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readychilledwine · 3 months

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Monster Fucking

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

First things first, we do not yuck someone else's yum on this blog. If you are not interested in this, please scroll or check out "A Hint of Corruption" if you are in need of some Tamlin smut.

Monster fucking, or Teratophilia, is the sexual attraction to monsters, aliens, ect. In a lot of cases, the monsters are sentient beings, but not always. Monster fucking is a little controversial in the kink community with some arguing that it is a paraphilia instead of a kink and vice versa.

It has become popular in the past few years for a few reasons, but the biggest is linked to escapism and fantasy role play. Our dearest Tumblr is actually attributed to the increased interest in monster erotica as well. Most monster fucking fics tend to center around a female main with a male presenting monster, or non gender confirming monsters using tentacles. Monsters sometimes are human looking (looking at the fae with a side eye,) or there's some people who are straight up into dragons.

Teratophilia has actually become so popular in kink/taboo sex culture that it isn't uncommon to find websites selling sex toys based on monsters, the most popular being Bad Dragon. You can also find authors and artists who only write monster fucking fics such as Charlotte Swan.

Again, we do not yuck someone else's yum here. Please scroll on if you are not interested in today Bingo spot. We have a whole month of smut, I promise there will be something else for you 💚

Also a general PSA... If you are "grossed out" by this and using the excuse of it being monsterfucking, but you enjoy wingplay fics involving the batboys, Omegeverse fics, tentacle fics, Ithan shifting or Therion shifting smut fics. Your issue may not be monster fucking. It might actually be who the monster in this fic is. I said what I said. 👉👈

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And, as always, NSFW below the cut

Tamlin x Rhysand's sister Reader

Warnings - wing play, p in v, beast form Tamlin, oral (female receiving), borders on definement/corruption kink territory

A/N - we all know I enjoy the Tamlin x Rhysand's sister or Rhysand x Tamlin's Sister thing. So I wanted to give you all both for this.

You flinched as your back hit the ground, a massive paw almost crushing your chest as claws spanned both sides of your neck.

“Tam,” you hated how afraid you sounded. Years ago, there was an ounce of fear in your body for him. “Tamlin, please. I was just sent to check in.”

Green eyes met yours as he growled. He hardly seemed fae anymore.

A beast more than a make, Rhys had warned you.

You should have listened to your brother better.

“Tamlin,” you whispered again. Your hands went to his muzzle. “Tam, please. It's me.”

His growl was almost a mix of a purr. You watched as he shuttered, shifting before you, but still held you down in his fae form.

“Sending you is low,” Tamlin growled, hand tightening around your neck. “Even for your piece of shit brother.”

You knew better than to argue with him regarding his feelings on Rhysand. Just like you knew better than to argue with Rhys about Tamlin.

You stared up at him, eyes watering in fear as his grip didn't soften. You had known the day the bond snapped between you and Tamlin that he would be the death of you, and if it was at his hands you died, that was a peace you could live with.

Your hand moved from his to up his arm, down his chest, then rested on top of his heart. Feeling it beating there, no longer a mess of stone and curses. It matched your own. Echoing through your head day and night. “If I am to die at your hands right now, just know I still love you.”

Tamlin buried his head into your neck, wrapping you in his scent like a comforting blanket. “Question, my dearest Y/n.” You ran your hands to his shoulders, holding him tight against you. You nodded for him to ask. “Why is it that whenever I tackle you in my beast form, you become aroused?”

You froze instantly looking at the sky to think of a good lie. You couldn't find one. Choosing to instead look Tamlin in the eyes and utter a sentence you had only ever admitted to yourself. “I've just always wondered what it would be like to, you know..”

Tamlin smirked at you. “I am afraid I don't know, moon flower. Care to explain?” Flush began to cover your sunkissed cheeks as you looked away from him. “Y/n, do you want me to fuck you as my beast?”

Hearing the question out loud had heat pooling between your legs, a coil tightening already as you laid below him.

It was taboo.

It was dirty.

It was something you'd never even be able to speak of to anyone.

But, Mother, the idea of Tamlin locking you in place with his claws as he fucked you from behind had you melting. “Yes,” it was a breathless confession. He growled above you, quickly forcing you to kiss him.

There were no emotions on the kiss from his end besides raw need. It was a mess of teeth and spit mixing all together.

Tamlin didn't waste a second. He shifted his hands to claws, the sharp rip of fabric echoing through the air as the torn shreds of your dress were thrown aside.

He began to kiss down your body, an occasion poke of what you assumed was a fang scraping the tender flesh of your breasts and stomach.

It was then that the male was gone, replaced by fur and horns and lowering his now massive body to the ground as a cold wet nose ran along your core.

“Mother fuck!” Your back arched as the cold against your heat had you in a pleasurable state of shock.

Tamlin began lapping at your core, a large paw coming across your hips to hold you down as you began wiggling away from the intensity of it. You wanted this, he projected into your mind. Stay still or I'll stop.

You whined begging him to continue by settling down. One of your hands went to his ear, scratching softly at it and tugging the fur there every so often. You gasped pulling hard as he pushed his tongue into you, stretching your walls. His nose nuzzled your clit at the same time leaving to breathless. He slowly began fucking you like that, tasting you completely. You couldn't think of anything but Tamlin. Of the years wasted pretending to hate each other. Of years you two were forced to ignore each other for Rhysand's comfort.

He'd kill you if he ever found out you had literally sullied yourself with a beast.

Regardless of that beast being your mate in a shifted.

Your hand began to lazily scratch his ear again as he brought you wave after Wave of pleasure, mind going numb to anything but that as you focused. He began to purr, tongue vibrating inside of you from the noise. You cried out, back arching again. He chuckled into your mind, increasing his speed, pushing further in with that inhuman tongue. “Tam,” you panted out. “Gods, please don't stop. Please. So fucking close.” You were walking that edge, the coiling so tight inside of you that you feared It wouldn't be a gentle slip from the peak, but a shove face first into the wind.

You felt your magic dropping, wings appearing on your back and splayed below you just twitching in anticipation. You don't know how, but he managed to curl his tongue, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that you would have never found it after centuries of self exploration. The scream that tore through you had the trees shaking, a storm crackling with lightning in the distance. His name was all you could remember as you sang for him, prayed to him.

You hardly had a chance to process what had happened when he forced you on your stomach and for your back to arch for him. A paw landed on the top of your back, holding you down and forcing your wings wide for him. His tongue ran the hard ridge of your left one, causing a full body shudder to go through you and your eyes to roll back. He repeated the motion on the right side, growling as he did.

You could have came from that alone.

Had the sudden brush of a cock much too large for your body interrupted ever thought of pleasure you had. Relax, he cooed to you. Be a good girl and relax.

Vines came and trapped your wrists above you, then your calves to your thighs, pulling them wider apart.

You were completely helpless to him. Spread open and bare, cunt glistening in the light. Tamlin growled, rubbing himself against you again, rutting over and over to soak in himself in your juices.

The slow realization of what you got yourself into fell into your mind and you did the best you could to obey and relax as the head lined up with your entrance. Breathe, he commanded, pushing in as you did.

It knocked all the air from your body, a pained whimper becoming all you could do to communicate. He began licking your wings again, watching as the pain and pleasure mixed through your body. He switched to licking the soft membrane, male pride swelling as you pushed back against him moaning his name and fucking yourself on to him.

Each little movement of your body had him sinking deeper and deeper. He knew there was no way in hell you would be able to take all of him, but Mother watching you subconsciously try, watching you whimper and writhe below him had all instinct falling to his beast.

He began thrusting in time with your movements, tongue still dancing on your wings in a practiced motion. Licking them like it had not been years since he'd gotten to lay with you in his other form.

He knew your body like the back of his hand still, and the fae part of him kept reminding himself of that.

This wasn't some random female from the Rite below him.

This was his mate.

Regardless of how he wanted to push further in, to fuck you like a bitch in heat, he couldn't.

The pace he had set was magic for you as your body still stretched for him. The burn had subsided enough that pleasure was shooting from ever nerve, begging for more and more.

You were going to finish to fast, but the slick constantly building and increasing had him deeper and deeper, inching you closer and closer to the Base of him.

You felt like you could no longer breathe. All the room in your body had been replaced with Tamlin and Tamlin only.

A miss timing from both of you had you screaming again, whining as pain mixed with absolute bliss all while shock hit you from his side of the bond.

You had managed to fuck yourself down to his knot, and now there was no saving you from the monster every fae had lurking in their skin.

He began slamming into you at a brutal pace, watching as you became a mess panting his name. He couldn't help but to growl, mouth forgetting about your wings and going to the pulse point of your neck.

It smelled so distinctly you. Vanilla musk and orchids mixed with sex and lust.

He felt your walls twitching around him over and over, listened as your cries became more desperate Until you were begging, pleading for release.

He was right on the edge as well, the fae side of him stroking the bond to let you know.

That Single wave of his pleasure, of his pride, of his need set you over, walls squeezing him so tightly he thought you would break. You sent him everything back, letting him feel the electricity shooting through you, and he came soon after.

It felt like wave after wave of cum was emptied into you, filling you much too full until he pulled out and some was allowed to leak from your aching core.

The vines slipped away, allowing you to fall. A soft hand replaced that paw, warm lips caressing the shell of your ear as praise after praise spilled from them. “Did so good baby, so fucking good. You looked so beautiful like that.”

Tamlin fell beside you, snapping clothes onto Both of you, a scent shield going up as a sound shield fell. “Your brother is here to collect you.”

You didn't remember anything after that. Mind falling to darkness as a wave of Tamlin's magic put you to sleep.

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usernameforaboredcat · 8 months

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Wasn’t Fated To Succeed

{Spy Ace X Marine Reader}

(I thought of this idea from a manga side story where Ace breaks into a Marine headquarters and fucks around n thought “hey, I can make sum angst with this shit🤷🏻‍♀️” so tehe like look at him!!

He’s such a silly goofy guy I love this mf so much!! Anyway-

Warnings⚠️: Angst, very sad angst, smut, p in v, virginity loss, use of nicknames "princess" "sweetheart" "good girl" ect, fingering, groping, very very slow burn, like this might take a while to read, death, daddy isn’t the best lol

It didn’t take long for him to notice her.

Who?

That young woman maybe a year or two younger than him, sitting at the large table, leaning comfortably in her chair with her arms and legs crossed with an annoyed and tired scowl on her face. Whist on his infiltration mission, Ace got dragged into a Marine meeting. He was more in the back, hiding himself to stay unnoticed while listening in.

Something about her was trying to telling him something he couldn’t hear, and he was trying desperately to make out what it was. To be fair he had been listening to everything, making as many mental notes as possible.

“What about that Straw Hat kid?!”. His ears perked up. “That punk has caused enough trouble as is!”. A loud disgusted “uhg” echoes through the room, drawing all eyes to that girl. She’s wearing a white low cut sailor dress with a beautiful pink flower in her hair. “Is there something you’d like to say?”. She gets asked, the man talking in an angry tone. “First of all I don’t quite appreciate that tone of yours when talking to me”. She starts, her eyes like daggers.

Ace felt a shiver run down his spine, her cold tone freezing the temperature of the whole room. “And second I don’t think that child should be a problem of ours”. She leans forward in her seat, propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her laces together fingers. “He is a child, gentlemen. Us marines should be adult enough to not get too affected by him”. She finishes. “But miss! Haven’t you heard all the trouble he’s started! Lougetown! Alabasta! Water 7!?”. A man yells.

The girl rolls her eyes dramatically at his words. “Please, I quite frankly think we have much higher risks and problems than him! And even if we did follow through with his antics and arrest him, what exactly do we do? There’s no laws regarding child pirates so what? Do we execute a child? Just like how if a grown ass man committed theft we just give him a smack on the ass like a child who stole a cookie from grandmas kitchen?”. She questions.

The room goes silent, no one knowing how to respond or even daring to respond. Something switched in Aces mind, something that felt weird and funny and new. Seeing such a ice cold girl with a burning fire of true justice set his heart ablaze. She wasn’t wrong, there aren’t any laws about punishment for pirates under the age of 18. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle.

The girl stands up from her seat, resting her hand on her hip. “Now, personally I think we have more important things to deal with at the moment! Send a team out on a patrol of the city and see if there are actual problems we should take care of, report them back to me by the end of the day”. She explains as she starts to make her way to the door. “And if I find out that there’s been an incident that hasn’t been reported to me I’ll make sure to serve you at the next hot pot in the hot pot”. She threatens, then exits the room.

The room bursts into whispers and murmurs. The room started to clear out, the meeting ending basic after the girl had left. As Ace starts to make his way out, he hears whispers about her. “I don’t get why she’s here”. “Bitch really think she’s the boss of us”. “Hey! Don’t say that!”. “Why? Scared her daddy will kill you?”. “Yes!”. So her dad has a lot of power in the Marines then. Interesting.

The room had emptied, the halls slowly emptying with people heading off to their jobs. With not real job, Ace scrambles down the hall and walks into a random room. He sighs as he closes the door, the click of a sword being unsheathed makes him freeze. ‘Oh fuck’. He slowly turns around, seeing the girl from before standing behind her desk holding her swords handle in her dominant hand ready to pull out. “You’re not supposed to be in here”. She tells him. “Why are you here? And what’s your rank?”. She asks him.

He straightens up and chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I just wanted to say that what you said back there was cool! A real sense of justice, I’ve never seen something like that from a marine”. He admits to her. “I see”. She mutters. She clicks her sword back into place and makes her way over to the little kitchen in the office, opening a cupboard. “Care for a coffee?”. She asks without looking at him. “No thanks, not a fan of bitter stuff”. He answers.

She nods. “Very well”. She only takes out one mug. “Tell me, are you new to the marines? With your wording ‘I’ve never seen something like that from a marine’ implies that you haven’t seen a lot of marines talk or any meetings”. She explains as she puts coffee grounds and sugar in her mug. “Yep! I haven’t been here too long!”. He answers. Technically he’s not wrong. “Tell me then, how are you finding the marines?”. She asks. “Definitely not annoying and sick of people telling me what to do”. He explains in a chuckle.

She lets out a small chuckle as she fills her mug with milk. “I can’t imagine having to listen to marine would be easy for someone like you”. She states as she stirs the milk. “Especially for someone like you, Fire Fist Ace”. She adds. Aces eyes widen, but he gets back his cool demeanour and tilts his marine cap up as if it’s his classic hat, his finger alit. “Guess it was only a matter of time before someone figured me out”. He chuckles.

She lets out a chuckle again, walking over to the kettle. “It only took me a second. Unlike my colleagues I’m good with faces. As soon as you walked in I was able to recognise your face”. She explains as she fills up the kettle with water and set it on the stove. “However I do not wish to report you or arrest you”. She adds. She tries to turn the stove on, but it’s refuses to turn on.

She lets out an annoyed sigh, turning back to the pirate. “Mind giving me a hand?”. She asks, her voice in a more softer tone. “Uh…sure!”. He agrees happily, walking over to her. He places his hand on the kettle and sets his hand on fire, the kettle slowly starting to boil. “So…how come you’re not gonna report or arrest me?”. He asks her. “Because I hate the marines”. She blatantly states.

The kettle quickly starts to whistle causing Ace to move his hand away, the girl grabbing the kettle by the handle and filling up her mug. “I’ve always hated the marines”. She walks towards her desk, taking a seat. She gestures him to take a seat in the chair across from her, which he does. “Ever since a young age we’re all taught the black and white of marines good and pirates bad, however those with a brain can tell you that it’s mixed. I’m only young but I’ve seen good pirates and bad marines”. She explains.

She leans back in her seat and takes a sip of her drink. “For example…That Straw Hat Luffy”. Aces eyes widened. “I had been keeping an eye of what’s been happening in Alabasta for a few months now but because of our affiliations with Sir Crocodile the marines never did a thing. I felt terrible, for the king, Princess Vivi, and their people! I honestly thought that Sir Crocodile was going to distort that poor country, until I heard that Straw Hat arrived and was able to take care of it. I’m honestly surprised someone just a year younger than me was able to take him down, colour me impressed”. She explains.

Ace let’s out a chuckle as he leans back in his chair, arms propped behind his head. “That’s my little brother for ya! He’s full of surprises!”. He laughs loudly. “You’re joking! You and Straw Hat are brothers?!”. She yells out in shock, almost dropping her cup. “Nope, Luffy’s my baby brother”. He confirms. “Hm, you learn something new everyday I guess”. She mutters. “So if you hate marines so much, why become one?”. Ace asks her. “Because like hell I’d let the corrupted marines stay in power and continue to ruin the world government. I’m just waiting for the day the head admirals kick the bucket and I’ll take over! With them gone, I’ll finally be able to fix this twisted government up”. She explains to him.

“Now it’s my turn to ask a question”. She sets her coffee mug down on the table, crossing her legs and setting her hands down on her knee. “Why are you here?”. She asks. “Simple! I’m here to gather information, is there anything else to it?”. He responds. “Well if that’s the case”. She takes a key out her pocket, opening a filing draw at her desk. She grabs a note pad and a pen, sliding it over to Ace. “What would you like to know?”. She asks him with a growing smirk, Ace smirking and chuckling in response as he takes the note pad. “Whatever you know”.

Ace had been around the marine base for over a week now, working as a small team with a very powerful woman in the marine world. (Y/n). That’s the name she told him, he trusts that it’s her real name and not a name she’s giving him just to play with him. They where a team of people from two worlds. Ace had thought she would have outed him by now, but instead she’d always vouch for him if he was ever in trouble and let him sleep in her office. In his eyes she’s truely an amazing person.

The room was quiet, the faint light of a candle lighting up the desk enough for the woman to work. She lets out a sigh as she finishes reading the last of the reports, crossing her arms and laying them on the desk to use them as a pillow. The door to her office opens without a knock, she knows who it is. “Hey hey! There’s my favourite marine!”. She giggles to herself and she looks up, seeing Ace closing the door behind himself. “Evening Ace, how was your day?”. She ask him in a soft tired tone. “Ah ya know! Pretty good! Almost got my ass beat today but I in fact was the one who did the beating!”. He says proudly as he walks over and takes a seat across from her.

“I wouldn’t recommend drawing too much attention to yourself”. She says as she look up at him. “I’ll be fine! I have you!”. He responds. She smiles to herself, tilting her head. “I can only do so much you know, have you forgotten the kind of number that’s on your head?”. She tells him, then letting out a yawn. “Hm? You okay?”. He asks her. “Yes yes, just tired from work is all”. She explains. “You want me to leave and let you rest?”. He asks her, concern in his voice. “No no no, it’s good that you’re here. It’s better when you’re here, I feel like I don’t have a stick up my ass”. She explains to him, laying her head back down.

“Aawww, you chill out around me! Aren’t you cuuuuuute”. He coos at her, heat rising to his face. “I mean you’re not a marine, I don’t have to try to impress you”. She admits in a soft tone, looking back up at Ace for him to see her reddening cheeks. “I wish you never have to leave”. She adds, smiling up at him. “It has been fun, but if I stay here any longer it might start to cause you trouble”. He adds to her statement.

“Hey, how about tonight we drink? To a better future!”. He suggests to her. She hums, smiling at the idea. “That sounds quite nice, I approve”. She agrees. “Actually-“. She gets up from her chair, walking over to the fridge and taking out a bottle of fancy expensive alcohol. “I’ve had this since my 18th birthday and I thought now would be a good time to use it”. She explains, grabbing two glass cups. “Wow! Pulling out that good stuff! Very nice very nice”. He responds, his hand on his chin as he rubs it.

“Only the best…for me!”. (Y/n) says happily as she grabs glasses, shrugging. She walks back over to her desk, popping open the bottle and pouring the liquid into the glasses. She takes a seat, the two taking a glass each. “Well, even with this funny predicament…I’ve enjoyed our time together”. (Y/n) admits, swirling the drink then taking a sip. “Why not come with me?”. Ace suddenly asks. (Y/n) looks at him wide eyed. “What?”. She asks simply. “Leave the marines, come join the White Beard Pirates with me! The old man would love ya, take ya in as if you where his own daughter”. He explains to her.

She continues to look at him in shock, then turning to look away from him. “Ace I-… I can’t just leave the marines! It’s all I know, it’s what I’ve grown up with. Besides, if I left the marines to become a pirate my father would for sure kill me”. She explains, the thought of death sending a shiver down her spine. “By the way, who is your father?”. He asks. “He’s a…an Admiral”. She answers, refusing to look at him. “Damn! No wonder everyone is so shit scared of you!”. Ace yelps, almost spitting out his drink.

“Hey! Don’t spit that out! It’s expensive!”. (Y/n) snapped at him. “You never told me that your dad was a fucking Admiral!”. He snaps back. (Y/n) scoffs and rolls her eyes. “It doesn’t matter anyway. You wouldn’t know what it’s like to have a father like that, especially a father that kills the innocent despite being a “man of justice”, yeah justice my ass”. She mutters, chugging the rest of the drink. “I’m guessing you don’t know my father then”. Ace chuckles. “Hey, I have a lot of people to do background checks on and to keep track of!”. She defends. Ace let’s out another chuckle, chugging down the rest of his drink. “Ever heard of Gol. D. Roger?”. He asks. “Okay now you’re fucking with me! No way your father is the King of Pirates like 20 years ago!”. She snaps. “Yeah…”. He mutters out. (Y/n) leans over and refills both of their glasses up.

“So tell me lil Roger Jr. What do you think about him?”. She asks, taking a sip of her refilled drink. “I don’t really care, I don’t see him as my father anyway! White Beard is my father and always will be”. He answers. (Y/n) smiles softly as she looks at the older man. “That’s cute”. She admits. “What about you? What do you think about your old man?”. He then asks her. “Ah. I don’t know, he treats me like his own personal army toy. He raised me to be a marine and I never really got to have a life. No friends, no other family, no hobbies, no nothing to me! I never wanted to be a marine or even a pirate, I’d rather just be a normal girl”. She goes on. She sees Ace looking at her with a soft smile, causing her to take another sip of her drink to hide her plush.

“I didn’t mean to go on”. She apologises. “No no no, it’s fine”. Ace reassures her. “I just…never really had the chance to talk to anyone like that”. She hums. “Oh Ace, you have no idea how badly I wish I could go with you. Travel the world, find who I am as a person, meet people of all different…well…everything!”. She rants. “But…I’m stuck here”. She chugs her drink again, quick to fill it up again. “Come on kid, you’re drinking a little too much”. Ace states, getting up from his chair and walks over to take her drink from her. “I’m not a kid! Don’t you dare call me that!”. She snaps, quickly chugging the drink before it can be taken away.

“Maybe we should get you to bed”. Ace says, taking the glass from her and placing it on her desk. “I’m fine, okay? I don’t need you to baby me like everyone else!”. She snaps, looking up at him. He chuckles down at her, amused by her cranky face. He reaches and grabs her chin with his thumb and pointer finger. Without thinking, he leans down and presses his lips against hers. Regret immediately flows through him, but it instantly vanishes when he feels her hands on his cheeks to pull him closer.

He could taste the alcohol on her lips, tasting it more when she opens her mouth to let him slide his tongue in. He pulls away from her, looking down at her to see her big pleading begging eyes and kiss puffy lips. “For a marine you’re absolutely beautiful”. He whispers just loud enough for her to hear. “For a pirate you’re incredibly handsome”. She whispers back loudly. This time, she leans up and kisses him. She pulls him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck, Ace leaning over and easily picking her up to wrap her legs around his waist.

He sits down in her chair, letting the younger girl sit on his lap. She pulls away from Ace, the two panting of the lack of air. Fire, want, and need builds up in their bodies, (Y/n) slowly starting to grind herself over Aces growing length. He chuckles at her neediness, rubbing her hips up and down. “Never in my life would I ever think I’d see a marine be so needy for a pirate”. He chuckles as his hands travel to her thighs and going over her dress.

He uses one hand to move her panties aside and the other running a finger through her wet folds. “Ah! Ace~”. She moans out, grinding against his hand. “Jeez you’re so wet already, it makes me want to take you here and now”. He teases. “Then why don’t you?”. She asks in a giggle, running her hand down his chest to his hardened bulge and rubbing it through his pants. Ace hisses at her actions, causing (Y/n) to giggle as she leans in close to his ear. “Although I’d rather be the one to take you~”. She whispers into his ear, then kissing his ear lobe.

“God!”. Ace let’s out in a loud groan. He grabs her chin again with his spare hand and grabs her chin, pulling her in closer. (Y/n) moans into the kiss, letting out a cry of pleasure as she feels him slide two finger inside her warm wet entrance. She pulls away and whimpers at the new slightly painful feeling, her legs shaking as he slowly drags his fingers in and out. “I just realized…you’re a virgin”. Ace states. “Oh shut up”. She gasps, slamming her lips back on his. Ace picks up the speed of his fingers, using his thumb to rub against her clit.

He pulls away from the kiss, moving his hand from her chin to the low cut neck of her dress. He smirks as he pulls the dress neck down, her boobs sliding out from the motion. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t at least wanna cop one feel of her tits while here. He aggressively grabs her breast and squeezes it, pulling and pinching on the nipple. “A-! Aaaaaace~ please!”. She cries out, needing something more. “Pleeeeease let me feel you inside me!”. She begs. Ace smirks as he lets out a single chuckle, pulling his hands away from her as he goes down to his pants. With ease his undoes his belt buckle, belt and zipper, easily being able to hop with her on top for him to slide his pants and boxers down to his ankles.

(Y/n) feels a shiver go down her spine as she looks down at his erection. He’s so long and thick, probably the first time in her life she’s ever felt intimated. “What’s the matter? Scared?”. Ace chuckles, grabbing the base of his cock. “Quiet!”. She snaps. She puts her hands on his shoulders to use to keep herself stable. She lifts herself up and hovers over his cock, feeling his hot leaking tip against her entrance. “Take it slow princess~”. Ace coos her, his hands back on her hips and rubbing them to comfort her.

She sinks down on his cock, feeling his tip slide inside her aching hole. The aching feeling of need grows stronger and stronger, craving him to fill her up. Without thinking she sinks her whole body onto his cock, his tip slamming painful against her cervix. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”. She cries, feeling as if electricity shock through her body. “Sssshhhhhhit! Ah fuck me! Shit you’re tight”. Ace pants out as he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his cock getting squeezed so tight inside her he could explode inside her already.

He opens his eyes but his vision isn’t the clearest, light headed from the feeling of her insides. He looks at the girl on his lap, seeing her still trying to catch her breath as tears run down her cheeks, a painful grip against his shoulders. He slowly starts to rock her hips, sliding her up and down on his length. Her cries turn onto moans, starting to move her hips on her own. “That’s it, good girl~”. Ace praises, rubbing circles on her hips over her dress.

(Y/n) picks up speed, smoothly bouncing up and down on the pirates cock. Ace happily leans back in the chair, his limit approaching fast at the feeling of her right pussy sucking him in and trying to milk his cock of every single drop of his cum. More. More. He grips her hips tight, getting a tight hold on her and pulling her up and down on him, using her as a toy. A very pretty, very off limits, very hey she’s literally your enemy, toy.

He can’t help but start thrusting his hips up into her as he slams her down, the two meeting half way as Ace oh so desperately tries to chase his fast growing high. He needs to cum. Specifically he needs to cum in this marines perfect tight pussy. A now strong believer in the idea of if he cums in her it’ll make all his dreams come true. Without warning and a hard slam he releases deep inside her, his hot seed filling up her insides. (Y/n) shutters at the feeling of his warmth.

She pants as she tries to get off of him, but Ace slams her back down, drawing a whimper from her when she whimpers. “I don’t think so”. He pants out. He moves his hands under her thighs, swiftly picking her up and laying her on her desk. Ace smirks as he looks down at the marine, seeing her breasts raise up and down with each breath, her pussy still stuffed with his cock as cum starts to leak out the sides. He reaches over and grabs the forgotten bottle of liquor, taking a massive chug of it till the last little remaining drops are gone.

He leans down with each of his hand on either side of her head, her hips trying to move to chase the aching need of release she still hadn’t gotten. “We’ll be here all night until morning, hope you like the shitty coffee they have here cuz you’ll need it”. He tells her as he slowly grabs her ankles and pushes them up to her chest. “A-Ace~”. She whimpers, feeling him so deep inside her he might just be inside her womb. “You’re in for a looooooong night sweetheart~”.

The wind was cold, giving a gentle touch every time to touched her face. There’re no clouds in the sky, just a blue ocean above and in front of her. The sound of ringing and feet pattering rush over to the young lady’s sitting spot, some marine in a much lower rank than her running towards her with a transponder snail. “Miss! Your father is calling!”. The man calls. She reaches out and answers it. “Hello father”. She greets him. “Hello (Y/n)”. He responds with his bored gruffed voice. “What is the pleasure I have for you to call me out of the blue?”. She asks. “I wanted to check in that you’ve arrived to the base safely”. He answers. “I’d prefer you’d be here but you made the mistake that lead not to”. He adds. Ah yes, a mistake. A living, growing “mistake”. She runs her free hand over her stomach, only a few month’s pregnant by this point. “I’m sure everything would go smoothly without me, besides I’m not really in the mood to see something like an execution”. She informs him. “Yes, I’m sure”. He agrees. “How long now?”. She asks. “8 hours until that Fire Fist is dead”. He answers.

(Y/n)s grip tightened, her hands shaking. “Mr Akainu! We have to go!”. A voice is heard in the background of the call. “These idiots need me, I’ll be leaving”. And without a goodbye, he hangs up. (Y/n) ends the call on her end, shooing away the marine. She takes a deep breath as she closes her eyes, feeling the soft breeze on her face. She starts to hum a random tune as she rubs her stomach, hot tears falling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, little one. I’m afraid your father won’t get to meet you”. She mutters under her breath. “Oh Ace, I’m sorry that this happened…I hope…I hope somehow that brother of yours saves you so I can see you again…and…and you to meet our little one…”.

The winds where fast, the breeze smelling like sea salt as music rode along the winds. “CAPTAIN!”. The crew pause their antics, looking towards the navigator. “MARINES APPROACHING!”. He yells. The Captain shoots to the head of the ship, sitting on the lions head. “Do we attack?”. The cyborg asks, getting ready to ready for an attack. “THEYRE WAVING A WHITE FLAG!”. The sniper informs them. “What do we do captain?”. The swordsman asks. Their captain looks at the oncoming ship, laughing. “This could be fun!”. He laughs.

The ship slowly gets closer, the two ships setting down their anchors. The pirates watch as the marines look over their ship to look at them. A young woman walks up to the side, a high ranking woman. Without a second thought she jumps down, easily landing on the ship. The woman is wrapped in a long white cloak, maintaining eye contact with their captain. “You’re Straw Hat Luffy, correct?”. She asks him. “Yeah? So what?”. He asks her. “There’s something I’d like to discuss, is there somewhere more private for us to talk?”. She asks. “Don’t worry, if you’re questioning my intentions your crew mates are free to join which I think you’d rather”. She adds. “Yeah sure, we can talk in the kitchen”. He answers.

He leads her to the kitchen and dining room of the ship, the crew following behind them. “So, what’s up?”. Luffy asks, taking a seat at his spot at the head of the table. “If I remember correctly your older brother was Fire Fist Ace, yes?”. She asks. Luffy shivers, looking at her with murder in his eyes. Why would a marine come to him asking about his brother NOW?! “Yeah, what about it?”. He asks. The woman smiles softly as she takes off her coat hanging around her shoulders, setting it on the table to reveal a sleeping toddler in her arms. A little girl, long black hair with freckles. She looks like… “I know Ace never got the chance to meet her, but I thought her uncle should at least know she exists”. The woman explains.

Luffy looks down at the girl wide eyes, his eyes softening as he looks at her. “Wh-what?”. He stutters out. “WHAT?!?!”. The other crew members yell out, causing the baby to stir and begin to wake up. She looks up at her mum, who sweetly looks at her. “Mama?”. She asks. The woman giggles as she points Luffy to her, the little girl turning to look at him with wide eyes. “Rouge, this is your uncle! You know that stretchy guy that grandpa yells about? Say hi”. She tells the little one. “Hi”. The little girl greets, giving a little wave. “Would you like to hold her?”. (Y/n) asks Luffy. He doesn’t answer, just taking the girl from her arms and holding her close to himself. The other crew members crowd around their captain, looking down at the girl with aws and coos.

“Aawww she’s so adorable!”.

“She’s so pretty!”.

“She sure does look a lot like her daddy”.

“Wow! You’re an uncle!

“Uncle Luffy!!”

(Y/n) takes a seat at the table as the Straw Hats coos and laugh at her daughter. “How old is she?”. Robin asks the mother. “She’s two”. She answers. “She’s so adorable! You and Ace really made the cutest baby I’ve ever seen”. Nami compliments, taking a seat next to the mother. “Thank you! A day doesn’t go by that she doesn’t remind me of her father”. She thanks. “Honestly with how much she looks like her dad I’m surprised there hasn’t been anything in the news about it”. Nami points out. “No one’s figured it out yet, which I’m hoping never happens. If anyone asks about her father I tell them it was a random I had a drunk hook up with at a hotel so I don’t know what he looks like”. She explains. “Hey Marine Lady”. Luffy calls, the mother turning to him. “Yes?”. She responds. “What’s your name?”. He asks. “It’s (Y/n)”. She answers. “And hers?”. He asks, referring to the girl in his arms. “I named her Rouge, after Aces mother”. She answers.

“Luffy, I have a request”. She then starts. “Yeah?”. He responds. “If something happens to me, weather I die in war or I get executed for birthing Aces child, no matter what if anything happens to me…please take care of her. Either she’ll get raised to be a marine soldier like I was or killed as well, I want her to live free and I know you and your friends will teach her the right things. I know you’d be an amazing uncle and teacher for her”. She explains to him. He smiles brightly and nods. “Of course!”. He says happily. His expression changes into a more serious one, but still with a smile.

“If anything happens, I’ll make sure to protect and save her! I won’t make the same mistake again!”.

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thesharktanksdriver · 6 months

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Hii sorry if this looks shit because I kinda rushed it and got lazy with determine! Y/n jacket

Anyways! So I'm not really sure if y/n is based or Chara and frisk so I'ma do both so have some of my headcanon about y/n! (From the Undertale wiki)

Kinda long tbh

•Chara is implied to like chocolate; in the Genocide Route, should the protagonist check the refrigerator in Asgore's Home, the text reads "No chocolate."

×While there is no chocolate in Asgore's home, there is a bar of chocolate in the fridge in Toriel's Home; it is possible Toriel kept it in her fridge in memory of Chara's tastes.

Imagine shanks, buggy, mihawk ECT found out about y/n chocolate obsession and just kept Chocolate on them or in their ships out of habits even if y/n isn't with them or on their ships

Since we died Infront of boa, big mom, crocodile imagine them Saving any chocolate just to give it to y/n one day

•It is also implied that Chara has an interest in knives, as the text upon inspecting Toriel's kitchen in the Genocide Route reads "Where are the knives." This is further evidenced by the Real Knife.

× let's be honest Roger would have just given us a random knife for shits and giggles

ALSO!

Echo flowers they basically echo the last thing they hear

Imagine everybtime y/n missed Roger or anyone really they just pull out a echo flower and each echo flower having just one voice

Roger's voice echoing in the echo flower : "Proud of ya' kid!"

Y/n : *Ugly sobs*

AND!

I swear this is my last-

Imagine y/n has this little voice inside their head but they can't figure out who is it or what is it so after many many death's they finally met who was the voice

Boom

It's fucking flowey the fucking flower

Flowey and Y/n first time meeting each other :

Ok but imagine everytime y/n respawn some where they just lay on a patch on buttercup flowers like you know how frisk falls down on a patch of buttercup flowers? Like this-

Hey thank you for the fanart!

Whilst y/n is loosely based off of Undertale it’s still its own thing. I mostly take after it with the whole reset of the mc and the theme of determination despite the odds.

#answers #determination!#fanart!

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exhausted-archivist · 11 months

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General Culinary Themes of Thedas

Just a little over view of the clear draw of culinary reference for the nations of Thedas. This is based on the provided dishes through out all of the franchise's media. I'm only covering nations we have clear food descriptions on, as well as cultural influence. Which unfortunately means that the Anderfels, Nevarra, the Qun, Rivain, and Tevinter are mostly lacking in clear reference points. But I will touch on them below and elaborate where I can.

Antiva

This one is pretty cut and dry, all the culinary references we have for Antiva are Italian. Thanks to Tevinter Nights with the cacio e pepe, mentioning the traditional ten courses, and the mention of ammazzacaffe in the short story As We Fly. However they have markings for Spanish practices where evening meals typically be eaten at late hours. But overall the current food inspo from media seems to be Italian focused.

Ferelden

Ferelden and by extention their ancestors (Alamarri) and cultural cousins (Avvar and Chasind) are known for its soups, stews, pickled eggs, pickled krone, mutton, roasts, cheese, and Fluffy Mackerel Pie.

Overall the food inspiration for Ferelden is more English in leaning but also surprisingly more modern in reference than other countries in Thedas.

Avvar focus more on long storage foods which leads to a lot of smoked, dried, and pickled foods. Their cuisine seems to echo those of hunter gather cultures in the Arctic circle as their food preparations are with the "long dark" or winter in mind. They forage for things such as fiddleheads and snails, and cook their fish in pungent leaves and clay on banked coals. Utility is the prevailing method, but even with the preference for stews and slow cooking, they highly value spices in which they trade for; Antivan cord-seed, peppercorns, and powdered mustard.

Chasind seemingly have much the same preference and cook style as Fereldans, able to farm and hunt nearly year round. The food we know they have aligns with Ferelden in the fact it is mostly roasts, stews, grains, and the like. Chasind, like Fereldans have a reliance on a protein rich grain called ryott. A fickle crop with a small growing area, but it is used to make a drink called "Wildwine".

Free Marches

Free Marches as a whole are a variety of regions but specifically pull from British, American, and other cultures with overlapping dishes. Examples featuring animals that originate from the Americas like roast turkey being standard across the Free Marches, to dishes like jellied pork feet (various cultures) and Starkhaven Fish and Egg Pie (British, specifically Cornish recipe).

Orlais

French. It is just pulling directly from French food while also putting a fantasy French name on British and American dishes. As we see with Eggs a la Val Foret being a rendition of eggs benedict. Butter soup, which seems to be derived from Northern Franch cuisine. Mad Bernard's Gift of Flesh seems to reference Grimod de La Reyni's "roast without equal", though it is noted that the Romans also created similar nesting roasts.

Orzammar

Orzammar seems more British in concept but also distinctly fantasy based. Given the lore sets them up as heavy importers and most of their domestic food sources being unique to Thedas; giant spiders, brontos, nugs, deep mushrooms, deepstalkers, ect. It is hard to pinpoint a source of inspiration. Their food is steeped in alcohol and most known dishes are ones that overlap across cultures or seem more modern in concept: nug-lets for example call to mind of nuggets.

I would venture to say the reference point is merely fantasy hodgepodge of Europe. Touching on universal dishes, and likely being influenced by the cultures they're importing their goods from - primarily Orlais.

Notes on the Other Nations

Anderfels

We only really have one landmark dish on this so far. Nordbotten Fruit Stew, a dish where you revitalize dried fruit with honey, water, and/or liquor. It is described to be a common and popular dish in the Anderfels. It is also said that very little grows there nor does it grow well, so the small, bitter, and sour fruits they do have are sweetened with vast amounts of honey.

There is no clear culture to pull this from, at least not to my knowledge. This combined with the Anderfels love of ham, that may or may not taste of despair, and the fact that the creature called "the wandering hills" is a delicacy there, I would say there is little concrete reference to go on.

Dalish

Dalish Deep Forest Comfort, is a dish made with string squash, mushrooms, elfroot (spinach), tomatoes, garlic, red peppers, parsley, cheese, edible wildflowers, pine nuts, and butter. A dish with ingredients primary sourced from the Americas and when looking at food history, finding its roots in the indigenous hunting and gathering cultures. Something that is echoed through out the other dishes and ingredients we know they have; halla milk/butter, hearth cakes, and primarily foraged ingredients.

Nevarra

Ambiguous as the only named foods we have with any real world standing aren't easy to pinpoint nor are they isolated to a specific region. The unnamed blueberry pastries that Cassandra ate with her brother, candied fruits (universal), and roasted chestnuts (common in Chinese, Korean, Italian, Portuguese, Spain, Austria, the North American Indigenous, and later American food history).

The Qun

While Origins gave the impression of bland food that focused on utility over flavor, we know that there is more variety than that. They have some degree of sweet bread, savory porridge, and some degree of alcohol for consumption.

Rivain

There are only two dishes we know of from Rivain: Llomerryn red, a spiced red sauce used to be served on a variety of things such as fried or roasted potatoes and fresh oysters. And the Raider Queen's Bread of Many Tongues (bannana bread).

Tevinter

Tevinter is a weird one. While Dorian will mention grapes, and Tevinter Nights describes dates, the depiction of food in the comics is a bit conflicting. In Deception we see depictions of something similar to stuffed grape leaves (dolmas), in Mage Killer we see that the elite dine on cupcakes, donuts, macaroons, candy canes, and other very modern and American foods. We cannot say whether those foods originated in Tevinter or somewhere else and are simply a luxury import. It would make more sense for them to originate in either Orlais or the Free Marches, but as the only place we've seen them is Tevinter, I place them here with a grain of salt.

Sources

World of Thedas Vol. 1 & 2 Dragon Age Origins + DLC Dragon Age 2 + DLC Dragon Age Inquisition + DLC The Last Court Dragon Age Tabletop RPG The Official Cookbook: Tastes of Thedas - Sample Pages

Novels: The Stolen Throne The Calling The Masked Empire Last Flight Tevinter Nights

Comics: Magekiller Knight Errant Deception

#dragon age #dragon age meta #food meta #my meta #dragon age reference #writing reference: Food #long post

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karaokebearwithal · 3 months

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Aylin Posting again :)

It's the girls lounging by the lake by moonrise.

Y'know before it all went wrong. (rambles and ideas under cut)

I really wanna draw the scene where Aylin first comes down from the moon bathed heavens to great Reithwin town to great the nobility. Like it starts with Isobel bemoaning the day ahead, her father Kethric is genuinly the most excited he's ever been since its been the first time something like this has happened. Ketheric takes it as a sign from his late wife and therefore is needling Isobel to "put her best foot forward" and "make her mother proud". And like Isobel loves being a cleric, is great at it and is excited about this but at the same time after bearing the burden of her father's grief for so long, she also feels suffocated by constantly being there for Ketheric, clerical duties, being a noble ect.

Like just once she wants to act in her own self-interests.

So like the whole town funnels outside to the gate part near the mason guild sigil. Its a full moon of course Isobel rolls her eyes but maintains stature. Her dad seems elated yet desperate that its the sign he's been hoping for all this time even though he'll never find what he's searching for. The town folk have all these banners and banquets and stuff to greet this heavenly messenger. No one knows what's coming but they know its good. Only for the moon to be eclipsed by an enormous pair of wings. A single flap alone, fluttering the clothes and hair of the whole town. Deep and powerful feather strokes echo throughout the now silence townspeople. A steady rhythm that vibrates in your chest cavity.

Divine moonlight bleeds through the feathers almost blindingly, its not an elegant or graceful creature that Selune blessed the people of moonrise with. She is loud, armed and armored, landing on the ground with a thunderous force. Her face radiant, her smile jubilant to the point of feeling threatening. Some more cowardly townfolk tremble under her seering gaze. A force of nature, a paladin of Our Lady of Silver. She bellows out to the crowd: "FEAR NOT THE GENTLE FOLK OF MOONRISE. FOR IT IS I, DAME AYLIN, DAUGHTER OF SELUNE HERSELF PALADIN OF-" (I assume she goes on for a while, its her first time in the mortal realm she doesn't understand time and the concept of being concise)

And Isobel is just fully smitten. Absolutely floored, completely and utterly in love.

(i always think she fell first, then after Aylin has dwindled out the crowd with her divine ramblings, Isobel greets her formally and that's when Aylin is like <3<3<3)

I Don't know the first thing about writing comics or panneling but I wanna make this happen somehow. Any tips would be amazing!

#bg3 #bg3 fanart #dame aylin bg3 #bg3 aylin #To be honest this got away from me slighlty #Well not like got away from me more like #Theses wings man #they so big and animated but they take SO LONG #Like ugh #Also If I get to be able to draw the scene where they fall in love Y'all get ready #Cuz I will #I gotta its my faves!!!#I need them!!!!!!!

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imthepunchlord · 1 year

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Do you associated turtles and snake with water or earth

Gosh both are tough.

Honestly, turtles are the hardest one with these two, cause you could tie turtles to both elements. In my research, I've found most cultures associate turtles with water for a variety of reasons: them often being in or near water, them having a connection to the moon as the bottom of their shell as 13 slots like the lunar calendar, and the moon is often associated with water.

You also have turtles withdrawing into their shells, which can echo the water element often associated with being inward, introverted, introspection. They are symbols of wisdom and associated with keeping up with history, and water is an element that can be tied to knowledge, wisdom, and learning, especially as water is an element that will explore and expand. And you can work off that it's tied to longevity and survival, always able to adapt and go with the flow.

But turtles tied to earth can also work too. Cause there are mythical world turtles and turtle islands, they echo the earth itself as they support whole ecosystems on their shell just as the actual earth has a whole ray of life on it. Earth as an element is also known to be patient and wise, responsible and will take time to see to it that things are done correctly, even if it's a slow process. Turtles are tied to that too, like the Tortoise and the Hare. You can also tie turtles to being grounded/earthbound, always sticking low to the earth and going into it to hibernate.

I think there are more points for turtles to elementally be tied to water, but that can come down to preference. In my opinion, water and earth can work fine for turtles.

Now with snakes, I'm actually torn between water and fire, earth isn't an impossibility, I think the Greeks tied snakes to earth since they came out of the earth, and there is the World Serpent, and snakes can be slow moving and earth is an element that lives without rush; but the biggest factor is that snakes I always associate with movement and being spontaneous, like suddenly striking and always on the move.

So water and fire are the elements that stand out to be more snakes as they are both elements of activity, both are tied to cycles, and both can be tied to life and death (much likes snakes also symbolize that duality). And both are also heavily tied to dragons, which snakes have a long history of being associated with and potentially helped inspire the myths of (Chinese dragons, the Naga, Ouroboros, Python, wyrms, lindworms, sea serpents, ect.).

With water, snakes can match by being very fluid. Much like water, they creep along, will hardly ever be stalled and will always find a way around their obstacles and slither up to where they desire to be. They also do echo that introspection, as they are tied with wisdom and knowledge, but they are also mysterious and it can be hard to know what a snake is thinking or feeling. Much like water goes through a cycle, with Ouroboros, snakes are tied to cycles of self-destruction and new beginnings. And for the duality symbolism, water is needed for life and snakes are associated with healing, even a symbol of healing.

But just as snake venom can be lethal, so can water as people can drown in water and flooding can be devastating and overwhelming.

With fire, snakes are tied to fire through fear and power. Majority of people have an instinctive rush of fear when they see snakes, and fire is a unique element that can spark fear too. It's probably one of the biggest reasons many western dragons are tied to fire cause it can be devastating and powerful.

It's also a curious element that doesn't naturally exist in the world like earth, air, water, and wood/nature does. It's something that just manifests under certain conditions. And with how destructive fire can be, that can play off snakes as animals that are feared, that can do some serious damage, and part of the reason they were tied to the Devil in the west as Hell was tied with fire.

Fire though is also an element of knowledge, clarity, provision, life, protection; and hey, snakes are all tied to that as well. They can be tied with imparting wisdom and offering direction, can be tied with guardianship and security.

Fire also matches with that duality of life and death, as they can flare with life and energy and then go out into ashes, but can be reignited. And of course that duality of good and evil, as this element can give a lot of good but also do a lot of bad (much likes snakes in symbolism).

So, I'd vote water or fire for snakes personally, but that does come down to preferences. If you like earth for snakes roll with it, I just associate them with water and fire more.

#ask Punchie #turtles #snakes #elements #unfortunately if you're looking for a straight answer can't give you one #it should all come down to you #at most can only offer possible reasoning for possible elemental alignments

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goddamnwebcomics · 29 days

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Yeah. It's basically why I'm thinking of lessening my inputs in some art communities. So many of the people in Discord alone are very touchy when it comes to receiving criticism over webcomics and even art.

The last server I was on banned me for basically talking about how the owner of a server's art piece would probably improve if they go back and finish it. All I got was a response that amounted to "shut the fuck up! Let the artist do what they want" with the artist/owner pointing up to it in agreement when they were the ones who asked for an opinion. Always treating me like I'm a negative user and a whale (basically meaning a person who consumes a lot of media and treating it like it's a part of the conversation).

Generally speaking, webcomic servers are just terrible places. Like all of them just run on echo chamber energy. Sure you can say that about social media sites, but forums and especially Discord servers have it worse to me. Like the times I keep getting vague answers on comics that seemingly have no directions and all the artist does it post sarcastically smug emojis over the questions while saying things like "that's an interesting idea" or "Ooo! Maybe. Guess you got to keep reading". No real engagement. Just garbage responses.

Or one time when I tried to ask a simple question about a flaw in a character or even story that I didn't like how it was written, and the author spent time divulging their character's bio and how story writing works without actually engaging with me and answering what I just asked. Acting like I didn't read or understood the story/intentions. You know, before blocking me on almost all accounts. Furaffinity, Twitter, Tumblr, ect. ect. Just a waste of time, especially mine.

That's one of the things you're wrong about, GW dude. It doesn't matter if they're a big shot or not. As long as an artist/person has AN AUDIENCE they're all the same. Just borderline insecure and most times arrogant people who really have a specific audience in mind that will take the good and the bad, not say anything about either, and put users down if they didn't like what they said.

That is unfortunate and irritating to hear and I don't know if it's the internet that caused this or does popularity really go into people's heads. This reminds me of the anon who came here like a month ago to tell me to critique Marvel movies instead of webcomics. I think they might have been a webcomic artist who comes from that exact mindset. These people also need an example of what a negative person is. Go on Twitter, and I am not naming names but certain users who spend their whole timeline shitting on shit. Those people give me the idea they are very hard to be around. Likely nicest thing they can say about something is "looks like shit lmao". I know you've critiqued me as well and I don't get the idea you're inherently a negative person. I do take everything you say to heart and if I say something stupid you're not afraid of saying it to my face. You don't go on twitter or some grassy forum to crop my statement and go "THIS PERSON IS CLUELESS! FUCK HIM!". That's being a dick. I guess the inability to handle criticism is just something that's very common in indie scene, like gaining an audience is the worst possible thing that could happen to you as a creator. I don't think you should give up. Webcomics already have a ruined reputation and it's not the fault of webcomic critics but the webcomic creators for being so shallow, self-centered and pardon my french, fucking delusional.

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how do you decide which story arcs to cover from the clone wars in your sleeping habits fic? like, is it a general sense of “this is where i want to end and these are the stops we’ll make along the way” or the opposite, like the journey is more important than the destination in the long run? i’m trying to plan out my own fic and i can’t help but what to do both at the same time and it is ✨not working✨

This is an excellent question!

Sleeping habits is a particular kind of story. It's basically the grown up college version of a drabble (which i have always been very fond of writing). When i set out to write SH I did so specifically to give a platform to the rock tumbler of headcannons in my head. I had so many different version of the clone wars rolling around that I could never nail down exactly what I thought about it.

Star wars is just one of those works that has such an open world with so little fleshing out. I kept going back and forth on details about the clones and their physicality/culture/language. and the same for Ahsoka's Togruta characteristics. So i decided to dedicate one fic as sort of one universe, one shelf where i could organize all of my thoughts without necessarily committing to them. (sort of a multiverse situation).

When it comes to writing each chapter it's basically off the cuff. I pick one headcannon about one character and then i just write my way to that. Usually along the way other details will emerge about other characters, setting, ect. I basically start with a reaction and build a situation in which that would happen. (think very one bed formula).

The great thing about this writing method is that it makes you ask a lot of questions in the process. Instead of starting with a clear plan, it makes you come up with a bunch of new details to answer questions you haven't even thought of.

Lets take the chapter "With flying colors" for example;

The only subject I intended to write about was Ahsoka climbing up a troopers back, like a feral little shit, in order to get up a cliffside. I picked it purely because it would be funny and the last chapters had been sort of slow and sweet.

I asked myself what planet would Ahsoka be really comfortable navigating? Well, Felucia is similar enough to her home planet.

What characteristics would Ahsoka have as a plains hunter? Quiet, swift, barefoot, able to climb trees quickly.

Which led to a study on trench foot and maart's whole character. As well as fleshing out Vere's character.

Who should Ahsoka climb? well, Jesse, because i'm trying to write about more clones than just Rex, Fives, and Echo. Besides, he'd have a funny reaction. That meant Those three would have to stay back at camp, which meant Kix and Anakin were coming bc Ahsoka isn't going anywhere without either Anakin or Rex.

So I had to come up with characterization for all three of them. which brought in the hunting aspect, the jedi council test, the inclusion of the commandos (to keep Anakin out of the spotlight), And even Ahsoka waking up with a cricked neck from sleeping in Anakin's armpit.

And then of course how would all characters involved react to the events described.

This writing method is, in part, a character driven narrative. Meaning that every writing decision I make takes into account a characters personality, feelings, and reaction before I even consider an actual plotline. This is not an ideal writing method for all kinds of stories. Some stories require a plot driven narrative. If you have a clear plotline you want to accomplish you may want to write the plot first and the characters second.

In SH all the locations, timeline, or tie in to a certain time period or episode of the show is an after thought meant to serve the place that the character is in rather that the character serving the plot.

But if you look at "A Series of Interviews" for instance, it is a fleshed out plot where the characters involved are tools to get from one plot point to another. And thus a narrative driven storyline.

My first piece of advice to you is to decide whether you're writing for the characters or for the events before you decide how you want to plan the rest of your story.

And tell me about it, I'd be interested to hear more of your thoughts/questions.

#star wars #clone wars #ahsoka tano #sw tcw #tcw #fanfic #anakin skywalker #501st #fanfiction #writing #writing advice #sleeping habits

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lafcadiosadventures · 1 month

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Madame Putiphar Groupread. Book Two, Chapter XXXVIII

𝔇𝔢𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔥'𝔰 𝔑𝔢𝔴 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔤𝔶

Boucher's la toilette, not a luxurious brothel as the one Debby is locked but fitting bc: trendy asian art, implied sex work as titilation, the obligatory pussy cat lying between the woman's legs while she fixes her garter, ect etc.

{team putiphar @sainteverge + @counterwiddershins }

Debby surprises the madame with a few gestures:

she leaves her door unblocked,

although an attempt to starve her was made (as Putiphar instructed) she shows her table is still full of fresh food from the first banquet she was offered. Bit of a power move from Debby, even while using a soft voice and feigning submission

She appologizes for the scandal she has made calls herself a fanatic, and blames her reaction on her austere, puritan education.

It's very effective. Madame totally bites the bait. It helps that she wants to believe her, it's less about the enormous pressure her bosses put her under but more about how Deborah is her exact type and the prospect of her having suddenly changed and becoming a willing disciple doesn't seem too good to be true at the moment, not under the lustorama vision eyeglasses she is wearing. (but I don't think we should underestimate the Madame, she is shrewd, has experience manipulating and exploiting people, etc)

And manipulate her is what she immediately proceeds to do, complimenting her for the destruction of the pornography and trying again the story of the former lodger who was a pervert etc. She asks her not to mention anything to “Gonnesse” and to join her for dinner, expressing concern for her pregnancy. The Madame states she wants Deborah's child to be as good as her step child (Deborah's spontaneous reactions are surely repressed, a pleasant smile and a nod here and there, she's just containing her disgust at the whole situation, she is playing her hand adroitly, given the fits of violent rage of her father, we imagine she knows how to conceal her true reactions, even if she is usually portrayed as an open and sponateous and passionate person).

As is the house's modus operandi, the Madame proceeds to change Deborah's clothes as if she were a doll (a blow up doll)(Borel's approach to this scene is similar to the previous sexual encounter between Deborah and the Madame. it's arousing for the madame and extremely violent for Deborah. However, since Deborah is pretending and repressing her reactions, strategically feigning pleasure perhaps -as we can deduce from the opening lines of the next chapter, since she fools the madame so well, too well for her piece of mind- her reactions aren't shown to us. This is perhaps the most interesting thing Borel does in this chapter, having his narrator withdraw from Deborah's true emotions while she is pretending. It's almost as if he wants us to see the surface of her act alone. Why? To encite us? To provoke admiration because of how convincing she manages to be, despite her immense repulsion for the Madame? We already know she is disgusted, we do not need to hear it again but the procedure has interesting implications. Deborah becomes a Copelia, or like Lucien Chardon, a human peau de chagrin, a magical object people can project their dreams and desires into.

So Madame continues with the dress fitting, and she obviously takes the chance to grope and stroke Deborah while she arranges the dress in the more flattering ways. (the dress is the color of burnt bread. Remember that poll by sainteverge that had all the gross/weird/off putting names of the trendy colors in the ancièn régime? Fun times. Would link it if tumblr had a functioning search function smh)

Borel loves his acid humor, he employs ridiculous terms for Deborah's body parts (perhaps echoing the euphemisms of the libertine novels, but deliverately avoiding being enciting imo. He calls deborah's ass her rounded stern, as if she were a ship, the dress were the sails and the madame its clumsy sailor trying to command it. Her fidgety movements he adds, resemble those of children playing la tour prends garde, it's a burlesque registry of speech miles away from erotica. However, Deborah's shoulderblades also form under the madame's touch a valley interrupted by the ravine of the vertebrae. (interesting language, not necesarily erotic, but still sensual. the geographical/topographical terms echoe the idea of Deborah as a personification of her country, and maybe it's just me but the vertebrae mention make it a teensy bit morbid andrea vesalius core. Interesting and unexpected change of registry) When madame is done with her grotesque dress fitting, she brings Deborah a capse (a latin word in use in french. the root of the word caise, a case, used according to my editor to store scrolls, not jewlry. capse->diminutive capsula, etc) the case contains the portrait of the king in a trendy watercolor miniature. The Madame names him as Gonesse-but Debby knows better... and surely the king's ephigy was know by the people? via coins? art, etc?? does it make sense for the madame to lie like this?) -. The portrait depicts Pharao dressed as a “gallant adventurer” The madame, emebllishing the story bc she underestimates Deborah, or reproducing supersitions of the day re: divine powers of Royals, assures Gonesse has imbued the medalion with magical powers. It is to lie on her bosom until he can lie on it himself. Deborah claims to be unworthy of the excessive attentions of the “count”.

The Madame asks what Deborah thinks of him. Deborah continues to humour her and calls him handsome (Louis XV is represented as a handsome, plump and androgynous as a young man and in his fourties as an average to handsome man, the portraits surely flattered him, but even if she saw no Patrick Fitz Whyte represented, Deborah doesn't have to be LYING WILDLY here, it's not like being shown a hapsburg by velasquez as your future patron in bed.

But she surely is... overdoing it a bit when she says Gonesse has a regard full of friendlyness, a noble and apealing figure. The Madame comes undone. She cannot anymore with Debby's adorableness. We assume the groping resumes as the Madame beckons her calling her divine and an amour. The curtain falls, end scene.

#nothing too deep to say here #it's a short transition chapter #madame putiphar #text post

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hey Sarah!! first of all i just want to say how glad i am that i follow you, swiftie tumblr can get very echo chamber and you definitely have a way of mixing it up lol.

My feelings on TTPD are... complicated, so it's nixe to have a perspective in my life that's not "oh my god put this in the louvre" or "taylor swift is an evil awful demon lady" because that black & white is very much what i'm stuck with IRL and online.

When it comes to the album itself I personally do like it, and a lot of that has to do with me thinking of it more like folklore/evermore. It's like that fiction writing with the more raw, uncut, messy feelings of something like Speak Now. I don't read these songs as being about her life in her traditional diary kind of way, but i totally get why people do and why that would sour it for them. I am also a fan of the sonic choices but again... i get not being lol.

Where I started having eeeehhhh feelings about TTPD was with the Fortnight video, which you've spoken about. Complicated feelings for me. I like some of the visual choices like the office thing and the outdoors and the black and white but the mental hospital thing just was weird. Especially the ect which at this point you've gone into at length and I agree with you on it being bad. For me it (an asylum) doesn't even really make sense as a visual choice for the song or the album. I love Florence + The Machine, I love Dance Fever and I love How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful and I was excited that TTPD gave me the vibes of Taylor dabbling with that. And then instead she did the hospital thing. Not what I want to be the remembered visual piece of this era but I guess that's what she's going with :/

Which then brings us to the TTPD set on the eras tour which is the most I've been in agreement with you about the ick factor. I give Taylor a lot of grace, and I have over the years. Something about my being a young woman who has made bad choices which can be partially attributed to having grown up in a weird mix of both sheltered and traumatized just makes me feel for her on that level. But the asylum thing on stage is just a bad choice.

waolom is a song i like despite it's use of asylum as a metaphor for fame, not because of it. would've much rather seen that and icdiwabh have circus vibes. we know girlie loves a golden cage. fortnite should just bring that florence welch dancing around in a pretty dress energy that the folklore & evermore sets were giving, full stop. bdilh is a song i like as a kind of different take on love story and i wish she would've rolled with that and given it comedic fantasy vibes. (personally i'd love to see a full commitment to 80's princess bride esque cheesy-ness. i like taylor the most when she just leans into being cringe melodramatically) And frankly? I wish that'd been the whole TTPD set. I don't like the smallest man or so high school as songs, they're the weakest on the who double album for me along with thank you aimee. They don't need to be preformed on that giant ass stage at the expense of some actually solid pieces from other eras.

I really really think that if absolutely nothing else, bare minimum, that bed stage piece & the nurse outfits need to go. Are they going to? probably not. Unfortunately she's 'just like me fr' in having to learn her lessons the hard way, so i'm sure she'll play it up and put it on merch or whatever then look back in a year or more like yikes! Which is disappointing.

I don't know this kinda just turned into ranting because I feel like you're a person who will understand and respect my perspective enough to not belittle me for having complicated, confused feelings. So thanks for that, and even when I don't totally agree with your opinions please know there's one swiftie out there who understands and respects them enough to not pick anon fights over it.

Hope your day goes well and that Taylor has someone actually tell her that this is Not It to her face soon. 💖

aw thank you! yeah i completely get everything you said here. the whole mental hospital, asylum, etc stuff is just.... unnecessary and completely avoidable, there's no ties to it in the album and makes no sense to include it with such heavy-handedness. her continuing the whole circus theme throughout the entire ttpd era on tour would've been a great idea actually and would've really sealed the whole overdramatic, satire thing she's trying to go for (which is another reason the mental health aesthetic isn't working, you cant mix something serious with satire/overdramatic ideas it just wont work). it would've been really interesting to have the entire thing be a cohesive circus theme instead of just one/two songs.

#answered #anonymous

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luonnon-varainen · 1 year

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It's about 20 days to toh final. I'm rewatching whole serie to catch all hints what may happened in last episode. During "Witches before wizards" I noticed how many foreshadows were in this episode, but it didn't really drawn my attention. There is enough content that explain what mean what, nothing to add. Thing that really makes me "woooo bro hold on" was 2-3 second clip of the blue shooting star.

It is probably just another foreshadow, but I think it might be something way more interesting - that might mean that elder collectors are way closer to the Boiling Isles planet than we thought and they check what is going down there.

Just by looking at the star, it is visible how similar colours are used in this one and those made by the Collector. Shape, type of movement and lenght of comet tail. Whole motive gives this little "ojoj" vibe. It couldn't be just a coincidence~

(Colour comparison. Ignore Luz, she end up here because same colours and shape of "celestial staff's" magic, which is also concerning)

But it leads to one simple question: Why?

Clearly there is no point in checking up this planet and being so close to it. Everything is probably already collected, clearing the planet has happened and new start has been put in motion. Elder collectors won the war, they don't need to check if titans are trying to rise again against them, they already all dead and obedient(one titan won't stop the extinction of entire species, sorry King). There is no threat to watch over and control in case of a rebellion. King is all alone, by himself, without any perspective to stop the extinction, so there is no need to still look for him. Also all this happened at least 500 years earlier. This activity seems to be just wasting energy, unless the reason for checking up on the planet is different.

Elders may not look for a titan, but for their missing kid.

For some weird reason there is nothing, absolutely nothing about whether elders looked for the Collector or not. I think they did or rather are looking for the kid. Yeah, they are nightmare fuel for every organic/living being, but I really don't think they are such a bad parents, who don't care about own offspring. It wouldn't make sense judging by collectors huggy/touchy personality(in context they really often touches King, hugs him, hold his hands ect. somebody probably had very contactual family) and painting where is clearly visible that they really enjoy the kid's company and are delighted by the fact they joined them.

After the Collector's disappearance, elders would start searching for the kid. Probably a lot as any other parents, whose kid get lost in shopping centre. Considering their op tracking and hunting abilities, collectors should quickly find the mirror, but they didn't. It sounds a bit inconsistent, unless the fact that collectors opponents were titans. It's been shown that titans knows the hiding "glyph". In " Echoes of the past" and "King's tide" this symnols are exposed. It means that they are capable of creating spells that can camouflage objects and living beings from collectors sharpen senses. That may mean that the mirror has the same quality to be undetectable by them.

Elders didn't free the Collector, because they do not care. They didn't do that, because there is no way for them to sens and find this tiny prison. No matter how hard they tried to find the child, they physically couldn't. Collectors keep checking up on the Boiling Isles till modern time hoping that sealing spell faded away (probably all spells have their expiry date and for star-long-lifetime beings it not so long to wait for) and make reunion with the missing child.

The reunion probably wouldn't be the nicest one. Full of arguing, cring, explaining, persuading and other emotional forms of "discussing", yet very important for both sides.

#collector toh #toh theory #toh analysis #toh season 3 #the collector toh #the owl house #the owl house theory #the owl house the collector

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disillusionedmonster · 1 year

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alright i looked at your tags ❤️ here you go assface

1: fuckwit. heh. thanks for the new swear bbg

2: lack of critical thinking?? you’ll agree with anything in the radfem tag. you only read articles and watch news that uses misinformation tactics. you’re no critical thinker.

3: religious groupthink…???? huh? what religion? WHAT RELIGION??? youre the one falling victim to groupthink, to peer pressure.

4: being a cisgender woman doesn’t make you immune to being an asshole, to being a cunt. what the hells wrong with you. youre no sinless god. you’re a human- a human whos chosen to be a cunt

5: MAKING LIGHT OF SUICIDE??? NONONONONO, IM NOT TAKING THIS LIGHTLY, BABY, YOU SHOULD CHANGE OR DIE. and also ‘suicide affects transphobe the worst’ is nothing but further proof that you never look at anything other than misinformation. suicide rates among trans people are by FAR the highest.

1. Enjoy it's an Aussie swear ✌️

2. Actually I was peaked by reading the misogynistic garbage that came out of the mouths of transwomen. For example Andrea Long Chu defines being a woman as "an open mouth, an expectant asshole and blank, blank eyes". I have read books and articles and blog posts from both radfems and transpeople. I don't want to live in an echo chamber, I would much rather expand my knowledge and use my critical thinking to come to my own conclusion. When you expand your scope and look at gender identity as a whole it becomes clear that gender identity ideology is exactly that and an ideology.

3. Which brings me to this point. Gender identity ideology, like all religions, is based on the idea of mind-body dualism. This is the idea that the mind/soul can be separated from the body. You cannot be born in the wrong body because we are our bodies. Gender identity relies on faith, it relies on me believing being a woman/man is somehow connected to an internal sense of femininity/masculinity instead of our physical bodies we are born with. The only thing that makes someone a man/woman is their biology; personality traits, clothing expression, stereotypes, likes and dislikes do not dictate whether someone is a man or a woman. Gender identity ideology is the opposite side of the monotheistic religion coin which asserts that a woman must be feminine (submissive, a good mother ECT) and a man must be masculine (the bread winner, strong, a leader ECT). Gender identity ideology denies reality by asserting that sex is not real and that is has no bearing on our lives. Much like most religions it is science denialist and denies the reality everyone can observe. You also try and include everyone on your religion, even those who do not believe in it. Much like a Christian will call an Atheist a satanist you will call people who observe reality (ie anyone remotely critical of gender ideology) TERFs in order to silence them. Gender ideology even excommunicates people and encourages people to not engage with radfem ideas. Therefore, you create an echo chamber of your ideology (religion) which stops people from being able to detest or even question the ideology without facing social consequences. It's not my job to constantly affirm someone else's identity, particularly when it is built on regressive patriarchal ideas and harms women and LGB people.

4. I know that women can be assholes, but that doesn't mean you should be throwing misogynistic slurs at them ie the cword. Just because a woman disagrees with you or is a bad person doesn't justify misogyny against them. Same goes for all oppressed groups. If a transperson was being awful I wouldn't throw the t-slur at them because that would be a shit thing to do.

5. You are taking this lightly. By telling someone to kill themselves you are perpetuating a culture of making light of suicide. You are removing the gravity of what it means to commit suicide by making it a little throw away comment on a website. It makes people take suicide less seriously, particularly if someone kills themselves because of online bullying and hate. The highest suicide rate is actually men with them accounting for 75%+ of suicide deaths. This varies from country to country. This high rate of death is because men select more violent methods of killing themselves (guns for example) while women who attempt suicide more than any other group are less likely to succeed because they choose non-violent methods (like pills). Trans suicide statistics are difficult to actually look at because the T and the LGB are often grouped together. But needless to say there should be support for all people, trans or not, struggling mentally and with suicidal ideation.

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#radfem #radical feminism #ask #answered #discussion #radfems please touch #radfems please interact #radfems do interact #tw suicide

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Do you have headcanons for how any clones got their names? Of so spill

Hi Anon, I do!

However, my headcanon is really basic and boring and I'm so sorry if you thought I'd have this cool hc where they went on a grand journey to find a name that fit them, because it's really not.

My HC is basically based from the comics and the show.

So, according to the comics, the first clone to officially recieve a name (besides Boba I guess) is Alpha-17.

He was very creatively named "Alpha" by Anakin Skywalker, both as a way to make him seem more like a person and less like a thing, but also because it was a lot easier to yell for just Alpha instead of a whole number

Alpha didn't care for getting a name, because he was ✨not like other clones✨ However when Alpha went back to Kamino to train the next squad of ARC Troopers, Anakin made him promise to give every clone a name instead of a number.

According to the clone wars show, some clones got their names based on their personality and special traits. Such as Fives since his number was all Fives, Echo because he repeated everything, Droidbait because he just straight up ran into the enemy lines, ect.

Because of that, my HC for how clones get their names is like, clones with odd names gets them based on their personality or special traits. Examples: Tech, Wrecker, Flanker, Jester, Lucky, Niner, Striker, Fives and so on.

However clones with more normal sounding names gets them from Alpha(and later on whatever clone is in charge of the battalion they get assigned to if they don't have a name by then) so they aren't just a number. Examples: Bel, Gus, Cody, Wilco, Gregor, Keeli, Reed and so on.

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..............That being said, I do like to think there's some clones who does the same thing I sometimes do for OC's: Think of a name or a concept of a name that would be really cool, but not in Galatic Basic, so they look up the name in another language and choose whatever sounds coolest Example: Kairn = Dark in Twi'leki (Also, Clones with animal names are furries, I will not eleborate)

Sorry for the basic answer and sorry it's taken me so long to respond. My life is a mess rn 💖

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yandere-plague · 2 years

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[Yandere Borderlands Characters]

(Scenario)

What they are like before and after kidnapping you part 3

// kidnapping , mentions of suicide , force feeding ,

Patricia Tannis

Obsessive, After being stranded on Pandora, she hardly takes care of herself.

At first sight she can't get you out of her mind, it distracts her from her work.

She's annoyed, she need full concentration.

But being away from you makes it worse.

Best way of knocking you out? Well, she doesn't, its not her style.

She will however ask a vault hunter to get you, or ECHO to request you to visit her.

She'll vent to you the whole time, mostly about the Eridians, The Vaults, and whatever thing she wants to talk about.

She rarely lets you talk. which makes it even worse.

If you're trying to and or escaped? Nope, nope no no.

She's smart, how could you slip out of her grasp? Whatever she'll find you.

"Why did you run off? Oh wait, that was a fight or flight response wasn't it. I'm not good at reading social interactions. Look I- just stay please."

Yvette

Delusional, always buys you lunch, even if you aint hungry, leeching off her friends.

She tries to use it to manipulate you, though any sane person would just ask her to stop buying it then.

If you ever leave Helios, she'll constantly ring you, asking if you need anything. Loaderbots, supplies ect.

Best way of knocking you out? A stun rod. Simple as, and carries you to her office.

If you're trying to and or escaped? She's keeps her office on lockdown 24/7. Nobody can get in or out.

She still makes you do your work, though if you can't handle it right now she'll gladly help :)

If you escape, she'll ask her friends to help. Under the guise that you were lost and needed to speak to her.

When you get found she instantly scolds you.

What the hell are you doing? She's giving you free food?! You ungrateful shit

"What the hell were you doing out there?"

Tyreen Calypso

Delusional + obsessive, she so desperately wants to be a God, with you by her side.

At first she makes an offer you can't refuse, you - not having to worry about lack of food, shelter, and bandits trying to kill you every minute! What do you have to loose?

If that doesn't work, a simple threat will do.

Best way of knocking you out? Her first thought is asking the Psychos, but due to how differently they do things. It would only add stress to every party involved.

When she gets Lilith's powers she doesn't need the Phychos, she can teleport to you now :).

If you're trying to and or escaped? She and her minions watch you like hawks, so it'll be impossible without a massive distraction.

When you do escape she'll send everything she can at you, if all else fails she'll just teleport to you.

"Oh sweetie, you can't leave me. I'm a god, and what I want.. I'll get."

Mordecai

Obsessive, This guy has been through alot, he obviously needs someone.

Best way of knocking you out? He'll use a tranquilliser dart, but not before removing / slagging all enemies around you.

He doesn't really have a place to live does he? Besides the mountain cliff.

If you're trying to and or escaped? It easy to escape, but getting caught is easier.

"I need you, I know its selfish, I know its wrong, but I can't rest knowing you could be in danger out there, please, trust me..."

Claptrap

Well it was going to happen eventually...

Obsessive, this needy shit is starved of any human interaction.

Best way of knocking you out? To be honest I have no idea, you'd have to be vulnerable and or desperate to get help from a claptrap unit.

He starts off trying to lure you into one of his many hideouts, which now leads into a real Catch 22. You either die out there, or be stuck with his annoying ass.

If that doesn't work, then he'll just follow yoh everywhere. Trying to act all hero for you.

If you're trying to and or escaped? Oh god, its easy to escape I tell ya.

We can jump and break stuff, a claptrap can't.

This is one of the yanderes where escape is an option.

"HEY (Y/N) LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF MY SOOTHING VOICE, AND GET HERE..."

Krieg

Krieg is honestly a fun one to write, yet is terrifying at the same time.

He is a psycho, yet is different from the others for keeping his true self alive.

When he meets you, he falls hard.

He believes in love at first sight.

"Oh my, shes pretty..."

"SUFFERING BLOOD MASH!"

"... right..."

Not trusting krieg is understandable, after all he looks like any other psycho.

"First introductions are everything, dont mess up like with the siren!"

"THE LESSER MAN SPEAKS WRONG."

"ugh, yes it did end up okay. But you HAVE to listen to me. It won't go as smoothly this time."

"Just tell her she's pretty, and if you say the word poop I will kill us both."

"Ugh, um... YOUR POOP IS PRETTY!"

"what the fu- um, o-okay?"

Best way of knocking you out? With a hefty punch, or worse, strangulation.

Krieg doesn't know his own strength, so he might kill you in the process...

If you're trying to and or escaped? This mother humpa would burn down sanctuary if you leave his sight for more than a minute.

Calling him mad would be a compliment, he is fucking outraged at you.

Though the second he finds you all that rage disappears

You're the one he's fighting for!

You're the one that keeps the real him from wanting to kill himself.

"(Y/N) AND THE ANNOYING ONE AND ME TOGETHER FOREVER."

"Im sorry, we just care about you to much."

August

Obsessive, being Valory's son it isn't going to be easy to get into a relationship with someone.

He has had to hide it, like with Sasha.

Best way of knocking you out? I think he's to 'kind' for that, or whatever fucked up morals he has for a Pandoran. You're coming with him, whether you like it or not.

If you're trying to and or escaped? He'll be begging to his mama to go find you.

Even sending out Kroger and Finch...

When you're sent back, you can't even tell if he even noticed you were gone. His face emotionless.

Though after everyone leaves, he'll start complaining...

"Come now... I'm not that bad am I? Its alot worse out there."

I might do a re-do on some characters I've done.

#yandere #yandere hcs #yandere imagines #yandere x you #tw kidnapping #tw yandere #yandere borderlands #yandere tales from the borderlands

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frxya-eve · 2 years

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-WHY BTS'S "RUN" MUSIC VIDEO IS SO BEAUTIFULLY DONE-

Find the music video here. To new watchers I reccomend watching once without subtitles and once with!

youtube

Now, hopefully you've watched it atleast once to understand the rough idea. Before I start, if you are unfamiliar with the members I have created a quick guide image so it is easier for new watchers! (Please note these are their STAGE NAMES not their real names. In this post I will be using their stage names to refer to them)

The music video opens with a snippet from a different song called "Butterfly" and band member "V" leaning into a pool? To be 100% honest i'm not sure what he falls into but we can assume it's a pool of some sort. The music at this point is a more ethereal take of their song only using vocals and an echo effect. We then see RM on screen in his shipping container home.

-For those who don't know, "Run" is one of a few music videos that consist of a story line that has taken place from 2014 to present day and has many BTS fans theorising daily.

The logo for the album "The most beautiful moment in life part 2" shows up and the screen fades to black, signaling the end of this intro. Shortly after, the music starts to play and again, we see RM walking across the train tracks alone, this is most likely a call back to the "I need u" music video where all 7 boys are seen walking down the tracks together.

RM knocks on another shipping container and Jimin opens it for him. Here the watcher is bombarded with warm colours and a misty-looking atmosphere. 3 of the boys greet RM as they walk down the small hallway. This conveys a welcoming not just to RM but the watcher too. The next few cuts are the boys partying and messing about. These particular shots are messy and busy this is done to create the effect of perhaps urgency as in the story line as a whole there's a theme for staying young forever but knowing that it won't last.

A clip of V is then shown of him falling into water but because of the angle that he falls in, we can assume he was pushed. Jin is then pushed up against a wall and has an 'X' spray painted on him. For those who follow the story line, obviously this is big lore reveals ect but today I will be focusing on the cinematography and why the MV is so pretty however, to explain some things in the MV I will have to reference it a few times. We then cut of to V and RM together, spray painting a garage door. The police catch them and they start running. (How ironic). Not surprisingly, running in this music video is very common. The running could symbolise running away from responsibility and following the theme of "Young Forever" as RM and V are doing childish things such as vandalism even though they're adults in the story. V also takes a few seconds to mock the police, further linking to being childish.

We then switch to Jin finally finishing his house for cards on to be taken out by V. Again, this could link to their song house of cards which is about building up a relationship. V taking out the house of cards could symbolise that he broke them apart or could even link back to being childish.

The camera cuts to Jin eerily staring into the camera. This is called "breaking the fourth wall". Doing this gives an effect of awareness of the character and intrigues the watcher. Then we see V in the water before it cuts off to a clip of the 7 boys running. Then we get another clip of Jin staring into the camera. If we skip a few seconds, we see Jimin in the middle of a road by the entrance of a road cutoff screaming in anger. In this first chorus we see stuff starting to go downhill for the boys. Eg, V and RM getting caught, we also see J-Hope and Jimin in what looks to be a hospital ward. A beautiful transition takes place where J-Hope throws a pillow around Jimins face but then cuts off to all the boys having a wholesome pillow fight. We also see RM pick up a Butterfly Ace card, this nods to the song heard at the beginning of the music video.

After that, we see SUGA and JK fighting. Now it is believed that in this story line they are in a relationship together, making this fight scene even worse. The shots are fast paced and slightly out of focus to convey how fast paced it is. SUGA then throws a chair at a mirror which allows the song to cut off. Again, this references the storyline as everytime glass of some sort shatters, it signifies Jin has failed to fix things and he must start all over again. To support this we see the house of cards fall again representing the relationship of the 7 boys falling apart. We then see all the boys partying together as the camera zooms onto JK who is on the floor. It then hovers for a few seconds and then zooms out to see the rest of the boys gone.

Shortly after we see a wholesome moment of the boys in photobooth posing for pictures. Then the bridge of the song starts and J-Hope is seen falling down to his hospital bed. Then we get a zoom out clip fo the boys lying in a field. These series of clips shows how close the boys are a perfectly demonstrates their relationship together.

A cutscene of the boys in a tunnel takes place where they vandalise cars and mess about conveying practices of being youthful and not caring. Jin drives the truck as the boys run away.

Now throughout the whole music video a warm tone of colours has been used but as Jimin opens the door to a different room the colours are cool. It cuts back to Jimin where he is infront of the warm toned room. He then gets dragged into the bathtub and soaked in water as they all mess about together. The cool tones could represent being reserved however the scene itself tells a different story creating a juxtaposition. As the music video comes to an end, everything starts to work out for the boys. They seem to have fun, RM and V run away from the police, however we see that V is in a panicked state in the water and nothing is changing. The song ends and cuts off to the boys walking in a line but JK stops and looks into the camera. This could represent in the storyline when he was hit by a car. Finally we see V lift up from the water and the end credits play.

Overall, in my personal opinion (probably biased because Run is my favourite song) I believe Run is a gorgeous music video that depicts the hardships of being young as well as not wanting it to end. Being forever young is what so many people want and if you look close enough, I believe that this music video manages to create that nostalgic feeling for the watcher even though I haven't don't half the things in this music video. In other words it does an amazing job and making the watcher feel sorrow and miss the feeling of adrenaline. (I know I definitely did).

Anyway thank you for reading my first blog I hope you enjoyed!

-Pandora

-REFERENCES-

Run MV https://youtu.be/5Wn85Ge22FQ

I Need U MV https://youtu.be/jjskoRh8GTE

House of Cards

Butterfly

BTS lore summary 2020

youtube

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