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chibikyo · 6 months

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Day 9 - Sensory Deprivation

Stryker x F!Reader

Reader learns that Stryker would like to cuff her after making a dumb joke. After careful discussion, they explore some new kinks together. I.E. - Stryker puts reader in handcuffs, a blindfold, a gag, and earplugs and sees how many times he can make her cum Warnings; Sensory deprivation, consensual bondage, mentions of safe sex practices, safe sane and consensual, reader almost uses safeword, aftercare, overstimulation

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It had started with a joke, something about Stryker using his handcuffs on her, though Y/n couldn’t remember the exact wording. She’d expected him to laugh, but when she’d turned her head there was a deep blush on his face and he had dragged her to their bedroom for some of the best sex they’d had to date. Later, Y/n had asked him if he thought about tying her up, and he’d admitted that he hadn’t considered it before, but he was seriously considering it now.

It had taken a few more weeks for her to actually convince him to try them. They’d discussed limits and safe words and Stryker had insisted on going out to get actual leather cuffs, padded and comfortable so they wouldn’t hurt her. He’d returned with significantly more than just cuffs and had blushingly admitted that he just couldn’t help himself now that the dam had burst open. Y/n carefully went through the purchases, ensuring nothing was outside her comforts, then had insisted Stryker cuff her to their headboard and fuck her into the mattress.

That had been a few weeks ago. Tonight was their six month anniversary and Stryker had requested something special for the occasion. It wasn't often that he managed to outright ask for what he wanted, but he was getting more comfortable with it and Y/n could admit she was excited for the scene he described. It had taken some planning, ensuring there were ways for her to safeword, but Stryker was good at planning so that was easily remedied.

That is how she found herself cuffed to their head board tonight, reminiscent of that first time, though with a few additions. Stryker had been so gentle as he’d placed each piece of the ensemble, checking in and testing each planned safety. He’d placed the ball gag first, received a thumbs up for his verbal check in. Next came the noise canceling earplugs; two taps with his hand on her ankle got a second thumbs up. The final piece was a silk blindfold, taking away her ability to see him. She’d startled when she felt his warm fingers on her ankle, stroking gently before tapping twice, another thumbs up. She also tested her reach, knocking once on the headboard to ensure she could still do so. She was to tap out S.O.S. to safeword out, though they’d agreed he would stop everything on the first S. She was only to continue tapping as an added safety, in case he missed the three taps.

Already she felt floaty, the only sensation she could feel was the brush of his cargo pants against her leg as she felt him pull away. She tried to call him back, but the ball gag muffled her words to only a few desperate sounds. Anticipation coiled hot in her gut as she waited for what came next. They had discussed things in advance, so she knew what he might or might not do, but not when or what order. Time trickled by, with no sound or sight she couldn’t tell how long it had been yet.

She jerked again when she felt his fingers grip her thigh, lips pressing against her forehead softly. She could feel a vibration against her skin, knew he was likely talking her through things despite the earplugs blocking his voice, and it made her heart flutter with affection for him. He trailed feather light kisses down her skin, each point of contact sending shivers through her. He spent several minutes just sucking little bruises into her neck and shoulders, hands stroking up her arms soothingly. He knew each sensitive spot, lips hitting those areas with a marksman's accuracy, but without her other senses the touch was so much more pronounced, like static electricity as it set her nerves on fire.

She moaned through the gag as he kept going, lips closing over her left nipple so softly she wanted to sob. He suckled lightly, licking and teasing as his other hand came up to mirror what his tongue was doing. He’d loved just how sensitive her breasts were, loved to bite and squish and tease and she was already getting wet from just this. He clearly wasn’t in a hurry, alternating between each breast until she was quivering beneath him, her first orgasm already building steadily within her. She nearly screamed when he attached the first clamp vibrator, the soft buzzing setting the sensitive nerves ablaze. The other one followed a moment later, Stryker squeezing her breast together just to watch them bounce as gentle vibrations pulsed through her.

There was a huff of air against her belly as he moved lower, hands returning to the infuriating light strokes as he kissed a trail down her torso, stopping just above the start of her crease. She felt his hands grip her thighs, easing them open, grounding her with his steady grip. She would have begged if she could, desperate for him to touch her. She jerked when she felt wisp of air on her wet cunt, cooling the slick that had already leaked out. That bastard! She tried to squirm away, but he held her legs tight and then she gasped as he pressed his tongue flat against her clit, lapping at it with slow, deliberate drags of his tongue.

Stryker held her down through her first orgasm, lapping at the slick that came spilling out of her as she shook and quivered and whined so sweetly behind her gag. He’d threatened more than once that he could spend hours eating her out, and he intended to get at least a second orgasm from her before he moved on to other stimuli. She was beautifully flushed now, nipples puffy and red, her cunt twitching from overstimulation as he pulled back, teasing her clit with the rough pad of his thumb. He nuzzled the soft skin of her thigh reverently.

“Wish you could see how lovely you look, gorgeous.” He whispered, making sure to exhale softly so she’d feel his hot breath on her skin. He gave her a moment to come down, waiting until she was still under his hands, before diving back in for a second round. He groaned as he ate her out, pushed two fingers into her soaking wet hole, suckled her clit knowing it drove her mad. She thrashed, the gasps and moans so wanton they went straight to his cock, hard and aching inside his pants though he ignored it in favor of reaching down to tap her ankle. She stilled, tapped once on the headboard then thumbs up to ensure he heard and saw her greenlight. Reassured, he dipped back in like a man starved.

‘Oh god! Oh god, I’m gonna cum again! I can’t!’ Y/n thought, gag still preventing any words from escaping as Stryker adjusted the vibrator against her clit, turning it up higher. He had made her cum twice more with his tongue, until she had actually felt tears in her eyes, before he’d reached up to remove the earplugs. She’d whined, grateful for the return of one of her senses, but then he’d started talking and she realized it wasn’t a mercy.

“Such a good little slut for me, gorgeous. Going to make you cum again, honey.” Stryker grunted, his free hand coming up to toy with the nipple clamp. He’d turned the vibrations up on those as well, tugging and groping them every so often causing her to groan and whimper under his torturous hands. “Bet I can really make you scream this time, so loud even that gag won’t muffle the noise. Slut like you probably can’t wait. You’d beg me for it.” It was too much, the constant vibrations, the filthy words, she was going to cum again, her entire cunt aching and swollen and overstimulated. She felt him grasp one of the clamps and clenched as he ripped it free with a sharp, firm tug and she really did scream as her orgasm struck her like a truck, rolling through her and out of her quivering pussy. She felt something gush out as her back arched up from the bed, drenching the sheets beneath them, nearly missing the punched out groan from Stryker as he stroked her thigh.

“Gods, Y/n, you just squirted. Fucking soaked, gorgeous, holy shit.” She felt his tongue against her hole again, lapping up the flood of slick and it was too much, her hand striking the headboard in a single sharp note before she jerked it back. It was enough though, Stryker pulled up, hands reaching out to undo the gag and pull it out. It was soaked in drool and Y/n’s lips were as puffy and red as her nipples when the ball popped free.

“Are you good, Y/n?” Stryker asked, reaching for the blind fold.

“Wait.” Y/n croaked, feeling his hands still. “It was just a lot. Need a minute, but I still want to keep going.” She felt his fingers slip between her, squeezing, lips hot on her own as he kissed her softly. He unhooked the other nipple clamp, turned it off, tossed it over with the other toys. Y/n moaned gratefully.

“When you knocked, I was worried I’d hurt you.” Stryker admitted quietly. “If it’s too much I won’t be upset. This has already been more than I ever expected.” “You were perfect.” Y/n laughed. “Just, can we leave the gag off? Cuffs are fine, blindfold good, but my jaw hurts.”

“Of course, gorgeous.” Stryker kissed her again, chuckled as she chased his lips and they spent a few seconds just making out before Stryker pulled back. “Been wanting to hear you anyway. Miss those sweet little moans and gasps, honey.” She felt him pull away, whining at the sudden lack of contact, and he immediately reached out to stroke her calf. “One second, gorgeous, just gotta get ready for you, okay?”

“Okay. Trust you.” She murmured, letting out a sigh when she felt him climbing back up, positioning himself between her legs. She felt his cock slip between her lower lips, hot and hard and leaking against her puffy clit. He let his cock drag across her entrance a few times, savoring just how wet she still was.

“Gonna fill you up real good, gorgeous.” Stryker groaned, lining the tip up with her entrance and pushing in slowly. She was wet and gaping, the slide easy yet still snug around him as he sank into her to the hilt. She let out a choked off moan, body trembling as he began an easy pace, thrusting leisurely inside her, enjoying the warmth of her walls clinging to him. “Such a well behaved little slut, aren’t you? So eager to be filled up with my cock, huh?” “Kurtis!” She gasped, face flushing deeper as he began to pick up speed, his hands reaching up to play with her abused nipples and savoring how she whimpered with pleasure.

“Tell me you want me to fill you up. You wanted the gag out, so I want to hear you beg me to give you what I know you want.”

“Kurtis please! Want to feel you leaking out of me! Please cum inside me, fill me up with your thick cum!” Y/n begged. She heard him moan, felt his hands on her hips, and then he was fucking her for real. He pushed her legs up and out, pushed in deeper, his thrusts growing harder and faster and hitting so deep inside her. For several long minutes all that could be heard was the slap of skin, the low grunts and groans slipping free from Stryker’s lips, and the desperate pleas from Y/n as she begged for more. “Harder, please, Kurtis, so close! I’m gonna cum, please!”

“That’s it, cum for me, gorgeous! Cum on my cock!” Kurtis groaned, feeling her tremble around him as she came a fifth time. She squeezed him so tight, her muscles spasming as she moaned his name and that was it. He stilled, deep inside her, as he felt his own orgasm crash down around him. He felt his cum filling up the spaces inside her, pushing out around his cock as he pulled out. It dribbled out of her as her cunt fluttered, gaping and red.

He unhooked her hands, slowly lifted the blindfold off of her, giving her time to adjust to the light. Her cheeks were wet with tears, expression soft and fucked out. He stroked her cheek as he pulled her into his arms, murmured sweet nothings into her ear as he cleaned her up and gave her a few sips of water. She sighed, burrowing into his arms and his warmth with a contented sigh.

“Too much?” Stryker asked, eyes shining with worry. Y/n shook her head.

“Perfect, Kurtis.” She replied. “Everything was perfect. You were perfect.” She emphasized this by sharply poking his chest. He laughed. “Could use a bath, though. Sore.” She added.

“Anything for you, honey.”

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk #kinktober 2023 #chibikaosu writes #ChibiKaosu Kinktober #Stryker #Kurtis Stryker #Stryker x Reader #MK Stryker

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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Wels checks the controls on the cryo chamber one last time. It’s correctly using the power system from the pog he needed to make it, it’s almost completely full of trader cores, it’s ready to create an eternal, and there, right there, is the place he can put in the name of the thing he wants to clone to fight for him. Everything looks completely normal. If he were to call Iskall right now, the man would probably say that Wels is calling him for nothing and is being paranoid, because he would be, because the cryo chamber is normal.

It should work just like the skill says it should, Wels thinks. Create an ‘eternal’. Create a cloned not-quite-person to fight for him in the vaults and provide certain bonuses to make it easier to fight. Basically a robot made out of flesh. Slightly disturbing, but hey, after seeing a vault fighter with a familiar face for the third or fiftieth time, Wels is pretty used to the vault gods going for slightly disturbing. It goes with the territory. He’s over it.

There is absolutely no way this should go wrong.

He puts Helsknight in the name plate and waits.

It’s a bit strange, watching the figure he’d fought appear in the cryo chamber. Hilarious, almost. After looking around to make sure it’s still working correctly, Wels breathes out deeply. Well. He’d been worried for nothing, right? Flesh robot. Nothing bizarre happening. There’s an eternal in there, and he can check its stats and set it to have a withering cloud and give it gear and sure, it looks like Wels’s nightmare dark self, but that’s the point. Hard to be afraid of something he starts to associate with safety. Baby steps.

He laughs to himself. He goes about cleaning up his base. The eternal, sleeping in its glowing cryo chamber and wearing its black armor, haunts him over his shoulder.

...maybe he can put the thing in some of the dumber vault armor he’s found. Like, isn’t there a flamingo one? Imagining Helsknight wearing a pool floaty makes Welsknight laugh to himself. Yeah. Even better first step in his slightly messed-up game of exposure therapy, here.

He hums. Besides, if it goes wrong, it’s not like this is a multiplayer world. Nope. Singleplayer. Wels can fight to his highest power and no one but himself will get hurt. It’s nice like that.

Steadily, he relaxes. Yeah. Not as terrible of an idea as he thought. Potentially a hilarious one. Plus, the withering cloud will be very handy in the vault against large groups of mobs and bosses alike. He thinks. He’s still trying to figure out how to optimize all of this stuff. He’s not very good? And he’d just died in a vault earlier and he’s rebuilding so he didn’t have that much good stuff to give his eternal -

- there’s a sudden banging sound.

Welsknight whirls around. Inside the cryo chamber, Helsknight’s eyes are open. He bangs against the side of the chamber again. The acrylic holds true. For a moment, Welsknight just stares, which is long enough for Helsknight to stop banging against the container and look Wels dead in the eyes.

The glare Helsknight gives him is worse than any Wels has seen before.

Wels laughs hysterically. No way this should go wrong. Right. Of course. Tempting fate, right there.

“Hello, Helsknight,” he says.

Helsknight opens his mouth. Through the cryogenic fluid and the chamber, however, he can’t say anything. He settles back to a glare. Wels stares for a while longer.

“...you can’t get to me from there,” Wels says. It’s a revelation.

Helsknight bangs the acrylic chamber again. He glares harder.

“Genuinely, I can’t get you out. I have to be in a vault for that. The ability doesn’t even work in the overworld. And honestly, I can just not summon you. That’ll... that’ll work,” Wels says slowly. He walks up to the side of the cryo chamber and slowly does an inspection of it. Everything looks normal. Right. The mistake was just... giving something his shadow self’s name and visage. Give a devil a vessel and it’ll appear or something. Right. He won’t make this mistake again.

Or...

...he thinks of the original reason he’d done this, and he thinks of what Helsknight claims to be.

He reaches the front of the cryo chamber and sits down, cross-legged, in front of it. Helsknight looks at him, baffled.

“Of course, it wouldn’t help me at all not to actually use my eternal. That cost good skill points. So... hello, Hels. I know you can’t talk easily right now. I’ll... ask yes or no questions, then. Nod for yes, shake your head for no. Care to negotiate?”

Helsknight just stares.

“I can leave you in there, but believe it or not, that wasn’t my intent to begin with. This was always about confronting... okay. Look. No tricks. Let’s negotiate. For however long you’re still in my eternal there, at least. I don’t know how that works.”

After a long moment, Helsknight nods.

Wels isn’t sure what emotion he feels at that. It’s probably not relief, but he’s not sure if it’s anything else, either.

“Right. First up. I can really only summon you in vaults. Lets set ground rules for that and go from there,” Wels says, and he takes a deep breath, and he begins.

#welsknight #helsknight #vault hunters #a bee fic #so the beginning of this feels a LITTLE stilted. it's not perfect. but i have... thoughts.#and this is my means of getting them out of my head #this is how i process meta thoughts. either unhinged rant or Unplanned Ficlet #anyway the thought is that wels went 'haha making my eternal helsknight will allow me to more easily confront what he represents'#not intending to summon HELSKNIGHT helsknight just intending to create a thing that looks like him to Work Through Some Shit #unfortunately. we know what likes to inhabit clones of wels #...of course this may be a better working their shit out method than the original one.

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ynbnevermore · 7 months

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pretty pink princess

cg soobin, little yeonjun ; wc 2.2k

Yeonjun had been in his room, mindlessly scrolling through his different social media. Twitter, Tiktok, Instagram, Messages, and then the loop repeats again. He was flicking through his explore page on Instagram when he came across a post from a Lolita and Hime Gyaru fashion page. The frilly dress shown in the picture was pink and had sparkles all over it. The sight made Yeonjun’s eyes twinkle and his mouth hang open in awe. He clicked on the page and scrolled through all the listings of dresses and accessories coated in laces, bows, flowers, pink, and glitter. Yeonjun had been particularly interested in dressing more feminine lately, but it was mostly just tennis skirts and maybe some crop tops, but this. This was something Yeonjun definitely wanted to try. His subconscious, upon seeing the frilly bows and dresses, started to feel a little more floaty. A childlike giddiness bloomed in his heart and he let out a little squeal, barely even audible. Yeonjun held his phone close to his face and rolled over onto his side, kicking his feet. Yeonjun’s toddler mindset concluded that he needed to look like those girls in the pretty dresses and stat.

So, he quickly jumped out of his bed, throwing his phone somewhere in the covers, and heading towards his closet. He opened the doors and started quickly rifling through his drawers, in search of his skirts that he had hidden. His members weren’t against him dressing in a feminine way; in fact they usually encouraged it most of the time. But, Yeonjun gets a little embarrassed and blushy when they do see him dressing more girly than usual. So he prefers to keep his ever growing collection of skirts and frilly tops a secret buried deep inside his closet.

After some digging, Yeonjun had found a light pink skirt with white lace stitched on the ends. It was pleated so when he spinned in it, the skirt fanned out in a gorgeous way that Yeonjun loved. He set it aside and started looking for a top. A couple caught his eye, but he ultimately picked out a soft, light cream colored off the shoulder top with little bow patterns sewn into the fabric. He squealed again and set the pieces on his bed. Now time for accessories, Yeonjun thought as he bounced on his toes out of excitement. Yeonjun hadn’t accumulated a lot of accessories yet, but he knew he had kept some of the fluffy cat ears and sanrio headbands from fansigns before. He had a box specifically for those gifts in his closet. And so, Yeonjun dug through that box until he found a small piece of cardboard with some pink and my melody themed hair clips attached to it. Yeonjun knew that these would match perfectly with his skirt and sweater.

Feeling accomplished, he picks up the articles of clothing and his hair clips and heads to his bathroom. He changes and immediately twirls in his skirt. The skirt waves out and Yeonjun giggles and squeals because of how pretty he feels. He looks in the bathroom mirror, carefully snapping the clips into his hair. He smiles after he finishes and skips out of his bathroom to go look at himself in the full size mirror he has in his bedroom.

Once he reaches this said mirror, he twirls once again. He smooths out the sweater and the skirt and admires just how pretty he feels in his outfit that he picked out all by himself! As he’s looking in the mirror, the reflection of a stuffed fox sitting on his bed catches his eye. He completely forgot to ask his plushies how they feel about his outfit! Their opinions matter heavily as they see Yeonjun in his worst and his best moments. He then gets reminded of his daddy, Soobin! Yeonjun wonders what Soobin would think of him in his pretty outfit. Soobin had always enjoyed and encouraged Yeonjun to dress up femininely and never missed the chance to compliment him profusely when he did. As Yeonjun stared at his plushies, he glanced back at the mirror and couldn’t help but feel like something was missing from his outfit.

He walks closer to the bed and does a little spin for the array of plushies that are all sitting in a line obediently on Yeonjun’s bed. “What you guys think?” He does another twirl, just so his plushies can get another look at the full outfit. In reality, there’s no response from his plushies. But in tiny Yeonjun’s world, there is. They all reply in some variation that it looks really good and that jjunie looks like a princess with his hair clips adorning his hair. Yeonjun smoothes out the skirt one more time and he feels his headspace start to tumble even younger. He babbles out, “‘s jjunie pwetty? Will daddy fink jjunie’s pwetty?” He drags out the ‘y’ sound and does a little curtsey, holding the sides of his skirt. He giggles again and grabs his phone off his bed to take some pictures. He stands in front of the mirror and poses, snapping a couple pictures. He squeals excitedly as he looks through them.

In his little bubble, he doesn’t notice the sound of the door creaking open. Yeonjun looks up from his phone and sees a figure standing in the doorframe. It’s Soobin! While Yeonjun should feel excited to see his daddy, he can’t help but blush and almost curl in on himself standing there. He ducks his head down, trying to avoid Soobin’s gaze. Nothing malicious is in that gaze, it’s only fondness, but Yeonjun just can’t help the scared feeling bubble up inside his gut.

Soobin walks up to his Jjunie and runs his hands through his hair, carefully avoiding the snapped clips. Soobin says softly, “You look gorgeous, angel.” At this, Yeonjun’s head perks up and he looks at Soobin with his puppy dog eyes, twinkling. “Really? Daddy fink jjunie pretty?” Soobin coos at this, crazy to think that Yeonjun thought he wouldn’t find him in a cute skirt and a soft sweater, absolutely adorable.

“Of course, darling. What makes you think I wouldn’t think you’re pretty?” Yeonjun blushes and whines, hiding his face into Soobin’s chest. His thumb starts to slowly creep up into his mouth as he babbles, “I dunno.” It’s muffled and quiet, as if he was even more embarrassed at admitting that he didn’t think daddy would think he was pretty.

They cuddle like that for a moment, Yeonjun trying to bury his face more into Yeonjun’s chest and Soobin wrapping his arms around his waist. It’s soft and pure, and Yeonjun feels nothing but safe in his caregiver’s arms. They’re still standing in front of the mirror and Yeonjun looks into it, still wondering what could be missing from his outfit. He pulls away from Soobin, who just smiles fondly at him. His eyes dart around his vanity, trying to find some accessory or something extra to add to his outfit. But just then, his eyes land on a bottle of light pink nail polish. That was it! Yeonjun rushes over to the vanity and shows Soobin the small bottle of pink polish.

“Daddy! Can you paint my nails? Please?” Yeonjun asks, shoving the bottle in Soobin’s hands and bouncing up and down. Soobin sighs happily, “Of course, love,” not able to say no to Yeonjun, ever, big or small. Saying no is just not a choice when it comes to him.

Yeonjun plops onto the ground, folding his legs into a criss cross. He stretches out his fingers and sets his hands onto the carpet. Soobin sits down on the floor in front of Yeonjun and unscrews the cap to the nail polish bottle ever so carefully. “Okay, you ready, jjunie?” Soobin asks with the gentlest tone ever, and Yeonjun feels impossibly smaller. Yeonjun does a little excited nod and Soobin gets to work. He picks up Yeonjun’s left hand so gracefully, as if it was a fragile object. Soobin takes the cap of the nail polish and brushes the bristles against Yeonjun’s pointer finger, covering it in a baby pink. He makes sure that it’s a thorough starting coat before he moves onto his baby’s middle finger.

He continues the same process, and when he’s done with the first two fingers, he looks up at Yeonjun. He has the cutest happy smile on his face and his eyes are squinted up into little crescents. It’s clear that he’s holding in a squeal or from squirming so he doesn’t mess up his daddy’s work. Soobin thinks the sight is so precious and continues painting Yeonjun’s nails. Small things like this make baby jjunie so full of joy and Soobin is glad that he can get moments like these in their crazy and very overwhelming life.

Soobin reaches the last finger, which is the thumb. He coats it in that same shade of baby pink and places Yeonjun’s hand gently back down on the carpet for the polish to dry. He picks up Yeonjun’s right hand and repeats his process once again.

It’s so quiet, save for Yeonjun’s tiny squeals of happiness every time Soobin finishes painting a finger. They are both in this soft bubble of fluffy clouds floating endlessly, and the pair both don't want it to end. Soobin finishes Yeonjun’s right hand, and even though all 10 fingers are coated with a good layer of polish, Soobin decides to do another coat and picks up Yeonjun’s left hand again. Yeonjun’s happy squeals and tiny wiggles come back and Soobin smiles fondly.

He finishes with the second coat on all 10 fingers and the pair waits for them to dry. After a few moments, Soobin tests to see if the fingers are dry by carefully touching them. Fortunately, no wet polish leaves a residue on Soobin’s fingers. Yeonjun jumps up and squeals when he looks at his hands. He bounces on his heels and smiles so wide. “Thank you, dada! They so pretty! M a pretty princess now!”

Soobin ruffles his hair and says, “You’re welcome, angel. You’re the prettiest princess out there. Do you wanna go show the others?”

Yeonjun jumps again and hums out a sound of agreement. The two go out of Yeonjun’s room and make their way to the living room. To Soobin’s reply, the trio is all sitting on the couch. Beomgyu and Kai are playing a multiplayer game while Taehyun is watching them, being their cheerleader. Yeonjun sees them and runs in front of the TV, ultimately blocking their view. Beomgyu and Kai get a bit irritated at this as it causes them both to lose at the same time.

Beomgyu yells out first, “Yah! Yeonjun, why did you do that?” Yeonjun pouts, not used to someone yelling at him when he was so excited. He crosses his arms and responds, “I was going to show you something!”

“Well, you didn’t need to stand in front of the TV when we were clearly in the middle of something. God, thought you were smarter than that,” He mumbles the last part and rolls his eyes with annoyance. Yeonjun heard it, and started tearing up at his hyung being so mean to him when he did nothing wrong. He back talks, frustrated, “Well, Jjunie didn’t know! Jjunie was ‘scited…” He trails off, wiping a tear from his eye that was threatening to fall. Beomgyu realizes that his hyung was in fact not his hyung and was regressed. He instantly felt bad as Soobin went to console the upset baby.

“A-ah… J-junie I didn’t know you regressed! I’m really sorry!” He jumps out of his place from the couch and goes to give Yeonjun a hug, who pushes him off of him. Beomgyu pouts and sits back on his heels. He feels really bad, and Yeonjun doesn’t look like he will be forgiving him. Yeonjun is pouting even more and hiding his pouty and teary eyed face in Soobin’s chest, his thumb coming up to his lips to nibble on once again. Beomgyu then remembers that Yeonjun wanted to show him something, and that’s why he jumped in front of the TV.

Beomgyu carefully says, “What were you gonna show me, jun?” Yeonjun shys away even more but shoots out his hand regardless. Beomgyu oohs and ahhs at the pretty pink color coating Yeonjun’s nails. Yeonjun’s teary eyed face has now turned pink from the attention he was getting. The maknaes had also come over to look at his nails. They had also found them gorgeous and were admiring them, treating their baby jjunie as the princess he was.

Soobin speaks from above, “Hey, why don’t we watch a movie to settle down, alright princess?” Yeonjun nods against his chest and hesitantly departs. Taehyun offers to go pop a bowl of popcorn and Beomgyu went to go get drinks. Kai and Yeonjun sit down on the couch while Soobin goes to pick out their comfiest blankets. Kai scrolls through the movie options before Yeonjun points out Moana. Everybody comes back with what they were assigned to get and they all settle in. Kai then brought up the idea to make a fort out of the pillows and blankets they had accumulated. Baby Yeonjun had gotten so excited about this and squealed out a “yes, please!” at the suggestion.

And so, that’s how Yeonjun’s evening ended. Just a princess in his princess fort, surrounded by his princes watching a movie.

#tomorrow x together #txt #txt fluff #txt agere #agere txt #age regression txt #txt age regression #sfw txt #txt littlespace #little txt #kpop agere

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gabessquishytum · 8 months

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Was watching pride and prejudice (2005) with a friend just now and… Mr Dracy tits out walking through the morning fog would be such a good look on Hob? Chest hair and Hoboobies on full display!

Doesn’t even have to be an AU! Maybe he just steals Dreams robe for a stroll through fiddlers green before his eldritch horror boyfriend finds him and demands his robe back

Love, 💄

Omg i just watched Sense and Sensibility (2008) and i need Ferdie in an Austen adaptation, stat. Its for my mental health.

There's just something about the floaty shirts they had back then that made men so incredibly fuckable. Put the hoboobies in one of them and Dream wouldn't be able to handle it.

You know which Austen au we need that I haven't seen talked about? Emma. Hob tries and fails to matchmake his entire community of friends and relatives AND himself, and then ends up falling for his (older, sexy) best friend.

Dream: If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

Hob: oh no I'm going to marry him NOW

#💄 anon #the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob

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imustbenuts · 6 months

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Kiran is luck itself Part 2. Brief analysis of the absent mechanics in FEH.

If you’ve read part 1, welcome back. If not, here’s a brief ramble about the Luck stat in FE and its absence in FEH anyway. Stat mechanics ramble.

Luck stat in FE outside of FEH is actually a gainable stat when characters level up, but is not present in FEH. And neither is the Dex stat, but I’ll talk about this later.

Overall, luck is… not really an important stat, but it kind of is, too. It doesn’t give a unit a tremendous consistent edge enough to fuss over it, but it does mess with 4 things significantly. These 4 things are:

Hit rate

Critical hit rate (Receiving and inflicting)

Avoid (magical evasion)

Dodge (physical evasion)

Luck also affects certain skill’s % to trigger such as Miracle and Armsthrift.

An example from FE: Three Houses

According to fandom.com, luck in most games will increase both hit and evasion by 1 point, and reduce enemy crits by 1. But if one looks closely at how the formulas work, stats like Atk/Mag/Spd are far more important in determining the ceiling of how hard a unit can hit, which thus determines how viable they can be in a playthrough. Having a high luck character with meh stats isn't great since they tend to fall behind a lot due to inconsistent RNG, or unreliability.

So overall Luck can be overall summed up as the most useless-useful stat. It's just… better to be there and not be abysmally low, basically.

Another important stat for this topic is the Dex stat. This stat affects hit rate and crits chance. This stat is named 技 (waza, Skill) in JP, which is very apt. No matter how lucky a person is, if they can’t even draw their bow they are not going to get very far.

So. That’s like 250 words to explain 2 stats which doesn’t exist in FEH. And I think I’m being Captain Obvious here, but that’s because… Having dex and luck is going to add a layer of complexity that ultimately wastes the player’s time for what amounts to a F2P predatory gacha game.

….

Oh wait that’s not it. Wrong script. (Who says that when they’re over analyzing a F2P gacha game anyway, looool)

I mean, for my analysis about Kiran’s luck, their luck here is clocking so high that things like hit rates, dodging, crits, and skill procs become consistent rather than random RNG. It's overwritten all units' luck. It’s so high that, while having proficiency and skill in the use of a weapon is ideal, it’s not critical for survival under the OoH’s banner. It’s so high that heroes can feasibly walk into a battlefield in swimsuits and floaties and yet beat the shit out of enemies and walk away with a ‘teehee’.

It’s so high that the game doesn’t even bother with logging the stats for our use. That skills which might only proc once in someone’s playthrough can now be consistently proc’d in 4 hits. Or less with skills.

But that luck still has its limits. 0 damage is still 0 damage and no luck can salvage that.

I think this is why the writing in FEH gives the braincells to Alfonse and not Kiran. Rather than the tactician going "let's go to the ancient temple for a mcguffin", it's the lord, Alfonse who does it. Kiran tags along like 3 lucky cats in a trenchcoat in stories, and seem to rarely do anything by themself, which may imply that they’re keeping their head low which helps hold back the effects of that luck. (And subsequently limit the fate breaking aspect of it all)

(There’s also a common Japanese saying of, “the nail that sticks out gets hammered down”, so there’s some degree of characterization possibly going on in the main story here, but that’s not the point of this analysis.)

In my part 1, I gave a very very brief overview about their luck being present in the story, but those points aren’t the entirety of it. I left out a lot of stuff to not inflate the words. I hope people apply this theory for funsies and see how deep this could potentially go. Bc it really goes.

Anway, that’s all for now. Thanks for reading!

#fire emblem heroes #summoner kiran #analysis

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"I want to get tougher so I won't be such a scaredy cat!"

BlightBlur Mira! Daughter of Tucker (Hoenn Battle Frontier), little sister of Iono (Paldea League), and niece of Fantina (Sinnoh League).. as well as a little apprentice of some sort to Bebe, Sinnoh's technician. Her three Pokemon are all from the Kanto/Johto region- Alakazam, Porygon-Z, and Magnezone, the latter evolutions only discovered in Sinnoh.

With how busy her big sister and father are, she's often been in the care of her aunt Fantina, who is still terribly busy as both a coordinator and gym leader- this leads her to hang out with Bebe, who gave her a large Porygon-Z as a playmate; she rides this Porygon-Z like a pool floatie!

Technically too young to go on a journey on her own, Mira spends her days training and studying, as well as playing computer games! She's not scared of ghost types because of her aunt's specialty- but she does hate the dark.

She disappears along with the other four stat trainers during a heated battle at Stark Mountain, and is sent to Hisui alongside her friends, being taken in by the Pearl Clan.

#BW/BW2 Rewrite - Blur / Blight #My Art #((Her colors are based off a Porygon + Iono's design w/ a few elements from Tucker and Fantina!))#((Give her a puffy jacket. It's cold out there..))

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scratchandplaster · 2 months

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 12 - Semi-conscious

CW: conditioning, parental Whumper, amnesia, emotional manipulation

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"...easy to return here whenever I..."

"My words...you know how to..."

"...slowly coming back to the waking world."

Someone was speaking to him, though Ben was still far too gone to register it.

"Eight. Feeling the tranquility join you from within, always following my voice."

Not yet, he wanted to stay in the pleasant darkness.

"Nine. Coming back to me now, and ten: Wake up!"

With a snap, Bens eyes plopped open, searching confused for the origin of this command. There he was again: Dad, rubbing up and down his spine to help him stir back to the present. The warm smile Ben all too gladly returned only helped to hold on to it.

"Well then, how are we feeling?"

Blinking a few times made the fog in his head partially vanish, but the airy, sticky presence at the back of his head never budged. Yet Ben didn't just feel okay, he felt great! Like a heavy burden was lifted from his chest.

Not strong enough to use his voice again, he simply hugged his dad as tight as he could. Oh, Ben missed him so-so much, it was killing him. Shepard, too, was freed of the heavy pressure inside his heart, never stopping the calming pets that kept his son's mind warm and pliable.

"Ben, do you have any questions about what we discussed?"

Questions? What did they talk about? Maybe Ben spaced out again, like he always did if his wits weren't required... Well, it couldn't have been very dicey if his thoughts already jumped to another topic.

"No, thanks."

Dad's smirk told him that this was somehow the right answer: "Perfect. Dinner will be ready soon, so let's get you to freshen up a bit."

Though Ben had no idea nor clue about what was happening to him, he trusted his dad to guide him. Shepard always knew what to do.

During the past few hours spent together, the sun had begun to set again. The dim twilight didn't really help in getting rid of the fuzziness adorning the world around the edges - focussing felt impossibly hard.

Only as a damp wash cloth wiped through Ben's weary face, his mind began to clear up further, yesterday's worries nothing more than a bad dream.

Cleaning up the crumbs of sleep from Reuben's eyes let Shepard reminisce of how it used to be between him and his sons, just the three of them hand in hand. Since then, everything had just become more complicated. Maybe too complicated, seeing how the boys saw themselves as abandoned and unloved enough to leave one after another. A mistake he had to correct.

After getting the debris off Ben, Shepard picked up a wooden brush to comb through his untamed hair. As far as his dad could tell, Ben enjoyed the endless attention, nearly whining when it stopped.

"It's chilly outside," Shepard whispered and eyed Ben's unusual outfit; too much polyester for his taste, "I don't want you to get a cold, so I made a little something."

Rummaging around behind himself, Shepard pulled out a cardigan and unfolded it to let Ben be the judge of it: it was brand new, mustard-yellow yarn loosely knit into itself. Ben found it beautiful, especially the little cherries stitched on it.

Cherries…just like Sam gave him. Ben hoped they wouldn't join them for dinner too, and cursed himself for it instantly. A cracked ego was no reason to be rude.

"I tried a new pattern. You still grow like a weed, so I had to tweak the measurements a bit," Dad explained and helped him into it, beaming with joy.

Ben, fuzzy and floaty, was also handed a shiny bar of chocolate from a trunk besides them.

"What's that?"

"The present you bought for us," Shepard responded confused, arranging Ben's hairdo into a neat side parting.

"Uhm-"

"At the store? You said you wanted to hand it out at dinner. Shawn couldn't sit still because of all the anticipation."

"Oh, sure." Dinner - there was a stray memory about a gift, though escorted by the faint impression that something was off. This fugue state Shepard recognized only grudgingly.

"You don't have to share, it's yours. You're free to decide."

"No-no, it’s okay. I'm just a bit lost." A clear understatement, dear Ben would forget his own head if it wasn't screwed on. Biting his lip, he had a question for him after all: "Dad, I-I want to know beforehand: how - what will be my punishment?"

Shepard's face twisted painfully: "Punishment? Punish - no! We are so thankful that you came back to us, none of us would ever punish you for that."

Reuben doubted his candor again, as if Shepard didn't just spend hours educating him otherwise. Soft words were not enough this time, it seemed, as Ben kept on dodging his shocked gaze: "Luke said you'd hate me for leaving."

"Oh sweetheart, come on," Shepard sighed and gently took his hand, "I'll show you the truth."

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist]

@febuwhump

#whump #whumpblr #creative writing #whump community #whump drabble #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday12 #hypnosis #conditioning #parental whumper #amnesia #emotional manipulation #cult setting

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hey I just wanted to say I totally understand you about the ao3 thing, it gets to me when I spend a lot of time on something and get barely any kudos. I haven't posted in a long while but if you ever want to give it another try, I think there are scripts you can use to hide stats! I haven't tried it myself but u might give this a try https://github.com/aceboxn/ao3-hide-stats

Oh wow I didn't realize there were scripts for ao3! (well aside from the floaty review box thing, it just never occurred to me)

I mean I guess??? I could at some point, but idk at the same time I feel like I'd be too tempted to turn it off and look bc dumb idiot brain wants constant validation.

Plus what would I even do? Reupload everything all at once and annoy tf outta my subscribers?? 😭😭😭 AAA

But thank you for this! I'll keep it in mind

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #*gives anon a large helping of candied peanuts*

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starksvinyls · 11 months

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Title: Distraction Rating: Explicit Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Sexual Age Play, Age Play, Cock Warming, Subspace, Semi-Public Sex Summary: Peter is bored during a meeting. Notes: for @ageplay-may and the Spice prompt for day 6: “cock warming” AO3 Link

Peter squirmed, not used to having to sit still for so long when he was feeling little. Daddy reached over and placed his large hand on Peter’s thigh in an attempt to still him, but Peter was bored. Director Fury was droning on and on about the last mission they had all gone on, as if they all hadn’t been there and knew exactly what went down. Steve and Natasha were no doubt already forming new training programs for them all based on their field stats, but Peter didn’t care. He was supposed to have Daddy all to himself today!

Tony subtly muted their mics on the video feed and spoke lowly as to not alert the others that he was talking to someone. “Baby, I know you want to go play, but this is important. Pay attention, okay?”

Peter pouted, but nodded.

He had already been deep in his little headspace when Fury called the last minute meeting. Rather than try to rip Peter out of it, Tony had hoped that it would be a short meeting and Peter could behave himself long enough to get through it. But it was looking like that wasn’t going to happen with every passing minute. He needed a way to keep Peter occupied and quiet…

Without breaking eye contact with the holoscreen in front of him, Tony reached over and tugged on Peter’s arm, directing the boy to his knees between Tony’s spread legs when he was sure no one else was really paying attention to their corner of the video call. Peter knew to be quiet, and obediently opened his mouth as Daddy pulled his cock from his joggers. He was still soft, but that wasn’t a problem, this wasn’t about getting off, this was about keeping his baby occupied.

Peter pulled the soft cock into his mouth and then rested his head against Daddy’s thigh, happily using his Daddy like a pacifier. It was the quickest way to have Peter feeling floaty and calm. He heard someone on the screen ask where he was, but he drifted away before he could hear Daddy’s response. Every so often, he could hear Daddy speak, the timbre of his voice wavering, making him sound like he was underwater.

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“Hey, baby, c’mon, come back to me.” Daddy murmured.

There was a finger gently brushing over the soft skin of his cheek, and Peter nuzzled further into Daddy’s thigh. He was warm and floaty and he didn’t want to open his eyes. He suckled on the head of Daddy’s cock, earning him a soft chuckle. Peter’s eyes fluttered open, but the light didn’t hurt. Daddy must have had Friday turn the lights down for him. Releasing Daddy’s cock, Peter sat back on his haunches and blinked sleepily up at Daddy.

“Meeting’s over, baby. Ready to go back upstairs and play?”

He was! But first, “Daddy, can I have a snack?”

Daddy chuckled again, helping Peter stand up when it was evident sitting on the floor so long had caused his legs to go all pins and needles.

#agepl4y may 2023 #starker #starker fic #*ageplay #starksvinyls fic

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blackjackkent · 4 months

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I'm actually going to start making more of an effort to keep some of the big spoilery things under the cut of my liveblog posts because we're getting to the point where some of the Big Reveals and Twists are happening and I don't want to ruin that for anyone who happens to just wander by. (Obviously also please feel free to block "#bjk plays baldur's gate 3" which this stuff is always tagged as. :) )

So anyway yeah uh. Second half of this fight against uh. Large Boy. is decidedly not what I expected. XD

Unsurprisingly (I guess) this isn't technically Myrkul himself, but an "Apostle of Myrkul", a big floaty bone boy with a scythe and "Myrkul's Presence":

This is more than a little scary because Bone Chill prevents healing from any source, and Karlach (and Shadowheart's spiritual weapon, less significantly) are right in the thick of it as the fight starts.

On the bright side, it has a lower AC than Thorm did. XD According to its stats it is considered only a medium size creature, also, which seems strange given that he is, shall we say, imposing.

I actually ended up resetting the whole fight back to the beginning of the part with Ketheric, and focusing a little on taking out more of the adds before Myrkul even came out. That actually went pretty well (as Ketheric doesn't try to leave the platform, so a lot of his really devastating attacks waited until we were ready to deal with him). Aylin, however, did not do so hot; for as much of a badass as she seems in cutscenes, she's kinda struggling and spent most of the fight in downstate.

On the bright side she seems to be able to revive herself with one hit point when she goes down, which is convenient and saved me from spending rez actions on her. Counterpoint to this is that it takes her whole action, so she kept getting up, shouting things like "STAND AND FIGHT!" and then doing nothing else before getting downed again.

Pls don't tell Selune I said her daughter was weaksauce on the battlefield. o.o;

One thing that was interesting was that at one point, the apostle called out:

And it was definitely Ketheric's voice. So I suppose this is supposed to be his ascension at Myrkul's hands in return for his service.

Hector's bludgeoning damage and Karlach's reckless attacks were the big MVPs on this fight; Wyll was mostly cleanup duty on all the necromites and Shadowheart was kept busy trying to keep everyone from falling over. As I mentioned before, I'm really starting to discover the importance of support buffs in this game; in the past I've taken a very damage-heavy approach (this is also my strategy in Pokemon XD ) and it is starting to be considerably less effective.

Very long process of a fight (and then I had to redo a chunk of it because Karlach rather than Hector got the spotlight for the cutscene >:| ). But we got there in the end!

Narrative post to follow.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle

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laurarolla · 4 months

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So the last map for Arknights Pinch Out Experimental Operation released for global and I can't be the only person who thinks that the focused restrictions for the "test plate" maps were infinitely more interesting and a cooler challenge than the main map just making everything a stat stick with the inactive power armors and Dorothy being the only interesting parts of the map to work around.

There was one map with deployable floaties that you can only have one person deployed at a time on, another map with burning spaces and restrictions that made summoner supports and trap specialists extremely useful, and a final map that gives you a lot of starter cash and no good way to restore it, meaning you have to plan your deployments carefully and can't easily rely on Yato and Texas to kill everything troublesome for you.

Messing with your resources is one of the most interesting difficulty adjustments that this game can throw at you (DP regeneration and deploy limit restrictions especially so), so these restrictions feel fun and interesting to work with. Way better than just making every enemy a brick wall you have to disassemble with a fork.

I took a picture of this icon because I thought it was kinda funny. I am easy to amuse sometimes. X3

#arknights #pinch out #everyone calls the mode poo #people dislike the mode so much they ignore a word in the event name so they can call it poo #it's not actually bad #it's just not as good as CC could be

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hello! could you please write something where regressor!Ahsoka involuntarily regresses around Anakin after a stressful mission and she’s really embarrassed because she’s never regressed around him before but he takes care of her and becomes her cg?

( here it is finally! regressed ahsoka and caregiver anakin below the cut. ive kept it kind of a vague ending because I do plan to write more for them.) Ahsoka really hated post-mission comedowns, especially the comedown that followed a mission spent terrified Anakin, or Obi-Wan, or any of the troopers she had slowly begun to see as family were going to end up hurt.

She hated the way everything seemed to fall apart around her, like she was simultaneously still on the battlefield, while the silence around her of her rooms, or the place she hid herself up in seemed to echo around her. It felt like everything around her had tripled in size and she was still just there.

She’d somehow quickly become very acquainted with the torn feeling of not knowing if she wanted company, or if she wanted to hide under her blankets for hours until it all went away.

Anakin of course, would almost definitely comfort her if she was to ask, her Master was hardly one to follow the rules on attachment and limited physical affection, as would Master Kenobi; albeit in a more wordy way. But she felt guilty about it, she was a padawan commander in a war part of Yoda’s lineage, with some of the highest mission stats and recoveries; she should be able to handle all of this.

It’s this same comedown of floaty thoughts and shaky hands that lands Ahsoka curled up on the floor of some empty cupboard room she found, hands wrapping themselves around her arms in an almost bruising attempt at comfort. She felt pathetic, and she felt so horribly lonely.

She’s part-way through another round of a downhill spiral, her face feeling blotchy from crying for the better part of an hour, when she hears the quiet knocking on the closest door.

It startles her for a second, her heart racing as she wonders what time it even was, and who had managed to find her little hideout she’d decided it was.

She fumbles with the door lock for a moment, her hands as shaky as her legs feel right about now. She would so much rather be curled up in her bed asleep, but the idea of leaving was unbelievably horrible.

Her breath hitches as the door opens softly to Anakin standing on the other side, a look of concern that feels almost mismatched on the usually carefree face.

“Ahsoka! I’ve been looking for you, you okay?” Ahsoka and Anakin didn’t do emotions, not really; emotions were hardly any Jedi’s strongsuit no matter their lineage or training.

“Oh. Yeah I’m okay.” She hopes her voice sounds reassuring, but the way Anakin's eyes comb over her face, makes her hyperaware of the former tear tracks that were drying on her cheeks, her face a patchy mess of colour.

“Are you sure? You look… less okay. Kix said you hadn’t stopped by medical yet.” The gentle worry makes Ahsoka’s eyes involuntarily well up with tears again, even as she tries to blink them away. Everything feels wrong, she hates missions.

“Oh ‘Soka.” Anakin said in a quiet utterance, before reaching forward to tug his padawan into a hug. It’s simultaneously the exact thing she wanted, and the worst thing that could possibly happen to her; as she promptly dissolved into distraught sobs.

“It’s okay, kid. After missions are always kriffed up. It’s normal to be upset.” Anakin’s been listening to Kix’s lectures on social interaction, Ahsoka thinks distantly through all this. She still has her head buried in the casual clothing of Anakin's less-formal robes, the material familiar beneath her hands; something almost grounding in the way her entire head feels like it’s been filled with cotton-balls.

She’s not sure how long she stands like that, Anakin’s arms bracketing her into a tight hug, just grounding enough as she sunk into the option of not thinking at all, allowing herself a singular moment of weakness in this all.

Somewhere along the way, they end up on the floor, her body half curled on the floor and against her master still. It felt stupidly like being back in the crèche when this was acceptable; it made her miss it more than anything.

“I’m sorry,” She mutters into Anakin’s shoulder, “I know I’m supposed to be above it, but it hurts and everything feels horrible and I can’t release it into the force, I’m just scared, I just feel…” She trails off as the words escape her, and Anakin makes a contemplative hum beneath her. The vulnerability makes her feel sick, but she knew she could trust Anakin more than anyone else she knew.

“Hey ‘soka, do you feel kinda floaty? Like when Kix gives relaxers?”

“I guess..?”

“Yeah? Like the world sort of is closing in on you?” Anakin sounds almost familiar with the feeling, and Ahsoka has a brief thought of maybe she wasn’t going completely and utterly insane.

She nods info Anakin’s shoulder, and Anakin squeezes her into a tighter hug as she fists the loose material of his outer robe, the actions grounding her back to the moment.

“That’s okay, padawan, it’s okay. I’ll be here as long as you need, yeah? It’s alright.” Ahsoka feels a new wave of tears start again, the full brunt of everything catching up with her all at once; how does she even have more tears left? Anakin runs a hand along her back, muttering soothing reassurances as she buries herself into him.

She didn’t care about what the Jedi would think, or if the men would find her, or what was going to happen next in this endless stupid war; right now all she knew was that Anakin was here and he got it, and he didn’t make her think of logistics and labels and everything; he, and the instant comfort was just there.

#ahsoka tano #agere #age regression #star wars #star wars agere #anakin skywalker #star wars drabbles #agere drabbles #caregiver anakin #regressor ahsoka #ahsoka needs a hug #age regression writing

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please tell me everything you know about the chao garden i've been hyperfixated on Sonic for the past two months and would like to know everything

everything is SO MUCH

here let me paraphrase a beginner's guide to expanded chao knowledge

infinite animals: the chao gardens have probably the easiest useful glitch to perform in any game ever. in fact, the game nigh doesn't meet its full potential unless you know this glitch and is more like a gameplay element. basically you can take any animal, line yourself up with the chao and place the animal down right in front of it without actually giving it to the chao, and it'll absorb the stats from the animal and you can use the animal again. most people who've gotten into the game probably know this glitch because it's so easy and common. plus, because there are required emblems achieved by beating races, players probably learn the glitch in order to get those faster. the glitch is technically easier to do in sadx because the animal stays in place when you do the glitch, whereas in sa2b, the animal flies a short distance away from you. you can also technically do this glitch with chaos drives (or as I still habitually call them, 'crystals') in sa2b, but they raise stats in such low amounts and their physics are so floaty they're not really worth it.

secondary evolutions: after evolving a chao from a baby to an adult, as they age, they gradually start changing form again and this form is determined by a secondary stat. they don't technically evolve again, but if you have a swim chao and raise up its fly stats at this point, it'll shift into a variation of itself that can change at any time by simply raising a different stat. you can do this with any type and any stat. with three 'alignments' (neutral, hero, dark), five types (swim, fly, run, power, normal), and five more secondary types (swim, fly, run, power, normal), that gives you 75 different possible forms, and this isn't including numerous possible 'combination' forms that would happen by only changing them halfway between forms. these secondary evolution forms tend to be the most visible when their age is 4.

breeding starter chao: pretty much every real 'chao recipe' that exists in this game is done by using the starter chao (the ones you get when you go into a garden for the first time). you can breed them with any flat color chao that you buy, normal or shiny, to get a 'starter chao version' of that color, otherwise known as a two-tone chao. there are 15 flat colors and 15 shinies in the game, meaning 30 possible two-tone variations.

tiny chao garden: the tiny chao garden's practical use is pretty much that it lets you get jewel chao (besides gold and silver) if you have a gba adaptor. yeah, you can actually play it if you want to, but given how much easier it is to raise chao in 3D sonic, you're pretty much gonna just farm rings (and cry) in it. you can use the chao they give you or you can transfer one of your own into it. you have two minigame options depending on the version, meaning if you're trying to get jewel chao, you're going to be playing these games… a lot. there are versions that come with certain gba sonic games, but if you plug an empty gba in, you can still play it. jewel chao types range from 500 to 20,000 rings in cost. in my past experience, the least tedious minigame was the no-cartridge sadx selection of minigames. you can also use the tiny chao garden to transfer chao from sadx to sa2b and vice versa, but only if you have a 2D sonic that has the tiny chao garden built into it.

shiny jewel chao: I don't think jewel chao are actually intended to have an effect on breeding due to their inconsistent results, but they do. if you breed them with some form of shiny chao specifically, you can get results that vary from translucent chao, chao that are just existing shiny two-tones but are made with the wrong colors and invisible chao (which I'm pretty sure are a bug). there's only one unique chao shiny two-tone that you can get this way, which is by breeding a shiny pink and a jewel. I grew up knowing this chao to be called a carribean chao because of its colors.

hats: in case you had no idea how to get your chao to wear stuff on its head in sa2b, that's what skeleton animals are for.

ring tricks: these two games store their rings in their main game save file and store the chao in a separate chao garden file. if you have two memory cards, you can copy the save of the main game onto the other card, make a hefty purchase in the chao garden, delete the sonic save file on the original memory card and copy it back over from the other to get your rings back while keeping whatever you purchased because it was saved in the chao garden.

letter stats: every chao is born with a list of letter stats, which determines the multiplier by which their stat increases when they level up. in sa2b, you can check these by just taking them to the doctor, but in sadx, you have to figure them out yourself by checking how much their stats go up when they first level up. if you forgot to check, you can just divide their current stat total by the level they're at to see the rate at which they're increasing. anything that's increasing at a rate of 21 or higher per level-up is in pretty good shape and is a B or higher. A is the highest stat a chao can be born with at random (without breeding, because chao can inherit stats from the parent chao), which increases at around 24 or 25 per level. if it has an A stat, you'll probably want to evolve it into the corresponding type in order to increase it to an S, which is the highest letter stat. once they evolve, it'll adopt a higher multiplier of 28-ish per level or higher. if the chao's stats are increasing slowly at a rate between 11-13, it has an E stat, which is the worst one. if your chao reincarnates, you'll have an opportunity to evolve it again, so you can raise another letter stat. I've seen people say "stats are pretty important, so if you want to know them, you may want to consider transferring them to sa2b from sadx in order to find them out" but recently I think it's pretty fun to calculate them yourself.

in the process of making this post I also ended up learning that apparently luck is a real hidden stat in sa2b which APPARENTLY is raised at a doubled rate if you use chaos drives. which… might explain why I tend to have awful luck in races in that game, if that's a thing.

arguably this isn't really everything and this is pretty rushed but also I've been sitting here for like an hour so this is what I've got for you 💦💦

#asks #chao #sonic the hedgehog #writing this out just reminds me of fansite days #I used to love digging through those and seeing what they had to offer #fansites went hard

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