now, and his voice raised to assert himself.

"Apologize to her." he said. The man at the table laughed heartily. "No, I have nothing to apologize for."

Carmen, unsatisfied with the man's response, gathered up the tablecloth until all the dishes and drinks were bundled up in a pile of cloth in the center of the table. "You can see yourself out." "Who do you think you are?" the man shouted, "go get me your manager." "I'm the fucking owner. Get out." Carmen asserted.

The man huffed but at the encouragement of his bewildered companions he rose, grabbed his suit jacket, and left. The dining room erupted in applause. Carmen turned back to look at you, and you, embarrassed but also very impressed by his actions, turned away from him. You saw Richie behind you, having watched the scene play out, and you could see the crew peaking their heads out from the kitchen as well. Carmen came up to you and said, "can you meet me in the office?"

Doing as he asked you walked away. You just barely caught him barking orders at the others, Richie to cover your tables, Sydney to take charge for a bit, and the others to get back to their stations.

#the bear #the bear fic #carmy x reader #carmy x oc #unfinished #bear with me i dont feel well

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⁕ about mistletoe

a THOMA / READER oneshot

( SPOILERS FOR THE FIC UNDER THE CUT. ) this fic was written for @/dustofthedailylife's genshin winter collab. the prompt was "hey... look up. mistletoe."

read on tumblr / reader on ao3

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ONE. the spark

When I chose this prompt, my original idea was for Reader to work at the Kamisato Estate. While preparing for the Commissioner’s wedding in Winter, Thoma and Reader were supposed to walk past a doorway with a mistletoe hung above.

It was an extremely cliche set up which I disliked. Plus, I like canonverse stories and mistletoe doesn't exist in Tevyat.

I wanted to introduce the plant into Tevyat, and I found the idea of making it similar to a windblume amusing. A plant where people heard but have no idea how it looks. If tales of it were to originate from Mondstadt, Thoma would know of it, and the plan was to have Thoma share his knowledge on the plant to the Kamisato Estate, sparking curiosity among his colleagues. It results in a game where workers in the Kamisato estate tried to trick each other into looking up when there was nothing, and reader is often the brunt of this joke because of their insatiable curiosity.

However, no matter how many times I tried to write the story, the details didn’t fit. I doubt Thoma is someone who will purposefully start such a game, so he probably has no idea the game exists. This meant Thoma had to be away, which made it tough to write interactions between Reader and Thoma.

While researching, I stumbled upon the fact that mistletoes bloom in winter. It heavily tied mistletoes to snow in my head, and there is only one place in Tevyat with snow… Dragonspine. I really liked the idea of people not knowing what it looked like, and tried to weave our understanding of mistletoes as something romantic into Tevyat as well. That’s how the story line came to be.

TWO. the story

Something I hope will be expanded in the future is Thoma’s history. As much as I understand they want to portray him as the loyal servant who sacrificed everything he has back in his homeland to serve the siblings, since they didn’t specify how much he had to forgo, I love to play with this grey area. I personally think that’s why childhood friends to lovers with Thoma is chef’s kiss because, if following canonverse, the topic of his departure is a source of conflict.

What if he had a friend who he perhaps used to have a crush on? The question led me to think about how that friend might have felt, why Thoma did not return, and how they would meet.

Not going to lie, trying to think of a reason why Thoma wouldn't write back to Reader despite his feelings was tough. I also didn't have a clear plan, just the want for Reader to accompany Thoma to Dragonspine, sort of fulfilling their promise but yet not really.

It’s hard to jot down how I planned for this fic to go when it unraveled itself as I wrote. Lots of scenes were not planned.

THREE. the critical

There are a lot of grammar, spelling and sentence structure errors in this fic. It wasn't beta-read at all, and I was rushing to get this fic out. The changes would be to beta-read and edit more, haha. Will i make the changes? I can. But do I want to? Idk.

F0UR. the details

Here are some parallels I particularly like! (note that everything below is in lowercase. sry!)

there’s no other reason you’ll take these mistletoe commissions other than to put food on your table at the end of the day. [ ... ] “i—“ you sputter, unable to look at his eyes but unable to pull away too. it’s an attraction you’ve tried to deny since thoma being so distant made it weak, but when he’s inches away, denying it is like denying your very existence in the adventurer’s clothes. every single step was to find him, and you believed you would die trying. [ ... ] “look,” you say pointing to your adventure outfit. “i put myself in these so i can get enough money to ship myself to inazuma and find you anyway. you might as well do it now.”

reader is obviously in denial. i love it when characters are in denial.

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katherine nods, the perfect smile plastered on her face, which is unsettling on her but when she’s kind enough to set aside commissions related to dragonspine for you, there’s no point in picking out details. [ ... ] when you pull away, you see the perfect smile. it had always looked good on him.

there's bit of humour here catered to me specifically, lol--of course katherine has a perfect smile because she's a robot. that aside, the main parallel is that thoma and katherine's smile is the same (the perfect smile, not a perfect smile). reader finds katherine's smile unnerving because it reminds her of thoma. i think it's a bit funny how the perfect smile can be unsettling depending on who has it, sort of showing that reader is bias? again, it's the obsession that has warped perspectives.

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his eyes gleam with disbelief. it’s like he’s looking at a clone of you. you’re anyone but you. [ ... ] “no, because i can’t forget either.” he looks at you. you’re no one other than you in his gaze.

the context for this is that reader has gone "crazy" in the eyes of their father for desperately wanting to find thoma. to him, he lost a child. this isn't to say that reader wasn't themselves; they have allowed their obsession to overtake their life, but at that point in time, they have already considered this obsession as who they are.

when reader is with thoma and the meta says that reader is no one other than themselves in his gaze, it's because now that they've found thoma, that obsessive part of themselves is not as overwhelming (?). reader can be who they were before his departure.

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not to mention, he fights so elegantly and courageously, anyone would swoon at him redirecting an arrow shot to strike at the heart ... [ ... ] “it’s for my lord,” he finally says. his voice is softer, yet it’s like an arrow that impales you. he sounds ashamed to admit. “their family did a lot for me, so i wanted to decorate his upcoming wedding with mistletoes, for good luck.”

this is a very small parallel, but i think it's funny how thoma saves reader from an arrow only to have his words be the arrow that shreds reader's heart.

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and a few things i wanted to point out:

...you jump into his embrace without hesitation. “i miss you, so much.” “i’m back like i promised.” [ ... ] silence settles eventually. you find yourself lost with how to ask. he remembers the promise, it just isn’t satisfactory to know the promise wasn’t enough to move a rock like him. so what did? [ ... ] how selfish. how very selfish you were. of course, he won’t think about you. you were just his friend that he could discard when he found fancier ones.

it's a little funny because when thoma said he's back like he promised, he intended it in positive ways, but reader turned it into something else, and his simple response starts becoming the seed of their self-doubt in their importance in thoma's life. it sucks to see someone as your closest friend, and you'll do anything for them but they wouldn't do the same, they didn't do the same.

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“no—” he says your name, says it pleadingly when you unwrap his blanket and hand it back to him. he stares at it as if you tore his heart and were presenting it to him. “it’s not as easy—“

i just thought this was cool because i believe thoma does show concern through acts of service.

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“now… if i may ask, why are you searching for mistletoes?” he asks. “make a guess?” “you found someone.”

this part may be short, but i hope it shows that thoma has also been occupied with the same concerns as reader, hinting that perhaps he has feelings for his childhood friend but has been in denial... like reader... idk. up to interpretation :3c

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recalling the original legend, you believe the guy was trapped in a cave system. your childhood friend had another perspective. he believed he was trapped in areas where snowstorms raged. [ ... ] “wow…” you breathed out, standing and reaching upwards to touch them. its trail led deeper. a way out. “we did it!” you exclaimed. “i knew it was in a cave system!” “we wouldn’t have found it if we didn’t risk our lives at the area with the greatest snowstorms.”

one thing i really like is having 2 pieces of information that seems separate actually being the answer if combined. i guess this is a stretch, but it also goes to show that neither reader or thoma is right or wrong in their decisions. at the end of the day, the only way is to talk about it honestly, and i think it's rather thematic that they fulfill their promise after talking about their unresolved past.

also, i know there is a erroneous grammar error here. the whole fic is set in present tense but that one line is in past tense... let's just... ignore it shall we,,, i'll change it later...

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he returned safely and presented the mistletoes to his lover. it’s ended in happily ever after. from then on, only those madly in love would risk their lives for mistletoes… [ ... ] ... every single step was to find him, and you believed you would die trying ... [ ... ] “who would have thought our promise would be fulfilled? i’m so happy i can kiss you right now!” you say as you jump for joy, pointing at the mistletoes.

just highlighting this because it can be read that reader is madly in love therefore trying to find mistletoes. which is a paradox to how reader is in denial but their actions says it all, haha. and then i just think it's cute that they kiss under the mistletoe, like the custom in our world. idk. isnt' it cute?? haha

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“it’s for my lord,” he finally says. his voice is softer, yet it’s like an arrow that impales you. he sounds ashamed to admit. “their family did a lot for me, so i wanted to decorate his upcoming wedding with mistletoes, for good luck.” [ ... ] his hold is tight. it feels like you’ve moulded your hand perfectly into his. it can’t be separated. “you’ll have to do the explaining. i’ll be busy with preparations for the weddings.”

just putting it here because i thought it was cute: from preparing a single wedding to weddings :)

i am also aware of the spelling error... i'll... change it later... bare with me... (and how i spelt grip and gripe. i'm so sorry @ my english teacher.)

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that's all! thank you for sticking around <3 i hope you enjoyed reading mistletoes and this little commentary!

#with mind.#thoma x reader #/#thank you mimi for that suggestion on blog consolidation lol #i've been thinking abt it for a while and yeah. if ppl don't want to see this they can block the tags bc this wont be posted very often #and i also want to be more confident of my writing!!#i have so many thoughts abt writing i want others to know it too! i love writing!!#i'll keep the other blog for answering questions i want to answer. like the ao3 wrapped questions :3c #talking to the void kind of vibes

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Satisfying Salad

Chapter Four

I post a lot of different stuff that is totally consumable for minors, but this space is not intended for minors, so if you fall in that category, please navigate it responsibly and respectfully... on that note.. keep scrolling to the next post kids. ^ ^

Despite the tag, this is not Kaebedo, I’m shipping Kaeya with the Fellflower because I’m an absolute psychopath... I call it crack but it’s my otp idk what’s wrong with me, cryo sugoi.

It is still updating but you can read the full fic here.

It’s the big explicit spicy. Then we’ll go back to having some plot with our spice.

Until this moment, the closest Subject Three had ever come to a sexual encounter was probably with a pollen seeking cryo cicin. Maybe it was something about the way he had changed his body, maybe it was the effects of the drink or maybe it was the dragon blood from his master, but he’d never experienced a sensation like this. The way Kaeya’s palm pressing over him made his entire body hot with the simultaneous need to tense up and grab for Kaeya’s hand while his limbs also felt weak and he wanted nothing more than for him to continue.

Why hadn’t he felt this before? Did other humans know how to do this? Did his master? He was eager, too much so, to give Kaeya what he wanted in exchange for more of whatever this was. He knew he shouldn’t, that he was disobeying his master, but what did it matter? Kaeya already knew he wasn’t the Chief Alchemist he’d been imitating, he was more likely to have to fight his way out of Mondstat if he’d insisted on keeping quiet, and what state was he in to do that?

Subject Three had been yearning to get out of these restrictive clothes since the moment his master had approved the accuracy of his human form and stuffed him into them, but he’d still not felt nearly as desperate to divest himself of them as he did now. Kaeya was much more adept at removing the over complicated articles than he was, but he continued trying to pull himself free of them however he could, unaware his efforts were likely just getting in the way.

After what felt like an excruciatingly long time, he was finally free of all non-organic pieces of his disguise —aside from the tie in his hair, but of all the things he’d had to wear, that one was the least of his concerns.— Kaeya had sat him up to remove the garments from his upper body, but he was on his back again by the time his excessively restricting bottoms were all off. His sigh of relief was cut short on a sharp gasp when Kaeya wrapped his hand firmly around what was supposed to be some kind of human reproductive organ but had begun taking on some characteristics of his regular form.

The feeling of Kaeya’s leather glove was rough as he began moving it, slowly pumping the length with purposeful movement while Subject Three squirmed below him, his hands fisted white knuckled at his sides in the duvet. The longer Kaeya’s hand was on him the more the heat in his stomach pooled, a sweet, nectar-like fluid already gathering at his tip and trickling down the sides. “More… Kaeya… more,” he pleaded breathily, eyes squeezed shut against the sensation that his hips rose desperately to meet.

“Tsk, look at you,” Kaeya chided. “I’ve hardly done a thing and you’re already like this.” He slid his hand up, rubbing his bare thumb gingerly over the leaking head as though hesitant to touch the fluid. It was quite harmless to him though, nectar was produced to attract and reward potential pollinators so it made sense his body might go out of its way to produce some now.

All he could respond to Kaeya’s teasing with was an embarrassingly needy whimper, terrified more than anything that he’d just stop when the hand released him. He opened his eyes in time to see Kaeya tentatively lick the nectar from his hand, as though making sure it was safe… which was a valid assumption in all fairness, but since his species did not eat bugs and therefore had no reason to kill them, the nectar was perfectly alright for general consumption… although it might cause problems for anyone with particularly bad seasonal allergies.

Kaeya huffed a short laugh. “You really are a plant,” he muttered, readjusting himself to once again grasp the whopper’s shaft and lean his face down to lick the tip.

“A-ah!” His tongue felt very different from the rough leather of his hand. It was soft, warm and wet, and the feeling of it as Kaeya dragged it up the side from base to tip was causing a strange pressure to build in him.

Kaeya still had one hand holding him steady while he used his tongue but his other was busy holding Subject Three down by the thighs, keeping him still as he desperately tried to squirm closer to the stimulating feeling. His gasps and moans were getting louder as the pressure in his lower abdomen grew more and more unbearably tight.

As Kaeya’s lips finally closed fully over the ribbed tip, the sensation of his mouth and tongue surrounding it as he lightly sucked, Subject Three felt it peak as the pressure released all at once. He wasn’t even aware his body could produce that much nectar in such a short period of time, but the sensation was euphoric, eliciting a lewd cry and even a surprised noise from Kaeya as he drew back letting much of the ejaculation end up on the whopper rather than in his mouth. He’d hardly taken him yet in after all.

Kaeya sat up fully now, though still lightly stroking him through his trembling orgasm. “Hm.. well that didn’t take much at all,~” Kaeya commented, his eye narrowed smugly as he looked down at Subject Three. There was a pretty obvious tent in the knight’s pants as well but he shifted away now, removing his hand as well. “I should be getting you back to the side of Mondstat’s walls that you belong on.”

Was that… it? It was over? But… he.. he didn’t want that. He wanted more of Kaeya, despite the exhaustion in his body, he wanted this all the time… how was he supposed to go back to his life without it??

Even though his limbs felt like he had slime for bones, Subject Three pushed himself upright again, gripping Kaeya’s arm firmly and forcing himself into the man’s lap before he could attempt to get up and move away.

“Hey—“ Kaeya objected as the whopper braced his hands against his shoulders, pressing back against the lump in Kaeya’s pants as he straddled him.

“More,” he demanded, swaying a little still. There was a distinct pinch of over sensitivity that wasn’t there before that made him flinch and whimper as he rutted against the still clothed knight but he was still hard and it still felt that same way. Kaeya still felt and smelled so good to him, as he pushed himself flush against the other, pressing his face into Kaeya’s neck and the fur on his shoulder in his efforts to get closer still.

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The whopper had finished surprisingly quickly.. it probably shouldn’t have been that surprising considering its very obvious lack of experience, but Kaeya was still caught off guard when it came so suddenly. The nectar it had been producing from what was meant to be its dick was very sweet and undiluted when he’d tasted it on his fingers, but the fluid that came out during its climax was actually much waterier.

That was a relief to Kaeya who wasn’t sure what he’d have done with a mouthful of something that sickly sweet. Most of the diluted sugar water tasting substance had ended up on the whopper rather than in his mouth though and he’d continued to stroke it as it came shivering down from its orgasm. He wanted to get this thing dealt with as soon as he could though, getting this technically dangerous monster outside of the city and… maybe some time alone for himself after all that.

When he announced that he’d be taking the whopper back to the wild though, he wasn’t expecting it to suddenly rise up and grapple itself into his lap, preventing him from getting up. The possibility that it had been a bad idea to indulge it to begin with did cross his mind, but was getting drowned out by the feeling of its hot, damp breaths on his neck and the way it was rubbing against his swelling hardon as it desperately tried to provide some friction to its dick against Kaeya. That smell was still coming off of it too, sweet and floral, and intoxicatingly heavy.

Kaeya’s hands came up reflexively to the whopper’s hips as it pressed its ass firmly back against his dick again, holding it against him for a moment before remembering himself. He wasn’t going to actually fuck a WhopperFlower… was he?

His breaths were a little heavier as he glanced down to what he could see of the whopper’s head still buried into the crook of his neck, panting against him or lightly lapping at his skin while his dick twitched traitorously in his pants. Whether it looked like Albedo or not, it felt good and he was increasingly aware that the scent of its pheromones was definitely getting to him.

All he earned himself was a growl when he tried to lift the whopper off of him, unable to do much in the way of removing his own clothes when their hips were welded together like this. With his dick already leaking a small wet mark on his pants… he didn’t exactly want to soil them further, he wasn’t about to get off while fully clothed.

“Now, now, there’s no need to get snippy,” he scolded, keeping his voice as steady as he could. “You want me to do it again, don’t you ?”

The whopper slowly lifted its head from Kaeya’s shoulder, pink eyes fixing him with a desperate gaze as it continued shifting on his lap. It gave a small nod, lips still parted and breaths short.

“Right, so you’ll listen to me, won’t you?” He asked, raising a hand to card through its imitated blonde locks.

The whopper nodded again, looking somehow more flustered when Kaeya leaned in. “Good boy,” he murmured against its jaw, despite having no idea if it was technically a boy or not… then again, as a whopper, he assumed it probably didn’t care either. It was already hard and twitching again after only that.

With a grunt, Kaeya braced his hands under the whopper’s ass and hoisted himself to his feet, lifting the other with him. “Be good and wait while I take off some of these layers, understood ?~” Kaeya asked, laying it back down on the bed.

It didn’t exactly look happy with this compromise, but it stayed obediently put with its arms resting loosely near its head and its dick still half hard in the open air. Kaeya could feel its gaze locked on him while he removed his cape and corset, and finally his boots and pants.

The whopper’s gaze followed him just as closely as he removed his gloves and took a container of slime concentrate —processed and sterilised for this purpose— from his night stand before returning to the bed. “Lift your legs,” he instructed, pressing one leg up by the back of the knee for its reference. It obediently followed with the other, exposing what Kaeya was relieved to find was a hole. Honestly, he had no idea what he should’ve been expecting based on a WhopperFlower’s understanding of human anatomy.

Scooping some of the slime out on two fingers, he settled himself on the bed kneeling before the whopper. “I suppose the cold won’t bother you,” he commented, tracing a slick finger around the entrance before slowly sinking it in, earning him a soft gasp in return.

It took the first digit with very little resistance and was handling the second one quite well despite the pants and whimpers it had already been reduced to once again. Was it just sensitive or did it have notably different anatomy than a human? It was responding well to the in and out motion of his fingers but seemed rather indifferent regarding which direction he moved them, implying that its pleasure was being derived from the friction alone. Still, it needed a little more stretching before it could smoothly accommodate Kaeya.

His biggest concern now was how loud the thing would get, he didn’t need any of his neighbours gossiping… especially after he’d been allegedly seen with Albedo. Assuming the alchemist would indeed be back… that would be awkward. It might get louder if he used his fingers alone to gag it, and frankly he wasn’t sure if he’d get bit if he tried, so it seemed like a smarter idea to just use his mouth.

With his other arm above the whopper’s head to prop himself up, he leaned back into its mouth. “Hush, you’ll wake the neighbours,” he muttered against the others' parted lips before pressing his own against them, slipping his tongue in.

The whopper made a soft noise of surprise against him, frozen at first while it took in Kaeya’s motions but quick to begin reciprocating as it copied him. At least it could learn from the best— not… that it should really be using this knowledge going forward as a WhopperFlower. Did they even have mouths?

By the time he’d scissored enough to fit a third finger, that same sweet nectar was already dribbling out onto the whopper's stomach, thighs twitching now and then while it tried to keep them in place for Kaeya. Its whimpers and moans were at least much quieter now being drowned out by Kaeya’s own mouth but it was about ready to finally take his dick.

“Don’t get too excited.. we haven’t started yet,” he purred, pulling away though the whopper reached after him still panting with a confused expression. “Keep your legs up,” he prompted, guiding its hands under its knees to hold them in place near its chest.

He scooped another generous glob of slime and applied it to his own dick before guiding himself to the whopper’s entrance and pressing in. Kaeya’s breath hitched as he entered, the muscles twitching and squeezing him as its body attempted to adjust to the intrusion of his now half sheathed length. “Ah.. your body is already pulling me in,” he sighed smugly, slowly drawing back to thrust in again deeper.

The whopper’s body temperature was actually quite low, but Kaeya’s own wasn’t exactly high either. The overall ease with which he’d stretched it hadn’t prepared him at all for how incredibly tight it still was, as though conforming to his size. He cursed under his breath as he pushed in again.

“Go.. fast again…” the whopper managed to gasp, it’s speech still as slurred as it was in Angel’s Share. Who was he to deny that request though?

Pausing in his motions, Kaeya sat up fully, gripping the whopper by its hips and lifting them off the mattress as he too rose up on his knees, finding an angle with better mobility. “Remember the neighbours now,” he teased, drawing back to push in with more force this time. Despite his light heartedly remark, he’d actually been quite serious, but the lewd moan from the whopper that followed was hardly subtle.

As he continued to pick up his pace, it wasn’t long before the whopper’s hands had abandoned their posts to grip Kaeya’s forearms, its legs hooked over his back now instead and trying to encourage his pace.

“K-Kaeya—“ he was only a few forceful thrusts in when the whopper came again, though notably less this time. Still, Kaeya was already this far in and he hadn’t finished yet so his pace continued unbroken, only increasing in both speed and force.

~*~*~*~

After Kaeya implied he’d be removing him from the city, Subject Three was a lot more reluctant to lay back and let him do as he pleased. The knight hadn’t exactly lied to him thus far though, so he felt at least somewhat inclined to listen when he reassured him. His breath was already getting short as another wave of heat spread through him when Kaeya leaned into his jaw to praise him.

Kaeya really did just as he said he would, taking off some layers before joining him on the bed again. Now that Subject Three could see Kaeya’s dick up close… he was aware that his didn’t exactly match up now. It hardly mattered by this point though, since Kaeya didn’t seem to mind and he was happy with whatever anatomy he had presently that was making everything Kaeya did feel so good.

From his position on his back with his legs bent up, it was hard to see what Kaeya was doing with the container he’d brought over, but it was mere moments before he’d scooped up the slimey contents and pressed a finger inside the whopper’s ass. Not a body part he normally had, just another necessity of imitating a perfect human form… although whatever he was at this point certainly wasn’t that.

He wasn't sure what a human was supposed to feel when they were touched there, but his body reacted easily to the in and out motion of Kaeya’s finger which soon became two fingers. The extra resistance created more friction, already making Subject Three more vocal and creating a bigger mess of nectar on his stomach as his dick continued to twitch and leak from Kaeya’s motions.

Although Kaeya hushed him, the whopper barely had a chance to try and stifle himself before Kaeya did it for him, pressing their mouths together. Another new sensation that made him still, taking in the way the knight’s lips moved against his, and how his tongue coaxed Subject Three’s into reciprocating. He liked this feeling as well, maybe just because it was Kaeya and every one of his touches was like electricity, it felt better still as he finally began moving to return the motion.

The nectar was practically pooling on the whopper’s stomach by the time Kaeya had worked him through his third digit. He made a disappointed noise reaching after him when Kaeya pulled away from his mouth and slipped his fingers out, muscles clenching on nothing. Still, he obediently held his hands where Kaeya had placed them under his knees, ready to follow whatever instructions he gave in order to feel good again.

With the same slimey substance, Kaeya slicked his own dick this time and pressed it into the hole instead. Its girth was far more impressive than a few fingers, making Subject Three gasp as his body tensed against the intrusion, trying to adjust around it. He’d hardly gotten used to the foreign shape before Kaeya started moving again, but much slower this time as he built his pace back up, encouraged by the whopper’s impatient demands.

The sensation of Kaeya sliding in and out of him was already incredible, it was already too good, too much for him. The heat pooling in his stomach already over flowing as he came again with a soft cry, there wasn’t as much nectar that came out this time, though Kaeya made no motion that he was about to stop yet. On the contrary, his pace was only getting faster and more forceful, causing the whopper’s dick to twitch out a few more drops as the stimulation only continued to grow.

He’d forgotten entirely about holding up his legs, instead reaching to grasp Kaeya’s wrists in an almost bruising grip. His dick wasn’t hard now but it was still sensitive from its two nigh consecutive orgasms, the prominent pinch of overstimulation with each thrust making him whimper and squirm. Too loudly for Kaeya apparently, as he was quick to lean back down to the whopper’s mouth and muffle him once more.

A hand moved off his hip, searching out the slime again, but returned instead to grasp his over sensitive dick. He grew immediately louder from this, gripping and clawing at Kaeya’s back while the knight ignored his objections, matching his thrusts with the assault his hand was making on Subject Three’s still soft, overstimulated dick.

“Nnh— Kae..ya.. n-noo,” he managed to whine against the other’s lips, but to little avail, almost sobbing by the time his dick was responding again to Kaeya’s movements.

The loud slapping of Kaeya’s hips hitting his ass with each thrust seemed almost enough to drown out Subject Three’s muffled moans, though Kaeya too hadn’t been silent himself. The breathy groans he made against the whopper’s mouth were growing more frequent and both his breath and pace more erratic, when suddenly his hips and hand both came to a stuttered stop. Kaeya cursed under his breath, eyes shut as Subject Three felt something hot spill into him that made his dick twitch painfully in Kaeya’s hand, apparently reminding the knight of its presence as he began stroking it again, moving his hips too though much slower this time.

Regardless of the pain, and the way he could feel Kaeya softened inside him, and just how exhausted his body was, he could still feel himself somehow getting tipped back to the edge. Although it hurt, he was so close again, he didn’t want him to stop yet. Despite Kaeya’s persistent grip sliding easily over his dick now, the sensation as he finally slid out along with the slurry of cum and slime that oozed out with him was what sent him into his third orgasm; dry and agonizing, leaving him gasping and whimpering under Kaeya, tears streaking his cheeks.

He’d never felt so tired in his life, he noted through the haze of his afterglow. He saw Kaeya move away from the bed before his vision dimmed to nothing.

#smut #smutty fic #genshin smut #smut fic #kaebedo smut #kaebedo #kaebedo fic #whopperbedo #fellflower #genshin fellflower #fellbedo #taru

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noco7 · 2 years

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chapter 9 ramblings

chapter 9 is one of the most reworked chapters so if you want to know more about the history of this fic and how i write it, read down below

see, Noco in 7 Minutes was first jotted down on notepad.exe over like.... three days. I’d just write down chapter summaries and some snippets of dialogue, then move onto the next. Not particularly sophisticated and when I moved to google docs and actually writing out the full chapters... things Changed. In my original notes, chapter 5 and chapter 9 were the argument chapters, and if you’ve seen all my posts, you’ll know I once said I had to write chapter nine before I published chapter 5 (that was about a month ago) And that’s because ch.5 was supposed to be like. A mild argument. And ch.9 the “real” argument. Chapter 5 was supposed to end with a hug and comforting, and then I made it end with Noah leaving the house entirely and their relationship in question. Because when I actually write things out, I end up making things more dramatic. Oops. So I had to scale up chapter 9 to match and make it Actively terrible. Like it wasn’t even a question anymore, the relationship was just Done. So that’s why it’s like that lmao. But did you know... most of the stuff in chapter 9 wasn’t supposed to be there, and to explain... I have to talk about Chapter 7. Chapter 7, if you don’t know, is the Sierra chapter. But it was never supposed to be. What was scheduled in my notes was ‘Cody breaks down, and Noah helps him’ it was supposed to be like... i dunno. Cody tries to restart his career on Twitch or Youtube, but things go wrong, the viewers are all really mean. And Noah has to bring in his moderator skills to save it. And that’s it. That didn’t happen. Because 1) wasn’t completely feeling the idea, and 2) I had a new idea. Sierra! Because I kept on mentioning her in the chapters, and yet had never planned for her to be in the fic. And that didn’t seem right. She should appear at least once, she should do something. Contrary to what people might believe... I like Sierra? I like evil women: (my other problematic faves are Courtney and Amy so haha). But I like her *because* she’s evil. And exploring her similarities to Cody is the backbone of this fic, so it was only right that she actually got to star in it. So I plopped her into chapter 7. Or well chapter 6, but then I split them apart. So she ended up in chapter 7. Which massively effected chapter 9, because now Noah had newer, more interesting reasons to be angry. Their original argument... they were supposed to argue about like... idk. Cody keeping his end of the promise of ‘stop pressuring Noah’ but still teasing him? And then he’d bring up his ‘summer MANSION’ and Noah would snap? And that bit is like... The only thing that made it into the final cut. You wouldn’t know considering how forced it feels in the end product though, 💀. I actually considered cutting it out, but it is pretty important and the uhh class-divide comes up in several other chapters, so. Had to keep it in. Also also... chapter 9 was supposed to be twice as long and feature the courtcase and a call from someone important... but moved that to chapter 10. Because chapter 9 was a little too cluttered. Another thing that got cut was that I wrote a completely new version of chapter 9 where Cody was looking back on the argument. So we don’t actually get to see it, we just hear Cody describing it to a friend. The concept was like... ooh mystery, what happened?, and the readers woulf have to pick up clues to see what’s going on. Like when one of your friends has an argument with someone and you have to pick out how biased this friend is, and if it *really* happened that way. And you want to support your friend... but like.. ehh kinda seems like an equal responsibility affair at the very least. But then I scrapped it. Was that the best decision? Who knows. It just didn’t get across everything I needed to get across like showing the real argument did. It was 9.5k words which is longer then the version I actually published... so much work down the drain, but hey. That’s how it be sometimes. It was certainly humbling. Also the friend I uhh ended the friendship with? She was my beta reader. So if you start seeing mistakes.. that’s probably why. She helped me a lot with grammar, she’d weigh in on questions like ‘are they equally bad? or should i make one of them worse?” and she’d hype up all my chapters before I published them. So uhh real loss. She’s the person who got me into writing, and I still use what she taught me in my work. She’s the one I talked to about Total Drama and noco all day. And now I don’t have that. Another reason it came out late. Not going get too into detail because it was a personal thing, but uhh. Yeah I’m basically going to have to write chapter 10 from scratch, but also I have other things to do - apply for jobs, respond to comments finally, read other noco fics, just have a nice break in general, so it might take another two weeks to come out. Sorry guys.

#NCi7

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ihaveatheoryonthat · 2 years

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More Power Trick-- this time part of a mental world, Similitude Circuit. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go this direction, but I kind of dig the symbolism in it.

This is especially choppy and has notes all over.

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As they gestured, Tragedy’s right sleeve fell, just below the line of his glove-- but it was enough to make out a thick stripe of discolored skin around his wrist. Raz narrowed his eyes and tucked that thought away for later.

[...]

At the sweep of Comedy’s right arm, Raz noticed it-- the same mark Tragedy had boasted three cars back.

“It’s been a trick the whole time, hasn’t it?” He asked, “You’ve been swapping who’s who every car.”

The pair stopped and looked at him, heads tilting inward toward one another.

“Might I ask how you’ve reached that terminal?” Tragedy asked.

Raz looked to Comedy, face twisting in discomfort and, with a healthy measure of caution, said, “You’ve got a scar on your wrist. That’s… that’s Ingo’s, isn’t it? From the psilirium cuff.”

The masks, of course, stayed stationary, but the glow of eyes behind them blinked. In unison, the narrators pulled back opposite sleeves to show mirroring blemishes.

[...]

“You’ve been switching the whole time! How’s that fair?”

“You are correct,” Comedy said, followed immediately by Tragedy’s, “That wouldn’t be fair. We’re doing no such thing.”

[...]

“That’s not-- okay, fine.” / “But you still answered to each other’s names!”

Tragedy held his hands up in a loose shrug, “It was an assumption. We’re not here to correct your interpretation of the story, only to guide you through it.”

“Even if someone’s got the facts totally wrong? You’re not going to go back and help them understand?”

“There are very few objective facts in a mental world.” Comedy said, “Perhaps the viewer finds meaning in the color of the victim’s [idk]. It may not break the mystery open, but who are we to say they read too much into the world around them?”

[...]

“Ah, well who can say what we truly represent?”

“Whatever the set requires, we can provide. We’re Comedy and Tragedy, Day and Night, Truth and Ideal.”

“Ingo and Emmet?” Raz asked, [idk].

The two laughed, clapping their hands together in sync.

“Who’s to say what we represent beyond that.” Said Tragedy.

Comedy shook his head, “In a sense. We’re modeled after the conductors for simplicity’s sake, but we’re the attendants, nothing more and nothing less.”

[...]

In their wake, Raz looked to the PA system and, for all the good it would do, said, “Okay, this is getting really annoying now!”

To his surprise, it crackled back, “Perhaps that’s a lesson to take away from this experience, then, to be mindful of your circumstance. And to be careful with confusion grenades.”

There was a brief scuffling sound, the same he heard when he fought over [idk] with one of his siblings, and then, “You need to understand that not all minds take [tampering] lying down. Be prepared for your actions to catch up to you. Act in the interest of damage reduction. Or have a contingency plan.”

A silence, and then a heavy sigh. The system shut off.

He stared at it for a few more seconds, and then announced, “If that was supposed to help, you missed the mark.”

It [idk] again, just long enough to broadcast, “Remember what genre you’re in.”

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[there are two Enablers just hanging out. There are no other enemies around them, so they’re just enabling/protecting each other and not doing anything else. It seems harmless enough.]

“Um...” Said Raz, considering the scene in front of him.

The PA came to life with a put-upon sigh, “We’re aware.”

“What exactly are we supposed to do about that?”

“If you have a solution, let us know. It becomes a real problem when one or both of them is the killer, and they have immunity from prosecution.”

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“Opposites can be verrrry subjective things.” Said Comedy.

[...]

“They say comedy and tragedy are the same thing; the only difference is time.” / “We don’t subscribe to that. The difference between comedy and tragedy is the light you happen to view it under.”

[the actual lighting changes, their coats invert]

“Your antagonist is the hero of their own story. You’re the villain in someone else’s.”

[…]

“That’s… really weird, coming from you guys.” Raz confessed.

“Is it?” Comedy asked, inclining his head toward Tragedy, who picked the line of thought up without missing a beat, “We wouldn’t say so. From one perspective, the recovery period following [term?] was incredibly difficult; from an outsider’s, there was amusement to be found in the situation.” / “It was a cruel sense humor, perhaps, but [?].”

#ihaveatheoryonthat pkmn #ihaveatheoryonthat psychonauts #writing scraps #power trick

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littlemisssatanist · 10 months

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frolicking in the flowers

ganyu x cicin mage reader

you get sent to liyue on indefinite leave. you meet a cocogoat.

well hello there. i’ve come out of my hidey hole on account of ao3 being down and me being absolutely bored out of my mind. so i went searching through my notes app bc a lot of times i’m delirious and write stuff and then forget about it and found this hidden gem (?) details below split.

it’s not finished bc there’s like three sentences that were supposed to set up the anal… and uhm if y’all want that then just like. get this to 100 likes and i’ll consider it. (but probably not idk)

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Sub! Ganyu, Dom! Reader / Dubious consent / Aphrodisiac / Hoohaw eating 🍽

You knelt down, grabbing the flower by its stem and yanking. You brought up your arm with enough strength to take out the whole root of the flower. Dirt sprayed everywhere and you made a face.

Sighing in frustration, you sat down with a soft thump, kneading the flower stem in between your fingers. The sun was at its highest point in the sky, beating down on Liyue relentlessly.

Yes, you were in Liyue. After the fiasco in Mond, your superior had sent you to the next nation over. Except the Harbinger Childe had no need for you, and dismissed you almost immediately for a ‘break.’

So now you were stuck here for however long. It was awful.

You threw the flower away, spatting in distaste. Your neck was slick with sweat. Thank the Tsaritsa you weren’t wearing your work uniform, or else you would probably be melting in the heat.

“I want a popsicle.” You mutter.

The pink dress you were wearing had a dark green stain at the hem and you frowned, annoyance rising. What you wouldn’t do to be back in Snezhnaya.

But unless Harbinger Childe sent you away or your Lady back home asked for your presence, there was nothing to be done.

“I might as well do something fun.” You muse, squinting your eyes as you tried to block off the incoming headache. “Don’t want to waste away…”

The sound of hilichurls caught your attention. Your head snapped in their direction, ears listening intently.

They didn’t seem to be in your immediate vicinity, but you didn’t want to stay near a hilichurl camp at all, especially in your tired state (who knew that doing nothing at all could be so exhausting?)

You got to you feet, dusting off your dress. It did nothing to help.

“Eeep!”

You froze. Then you sighed again, stomping your foot on the ground. How annoying. You couldn’t just leave a defenseless civilian to die by hilichurl, could you? Even the Fatui had their limits (except for maybe the Harbingers. They had no limits, they were all crazy).

But you had limits. Especially if it was a civilian who did nothing wrong, or tried to interfere with your plans (you had none anyways).

So you turned around, racing to where you heard the hilichurls from. You got to the top of a hill, looking down. There were hilichurls there, all right. Except they were all dead and a woman with light blue hair was standing in the middle. She held a bow, and you could spot a Cryo vision dangling from her hip.

You made your way down the hill. The hilichurls were beginning to disintegrate now, floating away into ashes.

As you came closer, you realized to woman had horns. Perhaps she wasn’t a civilian. You crept forward cautiously.

“Hmm? Oh!” The horned woman noticed you.

She was very pretty, you thought. Curvy, too. Suddenly, you had an idea. Admittely, a very bad idea, but like implied earlier, you were very bored.

“Hi!” You said, adopting a cheerful persona. “What’s your name?”

“Oh!” The woman said again, feeling flustered. Her cheeks turned a light pink. Cute. “My name is Ganyu.”

“Well Gan-yu.” You roll her name over your tongue. “What happened here?”

“I was sleeping…” She said softly. “And then a bunch of hilichurls attacked me! But I killed them all before they got to me.” Ganyu smiled, looking proud of herself.

“Oh, are you a Vision user?” You ask, appearing interested.

“Yes, I have a Cryo one!” Ganyu brushed it with her hand, looking down. Her head snapped up suddenly. “Do you have one?”

You giggle, hiding your mouth behind a hand. “No, I don’t. It does sound interesting though, doesn’t it?”

Ganyu nodded, bringing her hands to her horns. “Oh… I think I’m late to something.” She looks at you. “Sorry, can we talk again later? It was nice to meet you.”

“Of course. This time again tomorrow?”

She nodded, turning around and disappearing over the hill.

The next time you met up, you brought a few toys with you. Random objects you could buy separately without anyone suspecting a thing, but you had plans for all of them.

You laid out a picnic blanket, light pink with off-white dots. Then you set down your basket, waiting for Ganyu to arrive.

She appeared right on time, exclaiming softly when she saw your little display. “Oh! How wonderful!”

Ganyu sat down, tucking her legs under her thighs. She’s not wearing the same outfit as yesterday; instead she donned a soft blue dress that went down to her knees. She patted the space around her, looking eager for what would happen next.

“I brought some snacks for us!” You said brightly, bringing out a box of пирожки. They looked like normal pirozhki, if it weren’t for the little something you sprinkled in while making them.

Ganyu looked over them, fluttering her hands. “Which one should I choose?… They all look so delicious!”

“Here, take this one.” You pick one randomly and bring it to her lips. She paused for only a moment before opening her mouth and gently biting into the sweet pastry.

“Mm!” Ganyu moans, soft powder dusting her lips. “That’s so good!”

“Isn’t it? I made them myself.” A lie. You only… fixed them up.

“You’re really talented!” Ganyu says, clasping her hands together.

“Thank you.” You say, watching as a soft blush creeps up Ganyu’s cheeks. Good, it was working.

“Mmm…” Ganyu mutters. “It’s getting a little hot.”

She shifts in her seat, closing her eyes. Her mouth is open in a little ‘o’, and small puffs of breath comes out as her chest moves up and down.

“Are you alright?” You ask, faking concern. You lean over, bringing a hand over Ganyu’s forehead.

“I’m so sorry!” Ganyu says, flustered. “I feel weird all of a sudden… your hand is very cool…”

She leans into your palm, and you shuffle closer. Ganyu sighs, pressing into your figure. Her eyes are closed, and you take the initiative to trail your fingers down her thigh.

Slowly, carefully, you bring your hand to her crotch. Ganyu gasps, her eyes flying open. She tries to twist to look at you, but you grab hold of her shoulder and keep her in place.

“It’s ok… let me help you.” You purr next to her ear. You take the edge of the dress and flip it out of the way, revealing her wet panties.

Ganyu breaths heavily, watching your hand with attention. She sank into you as you touched her again, throwing her head back. “Look at you. How precious.”

You stroke her a few more times, enjoying how your fingers get wetter. Ganyu let’s out breathy moans, and your free hand travels to put a finger in her mouth. She closed it immediately, tongue swirling.

You slip your hand under the band of her panties, feeling her wet folds. Slowly you insert your middle finger into her, watching as she arches her back and whines. “Ah!”

You take your hand out of her mouth, carefully settling her body onto the ground. With your finger still inside of her pussy, the moving around makes Ganyu press her thighs against your arm. You smile.

Taking out the finger, you ignore Ganyu’s whimpers and string her soaking panties up and over her legs, one by one. You run your hand up and down her thighs, throwing her right leg over your shoulder. “You’re flexible.” You say. “Good.”

Lowering your head to be level with her pussy, you flick your tongue out to taste it. The juices start flowing harder as Ganyu cries out in pleasure. You press a chaste kiss to her inner thigh before slipping your tongue back into her folds.

Ganyu trembles as your tongue goes faster and faster, letting out noises that would embarrass anyone who came near them.

It wasn’t long until she climaxed. Her back arched incredibly, and her mouth fell open. She stayed that way for a few seconds before collapsing.

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