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nkn0va · 2 months

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HOLY CRAP A BLAZBLUE WRITER FUCKING FINALLY

anyways

could i request some izanami relationship hcs? i feel like she's an underapreciated character.

Two Blazblue asks in one day, I am truly blessed.

Izanami is indeed underappreciated, she's just kinda not there for a big majority of the story. Poor girl got hit with the Relius treatment to get the game out in time for Evo. That said, this is a real oddball to think about in a romantic context lmao. I'll give it a whirl.

Hades Izanami

-The Goddess of Death (more specifically the physical manifestation of death) is...quite the interesting romantic partner to say the least.

-She pretty much never makes public appearances. The only way she'll know you exist is if you're working in or for the main circle of villains, consisting of herself, the snek man, big titty witch, and "best" dad. You either end up in this circle yourself or she catches wind of you as an at least decently high ranking officer of the NOL working directly under Hazama or Relius.

-She felt her vessel start forming some attachment to you upon first meeting. This strange, foreign feeling filled her body every time she found her thoughts drifting to you. She had no idea what in The Origin's name this feeling was, but it felt...strangely nice. Attributing this feeling to you, she decided to take you for herself. Not like anyone could stop her, she is the Imperator Librarius.

-Despite what genuine affection she does have for you, she will stop at nothing when it comes to manipulating you into loving her. She will do whatever it takes to have you all to herself, though she'd never let you know. Around you, she's actually surprisingly sweet to you.

-Izanami is eerily intelligent. She keeps whatever semblance she has of a personal life completely separate from her work in destroying the Master Unit and bringing death to all. At least, if you weren't helping her with that already, which only increases her infatuation even more. If not though, you will not be finding out about all that business as long as she has anything to say about it.

-That said despite the manipulation and trickery behind your back, being the S/O of the Imperator does have it's perks. You shoot up instantly through the ranks of the NOL and eventually rumors about it start to circulate. If anyone even dares lay a finger on you, they're immediately deemed a traitor to the Imperator herself, and we all know what the NOL does to traitors...

-You're often called up to the Imperator's quarters. Nobody really questions it, not that they're in any position to, but you well know by now it's not for a mission or secret direct order. It means that Izanami is feeling needy and requests you to be in her arms.

-Your alone time with her is actually surprisingly pleasant. Despite her cold touch, it's surprisingly soothing, as she showers you with praise in a soft, sweet voice and makes you feel like the most important person in the world. Being the partner of the Imperator, that's not too far off, even if the public never actually knows about it.

-You soon end up becoming her personal agent acting on behalf of her when it comes to all the public appearances she won't make, which is quite a bit, delivering her personal messages and orders wherever needed, in or outside of the NOL.

-Of course, it's not meant to last for long. This is the physical manifestation of death we're talking about. You will soon eventually die by Izanami's hands like everyone else according to plan. But in the meantime, she intends to cherish you and keep you all to herself for however long she can. Worry not, for your inevitable death will be made sure to be a most glorious one indeed, worthy of the object of her affections...

#blazblue #blazblue x reader #izanami #hades izanami #headcanon #relationship headcanons #x reader #anon ask #answered

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darkcrowprincess · 8 days

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It book thoughts:

Adrian and Don were so fucking cute and sad. Plus Adrian wanted to be a writer! He was writing a book! He love the Maine country side and he loved Don! Like fuck fuck fuck! Their whole fucking story was so sad. Because they were so happy.

One postive news. Derry has a gay bar. And the owner did not care his bar was one. He was actually a decent person. So like losers club Fandom and fan writers heres a little nugget for you, Derry had a gay bar that was really nice and was a safe haven for gay men. Even though all the assholes kept saying mean rumors about it. But I'm just imagining fanfiction where the losers go to that bar when they're teenagers. The falcon(lol I lobe the name) Or the bar is still there when they come back 27 years later and its one of the few safe spots in Derry for people that are different.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

#me rambling #my thoughts #It #it by #it by stephen king #the losers club #books #adrian x don #step #stephen king #lgbtq #lgbtqia

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sindri42 · 2 years

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I think, in Mass Effect 1 at least, the writers set up some ways out of the trap of making the Reapers undefeatable without a deus-ex-machina by implying that the Reapers would have reasons to avoid facing the a united galaxy. I mean, why go to all the effort of guiding the development of galactic civilization and setting up a trap at the center of their government if you could just roll in and kick their ass anyway?

Every reaper capital ship represents the dominant race of an entire cycle. Without getting into their actual motives or values and looking on a purely practical level, that means one of the big 2km vessels like Nazara is only produced once every 50,000 years, which means that losing a single one of them in the course of harvesting a new cycle worth of the young races means a net loss to the Reapers overall.

Sure, they're powerful individually, enough to solo any two dreadnoughts that the younger races can bring to bear or have a decent chance against three, on top of massive advantages in engagement range, speed, and logistics... but if four dreadnoughts get within effective weapon range, the Reaper loses. During the invasion of Palaven alone they lose several capital ships, making this cycle already the biggest setback the Reapers have had in millions, maybe billions of years.

And if, as Nazara implied, each one of them is essentially an entire nation of living souls, watching one of their ships destroyed is like watching an entire ethnic group, an entire culture, become the victim of genocide in front of your eyes while you can do nothing to stop it. If their mission is some variation on preserving the life of the galaxy against some apocalyptic threat, any strategy used in the Harvest which allows for a single loss like that is utterly contrary to the Reapers' purpose.

That's why they use absolutely everything they can to give themselves an edge. They leave a single observer in the galaxy, to monitor the development of the young races and ensure that they don't wait too long and allow technological development to go far enough to present too much of a threat. They guide civilization to develop in such a way that the central seat of government is most likely on the Citadel, and all major colonies will be built in or near systems with mass relays in them, rather than scattered across the black in places that are difficult to find. They cut off communication immediately, take control of the relay network so that every base and every fleet is operating alone and blind. They bring their entire force through simultaneously all the way from dark space to the central hub of galactic infrastructure, so that they can spread from there with utterly overwhelming force before anybody has a chance to figure out what's going on, let alone mount any kind of defense. Because the goal isn't victory, the goal is zero losses. A single dead Reaper is a failure condition.

But the Protheans fucked that up when they sabotaged the Keepers. Without any way to take remote control of the Citadel, Plan B needed Nazara to fly in and do it manually. And they weren't powerful enough to do that, not with the Citadel Fleet in the way, so they spent the next twenty years preparing carefully for an assault, building up their army of heretic geth and indoctrinated servants, hunting rumors until they found the back door through Ilos, sending a boarding party into the Presidium before they even approached the Serpent Nebula...

And Shepherd came along and fucked that up so badly that Nazara was dead (making this cycle already a tragic loss, but it's only going to get worse if they don't finish the job) and any hope of taking the Citadel in their opening move was destroyed. Now the young races know what is coming, their tech level is 20 years higher than it should be for an ideal culling (which might seem small compared to the roughly 50,000 year cycle, but represents a massive change in ability to fight a war), and aside from a handful of leftover Collectors they have no assets within the Milky Way. So they move on to Plan C, the Alpha Relay. It's going to take another two years flying in the slow way, but once they can take that one system they can use the modified mass relay there to strike simultaneously across the entire network and still get through this debacle with minimal losses...

Until Shepherd shows up again, literally minutes from their already pyrrhic victory, and murders an entire star system to slow them down. Plan D means they're taking months to get to the next relay over, and without the modifications the Alpha Relay had even that will only let them move across the galaxy the "conventional" way, allowing hours, days, even weeks of warning to their targets before they can strike.

They sweep through Batarian space with little difficulty, due to a combination of indoctrinated agents and proximity. They strike at Earth, source of the dreaded Shepherd, with surprising ease though they lose track of the majority of the human fleets along the way. Then when they hit the Turians, who control the majority of the galaxy's naval might, they start to stall. An organized fleet of multiple dreadnoughts, using tactics specifically devised for countering Reaper forces, armed with weapons reverse engineered from Nazara's corpse? Unthinkable casualty rates. Slower progress than probably any cycle before. A population which is damn near impossible to pacify.

The issue then is a matter of numbers. The Council races have dozens of dreadnoughts. In 2183, the Turians had 37, the Asari 21, the Salarians 16, and Humanity 6. Two years later the Turians were up to 39, and Humanity up to 8 (the asari haven't built more, and may or may not have lost the Destiny Ascension). It's not clear if the Hanar/Drell or the Elcor added any to those numbers, but the Volus definitely build one (legally they could have had up to seven each, but they mostly relied on the Turians for defense). The Batarians probably had the legal maximum of seven before they closed their embassy and left Citadel Space, and then would almost certainly have started building more as quickly as they could, but they were hit first and it's unlikely any dreadnoughts survived the initial invasion. The Geth never give us an exact number, but the Codex says that with a huge industrial base and no reason to follow the Treaty of Farixen, they built "nearly as many" as the Turians. None of the Terminus powers seem to be able to field anything bigger than a heavy Cruiser, the Quarians focus on living quarters and food production on anything bigger than a frigate, and the Krogan are forbidden from having warships. So that's a total of maybe 123 dreadnoughts in the control of all the non-batarian young races right before the invasion starts, and we have to assume that as many as half of those were destroyed in the initial invasion before they could be rallied for a real counterattack.

So, assume about 60 combat-ready dreadnoughts when the war truly gets underway. Enough to kill fifteen Reapers in a single volley, or fight on even terms against twenty at a time. Meanwhile the Reapers have produced one of those ships every 50,000 years for, at a minimum, one billion years (because that's when the Leviathan of Dis died). Meaning that at least 20,000 Reapers have been produced. The remains of a total of two of those have been found, before this latest cycle. One of those bodies sat around for a full billion years, the other for 37 million, so it's unlikely that anything has been going around cleaning up a bunch of reaper corpses and we have to assume the vast majority of Cycles went off without a hitch and the young races got harvested without inflicting any significant direct damage, like the Protheans. But even if you were to assume that the Leviathan was one of the first ever built and that half of the Reapers have died along the way and been hidden or cleaned up somehow, that's still 10,000 capital ships. In an open, direct war, they would outgun the combined fleets of the young races by a factor of at least five hundred.

There are potential force multipliers that can start to close that gap. I've talked before about the Interferometric Array, and how as written it would be a complete game changer, allowing wolf packs of dreadnoughts to hunt down and eliminate any Reaper caught alone for more than a few minutes with minimal risks. That kind of thing would at a minimum slow the harvest down by an order of magnitude, because a job that a single Reaper could have done requires at least fifteen escorts to be completed safely. It's the kind of thing that could force the Reapers to actually negotiate with you, because you have the ability to inflict unimaginable losses upon them almost at will and therefore cannot be ignored. It might even be enough to force them to retreat. Other options range from developing ways to lay traps or ambushes through trickery to blowing up entire star systems to destroy the Reapers inside.

But none of that would allow you to actually overpower them, or wipe them out if they have a modicum of sense, which means that we come back around again to needing to figure the Reapers out. You can make harvesting this galaxy incomprehensibly expensive and potentially tragic for them, but that only helps you make them stop if you can figure out why they are harvesting you, or at the least what it is that they value more than the continued harvest. If you know what they love then you can threaten that. If you know what they fear you can summon it. If you know what they want, you can present an alternate path to get it, one which they have probably considered and rejected in the past for being too expensive or too slow or too risky, but which you can make more attractive all the time by making their current course too expensive and too painful to continue.

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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Tbh I sometimes feel RWBY would definitely benefit more from... explaining its power system, and have characters explain what they're doing. The only one we've gotten in eight seasons was Penny about Ruby's semblance in V8C3. Closest past that was the training montage in V7, which basically amounted to "I dunno, works for me".

Also on the topic of semblance evolution; what do you think about the idea of Yang's hair and eyes glowing blue as an evolution? It seems to be a popular idea.

Oh, hard agree. I know it's a common complaint leveled at critics nowadays, this idea that the show needn't hold your hand, but there's a rather significant difference between treating the audience as incapable of critical thought and/or bogging the story down with an unnecessary amount of exposition... and simply refusing to clarify crucial world building points. RWBY is well into the latter. There's a reason why schools are such a popular setting for magic/sci-fi stories — it allows the author to impart knowledge to the audience under the guise of the characters receiving the same information via education. There's a reason why so many magic/sci-fi stories feature a prominent, ignorant character — it allows the author to impart that knowledge with the implication that of course everyone in-world knows this already... just not this one person for specific, established reasons. Isn't it convenient that by explaining things to them we, the audience, learn them too? And there's a reason why RWBY features both these tools: Beacon and Jaune. So it's not that our authors don't understand how to have characters explain what's happening in a believable way — Oobleck gives a lecture on Faunus history, Pyrrha info dumps about aura, etc. — but that they themselves are now unclear about how their world functions. How exactly do semblances and aura work? I don't think RT knows anymore, which is why aspects keep changing, are couched in rumor, additions are accepted without question, or questions are ignored entirely. How does the Staff work? I don't think they knew until this volume, which is why we ended up with an explanation minutes before the characters used it — and why the explanation of how Ambrosius functions vs. what Ambrosius actually does on screen is so out of synch. Yeah, the characters should absolutely explain what is going on, like they used to in the early volumes, but that first requires that the writers make those decisions and stick to them.

And I hadn't heard that idea about Yang before! I'm... on the fence? On the one hand, I like the idea of her literally getting hotter like the blue in a flame, as well as the fact that it would visually connect her with Tai. I mean yeah, they already look similar given their hair color and outfits, but it would be cool for a powered-up Yang to have eyes the color of her mom's and hair the color of her dad's eyes. On the other hand, still thinking aesthetically, that would really mess with her already dwindling color scheme. Not that anyone but Ruby is really adhering to their primary color anymore, but blue is still pretty out there for Yang (it would thrill the freezerburn fans though lol). It would also be a pretty out there semblance change for an already strange semblance. Yeah, yeah, Ruby literally turns into rose petals, but at least they're still red. Blue hair on Yang would be kinda jarring imo and, ngl, but my immediate thought was, "Oh, so she's really just a Super Saiyan then. Lighten the blue enough and it'll look like Ultra Instinct..." I know there's been talk recently about when RT's interest in anime homages turns into outright copying, so I guess it would just depend on whether it feels like RWBY has made the idea their own and, frankly, whether it looked good. Blue hair could look awesome. It could also look incredibly stupid. Get a decent design going and that's something that can easily fall under our Rule of Cool. Ren sees pretty colors in a B&W landscape in Volume 8 and Yang's hair goes blue in Volume 9. Sure, why not lol

#rwby #mymetas

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sweetestlamb · 3 years

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The Greatest Show

Summary: Come on, get into it.

Author's note: I haven’t been inspired to write for this fandom in a while because honestly the writers are doing amazing, everything I think of is pure filth because I am eagerly awaiting their next kiss. But episode 17 broke my brain with their squash the rumor scene, the growling and grunting that So-Bong was so unaffected by. These two need a tent, desperately. Enjoy my royal pervs, here is my offering.

p.s. picture borrowed from @tomorrowsdrama- thank you for the screenshots of this amazing moment!

He's doing what he must to survive, that's all. End of sentence. He takes no pleasure in slamming the King into the closest surface and rubbing their body against him like a cat in heat, not in the slightest. Rumors are weeds, you have to rip them out for flowers and crops to flourish. That's all they're doing, weeding the garden of Joseon so it can flourish for their future child.

That's what he tells himself as they cross paths in the royal hall, the King is flagged by the entire royal court animatedly discussing something of seemingly vast importance if their volume suggests anything. As he takes a step forward, Court Lady Choi seizes their hand halting them in place.

"Your highness you just not approach the King when he is with the Royal court. It is not proper. We just simply bow as they walk by."

But he doesn't care about propriety or appearing decent and well-behaved in front of these corrupt old bags, they are simply larger weeds that need to be disposed of. Smirking at their potential outrage, he grins evilly letting that fuel him even more before pulling up their dress to run over to their Cheoljongie. He looks bored out of his mind so it can also be considered a good deed, he's such a giving wife.

"My King!" Her voice rings out as he calls to his husband, who immediately looks over at them warmth filling those expressive eyes. Without hesitation the King bounds over to them happily, his movement only slightly faster than his usual glide ever the diligent King.

"My Queen, I have missed you."

The members of the backstabbing clan look disgruntled at the King's sudden departure, grumbling and pointing at them as if they have committed the highest crime.

If they think this is inappropriate then they're in for a huge surprise.

Looking down demurely, he thinks of his younger days when he was a junior understudy for the school play his acting prowess would come in handy now.

"Not as much as I have missed you, my love." He whispers the word of affection, reaching up to caress the King's cheeks softly making sure to appear infatuated. He has to force that after all because he doesn't do that naturally, despite what the royal maids claim. They are just confused, So-yong has a soft face that appears adoring at time despite his true emotions.

With a soft whimper he throws himself into the King's arm, feeling those strong arms encircle her small waist, lightning zips through their veins but he ignores her bodily reaction.

We're just acting, take the memo! He internally berates the other inhabitant of this hormonally charged body.

But when Cheoljong strokes their neck and easily lifts them off their feet, he gasps loudly clinging to him harder for balance and because her knees suddenly feel weak.

"Your majesty, we do not have time for such....improper dalliance. You must not do this in such a public venue." One of the old farts stage whispers sounding positively scandalized and it revs him up even further. As he feels the King starting to retreat he jumps forward, wrapping their body around the King's like a limpet.

Cheoljong's eyes sparks to life the new position placing them eye to eye, panting softly onto each other. The air between them is charged and thick like a bowl of porridge.

"Your highness, I agree you mustn't do this." Court lady Choi pleads with her, averting her eyes away from the tangled couple.

He looks over Cheoljong's wide shoulders to see the Royal court affronted and wide eyed and Court Lady Choi with a similar expression, Hong Yeon is trying desperately to smother her smile as she averts her eyes. Sending her a secret wink, he pulls the King's head forward staring hungrily at his lips.

"I cannot resist, seeing him awakens such deep passion inside of me. Just one?"

He looks at her dazed, as if he's forgotten everyone surrounding them.

"Just...one?" He questions, confusion morphing into sudden realization as he watches them slide their tongue across plush lips.

"Oh."

Ignoring the cacophony of voices around them, he closes the miniscule space between them puckering up and kissing the soft skin of the King's cheek. Cheoljong tries blindly to catch her lips when they retract but he places a slim finger on his pursed lips.

Shaking their head lightly, he starts to slide down the King's hard body feeling the tight muscles even through the layers of fabric.

"We must save the rest for later, my heart. Come and visit us soon." He rubs at his stomach fondly, staring up into Cheoljong’s red face, he looks good enough to eat.

Wait what. Who thought that? No, it's the baby talking I'm just hungry, that's enough of a show.

Bowing deeply at the men, he steps around the King who is still frozen in his spot. Gathering himself he turns to the royal court with an innocent smile, "I apologize, I could not control myself. I will take a long walk to reflect on my behavior."

They collectively stare at her with gaped mouths as she walks off regally, shoulders straight as if nothing happened. After a few steps he turns around, calling over their shoulder, "Don't keep me waiting!" And then to add the proverbial cherry on top, he curls their finger before letting out a roar to which everyone jumps looking bewildered, except the King whose eyes could pierce a hole through their face.

He looks like a starved man. Maybe they should make him some more ramyeon?

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To say he's flustered is a bit of an understatement considered the problem in his pants. Logically he understands the Queen's actions earlier, she'd merely been doing what they had both agreed to feigning affection to dissolve those erroneous rumors that were circulating the kingdom. But he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this immensely.

His Queen was an enigma he had even up on fully understanding, instead choosing to accept her and all that came with her. And her feelings for him were part of his confusion, she seemed to fluctuate between her emotions without rhyme or reason. He never knew which version of her he would be receiving at any given moment. So having her acting the way he'd only imagined in his dreams was both satisfying and unsettling.

It would be most difficult to go back to their normal, he wanted her in his arms always. Desperately yearned for intimacy that didn't dissipate when the sun peeked over the horizon.

Pushing his work to the side of the table he sighs leaning back into his seat thinking about his Queen.

"Why must she be so confusing?" He groans to myself thinking about their first night together, how passionate she'd been his ears burn remembering the sharp pain of her teeth sinking it. He had bite marks in... interesting places from that heated encounter but her behavior after had been consistent only in it's in inconsistency.

Running away from him, even going as far as hiding. Then just as suddenly she stopped avoiding him and they settled into comfortable nights together. However, they hadn't been intimate since despite his many efforts, he just wanted a kiss those plush pink lips were so tempting and today they'd been so very close. He needed that kiss like he needed air, he didn't care who was around. If she had kissed him he wouldn't have controlled himself, he would have hungrily devoured.

"Your majesty it is getting late, we must leave now if you wish to see the Queen." The head eunuch interrupts his inklings, bowing low in respect.

Is he ready for this? His control feels paper thin at the moment. But he did promise and they have an image to uphold.

Gathering his strength he rises, "Alright, let us take over leave. I shouldn't keep my Queen waiting."

The walk to Daejeon Hall is short but it feels like he's traversing miles, despite his previous concerns he is now eager to see the Queen. Her face is gorgeous at all hours but there's something about her face lit with candlelight, knowing he's the only one who is allowed to see her at such hours.

Accelerating his feet, he almost races to her ignoring cries from the head eunuch in the distance. Every second not spent in her company is a second wasted.

The Queen's Court lady announces his arrival before they all bow walking backwards out of the room before sliding the doors shut.

"You took your sweet time, I told you not to keep me waiting." She glares at him, pouting slightly bringing all his attention to her mouth.

"I apologize my Queen there were pressing matters to deal with." He lies easily no attention of clarifying his meaning, she doesn't need to know that dousing his arousal was the pressing matter at hand.

"Whatever. What's more important than me?" She scoffs looking offended turning away from him.

He lowers down into a crouch, crawling across the room until they are side by side. The Queen gasps at his unexpected closeness, staring at him with wide eyes and open lips.

Grasping at her hands he stares deeply into her gorgeous eyes solemnly with no humor in his voice, "Nothing. You are most important to me, both of you." Reverently he reaches out a hand to palm at her still small belly, impatient to see her round with his seed.

Her face slowly softens as he rubs her stomach and then she places her hand atop his, no longer resistant to these fleeting moments of intimacy.

Instinctively he starts to lean forward, laser focus on her lips as he inches closer to her. When he's close enough to breath into her mouth she snaps from her haze, moving back marginally he almost growls at her he's so frustrated, he's barely able to swallow the sound.

"What are you doing? There's no one to put on a show for."

He peers at her searching her face, her pupils are dilated and he can feel how fast she's breathing each puff landing on his face, her expression near identical to their last night together. But she's stopping him. Even though she clearly desires this too.

He thinks back to her behavior earlier too, she was brazen then comfortable climbing him in front of so many others all in the name of squashing the rumors.

She needs an excuse to do this.

He should feel offended by this epiphany but instead it brings him resolve, she clearly still hasn't fully let him into her heart but she feels something for him she's more than proven that to him. If she needs to draw a line to be with him then so be it for now, he will prove himself to her everyday.

"There are several court maids and servants outside your room, they are pretending they are not listening but they are. Sometimes your imagination can be even more powerful than reality."

She looks towards the door, eying the shadows through the thin covering before turning back to him and nodding in understanding.

"Okay. Let's give them a show."

Without warning she knocks a marble vase to the ground, the loud crash filling the room as it makes contact with the floor.

Then she moans. Loudly. A suggestive gasping moan that goes straight to his chest before zinging lower, tucking at his loins.

She pushes him when he sits silently merely staring at her, "You need to play along too. Come on, get into it."

There's it is again. That damn phrase.

Get into it.

If only she knew how into it he truly was. Grabbing at her ankle and tucking her underneath him, he slams his arms on either side of her head before groaning deeply, "My Queen, please."

Pride explodes in his chest when he sees a deep blush glide across her face. Not unaffected.

"Am I getting into it enough for you now?" He whispers darkly, itching to lower his weight and kiss that delicious look off her face.

Surprisingly she stutters out, "Ye-a-ah. You seem very into it now, nobody can see us though. We don't need to be like this." She motions between their bodies, unable to meet his gaze now. She motions between their bodies, unable to meet his gaze now. She's right but he also knows that he can't miss this chance, he has her right where he wants her and besides squirming distractedly she hasn't shown any desire for him to move away.

"Do you want me to stop?" When she doesn't immediately answer he begins to move backward giving her space but she latches onto his forearm, tight.

"Wait! Maybe we should commit even if they can't see us, it'll help us play our roles better." She reasons and he smiles, razor sharp. She wants this just as badly as he does, he's studied her long enough to read between these lines.

Swiftly he rolls them over so she's on top, pressed together from shoulders to feet her long braid swinging over and brushing against his cheek. Gently wrapping it around his hand he uses it to bring her closer, her breath hitches seductively and he whispers, "Louder. So they can hear you." Without waiting for a reply he tugs at her hair again harder this time and the sound that escapes her lips is orgasmic, a high whining moan that sets his skin on fire. Emboldened and aroused he grabs her neck, speaking into her opened mouth "Do you like that my Queen?" Her eyes are glazed over as she sways as if intoxicated by him.

"Cheoljong, kiss me."

It's too quiet for anyone's ears but his and that makes him even hotter, this wasn't part of the show. This was just for him, just for them.

Always one to seize the moment, he yanks her down to meet his eagerly waiting mouth swallowing the moan that rolls off her tongue. The kiss escalates immediately with both twisting and licking, wet sucking noises soaking the room as they bring apart to gasp for air and crash back together, chaotically and perfectly. When he feels a wondering hand graze his groin he can't resist the urge to thrust up into her touch. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her even closer, although there is no space between them.

When he pulls back, her eyes remain close as she licks her lips as if chasing his taste on them. His cock jumps jealously.

"I want you." He admits, wanting to make it clear if his intentions are not already crystalline to her. He wants no room for misunderstandings tonight.

She stares wordlessly before reaching across his body and then he sees the oil in her hand, he hadn't noticed its presence next to them but he eagerly takes it from her.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Don't go soft on me now, bring back the guy who was pulling my hair. Do you want me to call you Daddy too?"

His breath hitches at the word, he doesn't understand why but hearing her makes something dark coil in his belly. She lifts an eyebrow at his heavy silence, "You're so kinky."

He stares confused again, nothing new to him but he stores the word away for further inspection of its meaning. "Is kin-ky bad?" He asks reaching down to lower his pants and cover himself in the thick oil coating each inch of the hard pole.

She doesn't answer right away, avidly watching him stroke himself to fullness before rubbing at the bulbous deep scarlet head, serving to make him almost painfully turned on. "No, kinky is good. I like kinky." She tugs her skirt up and his eyes bulge when instead of seeing the various layers he should see there is only bare skin.

Had he been seduced? It feels as if he has been but he doesn't care enough to question her or pause this for a second. He would happily be her fool.

Gripping at her hips he rubs against her, groaning when her wetness smears across him obscenely. She grinds down onto him meeting him head on, they are definitely on the same page now.

Unable to wait for even another second, he envelopes her in his arms before sliding into her smoothly her natural moisture and the oil easing the way until he is completely encased. She moans long and wailing as he slides to the hilt, he groans loudly joining her as she scratches roughly down his back even through the sturdy material he can feel the burn. Absently he considers gentling his moves, she is pregnant and more fragile after all. But she must read his face and be vehemently against his plan because suddenly she rises up, slipping off his hardness before slamming back down the loud smacking of skin filling the room.

"It's time for the main event. Don’t stop now.” She challenges him, squeezing around his erection.

Pushing his reservations to the side, he gets into it full heartedly thrusting hard before capturing her mouth in a harsh kiss, hissing when he feels her teeth tug roughly at his bottom lip, his lioness has returned. He teasingly roars into her mouth and she laughs around his tongue, breaking free only to latch on his neck sucking hard. He hopes it leaves a mark.

Her laughter causes her to tighten around him and he groans at her vice like grip on his cock, he can feel himself nearing the end. Recalling their first night he suddenly grabs her neck, squeezing lightly and when she whines in a broken gasp he tightens his hand and delights as she melts slowly limp in his hold, he supports her weight easily bucking into her tight heat. When he thrusts up a second time he feels her wetness gush around him before he loses himself, his climax tensing his body as he slowly falls apart.

The entire kingdom will surely be in an uproar tomorrow.

He's looking forward to it. That will teach them to spread rumors about their intimate affairs.

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In the hallway, Hong Yeon brings her hands to her hot cheeks feeling overheated from the King and Queen's boisterous gathering. Every court maid is blushing as they look discretely at the door with every moan and groan that escapes. She hopes this will qualm the rumors in the kingdom, she cannot take this for much longer. Court lady Choi had left to retrieve water after their first moans and had yet to return, she surmised if the Queen were not already with child she would have been impregnated again going by the sounds they were making. It was all too obvious to her, despite the Queen's strange behavior at times, they were desperately in love with each other. She'd never seen two people who were more crafted for the other.

Anyone who thought otherwise was a fool.

#queen cheorin #mr. queen #squash the rumor.#do it for your kingdom #no touch princess #smutty smut #they just have so much chemistry I can't resist #my offering

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OC M/M Search and OOC Buddies

Good days to all fellow tumblrs and a heartfelt “Ayo~,” from this friendly dweeb. Considering I’m searching for long-term friends to roleplay with, please come to me aiming to get to know eachother and communicate comfortably. Let’s start off with a bit about me.

Personal

Timezone: CST

A lady named Mary, but feel free to call me Neko. Off (h)school early for the summer, due to homeschooling awesomenedge, meaning free time. I’ve been installed in the family business for about four years now, which will occasionally take up said time, likely on weekends. What else…

A current unhealthy obsession with broadway, i.e, Hamilton (plus Moana for the sake of Lin Manuel Miranda), Dear Evan Hansen, and the Heathers.

Lover of korean dramas and anime; books and manga; podcasts, shit memes, and a select few games. (Also Marvel. I couldn’t escape that if I wanted to, thanks to my mother’s enthusiasm with Steve and Bucky’s gay well-being.)

My household is home to 7 betta fish, and they're definitely not named after Marvel characters. Minus two Yuuri on Ice ones. Haha..Ha…

I’m 100% going to start out as a shy little peanut if any of you lovely folks contact me, but the more we talk and the less formally, I’ll become more comfortable. Warnings for my sailor’s mouth (aka, the amount of cussing I do OOC,) my horrible sarcasm, and occasionally dark sense of humor. ___________________________________________

Smut and 18+

I understand how in some cases smut can be relative to plot, and used to further develop a character or relationship, but I’m frankly uninterested in it and don’t want to participate, besides not being of age. Even if I were, I’m too shy of a person to be comfortable with it, and would be afraid a partner would try to dominate the storyline with it if I let them. Short answer: thank you, but no.

Style

Third person, past and present tense mixed. Now, don’t run away before I finish saying this buuut, personally, I’m a sucker for literate writing and admit to being a complete Grammar Nazi. Fortunately, I’m only like that towards my own style and would never impose on another person or annoy them by constantly correcting them. I’ve been writing short stories since I was 8 and aiming to improve myself since; I think I’ve been roleplaying for about three years? Another forewarning: p u r p l e. p r o s e. Again, I don’t expect it of others, but I love it myself. My favorite things in the world are adjectives and commas.

Activity / More on Posts

I’m not sure. (Trust me, I know that sounds vague.) My roleplay experience started on a chat room forum, where my partner was always online on the other side of the screen, and I constantly felt pressed for time, trying to rush out a decent sized reply in 5 or 10 minutes. After quitting that, I’ve been roleplaying with a dear friend. She lives an insanely busy life, only managing to squeeze in time here and there to work on a reply. It will take months for a single reply, not that I mind at all. Unfortunately this has gotten me used to being able to take my sweet time, able to take all the time I want to write using the high standards I set for my own replies, and I’m not sure what will happen when I’m set in the middle for the first time.

Sometimes I’m just stuck with writer’s block or plain tired, but in these cases I’ll give fair warning. Please work with me here, I have no idea what I’m doing. :D However, I’m online constantly! So if I’m unable to reply for some reason, we can chat ooc.

Pairings

All that gay goodness, yes sir. ԾᴗԾ I’m only willing to write male characters, despite being female, and strongly prefer M/M only. I can do tops or bottoms, feminine or masculine personalities, or almost any fun traits you wanna throw at me. I might be persuaded to do M/F on the side.

I strictly am looking for someone who can also play either tops or bottoms, especially with my current bottom-y cravings. The friend (I love her with all my heart I swear) I mentioned earlier only does bottoms, and I’m a li~ttle dom-tired. ( No fandoms. Only OC on OC.)

Genres and Settings

Anything I participate in must contain romance. It definitely doesn’t have to be a to be love at first sight, instant prince, type of deal. Slow builds are a wonderful thing, developing a character through a relationship is a wonderful thing, developing the relationship through actual stuff happening is a WONDERFUL THING. I’m up for any other genres you guys want to get into, but the roses and sparkles have got to be there, my dudes. I also go for fantasy, modern, historical, or original (created) settings.

Faceclaims

All my characters are assigned a piece of artwork or anime character. Not really one for real people faceclaims, it feels like identity theft. Despite my love for description, I enjoy having a reference for my imagination to accurately place a scene, or to draw fanart of our roleplay from. It also means we’re both thinking of the same person, and just description might not do that. (It also means finding adorable pictures to show the other person and geeking out over them.) If you’re the type of person for just description, or have a strong image of a character and can’t find a picture to match, I’m happy to draw them. <3

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I think that’s about it! I love roleplay prompts and ideas, because I adore a nice plot to give a direction to our characters. I also prefer creating characters together with my partner so that they match well, rather than separately making them and just sort of…putting them in a room with eachother.

There are two prompts I’m into right now. Feel free to contact me about them. ^^;; Both have actual story plots I wrote up, which I’m happy to share if you’re interested. Otherwise, we can come up with some other stuff.

One:

Involves a Little Red Riding Hood spin-off.

Fantasized Victorian era. (My favorite.)

The Wolf is a loner aristrocrat. Little Red is a poor thief. (My OC)

Two:

Involves a sleeping prince with the blood of an angel, who was cast into a different dimension for being rumored illegitimate. (My OC)

There’s a demon king, yay. For this one you mostly need the actual storyline, oops.

When contacting me, tell me a little about yourself! Name, fun story, memes, anything. Not just a “hey, let’s rp.“ Remember, I aim to make friends! If you’ve come this far through my ramblings, you should include the word, "Ayo,” somewhere in your post. Let’s me know you care. C’:

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Email: [email protected]

Instagram: Nekos.Art

#oc rp #multiple paragraph #para #semipara #oneline #long term #email #messenger #tumblr #submission

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