#yes. i am FULLY aware that this sucks <3

[penny-anna]

i bought a flat this week.

was off work sick last thursday/friday with what turned out to be the beginnings of a bad cold but at the time i was just like 'oh no why am i so tired is this the return of the Mystery Fatigue'

let's backtrack for a second!! back when i had the offer accepted on my flat my solicitor suggested october 6th as a move in date and i was like sure that works (this was around the beginning of september). then i didn't hear anything from them for many days and then i started getting major dry eye problems that became all consuming so i didn't get around to chasing them.

anyway!! tuesday last week i get an email from my solicitor like 'hi are you still able to complete friday' and i did not have the headspace to deal with it so i didn't reply

Wednesday my solicitor calls like 'hi. we need to know if you want to complete friday'. i'm like 'actually i'm really not feeling well this week, could we postpone'. she calls back a few minutes later like 'they cannot postone'. at this point i'm still thinking that if i get a decent night's sleep i'll feel better so i tell her i'll deal with it in the morning.

Thursday i feel spectacularly worse. have to get up to go to an appointment with my optometrist. almost start crying in their office bcos i'm just so exhausted. (he seemed weirdly unfazed by this?? looking back i wonder if he thought my eyes were hurting or something and didn't realise that i was holding back tears gfhglj) call out sick from work.

plan is to take a nap and then look at the documents my solicitor sent over but she calls me again like 'hi. sorry to bother you i know you're sick but can we complete today' so i'm like ah shit ig we're doing this now. please walk me through exactly what you need me to do here. 'we just need you to send us the money'. yeah i can do that. i've never made a payment this big before tho.

(i'm buying w money inherited from my mother so even for a flat purchase it's an unusually large amount of money)

'oh yeah you won't be able to that online. *pause* are you well enough to go to the bank?' i am tired enough that going to the bank will suck but not so sick i cannot go to the bank.

i had gone fully back to bed. spurred on by sudden wave of adrenaline, get out of bed and dressed and get the bus into town to the bank.

my bank closes at 3pm weekdays and by the time i get that it's about 1:45. explain the situation. turns out that to make a payment this big you need a sit-down meeting with a member of staff and they are booked solid till 3. 'can you come back tomorrow at 9:30 when we open' *dying inside* yes. i can come back tomorrow at 9:30.

go home. remember that i'd told my manager that i'd call her at 9 to let her know if i'm going to be working (i will defo not be working & she knows this) which will be tricky if i have to leave at 9 to go to the bank. have a pretty interminable IM conversation via microsoft teams about this wherein i suggest i message her first thing and call a bit later and she isn't going for it. eventually agree to call at 9 just so i can end the conversation and go to sleep.

Friday morning end up calling my manager from the bus. get to bank. whole thing takes a full 30 minutes so yeah i can see why they couldn't fit me in thursday afternoon ghfdljkfhdj. i'm so so tired. they have to go over a whole fraud prevention statement with you. 'you should be aware that scammers can pretend to be your solicitor'. me, exhausted: okay what if just this one time. a scammer is pretending to be my solicitor.

make the payment. go home to sleep finally.

later in the afternoon get another call from the solicitor. 'hi we have the keys you can come get them whenever'. oh yeah i'd been so caught up in trying to get them the money i'd kinda forgotten about. actually getting the flat.

(side note at no point was i planning to move in on 'moving day', an advantage of being a first time buyer is that i don't have to & i want to redecorate the place which is easier while it's empty)

initially say i'll come in next week but then realise that ideally next week i'll be back at work (i am not but anyway) so i might as well go now. it's pushing 4pm so will need to head out ASAP.

eyes are very dry and itchy from sleeping all day but fortunately i just (on a recommendation from my optometrist) bought a thing called a facial sauna which is a very weird contraption but does work extremely quickly.

pack my eye drops and also a peanut butter sandwich to eat in my new flat (why not) and go get the keys.

arrive at the flat. on inspection realise that the envelope i've been given seems to contain the most random assortment of loose keys. eventually identify an actual set of keys.

put my key in the lock of the flat door. abruptly hear a cat meowing, somewhere very close by.

previous owner had cats (plural) (i know this bcos i saw them when i was viewing the place). have a sudden moment of panic that i've somehow wildly misunderstood the whole situation and that she and her cats are still in residence.

look down. there is a very large, very fluffy white cat standing next to me, looking up at me as if expecting to be let in.

'you can't come in. this is my house.'

make my first mistake: think that if i open the door i will be able to prevent the cat from entering.

cat goes straight on into my flat.

i'm now pursuing the cat from room to room saying 'hey! hey you can't be in here! this is my house!'. the cat doesn't give a shit for obvious reasons (it is a cat)

i might have considered just shooing the cat outside and shutting the door but have arrived at an IMO not unreasonable concern. cat seemed very determined to enter this flat in particular and is now roaming around as if looking for something. previous owner had multiple cats and moved out AFAIK today. i have heard stories about people accidentally leaving cats behind when they move.

at this point it's 4:55 on a Friday. call my solicitor and explain the situation. ask if she could pass on a message to the seller's solicitor. unfortunately they have already closed for the week so it will have to wait till Monday but she will do her best.

decide the next course of action is to see if the cat has any ID. the cat is wearing a harness & collar so might have a tag with an address. make my second mistake: pick the cat up.

the cat does not have any ID on the harness. the cat does NOT like being picked up. cat gets very squirmy and then begins scratching me. cat manages to break my skin through a hoodie.

i put the cat down. the cat hisses at me. this is very rude considering that it is in my house.

head across the landing to see if the people opposite are missing a cat or, failing that, know their neighbours well enough to recognise the cat. there's no answer.

however!! i hear a voice down in the stairwell that sounds like it could be someone calling out a cat's name. 'hi!! is someone down there looking for a cat?' no answer.

look down the stairwell. on the ground floor there is a very large fluffy brown cat wearing a harness. !!!!! that is my cat's friend!

retrieve the cat from my flat (fortunately it just follows me out) and head downstairs. am met partway up by the cat's owner.

'oh thank god is this your cat'. it is her cat. apparently she had opened her front door to let them out into the garden and it had wandered off. 'i just moved in today it came into my flat'.

she is very apologetic. cat is unrepetent.

go back inside. call my solicitor's office. 'hi was it you i spoke to just now about the cat' (I told 2 people about the cat) 'no i just answered the phone because it was ringing. what cat.' 'can you tell *solicitor's name* that i have found the cat's owner. she will know what you mean'.

problem solved!! time to eat my peanut butter sandwich. :)

#long post

[unluckilyimnot]

hello :3 do you think you could take a request about Sae Itoshi? From blue lock, like a little AU! fantasy where he is a prince and we are his soon to be wife? If you don’t, just ignore this! Tysm and have a nice day

Happy birthday - i.sae

in which you spent your birthday night with you fiancé I fantasy AU (kinda) I 1.6k

m.list | rules

note: hii thank you for your request <3 fantasy AU are my nemesis, i suck at it but I am a ball lover so i did it that way i hope it's fine. i basically do anything with sae so always feel free to ask

You exhale slowly as you check your reflection one last time in the huge mirror in your room. Doing a little spin, and another so you get to see every angle of the wonderful dress your father got you for your birthday party, you can’t help but feel nervous.

The dress is beautiful, in every fabric and color that you love. It’s perfect, in every detail, from the laces to the sparkles. It’s everything that you like. Your makeup is perfect for the night, your hair is down : your servants really did an amazing job, you're so thankful. Everything is perfect, and so will be this night. The princess’ birthday party is always the best. But that will also be the last one happening here for you, in the palace you spent your whole life.

You’re getting married later this year and maybe that’s because you will enter a new world, a new home and family that you felt more like crying than laughing for the moment. Even if there’s no need to worry about this right now,  you can’t help  it. It will be your last birthday here, you had to make it special. Softening the fabric below your hands, you brush the dress lightly while composing yourself one more time. It will be a wonderful night.

You checked your alliance one last time as you made your way to the reception room, ready to make your entrance. There’s already so much noise, you can hear so many voices and music is being played in the background. You glance to the side, bow your head to the knight guarding the place for everyone's safety before letting go of the breath you held until then. A pretty smile appeared on your lips, bigger than the one you force yourself to portray everyday and you take the corner to stand in front of the big stairs. Someone announced your presence and you started going down the stairs while smiling at the crowd under thunderous applause.

You received a thousand congratulations for your birthday and all your previous worries were long forgotten, vanished with the music and you lost track of time. Letting yet another man kiss your hand while congratulating you, you bow in appreciation before hugging his wife who is a close friend to your mother. You get once more involved in a rather boring conversation that you have to pretend to like before someone catches your eyes. Excusing yourself, you hurriedly walked through the crowd to the special someone you just noticed, a sincere smile on your face and sparkles in your eyes.

“Good evening, Sae.” you said happily, taking him off guard. You’re not buying it, him ? Here ? That’s a real surprise. “I’ve never seen you at any balls.” you added, to notify your own surprise.

He cleared his throat, not fully laying his eyes on you yet. “I’m not the most sociable.”

You chuckled at his words. Yes, you’re aware of that for sure. He frowned at you a little before offering you his hand anyway.

“But I couldn’t miss my fiancée’s birthday, could I ? Your dad would’ve been mad.”

“So would I, Mister. Are you even thinking about me ?” you teased before taking his hand in yours. Now, it was like everything was in place to spend the night you were hoping for.

“More than you think.” he whispered as he started to guide you through the crowd once again.

You two talked with so many people, drank so many drinks that you lost count of how many dances you did or how many partners you had between your friends, siblings and guests. All you could feel with the blessing sensation of being as light as a feather. The music takes you to another world, allowing you to be silly one last time, laughing around with your friends and siblings under the persistent yet loving eyes of your future husband. You played dumb when your eyes met and always sent him a huge smile, but you were just as observant as he was and knew exactly when to come to his rescue.

That’s how you stumble to him, playing a little more drunk than you actually were and take his hand even though he was caught up in a seemingly boring conversation.

“Dance with one with me, would you ? Can I steal him from you ?” speaking quickly to both of them, your eyes fell on the medals on the other man’s jacket before smiling to ease him. Military men are hard to deal with.

“I can’t decline anything the princess says, can I ? Especially tonight ; he’s all yours !” You smiled at him as a thank you and just like that, Sae was being dragged away on the dance floor, shaking his head in disbelief. Taking his hands in yours, you two waited for the new song to start and moved along with it when it did.

“You don’t have to thank me.” you teased again but he didn’t answer this time, knowing he didn’t have to. You were already too caught up in the dance, swinging around in this magical waltz as if this was your last night – which felt like it to you. You were getting married in three months, everything was already set and you wouldn't see your siblings or friends often anymore. It felt like the last time you would be able to enjoy yourself that freely and he knew it. That’s why he came, so you wouldn’t have only boring memories with him. To see you smile and have dances like those with you, hearing your laughter was all he asked for tonight.

But the music slowed down and soon, you got closer. He’s not making you spin anymore, you don’t try to make him spin when he doesn’t want to either, and your laughter calmed down. Only a satisfied, tipsy smile remained. Your footsteps synchronized together at a lower pace. Everything seems quiet suddenly, you could only hear your heartbeat and feel Sae’s hands on you. The music and people’s voices fade out, leaving you and Sae in a bubble. You chuckled at the safety filling your body. It was indeed a great night.

“Thank you for coming.” you said out of nowhere, not even looking at him but laying your head against his shoulder. Your heart racing in your rib cage, probably beating hard enough for him to hear it but you didn’t mind. You two will soon be even more intimate. He will feel your heartbeat more than once.

“Don’t thank me for that. Happy birthday, my dear.” he answered quietly, close to your ear before kissing your temple. A nervous laughter left your lips before you bite it down.

You never thought he would be like that, he seems like a distant man when deep down he can’t keep this facade up. Not that you mind. That’s why you fell for him.

i hope you liked it !

#blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #blue lock hc #bllk x reader #bllk headcanons #bllk fluff #sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #sae fluff #sae headcanons #sae hc #sae itoshi #blue lock fantasy au #sae fantasy au #sae prince au

[romanarose]

Darkness on the Edge of Town: Chapter 3

Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Chapter 1 : Chapter 2 Masterlist Join my taglis

Fic Summary: Right before a mandatory FEDRA lockdown, Joel saved a woman in an ally from FEDRA guards and is forced to house her for the entire lockdown. I.e theres only one bed

Chapter Summary: You and Joel pretend life is normal

Warning: SUBBIEST OF SUB JOEL, dirty talk, PIV sex, fingering, Joel being a bit worried he crossed a consent line given the circumstances but he didn't, uhhhhh thanks it? if i miss anything LMK

A/N did I return 4 months later? yes. Will it take another 4 months for the last chapter? I hope not. bc I actually have inspo lol. I had given up but then i got an anon asking for more which always perks me up, so, remember, if you like a fic thats been dead a while, politely tell the writer you are looking forward to more! (politely, do not demand)

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When you woke up, Joel’s arm was around you.

You suspected he was lonely, lonelier than he’d like to admit, and his subconscious sensed the warm body next to him and gravitated towards it. Briefly, you wondered if he had been married, if maybe his wife had died during or after the outbreak. Is that why he had pads in the bathroom? Had it been recent, or had he just not been willing to trade for them because he was secretly sentimental. You’d seen people get sentimental over a lot weirder things than pads. 

You decided to just lay there, enjoying the warmth of his company, silent as ever but no less safe and strong and assuring. He was masculine and you were drawn to that, but a healthy masculinity, the kind where he was the strong silent type but he could not walk away from what was happening to you, no matter how much he wanted to. The kind that didn’t kick you out no matter how much you annoyed him. And yes, you were fully aware you annoyed him, because god, he was so fun to annoy. His grumpy little face, grumpy little frown, the grumpy little lines between his eyebrows you just wanted to kiss…

Images of last night flashed through your head, sucking on the fat tip of his cock, grinding yourself on his leg, the whimpers and shaky moans he made…

“Fuck!” Joel sat up, jolting awake and realizing her was entangled with you. “Sorry, fuck- shit fuck!” He ran both sets of fingers through his messy morning curls, his tan skin even showing a hint of flush at the embarrassment. He’s never seen him so uncertain.

“Joel, It’s okay” You reach for him and he flinches, making you pause… but when you reach for him again, slowly this time, he allows it.

He’s frozen, eyes wide and sad and soft all at once, a new look. Guilt. “I shouldn’t have done that and I should not have let last night happen and-”

“Joel…” You chuckle softly, not mocking him, not belittling his concerns, but merely from the warmth in your heart that such a hardened man could be so soft hearted. “Last night happened because you and I both wanted it.”

“But I shouldn’t have done that to you”

“You didn’t do anything to me. I offered, I wanted to, and if I remember correctly, I did most of the work” You give him a quick wink and he relaxes just a bit. “Joel, I had already made it to adulthood when this outbreak happened. I am not a child, or a mentally stunted youth. I’ve survived this long because I am strong. I know you had to save me, and that’s why you probably view me as someone vulnerable and in need of protection but that’s just not the truth. I appreciate you being considerate, but I really don’t need to be coddled.” You watch as the words settle on his, the gears turning in his head. “Do you regret last night?”

Joel considered this… He felt like he should… but he didn’t. “No”

You give him a smile. “I don’t either. It was fun, you’re hot, I’m hot, we fulfilled a natural urge. And… We’re still stuck together…” Letting go of his hand, you plant both of your palms on bed, positioning yourself on all fours. “So who’s to say it won’t happen again?” With a quip of your mouth, you tease him slowly crawling forward as his eyes darken with desire. In a few moments, you are face to face, your own eyes boring into his milk chocolate ones as you see his need for you, the way he’s fighting with himself. You wondered if he had been religious, if that was the reason he felt this guilt. Did he have a daughter? Did he know someone that had been taken advantage of? These were thing you wanted to know about the sweet, gruff man in front of you… but right now, the main thing you wanted to know was if he could stretch your vagina the way he stretched your mouth last night. 

The impulse must’ve won over, because Joel leaned forward, kissing you, attempting to gain some sort of control over the situation.

But you knew Joel a decent amount by this point, been able to glean a vague map of his personality from the glimpses you got into his psyche and you knew what he needed. Joel mother fucking Miller did not need control. He needed to let go.

So you help him with that.

Hands firm on his slightly softened chest, still hardened with physical labor but a little squish from age, you push him down gently, never breaking the kiss and you claim his mouth for your own and guide him to lay down. Laying there for a while, you don’t push anything, allowing the moment to do its work. You had to be gentle with a man like Joel. Firm and clear, to be sure, but careful. He’d be spooked away easily, and the last thing you wanted was to add to his nerves. Joel just submitted… so easily. 

Emboldened by the make out and the way you ground your body against him, Joel slips his hands down your pants- his pants- and begins to massage your mound. Joel may enjoy letting go, but he is no stranger to pleasing a woman, and he quickly had you moaning into his mouth.

“Can I ride you, Joel? Please?” You beg for his permission, ready to put the built muscles of hard work to use on him. 

“Oh god, yes” Joel is eager for you, ready to feel the warmth of a woman for the first time in god knows how long. He feels you begin to move to climb on top, but he instead pushes you down, angling his body above yours for a flash of dominance. You look up at him all bright-eyed and ready, but he had your comfort in mind. Sliding his hands down your pants once more, Joel plays with your pussy lips before asking permission. “Let me open you up first.” He didn’t want to sound braggadocious, but he was aware of his size. 

When you agreed, Joel wasted no time and slid 2 long, thick fingers right inside you, curling up each time he pumped inwards. You hum in appreciation as he continued kissing your neck.

“Can I mark you, beautiful?” Joel asked, taking a light nibble on the soft flesh off your neck so it was clear what he wanted to mark.

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes pleeeeaasssee” In rapid succession, you not only grant him permission but beg him to make you his, if only for now, if only for this week, you were his and he was yours. You buck your hips up subtly to meet his hand, feeling the warmth bubbling inside you.

Joel began to suck on your neck, nibbling a bit on your shoulder to test the grounds and when you moan, he bites harder… and harder… and harder until you scream out his name and he attempts to pull away, afraid he hurt you, but your death grip on his hair keeps him latched onto you, pressing his teeth further into your skin. You cum around his fingers with a death grip, Joel’s body rutting against yours.

As you came down from your high, Joel disengaged from the attachment but never from your skin for more than a second, licking and sucking and kissing over that bleeding spot. With the slow of your heavy breaths, you could hear his desperate whines from his throat.

“Joel, Joel, baby” You force him to look at you, his eyes wet and mouth bloody, worried he did something wrong. “Goddamn…” You surge forward, just desperate to kiss him again, unable to be away from him for more than a moment to breathe, sometimes you didn’t even want that, perfectly happy to suffocate together and die like this. As you kiss, you guide him to lay down, taking off your pants as well as his, you climb on top and straddle his slutty little waist. 

His obscenely large hands tug at your shirt. “Off, please? Please, please I need- fuck, I need to see you.”

Happy to oblige the handsome man under you, you place your hands over his and tighten them to a grip on your shirt. Guiding him, you allow him to pull the shirt over your body and you smile at the awe in his face. Joel paws at your breasts and you slide your slick core over his hard cock that rested against his belly.

“In my mouth” Joel begs, and you need to ask what he wants to suck on, his eyes are trained on your tits. “Need them in my mouth, please.”

You lean over, and Joel quickly takes your right nipple in his mouth, making the sounds of your pleasure fill the room. “Eager boy” You coo at him, tugging gently on his hair just to hear those needy whimpers again. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

While he remains otherwise occupied, you line his fat tip up at your entrance and slowly, slowly work your way down his length.

Joel’s lips let go of his ministrations on your tits, his head hanging back as he groans your name loudly. His palms find your ass, the sheer size of them spread out nearly covering the whole expanse, and with a bruising grip he begins to rock you on his cock.

“So goddamn tight, fuck”

You would be, you hadn’t had sex in god knows how long. Not the best pickings right now in the men department.

“You close, Joel?” You tease him. “Been so long inside a pussy, you’re gonna just cum right after sliding in?” Working those leg muscles, you begin to bounce on him, rewarding you with a moan and a tight scrunch of his face. He was trying his hardest not to embarrass himself by cumming in seconds, but you found it unbelievably hot. Making it your mission to make him cum, you lean backwards and brace yourself against his strong, meaty thigh and reach until you find what you're looking for; his hairy, sweaty balls. You play with them, rolling them around in your hand and finding the right rhythm until he’s bucking up his hips.

“Ho-o-o-o-o-oly shit! FUUUUUCK! You’re gonna- FUCK! You gotta stop that, you’re gonna make me- ohhhh, fuuuuck!” He’s practically thrashing beneath you. It was salacious, seeing his broad, strong body so submissive for you, beyond erotic seeing him an absolute mess for you, such a far cry from the man who rescued you that first day. That Joel was strong, dominant, in charge and clear headed. The Joel you had now? This Joel was submissive, fucked out and writhing, completely at you mercy.

The power of a good blowjob.

This Joel needed you to take care of him, and take care of him you would.

You continued bouncing off him, Joel’s hands having moved to the sheets for fear of hurting you with his grip, and he was trying to best to hold on to his own orgasm… but when he opened his eyes to see your cheeky, grinning face smiling down at him… he knew your were playing with him, and he couldn't help but smile back.

“Fucking brat!” But he was smiling, thrusting up into you and pawing at your breasts, bound and determined to make you cum before him.

Both of your attempts to make the other cum first backfired, both of you cumming at the same time. You scream his name while Joel shouts obscenities, not doubt irritating the neighbors trapped in the same apartment complex with you both all week. Exhausted, your sweaty body slumps over his, and you are delighted to feel his arms wrap protectively over you. It was good to know he wouldn’t turn straight back into the Joel you had known before right after shooting his cum inside you.

“Probably should’ve pulled out, huh?”

“You seemed a little preoccupied.” Always gotta be a pain in his ass.

“Go to sleep, you’re less annoying that way.” His voice was gruff but quite and his grip on you remained steadfast.

“Wait until I start sleep talking. You’ll never be rid of this mouth.”

“Oh Jesus.”

In his arms, you fall back asleep, his cock still inside you, but you don't care. None of it mattered. Not the circumstances of why you were here, not all the times he ignored you, not the dingy apartment room or the drool and cum and sweat on the sheets, swirling around the room and permeating your nose. In times like these you learn to take love where you can get it. Not that you thought you were in love, no. You weren’t stupid. But there was a version of love here, in this act, and affection that didn’t exist in the late night hook ups, meet ups where you were pressed against an alleyway by someone whose name you didn’t even know because intimacy more than penetration hurt. This was something different. Something fleeting and short and ill-timed but gentle and caused your heart to swell in just the right way. For this week, you could live in a bubble with Joel, just to have a taste of normalcy for a few godforsaken days. Both of you deserved it.

You dreamt during your nap. You dreamed most nights of a life you could never have again. A life of drinks and fun and holidays, family, rest, 40 hour work weeks… simple things. Tonight you were at a bar, at an open mic night, the sound of guitar playing and muffled singing ringing in your ears as you begin to stir awake, the sounds of the dream bleeding into real life.

‘Oh yeah, life goes on long after the thrill of live’n is gone‘

A blanket is tucked tightly over your, protecting your modesty despite Joel seeing you naked before. A gentleman, that one, no matter how much he tries to act like that part of him died. When you finally drag your eyes open, curious if you’re just plain hallucinating the singing of the John Melloncamp song, you are surprised to see the back of Joel’s chair with his salt and pepper hair popping over the top and the head of his guitar coming out of the side.

Joel was playing guitar for you.

Turning to the right to find your previously discarded clothes, instead find a fresh pair of sweats and a flannel laid out for you. Joel’s music pauses as he hears the rustling of the bed, but he continues, blending the song into an acoustic version of Simply the Best, the strum of his guitar much more pleasant a wake up than you’ve gotten since childhood. Instead of the sweats, you opt to steal a pair of boxers.

As he sings, you walk up behind him to wrap your arms around his chest, and he accu

“Now darl’n, did you purposely only button two buttons on this flannel just to- god dammit, ain’t even wearing pants.” He sounds like he’s grumbling, but you know him better by now. Although you adore the music, you take the guitar out of his hands and carefully lay it on the floor before straddling his lap.

“Can we just pretend?”

He didn’t need to ask what you meant. “Yeah we can pretend.”

Just for this week, you were a normal couple in the year 2003, having a stay-cation. Maybe American would come on, maybe you’d make him rewatch Sex and the City. All that was up in the air. Right now, you were just waking up and wearing his clothes like everything was normal and the outside didn’t exist.

You spent the whole day and the next talking. Joel wasn’t surprised by that; it was all you had done this whole week, even when you two fucked your mouth was running. Unless, of course, he had you occupied with his dick. Most of the time was spent talking about things from before, but only in a vague sense. He never mentioned Tommy or Sarah, and he didn’t know what family you have or had. He told you he did construction, you told him you liked Star Wars.

“At least we got to see Episode III before the outbreak. I wouldn’t be able to stand the suspense. I think I’d hunt down George Lucas and ask him what happened.”

Shirtless from your last fuck, Joel strummed his guitar while you talked, light and airy as to not seem like he was playing over you, but giving the room a relaxed, fun ambiance. “You think Goerge Lucas is alive?”

“I dunno, I think a lot of those rich guys are.”

“Maybe the ones with money and political connections. Like Swartzanagger. Or a Kennedy.”

“I met Natalie Maines”

“No shit?”

“Yeah. It’s so weird. Last I heard of her country stations were boycotting her music because she said something against George Bush. No wonder she was shoveling shit in Philly.”

Joel hummed in agreement, stating that Sarah Michelle Geller lives in the Boston QZ. Before the conversion could continue, you both hear a shout from the window.

“MILLER!”

“God fucking dammit.” Joel set his guitar aside, digging for his discarded shirt to go to the window, but saw you headed right for it. He shouted your name, but you didn’t listen. You never fucking do. He scrambled to pulling the gray shirt over himself, before shoving you aside just as you pull up the window.

Fucking Ross was below. 

“What the fuck do you want, Ross” He calls below, continuously trying to push you away from the window while you pushed right back, bickering with him. He didn’t want you anywhere in shooting distance.

Ross and several other guards were standing there, arms. 

“3 days left, Miller. What’s the plan?” When Joel didn’t answer, Ross continued. “You can’t keep her up there forever.”

Annoyed, Joel raised an arm to the window pane and cocks and eyebrow at the young man. “You still on about this? Can’t get pussy anywhere else?”

You peak out from under Joel’s arm, grinning even through Joel’s knee was trying to shove you away.

Ross wasn’t having it, raising his Joel.

Immediately, Joel’s body tackled you down and out of the way.

“SOON AS SHE’S OUT OF THAT APARTMENT, SHE’D RIGHT BACK WHERE SHE STARTED, MILLER!”

Joel waited, body covering over yours with a protective heaviness unless the footsteps and chatter retreated… but then he stayed, he stayed over you, as if as soon as you stood up you’ll be taken from him and the first sense of normal since Sarah’s death will be ripped apart.

He tucked his head into your neck, not ready to give up defeat… but unsure what to do. You weren’t safe. He didn’t save you.

“Joel…” You ask him, still pressed into the hardwood floor but not complaining. “What am I gonna do…”

*************

Thank you to the person who sent the anon saying they'd love more. that gave me so much motivation,

@trinkets01 @ninebluehearts@luciannadraven33 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @buriednurbckyrd @hiroikegawa @whatthefishh @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @koshkaj-blog

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[inuhalfdemon]

No One Can Know... (3/?)

Word Count: 1,186 Words

Rating: Explicit (Violence/Gore)

Chapter 3

"I can be your heavenly or I can be your hell

I can say a prayer for you or I can cast a spell

I push you to the darkness just to pull you to the light

'Cause I can take away your breath or I can bring you back to life..."

- In This Moment

Directly following the events of Lucifer’s visit: Alastor smoothly shifted from the shadows, materializing himself into the midst of his radio station that was attached to the hotel. He glared at Lucifer, the fallen angel languidly stretched out fully and comfortably in his chair beside the radio control panel; a large shit-eating grin across his face. 

"What are you doing here?" Alastor asked him, lowly. 

"Charlie invited me." Lucifer's grin actually widened. 

"I'm well aware." Alastor bit back. "I mean what are you doing here? Now? Don't you have a meeting to arrange?" 

"It's already done." Lucifer shrugged. "Lilith has it all taken care of. I'm here to check-in; suck your dick if you’d like. You seem a little...tense." 

"I decline. Now get out." 

"You're sure?" Lucifer asked him, laughing. "It wouldn't take long and I assure you, I'm quite good." 

Alastor bristled. 

Normally, he wouldn't let the man get so under his skin... However, these past couple of days, Alastor had been feeling the beginnings of an impending rut. He was refusing to admit that little bit of honesty to himself, though, let alone Lucifer. There was still too much to do yet; the extermination was merely a couple months away....he didn't have time for such nonsense. 

"You seem like you could really use it, too." Lucifer was digging in. "Aren't you supposed to be protecting this place? I thought the radio demon avoided all that kind of riff-raff." 

"I took care of it." 

"Hm, yes. I saw. A very intimidating display. You know, had you been better at addressing Charlie's needs here, I never would have gotten to see it." 

"I haven't heard any complaints from…my Queen." Alastor told him.

"Nor would you..." Lucifer sighed; getting up from the chair now and walking over to where Alastor stood. "She seems rather fond of her new...pet." 

Alastor fought to maintain his composure at this; the remark effectively agitating an already struck nerve. Lucifer smirked at this; enjoying the effect his little planned comment had made. He hadn’t missed the little discussion Alastor had had with the bartender; just one of the unfortunate souls Alastor still had bound by his chain.

Lucifer stopped; standing very close to Alastor now. 

"Last chance. We could whip this out right now and you can go enjoy yourself a nice cigarette." Lucifer leaned in, his eyes darting to Alastor's crotch then back again; his eyebrows bouncing in a overly dramatic and suggestive way. 

"Must you act like that?" Alastor hissed. 

"Like what?" 

"A child?" Alastor glared. 

"How should I act, to you, Alastor? Is it so important to you that I display myself in frightening and intimidating ways so that others may respect and fear me every moment they are within my presence? I am well aware of the power that I command; I don't have to be concerned with what others believe or may think...that would possibly suggest a significant level of...insecurity."

Alastor growled; his eyes glowing a soft red. 

"Well, that turned you on." Lucifer quipped. 

"You know," Alastor's eyes flared redder. "I almost want to let you..." Alastor reached out, clawed fingers curled - he set his hand beneath the King's chin, leaning in.

Alastor's shadow slipped from him; sliding along a darkened corner and rising slowly behind Lucifer.

"If only to watch you choke on my cock; jammed deep into your throat as I utterly wreck that pretty face of yours."

Alastor's shadow pressed in closer, clawed hands reaching...

"Oh, so you think I'm pretty?" Lucifer blurted, rather cockily.

Alastor's eyes narrowed. "You'd be beautiful...gasping and choking beneath me...wondering at just how a fallen angel ever could manage to sink so low..." 

"Uh, huh." Lucifer had had enough.

Alastor's shadow darted for him but before it could touch the angel it was struck sharply by the end of a brightly glowing and golden chain. Hissing and spitting, Alastor's shadow fled. Alastor barely had time to flinch before Lucifer turned the chain on him; sending it to tighten around his neck and hoisting him sharply upwards so that he was kicking and strangling in its grip. Moving; the chain drug him backwards, slamming him painfully into a wall and holding him fast.

“Your pillow talk really needs some work.” Lucifer told him, darkly as he approached him.  

Alastor still struggling; choked against the chain. Reaching out, Lucifer clenched Alastor’s side with sharpened talons; claws sinking into his hip and holding him firmly in place against the wall. Gasping; all the remaining air left Alastor’s lungs and his struggles drastically lessened.

“Now.” Lucifer flicked a sharpened claw; tracing it over Alastor’s fine pin-striped suit – sharply cutting into it and the soft cavity of Alastor’s abdomen – just below the sternum. “Let’s discuss this rather poor attitude of yours.”

Pulling the claw down; Lucifer gutted the radio demon like a fish. Alastor gave a garbled cry; writhing against the chain and against the wall – his blood and guts spilling into Lucifer’s outstretched hands.

Twisting the writhing intestines between his fingers; Lucifer stared up at the look of pure look of manic horror that was Alastor’s face. The sinner was still smiling but his ears where laid flat to his head in complete and desperate submission; his eyes wide and panicked; his body flaying less and less…

“I don’t care what you think of me, Alastor.” Lucifer said, softly. “You walk a rather treacherous path, my friend. Never let your detestation – no matter how great - cloud your perceptions of someone… You may think little of me but that does not change the amount of power I have at my command.” He gripped the moving intestines tightly in his hands and Alastor shrieked; foaming at the mouth.

“Lilith requires your services, you bastard.” Lucifer continued. “I cannot take that from her; but I can put you in your place.”

Alastor’s body had stopped it’s flaying - going limp now; his consciousness quickly fading.

Sighing; Lucifer released him. The intestines pulled from his hands; curling themselves back into Alastor’s cavity – his abdomen and suit zipping themselves neatly closed as if Lucifer had merely pulled down on a zipper. The golden chain came loose; dropping Alastor unceremoniously onto the ground.    

Alastor fell forward; his body violently shaking as he heaved in great gulps of air and tried to process what the fuck had just happened.

Rolling his eyes; Lucifer turned and walked away – throwing up a swirling golden portal with a wave of the hand.

“Per our deal, I leave you to it. Call on me when or if you require it.” Lucifer told him.

Alastor shakily rose himself from the ground so that he was knelt before Lucifer on his knees – still clutching for air and ears pulled back; staring crazily at the King. Lucifer’s eyes shifted to the seam of his pants. Raising an eyebrow just before he stepped away and into the portal he said; “You’ll have to take care of that one yourself.” – referring to the very distinct tent that jutted from the layer of fabric between Alastor’s legs – leaving the radio demon alone: feeling rather whipped and humiliated.

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[scintillyyy]

so i want (finally after months of this sitting in my drafts) to say some things about dana winters-drake, because she, along with jack and janet fascinate me. and i'm going to preface this and say: yes, i know she was created and written by terrible sexist writers, a lot of her more negative traits are because terrible sexist writers don't understand or care about how to write women and write them as laughably wtf, and none of what i'm saying means that i think she deserved her ultimate fate (she definitely did not, and i am mad about it). but! she is more complex than just a generic good mom and she has some really interesting negative characteristics to me. and i'm gonna put this under a read more, because this is probably going to get long

#1 dana as the worst physical therapist in the world:

so i'm going to start with my main point of contention(? i don't know, maybe not that strong) with her: her introduction. she's introduced as jack's physical therapist, and i will not lie, this comes very, very close to absolutely ruining her completely for me and the only reason is doesn't is because i'm aware of who created her, so it's not her fault. i'm am absolutely biased about this, i will admit it. i find this personally abhorrent on every level due to personal reasons, and there is no way anyone will ever convince me that this is not that bad. there is no situation in which dana is not a total monster for this. and i am correct about this. i promise you i can argue every "but" you have about it. i'm sorry. (unless, of course, your argument is 'but this is comics and we don't ascribe that much real life morality to comics', in which case: fair. that's true.)

because i want to make it clear: jack sucks, but dana is the one in the wrong here when it comes to them getting in a relationship. i see a lot of "but she was way younger than him" kind of framing her as an innocent young ingenue to jack's older, predatory ways and i'm over here like...that's not how this works at all.

because dana was the professional in the patient-provider relationship. jack shouldn't have been weird or flirty with her, absolutely, please don't harass your health care professionals (but it also tracks! a survey of physical therapists showed that 84% reported being sexually harassed at work from a patient during their career. so yes, of course jack, a man in his 40s-50s would absolutely try to flirt with his PT, 100%) but the thing is...there's nothing actually stopping jack from trying to flirt with his PT. it's annoying and he shouldn't, but there's no laws against it. dana is the one who has the moral, legal, and ethical obligation to maintain a solely professional relationship with jack (yes, even if she is younger than him-also, i promise you, she was at least 24-25 even being introduced in the 90s. at that time physical therapy was largely a master's program following a 4 year bachelor program. she has a fully developed frontal lobe. she's old enough to know her responsibilities. you don't graduate from school for physical therapy or any other rehabilitation job knowing anything but getting with a patient is the #1 no-no, go directly to jail, do not pass go, etc). she is the healthcare provider in this relationship. jack can flirt with her until the cows come home and it's her responsibility to shut him down every time.

because!! there's a little thing called a practice act. it governs what a licensed professional is and isn't allowed to do. and look, i found new jersey's. highlighted just for you. no amount of ~but they're in love~ will help here. no excuses dana!!

i just live in a world where she loses her license to practice after she gets together with jack, okay. like, tbf, she doesn't get shown actually going on dates with jack until after he can walk again in robin #15, but this is nowhere near at least 3 months after he's done with his rehab. like. it's heavily implied that their relationship basically started while she was actively treating him. like. is he even done with his rehab at this point? he mentions he's almost there wrt his walking so is she still his physical therapist? it's never made clear when she stops. dana starts sleeping with him a few issues after this, so god, i hope so.

anyways, even if she had waited three months after terminating their patient-provider relationship, there's various other reasons why her choosing to get together with jack at all after being his physical therapist is a little morally sus even if technically legal. because here's a list of things that dana would technically probably have access to/know about jack as her patient:

does jack have erectile dysfunction issues as a result of his neurologic damage from the poison? she has access to his medications, so she knows.

does jack have depression/other mental health issues from the loss of his wife/is he getting therapy/is he on anti-depressants? it's probably in his chart as a part of coordination of care. is that mental health stuff relevant to his care at all? in this case probably, given the fact that his quadriplegia is wrapped up in the incident that also murdered his wife.

has she worked with jack at all about modifying sexual positions on account of his impairments? pts will discuss this with patients if it's relevant to their care. they actually learn in school on how to educate patients with quadriplegia on how they might have to modify their intimacy with their partners in case it's relevant to care.

patients tend to confide in their PTs a lot. a lot. since they tend to see their rehab providers a lot more than other providers, patients are far more likely to confide a lot of really personal stuff to them because of the rapport/trust that builds between them over time. has jack cried over janet in his sessions with dana? has jack talked about his insecurities about how things will never be the same for him or his mobility and how that makes him feel? has he discussed his frustration at his progress or lack thereof? i cannot stress how much dana has probably gotten to know jack over the course of their rehab together, really sensitive stuff, and then to turn around and get into a relationship with a patient after having been entrusted with that sensitive information about them? would be extremely sus on the part of that provider. would you feel comfortable if that was your dad? you shouldn't.

like, this is fundamentally a very intimate and delicate patient case given everything that jack has been through. which makes it even more important that a clear line of professionalism is drawn and maintained. and dana didn't do that, clearly.

#2. dana prioritizes her position as jack's partner over her position tim's "mom"

now, i don't think this is a bad thing, necessarily! she is, after all, tim's step-mom and she made it clear from the beginning she had no intention of taking tim's mom's place. and she and tim do see each other as family and clearly care about each other. i think she's a very good step-mom, actually! she's willing to listen to tim and she tries to be a mediator between him and his dad/advocate for tim.

that being said, she almost always will capitulate to jack's position in the end. she might try to get jack to ease up, but she never really actively fights against jack's final decision on what to do with tim. remember the tv ripping out of the wall incident? in robin #45?

this happens after dana came in and talked to tim and said she'll talk to his dad about jack hearing out tim's side of the ariana story. she does, because jack comes in hoping to talk things out and when tim is ignoring him he does this lovely move. so what does this have to do with dana? well here's the thing: dana is still only dating jack at this point. she's not married to him, she can leave at any time. if she's over at their house, there's no way she missed this happening. did she wonder why jack came back from his talk with tim with tim's tv at all? did she shrug it off when she heard him start screaming at tim (remember, drake manor is big but it's not that big)? she clearly accepted that jack grounded tim for weeks after this. she's clearly not opposed to staying in a relationship with a man who would do this to his son. which says something about her. no matter how awful jack treats tim (in front of her even) she maintains a very harmonious relationship with the man and continues to want to be in a relationship with him, so as much as she might try to surface disapprove of jack's treatment of tim, in the end she'll shrug and accept it because she won't implode her relationship with jack over his treatment of tim. she definitely prioritizes her place as jack's partner. see robin #66, jack yelling at tim for running away back to gotham city right in front of dana. she's still not married to him!! this could be a deal breaker for her and it's not!!

here's her being clearly fine and going with jack on a vacation to blizzard central chicago, il right before the holidays in the dcu holiday bash iii.

here she is being more concerned about when jack is going to ask her to marry him when he's sending tim to boarding school as punishment for no man's land in robin #74:

like none of this is mutually exclusive with her being a pretty nice step-mom to tim. just that is she's okay and is a person who wants to be in a very good relationship with jack drake, she has to be someone who accepts jack's treatment of tim. she doesn't want to actually rock the boat with jack in a way that would actually jeopardize her relationship with him, as much as she tries to soften his treatment of tim.

she's clearly okay with jack just calling tim in robin #78 to tell him they're getting married. she's popping toasting to celebrate as he does this. she never said, hey jack, maybe we should tell tim in person?

#3. dana is kind of judgemental about tim's girlfriends in defense of tim/lowkey a little sexist and she's a fair representation of a republican woman.

now, this one is fair to ignore because it was written mainly by dixon and willingham, but also the sexist things she's said/implies about them is actually fairly realistic imo because the republican older women i know have said things along the vein of things dana has said. in robin #45 she says this weird thing about ariana

by saying she is implying that she knows that ariana is actually the one at fault for this entire mess and tim has to protect her reputation and saying that ariana would have a "reputation" if it came out that she was actually the one at fault. which. maybe in the 90s, but also this is a very old, conservative viewpoint on women so.

and then in robin #124 where she defaults to blaming stephanie for corrupting tim (also, she's like "jack we shouldn't do this" but then. like. doesn't actually fight him and stop him from doing this she let's him do this. then is like sigh, guess i'll make tim's favorite lasagna rather than actually fight and stop jack from doing this).

which yea, willingham. but given that dana has defaulted to defending tim over his girlfriends in the past re: ariana, i actually think it's quite in line for a more conservative woman like dana to be super nice to their son's girlfriends up until their son potentially looks bad and then immediately turning their backs on them because or the idea that their sons ~could never~. like. i hear the following things from conservative women at least 3x/week (paraphrased):

oh, well, girls you know. they're so much more drama than boys.

my boys were so easy, but my daughter? oh god, i can't even begin with her

girls are so catty. boys are so much easier to deal with.

my son has this girlfriend. i just. i. hmmm. i just don't know about her. she's. she's. she's okay, i guess. i have some concerns.

as for how i know she's a conservative woman? she's happily and harmoniously married to jack and she's a PT in bristol township. i am 110% certain she's a registered republican. with her moral ambiguity and slighy sexism she reads as a fairly realistic conservative to me.

anyways in conclusion, i think she's actually a lot more complex than just generic good step-mom! she has a lot of failures and negative characteristics that makes her more interesting to me than just good sainted woman who puts up with jack and tim. she has her own faults. we do have to remember that she had a very good relationship with jack and saw how he treated tim and was largely okay with it. maybe jack was someone she thought she could change. maybe she agreed with him on a lot of things. jack and dana have the harmonious relationship that fandom wants jack and janet (a very volatile and ultimately ill-matched relationship) to have had!

anyways here's one final panel from robin #100 of dana saying that tim could just get a job and help out with the family finances after jack lost the company that i couldn't think of where else to put it (like, she's probably joking. but clearly this is something both she and jack find funny to joke about.)

#dana winters #jack drake #tim drake #batman #dc

[longsleeveleper]

Can’t put into words what finding Nurgle meant to me

Not long after Halloween I got chronically sick and was confined to my room with naught but my computer to keep me company. During that time I fell into Warhammer 40k via a let’s play of Dark Crusade and as a Warcraft 3 kid oh man love at first sight. I’d fall in love with fantasy later but that’s another story.

The funny thing is chaos isn’t my favorite faction, though it is one of them. My favorite faction is Orks. And the Death Guard aren’t my favorite chaos warband, it’s the Night Lords (yes yes edgelord I’m aware it’s what I’m here for). So I don’t really identify with Nurgle on a tribal level, I don’t love him because my favorite character or faction is Nurgle. I identify with Nurgle on a philosophical level, because of the value they had to me metaphysically.

Now let me clarify, I don’t want everyone to die of super-mega-pneumonia. Quite the opposite I want nobody to ever be sick because I now know for an absolute fact being sick SUCKS. But, I am sick, and I have been told I will be sick forever. This is where the value of Nurgle to me enters the picture.

Nurgle and Nurglite worshippers are the first time I can recall truly see people with diseases being represented with strength. It definitely want the first time such a thing was presented to me, but Nurgle is such a strong and repeated example of it that it I couldn’t ignore it. Because illness is strength for those who worship Nurglites. They are some of the most stubborn damn near impossible to kill just straight up fuck you try me durable. In mechanical terms being a nurglite will make you tougher to kill. Because they are sick, because being sick is a gift from their god to make them stronger. WOW!

There are so many further layers to my love of Nurgle. For one, Nurglites are described as being able to feel no pain. Now pain has an important biological function, but let me tell you, I have way too damn much of it. I haven’t been without pain for 13 years, I haven’t fully relaxed in 13 years, I haven’t been able to think without a dagger in my head in 13 fucking years. So the notion of feel no pain has quite the appeal to me, even if on a rational level I understand that feeling no pain would be it’s own dire problem.

There’s also how the Death Guard fall to Nurgle, where so much pain and suffering is inflicted on them to the point they begged on someone anyone to take the pain away. And yeah Nurgle is the guy who made them feel away, he is evil remember. But hey I’ve been there! I have begged and pleaded and prayed to doctors to please do something anything to make the pain stop, to make me feel better. And you know what? At least the death guard got a fucking answer. I’m still in pain! No one’s answered my prayers. So I understand the utter desperation of a situation like that.

But speaking of what Nurgle does let’s talk about him! Grandfather Nurgle, that’s his title, because that’s his demeanor. He’s a doting fatherly god who loves and cares for his worshippers, giving onto them lovely gifts. Sure, those gifts are horrific diseases. But he’s one of the few deities to show anything close to benevolence in the entire setting of 40k. A lot of his followers follow suit as well. Whether it be the jovial Great Unclean Ones, the feral shitkid nurglings, the Beasts of Nurgle who are literally described as puppylike, or an amicable friendly cultists who smiles at you through rotting teeth a lot of Nurgle’s followers are *happy*. The notion of finding happiness even in a setting as terribly horribly bleak as 40k inspires me to hope I can find happiness in our much happier reality.

There are many, many things I love and adore. So many things that have meant the world to me, that have taught me something that isn’t irreplaceable. But when I chose to get a tattoo I picked the Mark of Nurgle. Because to me, that symbol means love, but it’s also something that will never ever not be a part of me. It means acceptance of where I am and who I am. It’s an attempt to salvage what strength I can from a situation that has rendered me weak. So whenever I need to remind myself of that meaning I touch my tattoo, and I try to embody what Nurgle means to me. My illness isn’t something I can beat. But it’s something I can endure.

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[jamesshawgames]

hey james! i saw the drama that happened with hosted games and i do just want to say that im sorry that you went through that 😭 that sucks but i am happy that you finally broke away from that company, i feel like the bullshit they pull will get worse over time

but I also do have a genuine question about your relics series! I've been thinking of playing it, I already have the games downloaded, but could you tell me what ROs are available/brief descriptions of them and what their route is like?

Yes!

So there are four ROs in the first game, and then a further 3 open up in the second, meaning a total of 7 across the series. They are as follows:

(In Book 1):

Jian Zhu (male), a charming Chinese spy with dark secrets. His route is quite dark, he needs a lot of help to work through some difficult stuff that he's done in the past and to become a better person.

Cleo Stone (female), an adventurer-archaeologist just like you. She's very tough and uncompromising, and her route is mostly about discovering the sweetness under her swagger!

Esme and Abdul (female and male). These can be romanced individually, or together. They're already in a relationship with each other, but are open to poly with someone else, either together or individually. Esme is an English aristocrat who loves adventure and gave up her birthright to head out to the Middle East to become an explorer / adventurer. She's brave, funny and a little stuck up, but she's self-aware about that and can make fun of it. Abdul is the son of a deposed Middle Eastern royal family living in exile in Istanbul. He's a sweetheart and a mom figure: his romance is quite cute.

(In Book 2)

Rémy Fournier (male) is a mischievous French historian who enjoys hedonism, drinking too much and living too fast. His romance is playful and full of teasing, as you slowly make him realize that you might be worth "settling down" for.

María García Pérez (female) is a Spanish treasure-hunter. She's a major character in Book 1, but only becomes romanceable in Book 2. You get to choose your history with her: she can be an ex, an old friend, an old enemy, or an old acquaintance from back when you and she studied together. She's very fierce, determined to be independent, and quite hostile and scathing. It takes a lot of work to wear her down. This is the rivals/enemies-to-lovers route, basically.

"The Amazonian" (non-binary) is a playful master thief. You run into them briefly in Book 1, but they come back with a vengeance in Book 2 and become fully romanceable. They're the biggest mystery: they don't want to reveal much, even their real name, and it takes a lot to figure them out fully. Their romance is fun and light and playful.

There are no new ROs in Book 3, but you can obviously continue your relationship with your ROs from book 1 or 2, or initiate a romance with any of the 7 if you're still single. If you begin Book 3 with a locked-in relationship, you'll even have the chance to have an in-game wedding!

Hope that helped.

#asks answered #relics of the lost age #relics series #relics 3

[falconcoast]

traveling home | dainsleif x reader

day two. traveling home ft. dainsleif

event masterlist

you go home with dainsleif. or, well, you're supposed to. when your flight is delayed until tomorrow morning, dainsleif books a hotel room for you. years of pining come to light.

a/n: LATE AGAIN I AM AWARE had piano today why am i involved in so many extracurriculars. tbh i took a lot of creative privilege because i <3 this trope but anyways take a lil dainy he's so baby to me <3

tags: the best slowburn trope ever. you know what it is. no warnings apply! :D

as your childhood friend and roommate in your apartment, it was only natural for you to travel home together. you’d call it a blessing in disguise that he was willing to accompany you; he’d managed to drive through liyuean traffic all the way to the airport, carried all of your bags, and gotten to your gate with an hour and a half to spare. so when you had heard that your flight was delayed until tomorrow morning, dainsleif was quick to find a solution.

“oh, archons, how are we supposed to find a hotel room? it looks like everyone’s stuck here until tomorrow,” you lamented, looking at the bright red “delayed” notifications on the arrival and departure screen.

“i already booked a room for us,” dainsleif answered, showing you his phone. “shall we head out now? we can check in in thirty minutes.”

taking his hands in yours and squeezing them tightly, you grinned at him. “you’re a miracle worker, you know?!” you exclaimed, hugging him tightly around the waist.

a little over an hour later, you were in the hallway with dainsleif. the stormy weather outside batted at the windows of the hotel airport, violently wiping leaves across the panes. it echoed down the hall, where the two of you were the only occupants.

opening the door, you let dainsleif in first. “i’m so excited,” you chirped. “yeah, it sucks that we can’t be on the plane home right now, but at least we can, like, fully lay down now! and also not eat shitty airplane food. man, when i was going home for fall break, i--”

“there’s only one bed,” dainsleif interrupted your spiel.

“hey, i was talking about my--wait, what?!”

“there’s only one bed,” dainsleif repeated plainly, while you stuck your head through the door.

looking inside, he was making an astute observation. there was, in fact, only one bed with crisp white sheets and fluffy pillows. “oh,” you breathed out. you supposed that even a paragon like dainsleif could mess up every once in a while.

“there are no other rooms in the hotel. the rest have already been occupied,” your best friend declared, ushering you in and shutting the door. “it was a mistake on my part, y/n. i solemnly apologize. i will be sleeping on the floor to pay for my actions.”

“hey, what?! i don’t want you sleeping on the floor!” you pouted, placing your hands on your hips. “it’s really not a big deal, dain. you’ve been working overtime to make sure we get home safely. i’ll be the one sleeping on the floor.”

“absolutely not.”

“well, you’re not going on the floor whether you like it or not! not on my watch!”

…and that was how you and your best friend ended up sitting on the edge of the bed together in your pajamas together. it had been a long, long time since you and dainsleif had had a sleepover together. “reminds me of when we were kids,” you smiled, as he plugged his phone into the nightstand plug. “we used to watch scary movies in a pillow fort on nights when we had math tests in the morning.”

“yes. but we’re all grown up now, aren’t we?” he said, running a hand through his blond hair.

you stared at him after he said that. surely, if you were to tell your hometown friend that you slept in the same bed with him tomorrow, there would be a romantic implication to it.

you thought about it like you hadn’t had a crush on him since you were teenagers. dainsleif had always been there for you. hell, even today, he stood as your voice of reason in the chaos of getting home. he was like that when you were back at your apartment too. he always brought you a sweet treat when he came home from work, he offered a clean sleeve when you cried, and remembered the smallest things. it was impossible to not fall in love with dainsleif.

“y/n, you have been spacing out for a while. are you alright?” he asked, cradling your cheek. there he went again, being ever the gentleman. cheeks flaring with heat, you turned away and pressed your palms to your cheeks.

“it’s nothing!” you all but exclaimed, crawling to the headboard and diving under the sheets. a soft rumble of laughter erupted his chest as you hid under the comforter.

“good night, y/n,” he whispered, patting your covered figure on the head.

with a click of the nightstand light, the room disappeared into darkness. you still hid under the sheets, clutching onto the cold cloth for dear life. you were in proximity with the man you had had a crush on for years now and yet you still felt the need to hide, as if he could read your thoughts. the thought of him knowing tore your brain apart, and you knew it would only end with you losing your best friend.

you laid there for what felt like an eternity until you heard dainsleif shift. turning over, you shyly peeked from your position. surprisingly, he was already looking at you, and he was pouting. “did you need something, dain?” you asked softly.

the moonlight caught his eye, glowing an ethereal blue. “it’s nothing,” he replied, a bit too easily to be chalked up to nothing. you deadpanned. sighing, he turned away in shame. “i…i’m a bit cold.”

“aw, dain, that’s nothing to be ashamed of!” you grinned, shifting closer to him. “i dunno if i can provide any comfort, but i can come closer to you, if you’d like.”

you neared him, putting your hands together and placing them slightly in front of your chest. he copied your motion, drawing your bodies closer. “may i…?” he asked, fingers reaching out for your drawn hands. although you were slightly nervous, you nodded. his hand covered yours and it was both gentle and cold. staring at him again, you smiled before shutting your eyes.

you moved a little closer, so close you swear you could feel his heartbeat. after a small gulp, you decided that it was now or never. shifting your head, you laid it on his chest. opening your eyes to see his reaction, you looked away bashfully. “i’m a little cold, too,” you whispered.

dainsleif let a little note of contentment, he wrapped an arm around your neck, rubbing small circles into your back. your hand came to his chest, finally settled in a comfortable position.

his heartbeat steadily increased, thrumming in your ear. innocently, he kissed your forehead. “good night, y/n,” he said as you tethered onto the last bits of your sleepy consciousness. “i love you, ardently so.”

his words followed you into your dreams.

me when dain: (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dainsleif x reader #genshin impact reader inserts #genshin impact imagines

[ruthlesslistener]

I never watched ONS, but I always see you grieving what became of it, so I am interested. Can you tell me what first got you into it, what is it about and why you fell out of it? I don't mind any spoilers because I don't intend to watch, I am just madly curious ^^

[takes a long, deep breath] oh boy where do i even start with this one.

Owari no Seraph is a textbook example of a series with amazing characters and great concepts that then gets completely dicked over by the author's own incompetence with writing. Pair that with blatant queerbait and the guy realizing halfway through that he's lost interest in his own main characters and vastly prefers his mary sue self-insert (Guren) instead, and you've got a recipe for a disaster. Which fucking sucks, because I cannot overstate the fact that the series starts off really strong with really good character and plot concepts, before devolving into an absolute goddamn disaster. Let me try to recount it for you, but keep in mind that it may be inaccurate because I dropped the series in like, 2018 so it's been a Hot Minute(tm)

Alright angry rant incoming. Putting this under a readmore bc it gets long

Basically, the story takes place after a cataclysmic apocalyptic event occurs where almost anyone over the age of 13 drops dead, leaving only a scattered handful of people and a whole fuckload of children behind to survive. After this mysterious event occurs, the vampires that inhabited the world came out of the shadows to round up the survivors and turn them into human livestock to ensure their own survival.

The protagonist of the story is a young orphan boy called Yuuichirou, who- alongside deuteragonist Mikaela and the rest of the orphans in Hyakuya orphanage- are captured and turned into vampire livestock, which the hotblooded and angry young Yuu hates, leading him to swear that he's going to become a vampire hunter and kill them all as revenge. Mika- who at the time was a sort of parental figure to the rest of the younger children and always trying to be sweet to Yuu, who rejected his affections bc both boys were severely abused and traumatized as children- finds a map to escape the underground vampire city that they're trapped in after essentially selling his body to a vampire noble, Ferid. But as it turns out, Ferid was fully aware of their plan to escape, so when them + the rest of the orphans attempt to escape to the outside world, he shows up right before the tunnel to the exit and slaughters them all, leaving Yuu as the only survivor. Yuu runs out, sobbing, and runs facefirst into Guren (the ACTUAL protagonist, apparently, even though he sucks), and a squadron of adult vampire hunters who ~mysteriously~ escaped the apocalypse. As it turns out, these vampire hunters have formed soul-contracts with demons in order to manifest the cursed weaponry required to true-kill a vampire.

(OH AND THERE'S MASSIVE FUCKING MONSTERS THAT MANIFESTED AFTER EVERYONE GOT KILLED RUNNING AROUND RIGHT. THE PEOPLE WITH THE CURSED WEAPONRY HUNT THEM TOO. FORGOT ABOUT THAT ONE BECAUSE THEY BECAME BASICALLY IRRELEVANT LATER. YES IM SALTY ABOUT THAT AS WELL)

That's episode one. The rest of the anime series is basically centered around Yuu trying to become a vampire slayer after a 3-year timeskip, him forming a bond with a demon to get his own cursed weapon, and then getting wrangled into a squad with a bunch of other 16-year-olds to go running around learning how to be a team and murder stuff. This works as well as you might expect, because Yuu is an edgy lone wolf who spends his days crying himself to sleep at night because he misses Mika and is horrifically traumatized by what happened. Then, ding ding ding! As it turns out, Mika WASN'T killed in the attack, but got turned by the vampire queen herself, and spent the three years he was turned trying to find Yuu again so that they could run away together and escape the whole disaster. Except Mika refuses to drink human blood, the catalyst to complete his transformation, and so he's on a timer, too- he's been drinking the blood of his progenitor, but it's been less and less effective at satiating him. And this is a fuckin' problem, because as it turns out, vampires turn into demons when they die. So Mika is basically in full suicide mode trying to save Yuu, then when Yuu realizes that Mika is alive and a vampire he does a 180 on how he thinks about them and goes into full 'no, I'm going to save YOU' mode about Mika, and so on and so on.

Anyways the true hinging point of the series and the greatest strength is centered around Mika and Yuu's love for each other, because when I say these boys were in-love destined-soulmates, I fucking MEAN it. Like, it's straight-up canon that Mika is in love with Yuu, and Yuu is pretty much outright in love with Mika in return. The problem, however, is that this is a shounen manga, so it's heavily heavily implied that Yuu is actually going to end up with Shinoa (a female character who is actually REALLY FUCKING GOOD SO IT REALLY SUCKS SHE GETS SHAFTED SO HARD LATER), despite him talking to her like. twice. And her only ever sending him longing glances and blushes. And then the aforementioned thing of the author getting more interested in Guren than Mika and Yuu comes into play and that's when I dropped it because Guren is the MOST mary-sue a character can get in terms of him being a sheer boring asshole who fucked the whole world up and has zero redeeming qualities and yet everyone in-story (but mika) loves him and follows him for no fuckin' reason.

As for the rest of the plot- It's later shown that the reason why this event occurred was because of a deal struck with a trapped seraphim, and that Guren was the one who caused the whole fucking thing to happen in the first place because he was sad that his squad died (or something like that) so he sacrificed the entire rest of the world to save like, 5 people that get zero character development. There's a really heavy message about found family through the series that felt really great and poignant in the beginning when it was Mika trying to convince Yuu that he was a family group with the other orphans after their own parents both tried to kill them, but then gets twisted later on to be meaningless because Yuu eventually just starts calling fucking EVERYONE family, and Guren uses it as a means of manipulating him. I dropped the manga after this started to happen because the focus turned almost entirely to Guren and everyone else's characterization went out the fucking window to simply 'trust guren he knows what he's doing' minus Mika, who has come to hate all humans left for Very Good Fucking Reasons. Because, as it turns out, the demon-bound vampire-slaying society have the only adults left who survived because THEY were the ones who trapped the seraphim in the first place, and THEY were running experiments on people with certain genetics/affinities to these seraphs to try to turn them into seraphs and harness their near-godly powers. Yuu and Mika and the rest of the kids in the Hyakuya orphanage, as it turns out, were very strong candidates for this type of experimentation, and the reason why Yuu got snatched up by the humans and Mika got turned by the vampires was because they're the human equivalent of nukes in the human-vampire war. Also, the progenitors of all the vampires was a fallen angel and vampires turn into demons when killed because of it. Which is actually really cool.

So it really fucking sucks that the author started neglecting all the other characters to obsess over his beloved Guren and to excuse all of his shitty selfish actions right when he got to the part explaining the whole seraph project thing. And like, the most frustrating part is that Guren as a complex antagonist works really really well, but the author wants nothing more than for him to be the sad, dark, brooding protagonist everyone loves, so that's the treatment he gives him. It's like he decided midway through the story that he's actually really fucking tired of Mika, meh on Yuu, but loves Guren and wanted him to be protag all along, so that's the point where the story goes down the drain. Luckily, this is after season two of the anime ends, and I haven't heard anything about a potential season 3.

That was only half of my problems though- it also had like, the worst fandom I've ever been in by far, and that's saying something because I was in some pretty fucking bad fandoms in my life. It was just full of the most needlessly hostile shit, with my main issue with it being the fact that it was full of ship wars...over the same damn ship. That being Mikayuu. Or Yuumika. Because, as it turns out, fucking NOBODY seemed to be able to get either Yuu or Mika in-character, they had to slap seme/uke stereotypes onto them and the whole war was raged over whether or not someone was mischaracterizing them because Mika was actually the top, not the bottom, or visa versa (I cannot drive home enough that both sides horrifically mischaracterized them either way. And also that Yuu and Mika were 16- not too young to fuck, but certainly too young to know what the fuck they were doing). There were death threats sent and harassment campaigns over this. You were branded as either being on one side or the other and nobody would accept the fact that both views were wrong. And that's even if you were a shipper in the first place- you also had the Yuu/Shinoa shippers who were overwhelmingly homophobic straight men who thought people were stupid illiterate yaoi fangirls for thinking Mika and Yuu were in love (tbf, most of them were weird yaoi fangirls who were simply another flavor of homophobic), or there were the people who thought that Mika and Yuu were adopted siblings because they took the last name of the orphanage they were in (hyakuya) to abandon their abusive parents/called each other 'family' and that EVERYONE who shipped them was an incest apologist (got hit with this one myself). And even if you weren't interested in shipping either, you weren't safe- I've made some of my best friends in that fandom, despite everything, and one of them didn't ship Yuu and Mika, opting for a QPP/adoptive siblings approach. And they got the MOST rancid shit thrown at them for it by the shippers, despite them not caring that other people shipped them. AND there were Mika haters/lovers who thought he was a 'yandere' for being ''''obsessed'''' with Yuu and running off with him despite the fact that it was shown over and over that Mika was severely traumatized by losing everyone he loved and that Yuu was being psychologically manipulated by the army to be a complacent experiment. Granted, this was all my experience in the 2016-2018 fandom cycle, but still. Nasty nasty nasty.

(oh and also Ferid, aka the guy who murdered everyone in the orphanage but Yuu and -partially- Mika, was heavily implied to be vampirically raping Mika bc he was straight-up a pedophile who only drank blood from people under 16 and getting your blood sucked was apparently orgasmically pleasurable/a sex metaphor, was treated as the 'fabulous gay uncle and best mika/yuu shipper supporter' by most of the fandom because after Mika was turned, he continued to emotionally and psychologically abuse him via his love for Yuu. Nasty!)

((Oh and yes, when Yuu finally gets Mika to bite him and drink his blood, that was used as 'proof' that Mika tops and is actually a smirking hardcore seme dom for blushy subby Yuu. Despite the fact that Mika was dying, sobbing hysterically and yelling at Yuu for making him survive as something he despised, and Yuu was stubbornly yelling back about how he'd love him and accept him no matter what and how he'd find a way to save him and thrusting a bleeding arm in his face to try to force him to drink. Nuance and appreciation for characterization was lost on this fandom.))

Anyways. It really really sucks, because the anime is actually very good. I genuinely would reccomend watching it- the animation is amazing and beautiful, the soundtrack gives you chills, and it covers the story right up until the next story beat and it starts swerving down the gutter, so you can feasibly watch it and then stop right there, mentally tallying it as an open/ambiguous ending. But I wouldn't suggest anything other than that, because ohhhhh boy it. it just isn't worth it. believe me. Everything else is worth it for Yuu and Mika and the Shinoa Squad, but that's where it ends

(ofc i could be wrong and the whole thing is looking up by now but i have zero faith thats the case.)

#mrslittletall #ons #reply #[long deep breath] okay i think im done #glord. #can you tell that i still feel very passionately about this subject lol #ons is to me what the firstborn son who was talented in school then drops out and becomes a druggie is to an asian family

[kienansidhe]

hi, im kienan! im the current host of the disaster hearts system. we are a korean american body with dissociative identity disorder and have had multiple diff hosts over the course of this blogs run. i or some variation of me have been host since around 2017-18ish. for transparencys sake, the body is 25+. do not ask abt age specifics please.

we are a survivor of csa trauma, parental abuse, religious and cult abuse, and generally very traumatized, and our experience of life is irrevocably colored by that lens.

we are disabled and unable to hold a job ever since we got long covid in april of 2020. we are fully dependent on our partners, working on our disability application, and still coming to terms with the reality of being probably permanently disabled.

unless otherwise specified it is probably some variation of kienan speaking.

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i, kienan, am queer and i prefer to be addressed by strangers with he/they/it or fae/faeself pronouns. i dont rlly care which of those you use, tho, no need to rotate or anything.

some other labels that generally describe me: nonbinary, transmasc, gnc, cuntboy, [redacted], [redacted], femme, femboy, genderweird, bi, aro/ace with a couple exceptions, sex favorable, kink obligate, freak, degenerate, pervert.

i currently have 4 partners, referred to here as prettyboyfriend, nesting boyfriend, girlfriend/daddy, and moirail.

no dni, i think theyre stupid and the only ppl i would not want to interact would not respect dnis anyways lmao. if i have a problem with you i will just say so or block you or whatever.

some of my beliefs and what to expect on this blog are under the cut.

i believe in rehabilitation and compassion, full stop. yes, even for those people. i think that othering and dehumanizing others sucks, that thoughts do not define you (yes, even those thoughts), and that the only thing that matters is your actions.

i think callouts are never helpful, ever. ive literally never seen one do anything helpful or good.

i try my best to interact with others in good faith, and i expect the same in return.

we were homeschooled in a cult and our education was heavily ~moderated~ to keep us brainwashed, and every time i think ive rooted out all the misinfo new stuff comes up. please be patient with me if i ask stupid questions, i literally am stupid. i have so much literal actual brain damage. i will do my best to be open minded, i rlly want to learn!

i believe that the best ways to combat csa are better sex education, breaking down the sanctity of the nuclear family, youth liberation (more legal rights and self advocacy for children), and not clogging child abuse report portals with fucking fictional art, jesus h christ.

medicalization of identities sucks. sysmeds, transmeds, im sorry youre miserable but thats not an excuse for trying to make everyone else miserable with you.

labels are only useful insofar as they help you connect with others like you and form solidarity in order to combat systemic oppression. if labels make you angry or miserable, consider not taking them so seriously.

its okay to just dislike ppl. its not always that deep. trying to come up with moral reasons to justify disliking ppl is rlly fucking catholic.

dont talk to me abt christianity. im aware that my trauma affects my ability to be compassionate in this area, so im staying in my lane. in fact probably dont talk to me abt religion in general.

im not a proshipper or an anti i touch grass <3, HOWEVER:

antishipping / purity politics / anti-kink / whatever you wanna call it, ppl equating fictional depictions of Obvious Bad Things with condoning, supporting, or normalizing them in real life are fucking stupid and have done unbelievable amounts of damage that has now reached far beyond fandom and kink circles. get a life, for fucks sake.

ppl who call themselves proshippers and then go around harassing antis are fucking stupid and have lost the original spirit of the term proship / anti-anti, which hinged around not harassing or harming others over fiction. get a life, for fucks sake.

just be kind. dont be a dick. treat others how you wanna be treated. we are all traumatized but thats not an excuse to be cruel. leave the world better than you found it.

youre gonna make mistakes. you just are. youre not perfect and also the world is complex. remember that you cant help everyone. try your best but dont lose yourself in the process.

art is everything. the act of creation is holy. more progress is made by creating -- building communities, making art, growing plants, building houses, building relationships -- than by tearing things down. there is probably a time and place for violence, destroying oppressive systems, bombing weapons factories, but if we arent creating a positive, healthy society alongside the destruction we are just leaving fertile ground for new oppressive structures to take root. create. create. create.

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many hosts has left a chaotic mess of tags on this blog but here are some we use pretty consistently:

#headspace: original posts. diary rambling, random thoughts, actual semi coherent opinions, anything

#my face: the body

#humans are good actually: reminders

#recovery things: mental health help

#important: there is so much stuff in this tag

#bookmark: too much here too lol

#feel better: just fluffy stuff

#vine: general funny video tag

#about, #me kin id, #i ghostwrote this post: stuff we relate to rlly hard + uquiz tags lol

#posts that are funnier when plural

#pinned #headspace #my face #humans are good actually #recovery things #important #bookmark #feel better #vine #about #me kin id #i ghostwrote this post #posts that are funnier when plural #sorry this is so long idk how to make things not long #will probs edit as i remember stuff

[sturniolo0ntop]

Orange

Summary: Your name is Rose and you have been dating Chris for 3 years. You tend to work a lot, people call me a workaholic. Sometimes yougo all day without talking to anyone, including Chris, whom you live with. You sometimes feel guilty about it, but you like to think he likes it when you make it up to him.

Warnings: smut, swearing, sub Chris, mommy kink, praise kink

Author note: this is my first time writing a short story like this but I’m open to suggestions and ideas!

I was working on work stuff on my laptop at the dining room table and I saw Chris come out of his room and to the kitchen. I can’t help but notice he looked a little tense but I focused back on my work.

I had to get it done, but I felt bad because it’s 6 pm and I have barely talked to Chris. I look back up as he walks back to his room, noticing the bulge in his sweatpants. Was he just not gonna do anything about it? Oh… Right… Chris never touches himself unless I tell him to, yet he never asked me just now.

I close my laptop smirking as I stand up. I walk into our room and see him leaning back against the headboard of the bed, drinking his Pepsi. He sets his Pepsi down on the bedside table, he sees me, and turns red.

“Oh h-hi Rose… I thought you were working on your work stuff…”

I smirk seeing him flustered and walk over get on the bed and straddle his lap, “I was but I noticed my pretty boy has a situation and was such a good boy not touching himself… and you knew mommy was busy so you didn’t want to bother me, right?”

I see his breathing quicken and he nods his head, “Y-yes… I was hoping it would go away…”

“Oh baby… How long have you been like this?” I see him turn more red and look away, I grab his jaw to make him look at me.

“H-hours…”

Damn, I was not expecting him to say that… Hours? He went hours hard and didn’t touch himself. I frown a little, “My poor boy… I know you didn’t want to bother me but I can’t imagine how painful it is right now… Mommy will help you okay? I’ll make you feel good…”

“P-please m-mommy… I-I need you so bad…”

With that, I kiss him hard, pushing my tongue in his mouth. He lets out a whimper as I pull back and take his shirt off. I kiss his jaw and down his neck, eventually down his chest and reaching the place he needed me most. I look up at him and he nods frantically. I smirk, taking his sweatpants and boxers off. His huge dick was hard and his tip was red, leaking a lot of precum.

“Look at you… my good boy…”

He whimpers at my words and I wrap my hand around his cock, rubbing my thumb over his slit. His hip jerk up, thrusting into my hand. I look at him, “You remember our safe word?”

He nods, breathing heavily, “Orange…” I smirk before I bring my mouth to his dick, licking the tip and the base before putting him in my mouth. I hear him moan loudly and see him looking at me while I start to slowly put him fully in my mouth. When I reach the base of his dick, I can feel his tip in the back of my throat. I can see he’s trying not to move as he whimpers and moans louder as I start moving up and down his dick.

“Mmm make me feel so good ma…”

I moan softly against his dick, making him jerk forward, almost making me choke. “I-I’m sorry ma… I didn’t mean to move… I’m your good boy… promise…”

I love him so much, poor boy has been suffering and apologizing for being sensitive. I will praise him once he cums… I keep sucking him, going faster as I see him still looking down at me. I swear my panties are dripping with how wet I am and he hasn't even touched me. I feel his dick twitch, making me aware he’s close.

“Fuck ma, I’m so close… Can I cum, mommy? Please?”

I smirk and tap his thigh two times, giving him permission to cum. He loses it and moans my name so loud I’m sure the neighbors heard him cum. I swallow every last drop of him and go back to straddling his lap.

“You were such a good baby… You didn’t need to say sorry for being sensitive pretty boy… mommy knows you didn’t mean it…”

I kiss him, take off my shirt, and unclip my bra. His hands immediately go and squeeze them, pinching my nipples. I moan softly, loving when he does that. I start grinding my hips against him again as he starts to lick and suck them. Oh fuck, the things he does to me. I put my hands in his hair, tugging a little.

“Oh baby… you make mommy feel so good… let me show you how wet you made mommy…”

He stops playing with my boobs as he watches me take off my shorts and underwear. I rub his hard dick against my folds and clit.

He whimpers, “I made mommy that wet because I was a good boy, right? I make mommy feel good?...”

I smirk and nod, “Yes baby, you make mommy feel so good…”

I line myself up and slowly push his tip in. We both moan louder and louder as I slowly slide him in and adjust to his size.

“You’re such a good pretty boy filling mommy up like this you know?”

He rubs my hips and whimpers more at my words. I start grinding against him, slowly at first.

“Mmm faster please ma… I need you so bad…”

I smirk as I start bouncing on him fast and hard. I squeeze into his shoulders, loving the pressure. I can already feel him twitch and I don’t want to hold him back. I grab one of his hands and push his hand down to my clit and he understands immediately. I squeeze onto his shoulders again as he starts rubbing my clit fast. Oh fuck…

He keeps moving his fingers fast, applying more pressure, “Mommy, I’m so close… I won’t cum until you do mommy… do my fingers make you feel good ma?”

I swear I could have cum right after he said that.

“Yes, baby… fuck you make me feel so fucking good… I’m close baby… cum after mommy does okay? I don’t want to hold you back too long…”

I feel that pressure build-up and my legs start to shake. I explode screaming his name and he follows right after, filling me up with his warm liquid. I slow down my movement, riding out our highs. When I stop, I slowly slide him out and kiss him softly. When I pull away, I lay us down, keeping us close.

“You did so good baby, you’re such a good boy for me… I love you so much…”

He kisses my cheek, playing with my hair a little. “Thank you… I always want to be your good boy… I love you too ma… so fucking much… Can we just lay here for a while before we clean up?...”

I smile softly, looking at him, and nod my head, “Of course baby, we can do whatever you’re up for… We can have a nice warm bath in a bit…”

I will never get over this man…

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #smut #chris girl #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

[alvariearmy]

I know Press sucks... as a general rule. He's callous and cruel for no reason, and his comments and behaviors... definitely exacerbate Abby's eating disorder. (The biggest offense is definitely the Halloween party, where he calls her "whale legs" and has her compete against Samantha for his attention.) But... I feel like if they follow through what they've supposedly said and focus a lot more on Abby's storyline next season, Press might end up with some level of redemption. Not enough for me to ever root for him and Abby, but some level of redemption.

For one, we know that Press is not all bad. Yes, his actions in the show that we see make him seem like a total asshole, so he is definitely not a great guy. However, in season one, Ginny asks Hunter why he keeps Press around as a friend, and Hunter confides that Press was there when Hunter was dealing with his addiction. It's not elaborated on in much detail, but Press clearly helped Hunter a great deal with this, enough that Hunter still feels like he owes it to Press to keep him around. This happened before the series started, so we do not know exactly what happened, but it was clearly not insignificant.

Two, Press notices and comments on Abby taping her legs. I know a lot of people viewed this through the lens of Press's past comments, and I get that. That's what I did at first too. But having watched that clip a few times... he sounds concerned. The issue is not pushed, as Abby gets upset and tells him to shut up, and then that whole thing is largely forgotten for the rest of the season. Still, having listened to and watched that scene again several times, he really does sound like he is concerned.

He does call her "whale legs" again later, when they are making out in the bathroom at the party, but even that sounded less cruel than when he first said it. Not defending him using that term again, to be clear, more so trying to point out that he does not seem fully aware of how much words can hurt. He gets called out for being an asshole a lot, but never in any... meaningful way. Just snarky comments and angry tones. If Press is going to have any real redemption arc, he needs to seriously be called out for the way he behaves and the things he says, by someone he cares about. If they follow through with this sort of tease at him being the one to help her, maybe that will come from Abby, a sort of wakeup call that he cannot help her while also saying things that make her ED worse. But we shall see.

Anyways, I am just excited to see where this goes, and I just found it very interesting that they seem to be setting it up that Press will be the one to help Abby. We know he's good support sometimes, given what Hunter told Ginny in season 1, but we have yet to see it for ourselves. So maybe we will finally get to see Press beyond just the asshole that he usually is, maybe we will finally see why the group keeps him around.

And to be very, very clear, I am not trying to justify or excuse the things he has said and done. The way he has treated most of the characters in the show, especially Abby, has been absolutely disgusting. But he is still a character with a lot of potential, and I hope that they finally explore that in season 3 while they are exploring Abby's storyline.

#ginny and georgia #abby littman #matt press #ginny & georgia #g&g

[syekick-powers]

man i know wizards of the coast sucks and i should be playing other systems to reduce its dominance and all that but. honestly. ive tried looking into other systems. and the things that recur in them that drive me away from trying to play/run a game in them are reducible to three basic problems: 1) a player character's personality is shaped by the mechanics as well as their abilities and/or character personalities are intertwined irrevocably to mechanics, 2) the game's character building system is in some way hostile to the creation of characters that go against type / play with expectations, or 3) the system comes with an incredibly specific prescribed world that is fundamentally inextricable from its mechanics, making homebrewing your own world to run with the system incredibly difficult or even impossible without basically rehauling the entire system.

with point number one: i basically never want to play any game that mandates personality traits based on dice rolls, or even just makes personality traits an indelible part of the mechanics, unless those mandated-by-mechanics traits are as general as possible. i understand that sometimes those system elements are there to help people build a personality for their character, but for me, who shits out fully formed characters with ease, it doesn't help me build characters at all and, in fact, feels INCREDIBLY restrictive. if a given ttrpg is going to have personality-determining mechanics, they should be optional, and people should still be given the opportunity to shape the characters how they want.

with point number two: i as a player in ttrpg prefer to make characters who go against type or play with expectations. my two current D&D PCs are a chaotic neutral tiefling rogue who actually has a strong sense of morals and refuses to act against those morals, and an aasimar paladin (who is also a rogue, yay multiclass) who despite LOOKING very beautiful and angelic is actually kind of a selfish, underhanded liar. if a game mandates certain traits or classes or races or whatever for a specific role in the story and doesn't allow any wiggle room to play with expectations, i will immediately be turned off from the system. like if i want to play a barbarian kind of character and the system says "in order to play this type of character you MUST be one of these races", i will immediately lose all interest. it's just a fundamental lack of flexibility im not interested in.

and with point number three: from the perspective of someone who WANTS to be a GM for a game but has never found the right system for it... really a lot of systems that are presented as an alternate to D&D come with very specific prescribed settings and very specific story structures that are mandated by the system. and this is simply not appealing to me as an aspiring GM. i really. do not want to play a system that has the entire world and storyline and even straight up story structure completely prescribed ahead of time. what i want is the mechanics by themselves that are built for a basic "here's your characters' abilities and skills, here's what they can do in a fight, here's how combat works, here's how roleplay works; the rest is up to you." i like creating my own worlds. i like making them from scratch, even! and when a system is inextricable from its world, it just... pushes me away. pre-made settings do not inspire interest in me either as a player OR as a GM. i want the freedom to make things myself and/or take part in helping the GM build the world via my character, and a lot of less-popular systems don't offer this.

and like. yes. i am aware that sometimes D&D also goes against these desires (i want to bite and rip and tear 5e's skills system with my teeth for removing skill ranks as a thing and making the skills your PC is good at determined at character creation with no amount of wiggle room whatsoever for skills that would fit the character on a personality/background level) but like. most of the time those things can be worked around. like yeah D&D comes with pre-established setting and lore, but you can technically just come up with your own shit and re-fluff some of the mechanics like spells with minimal effort. and i just. get so frustrated when people get really snotty and say "here's a system you SHOULD play instead of D&D" when the system has two or three of these recurring problems that instantly kill any kind of fucking interest i might have had in playing/running a game in them. like. yes. D&D's huge market share is a problem. and the fact that people outside of the ttrpg hobby aren't aware that games other than D&D exist is a problem. but some of us have been playing ttrpg for years and have encountered issues with less-popular systems that are 100% dealbreakers for us, that don't hit quite as hard with D&D. if a system has even one of these three problems ive outlined, it's enough to completely kill my interest in using it. if it has 2 or 3 it's out of the fucking question. and like. MOST alternate systems have a prescribed world that they come with. and that is a fucking dealbreaker for me!!! and i just!!!! AAGGGHGHHHH!!! JUST LET ME PLAY THE GAMES I WANT AND STOP GETTING ON MY ASS ABOUT D&D BAD!! I KNOW!!! BELIEVE ME I FUCKING GET IT!!

#sye's babbles #losing my mind a little every time some new passive aggressive post about how playing D&D is morally wrong or whatever crosses my dash

[fandomfourever]

Putting my thoughts out there just because.

I saw the Wonka trailer yesterday, and have been trying to figure out my feelings/thoughts on it. Now, this is coming from someone who enjoys both the Wilder and Depp version of the movies, but I'm not taking the Depp version into account as THIS movie is meant to be a prequel to the Wilder version.

I am fully aware it's JUST a trailer and the movie itself could be much better, but there's something really off about the whole vibe, and Timothy's performance.

Honestly? It's giving me The Greatest Showman vibes combined with like, that new Dr. Doolittle movie with RDJ. It's all too... polished and soft looking. Like, the movie with Wilder was whimsical, obviously, but it also still felt a little grounded? Even with the whacky and magical moments.

This prequal looks like it's trying to be "wholesome UwU" when the 1971 movie had wholesome moments, yes, but also was somewhat sinister, in a fun way. I understand this Wonka is meant to be younger, so he's not going to be AS cynical as the Wilder version, however, there's still something off about Timothy's performance as of these trailers.

It feels too... bouncy? Like he's putting in too much "oooh, look at how silly and whimsical I am", but not enough "but I might also indirectly harm several children because they're little shits" energy. You know? Wilder was able to pull off the dry humor but also little glimpses of sweet and magical. Timothy's delivery of the "scratch that, reverse it" is what really shows that. He looks like he's trying to do one of those TikTok things where the people are trying to look/move like cartoons.

Also, yes, the original was musical, but the musical moments were also fairly understated. What it looks like we're getting is very production heavy (again where TGS vibes are coming from). Maybe this could work if they show this sort of changing as Wonka gets more cynical throughout (assuming they go that route, which they should). But idk if they're going to.

As of right now, it looks like all the problems that are going to happen are of the silly goofy not too serious variety, solved with a side of "friendship/love solves everything <3". Yes love is an important part of the original movie, but not in the super fake family friendly corporate way. Again, not to say the original isn't family friendly, it is. But it's very different to the "family friendly" of Hollywood today, which want to scrub all darker elements from things. Like that Cruella movie. That lady killed and skinned dogs, but she's "just misunderstood U_U".

If they're tying this to the version of Wonka who sees a kid get sucked up into a chocolate tube and is like "Oh no.... Anyway" about it

or this:

He needs that sarcastic edge to him at least, even if he doesn't reach full on cynical. What we've seen so far he's too.... nice. I hope they show moments of that in this prequal.

Yeah. So, those are my thoughts. I hope what I was trying to say is coming across. This isn't any hate towards Timothy, I've never seen anything he's in, so he could be a fine actor, and again, maybe it improves throughout, but as of right now, he doesn't feel like the right choice for this. And honestly the whole thing feels off, so it might just be the directions he was given. I might see the movie, might not, it depends on if we get better trailers or something later on.

#wonka #my thoughts #idk #obviously he'll never be Gene Wilder but adding some sarcasm and dry humor would help for sure #it all looks too nice there needs to be a little bit of edge to it that the trailer at least isn't showing imo

[poisonouswritings]

Alright Ok so first of all I'm having a brain rot over your beautiful writings,,,second of all,,,

I haven't seen anyone request for this(?), but since LL isn't being continued I wanted to ask if you can write some Catwife headcannons? Like relationship has with elowen?? Can be sfw or nsfw totally up to you lmao

Again I love your writing it's so good fr😩😩💕💕👌🤌

My favorite evil cat wife :3

GN!Reader, fluff, I miss Elowen so much, NSFW HCs under the cut

There's like,, an 87% chance that she didn't even realize she had a crush on you until either she saw someone flirting with you and was filled with jealousy or someone (Tulsi) just flat-out grabs her by the shoulders and is like "I am so sorry to tell you this but you're in love with MC" "... Oh my gods I am" and Sage in the background is going "what in the fuck did I just witness"

Elowen grooms you a lot! Whether it be brushing your hair or fiddling with your clothes or helping you with nails/makeup, she is constantly doing something to you. It's a cat thing.

Yes she does let you brush her hair!! As long as you're careful not to pull on knots or anything. And if you do then she hisses but doesn't bite or anything, just tells you to be more careful.

Sometimes she likes sneaking up on you and pouncing. She's gotta keep those reflexes sharp y'know? So you'll just be walking down the hallway or whatever and suddenly she'll pin you to the floor. She always grins and gives a lil purr when she sees how big your eyes get.

She likes sour things!! Probably sucks lemons sometimes. She knows she's not supposed to but she likes it and you cannot stop her.

Let! Her! Have! Raw! Meat!

No but also sometimes she eats too much raw meat and needs to lay down cause her tummy hurts.

She used to braid her hair. Specifically, Lucan used to braid her hair. After he died it hurt too much to continue so now she wears it loose.

Similarly, Lucan would always brush Sage's hair and put it in ponytails/buns and lament that it wasn't long enough to braid,,, part of why Sage grew it out so long

'Oz doesn't that contradict what you said in this other po-' I have the attention span of a goldfish and whatever is in front of me at the moment is what I'm going with

Elowen chases fireflies when she's drunk.

She cannot cook! One time she wants to cook you a romantic meal and she gets Tulsi and Sage's help. Turns into her and Sage having a food fight while Tulsi sits to the side eating the food they were making.

Elowen loves doing little things for you actually!! Helping with your training, picking up stuff from the market for you, taking you places, etc etc.

If you ever go out drinking she always brings you home safe and sound.

Is almost always the big spoon when you sleep. Is almost always the first one to wake up. Only time she isn't is when she's sick.

When she has nightmares she sneaks outside to get some air. If you wake up then she'll let you sit next to her but she probably won't share what it was about. She doesn't like lingering on it.

Yeah I think she smokes. If you don't like it then she'll cut back and only do it when you're not around.

80% Dom, 20% Sub

Continuing the trend of 'every feline ilephta must have a piss kink' I think Elowen has a piss kink. It is in her feline nature.

Bondage! Leather! Dressing up! Knee-high boots!

I mean.. she uh... A little bit of a sadist. A tiny bit. Very good at setting and respecting boundaries and never tries to push you past those limits.

Yeah she pegs. What of it.

Bites bites everywhere, she'll leave hickeys in visible places and doesn't care!

Yes her purring does kinda make her double as a vibrator and she's fully aware of it.

Yeah she will edge you for ages just to not let you cum in the end.

Yeah she will make you wear a chastity belt. Sorry. Not sorry.

Spanks you. A lot. She wants your ass to be sore after.

Surprisingly is not into degrading very much. A few words here and there are thrown around but I think she's actually very praising.

Aftercare!! She always makes sure to have a lot of healing/numbing medicine on-hand, and gives you lots and lots of praise.

Probably only subs when you ask her to or when she's kinda buzzed.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #elowen de bhaldraithe x reader #elowen de bhaldraithe #fictif elowen #last legacy elowen #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

[findingmypeace]

Ah fuck. I am such a pushover and have no ability to say no. As such this all my fault. I just agreed to work an AM shift at the male house tomorrow morning. Ugh, why did I do that?! Like I am fully aware that 3 floor shifts a week is pretty much my limit and I have an incredible amount of my own work to do. But as if now, for this week, I am working 4 floor shifts, doing everything on my to-do list, and I will need to teach the mental health portion of the new hire orientation in the middle of one of my floor shifts. That’s usually in person but they agreed to let me do it over zoom so I can continue to be available for my floor shift that’s at the same time.

I am seriously exhausted just thinking about it.

I have one more complaint but, again, I want to make it clear that I still ove my job and there will never be a 100% perfect job. The venting I am doing right now has more to do with the fact that I’m exhausted from working so much and I’ve got so much more going on in my head from my personal life. So I may be complaining but this is still my dream job and I’m just really tired.

So my last complaint is that while we are being asked to work so many floor shifts there is absolutely no incentive to do it. To put it simply there is no extra pay as we (management) are all on salary. I get paid the same amount every paycheck no matter what. I may be working 4 floor shifts this week plus the job I got hired for and the only incentive I get is that I will enjoy spending time with clients and staff. So despite working so much more these past two weeks my paycheck will be the same amount as every other paycheck I have received. It’s a good thing that I care about the clients, the staff, and this job because I have no doubt there are people out there that would quit immediately if they were in this situation. Yes, it’s frustrating and at the same time I have never had a job where I have been more well-respected, treated as an equal, and, in general, enjoyed my time working with my colleagues. So does this suck? Yeah, absolutely! I would always love to be paid more when I am working more. And at the same time time I enjoy this job way too much for this to be a huge deal.

So I guess I will be working an AM shift. The first of 4 in a row. I really don’t know if I have the stamina for it.  But I got this!!!!! I can do it! (I’m trying to pump myself up)