#(p sure I got all of the OG asks and the rest are from this month)

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

Just any character? Ling Yao or Mei Chang. I don't know enough about your characters to really pick one so if the drawing ask is an oc specific thing then just whoever comes to mind for the song I guess.

Not OC specific! The song shuffle gave me was The Road by Faouzia

when you ask your girlfriend to come back to Amestris with you and she's already packed a steamer trunk

[raekensluver]

forbidden cravings

description: when taking a late night walk in the summer heat turns into an unforgettable night with your enemy theo raeken...you're not sure how to continue.

pairing: enemy!theo raeken x stilinski!werewolf!fem!reader

contains: 18+, Minors DNI, hate sex, mentions of theo's betrayal, unprotected sex, p in v, squirting, car sex

song rec: renegade by aaryan shah- "oh, should've listened to them. oh, don't you know what i am?"

w.c: 4.5k

an: i of course had to write a fic with my og man. my original theodore. everything started with him. also this has been sitting in my drafts for foreverrrr and i need it gone.

the moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets of beacon hills. a warm breeze whispered through the full branches of the trees, the heat sending an uncomfortable wave through your body. in the quiet, the distant hum of a car engine grew louder, interrupting the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath your boots.

the headlights of theo raeken's blue pickup truck pierced the darkness as it approached, the engine purring like a wild beast stalking its prey. theo, a werewolf-coyote chimera, had a history of betrayal and violence that had earned him a place on your enemy list. but tonight, the universe played a cruel trick, making you reconsider your preconceptions.

you watched him roll down the window, the coolness of the car's interior briefly escaping into the warm night air. "it's going to be hot tonight," he called out, his voice a stark contrast to the harshness of his reputation. "want a ride home?" you hesitated, stiles' warnings echoed in your mind, but something in theo's eyes—a glimmer of sincerity, perhaps—held you there.

"i don't trust you," you spat, your voice sharp . theo's smile was a sly curve in the shadows. "trust has to be earned," he replied, "but i'm just offering a refreshing, cool ride, not a knife in the back." you searched his gaze, looking for the usual deceit, but all you found was a hint of desperation. maybe he wasn't all bad. maybe.

"stiles would kill me," you said, your voice softer now, but the warning was clear. theo's eyes narrowed, and for a second, you saw a flash of anger. "stiles doesn't have to know," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "just this once, let's not let him dictate your choices." something in his words resonated with you, the desire for a moment of rebellion against the cautious world you've built around yourself.

you clenched your fists, weighing the risks and the crisp coolness of the truck against the scorching embrace of the night. "fine," you finally relented, sliding into the passenger seat. the door shut with a thud that echoed through the quiet. the shill from the vents washed over you, a stark contrast to the warming grip of the night outside. theo's smirk was victory in motion as he put the truck into gear and pulled away from the curb.

the silence between you was thick, filled with unspoken tension and the roar of the engine. the town lights grew distant, swallowed by the darkness of the surrounding woods. you studied theo's profile, the sharp line of his jaw and the way his eyes flickered to the rearview mirror. every muscle in your body was taut, ready to spring into action if needed.

his hand rested on the gearstick, tapping a rhythm that matched the pulse hammering in your ears. "so, how's scott?" he asked, his tone casual, but the mention of scott sent a spike of anger through you. "why do you care?" you shot back, the memory of his betrayal still fresh.

theo's eyes stayed on the road, his grip tightening slightly. "because i know i hurt him," he said, his voice heavy with a mix of regret and defiance. "i want to make amends, but i know i've got a long way to go." his honesty was disarming, and you felt your anger waver. "you've got more than a long way," you murmured, staring out the window at the passing trees.

the truck rumbled on, the tension in the vehicle was palpable. without looking at you, theo spoke again. "i've changed, you know." his words hung in the air like a challenge, a question wrapped in a declaration. you bit your lip, torn between the urge to believe him and the fear that he was playing another game.

finally, you turned to face him. "prove it," you said, your eyes searching his. theo's gaze met yours, and for a moment, you saw something raw and vulnerable in the depths of his pupils. without another word, he pulled the truck over into a clearing, the headlights cutting through the night to reveal a breathtaking view of beacon hills sprawled out beneath the moon.

he killed the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the thud of your heart. the cool leather of the seat sent a shiver down your spine as the coolness of the cabin faded. "how do you want me to prove it?" he asked, his voice low and rough. the question hung in the air, laden with a tension that was no longer just hostility.

you leaned back in your seat, arms crossed over your chest. "i don't know," you said, the words coming out more as a challenge than a genuine inquiry. theo turned to you, his eyes searching your face in the moonlight. "i want to help," he said, his voice earnest. "i want to be on the right side this time."

his hand reached out, hovering near your arm but not quite touching. you felt the electricity of his proximity, a reminder of the power he wielded. the air grew thick with a scent that was both enticing and dangerous—his wolf. your own wolf stirred, curious despite your wariness. "fine," you said, your voice tight with tension. "prove it."

you watched as he took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling in the dim light. then, without warning, he leaned in, his mouth brushing against yours. it was a gentle touch, a question rather than a demand. your instincts roared, a mix of desire and anger, but instead of pushing him away, you found yourself leaning into the kiss. it grew deeper, more urgent, until your hands were tangled in his hair and you could taste the desperation in his kiss.

theo's hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer, and you realized that the heat between you had nothing to do with the air pouring from the truck. your body responded in ways it never should have with an enemy, your heart racing as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. you bit back a gasp, your nails digging into his skin as the need for more grew unbearable.

without breaking the kiss, theo reached for the seatbelt, his movements deft and sure. the cool metal clicked open, and you were on him, straddling his lap, your thighs pressing against his, your hands roaming his body. his own were equally as hungry, sliding up your back, tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. the scent of your combined arousal filled the truck, the air thick with it.

but as your passion grew, so did the anger, a burning ember at the base of your spine. you pulled back, breathing heavily, your eyes flashing with the light of the moon. "you tried to kill him," you whispered, your voice a mix of pain and fury. "scott trusted you, and you stabbed him in the back."

theo's eyes searched yours, a hint of regret flickering in their depths. "i know," he murmured, his hands still on your hips. "i know what i did was unforgivable. but i'm not that person anymore."

you didn't answer, the anger still simmering beneath the surface. "scott trusted you," you said, your voice laced with venom. "he believed in you, and you betrayed him." your nails dug into his shoulders, drawing a hiss from his lips. "you didn't just hurt him," you continued, "you hurt all of us. stiles, malia, kira, everyone."

theo's eyes narrowed, his grip on your hips tightening. "you're not exactly innocent, either," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper. "you've killed, you've lied, you've done things you're not proud of." he leaned in, his breath hot against your neck. "we're not so different, you and i."

you flinched at his words, the truth of them stinging like the cold air outside. but you weren't about to let him off the hook. "i've never betrayed my pack," you snarled, your wolf's eyes flashing in the darkness. "i've never pretended to be someone's friend just to stab them in the back."

his eyes searched yours, the steel blues of his irises shimmering with a hint of something that might have been understanding. "maybe not," he said, his voice low. "but you've killed." his words were a challenge, a reminder of the beast that lurked within you both.

you felt your fangs elongate, the rage bubbling up inside you. "that's different," you snarled. "i've never done it out of spite." theo's eyes narrowed, his grip on your hips loosening slightly. "semantics," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "we're all just trying to survive in this messed up world."

you stared at him, the weight of his words settling in your chest. "maybe," you conceded, the anger in your voice fading. "but that doesn't mean we can't be better." you leaned in, your teeth grazing his neck, feeling the pulse of his veins beneath the skin. "prove it," you whispered again, your breath hot against his ear. theo's eyes flashed with something primal, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher.

"i'll prove it," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "just tell me what you want." the challenge in his tone sent a thrill through you. "i want you to show me," you breathed, your voice low and needy.

his hands slid further up, his thumbs brushing against the lacy fabric of your panties. you gasped as he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, the cold air making you shiver. theo didn't miss a beat, his mouth moving to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. you felt his fangs graze your neck, a promise of what was to come.

his hand slipped between your legs, his fingers exploring the warm, wet heat of your cunt. you bit your lip to keep from crying out, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through your body. he groaned, the sound sending vibrations through your chest. "you want this," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "you want me."

you didn't deny it. the truth was, you did. you wanted him in a way that went beyond logic, beyond the hate and anger that had fueled you for so long. you moaned softly, the sound a confession that felt like a betrayal to your pack. your eyes narrowed as they met his, a silent challenge. theo's hand moved faster, his thumb circling your clit, and you bucked against him, desperate for more.

his other hand slid up your torso, his fingers tracing the line of your bra before deftly unclipping it. your breasts spilled out, the cool, conditioned air making your nipples tighten into peaks. he took one in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and you moaned, your nails digging into his back. the pain was a sweet release, mixing with the pleasure until you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

his cock was hard against your thigh, and you could feel the throb of his desire matching the pulse of your own. your hands slid down his chest, his abs tightening under his shirt beneath your touch. your hand slid further, stroking him through his jeans. theo groaned, his hips bucking up to meet your hand.

you broke the kiss, panting. "we can't do this here," you murmured, your voice thick with lust. "someone could see." theo's eyes searched yours, the hunger in them unmistakable. "the backseat," he said, his voice a rough growl. "it's more private."

you nodded, the desire to feel him inside you overwhelming. you climbed off his lap and into the backseat, the cold leather sending a shiver down your spine. theo followed, his movements fluid and predatory. the dome light cast a soft glow over the cramped space, highlighting the stark lines of his face and the bulge in his jeans.

once there, he didn't waste any time. he yanked his shirt over his head, revealing the tapestry of scars that mapped his chest and abs. you took in the sight, a mix of anger and desire churning in your stomach. his eyes never left yours as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of the zipper echoing through the truck.

his hand found yours, guiding it to his cock. you felt the heat of him, the steel-like hardness that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. you stroked him through his boxers, feeling him throb in your grip. his eyes fell closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "you're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with need.

you leaned in, your mouth capturing his, your tongues dancing in a fierce battle of passion and anger. as you kissed, your hand worked faster, the friction driving him wild. his hips bucked up, his cock straining against the fabric. you could feel the tension in his body, the tight coil of desire that matched your own.

theo's hand slid down, his fingers finding your wetness again. you gasped into his mouth as he slid a finger inside you, his thumb circling your clit with a practiced touch. your hips moved in sync with his hand, the pleasure building, the anger fading into the background. he broke the kiss, his breath hot against your cheek. "tell me again that you want this," he whispered, his voice a desperate plea.

you bit back a retort, your breath coming in short, sharp pants. "i don't have to tell you anything," you said, your voice filled with snark. "you can feel it." theo's eyes searched yours, the hunger in them unmistakable. "but i want to hear it," he said, his voice a dark caress. "i want to know that you're not just letting me fuck you because you're mad at me."

you didn't respond, the anger and lust inside you fighting for dominance. but as his hand moved faster, his finger sliding in and out of you, you couldn't hold back. "yes," you moaned, the word torn from your throat. "yes, i want this." it was a declaration, a surrender, and a challenge all rolled into one.

theo's eyes flashed with triumph, his hand moving faster. you could feel yourself climbing, the pressure building. your nails dug into his back, leaving trails of red. "good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "now, let's make this interesting."

he pulled away, his hand leaving you feeling empty and desperate. you watched as he shucked his boxers, his cock springing free. it was thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. "now, spread your legs," he said, his smile predatory.

you couldn't help the snarl that curled your lips. "you think you can just fuck your way into my good graces?" you spat, your anger a living thing that thrummed through your veins. theo's eyes glinted with amusement. "i'm not looking for your good graces," he said, his voice low and seductive. "just your body."

his words were like a slap in the face, and you felt the anger bubble up again. "fine," you said, your voice filled with spite. "you want to fuck me like a whore in the back of your truck? go ahead." you leaned back, watching him with a challenge in your eyes. "but it won't change anything between us."

theo's expression darkened, the playfulness draining from his features. "you think you're so high and mighty," he murmured, his voice a dangerous growl. "but you're just as much a monster as I am." he leaned over you, his cock brushing against your thigh. "i'm not looking for forgiveness," he said, his voice a low snarl. "i'm looking for a way to show you that i'm not the same person who hurt scott."

you met his gaze, your eyes flashing with defiance. "then prove it," you whispered, your voice a challenge. "make me believe you're not the same asshole who tried to kill my friends." theo's eyes narrowed, his hand sliding up to your neck. "i will," he said, his voice a promise.

you leaned up, your teeth bared, and sank them into his shoulder. the taste of his skin was intoxicating, the coppery tang of his blood mixing with the scent of his arousal. he groaned, his grip on your neck tightening, his fingers digging into your flesh. "you're just as much of a monster as i am," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "you can't deny it."

you pulled back, licking the blood from your teeth. "i'm not a monster," you hissed, the denial a lie that even you didn't believe. your wolf was close to the surface, eager to claim what was yours. "but if you want to play this game," you continued, your voice a seductive purr, "i'll play."

theo's eyes flashed with excitement, you felt the head of his cock nudge against your entrance, and you couldn't help the whimper that escaped your throat.

his hand slammed into the seat beside you, the leather squeaking in protest. "you're going to scream my name," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "you're going to come so hard you'll forget you ever hated me." your anger flared, but it was quickly swallowed by the need that pulsed through you. "you wish," you murmured, your voice a challenge.

his cock slid into you, the sensation of fullness making you gasp. theo's eyes never left yours, watching for any sign of weakness. you clenched around him, your body fighting for control even as your orgasm built. "fuck you," you breathed, your voice tight with need. "you're not going to win this."

his thrusts grew harder, more demanding. "we'll see about that," he murmured, his teeth grazing your jaw. "you're already losing it." you bit back a moan, your nails digging into his back. "you think this means something?" you ground out, your hips moving to meet his. "i'm just using you."

theo's smile was pure arrogance. "keep telling yourself that," he said, his voice thick with pleasure. "but your body's telling a different story." his fingers found your clit, rubbing it with a merciless precision that had you gasping for breath. "you're going to come for me," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours. "you're going to scream my name."

you clenched your jaw, your eyes squeezed shut. the pressure inside you was unbearable, a maelstrom of pleasure and anger. "never," you gritted out, your voice strained. but your body had other plans. with each thrust, with each caress of his thumb, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. your nails dug into his back, drawing blood, but he didn't flinch. "you're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "you're going to come for me."

you could feel it, the wave building, the inevitable climax that washed over you despite your resistance. "fuck," you moaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and despair. your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body spasming around his cock. you screamed his name, the sound echoing through the clearing. your claws raked down his back, leaving a trail of crimson in their wake. theo's eyes went wild, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "yes," he hissed, his voice a mix of triumph and desire. "you're mine."

his cock twitched inside you, and you could feel his own orgasm approaching. "no," you panted, your voice a mix of anger and pleasure. "i'm no one's." but your words were lost in the moment, the truth of them buried beneath the passion that consumed you both. his teeth sank into your shoulder, the pain a sweet release that only served to intensify your pleasure.

theo's hand tightened around your neck once more as his hips slammed into yours, and you felt yourself go over the edge. your pussy spasmed around him, your juices flooding his cock as you squirted with the force of your climax. "theo," you screamed, the sound a mix of ecstasy and anger. your claws raked down his back, leaving deep furrows in his skin. he growled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours.

his thrusts grew erratic, his own orgasm close. you could feel the tension in his body, the desperation in his eyes as he chased his release. "that's it," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "let go for me." you clenched around him, your nails digging deeper, drawing more blood. the previous wounds you had inflicted on him were gone, healed by his supernatural powers. the pain was a sweet release, a reminder of the control you had in this moment.

his abs were slick with your juices, the muscles tensing and releasing with each powerful stroke. his cock was buried deep inside you, the heat of his seed mixing with the cold anger that still thrummed through your veins. "you're going to come for me," he growled, his teeth grazing your neck. "say it."

you bit your lip, your body already on the edge of your third climax. "no," you whispered, the word a desperate lie. theo's eyes narrowed, his hand sliding up to cup your breast. his thumb flicked over your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. "you can't lie to me," he murmured, his voice a dark challenge. "not when you're like this."

his teeth sank into your neck again, the pain mixing with the pleasure that was already threatening to overwhelm you. "no," you whimpered, your body arching into his touch. "i can't." but even as the words left your mouth, you felt the beginnings of the orgasm coil in your belly. "yes, you can," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr.

his thumb found your clit again, his touch relentless. you could feel the tension building, the pressure that had only just subsided starting to swell once more. his smile was feral, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. ""just let go." he said, his voice a dark whisper. his thumb circled your clit, his cock still buried deep inside you. your body was already responding, the muscles in your stomach tightening with the promise of another release. "i can't," you gasped, your voice weak with the effort of resisting. "i can't."

but your body had other plans. as his thumb worked its magic, you felt the tension coil within you once more. your hips moved of their own accord, riding the wave of pleasure that was building. "you're so close," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "just let it happen." you bit your lip, trying to hold back the inevitable, but it was no use. the sensation was too intense, too overwhelming.

you came again, your body shuddering with the force of it. theo's eyes never left yours, his smile one of victory. "you see?" he whispered, his voice a caress. "you want this as much as i do." your anger flared, but it was dulled by the aftermath of your climax. "it doesn't mean anything," you murmured, your voice weak. "it's just sex."

his eyes searched yours, the smugness fading. "is that all you think it is?" he asked, his voice low and serious. "just sex?" you didn't answer, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions inside you. "that's all it is," you said finally, your voice firm. "we're enemies."

his grip on your neck loosened, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "are we?" he murmured, his eyes searching yours. "after this?" you pushed him away, your chest heaving with the effort of maintaining your composure. "yes," you said, your voice a growl. "we are."

theo pulled out of you, his cock slick with your juices. the sight made you feel a mix of revulsion and desire that had you clenching your fists. "fine," he said, his voice tight with disappointment. "but remember this moment." he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "remember how good it felt to be with me."

you jerked away, your eyes flashing with anger. "i'll remember it," you spat, "as the night i fucked the enemy." theo's smile was cold, his eyes hard. "you can call it what you want," he said, "but i'll be thinking of it as the night i claimed you." he slammed the door behind him as he climbed out of the truck, leaving you to gather your scattered clothing.

you pulled on your underwear and skirt, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasms. the taste of his blood lingered on your tongue, a bitter reminder of the power he held over you. "this doesn't change anything," you murmured to the empty truck, your voice shaking with the effort of convincing yourself.

as you slammed the door shut behind you, the swealtering night air hit you like a slap in the face, jolting you back to reality. you stumbled away from the truck, your legs unsteady. the forest loomed around you, the trees whispering secrets that you didn't want to hear. your eyes searched the darkness, looking for anything that could distract you from the mess you'd just made.

theo leaned against the truck, his eyes on you. "going somewhere?" he asked, his voice mocking. you whirled around, your fists clenched. "don't," you warned, your voice low and dangerous. "just don't."

his smile was cold, his eyes assessing. "i'll see you around, then," he said, his tone light. with that, he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. the headlights flared to life, illuminating the clearing. you watched as he drove away, the red taillights fading into the darkness.

you turned and began the long walk home, the hot air doing little to cool the heat of anger and desire that still coursed through your veins. the moon was high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the forest floor. the trees whispered secrets that you didn't want to hear, the sounds of the night taunting you with every step.

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edited 8.19.24

[emerxshiu]

rat brainrot going hard

sorry for not posting this week, i was cooking some stuff but this drawing took almost the entire week to do, worst part, it was a shitpost

i still dont know why this took me so much

so uh, almost all my drawings this week have been related to this two(and lis) so much so that i struggled because i wanted to draw other things so i would just stare at a blank sheet of paper for over half an hour, god that was torture, tho i dont mind drawing the sillies, sometimes it gets a bit boring drawing the same over and over y'know? im also going to take this as an opportunity to ramble about my forgo gijinka, because surprisingly i hadnt done that yet.

og image

ok now to actually talk about the wet rat

ive tried doing a gijinka of em since i joined the fandom (my first gijinka was fecto elfilis (well not really they were fnaf, but i mean when i got into kirby and when i started using the term gijinka))

but most of the time it just looked like elfilin but like...evil, with a different ear and a hospital gown, thats it, so i barely drew them since i didnt like that, but on february, i actually sketched an idea that i liked, and thought it looked cute but a bit off (i mean off in a good way)

(yes im posting this image again because i think its the best drawing of my forgo (im very inconsistent with my style ok))

they have their eyes closed most of time, like in game, i considered giving them legs but i ended up with the tail, since i didnt want to end up with like a fourth evil elfilin, the arms are like that so i can have em be small and weird like in the actual game, but i also made it so they can like change it, that way i can make em have hands and stuff if necessary (like to hold that frying pan for example)

not sure if a lot of you notice it but um, bro has no neck, i took away his neck privileges, i did it just to see but i ended up falling in love with that and stuck around, and also that allows me to draw them bending their head like in the drawing above because their neck isnt necking and i like that, i like being able to draw characters doing stuff that shouldnt be anatomically possible or is abnormal (i did something a bit similar with void) thair clothes are rugged because well forgotten land you know what i mean, but in general theyre actually pretty simple

i also did the drawing in digital

i tried doing very sketchy lineart, i tried a new brush in this one and thats the one im using for my last drawings (not sure if anyone noticed the brush change) it was pain painting it because i did it all with the brush in the same size, not changing it, god did my hands hurt and it was a bad idea

i accidentaly downloaded the following 3 drawings twice lol

sleepy zzzz

i think they would wear something like this to sleep, i dunno i just wanted to draw em in something cute, and sleepy, with elfilin slippers (the mug also has elfilin btw) oh and also i like changing their hair, here one of their long bangs is tied into a bow, kinda like callie from splatoon, i have some drawing im probably wont post, one more of forgo wich looks very much like the upper one but like eyes closed, and one of fecto elfilis gyaru because my sister asked me to draw them like that, bad thing is i didnt look up references on gyaru since i couldnt use my phone at the moment, i did like the hair i did for them in that one tho, they have their bangs tied up in a bun, and then left the rest loose, making it look longer than it actually is. i might redraw it, but actually looking up gyaru so i can make something more accurate, i like the style, but im not too informed on it

elfilin being silly like a kitty :p

not much more to say on this, just sillines :3

there is totally not a cropped drawing there

based on the kirby manga, where they make it so elfilis sings really bad, at first i didnt like it that much since i had imagined they'd sign great, but after i while i started to find it a bit cute so now its a headcanon, they like to sing but suck at it.

writing this just made me remember i wanted to do another drawing too for this with kirby and them singing, but i forgot to do it, im kinda tired (and its late) ill probably draw it, but for next post or another one

tried drawing fecto forgo as a plushie, silly.

i wanna learn how to sew so i can make plushies of characters (like prince fluf!) but im way too lazy, i will get around it some day! (hopefully)

elfilin too as a plush

i also wanna learn to sculpt, i tried doing a clay kirby once, but one his feet broke in half, and one day my mom put it in a box, and his eyes fell off and stuck to the box :(

i really wanna do figures for characters i like or dont have enough merch or my ocs (prince fluff, flamberge, fecto elfilis)

but as i said, im way too lazy and unmotivated, though its be nice, one day, maybe one day if i stop procrastinating

it doesnt have the same ring to it as "feto rata mojada alien" wich is how my sister and i call them (she doesnt know that much about kirby, but i sometimes show her my drawings (reluctantly sometimes, but im the older so like >:) she has too if she wants to show me her stuff too))

silly rat and wet rat, thats how i call em (because wet rat alien fetus is too long sometimes)

you can tell the brainrot was too strong (were near done(kinda))

they gain a mouth whenever i fell like it very much

artblock hit, and all the rest of pages i stared at them for 30 minutes

it felt weird looking at my fecto elfilis with the eyes so big, it looked off (in a weird way)

dunno, tried drawing them in a different pose i i dunno really

i think these are from tuesday. i did more but those were oc (mostly splatoon) or other kirby character related, and i want this to be a rat post (might post those tommorow or another day maybe)

i dunno (x2), i tried drawing elfilin like elfilis, i really liked the hands here. i still struggle a bit with anatomy but i think this was quite good for my usual character just stading looking at the front or a quarter profile. im considering making this into a fully digital drawing, what do i say by considering im actually doing that fuck it, i just think it looks kinda cool

"This new creation, driven by pure chaos, was defeated by the bright light of Kirby's hope."

Chaos Elfilis reminds me of a moth. kirby's hope is a bright light.

you can see my thought process. i just thought itd be a bit cute and kinda silly and funny.

the kirby fandom wiki, said that chaos elfilis looked akin to a moth, and it just stuck with me, so i wanted my gijinka of them to be moth inspired, and thats when i saw just how cute moths are! i mean im still a bit scared of insects but at least now i kinda like em.

i feel like i need to say sorry to that one moth i desintegrated in a matter of seconds with a book because i thought it was an spider and didnt think (im so sorry little guy)

but ah yeah elfilis, moth, it made sense to me since chaos elfilis has the soul of morpho knight, who is a butterfly, and moths are kinda like butterflies too. and i thought itd be cute

so uh yeah i sometimes like making my chaos elfilis be a bit like a moth, that includes liking light, a lot, so uh kirby is like a lamp in here because i said so

now to talk about the desing since for some reason i hadnt earlier, as i said before, they are very moth inpired so uh im might say that word way too many times (im sorry i suck at explaining stuff)

their horns are thinner to resemble moth anntenae, and they curve just because i thought it look cool, and to differentiate it a bit from fecto elfilis. their bangs tie into a bun (i forgot to draw that but i dont wanna go and change it now, way too tiredv man and i still have to post this on other places) the bun looks a bit like an eye, because well, they are basically a soul boss, and moths have things in their wings that look like eyes, btw chaos elfilis doesnt have their wings here because i got lazy and i didnt want them to like cover most of the drawing. the things coming from their bun are like the trhee things theyve got in their head, theyre shaped like that to resemble insects legs a bit, fecto elfilis also had the 3 things (i dunno how to call em sorry) as their eyelashes, but chaos elfilis has just white eyelashes, because the bun already has the 3 things and because my morpho has white eyelashes so (i still havent done my morpho gijinka yet, i just know im gonna give the butterfly some white eyelashes cuz cute and pretty grimm reaper) the rest of the hair is shaped into like a ponytail but like, adn shaped, with whats left shaped like a lil moth

the waistband they have is a nod to morpho, they used to have a bow shaped just like the butterfly morpho appears as, but i took it out because i thought it crowded the design way too much, and also because it was too on the nose. the arms have those golden things because my fecto has it and because my og chaos elfilis gijinka had them so i wanted to bring it back, the hand fades into white because the red in the hand wasnt hard to distinguish so i came up with that to make it easier to see.

the red part of the pants are actually a bit fuzzy akin to a moth and the white part has those stripes to loke like insect stuff because y'know akin to a moth. the boots are like the red part in their legs their model in-game has, so i just made em tall boots, the high heels? originally it was platform just ike my fecto but then i wanted to draw them in high heels when i was slightly redoing chaos elfilis, and welp, i loved it and now theyve got high heels. those rings around the ankle are inspired by the ones leaongar has around their arm. also can you tell anatomy is not my strong suit? and that i dont draw high heels often?

i made a slight change in my kirby, making the sleeves be a different color, since the one he had before i felt was way too white, and i wanted to have more saturation in it

i also forgot but elfilin is supposed to wear that during forgotten land, and then i decided that after the anding of the main story he changes clothes, but i forgot about that while doing this so he has his pre-ending clothes (also because i still cant really decide on their second outfit for the post-game)

god im so tired i wanna talk and show more drawings but o shit im sweating why is it so hot in here

um thank you for reading all the unnecessary long rambles about why i do certain stuff in my gijinkas, i appreciate it a lot (im still sorry about writing walls upon walls of text but i just cant help it)

Jambuhbye! :D

[ivysangel]

wally’s death was the first character death that i ever experienced from a character that i LOVED. like i was crushed and i cried so hard my mom thought someone actually died so i understand your pain!! and when they did the kind of flashback thing in season 3 where dick was hallucinating about being robin with the team and wally was back while fighting on granny goodness’s ship??? the writers were SICK for that!!

also dinah mentioning the sanctuary part at the end of season 4 is supposed to be how wally comes back but i don’t see how cause in the comics he’s stuck in the speedforce but the writers say there is no speedforce?? which why not??

the time jump was the dumbest thing i’ve ever seen cause why??? we missed tula joining the team and then dying, we missed kaldur discovering who his real father is and going to the light’s side (even if it was just undercover), we missed dick becoming nightwing, and we missed ALL of jason. don’t get me wrong cause i love tim and i wanted to see him as robin too but jason is such an important part of tim and dick’s stories so what gives??

and the writers are especially sick for how they did wally and artemis!! cause why tease us with them for the whole season, finally give us spitfire in the last episode of season 1, then have their ENTIRE relationship off screen, and then they kill wally?? we really got no time with them!! like spitfire is arguably the best couple on the show even if the writers clearly do favor connor and m’gann. especially m’gann and i love her but why was dick barely in season 4???

i don't think i cried when wally died bc i'm p sure i spoiled it for myself but i was still GUTTED. me and one of my friends who also watched yj have talked about it so many times. she actually stopped after he died and said she wouldn't continue the show unless they brought him back. i think dc knows what young justice fans want i just don't think they gaf bc that have quite literally not implemented a single thing that fans have REALLY asked for. you'll say "we want wally back!!" and they'll be like "ohhh okay let's remind everyone that he's dead and literally nobodies truly recovered!!!"

also, once again, FUCK that five year time jump. the young justice writers' room utilized the FUCK out of time jumps like every season has at least one or two??? mid-season they'll be like "1 year later" WHAT??? but like i said, nothing is worse than that five year time jump between s1 and s2 because five years is such a long time, especially because the team were practically babies at the beginning. they had so much potential and then the show just jumped to them as adults and a whole new team.

i also fully hate that they introduced rocket in the second to last episode or smth and pretty much benched her as a superhero for the entire rest of the show, i do not understand that decision AT ALL.

and yes, the fourth season being advertised as a season about the og team only for it to be so heavily m'gann and conner centric was so…i did enjoy that we finally got some real zatanna screen time but ugh god i wish it was with the team. like i don't really know how to explain it or if this even makes sense, but even though the show is about a team i feel like we barely get to see the team do actual team stuff like they used to. it feels like a lot of solo plotlines that happen to be going on in the same show with coincidental correlation.

also i think it might've been season 4? maybe 3? but WAY TOO MANY CUTS TO VANDAL SAVAGE'S LIFE STORY. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK.

[haroldosaur]

Hey, so I'm re-reading Simpler Times and I just hit the spot where Bluestar finds out about Silverstream. I know it doesn't go this way, but I've got a brain worm over this. What if she was so angry with Tigerclaw that she demotes him over it, possibly even promoting Fireheart waaaayy earlier than he's supposed to be? How would the conflict play out with Fireheart as deputy and Tigerclaw disgraced, but still part of Thunderclan?

That's,,, a good question! Hmm.

To start, one thing that's important to clarify is that part of Fireheart's promotion to deputy in the OG series is that Bluestar p. much has a mental breakdown and decides that he, specifically, is the only person she trusts. (At least, that's how I read it xD). So my presumption would be that something similar is happening here. If you look at it logically, there's no reason for Fireheart to be made deputy over all the other older and more experienced cats in the clan (coughWHITESTORM?cough) so if it's happening, Bluestar's gotta be Going Through It.

With that established, how would the conflict play out with Fireheart as deputy and a disgraced Tigerclaw being part of ThunderClan? Hoo boy.

I think Tigerclaw would be absolutely, intolerably furious about Fireheart getting his job. Like, he'd personally hate that more than just being exiled. He's gotta take orders from this guy every day now!! Meanwhile Fireheart is p. much treading water and stressing over Tigerclaw, similarly to canon, only it's more anxiety-inducing because the rest of the Clan STILL doesn't really see Tigerclaw for the monster that he actually is; they just thing he's overzealous n got demoted because he made a whoopsie. It probably leads into some kind of thought question: do you prefer having your greatest enemy out of sight but away from you, or constantly in your living space all the time?

Saving grace here would deffo be Squirrelpaw and Brambleclaw IMO. Brambleclaw would be able to keep being nervous but determined to deal with his father, and Squirrelpaw would 100% be mocking Tigerclaw to hell and back for losing the deputy-ship because of his own impulsive idiocy. Oh my god, she would see it as a golden piss-taking opportunity. I need to stop imagining how funny she'd find i before I start writing out her dialogue. :P

I think... hmm. My first reflex is that the conflict would go better for our heroes, because Tigerclaw has lost his power in ThunderClan but doesn't have the freedom to slink around and make alliances that comes with being an exile. That said, with Tigerclaw still in ThunderClan, he could probably talk to a lot of cats individually and bend their ears into supporting him and his attempt to return to the deputy-ship (and possibly more?) To that end it'd probably become a Fireheart vs. Tigerclaw PR battle for a while, and then eventually something would give and there'd be a physical fight and then things would play out a little bit more like canon.

I'm sure there's some details I've missed, but that's all I'm thinking of off the top of my head. :D Thank you so much for the ask!!!

[pvtjxker]

"Your idiot" (pvt. Joker)

(His smile will be the DEATH of me)

Helloo! It's me, Elwood! Once again, I wrote another fanfiction! But I tried to make some experiments, this time and...I wrote my official #1 Smut! It's nothing particularly great, but I wanted to see what would have been your reaction!

This is an OG!Character x Fem!Reader, this time, I hope you won't mind!

Of course, this type of content is VERY explicit, so if you don't want to read it or if you are unconfortable with the genre, don't read this.

Also english is shitty as always lol.

Hope you'll like it! <3

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"Ah...please...d-don't-Ah!"

You go faster. You want to hear him so desperately.

"P-please...slow do-AH!"

Thinking about how you got to this situation... if you'd been told earlier, you wouldn't have believed it.

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"Oh, shut up, Joker!"

"But you literally can't play! I'm helping you!"

You were playing pileup with the rest of the platoon.

You never played pileup in your whole life and Joker was trying to help you learning, but he was being the same know-it-all boy, annoying and full of himself.

But he also had flaws.

He added, annoyed:"Let's repeat the rules: when you see one of your opponents with a card of the same rank as one you have in your deck as the top card of their rest deck-"

"JOKER, I KNOW!"

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU DO IT!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!"

"Sorry, Cowboy." You said.

"Sorry."

"God, you guys fight like an old married couple..."

"Me?" Replied Joker, in shock, "marry her? I have standards, Cowboy, which is a thing I'm not entirely sure she's ever heard of"

You slapped him, eliciting a murmur of shock from other players and platoon mates.

"You're a bitch, Joker!" You said, laughing, and started playing again.

You would have made him pay later.

After the match, you ended up losing two dollars.

Shit.

You got out of the pagoda, looking for Joker.

He was leaning against a wall, smoking.

"Joker."

He turned around.

"Oh, hey"

He smiled.

"So..." You leand on the same wall, very close to him.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Wanna hit?"

"Thanks" you picked the cigarette and took a hit.

"What were you sayin?"

"Yeah, right...so...you have "standards", uh?"

He suddenly looked very nervous.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about-"

You took his chin, forcing him to look at you.

"Don't play smart with me, Joker: it's a role that doesn't suit you."

"I-I..."

His face lit up in several shades of red, while frenetically looking around, like if he was trying to ask some help from the palms and the bushes around you.

"Oh, come on, Joker...you know you can tell me everything, right?"

"O-of course, of course I know!"

"So do you mind telling me the reason why you said that in front of them?"

He stayed silent.

He knew he fucked up.

He was terrified.

What a nice view.

"Well, since you don't want to tell me, I'll venture a guess: you wanted to look "tough" in front of them, by making me look like "the stupid woman you are the owner of", is that correct?"

He answered quickly, stumbling over his speech:"No! I-I didn't-"

You moved your hand from his chin to his neck, tightening the grip.

"Oh, you didn't?"

He couldn't answer, but he tried anyway, obtaining however the mere result of emitting pathetic choked noises, like a wounded and frightened animal.

You looked at him straight in the eyes, smiling.

Then you added, in an annoyed tone:"Let's repeat the rules again, shall we?", Mimicking his previous tone of voice.

He didn't answer, just looking at you.

"You are a sergeant as well, but I am your liutenant, so I am your superior. You obey to me, and me only. And what is the first unspoken rule of army?"

"Don't talk shit about you superiors when they're around..."

"And why?"

"B-because then we'd be fucked up?"

"Exactly, good boy."

He smiled at the praise.

"So what do you think it's going to happen, now?"

"I-I don't know..."

"It happens that you will make it up to me."

He was on his knees now, in front of you, clinging on your pants and shirt like if his life depended from it.

"How? Tell me how! I-I'll do anything! I will, I swear!"

You took his chin once again, way more gently, now.

"Don't worry about that...I'll find a way."

He smiled just like drug addicts do when they're high, or just like he does when he's on morphine.

Or like he does in general.

So pathetic, yet so addicting

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He opened the door, stepping in the room you occupied for the "special occasion", in an old farmhouse now used as a motel for prostitutes.

You were waiting for him laying on the bed, reading a magazine that someone forgot behind. It was an old Playboy.

"Oh, hey, there. You finally came. You took ages!"

He stared at you: he looked kind of mad.

"Of all the places on earth, the best place to be was a scraggy motel on the outskirts of Phu Bai? Not even in the worst bars in Caracas there're all these racketeers...", Joker complained. You looked at him, annoyed.

"Jesus Christ, Joker, you're so whiny. This is the best we can afford in a country at war. And in war and in famine every hole is a tunnel, an old saying used to say."

He looked to the ground in front of him.

"Sorry, ma'am."

"Close the door."

He closed the door behind him.

You stood up, walking towards him.

He bent down a bit, since he was a lot taller than you and he placed his hands on your hips as he kissed you, lazily.

He then looked at you, smiling.

"So...what's the plan?" He asked, with a small tone of impatience in his voice.

He couldn't wait.

You took him by the hand and dragged him towards the bed. He sat down, without even being told.

"It looks like you already know your place, here."

"It looks like it, yeah."

He grinned, pulling you towards him and hugging your thighs.

You ran your hand through his soft hair. They were a bit longer than the last time. He let'em grow, because he knew that if it was longer, it would have been easier for you to pull it. He loved it when you pulled his hair.

Such a whore.

He was looking at you with the biggest, enamoured eyes you've ever seen.

You bent down and kissed him again, cupping his face in your hands. When he felt your tongue on his, he let out a small whimper, making you shiver all the way down your spine.

"Ow, come on...we haven't even started and you are already so needy..."

"I-I'm sorry..."

"Nono...keep it up."

He whimpered again.

You made him sit better on the bed, back to the wall, and helped him undressing, leaving him only in his underwear.

You started to stroke his chest, lightly, and he left out a moan, arching his back a bit.

"Aww...so cute..."

He whimpered again, breathing hot and heavy. His skin felt like fire, at your touch.

So addicting.

He started to stroke himself on you, but you moved a bit back from his crotch, so that he couldn't actually create enough friction. You felt he was hard. Maybe it even hurt him, from how hard he was. But you wanted to tease him. Your favorite thing to do with him.

"A-ah...w-why did you move...?" He whined.

"Because I wanted to." You answered, coldly.

He swallowed.

You leaned down and kissed him again, giving a lot of small pecks on his lips. He whined at every touch. Every. Single. Touch.

It wasn't new that he was completely touch starved, but God. All that desperation was new for you even.

You slipped your hands all the way down to his underwear, taking it off.

He slightly hisses, when his full length was released from his boxers.

"A-ah..."

"Shut up."

You started to stroke it, from the very bottom to the tip, following the shaft.

A soft moan escaped from his throat.

"Please...s-stop t-teasing...a-ah!"

"I told you to shut. Up."

He shut up, only noises coming out of his mouth.

You kept on teasing him.

You liked it, mainly because it was the easiest way to drive him crazy.

When you finished teasing him, he was almost braindead, a desperate mess of moans and whimpers.

"So? You want me to go on?" You asked, teasingly.

He nods, desperately.

His glasses were fogged up, his eyes were barely visible. And he could barely see. But he didn't care.

Such a beautiful view.

You took off your shirt and he immediately put his hands on your breasts, gently squeezing them and kissing the fabric of your bra.

"C-can I take it off?"

"Of course..."

He took your bra off and started kissing your naked breasts, desperately, sucking and biting wherever he could.

You put a hand on his scalp, gently.

"Fuck..."

"A-am I doing good?"

"You're doing amazing..."

You took all the rest of your clothing off.

As soon as he saw you naked, he became even more desperate and needy.

"Can I...c-can I taste you, ma'am?"

"What do you mean?"

He looked at you: he was so desperate he sounded mad. In fact, his answer was very blunt. Maybe because he was very needy and he wanted you to stop playing with him.

"Can you sit on my face?"

You smiled, maliciously.

"That's better. Lie down..."

Within two seconds he was lying down on the matress, waiting for you, with a huge smile on his face.

You sat astride on his face, and he was almost drooling at the sight of your throbbing hole.

You rested your legs around his head as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to his mouth, starting to lick and suck desperately on your cunt, like if his life was depending on it.

His licks were so immaculate you risked to cum there on the spot at the first two licks.

You took his hair in your hands and started to pull it, lightly, making him release a soft, guttural moan, which stimulated you even more, making you moan louder.

You started to get closer to your climax, after a few minutes, and you started move your hips back and forward, in order to stimulate more.

But that don't turn around for long, because he firmly out his hands on yout hips, not allowing any sort of movement.

He went faster, and your vision was gettinf blurry.

"I-I'm...sso close...*fuck*...ah...k-keep tha-AH!...that u-uup..."

"Uhu..."

He kept the pace, and in a matter of seconds you finally arrived at the climax, screaming his name out of your lungs.

You almost fell on the matress.

"Holy shit..."

"I did good, did I?"

Always the same, old Joker.

"You cocky bastard..."

He laughed, softly.

As soon as you managed to regain the use of your legs, still a little shaky from the orgasm, you managed to get off the bed on his side.

"Sit."

He sat.

So obedient.

You spread his legs and started to kiss his length, from the tip to the very bottom.

He was so hard that he was risking to cum at every touch.

His legs were shaking a bit too, for the exitement.

You licked then from the bottom to the tip again and you started to suck it, gently, just to tease him a bit.

You looked at him, and as soon as you did, he went out of his mind, letting a deep, animalistic moan escape from his throat.

You slowly bobbed your head on his dick, making it go deeper and deeper down your throat each time.

He took you hair in his hand, as an instinct, and threw his head back, letting out big, shameless open-mouthed moans and whimpers.

He just needed it.

He just needed you.

You went faster, and he was slowly going insane, and you managed to slide it deep down your throat.

"Ah...please...d-don't-Ah!"

You go faster. You want to hear him so desperately.

"P-please...slow do-AH!"

He didn't want to choke you, he was afraid he could hurt you, but that's exactly what you wanted.

It was only matter of time before he came down your throat, with the most sinful, toes-curling moan you've ever heard.

For a moment you thought this man was born to be a slut for you.

For you only.

The mere thought of that was enought to make you horny again, but you were too tired.

And he was too.

You couldn't "actually" fuck, you know.

Merely because that would have meant a baby and you could not afford such a thing in the middle of a war.

Expecially if you were two fighters of this war.

You came back up on your feet and you lied down on the bed, next to him.

You know he wanted more, but he just phisically couldn't.

It wasn't much for the phisical effort, but more for the exitement of all of it.

You turned on a cigarette and started smoking, staring at the ceiling.

"This was some serious five-stars fuck..."

"Are your standards that low?"

"For happening in the middle of a country at war, I'd say my standards are already too high."

"So I did good?"

"Awsome."

"Cool."

He stayed silent for a while.

"If this is the price to pay for making you mad, then I should piss you off more often."

"Don't you fucking dare."

He laughed.

What an idiot.

But he was your idiot.

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[solradguy]

Hello! I’ve been archiving stuff for a fandom I’m in (RWBY for context) and posting it to a side blog for fun. Really, I’m just compiling stuff I don’t see anyone sharing. I don’t want to misidentify what I’m doing!

I was wondering if you had ever posted anything about how you upscale images? You’re quite good at it, so I was wondering if you had shared any advice. When I upscale, the quality goes way down!

I don’t want you to think I’m using you instead of google! I’ve looked up guides on this, but I’m still struggling a bit. I’ve tried working with “vectors” on the advice of a friend.

Of course, I’m not really sure if this is the polite way to go about this. Maybe it’s a super secret and this is a severe faux pax! Please disregard this if it is! You feel a bit like an upperclassman in archiving (a senpai, if you prefer) and we’ve interacted several times.

Not top secret at all!! It's just kind of... esoteric lol... Been too lazy to explain it. But since you asked... ;P

I use Real ESRGAN for the main upscaling part of the process: https://github.com/xinntao/Real-ESRGAN/

It comes with instructions but basically you plop your image into the same folder as the .EXE and then run this in the terminal:

./realesrgan-ncnn-vulkan.exe -i input.jpg -o output.png

Replace input.jpg with the full filename of the file you're upscaling and then change output.png to what you want the upscaled file to be named. I usually just make it like [OG filename]BIG.png haha

Waifu2x works alright-ish too, if ESRGAN doesn't work on your machine for whatever reason: https://waifu2x.udp.jp/index.html

Once I've got the upscaled file, I do the rest in Clip Studio Paint EX 2.0. CSP's image resizer's not very good, so I don't rely on it. But the Smart Smoothing and general image adjustment tools are useful. Sometimes I'll do some light cleanup in CSP before upscaling the file too, like removing dust with the Clone Stamp or light redrawing of fuzzy parts, etc. Most art/image editing tools will have what you need. I don't get to use Smart Smoothing for archival stuff often enough to say it's absolutely worth buying CSP for.

ESRGAN is a very powerful tool, but it does lose almost all of the image's original texture when it upscales. Things like analog art or anything with rough or grainy textures will get smoothed, but already smooth digital art upscales beautifully. The best workaround I've found for restoring texture is to take the original image, resize it in CSP to the scale of the upscaled image, and then paste the OG image over it, adjust the opacity, and then use the Sharpen filter to fix it from there.

So if the original image is 400x800px and the upscaled image is 8000x16000px, you'll use the CSP resizer to enlarge the OG image to 8000x16000px and use that as the overlay to restore some of the texture. It's not perfect, but it looks better than leaving it entirely smooth. Each image is different, you'll get pretty good at figuring out what texture to use and which to erase. I've found making a greyscale static texture, setting its layer to Overlay mode, and adjusting that helps a little too. I'll put the texture I use under a readmore below.

If the image is too small, not even ESRGAN can help... It's also not too good at text if there's a lot of .JPG noise in the way. If there's text, there's a good chance you'll have to manually redraw it or font-match it and completely redo it.

Good luck!! Hope this helps. Thank you for the compliments, too!!

Sometimes Gaussian Blur-ing this very, very, slightly works with the image better but most of the time I find that leaving it crisp looks the best. Editor's discretion.

[kamekaswoosh]

(Present) Bulma x (Future) Trunks is so fun in practice because it is quite the rollercoaster, going through several stages.

Bulma is usually someone who is very sassy and trades a lot of barbs with the one she's involved with, and of course. But Trunks is generally soft spoken and polite, and respects Future Bulma too much that the minute he sees her younger self, that respect bleeds through. Which from OG DB to the Cell Saga, is technically not something Bulma is used to. She's valued by all her friends for her contributions and is key to the success of the gang, but nobody as of yet clicks with her intellectually. Pilaf would, but he's her enemy at the time. Future Trunks may not be a scientist and researcher, but he would have a natural fondness for all the things he grew up with thanks to Future Bulma in a scarce, desolate time. (With Present Trunks taking much more after Vegeta, and the peacetime nature of the Buu Arc coupled by Capsule Corps wealth leading to an upbringing where P!Trunks was more freely spoiled. P!Trunks just does not appear to have much of an interest at all for technology.)

So inventor or no, F!Trunks would still be able to keep pace with Bulma here. In fact, all those old inventions that would have stopped seeing use, now faded and weathered, could have been the very things he grew up where there was no one but himself, his mother, and Gohan. And that interest piques Bulma's interest. Someone out there interested in everything she's passionate about? Cue the scientist curling her hand while purring and going "Tell me more~" And before Trunks knows it, he has cemented a place for himself in a genius's heart. And he probably doesn't even get it until it hits him on the head with a brick. (And you know Bulma finds that hot). Sure, Bulma's immediate interest is caught because of her physical attraction, and then seeing the rest of this sweet, anxious goofball is like catnip to Bulma.

And of course, the internal screaming of F!Trunks becomes external screaming. But it's also really hard to ignore the hotter-than-fire genius in the room trying to sneak him away.

Now, Trunks actually has a bit of a sassy edge. Gee, I wonder who gave him that? The child of the Prince of all Saiyans and the world's smartest inventor acting similar to the both of them when push comes to shove? F!Trunks is so much more restrained than P!Trunks, but given enough time or a situation that warrants it, it starts to grow on him. Cue it becoming the means by which Trunks copes with the exasperation and genuine confusion of, you know, the elephant in the room. ...And also the attraction that has either been there for a while or is growing rapidly now that Trunks sees the younger, charming inventor at her A-game. And while that sass and snark is there, it lacks the malice it would otherwise have because Trunks is already a big softie when it comes to her. Bulma would liken it to a kitten trying to bite her. And past that, once people start to ask the serious questions, it's obvious to everyone that Trunks has been hiding feelings, and Bulma hasn't been hiding it at all, she's trying to snatch the heroic, broody prince she's been looking for the entire time. (But not the original one she got.)

Now, I'm almost done with writing the Red Ribbon Saga of this fic, so we'll have to wait and see what things will be like going beyond. I've got thoughts about the Briefs during the Saiyan Saga and beyond, but I'll let them simmer for now.

[ziracona]

re: the evan discussion and specifically how you mentioned how good and chill the fandom writes him; its so infuriating to watch people woobify the murderous capitalist and see the sympathetic (of course, as you said, POC and women) characters paid dust or straight up turned evil, and its so good to see someone finally speak on it. though, i do remember before the archives (like 2016-17 DBD), his backstory was retconned like 3 times. maybe thats the reason for the discrepancy in how hes seen?

Yeah, I really feel you anon. I’m glad you were able to find some commiseration with me. It’s like, I still would still hate it on principle, but it wouldn’t be so grating to me if just either like everyone got the same treatment, or it was less wide spread, but it is so tiring and not fun to see the rich white estate owner sadistic serial killer get woobified or a weird blanket pass very constantly while at the same time like, actually never did a thing wrong Lisa Sherwood is sitting covered in cobwebs in the corner full of pre-existing potential no one is making bank on. 

According to a buddy of mine, it’s largely due to a fic that got popular that wrote him that way? But I know little of the old Trapper retcons so that could be a thing too. I’m like, a medium-old dbd fan, lol, I wasn’t here since the beginning, but I’ve been here a while now. Retcons and off the cuff comments made by disagreeing devs have def been behind wildly different takes before, although some heckn weird stuff like Entity Ace just seems to come out of the pitch black ether itself. (Also leave my boy Ace alone TuT he never did a thing wrong. Well. P much lol.) Sometimes huge things really can start with like, one joke a person tells, so who even knows with a lot of fan stuff. 

There are a lot of things like this that do grate on me though. Like for real, I know I’ve said this before, but uh, not super chill that when the OG fandom decided to arbitrarily assign an OG killer to ship with an OG survivor, Claudette Morel got the deformed & feral one? (& Jake just got no one back then. Didn’t even get Sally, when she was added 4th. We can all do that character math ourselves pretty easy I think, and it’s. Yeah.) To this day, it’s still one of the biggest and only ships for her that get any attention, despite her being an OG and a wildly popular character. Nothing against Max, I like him and am very sympathetic to his backstory and actually would enjoy writing him more, but that’s still not super chill. (Also poor heckn Max. He gets so infantilized in portrayals often, as if his disabilities give him the mind of a child? which is still one of the biggest stereotypes for disabled people in media. : / ).  And like, my good boy Joey has so much potential as a character, but appears in anything like maybe 1/20th as much as Frank (I like Frank, just where’s the justice in those #s?), and tho he’s chiller/nicer & like 2 or more years younger than Frank in canon, when he does get time, tends to get treated as more aggressive by far than his OG portrayal, while Frank often is jokey/light or woobified or twinkified. Joey also usually gets drawn super jacked and taller/bigger than his model, when he’s pretty close to the exact same size Frank is, and uh, neither of those trait interpretations alone but especially both together are not super chill. 

Side note to end on bc this makes it sound like all I do is stare at the parts of this fandom that annoy me, I get fired up, but I wouldn’t be here if that was true. There’s so much amazing stuff here too. And like, man, I really love and appreciate it when I see artists and writers and fans portraying or even just having a great/passionate time talking about the characters, who aren’t like that. Which does happen. A lot. With maybe not as many people, but I’ve been lucky enough to find some super cool ones on here and in other places. It’s such a breath of fresh air and always makes me feel really good after. : ) (Also like shoutout to people who loved Julie pre-archives-spotlight? Bc she mostly was totally ignored, and I was always so happy when I saw somone who was like “This is not fair” and loved her so she wasn’t forgotten.) I’ve seen some really great work and follow some amazing dbd blogs I have and will keep on appreciating so much. If you’re reading this, whenever amount later doesn’t matter, and you make dbd stuff--not just like artistic content but including just gushy posts about characters you like and have fun going off about thoughts and feelings too--for one of the more forgotten female/disabled/poc list, I appreciate you. They deserve it. You’re doin’ the lord’s work. It’s a very happy thing to see. <3

[writer-kermit]

"I'm hungry too..."

ʚ No. 13,16,17 ɞ

❥ PAIRING: DAICHI SAWAMURA x FEM!READER

❥ GENRE: FLUFF & SMUT

❥ REQUESTED OR SELF MADE: SELF MADE

❥ WORD COUNT: 774

❧ ~ SUMMARY: You and Daichi are new parents, after breastfeeding your baby to soothe them, Daichi got hungry too. If you know you know. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: This is not my OG idea! I was inspired! Click the link above if you would like to request 3 in one smut prompts! If you want commissions, DM me or visit my Ko-Fi. Thanks for the support! ᰔ

ෆ WARNING: NSFW, Sensual biting, Teasing, Oral (You receiving), Nipple Play, Lactation Kink, Breeding Kink, Breastfeeding, Mommy Kink, MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY.

You heard the faint noises of your newborn child crying. Your husband– Daichi Sawamura let out a small grumble as the bed creaked from him standing up.

“It’s okay.” You sighed. Tugging at his arm. “I’ll see what’s wrong. [....] must be hungry.” :”Are you sure?” Daichi asked you, “I mean, it is my turn to take care of them.” “It’s fine dear, I’ll go.” You got out of bed and covered yourself with your robe. You quietly opened the door and left your husband in the master bedroom.

You went inside the nursery room, and saw your fussy baby unswaddled themself. You gently picked them up by your arms and hushed them to calm down. You sat down on the rocking chair right next to the crib. You then opened part of your robe, revealing your breast. You guided the baby to your nipple and watched as the baby fed on you.

You heard the door click open, and you saw Daichi in front of the entrance. Your lips curved into a sweet smile. “I hope I didn’t worry you Daichi. The baby is okay now.” The baby removed themself from you and a quiet belch erupted. You looked up at Daichi again.

“Wanna tuck [....] in?” You asked him. He smiled and cradled his new baby. He parted the little hair that they had and kissed them gently on their forehead. He placed the sleeping infant back on the crib and watched him quietly as they snored.

“They’re gonna do amazing things one day.” You said, holding Daichi’s arm. He smiled at you and kissed your cheek. You felt his arms snake around your waist, which gives you an unusual feeling for a time this late. “What are you doing?” You whispered, your hand now at his chest. “Sorry…” Daichi purred, his chin nuzzling at your neck. “I’m just getting a bit hungry.” You were at a loss for words, but then you let out a lighthearted chuckle. “Let’s go to bed shall we?”

Ironically you both didn’t go to bed. Well you did, but not for sleeping,

Daichi pinned you down on the bed and kissed you roughly. You felt his tongue slide inside of your mouth as his grabby hands began to touch you all over. His lips traveled down to your jaw, nibbling at your skin. “Mnn.. You’re such a needy boy aren't ya?’ You giggled. “I’m sorry mama..” Daichi replied. “Your baby boy just got a little needy.” He licked the bite mark just beneath your neck, causing you to hitch sharply at your breath.

You felt his hands underneath your robe, groping at your breast. His tongue lapped around your nipples, occasionally sucking on them when he felt ‘hungry’. He gently bit at your poor nubs, making you arch your back. Daichi gripped at your bare waist as his lips came closer to your soaked cunt. His head leveled between your underwear. His eyes fluttered up at you with innocence.

“May I honey?” Daichi asked you. “Yes.. P-please.” you whimpered. Without hesitation, he removed your underwear. He licked your entrance teasingly before placing his mouth inside of you. He sucked and kitten licked your clit, making you squirm and moan loudly. Your moans filled Daichi with serotonin and motivated him to continue. “Fuck..”

He groaned, grasping at your thighs firmly. “Mama.. I-I want you… Please baby..” You gave Daichi one of your warm smiles again. “Daichi.. I want you too..” He lowered his face to yours. He kissed you passionately as you rested your arms on his shoulders. Daichi pulled out his tented pants, revealing his weeping cock.

Slowly, his cock made his way inside of you, and you almost screamed in pleasure. Daichi slowly started to thrust inside of you, his voice resonated with small whimpers and moans. It was impossible to be quiet now. You are enjoying yourself too much. “Oh my god… Daichi.. Daichi you feel so good…” You moaned, hugging your lover tightly. “Y-yeah.. Fuck, your pussy feels so good on my cock…” Daichi hissed.

Without any warning, Daichi came inside of you. He kissed your lips, and you pouted at him. “Heh.. Looks like we’re gonna have another baby to take care of..” He teased you. “Daichi..” You whined, placing your hand on your forehead. The both of you then heard wails inside the nursery room– yet again.

You glared at Daichi, your eyes telling him to go do his turn. “Right..” He groaned, “We have to take care of our first child.” In defeat, he tidied himself up and left the room. It seems like no one could resist you. Not even Daichi.

[1kook]

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this is part of my netflix & chill series this is foreshadowing for the next fic 👀

summary; Jungkook enjoyed pushing you down, indulging you in all your little fantasies, but he too had some he wanted to live out. warnings; smut in the forms of riding, penetration, soft sex rating; mature (18+) misceallenous; jungkook thinks a lot.... and they're not always pg things... word count; 1.8k

notes; i have been neglecting my og jk dream team couple so here we are! anyway please look [ here ] and remember this face ....

He’s never minded taking the reins before, but there’s something distinctly carnal that flashes in Jungkook’s chest when you ask to ride him that morning. The sun filtering in through the window beside him captures the entirety of your beauty on top of him, endless expanses of soft skin and dips and curves. “Pretty,” he sighs, hands on your hips. You’re so tired but so gorgeous, supple breasts bouncing in his face, eyelashes kissing your cheeks with each sleepy blink. Rarely do you push him down like this, hands on his chest as you whimper and grind yourself to completion, but Jungkook certainly wasn’t complaining.

In all the time he’s known you, Jungkook’s become quite familiar with your sexual prowess. You liked to play the opposite game with him, seduce him and push him until he snapped and took you over a table or cuffed you to a bed, all blessed experiences that he treasures very much. He loved how you sounded bent over the kitchen counter, or shoved against the sheets. If Jungkook had to pinpoint the exact moment his horniness skyrocketed, it was definitely the second his name left your lips in a breathy little whimper. He adored you and your body, liked taking care of you.

But every now and then… he liked to be pampered.

Jungkook enjoyed pushing you down, indulging you in all your little fantasies, but he too had some he wanted to live out. Blindfolding you and having you cum on a riding crop was definitely the highest on the list and that was done; after that incident he’s woken many a night with a rock hard cock in his sleep shorts like some dorky teenager fantasizing about his girlfriend. And on the nights you didn’t sleep over, he was forced to fend for himself, the tape recorder in his brain recalling every single thing that had happened that night.

But now it was time to move onto the next, and that next bullet point on his imaginary list was letting you fuck yourself on his cock with no help at all.

Most times you rode him you tended to give up halfway through. You started off strong, overexcited glint in your eyes as you rabidly fucked yourself on him. But your natural pillow princess tendencies (no shade) always won over, always had you softly begging him to help. He’s always been more than happy to, especially if it meant coming sooner, but sometimes Jungkook just wanted to be used. Wanted to be pushed down and taken advantage of, especially if that was at your hands. It was a concept that probably went against everything your sexual relationship was built upon; him being the submissive one was about as rare as you not play-fighting back. And still, Jungkook wanted more than anything in the world to see that side of you, that femdom, as Doyeon had so meanly teased him about once.

So here he is, partially living that fantasy as you slide up and down on his cock. You’ve got one hand on his lower abdomen, the other on the top of a thigh, working yourself against him lazily. It’s not at the intensity of Jungkook’s dreams, but it sure is a sight. “B-Bend your knee for me, honey,” you pant, and Jungkook does, pulling his leg up until you’re sloppily using it as leverage to bounce on him. “G-Good boy,” you rasp.

It’s that word, that wretched word that makes something in Jungkook go soft, throw the past year of training out the window. He likes to think he’s in charge— he is —but every now and then you use that word against Jungkook and it’s like everything is reversed and always has been. Like it’s always been you leading sex, you telling him how good he is, and not the other way around.

He groans, tightens his hands on your hips as you continue bouncing away. Every glide of your warm folds around his cock makes his heart lurch, makes him want to bury himself inside of you and never leave. Jungkook would never admit it to your or anyone, but there was this rather clingy side of him that reared its ugly head when you were involved. He never wants anyone else to see you like this, never wants anyone else to feel you like this, which is where his spiraling begins.

You see, below that being-pushed-down-by-my-girlfriend point was another, slightly overlooked point, that entrenched upon dangerous, almost taboo territory. And that was stuffing you full of his cum— off birth control —and watching you swell and swell until there was no way you couldn’t be pregnant. And Jungkook, for some odd reason, wanted that really badly.

A soft groan above him, a lazy smile on your face as you reach down to idly toy with your clit, pussy flush against the base of his cock now. He knows better than to tell you to move because it’ll break this tender moment, this unique experience of you using him like some glorified dildo like he so desperately wanted sometimes. So he shuts his lips, goes back to that other fantasy that is only fueled by the soft swell of your tits when you move.

God, they would get so big, he thinks. Would be so round, just like the rest of you, and bursting with milk. It’s for the baby, for the baby, he tells himself, but there’s image in his head, this so terribly wrong image, of him suckling your breasts, holding your waist as the milk drips down his chin and over your skin, senses overwhelmed as he does something he’s definitely not supposed to. But you’d be so sweet, his mind says, would be so sweet and... full of life.

Above him, you giggle deliriously, sweat dripping down the slope of your neck. For a second he wonders if you’ve somehow tapped into his thoughts, seen all his perverted fantasies, but then you’re looking at him with that adoring gaze that makes his heart burst. “Pretty boy,” you tease, rolling your hips forward until that cute little button above your slit is grinding against him.

Yes, he certainly was your pretty boy, your good boy— he was whatever boy you wanted him to be. Why? Because he was so in love with you that the mere thought of you not being his and him not being yours made him gag. He just wanted you, so soft and warm around him, for the rest of his life. Maybe a belly? Maybe a child? Jungkook wanted it all, and his dick throbs at the mere idea of you possibly giving him that and more.

He was completely lost in his thoughts, never to be seen again.

A muffled whimper, so airy that it takes Jungkook a moment to realize it came from him. He’s too riled up to feel embarrassed, simply rolls his head from side to side as you clench those puffy walls around him. “C-Cum inside?” he pants, “can I— can I cum inside?” You lean forward; the tip of his engorged cock brushes against a sensitive spot inside of you, pulling a sinful moan from your lips. “P- Please?”

You smile, so pretty and sweet, it makes his dick twitch. “Of course,” you murmur, small hand on the side of his face, hips rolling rhythmically. “Wh- what’s that thing you said the other day?” you shiver, sleek skin catching the rays of the sun perfectly. A glittering highlight decorates your body, and that only tightens the coil in his stomach until it’s springing up with insane force. “Baby?”

“Yes?” he grunts, every muscle fiber in his body needed to hold even the smallest semblance of self control.

A giggle from you as he dazedly looks up. “Not you,” you chuckle, leaning down to sweetly peck him on the lips. It’s so soft and gentle, just like everything else about you. It takes everything in his body to keep him stable. “Remember?” you purr, hot breathe flush against his skin. “You wanted to put a baby in me.”

His hips jerk, a moan spilling from his lips that he doesn’t catch fast enough. “N-No,” he mewls, turning his face away from you like maybe it’ll prolong his orgasm, maybe it’ll lessen the aching heat around his cock. He can’t possibly hear those words from your lips, not when he knows you’re on birth control and that that notion is physically impossible right now. It’ll plant a terrible seed in his head, ruin Jungkook for weeks.

But you’re nothing if not persistent, forcing yourself down against him as he begins violently blushing, trying to mask his excitement. “Baby?” you repeat, as if he’s a puppy hearing the words ‘outside;’ fuck it, Jungkook thinks, he was whatever you wanted him to be. “Wanna fuck a baby into me, Jungkookie?” you exhale, hot breath against his ear. His hips spasm a second time, send you rolling down his cock with those perky nipples flush against his chest. “Mmmh, come on, honey… need you to work for it.”

And work Jungkook does.

His hands wrap around your frame, pull you flush against his body. Feet against the bed, thighs tense, he begins rapidly thrusting up into the warm entrance of your pussy, where yours and his cum seep out together. It’s slippery and wet, but not wet enough — he wants to feel his cum around himself, feel it bulge inside your stomach until you physically can’t hold anymore. “G-Good boy,” you whine, lips raining down featherlight smooches along his jawline. “Doing so good for me, honey—“

You’re cut off by the earth-shattering orgasm that consumes Jungkook, an almost feral groan that tears itself from his throat. “Mine, mine,” he sobs, doesn’t recognize his own voice in his ears. “Gonna be mine.”

A stuttered reply as your juices join his, leak down his softening cock until the sticky sweet fluid makes him feel dirty. It’s not even 8 AM yet and he’s already covered in cum. But it’s worth it when you lean back with that pretty smile, push his damp hair away from his sweaty face with the practiced touch of an angel. “Did you like that?” you ask softly, not making to move off of him. In fact, Jungkook swears you squeeze around his quickly limpening cock.

Any other woman he thinks he might have been embarrassed, die from humiliation of presenting her with a soft dick. But with you, it’s comfortable. It’s sweet and soft, your silky folds milking the last of his cum straight out of his cock. Jungkook whimpers, head bobbing at your question. You cup his face in your hands, fingers like butterflies against his skin. He swears he could transcend right now.

Another languid kiss, tongue lazily toying with his until his mouth feels heavy from the saliva you push down his throat. The light filtering in through the window paints your skin in soft colors, makes him feel so warm and loved; he could die like this and not feel an inch of remorse.

Copyright © 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[musette22]

Hi Minnie! Hope you can help me settle an argument my brother and I are having about EG!Steve. I'd love to hear your thoughts about this with shipping goggles off, looking at it purely in terms of characterization, narrative, and good writing. Better hang on though, it's going to be a long ask! (sorry in advance for spamming you!) 1/7

So my brother and I were watching FatWS and once again got into a debate about whether Steve's last actions were a disservice or in line with his characterization and narrative, given that the Russos confirmed (and therefore it's Word of God/canon, even if it did sound reactionary to the immediate backlash after EG) that Steve created an alternate reality when he went back, and didn't just live in hiding in the past of the OG timeline. 2/7

Because of this, my bro argued that: 1) the total character assassination that is the idea of Steve just sitting back and letting all the shit happen happen is no longer a problem - for all we know, the alternate reality oldman!Steve came from might have become utopic already due to his presence and foresight. He played coy when talking to Sam so we don't know for certain he didn't save Bucky, get rid of Hydra, and enact social reform when he had the chance. 3/7

Likewise, 2) the accusation that Steve would rob Peggy of her husband and children is a non-issue as Steve went back to a time before Peggy and Daniel got together - I argued here that it was still wrong for him to do given that he KNEW for a fact that Peggy lived a happy life, whereas it was a gamble if he could give her the same. My bro shot back when you truly loved someone, you want them to be happy and to have what's best for them. 4/7

So if Steve chose to go back to Peggy, he had to have believed that he could give her the best life. That Steve based that decision purely on his own assessment is pretty in character (e.g. pushing to become a soldier because he thought that was how he could do his part, even though at the time, he'd have just been a danger to himself and other soldiers; not signing the Accords because he believed in his team's judgment in crises above gov't oversight that might be influenced by politics). 5/7

And lastly 3) he might have settled into the past and started to move on, but what was wrong with him choosing to be selfish and going to the past when given a chance? Why was it wrong for him to go back to a time he knew, where he was beloved by both Peggy and the public, and when he could also save Bucky early? In terms of character growth, wouldn't it be fair for him to finally learn he could be a bit selfish and choose happiness, after a lifetime of nearly suicidal selflessness? 6/7

Our debate was based on confirmed canon with shipping put aside. So I put forth the sin of leaving a traumatized Bucky, Sam, and world behind, that Steve's actions were surely the result of a man broken by grief again and again, and that choosing the past was him running away - which, I argued, was a horrible way to end his character arc. But my brother asked me why I thought so, because wasn't this the so-called 'soft epilogue' that Steve deserved, one that was most in line with canon? 7/7

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Hey love! Very interesting argument you and your brother are having here… I’m sure he’s a great guy but I have to say that I vehemently disagree with him (as you probably already guessed lol). Soooo many people have done an excellent job at explaining why, shipping aside, Steve’s ending in EG was absolute bollocks, and I’m certain I could never argue this case as well as all of them have. Nevertheless, I’ll do my best to explain why, in my opinion, your brother is wrong :p I’m going to put my reply under the keep reading tag, because it is long.

1.      The Russos and Markus & McFeely (the writers) never managed to agree on whether Steve really did go back to an alternate timeline, and if so, how that would have worked, exactly. When they were asked, after EG had been released, about whether Steve would have just sat back and let everything he knew was happening/going to happen in the decades to come, both to Bucky and to the world at large, they came up with this ‘alternate timeline’ solution, but they kept contradicting each other on the logistics and technicalities of it (like how would old man Steve suddenly be able to jump timelines to come back to give Sam the shield in EG? And how did EG Steve attend Peggy’s funeral, like they also suggested, which would technically have been in a different timeline?). Which makes it pretty clear that this wasn’t something they’d considered beforehand or even all agree on afterwards, and therefore it can’t technically allowed to play a role in judging the rightness of Steve’s ending in EG if we’re looking at it from a ‘the creator’s word is law’ perspective. Moreover, there is nothing to indicate in EG itself that Steve knew he’d be able to create alternate timelines, so that would’ve been a crazy gamble on his part. Also, him ‘playing coy’ in that final scene with Sam really isn’t a convincing indication that he was actually, canonically, talking about anything besides marrying Peggy.

2.      Which bring us to point two: Peggy had literally told Steve she’d lived a happy life with her family, and told him in no uncertain terms to move on. If Steve really loved her, he would have accepted her wishes and allowed her the dignity of her choice (something Peggy herself, in CA:TFA, had told Steve was important to do when you care about someone) to move on from him once she believed him dead. Steve deciding that he would be better for Peggy because he believed was a better man than the person she ended up marrying originally would be the most un-like Steve thing to do, ever. Steve has never once shown that he thinks of himself as the hero or better than other people – he simply wants to do the best he can to help make the world a better place. He would never say “Peggy deserves the best and I believe I am the best, therefore she will have me, regardless of what she thinks or wants.” Steve drinks respect women juice, that’s clear from all of his movies, and deciding the course of her entire life for her, taking away her agency, whether in his own timeline or another, would be utterly disrespectful to Peggy.

3.      As for the next point: of course there’s nothing wrong with Steve being selfish for once – Steve is human, and all humans are selfish sometimes, and that’s okay. But, as Chris Evans already explained multiple times prior to Endgame, Steve had already made selfish decisions in the past, namely when it came to getting Bucky back and keeping him safe. Shipping aside, Bucky was presented in all the Cap movies as Steve’s very best friend, and was even called his ‘soulmate’ (platonically or otherwise) by M&M (the writers). So when, in Civil War, Steve was presented with a choice between duty/what was expected of him by the government versus saving Bucky/keeping Bucky safe, Steve was selfish and chose Bucky. That, canonically, made sense. Peggy being presented as the ultimate love of Steve’s life, who he loved and valued more than anyone or anything else in the world (which is what happened in EG), canonically does not make sense. 

In CA:TWS, Peggy told Steve to move on. When Peggy died, Steve buried her and mourned her, and then not long after, he canonically kissed Peggy’s niece. Then, in Infinity War, Steve saw Bucky turn to dust before his very eyes in the “Blip” (a conscious decision on the writers’/directors’ part to show how Steve once again lost what was most important to him while helplessly standing by) – and the next thing we know, Steve is leading a support group for other people who lost loved ones in the Blip, and starts talking about losing… Peggy? Huh. Also, Steve going back to a time which your brother calls “a time when he was beloved the public” doesn’t add up, either: technically, Steve went back to a time where people loved an idea of him, but also believed him to be dead. So either he would have had to have found a way to convincingly stage his own resurrection (meanwhile possibly leaving the other version to vegetate in the ice..? depending on how this timeline malarkey was supposed to work), or he would have lived his whole life hidden behind some fake persona – which does not sound like Steve at all, does it?

4.      Finally, let’s talk about Bucky some more, because I think we need to to be able to assess the situation properly. I understand that your brother may believe that shippers are often delusional and only see what they want to see etc, but there is ample evidence, canonically, of Bucky being the most important person in Steve’s life – the person he would give up the shield for, the person he would give up his other friendships for, the person he would give up his life for. Peggy may have been a recurring character in character in the three Cap movies, but she was never presented as the principal motivator of his actions, or as the love of Steve’s life. You know who was? Bucky. Sure, that love wasn’t canonically romantic in nature, but there can’t be any doubt that Bucky meant more than anything to Steve. Therefore, Steve choosing to have a ‘soft epilogue’ that entails him spending the rest of his life without Bucky – and, more importantly, Bucky to spend the rest of his life without Steve – contradicts everything we’ve learned about their relationship (platonic or otherwise) in the rest of the movies, does it not? 

Also, the Russos have said something to the effect that Bucky and Steve were now both mentally ‘well enough’ to not ‘need’ each other anymore (because as we all know, that’s exactly how friendships work…), but it’s pretty clear from EG that Steve was still traumatized by everything he’d been through, and going back to the 50s would have meant he would never be able to get proper help with that and in fact could only talk about any of it with Peggy and Peggy alone. Moreover, M&M have literally said in interviews that Bucky wasn’t all that well yet, mentally, and TFAWTS also shows convincingly that Bucky was not actually in a good place when Steve left him. So that would have meant that Steve either did not see this (unlikely, given how close they were) or did not care (unlikely, given how close they were). 

It would have meant that for the first time in all these movies, Steve decided “to hell with Bucky’s needs, I’m gonna just be selfish because I’ve earned it and claim my trophy wife because actually I am the best man for her, despite the fact that she’s already lived a happy life that I will be negating against her wishes, but that’s fine because maybe I’ll be able to create a different timeline, and maybe I’ll be able to save Bucky from all his trauma anyway, but then again maybe not, but that brings me back to my first point of to hell with Bucky’s needs” - which does not make a lot of sense to me, personally. Not to mention that, in exchange for his ‘soft epilogue’, Steve would also leave the world to sort out the post-Blip mess without him, and leave all the other friends he still had left and clearly cared about a lot to boot. I would not call that character growth, I would call that character disintegration. If your brother insists on taking the creator’s word as gospel and that we have to accept that Steve really did do what he did at the end of Endgame, and that wasn’t just a case of bad, lazy writing fuelled by greed, then to make a decision like this, Steve would have been either an asshole in disguise all along, or mentally extremely unstable.

There you have it, my two cents! I hope this helps a little in settling the argument with your brother, anon! Lots of love ❤️

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains: Who Should You Go To For Romantic Advice?

Haha, so basically, if a character is a man, or their name is Debbie Loomis, Jennifer Check or Jill Roberts on this list, the answer is no. That leaves Carrie, Luda Mae and Pam- and actually, even Pam would be treading on thin ice.

So, Luda Mae or Carrie. Those are your choices out of twenty eight.

So! @sadcowboy6969​ and I were talking about what would happen if someone went to Hoyt, Drayton, or Mayor Buckman for relationship advice and it was hilarious so here are the rest! I hope you chuckle.

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Billy Loomis: Okayy, we’ll begin this with an immediate no, then… His credentials are just no good in this area…

Bubba Sawyer: Well… he’ll try! He’ll try his best for you!! But he’s never been in a relationship or seen one play out, or watched TV, or read an article… or, or… seen a picture, probably, of a happy couple… I mean, in all seriousness, he did try to court Stretch (And to any of us, that mostly was very sweet and he was lovely) but he was just kind of going on instinct there- he has no advice for you.

Carrie White: You’ll have to describe every detail for her so she can properly analyse the situation, and even then she doesn’t really want to be apart of this because she doesn’t want to mess up and this is kind of personal between you and the person/s. If you can actually manage to get advice out of her though, its surprisingly good! ^^

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: Okay so I don’t know much about his and Tiffany’s relationship except what I’ve seen in some pictures, but that doesn’t really matter. He doesn’t care about your relationship, he will give you terrible advice and then laugh way too hard about it. Laugh his little doll body dead.

Chop Top Sawyer: Out of all the Sawyer boys… you’ve gone to Paul?? Out of the sane-ish one, the sweet one… and the one who eats chunks of his own head skin... you’ve picked option C?? Okay, but, really if you ask Chop Top for advice he’ll mostly say very unhelpful, vulgar, scary stuff… but in the middle, if you’re lucky (Like, a 3 blue moons in a row kind of lucky), he might blurt out something useful on accident, motor mouth that he is. 

Drayton Sawyer: Let’s look at his past work for a moment, ehem, *Opens folio*… ‘Sex is, well… nobody knows… But the saw, the saw is family! Its sex, or the saw’… So, what part of that was helpful? // Okay, if you wanna sit around listening to him go on and on about things that probably have nothing to do with your issue, then by all means ask him. If you catch him in a sober moment you might get something useful. If you’re willing to go through such pain. 

Debbie Loomis: Before her husband cheated on her and she abandoned her son because of it or after?

Freddy Krueger: Are you out of your mind?! (Part 1) Go somewhere else! Anywhere else!

Inkubus: Actually, I mean… he’s been around a while, so he probably has valuable knowledge for us all, but… whether he’s willing to divulge said knowledge to you is unlikely. The ass-butt.

Jason Voorhees: 

Jedidiah Sawyer: Even Jed knows you must be desperate if you’re coming to him. Will be unhelpful. 

Jennifer Check: Honestly, she probably has some good, albeit slightly vulgar and blunt, advice as long as it’s a girl you’re trying to hook, but if it’s a guy… you’ve made her hungry. Mmmmm, yum yum. Tasty boys.

Jill Roberts: Well it really depends on what kind of advice you want. Did you actually want to date this person??? Oh? Yes? Then this the wrong person to ask.

Luda Mae Hewitt: *She flings Hoyt out of her way on her way to you* // TEN OUTTA TEN, SHE’S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT. SHE ALWAYS WANTED A DAUGHTER TO TALK TO ABOUT THIS STUFF WITH.

Mayor Buckman: I mean, he has kids, doesn’t he? That puts him higher on this list then most of the others but then again… no one in that town is telling that boy who fucks the sheep not to fuck the sheep. So, um… keep that in mind…

Michael Myers: This man is ROOD. If you ask him this and he’s in a bitchy mood, he will purposely give you bad advice, so your social and romantic life… die. But what, when referring to Michael, doesn’t die? You should have seen this coming. I have zero sympathies for you.

Mickey Altieri: Derek serenading Sydney in the cafeteria was almost definitely Mickey’s idea, in my opinion, so he may be one of your best shots. He doesn’t tend to kill romantic interests… ohhhhh wait, no, yes, he does. Scratch that. I’m getting real tired of these boys killing (Or trying to kill/being in kahoots with the killer) pretty girls who are just trying to be nice to them, damnit.

Midnight Man: Wh-wh-what is this romance? K-kissing??? No? I? Don’t? Comprehend??? Hold hands?? Not wanting someone to play game and die?????????????????????????????? // No, he probably knows, but he’s also probably game-romantic to the max. 

Pamela Voorhees: She’s a mostly sensible, mature woman, so you might have a shot? I mean, if Jason’s perfectly healthy, happy, is getting good grades, has made friends, is smiling, is within eyesight, punched a Nazi and hasn’t coughed in 6 months, you might have her full attention and you can ask her.

Patrick Bateman: He has cue cards.

Pennywise (OG): Probably tells you some Boomer joke about relationships and then laughs super hard for a long time until you just leave because of boredom and general creeped-out-ness.

Pennywise (New): He’ll give you advice, sure, in the form of INTERPRATIVE DANCE! He is the Dancing Clown, after all!

Roman Bridger: Well, Roman really wanted to direct a true romance movie, so maybe he’s got something? Let him talk about romance, please! I just want him to be happy. Onnnnn the other hand though, he’s kind of focused on his angst and his homicide plot against his half-sister.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: Are you out of your goddamn mind!?! (The second, more serious, instalment.)

Stu Macher: It depends on whether he likes you or not. He seemed like a lovely friend to Sydney before he tried to kill her (Although, a little dim), so maybe he would try to give you advice? Thinking he’s some lady-killer or something. But that advice may not be any good. I mean from the short glimpse into Stu’s love-life that we get, I don’t think he’s entirely credible.

The Man: He just sorta ‘pfft’s at you, because he’s rude like that.

Thomas Hewitt: Thomas is so lost when you try to explain to him. Just- just, go to Mama. She knows. Go.

[skgway]

1823 Sep., Mon. 1

5 55/60

10 55/60

1/4 hour in the stable – Above an hour looking over my different volumes of extracts and Thomson’s chemistry for the method of fumigating # the far stable vide extracts volume C. Purifying rooms and Thomsons volume 2 vide Muriatic acid –

At 8 1/4 set off to meet Miss Pickford and came up with her in Horton street sauntered along the new road as far as Pump, and came in to breakfast at 9 1/2 –

At 11 20/60 George rode Caradoc and led Hotspur to H–x [Halifax], and I walked with Miss P– [Pickford] parted with her, and mounted at Savile hill at 12 10/60 – I had chiefly talked off the worst of what I said on Saturday and, on questioning her very closely, whether she thought I ever had a friend on the same terms as Miss Threlfall. She said no, she did not think I ever had. That she seems persuaded. I never had any criminal connection with any of them. 

She appeared wanting to fight off this herself. Said I thought worse of her than she deserved, carried her meaning too far. But this I denied and maintained, and she could not be off. But said very oddly, when I talked of a marriage of souls and hinted at bodies too, mentioning connections of les esprits, ames et corps, that it was all esprit on her side. Insinuating that it was le corps on Miss Threlfall’s part only. 

I looked surprise[d]. ‘Then,’ said I, there is only one alternative. Do you know it?’ ‘No’ ‘Of course.’ I did not say I in my mind thought of her using a phallus to her friend. She was sure I thought worse of her, etc. 

Her niece Elizabeth had asked if she did not like me very much, and if I should not be sorry when she went. ‘Oh,’ she told the child, ‘Miss Lister will care nothing about it. She would not be sorry. Why should she if I died tomorrow?’ I protested against this, said I could not be so heartless. Sentiment between us would be absurd, but I felt towards her the same regard one gentleman friend would feel for another. She seemed not displeased.

Speaking of what they said of me, one lady who pretended to know me well, somehow I could not help suspecting Mrs. Waterhouse, it was melancholy that I had so little sense of religion. Pic thought quite the contrary. Has a high opinion of me in all things. Thinks me most consistent with myself, most refined in sentiment, etc. etc. Did not believe my nonsense last night. Asked if she could have forgiven me had it all been true. She did not know. I said she would forgive me anything. Said she, ‘perhaps I should.’ 

Before she left here, shewed the letters between Mrs Bunt and Misses Bunn and read her some of the most particular passages of Miss Vallance’s letter – She thought it too sentimental yet owned afterwards she might like her. Speaking of ladies, said I esteemed π [Mariana] above all the rest because she had never said or done what I disapproved –

I had only just ridden once round the moor, when Miss P– [Pickford] appeared and joined me at 12 35/60 – She walked by my side till 1 10/60 when I dismounted and sent George back with the horses, and we walked about to Skircoat green thence into the Salterhebble road – Along the moor again to the bottom of the old bank, then to Suter’s, then parted at the bottom of the old bank at 3 10/60 –

She had had a letter from Miss Threlfall to pay interest money. Listened to my advice and at last gave me a promise she ever would advance another six pence on any plea whatever, except what she was bound for. Talked a great deal of Miss Threlfall. It seems she has deceived Pic in money matters, and in cordial matters too. Pic suspects she has not been constant. Said I, ‘I hate to say anything against the ladies but, according as we say in Yorkshire old rotem, they're all alike. 

Said she always seemed to me more like Pic’s mistress than anything else. She did not deny this. Said she lost herself sadly. Pic was wrong to have her name so connected with Miss Threlfall’s. At last said that if anything ever happened between Pic and me it would be on account of Miss Th[relfall]. It would not do for me to have my name put with theirs. There was no fear of my appearing a tellal[l], I should be ashame[d] of Miss Th[relfall]. In fact, Pic thought I might be ashamed of them both and bade me only tell her at once and not let her down easily.

Asked if she would be sorry. Yes, but she would never shew it. What would she never relent? She would never put herself in my way again nor would she let her sorrow ever appear to anyone. ‘What if I wrote a handsome letter?’ She could not write letters, but yes, she must write an answer of some sort. Owned I had thought worse of her than she deserved, but said I had changed my opinion and now thought she had never had any attachment but to Miss Th[relfall] and had been more constant than she deserve[d]. She seemed to confirm this. Owned she had despised and disliked Miss Th[relfall] at some times and would have been off but could not desert one who had no other friend, and hung upon her, and was kept up in respectability by her entirely.

Pic thinks me the most consistent person with myself she ever saw, but I had said several things as if I did not think her so much so. She said I did not know the warmth of friendship she was capable of. Meaning sheer friendship. Wanted me to take Samouell’s entomol[og]y but I would not and she seemed vexed. I said she had bungled the offer. She was the oddest person I ever knew. I would do what she wished, keep it, and let hear from me in two years from this time or send it back. ‘Send it back,’ said she, ‘leave in passing tomorrow.’

Something passed that I referred to Miss Th[relfall]. ‘Oh,’ said she, ‘let her name rest forever.’ I made no remark of this. Pic had told me before I did not know what an odd compound she, Pic, was. Speaking of the barefaced things I said to her, and of forgiveness she did not think I deserved. ‘Well,’ said I, ‘but I always get it too’ which she assented. ‘When,’ said I, ‘shall I see you again?’ ‘Perhaps never,’ she quickly answered –

Altogether the last half hour did not please me and I parted from her sensible of her abruptness, her want of gentleness or tenderness of feeling, and acknowledging to myself that I wished I had not staid so long with her. Yet I stood in the old bank watching the last of her as she turned up Horton street. Watching, I scarce knew why, as if I had not felt towards her as if I thought her so gentlemanlike. As I had said I stood watching her long, the people might stare at me –

It has before struck me she likes me more than I might expect. It is very odd, but if I tried would it be possible to make her melt at all? She was unusually inclined to take my advice about Miss Th[relfall] and the Doubles’s. Surely these things might make me think she likes me, tending towards particularly –

Got home at 3 40/60, having sauntered along musing all the way – Fumigated the stable 4 oz muriatic acid poured up 12 oz of common salt, in a pot placed on a pan of coals – Sauntered about with my aunt and came in at 4 3/5 – Till six writing a note that might perhaps go with Samouell E[ntomology] tomorrow. Wanted a Latin quotation looking over – Looking over Virgil’s eclogues above 1/2 hour –

In the evening from 8 to 9 20/60 (downstairs) wrote the whole of the journal of today – Tolerably fine day, but a little drizzling damp before breakfast, and afterwards about noon – Speaking anonymously of Miss V[allance], said my manners had deceived her and I was sorry Pic did not wonder. She herself had deceived people in the same way, much to her surprise, and had been very sorry about it –

Barometer 1 1/2 degree above changeable Fahrenheit 59 1/2º at 9 50/60 p.m. at which hour came up to bed –

[danganronpastories]

Tired

(This story is based off an idea from @gundhanon, I hope you don’t mind that I expanded on it a bit) Gundham and his team have been taking care of a new guest. She is a adorable spinner dolphin who is missing one of her fins because of fishing nets. She has her own pool  in their facility where they are trying to rehabilitate her. Gundham decided to take 2 night shifts, meaning he had to stay near the pool all night, two nights in a row to take care of her. Gundham didn’t mind really. She is playful, he tried to give her a toy and she knocked him into the water.  Gundham knows he’s feeling the effects of two sleepless nights, he feels lightheaded and his visions blurry. He just wants to take a nap, he doesn’t even feel like talking like he normally does. Gundhams put his hair down and into a small ponytail, he only put on a small amount of eyeliner, and he only dressed in a black t shirt, black jeans and his brown uniform jacket. Gundham walks up to his classroom door and opens it slowly, he stumbles over to his desk which is closet to the door and sits down. “Hello, how are all of you?” Gundham says, deadpan. He then plops his arms on the desk and buries his face in them. He doesn’t see all the eyes on him and suprised faces. “Uh are you ok Gundham?” Mahiru asks, worry painted on her freckled face. “F-from what I-I can see, I-I think h-he’s just really t-tired” Mikan says, using her observations to make a quick diagnosis. Kazuichi looks at Gundham. He knew from the text messages that Gundham has been working night shifts, and in Kazuichis opinion Gundham should be at home sleeping not at school. As Gundhams boyfriend though, Kazuichi decided to help him out a bit and also be funny. Kazuichi coughs, clearing his throat. “Mortals, I request you do not associate with the overlord of ice, he is recharging his mana” Kazuichi exclaimed, making his voice sound as much like Gundham as possible. “Jeez you sound just like the loser!” Hiyoko says, insulting yet again. Kazuichi shoots her a glare telling her to shut up. “In my experience Gundham, atheltes who are exhausted should be at home resting, not at school” Nekomaru advises. Kazuichi sits down in his chair and answers Nekomaru “Mortal do not speak to the dark  lord and his prince again”. When lunchtime came Kazuichi walks over to his boyfriend and leans down beside his desk. “Gundham, Gundham, wake up” Kazuichi whispers. Gundham opens his eyes slowly and sits up, “what is it honey?” Gundham asks his voice sleepy and quiet. Kazuichi gently grabs Gundhams hand, “we’re going home Gundham, it’s time to get some sleep” Kazuichi says, matter of factly. Gundham looks down at his wooden desk and squeezes Kazuichis hand. “I’m fine my paramour” Gundham tried to ressure, wasn’t working though. Kazuichi rolls his eyes and pulls Gundham to his feet. Kazuichi huffs “Sorry edgelord, this is non negotiable. I’ve already got the go ahead from Ms Chisa so let’s go” Kazuichi explains. Gundham sighs and nods, giving up. Kazuichi holds Gundhams hand and they both walk to Kazuichis hand me down blue jeep. Kazuichi had got it from his dad after Kazuichi got his drivers license, Kazuichi fixed it up and started driving it to school. Kazuichi opens the passenger side door and Gundham gets in, Kazuichi gets in the drivers seat and boots up the car. Kazuichi ruffles Gundhams hair and Gundham leans into his touch. Kazuichi starts to drive home, being safe and watching out for the other cars, Gundham went quiet and Kazuichi could hear gentle breaths, signaling Gundham had fallen asleep in the car. Kazuichi smiled softly, “he’s so adorable” Kazuichi thought to himself. Kazuichi pulled into Gundhams driveway in front og Gundhams one story house with a basement. “Mm” Gundham stirs, figiting a bit. Kazuichi runs a hand through Gundhams hair, “shhh, it’s ok, you can keep sleeping. I’ll get you inside.” Kazuichi hushed his boyfriend and Gundham fell back asleep. Kazuichi grabs Gundhams keys from his trenchcoat pocket. Kazuichi opens the drivers side door with a soft click and jumps down to the pavement. He walks over to the passenger side door and opens it. He loops his arms under Gundhams legs and back and hoists him out of the car. He closes the blue door with his foot and walks up to Gundhams brown oak door. Gundham snuggles into the crook of Kazuichis neck, making a soft hum in his sleep. Kazuichi smiles, feeling his heart soar at seeing Gundhams adorable sleeping face. Kazuichi kisses the top of Gundhams head, “my baby” Kazuichi whispers with care and adoration. Kazuichi leans back to support Gundham and uses the silver key with a black and purple keychain and unlocks Gundhams door. Gundhams house is empty as he lives alone and dark. Kazuichi closes the door behind him with his back and walks upstairs. There’s many pictures on the walls going up the stairs that showcase Gundham with many diffrent animals, some with him and his collegues that he works with in his buisness, and even some Kazuichi can tell are from diffrent cultures with Gundham taking pictures with the people who called him to help out with animal populations there. Kazuichi looks down at his sleeping boyfriend. “You’ve been everywhere haven’t you hon” Kazuichi mummurs, chuckling. Kazuichi opens Gundhams black door, obviously painted. The room has black walls with black decals lining them. There is a hamster cage with various colored tubes going around the cage. Gundham four dark devas crawl out of Gundhams scarf and scurry to the floor to their cage. Kazuichi laughs, they sure are cheeky hamsters. Kazuichi walks quietly to Gundhams bed. It’s a queen size bed with black sheets and a purple comforter with clear occult symbols in purple. The pillows were a dark red and kinda clashed with the rest of the bed. Sitting like a guard animal in the middle of the pillows was a orange and white giant hamster plush that Kazuichi had bought Gundham for his birthday. Kazuichi smiles and sets Gundham down, slipping off his trenchcoat and tucking Gundham in under the comforter. Kazuichi kisses his cheek softly. “Goodnight baby” Kazuichi whispers lovingly. Kazuichi sits down on the other side of the bed and turns on the tv, lowering the volume. The devas crawl over, more comfortable with Kazuichi after being around him a lot, Cham-P even crawls under Kazuichis beanie. Kazuichi chuckles, petting the devas and they all hang out together and watch tv as Gundham gets his well needed rest.

[despair-ninja-everything-agency]

A Switch of Fate

*Sigh* Another quick midnight fanfic I go~ This time it's for my WotM!Cole AU. Hope you like it :D

Spoiler alert for: A Realm Reborn ending, early Heavensward

Characters: Word of the Mother!Cole || WotM!WoL, Minfilia Warde, Mammon of Greed, brief Lucifer of Pride, brief The Master || OG Sayo!Cole, mentioned Thancred Waters, mentioned Y'shtola Rhul

Word count: 1200+

"Your tea, M'lord"

A silver tray at her hand. Steaming hot cup of chamomile tea lay on top of it. Mammon slowly approached the figure sitting in the arbor. He grunted, signaling approval. With delicate hand, she put the cup onto the glass table beside him.

Silence fell as gentle breeze blew through the garden of beautiful crystal roses, scattering petals loose enough to be carried by the light wind. Nothing but the clinking sound of the tea cup being set back to its place as the figure finished sipping the tea.

As the silence grew, the servant finally broke the ice.

"Do you regret it?"

This earned her a questioning hum from the other person. She continued.

"Not running away with her. Did you regret leaving her behind, when you could've escaped together from them?"

No reply. Only a soft sigh escaping from the other's mouth.

Another silence.

It took long before she finally got her answer.

"No… I don't regret my decision"

Another gentle breeze carded through the raven-haired as he continued.

"However, I do regret not being by her side now. When she needed me the most"

Shifting his gaze to his most loyal servant, Cole smiled hollowly. Under his empty grey eyes lied a hint of sadness.

As if to try easing her master, Mammon spoke.

"My sisters and I have been watching over her this past couple days. There has been some unease between the remaining Scions and the citizens of Ishgard. But rest assured, Lady Minfilia is well and healthy, if maybe a bit stressed right now. What's with what happened in Ul'dah and now being accused as heretics by the Heaven's Ward"

What happened in Ul'dah… Just the thought of it sent a pang of guilt inside his heart. The guilt far outweighed the relief of hearing his best friend, someone whom he considered as sister, doing fine. Closing his eyes, he tried to recall what happened that fateful night…

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The sound of water splashing violently under their feet as they ran as fast as possible through the underground tunnel. Running away from the crime they never committed. One by one their allies stayed behind to give them time, stalling the Brass Blades and the now defecting Crystal Brave that's on their heels, until it's only the both of them.

When he noticed Minfilia stopped running, that's when she'd stay behind. That he couldn't stay with her and that he's the Warrior of Light, their only hope.

He grabbed her, demanding her to explain and that what she's about to do was crazy. She only gave him a sad smile.

"Cole… I'm glad that you're concerned of me. But I have to stay. 'Tis the only way"

"Bullshit! I can't just leave you here alone! We have to get out of here! Please, Lia! I… I can't…"

"This is the will of Hydaelyn. It's my duty to fulfill her will"

"Lia…"

"It's alright, Cole. I… We'll meet again soon…"

Her gaze pleading. She wanted him to be safe. To not worry of her and that everything will be fine.

Was this really the only way? Was there really no other solution?

No. He wouldn't have any of it.

"No… I'll stay"

"Cole?"

But before she could talk further, his grip grew tighter. His body trembled with suppressed emotions.

"Listen to me, Minfilia. I may be the Warrior of Light. But I'm merely a blade. A weapon to fight. I… I couldn't go this far without you… You're our heart. The reason we kept going. The reason why I kept going despite everything. I am… disposable. Yet you're not. You have to get out of here. You MUST escape. For the sake of Eorzea. For us. For me…"

Minfilia's eyes went wide. How could he call himself disposable? Him, the savior of Eorzea? Yet before she could protest, he pleaded.

"Please… It… doesn't have to be this way… I-I'll stay instead. I'll go back and help Y'shtola and Thancred. You just…. Be safe, okay? P-Please… I couldn't... I-If Hydaelyn needs anything... even if I lost her blessing... then I-I'll be the one… helping her…"

"Cole…"

They both fell silent. Yet they both knew their time ran short. Without hesitation, the raven-haired walked back to where they came from, letting go of his grip.

"I won't let fate take you away from us…" he muttered.

Warmth engulfed his hand. Her hand gripping his tenderly. He turned to look at her, the blond-haired almost on the verge of tears.

"Be safe… okay?"

He smiled and nodded, putting up a calm and brave facade.

Minfilia looked at him for the last time, keeping his brave figure in her memories, before letting go and bolting off to the exit.

His smile dropped as soon as he faced the opposite side. The Sisters of Purgatory emerged behind him, forming a line of defense as they each readied their blade of energy.

"You guys ready?" he asked, his knife-scepter hybrid on each hand.

The eldest sister, Lucifer, spoke as their representation, "Ready as you are, M'lord!"

He smirked and closed his eyes. Taking a moment of peace knowing that Minfilia would be safe.

"Thancred… I keep my promise for you…"

Fire of rage burned brightly in his eyes the moment he opened them. With a yell, he charged blindly into the darkness, his servants on his tow.

The next thing he knew, a bright light blinded him before it consumed his vision.

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Cole pried his eyes open as he returned to the present.

Everything after that was a hazy blur. He recalled offering his body to Hydaelyn, anything to spare Minfilia from the fate that awaits her. The Master, intrigued by his act of selfless if foolish sacrifice, promoted him with the title of Witch of Light. The Crystal Garden of Roses was given as his new dwelling, a downtime when Hydaelyn not using his body for reasons only known to her.

"Sir?"

Blinking, he looked back at Mammon, still standing there watching her dear master.

"Are you still worried about her?"

He would be lying if he didn't.

"Yeah… But I can't do much now… I can't really go back to the mortal world, can I? The best I can go in Hydaelyn's realm is in the Aether realm. Even then, I… well, you know I can't really BE myself there"

The servant thought for a moment, before asking, "What if we take another you from the Sea of Fragments? Surely there are countless of you who's still a Warrior of Light out there. Hell, didn't the Master say you're one of the very few exceptions? That's why he's interested in you in the first place? If we can get his permission to pick up a different, still a Warrior of Light you, maybe we can protect Lady Minfilia in a more… direct way"

Cole looked at the brunette in surprise. A way to protect his friend directly? Isn't that an enticing prospect? In his current state, he could do nothing but watch from afar. But if it's a mortal version of him…

A wicked smile formed on his lips. Combined with his empty eyes, one would fear what's on his mind. But not Mammon. Not his most loyal servant. She smiled back, happy to see the long lost energy filled her master.

And so it's decided….

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In an antique library, a black robed figure stood facing a bookshelf. A book in his hand. When the door opened forcefully, he knew. A glance at his white robed doppelganger tells him all he needed to know. He couldn't contain his glee. What kind of story would be woven this time? Smiling cruelly, he addressed his counterpart.

"What can I do for you, my precious little pawn?"