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yersina · 7 months

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a linguist* plays chants of sennaar (pt 1)

*i studied linguistics for four years and concurrently did three years of sociolinguistics research, but i'm not currently employed in a linguistics-related field.

[pt 2] [pt 3] [pt 4] [pt 5]

thought i'd have some fun breaking down the languages in cos and stretch my rarely used linguistics muscles in the process! disclaimer: can't promise that i'll have any insights that a layperson wouldn't have, this is kinda just me thinking through the grammar of the language out loud haha.

this post covers the first language and will contain spoilers! it also assumes that you know what each of the symbols means already.

so the three glyphs from the devotee's language that you get introduced to right off the bat already tells me a lot: it's a pictographic logography (real life example: chinese characters), which is probably a good place to start for people who are new to language deciphering (also, none of these languages are spoken so an alphabet would be pointless lol). a logography is a writing system that represents whole words/concepts with a single character, as opposed to representing the sounds that the words make (like alphabets or syllabaries). i haven't completely finished the game yet (most of the way through the fourth language), but i'm p sure 1) all of the languages are logographies and 2) the devotee's language is the most true-to-life with its pictograms.

with these three words we can also begin to establish a pattern--verbs most likely have a line on the bottom, which holds true for the rest of the characters. i think the only exception to this rule is the character for "greeting", which is also used as the verb "salute" later in the game (an interesting choice (considering etymologies for greetings in irl languages), but it makes sense when your language is only 40 words lol). other patterns include the curved line for tools, the semi-open box for structures/locations, and the half-circle with the line for things relating to sight (which amusingly is also the overall game symbol for examining something). (not gonna include things like "man" and "music" and "plant" in this list cause they're defined in game.) i do think it's kind of fun that they introduced "i/me" and "you" before they introduced "man"—it validates that you'll find patterns haha.

(while writing the prev paragraph, it finally hit me that the symbol for "key" is open-tool. isn't that cool!)

i did notice at one point in the game that there was a devotee word that was cut off in one of the stone carvings that looked like it might have been the equivalent for "fortress"--it was the room radical with the two opposing arrows from the word for "warrior". although it's not validated by the game's automatic translation function, it does seem to be evidence that the language elements are fairly flexible and recombinable!

this language is SVO (subject verb object), like english, which again is a choice that makes sense in terms of easing people in. it uses reduplication with nouns to indicate plurality, which as far as i can tell is unique amongst the languages in this game. there's no tense markers, which is common to all the languages in this game (again, as far as i can tell without having encountered the last language yet). given how simple the languages in the game need to be, i'm not surprised that there aren't really auxiliary verbs or indications of infinitives either.

questions that still remain unanswered: - "dead/death", "seek", and "find" all have dots that don't show up in the other characters. not sure why that's the case. could be a representation of something metaphysical? - the character for "go/pass" has a "room" radical on the right side and something else on the left side. wonder if that was intentional

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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I've been dreaming of the Spectator of Diamonds.

The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone. But,,, the show, it must go on. He is both the actor and the audience.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

Cater settles into his seat. It’s cushy and comforting, the pillows almost cloud-like as he sinks down, becoming one with them.

The theater--empty, dark--is his domain, his castle. And he, the lone king atop of it all.

Click, click, click!

He looks up, finding that the stage lights have flared on. Glaring, hot. Four figures stand there in masks--yet he can see the echoes of himself in their verdant eyes, the orange hair cropping out from their false faces.

They are he, and he is they.

The set rolls in, setting the scene. They are wooden cutouts painted over and mounted in wheels or lowered on pulleys. Students in the wings operate them, hidden from the audience's view.

Here begins another story, a series of illusions to craft a beautiful lie.

"There's so much to do before the unbirthday party!" declares Cater the First, a crown upon his head. He waves an ornate staff over his followers, directing their activities. "Chop, chop! Let's hop to it, everyone! There's not a second to waste."

Cater the Second, in a hat and glasses, ferries a towering cake, as fake as the rest of the production. He knows the sponge is styrofoam and the frosting is plaster and paint. Still, he handles the dessert as though it is made of gold.

Cater the Third wrestles with a horde of plastic lawn flamingos and hedgehog plushies. Cater the Fourth, on a stepladder, stringing up a banner. The Third hurries past the Fourth, his foot catching on a foot of the ladder and nearly tripping him.

Righting himself, the Third hollers, "Hey, stay out of my way! Couldn't you have picked a better spot to do your work?"

To him, the Fourth coolly replies, "Not my fault you weren't watching where you were going."

"What was that?!"

"You heard me."

"Say that again to my face, I dare you!"

"I just did."

"Guys, guys! Relax," warns the Second, placing his cake down on a table. "The last thing we need is drama on an unbirthday."

"He's right," says the First. His brows draw together, not yet a full frown but coming close to it. "Drop it and get back to your tasks."

They scramble to each other, a flock reuniting and tending to their kin.

Cater has witnessed this scene many times over. The chaos, the mini-quarrels. From a safe distance, he watches, wearing the usual stitched smile.

Always a member of the audience, never the actor.

A longing ache fills his chest.

He wonders if now is a good time to clap, to interject. Make his presence known somehow.

Cater moves to speak, but doubt arrests him.

No—they don’t need me. They don’t want me there. They’re fine on their own. You’ll only make things worse.

The whispers start.

“Something’s off.”

“Something’s wrong.”

“Something’s missing.”

Cater surveys his surroundings.

The theater is empty, save for himself. It does not silence the voices coming from all corners, their murmur easily filling the room. It’s as though there is a full house, minus the bodies.

Just as hollow as he is.

“It’s fine!" he calls out to Nobody. "I’m sure the show will get better. They know what they're doing."

"It's incomplete," the whispers insist.

"We need you, Cater."

He gasps, his attention returning to the stage. The Caters are gone, their masks and propr lying abandoned upon it.

That sounds like...

"Trey."

Him, and the others. Their dorm leader and the duo of irksome first years are frozen mid-party prep. Trey strolls past them and to the edge of their pretend world,

He crouches down and grins. "What are you doing down there?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm spectating, silly."

"Spectating? That's an odd thing to do." Trey leans, offering his hand. "Come on. Heartslabyul isn't complete without you."

Cater stares. "But I… I like it here. It’s familiar.”

It’s safe.

Trey cocks his head. “But you also want to be up here, with the rest of us… don’t you?“

“You don’t get it. I—” Cater wavers. “I can’t, even if I want to. I just can’t, okay?”

Under the spotlights, they’ll see me for who I really am.

Trey watches him carefully. His golden eyes soften with understanding. "You're scared."

"Who said I was scared?" Cater attempts at a laugh. It doesn't come out quite right, petering out too quickly. "You're imagining things."

"I don't think so." He shakes his head. "This isn't you, Cater. You haven't been you for a long while now. I wish you'd be more genuine with us. With me."

"I am!"

Cater speaks louder than he means to. His exclamation hushes the others in the audience, silencing dissent.

For one long, horrible moment, he sees the sadness reaching Trey's face. The hope draining. Coldness overtakes Cater, and his mind goes to the worst places: his friend turning away, leaving.

His vision stings. He blinks, and the tears blur the world and the people in it, the stage and its actors.

His house of cards, collapsing.

It's over.

From the disparaging silence, a hushed voice rises.

"It's okay. You can be yourself," Trey says reassuringly. He's warm, like a blanket draped over his body. "Smile when you want to smile. Cry when you want to cry. Share it all with us. We'll embrace it."

A tear breaks free from Cater. The magic words, dispelling the dam holding his feelings back.

"Ah... Geez,” he mutters, wiping at his cheek. “Y-You're making me sentimental...!”

“I’d say that’s a pretty good start,” Trey chuckles. “… Hey, Cater. I think it’s about time. You’ll join us, right?”

“Hah. Of course…!”

That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Cater rises and races to the stage. Slipping his hand in Trey's, he holds tight lets himself be hoisted up.

The ground is firm beneath his feet, the lights drying his tears. His heart drums with exhilaration—it feels so right. Like he belongs.

Up close, he should see the set falling apart. The wooden textures, the peeling paint. But it looks more real than ever, with foliage shifting in the wind and the aroma of roses perfuming the air. The stage, expanding.

Cater walks into the waiting wonderland.

"Found him!" Trey announces to the rest of the cast.

The scene resumes, the characters returning to motion.

"There you are, Cater!" Riddle cries out. "I certainly hope you weren't planning on offloading your responsibilities onto your underclassmen... again."

"Pfft!" Ace fails to contain a mocking laugh, his gaze sliding over to Deuce. "Yeah, cuz what kind of idiot would fall for something like that?"

"Sh-Shut up! You'd have wanted to help out your senpai too if you were there!!"

"No worries. I promise no more tricks this time. I'm... too tired for that."

"Cater?" Riddle takes a proper look at him, then narrows his eyes. "Have you been... crying?"

"Yeah. I think... I'll need a moment, Riddle-kun. Sorry, I'm going through a lot right now.”

It is his truth. The joy, and the levity it grants him, overwhelming.

He's finally among them.

Finally Somebody.

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not-a-space-alien · 5 months

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K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 5

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Warnings for this chapter: Eating disorder talk

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It’s night when Jim wakes, and he's still cuddled up with Valen. The vampire looks so peaceful like this. Jim feels a pang in his heart when he remembers that Valen's going home tonight, all the way back to vampire territory.

He feels a little selfish for it– he has to admit, part of it is that he feels so much safer with Valen here to protect him. No vampire would snatch a human out of another vampire’s arms, not when there are easier humans to abduct. But also… Valen is kind, and pleasant to be with, and that’s something Jim’s been starved of for a long, long time.

Well, they can still keep in touch. Maybe Valen will visit.

As he feels Valen stirring, he murmurs, “How you feeling? Burns a little better?"

Valen stretches and rubs his eyes, delighted to find that when he blinks them open, he can see. The shapes are still a bit fuzzy though, and the room has a haze, so apparently he's only most of the way there. His skin feels almost completely better, though.

"I'm doing wonderful, Jim. I'll be better in no time." He rolls over. "Although I do think I still have a little ways to go remaining, unless you’ve suddenly developed a propensity for being a beige blob."

"Looks like I gotta keep taking care of you, then," he says with a smile and a nudge, getting out of bed. "Let me know whenever you get hungry. I felt like shit after not eating or drinking for 2 days, so I bet you'd feel the same. Don't want you to go through that. Just, uh, not the neck."

The last thing Jim wants is to be fed from, but he’d rather it be him than Liz. Besides, he’s used to it. He’s done it every night for years. It shouldn’t be a big deal.

"Oh, thank you," Valen says. Now he's trying not to think too hard about feeding. "I'm not hungry just yet. Maybe later. Thank you for thinking of it." Change the subject, don't think about it, you can wait and feed at home. "You'll probably be wanting to get medical care today, yes?"

"It's not super urgent. I'll call to make an appointment when it's day, since they're closed by now. Why?" Jim asks. "I know I gotta hand in that jar of ticks."

"Oh, yes." Valen is completely disoriented about when things will be open, and what time of day everyone is going to be active. "I just worry for you, that's all."

"You're sweet. I'm not going to the ER, I'll be fine." Jim shrugs. "Speaking of which, you need anything? A second round of burn cream?"

"I think I'm doing fine. Thank you. Just some more time. Depending on what time it is, I'm not sure if I'll be able to get all the way home before sunrise, and I'd prefer not to be out during the day." He thinks it's probably going to be a while before he works up the confidence again to go outside during the day. "So perhaps I'll stay the night and the day, and then leave at next sunset."

"Sounds peachy." Jim hesitates. The fact that it's night and Kane might be looking for him makes him nervous, but Valen is here. Valen can protect him. Even if he does get taken back, Valen can probably find a way to bust him out again. The thought calms his jumpy nerves. "Um, do you wanna come downstairs while I get breakfast? I'm..." he starts mumbling, "I feel safer when you're there. But, but if you don't wanna, that's cool too, obviously."

Valen brightens. "Yes, that sounds lovely. Are Liz and Laken still home?" It's been a while since he's been among a group of people he was so desperately interested in getting to know better. He doesn't have any friends who know and accept the real him, and he knows some of these people are queer. He's desperate for genuine connection.

And of course Jim would feel safer with Valen around. Valen had been the only thing in the five years Jim was in vampire territory that had ever been able to ward off being hurt by his captors. It makes him feel warm and protective, and strangely loathe to leave Jim alone despite knowing he's probably perfectly safe now, across the border.

"I dunno. I just met Laken when you did, but Liz told me they're her hunting partner while I was eating yesterday." Jim groans. "I can't believe she's a hunter now. That's so unsafe. Fuck Kane for kidnapping me when he did.” His voice gets more timid, spooked by his own insult. “If he could have at least waited until Liz was more stable…"

"Yes, I do worry for her in that line of work." Valen also worries for himself, just a little. "But now that you're here, perhaps we can convince her to change careers."

"Yeah… Well, I'd assume Laken would go back to their own place? There's no way Liz bailed when I just got back, she's definitely home. Feel free to grab anything you like out of the closet if you want, lemme know if your eyes are still shot and you need help. I'm staying in pajamas."

Valen smiles. "I'll also stay in pajamas. Why not?" He gets up out of bed and pads forward, slowly and holding his hand out, exaggerating his inability to see. "I do think I'll take your hand to help get down the stairs, though."

"Of course, man. I've gotcha." He intertwines his arm with Valen's, helping him down the stairs.

"Hey!" Liz calls excitedly from where she is in the living room, ecstatic to have Jim home. "How'd you sleep? I can't believe you're really home!”

"Slept good," Jim confirms with a thumbs-up. "Me either."

“And hey, looking better, Valen."

Valen also gives a thumbs up. "Feeling a lot better! Thank you, ma’am!”

Liz laughs. "Noooo, don't make me a ma'am, I'm only twenty!"

"Valen's staying the night and day, his eyes are still shot," Jim explains.

She looks to where their arms are intertwined. "Uh huh. I see that. Well, you're welcome anytime, for as long as you want. You brought my brother home.”

That warms Valen’s heart. “Ah, thank you… So, so what's on the agenda for tonight?"

“Um, I dunno, didn't have any specific plans. Definitely not going out. I could make-"

"Have you actually learned to cook in the last 5 years?" Jim asks, eyebrows raised.

"...Kinda."

"I'll handle the making. I missed cooking for you." Jim baps her on the head and goes into the kitchen. He glances back nervously to make sure he can still see Valen, the nighttime putting him on-edge.

"Don't feel self-conscious about it, I don't know how to cook, either," Valen says with a laugh. "I'm not sure I know what to do with myself if we don't have something going on. I'm not good at being idle. And I can't read for a while, unfortunately. Are there any chores that require heavy lifting I can do for you while I'm here? It'd be most efficient, since it's easier for me."

"Yeah, you can help me clean up the other bedroom if you want?" Liz suggests. "It's got a queen. Just so you know."

Valen tries to hide his excitement. "Okay, sure! You'll have to give me directions." He leans into the kitchen. "Jim, I'm going upstairs to help Liz move things. Is that all right?"

"Um, y-yeah." Jim stammers, not entirely alright but not wanting to admit it. "I'll make something quick and bring it up."

Liz, oblivious, takes Valen's hand. "Back up we go, then!"

"O-okay," says Valen, unsure of if he should point out Jim's discomfort and stay downstairs. Since Jim seems to have already made a plan to come up, Valen just lets himself be pulled along.

He can see well enough to get up the stairs without much issue, but he still likes holding Liz's hand. He likes Liz. She's tough, and a woman, and she doesn't seem to care what men think of her. If he'd been presented with the two siblings without knowing anything about either of them, he probably would have actually gravitated towards Liz more than Jim. He wants Liz to like him, but she already seems to like him for bringing her brother back. This is good, he likes interpersonal relationships where the other party feels like they owe him instead of the other way around. Then he can graciously assure them not to worry about paying him back, instead of worrying himself.

They reach the bedroom. The bed is covered in stacks of boxes and other crap, as is a good portion of the rest of the room. Valen eyes the blobs that must be the boxes. He hefts one up. To his horror, he finds that his limbs feel just a bit weaker than they usually do. It's been well over 24 hours since he's fed at this point, and he's starting to get quite hungry. He hates the idea of leaving, though, almost as much as he hates the idea of feeding here in front of either of them. Just wait for a bit, you've gone much longer without eating than this before. Neither of them will notice, they won't think much of it. You're still plenty strong. "Where should I put this?" He wants to say ma'am, but Liz already expressed her negative feelings about that.

Liz also grabs a box off the bed, moving it to stack onto the boxes on the floor. "I figure we can just clear off the bed so it's usable. I gotta go through everything, probably with Jim, and decide what to keep. Then we can grab some sheets and a blanket."

"Easy enough!" He makes quick work of moving the boxes, almost feeling like he's obligated to use his massively superior strength to get done as much as he can. He can't very well go through the boxes for them though. He wonders what's in the boxes, but he politely declines from asking, figuring he can puzzle it out later indirectly from Jim and Liz talking to each other.

Jim comes up with two plates soon enough, handing one to Liz. "Here ya go, mushroom omelet. Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to ask." He turns to Valen. "Why were you collecting mushrooms in the middle of the day anyway? That's how he found me. I was mid-escape and he was like, foraging."

"Oh," he says, blushing fiercely. Why was this so embarrassing to talk about? Probably because everyone told him it was stupid, and he wasn't convinced it would work. "Well, I'm trained in the sciences, and I was collecting them to use in a pet project of mine. There don't seem to be many around, though. They may not thrive at the latitude I was searching."

"Well, if you ever wanna forage in human territory, give me a heads-up ahead of time and I'll make sure hunters in the area know you're chill." Liz says. "You're obviously not gonna take anyone. You did the opposite."

Valen's heart warms at Liz's offer. He has friends, he has friends who like who he really is and help him with things he actually wants to do. "Thank you."

"Ooh, science. What's the pet project?" Jim asks between bites.

Valen turns to Jim. "Um, well it isn't very far along, but, but, this is a peculiar species of mushroom that produces a substance remarkably similar in structure to hemoglobin. I was thinking that if I could distill it down, I could use it to make an artificial blood substitute to use for feeding."

"Dude. You have to keep working on that," Liz says, extremely interested. "If you can get something like that working, it could save lives."

"Kane would never go for mushroom blood. He's all about prestige." Jim rolls his eyes. "It sounds super cool, though."

"That's the one that took you?" Liz asks.

"Yeah. Should've heard him when he came knocking at Valen's place. Had a temper tantrum when Valen sent him packing. Oh hey, speaking of blood, you've gotta be hungry." Jim points out. He's not exactly stoked about being fed from, but… it's not Kane this time.

Valen would be gentle, he knows it.

Valen is about to start explaining about how the nobility wouldn't ever accept it, but that it could potentially reduce the impact of the large-scale horror of the blood farms, when the pivot into talking about him feeding sends his anxiety spiking. He hasn't struggled with disordered eating for a while, not since he'd gotten more in control of his own diet, but all the shame and guilt are resurfacing. He can't feed from either of them. They're his friends, he can't see them as food. What if he starts seeing them as food before people? What if he can't go back to blood packs? He doesn't trust himself, it could go wrong in so many ways, especially with Jim.

"That's all right," Valen says. "I'm not hungry." Unfortunately, it's pretty obvious he's lying with the way it comes out, and he cringes.

"Hey." Jim sets his plate down and goes to squeeze Valen's hand. "You fed me. I'm gonna feed you. You're not going hungry in my house. What's wrong?"

Valen bites his lip and shakes his head. "I can't, I-I've never fed directly from a human before. I can't put a name and face to my food."

Jim's spent so long being told he's food, not a person. Valen telling him he doesn't want to make him food because he's a person… he doesn’t know what to make of that. He feels warm inside. "I appreciate that. A lot. How about I get you a cup or bowl or something, 'kay?"

"I-I suppose that would be fine. Just, just maybe do it in a different room, if you don't mind?" He is really freaked out by the possibility of becoming a monster like Kane if he isn't careful. It was one thing to know some human somewhere out there got paid a nice sum to have their blood drawn, which was then made available to his demographic generally. It was entirely different to know someone was right here in front of him and was going to be bleeding and hurting for him specifically.

He was already one of those people who had trouble accepting help, accepting someone else's flesh and blood is even worse...not to mention it makes him feel like he owes someone else, bodily, which he hates hates hates. He tries not to cry. He would almost rather just go hungry. But Jim had said it so kindly and understandingly.

Jim doesn't like the idea of being in a different room from Valen, but he guesses he'll have to get used to it soon, since Valen's going home tomorrow. He doesn't know how he'll cope being alone at night, without him. Vulnerable.

Valen's reluctance makes him feel safer, though. This isn't like with Kane, taking what he wants with no regard to how Jim feels. Valen treats him like a person. There's no pressure.

"Sure, yeah. Liz, can you supervise?" He definitely can't do this alone.

"Course."

They go downstairs. As Valen waits, the smell of blood wafts up: soon followed by the undeniable sound of crying.

So Jim has overestimated his ability to handle this, after all.

Valen also starts crying, but he's afraid to go downstairs to Jim. He probably doesn't want to be near a vampire like this, vulnerable and bleeding and scared. Valen hates himself so, so much. He wishes he could eat anything else. He wishes he were dead.

A little bit later, the humans come up with a mug of blood, both with bandages on their arms. Jim's still teary, but he relaxes a little when he sees Valen: unbeknownst to Valen, for whom faces are still fuzzy.

Jim hands him the mug. "Order up. Hey, you okay?" he asks, his own voice a little trembly.

Valen takes the mug miserably. He feels sick at the thought of drinking it, knowing how much distress it'd caused Jim to get it for him. "Thank you for doing that for me," he says hollowly. "I'm sorry it distressed you."

"It's mostly mine," Liz says, patting Jim on the back. "Took over when it got a little much. Don't worry about it."

"Yeah. Plus, it was my choice. Our choice. You didn't force me or anything. I just, I just got bad memories. And I got scared. I'm okay now. Don't beat yourself up about needing to eat," Jim adds.

Despite Jim's words, tears spill over in Valen's eyes. "How-how can I not?" he cries. "When my entire existence is predicated on making others suffer? No matter how hard I try, I'll never be anything other than a creature of blood. Someone will always have to bleed and be in pain as long as I'm alive."

"Hey, that's not true." Jim gives him a hug. "You saved me from having to bleed and be in pain for the rest of my life. You drink that ethical stuff from the shop. I doubt people who sell their blood are really suffering. I've donated blood and plasma before... everything, and it was a piece of cake. Plus, you're working on your mushrooms. You're a really good person, Valen. You're good."

Valen puts the mug on the end table nearby so he can hold Jim, but he's having a meltdown now, probably because he's hungry on top of all the stress. "I-I haven't always been this way, Jim, I drank the blood of blood farm victims for decades before this. I'm s-so ashamed that, that what it took for me to realize was-" He gives a wail and pulls away from Jim. "I married into the family that owns and operates the blood farms, Jim, and I did nothing for the longest time to try and stop it."

He folds in himself, arms above his head, crying so hard he can barely speak. "What does it matter that I saved one human when thousands of them are ground up by the cogs of my society every day? Nothing any of us can do can ever make up for the oceans of blood we've all spilled. I'm a monster, Jim. I deserve to die. We all deserve to die."

"Liz, give us a minute?" Jim says.

"Sure, yeah. But that stuff's not true, Valen." She leaves them.

Jim directs Valen to sit on the bed, arm around him. "It matters that you saved one human to me, okay? To be Kane's... you get treated like nothing. Less. Food, or a punching bag for him to take his shit out on. Without you, I'd either have died of dehydration out there, or I'd spend the rest of my life as his, with crushed ankles to boot. You took me away from all that. You let me be a person again. You didn't have to do that. You could've turned me in for cash, you could've kept me and made me yours, but you didn't. Sure, I’m only one human. But–but it's my entire life. You gave it back to me. Your husband's a piece of shit. You're not him, you're literally trying to divorce him. A lot of vampires are monsters–so are a lot of humans–but not you. Never you."

Valen hiccups, feeling so small next to Jim now. "I just did what any decent person would have done." He takes a moment to let what he just said sink in, then he sniffles and wipes his face. "Thank you, Jim. I'm, I'm sorry you tried to do something nice for me and just got a meltdown in return. Hearing you say all that does make me feel better. Can I..." He extends his hand towards the end table, just a little bit. "Can I maybe drink it now? I c-can't imagine being this hungry is helping my emotional stability at all."

Jim grabs the mug and hands it to him. "Knock yourself out. It's not your fault, I just... got spooked. I feel a little better now, though. It's better when I'm with you."

"I'm glad. I'm glad my being here makes things better, not worse." He sips the mug, trying not to make the connection to who the blood came out of.

#whump #K+J #angst #whumpblr #hurt/comfort

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davyjoneslockr · 2 years

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wait the mista thing reminded me do you remember that one quote murolo makes abt his stand being divided... what do u think that means if we apply it to mista bc murolo knows abt like bad company and the. other stand I forgot but he knew Things and ur the mista person.... so enlighten me if u can with ur very cool thoughts

YES I think about this so much. Like literally the first thing that came to mind when Murolo mentioned that was "wait. Mista though."

(For reference/anyone who hasn't read PHF, this is the quote in question:)

Obviously, by the time of Purple Haze Feedback, Mista has a "hollow pit inside," caused by the grief of watching his loved ones die and, very likely, having no other support mechanisms to process it (he's isolated from Trish, and his relationships with Giorno and Fugo are rocky, at best). At the same time, I think the Sex Pistols being a colony stand has to stem from something further back - after all, they've been a colony since he obtained them years prior (and his backstory seems to imply that, even before the stand arrow, they'd existed on some level, though they hadn't yet manifested).

If I can refer back to that Fugo and Mista post, I think what split the Sex Pistols might have been his very OCD-coded thought patterns. Just as All Along the Watchtower (a stand made from a deck of cards, which puts on performances with the "stage name" The Watchtower Troupe) reflects Murolo's belief that the world around him is flimsy and unstable, and that he can't trust anyone and must put on facades to avoid being betrayed; and how he claims Metallica, Bad Company, and Harvest reflected their own users' "hollow pits;" the Sex Pistols are another facet of Mista's life that give him routines and structure, even if it seems irrational to others. He actively has to take care of the Sex Pistols, feed them when they need to be fed, keep them in line behaviorally, etc, or he'll be defenseless, and tangible harm could come to him. Forgetting to, say, give the Pistols lunch would be, in Mista's mind, no different than taking the fourth slice of cake; in both cases, performing (or not performing) a specific, seemingly unrelated action puts him in danger.

The other thing that's interesting about the Sex Pistols, though, is that they're completely sentient. Historically, we see this with characters that have a strong resolve: Koichi, Trish, Giorno, and so on. At the same time, there's characters whose stands behave independently because they lack control over themselves - namely Fugo, to the point where Giorno expresses fear that Fugo dying without coming to terms with his anger/finding self-worth could cause Purple Haze to run wild like Notorious B.I.G. In a way, I think Mista's both; he has incredible resolve, yes, but it takes the smallest, most arbitrary thing to destroy that confidence. From his manga profile:

So the Sex Pistols are sentient, but unlike Echoes Act III, Spice Girl, or Gold Experience Requiem - who may act outside their user's conscious wishes, but always for the best - the way they behave is sometimes to Mista's detriment. They'll get distracted, fight with each other, feed into Mista's paranoia, and so on.

Going back to that Murolo quote does make me wonder, though - based on his theory as to why a stand splits into a colony, why aren't some other stands split? It would make a lot of sense for Purple Haze, Moody Blues, and Voodoo Child to be, for instance, because I'd say that Fugo, Abbacchio, and Sheila E all have their own "hollow pits" that shape them as people. Beyond Vento Aureo/PHF, it'd even make sense for Polnareff, Kakyoin, and Jolyne, off the top of my head. I'd even argue, if Keicho's obsession with his ambition is what made Bad Company a colony stand, shouldn't Giorno have a colony stand? Then again, maybe this implies something about Giorno - that, even if he tries to hide it, the people in his life are more important than his dream. Or maybe I'm just reading too much into this.

But thank you for bringing this up, this Murolo line lives in my brain rent-free and I've been looking for an excuse to talk about it with regard to Mista forever lol

#i kinda wish we had seen the sex pistols in action in phf. i want to know how this new 'hollow pit' would have changed them #because mista is a changed person and it'd be interesting to see his stand reflect that #jjba #purple haze feedback #jjba headcanons #guido mista #sex pistols #cannolo murolo #sure i'll tag him too

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I was wondering if you would be interested in going into how you’re handling Calia in TPtMB. I believe you mentioned in the comments on one of the interludes that you didn’t like how Blizzard handled her (as if you couldn’t say that for a lot of WoW characters lmao) so I wanted to hear more about your take on her.

I'll paste the relevant chunk of that comment reply here to get us started:

The problem with Calia in canon, as relayed to me by mylordshesacactus, is that she does not come off as sinister/offputting/uncanny in lore at ALL and she really, really should. She should at least be punchable. The devs are like "no she's perfect and her desires are 100% reasonable and in fact ideal for everyone else" and uh, yikes bro. Uncritical validation of her wish to take over Lordaeron and the Forsaken. ...So it's not gonna be rampant character bashing but she's NOT a good person and in particular she's not Great about respecting the agency of others. Oops. Good thing Alleria has a really stable sense of self, right?

Calia is, I think, really the only character where I'm paying a whole ton of attention to what she does in Shadowlands, just because she doesn't do much of interest before that.

A brief outline:

Calia Menethil is Arthas's older sister. She's friends with Jaina, when Jaina's in Lordaeron (see here for discussion of that, but tl;dr, a few weeks a year, not much more than that), but she's a few years older and Jaina is in her teens, so "friends" encompasses a wide range of affiliations that are not necessarily BFFs. Calia was supposed to be used as part of a marriage treaty but instead she married a guard and had a kid; neither of them ever come up again after the fall of Lordaeron so they're obviously both dead (altho fascinating story potential here where the husband becomes Scourge. Anyway).

She survives her brother's slaughter of Lordaeron by uh, it's not super clear. Thanks Blizzard. In fact the entire 20 year period between the Third and Fourth Wars is left sort of vague. Somewhere in there she becomes a priest of the Light, and she affiliates with a few Forsaken who are not fond of Sylvanas--and that's where this starts to get weird.

Because up until this point, Calia is a sidestory. She's Arthas's tragic sister. You can reconstruct some points of personality (notably, Miss Always Gets Her Way) and I would loooveeeee to know what's happening when everyone else is trying repeatedly to kill her brother, but mostly? Who cares.

She turns up a little bit in Legion, and then REALLY becomes a character in the leadup to Battle for Azeroth. And that's where it becomes clear that Calia's purpose in life is to inherit as ruler of Lordaeron.

And just in case you were unaware: There isn't a Lordaeron anymore. The population is 95% dead or undead Forsaken, and 5% completely absorbed into the surviving human kingdoms, because it has been twenty five years. The land itself is variously Fucked Up and claimed by the Forsaken, extremely Fucked Up and claimed by the Scourge, or tenuously normal and overrun by the Scarlet Crusade, who as you might guess from the name, are super not normal about religion.

Notably, there's not a power vacuum here or a group without a leader.

That's fine! She'll just take the Forsaken defectors. And uh, some land. Somewhere. Sylvanas doesn't really want Lordaeron City/the Undercity, does she? (She does.)

And the thing is, this is all fine. Like this is batshit insane noble privilege, Calia hasn't had anything to do with these people for twenty years or more, she has absolutely fucking nobody, she basically turns up to the Alliance and says "Hi make me queen of Lordaeron" and expects that to work out for her, she's categorically deranged. It makes sense that Anduin and Genn go for it, because one of the Alliance's Things for the last twenty years has been to retake Lordaeron (and repopulate it with WHO, Varian, it's not like you have an excess population yourself anymore), but it is definitely like. There is something unwell about this woman.

Except that Blizzard seems to think her claim justified (something something if you write enough hereditary monarchies you start believing in them).

The problem isn't that Calia wants to take over the Forsaken (and does, in Shadowlands). The problem isn't that she tries sneaking defectors away at the Gathering (and gets shot for it, oops). The problem is that the narrative validates her.

The writers think that Calia is the rightful ruler of Lordaeron, that she's the rightful ruler of the Forsaken*, that Sylvanas is Evil TM, and that literally everything Calia does (including a friendly working relationship with Faranell, who is, I cannot emphasize this enough, a war criminal actively engaged in inventing new chemical weapons) is objectively correct.

Which is nuts, and irritating, because among other things Calia is of the belief that the Forsaken can be healed (...) by treating them with the Light, which okay. Sure. I'm sure that will have no side effects, and also like, healed of WHAT.

* Sidebar, but demographic math says that a significant percentage of Forsaken must be quel'dorei who absolutely are not subject to Lordaeron under any understanding. Whoops?

So what am I doing with Calia? Well, as per canon, she's Little Miss My Way Or The Highway, she thinks she knows better than literally everyone else (incl Tyrande and Thrall), she thinks she's the rightful ruler of the Lordaeronians who are now Forsaken, and she is fairly fanatically loyal to the Light.

I just think that's all pretty damn repulsive and am writing her accordingly.

#asks for ts #Anonymous #the parallels btwn calia and turalyon are. not subtle.#alleria did not jump into a healthy and equal relationship is what i'm saying here #the power to manipulate belief

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chawarin-panich · 8 months

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PLEASE write sandray as old endangered turtles trying and absolutely failing to get mating right to the consternation of 20 conservationists I'm begging you

you have to understand that not a single person in the actual fandom wants to read this but you are the reason the sun shines in the morning so here you go: Title: Logbook of a Conservationist Scorned Pairing: SandRay, TopMew, BostonNick Rating: G (R if you're a tortoise) Summary: What does two ancient tortoises, an Engineering Student and a murderous parrot have in common? Simply, they're all out to ruin Mew's life. Note: Their pronouns are what they are, they’re tortoises free of social dogma. Suffice to say, I am not a conservation biologist and I know nothing of tortoises or parrots.

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Part 1: "Ray knows how to be alone. He's good at it. Alone, he doesn't have to think about love or wonder if he's worthy of it. Alone, he can live with the peace he's made with himself, away from all the flaws that would be reflected in another's eyes. In Sand's eyes, that only seem to hold contempt for him, seeing with shocking clarity the ways that he fumbles and the ways that he disappoints.

Ray has convinced himself that he likes the solitude of his enclosure, the bounty of mealtimes that he gets to keep for hims-"

Professor Yo sighs loudly, her hands going the bridge of her nose to indicate the start of a headache, "Mew, what the fuck."

"I don't think you can talk to me like that." Mew says, leaning back into the chair he's in, sulking.

"I don't think your committee will approve fucking tortoise fanfiction in lieu of a thesis." She bites back unimpressed. "There is only so many ways I can write Specimen 5675 and 5676 refused to move an inch from the corners of their mating enclosure"

Professor Yo sighs again, "And yet when auditors from the National Science Foundation will want records of your notebook that is the only thing they'll want to read."

"You don't know every auditor at the NSF" "Mew!"

"Fine. Fine. I'll write it up properly. I'll be sure to add how you live a life entirely devoid of joy or whimsy in the footnotes." Professor Yo ignores his jibe, "Good and the condition of 5676's sperm?" Mew rolls his eyes but doesn't argue, it's her job to ask after all, "sperm count above average, motility excellent, pH and morphology normal. Look they haven't so much as looked at each other in three weeks, not since The Incident. Sand's sperm is not the problem."

"And artificial insemination?"

"Ray doesn't take to injection. It's not an uncommon phenomenon in tortoises. Not only is this species critically endangered but we know too little about their mating practices even from closely related species. You need to let me take them out of their enclosure." Professor Yo nods as appeasingly as she can, “I understand your point but we have to prove that we have exhausted all insemination strategies to the department before they'll approve our liability waiver. Have we?” Mew tries his best not to roll his eyes, “I’ve injected him at various times of the day, tried differend food combos, simulating known tortoise mating rituals before too-

“Mew, have we or have we not exhausted all avenues of artificial insemination?” They stare each other down for a few long moments before Mew gives in, “Fine I’ll contact the engineering department.” He leave's the office as haughtily as he can.

~ From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Looking for collaborators on tortoise prosthetics project

Dear all, I am Mew, a fourth year PhD candidate in the Biology Department and doing my thesis on the mating behaviors of local tortoises and reptiles. A chapter of my thesis is dedicated to achieving the successful mating of a critically endangered tortoise species housed within our department's Animal Husbandry program. One of our current strategies, is to make a prosthetic mating apparatus to help our tortoise Ray on his wonderful journey to motherhood. I am looking for a dedicated engineering student who can help me build this apparatus. We can pay a small consultation fee along with my eternal gratitude (paper authorship negotiable). Looking forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Mew

~ From: [email protected] To: [email protected] RE: Subject: Looking for collaborators on tortoise prosthetics project

Before I agree I want to make sure I’m getting this right. You want to make a tortoise dildo? Best,

T ~ A/N: I haven't forgotten about the muderous parrot

A/N2: As promised murderous parrot appears in Part 2

#ofts fanfic #sandray fanfic #ofts #nani writes #nani's writing shenanigans #yes the parrot's to come in part two #or maybe three i dont know yet

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I played Death Stranding and I have...questions.

I considered posting about these things as they came up while playing, but figured that as soon as I started talking about it, Tumblr would start throwing spoilers in my face. So instead of having to tiptoe through that minefield, I've been saving it up until I beat the game and could talk about it freely.

Spoilers ahead, read at your own risk!

Why the heck are the cities all named "____ Knot City"? Why would they not use the names of old cities or even towns that used to be roughly in the same location?

Why does no one use ordinary surnames anymore? There's literally no reason for people not to use them a mere generation (if that) since the apocalypse.

WHAT THE HECK KIND OF NAME IS DIE-HARDMAN THAT IS THE STUPIDEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD

For that matter, why has so much changed in such a short time? The last president was still around in living memory, so the Death Stranding just happened a few decades ago at most. And I don't think this is set super far into the future - not like Horizon: Zero Dawn, for example, where it makes sense that no one remembers what life was like in 21st-century America, because it's set a thousand years in the future. Everyone over a certain age in Death Stranding can remember what it was like before, so why is everyone acting like they're unearthing some incredible archeological find when they discover that people used to...I don't know...play video games?

Carrying unborn babies around in a tank because their mothers are braindead and thus connected to the world of the dead and so the babies can detect the presence of the dead...may be one of the creepiest things I've ever done in a game before. And I can't decide if this is a pro-life thing or not, because there are soooooo many mixed messages of some characters insisting that BBs are just tools, and others who treat them like actual babies.... I mean, I saw Lou as a person from day one, and clearly, Sam came to the same conclusion since he named Lou...but I just wonder what the creators of the game were thinking when they implemented that.

Okay, I get that not everybody knows that BBs even exist, but of those who do...why are more people apparently not bothered by carrying around what is apparently a human child in a little tank??? Wouldn't it take an awful lot to convince people that the thing that looks and acts like a human child is in fact not a human being - when you can literally see everything they do, you can hear them crying, they are fully formed, so it's not like they're weird-looking little fetuses? Do I just have too high a view of humanity?!

WHO THE HECK DECIDED THAT THE OMINOUS GHOSTLY SPIRIT THINGS THAT CHASE YOU DOWN TO PULL YOU CLOSER TO DEATH SHOULD BE CALLED "BEACHED THINGS"??? WHY DID THEY GO WITH THE STUPIDEST-SOUNDING, LEAST INTIMIDATING NAME THEY COULD POSSIBLY THINK OF?! I was creeped out when they were just BTs, because that sounds kind of ominous, but as soon as I found out what that stands for, I burst out laughing. They'll never be truly intimidating again.

Why is there an online option at all in this game? Does anybody actually play with it turned on? I immediately went, "lol, nope" as soon as it was explained to me. If I wanted to play an MMO, I'd go play World of Warcraft (or whatever the kids are playing these days).

Why. On Earth. Are bodily fluids used to make grenades. Were they trying to make you feel like a monkey throwing feces around? Why is showering and using the freaking toilet an actual gameplay element? (What is this, The Sims?) Why is there a button you can press to pee on the ground while on the road? WHY DOES A HOLOGRAM OF A MUSHROOM APPEAR TO MARK THE PLACE YOU JUST WATERED THE GRASS???

Why is the tonal shift so severe when you're in a private room? Sam goes from being a stoic grumpypants who just kind of grunts at people, to making faces and breaking the fourth wall. Is this...supposed to be funny? Is what happens in private rooms outside of canon? No, that doesn't work, because there are quite a few plot-advancing cutscenes that happen in private rooms....

Why does Fragile chew so weirdly?

WHY ARE THERE ACTUAL LITERAL MONSTER ENERGY DRINKS IN THIS GAME AAAUUUUGH THE PRODUCT PLACEMENT IS SERIOUSLY MESSING WITH MY SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF DX

Why on earth is there a random hologram of Aloy and a Watcher from Horizon: Zero Dawn? All it does is serve to yank me out of my suspension of disbelief and remind me of a game that does a much more convincing job with the post-apocalyptic future of North America.

Why bother with the whole repatriation thing? Did we really need an in-universe explanation for why you can come back to life if you get a game over? Like...it's not going to make anyone forget they're playing a game. And they didn't do a great job of establishing right away whether or not Sam retained his memories after that scripted repatriation at the beginning. Left me very confused for a long while. If they wanted him to survive his wife's voidout, he could have just...not been there when it happened, you know? (Upon reaching the end of the game, I understand a little better why they did it this way, but I still think it's a bit clunky.)

Why the heck is Conan O'Brien in this game? Like, I can sort of understand Guillermo del Toro, I guess, but....

What's the point of making the MULEs addicted to oxytocin or whatever, so far gone that they're compelled to steal people's packages for the high of it? That's...really stupid and unnecessary. Seriously, you could just have them be bandits. People who are hostile to Bridges to such an extent that they attack porters on sight, or who have broken away from others and created their own little communities, and they have no qualms about stealing packages from people, in case they might contain valuable resources.

Why does nobody in this world know how to use emojis? Were all the mail messages written by boomers?

Who on earth hired the actress who played the Chiral Artist, and why didn't they get someone to play that role who could actually act?

Why is it that all the significant NPCs in the game are so...unique? You've got Mama and her BT baby, not to mention that she doesn't decay after she dies and is somehow alive in Lockne's body. You've got Deadman, who is a literal Frankenstein's monster of corpses stitched together. You've got Heartman, who undergoes cardiac arrest and gets revived every 20 minutes.... I mean, none of the characters important to the story are just normal people dealing with the Death Stranding. They're all one of a kind. Which isn't bad, per se, but it sort of stretches my suspension of disbelief. It would be one thing if it was a deliberate gathering of exceptional minds or something, but it feels like they all just "happened" to be working for Bridges or something. Am I being too picky here?

Why is Higgs that creepy? I mean, I totally dig how hard Troy Baker leaned into the craziness of the role, all slick and sinister, wearing a chiralium mask shaped like a skull, blipping in and out instead of walking two paces just because he can...but why have him smear tar around and lick it off his thumb? Why have him lick Sam's face? It just seems...rather excessive to me <_<

Who on earth came up with having Sam compare himself and Amelie to Mario and Princess Peach? Or for that matter, who had the atrociously lame idea of "Mario and Princess Beach" being an actual line of dialogue we had to hear with our own eardrums? Because I think they need to be fired. Kojima-san, if that was your idea of 'humor' or something, please fire yourself. You're not allowed to string words together anymore.

So...wait. Is it supposed to be a surprise that Clifford Unger is Lou's father? I mean, if it was believable for Sam to not have figured it out a long time ago, that would be fine even if I was pretty sure - that's just dramatic irony. But, like...Sam has been seeing visions of Lou's memories pretty much every time he hooks them up. That's canonically backed up in-story. I find it really hard to believe that Sam wouldn't have pieced it together in all that time.

When Die-Hardman finally takes off his mask...there's nothing unusual about his face? I was expecting some kind of disfigurement from timefall or something, but he looks completely normal, and yet everyone starts muttering in shock?? Is the surprise supposed to be that he's actually completely normal???

WHY ARE THERE TWO CREDIT ROLLS?!?!?!?! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ This game take so long just to get through the ending....

Why is this game so fun and addictive despite being so wonky and weird? I loved it. Couldn't stop playing ^_^

Now that I've finished, I am so confused by the timeline and who Sam actually is, so I'm headed off to go research what the heck is up with this game @_@

#death stranding #what a weird game #yet strangely addictive #i cried at the end (because of lou of course)#but i doubt i'm ever going to play it again or any sequels or anything #just a bit too weird and lame at times for me :/

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blnk338 · 1 year

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creative notes 3!!! (nsfw mentions)

Mentioned in Chapter 22: Violence Isn't Always the Answer. Sometimes It's Soup. I lightly hinted that Rigo is trans.

Rigo and Reaper's relationship was deliberately written as if she were annoyed by him in the beginning; it's one of the first things she mentions about him. This was intentional because I wanted the readers to get to know Rigo on their own without blasting everyone with how wonderful he was-- I wanted to see if people would judge him differently if he were initially introduced as annoying. Much to my overjoy, everyone loved him.

Speaking of which, I was actually kind of afraid that people wouldn't like Rigo or Gallagher. I was nervous that I was going to get comments asking me to stop focusing on Rigo's silly antics or meeting Gallagher's son and wife. Luckily, I've found quite the opposite for both Gallagher and Rigo :)

RWYS was supposed to be set up where Reaper and Ghost hated each other for the first fourth of the story, friends for another fourth, then in love for the rest but then Ghost just had to get wood up the ass, and... well... they just bonded. Oops?

I've had a few conversations with a dear friend (not tagging just in case :)) about Ghost being demisexual, and I think it makes a lot of sense! Therefore canon in RWYS.

On top of that, I've had a lot of people approach me and ask if either Reaper or Ghost were written autistic in RWYS and, in all honesty, neither was intentional and I just wrote them how I felt was right, but I'm 100% alright if you think either or both are!

In Chapter 4: Feelin' Frosty?, Reaper was supposed to get hit and have Ghost freak out and take care of her, but I quickly realized that Reaper wouldn't have a title within the 141. That's why I had her go the medical route (also mentioned in Chapter 14: A Grave Situation).

Reaper actually liked medicine and enjoys helping people. The entire reason she asked Laswell for the information and educational pieces was so that she could better keep her teammates safe. This does conflict with her reasonings for dropping out of college, but again, this was intentional. Reaper was trapped in a box by her mom to do something that her mother wanted her to work in; nursing wasn't Reaper's choice. However, choosing a medical route for her MOS was her choice. Reaper took hold of something that used to be oppressive and turned it into something she owned as part of herself.

Seen in Chapter 14: A Grave Situation, Rigo gifts Reaper two cringy shirts. One about hot girls cumming and another about her massive penis. I know they're funny and a little corny, but that was also intentional. A. They're both in their thirties and they're allowed to be silly. B. I wanted to add a little bit of internet culture from a few years ago/in the early 2010's and 2000's because of what years they experienced their teens/early adulthood. So yeah, they might be a little "old" with some of their jokes, but they're still funny even if they're not joking about ten-hour-long compilations of metal rods being thrown into the ground.

#rwys cn #rwys notes

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#xiantober Day 7: Bikerxian

Wei Ying is in his fourth and final year at Starfleet Academy. Soon enough he'll be graduated and assigned to some ship to go out into space. Which also means that this is his final year seeing all his friends nearly every day. He's gonna miss them.

Most of all, he's going to miss his best friend of them all, Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan is a half-Vulcan student at the academy and when Wei Ying first saw him, he knew he had to befriend him. Most people view Lan Zhan (and Vulcans) as boring and stuffy, but not Wei Ying.

He has so much fun when he's around Lan Zhan. Talking to him, teasing him, debating with him, making him show irritation towards him, you name it. He loves it all. Lan Zhan is his dearest friend and he worked hard to get Lan Zhan to view him the same way.

It took a while, they definitely had quite a rocky start, but Wei Ying likes to think that it was his intellect that finally showed Lan Zhan that he'd be wonderful friend material. (So, maybe he was showing off around the Vulcan a bit, can you judge him?)

Anyway, they finally grew closer and now, in their final year, Lan Zhan has even vocalized that Wei Ying is his best friend. Wei Ying is the happiest man in the world at that, but he knows what's coming and he's not looking forward to being separated from Lan Zhan.

Sure, they could end up assigned to the same starship, but there's no guarantee, not when they are just starting out.

He's going to make the best of this final year with Lan Zhan. There are so many things they've never gotten to do that he wants to do with Lan Zhan.

The problem is Lan Zhan, in his infinite logic, has always turned down some of the more... risky activities. Which, fair. But he wouldn't be Wei Ying if he gave up easily, now would he?

The thing he wants to do most is give Lan Zhan a ride on his motorcycle.

He's asked many times and been shot down every time because "It is dangerous, Wei Ying. Are you aware of the number of motorcycle-related injuries that occur every year?"

Blah blah blah.

Wei Ying has been riding for years and he's been perfectly fine!

Unfortunately, Lan Zhan's response when he points that out is to look at him with the tiniest hint of disapproval and say, "It only takes one accident, Wei Ying."

Ugh.

He hates how right Lan Zhan is. Stupid logic. The only way to win is to out-logic his logic.

This year, he is determined. More so than ever before due to the impending doom of quite possibly never getting to see Lan Zhan again. He's fully prepared to state his case.

With that in mind, Wei Ying marches off to Lan Zhan's room with purpose.

Lan Zhan answers the door quickly and Wei Ying smiles warmly as Lan Zhan's expression softens ever so slightly at the sight of him. Oh, how he adores his best friend.

"Heya, Lan Zhan!"

"Hello, Wei Ying," Lan Zhan replies. "Come in."

He does, plopping down on the couch.

"How are you, Wei Ying?" Lan Zhan asks as he closes the door and makes his way over to pour them both some tea.

"Good. Great now that I'm here with you," he says, grinning.

"Mn," Lan Zhan replies, pouring tea. His hair is hiding his pointed ears but Wei Ying knows they're pink.

His best friend is the cutest.

"You?"

Lan Zhan sets the teapot down and moves Wei Ying's cup over before picking his own up. "I am also great"—he takes a slow sip of tea—"now that you are here."

Wei Ying flushes. "Ah, you..."

Lan Zhan smiles. It's a small thing.

"To what do I owe the visit?"

"What? I need a reason to come and spend time with the most perfect man in the entire universe who just so happens to be my best friend?" Wei Ying squawks indignantly.

Lan Zhan raises a sharp eyebrow.

"Fine! You got me, I came to ask you something." He takes a steadying breath, mentally going over his talking points as he sets his cup down. "I really want to take you for a ride on my motorcycle. Now, before you say what you always say, hear me out!"

Lan Zhan stares silently.

Having the Vulcan's full attention is... a lot. But he can do this. He can.

"You always say that it is dangerous, and while that may be true, there are many things we can do to mitigate much of the risk. I have full outfits with padding for the both of us to wear."

He takes a breath. "I also promise that I will drive at the speed limit, I will obey all traffic laws, I will stay on paved roads, I drive with caution. And, before you tell me that it is still a risk, so is what we are going to school for! Traversing space has many risks!"

Wei Ying can tell he is talking too fast, but he can't stop now. So, he continues. "I mean you know just how many starships have gone down for one reason or another, or just acquired damage that resulted in losing crew. There's so many risks out there! More than on a motorcycle."

"So, yeah. That's all I had to say about that. Thank you for listening."

Wei Ying sits, tense, watching Lan Zhan's face closely.

"You did not ask a question?" Lan Zhan states.

"Huh?"

"At the start, you claimed you came to ask me something but nothing was ever actually asked."

Wei Ying blinks. "The question was /implied/ and you know it!"

The corners of Lan Zhan's mouth tick up in amusement. "Mn."

"Aish, you and your silly teasing!" Did Wei Ying mention he adores Lan Zhan? "So, what do you think, then? About my not-actually-a-question question?"

Lan Zhan takes another sip of his tea and Wei Ying feels like he's going to vibrate out of his skin if he's kept on edge any longer.

"Yes."

"What?"

"Yes. You may take me for a ride."

Wei Ying's eyes widen in shock. "Seriously?"

"Mn, you made many valid points."

He laughs. "Oh, I'm so happy right now! Thank you, you won't regret it!"

Lan Zhan nods. "I trust that I will not."

Wei Ying feels positively giddy. He gets off the couch and practically launches himself at Lan Zhan, hugging him tightly. Lan Zhan, long used to this, hugs back.

"You're really serious?" Wei Ying asks against Lan Zhan.

"I am. Your logic was sound. I am merely surprised it took you this long to make these points."

Wei Ying pulls back and gasps. "Were you /waiting/ for me to make a proper logical argument for this?"

Lan Zhan turns his head to the side but Wei Ying catches the way his lips curl into a smile.

"Betrayal! Betrayal by my best friend!"

Lan Zhan shrugs (SHRUGS!) and glances at him. "You are the one who failed to make such a simple logical case earlier. It is not my fault."

Wei Ying puffs out his cheeks as he pouts. "Cheeky bastard."

Lan Zhan looks at him, fond, and asks, "Would you like to go for a ride now?"

Immediately dropping the petulant act, Wei Ying abruptly stands. "Right now?" Lan Zhan nods. "Yes! Let's go!"

He grabs Lan Zhan's hand and pulls him out of his room. They quickly make it to Wei Ying's room and Wei Ying flits around grabbing everything he needs. "Here," he says, tossing Lan Zhan a white and blue leather outfit. "Put that on. I'll get changed in the washroom."

He all but runs into the washroom and puts on his own outfit. He's buzzing with excitement. Sure, he won't be going as fast as he would normally like, but Lan Zhan is coming! Finally! He doesn't think he's ever been this excited about something.

"You done out there?" he asks through the door once his own black and red outfit is donned.

"Yes."

Wei Ying opens the door and immediately gets the wind knocked out of him by the sight of Lan Zhan. He is a very attractive man in general but Wei Ying feels weak right now.

Lan Zhan wrapped in a leather motorcycle outfit. White gloves on those beautiful hands.

Wei Ying is suddenly having a bit of a crisis that he was not anticipating.

Lan Zhan bends over to tie his boot and Wei Ying is greeted with the sight of Lan Zhan's ass in tight leather.

He chokes.

So...

Perhaps he's having a lot of a crisis.

Lan Zhan rights himself and turns to look at Wei Ying. He's not too proud to admit he made a sound like a wounded animal. Maybe this was a bad idea, but he can't back out of it now. With that, he steels himself.

He grabs his helmet and keys, tossing the other helmet to Lan Zhan (who catches it with ease) and heads out the door. Lan Zhan follows closely as they make their way to Wei Ying's bike.

Wei Ying settles on it and looks to Lan Zhan. "Ready?"

"Mn."

"Alright. You get on behind me and put your feet there," he says pointing to the foot pegs. "Then you just uh... well, you hold onto me. It works best if you kind of lean into me and wrap your arms around me." He feels his face heating up as he talks.

Wei Ying clears his throat. "Then for turning, just lean along with me. If you need to stop at any point just tap me three times in a row and I'll pull over. Sound good?"

Lan Zhan looks over the bike before his eyes settle on Wei Ying. He nods.

"Right. Well, hop on then!"

Wei Ying is not freaking out about the fact that Lan Zhan will be hugging him from behind for an extended period of time. He is definitely not thinking about how he'll be between Lan Zhan's legs.

He is having regrets.

He is losing his mind.

Lan Zhan puts on the helmet.

The motorcycle shifts as Lan Zhan gets on behind Wei Ying. Wei Ying tenses as Lan Zhan situates himself, strong arms wrapping around him and a firm chest against his back. He takes a grounding breath. He can do this.

He exhales, forcing his body to relax.

"Ready?"

"Mn," Lan Zhan replies and he feels it against his back. Oh, he is weak.

Wei Ying puts his helmet on and starts the motorcycle. It roars to life between his legs and the familiar purring of the engine soothes him. He lifts the stand. "Hold on," he says before he starts to drive.

Lan Zhan's arms tighten around him as they start to move, but after a couple minutes of calmly and safely driving along the roads away from the academy he starts to relax against him and Wei Ying can feel Lan Zhan enjoying himself. It makes him smile.

They lean together around turns and Wei Ying wishes they could have more of this. More of them, together.

More touching.

He... wants.

It's kind of a horrible time to realize that you're actually deeply in love with your best friend but it is what it is.

Wei Ying drives on, thrumming with the realization that he's in love with and has been in love with Lan Zhan for quite some time. It's a strange thing to suddenly find out and yet it's not nearly as frightening as he would have thought it would be.

It feels right.

They make their way further out until he feels Lan Zhan tap him three times. He quickly pulls over and stops.

He flips the visor of his helmet up and turns to look at Lan Zhan. "What's wrong?"

Lan Zhan lifts his visor and shakes his head. "Nothing is wrong."

"Okay. Then why'd you ask me to pull over?"

Lan Zhan's gaze shifts around before he quietly admits. "You may go faster if you wish."

Wei Ying's eyes widen. "Are you serious right now?"

A nod.

"You're not worried I'll crash us?"

"I trust you."

Wei Ying stares.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. Then, louder, "You really mean that? You're truly okay with me speeding?"

"Yes, Wei Ying."

A breathless sort of laugh bubbles out of him. "Okay." He smiles. "Yeah, okay. Hold on!"

They lower their visors and Lan Zhan does as told.

Wei Ying starts the engine and pulls out onto the road. There's a long, straight stretch not too far away and the road is not busy right now. He grins, giddy with glee and overflowing with love.

He increases the speed, following the curves of the road with ease.

Then, when they hit the straight stretch, he accelerates even further. They fly down the stretch before slowing into another turn at the end. Wei Ying pulls back on speed but still goes over the limit for the rest of the ride. He makes his way out of the city to a lookout cliff.

Once they arrive, he cuts the engine and removes his helmet. He whips around to look at Lan Zhan who is removing his helmet.

"How was that?" he asks in anticipation.

Lan Zhan considers that for a beat. "Thrilling. I can see why you so enjoy riding."

Wei Ying laughs.

"Then I'm glad I managed to finally logic you into coming for a ride with me." They stare at each other for a heated moment before Wei Ying gets overwhelmed and turns back around. "Have you ever been here before?"

"I have not."

"Hop off, you have to see the view."

Lan Zhan gets off the motorcycle and Wei Ying follows, putting the stand down and setting his helmet on the seat. Lan Zhan places his own there as well and follows as Wei Ying guides him toward the edge of the lookout. There's no one else here right now, it's just them.

He hears Lan Zhan gasp quietly when they reach the edge. The whole city where the academy is is visible from here, spanning out below them. The sun is setting, painting everything in a golden wash. Wei Ying stares at Lan Zhan, watching him look at the city.

Lan Zhan glows in the light and Wei Ying wants to kiss him. Just as he's about to shake that thought from his mind and turn his attention away, Lan Zhan turns and meets his gaze.

"Lan Zhan," he whispers.

"Wei Ying. May I kiss you?"

"Yes," he wheezes.

And then they're kissing.

Wei Ying feels electric. Lan Zhan's lips press against his own in a way that feels like coming home. He can't believe they've never kissed before. Lan Zhan deepens the kiss and Wei Ying melts into it, wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan's neck while he grips Wei Ying's waist.

They kiss for what feels like a lifetime, suspended in the golden light of the setting sun. Warm and right.

Eventually, they pull away.

"Wow," Wei Ying whispers. "How long have you been wanting to kiss me?"

"Since we became friends," Lan Zhan replies simply.

"Hah... Me too."

"Mn?"

Wei Ying nods and rests his head on Lan Zhan's shoulder. "I just didn't realize exactly what I felt until recently. Very recently."

The sound of laughter startles Wei Ying. He pulls back and stares as Lan Zhan laughs with a bright smile on his face.

"Beautiful," he finds himself saying.

Lan Zhan kisses him.

They kiss there in the setting sun for a while, the city down below them. The ride back to the academy is smooth and they spend the night in Wei Ying's room.

Later on, after they graduate, they do end up assigned to the same starship. It's the start of a wonderful, beautiful journey for the pair of them. Together, they traverse the universe and find comfort in each other. Wei Ying has never been happier.

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yeowangies · 1 year

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Can I request NSFW prompt #124 for Raditz where the reader keeps teasing him by switching into sexy costumes every hour and pretends to not know why he's turned on? The smut prompt list is on @rainysoot page if you need to find it.

PAIRING: Raditz/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, light spanking, dom/sub undertones, rough sex. WORDCOUNT: 3255

Notes:

I had so much fun writing this because I would actually do this to whoever I'm dating, I'm that bitch (then again, who isn't).

These are the costumes I mention in the fic (some of these are not even costumes, they're straight up lingerie, but man I LOVE THEM): first, second, third, fourth.

“Bulma, what did you buy me? I only asked you for one outfit.”

“I know, but you were ranting so badly that I knew I had to do something.”

“So getting me FOUR outfits is your solution?!”

“Definitely!”

“And you even got me a bunny costume… I thought that was your thing…”

“Well yours is pink.”

“I can see that… And it’s velvet… Ok, I like it.”

“See, I don’t know why you’re complaining.”

“I’m not, it’s just… four costumes is too much, don’t you think?”

At least there’s variety. You have tried lingerie in the past, but sharing your experience with Bulma made you realize that Saiyan apparently do not care about that. The only thing Raditz kind of likes is a satin nightgown you wear sometimes, but it’s not that he likes it but more like you like it and he fucks you while you wear it. Surprisingly, it hasn't been ripped off yet.

“Does Vegeta actually like any of those things?”

“Well, he did like my bunny costume.”

“Really?! Would have never guessed he was into that…”

“I know, right? He doesn’t like lace but he likes that? Saiyans are weird.”

“I wonder what Goku likes now…”

“I don’t think his mind goes that far.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Goku and Chichi have been married for years, and spent the first five years alone together, what do you think they did? Certainly not play card games.”

You hear the front door open, and quickly hang up.

“I gotta go.”

“Good luck!”

You kick the box with the costumes under the bed and head for the living room to greet Raditz. He looks tired and dirty, like he always does after he comes back from training, and you quickly urge him to shower, which he does, looking at you curiously as he goes into the bathroom.

What you’re going to do may be a little mean, but you wonder if he would even realize that what you’re going to wear is meant to be sexy. Would he even care? You’re positive he’s going to notice by the third or fourth outfit change, if the first ones don’t work. You have to start with the least revealing one after all. But, in the best case scenario, Raditz will not only notice, but you might even rile him up. You grin mischievously, hoping that the latter happens quickly.

The angel costume is cute. Barely seems like a costume, but more like a cute pastel pink dress, a little too short maybe but still, a cute dress. You feel silly putting on the halo and the wings.

When Raditz walks into the kitchen after showering and putting on clean clothes, you’re already there, innocently making tea.

“What are you wearing?” You hear him ask behind you, and he does sound confused, and you smile as oblivious as you can, before turning around.

“Do you like it? It’s cute, right?”

“I- I don’t know…” He frowns, looking at you up, down, then up again. “Do humans actually wear that to go outside?”

“Of course!” You lie.

“...Why is it so short?”

“Oh, yeah, I don’t think this is really my size.”

It is your size. And the purpose of the dress is for your ass to be seen if you were to bend over a little. But you aren’t going to say that.

“Do you like it?” You ask again.

Raditz shrugs, keeping his eyes fixed on you for a moment before going to sit at the table.

“It reminds me of that dress you wear to sleep sometimes.”

You pout at his apparent indifference, and quickly serve him his tea.

The wings are uncomfortable, you can’t wait to take them off, but you notice the little glances Raditz throws your way. He is interested, but he isn’t doing anything about it. Maybe you should inspire him more.

As you go through the rest of the costumes in your room, you realize how raunchy the rest of them are. The last one in particular… it’s too much, and you’re going to be embarrassed to even put it on, but you still have two outfits to try on before that one. The maid costume is next, and it’s sexy while being wearable, even if almost completely see through. Looks more like actual lingerie than a costume.

You peek into the living room to see Raditz watching TV (it amuses you how easily he has grown to like watching series and movies). Breathing in deeply, you walk into the living room, casually striding towards the kitchen.

“What is that?!” You hear him sputter behind you, and you try to contain your smile as you turn around to face him.

“What?”

“That thing you’re wearing!”

“Oh, it’s a cute outfit, isn’t it?” You ask breezily.

Raditz narrows his eyes at you, and you notice the tip of his ears getting slightly red. You purse your lips so as not to blatantly laugh in his face.

“Are you fucking with me?”

“What? No? What are you talking about?”

“I doubt human women actually wear that to go out.”

“Um, well, you’re just not into what’s trendy right now…”

“I literally never see you wear shit like that.”

“I’m just trying to be a la modé, ok?”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“I’ll take it off if you don’t like it.” You sigh, feigning offense.

“...No, that’s fine.”

You can feel his eyes on you as you start preparing dinner, more specifically on your ass, the skirt left very little to the imagination after all, and you only had your panties underneath it. Raditz is staring, but why isn’t he doing anything? He was never this hard to break before. Except the times he was completely oblivious to your insinuations, that usually involved flirting with words on your part, not walking around in flimsy tiny clothes. Maybe he just isn’t that into the outfit, as cute and sexy as you thought it is.

Time for the heavy artillery then. The bunny outfit is next.

Raditz is still staring intensely when you leave the kitchen to walk into the bedroom, and for a second you think he will actually follow you. But when he doesn’t after a minute, you quickly put on the pink velvet body, along with the ears and other accessories.

When you go back into the kitchen again, he actually splutters the water he’s drinking at the same time he drops the fork he has in his hand, loudly clinking once it falls on the floor, spilling food, and making you frown.

“Hey, you’re gonna have to clean that now!”

“Why do you keep changing clothes?!” Raditz yells, clearly flustered. “And what the fuck is that?!”

“What?” You ask, playing ignorant.

“That thing you’re wearing!” He squints from his seat, carefully taking you in. “You… actually look like some kind of rabbit?”

“It’s a bunny-”

“It’s so short! I can see so much of you!”

“It’s supposed to be like that.” You clear your throat and roll your eyes. “It’s, uh… nice, right?”

Raditz is eying you like he’s trying to determine whether you’re serious or playing some kind of joke on him, and you quickly look elsewhere so you don’t end up snickering in his face. You know for sure the outfits are having some kind of effect on him when you notice that he’s blushing hard.

However, that’s all he does, stare and blush.

Why is he not doing anything?

You’d be offended if it isn’t for the fact that you have sex practically every day. Besides he has that look in his eyes you know too well, he’s practically devouring you with an intense gaze that never leaves you as you walk around in the kitchen.

You don’t know why he’s holding back, but if the last outfit doesn’t work, you’re going to be furious.

Especially because it’s not even an outfit, it’s basically lingerie, and extremely raunchy at that. Probably on the verge of being vulgar. But then again, Bulma bought it so you didn’t expect anything less. It has to work. You can’t even play innocent while wearing it, it’s going to be painfully obvious you’re trying to provoke him when you put it on.

Trying not to blush and feel embarrassed about wearing something so revealing, you peek into the living room from the bedroom. Raditz is not there, and you hear water running from the bathroom sink, noticing the door open ajar. He’s probably brushing his teeth. As silently as possible, you walk into the living room, picking up the plates quickly to put them on the sink. For a second, you consider getting on top of the dining table to pose or something, but you already feel a little silly while wearing the lingerie set, and it isn’t exactly the most comfortable either, so you desist.

You freeze when you hear the bathroom door close, and turn around to see Raditz standing by the hall. His eyes widen as his gaze travels up and down your body several times, and you cannot help your own blush this time around. Neither of you speak, and you bite your lip, feeling a little more embarrassed the more he just keeps his eyes fixated on you without moving.

You jolt slightly when he walks towards you, and in the blink of an eye, you’re pressed against the table, cheek flush on the cool top with his hand on your back, keeping you in place, and you cannot help the loud yelp that leaves your lips.

“What are you doing?!” You ask him, flinching when he squeezes your ass.

“Don’t pretend to be so innocent.”

His hand on your ass squeezes your flesh again, and you gasp when he suddenly slaps you on your right cheek, not really hard, but it still surprises you. The next slap is on your left cheek, and you moan this time, bracing your hands on the edge of the table.

“Look at me.” Raditz says, the hand on your back traveling up to tangle his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back enough so you can turn your head. There’s a frustrated yet completely alluring grin on his face when you gaze at him. “You were trying to rile me up, weren’t you?”

You smile mischievously, arching your back to better show off your curves to him.

“Oops, you got me.” You say flatly.

He chuckles darkly, letting go of your hair as both of his hands slide towards your waist, digging his fingers onto your skin before moving downwards again. He kneads your ass once more, and you jump slightly when you feel two of fingers running over the fabric covering your sex. As he presses them deeper, rubbing from bottom to top, you moan.

“You’re already wet, and I haven’t done anything.” He teases you, and you huff.

Before you can retort, he moves the panties aside and slips two fingers inside you, making you gasp. He’s pumping them in and out of you with deliberate force, slowly yet hard, and you’re almost embarrassed listening to the wet sounds his moves produce; he was right, you’re wet and he really hasn’t done much. Your idea of riling him up by changing clothes has definitely affected you as well if you are already this turned on.

Then again, Raditz had bent you over the table in the blink of an eye, and that’s always a turn-on.

You squeak when he turns you over so you’re lying on your back, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He has a feral look in his eyes, and a wolfish grin adorning his face, and you blush under the intensity of his expression, desire pooling in your abdomen. When he runs a heavy hand over your sternum and down your stomach, you’re not too far gone to know he wants to tear off your clothes.

“Hey, if you like this, do not rip it!” You warn him.

Raditz looks at you like he’s considering it before nodding quickly. You sigh, relieved; you want to keep the set if it’s that powerful. He plays with the strings on your stomach before running his hand up your chest, pushing the bra up to free your breasts. You moan when he slides his fingers over one of your nipples, and whine when he pinches it.

Leaning in, he takes a nipple into his mouth, licking it gently as his hand finds your entrance, easing two fingers in again. You pant, running your fingers through his hair, tugging at it when he grazes his teeth on your skin. Tightening your legs on his torso, you squirm under his ministrations; you’re more than ready to have him inside you already. But he seems to be enjoying himself, especially when you cry out as he sucks on your nipple, feeling the smirk on his lips against your skin.

“Stop teasing me…”

“Why? Weren’t you doing the same thing to me all day?”

“I- ah!” You gasp when he pumps his fingers faster. “Yeah, but-”

He’s chuckling again, sliding his lips up towards your neck, running his tongue over your jaw.

“I knew you were doing it on purpose.”

“Yeah, no shit.” You huff, exasperated.

You whine when Raditz pulls away from you altogether, clinging tightly to his shirt.

“Take off your clothes…”

He smiles smugly at you and surprisingly complies, muscles flexing when he takes off his tank top and tosses it on the floor. You’ve seen him naked plenty of times, but it still leaves your mouth hanging open every time you see him undressed. He leans down to kiss your stomach, licking around your belly button as he pulls his pants down just enough to free his cock. You wiggle impatiently, pressing your feet on his back to get him to hurry up and fuck you already.

“Impatient much?” Raditz pulls away and smirks down at you.

You glare at him as he untangles your legs easily off his waist to prop them on his shoulders, his tail wrapping around on one of your thighs.

“I should really make you pay for teasing me so much.” He says, sliding a hand over one of your breasts and pinching your nipple, making you gasp.

You look at him, worried; surely he wouldn’t keep teasing you, would he? He must be hard already and not in the mood to delay his own pleasure.

Luckily, you feel his erection gliding over your folds soon enough, and you cry out when he pushes in all the way in one swift move.

“But you look too tempting to hold off much longer.” He groans, staring at you with pure lust in his eyes.

Raditz doesn’t give you a chance to say anything, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in hard, making you moan loudly when you feel him hit inside you just right. Setting a rough pace, he holds tightly onto your legs, digging his fingers in your skin as his hips snap against yours. Loud noises spill from your lips and you can’t help it, he’s fucking you hard and fast, making your body jolt with his every move.

Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you run your nails down his arms, almost desperately. That vicious pace he has set is already making your legs shiver, and his cock is so thick, it fills you up so good, your mind going blank with every thrust. One of his hands slides down your thigh, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing it harshly, making you clench around him in response. He groans, his pace faltering as his hips jerk forward, and you mewl, clinging to his biceps.

Raditz fucks you hard often, unless that’s not the mood any of you are in at the moment, and you love him for it, but it feels different this time. He’s rough, almost brutal, and you briefly wonder how powerful the lingerie set is if it triggers him this way, and how powerful you are while wearing it.

You’re aware he basically just started fucking you but the heat in your abdomen is tightening faster than you expect, every thrust of his hips against you pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Closing your eyes and throwing your head back, you clearly feel the table moving dangerously underneath you, hear it creaking loudly with Raditz’s every move, as well as the loud smack of skin slapping against skin, and his low grunts and groans every time his dick slips in and and out of you. It’s becoming too much too quickly.

A whimper escapes your lips when one of his hands strokes your breast, tweaking your nipple, before sliding down your abdomen. Your entire body jolts when he rubs your clit with his thumb, and you gasp, digging your nails on his arms.

You try to warn him about your impending climax, but Raditz leans down and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, swallowing down every one of your moans. Your legs are pressed against your chest, and you’re completely bent over and at his mercy while his fingers work you closer to your release. You’re breathless as his hips snap forward, pumping his cock into you hard, not letting up for one second, and you quickly wrap your arms around his neck, hands tugging at his hair to somehow let him know you’re going to come soon.

“I know you’re close.” He groans against your lips with a shaky voice. “I want to feel you come.”

Raditz keeps his gaze fixed on your face when your orgasm washes over you, your body quivering underneath him. Pleasure pulses inside you, making your mind go blank. You clench around his dick, and he growls deep in his chest, hips snapping forward roughly.

Shortly afterwards, he comes with a low groan, thrusting in deeply, hands holding tightly onto your legs. You whimper when his cock throbs inside you, filling you with cum, and your body shakes when he pumps into you, riding out his peak.

Your arms untangle themselves from his neck and fall limply on the table when Raditz kisses you, feeling almost completely drained to even return it. You kiss, lazy and sloppy, as he lets go of your legs, tail unraveling itself from your thigh.

The afterglow only lasts a few seconds before he pulls away, slipping out of you. You get to blink idly at him a couple of times before you’re promptly turned around, once again with your cheek pressed flush against the table top.

“Wha-”

“I’m not nearly done with you.” Raditz sneers with a hand on your back, keeping you in place. “You teased me the entire day, you think you can get away with it?”

When you open your mouth to reply, a stuttered moan escapes you as he starts eagerly rubbing your clit. Your legs tense, overstimulated, and you grip the edge of the table tightly, afraid you might actually fall off of it at the abruptness of his touch.

You don’t have it in you to protest much, voice almost gone from the first round, and you’re dreading how many times he’s actually capable of putting you through orgasm after orgasm; yet at the same time, you cannot wait to find out, and you already feel heat blooming in your lower abdomen once more by the time you feel his cock pushing inside you.

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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His Queen Pt14

"Thank you so much" I say to the man whose name I learned to be Jo

"Your very welcome. It's not everyday you get to met a Queen of Egypt" I chuckle "I'm deeply sorry for what happened to you in the past, but I'm glad we have been able to reunite you with your husband once again"

"It's a shame none of us will see you again. Maybe one day we can convince Larry to ask you guys to visit"

"I'd like that"

"Amunet!" I hear a familiar voice yell making me smile

"Go to him. Hopefully we will see each other again"

"Thank you" I turn and run to Ahk whose holding his arms out wide. I hug him as tightly as I could

"I missed you so much my love"

"I've missed you more"

"Are you ok?"

"Oh Ahk it was awful" we turn to walk into the museum, but Ahk turns around to Jo

"Thank you for bringing my wife home safely"

"My pleasure. Now I best be off before sunrise. Goodbye you Majesties" Jo bows then gets into his plane and sores into the sky

"Kahmunrah was there and he held me hostage...." I tell Ahk what happened as we make our way the Egyptian exhibit. I then realise my sarcophagus isn't here any more

"Share with me for now. It will be a little cramped, but there's room" I smile at my husband

"I love you Ahkmenrah"

"And I you Amunet" we share a kiss before getting into the sarcophagus and falling asleep.

A few months later

We have all been working hard as the museum has been renovated. Larry had the idea that we would be 'paid actors' at night time so that we can still be here in the morning as wax or in my case a dead artefact

"My name is Ahmunrah, fourth king of the fourth king and this is my wife Amunet daughter of the moon god. My parents gave me this tablet some 3,000 years ago, entrusting me with one of my people's most prized possessions"

"Does it do anything?" a young girl asks us

"Do anything?" I repeat

"Yeah. What's the point if it doesn't do anything?" another little girl asks

"Tell them my love" I smirk

"Actually, it has a magical power that brings all the exhibits to life"

"No, really, what's it do?" Ahk looks at me and I smile at him shaking my head

"Nothing dear. It's just for decoration"

"I knew it" the younger girl whispers. They move on and this time a little boy and his family come over to us

"Good evening" I smile at the family. The little boy looks at us in awe. Ahk begins telling our story to the parents

"You're very pretty" the little boy says still amazed

"Thank you" the little boy hugs me

"You toddler stop hugging the displays" Dr McPhee walks over to us

"No its ok sir. Ahkmenrah and I always longed for a child of our own. Unfortunately seeing children running around here learning will be as close as we will ever be"

"Well, just don't get the costume dirty" I roll my eyes as he walks off

"Ignore him"

"Are you the real king and queen?" the little boy laughs

"We are"

"Come on now let's see who else is around. Thank you for speaking to us" the mother smiles at us.

Once everyone has gone home Ahk and I go our exhibit

"I wonder where our baby is" I frown taking of my wig and letting my natural hair flow

"We could ask Larry to find out"

"How would the tablet affect her. She died in my womb, so her growth would be stunted right?"

"I don't know my love, but the tablet does things no one ever thought was possible"

"So your saying if we found her she may be able to grow?" I frown at my husband

"I don't know. Only my father knew the real secrets of the tablet" I sigh feeling defeated "I'm sorry my love. I know you wanted a baby and still fo . So do I, but you could count looking after Jed and Octavius as having children. They're always getting into trouble. Or dexter. I know his a monkey but still"

"It's ok Ahk, thank you for trying to cheer me up, but I'm ok. As long as I have you I don't need anything else. I love you"

"I love you" we kiss each other before getting into our sarcophagus for morning.

#a night at the museum #ahkmenrah imagine #ahkmenrah x reader #ahk #ahkmenrah #larry daley

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here's my (very late) review of snc's second episode of season 2

aka "Our Terrifying Encounter at Most Haunted Hotel"

(which now reading back as a title, doesn't make sense lmao)

so after the quasi-high that i felt like episode one was, i was excited for this episode; even if it included amanda who i haven't always loved.

starting off the episode, i actually really like that snc started with a flash forward into later in the night to give the viewers a look at what's to come. i think that was a nice touch.

one thing that i do find funny is why do snc always do the history of a hotel in the middle of hallway? like, what's the point of that. you couldn't go into your room and just do the history there haha

the lady in red's room was honestly my favorite room, both bc of decor and also bc of the history in it. hilariously, i kinda think the lady in red's room looks like colby's, just in an au lol

i do find it a bit strange that amanda and mackie didn't feel welcomed in the hotel. my only thing with that is, i've been in situations like that before with the paranormal, and i just don't understand why they didn't (or at least amanda who can talk to the spirits) say that they weren't there as competition and were just there to investigate.

i also think it's a bit strange bc personally, and this is just me, if i felt like the ghost was trying to one up me, or make me feel uncomfortable, i would probably just back down a bit. no need to puff my chest out and prove i deserve to be in a building or room to the spirits.

the joke about the minors/miners ran thin very quickly.

also, it's so strange to me that the clown motel and the mitzpah are so close to each other. that's so weird.

i sometimes wonder why snc and co always feel like everything that happens to them in a haunted location is related to the paranormal. like the knocking or creaks, the light turning off in the bathroom, literally anything small, their immediate reaction is "omg it's a ghost". mind you, they go to these hotels that are like 100+ years old. are they expecting the hotel to not make a single sound or have the occasional faulty wiring??

onto the investigation/tour:

"did you just call that elevator?" ….. HOW SAM? HOW WOULD SHE HAVE DONE THAT??? i swear sometimes, i want to reach thru the screen and shake sam to death and scream "JUST BELIEVE IN SOMETHING ALREADY"

tour guide… i like her.

again, small stuff like a beaded dressing swaying…. c'mon lol

i kinda wish snc would show when they start to feel drained or their emotions changing during a paranormal investigation. bc that's a huge sign that the spirits, regardless of good or bad, are effecting you.

colby just commenting "little dicks" about the kid ghosts lmaoooo

so down in the basement, this is where the beginning of every girl in this video feeling like their head or hair is being played with. and can i just say… i grew so tired of this so quick. like, once or twice, sure. i can see that happening. but after the fourth or so time, i was like "maybe your hair is just tickling you and it's making you think you feel something". i've had long hair my whole life, and i've felt shit like that before. hell, i've felt like there were bugs crawling in my hair when in reality it was just my hair moving from being up or stuck on something.

those fingerprints were 100% there before hand. in the words of zak bagans: DEBUNKED.

so for the session they did in the basement - was a bit strange, but nothing too crazy. the rem pod, i'm starting to believe is either off or broken bc it does this like almost every investigation. also, why did they put it in such a weird corner of the doorway? why not in the dead center? or further down where they could see it?

and all the little bumps and bangs they heard… i feel like i said this before, but if not, i would PAY snc to use another external microphone and just place it somewhere in the room they're in when they investigate. that way they have another one going that isn't directly next to their mouths so all you hear is them screaming.

and then the bank vault, that was a dud. sorry. like nothing happened, that room wasn't even scary. and what is it with colby leaving money for dead ppl lol

then whatever that one little voice box session was, while they did get some stuff, i don't think it did anything either. also colby pointing at himself when sam said "if you come up to the fifth floor with us, we'll give you a good paycheck"… that man really wanted to get fucked by a ghost lmao

the conference room - i actually thought this room was really interesting. first them walking in and hearing the jumping or multiple knocks was really cool. however sam saying "is someone on the couch" while literally pointing the camera to an empty couch was………. annoying lol

so the boo buddy thing, i'm sorry, i don't believe it whatsoever. but it is interesting and kinda funny to just listen to a bear say "can you touch my tummy" multiple times. and then all the crazy stuff that followed was really fun. it did seem like whatever was in the room with them was playing around and just touching everything. it felt like they left this room really early or abruptly, which sucks. but i actually really enjoyed this room.

that jumpscare clip that used to transition from the conference room to the fifth floor… i hate them so much for it.

all of them splitting up and going to different rooms on the fifth floor, i think that was a smart move to make. what wasn't was giving amanda and mackie the lady in red's room. like, clearly she doesn't like them and also, colby wanted to get his thang on so why not have them in different rooms lol

colby feeling off in any haunted location always makes me feel both bad for him and nervous. bc it usual means that place is off kilter for sure. but i do find it hilarious that he was willing to soldier on in the hopes that he vomited on camera sksks

i thought it was a bit weird that amanda and mackie both thought they were getting ignored just bc they had residuals in their room instead of rose or an intelligent spirit. clearly rose was in colby's room. and sam…. was doing his own thing lol idk, sometimes i wonder how sam's mind works bc he just starts spit-balling things and i just end up side eyeing him the whole time bc what are you on good sir?

colby and his charm is really gonna get him fucked by a ghost one of these days. i find it so funny he was just saying all this shit only for him to be like "wtf am i doing".

@xplrvibes pointed this out, but colby was a goner if he had stayed in that room longer than he did. miss rose was about to tko his ass to sleep. literally when he ended up answering the door, he looked stoned. like, what did that spirit do to him lololol

can i be honest? i would have loved if snc had either ask hotel employees or just looked up the history to see if there ever was a terry in this hotel at some point. that way they would know that that name coming thru would have made sense.

so the estes method was actually really cool, and i do think it was one of their better ones. the beginning, right when colby first started, sounded… very sexual to me. especially when he said "you feel it inside of you". that… was just so strange sksksks

also… idk why colby laughing when he said red made me very uncomfortable but… okay.

it was clear to me that i think they were talking to rose, but also to either other guys that used to be at that hotel or just someone else in general. i think rose was the main person, but someone else was talking to them too. or they were picking up residual ppl.

so once colby said "they were interested" it immediately made me think that there are men spirits that still linger around in the hotel and that's who was touching the girls' hair. not rose, but the men that used to go there.

the discussion they had at the end about rose not being able to move on until she finds someone new made me really sad. that's such a shame she was killed. and knowing how history can be twisted, i wonder if she actually cheated on her husband, or if he just got jealous and killed her.

overall, i think i'm gonna rate this one like a 3.5/5. it was decently good, but something about it was just… missing. idk what, but i just wanted more from it. i think a lot of cool things happened, but…. idk how to describe it, i just wanted more. but that doesn't mean i think this episode was bad, i actually genuinely enjoyed it a lot.

and as for the next episode… when i saw the preview, i knew i wasn't gonna love it. but oh boy, i didn't know it would be that low lol i'll try to post my review for it sooner rather than later.

#sam and colby #sam golbach #colby brock #season two #personal #text

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Tartra's 2023 Mystic Knights of Tir Na Nog Masterpost!

I've had so much fun this year getting back into this 25-year-old show. It's been an absolute blast, and I think it calls for a little snapshot of everything I've got flying around right now. I love having random ideas and mashing them all together, but I also love keeping them separate too. If I start really building on a piece of it later, I can keep the rest intact. :D

So here's that round-up! Some of it will overlap because I'm occasionally referring to a specific post within the thread, and I refer to the thread itself later too.

Also I'm missing some. I'll keep searching for the others. (edit: i think i found everything!! :D)

Angus and Magic

Angus' Affinity for Magic

This was me trying to figure out how the magic in this show worked (just to get some general rules), and how Angus seemed to be more capable and aware of it than the guy who was raised as a druid's apprentice. It mixes in with some ideas about how maybe Cathbad was indirectly training Angus as an apprentice too. Not actively, of course! But in quiet recognition of how Angus has a seemingly natural talent.

Fairies in the Show

This was the thread where Schimmelspore's big, beautiful brain kicked off the Fae!Angus idea in my head. It was about how the Tir Na Nog fairies (and Midar) interacted with all the humans, what they thought of them, and how Angus seemed inexplicably similar to how the fairies already acted. It's also got a very fun villain-arc for Rohan, and some thoughts on how the poor guy's gonna eventually crack under all this pressure.

Fae!Angus

The thread's got four long posts, and there's a super decent chance that I'll be adding on to it later, too. It started with exploring how Angus being a fairy could fit in with the story, then how it could play out in the show as dedicated episodes (with arcs to do with fairy hunters and a neat war between the Tir Na Nog fairies and these other ones), and now I'm trying to fine-tune the idea as something cool but not too flagrantly over-powered.

That last part's been harder than it sounds. I'm bouncing back and forth on a lot of ideas. The fourth post has it so Angus is just a normal, non-royal type of fairy among this group, with his memories of being a fairy too, but the fairies themselves are human-sized, supernaturally hot, and powerful enough for a seven-year-old fairy to crack through a human sorceress' ritual. That's not unusual for legends about fairies, but in terms of fitting in with the show, the only thing stopping it from being too absurd is how Angus never learned to use his magic before he left. He technically is powerful, but can't access that power. He's only done it once. Yay - it doesn't contradict what the show says, and it doesn't make him ridiculously overpowered all at once.

The Romance and the Polycule

✨THE ORIGINAL✨

Me formally divebombing Schimmelspore 💖 and the whole exploration of how much 👀 Deirdre and Angus are giving each other in this show, the unmistakable attention they're all paying to Angus, and how that is inevitably going to evolve into many, many dynamics after starting with Angus at their centre (because the guy apparently can't resist these arrogant royals 🤣)

Formally Shipping Angus and Deirdre

The audacity of this show to treat Rohan/Deirdre as the end game when her and Angus are busy making out off-screen. 🙄

Casually Shipping Angus and Garrett

"uwu are you mad at me garrett? what are you gonna do about it?"

I have no shame, idgaf

Lmao Angus and Garrett Again

The chaos of these two. They're a pair who go from 0 to 60 in three seconds.

Rohan and Flirting

I'm not saying he doesn't like girls! I'm saying he tries a little too hard to prove he does the second someone expects it from him. XD

Everybody Fighting Over Angus

This started with me noticing how much Deirdre's touching Angus throughout the show - uniquely, I might add, 'cause she's not doing that with the others. Then it became a whole, wonderful, angsty saga that was like a prelude to my Setting Everyone Up thread. This has:

Angus flirting with Deirdre

Angus hooking up with Ivar and Garrett

Rohan getting pissed off and jealous 'cause uhhh he had no idea Angus was ever an option and he's had a thing for Angus since they were teens

Angus starting to really goddamn resent that everyone thinks he's so 'accessible' and being trapped by all of them

Ivar genuinely caring for Angus and Angus being like "haha sure you do"

Ivar desperately trying to get Rohan to back off because Angus is actually having a breakdown from all of this

Rohan having his own crisis because he can't fix anything and made everything worse

Angus going Full Self-Loathing Depression because what did he expect here, happiness?

Deirdre and Garrett being like ":3 this is nice, I wonder what the other three are doing"

Setting Everyone Up

Super long concept for a full relationship across all five Mystic Knights. :P It's very much only meant to be one possible way everyone would get together, since I like to jump from idea to idea so often. It's also meant to be the earliest possible points of when they get together, which leaves room for everyone to change their dynamics over time. Most of the partnerships are romantic, but some are platonic for now. A lot of the sexual elements are "use your imagination" because I don't want to lock anyone into a particular dynamic (especially not at the beginning), and because at least one of them (Angus and Garrett) is intentionally not locking onto anything.

Not totally sure when this would happen. The easiest way to hand-wave it is probably "some time after the show ends, but there was definitely casual stuff happening throughout the whole season, you can't tell me there wasn't, Deirdre."

Conspiracy Shipping for Ivar and Angus

"There was definitely casual stuff happening throughout the whole season, you can't tell me there wasn't, Ivar."

Rohan and His Friendship with Angus

Rohan's 'Real' Family

This talked about Rohan really appearing to downplay the importance of Angus in his life, and constantly overlooking him to talk about finding his 'real' family. It was before I thought more about Rohan's character; I still think he downplaying it, but now I also think he's just too much of a kicked puppy to put what Angus means to him into words - and Angus, being the best friend ever (thanklessly), knows Rohan well enough to get that that's what's happening, and recognizes what Rohan's always trying to say.

Fin Varra's Test of Courage

This got into how Rohan's actually very scared the second he's out of his element. He is brave when it comes to battles, but he crumbles easily when it's something interpersonal. It's like my key take on Rohan's character, because it leads into how bad he is at resolving any problems he has with his friends (especially when it comes to Angus), and that's a self-fulfilling prophecy for the endless abandonment issues the guy's always oozing (especially when it comes to Angus). Fire: burns bright, smothers fast.

The Hut

This pairs (like wine uwu) really well with the Theoretical Second Season episode about the two of them as kids. This one's about their living situation - how and why Rohan probably even has that hut, and how it's almost definitely tied to the guy's endless abandonment and self-esteem issues. :') Here he is, people-pleasing at Angus as hard as he can and trying to buy Angus with a house.

Rohan and Angus Being Nerds

I don't think this counts as a season two episode lol - I don't even know where it'd fit in. But it's what would happen if Angus went away for a little bit, leaving everyone else to have to deal with Rohan being Rohan, and then eventually returning to immediately help Rohan continue to be Rohan. It's Poor Draganta desperately craving time to be silly, and his best friend being a best friend. <3

Angus Stuffing Things in Rohan's Pockets

Actually. No - really. Them growing up and Angus stuffing things in Rohan's pockets like a squirrel.

Theoretical Second Season (in order)

Angus and Rohan as Kids

Standalone idea for a semi-flashback episode following Angus and Rohan as they try to survive as orphans. :( Meant to be fairly sad when you think about how hard Angus worked to keep Rohan alive, and bittersweet when that work and those sacrifices really do pay off.

Cathbad Accepting Angus

Well before anything that could happen with the Fae!Angus idea, and probably near the start of the second season, we'd have a character-focused episode where Cathbad gets absolutely fed up with Angus' thievery and his constantly wasted potential. I don't think of these two as having a father and son relationship (not like Cathbad and Rohan), but I'd love for them to more or less regret the missed opportunity - Cathbad especially, 'cause he's pretty rough on Angus. This is an episode where they confront that, where Cathbad tries to 'fix' Angus and ends up regretting that, too.

The Fairy Hunters Arc

From the Fae!Angus thread, this would be a mid-season arc that starts right after/just as everyone learns Angus is a fairy. Word about a fairy in Kells gets out, Nemain causes hijinks to fuel it, and a group of fairy-hunting humans arrive and join the side of Temra to hunt this unknown fairy down. It'd have a similar feel to the Sentinels arc.

Deirdre Adjusting to Fae!Angus

From the Fae!Angus thread, this fake episode would be a fun character episode where Deirdre learns the limits of her royal authority - especially when it comes to Angus, now that he's been revealed as a fairy.

Lugad Bonding with Angus

Because I wrote this one earlier than the Fae!Angus stuff, this would have to be before Rohan's villain arc, and it'd probably be one of the many steps towards it. I'm not too sure when Lugad would be rejoining, but I think after knowing Angus is a fairy makes the most sense. It'd be more impactful if Rohan thinks he's the absolute expert on everything to do with Angus. But in short, Rohan tries to get Lugad and Angus to bond, and then he instantly starts feeling replaced. :P

Rohan's Villain Arc

From the Fairies in the Show thread, this followed the idea that Rohan - being Maeve's son - was now suddenly the 'obvious' solution to the Temra problem: if he's put on the throne, he'll simply sign whatever peace treaty Kells offers. So begins a massive wave of pressure to be Draganta and now the future king of Temra. Without any control over any of this and the crushing weight piling on, Nemain just has to nudge Rohan towards embracing his destiny - but not as a friend to Kells.

Random Appreciation Posts

The Preservation Project

The YouTube channel with the highest quality English episodes, and the link to the project website for the guy that put the restored episodes together - for anyone else who wants to watch! :D

Ivar

Just some love for the guy working so hard to find that chalice.

Rohan's Salt

"OH SO NOW YOU'RE AFRAID TO FIGHT BY MY SIDE?!"

#mystic knights of tir na nog #my stuff #good job tartra

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thisselflovecamebacktome · 6 months

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Hm i love you?? Cause Age of Pleasure and SOS are perfect albums but i agree, the racism is strong in the grammy (sadly). (Still cant believe After Hours was treated the way it was).

But if Taylor win is good too for me, is just not my favorite. And Guts is fine, i guess but Liv has time to win in the future with a stronger album (imo).

(In the R&B i need to Janelle or Sza to win. If Sza doesn't win big categories, she can sweep the R&B and Rap thx)

(Also, i like Anti Hero but i kid you not when i say that What Was I Made For changed my life so i'm kinda rooting for it ngl)

The way After Hours was treated genuinely shocked me ngl. Like was I expecting it to win given the industry's racism? No unfortunately. But the lack of nominations really caught me off guard at the time given how massive it was. Like there were no grounds that it shouldn't have been nominated on imho and it being snubbed was like the most noticeable snub of the grammys ever for me personally.

But yes! Age of Pleasure and SOS are arguably my top two albums of the nomination period (I have about 10 projects that all rotate in and out of that spot, but these are the only two that made the album of the year nominations lmao) so I'm really hoping for them.

Midnights is a bit of an interesting pick for me now, not because it's unexpected, but weirdly I think it has more of a chance now that I considered before given no country artists were nominated. Like do I think that Taylor is gonna win it 4 times so quickly? No. But that's a far less confident no than I had 24 hours ago. But yeah I tend to agree that while I understand why it was chosen, it's personally on the lower half of my Taylor rankings (not saying it's bad, and hell 1989 is my lowest Taylor ranking and it won so yeah) and I personally think SZA and Janelle had much stronger albums, with SZA having the commercial success to rival Midnights, so again they're my top two picks for right now.

Olivia would either be my third or fourth pick (it flips with Midnights). Like this may be a bit of a hot take, but I think Guts is underrated due to its comparison with Sour and the unnecessary hate Olivia gets in general. Like to me it is a perfect teen album. Does that make it album of the year? No, but I see the vision and I wouldn't blame anyone else for voting for it.

And just because we're here, I may as well give my quick thoughts on the others:

Miley: - I'm a little surprised she was nominated to be honest. Like I genuinely feel like Flowers and to a lesser degree Jaded hard carried here. Like I expected her to flood the song nominations which she somewhat has, but I am a little surprised at the amount of album love. Don't get me wrong, the album was decent, it just was a little forgettable to me and felt like it didn't gain much general public attraction outside of Flowers.

Everyone else: - Just isn't for me. I get why they were nominated, I'm not saying they're bad, I just haven't found the right song/project from them for me.

As a whole, I feel like it's a very mainstream album of the year category this year, and I do wonder how that's going to play out, but yeah again, ultimately while I'm not going to be upset with any of them winning, I really do hope it's SZA or Janelle because they have the best two albums on the list in my honest opinion.

As for Billie winning, yeah I'm kinda rooting for her for song of the year too (I know I know, Taylor is long overdue, and I'm still bitter that All Too Well didn't get it but Anti Hero is not a fave for me) and for Kill Bill by SZA or Vampire by Olivia to get record of the year to be honest.

#grammys #this is so long i'm sorry. maybe i should just make a list of who i want to win all the categories i listen to lmao

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Breaking the news

Previous part of my Fourth Wing mini fic here 😘

First part here!

Rhiannon looks at me in disbelief. I knew it would not be easy but, my heart beats quickly as she paces back and forth in my room.

"So you're telling me that you and your mother, I mean General Sorrengail, are plotting against what we were taught last year?"

"Rhy, I would have told you before but my mother needed me to keep the secret."

"Why? I thought we were best friends!"

I bite my lip. This isn't good. I knew she would be pissed but telling her everything at once didn’t sound good at first.

"My brother, Brennan, isn't dead. He is working with Xaden's father to spread the truth about the venins. They're real. Wyverns are, too."

"And you expect me to believe you? They’re just stories! And Xaden’s dead!"

"Xaden is alive. All of them are. Except Liam… He… Deigh was killed by a Wyvern."

My heart clenches. Xaden was right. Rhy needs to know the truth. She's my best friend, but even I wouldn't have believed Xaden if I hadn't seen the threat from my own eyes. The way she looks at me now, though. With betrayal clearly visible in the depths of her eyes… I can see why Xaden has tried hard to keep me out of the secret for so long. It hurts.

"You lied all this time? Even to me? Why?"

"Because of Dain!"

"Dain?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "But he's your best friend."

"He saw my memories. He forced his way into my head and saw everything."

"He wouldn't do that! He's the wingleader! The codex is too important to him!"

"He did it to me. That's how he planned the attack."

"You mean Athebyne? The war game?"

"We were sent there to die. Dain knew about it. He had come to say goodbye to me that night."

Rhiannon stares at me, trying to connect the dots. I take a deep breath, getting up and walking toward the door. We have to do this. We have to see Xaden before the others. Rhy needs answers. Answers I'm not sure I can give her.

"Come with me," I say.

"Where?"

"To see Xaden."

****

As we walk through the dark, using the path Xaden showed me months ago, I could feel Rhiannon tense behind me. She's been giving me the silent treatment ever since we left the room. I betrayed her trust, even if I don't like it.

"Feirge is with me," Tairn warns me.

"Does she know?" I ask. She must have been talking to her dragon since we left.

"She is wondering when she would finally be involved."

"Do all the dragons know about the venins then?"

"Pretty much," Andarna answers.

"Then why don't they tell the truth?" I ask angrily.

"That's not for us to tell," Tairn says before cutting our link.

The chill of autumn gets me once I open the door. Tairn and Forge, Rhiannon’s green dragon, are all waiting for us. We mount them without any words. The tension is killing me.

“How does it feel to be in the Wingleaders’ shoes?” Tairn taunts me.

“Shut up,” I grumble.

The dragon huffs and deploys his wings once we’re ready. We fly for a short moment until we reach the hiding spot. Andarna's golden scales are bright in the moonlight, Sgaeyl and Xaden beside her. I turn my head toward Rhiannon to see her raising her eyebrows. When we land, Rhy reaches for her dagger. Without any warning, she throws it in Xaden’s direction.

“You little shit!” she snarls, throwing another dagger. “You made her cry! You made her angry! You made her fall in love with you and then you lied to her like this?”

None of them touched Xaden as he used his shadows to protect himself. Sgaeyl growls, stepping forward before Feirge growls back, Tairn putting his morningstartail in front of Rhiannon.

“You deserve to be tortured.” Rhy grumbles and summons her daggers back to her.

“I deserved that.” Xaden nods, staring at me. “I’ll do anything to make her trust me again.”

"No chance," I think to myself.

“So…” Rhy walks forward around the dragon’s tail. “What’s going on here?”

#fourth wing sequel #fourth wing microfic #fourth wing #fourth wing drabble #nelweensfic #viden #violet and xaden #violet sorrengail

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