#Chez Switch

[chezswitch]

Qu'est-ce qu'une offre d'électricité décarbonisée ?

Dans le paysage énergétique en constante évolution d’aujourd’hui, le concept d’une offre d’électricité décarbonisée suscite un intérêt croissant. Cette approche novatrice de l’approvisionnement énergétique promet un avenir plus propre et plus durable. En s’appuyant sur des sources d’énergie renouvelable et en minimisant les émissions de carbone, l’électricité décarbonisée offre non seulement des…

[blitz0hno]

"unmedicated undiagnosed ADHD gang" bitch our ADHD ain't even unmedicated despite being undiagnosed, it's not Adderall or anything but technically our anxiety meds get prescribed for ADHD as well..... Would be so cool if I remember to take it more than every few days

[mortdroide]

So what started as a modern ''Alive'' AU for my ghost OC Chez, began to be their main story. They're obnoxious and uses whatever name, pronouns or made up story about their past or whereabouts they believe to be the funniest at the time. As depressing as it sounds they've been waiting for their own passing for ages due to an undisclosed terminal diseases, (They know what it is but they're pretty dishonest if someone asks about it.) Although they're not actively trying to put a terms to it...they're not helping themselves either. Barely living while a remaining a blurry memory to anyone who once knew them. I might do a proper reference sheet but this will do for now! :-) Enjoy my aspiring ghost!

[cassandors]

my sister got home tonight and for some reason we decided to whip out ye olde ddr mat and it was so fun!

[beenbaanbuun]

opposites attract w/ addams!matz

it’s finally here… i spent so long on this and im finally happy enough with it to give it to you guys!! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it <333

words - 7.2k

genre - smut/fluff

warnings - sugar mommy!seonghwa, mommy kink, sugar daddy!hongjoong, daddy kink, cute!reader, sub!reader, dom!seonghwa, switch!hongjoong, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration (2 in 1), clit play, cum eating, collaring, partially clothed sex, seonghwa in a tulle robe, mentions of seonghwa in a dress, i’m so horny for seonghwa guys, mentions of drinking but everyone is sober, pet names (mommy, daddy, mi amor, cara mia, dove, love, lamb), i think that’s it?

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The fire crackles to your left as you lay before it for warmth. The grizzly bear rug - which you’d affectionately nicknamed Jongho, once you’d finally gotten used to the morbid thing - is soft beneath you, and you have to stop yourself from slipping away into a peaceful slumber atop it.

Although you assume your desire to sleep has more to do with the book in your hand than it does the rug. It had been carefully placed atop the side table next to the chez and since you had nothing better to do, you decided to read it. Only it seems it was written when Shakespeare’s great-great-great grandfather was still a twinkle in his father's eye, so comprehending a single word of it is proving to be more difficult than you originally anticipated. For all you know, you could be reading a recipe book and you’d be none-the-wiser.

For that exact reason, it doesn't take long for you to slam the book closed in frustration, tossing it to the side. It boinks the back of Jongho’s head, bouncing off and landing somewhere on the parquet floor. You can’t be particularly bothered to check where it’s landed, knowing that if you do, you’ll be liable to clean up after your mini-tantrum. The longer the location of the book remains a mystery, the longer you can stay swaddled in the blanket of warmth that Jongho and the fire are providing you with.

“Little dove?” A voice calls from the doorway to the sitting room. Your head perks up and you glance over to where Hongjoong is leaning against the stone archway with a glass of whisky in hand. You smile at him, which he returns, “I didn’t even notice you were here. When did you arrive?”

He takes a few steps into the room before coming to a halt upon spotting your body that had previously been hidden by the chez lounge. You’re lying on your tummy, head in hands and feet kicked up in the air. It’s quite obvious you’re not trying to seduce him with the way you're staring up at him with innocent eyes. In fact, once he spots the book tossed a couple of feet away, he can tell that your behaviour is more on par with a petulant child than a seductress. If it weren’t for your outfit, he’d perhaps find you adorable, but that’s the last word he’d use to describe that tiny little tennis skirt you’re wearing.

The hem had flicked up at some point, revealing just a little more thigh than you realise. If Hongjoong looks carefully he’s almost sure he can see the crease of where your ass cheek meets your thigh. He averts his gaze, if only to stop himself from pouncing on you and instead, he lets it travel down your soft legs. His eyes don’t get far, however, as seconds later his pupils come to rest on the thigh-highs you wear. The way they dig into your thighs so prettily, your soft flesh spilling over the top, draws him in.

He gulps down the rest of his whisky to calm himself.

“About fifteen minutes ago,” you shrug before laying yourself completely flat against the bear you seem to adore so much. Your fingers curl into its fur and you stretch your legs out behind you. Hongjoong almost finds you cute, but the way you move only brings more attention to your thighs. He notices the purple marks that had been left between them only days prior have faded, for the most part, although the memory alone makes his cock throb, and he quickly manoeuvres himself so he’s sitting on the chez with one leg firmly over the other to hide the growing tent in his black, pinstripe slacks.

“Why didn’t you call for us, my dove?” He places his empty glass down on the side table, the cubes of ice clinking musically against the sides, “you know we would’ve come running to you.”

You flip onto your back, rolling just a touch closer to Hongjoong’s feet. A shiver runs through you as the cold patch of Jongho’s fur rubs against your skin, and you almost want to shuffle back to the patch you’d already spent the last quarter of an hour warming up with your body. You refrain. It’s nice to be close to Hongjoong, and besides, you can get a better look at him from this angle. Always so handsome, every single pore in his body oozing eloquence and grace. If you ever get to meet the demon who created such a tempting individual, you’d have to thank them personally.

Hongjoong feels the same way, desire and temptation filling him from top to bottom as you reveal the front of your outfit. The corseted top you wear hugs your breasts oh so perfectly, accentuating them in a way that would have a Victorian harlot gasping with jealousy. If you were, in fact, a harlot, Hongjoong would be willing to pay whatever it took for just a peek at your body.

“Seonghwa doesn’t like it when I don’t use my indoor voice,” you mumble through pouted lips. The way they pucker reminds him of all the pretty little sounds you let slip through them when he and Seonghwa are taking you apart. They play a symphony in his head, dizzying him as he further succumbs to your temptations.

“You should’ve come to seek us out then,” his voice is a little gravellier than it had been just a moment or two ago, his desire to ruin you only growing stronger by the second, “You know, rather than just lying here and waiting for us to stumble upon your little tantrum.” he gestures over to where the book still lays discarded on the ground.

You roll your eyes and let out a grunt of dismay.

“It’s not a tantrum,” you whine childishly, “I’m just bored, and that book was dumb.”

He hums as he watches you sulk with your face pressed up to the rug. You’re incredibly charming, actually, and all he wants to do is reach down and pull you into his lap. Perhaps whisper comfort to you as he toys with you a little. Turn you into a gooey mess, both mind and body. He pushes those thoughts away, yet the way you look at him draws them back. You’re the picture of innocence with glistening eyes, body spread out on his rug as if you’re too dumb to care about the amount of skin showing. Perhaps you are; it doesn’t seem like you’ve even noticed that your skirt has now lifted enough for him to see the front of your white cotton panties.

He wants to tear you to shreds.

“Bored, hm?” he grunts out through gritted teeth. His hard cock is aching at this point. It’s a white-hot ache that sits deep in his balls. He can feel that they desire nothing more than to be emptied into you.

“Bored and restless,” you sigh as you let your fingers intertwine with Jongho’s fur.

Hongjoong hums in understanding, a grin rising to his face as you so graciously drop all the answers to his problems in his lap. He almost gets down onto the floor himself to kiss you, but somehow manages to hold himself back.

“I have an idea, little dove,” he says. “How about you go upstairs and see Mommy?”

And just like that, time seems to stop. The suggestion brings all of your attention to Hongjoong who is staring you down like a lion on the prowl. There’s a dangerous smirk on his lips, the man baring his teeth as if he’s about to go in for the kill. You gulp as you push yourself into a sitting position, feeling every part ‘prey’ as he seems predator.

“You think it’ll help?” you take in a sharp breath, “i-if I go and see… Mommy?”

“Of course, I do, little dove” he leans in close and grabs hold of your chin between his fingers. His fingers are a little cold to the touch, which sends a shudder through your body. The reaction you have makes him chuckle, “Now be a good girl and run along, won’t you? Daddy won’t be far behind.”

The second his grip loosens on your face, you’re scrambling to your feet and rushing out of the room. Your socks almost make you slip on the lacquered parquet. Hongjoong chuckles as you balance yourself before disappearing into the stairwell. You take the stairs two at a time, footsteps thundering through the house. There's no doubt in your mind that Seonghwa will give you a lecture about your volume the moment he spots you, but that’s at the back of your mind right now. All you can think about is what’s to come.

You step foot on the landing, practically skipping down the hallway until you reach the open doorway to an all-too-familiar room. You knock desperately, not bothering to wait for a response before pushing it open and stumbling inside of the master bedroom.

Immediately your eyes hone in on Seonghwa, lying on the bed in all his glory, nothing but a black tulle robe to cover his lithe body. His wet hair hangs over his forehead in elegant waves, dripping droplets of water down his nose as he relaxes. Despite your desire to have him take you in any way he deems fit, you can’t help but stop for a second to admire the view.

“I thought I heard you coming,” his silken voice beckons you in like a siren. You follow it, stepping closer to your doom with every step, “although it wasn’t difficult. I’d be surprised if the people living four towns over couldn’t hear you.”

He locks eyes with you, dark pupils drawing you even further in. You shuffle toward him until you’re standing by his nightstand. A pretty hand reaches out to rest upon your waist, fingers dancing across the pastel material of your corset. Seonghwa reaches around the back to where the ribbon holds it in place and gives it a playful tug.

“I was just excited to see you,” you defend as he continues to play with the bow at the base of your spine, “Daddy sent me.”

The fingers pause for a millisecond before going back to what they were doing. They pull at the ribbon, tempting it looser and looser the longer they play. You have no doubt the bow will slip open any time now.

You can’t find it in you to care.

“And why did Daddy send you to me?” His lips are pretty as he talks, plush and pouty with a natural red tint to them. He looks vampiric; black eyes, glassy skin, crimson lips. You move closer still until the mattress presses firmly against your thighs, “were you misbehaving?”

You shake your head at the suggestion. Bar the book, which Hongjoong wasn’t even there to witness you throw, you’d been nothing but a good girl. Perhaps a little disrespectful at times, but nothing Hongjoong couldn’t have handled quickly and efficiently by himself.

“No?” Seonghwa tugs you onto the bed as he speaks. The hand that rests on your body works hard to rearrange you until you’re straddling him prettily. He admires the way your tiny little skirt bunches up at the top of your thighs, revealing the wet patch at the front of your panties. His eyes can hardly tear themselves away, and his dick begins to stir beneath the translucent fabric of his robe, “perhaps he just thinks a good fucking is what you need, my lamb. Is that it? Do you need your Mommy to help look after you, hm?”

This time you nod. You’d love nothing more than for Seonghwa to take care of you - he always does it so well. So slow that you can’t help but become dizzy with desperation; so soft that you can’t help but feel like a precious artefact being studied under Seonghwa’s watchful gaze; so loving that you feel nothing but safe in his grasp, able to turn off your mind and just enjoy him.

Seonghwa.

And upon that revelation, the man finally lets the bow slip open. Your corset loosens, gaping a little at the top. Your tits help to hold it up, but as Seonghwa begins to work on loosening the ribbon, you feel it start to slip away.

“Arms up,” he says as he grabs the material. You do as he asks, and he wastes no time in setting your top half free. You know better than to try and hide yourself from him, so when you lower your arms once more they remain glued to your sides - just as Seonghwa’s eyes remain glued to your chest. “Pretty little lamb,” he whispers, his face remaining stoic but his words soft. You can tell he means them.

“Do you want to take your skirt off too?” You nod, “Go ahead then, lamb; mommy can't do everything for you.” And whilst you’re under the impression that Seonghwa can - and mostly does - do everything for you, you obey. Slipping off of his lap, your hands work on the zipper, easing it down until the skirt can no longer stay up. Without so much of a touch from you, it slips down your thighs, exposing your white panties completely. You remove the skirt the rest of the way, throwing it on top of your corset to create a messy little pile of clothes upon Hongjoong’s pillow.

You look to Seonghwa for further guidance, your restless mind seems to enjoy being told what to do. It craves the softness that you so often get from him. The gentle touch and the gentle words that soothe you. The strict instructions that stop you from having to think for yourself, Seonghwa and Hongjoong - Mommy and Daddy - taking care of you entirely. It’s exactly what you need right now.

“My darling lamb,” Seonghwa whispers as he holds his arms out for you. You shuffle forward slightly, allowing him to tug you into a horizontal embrace, “Whilst I do love you in the family colours,” you know he means black - he and Hongjoong so often dress you up in expensive black lingerie before a night of intimacy. they love making you ‘theirs’ in any way possible, and wearing the ‘family colour’ is just another way to do that, “I must admit that the way your pretty pussy slicks up these dainty white panties is a lovely sight.”

His hands work together, arranging your body in his grasp until you’re lying just perfect for him. Your head sits in the crook of one elbow, leaving his hand free to play with your hair. The other arm lays on the soft flesh of your tummy. You relax into his touch, despite the fact that his hand is already beginning to move south. Still, he makes every movement so intentional that when his fingers do eventually reach the wet patch on your panties, it only makes you relax even further into him.

“So wet, lamb,” he murmurs into your ear, “who caused this?”

Obviously, he knows the answer, but he can’t help but take the opportunity to tease you. To see you squirm under his gaze as he waits for your answer is so entertaining to him. He knows it’s even more entertaining when you begin to stutter as pleasure wracks through your body; he begins to draw lazy circles against your clothed clit.

“Y-you and daddy,” you reply, voice breathy as Seonghwa increases the pressure on your sensitive bud, “you a-always make me so wet, Mommy…”

He chuckles as he feels your hips twitch against his fingers. You want more, and whilst normally Seonghwa would have you wait for it, teasing you until he’s decided you're ready for it, he can’t help but want to indulge you in your desires now. You're so good for him, he thinks to himself as he changes the pace a little. As your face screws up in pleasure, a smile rises to his own.

He continues at that pace, gauging how you're feeling by your facial expressions and the pretty sounds you make. When you bite your lip or furrow your brow, he knows you want more and so he adds more pressure until your mouth gapes wide and little high-pitched moans come from the back of your throat. That's how he knows you're happy. That is what he always aims to achieve because his pleasure, and Hongjoong’s for that matter, often comes from yours. Making the sweet little creature that they’d so lovingly taken under their wing happy is all they truly desire.

And you are, happy that is; falling apart under Seonghwa’s gentle touch will always be where you’re happiest. It's even better when he finally slips your panties to the side and puts his warm, delicate fingers directly onto your clit. You let out a heavy sigh as he spreads your lips with his index and ring finger, giving his middle finger an open pathway to the little button that is practically throbbing with the need to be played with again. And when he touches it, this time directly, it's even more electric than it was before. A bolt of pleasure shoots through you and you struggle to pin yourself to the bed. Your spine arches as you let out a loud whine. Fuck, it feels so good, and he’s barely even touched you yet.

Seonghwa begins to rub circles again, only this time without any barrier to dull the sensation. Magical, is the only word that you can use to describe the way it feels, each tender touch sending shocks of lightning through your body. It's like you don't have control over it as your hips buck against his hand, socked feet desperately rubbing against one another as it will do anything to help you ground yourself. Nothing can help now, not when Seonghwa has you feeling so high with just a few simple touches.

It doesn't take long until you feel it building up inside of you, racing to the top of that peak quicker than you can comprehend. You can feel your hole clenching around thin air, desperately trying to grip onto nothing. Perhaps Weonghwa would finger your next, preparing you for whatever is yet to come. You think you’d like nothing more than to be spread open with his lithe fingers, and it's that thought that finally pushes you over the ledge.

Your orgasm hits as the door swings even further open and Hongjoong walks in just in time to see you squirming under Seonghwa’s touch. He smirks at the sight of his darling husband taking such wonderful care of their little love, caressing your hair as he guides you through the intense feeling that is flowing through your body so rampantly. His fingers slow to a stop at just the right second, leaving you a panting mess in his arms.

“What a time to arrive,” Hongjoong says, voice clear as a bell as he makes his presence known. Seonghwa, of course, noticed him the second he walked in; the pair always did seem to have this weird, almost telepathic thing going on. They told you it was just true love at work, which was something you wholeheartedly believed, “It always is such a beautiful sight to see you cum, my dove. I could watch it forever and never get bored.”

Seonghwa hums out a chuckle at that, “Now isn't that a novel idea, lamb!” He presses a kiss to your temple, “Perhaps we’ll have to do that one day; a full day of making you cum over and over and over again”

“Maybe, Mommy,” is all you can spit out in response to their teasing, nodding along as if you're not dreading the idea of a whole day of overstimulation. The two men smile at your eagerness to please despite your obvious displeasure. Perhaps they’d suggest it again when you aren’t as lust-drunk as you seem to be now. Their only goal at this moment is to satiate you, not fulfil their own fantasies. They could wait a little while to put those into play.

Hongjoong shrugs off his jacket before clambering onto the bed, effectively trapping you between the two of them. Just like Seonghwa, he takes a moment to play with the hair that frames your face. He twists a strand between two fingers before tucking it behind your ear. Upon closer inspection, he can't help but notice the H pendant that dangles from your lobe. He wonders if Seonghwa has noticed the matching S sitting in your other ear, yet. It always does make the tall man so happy to see you wearing one of the many gifts they shower you in.

“I have something for you,” Hongjoong says, the earrings acting as a reminder of the box he’s had stored in the drawer of his nightstand for what seems like forever, now. They had been waiting for the right moment to present it to you, but right now seems as ‘right’ as any, “would you like to see it?”

You watch as he leans over to pull open his drawer, fetching a black oblong box from its confines. The box itself is nothing of note, but he passes it to you with such care, and you just know that whatever is inside of it is special. Your eyes meet with his, asking for permission to open it. He gives you a single nod in return.

You slip the lid off of the box.

“Oh,” you whisper as you lay eyes on what appears to be a collar of some sort. A thin velvet band that locks with a clasp at the back and finishes with a delicate bow at the front. Intricate lace frills surround the velvet, giving the collar more volume, yet keeping its soft appearance. A pastel pink pearl drips from a tiny metal ring that sits at the centre of the bow. Behind it is a petite chrome plate embossed with the letters ‘H&S’ in a fanciful font. It's beautiful, and you can't help but tell them that.

“You like it?” Seonghwa asked, tilting your chin up so you were looking him in the eyes. With the most genuine smile you can muster, you nod, “I’m glad.”

You feel Hongjoong close in beside you. He reaches an arm over your body to pick the collar up with a gentle hand. The velvet shifts in the dim light that shines from the chandelier above, and it changes colour right before your eyes, from black to a beautiful shade of magenta. You seem to recall Seonghwa wearing a similar dress once upon a time. It was black, just like your collar, but whenever he moved, the fabric rippled and in doing so, caused it to shift into a deep crimson. He and Hongjoong had waltzed together that night. It's nothing out of the ordinary for them, but that night sticks out to you specifically because of the sheer beauty of Seonghwa's dress.

“We wanted to give you something to remind you that you are ours,” Hongjoong tells you, voice as soft as the velvet on the collar, “because you are. From the moment we saw you, we knew you were ours. From now until forever, dove.”

And with that, he presses the fabric to your throat, dragging his fingers along it until they reach the clasp at the back. He fastens it, fingers lingering for a moment before pulling away empty-handed. You struggle to hide your smile as your mind fumbles over itself, repeating ‘theirs, theirs, theirs,’ over and over as if the fabric pressing into your jugular wasn't enough of a reminder of that fact.

With your newfound sense of belonging that you hadn't even realised you were missing, you find it easy to lean forward and take what is rightfully yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you steal a kiss from Seonghwa. Upon feeling your lips bump against his, lacking the grace or elegance he was used to when initiating kisses himself, he can't help but let out a surprised squeak. He soon finds his feet, though, taking control back in a matter of seconds and pushing you back against Hongjoong’s solid body. The clothed chest acts as a support for Seonghwa as he wraps a hand around your throat, softly stroking the jewellery as he deepens the kiss.

A tongue slips between your lips as a hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties. You struggle to focus on the way Seonghwa licks into your mouth when Hongjoong tugs the white fabric down your thighs, fully exposing you while the two men remain at least somewhat covered. You shift your legs slightly to aid him in his mission of removing them fully, never once pulling away from Seonghwa. You might’ve mentally praised yourself for multitasking if it weren't for Seonghwa shifting his body slightly, hard dick now pressing against your lower stomach through the tulle of his robe. Just one flick of the wrist and it would be fully exposed, ready to slip inside of you.

You moan into Seonghwa’s mouth.

He pulls away, panting desperately as he regains breath.

“Hell above, lamb,” Seonghwa utters, adams apple bobbing as he exclaims, “You really are a most devilish creature under that innocent exterior, aren't you? Pouncing on me like a little bear cub, hm?”

You go to answer, a touch of snarkiness on the tip of your tongue. Barely a sound leaves your lips, though, as a finger presses into your core and your words turn into a long, drawn-out whine. The finger bottoms out pretty soon, and that's how you can tell it’s Hongjoong’s; shorter than Seonghwa’s by a mile, yet ever so slightly thicker. As he adds a second almost immediately, you can't help but moan at the stretch.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you keen. Your head tips forward, landing with a heavy thud against the exposed part of Seonghwa’s chest, “your fingers feel so good.” He curls them inside of you, tempting a tiny squark from your lips. Then he does it again, routinely twisting them as he pumps them in and out. The sound they make as they swim amongst your gooey wetness is quite frankly obscene, but you find it hard to feel humiliated when so much pleasure flows through you.

Then you feel a second pair of fingers line up against your core, bullying their way in alongside Hongjoong’s. The stretch makes you choke on your spit, gurgling slightly as the longer pair brush against the squishy membrane of your g-spot. Like Hongjoong had moments before, Seonghwa begins to curve them slightly, petting your walls as his husband continues thrusting in and out.

The stretch is immense, almost reaching the familiar girth of Seonghwa’s cock. Like his fingers, it was long and whilst not necessarily thin, it didn't quite match up to the girth of Hongjoong’s. For that reason, you usually take Seonghwa first, but as you feel yet another finger press into your core, you can't help but wonder whether they’re prepping you to take Hongjoong first instead.

The fingers work together to open you up, spreading you wider than usual. You don't complain, letting them do whatever they choose with your body while you lay there limp and ready for them to take in whatever way they deem fit. They know your body well enough for you to give them full control. You trust them with yourself fully.

Hongjoong slips his three fingers out, and before long you can hear slurping above your head. Seonghwa’s fingers stutter within you, and you can’t help but feel a little curious. You flick your gaze to Seonghwa’s face, jaw dropping upon seeing his lips wrapped around Hongjoong’s digits, licking them clean of your juices. His eyelashes flutter gracefully against his porcelain-smooth cheeks, and even with his husband's fingers down his throat you can’t help but think he’s beautiful.

Hongjoong pulls them loose with a pop and dries the mixture of your juices and Seonghwa’s spit against his suit pants before he unzips them, his cock springing free almost immediately. It’s angry and red with precum flowing freely from the tip as if it’s about to explode if it doesn’t get something soon. You reach an arm out to touch it, but Hongjoong darts a hand out to catch it.

He tuts.

“Patience, little dove,” he whispers with a smirk, “Mommy may have let you take what you want, but I still expect you to do as I say.”

He wastes no time in shifting down the bed, gracefully moving until the head of his cock is lined up with your core. You half expect Seonghwa to pull his fingers free, but he doesn't. Hongjoong’s blunt head presses into your still-stuffed hole, only just breaching the pink rim. It's a painful stretch with Seonghwa’s fingers still inside of you, but Hongjoong goes slow, allowing your cunt to accommodate him at its own pace. With Seonghwa still petting that one spot, you find it fairly easy to let pleasure take over, the pain becoming more and more bearable until it fades into nothing.

It feels like it takes an age for Hongjoong to bottom out. Despite his cock not being tremendously long - perhaps even a little shorter than average - it seems to go on forever as he pushes it into you. The delicious stretch combined with the constant assault on your g-spot sends you hurtling towards another orgasm. All it takes is for Hongjoong’s pelvis to finally come to a standstill against yours, his thick cock fully sheathed within your warm, wet cavern, and you're coming undone. Your walls tighten around him, pressing Seonghwa’s fingers up against the shaft of Hongjoong’s cock. The latter bows his head and lets his jaw go slack. A guttural moan falls from his throat as he tries his hardest not to cum on the spot.

“My darling lamb,” Seonghwa chuckles into your ear as he slows his fingers to a stop. You're grateful for the break in stimulation, although you know it isn't bound to last, “you’re so sensitive tonight. It makes me wonder how you might react when I’m inside of you too. I bet you’d like that, yes? Mommy and daddy inside of you at the same time?”

You nod, although you don't quite let the true meaning of his words sink in. All you know is that you want them both, so incredibly bad. Your passionate, commanding Hongjoong hand in hand with your caring yet fiercely protective Seonghwa; they’d keep you with them forever if you let them. You’d live in their macabre bubble, surrounded by their morbid warmth and ghastly traditions. Your days would be filled with them; Hongjoong could teach you to fence or play chess, and Seonghwa would no doubt teach you about all the deadly plants he keeps in his greenhouse. You’d spend your evenings watching them Waltz in front of the fireplace, a funeral march playing from their old megaphone. Perhaps you’d join them from time to time, pressed to Hongjoong’s front as Seonghwa directs your movements from the chez.

And once the evening activities have drawn to a close, they’d drag you upstairs to bed to take you apart piece by piece. Each night they would push you to the edge of sanity before slowly bringing you back down to earth. They’d treat you like the most precious thing on the planet; a ruby to be polished and protected.

You want it more than anything. Seonghwa and Hongjoong - mommy and daddy - forever and always.

“Want you, Mommy,” you whisper, choking on your own words as Hongjoong begins to pull out slowly until only the tip is left sitting within your velvety walls. You cry out as his hips snap forward, propelling his entire length into you once more. It feels so good, and Seonghwa takes the hint to begin moving his fingers once more. It drives you insane. Chants of ‘please, please,’ fill the air, although you aren't quite sure what you’re begging for.

Seonghwa looks to Hongjoong, who lifts his head to see the silent question on his lover's face.

“One more, Cara Mia,” he grunts out as he pistons his hips into you, “she’s so tight.”

“Of course, Mi Amor,” Seonghwa hums and a mere few seconds pass by before you feel a third finger press against your entrance. You squirm as he pushes it inside of you, wriggling its way inside beside Hongjoong’s cock and his other two fingers. It's a snug fit, but you find it much easier to get used to than the initially painful stretch of Hongjoong’s member.

And even with the third finger added, they do much of the same, Seonghwa gently massaging your walls as Hongjoong pounds into you. The force of his hips increases with each thrust, making your mind go hazy. It's only made worse when Seonghwa begins to spread his fingers within you, making you squeal. His hand that still rests behind your head quickly comes to sit upon your fluffed-up barnet, petting it soothingly as he stretches you out even further.

You're babbling nonsense at this point, but neither man pays it any mind as they work you open past what you thought to be your limit. They're encouraged by the tiny pleas, keeping up their pace as you’re faced with a third orgasm. Perhaps that was what Seonghwa was waiting for because as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers, he begins to slip them out. You whine at the loss, even though Hongjoong is still working hard to fuck you through your orgasm, whilst somehow still staving his own off. Seonghwa just hushes you with a small peck to the lips.

He puts a hand on your shoulder, shifting you and Hongjoong ever so slightly. Just enough so he can slip behind you, his warm chest pressing up against your spine. For a moment, you wonder what he's doing, but then the chiffon of his robe moves to expose his cock and you’re struck by a sudden realisation of what both at the same time actually means.

That would explain why they were so determined to stretch you out…

Hongjoong’s hips slow to a stop with his member still deep inside of you as you feel the head of Seonghwa’s brush against your entrance. You moan as he forces the tip in with only a small amount of resistance from your stretched-out pussy. The unpleasant burn of being opened up is there again, but you bite your lip and let Seonghwa push himself into you alongside Hongjoong. You know the pain will dissipate soon, having already experienced it once with Hongjoong just a short while prior, but holy fuck does it hurt right now.

A helpful finger - although, in your dizzy state you can't quite work out who’s it is - finds its way to your clit, rubbing firm yet somehow also delicate circles on the little bundle of nerves. As you focus on the pleasure you get from that, it’s fairly easy to forget about the unpleasant ache between your thighs, and within minutes you’re once more able to relax into the ministrations of the men.

You whimper as the taller man bottoms out much quicker than Hongjoong did; perhaps he was just desperate from having to watch his husband fuck you for a while first. His tip gently brushes against your cervix, pulling a gasp from your lips as you feel him grazing against the sensitive muscle. He shushes you in your ear as he slowly begins to move. His thrusts are lazier than Hongjoong’s, slower and gentler just as they always are. It suits him; he always had been more restrained and patient than his shorter counterpart who is also beginning to thrust into you once more.

The contrast between the way the two men treat your body, as well as the determined finger upon your button, is enough to drive you crazy. You’re left as nothing but a moaning mess between them, squirming as they fuck into you at different paces; Seonghwa slow and gentle and Hongjoong quick and animalistic. You’re putty in their hands at this point, purely there for them to use and pump full of cum.

It doesn't take long for Hongjoong to do just that.

“I’m close, my dove,” he groans into your ear, “your precious cunt is squeezing me so tight; I can't hold on any longer.”

Mere moments later, his hips stutter to a stop, his dick still deep inside of you. You know exactly what’s coming, but it still doesn’t stop you from moaning as you feel the thick, warm liquid fill you to the brim. Seonghwa only fucks it deeper, forcing the feeling of fullness upon you. You expect it to vanish any minute; Hongjoong will pull out and the cum will flow out with him.

He doesn’t, though; more accurately, Seonghwa doesn’t let him.

Just as you feel Hongjoong begin to retract his softening cock, the hand that lies against your pubis, fingers dancing upon your clit, shoots out to catch his hip. He whines, more pathetic than you’ve ever heard him before; it’s a beautiful sound, and you can’t help but clench around them when you hear it.

“Cara mia, please,” he whimpers, jaw opening wide in a silent moan as Seonghwa continues to thrust into you, cock rubbing repeatedly against Hongjoong’s own oversensitive member, “it’s too much.”

You’ve never seen him so submissive before, and you have to admit you find it hotter than you feel you should. The two of you moan out in unison, the combination of Seonghwa’s languid movements combined with the control he has over the both of you is enough to send you spiralling to the end. You can feel it coming, but with the lack of stimulation on your clit, you can’t quite get there. You open your mouth to protest, but then Seonghwa’s tip pushes through the milky cum to brush against your cervix, and your mind is once again empty.

“But you can take it, Mi Amor,'' Seonghwa taunts from behind you, voice low and velvety in your ear. In a last-ditch attempt to keep any semblance of your sanity, you let your hands shoot out to grab at Hongjoong’s black shirt. It’s damp with sweat beneath your hands, but as you squeeze the soft material between your fingers, you can’t find it in you to care. “You can take it so our little lamb can feel good; keep her stuffed full until her Mommy can cum inside of her too.”

Hongjoong nods wordlessly, too focused on panting his way through the overstimulation to form any words. Through hooded eyes you watch his face contort with pained pleasure, eyes squeezing shut and brow furrowing as your fluttering walls and Seonghwa’s twitching cock torture his sensitive shaft. He looks so beautiful, and while you know you’ll probably never have the chance to overpower him in such a manner, you're happy you can at least bear witness to it now.

And with the knowledge that Hongjoong will behave, Seonghwa moves his fingers back to your clit. They dive straight in, tweaking the throbbing bud in a way that draws a loud cry of pleasure from your lips. Your walls tighten around both men’s members; an action which has them simultaneously moaning in your ears. Knowing just how much of an effect you have on the two men encourages you to constrict them within your walls again.

It must feel good since that's all it takes to have Seonghwa come to a standstill inside of you, ropes of his cum emptying into your womb and mixing with Hongjoong’s. It's beautifully warm as it shoots up against your cervix. That alone is enough to have you clenching down on them once more.

Seonghwa grunts as you milk him dry, and the moment he's finished spilling his load inside of you, he taps Hongjoong’s hip to get him to pull out of you. Perhaps it's that - the final drag of their dicks against your walls - that pushes you careening off the edge into your final orgasm of the night. Your entire body tightens as your vision turns white for just a moment. You can feel your back arch and your hips buck as Seonghwa continues to toy with your clit, but it's like your mind is separate from your body, unable to control anything that it does in response to the mind-blowing climax.

He takes his fingers away at just the right moment, not wanting to push you any further than you already have been tonight.

Still, it takes a moment or two for you to come back down to earth, the remnants of the orgasm sending endorphins racing through your body as you try to catch your breath. It seems the men on either side of you are in the same boat, heavy breathing the only sound you can hear. It's pleasant to feel their chests rising and falling against you, but the comfort you gain from it doesn't take away from just how empty you feel now.

And perhaps it's that or the sudden crash of adrenaline that makes your throat tighten and tears begin to build up upon your lash line. The first one falls, pretty quickly, but it doesn't get very far as Hongjoong kisses it away. His lips linger against your face, relishing the way your hot skin feels against them.

“Why are you crying, my lamb?” Seonghwa whispers against your ear. His fingers lift up to brush against your face, swiping away another stray tear, “are you that happy?”

“Empty,” you correct, voice stuffy as you allow yourself to cry, “but, I guess happy too. How could I not be when I’m with you two?”

They both hum in amusement as they crowd you with their bodies. You’re stuffed between them; the weird pastel meat in an equally weird gothic sandwich, and you wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Not when you know now that you’re theirs, and they’re yours - the tag of the collar that dangles against your throat reminds you of that fact. You pick it up between your fingers, toying with the cold metal.

“I can’t do anything about you feeling empty, I’m afraid,” Seonghwa says, “but I’m certainly pleased you’re happy, my little lamb.”

“You could stuff me back up?” You say, only half in jest. Hongjoong scoffs and shakes his head in a desperate refusal; clearly, he’s still too sensitive.

Part of you wants to take advantage of that and tease him a little. It would be so easy to shuffle and ‘accidentally’ brush your thigh against his cock. If you’re careful, you’ll definitely be able to avoid suspicion, and if you get caught you doubt you’ll get much more than a warning. Still, as you look upon his face and see nothing but adoration, the thoughts seem to vanish into thin air.

You let go of your collar, pressing the hand against his cheek instead and use it to hold him in place as you peck the tip of his nose. The metal of the collar clinks as he scrunches his nose up in mock dismay and gently pushes you back into Seonghwa’s chest. You giggle, and its music to their ears; so soft and bright that if it belonged to anyone else, they would’ve found themselves put off by it.

Since it belongs to you, though, it's become their favourite sound.

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tagged - @vesvosmozhno

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Du sel !

Pour la trad, je pense qu'on a quand même fait quelques progrès, on est pas, à mon avis, sur du 100% reprise de la version américaine même si on est toujours pas sur un travail qui repose exclusivement, toujours à mon avis, sur la version japonaise.

Dans les dialogues de narration avant les chapitres, on est bien plus proche de la version jp, comme ça :

Chez Pat, Dedel va à Derdriu et Claude attend. Comme ça.

Chez nous, c'est Dedel lance l'offensive et Claude défend sa ville + "est ce que c'est la fin de l'Alliance"?

On est plus proche de la version jp trouduite qui donne ça :

Par contre, en ce qui concerne les Nabat��ens, de ce que j'ai pu voir, quand Pat écrit "Rhea Caca Boudin", soit on a en français "Rhea Caca" ou "Rhea bof".

C'est un petit peu mieux, mais enfin, c'est toujours de la version 4kids francisée quoi.

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Quoi?

Tu n'adhères pas au canon du capitaine, que Ionius était tout gentil et avait plein d'amoureuses, mais juste à cause des nobles pas gentils gentils tu vois, et qu'il était vraiment amoureux d'Anselma et qu'il s'est infiltré en Garreg Mach pour lui faire des bisous au sommet de la Tour de la Déesse?

Pas bien!

Ce qui me gène le plus, c'est que les stans sont à fond derrière les paroles de Dedel, même si elles n'ont aucun sens et encore je veux bien qu'on ponde des fanfics ou des headcanons, mais là, de la part de certains qui prétendent bien pouvoir lire entre les lignes et surtout, que de leur vision est canon, c'est juste...

C'est peut être moi qui lit entre des lignes inexistantes, mais le coup de Ionius "j'ai rien pu faire pendant que vous vous faisiez torturer c'est le gros monsieur chauve que j'aime pas qui est responsable pas moi conquiert Fodlan stp Dedel-chan" c'est grossier, surtout avec tout ce que le jeu balance concernant le "gros monsieur chauve" et le background de Lysithea (son background, pas son personnage !).

Mais bon, le(s) jeu(x) n'a/n'ont pas eu le courage de dire clairement que Dedel et son Pôpa racontent n'importe quoi pour trouver une excuse de conquérir le monde et éliminer tous les potentiels dissidents à la maison ou que la famille Hresvelg était peut être pourrie, mais enfin, on est assez grand pour comprendre que si Ionius est un pauvre type, ça ne veut pas forcément dire que Dedel doit pâtir de son aura, si?

Ca aurait en plus été un autre élément pour la waifuiser, elle s'est fait manipuler par son pôpa, la pauvre!

Mais non, à la place on a ce truc informe "faites vos propres décisions, moi je ne fais que mettre des pistes ici et là!"

20, 10 et 13 pour le "violence ask game"!

Salut ! Merci pour les questions ! Bon bah, de nouveau, on va partir sur du FE3H ! On a encore des choses à se dire avec ce jeu !

10 - La pire partie du fanon ?

Alors... pas où commencer... je dirais que la pire partie du fanon, c'est de penser que CF est une bonne fin et une route de héros alors que c'est clair et nette que c'est une route des méchants. C'est évident que les développeurs puis la traduction américaine (et donc la traduction française parce que, qui est l'idiot qui a pensé que c'était une bonne idée de faire une traduction de traduction et pas de prendre le texte original ?!) font tout pour cacher le plus possible que c'est une route des méchants mais, il reste des indices par-ci par-là (en plus du contexte ajouté par toooouuut le reste du jeu + le fait qu'on envahisse 2 nations neutres et qu'on finisse un génocide par pur racisme tout en étant aidé par un peuple de taupe maléfique fabriquant des armes à partir de restes humains) alors, ça me semble assez normal de l'écrire comme une route de méchants.

Mais nopes ! Une grosse minorité très (trop) bruyante est persuadée que c'est une route de héros, avec des héros très gentils et des méchants (les gens qui défendent leurs maisons d'une invasion) sont très méchants alors qu'on ai aidé par un peuple de taupe qui est méchant et fait des expérimentations humaines mais, on les aide à finir l'extermination de leurs ennemis qui sont des méchants colonisateurs (soit un peuple de dragons restant tranquillement à Zanado à se faire dorer au Soleil ou partageant leurs technologies pour aider les autres sans rien demander aux autres, à part qu'on les laisse prendre des bains de soleil tranquille) MAIS, ne vous en faites pas braves gens, on les poignardera dans le dos après la guerre et on les exterminera car ils sont méchants, même si on les a aidé à atteindre leur objectif ultime de brûler Fodlan... franchement, à part que l'amour (factice vu qu'El n'existe pas) d'un tas de pixel rend aveugle et qu'ils sont d'accord avec le fait de tuer tout le monde pour régler les problèmes, je comprends pas... c'est même une des raisons pour lesquelles j'ai commencé à écrire des fanfics que je postais sur Tumblr : je voulais écrire ma propre route CF (paix à son âme de cette fic, nous ne t'oublierons jamais) mais avec ma propre vision du canon et en assumant que c'est la route des méchants (et vu qu'on est chez moi, avec une El grosse gamine car j'aime les méchants immatures, c'est comme confier le bouton de l'arme atomique à un enfant de 5 ans et attendre de voir ce qu'il va faire).

Pour aller avec le point précédent, il y aussi la transformation des agarthans comme de pauvres petites victimes par cette partie du fandom car, Sainte Delagarde doit être aussi immaculée que les plumes de la blanche colombe (et ses cheveux après les expériences agarthannes) et donc, elle ne peut pas s'allier au mal absolu. Encore, qu'on montre les agarthans muets, le peuple sur lequel règne Thalès et les petites mains comme des victimes, pourquoi pas, ils n'ont rien demandé ou n'ont fait que suivre sinon, c'est la mort (même si c'est un énorme débat moral de savoir si oui ou non ceux qui ont "juste" obéis à des ordres horribles sont responsables ou non, je vais pas trancher ici), je veux bien et je le fais moi-même MAIS, avec des agarthans originaux qui n'ont jamais rien fait de mal à l'écran et volontairement. Mais, pas Thalès qui est littéralement le chef qui a décidé de tout, Solon qui tue volontairement Kronya pour le bien de leur plan et est responsable de l'épidémie rendant les gens complètement fou à Remire, ou Kronya qui prend plaisir à tuer tout le monde et a volé l'identité de Monica pendant des mois. C'est eux qui ont décidé de tellement bombarder une région à coup d'armes atomiques que ça a créé Ailell ma parole ! Evidemment que leurs actes doivent avoir des conséquences et que ce ne sont pas que des pauvres petites victimes !

Est-ce qu'ils avaient leur raison aussi ? Peut-être mais je m'en cogne. Ils ont transformé une région entière en enfer de lave, ont créé un monstre, ont génocidé une espèce entière et ont utilisé leur sang et leurs os pour créer des armes surpuissantes pour installé leur monstre comme maitre de Fodlan afin de tout faire brûler parce qu'ils n'étaient pas content qu'on leur tape sur les doigts pour avoir ravagé Fodlan, je vais pas les plaindre, même si ça se sent que leur traitement de faveur vient de leur association avec El.

13 - La pire blorbofication ?

La manière dont Delagarde est vu comme une pauvre pitchoune toute triste, faut la prendre sur tes genoux pour lui caresser la tête et la consoler comme un gros bébé ? Oui, c'est de loin le pire cas de blorbofication que j'ai jamais vu ! Et il est dans le jeu lui-même ! Les développeurs ont blorbocifier leur propre personnage ! (mais bon, c'est leur chouchoute après tout)

Sinon, à part Delagarde dont j'ai déjà pas mal parlé, je dirais que les pires blorbofications que j'ai vu dans FE3H, c'est pour les pères pourris / persos masculins pourris alors que les persos féminins n'ont pas le droit à cette indulgence.

Prenons Rufus, même avant que Nopes en fasse un pauvre miaou miaou parce que "les emblèmes sont le maaaalll !!!". Qu'on le prenne en pitié, d'accord, je veux bien comprendre qu'on le trouve pitoyable car il a perdu son frère de manière horrible donc, logique qu'il soit dans un sale état... mais d'un autre côté, il est quand même régent, c'est lui qui tient la barque et c'est lui qui a laissé le royaume pourrir sur place et de ce qu'on en sait, il n'a rien fait pour empêcher le massacre des duscuriens. Et dans tous les cas, frère mort ou pas, il est aussi un coureur de jupons de niveau olympique, avec toutes les potentiels conséquences que ce type de comportement implique (genre, grossesse accidentelle et possible bâtards bien planqués dans la nature et vivent dans la honte de leur statut de bâtards).

Dans tous les cas, il a laissé son pays à l'abandon, son neveu tout seul dans son coin avec sa maladie mentale, laissé les duscuriens se faire massacrer et a préféré se noyer dans l'alcool ou le foutre. S'il ne voulait pas de son rôle de régent et n'était pas intéressé par le pouvoir (point que je trouve bien plus intéressant et moins classique que "frère A envie le pouvoir de frère B" en n'ayant quelqu'un qui ne veut pas du pouvoir et est très content d'échapper à ses responsabilités), il aurait surement pu confier les rênes du pouvoir à Rodrigue ou quelqu'un d'autre, ce serait surement possible (surtout pour d'aussi grande famille et même le jeu aurait pu faire son ouin-ouin en disant "il a donné le pouvoir à quelqu'un à emblème car, tout le monde ne pense qu'à ça !!!"). Même s'il ne voulait pas le pouvoir, il est fils de roi, frère de roi, oncle de roi alors, ses privilèges de naissance s'accompagnent de devoirs et il se doit de servir le Royaume, pas ses propres intérêts (encore une fois, sans vouloir faire ma rouge de service, selon moi, le dirigeant doit servir ses sujets avant lui-même, pas le contraire). Rodrigue aussi a vécu la même perte, a même dû la subir sans pouvoir rien faire et en devant obéir au roi mais, il arrive à tenir malgré tout et à continuer à être un être humain décent et à s'en faire pour son peuple, sa famille et même la famille des autres avec Dimitri.

Alors, je ne comprend pas le côté "pauvre miaou-miaou Rufus, il est kro triste, sombre et torturé TT_TT" qu'on retrouve à gauche à droite. Je sais pas, on a une horde de stans prêts à tout pour nous enfoncer leur Bible et leur Sainte Parole hurlant que soit Rhéa est trop intervenu dans les affaires humaines si ça les arrange, soit qu'elle n'a pas assez fait pour encadrer les humains qui faisaient n'importe quoi quand ça les arrange plus mais, pour Rufus, c'est le calme plat et pauvre miaou miaou alors qu'il a vraiment la responsabilité des faerghiens et les laissent dans la panade jusqu'au coup... vraiment, je comprends pas.

Ces remarques peuvent également s'appliquer à Ionius en dix milles fois pires et avec la même vénération de la part des fidèles de sa fille alors que des personnages de pères biiiiien meilleurs se reçoivent des tomates pourries (voir mes réponses précédentes à ce jeu de questions) et des femmes (quand elles ont la chance de pouvoir exister dans le cadre) qui se reçoivent aussi les condamnations du monde entier pour avoir fait bien moins pire (Tiana mise à part mais, elle est décrite comme étant plus masculine que féminine et a l'image de la "maman cool et badass" vu que Claude en parle en bien et qu'elle a "vaincu" Nader en combat singulier [car évidemment, c'était un combat "juste, à la régulière et sans aucune pression" entre la reine de son pays et un général qui ne risque pas du tout sa place s'il gagne et humilie donc la reine, bien sûr])

20 - une partie du canon que vous avez trouvée fastidieuse ou ennuyeuse ?

Hum... encore une fois, c'est surement prévisible mais, je dirais que c'est toute la surcouche de "au mon Dieu, pauvre El ! C'est trop injuste de la combattre !!! 😭😭😭" et tout le parasitage de l'intrigue et de l'univers que cela implique. ça va aussi avec le fait que le jeu use et abuse de la technique des narrateurs non fiables alors, c'est très facile pour les gens de hurler que toutes les versions se valent (enfin la leur plus que les autres), alors qu'on a des preuves qui démontre par A + B que les choses se sont déroulés d'une telle manière et pas d'une autre.

L'univers de 3H est ultra intéressant, il aurait pu faire un monde et un lore très fourni et intéressant entre les nabatéens, les agarthans, les origines de Sothis, les rapports entre les différentes factions internes et pays à l'extérieur de Fodlan, l'Eglise... mais, vu que tout doit se concentrer sur Delagarde, ses petits problèmes de petite princesse pourrie gâtée qui fait un caprice parce que son pays ne règne plus sur le continent et que ça fait bobo à son égo biberonné à la propagande nationaliste de son papounet, et que le monde entier se plie sous elle afin de soutenir son discours même quand des éléments objectifs le démonte entièrement, le tout en devant aussi en faire une waifu toute gentille et fragile qui a tellement besoin d'aide pour conquérir le monde, afin que le joueur veuille en faire sa poupée vivante à câliner tout en devenant le chevalier blanc de sa demoiselle en détresse (car honnêtement, c'est ce qu'elle est dans CF, une demoiselle a sauvé de ses propres décisions pour que son chevalier servant qui vaincs tous ses ennemis et la "délivre" d'un "méchant" dragon, on pourrait presque le rapprocher d'une version corrompu du mythe de Saint George qui vainc un dragon / mal mais, où c'est le démon qui a forme humaine et la foi et le bien qui ont une forme draconique [et la comparaison avec une histoire chrétienne va encore mieux vu la manière dogmatique dont ses stans répandent la bonne parole de leur idole, on dirait vraiment des prêcheurs d'une religion ou d'une secte genre témoin de Jéhovah mais évidemment, ils sont anti-religion et ultra athés et indépendant d'esprit, ne vous en faites pas, c'est juste qu'ils n'aiment pas celle qui n'est pas la leur]) et avoir une sensation / fantasme de puissance car, il arrive à conquérir le monde alors que le texte lui dit qu'il est l'out-sider (là où la réalité des faits internes à Fodlan est qu'il arrive, Delagarde se réveille après avoir passé 5 ans à se lamenter en griffonnant son portrait et en se gavant de bonbons, et balaye le monde entier avec l'armée la plus puissante du continent. Clairement, il n'aurait pas fallu d'ellipse pour CF, ça rend Delagarde encore plus incompétente et pathétique qu'elle ne l'ait déjà dans cette route).

(et vous voyez les gens qui hurlent à "MARY SUE !!!" dès qu'il voie Ray dans Star Wars [dans les deux films de la postlogie... quel 3e film ?], ça c'est une Mary Sue : l'univers se tord autour d'elle pour la servir et n'existe plus pour lui-même comme une entité indépendante où le personnage évolue et s'adapte à lui)

Honnêtement et c'est très triste à dire, si l'antagoniste avait été un homme, on n'aurait eu bien moins de problème : le jeu aurait assumé que c'est un méchant, il n'aurait pas tout fait pour nous faire regretter de le combattre ou l'aurait fait d'une manière plus raisonnable / subtile avec de bien meilleur raison que juste "on est triste parce que c'est Delagarde et osef de toooouuuut ce qu'elle a fait comme assassiné des gens ou qu'on la connait à peine. Tu dois être triste de la combattre parce que ça doit être ta waifu... comment ça on a des femmes / des hommes gays / des aroaces / des gens qui n'aiment pas El car c'est une sale pourriture de conquérante impérialiste dans le public ?", et l'univers aurait sans doute pu se déployer sans devoir prendre en compte la donné "Delagarde" à chaque instant et à chaque élément, ce qui aurait moins donné cet aspect "univers en carton pate qui n'existe que pour l'histoire". Voir CF n'existerait tout simplement pas et on aurait pu garder le budget pour améliorer le reste du jeu vu que bon, il en aurait bien eu besoin pour s'améliorer techniquement, ou pour faire d'autres cartes, ou pour avoir plus de cinématique (mort de Rodrigue / scène sous la pluie / aveux de Rhéa...) ou pour donner une vraie histoire indépendante à VW.

[queer-dinos]

Some marauders headcanons;

Remus is tallest, he’s 6’2

James is 5’10-5’11

Regulus is 5’7

Sirius is 5’6

Lily is 5’5

Peter is 5’2

- Lily makes a habit of keeping chocolate in her bag, both for herself and Remus

- Lily’s period actually syncs with the full moon (our most even-keeled members becoming moody messes together every month)

- Lily was originally friends with Remus and Remus only, it took her years to warm up to the Marauders

- Lily is the first person Remus comes out to. She’s his safe space

- Lily and Remus refuse to do chores magically. It drives their pure-blooded boyfriends insane

- Remus likes to take Sirius to muggle record shops. Sirius loves Queen and AC/DC

- one day, Sirius and Regulus decide to switch uniforms for fun. By the end of the day the marauders have managed to convince half the school that Sirius had always been Slytherin and that Regulus had always been Gryffindor. it gets even better when they can easily switch quidditch uniforms as well, as both simply say ‘BLACK’ on the back

- Lily’s last name is actually Evans-Potter, but no one outside of the marauders and Minerva McGonnagal really acknowledges that.

- Jily and Wolfstar buy flats next door to each other. It’s not uncommon to find Sirius and James sleeping on the couch at Chez-Wolfstar, or Remus and Lily having tea in the kitchen of the Evans-Potter house on early mornings.

- Regulus has his own room in Chez-Wolfstar

Ethnicities/Nationalities:

- Sirius and Regulus are French. They’re both fully bilingual and often have conversations completely in French for privacy purposes. Sirius likes to flirt with Remus in French

- Remus is Welsh on his mum’s side, and Polish on his dad’s

- James is 1/2 Indian from his dad’s side, but the Potters had lived in the UK for at least 3 generations before James was born. His mother is British

- Lily is Irish and Dutch, with a little bit of German and French in there too. Her family has lived in Britain for two generations before Lily

- Peter is 1/4 Belgian and 3/4 Dutch

-Lily spent years teaching herself BSL, and taught basic signs to the Marauders

- James is super ADHD

^^^so are the Black brothers, just less severe

- Sirius has severe trauma/PTSD from his parents. There are times where he hides in his bed for 2-3 days. He’s sensitive to loud noises

-Regulus, however, hates silence. It reminds him too much of the times he had to magically soundproof his bedroom when Sirius and their parents got into screaming matches, or worse, to cancel out Sirius’ screams and cries as their mother tortured him

-Sirius and Regulus have tattoos of their constellations

Sexualities/Pronouns:

- James: pan, he/him

- Sirius: gay, he/they

- Regulus: bi, they/he

- Remus: bi, he/him

- Peter: aro/ace, he/him (doesn’t mind they/them tho)

- Lily: pan, she/they

[flowery-laser-blasts]

DINE 'N CRIME: SHE'S GOT THE GREEN MAGIC

This recipe is part of the menu of 'Chez Molerat vs Dine 'n Crime'.

HOW TO PREPARE THE TAPIOCA. Ingredients: - Black Tapioca pearls - Brown sugar (2 to 3 tbsp)

Black Tapioca pearls can be easily purchased from local Asian grocery stores or online. The brand I use is 'Wu Fu Yuan black Tapioca pearls - black sugar flavour' (they also have other colours). Despite it's name, it doesn't hold much flavour by itself hence why we need the brown sugar. Want to make your own Tapioca pearls from scratch? Follow this great recipe by Emmymade (I tried it myself, it was fun and pretty tasty, but I only recommend doing this when you got time on your hands). Instructions: - Cook the Tapioca pearls as instructed on the package (or according to Emmy's recipe). - Once fully cooked, drain the pearls from the liquid and add 2 to 3 table spoons of brown sugar. - Cook the tapioca in the sugar on low/middle low heat until the crystals are disolved and you end up with a thick syrupy consistency. Be careful to not burn the sugar, keep stirring! - Turn off the stove and set aside. HOW TO PREPARE THE MATCHA LATTE. Ingredients: - Milk (Less than 1 cup/Less than 200ml... at least for this glass) - Hot water (1 to 2 tbsp for mixing the Matcha powder) - Matcha powder (2 tsp) Matcha powder, like the Tapioca pearls, can be obtained from said places. If you do NOT like the taste of Matcha, alternatively you can switch it out with Melon (specifically Cantaloupe or Honeydew) powder or Pandan. If you use the Pandan powder, make sure it's specifically for 'instant milk drinks'. These two alternative methods might also give you a way greener result than the Matcha. Instructions: - Combine the hotwater with Matcha powder in a seperate cup. If you have a powerdrill, now is the time to use it; If not, I suggest either a hand held milkfrother or a spoon (if you use a spoon make sure that the Matcha is thorouhgly dissolved). If you use the Melon or Pandan powder, this same step counts unless the instruction package tells you otherwise. - Once the Matcha is dissolved, add the Milk and stir it well until fully combined. PREPPING AND DECORATING THE GLASS - Using a spoon, pick a few Tapioca pearls from the syrup and slowly let them slide along the walls of the glass. Use the syrup to decorate more parts of the inside. - Add the Tapioca pearls (and optional ice cubes/crushed ice). - Pour the Matcha latte in the glass. - Foam Milk with the milkfrother and add ontop of the drink. - Drizzle the left over sugar syrup over the top and serve! So you must be wondering, dear reader; "Why don't I see the Milkfoam on top of the photo?" The answer is simple... I was out of Milk by the end of making this drink and if I were to make this, again (yes, this is my second attempt to make a pretty glass for just a photo) I could never fit into a size six.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this recipe!

"Cousin tried to poison me but the texture was good. 2/5."

[ellieclaireblack]

sanctuaire | sanctuary

sanctuary | noun your safe and peaceful haven a comforting place of refuge and rest in a noisy, chaotic world

{brother's best friend | fem!reader x james potter} ⪼ warnings: mentions of abuse, panic attack, disorderd eating ⪼ word count: 2k

part two: unforgivables playlist

story: sanctuaire | sanctuary

“What in the world is going on?” I got awoken by a shout and shot up. James beside me stirred and we were faced with Sirius’ face in ours.

“What are you doing here?” my twin brother faced me. 

“Sirius, I can explain.” I got up from the bed, but Sirius was already walking away, clearly hurt. I didn’t see any reasoning behind his actions but there was no way to stop him. Shouting his name several times helped nothing, except for waking even Peter, who was sleeping like the dead normally.

I sank to the floor and put my face in my palms. Suddenly two lanky arms wrapped around me. “Hey don’t despair, he’s going to calm down. You know how he gets and he’s hurt too.” Remus told me. “The two of you just need to talk.” James spoke up from the bed.

“Yeah but he’ll have to come to me, I definitely won’t make the first step. Not after him overreacting like that.” I told the two still feeling hurt. It wasn’t just Sirius not wanting to listen to me. There was just so much bottled up rage and fear inside of me. Fear that we might not surpass this, that our relationship might never be fixed again. Rage that my mother was such a terrible person, that my dad didn’t do anything against her. It was incredibly frustrating knowing you couldn’t help the one person you looked up most to, even more frustrating not being able to talk to that person even if you needed their opinion most.

“y/n please don’t be as stubborn as him, you know that way you’ll never get over this.”

“Believe me Rem I’m trying. Now I’ve got to get back to my dorm. I need to make myself ready for school.”

“Wait, I'll bring you down with my Invisibility Cloak so nobody gets suspicious of you wandering around in your pajamas.” I looked down at my body and realized what I was wearing, the cut of my pajamas was revealing quite a lot of my cleavage and due to the cold my nipples poked through the fabric. I crossed my hands over my chest and nodded at James to get up. He got the cue and we made our way to the dungeons.

“Nightbane” I whispered the password to the common room, squeezed James’ arm and slipped inside knowing I would see him later. 

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I went up to my room and quickly got dressed, since it was a school day I wore the school uniform. In the bathroom I met Flo who looked like she was about to throw up on me.

“Bonjour, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chez vous? [Good morning, what’s wrong with you?]” I asked her switching into French, all children of the Sacred 28 spoke it fluently and sometimes we would switch into talking it without noticing. 

Flo made a sound that sounded close to hurling and pressed out “Sick.”

“Merde! [Shit] Give me 5 and I’ll get you to the infirmary.” I exclaimed and proceeded to make my hair via a few spells and brush my teeth. Applying perfume was the last step. 

Then I grabbed Florence’s hands and pulled her up. With most of her weight leaning on me I quickly fetched my bag filled with school essentials and we were on the way to the infirmary. 

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After I left Flo in Madam Pomfrey’s hands I made my way to the great hall. I found Theo and Adam and sat beside them. I sipped on my tea when I felt eyes staring at me. I deduced it was my twin brother and his entourage. Not shooting Sirius another look I got up again not having touched my toast and made my way to our first class of the day.

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Miss Aurelia Granville, a former auror, taught the Defence against the Dark Arts class. Consisting of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Can you believe my bad luck? 

Beside me was an empty seat, that’s where Flo usually sat. The first day back and she was already sick I couldn’t endure the day without her. The scraping of a chair startled me and I looked up to find James’ boyish grin smiling at me. The corner of my mouth quirked up but fell down as soon as I saw my brother behind him. It turned into a frown when I realized a few of my fellow Slytherins would report me sitting next to a Gryffindor to my dearest mother.

James sat down nonetheless and before I could protest Professor Granville entered the room. "Good morning class. I hope you had an amazing holiday. Today we're going to talk about the Unforgivable Curses."

In half a second all of the color drained from my face. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and my heart beat so fast that it hurt. Every curse my mother threw at me came crashing down. Every part of my body ached feeling the strike of the Cruciatus Curse on my body.

"First of all can anyone tell me how many unforgivable curses are." "Three Miss." Remus answered. "That's correct, Mr Lupin."

"And who can tell how those three are called?" Everyone remained silent not wanting to speak up and saying those three words, scared it would have an effect on the speaker itself. “No one? Come, Miss Black I know you know this."

My eyes shot uo. Why of all the students did she have to pick me? "There's the Avada Kedavra curse, for instantaneous death. The Imperio curse, for total control. And-'' My fingers shook violently now. "The Cru-Crucio curse, for excruciating pain." "Well done Miss Black. 10 points to Slytherin."

I hid my hands under the desk, but it was too late. James had already seen them. Tears were forming in my eyes and James grew more anxious by the second. It felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. Minutes passed and the only thing I heard was the blood rushing in my ears. I could see Professor Granvilles lips moving but couldn’t understand a single she was saying.

I had to get out of here. "Professor Granville?" I said raising my hand, doing my best to keep it from shaking. "May I be excused for a moment." With a nod from her I shot up and hurried out of the classroom. 

Running now, the tears were streaming down my face and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I hid in a corner trying to even my breath. Nothing worked. Over the last few years panic attacks were nothing unusual for me, but not at Hogwarts. This was the only place where I felt safe, except when the reminder of reality got to me in the form of letters from my parents.

Time seemed to stop moving and I still couldn't stop shaking. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm. Looking up I spotted James. Worry and concern etched into his features. "y/n, what's going on? Please talk to me." He pleaded.

When he realized I couldn't answer him, because I was having a panic attack he knelt down on the ground in front of me and took my face into his hands. "Mimic my breathing. Come on, you've got this." I did as he told me and slowly felt like I could talk again.

"Tell me five things you see come on."

"You..., a window, my shoes, the ground..., a painting." I slowly got out. "You're doing great love. Five things you hear come on." "You, my heart, the clock ticking, uh- the wind outside and—and the steps of the other students." "Amazing y/n, are you okay again?"

"Yes I uh think so. Thank you J." He pulled me into a hug holding me close.

The bell rang and I realized I missed the whole lesson, that's probably why James went looking for me. All of a sudden Sirius was standing in front of us. Looking just as worried as James earlier.

“What the hell did she do to you?” He nearly shouted, I winced at his loud words and some more tears spilled down my cheeks.

Sirius crouched down beside me and took both of my hands into his. Looking me deep into my eyes he told me “y/n tell me this instant before I lose my mind, please.” James shot confused glances between us.

“I, Sirius, I- can’t.” Was all I got out squeezing his hands slightly. Overwhelmed from all the crying and memories rushing over me. Overwhelmed from being so close to my brother again. My everything, even though I never meant the same to him, he’s the person I’d move mountains for.

“James, could you leave us for a minute” Sirius told his best friend and James shot up and was gone so quickly you could think he’d never been there. Now it was just Sirius and I in the little alcove. Luckily it was so secluded that nobody was able to spot us. I couldn’t have the whole school seeing me having a breakdown.

“Come on now, Dimples. It’s just the two of us.” He said, calling me by his childhood nickname for me.

I took a few deep breaths steading me. “The night- uh when you.. left. Walburga went berserk. Never in my life have I been so scared of her. She banned Reggie to his room thank god and then took most of her anger out on me. She threw some Unforgivables in the mix and today just brought back a lot of memories I guess.”

Sirius looked stunned for a moment before he gathered himself to answer me. “I- oh god. y/n/n I can’t believe she did that. I mean I’m used to a few curses from her, but Unforgivables. I- it’s all my fault and I’m so sorry. But you know I couldn’t have stayed any longer. She-”

“I know how she is. I get it, believe me I do. What I don’t get is why you couldn’t tell me you were leaving. Would it have been so hard? I know I don’t stand a chance against James. From the moment you met him, he was the sibling you never had. But guess what you have two siblings. You were Reggie’s and my role model growing up, never backing down from Walburga. I get it was hard and when you finally found James you could just forget about Reg and me for some time. I know how hard everything was for you. But that doesn’t justify your actions.”

“You really think that?” A tiny nod from me was all it took for him. I could see his heart break right then and there. Millions of tiny splinters. Years of realization washing over him. “Oh. Oh y/n. You can’t be for real. You and Reg were always my priority. James may be my brother in spirit, but the two of you- I could never not for one minute forget about you. Since day one you’ve been a part of me, infused in my every vain and the day Reggie was born even at two years old I vowed myself to always love and protect him. I never wanted to make you feel like I loved you less, when the both of you are the people I love most in this entire world.” 

A tear spilled from his cheek, mirroring my feelings. To all the people saying communication is key. Wow. One talk and years of insecurity and doubt faded into the background. I reached out and hugged my twin as hard as I could. Never wanting to let go again. He reciprocated the embrace and we spent some minutes sitting there. The worries about our parents, our differences, our fight being unimportant for now.

a/n: i'm back guys. did you miss me? i haven't been inspired lately and incredibly stressed but i finally got back today. i'll try to upload another part maybe even today (i'm in a flow rn) xoxo and lots of love ellie <3 p.s. it's only half proof read so i hope i didn't make any mistakes

[abrokenherocomplex]

(prequel) before the dawn

prequel to in the dark

The villain stirred awake, blinking to adjust their eyes to the darkness before they clicked on their bedside lamp. Illuminated opposite them, the hero thrashed in their bedsheets crying out wordlessly. The villain shook their head as if to be sure it was not a dream. When was the last time they’d seen their roommate in their own bed?

The villain had assumed the hero had been sleeping somewhere else. Chez some paramour or other – the hero certainly wasn’t lacking in that department. This was different. And certainly not a dream.

Their feet hit the cold floor before their brain could keep up. They approached the hero’s side of the room as the hero thrashed again with a wordless cry.

Wincing, the villain shook the hero’s shoulder. At the touch, the hero gasped awake, sitting up with such force that the villain stumbled back a step. The hero looked around wildly, trying to take in their surroundings.

“It’s okay, you’re alright,” the villain’s first instinct was to sooth, approaching softly. “Uh, you’re in the dorm,” they tried.

Sweat slicked the hero’s brow. They trembled, though the rise and fall of their chest slowly evened out after a moment.

“I-” they managed. “I was dreaming, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry,” the villain replied cautiously. “Are you… alright?”

“I’m fine,” the hero replied, rubbing a hand over their tired eyes. “Really, you can go back to bed.” They pointedly didn’t make eye contact.

The villain raised their eyebrows. “So, you can wake me up with another nightmare?”

“I don’t need you to sooth my nightmares.”

“Fine. I take it you’ve been sleeping well, then?” The villain pushed.

“Oh, shove off.”

“I’m just asking. Since I never see you, you know, actually sleep.”

The hero was silent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The villain asked against their better judgement.  

The hero gave them a half-hearted glare.

“No soothing nightmares, I got it.” The villain replied, their hands up in surrender.

“You’re mocking me.”

“I’d never.”

The pillow hit the villain’s face before they could react. Even at – they glanced at the clock – 4 in the morning the hero had impeccable aim.

“Fine,” the villain said, shoving the pillow back towards the hero. “Good night.”

The hero turned over, grumbling something about roommates and minding their own business.

It wasn’t ten minutes after the villain had switched off the bedside lamp that the hero was awake again, jolting up in bed and gasping for air like it was their lifeline.

“What the fuck,” the villain said, switching the light back on and sitting up in their own bed. “What is going on?”

The hero pointedly ignored the villain’s stare as they forced breaths in and out.

“Fine, don’t tell me. Just interrupt my REM cycle why don't you - ” the villain deadpanned before they caught the hero’s gaze slide to the bedside lamp. “… Do you want me to keep this on?”

“That-” the hero caught their breath, nodding. “That would be good.”

The villain laid back down, studying their roommate. “Huh. You know everyone’s afraid of something. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

The hero squeezed their eyes shut, as if willing themselves to be anywhere but here. “Ah yes, the dark. Terrifying.” They attempted a light joke. It fell flat. “What are you afraid of, then?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

If anything, that seemed to snap the hero out of their semi panic. They glared at the villain; a challenge posed. “I would, actually.”

“I’m sure you’ll find out.” The villain turned over. “Go to sleep.”

Surprisingly, the hero did.

~

@excessive-vampires kind of what you wanted?

@written-by-jayy a tag for you <3

[lordadmiralfarsight]

I (main blog of avantlalettre) will butcher you my beautiful saber and throw your remains in a river if you dont publicly denounce vaspider for calling ME,a female of 16 years,a perverted man. And furthermore your soul shall go to hell afterwards where it shall forever be trapped in a pool of flie's larvae,ice,and human refuse wherein you shall be tormented by your demonic hosts and force to pursue the Adversary's standard through this ocean of purulence for the remainder of eternity. However you can avoid this if you denounce vaspider,apologize to me,and delete your reply

Don't be surprised that people assume you're a guy when the name of your blog is Karl prince of darkness, Karl is a typically male name and people are gonna assume, doesn't matter how long you've been a female.

I didn't see anything about perversion in Vaspider's reply, so I'm going to guess you tacked that on yourself and that it's your opinion of all men. Nice essentialism there dipshit, but switching "woman bad" with "man bad" doesn't make you a genious or anything close to good, it makes you a narrowminded asshole. As a man, vas te faire retourner par une chèvre, suce-merde.

I don't believe in your soul thingy, so your threats mean fuck all to me.

Even if I somehow took into account your worldview, calling you an idiot on the internet wouldn't justify that severe of a punishment, especially for eternity, so you claiming that shows you are either exaggerating or you have an incredibly inflated opinion of your own worth on a metaphysical level. Either way, your threats are worthless even in your own belief system.

Reading the first line made me wonder if I had somehow gotten a yandere stalker. If you want people to give you the time of day, try not to talk like a deranged lunatic.

The overly wordy way you write is also doing you no favor, as it makes you sound like a melodramatic twat. You don't sound smart, you sound arrogant. Just in case, and so you understand, here's a TL;DR in your own language : I, Farsight, Lord Admiral by the Grace of my Shipping Heart, do declare that your vile perfidy and obtuse demagoguery are most unwanted upon these hallowed piers, that your hackneyed threats are as void of meaning as the soul of a gull is of decency, that your biases are a stain most revolting and that your very presence is neither wanted, nor tolerated. Begone from my dock. Or, for normal people : blocked. And if you somehow contact me again, I will contact the police regarding the very real and actual death threat in the first sentence of this bullshit. And as I live in France, where death threats ARE legally penalized, that means legal consequences :) So fuck off my dock, and never come back. Vas te faire voire chez quelqu'un qui en a quelque chose à foutre de tes conneries.

[sgiandubh]

Cait was very emotional towards Sam during season 7 promotion

I wonder what she will look like during the promotion for the eighth and final season?!

Dear Emotional Anon,

A frantic local schedule forced me to switch off a bit, and I either missed a BIG something or just stepped into a time rift. Never mind and bless your heart, anyway.

You must be the same person regularly making the rounds, over and over again, with this same monothematic ask, every single time things are slow in here. At the moment, I am full with Shipper Mom's wonderful cheese pie (feta, eggs, mint, mascarpone & phyllo) & shamelessly sleepy. Thus, I can't really remember if I answered you already - I mean, I think I might have.

We agree C was emotional during S7 promo. It's plain to see why and I shall not discuss the obvious.

As for the eighth and final season, just two things: next promo will be the one for the second half of Season 7. It is next to impossible to know what she will look like during the promo for a season they have not yet started to shoot. Unless you'd expect fanfic from me - not this shop's specialty. At all.

If you need your cheap fanfic fix, go chez Marple - her acrid curiosity expanded now to the Norouzi & Khourieva Christmas Lollapalooza, which would be fun if it weren't really, really sad and none of our business.

So take it easy, Anon and get into that Xmas spirit, instead of projecting like crazy on C. They are fine. Trust me they are. The troll's stringent need to introduce the adventures of a sideline player into the plot should be enough evidence of my very confident S&C assumption.

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Basic math time for basic bitches who actually think Emberlynn is based on Medrano and will try to bring her actual face into it as "proof" (since we're resorting to being *that* petty...)

I'm so sorry to be the only one showing the work, but...

+

+

So obviously =

(Included because...Of course Nichols is that type of Tenderqueer, of course...)

And

But most importantly ...

Reasons/motives for this well deserved pettiness and revenge? Exhibit A:

(That bullshit not to mention Nichols defending the people snubbing her former employer and meetcute organizer...)

But most unfortunately for the fandom...

Exhibit B:

And Medrano just had to sit there and take what this fangirl who fell in love with this character design and voice actor of a gay spider was doing with her characters until Viv herself became uncomfortable enough to put a stop to it because the fandom ran it hard into the ground until these kinds of interpretations became fanon enough to do some serious irrepressible damage to perception of the fandom both in and outside of it? Not saying Ashley and Micheal's coupling was cringe but eh? Like ... Imagine falling in love with a fictional gay sex worker character you're helping animate so hard that that his straight ace voice actor becomes your boyfriend? And then you feel so protective over this character that's not yours and your boyfriend, who is yours, that when, inevitably, your boyfriend gets recast and you're both let go from this pilot job, your relationship with your former employer goes to shit? But your straightbro jock of a "third" that the fandumb culture also ships with you/your boyfriend, and has known/worked with your former employer far longer than both of you have, is caught in the middle of it...? So yeah I take it back, actually, Nichols ... Kinda cringe. Kinda spoiled. Kinda entitled. Not the vibe. But if this was an intentional ...stab... at Ashley and The Hunicast Culture it's kinda deserved. Lol.

But I'm telling you, now all we need is for Emberlynn's Boyfriend to be a stab at Micheal voiced by Blake so we can sit back and watch The Cult of Kovach go psycho.

The real question is ... Do we think Bosco would have the balls to voice like a jacked up parody of his hunicastsona who died of a brain injury playing college football or something and Emberlynn and her softdrink guzzling boyfriend Adopt Him TM because "we saw u frm across the bar at the Chunk E. Chez n dig ur vibe or wateva! ;3 <3" and the only reason Emberylnn even wanted to that is because she saw Blitz with Loona and wanted A Hellhound of Her Own and her boyfriend is jealous so he keeps trying to like, freeze this poor footplayers brain with soft drinks so he can stuff him in a freezer to switch bodies with him eventually so that Emberlynn will like him better, because they're Pinkle and The Brainfreezer, get it? And this poor WereDude is too brain damaged to escape the toxic polycule shenanigans and he doesn't explicitly want to be their third but eventually Emberlynn herself kinda grows on him like a tumor so he just submits to following her around. keeps her from getting into the more intense fights at the back of a denny or whatever at three am. kinda like a more "mature" Buttons and Mindy dynamic or whatever and aside from Emberlynn's jealous boyfriend with an inferiority complex constantly trying to switch bodies with him without Emberlynn noticing ...It's cute. It's fine.

But do we think Bosco would agree to voice that? I think he would .

Final piece of evidence to suggest Emberlynn specifically might be a parody of Ashley('s misconduct and handling of Viv's characters during Hunicast days...):

So... Ashley's main inspiration for 'Far Fetched' is Danny Phantom. right? And who's the most remembered character on Danny Phantom?

No one:

Absolutely no one:

Not a single soul:

A result from Ashely's own twitter that came up from 4years ago when I just searched up "Emberlynn Pinkle Ashely Nichols" to make sure nobody already made the hilarious connection I'm about to:

Like okay... If the blue and black fit, girl...

Knowing Viv, just add "lynn" to the end of a name if you want the perfect parody of someone ...

Blam. And you can take that joke after the joke you made out of Medrano's characters and got a boyfriend out of it too!

Look... All's I'm saying is I might be sheltered in this but I've never seen a femme vivizepop fan talk or behave like Emberlynn Pinkle does either outside of or before the hunicast popularized any of the weebshit behavior first, ever!

And again, if that short was a short Revenge Story, if you will, then... it's perfect!

[accidentallycurated]

chez le cavalier ~ wip #2

[willow creek rebuild, house no. 1]

day twooooo!! things got fun today - I feel like I really got in the groove of this style and my imaginary couple 🤸🏽

also added some scandinavian-adjacent elements and got nitpickey with furniture & clutter & color choices !

dining room:

here's an update on the dining room on day 2!

switched out the stairs, added some color and diff decor!

these red chairs (s/o midnight manor from @bostyny) gave me a great new of 'oh yeahhhh this is gonna be good' but also before that doing this dark olive-y green version of the white paint I started with (from @harrie-cc copenhagen part 1) also made me say 'oh yes please.'

also omg I'm dying to get my hands on part two and three of copenhagen it's everything I didn't know I was so desperate for from queen harrie!

oke next is kitchen:

like I could just die it's so pretty!

cabinets and their matching countertop/shelf situation is mcm kitchen from @pierisim, pretty much all the other clutter, appliances, etc are @harrie-cc @felixandresims and other @pierisim sets!

the level of detail in color and thought with the copenhagen set is just SO GOOD - there's a swatch in the painted wallpaper with the same green molding as the dining room and the cream wash in the living room, plus a greige kind of baseboard that of course is perfect. I did in fact squeal when I saw this swatch and how well it brought the two rooms together.

ALSO - let's talk about the sink. the sink! pierisim's mcm kitchen didn't come with a sink that worked well with the shelf situation, so I hunted around my other options. the winner was felixandre's chateau prep sink! the way it looks like the knobs come out of the marble is just chef's kiss. I need to fiddle around with TOOL to make the sink a bit wider so it fits better.

trying to help it all come together:

(did you notice I finally fixed the stair shelving to finally line up properly?)

that little corner in the kitchen is gonna be a bistro table/morning coffee spot, I'm just avoiding it because I want it to tie things together nicely.

after finishing the kitchen and looking down that hallway to the living room, I realized I needed to bring some of that red into the living room to break up all the warm wood and brown tones.

seeking red:

started with a little red end table, wasn't quite doing it...

so I pulled everything red out of the entire @bostyny cc catalog and put it next to the chairs to try to find my winner lol

living room adjustments:

couple different coffee table options with the new red accents in place...

a chair switch out, different lighting, decorations!

adding the details of this space is when my house's imaginary owners really started building a personality. the little tapestry below the sconce I imagine was from their first date at a festival; the lamp in the bay window was in one of their apartments when they first started dating and the other one hated it so much but it's still around; the little dog sculpture is of their future dog; the tiger painting hung up by a ribbon because they couldn't find nails the first night they moved in so they hung it on the wall hook left behind.

do you think I'm crazy yet?

so much for I'm not creating actual sims for these builds - apparently I am (at least in my head).

more fun details!

rain boots - they lived in a rainy city before moving to willow creek and have gotten in the habit of leaving their boots out right next to each other.

adding curtains:

just like real life - curtains bring everything together! the bay window got the same roman shades as the entryway window.

filling in a corner:

ignore the fact that I haven't decorated out the little media shelf, but I love the little corner!

not sure how functional this really is - but man is it cute.

okay that's all see you for day 3!

[jjsanguine]

Don't try to emotionally manipulate with music me Last Twilight, I know what's up. How the hell did we get here??

The ending seems almost completely detached from everything that was happening till episode 11. Till the breakup if I want to be generous. Here's some disorganised thoughts.

Why was the timeskip so long?? 3 years of not speaking to each other is not chicken change. Speaking of, why didn't they speak to each other? This isn't legend of Korra, they have Line. We hear all about what Day was up to but there's one shot of Mhok working in a kitchen and otherwise not kpim. Why. Mhok took than job to build his career and I feel like leaving with no notice no nothing probably torpedoed his reputation. Was that job important or nah?

I don't care about Day + Nights dad. If we were going to bring a side character back for 2 seconds at the wedding it should have been Gee because apart from Aon she's Day's closest friend. Or was before she just vanished off the face of the earth as much as August who literally isn't in the country.

I would have liked to see any of Night + Phojai's relationship onscreen. There wasn't enough going on in this episode (even thought it was bare long :/) to not touch on *anything* that happened between phoomjai being born and them getting married. How did Ramon react? I don't think Khun "I can excuse classism" would be chill.

Why the ever living FUCK did Day fully regain his vision. I would have been down if some serious side effect like night blindness or astigmatism or the many problems resulting from having to take anti rejection medication and becoming immunocompromised was brought up but nope. Day struggled a bit for a few years and and got his eyes switched back on easy peasy.

Day being sighted again makes how Ramon was like "I'll stop being abusive (regardless of if or to what extent she meant well) once you stop being disabled" something that will never be grappled with. I doubted they were gonna after episode 11 but still, it was nicer than being certain.

Day broke up with Mhok because he thought Mhok pitied him for being blind. Mhok (and also Mhok's backstory) said it was because of Rung, and I thought this was going to be a segue into Day realising that it wasn't all self confidence and roses chez Mhok but apparently I was completely wrong

Day didn't have to really deep that Mhok has stuff going on because Mhok ACTUALLY has nothing going on. It was just pity. Somehow.

I do not understand why this point causes all the problems in episode 11 and was not mentioned at all in the finale. I don't understand why the solution to this supposed pity was to make day sighted again instead of addressing that.

The thought process send to have been that if Mhok doesn't trust anyone to care for Day and Day doesn't think he needs caring for, by restoring Day's vision they can both be right. It's like when gender screwy dramas sidestep the male lead thinking too hard about his orientation after taking for who he thinks it's a guy by being like, he somehow sensed that it was a girl all along and crucially before he kissed them. Nah. NAH FAM. I didn't forget.

Day + Mhok going back up that mountain at their sighted leisure makes hollow the struggle to reach the top first time round. The view wasn't as nice because it was rainbow bereft just like any of Mhok's actions in this episode (Rung's name means rainbow in English). It's like their relationship in a nutshell. Rung and the ripple effects her death have on Mhok's decision making have no place, no acknowledgement, no nothing.

If I rewatch this Mhok + Days story is going to end on the mountain, first time round, because everything after that was setting up the character assassination arc.

[sloubs]

Si le daron qui nous sert de roi Arthur te laissait la possibilité d'écrire une scène de KV2 (et pas une de plus parce qu'il faut pas pousser non plus 😁), tu écrirais quoi ?

sans surprise j'écrirais une scène entre arthur et guenièvre j'crois ?

je sais pas si c'est ooc mais j'ai vraiment envie d'une scène où les deux se parleraient, et tout d'un coup il y aurait un switch chez arthur et pour la première fois on verrait sur son visage une envie irrépressible d'embrasser guenièvre, un truc plus fort que lui contre lequel il a plus envie de lutter ; il se tairait pour la laisser parler, déjà, et puis il exprimerait dans ses yeux un sentiment d'apaisement rien qu'à la regarder, ses épaules se relâcheraient, il froncerait plus les sourcils et il jetterait des coups d'oeil furtifs à ses lèvres de temps en temps, timidement

et puis il l'embrasserait mais de manière inattendue, qu'il nous prenne au dépourvu comme pour la scène de la tour dans KV1, un truc assez risqué et en même temps plein de fougue, où on sentirait que les deux en mourraient d'envie depuis longtemps. je sais pas, une discussion un peu lambda après une longue journée, ils se chercheraient un peu, se taquineraient comme à leur habitude, puis guenièvre ferait ou dirait quelque chose qui ferait tiquer arthur, alors arthur ferait (volontairement ?) tomber quelque chose par terre, guenièvre le ramasserait et tendrait sa main pour le lui rendre, et au moment où les doigts d'arthur effleureraient la peau de sa femme, sans réfléchir il la tirerait vers lui pour l'embrasser passionnément, et puis...et puis après...bon...fondu au noir sans doute comme sait si bien faire la miss astier parce que ça reste son film quoi