#(I wasn't let go because they weren't satisfied with my work my position will just cease to exist)

[arabela25]

are you going to make gifsets of each semifinal's entries? or have you already posted something similiar?

I'm planning on making a few gifsets/edits for the semi finals but I'll probably only post them near the contest date

[fallout4-reacts]

Let's do something else while you wait for a new react (I am not often in my computer lately and making the reacts ask a set-up... yeah, I know.... anyway) Here's my thoughts on companions to do my reacts with them.

Cait : Cait is like a delicate flower. Awfully introverted--you say no? That she is really vocal? Let's me explain.

If nothing terrible had happened to her, she may have been a princess. But then she got hurt, and hurt, and hurt. Her own parents betrayed her. The sun does not shine; he burns.

As a sad tiny flower all alone, crashed and burning in the sun, she had two options: turn to ash or blaze back.

Something within her ignited, and she has since blazed the world.

Codsworth : This is a unique one. He was a well-programed Mister Handy. He remains still. But midway through the eternity of waiting for nothing, his code evolved. He is still Mister Handy, but he is conscious of this.

Unlike others of his type, he has become self-conscious and has begun to question himself, his life, and his own purpose.

Because what is his point if he can't wax the rust off your car?

So why is he still... on? Alive? Alive?! Is he alive? What determines life?

Fuck, poor robot, he weren't made for such philosophical notions...

Curie : Curie represents curiosity. What defines Curie? Curiosity. How far can a robot go to satisfy her curiosity? Considered from the perspective of an unborn being, which lacks the capacity to comprehend or fear mortality: A long way.

Then... on this route, continually moving forward, she upgrades herself and discovers.....what?????? Feelings? Overwhelming feeling? Something more mind-blowing than simply wanting to know everything!!!!

She then wishes to continue on this path, but it might be painful at times.

Another concept she can't stand...

Just how much further could she push herself?

Danse : Danse knows precisely where he is. He understands it so well that dying for this place is insignificant. Nothing at all. He is a part of something far bigger than himself.

But, Danse, you didn't follow that when you went to get Cutler back...

It was to... not waste... another soldier......

But it wasn't an order from the BoS?

He did what he had to do

But why insist on retrieving the lost patrol from the Commonwealth?

That was his...

It was not requested by the BoS; it was his initiative.

But, no, he works FOR the Brotherhoods! Period, or did he?

He didn't question it, at least. Not until someone stands in front of him and says, "Bad Danse, bad Danse. Do not assault ghouls or synths on sight; they are people."

Danse is a mess, although he doesn't want anyone to know it, not even himself.

He didn't dare to kill Nick or Hancock, and it was his decision, and he will never admit it. The truth is that he COULD. Why didn't he do it, though?

He didn't question it.

He didn't have a choice.

It was his only option to have you by his side, wasn't it?

Furthermore, he never once feels any sort of respect for a synth as events progress. Nick is just... hmm.... a strategically important part of the Commonwealth and he don't want to jeopardize the position in the Commonwealth by... and the Mayor of an important... hm.... well... See! A Deathclaw!!! Shooooot!!!

Deacon : This one... it feels close to home. Knowing everything bad in his soul and being fully aware of it. And knowing that everyone, to some degree, has it.

So what is important?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Nothing is important, and existence is USELESS.

But it's still not lacking in anything.

Then, establishing some strong beliefs regarding the right to life, which shall be considered.

If nothing matters, then no one is more important than another.

As nothing matters, he is free to pick what is truly important to him.

All life matter because nothing matters.

So, why didn't he become the most fervent defender of the very life he despised?

That is a purpose, just like any other—one that can allow him to live his life the way he wants it to be—interesting, thrilling, and fulfilling.

And he is quite skilled at it.

Hancock : Ah, this one. It could have been worse, and in some ways he is. He has clothed himself in the worst and displayed it in front of everyone.

Life's a joke. (You'll tell me it's Deacon's way? But no, it's truly Hancock's. Life is a joke! A extremely terrible, wacky joke.)

He was lavished with everything a man could want, and what did it do? It's made everything tasteless.

Consuming was not solely for the chems. For the day, the people, and everything.

To taste something, he had to take it anywhere and in any form, in many forms.

The flavour of life had faded away...

Up until the day he saw a really nasty guy being really mean with the neighbourhood synth.

Seems insignificant and far from the Of the Peoples and Save all the Ghouls man?

This was the first seed.

Why did anyone disregard the synth? He was a decent damn man, the only one who was always nice, never judging--okay, he was a gigantic judgement on legs, but he was never cruel about it, and he never rejected anyone who did not meet his standards--why be an ass for such a kind man?

Because Nick is as manly as him.

Okay, so these Upper Stand assholes are like this for synths, ghouls, the poor, and outsiders?

His own family?

His own brother???

Something in Hancock has broken because his blood and his own were so awful. And there was an intense feeling of dislike. 

An intense feeling nonetheless. 

The seed grows.

No amount of chem can destroy it now.

Nothing can hide it anymore.

He has no family.

He has no brother.

The seed had transformed into a sturdy tree with a protective layer of bark on this very, awful day of Diamond City history.

And, even though it was still a young and, in some ways, vulnerable tree when he left the place, it has only grown stronger.

And now it's a fucking bloody large tree with so many ramifications to offer shelter to any outcast in need, no matter what kind of outcast--such as a tree harbouring insects, birds, squirrels, raccoons, and so on...

A fucking massive tree that no storm can shake from the deep roots of his convictions.

MacCready : This one... yeah, this one.

A father.

An anxious parent who knows that displaying any emotion will kill him and his son. Even as a young boy, he learned that adults in his community were treated with distrust. And he's learned that as an adult, everyone is so selfish.

Then there is nothing more important than Duncan. The only unwavering love left in his life. He can only rely on this one person.

Nothing is worthwhile to demonstrate, express, or feel.

He only has one goal.

And splitting up is a complete and utter waste of time.

Because the universe revolves solely around Duncan.

And he had no time to waste explaining it to anyone.

"Think anything you want; I don't care. Give me my caps."

Did I really need to explain?

But why did he quit the Gunners? Knowing that it will be more worse for him afterwards? Knowing how risky it would be?

Because, even if he can do anything for Duncan, he couldn't bear the thought of destroying someone else's family like his own...

Even if it's not in Ghoul's hands or due to illness, he knows that killing innocent people would break families and cause other children to suffer, and he can't stand it.

He could hear Duncan's crying in the midst of every child's cries.

Yes, but... Vault 88.

It is something else.

It's not that he doesn't want this kid to be saved, and it has crushed his heart deep down.

But losing you is worse... because... maybe... something other than Duncan now matters to him... and he doesn't want to lose it.

Maxson : This is one of my favorites. Not because I prefer this one over any others. Many people know that Nick is my most beloved of all.

But Maxson is a case.

Maxson is frequently portrayed as a narrow-minded zealot who is little more than a forceful fanatic.

In the fan community, an author can dealt with in a different light.

But not enough.

Maxson is a complicated person, yet he is incredibly subtle.

First and foremost, we must remember that his name is the cornerstone of THE Brotherhood of Steel.

From the beginning of his life, he felt this burden on his shoulders with each stride.

A very profound brainwashing began, most likely before he was even conscious of who he was. Every first impression was undoubtedly tinted with the realization that he is a Maxson. He can't be anything less than a Maxson.

The indoctrination is quite deep, beyond anything you could conceive. A product of the Bos' pure, straight, tight, and negative mindset.

A Maxson, a humankind that cannot make mistakes and must be grandiose.

Since his early youth.

And even if...

Even if I can name what I want to express several times, I have a fantastic illustration of what I mean when I say he is more complex.

The Blind Betrayal.

Damn you for thinking he can't just take down Danse and Sole.

He can.

He absolutely can.

But he does not WANT. And he is relieved that Sole is arguing and offers him an exit door.

He plays the game throughout the entire length. Because he is Maxson! He can't be less.

He cannot have friendship jeopardize the BoS's entire belief system!

He cannot be weak!

He is the MAXSON!!

"Now that it is state, excuse me, I need to go into a dark place, roll upon myself, and cry my heart out. After that, I have a meeting where I will have to show no mercy and use a fine strategy. Have fun and comfort each other; I'm all alone on my podium and will always be this way... because now I don't even have the man who was the closest definition of a friend I could have...."

Nick : Oh my god. The Tin Man.

I'll explain my own feelings toward this man.

In my entire life, I've only encountered one person who has been truly good and selfless: my grandfather.

And Nick's voice! And, due to the game's structure, his running style...

Nick is a personification of my grandfather, as if he came back from the grave to remember me. To remind me of the ideals my grandfather had taught me.

And, as in the past, I feel like that little girl who wants to make her grandfather proud.

Also, my granddad was incredibly small for a man. And extremely very good. People openly insulted him, denigrated him, and treated him in the same way that they do to Nick.

Even while some people acknowledged all of his nice qualities and how amazing it was that he lived, there were always other people who took advantage of his kindness and wiped their feet on him.

My grandfather took it without offence.

"Poor ones, let them be, it's not their fault."

- Is it not their fault that they are bad?

"You have to understand them..."

- But they don't need to understand you?!

"It doesn't matter..."

He wakes up each day thinking about how to improve the world for everyone. And he goes to bed every night worried that he hasn't accomplished everything he could.

This kind of man... did exist... and I hope it still does. Because if someone conceived of creating Nick, it was because he had met someone comparable to my grandfather... didn't he?

And, to be honest, if I ever met this type of man, I would care for and cherish him in ways that cannot be imagined.

Because now I understand how empty the world feels when they left...

Preston : Another case.

Preston. This is a shame.

It's a shame he was designed to be the radiant... because this man deserves far more respect.

The very man who was willing to die because he believes he failed.

But it's not even his own failure.

But he carries it on his shoulder, with the world.

He finally found you.

And hope returns and...

Be serious for a second. The Minutemen Reborn is not you. It's not the fact that you're the General.

The Minutemen, the entire idea, faith, and philosophy are his and his alone.

Without him, there will be no Minutemen, no hope for a better world.

Even if he claims to be broken and defeated and unable to accomplish anything else, he has lifted the sun on the earth with nothing but his dream and benevolence.

What else could I possibly say?

Porter : Ah, man. He needs a hug. In a more twisted fashion than Preston, he is of the same type.

Just more of the lazy type.

Becoming a farmer or whatever is just not in is blood.

Simply having a negative example is enough to make him a bad man.

I believe Bethesda has slipped it here.

Porter may have been a great addition to the Commonwealth.

I think there should have been another alternative.

Porter was the alternative for living as a raider. But if you eventually decide otherwise, it would have been far better to persuade Porter to follow you.

Could he have lived with the knowledge that he had to kill, or at least allow others to kill, everyone on his responsibilities?

I don't think so.

He would have collapsed at some point.

What a waste.

He just needed more hugs...

(Have you ever heard his comment: A gift? For me?-- the way he sounds, well, my heart has melted as for Hancock.)

Strong : Aaaaah, Strong. A kind of developed super mutant... kind of...

He has his own colour, I must say.

Not my favorite companion as Marcus was, but still, his own color is worth it.

I adore how he dislikes everything you can accomplish that he believes is not worthwhile.

It's quite vibrant.

And the dread in his voice as he realizes what Virgil does.

Strong could have been an Orc. He is noble, proud, and appreciates something about his culture.

Even if he is difficult to deal with, he is well worth it.

Because it's amusing to have a character idolize you, but getting Strong's regard feels meaningful.

It's so easy to not earn it.

X6-88 : Give the man a break!

Poor X6.

No, not a hug. You will freeze his brain and cause his own doom!

NOOOOO!!!! DO NOT KISS HIM!!!!!

Poor, poor little thing...

Give him a break.

With enough time, you will find your way.

But give.this.poor.man.a.break!!!

[yukidragon]

Hi, first of all I'd like to say that I love your fics and theories/hcs/asks and I can't wait for The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack knowing that you were also working on it.

Secondly, there's something I've always been wondering. Since all characters with routes are male and the MC dated Ian it's kind of a given that (and necessary for the story to progress) that Sunshine is attracted both romantically and sexually to men. But what if Jack wasn't that lucky and MC was asexual? Since sex is kinda what lovers do so in Jack's mind so it seems to make him more sure of their love/feel secure in the relationship.

And what if they were asexual and aromantic and just couldn't love him back so friendship is all Jack will ever have. He's not their only friend either, and MC has known Shaun longer so his position as someone most important in his Sunshine's life is even more threatened, how would he deal with those feelings and the jealousy?

Or even worse, what if MC was attracted to women exclusively? In aroace friendship you can still technically make him #1 very best friend or something, but here Sunshine would actually LOVE someone else without him having the chance to win them over because it's impossible for them to ever reciprocate and naturally they'd be dating someone eventually, perhaps even married a woman, and naturally most people put their spouse above all. They don't neglect other relationships, but this one is simply the most important. How would he cope with that? Since whether he even gets to exist depends solely on whether MC wants him to. Would he get involved or just let his Sunshine be happy?

Ah... you really flatter me. Thank you! It makes me happy to know that you enjoy my writing and ideas so much that it makes you look forward to the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack more. I'm still blown away whenever someone tells me that. Thank you for being so kind.

Anyway, onto the ask...

You do raise an interesting question about an MC who simply isn't attracted to men. While we have evidence that the MC is attracted emotionally/romantically/physically to men, that doesn't mean that we can't go the AU route, or examine a scenario where they realize that it's not truly what they want after breaking things off with Ian.

I have touched on MC being asexual/aromantic in a previous post and how Jack might deal with that. I believe that if MC simply was incapable of romantic and/or physical attraction, that would Jack some worries, not because he's not supportive, but I think that Jack finds love to be the closest bond people can have. I also talked about how I believe he feels that sex is closely tied to that.

The fact of the matter is that Jack needs MC. From what we've seen on the "no" route in the demo, if they stop needing him, he'll become less real and will probably disappear. In that case he'll most likely return to a place that he described as hell.

That's why I think Jack insists on MC remembering him. If he stops being important in their mind, if they stop caring about his existence... then he's gone. Not to mention the fact that it hurts like hell when the person you love doesn't love you back.

If MC was incapable of feeling romantic love, that would be painful for Jack. Still, I imagine he would hold out hope that maybe someday that could change, especially if we're still talking about a continuity where they were in a relationship with someone before they met.

I can imagine that Jack wants the relationship Ian and MC had, which I'm sure is one of the many reasons why he probably dislikes Ian. Ian wasn't satisfied with the person Jack loves and needs so desperately. Jack can't lose MC, but Ian threw them away for a fling. It's kind of a maddening thought if you think about it.

If the relationship with Ian played a part in MC realizing that they weren't sexually or romantically attracted to men, it might be just another reason for Jack to not like Ian, to be honest. Not that Jack needs even more reasons to want to take care of Ian at this point.

Anyway, since you brought up a lot of different possibilities about MC's orientation that Jack could potentially deal with, I'm going to break them down one at a time. Let's keep going with the assumption that MC figured out this aspect about themselves after breaking up with Ian rather than it always being the case for the sake of simplicity.

First, let's go with an asexual MC who is sex repulsed. They don't want sex at all, but they still can feel attracted to men romantically. It's less than ideal for Jack considering his high libido and how he associates sex with love. However, he cares about MC's happiness and consent, so he won't do anything they don't want.

A quick reminder here - the "no" route was not intended to be a case of non/dubious consent. The team behind the game have repeatedly stated that Jack cannot do anything MC doesn't want. He can't even touch them they don't want him to. The intention in the narrative seems to be for MC to be reluctant about having sex, but still making the conscious choice to have sex with Jack in that route. The option to turn down sex altogether in either route is something that the team said will be added in a future update to the demo.

That said, I think Jack could accept not having sex with MC, provided that they showed him that they love and need him in other ways. I think he'll only truly feel secure if he's convinced that he's the most important person to MC, and they'll never stop loving him. As long as they could get together romantically, and MC could show him love other ways, I think he could be happy and eventually feel secure that a strong relationship doesn't need sex to solidify a strong bond of love.

With an aromantic MC, that's a different beast, especially if they have any sort of desire to have sex with people. I have a bad feeling that if MC was incapable of romantic love, Jack would continue to pine for them. He would no doubt consent to being friends with benefits in a heartbeat. After all, it's something he can give them that they want. I think that the mood would in a lot of ways be like the "no" route, since that is a prime example of MC and Jack having sex while MC doesn't want him romantically. The sex would be him desperately giving them what they desire just to make sure they never stop needing him... while he keeps loving them one-sidedly. He might even hope that one day things will change and they'll eventually love him as long as he just keeps giving them whatever they want. It would make for a pretty depressing situation, not going to lie.

It would make things worse if the aromantic and sexually active MC wants to have multiple sexual experiences with different partners without emotional attachment. I'm sure that would fuck Jack up mentally, and we'd see his worst yandere tendencies come out. I'd expect more and more people would be getting the Nick treatment, and even wind up killing themselves because of his manipulation.

After all, MC can't choose someone else if there's no one else left to choose.

With that thought in mind, an asexual/aromantic MC might be a little easier on Jack's state of mind, at least relatively. If MC doesn't want anyone else, romantically or physically, there's no one else who they're pursuing as a lover or partner. Jack, unfortunately, is no doubt going to remain constantly insecure, especially if MC has other friends, and he might start chasing them away and encouraging MC that they don't need anyone else but him, their best friend in the world.

I believe that Jack needs to feel like he's the most important person to MC. If he can't have reassurance that they'll always care about him and want him around, then he's going to have to make sure to do something about it himself.

Now... when it comes to MC not being romantically attracted to men... it would likely be the same functionally as just not being attracted to Jack in general. It doesn't matter who the person is or their sexuality - if they become more important than Jack to MC, then he can't feel secure in his existence. He might lose them. I'm sure he can live with being their best friend if not their lover, but not if they take someone else as a lover.

Jack seems willing to be whatever MC wants him to be, give them whatever they want as long as they'll always remember him.

That isn't to say that Jack would change into a woman to suit their desires if that's the only type of person they can feel attraction towards. His body might be affected by supernatural powers given the hints we've been given, but that would be pretty messed up.

Rather, I think Jack would try to figure out what about women that MC finds so appealing in a partner. Sometimes people with strong sexual preferences have exceptions despite their sexuality. He could potentially bank on becoming that exception by giving MC everything they could ever want in a relationship with a woman. Sure they might sigh and wish they knew a woman like him, but as long as he made sure no women get close to MC, then maybe eventually they'll change their mind.

It's a foolish hope, but it might be all Jack has at that point.

Of course... this is all speculation based off the idea that MC never really realizes that Jack is insecure about his relationship with them or why he needs them so badly. Not that he's going to tell them since that might risk losing them. It's possible if MC could find other ways to reassure Jack, maybe even help him deal with his issues and his tenuous grip on reality, then maybe he could become less insecure. Maybe he could accept just being friends with MC and accept his beloved being happy with someone else romantically, even if it breaks his heart.

Naturally, since the name of the game is Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, that's probably far easier said than done.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

[uniqueuglyness]

Ok guys, so I feel like this was too short, but since its a short story I didn't think much of it. Someone recommended this to me so I just went with it because I needed ideas anyway 😅. Also, I didn't do much since its my first short story on this blog. And yes, I am starting to post now and I got up the speed. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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Illness

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"I promise, I'm fine." Said Lou. He wasn't sure on why they cared so much about his health. Its not like they every cared this much before, so why would they care now? He didn't know, but whatever this act was, he wasn't falling for it. "Your obviously unwell. Why don't you just let me and Ox take care of you?" Said a concerned Mandy. "I- *cough, cough* I can take care of myself." Lou said with a mix of small sniffles coming from his puffed up, redended nose.

Mandy pushed the bowl closer to Lou. "Please, eat Lou." Lou looked at the bowl for a moment, deep in thought. He was hungry, and it did look a bit tasty. Maybe just 1 bite. He raised the spoon from the bowl and took a small bite. His face was dull for a moment before it lit up at the taste of the soup. Mandy and Ox smiled softly with satisfaction. Ox got up from the bed, leaving Lou with the soup as the he took another bite. He started walking out the room and glanced at Mandy. "I'll leave you guys to it. I have to go meet up with lucky." Mandy nodded as Ox headed out.

Ox came into the dim room with soup from Mandy's kitchen. He went to sit on the bed Lou was laying on. He sat the bowl of soup on the right side of the bed, then looked up at Lou, giving him a signaling look to eat it. Lou looked at the soup, then to Ox, giving him a slight look of realization. "I'm not eating that." Lou said stubbornly. "C'mon, Lou. We both know ya need some attention right now." Lou struggled to sit up as he finally got to a satisfying position and deeply sighed. "Why do you care?"

"Who wouldn't?" Said Ox.

Mandy looked back at Lou who seemed to be enjoying the bowl of soup with a small, tender smile. Mandy glanced at the bowl. He had already finished half of it. Mandy smirked a little, then looked back to Lou, who was still eating. "You enjoying that soup?" Lou looked up at her, smile fading a little. "Wh-what? I-I mean its alright." Lou mumbled as he looked down at the bowl, realizing how much he ate. "Looks to me like it was delicious." Mandy said smugly. "W-whatever, ok?" Lou layed back down, facing away from Mandy.

As much as he loved it, he knew he had a big day tomorrow. He knew it wouldn't last forever.

Mandy sighed. "How about you get some rest?"

"I'm not tired."

"Do you want me to read you a story?"

"W-what? No! I'm not a child."

"Okay, but I'm coming over there."

"What?" Lou was confused on what she was about to do. Mandy scooted in the bed further and and layed beside Lou. She hugged him for a brief moment. Lou glanced at Mandy. "W-what are you doing?"

"Giving you comfort. You said you weren't tired, so I'll make you tired."

"It won't work."

"Oh yeah? 'Cause it seems like your already relaxed." Lou realized that his eyed were getting heavy. Mandy played in his hair. As much as Lou hated to admit it, it felt nice and was making him tired. He decided to give in and slowly closed his eyes.

[ofroyalsyn]

Arrival Of The Prince

[Click clack, click clack, the sound of the stiletto heels behind me was enough to drive me crazy.

"Syn! Stop! Are you crazy?"

Was that even a valid question to ask a Symphath? I don't think so. Hearing that my father, Rehvenge got word that my little sister, @awarriorsmercy was in some sort of trouble at the Brotherhood mansion wasn't exactly going to put me in the mood to satisfy anyone let alone myself. I pulled down my T-shirt and stormed out of the hotel room I was hiding in.

Truth be told, I had no idea who this female was, and I didn't care. She was just another easy score on my bedpost. Did I have a female of worth? Of course, I did, but we had the understanding that she was nothing more than a blood source for feeding. I liked my life I like how I did things and when I ran across her I didn't want things to change. Thankfully my female understood this and expected nothing from me other than the occasional vein and crazy sex now and again. I'm a male, and sex was part of my motivation to keep moving. I pulled out my cell phone trying my best to call my father, but it went right to voicemail as did the call to my sister and my aunt.

I was getting furious but then raven black hair stood in front of my eyesight and I knew my female was trying to stop me from murdering this mystery female that I had fun with last night.

"Syn, calm yourself before you do some damage that you don't mean to do. Wipe her memories because she's a human, you idiot. Quickly, Synester we don't have all day."

My female? She was my equivalent as far as attitude. Even though I did not want a relationship with her in the way that most bonded males did I still had a territorial side when it came to her. Destiny or not in the way of a male point of view she was a score for anyone's bed. I turned on my heels and stared at the female that kept me company last night. I quickly scrubbed her thoughts and disappeared as quickly as I had appeared in her life.

My female Ember stood in front of me with her arms folded over her chest.

"You dummy, I told you on the night we met that I was perfectly okay with you sleeping with whatever walked your way, but I didn't think that included humans. I didn't even know that you weren't aware of what was going on at the mansion. The human you tried to score with last night works at the club."

 Shit, my father was going to kill me for that alone. My amethyst eyes stared at my female, wondering why she wanted to protect me, considering we didn't really have a bond. Sure, we had amazing sex when the mood struck, but that was very rare. Being the son of the most feared creature in Caldwell it makes it impossible to find company for the night.

You're wondering how I exist, right? I am the son of the Princess that my father was trying to escape from. Luckily, she's dead and I simply have my father and my sister in my life. I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves but the bonding scent that came over me as Ember moved was driving me crazy.]

Woman quit doing that. I need to get to my family you're getting in the way. Don't think for a minute that you won't be a target on my list if you keep me from seeing Mercy.

[Was I an ass? Yes, but maybe that's because my needs weren't satisfied last night no matter the position. I don't know why my female found it necessary to save my ass, but I was thankful she did.

"Look, I can feed and fuck you later if you wish, but if you talk to me like that again I will kick your ass from here to the next city line and back again."

I knew I had pushed my limits with Ember, but I didn't care given the situation. I can make up for it later. Sex wasn't a priority now although getting some relief might help me focus. My female kept watching me as I moved much too quickly for most.

 "Syn, breathe, please."

She drove me insane most of the time, but for her to come looking for me because of the situation that my family found itself in spoke volumes. I exhaled turning back to look at her with her raven hair.]

 I'm sorry, E, I can't lose her. Maybe if I wasn't so busy trying to score, I would've realized that Mercy was in the club last night. Damn, how the hell did you find out anyway?

[I watched as my female laughed evilly.

"I have my ways; trust me I have my ways."

She sliced her neck with a blade staring at me.

"Feed."

It wasn't a request; it was an order. I was a bit too rough with her right now, but I knew why she was doing it. She was trying to get me to focus on something other than my blind rage. Of course, when my fangs sunk into her, my hips jerked in the direction of hers. Sex was going to have to wait which isn't something I do. Once I was thoroughly fed, I sealed the wound and nodded.]

 I will repay the favor as soon as I know what is going on. Thank you.

[Without a word she was gone and every time I felt a little guilty for using her as a blood machine. When I slipped behind the wheel of my black Dodge Charger, I felt nothing but anger. I headed toward the direction that I believed the mansion was located, but to my surprise, it was there in plain sight. That's when I knew exactly why Ember came looking for me, she was worried about @awarriorsmercy. I jumped out of my car like it was going to explode as soon as it came to a stop. There were people I didn't recognize I didn't care to know as I walked through the door. I knew some of the warriors because of them coming into zero-sum all the time. I saw the blood on the floor, and I smelled it too. My voice came out as loud as a thunderclap.]

 DAD!

[When he emerged, he looked fine but the look on his face told me something else was wrong and it was something that was probably going to unleash the side of me that no one could control my lethal side. The side that everyone except one person feared. The one person who didn't fear me was my father, but right now he looked terrified to see me.]

[quackitytheduck]

pleaaasess share the notes please 🙏🏻

sighs. well i guess i have to give the people what they want. also ftr i stopped at the end bc i realized the point i was gonna write was inapplicable ill explain it at the end

"it's not about the SPICE it's about quackity's own character development!!

1. wilbur has been gone too long and not only would he not know about what quackity's gone through everyone else on the island would have moved on wo him!! he hasn't spent the time alone on the island that the rest of the islanders have. and you might say ohh that's irrelevant as both quackity and wilbur have both been wo their kids longer than the rest of the eggs have been gone, and to that i say sure but wilbur is going to have to adjust to the realization that his kid (and chayanne who he had a close relationship with) have been KIDNAPPED and the islanders (including quackity) have been left wo knowledge of what happened to them which imo is much different than having a kid die. and quackity still has an emotional connection to richas so he's losing/lost MULTIPLE kids and that's something wilbur just won't be able to keep up with!! and

2. there's no telling what would've happened if wilbur hadn't left but it's unlikely quackity's resentment and loneliness would've just gone away which is what caused qq to get drawn away and kidnapped at the cellboier wedding in the first place!! replacing tilín with another family, esp with quackity's almost manic attitude towards getting a brand new family would never have worked at "fixing" or healing qq because it ALREADY HAPPENED WITH RICHARLYSON after wilbur left, not just tallulah!! so it's entirely likely that qq still would have been kidnapped which would've led to elq replacing him which wo a doubt would've given a complete 180 to their relationship!! u could argue wilbur would see through the facade and realize it wasnt the real qq but lets be honest what could he have done about it? baghera + others already had it figured out in the first few days and they weren't able to do jack shit about it bc of the federation's sheer power over the island. even if wilbur ran for president and won which is doubly unlikely it's clear the presidential position doesn't have much real power over what happens. and not even mentioning the wedge the presidential campaign wouldve put through q/elq and wilbur's relationship (that wasn't already put there by elq's existing attitude). to put it simply qq's kidnapping and elq's replacement of him would have left a nigh irreparable gash between them and when qq spontaneously came back what do u think would've happened??? how much of tallulah OR wilbur would qq be able to remember??? and as we've seen w richas he can't read signs and therefore would've more or less ignored tallulah as an inconvenience, and do u think wilbur would've just taken that??? would wilbur still like him if qq didn't remember the pain and anger that tilín's death gave him that would've made him want a second chance w a new family in the first place??? and

3. this is the point i think about the most tbh and it's that quackity's arc doesn't completely fit in with wilbur. for one wilbur doesn't have a complimenting character arc (or any arc at all!!) that would leave to both of them having a satisfying journey + conclusion together, and two qq has/had a similar relationship to romance that early days dsmp!q had, where he constantly searches for something to make him feel whole and the only two things he can think of to fix that is 1. a romantic relationship (see his aggressive pursuit of qwilbur in the early days

listen the point is there is TOO MUCH that wilbur has missed"

yeah ok that open parenthesis at the end is bc my second point there was gonna be forgiving himself and getting another chance to prove he can take care of something and that opportunity in this case could potentially be provided by a partial caregiver position w tallulah. and now im having a diff thought that qq already has 1% parentship of richas and. well. we all see how that turned out. so i think he just needs to reach a point where he can see the path he's on and muster up the self control or courage to be what he needs to be. and if that's not triggered by richas then then its not gonna be by tallulah now. really tho its up to himself

[monriatitans]

MonriaTitans

Let's Play Some Demos! - Part 10

Welcome to Part 10 of the Let's Play Some Demos! | LPSD series! For those who are new, I aim to introduce gamers to, usually, Indie games and to provide commentary and feedback on the games for educational purposes! For this episode, I went to Steam's Demos Category to find they had events going on: Cooking Fest and Cozy Quest! I grabbed the demos they had available. And one was introduced to me via email because I had another game by the developer on my wishlist.

Today, I, attempted, to play 4 demos for your enjoyment:

Captain Contraption's Chocolate Factory - Available A contraption building game. Design and build your own machines to combine ingredients to make chocolates. Automate production using simple components to create ingenious contraptions, which are as satisfying to watch as they are to optimise. 

Maid Cafe on Electric Street - Available Maid Cafe on Electric Street is a leisurely maid cafe adventure set in the otaku haven of Nipponbashi, Osaka. You, the protagonist, quit your job at an extremely toxic workplace and find yourself at a run-down maid cafe, where a cute maid named Shiro works. Maid Cafe on Electric Street is a story-focused adventure game where you enjoy daily life at Fuwa Fuwa Cafe.

Neon Noodles - Available In a future where food is the ultimate symbol of status, you are a recipe programming technician for a ruthless aristocracy. Create, test and optimize your culinary machines in this deliciously dark zach-like!

Tiny Glade - Available Tiny Glade is a small diorama builder where you doodle whimsical castles, cozy cottages & romantic ruins. Explore gridless building chemistry as the game adorns your glades with procedural detail. No management, combat or goals: just kick back and turn forgotten meadows into lovable dioramas.

All links above are to the games' Steam pages.

Why was it an "attempt" to play? Because one of the demos pissed me off, so I cut it short and skipped to the next one. However, I will still be able to render a verdict.

Neon Noodles was the demo that pissed me off and it was uninstalled when I started writing this. I also uninstalled Tiny Glade. It was cute, but playing it gave me a headache. Maid Cafe on Electric Street was, quickly, moved to my WANT collection, as was Captain Contraption's Chocolate Factory. The weirdness of Captain made it endearing. I was having fun with Neon Noodles until they introduced "programming the bots", which, a) I don't understand why we need it and b) the instructions for programming them weren't clear. And that's why I rage quit. Backing up a bit, Neon Noodles is set in a dystopia where being able to have actual food, instead of a paste, is a status symbol. So, it's our job to prepare food for the aristocracy via the Neon Noodles app. They were showing the controls for both the mouse and the controller, which was great, but with both sets of controls, I didn't understand what I was supposed to press/click to make the bot do what I wanted it to do. The only things I didn't understand were how to make it pick things up and put things down. It wasn't clear, so I got frustrated and moved on to Tiny Glade. Also, again, why did we need the bots? We had the conveyor belts to get the food from point A to point B. To end on a positive note, the design was great! The color palettes were futuristic and easy on the eyes. Well done, there! But we need clearer instructions.

Since I already mentioned Tiny Glade, we'll go on to my 3rd favorite game of the bunch. I loved the idea of having a space to just build to your heart's content, but the lack of guidance, while interesting at first, caused me to get bored quickly. There was everything and nothing to do. Also, spinning the camera around started giving me a headache. The art style tap danced on the edge of stylized and realism, which had me grinning, but they locked a lot of stuff for the demo. And made the space to build in tiny. Either I'm not as creative as I thought I was, or the developers didn't do their game justice with the demo. And, since I couldn't play it for long, I don't think I did the game justice, either.

Captain Contraption's Chocolate Factory was endearingly weird! And it engaged my love of playing around to figure things out, which Neon Noodles could learn from. The game has us in a chocolate factory, duh, where, like Neon Noodles, we have to come up with ways to get food from point A to point B, but Chocolate Factory made the puzzling more fun! Their conveyor belts were a bit more annoying, though, because I would click to try and move it and it would rotate instead, but it was my only frustration. My confusion was with the mini-lift, which I forgot the name of. It was supposed to move things without getting in the way of the conveyor belts. I'm getting ahead of myself. In Captain Contraption's Chocolate Factory we are filling orders in our chocolate factory. To do this? Design systems on how to get things items from point A to point B. This game made me think and I loved it! THEY HAD MINI CANNONS! Who uses mini cannons to get orders created? This gal! It's not a game I would make part of WGS, but I will be going back to it. It's wacky and funny! And full of fun colors!

Speaking of fun colors, how many times did I freak out at Maid Cafe on Electric Street design? I LOVE pixel art games! And how many times did I laugh while playing? I'm almost tempted to count. And it will DEFINITELY be getting its own "Let's finish the demo!" video! Out of the 4 demos, I was the saddest when I stopped playing this one. The story, you quit your toxic, and I mean toxic, they had you play it, job and the next day you become the manager of a maid cafe, hence the name. Unfortunately, there's only one person left, the owner is I forgot where, and if the place doesn't reopen soon, it'll close. The owner told the last employee, Shiro, if she's able to find a manager for the place, it can stay open. You take the job out of desperation because your last job provided you dorms, and they gave you 3 days to leave. Like I said, toxic. You take the job because you get to live in the apartment above the cafe. If I ever have a toxic job, I wanna quit it the way I did in the game. It was SO satisfying and everyone cheering as I did so was hilarious! I already mentioned the art style was pixel art, but I haven't mentioned the animations and lighting. It's the little things; while I was moving from the balcony of the apartment to back inside, the lighting actually adjusted when I was in a shadow. Again, the little things. The wind animations in the trees were legit. And it combined 2D and 3D in an entertaining and surprising way while in the cafe. The characters were 2D, but the rest of the space was 3D, or 3Desk, and it didn't feel out of place. The size of your character even increased and decreased in size as you moved forwards and backwards! Again, it's the little things! And it was also the only game that had voice acting, which was on par. And had me laughing. I think... I was laughing so much, I don't even remember at which parts anymore. I'm gonna stop now before I end up posting this at the end of the week...

And that's it for Part 10! Thank you for reading! If this series of videos is something you're interested in, the videos are available on YouTube, The Titans' Discord, Steam, Rumble, and Odysee!  Don't forget to hit the Subscribe and/or Follow buttons to know when there's more!

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"Let's Play Some Demos!" Video Series YouTube Playlist "Let's Play Some Demos!" Video Series Blog Posts

Pilot: CrossCode, Dumpy & Bumpy, Ynglet, Zero Ranger

Part 2: A Dance of Fire and Ice, 2064: Read Only Memories, Death and Taxes, Underhero

Part 3: TEKKEN 8, Spiritfarer: Farewell Edition, Secrets of Grindea, Forspoken

Part 4: Death's Hangover, Fae Farm, Fate/Samurai Remnant, Mini Settlers

Part 5: All-Star Fruit Racing, Indivisible, SaGa Emerald Beyond, Visions of Mana

Part 6: Glorious Companions, Tales of Arise, Ultionus: A Tale of Petty Revenge, Cozy Island

Part 7: The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood, Cursebane, Dex, The Lady Puppet

Part 8: Detroit: Become Human, Little Goody Two Shoes, Luma Island, Tinkerlands

Part 9: Backpack Battles, Glaciered, Ratopia, Slime Rancher

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The Monday, November 25th, and 649th, Artist Shout-Out goes to Amaia Blesa! Check them out here!

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TIMESTAMPS 0:00 - Welcome Gamers! 1:54 - Artist Shout-Out 4:07 - Demos' Intro 7:22 - Captain Contraption's Chocolate Factory 43:00 - Maid Cafe on Electric Street 2:22:25 - Neon Noodles 2:32:22 - Tiny Glade 2:45:02 - Demos' List Again 2:45:24 - Artist Shout-Out 2:46:46 - Thank You/Links 2:49:08 - Rendezvous Point Bookshop Plug 2:50:55 - Farewell

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MORE INFO & TO SUPPORT - MonriaTitans | WGS Summarized - Rendezvous Point Bookshop - Artist Shout-Out Criteria - The Titans' Discord - Throne Wishlist - #SubOffTwitch - YouTube - Rumble - Odysee - Twitch - Steam

Originally published to https://opinionsandtruth.wordpress.com on November 26, 2024.

[wolfewritings]

For me, there's a point in FromSoft games where the difficulty stops being fun and starts just being a hassle or nonsensical. I was able to beat Messmer on my third try, and it only took me that many because I was instantly killed by his grab once the intro cutscene ended. Granted I was comfortable exploring and was potentially over-leveled, but it was fun to just see him get chunked by going "prank him, boys" and have me and Mimic Tear go spin-to-win on him.

But that was after realizing that no matter how much fun I was having with using Rellana's swords in the moment-to-moment combat and exploring, it was just overwhelmingly more practical to whip out the bleed build with Mimic Tear. Because for some reason, as long as the boss or area enemies doesn't have death blight, Mimic Tear is the objectively best summon to use if you want them to get out more than one swing or take more than one hit before being one shot; to the point that FromSoft had to buff damn near every single summon for the DLC even with the Spirit Ash upgrades.

And even after all of that, every single time I fought Consort Radahn, I kept thinking "This would be fun if he had half as much health." Its one thing for most of the DLC bosses to be a Vigor/"Dodge" check even with the Blessings, but the fact that the "cheese" builds I've seen for Radahn are literally just turtling behind shields and proc-ing Scarlet Rot feels damning to how artificial his difficulty is.

In my opinion, some of the bosses (in general for FromSoft, but especially in the SotE) either weren't designed for a 3rd person camera or just straight-up weren't play-tested and it stops being fun to make even one more attempt to fight them. It wasn't an "Ah-ha!" moment to realize I had to dodge directly through Gaius' charge, it was a "how the fuck does that make sense" moment. It felt awful to stagger the Golden Hippo just to not be able to actually Visceral it because the character positioning doesn't line up if you're still locked-on. It was fun seeing how much extra damage the Scadurtree Avatar took from literally any and every form of fire damage, but it was infuriating that I couldn't for the life of me figure out how the light-beam-burst worked so I just had to run across the boss arena until I though I was out of the AoE. That especially goes for Radahn's second phase, where I could use my entire stamina bar sprinting out of the AoE just to still get hit because I couldn't tell how big it was or where it actually spawned. Consort Radahn is the epitome of these issues for me, especially after seeing that the hitboxes for Radahn are abysmally bad.

I struggled with Rellana and she definitely took me close to 20 times to finally beat, but it felt like I was actually learning to fight her and it was nice and fun and not stressful. Same with the Saint of the Blood Bud, the spectacle and beauty of the fight out weighed the difficulty I had. Even if I wasn't overleveled for him, Messmer's moveset made him fun to fight and it was actually satisfying to beat him on my third try. Hell, I definitely struggled with Bayle, but Igon made it fun (even if Bayle's incantation kinda sucks). The fucking NPC arena fight directly before Radahn was fun and satisfying, especially once I realized it was "Oops, all bleed build" because I didn't explore enough before reaching Messmer's tower and never met, let alone started, Thollier's quest.

The DLC is fun and satisfying and actually funny and meme-worthy in a good way; but only up until Miyazaki decides it shouldn't be any more. "Definitely-Not-Guts" functionally being the "The REAL Dark Souls starts here" sign post was fun and obvious after you hit him even once and did a whole bunch of nothing. But the best thing about Dancing Lion (functionally the first boss) is the intro cutscene, the transition animations, and it's head piece; the broad strokes of the fight makes me want to like it in retrospect, but I don't. I definitely don't think it warranted a second go-round with the over-world variant. Same with the Golden Hippo, the transition was fun but overall mid to me. The random FallingStar Beast was way more fun than Gaius. Putrescent Knight was fine, it barely occupies my brain and mostly felt like a novelty *Pointing Wojak* "Its Orphan of Kos" fight more than anything. The assorted over-world bosses were fun, one-and-done fights. The Catacomb bosses were the same, with the cultist gank being a challenging but still interesting. Midra was an interesting spectacle with funny fake out.

But Consort Radahn just isn't any of that. He's a fun and interesting reveal, but he isn't fun to fight. It's difficult for the sake of being difficult. He's an exaggeration of how the "get-good" chuckle-fucks describe Dark Souls. It's an *interesting choice* to have him do some anime bullshit, but it's not satisfying to fight against.

I know saying it's a badly designed fight is highly subjective, but I want to say it is because of how unfun it is. And I know FromSoft isn't infallible, they made the fucking XBox Kinect Steel Battallion game; and this fight feels like that side of them slipping through. The fucking hit boxes not lining up with anything, so you're just getting hit by the *aura* of his swords instead of his actual swords. The fact that you can fight two seperate optional bosses that tie directly into Miquella but they functionally do nothing but give you lore, levels, and maybe a new summon feels bad.

I think Consort Radahn is the tipping point for FromSoft difficulty. I know Miyazaki has said that everything in the game is there to be an aid, to make the game as easier as possible for every player; but they had to add damage and defense boosters for the DLC because they focused on it being a challenge for the min-maxers rather than it being fun for the "casuals" like me (that have 450+ hours on Dark Souls 3 alone).

I don't think 46k health and 40% damage mitigation that can only be balanced with a Ubisoft collectathon is a satisfying challenge or well designed 🤷‍♂️.

I think what makes SotET so hard is the overcompensating for the fact people can get crazy powerful in the base game by the end of it, and then trying to overcorrect on that with making things even harder. When that messes up the formula they had- punishing difficulty for the sake of a fun challenge, not necessarily to be overwhelming.

To my understanding, they went a bit overboard and it's biting them in the end.

SotET feels like the culmination of a growing problem where they feel like every release has to impress all over again, so they keep raising the pressure and the damage of the major bosses over and over and over.

Artorias was the fastest boss in Dark Souls by far, but he was manageable. Bloodborne went nuts with Maria and the Orphan of Kos. With them, utilizing iframes really became mandatory.

Dark Souls 3 brought in the Nameless King, who was regarded as nearly unbeatable at the time, as well as Sister Friede and Slave Knight Gael in the DLCs, who reached an almost comical level of speed.

Elden Ring brought in Malenia who was so hard that it became a meme. Her attack strings were so long, her attacks were so fast and her damage was so high, that the only realistic way to take her down was to hurt her faster than she could hurt you.

SotET is trying to raise the difficulty AGAIN, and the diminishing returns really hit home here. Every boss is now Malenia. It's not sustainable. Something's gotta give.

[ihatemyselfbutidolovetea]

9/25/24

The loneliness has set in and I realize I must rely on myself to assure me everything will be okay. But how can I do that when I feel so lost in myself. The selfishness is all-consuming. I feel like a maiden in love but where is that love aimed at?

I've been getting distracted with drawing because at one point my love was organized now its all discombobulated.

At one point Jayson offered to hang out with me, sleep at his house once again. I told him no because I put up a boundary to not hang out with him alone at his house at night. This is because feelings get intense in that situation and we end up thinking "hey were still attracted to each other let's try again!" Honeymoon phase, getting comfortable, something goes wrong we fight, break up-- unhealthy cycle. I want to avoid that. First loves can be a hell of a drug. When you fall in love with someone first, and are so inexperienced in dating, you believe that first love will be your last too. I was determined for Jayson to be that. In my heart I still want that, I'd love for things to go back to the way they were before, but I don't think they can.

Jayson has changed as a person, the life we had together is gone too. So much in our lives has changed. I thought that if you accepted change in your life, accept your partner for who they are, then everything will be okay. Then why was I going through such a deep depression that last month while we were still together? Was I a failure of a girlfriend? Well... I did the best I could. But I failed.

Even with the comfort I feel knowing I am no longer hurting Jayson, I still fail to be strong. After I said no to Jayson I realized... fuck now that were not together, Jayson having no obligation to be my ride, all our friends moving to their own lives, and how I still don't have my license yet, how will I be able to hang out with Jayson at all? On top of that, I hurt Jayson because I didn't realize how lonely of a position he was in. All his brothers moved out, so he barely has anything outside of work. So when I said I'd rather hang out with my friends than him, it was like a knife in the chest. I'm lonely too. I'm in a fortunate position of having good friends, and working a part-time job so I have time and energy to spare to my other hobbies. And yet I still wasn't satisfied and still had more to complain about. I wanted affection, I wanted kisses and hugs, I wanted sex, I wanted to sleep in the same bed as someone. At one point I had a call with Schmudd, and he said things I wanted to hear, and bless his kind heart, but it left me with blue balls.

And so I decided, once... One night I wanted to feel like we were normal- I was normal, and my heart wasn't a pit. So I asked Jayson if I could sleep at his house next him in bed. He said yes on the condition I couldn't ask for sexual favors. I agreed.

So we laid in bed and talked about us. It was an emotional reunion. I could tell I was on thin ice. I was taking a big risk because I didn't want to be alone. Jayson knew my reasons as well. We both just didn't want to be lonely.

Jayson asked me what I want in a boyfriend and I didn't know. I wanted affection but what else? My needs weren't just unrealistic they were also ill-defined. Maybe that's why I have such a tough time with boundaries, I don't know my needs so when someone does something that feels bad I question it; is it a big deal is it not? I asked him what he wanted in a girlfriend and he didn't know either. This was such a weird position to be in and I was only making it worse by caving in and inviting a chance for the cycle to start back up again. It was then Jayson brought up us dating other people. And whoever we find will help us understand what we want. I think the only person I was considering was Schmudd, but when Jayson asked I said I had no one in mind because Schmudd lives in another state and I don't do long-distance relationships, so I didn't count that. Besides, would I want to put Schmudd in that position? I feel so obsessed with Schmudd remaining bound to me. But he deserves to be happy... It just seems unfair to put someone in a relationship with no plan. It's even more unfair to go running into someone's arms into a passionate loving embrace and think to yourself, "why did I have to fall in love with another person before you? Why am I still thinking about my ex? Why am I remorseful that my happy ending wasn't with him?" Despite having this self-awareness why do I still want to run into Schmudd's embrace, bathing in the satisfaction that he loves me?

[hxpelessnurse]

It probably should be at least a bit concerning that Kazuichi hadn't even truly realized he was braiding Mikan's hair until he was reaching for the hair tie on his wrist, what had started out as a study session quickly derailing as the mechanic became distracted by the nurse's hair just within reach. It...made him a little sad, how choppy it was, no doubt because Mikan allowed others to cut it, just as she let them bully her in a myriad of other ways just to be seen. He could understand, in a way, not caring if something hurt so long as people were acknowledging you, but he hoped that by spending more time with the nurse, that doing little things like working on homework, taking her out for ice cream, and yeah, even braiding her hair, that she would slowly break away from those self destructive habits and cruel people and instead rely on the positive attention from Kazuichi and their other friends when she felt she needed it.

Nevermind the fact that Kaz himself had a few self destructive habits of his own he had no intent to correct, often pushing himself to extremes just to please others, neglecting to eat in order to save as much money as he could for his unappreciative father in hopes it would bring him up in the man's eyes, forgoing sleep when anxiety plagued him or when he felt as if breaks weren't an option. All he was was his work, and too often did things end in a fire for him to be satisfied with it. Sure, he had successes along with them, but the ultimate mechanic shouldn't fail at all, let alone as much as he did. He never felt like he deserved the title, and that was why he needed to prove he was worthy of it, not only for himself, but to also show his dad that he deserved this, that he wasn't a failure, that he was worth something...

Right now, though, he didn't have those doubts, didn't feel the need to near kill himself in his workshop, or by being an over glorified maintenance man for the school with no pay to show for it. No, Mikan had his full attention now, the world not existing outside her dorm room as he secured the braid into place with a wide grin. "Hey, check it out, we match!" Said with a tug of his own smaller braid, his eyes were bright behind the thick lenses of his glasses, his usual pink contacts having been forgone that day after Mikan had told him the dangers of keeping them in for too long, leaving their natural bright blue on display for no one else to see but Mikan. He knew she wouldn't laugh at him, wouldn't belittle him for wearing them, for wasting him money on such unnecessary prescription cosmetics when he glasses were more than enough.

Tucking in a stray lock behind the nurse's ear, that smile fell a bit, Kaz's hand lingering for a moment as his eyes picked out each lock that had refused to stay in the braid with how short they were, like they were suddenly a beacon, and he was a moth. He...hadn't noticed just how uneven her hair was, even as he was fiddling with it, the braid making those cut bits all the more obvious where they stuck out from the carefully twisted strands. "Hey, uh...I'm not like, super good at it or anything, but um...I cut my own hair since going to get it done is expensive as shit, and..." How could he say this without hurting Mikan's feelings? He didn't want that, he wanted to help. "I guess, I'm trying to say I can even out your hair, if you want. It wouldn't take much to blend the shorter bits in. Or I could cut it short if you want! I swear I can do a better job than what I do for myself, I even help Fuyu with his buzzcut sometimes! He says he only comes to me 'cause there's no way a 'two bit bubblegum bitch' like me would have the nerve to kill him while he's vulnerable and all, but I mean, I gotta be doing a good job if he keeps coming back, right? I'm not the only one who wouldn't kill him...um, at least I hope I'm not..."

Mikan hadn't even noticed his hands running through her hair until he was nearly done with the braid. She was far too focused on the textbook she was reading, eyes scanning the pages and mentally noting which ideas and topics would probably show up in future assignments. She liked studying, especially with other people, because it helped her focus on her future. Her current home life was pathetic and traumatic, so her only escape was school and her studies.

She could feel her eyelids getting heavy as Kaz continued to plait her hair, the words on the pages of her textbook getting fuzzy as she let herself relax and enjoy the quiet atmosphere. She felt safe around Kazuichi, and considering how often they'd been hanging out lately, she could admit he'd become one of her favourite people. She let out a small yawn as he tied off the braid and called attention to the fact that it matched the braid in his own hair.

"Oh!! I've n-never had someone braid my hair b-before!!" She replied sleepily. She took the long strand in her hands for a moment and admired the work he'd done - sure, her uneven layers ended up sticking out of the braid every which way, but she found it beautiful nonetheless. Her eyes got all watery as he continued to ramble on about possibly giving her a haircut to even out the choppy locks, her emotions suddenly bubbling over. She tilted her head toward his hand as he gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

She gave him a nervous smile, her eyes glossy and wet, before she turned to face him and threw her arms around him. She sobbed softly as she hugged him tightly. "You'd d-do that for me?" She asked between sobs. "I d-don't deserve you, S-Souda. Y-You're so nice to me!"

She sniffled softly, burying her face in his shirt and letting herself calm down a little before she pulled away from him and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "I'm s-sorry! I m-made a mess of your shirt," She apologized, pulling out her hand towel from her book bag and gently trying to wipe the inky black stain off his shirt. "I sh-should really invest in some w-waterproof mascara..."

@the-ultimate-muses

[timeoverload]

Today was bad and I'm glad it's over already. I did 25 cases between 7 and noon and had 3 rooms going at the same time while trying to manage the department by myself because so many people were gone again. I definitely overexerted myself and I was stressed about other stuff and I ended up having a panic attack and throwing up. My anxiety is out of control today. My stomach is still in knots but at least I'm home now. It was nice of them to let me leave 3 hours early because that never happens anymore. I hope I start feeling better soon but I'm planning on just going to bed after I finish writing this.

The good news is that tomorrow I'm going to be celebrating because it has been 2 years since I survived sepsis. I got sepsis because I had a horrible kidney infection and acute cystitis that didn't respond to treatment initially.

The week before I was admitted to the hospital, I had to go to urgent care because I was so sick that I was losing control of my bodily functions. My kidneys and liver weren't functioning properly and were starting to shut down so my skin was turning yellow. I was so nauseous and couldn't eat and my right kidney hurt so bad. I remember my ex was fighting with me that afternoon because he needed attention and didn't care that I wasn't feeling good. His needs were always top priority. I still remember how he berated me because I didn't have the strength to satisfy him and he was really mean to me when he didn't get what he wanted. He didn't take me seriously at first when I told him I felt like I was dying because I always felt bad and also tried to make me go out and do stuff anyway even though I could barely stand up straight. He didn't seem to notice or care how bad I looked or that I was shaking. He finally agreed to take me to urgent care because I was having a hard time breathing and couldn't control my bladder and I was bleeding. I remember going in the bathroom and looking in the mirror and seeing a corpse staring back at me. When we finally got to urgent care, I had never been so confused and disoriented in my life and I struggled to fill out the paperwork without collapsing. I received oral antibiotics and a shot of Rocephin in the butt and that was extremely unpleasant. That made some of the symptoms subside temporarily but the infection didn't go away and it got worse as the week went on. Antibiotic-resistant infections are so scary and are becoming more prevalent.

I was in so much pain that week before I went to the hospital that I spent most of my time curled up on the couch in the fetal position and screaming a lot because I couldn't help it. I knew the medicine wasn't working and I was scared. I remember my ex coming home angry because I had been off work for a couple days due to the issues I was having. He thought I was being dramatic when I was crying. He was mad because I had been home and I wasn't doing any cooking or cleaning or being productive and so I had to get up and force myself to clean some stuff so he would get off my ass. It made me feel so much worse but he didn't care. I literally had to beg him to help me with things. The next day I made a doctor's appointment because I couldn't take the pain anymore. If I wouldn't have gone to the doctor when I did, I probably would be dead. She told me I needed to be admitted to the hospital immediately and so I went and had to spend the night by myself because of covid restrictions. I was so dehydrated that it took them forever to get the IV in my arm. They kept stabbing me with huge needles and running tests and took so much blood from me. I was on IV antibiotics for 24 hours. It was a lonely and painful experience but I'm glad I pulled through. That would have been a very excruciating death. I'm thankful for modern medicine but I'm also afraid of being hospitalized now.

During the night I spent in the hospital, I spent a lot of time thinking about how unhappy I was with my life at the time. Even though I felt like shit, that was the first night I had spent alone in years and I couldn't believe how peaceful it was. It felt like the veil had been lifted from my eyes. That was when I officially decided that I was ready to leave my ex after contemplating the decision for a long time. It took years to build up the courage. I told myself I had to find a way leave if I survived. I didn't know how. He tried to be really nice to me after I was released from the hospital and shower me with gifts but I was so done after how he treated me. I was always loyal to him for almost 10 years, even when he treated me like garbage and was talking to other women. He kept trying to have an open relationship because he wanted to date other people but still have control over me. I never talked to anyone else. Going to get tattooed and going to work were the only things I was able to do by myself. He didn't really like that I was getting tattooed all the time though and would fight with me about it. I will just admit right now that going to the tattoo shop and seeing Maxwell was the only thing that made me happy at the time because I felt safe and accepted there. I wish it wouldn't have taken so long to get away from my ex and I thought I was going to die if I tried to leave but I'm glad I did it. I had to make a plan for myself and rebuild my strength. I was so afraid for my life but I didn't give up.

I tried to reach out to people to get help for months before I actually left because I didn't think I could do it on my own but no one would help me except my dad. No one took me seriously because I didn't know how to ask. I was just so fucking scared and I didn't know what to do.

Maxwell I'm sorry I tried to bother you back then right before I broke up with him in November 2021. I remember how mad you were at me for trying to ask to text you when I came in for a consultation. I don't blame you. I'm glad you let me come back anyway. I think you misinterpreted what I wanted because I wasn't trying to be unfaithful to him in the process but I suppose I was in a way because I can't say that I didn't have feelings for you. I was just lost and needed help and a friend. I just wanted to tell you what was going on. I was afraid to mention it while I was getting tattooed and also was afraid to talk about what was going on online because I was terrified he would find out and hurt me. I was so stupid for even saying anything to you in the first place. I still get embarrassed just thinking about it and I cried so much that day. I was seeking safety and guidance because I didn't have any at the time. I didn't know how to help myself because I was so used to someone else dictating most of my decisions. I've always had a tough time speaking up when I need help and I think my parents could attest to that. I was unstable and feeling impulsive when I did that. You were the only person other than my dad that I knew wouldn't hurt me and that I could trust.

I knew you and I were twin flames from the day we met. I knew about twin flames before I met you and I didn't think you would actually come along so I think that's part of the reason I'm so crazy. I couldn't believe it. Before I met you, I thought I was just going to be miserable forever. You helped me realize that I deserve to be treated better and you have always been such a gentleman. Thank you for that. I didn't think I could meet a man like you because I have had so many bad experiences. I also knew you were reading my blog and that we had an unexplainable connection between us so I was just being delusional and dumb and thought you would come to my rescue at the time for some reason. I have been truly ashamed of myself since I did that. I'm not a perfect person at all. I know I have made a lot of mistakes and I'm trying to learn from them and own up to it. It was still innapropriate and wrong and I wish I wouldn't have done that. I guess you live and learn. I should have never tried to ask you for help. I'm sorry again and I understand if you can't forgive me for that. I understand why you didn't want to trust me after that. I'm so bad at communicating sometimes. I just want to be honest with you because I don't feel right not telling you the truth. I hope you understand. That was the only time in my life I have ever done anything like that and will never do it again because I know that I won't let anyone put me in that position again where I felt helpless. You did the right thing by saying no to me and not getting involved and I'm glad you didn't get hurt because I care about you so much. I suppose you did encourage me to deal with stuff on my own and I did it and I'm free now. When we broke up I was honest with him and I told him I had feelings for someone else because I know I deserve to be treated better and that I was tired of him treating me like garbage and throwing me around like a rag doll.

I'm glad I have chosen to be celibate since I left him and I haven't dated or talked to anyone. People at work try to flirt with me but I don't feed into it because I don't want that. I want to get away from it so bad and that's why I complain about it. I don't like dating apps because they are scary and I tried those in high school and ended up in some really bad situations that I wish I could forget about. I'm too afraid of getting my ass beat again so it's better if I just stay home and not talk to anyone. I have been thinking about how much inner strength I have gained by being alone. I get a little crazy sometimes but I'm not going to let loneliness get to me. I deserve to be with someone who will appreciate me and protect me, especially when my life is in danger. I would rather stay single than settle for anything less. All I want is to be able to commit and love someone forever and feel safe and happy.

I'm also going to be celebrating my freedom tomorrow. I'm happy that I have accomplished so much in the last 2 years and I've become a lot more independent so I'm proud of that. I'm not exactly where I want to be in life but it feels good to set goals and actually achieve them. I am still grateful that I was given a second chance to live even though it hasn't been easy since then. I have had to be a lot more careful because it is more likely for me to have recurrent sepsis if I get an infection in the future. I read a study recently about how people that survive severe sepsis have a higher ongoing mortality rate for years even after treatment. It has definitely changed me a lot physically and mentally and I'm not as strong as I used to be. My health has really gone downhill from there. It doesn't help that I was born so early and I have so many other health issues going against me simultaneously. I really need to keep trying to take better care of myself because I want to live a long and happy life. I would like to be a mom someday. I want to have a family. I don't want to be a statistic. I'm not sure how much time I have left at the rate I'm going but I'm going to try to make the most of it and count my blessings. I will continue working on myself every day. I need to try to be more positive because I know I am very lucky to be alive. I'm looking forward to going to my appointment tomorrow and I'm going to do my best to make it a better day than today was no matter what happens.

[drizznt]

So, a few things...

1. House Oblodra wasn't destroyed for trying to tadpole people; afaik, that was never a thing they did. Here's what happened to them: During the Time of Troubles, magic wasn't working right. So no House in Menzoberranzan could reliably use it to defend themselves. But Oblodra didn't rely on magic for most of their power. They relied on psionics, which weren't affected, and thus found themselves in a VERY good position with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to raise their station. They tried to destroy House Baenre, and Lolth, who didn't want Oblodra to destroy her favorites and take charge (since their reliance on psionics made them less dependent on Lolth's magic) allied with the demon Errtu to have Oblodra destroyed. If Halsin were enslaved by them, he would have had to escape before the entire city or Menzoberranzan and all the demons Errtu brought arrived at Oblodra's front door, because by then it would've been too late. He would have been hard-pressed to find any other opportunity, though. But given how thoroughly both DeVir and Do'Urden were destroyed, he wouldn't have had a great opportunity to escape then, either. HOWEVER, Halsin says he escaped when drow were fighting drow in the house's compound, which means it couldn't have been Oblodra. No drow from outside the house ever set foot inside when they ere destroyed iirc; it was demons who attacked, and then the entire compound was dragged into the clawrift. So I don't think it could have been Oblodra.

2. It's actually very easy to fall out of Lolth's favor, which is why drow constantly go to such lengths to hold onto it. It's very common for a house to lose favor, not realize in time to defend themselves, and be destroyed when a rival discovers the weakness. That's what happened to DeVir, but it didn't only happen to DeVir. We only see DeVir's as significant because we see their destruction in Homeland the night Drizzt is born, but everything about what happened to them was normal and common; it happens every decade or so to one house or another. Furthermore, once a house is destroyed, the norm is to act as though it never existed, and all members of the house are killed (unless they escape somehow, e.g. if Jarlaxle saves them, which he does often because that's how he recruits people for Bregan D'aerthe). So his comment about it falling out of favor doesn't necessarily point to any one house over another, nor does his comment about associating with them being dangerous. It could be almost any of the houses that fell in that timeframe.

3. For the last several years of Do'Urden's existence, I doubt Malice had much time for what happened to Halsin. Do'Urden was having a private, secret cold war situation with Hun'ett, which had also fallen out of favor (and which was absorbed into Do'Urden after failing to eradicate them), and that took up a lot of time and energy for everyone in the house, especially Malice. Malice also spent the last few weeks of her life enduring the huge strain of Zin-carla (which aged her by several decades in that short time and required all of her focus). She wouldn't have had time or energy to satisfy those appetites. Do'Urden's patron at the time was Rizzen, and Malice didn't care about him by that point and let her Zak zombie kill him just to test his abilities through Zin-carla, so idk how involved he could have been. So while it's not impossible that it was Do'Urden, it's not super likely imo.

My guess is that the writers didn't have a particular house in mind. The dialogue is vague enough that, given the nature of drow politics and the cultural norms surrounding the destruction of a house, it could be any of them (except maybe Oblodra, given that it wasn't drow that destroyed them, but demons).

So, which Drow House kidnapped Halsin?

Fuck it. This morning @adelar-plays posted this excerpt of the dialogue you can have with Halsin about his time as, well, a sex slave to the drow. tl;dr: If you play as a drow with a noble background in the game, you get some extra dialogue options and through it learn that the House Halsin had been captured by was not just destroyed, but is looked upon very poorly by other drow. Badly enough that working for any surviving members might get you into trouble.

And my very first thought about it was: Wait, was he captured by House Oblodra? (Aka: Araj's House?) Sure, Araj does not react to him or he to Araj (Or does he? Has anyone tried?), but Araj's dialogue does imply that she was fairly young when House Oblodra fell.

However, there are other options of course. Let me go through them all.

Now, what we know: Halsin is about 350 years old. This happened when he was a "young druid" (though your guess is as good as mine what he might consider "young"). And it definitely happened before the Shadowcurse was cast. So at the very least he escaped the Underdark more than a hundred years ago.

So, the drow house in question must have fallen between about 300 and 100 years ago. That much is fairly certain. So, between ca. 1190 and 1390DR.

Before I go into the list of possible Houses, let me quickly go into what the houses are:

The drow are a matriarchal people, and usually group themselves into Houses. The most apt comparison for those Houses - at least among the drow of Menzoberrazan - is basically mafia families, that are usually organized around one matriarch. Most of the Houses have their own little army, and just tons, and tons of slaves. (Look, in Menzo there is about 5 slaves for every drow living there. Most slaves are goblins or minotaurs, but there are also other races.) The Houses are in constant rivalry with each other to become the most influencial House of the city. And if you as a drow do not belong to a House, you are basically worthless.

So, which Houses were disbanded in the timeframe?

House Celofraie got destroyed in a conflict with House Agrach Dyrr in 1367 DR. We do not know the reason, but it was probably simply a rivalry between the Houses. The same goes for House Mlin'thobbyn and House Syr'thaerl.

House Do'Urden is one that we know a lot about, duh, because Drizzt is such an important character for the lore. The House was originally very important, but lost the favor of Lolth after Drizzt saved a normal elven kid on the surface. This led to the destruction of the House in 1338 DR.

House Elec'thil got destroyed at some point between 1327 and 1367 DR. The exact reason was never given.

House Bron'tej got destroyed in 1227 after a conflict with House Barrison Del'Armgo.

House Kenafin and House Horlbar were disbanded in 1383 DR, though the members of both Houses together formed the new House of Melarn.

House Srune'Lett nearly started a drow civil war and got subsequently destroyed in 1372 DR.

House Tuin'Tarl got destroyed in 1383 DR, after trying to attack House Kenafin and House Horlbar. In a revenge attack, obviously.

House Teken'duis had a rivalry with House Freth. When trying to assassinate their leaders, they failed - and in return the family fell into shame and was susequently executed by the ruling council of the city. This was in 1319DR.

House DeVir formed an alliance with some gnomes in an attempt to overthrow one of the other houses. Because Lolth hates everything not-drow, they lost the favor of Lolth. House Do'Urden took advantage of this and destroyed the House in 1297.

House Oblodra, as we all knew, allied with some illithids. Now mind you, this was seen as somewhat okay for about 2000 years, allowing some members of the house to develop psionic magic. Until some members of the members of the house got about the same idea that Gortash and Durge had: "Hey, if we use magic on the tadpoles and put them into people's brains, we can mind control them and take over the city." Which went about as well as it went for Gort and Durge, ending with the destruction of the House and Exile of all members in 1358DR. It should be noted that this is the one house, where Lolth took an active role in their distruction, sending demons to destroy them.

So, based on this information and the dialogue that was shared...

Again, I will disregard the entire "when I was young", because your guess is as good as mine to what Halsin considers "young". But the other information given there is more interesting: The fact that if you associated with the House, you might lose the favor of other drow/might actually get into trouble.

Because to me that tells me that the House in question was not destroyed in a rivalry. So we can disregard pretty much all of the Houses that were destroyed in a simple conflict with another House of the city without any further information given. It makes me assume that the House in question has lost the favor of Lolth, making them outcasts among the other Lolth-alligned drow.

That leaves the potential candidates of:

House Do'Urden

House DeVir

House Oblodra

With the vague possibility that it could also be Teken'duis. With them it is not quite clear whether they still have the favor of Lolth or not.

So, yeah. It could obviously also have been a not before named House in the city. But if it is among one of the Houses in question, it should be one of those three (or four).

Make of that what you want. One way or another, there is a chance that either Drizzt, Viconia, or Araj might have met him - even if they do not remember him necessarily. Given that to them he might have just been "another slave".

Bonus:

Since we know that he was with the House for 3 years, before he escaped in the chaos of the House being destroyed, we can also calculate Halsin's age at the time.

If he had been a prisoner of House Do'Urden, he would have been around 190 to 200 years at the time. Had he been a prisoner of House DeVir, he would have been between 150 and 160 years. And had he been a prisoner of House Oblodra, he would have been 210 to 220 years old. (Just rough estimates, as I do not assume he is exactly 350 years old.)

[babyzzz]

If you'd like to change anything feel free. So I've had this idea (nsfw) where Akaza leaves the reader for a while because he had to do some work for Muzan and the reader gets upset that he left without warning and takes her anger and sexual frustration out on him. She just teases him and ends up over stimulating him

n/a: hiiii, sorry for the late, I had a little difficulty in thinking of something for your request and I didn't want to give you something badly written. I really hope you like it! there isn't a properly written sex scene here, but I did my best to make it a… hot scene.

"Take your own medicine, darling ♡︎"

1,660 words warnings: afab!reader, (both) cum denial, both struggling from sexual frustation, knee rubbing cunt (?), heavy sexual tension, kind of strip tease, dirty language, cumming inside pants, reader is really fucked up for playing with the beast, pet names (darling, princess, my love...)

The slow way you moved your fingers to lift your shirt was almost agonizing. Watching you in silence, forbidden to even touch you – or himself – Akaza could already feel the grunts strangling in his throat every time the neglected cock inside his pants throb in anticipation just to see just one more inch of skin on your body being exposed to him.

He knew you were angry that he had left you thirsty and sexually frustrated for so many days. Although you understand that his position as an Upper Moon came even before his very existence, you wouldn't let him go without giving you an explanation – making you imagine horrible scenarios where he wouldn't come back to you, which went far beyond you being forced to satisfy yourself with your own fingers that weren't nimble and were infinitely inferior to his thick, big cock that fucked you so gloriously well –, and it’d leave him on the brink of despair too, just as you were.

You could smell the earth in your nose every time you breathed in hard, making your chest rise and fall, and the night breeze chilling you more and more as your curves were being revealed by removing the fabric that covered them. You’d even be ashamed to be undressing for Akaza in such an unpretentious and vulgar way, but seeing his eyes shining in delight and hunger for you, your hands simply moved on their own to force your blouse down, freeing your tits that It made you almost squirm and gasp at the discomfort in your nipples achingly stiff from the icy wind that beat mercilessly against them. Shit, why did that damn demon have to come back just on a night when the temperature wasn't favorable for a strip tease?

Akaza didn't really care about seeing you cringe, on the contrary, seeing you shivering and with your nipples so beautifully hard that way forcing you to rub one leg against the other was an extra to the particular show he was given. And he knew that you being so fragile like that, it wouldn't be long before you were looking for a warm snuggle in his arms and you'd soon be glued to him, making your beautiful breasts deliciously pressed against his chest as his arms grip you by the waist for you to rub your pretty cunt over his aching cock, causing the friction to rip out melodious sounds and so good to be heard, like a harmonious symphony.

“Please… Please… Fuck me hard, darling… I need you so much… I want your cock going deep inside me… Mnn… You're so big and you eat me so well that I don't get enough of it…”

The mischievous smile that outlined his lips made you wonder what was going on in his mind, but you didn't think too much about it, you just went back to undressing.

But your plans were thwarted by a strong gust of wind that made you gasp in the cold. Damned weather that didn't cooperate with your revenge!

Then, like it wasn’t a big deal, you slowly approached the rock on which Akaza was sitting and stopped in front of him. Standing, you could see him from above, his yellow eyes fixed dangerously on yours, while his hands were still clenched into fists so tightly it made you question whether teasing him like that was really a good idea. You knew the strength his hands possessed, and if he used them to squeeze you while slamming his cock deep into your pussy, you even feared having a broken bone by mistake. But you soon tried to push those thoughts away, he was always very careful with you, so you weren't in danger of getting hurt – with the exception of your sore cunt, because he wasn't very gentle when it came to eating it.

“Darling, tell me, why did you behave like a bad boy?” You ran your fingers gently over his face, not looking away from his eyes.

“I had a mission in another province, and you know, it took days both to get there and back,” he replied calmly, but his voice was tinged with the arousal he was feeling at having your warm, soft and fragrant body so close to him and so far from his touch. “Did you want me to fly there, princess?” His ironic question made you arch your brow and lean closer to him, getting right between his spread legs, making his face get dangerously close to your skin, and you could even feel his hot, short breath against it.

“Yes, I wanted to. If you had gone flying at full speed, I wouldn't have had to wait so long and I wouldn't have been forced to fuck myself with my awful fingers.” Even though your voice was haughty, there was still a subtle bratty tone in it, which he didn't miss.

"But now I'm here, I can fuck you properly, just the way you like, princess" And with a shake of his head, he pointed to the huge bulge in his pants.

You almost drooled and felt like falling to your knees and stuffing him whole in your mouth, until he was grazing your throat, but you controlled yourself and only took a few steps back, but to sit on his knees, keeping yourself away from the temptation that it was what he hid inside his pants.

He set his jaw in disapproval.

"But now I want you to taste your own medicine, my love," you said gently, spreading your legs wide so he could see that you wore nothing under your skirt.

The effect this had was instantaneous. His eyes darkened and fixed on your dripping entrance, which seemed to be crying out for his cock. You could feel all of his muscles twitching and his heavy breathing was more like the hisses of an untamed beast.

“This game you're playing is too dangerous to play, my fucking princess,” his tone came out through gritted teeth and you could see his fangs protruding from the sides of his lips.

You’d tremble with fear, but seeing him like that only made you move your hips over his knees. Without taking your eyes off his, you put a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself and fit your entrance right over his left knee and started rubbing there and the friction between the bone of that part of his body with your aching clit just got you moaning loudly and throwing your head back and roll even more, looking for more contact.

You needed to cum so badly that any friction on that sensitive part was a huge stimulus for you.

Akaza could feel your wetness seeping through the fabric of his pants, making his mind go blank. He was already about to come inside his pants by just seeing you teasing him to the point of making him overstimulated. You were his disgrace incarnated in a pretty face and a sinful body that would send him straight to hell, making the devil not even bother to look at the crimes he committed daily.

You could already feel your body shaking from the approaching orgasm and your sighs and moans already filled the void of the night and left Akaza even more on the edge. But before you came, you took one hand to the bulge in his pants and held his cock over the fabric, tightly, right over his cockhead and pressed it, preventing him from ejaculating too.

He growled loudly and you saw the moment when splinters of stone he was sitting on fell to the ground from the superhuman grip he imposed there with his bare hands.

“I don't want you to cum now,” you said, broken and shaky from the effects of your approaching release. “I want to see you suffer, my love. I want you completely insane for me…” you licked your lips and when you were almost there… you stood up at once, thus preventing your own orgasm.

You couldn't help yourself and ended up collapsing at his feet. Which, when he felt his cock released, ended up ejaculating in a grunt.

But it didn't matter. He felt the balls too heavy with his essence, and would have enough cum to fill every hole in your body to make you stop being a fucking tease.

When he recovered from his orgasm, he gently reached out to help you up. Even though you forbade him to touch you, you accepted it and couldn't help but let out a surprised moan when you felt him pulling you hard by the waist to put you sitting on his lap, right on top of his cock that was starting to grow back inside his pants.

“I said you couldn't touch me,” you protested.

"And I told you this game you were playing was too dangerous," he snapped, pulling your chin with his thumb and forefinger to look him right in the eye.

They glowed and you felt in danger, but even more horny than before. With the frustrated orgasm, your fire became flames that burned everything inside you and only made you want him inside you as quickly as possible.

“Akaza… please…”

"Please what?" He didn't let go of your chin, his lips were millimeters from yours, getting more aroused from hearing you calling him by his name.

“You can touch me now… Fuck me hard until I pass out from exhaustion…” you asked with trembling lips and with weak hands, you directed between your legs.

“Oh princess, you have no idea how fucked up you are right now.”

And he took your lips in an aggressive kiss and ripped off the rest of your clothes with force, throwing the pieces of it on the floor.

And you could only curl up like a helpless bunny when he laid you on the floor and came at you smoking like a beast.

[aspecpplarebeautiful]

I feel really bad right now. I am proud of being aro, I really am, but I've done things that really hurt my soul remembering.

Some time ago I though that I had a crush in my bff. I started "liking" her 4 years ago and told her 2 years ago. I insisted a on being together and starting dating and we finally did.

At that point, I should have felt really happy, I love this girl and she is the perfect girlfriend so, how could I not be happy? I thought that getting into a relationship was what I wanted, but I didn't seem to be satisfied.

I wanted to break up with her, but I was scared she would just dump me and I would loose my best friend. Months passed and she seemed to be ok in the relationship, but I wasn't. The relationship was very demanding. I was full of expectations and wasn't able to meet them. I felt like the worst partner ever.

Eventually, she told me that her feelings faded away and that she still loved me, but not the same way. We are now best friends, but I can't do other thing than feeling guilty.

I used her. I used my best friend. I was the one who insisted on un dating, and when we broke up, I felt relieved. I felt free. But I shouldn't have, right? She is the best person I know, anyone would be happy to date her, and when I did, it felt like a burden.

My best friend felt like a burden.

I hate to admit this, but I don't really know what to do. I never thought that I was going to get married or anything, but with her was different. I didn't mind thinking on us living together, but I don't think that it was in the romantic way everyone does.

I know that it's not my fault not feeling romantic attraction, but I should have known that I didn't want that and not use her.

Don't be too hard on yourself here, Anon. Relationships in general are complicated, and figuring yourself out is complicated, add them together and it's a lot to navigate. Most people though do go into relationships knowing it's going to be a bit of a risk, and things aren't always going to work out. You're not a bad person for going into a relationship in good faith, but realising once in it that it's not right for you.

In fact the only thing in here I think you could have done differently was end it when you realised, but that takes a lot of emotional maturity and it's OK if you weren't there yet or still had to work your way up to it. The fact she ended things first isn't a bad thing and probably says you were both more on the same wavelength than you realised.

On top of that, things did work out well eventually and nobody was hurt and your friendship was preserved. When looking at regrets, it really is important to also factor in outcomes too, sometimes we get lucky how things work out, that's not a bad thing.

Guilt can be hard to deal with and it's important we don't let it overwhelm us, because it's not a productive emotion. Instead it's better to focus on doing positive things and improving ourselves and the things around us. If the guilt is eating away at you, start asking yourself 'what are things I can do to improve myself or get to know and accept myself better?' Sometimes doing things like volunteer work or giving back in other ways can help fight negative emotions like that too.

All the best, Anon! Take care!

[anonnikulaphon]

Anon cradled Red's head, when the other rested it against him, his fingers delicately brushing through the strands of his hair in a soothing motion. He listened as Red thanked him, saying that he needed to hear that Anon wanted this, as if worried that Anon would be the one upset over a forced marriage. In reality, Red was the person in that position - but with his amnesia, Red didn't know that.

It was working in Anon's favour. At first, he wanted to marry Red for revenge - it would be a way to control the man, to have power over him, whilst simultaneously showing the world that the only person capable of taming the playboy was Anon. But now, with this sweet version of Red, Anon wasn't feeling satisfied with revenge. Instead, he would get the kind of union he wanted if Red didn't hate him; a sweet one, a happy one.

It was a chance to start fresh, and Anon was satisfied with that.

"P'Red," Anon chastised with a roll of his eyes when the other asked if their families would let them sleep in the same room together; though he was smiling too, because how could he not, when his fiancée had once again indicated just how much he desired him? Red had come onto Anon at the hospital too. They hadn't slept together, but the desire on both parts was there - Anon just couldn't believe that for once, he was the person being chased in this relationship. "Do you want to get us in trouble before the wedding? My grandfather will probably have a car waiting to take me home, I can't sleep here with you tonight..."

But I really want to, Anon thought.

He didn't believe Red's promise about not doing anything, not one bit - his fiancée's smile was playful and cheeky, and Anon couldn't help but to reach up and lightly squeeze the other's cheeks. But his fingers fell when Red once again reached up to nip at his bottom lip, while his hand slipped into Anon's shirt. Red spoke about going back to his studio, his words kissed into Anon's ear as his fingers mapped out Anon's chest and stomach. The young heir let out a light gasp as he felt Red's hand slide over his stomach, the muscles there going tight. When Red acted like this... it was hard to concentrate on much else. The words reached Anon slowly - Red going back to work, re-familiarising himself with his job and hobby, asking if Anon would keep him company-

Red's hand reached the hem of Anon's underwear, and Anon reached up to squeeze the man's bicep.

"Yes," Anon breathed, to both Red's question to join him at the studio and to his fiancée's actions.

If it weren't for the fact that someone started to call him from the previous room, Anon probably would have let Red continue to touch him.

"N'Anon! Nong, where are you? Grandfather will be leaving soon!"

"A-ah, P'Red," Anon swallowed, pulling back slowly. They couldn't do this here, on the couch in the Sangchareon's living room, with their family barely a few steps away. He was sure that already his cheeks were dusted pink, eyes shyly glancing over to the doorway to make sure nobody was there. "I-I have to go. But yes, Phi. I will join you at the studio."

Reluctantly, Anon stood up from the couch, a little shaky in his legs. Before leaving he bent down to give his fiancée another kiss, this one sweet and chaste. "I promise. I'll be there." He mumbled into Red's lips. "Come and see me off?" Anon smiled, reaching for Red's hands, knowing with certainty now that he didn't even need to ask. Wherever he went, Anon knew that this Red would follow him.

END

Anon melted into the kiss he shared with Red, the eager reciprocation from his fiancée filling him with happiness that bordered on giddiness. Tasting Red's lips for the first time - the day at the wedding venue - created a new kind of craving for Anon that he honestly thought he'd never get again, considering how Red had casually said that he'd be seeing other people after their marriage anyway. Now, they feel freely from Red's lips to Anon, he was drowning in a sea of his fiancée's kisses, finding that he never wanted to come up for air.

He had to, eventually though, and so did Red, the two breathing heavily after the kiss Anon had initiated. It wasn't ever enough, but Anon was looking forward to many more now that he knew just how much Red loved locking their lips together. Eventually they settled with Red bringing Anon's hands up to kiss them too, focussing on the ring he had just gifted him that promised their union.

Anon listened as the other recounted how it came into their family, ignoring the small voice in his head that tried to make him feel guilty for stealing away such a precious story with his deception of his and Red's truth. He had been doing well to push down those feelings, but his recent text messages with P'Boon - who hadn't contacted him since - stirred them to the surface. He wasn't going to question his actions, however. Anon knew why he was doing this, leaving Red in the dark about their relationship, so he was determined not to burden himself with the guilt that he was occasionally reminded of. Instead, he would just be smarter about how he worked Red's perception about him.

"Weird how I remember that, but not you."

For a moment, Anon worried that Red was going to start rethinking everything about their engagement, despite having made his intentions to marry him so clear to their families and to himself. The frown on his face was deep, as if he was once again trying - and failing - to remember anything about Anon pre-accident.

"Maybe the memory will come back," Anon assured him, reaching up to smooth the lines on his face. He hoped not, but Red didn't need to know that.

"Are you frustrated I can't remember you? Do you feel like I'm a different person?"

Anon paused his motions, his palm dragging down Red's face to instead rest in his lap. "I'm not frustrated with you," He said honestly, shaking his head lightly. "I know it's not your fault. It's... a little strange, being engaged to someone who doesn't know who I am - but you're still the same P'Red I know." At least, he was the same Red that Anon had constructed in his brain, all those years ago, when the sight of the other would set butterflies in his stomach. Back when they grew up together, even from afar, before he had built up the courage to confess his feelings. Before Red had shut him down.

Red then asked Anon if he truly wanted to marry him, or if he did this because of family obligations. At that, he tutted, shaking his head again. "P'Red, I'm not doing this for family," Anon explained, which was the truth. He had been the one to suggest the marriage to his grandfather, and had asked specifically for Red. While his reasons were now changing, because this Red was different, it had always been his choice. "You don't remember me, but you know now that our families have been close since childhood, right?" Nothing new, Anon had even talked about it interviews so the knowledge was public. "It was never an order from my family to marry you. Actually, after what happened with my dad and his first wife and the problems that caused him, my grandfather wouldn't have ever forced me to accept an arranged marriage. I chose you, and he was delighted for me. For us. And I still want to marry you, memory-loss and all."

[buckybarnesdiaries]

what a nightmare

bucky barnes x reader ⎢ masterlist.

request by @marvel-diaries: Hi wifey❤️ So I came across this image and I’ve been cry laughing for like 5 minutes😂So for 2K I wanted to request something kind of based on this image😂 You’re on your period and Bucky takes care of you for the day! Makes you feel comfortable and goes to the store for you to buy what you need. He ends up calling you on FaceTime because the whole pad/tampon section is just so confusing so he needs your help! At the end of the day you and him are cuddled up on the couch together eating your favorite snacks! Please and thank you❤️

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Once Bucky found you wrapped in your favorite cozy blanket lying on the sofa and with pouty lips, he knew that month your period hit you really hard. You could barely move without feeling cramps all around your lower belly, grunting and curling in a ball with your arms surrounding your abdomen. He left your house without saying a word about where he was going, just placing a soft kiss on your forehead and asking you to not move, to rest. Bucky drove to the closest store, decided to pamper you the whole day or until you felt better. That was the only thing he wanted, to make you smile again and make disappear any pain that you were suffering.

His first stop was the snack sections. Your boyfriend brought you all kinds of junk food —your favorite chocolate bars, chips, candies, peanut butter. Anything he had seen you eating other months, even two bottles of ice cream because one wasn't enough. Bucky bought you one of those stuffed animals with cherry pits inside to put it in the microwave and use it to alleviate the cramps. He took a raccoon. It didn't need an explanation why, it was pretty obvious. He toured the whole supermarket, adding some pizzas to the cart for dinner.

Everything was going okay. Your boyfriend was more than happy to help you and to contribute to your well-being. But that happiness fell into pieces when he reached the pad and tampons sections. “What the hell?” He thought confused like never in his life. If he believed that war was to go to Germany and fight the Nazis was because in his time there weren't too damn many kinds of pad and tampons. They were divided by size, fabrics, brands, smells, colors (...). He didn't know which one you used and he thought about asking somebody working there but each person was a world.

Much to his regret, fucking up the surprise, Bucky took his phone from a pocket and called you via facetime. His heart broke as soon as he saw you on his screen with teary eyes, sniffing in pain.

“Hey, sorry”. He mumbled honeyedly. “Listen, I, uh… came to the store and… what the… hell is all of this? I just wanted to buy you pads or tampons or whatever the hell you use and… honestly, this 's a nightmare”.

You couldn't help but laugh in tears, cleaning them with the back of your hand, just by imagining the situation by the look on his face. He was literally begging for help.

“They're called Tampax Pearl”. You chuckled.

“Yeah, okay… Lemme… Lemme… Just gimme a second”. Bucky was freaking out, touring with his gaze the whole damn hallway.

“They're the color of your eyes”.

“Doll, listen… I ain' playing games, I just wanna go home and never come back”.

Your laughter made you stir because of the lash of pain straight to your ovaries, curling up your legs to your chest.

“Blue and green”.

“My eyes aren't gre— To who the hell are you looking at, uh?”

“You should watch them under the sun, you punk…”

“Your passive-aggressive romanticism overwhel— OH, finally, goddammit”.

You watched the triumphant grimace appearing on his face while adding three packets to the card, trying to glance at what else he had bought with not much success.

“Okay, good… 'M gonna pay, run away and never come back to this place. See you in a minute, doll”.

“Buck”. You called his name when he was about to hang up, not being able to hold back another giggle when you saw his expression turning into pure horror, hoping you didn't ask him for anything else from there. “I love you…”

“I love you too. More than anything. 'M gonna take care of you today, 'kay? Don't you worry, your soldier's comen'”.

You lied down on the sofa after finishing dinner and Bucky cleaned the kitchen, to cuddle, lacing your legs and arms together under your blanket. You felt much better than that morning. You took a warm bath, your pills, a long nap, and filled your stomach with all the things he bought for you —yet having your hot raccoon under your shirt, well pressed to your abdomen. You felt better than in heaven, receiving tender kisses from your boyfriend to any part of your body he had access to, putting more effort and love whenever he could reach your lips from behind.

Bucky was swept off his feet for you, it was something undeniable. You were his anchor, keeping him afloat twenty-four seven. And taking care of you as part of his nature, always feeling that necessity, that urgency for making you feel happy, loved, satisfied in any kind of way. You were his whole life. So, when it came to you, anything was insufficient for him.

Turning around under his firm, warm and fond embrace, you brought your lips to his. It was an ephemeral touch that caused him to close his eyes and sigh completely in love, feeling his heart racing from one second to another under your palm rested on his chest. Your left made his way to the back of his head as soon as Bucky parted your mouth in such a slow-motion to slide his tongue, looking for yours, gently caressing it. Your boyfriend pressed you a little more closely, as if it was possible, letting you almost lie on top of him. There weren't any sexual intentions hidden behind that kiss, just wanting to show him how much you appreciate any effort he did for you.

Both of you ended up breathing through your nostrils, not wanting to pause your session of makeout in the gloomy of your living room. He lived for those long, long kisses, only worrying about tasting your saliva, biting your lips, and playing with your tongue. And, God, Bucky was an expert, causing you soft goosebumps whenever he caressed your back or arms so lovingly that melted your heart completely.

“Thank you”. You whispered as you could, stroking his weak spot beneath his ear with your thumb.

He couldn't help but purr delighted on your mouth, feeling a smile curving up to his lips as he got comfier under your weight after positioning you between his legs, using you as his favorite personal blanket.

“I love you, Buck… So much I can't explain”.

“Try it, darlin'. You have a whole life to bear me”.

“What a nightmare”. You giggled, placing a smooch on top of his nose.

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