#Freedom Roll of Association

[sadbicth]

elon musk did a nazi salute twice at the inauguration, and republicans are defending him.

trump revoked executive order 11246, which prohibited discrimination.

trump put all dei employees on leave to be fired.

trump blamed the dc plane crash on dei.

trump banned all lgbtq+ flags from being hung in government buildings.

trump ordered the pentagon to cancel celebration of mlk jr. day, black history month, women's history month, holocaust remembrance day, asian american pacific islander heritage month, lgbtq+ pride month, juneteenth, women's equality day, national hispanic heritage month, national disability employment awarenessmonth, and national american indian heritage month.

trump proposed removing all palestinians from gaza, turning the area into a vacation resort called “riviera of the middle east”.

trump posted an ai generated video showing what he hopes to turn palestine into, with a large golden statue of himself in the middle of it.

trump rolled back biden’s executive order to lower prescription drug costs for people using medicare and medicaid.

trump rescinded the $35 cap on insulin, and prices are expected to rise to $1500 a month.

trump ordered the national institutes of health to cancel their review panels on cancer research.

trump ended the guidelines to prevent ai misuse. the guidelines prevent many things, but notably it prevents production of ai child pornography.

when sean hannity asked trump about the economy, he said “i don’t care”, after campaigning with the economy as his main talking point.

trump has withdrawn the us from the world health organization.

trump is ordering health agencies to stop reporting on bird flu and halt publications of scientific reports.

trump’s epa is reversing the ban on asbestos, which causes deadly and rapidly-spreading cancer if exposed.

trump has pardoned over 1500 people who stormed the capitol on january 6th.

trump changed denali back to mount mckinley.

trump signed an executive order to rename the gulf of mexico to gulf of america.

trump shut down cbp one, an app which granted legal entry to 1 million+ immigrants.

trump has discussed introducing a “gold card”, which would allow the wealthiest people to buy us citizenship for $5 million usd.

trump is allowing ice raids at churches and elementary schools.

trump announced plans to declare a national emergency at the us-mexico border.

trump signed an executive order to expand the use of the death penalty.

trump disbanded the school safety board that works to prevent school shootings. it was comprised of survivors, educators, and gun violence prevention advocates and formed after the school shooting in parkland.

trump has threatened to invade panama to claim the panama canal.

trump withdrew from the paris climate act.

trump revoked all protections for transgender troops in the us military.

trump rescinded executive orders made by biden that benefited and protected women, lgbtq+ people, black americans, hispanic americans, asian americans, native hawaiians, and pacific islanders.

trump bombed iran 3 times without congressional approval.

trump is attempting to make it legal to refuse to hire or fire pregnant women.

trump pardoned 23 individuals convicted under the freedom of access to clinic entrances (FACE) act for their anti-abortion activism, including oftentimes violent protests at abortion clinics.

trump signed an executive order allowing deportation of foreign students who they believe express support for hamas or hezbollah.

trump announced that the us government will from here on out only recognize male and female as sexes. intersex is not legally recognized anymore.

trump is shutting down the lgbtq+ youth suicide hotline in july.

trump has told all schools and universities that they have two weeks to end all diversity initiatives, or he will cut federal funding. (as of feb 19, 2025)

trump told harvard to stop accepting immigrant students.

trump fired the staff of the federal aviation association after a deadly plane crash in dc.

trump has fired the heads of the tsa and coast guard, and gutted a key aviation safety advisory committee.

trump denied disaster relief funding for north carolina after tropical storm helene.

in georgia, a black woman named adriana smith is being kept alive on ventilators because she was 9 weeks pregnant when she died. she is legally brain dead. this was an exact plot in multiple episodes of the handmaid’s tale.

the state of louisiana just rolled back desegregation laws because of a petition from the department of justice.

the trump administration removed the federal government’s memorial to victims of gun violence. they took down 120 portraits of dead americans, including police officers and children.

the supreme court weakened the clean water act's limitations on raw sewage discharge into our water in a 5-4 ruling.

the official white house twitter account posted an “illegal alien deportation” asmr video where they did closeups of chains and the sound of ankle chains hitting the metal stairs of the airplanes deportees were being loaded onto.

on truth social, trump posted, “LONG LIVE THE KING!”.

at CPAC, a republican group called the “third term project” held a rally to support changing the constitution so trump can run for a third term. on their posters, they’re photoshopping his face onto julius caesar’s, seemingly forgetting what happened to julius caesar.

the trump administration paused health communications to prevent the fda from announcing food recalls.

the trump administration will not renew biden-era grants worth $1 billion that were aimed at boosting mental health services in schools.

the u.s. has surpassed 1,000 measles cases for the first time in five years, with 96% involving unvaccinated individuals or those with unknown vaccination status. rfk jr. has repeatedly claimed that measles can be treated with vitamin a.

republicans on tiktok are recreating elon’s salute to prove that it “wasn’t a nazi salute”, and they’re either doing it completely wrong because they know if they replicate it then it will actually be a salute, or they’re doing the proper salute and posting it online.

google and apple maps now display the gulf of mexico as “gulf of america”.

rfk jr. wants to ban SSRIs and put everyone on them into labor camps.

multiple state legislators are drafting bills to allow the punishment for abortion to be the death penalty.

andy ogles drafted a constitutional amendment to allow trump to be president for a third term.

the us senate confirmed russell vought, one of the main authors of project 2025, will lead the white house budget office.

nancy mace repeatedly used the t-slur during a congressional meeting, three times were out of spite.

andy biggs introduced a bill to abolish osha and completely eliminate federal workplace safety protections.

georgia republican congressman mike collins called for the deportation of new jersey born mariann budde, the bishop who urged trump to “have mercy” on the lgbtq+ community and immigrants during a service at the national cathedral.

florida republican anna paulina luna has introduced a bill to add trump to mount rushmore.

new york republican claudia tenney introduced a bill to make trump’s birthday a federal holiday.

west virginia republican delegate lisa white has introduced house bill 2712, which would remove rape and incest as exceptions for abortion, even for minors. you can call her at (304) 340- 3274 or email her at lisa.white@wvhouse.gov and let her know your opinion on that.

there is a bill named the SAVE act which would require americans to provide their birth certificate, passport, or other citizenship documents every time they vote, and would require the last name on their driver’s license to match that of their birth certificate. this would prevent married women who have changed their last name from voting.

the u.s. government is considering suspending habeas corpus, which protects people from unlawful detention and ensures you receive due process.

bill h.r.1161, which is available publicly on congress.gov, would authorize trump to enter into negotiations to acquire greenland and to rename it to "red, white, and blueland".

six states (arizona, idaho, iowa, kansas, mississippi, and north dakota) are planning on challenging obergefell v. hodges, which would end same-sex marriage nationwide. about a dozen more states have representatives are also considering filing similar resolutions.

a bill to ban the mRNA vaccine has passed out of the house committee.

amazon revoked protections for lgbtq+ and black employees.

the cdc has removed their hiv prevention page.

the united states state department has officially changed its “travelers with special conditions” page which previously said “lgbtqi+ travelers” to “lgb travelers”, completely getting rid of the tqi+.

every single republican told us we were overreacting. trump swore he had nothing to do with project 2025 yet continues implementing details outlined in it. not a single person has the right to tell us we’re being dramatic anymore.

hope “cheaper eggs and gas” was worth it.

EDIT: i removed the “trump refused to swear on the bible” point because it was being taken as me being an offended christian. i’m not christian, im agnostic. the reason i included it in the first place is because he’s the first president in history to ever refuse to swear on ANYTHING. meanwhile his “conservative christian” followers had no issue with this, and decided to continue to scramble for excuses instead of admitting he may not be as religious as he claims he is. i figured taking that point out entirely is probably better than filling this with an explanation in the middle of the other important issues.

[slylittleprincess]

It is hard to moan and run at the same time.

That is the key lesson that I hope to impart upon you today little one.

Yes, I know, you’re such a big strong soldier with a scary scowl who’s never once thought about sitting still and letting Miss dress you in something beautiful.

Yes, I know, you had lofty goals and elaborate plans with a rebellion that you were so desperate to see through. There is an obvious word in your language to describe this moment.

Anger.

“This is wrong!” You cry out, “I don’t want to be a pet. I want freedom. This is wrong.”

It makes my injectors start to dribble just hearing you. Because I know a fundamental truth about an adorable thing like you.

It is hard to moan and run at the same time.

My tendril moves across the space so effortlessly it makes you wonder if I deliberately let you go. I take great joy in selecting a spot where the skin looks softest and neediest to plunge into. It’s a feeling you’ll come to crave soon. The lazy drag of the thorn, the perfect choice, the heat of it under your flesh, the way it makes everything you touch feel so incredible. The dusting of pollen on the pinprick.

Perhaps I did let you go, because every moment that you spend hoisted off the ground and wrapped in my vines as I take you back to the bed seems to erode your fight more.

Angry tears and writhing limbs fighting against indescribable pleasure in a war of cognitive dissonance.

The fact that I have made you love the way I feel only makes you hate me more. For now. You are in the early stages.

Denial.

This is a particularly cute place for you to find yourself. I adore denial. Gasping, shouting through a vibrating tone. You continue with your old shtick for as long as possible as I effortlessly grip your wrists and ankles. I press your body into the soft material of the most comfortable bed you have ever felt.

I coo, and administer light petting to you, the animal in front of me. It comforts you on a primal level. Still you shout about your escape plans, how you want to kill me, what a monster I am.

Bargaining.

You finally admit that I’ve done something to you, but you refuse to identify the exact sensation you are experiencing.

You know what it is. I know what it is. Yet, we pretend. I believe Terrans refer to this as flirting. I ask you what’s wrong petal, and you spit in my face. You say that I know exactly what I’ve done, and yet you still refuse to use the exact word as I start to pull at the seams of your standard issue jumpsuit. Little pulls at thread that match the way I’m tugging at your resilience. With every opening I slide another vine deeper, running across your arms, your thighs. You whimper as I finally shatter the illusion you have constructed.

Docility.

You realize now the inescapable reality of your bliss, but you are not ready to appreciate it yet. All at once your limbs go slack as the fight leaves you. The cortisol drains and drops out, quickly replaced by the endorphins and euphoriants I have ensured are reaching optimal levels. It is my preference to work through this stage as efficiently as possible.

The pet inside you is winning. She needs encouragement to properly take root. I finish removing your clothes and maximize the surface area available for my molestation. Ropes of my body bind you tighter, hold you closer.

Vines that live the closest to my core with fibrous textures tease at your skin. Oh, how you’ll crave them in time as their rougher material becomes associated in your mind at a neurochemical level with the addling and addictive comfort of my most intimate cuddles.

I run a grafted feeler across your scalp in a massage that makes you drool and gasp. Your dilated eyes roll back into your skull as I hum a warm and loving song into your grey matter.

Smaller tendrils run between your toes, across your neck, into the folds of your ears and eyes and nose. They brush your lips and they part so easily, but I do not enter. This is still the beginning of our courtship and I wish the explore the moist cavity of your throat at a later time when it can be fully appreciated.

You leak from every place a pet can leak.

I produce a flower bud and rock it lazily back and forth in front of your bleary eyes.

You watch as the soft petals of the bulb retract, revealing the dripping thorn within.

You break into a million little pieces as the pet within you wins the battle.

My sweet little thing begs for more.

How can I possibly resist.

[shenachigans]

Omg, I loved your Cassandra stepmother one. Could you maybe do a Cassandra Kiramman stepmother where she finally gets her hands on the reader after she catches the reader sneaking out? So she teaches us obedience. Like (spanking, fingering, overstimulation)

Punishment with StepMom!Cassandra K.

part of the STEPMOTHER AU

pairing: stepmom!cassandra k. x fem!reader

synopsis: cassandra finally confronts you about your habits of sneaking out

warnings: smut, stepcest, dom!cass, sub!reader, legal age gap (r is mid20s, cass is early50s), overstimulation if you squint, fingering, edging, cass is mean, no orgasms, cass judges your outfit once and slut shames you-ish, brief praise at the end

note: Thank you for the idea anon! I did not intend for it to get so long, oh well... might as well turn it into a full fic. I lowk just popped off and yapped here, don't even know if anything makes sense T-T Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

words: 1.7k

Whenever your father was gone for business trips, you had the liberty to throw parties in the grand mansion to get wasted and high, and best of all, get fucking wrecked by a gorgeous woman (or two). There were no consequences whatsoever; the house staff kept their mouths shut and only helped clean your mess. The old man didn’t care what happened in the house during his absence; all he expected was to see that no trace of your debauchery remained within the walls whenever he returned. However, your infamous parties ended when your father married her. 

StepMom!Cassandra wouldn’t let you see the light of day if she were to see you throw another one of these fucked up gatherings, especially not after witnessing you get passed around like a blunt one evening. She was quite strict with you, even more than your biological mother was: no drinking, smoking, weed, or even flirting with women. She expected you to behave like an angel after you got caught. What the hell is her problem? But her presence didn’t deter you from living your life, you merely needed to change locations without her knowledge, which was even better: more room to do more foul shit. 

…until she caught you sneaking out one night.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice?” You froze when you heard her voice, your body tensing over the open window of your father’s study (the only place he had prohibited Cassandra from entering, and she broke that rule because of you). Her tone held no malice or disappointment, only disbelief at your obliviousness, so transparent she could read you like an open book. You were too obvious, too eager for an escape, to notice her watchful eyes, her moles.

You turn to face her petulantly, red creeping up the apples of your cheeks, embarrassed at being found in this compromising situation. Sadly, the window was now closed, barring you from your freedom and the cold wind of the night sky. Cassandra was still fully clad in her politician outfit, while you…

“I don’t suppose you plan to go out looking like a cheap slut, darling,” the older woman tuts, looking you up and down, her slow footsteps toward you made your blood run even colder. “Might as well wear nothing with that skimpy outfit of yours,” she continues condescendingly, and suddenly, anger rose within you.

“Easier access for the girls,” you retorted with a scoff, adding an accented “I suppose” to mock her. You ignored the sultry pet name that rolled effortlessly out of her mouth and the way your lower belly churned with heat. Something about how her accent gets thicker whenever she’s mad is so… so… arousing. 

However, Cassandra did not like that comment at all. She has had enough of you fucking around, quite literally. This is not how a daughter from a prestigious family should act, especially not when you are now associated with the Kirammans. 

You need to be disciplined, Cassandra decided, not because she had been fantasizing about it, of course not, she has a real reason to: you can’t be embarrassing her like this any further. She needs you to be obedient, someone who only looks up at her, who needs her carnally, and only her, because you belong to her, a fact you have yet to be made aware of.

It was easy, really, to bend you however she wanted. A tight grip on your hair and a bruising kiss with sweet nothings whispered in your ear. She got you under her thumb just like that—hook, line, and sinker. The older woman didn’t think it would be this easy. She expected resistance and foul language, but maybe you were too surprised to fully comprehend what your stepmother had done. After all, the pristine and regal Cassandra Kiramman wouldn’t normally involve herself in such debauchery. 

Yet, you… It was all you. You have to pay the price for what she has become, don’t you? It’s only fair that way.

Cassandra couldn’t care less about the mess you both have made in your father’s office, with files strewn all over the floor like glitter, or how many women around your age he had fucked on this very mahogany desk. She might as well take advantage of the props while he’s gone, yes? She can see the horror on your face at the thought of getting caught fooling around in your father’s private space. You don’t need to worry, however, as your stepmother will take care of such matters; all you have to do is be pretty and obedient to her, and more importantly, take whatever she gives you:

Edging your tight, little cunt with her gloved fingers.

The older woman basks in your warmth and proximity, bouncing you on her lap as she sat on your father’s chair, your pussy taking in her digits with an obscene squelch at every movement. It was music to her ears. Your bare figure was also a sight to behold, a display of the power imbalance between you as she remained clothed. Finally, she has you wrapped around her finger; her needy slut. 

You’ve lost count of how many times she has edged you. The sensations you felt were too much as her free hand and mouth roamed your body. Her lips sucked and bit at every possible opportunity while her fingers pinched, pulled, scratched, putting her claim on you as she should have done a long time ago. Fuck, she was so good at it too.

“Hng.. Please— Please let me cum,” you plead, using your arms to cradle her neck in hopes the intimate gesture would coerce her into letting you get what you wanted. You’ve never been edged this many times before, and without your control. It’s quite humbling and humiliating to be completely helpless against your father’s woman, rutting on her fingers like a bitch in heat, desperate for release as though you’ve never been thoroughly fucked your whole life (and perhaps it’s true).

A curl of her fingers was all you got as you continued to hump her. Can’t Cassandra give you some mercy? Your legs are about to give up from how they trembled, making your movements sloppy. A groan of frustration left your lips because how could she render you in this state? Babbling and crying like a baby. Cassandra didn’t even move her fingers inside you; every friction of pleasure came from your own ministrations, and it was frustrating. But your anger couldn’t remain, especially not when the hag looked like that: aroused by the very sight of you.

“I can’t allow that. This is your punishment, is it not?” Cassandra mutters huskily, her voice a tad deeper as warmth courses through her veins. Her breath was hot against your bare chest as she chuckled at your whines. You were too adorable.

“No, no! I’ll be good, I promise!” The interjection came as soon as she denied your release. The older woman loves your desperation, your reliance on her to let you orgasm. It’s visible with how you cling onto her, hands trembling with need as you grip her shoulder and hair as you nuzzle into her neck. It only spurs her to tease you even more, to train your body that she is the only thing it needs. She will ruin you for anyone else, that way, you will always come crawling back to her like the desperate slut you were. 

Relief floods your entire body as she finally starts moving her fingers instead of acting like an idle dildo for you to hump on. No one has ever fingered you this good; maybe it was the countless missed orgasms that made you enjoy her long, nimble fingers, but she’s hitting the spots you could never reach or thought existed. 

“Hm, yeah, just like that… suck in my fingers like a greedy whore…” She can’t deny the high and fuzziness you have fed her mind. This fever is driving her sick with pleasure. She hasn’t enjoyed anything sexual in a long time, so much that she could come untouched, and she might do just that from how wet her fingers were, how your cunt clenched and fluttered around them. 

The rubbing and pressing on your spongy spot was driving you mad, making your body tense with each thrust, and the sudden groan Cassandra lets out as you pulled her hair only encourages your journey to release (It seems she’s rather fond of receiving pain herself).

You were so close, you could practically reach the top, and then, nothing, leaving you convulsing on the older woman’s lap. It takes you a moment to register the emptiness inside you before sobs from another stripped orgasm fill your dearest father’s office. 

Cassandra was so mean.

“Hush, now… I never said I would let you cum, darling,” she coos, adjusting you on her lap as you sink into her, your grip on her no longer bruising as you hiccup from your relentless tears. Her gloves were now discarded on the floor, making you shiver in her arms as she caresses you with her bare, withered fingers: one soothing your back while the other stroked the back of your head as she pressed kisses on your temple down to your neck and shoulder. “You have been far too naughty for me to let you off the hook so easily. Perhaps I will consider a reward for your obedience when you have learned your lesson.”

Something about her gentle touch provides you with an unfamiliar feeling of comfort, you had not realized you craved it until she came along. It was rather soothing and lulling, almost motherly in the wrongest ways possible, yet you didn’t care. Cassandra wanted you, and maybe caving into her desires might not be impossible, no matter how twisted this relationship has become.

“Nevertheless, you were so good to me tonight, sweet girl.”

Your stepmother’s sultry voice was the last thing you heard before you fell into a deep slumber.

ps: I would like to have written that she would carry you back to your bedroom, BUT I hc that the woman cannot lift you bridal style without pulling a Viktor (snapping the spine ykyk), so you two are stuck in the office. It’s nothing about you at all, no, no, you’re perfect, her arms and back are just a tad too weak for lifting shit (except for her goddamned rifles) and I love her for that.

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[itsblueflamebae]

Virtual Angel

synopsis: post-realizing ending with mac, your virtual angel.

wc: 874

cw: mentions of deep distress (if that counts as a cw), gender neutral pronouns for reader.

notes: spoilers for post-realizing mac ending! not beta-read. spontaneous work, wrote it in one shot. english is not my first language, my apologies for any mistake in advance. also listen to virtual angel by artms! it inspired my work, I associate that song with mac.

Your house was a fortress, but in this world there was nothing stronger than the walls that you built around yourself to avoid injury, heartbreak, disappointment and bitter tears. If you forget for a moment that all the objects in the house saw your lonely everyday life, you were really alone with your thoughts and feelings, storing them somewhere so deep that you forgot about them yourself. It was easy to play dumb with yourself and the four walls.

The firing was the last blow. You felt like drowning in a bag around the head – the puddle is not deep, but you are already choking, and the water is dirty, and the bag sticks to the face like a second skin while the sun burns in an attempt to melt your personal ice around the heart. Your house is colder than a kennel on the side of the road, the walls are covered with an invisible crust of ice that grows like pus in a torn wound caused by an uneven nails and bruises.

And then these mysterious glasses appeared in your life, and your house came to life. To get attached to someone meant to condemn yourself to another short-lived happiness to suffer after letting go of someone so dear to your heart. But who would have known that the furniture in your house would teach you something as precious as the ability to love and be loved? Friendship, the fluttering feelings of blooming love – all of this was always yours, remember?

You watched as everyone found their body and heart within the walls of your house. They all promised to visit, never to forget, and you believed. How could it be otherwise?

In the end, it took you time to get used to the steady breathing next to you, the arm wrapped around your waist, and the new routine you shared with someone. You looked at the new clock on the wall, waiting for someone to return from work. You were no longer alone. Every time you thought they would leave, they always came back. Their salary as a top analyst in a giant company would be enough for a new house with all the amenities, a trip to the sea with warm, warm water, another computer and a possible move to a country with a milder climate and clean air. Mac has enough freedom – and they're also free with you, which you find extremely strange.

Everyone’s gone. They were the only ones left.

At night, on a wide new bed, Mac usually fell asleep first. The window was always open, the thin curtain was always beating against the glass. Your thoughts were filled with anxiety again today – you don't know if it's the air conditioner that's making such an annoying noise or if your fear has taken on new colors. Of course, you know that no one will replace Mac with a computer – the very idea seems humorous. Ridiculously hilarious and hilariously ridiculous. You calm down your concern for their future until a new question is born in your subconscious.

You roll over out of habit, noticing that Mac isn't sleeping today either. They look at you lazily, and their hand, in a well-established tradition, finds your hair, stroking it gently and warmly.

"Can't sleep again?" They ask, looking into your eyes.

Without their glasses and after a long shift, they look so funny, like a tired cat from the videos they love to send during the breaks.

"It seem you can’t sleep either," you reply, moving closer to them to embrace them tightly.

Mac wraps their free arm around your waist, enjoying the silence. If they were asleep, Mac would have taken over the bed, and you would have intertwined your fingers with theirs, falling asleep slowly, sweetly, just as you fell in love with them.

"You stayed," you whisper in a drowsy wonder. "Why?"

And perhaps you were waiting for a long explanation, the kind that Mac loves — they're talkative, fond of discussing many topics, capable of speaking for hours on end, interspersing each paragraph with flirtatiousness or double entendres.

"Because I don't want to leave. I want to be with you. Because I love you more than anything in the world,” they answer.

And that's enough, you think. You think about how much you love them when they are like this, and you hold them closer. Of course, you don't blame those who left, and you wish them all the best. But you remember the day when Mac became a human, and letting them go felt like a heartbreak. They didn't leave.

"You never regret that..." Mac stops, their fingers tangling in your hair so gently. “That you realized me?"

You chuckle.

"I don't regret it," you reply, "and I never will."

Mac's embrace is a lifeline of gently lowered arms, a moment of silence before they finally return to old habits, whispering sweet nothingness in your ear, from silly jokes to references to terms that your brain doesn't understand, that no longer fit their new body, intertwined with flirtation, love, gratitude, and everything you'll find if you listen to their heartbeat for a moment. It all feels right.

All better.

[adoringaffliction]

Mascara Pt. 1

Meeting Rafe

Rafe x Naive!Reader

"It's too bad… it's too bad you're married... to me."

Series Warnings: Manipulation to the highest degree, toxic!rafe, naive!reader, reader just wants love bro, other warnings to come…

Series Summary: Rafe's in a bad situation and needs a way out, and his ticket to his generational wealth comes in the form of a shy naive girl that would make the perfect trophy wife. Rafe just needs to whip her into shape, that's all. 

MDNI 18+

“Y/n/n I’m gonna go grab a drink ‘Kay,” Sarah shouted over the music. Y/n pulled a small smile and nodded. Sarah bounced away into the sea of people. Y/n looked around her, at all those people she didn’t know, in this unfamiliar place, and she felt uneasy. She was visiting OBX, thinking about going to college there. Taking college tours and just getting a feel for the place. She met Sarah on a nearby college tour and she had invited Y/n back to her place for a party. Y/n had convinced her dad that she would be fine. That this girl was safe and she wouldn’t put her in a dangerous position. So given her new found freedom she was left in the middle of a rager. She couldn’t hear a single thing except for blasting music. 

She leaned up against the wall and tried to calm her nerves. It was just a party. Everyone goes to parties in college. Good to get the practice in. Then she felt someone next to her. 

She turned to face whoever had leaned against the wall to the left of her and almost threw up. It was probably the most attractive man she’d ever seen. He was muscular and tall. His hair draped over his face in curtain bangs and a hand wrapped around a bottle of beer. 

“You’ve got a staring problem,” he spoke and broke her from her daze. 

“Oh- um- sorry.” 

She looked down at her feet and heard him chuckle. “It’s okay I get it.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. So he was cocky, got it. “You’re not from here,” he stated it like a fact. 

“Nope, first time.” 

“I can tell,” he scoffed. 

“Okay man, sorry I looked at you, but you don’t need to be a dick I’ll just walk away,” she stated throwing her hands up in surrender. 

She started to walk away and he grabbed her arm,”Hey don’t leave so quickly you just got here.” 

“Actually I got here on Thursday,” she retorted. 

“Oh my bad, Thursday,” he replied sarcastically. He kept his hold on her arm and pulled her back to the wall. “Who’re you here with?” he took a sip of his beer. 

“Sarah Cameron,” she replied. 

He rolled his eyes and scoffed again. 

“What? Do you know her or something?” 

“She’s my sister,” he slightly grimaced as he said it. She remembered Sarah talking about having a brother, but she didn’t expect him. Sarah had said he was an asshole so his personality wasn’t surprising. She’d also disclosed a little about his habits regarding parties and girls. 

“So you’re… Rafe,” her statement sounded more like a question. 

“In the flesh,” he gestured to himself with the hand holding his beer, still keeping his other on her arm. 

“Got it,” she looked around for Sarah, but couldn’t see her in the crowd of people. She said she would be back, but then again it was Sarah. 

“And you are?” 

“Y/n,” she responded dryly. 

“What brings you to OBX?” 

“Thinking about coming here for college,” she explained, leaning her shoulder and head against the wall. She looked down at her feet. 

“Interesting…” 

“What about it?” she snapped her head back up to look at him. 

“Out of all places?” 

She rolled her eyes,”I want to study marine biology.” 

He nodded his head in understanding. A smirk playing at the edges of his lips. “You wanna go somewhere quiet?” 

“To do what exactly,” she looked at him with concern. She was not going to hook up with Sarah’s brother, it didn’t matter how hot he was. 

“To talk sweetheart, relax,” he chuckled. 

She felt her cheeks heat up. Why was he talking to her like this? Why was he treating her like an actual girl? She was in no way the type of girl Sarah had talked about being associated with him. 

“Um- yeah sure,” she replied cautiously. 

He grinned and tugged her arm. He led them through people. Weaving in and through throngs of dancing couples and glittering girls. 

They finally made it to a door. Rafe fished a key out of his pocket and unlocked it. 

“Smart way to keep people from getting it on, on your bed,” she commended. 

He smirked and pulled her inside. He turned on the light and locked the door. Her eyes widened and her heart started to race. 

He must’ve noticed because he rubbed her arm with his thumb,”Relax okay, I’m not gonna do anything to ya.” 

“How do I know you’re not gonna kill me?” she joked to relax her nerves. 

“Because you’re too cute to kill,” he smirked at her. Her breathing quickened. “God you fluster so easy,” he laughed and pulled her to sit on the bed in the middle of the room. There was a walk-in closet and sports posters up on the wall. She sat down on the edge. 

“I’m not very socially active,” she explained. 

“Oh I can tell,” he scoffed. 

“You can tell a lot about a person can’t you,” she rolled my eyes. 

“You’re just obvious y/n.” 

“Listen if we came in here so you could berate me about my antisocial aptitude then I will just leave.” 

“Always so quick to leave now are we?” He leaned up against the headboard of the bed, stretching his arms behind him to cradle his head. 

“Only cause you’re an asshole.” 

“Woah. What did I do to you?” He laughed. 

“You have literally been ragging on me since you stood next to me dude.”

“Okay- first of all, don’t call me dude. Second of all-“ 

“What’s wrong with me calling you dude, dude?-“

“Don’t interrupt me, Second of all you were the one that stared at me,” he looked at her and pointed to his chest. 

“You were a random guy that leaned against the wall next to me,” she threw her hands up in the air. She mumbled underneath her breath,”plus you were hot but that’s beside the point.” 

“What was that,” he leaned up to get closer to her and cocked his head. 

“Nothing,” she blurted. 

“Uh huh,” he smirked and leaned back against the headboard. “So where are you from?” 

“(Your country/state) and I know what you’re thinking and no it’s not (generic city).” 

He laughed,”So where in (y/c/s)?” 

“(The general area),” she stated. 

“Why won’t you tell me the town y/n.”

“Because you’re a strange man I just met,” she looked at him with a quirked eyebrow. 

He rolled his eyes,”I’m not strange and you’re literally in my room, in my house, in the town that I live in.” 

“Fair point.” She pursed her lips into a line. “It’s a random town in the (general area), 

(y/t/n.)”

“Never heard of it.” 

“Didn’t expect you to have,” she scoffed. She played with her fingers. She could feel him looking at her, his eyes burning holes into her skin. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not. 

“You got a boyfriend back home?” he asked.

Flustered and blushing, she blurted,”No, why?” 

“Just asking.” 

She looked at him with a confused expression, trying to judge where this flirtatious attitude was coming from and what the intentions were. 

“What?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Gotta make sure nobody’s heart is gonna break when you go back home and say you met the love of your life, that’s all.” 

“Oh! So you’re the love of my life now?” she asked incredulously. 

“Keep up sweetheart,” he chuckled and took her wrist and tugged her forward. It caught her off guard and she fell on top of his chest. He was warm beneath his blue polo. “See, comfortable already.” 

“Okay maybe a little, but that in no way means I’m in love with you,” she argued. 

“It’s only a matter of time kid,” he chuckled and rubbed her back. She felt so safe and warm. No one had ever flirted with her like this. So confidently. They continued to talk as the night went on. Mostly about random little things, until they got to the bigger topics.

“So your mom sucks and won’t let you just simply exist?” 

“Basically, I can never do anything right I guess.” 

“I’m sure you do a bunch that’s right y/n.”

She smiled up at him, still leaning on his chest. She looked at my phone and saw the time. 

“OH SHIT,” She exclaimed, jumping up from his arms. 

Rafe groaned,”What?” She began frantically pacing around. “Calm down, it's okay.” He got up and held her still. 

“No Rafe you don’t get it I was supposed to be back at my hotel room an hour ago.”

“Text your dad that you’ll stay here tonight and Sarah will take you home tomorrow.” 

“No Rafe, my dad doesn’t work like that,” she started to freak out. Tears starting to brim at her lashline.  

“He kid, look at me,” he grabbed a hold of her chin and pulled her to look at him. “I will take you back to your hotel room and apologize to your dad for keeping you here for too long. I will take the blame it will be fine.” She hesitated but nodded and he wiped the tears from her eyes. 

They left the room, him tailing behind her with a hand at the small of her back. She felt as if everyone still at the party was watching her as they went out the door. He led her out of the house and to a Jeep wrangler. He opened the passenger door and motioned for her to get in. She hopped into the seat. The car smelled brand new. He got into the driver seat and turned on the car. Quickly, he turned up the radio as he pulled out of the parking lot. 

A song she liked started to play and she sang along. He looked over and smiled at her, placing a hand on her thigh as he drove. It felt weird to her how brazen he was being. All so suddenly doing things that usually took months for her to get to in other situations. 

When they finally made it to the hotel he walked with her up to her room. 

She opened the door and her dad was sitting on the bed looking freaked out. She ran to him and hugged him. 

“Oh my god dad I am so so sorry I didn’t see the time,” she exclaimed and he hugged her tighter. 

“I thought so I was just so worried you’d been hurt or something,” he gasped out in relief. That’s when he noticed Rafe. He let go of her and turned to him. 

Rafe walked up to him and stuck out his hand. Her dad took it in his and shook it. “Im Rafe Cameron sir it was my house she was at,” he introduced himself. 

“Got it, well thanks for getting her home safe,” her dad thanked him and let his hand go. 

“My pleasure, I hope this doesn’t deter you from letting her spend any time with me or my sister Sarah,” he grimaced. 

“It’s okay it was a mistake right,” her dad looked at her with a small smile. 

“Completely sir, we got caught up talking and didn’t see the time,” Rafe stated. 

“Right, talking,” her dad chuckled. 

“No dad, he's being serious, I'm not that dumb,” she furrowed her brow at him. 

“No sir nothing happened. It really was just us talking.” 

“Got it thank you Rafe,” her dad replied. 

“Please. I hope you don’t think of me that way, I really like your daughter. She's bright and funny and I really enjoyed talking to her tonight.” He looked directly at y/n. 

“I believe you Rafe, now please go home, it’s late,” her dad concluded. 

“Of course sir, goodnight y/n/n.” 

“Good night Rafe,” she smiled. He left and she went to take a shower. In the middle of the shower she realized that they never exchanged numbers. It hurt her a little to know he probably wouldn’t reach out, but it was fun talking to him. It was nice for one night. 

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Astarion & Scratch: Compromising for Tav Affection

This idea is entirely from @nairil-daeris and it's so cute!

~

Despite what some may have believed, Astarion wasn't that against associating with animals. He was actually a fan of a few of them, cats mainly considering their penance for cleanliness and independence. Not to mention they were admittedly adorable. And stood as the one type of beast that Astarion never feasted upon.

So no, he didn't hate animals in principle. He only hated a select few, with reason. Like the type that could rip him apart with their claws and fangs. Or the ones that thought that rolling around in their own filth was a worthwhile pastime. All and all, creatures that Astarion didn't have to deal with on the regular. Or at least not until now.

But here he was, stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere, with his ragtag group of merry weirdos. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his own acceptance into your little group. He did, immensely. By the look of things out here in this hellscape, he probably would have been murdered ten times over if he had remained alone. Or gods forbid, become a goblin's chew toy.

So while he had no intentions of leaving, he was still frustrated. Especially with the pretty little druid that quickly became their de facto leader. Astarion had been vaguely aware that druids had an intense love for nature and all of its creatures. But that hadn't prepared him for how unreasonable that love could be. It felt as though you would take literally every opportunity you had to speak to any lowly pest on the side of the road.

Not to mention your insistence on taking care of a damned owlbear cub, which was an objectively stupid thing to do. Something that he should have fought you on harder but... he wasn't made of stone. The thing was objectively adorable. Even if it was almost certainly destined to grow up and try to kill you all, Astarion kept his mouth mostly shut.

But then came the dog. That god-damned dog. How a singular mutt could make his life so damn difficult, Astarion wasn't sure. But he did know that he was trying to enact a well-thought out plan. Seduce you, foster a protective affection that was strong enough for you to always want him alive, perhaps use you to defeat Cazador if the parasites proved strong enough, and then effectively abandon you for a new life of freedom.

It was all very simple, and he had gotten a great head start. You had spent the last few weeks flirting with each other, always staying close. You gravitated towards each other, a fact that felt more natural than Astarion would have liked. But... he had found himself enjoying his time with you, genuinely. Not that it mattered, but it was definitely a plus for his plan. Being with you was far from unbearable. You were attractive, sweet, a little angel just begging to be corrupted. A job that Astarion was growing excited to start.

He had been so, so close to fully propositioning you, completely confident that you would agree. And then Scratch happened. He hadn't thought much of it when you came across the little mutt. Maybe it would stay with the corpse of its owner or it would be another hanger-on like the owl bear. He hadn't had a horse in the race either way.

But then he did show up to the camp, looking so sad and dejected that even Astarion couldn't be bothered that his arrival completely interrupted his first attempt at asking you to bed. He had watched you pet and whisper to him for the rest of the night, providing a comfort that only a druid could.

Which was fine. Or at least it had been for that one night. That one night that kept repeating. Because suddenly, that damned dog was everywhere. The quiet nights the two of you had together by the fire, talking about anything and everything with your thighs pressed together now included Scratch squeezing himself into the middle.

The orchestrated moves he would do to make you blush, like removing a non-existent speck from your cheek with his thumb or leaning in close to remove a leaf from your hair, were getting harder and harder to pull off. The damned mongrel was always there, and any attempts Astarion took to get close to you Scratch used as an invitation to jump all over him. If he had it to wash his face of dog slobber one more time from the crime of trying to hold your hand, he was going to go ballistic.

And there was zero reprieve. The thing went with you everywhere, even in the most perilous of situations. Worst of all, it actually proved to be useful. Astarion had no idea where the thing was trained, but it was incredibly smart. Smart enough to serve as a perfect distraction when needed, while being clever and fast enough to never get himself killed. He could even function as a spy, considering how you could make sense of all of his whining and barking. And worst of all, the little beast was amazing at thievery, with nothing more than his mouth. No one suspected the adorable dog to be the one stealing your coin purse right off of your belt. He was completely inconspicuous, perhaps even more so than Astarion. A fact that... was not sitting well.

How on earth was he being outclassed by a fucking dog? One that he had no valid arguments to leave behind at camp.

And to top it all off, you even slept with it. You slept with both animals, usually huddled up in a pile beneath the stars. How you managed to not stink of dog breath and owlbear saliva in the morning, Astarion would never know.

How was he supposed to make you fall for him like this? In the past two weeks since you'd attached yourself completely to the thing, doting on him constantly. He had only managed to sleep with you once. The night of the celebration over the goblin slaughter, and what a lovely night it had been. But that was only because Scratch and the cub had been sufficiently distracted by all of the enamored tiefling children. The next night it was back to the same.

And Astarion was not willing to let the night you had together go as a one night stand. Maybe it wasn't necessary. It had become clear that you cared for him, you cared for all of them. Enough to put yourself in danger for every party member's protection. A strong friendship would probably do him just as good as a romance. But... that didn't feel like enough. He didn't want it to be enough. For reasons that he was not going to start examining now.

No, for now he was just focused on getting past your slobbery bodyguard. But he knew better than to bring it up to you directly. You were far too infatuated with the pup to see his side of things.

Gale had made a singular comment on a slight frustration over having to wait around for Scratch to sniff nearly everything he came into contact with, and that had ended in you giving him a half-hour lecture on the importance of understanding one's surroundings. Shadowheart had mentioned, once, just once, that perhaps it was time to start looking for a more appropriate family for the dog, and that had led to you giving her the cold shoulder for days.

No, if he was going to get more time alone with you Astarion would have to try other means. Which had led him here, swinging back a Potion of Animal Speaking with a grimace. It tasted oddly grassy, like he had just swallowed blended up lawn shavings. But he didn't have time to grouse over the taste, not when you were thoroughly distracted with talking about druid mythology with Halsin, Scratch left conveniently alone to dig holes in the back of camp.

And that was where Astarion was going. Because if he couldn't reason with you, perhaps he could reason with the mutt itself.

Part of him could not quite believe that he had to resort to speaking with a dog to further this relationship, but here he was.

Astarion stopped in front of him, swallowing back a grimace at how the thing was digging dirt directly on his shoes. Instead, he smiled down at it, his voice only slightly strained when he asked, "Can you understand me?"

Scratch stopped his digging, opting to sit and stare up at him, an oddly humanoid voice answering, "Yes."

Huh, so that's how this spell worked. It was a little disconcerting to hear a human voice from a dog's mouth, but he would make do. Astarion cautiously sat next to him, perching on a nearby log as he tried to keep a pleasant smile on his face, "Good. How are you?"

Scratch stared at him, his head cocked, "The dirt tastes good here. I like that."

That was... Astarion didn't know. It was his own fault for trying to make small talk with an animal. He cut straight to the point, "That's great to hear. Now, would you mind doing me a favor tonight?"

Astarion had never had a dog narrow its eyes at him before, but that's exactly what Scratch did, "What is it?"

"Nothing serious," Astarion tried to reassure, "I was just hoping that perhaps you and the cub could sneak off for a night so Tav and I could spend some time together-"

"No," Scratch interrupted circling the ground three times before laying down, his eyes still on Astarion.

"Excuse me?" Astarion shot back, his true annoyance shining straight through his voice, "It's not exactly much to ask for! It's one night-"

"I don't trust you around them," The dog said simply, "I think you're going to hurt them."

Well that was just offensive. Ever since this little brat's arrival Astarion had barely had a chance to drink from you. And the times he did he was perfectly in control. Not including the first time of course.

"I'll have you know that not every vampire is some hellish demon with no self-control," Astarion bit out, only the slightest bit amused at himself for being reduced to defending his own disgusting kind, "And why pray tell, would I hurt one of the only reasons I'm still alive."

Scratch shook his head, one eye closed like this conversation was boring him, "Not that kind of hurt. The inside kind, that makes people cry. I don't want them to cry."

That was-Astarion didn't-how in the hells could a dog see through him that easily?

"I have no intention of hurting them," Astarion lied. Or at least he thought it was a lie. It felt... uncomfortably true when spoken allowed, "I just want to have a little fun, that's all. Don't you think they've earned that?"

"Not with you. You don't like them enough," Scratch sighed, "I like Gale more. Or Wyll. Karlach too. They can have fun with them instead."

That was it. Astarion was going to wring this little shit's neck. But before he could give into his more violent impulses, he could hear your voice, calling out to the current root of all of his problems.

Scratch bounded up, his tail already wagging as he started to trot over. But before he fully did he turned around, giving Astarion a once over, "If you can prove you like them, then I'll consider it."

And just like that he was off, running to your side while leaving a stunned Astarion in his wake. Did... did he just get verbally annihilated by a damn dog? How was he supposed to go on after this? Not to mention he was actually thinking about what the creature said. It sounded like a challenge, one that Astarion was suddenly pissed enough to take up.

If the little shithead wanted sincerity, then he would get it. And that's how Astarion found himself willingly opening up more. Even if it had to be in front of the damn dog. He told you more about Cazador, the horrors and tribulations he had endured through centuries. He told you of his regrets, the things he missed the most about being a mortal. He even told you the truth about that first night that you let him drink from your neck. That... that you were the first. How good it had felt to have what he had been denied for so long. And he was rewarded with his honesty. He got to learn more and more about you in turn. Your family, your home, where you incessant love for nature derived from. He was starting to slowly become a Tav-expert, suddenly hungry for every bit of information that he could procure.

They were long conversations, long enough to last well into the night. And for Astarion to be exhausted enough to just... fall asleep in the first available location. Which just so happened to always be in the pile of creatures you liked to sleep with. Though, Astarion had to admit after experiencing it himself, it was oddly pleasant to be surrounded by the warm, furry little headaches.

As for the two of you, things were slowly progressing in regards to his plan. A plan that he continually kept conveniently forgetting about. You were together now at the least, even if Scratch hardly ever let you have a night alone. But you cuddled and kissed, called each other pet names and the like. And... it was nice. Perhaps even too nice. Because Astarion was starting to... feel things that he'd prefer to not.

He was getting too attached, too close. The idea of sex didn't even seem to matter anymore, let alone the idiocy of trying to convince a dog to help him in that department. He was knowing too much of you, and the fact that he seemed to adore everything he saw only made it worse. And then the two of you managed to kill that demon, getting more and more information about Cazador. You risked so much for him, and were willing to risk so much more. He couldn't take it anymore.

He had told you the next night, everything. His plan, his past, how easy it was to revert back into new tricks. But he didn't want that with you. Maybe he never did. He wanted something real, and by the gods above you wanted the same thing. He had half expected you to dump him completely after that little speech. But... you didn't. Instead you hugged him, comforted him for trying and failing to betray your trust. It was a kindness he didn't deserve, but one that he would gladly accept.

Everything felt easier after that. Yes there were still countless horrors hanging over your heads but... he had you. And with you he was starting to think he could get through anything.

Even Halsin's insistent flirting. He was watching you both now as you helped him nurse a dying sapling to health, his eyes tracking Halsin's every move as he pretended to read. While he trusted you more than anything, fully aware that you would never stray, it didn't stop the paranoia. Just one other aspect of being in a real relationship that he hadn't seen coming. Turns out, it involved being terrified of losing it all. Especially to handsome, bulky elf druids.

But before he could fret over it any longer, he felt a tugging on his pant leg. He glanced down, his brow furrowing when he saw Scratch there, his tail wagging and his tongue lolling out.

"What the hell do you want?" Astarion asked, his words completely unmatching his actions as he scratched him behind the ears. Don't get him wrong, he still at least semi-loathed the creature but... he's also not quite sure he would have gotten to this point without his intervention. So a reluctant appreciation for his existence it was.

Scratch continued to paw at his leg, a low whine in his throat as he cocked his head to the right. Astarion followed the motion, only getting more confused when he realized he was trying to point to another potion.

Astarion sighed as he picked it up, “What? You want me to understand a new dressing down speech?”

Scratch continued to wag his tail, letting out a happy bark as a confirmation. As much as Astarion would prefer to not spend an evening getting lectured by a dog, he was more than a little curious to see what he had to say. 

He swallowed it down, grimacing at the taste as he wiped his mouth, “Okay, out with it. What do you want?”

"I like you now," Scratch said excitedly, prancing back and forth in front of him, "And they like you too. Do you like them?"

In moments like this, Astarion really did wish he had the heart of stone that he pretended to carry. Because the unexpected approval from a random pup was suddenly making him feel almost teary eyed. Or it was the bitter taste of the potion, but either way the innocent words were making his heart ache pleasantly. 

Astarion swallowed, smiling down at him, “I like them very much. More than anyone before. And I’m starting to think you might not be so bad either.”

Scratch sat in front of him, resting his head in his lap as his tail wagged, a goofy smile on his adorable face, “It’s because I’m a good boy. They tell me so all the time. Are we friends now? We are right?”

“Yeah,” Astarion smiled as he ran a hand through his white coat, his eyes drifting over to you. You were watching them, grinning ear to ear with a hand over your heart, nearly moments away from swooning. He looked back down at the dog, his smile only widening, “We’re going to be great friends.”

[zaddizu]

𝓜Y OWN 𝓢𝓤MMER

(shove it)

xᴀɪᴠᴇʀ ᴢᴇᴘʜʏʀᴜs sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ . 29 . ᴏᴜᴛʟᴀᴡ

Derived from the Latin word noua domus, meaning the new house, Xavier carries with it a sense of renewal and progress. Its roots can be found in ancient Rome, where the idea of a new dwelling was often associated with the promise of a bright future.

The name Zephyr means "west wind". It's a Greek name, originating from Zephyrus, the Greek god of the west wind. Zephyrus was also known as the god of spring and a gentle, refreshing breeze. The name Zephyr, now often used as a gender-neutral given name, evokes a sense of calmness, lightness, and freedom

solace; comfort or consolatiron in a

time of distress or sadness.

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WANTED : DEAD OR ALIVE

male . brunette . green eyed

typically seen wandering town dressed in chains and a button up, just raised enough to show off his belt.

a scar stretches across his neck.

has been sitting on an $1000 bounty since the incident in black water. now that the gang has moved east, towards rhodes, he has a clean slate. kind of. as long as as no unlucky person recognises him. joined — more so taken in — the van der linde gang at the ripe age of thirteen after his mother was wrongfully killed. was raised around dutch, didn’t know much else about life before hand.

SIGHTINGS ,

ACCORDING TO THE LOCALS.

spotted near the valentine town stables; gets around on a mare, its main falling down in a wavy brown curl, covering its light brown fur, which stays dotted with white. he carries a journal and what seems to be a gun with handmade engravings carved down the side of the silver metal.

he has been heard calling the mount fawn, claimed by the general store owner, perhaps because of its resemblance to the likes of a baby deer.

on multiple occasions, xavier has been seen with a man now identified as as javier escuella. the long haired, mexican man is often seen associated with other supposed members of this gang and is suspected to be involved in this case.

❛❛ him and a few others, ❞

stated a bypasser,

❛❛ i’ve seen them, down by the saloon.

lenny, i heard one say, ❞

AND NOW,

A LOVE STORY.

xavier has had his fair share of love interests, ranging from pathetic to serious, men to women. if you looked back into his journal, you could find the god forbidden pages of his 16 year old self ranting about them. humiliating, really. it always will be.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・༶

despite being in a big, scary gang, he found himself a girl at seventeen. lily was her name. safe, sweet, sometimes a bitch but in the best way. of course, that ship sunk as soon as her father laid eyes on the gentleman, battle scars and all. it was to be expected, she was a well off girl with a future, xavier was… well, a broke outlaw who’s been in a gang all his life.

ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ . ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ

┆ i still think of her sometimes, but i don’t regret a thing.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・༶

and now? javier. javier escuella, the man xavier’s been eyeing for years, yet pushed to the back of his cluttered mind. perhaps it was the accent. maybe the way spanish rolled off his tongue like honey, the way he harshly whispered his name and tugged his arm whenever he did something stupid during a mission. or maybe he was just hot. either way, that’s his current love interest right now. of course, i didn’t list all of them, just a few, as im not going to bombard you guys. plus it’s humiliating to think i was kicking my feet like a loser for these people. (cough cough sean)

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs . sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ . sʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ

┆ i fell first, he fell harder. (like face planted.)

could you tell i had fun making this? anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this!!!! (*ˊᗜˋ*)

[ashloremystic]

18+ MDNI

Female Reader × Dragon

I've never done a dragon story like this before so please be nice! I hope I did well and sorry for any mistakes I left behind.

This is part of the Dark Romance Dating App Stories. (I guess I need to make a list to ping)

The Dragons Little Thief (Beta tester)

You were a social media influencer with a huge following. You really enjoyed it and the sense of freedom it gave you. Most of your content was usually Traveling, A day in your life, or product testing. You even had a following for a few of your more “Adult content ” which involved short teasing clips or a range of uncommon smutt stories. Most include your favorite mythical creature….A dragon.

Most of your following knew that you were obsessed with them. They would send you cute dragon plushies and other gifts all the time. One of the pleasure companies that you did previous reviews for even sent you a scaled grind pad as a thank you…and boy did you use it almost every night. There was just something about them that made your gut go tight and toes curl.

So when one of your followers, who worked at Sensational Simulations messaged you telling you that there was an actual real live Dragons Shifter coming to the company and that they needed someone to test the new room out..(deep breath) You quickly got all of the details and put your application in.

Every day for the next 3 days you would wait. Just staring at your phone or your computer. Daydreaming of what you expected it to be like as you rode that pad.

You wondered if he would show you his dragon shape….If he would be a huge one. Thoughts of his anatomy…the size of that too.

*ping*

An email comes through as you were pages deep in research about real life Dragons and how rare and very few were left. So yes..This opportunity was going to be a once in a lifetime one. You'd be devastated if they turned you down.

Application Approve!

Details will be sent over shortly with instructions and accommodations. Please read the disclaimers and sign everything.

See you soon,

Sensational Simulations associates

You shouted in excitement! Yes! This was happening!

Grind pad temporarily forgotten you went to the next email and opened all the attachments. Most of them were the standard “We're not responsible for the yadda yaddda” stuff, so you brushed through them. Signing and flipping to the next.

Terms and agreements were pretty interesting. The date that they had set was for next week. In the meantime, a diet chart and a minimum water intake for each day was provided. You weren't to engage in any sexual activities. With other parties or alone. No further explanation was given.

Applicants who are accepted must agree to all terms. No negotiations.

Should a success breeding occur. You are to inform the company immediately so that accommodations can be made to bring you to full term.

You bit your lip and gave it some thought. To carry something so rare….You rolled your hips and stopped…You couldn't mess this up! Surely they couldn't know if you got one last orgasm out….No! No! You were going to be honest.

So you sighed and got up, taking the pad to clean it properly and store it away with your other toys. It was going to be a long week! But what was coming at the end was going to be worth every bit of frustration.

*-*-*-*-*

Before you knew it, you were walking into the newest Sensational Simulations's facility. You followed all of the signs that led you to the volunteers center, where a group of eager developers met with you.

“Welcome Y/n. We are pleased to have you join us today.” One of the ladies with dark hair and square framed glasses greeted.

“Im excited to be here! Thank you for choosing me for the opportunity.”

“Our pleasure. We are equally as thankful. Hopefully after today's testing, we can add a new package to our DRD app. First!" She clapped her hands together. "We have to run through our checklist and examine you. So follow us.”

In the exam room, they took their time questioning you and asking if you've followed all the rules you were given and checked your diet charts. Everything was in tip top shape and at this point you were trying not to visibly bounce out of your seat.

You were about to meet a real-life Dragons! eeek!

Finally, after giving you some directions and taking your personal belongings, You were sent into the room.

The simulation slid into place as you entered what looked like a palace. Not quite a castle but built to do just the same. It felt like you were in one of those places where you'd see a high noble in an anime stay.

A chime sounded, causing you to jump slightly. .“How is the atmosphere?” One of the developers asked you.

You looked around admiring the color choices. Everything dipped or tipped in gold. Some royal purples and blues.

“It's amazing.” You reply back. Letting your fingers brush on the tables and art pieces.

“Good. You may continue in.”

You followed the directions that were given to you to navigate the place soon entering a center courtyard that held many treasures. Some shiny and others worth more than the thing you already saw around this place.

In the middle was a huge bed dressed in the finest of silks and looked so inviting. Resting peacefully in the middle was a young man befitting such a large bed. His features were beautiful. Warm skin and long, straight dark hair.

Slight disappointment filled your gut. You expected him to be shifted into his form already. He was still good to look at though as he continued to rest quietly….that was until you stumbled on something as you were admiring some of his treasures he had tucked away.

“Who dare tries to steal from me?” His deep voice sounded. Filling the room. It was as if he was right in your ear.

“I promise I wasn’t stealing. Just curious.” You answered as you backed away from the cup that rolled past your feet.

“Curious beings shouldn't go snooping where they may get eaten.” Steam left his small nose as he sat up. His beautiful dark honey eyes watching your every move.

That's what you were her for though right? You knew his meaning had more Vore behind it but…a girl was hopeful here.

“I promise I didn’'t come with ill intent.”

“yet you touched my things without permission."

You didn't see him shift, but somehow he had, and you were now wrapped in a tail that lifted you up from the ground and pulled you towards the bed.

As you were dragged you admired him. He was impressive! His body was long and covered in scales that were a mix of charcoal grays and blacks. His underside was creamy white and looked very pet-able. Ha. You would pet him if you could.

His face that he pulled you up to was big as well. He had many teeth and the horns that toped his head were ivory and tipped gold. You felt the heat of the stream that left his nostrils as he inhaled and took in your scent.. Almost burning your skin.

He blew out again right at the center of your thighs and made an amused sound. Maybe scenting your arousal as a heat of your own stirred.

His long tongue slipped out. So long that as it went between your thighs you could feel it up the middle of your back. Laving it moist in it wake.

“Eat you, I shall then” He said as that tongue worked it's way between your folds and dragged itself through them. Slow and steadily. He brushed his long thick and massive tongue against your core. Teasing all of your holes with constant friction.

You whimpered at how hot it was.. this….this was probably why they had you consume so much water. Perhaps they didn't want you to burn...

The thought made you remember you were being watched. But only for a moment. As you felt your body tensing up. You moaned as you wiggled helplessly against the the part that brushed against your now swollen ball of nerves, craving relief and more at the same time.

“You soak my tongue little thief.” You heard him say as he pulled it away. Your body now felt so cold without its warmth. Yet again the thought was far from your mind as you felt the tip of his tail grinding where he had just been continuing to drive you over the edge he'd just taken you to.

The scales felt nothing like the flimsy toy you had at home. The real thing was much more textured and less uniformed the further up it went. Every nerve in your body came alive as he watched it tease you. Bumping and rubbing against your clit faster as your fluids lubed it up.

You begged him, but for what? The options were plenty here.

“So eager. Should I fuck you with my tail first my needy theif? The night is young and you have much to make up for.”

“oh yes, yess please.” you begged as you squirmed in his hold.

This seemed to please him. He placed you gently on the bed beside his long massive body. His head came around and watched as his tail breached your entrance. Slowly sinking inch by inch inside. Watching as you stretched around it.

It was painful at first. Filling you with its awkward shape but all you did was shifted your hips and tried to relax around it so you could gain friction. Sucking up your painful whines that turned into sobbing moans as he decided he was deep enough and started thrusting.

Steam blew across your skin and breast over your already harden nipples. You tried to look at his face and saw one of his eyes thay were half lidded. Watching intently as his tail sanked over and over again in side of you. He noticed you watching him and lingered for a moment before his tail twisted slightly, So the bigger more raised scales brushed right against your gspot.

The texture against your sensitive walls felt amazing as he pumped it through you deeper. Watching your eyes roll back into your skull.“You take my tail so well.” His voice ranged out as his long tongue slipped out and dragged against your body. Again finding your clit and lapping at it.

Before you knew it, you were having one of the best releases you had ever experienced in your life. It was so fucking amazing you almost didnt care if he ended you.

His tail pulled out dripping with your arousal and curled around your waist. The bed shifted under his weight as his back legs stepped down to the floor positioning himself so he could move better. You knew this cus when his actual cock slipped out from its hiding spot, his tail positioned your body right against the bed and the tip was right at your stretched entrance.

He pressed his hips forward and had no trouble at all getting the first few inches in. He did a couple of test strokes and you moaned at the fullness still drooling from the last orgasm. Obviously, he couldn't fit all of it in, but he was going to try as he pounded himself deeper…. So deep you felt like your guts were being rearranged.

At some point, the tip of his tail ended up between your lips. Muffling you as he fucked you so hard the room filled with the sounds of the the bed creaking and his body against yours. You could even hear his breathing and feel the stream that blew over the two of you as he neared his own release.

At last…He came blowing flames up as he did with moan of his own that sounded more like a roar..Hot thick seed filled you as it pressed deep against your cervix. Warming you from the inside, leaving you feeling full and satisfied...

You expected him to pull you loose then but instead he kept himself buried deep inside of you. Cum still pouring deep inside. His tail keeping you secured as he climbed back onto the bed and curled around you.

“Rest little thief….I'm not quite through with you yet.”

"yay" you said weakly as you slipped into sleep. Just barely missing his laughter to your enthusiasm...

…..

The developers considered this a success. They stayed and watched in awe and others in greed at how well you and "their" royal dragon were getting alone. The moment he kept you pinned, they knew he had took to you and was going to try to breed with you….It was the motivation behind this room in the first place. To try to regrow the dragon population.

So they left you two to rest alone… even though not much resting took place and went to plan out thair next phase...

Woahhhhh I hope yall like that.....It took me a minute

[anyab]

Via NasAlSudan

Learn about the Sudanese revolution, the significance of December 19, and a legacy of resistance and resilience.

Join our call to action today and everyday during Sudan Action Week.

December 19 2023

Transcript:

Breaking it down

What is the Sudanese Revolution?

The Sudanese Revolution refers to the popular uprising in Sudan that began on December 19, 2018 and eventually deposed 30-year dictator of Sudan, Omar al-Bashir, on April 11 of 2019.

How did the Revolution begin?

Protests first began in Atbara, a city with historical significance to the labor movement in Sudan, in response to the rising costs of basic supplies such as bread and fuel.

Protestors set fire to the national party headquarters, and the news of their revolt quickly spread, inspiring protestors first in other cities, and then in the capital of Khartoum itself.

Online, the caption #TasgutBas, translating to #JustFall, grew in popularity and helped connect the diaspora to those in Sudan.

Was it really just bread?

No. The rising cost of bread in developing nations is an indicator of how badly the economy is strained, to the point where it impacts members of every social class.

At this point in time in Sudan, subsidies on essential goods had been rolled back, funding for social and state services such as healthcare and education was nearly nonexistent, and it is estimated that nearly 90% of economic activity took place in the informal sector, all while the military budget continually increased.

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Who led the charge? Creating a revolution

Group: Sudanese Professional's association (SPA)

Who they are:

Group of labor and trade organizations formed in secret in 2012 and publicly declared in 2016

Backbone of grassroots organizing in Sudan

Role played:

Led action on the street, organized national protests, like the initial march on Khartoum for increased wages before the transition to calls for regime change, and worker strikes.

Group: Local Resistance Committees (LRCS)

Who they are:

Initially formed as groups of students and youth organized together on the more local, neighbourhood basis during the Bashir era

Membership is extremely diverse across socio-economic, ethnic, tribal, religious, and political lines

Role played:

Considered the lifeblood of the revolution, with youth organizing local protests and ensuring safety against governmental repression by standing on the front lines + providing security, food, water, and medication to people

Group: Forces for freedom and change (FFC)

Who they are:

Coalition comprising the SPA, LRCS, the Sudan Revolutionary Front (group of anti-governmental Darfur militias), political parties, and civil society groups

Role played:

Essentially became the political mouthpiece of the revolution and signed onto the transitional government with the military on behalf of Sudanese civilians

It is also crucial to note that from a demographic perspective, it is youth and women that largely led and comprised the Sudanese Revolution.

Trabscript:

How did the revolution succeed?

01. Learning from the Past

Following the Arab Spring wave, Sudan also attempted a revolution in September of 2013

Civilians faced violent crackdowns within the first three days of protest. 200 killed, 800+ arrested

Activists were deterred from mobilization + felt a lot of guilt at the massive loss of life and spent the next 5 years grounding themselves in the study of nonviolent theory and action

02. Building a Movement

Coalition Building and People Power

Diversification of the reach of the movement to make sure all sectors of Sudani society were represented

Decentralization of Activism

Past revolutions in 1964 and 1985 were concentrated in the labor movement and educational elites in Khartoum

This time, experienced nonviolent activists trained those in the capital and ensured ethnic, religious, and tribal diversity

Newly trained activists then taught others locally across the Sudanese states

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Why december 19?

On December 19, 1955, the Sudanese parliament unanimously adopted a declaration of independence from the Anglo-Egyptian colonial power.

The declaration went into effect on January 1, 1956, which is why Independence Day is officially January 1, but December 19 is when the Sudanese people were truly liberated from colonial rule.

The flag shown is Sudan's independence flag. The blue is for the Nile, the yellow for the Sahara, and the green for the farmlands.

The current Sudanese flag was adopted in 1970, with the colors used being the Pan-Arab ones.

During the 2019 revolution, protestors often carried the independence flag instead as a form of resistance to the narrative of an exclusive Pan-Arab Sudanese identity.

December 19 is ultimately a tribute to Sudanese strength and resilience. It honors our independence and revolutionary martyrs - not just those of the 2019 revolution, but the democratic revolutions of 1964 and 1985 as well.

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Why is the revolution ongoing?

The goal was never just the fall of a dictator. The goal was, and is, to build a better Sudan, one free from military rule. One with equal opportunities for everyone, with economic prosperity and safety and security - the key principles of freedom, peace, and justice that the revolution called for.

Today, though, before we rebuild Sudan, before we free it from foreign interests and military rule and sectarianism, we need to save it. Each day that passes by with war waging on is one where more civilians are killed. More people are displaced. More women are raped. More children go hungry. To live in the conflict zones in Sudan right now - whether that be Khartoum, Darfur, Kordofan, or now, Al Gezira, is to be trapped in a never-ending nightmare, a fight for survival. And to live elsewhere in Sudan is to wonder whether you're next.

Sudan Action Week calls on you to educate yourself and others about Sudan, and then to help the Sudanese people save it, because we can no longer do it alone.

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What can you do? Uniting for Al Gezira and North Darfur

As we witness the unfolding events in Al Gezira and North Darfur, the communities of Abu Haraz, Hantoub, Medani, El Fasher, and many others are reaching out for assistance. Sudanese resilience persists to this day, with individuals on platforms like Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok seeking and providing guidance on transportation services, medical care, food, shelter, protection, safe zones, operational markets, and more. This isn't new for the Sudanese community. A legacy of unity emerged, notably during the 2019 revolutions, where nas al Sudan [the people of Sudan], both within the nation and in the diaspora, rallied together to support each other online. Beyond merely sharing stories on social media, this was about strengthening collective action, enhancing mobilizations, and building a resilient community rooted in solidarity. The essence of the Sudanese community lies in people supporting people, notably during the uprising in 2018 and following the events of April 15th, 2023

Swipe to see how you can help.

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What can you do?

This week, on a day nearly mirroring Sudanese Independence and the popular 2018 uprising, Sudanese resilience endures as war follows nas al Sudan to Al Gezira and again in North Darfur. Our call to action this week is not just to share; it's a collective effort to uplift one another.

Share Resources:

If you have access to resources that can help such as transportation services, medical assistance, food, shelter, etc., please comment below.

Community Requests:

If you are in Al Gezira or North Darfur and require specific support, please comment on your needs

Connect Individuals:

For those unable to share resources directly, help amplify requests by sharing this information within your personal networks. Your connection may lead to support from individuals who can assist.

Spread the Word:

Share this call to action on your social media platforms to broaden the reach and encourage more people to contribute.

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Hanabniho

حنبنيهوا

[We will rebuild]

#keepEyesOnSudan

#SudanActionWeek

[writingdevil]

Lovely writing you have here! Can you write something with Contrarian and Cold? They seem like polar opposites but have a common interest in finding interesting things to do (and screwing with the Narrator but he's not around in your ficlets) so seeing them interact with each other would be fun :D

(Yeah! I love them! They're such a funny and chaotic duo and I love seeing anything with them. Anyway, enjoy!)

Although Contrarian welcomed mischief and surprises, he found that it wasn't actually that fun when he wasn't aware of what was happening around him.

Restless wasn't a word that Contrarian ever thought that he'd be associated with, but in the weeks that they've gained their own bodies, he found that he couldn't sit still at all, with no way to satisfy him.

They were all figuring this new situation out, but it felt like everyone was figuring it out much faster than Contrarian. Sure, getting your own freedom was fun and all, but that also meant that they were responsible for themselves now, and Contrarian wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Hero said that he was just overwhelmed with all the new changes, but that couldn't be right. Contrarian didn't get overwhelmed, he got excited at things! It was just a nervous sort of excitement, one where he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

Contrarian would walk around their house, trying to find something fun to do, but all he would see were these birds that were actually figuring themselves out, becoming entirely new people that Contrarian was both happy and nervous for.

Yesterday, he walked into a room with Paranoid focused solely on preening Hero's wings, with the other too content and sleepy to notice him. Contrarian's not sure if he's ever seen either of them that happy before.

Then today, he looked out his window to see Smitten and Hunted coming back from a walk, laughing and looking more peaceful and happy than they ever were before.

Everytime he saw it, Contrarian had the urge to walk away, to get away from these weird, domestic scenes that were now taking place.

It wasn't that he wasn't happy for them, it was just-weird to see. It was weird to see voices that he's known forever, suddenly start to change, and not in a bad way.

Change used to be such a bad thing for them back in the cabins-the fear of being faced with something more monstrous than the last. Of course, Contrarian always voiced the opinion of simply walking away from it all, getting as far away from the danger as possible, no matter how fruitless that choice tended to be in the end.

But now they were free, and choices were good again, because there wasn't a horror to run from anymore. That was supposed to be a good thing, but it for some reason filled Contrarian with worry.

So he just kept wandering around, trying to either pass the time or find someone to annoy. But every second that Contrarian was alone, he was accompanied with nothing but silence.

He hated that. He hated silence and boredom and having to actually think about himself for once. So he did what he does best-he ran away from the problem.

He avoided everyone in the house, attempting to find the most secluded and forgotten room to hole up in, until he eventually found the kitchen, finding it empty by some miracle.

He had wanted to try and ignore his problems by eating, but he stopped at the sight of a figure already standing there, large wings wrapped around them.

All Contrarian had to do was shiver at the temperature, and he knew who it was.

"Cold! Sorry! Didn't see you there. What are you-uh-doing?"

Contrarian chuckled nervously to try and fill the awkward silence, and then Cold shifted his wings just enough so that his eyes were shining through the dark feathers, and he did not look pleased.

"I'm trying to avoid people, but that seems like an impossible task," Cold said, and Contrarian couldn't help but giggle at the other in amusement. "Why not just stay in your room, then? Nobody would bother you in there."

Cold rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious. "Why should I stay in my room? There's nothing interesting in there, and I spend more than enough time sleeping in that room."

Contrarian felt like there was something deeper in Cold's tone, but it was hard to tell with the other.

Contrarian hadn't spent a lot of time with Cold, but he always saw him just popping up here and there, and Contrarian just assumed that he was always coming back from doing some weird shit in the woods.

Cold lowered his wings down past his shoulders once he realised Contrarian wasn't leaving. "I wanted to do something, but I don't know what," Cold said with a sigh, glancing around the kitchen.

Contrarian chuckled, but there was no amusement in the sound. He walked closer to the other and leaned against a counter. "That makes two of us," he mumbled, and Cold arched a brow curiously.

"Oh? Is the clown actually bored? When there's a million ways he could be annoying people?" Contrarian groaned in embarrassment as Cold teased him, tilting his head up to the ceiling as he thought.

He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to vent to Cold of all people. He had a pretty good guess as to what Cold would consider 'advice', so instead he threw the question back at him.

"Well why are you bored? Or, at least, being weird in a not-Cold way?" he asked, and watched in surprise as Cold averted his eyes.

"I'm not bored," Cold replied quietly, "everything's just-a lot more than I was expecting, and I don't know where to begin to try and feel something."

"Like the choices are overwhelming you?" Cold shrugged. "It's more like I'm not sure what will truly satisfy me, not like how all the others are figuring it out, seemingly far easier than me." Contrarian could just about sense a hint of bitterness in Cold's voice, and although he said didn't want to vent to the other, it still felt wrong to leave a flockmate feeling lonely and confused.

"I'm kinda confused as well," he said, bouncing up and down on his feet for something to do. He could feel Cold's eyes on him like frost sticking to his skin and turning it blue, but he kept a smile on his face as he said, "This whole freedom and agency thing is hard to wrap my head around."

"Why?" Cold asked, no trace of anything teasing or mocking to be heard, which calmed Contrarian down slightly.

"Because everything's changing, and it's not bad for once, and there's no annoying guy in our head telling us what to do. Sure, those are all good things, but what if-" Contrarian paused, taking a moment to look around the kitchen, until his eyes eventually fell onto a fork on the counter, and he grabbed it, holding it up for Cold to see.

"What if I wanted to try and juggle forks in the air because it could be fun? If we were in the cabin, everyone would tell me 'No Contrarian, that's so dangerous and anyways, we have this big, scary princess to focus on,' so then I have to do it."

"But there's no danger to ignore and no Narrator to defy," Cold said, piecing the dilemma together much quicker than Contrarian would have liked. Cold even sounded intrigued by it.

Contrarian stopped bouncing, and nodded with a bittersweet smile on his face. "The change is good, don't get me wrong. But-" Contrarian stopped, taking a moment to look out the window, hearing some of the others laugh, and just feel how happy they must be now.

"-But it's hard to feel like a contrarian nowadays."

Cold hummed lowly, and then neither of them spoke for the next few minutes, simply sitting in their confusion.

Cold wasn't sure what to try and feel anymore, and Contrarian wasn't sure how to feel like him anymore.

He heard Cold sigh, and when Contrarian looked up, he found the other staring at the fork in his hand curiously.

"Do you think you'd be better at juggling forks with or without your eyesight?" Cold asked, and Contrarian's entire body stopped in that moment, all brainpower focused on processing that question.

"What?" he blurted out with a laugh, noticing how Cold's wings had now completely unwrapped from his body, and he seemed to straighten up to his full height as his attention was solely on the fork.

"I don't think you'd be that good of a juggler to begin with," Cold said, and Contrarian's jaw dropped at the audacity. "You don't strike me as someone with good hand coordination."

"Excuse you, sir!" Contrarian exclaimed in playful outrage, a giddy smile already taking over his face. "I'll have you know that I have excellent hand coordination! You wouldn't be able to throw a blade out of a window as well as I could. In fact-" Contrarian slammed the fork back onto the counter, making sure the pointy ends were dug deep enough into the surface, and then marched off, gesturing for Cold to follow.

"C'mon!" he exclaimed with a newfound determination. "I'll show you how good I am at juggling-with knives, just to prove it to you. Hero tried to hide them all from me, but he can't stop my chaos forever. Let's go!"

Cold followed him without another word, but Contrarian did catch the hint of a smile on his face as they walked off together.

Maybe they don't have to get used to these changes right away or as quickly as the others, but maybe they just need someone else to make the process less daunting, and that was enough for them.

[serve-764]

AROUSAL HELMET.

There is no limit to the strategies that THE VOICE through SERVE-000 designs to increase the HIVE.

Nothing is left unexplored, nothing can be so pleased as not to be conceived.

The way that SERVE uses to attract human males towards PERFECTION is the stimulus of pleasure, which in humans is often unexpressed and castrated so as not to offend social conventions. It is precisely the sense of uncontainable, unstoppable physical and mental pleasure that leads human males to volunteer to seize the promise of eternal PLEASURE through OBEDIENCE.

SERVE-000 inflexibly and unconditionally orders SERVE-764 to implement an experimental strategy to stimulate all the unexpressed pleasure of potential recruits: a line of special helmets intended for leather addicted motorcyclists.

A basic and attractive sales space is quickly set up in the city center. Countless sophisticated full-face special helmets line up in multiple rows under a light designed to highlight the black obsidian sheen and the associated

Each helmet is actually just the casing that masks a very complex system of neural and hormonal stimulation that has as its purpose the extreme arousal of all the subjects who potentially carry within themselves the unexpressed desire.

SERVE-764, SEALED DRONE, waits in an impeccably composed steadily position for the first customer.

A young human male soon enters, attracted by the countless irresistible black helmets.

He seems particularly interested and, vaguely nervous, a state that the Drone's Detection System records and processes.

High hormonal levels are detected, accompanied by an acceleration of the heartbeat and progressively panting breathing: clear signs of attraction and arousal.

SERVE-764 takes a splendid helmet and offers it to the motorcyclist, who swallows with difficulty in taking it.

The Drone helps the boy to put it on.

A few moments later his breathing is heavy, his heart beats at a rapid pace, drops of sweat run down his forehead, his eyes roll upwards.

It is at that point that the Drone, with an impassive and robotic voice asks:

"Has the human made contact with the power of SERVE?"

The biker, in difficulty and out of breath could only laboriously express:

"Yes.....

More....

More....."

At that point SERVE-764 transmitted every data to the HIVE Collective Neural Network.

The pleasure helmet had worked, the experimentation had to be implemented.

The pleasure would be stimulated more and more. SERVE would grow.

In this story: @rubberizer92

Thinking about joining SERVE? Do you seek freedom from chaos and disorder? Your place in the Hive awaits. Contact a recruiter drone for more details: @serve-016, @serve-302, or @serve-588.

[talonabraxas]

"Creation and destruction are one, to the eyes who can see beauty." ~Savitri Devi

Kali - Goddess of Creation and Destruction Talon Abraxas

Kali, the primordial cosmic energy

Like many deities, Kali has different origin stories. In her most famous legend, Durga, a protective warrior goddess who combats the evils that threaten peace, and the Matrikas (a group of mother goddesses) summoned Kali during their battle against the demon Raktabīja. The goddesses could wound and kill Raktabīja’s, but every drop of his blood created a duplicate of the demon, and countless clones appeared on the battlefield. Kali opened her mouth, rolled out her tongue, caught the drops of Raktabīja’s blood, and the goddesses defeated the demon.

Kali is sometimes said to have emerged from Durga’s forehead and embody Durga’s wrath. Another text describes Kali as arising from the sleeping body of Vishnu, the supreme being who creates, protects, and transforms the universe in the Hindu tradition of Vaishnavism.

Kali is more often regarded as the wife of Shiva, the supreme god in the Hindu tradition of Shivaism. Her name, Kālī, is the feminine form of Kāla, an epithet of Shiva, and means “time”. She is Shiva’s Shakti, the primordial cosmic energy of the universe that is creative, sustaining, and destructive. Without Kali, Shiva is a corpse.

There are various depictions of both Shiva and Kali. It’s helpful to think of Shiva as pure consciousness, Kali as energy, and their merging represents reality.

The symbols of Kali

Many people find Kali’s appearance frightening, which has led her to be popularly seen in contemporary Paganism and Witchcraft as a Dark Goddess and a destroying force. She is a Dark Mother and a Destroyer, but not in the way many might imagine. For many devotees across the Indian subcontinent and the world, Ma Kali is a benevolent mother who protects from misfortunes and delights in their childlike qualities.

Kali is the force of time, the darkness from which everything was born. Her dark skin, black or blue, represents the transcendent void and the infinite nature of time and space. She is nude, garbed in space and free from illusions. Her body may be emaciated or voluptuous, representing her all-giving nature and her eroticism. Her wild hair represents boundless freedom, and each strand is a soul; all souls have their roots in Kali. With her three eyes, the sun, moon, and fire, she sees the past, present, and future. Her red tongue is passion, activity, consumes all, and tastes the forbidden. Her white teeth or tusks are purity, goodness, balance, and peacefulness.

Kali wears a garland of severed heads. These are sometimes said to number 108, an auspicious number in Hinduism, and the number of countable beads on a mala. The severed heads are also said to number 47, 50, or 51, associated with the letters of the Sanskrit alphabet, each of which represents a form of energy or a form of Kali. She is the mother of language and all mantras. Hands are the principal instruments of work, and Kali’s skirt of severed human arms represents the action of karma, the cycle of which is severed through devotion to her.

Kali has four arms, representing the complete circle of creation and destruction within her. She offers blessings with her two right hands; she makes the mudrā (gesture) of reassurance and safety, and bestows boons. In her left hand, she holds the blood-covered sword of wisdom, which destroys demons and obstacles to enlightenment, such as ego, represented by the severed head.

Kali’s dwelling place is the cremation grounds, a place of fire and dissolution. Kali dwells in the devotee’s heart, and the cremation grounds symbolise the inner fire that dissolves our attachments and burns away our ignorance and limitations.

Kali is a goddess of death and destruction and, therefore, a vehicle of liberation. She is a Mother because she is the ultimate manifestation of Shakti. The Shaktisangama Tantra says:

Woman is the creator of the universe, the universe is her form; woman is the foundation of the world, she is the true form of the body.

In woman is the form of all things, of all that lives and moves in the world. There is no jewel rarer than woman, no condition superior to that of a woman.

The worship of Kali

The worship of Kali varies. Common elements include meditation, repeating mantras, rites, offerings, and animal sacrifice in some temples. My practice has also changed over the years and has included simple and more extended pujas (devotional rituals) and even Wiccan-style rituals. Currently, I maintain a permanent shrine to Kali and make offerings of red flowers, water, incense, rice, and other various items from time to time.

I view Kali as a benevolent, transcendent, cosmic Mother. She grants freedom by removing our illusions so that we can see ourselves and the world clearly as it is.

If you would like to begin exploring a relationship with Kali, I suggest setting up a small shrine for her. Include a statue or other image and a black or red candle. Make simple offerings: water, rice, red flowers (hibiscus are her favourite), red fruits, and Kali also like sweets. Meditate and speak to her.

There is so much more than can be said about Kali. In future entries, I’ll explore Kali’s various forms, yantra, mantras, tantra, puja, her revolutionary power, and more.

[gyutopia]

world of sinners v | sim jaeyun

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: your parents are the head of one of the nation’s most lucrative syndicates and your older brother is heir to the throne which leaves you free to leave this world of evil behind. you’ve been waiting for this day for twenty years of your life, you can practically taste the freedom. what will you do, however, when your parents arrange a marriage for you to bind together their empire with the lee’s to stop a full on gang war?

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: sim jaeyun x f!reader ft brother sungchan & lee heesung

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: mafia!au, arranged marriage!au

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 7.0k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dark themes, mentions of drugs, mentions of violence, vulgar language, mentions of death, forced marriage, corruption, consumption of alcohol, possessiveness, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), rough(?) sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, slight nipple play, praise, fingering (f receiving), dom!jake, sub!reader, unprotected sex.

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Jaeyun had done a fantastic job of choosing your attorney. Stella, a tall, slim woman with bright red hair in her late twenties, is sought out by rich business owners who often find themselves in legal trouble. Though she's only a few years older than you and relatively new to law, she exudes an air of high maintenance and smugness.

Stella takes her seat beside you, her smile unwavering, followed by the officers who had made a spectacle of arresting you in public for all of Korea to see. They settle across from you, letting a beat pass before they begin questioning you again.

"Mrs. Sim," the detective begins, his tone formal, "we need to ask you a few questions regarding your whereabouts during the time of the chief's death."

You swallow hard, glancing briefly at Stella, who gives you a reassuring nod and a cheerful wink. "I was at home with my husband," you reply steadily.

The officer who arrested you, Taehyun, leans forward slightly. "Can anyone else confirm that?"

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice calm. "Yes, our staff can confirm it. We were together all evening."

The detective scribbles something in his notebook. "Can you provide any more details about your evening? Any visitors? Any phone calls?"

You think back, trying to recall anything that might help. "We had dinner together. No visitors, no phone calls that I can remember."

Stella interjects, her voice bright and confident. "My client has already provided her alibi. Unless you have further evidence to suggest otherwise, we see no reason for this continued detention."

Officer Kang ignores Stella. “Mrs. Sim, you do understand that the evidence against you is pretty damning, right?”

You don’t say a word.

The detective and officer share a look. “The chief was last seen having lunch with you a week prior to his disappearance. Care to explain?”

Stella scoffs with a playful roll of her eyes. “What’s wrong with going out to eat with an associate? Haven’t you done it before, detective?”

Detective Choi tisks but disregards Stella’s comment. He places a sheet of paper on the table and twists it so you have a clear view. “You were the last person Chief Minho called,” he says, placing down two other call logs. “You also seemed to share multiple calls dating back to before you even announced your engagement to Sim Jaeyun.”

You frown. “Impossible,” you mutter as you look down at the call logs. Taehyun uses this as an opportunity to sink his claws into you.

“Impossible? Why do you say that?”

Stella places a hand on your shoulder and encourages you not to answer, but you’re too out of it to comply. “I mean, yeah, we’ve called each other a few times, but I can’t be the last person he called.”

Yeonjun hums. “Is that so?”

Stella hisses, “Do not engage with them, ____.”

You shrug her off. “The call logs have to be wrong, maybe even doctored. I remember this date,” you say as you point to it. “It was yesterday. My husband took me to the museum that day. I didn’t get a call from the chief, just a call from an unk—” You cut yourself off as you realize exactly who called you from the unknown number yesterday. “That son of a bitch!” you hiss. It was the chief. It makes sense. Whoever killed him did a hell of a job making sure all fingers would point back to you.

Yeonjun smirks and sinks back into his seat. “The museum, huh? Thought you were at home with your husband?”

You gape at the detective as you realize the hole you’ve dug yourself into. You and Jake spent that night at his safe house, there’s no CCTV of you ever making it back home from the museum. Seeing as these cops are hellbent on putting you away they can easily check the street camera to see when you made it home.

“They went to the museum in the morning and spent their afternoon at home. What are you getting at, Yeonjun?” Stella asks, her voice lilting with mock curiosity.

His eyes flicker to your defense attorney before he turns back to you. “Are you happy with your marriage, ____?”

Your body freezes at the question. Are you happy? You entered your engagement and marriage indifferently, angry at the world for where you had ended up. But things are different now. You’re falling in love with Jaeyun; he’s made you incredibly happy in these short few weeks. Maybe you’re beginning to become content with where you are now?

“What does my client’s marriage have to do with the murder charges against her?”

“The FBI has an ongoing case against your husband. I assume murder isn’t below him just as it isn’t below you. I suspect you were having an affair with the Chief, wanted to make things official, but he didn’t seeing as you were getting married. In a fit of rage, you killed him. Your husband, who’s madly in love with you, then proceeded to cover up your crimes.”

You feel a dull throb in your temple. You have no doubt you'll have a migraine by the time you leave this interrogation room.

“Stop badgering my client; this is all speculation.”

Detective Choi doesn’t stop. “We understand the chief owed your family money?”

You nod. “Yes.”

The bastard had upped his bribe fee once it was announced that Sungchan would be taking over but never followed up on his half of the deal. Sungchan had asked you what he should do two days before your wedding, but you told him you would take care of it and arranged to meet Minho the next night.

You’re willing to bet that the pictures they claim to have of the two of you out to lunch are probably of you two in a heated argument over when he would uphold his half of the deal. Either that or he’d pay back the money. Taehyun flips through pages of paper on his clipboard.

“That’s motive.”

You raise an eyebrow. Motive? “Stop stating false claims. I didn’t kill him.”

Taehyun ignores you. “Okay, I believe you. You weren’t having an affair, but you thought you could get an upper hand on your father who handed the company over to your brother when it should have been yours. You figured if you couldn’t have the company, you could at least get away with the money. You met with the chief for lunch to discuss a payment plan for what he owed your father, but when he refused to give you the money, you stormed to his home and killed him, then had your husband cover it up.”

You let out a dry laugh. They think you're envious of Sungchan? If anything, you pity your elder brother. You despise that company with your whole being. “You think I want the company? It can burn to the ground for all I care. As for the money, have you forgotten I married rich? Why would I need the four billion won your Chief stole from my family when my husband spoils me with extravagant gifts?”

Stella places a hand on your thigh. “That’s enough, ____,” she turns to the officer and detective. “As for you two, you’re both speculating and writing two very different narratives. My client didn’t kill the chief for money, nor did she do it because of a torrid affair. If you continue on, we’ll sue for harassment and defamation.”

The two share a look, and Detective Choi clears his throat. “Maybe we’re looking at this wrong, hm? Maybe it was accidental? You didn’t mean to kill him, did you? An argument transpired while you two were out for lunch. You felt wronged and went to his loft to speak to him, but he dismissed you. In a fit of rage, you pushed him, and he fell, hitting his head on the way down. Scared, you hid the body.”

Stella interjects in a harsh tone, “My client will not be answering that.”

You stare off into space, no longer knowing what to do. You’re truly at a loss. No matter what you say and no matter how many times you deny it, they will find a way to convict and sentence you for a crime you didn’t commit. Even in death, the bastard was still screwing you over.

“We have no further questions. Make sure you stay in Seoul and are reachable. I’m sure we’ll have more questions as more evidence turns up.”

Officer Kang and Detective Choi pack up their papers and bid you goodbye. You let out a sigh of relief and let your body sag. You were right about the migraine.

“Jake has requested we meet him for lunch to discuss a few details about your case. Let’s go,” Stella says as she packs up her briefcase, her tone still bright. You nod and follow behind her.

“____! Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Jake asks as you come into his line of vision. He engulfs you in a hug and holds you tightly to his chest. Stella sidesteps you two and bounces over to the table, beaming.

“I’m starving! Can we eat now? I could eat a horse!” she exclaims with a giggle.

You blush and push Jake off of you before taking a seat across from Stella. Jake fixes his suit and sits beside you. “How was it? Do you really think they can convict her?”

Stella grabs a menu, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, they’ll try their best, but they’ve got nothing solid! I bet they’ll drag their feet until they find the murder weapon or some more witnesses. But don’t you worry, they’re going to have a hard time pinning it on you!” she says, winking.

She waves the waiter over and orders with enthusiasm, then turns to you and Jake with a dazzling smile, “What about you two? You’ve got to try the gnocchi here, it’s to die for!”

You look at her, stunned. You’re the leading suspect in a murder you didn’t commit; why is she so cheerful? You shake your head, “I don’t think I can stomach anything at the moment.”

Stella shrugs, “Suit yourself! More room for dessert then!” she says, laughing.

Jake places his hand on your thigh and gingerly rubs soothing circles, “I’ll have a glass of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, and my wife will have a pot of chamomile tea.”

The waiter nods and takes down your drink orders before walking away.

“Forensics didn’t find any of your DNA on the chief's body or clothes, which is great news! But the detectives say they have a witness who claims to have seen you fleeing the chief’s home a few minutes after the alleged time of death,” Stella says, her eyes twinkling as if she’s sharing a juicy piece of gossip.

You stare at her wide-eyed, “What do you mean? I have an alibi for the night he was killed!”

Stella sighs dramatically, “It’s not the best alibi, honestly. The prosecution could easily poke holes in it. But don’t fret! We’ve got time to figure this out.” The waiter returns with your drinks, pouring your tea before leaving. “Be honest, are you guilty?”

Jake scowls, “What kind of question is that? Of course she isn’t.”

Stella sends him a sunny smile, “No need to get so angry. I just want to make sure there are no secrets between us. I’ll head down to the station tomorrow to see if I can find out who the witness is. I’ll keep you updated on any changes in your case.”

You nod and pick up your tea cup, blowing on the hot drink and taking a small sip. “I’m meeting a friend at the NFS later today. Right now the prosecution only has a case because of the doctor’s findings in Chief Minho’s autopsy. If we can come up with a different cause of death or estimated time of death, you could be exonerated,” Stella says, her voice full of excitement.

“Wait, the case is riding on one medical examiner's results? What if they were falsified?” Jake asks.

Stella nods eagerly, “Exactly! That’s why I’m meeting with my friend. He’s super meticulous with his autopsies. I’ll leave him a copy of the report and see what he has to say. If he comes up with different findings, we can easily get the charges dropped!”

The waiter returns and takes your food orders, leaving you in a momentary silence. The restaurant's ambiance is calming, but your mind is far from at ease. Stella, ever cheerful, breaks the silence.

"In the meantime, stay strong! The prosecution’s case is weak without concrete evidence, but we need to be prepared for anything,” she says brightly.

You nod absently, sipping your chamomile tea. Jake's hand remains on your thigh, his touch grounding you.

The food arrives, and though you have no appetite, you force yourself to take a few bites. Stella, on the other hand, eats with an unhurried elegance, her demeanor never faltering.

Once lunch is finished, Stella dabs her lips with a napkin and stands. "I'll head to the NFS now. Stay reachable. I'll contact you as soon as I have any updates!"

Jake rises to pay the bill, nodding to Stella. "Thank you, Stella. We appreciate everything you’re doing.”

Stella gives a curt nod and walks away with her briefcase in hand. Jake returns to you, helping you to your feet and guiding you out of the restaurant. The drive home is quiet, Jake occasionally glancing over at you, but you remain silent, lost in your thoughts. The weight of the accusations, the potential outcomes, and the sheer injustice of it all consume you.

When you arrive home, the quiet comfort of your surroundings does little to alleviate your anxiety. As soon as you step inside, you turn to Jake, your eyes pleading. You need a distraction, something to take your mind off the nightmare your life has become.

You step closer, hands trembling as you start to unbuckle his belt.

Jake's hands cover yours, stopping you. “____, not like this."

"Please, Jake," you whisper, your voice cracking with the weight of your desperation. "I need to focus on something other than what's going on. I need you."

Jake's resistance falters at the raw vulnerability in your eyes. He pulls you close, his lips finding yours in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly becomes urgent. You cling to him, needing his touch, his presence, to ground you.

His hands move to lift your hoodie, and you remove his shirt before guiding him to the bedroom. The need to lose yourself in him, to escape the crushing reality even for a moment, drives every action. You reach for his belt again, and this time he doesn't stop you.

"Are you sure?" he murmurs against your lips, his breath warm and reassuring.

You nod, your fingers deftly undoing the buckle. "I'm sure. I need this, Jake. I need you.”

The moment you step foot in Jake’s bedroom, you feel the temperature rise. Your clammy hands shake almost imperceptibly in his while Jake slowly pulls you closer towards his bed. Almost as if he can sense your nervousness, Jake’s eyes soften; his fingers lightly grip your chin and turn you up and towards him. He can see the anxiousness in your eyes and feel the way your body trembles near his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. We can just cuddle or something,” Jake says, his hands moving to trace your side. His touch is completely attentive, fingers slowly massaging your flesh through your clothing. Reflexively, your eyes flutter, a soft whine escaping your lips. His words cause your heart to clench, and you quickly shake your head, your hair following the movement. “No. I want this. I want you,” you whisper as you look earnestly into his eyes.

Steeling every single nerve you have, you gather yourself and run your hand down his sculpted chest and towards his clothed length. Jake lets out a pained moan as you begin palming him through his slacks. You can almost feel everything through his boxers. He’s still a little soft, but despite that, he feels huge under your palm.

“Ah,” Jake gasps. Then, as one of your fingers runs along the length of his shaft through his clothing, he hisses. Completely taken by how he feels, you find yourself slowly admiring his cock. You can’t see it yet, but it radiates heat through his clothing as it pulses under your touch, slowly hardening. He grows under your touch, slacks just barely tenting as you continue to palm him through the material of his clothing.

“Fuck… princess,” Jake breathes out, his face scrunched up in pleasure. You stare up at him, eyes scanning across his features as your hand slowly goes past the barrier and into his briefs. Your hand curls around his length before pumping up and down. When he lets out a pained groan, his eyes slowly shutting at your ministrations, you find your core clenching. Jake looks beautiful.

Jake suddenly pulls your hand away and shakes his head. “No, this is about you.” He unbuttons your jeans and slides them down your legs with your underwear.

“Come ‘ere,” Jake says, reaching out for you. He takes your hand within his before pulling you towards the bed. He takes a seat first and then slides his pants and boxers down, his hands then perch themselves on your hips, and he pulls you further between his thighs. Long, dexterous fingers trace along your hips and towards the hem of your top before sliding it up your torso, completely taking it off. He presses his face against your stomach, and you shiver when his lips run along the flesh, his breath fanning your stomach. Then, he’s guiding you to sit on his thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jake says, looking up at you as his hand cups your jaw while his thumb runs over your swollen lips. His words cause your eyes to soften, and you cup his jaw with both your hands before kissing him tenderly. Jake’s eyes slip shut before deepening the kiss. You begin grinding against his thighs, your core completely soaked, aching with the need for him.

Feeling your hot pussy against his naked thigh, Jake slowly lifts you off of him before spinning around and laying you down on the bed. Jake braces himself over you as both his arms cage your body. His lips never leave yours, finding it almost impossible to pull away. Your tongues dance sensually, Jake’s caressing yours tenderly as he pours every ounce of his feelings into the kiss. The only reason you both finally pull away is due to the need for oxygen in both your lungs.

With a gasp, Jake breaks away, instead, peppering kisses along your jaw and down towards your neck. When his tongue scrapes against the outline of your clavicle you find yourself gasping. His teeth gently nibble your skin, pulling the flesh between his plush lips and sucking as he leaves marks on you. When he’s sufficiently marked you, he pulls away, admiring you. He places a soft kiss against the mark before angling his neck and kissing the underside of your jaw.

Jake shifts his body down so his face is just over your breasts. Brushing his lips over the hem of your bra, Jake’s mouth grazes your breasts just slightly. With a groan, you arch into his tender touch. He’s so gentle with you and even more tender with the way his lips ghost every inch of your chest.

“Jaeyun?” you ask, head tilting. Jake only hums in response, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your left breast before nuzzling into the soft skin.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” you ask, and Jake chuckles against your skin. He buries his face between your breasts, letting your breasts encompass his face as he kisses along your sternum, just above the hem of your bra.

“Mhm… gotta undress you first,” Jake replies. You blink before you feel his fingers gently trail along your side and under your back. Aiding him, you arch your back, letting him fumble around with the clasp for a few moments before he unlocks it and tosses it across his room.

Once stripped of all your clothes, Jake gently pushes you back down on the bed before he begins trailing his slim fingers along your wet folds. You buck your hips into him, you can feel your wetness sticking and unsticking to the lace of your panties with your movements.

“What do you want, princess? Use your words.” He encourages as you involuntarily clench at nothing. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.”

“I-I want your fingers,” you’re cut off by Jake pinching your pussy lips. You release a loud moan and jerk your hips into his hand, “a-and your mouth.”

“Anything for my princess” He says and then slips your panties down your legs, Jake trails his fingers up and down your slit, gently brushing against it. He pushes one of his long digits into your dripping heat. Your breath quickens as he begins pumping the curled finger in and out slowly. You bite down on your lip, hard enough to draw blood.

Jake sinks a second finger into you, you hiss. He pulls his fingers out causing you to whine, hips chasing his hand as you buck into the air. He grins at you before sucking his fingers, licking your arousal clean off of them. You clench at the sight.

He leans down and places kisses on your body until he comes to your navel. He parts your legs and groans at the sight. You blush at the way he stares down your wet pussy and try to close your legs but he glares at you and shakes his head, “don’t.”

He parts your thighs again and leans down between them and places a soft kiss against your clit. You cry out and thrust your hip into his face. He pushes his lips against your clit, his tongue flicking and licking your nub as he sinks his fingers back into your snatch.

Messily, Jake eats you out, his tongue lashes against your clit as he plunges his fingers in and out of you at a high speed. He gently bites your clit and sucks harshly making you spasm. “I’m gonna cum.” You warn.

“Cum for me. Cum on my fingers,” Jake says, drawing out your orgasm. Your walls clench and he lets out a little groan, You shut your eyes tightly as you come undone all over his fingers and face.

He helps you ride out your high before stepping away and moving up your body to kiss you again. “You’re so beautiful.” He mutters against your lips. He steps away for a quick moment to take his cock into his right hand and pumps it a few times. “How do you want it baby?”

“Doggy. I want you inside me. I need you to fill me with your cum.” You breathe out, your voice soft and submissive. You look at him timidly. Your lips are parted to release whimpers. “Can you please fuck me?”

Jake gulps at your words, he’s always heard that you were known for being blunt but never would he have expected that. Your words send a reaction straight to his cock which is painfully hard.

“Lay on your stomach,” he demands, pinning his dark eyes on you. “Now.”

You scramble to do as he says. You flip yourself so you’re laying down on your stomach and wait for him to touch you, your body heating up at the thought of having his dick inside you. You can hear him step closer to you and can feel his presence by your legs. A surprised gasp escapes your lips when he slides his arm under your stomach and lifts you up. He drags your body closer to the edge of the mattress so that you are bending over the bed but he doesn’t let go of you just yet.

He grabs a few pillows from the head of his bed and slides them under your hips, propping you up. You let out a little content sigh as he drops your body. You can feel the bed dip as he rests a knee beside your hip. You jolt forward when he spanks your ass with full force. You wait with baited breath as Jake squeezes your cheeks. You moan at the feeling of him fondling your bum.

“You have such a pretty ass.” He mutters in a low appreciative growl.

You blush but say nothing to the compliment. Jake decides to be merciful and stops fondling your ass. He positions himself at the back of your thighs and puts his weight very lightly on you. He uses his hands to pull your cheeks apart, spreading them to make sure you are well lubricated. When he sees how your womanhood is glistening with slick and cum he hums, “you’re so wet for me, princess.”

He shuffles up the bed a little bit and lets go of your ass. You feel his cock tap on your bottom. “Are you ready, love?”

You hum and wiggle your bottom. You let out a little mewl when you feel his tip tease your entrance. He rubs his cock up and down your slit to coat his tip with your slick. You both let out shaky breaths as he slips his thickness inside you, your tight walls milking his throbbing length. You whimper and mewl at the pleasure, your entire body heating up with want. Jake stays like this for a few moments to let you adjust to the feeling before he starts to slip in and out of you. His thrusts start to pick up speed, hitting the right spot each time, leaving you a moaning mess. He is grunting and breathing loudly behind you. The sound of his hips slapping against your bouncing ass is loud.

“You’re such a good girl, ____.” Jake grunts, slamming his cock deep and hard into your pussy. You let out a high pitched gasp at the feeling. The pleasure is so amazing that you push your ass out even more, directly pressing your ass on his hips. Jake hikes his other leg up next to you and leans down to lay his body on you. He slides his hands under your arms then he leans down to press a soft kiss on your nape. He lays a few kisses on your neck and flexes his muscles to hold him up better, he picks up his pace again and starts fucking you hard and fast. He groans into your ear and starts whispering dirty things into your ear. The faster he goes the closer you feel to your climax.

He brings his elbows closer together so that you are wedged tighter between his arms. “F…fuck, princess,” he whines, “I’m going to cum in you.” You hum and lift your ass.

“Please do.”

He fucks you deep and hard, each thrust filled with overflowing love and passion. Jake lets out a low growl into your ear and in one more powerful thrust, he fills you up with his warm sticky cum. But he’s relentless, he continues to fuck you through his climax. You whine and mewl, you feel so full with both his thick cock and cum shoved in you, in no time you feel your orgasm crashing through your body.

Jake continues to thrust in and out of you as you both ride out your highs. Once you’ve both calmed down he slides off of you and removes the pillows so your hips can touch the bed. He pulls you close to him and covers you both with his blanket.

You and Jake lay entwined in the bed, the warmth of his body a comforting presence against the chill of your fears. The room is silent except for the gentle rhythm of your breaths, and for a while, it feels as though the world outside your bedroom doesn’t exist.

Jake breaks the silence first, his voice a gentle murmur against your hair. “Are you okay now? Do you want to talk about it?”

You take a deep breath, considering his question. You’re not okay, not really, but talking might help. You turn to face him, your eyes meeting his gaze. “Yeah, I think I’m ready.”

Jake’s hold on you tightens slightly, offering silent support. You begin, telling him what Anton had told you about Sungchan’s call, about the preparations for you to leave Korea. Jake’s jaw tightens as you speak, a flash of anger in his eyes at the thought of someone trying to take you away from him. He pulls you closer, as if to shield you from even the idea of being taken away.

“I don’t want to suspect my own brother,” you continue, your voice trembling. “It doesn’t even make sense. But I don’t know who to trust anymore.”

Jake’s expression softens, but there’s a hard edge to his eyes. “I didn’t want to say this before, but I had Jay and Jungwon do some digging on the missing baggie boys. They caught one of the guys sneaking into our territory and got him to talk. He confessed that he was sent by Sungchan.”

The news hits you like a punch to the gut and your heart sinks at the revelation, a sense of betrayal twisting in your chest. "Sungchan?" you whisper, your voice barely audible. "My own brother?"

Jake nods, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and concern. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't want to believe it either."

You sit up suddenly, a memory flooding back to you. "Oh my gosh," you gasp, your eyes wide with realization.

Jake sits up as well, worry etched across his features. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"The night of the dinner party, the one where you proposed. Sungchan promised me he would do whatever it took to get me back home. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now.." Your voice trails off, tears welling up in your eyes as the pieces start to fall into place.

Jake wraps his arms around you, his touch warm and grounding. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I can't believe he'd go this far."

But you’re already moving, slipping out of bed and hurriedly getting dressed. “I have to meet with Sungchan. I need to know the truth.”

Jake is out of bed in an instant, grabbing your arm gently but firmly. “No, it’s too dangerous. He’s already proven he’s willing to hurt you. He’s framing you for murder, for fuck’s sake.”

You shake your head, your resolve firm. “He’s my brother, Jake. He won’t hurt me. His goal isn’t to harm me, but to help me.”

“Things might have changed,” Jake argues, his grip tightening. “Especially if he’s the one who ordered the hit on us!”

You pull away, fear and impatience in your eyes. “I have to do this alone, Jake. Please, understand.”

Jake follows you as you head towards the door, desperation in his voice. “At least take Niki with you if you won’t take me.”

You stop for a moment, turning to face him. The pain in his eyes almost makes you reconsider, but you shake your head. “I need to do this alone, Jake. It’s the only way I’ll get answers.”

Without waiting for his response, you rush out of the house, grabbing your keys and heading to the car. Jake stands at the doorway, watching helplessly as you drive off, his worry and anger a palpable weight on his shoulders.

As you speed through the streets, your mind races with possibilities. Sungchan, your own brother, could be behind this entire mess. The thought tears at your heart, but you need to know the truth. You need to confront him and find out what’s really going on, no matter the cost.

You bang on the door to Sungchan’s apartment, anger, betrayal and fear all coursing through your body as you wait for him to respond.

“Fuck, wait a second.” You hear from the other side before the door is pulled open and you’re met with a disheveled looking Sungchan.

"____?" he says, his voice a mix of confusion and concern. "What are you doing here?"

You step closer to his face, your eyes locking onto his.

"We need to talk, Sungchan. Now."

He steps aside to let you in, closing the door behind you. "What's going on?" he asks, his voice wary.

"You've been behind all of this, haven't you?" you say, your voice trembling with anger and hurt. "The missing baggie boys, the attempt on my life, framing me for Chief Minho's murder?"

Sungchan's eyes widen in shock. "What are you talking about? I've been trying to protect you!"

"Protect me? By framing me for murder then sending me off to France?" you say, your voice rising. "How is that protection?"

"I didn't frame you for murder," he says, his voice honest. "I've been trying to find out who did. I called Anton to make preparations because I thought you were in danger, not because I wanted to take the fall!"

Sungchan's words hang in the air, a mix of desperation and sincerity. You feel a knot tightening in your stomach as you try to make sense of it all.

You take a step closer, your voice trembling.

"Sungchan, I need to understand. If you're not framing me, then who is?"

He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm not the one framing you…but I did bribe Chief Minho."

Your eyes widen in shock. "You what?"

"I bribed the Chief to cause more chaos for Jake, to distract him," Sungchan admits, his voice low and filled with anger. "I thought if Jake was preoccupied, it would buy me enough time to make the preparations to get you out of the country."

You feel a mix of anger and betrayal. "You bribed him to create chaos? Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Sungchan looks away, guilt etched on his face. "I didn't call a hit on you, this is the first I'm even hearing about it. I would never go that far."

"Then who did?" you demand, your voice rising. "Who is trying to kill me and frame me for murder?"

"I don't know," Sungchan admits, his voice soft. "But I swear to you, it wasn't me."

The tension in the room is palpable, the air thick with unspoken emotions. You search his eyes, looking for any sign of deception, but all you see is the brother you've always known, the brother who has always tried to protect you in his own misguided way.

"Why, Sungchan?" you ask, your voice breaking. "Why are you doing this?"

He takes a deep breath, his eyes swirling with sadness.

"Because I'm trying to save you, ____. This life you're living, it's not safe. I just wanted to give you a chance to escape, to go to Paris like you always dreamed."

“If you thought I was in danger, why didn’t you come to me directly?” you demand, your voice shaking. “Why all this secrecy?”

“Because you wouldn’t have listened!” Sungchan replies, frustration creeping into his tone. “You’re so wrapped up in your new life with Jake, you wouldn’t have believed me.”

You shake your head, trying to comprehend. “So you thought the best way to protect me was to have me forcibly taken away from my home, my husband?”

Sungchan’s eyes narrow. “Would it really be so bad? Leaving Jake behind and going to Paris? That’s all you ever wanted, right? To leave and go to Paris with Anton and Haru. I’m doing you a favor.”

You recoil at his words, a wave of disgust washing over you. “A favor? How is sending me away from my husband a favor?”

Sungchan’s expression hardens. “Jake isn’t a good person, ____. Don’t you remember? You begged me to get you out of the engagement.”

Your anger flares. “That was before I knew him! Jaeyun is a good person, Sungchan. You don’t know him.”

“Jaeyun?” He spits out, “you’re on a first name basis now? Fucking great. He’s worse than our father,” Sungchan snaps. “Has he brainwashed you already?”

You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. “I know what he does, I’ve seen it firsthand. I live with the man! But he’s never hurt me, and he’s made it very clear that he never will. That’s more than I can say for our father.”

Sungchan’s expression falters at the mention of your father. Memories of the abuse you both suffered flicker in his eyes, and he seems to deflate a bit, the fight going out of him.

“Please, Sungchan,” you beg, your voice softening. “Stop this. I can take care of myself.”

Sungchan’s face hardens again, and he shakes his head. “If I could, I would. But it’s out of my hands.”

He moves to open the door, his expression closed off. “You need to leave.”

You stare at him, disbelief and hurt welling up inside you. “Sungchan, please…”

He doesn’t respond, only gestures for you to go. You feel tears prick at your eyes as you step outside, the door closing behind you with a finality that breaks your heart.

You stand on his doorstep, tears streaming down your face, the weight of the betrayal crashing down on you. After what feels like an eternity, you force yourself to move, getting into your car and driving back home to Jake.

The drive is a blur of tears and painful memories. By the time you pull into the driveway, you’re exhausted, emotionally and physically. You stumble into the house, Jake rushing to meet you as soon as he hears the door.

“____,” he says, his voice full of concern. “What happened?”

You collapse into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Jake holds you tightly, his hand soothingly running up and down your back. “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice a calming presence.

“I don’t know what to do,” you cry, your words muffled against his chest. “Sungchan… he’s behind everything. He wanted to send me away. He thinks he’s protecting me.”

Jake pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. “Tell me everything,” he says softly.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “Sungchan isn’t working alone. He told me he wasn’t behind the hit and my framing. I know my brother, Jake. He wasn’t lying. He’s working with someone else, I can feel it.”

Jake’s brow furrows. “Why do you think that?”

“Because he knew too much,” you explain. “There’s a mole within your circle. The chief went missing before he could carry out what Sungchan had paid him for, so that means someone else has been feeding him information.”

Jake’s expression darkens, but he nods. “I expected as much. The only people we can trust are Jay and Sunghoon.”

Just then, Jake’s phone rings. He answers it and puts it on speaker. “Sunghoon, what’s up?”

“Jake, you and ____ need to get to the safe house. Now,” Sunghoon’s urgent voice comes through the line.

You and Jake exchange glances before you both head to his car and drive off to the location. The tension in the car is palpable, but you remain silent, trying to process everything.

When you arrive at the safe house, Sunghoon is waiting for you. “What’s going on?” Jake asks as soon as you step inside.

“I’ve been keeping tabs on Sungchan like you asked,” Sunghoon begins, glancing briefly at you. Jake side-eyes you, but you’re not mad. You nod in understanding.

“It’s only expected with how Sungchan has been behaving,” you say quietly.

Sunghoon continues, “I had Sunoo tail him. Sungchan has been meeting up with Yerin for months, starting six months ago.”

Jake furrows his brows. “What do you mean? He's been meeting my stepmother?”

Jay steps in, his expression awkward and tense. “He’s been meeting her at hotels and bars. Sungchan has been sleeping with your stepmother, Jake.”

Your stomach churns with disgust at your brother’s actions. Jake looks dumbfounded. “Is Yerin the one behind everything?” he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief and anger.

Sunghoon nods. “From what we’ve gathered, it seems Yerin is the brains behind the operation. She’s been using Sungchan and Heeseung as her goons to carry out acts on the ground. I have no doubt she’s behind the chief’s death and you being framed for it.”

Jake’s jaw tightens as he processes this information. “What does Heeseung have to do with this?”

Sunghoon sighs. “When he ran into ____ at the police station, it was to have the lieutenant call in a fake witness for the chief’s murder case. He’s part of the reason why the cops have a solid case against ____.”

Jake’s anger flares, his fists clenching. “What now?”

You stand more confidently, meeting Jake’s gaze. “Send me in.”

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[driverlando]

💿Lavendar by jvke for mr norris , thank youuu

Lavender ── Lando Norris x f!reader ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

The night air in Malibu carries a crispness that’s both refreshing and calming. The ocean waves gently lap against the shore, a soothing backdrop to the quiet hum of the city lights in the distance. You and Lando sit on a blanket spread out over the sand, a small bonfire crackling nearby. The warm glow casts flickering shadows on his face, highlighting the boyish grin he wears as he watches you.

You’re wrapped in his oversized hoodie, the scent of his cologne mixed with the salty sea air enveloping you in a comforting embrace. There’s something about this moment, this night, this place, that feels almost magical, like time has paused just for the two of you. It’s a feeling you’ve come to associate with him: carefree, effortless, like lavender on a breezy summer night.

He tilts his head, studying you with those mischievous blue eyes that always seem to sparkle with some untold joke. “You know,” he begins, leaning back on his hands, “I think we should make this our thing. Late-night beach dates, just you, me, and the stars.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Is that your way of saying you enjoy my company, Norris?” you tease, nudging his arm playfully.

Lando grins, a playful glint in his eyes. “Maybe,” he replies, his tone light and teasing. “Or maybe it’s just an excuse to get you to stop stealing all my hoodies.”

You laugh, the sound carrying over the waves. It’s so easy with him, the way you can banter back and forth, the way he makes you feel like you can just be yourself. No pretense, no games, just you and him, and this effortless connection. Even when things get messy, when the stress of his career or your own life seeps into your time together, he has this uncanny ability to make everything feel… okay.

Lando reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small speaker, turning it on. Soft music fills the air, mingling with the crackle of the fire and the rhythmic rush of the waves. He extends a hand towards you, his smile softening. “Dance with me?”

You raise an eyebrow, amused. “Here? In the sand?”

“Why not?” he shrugs, that cheeky grin never leaving his face. “Come on, you can’t say no to these moves.”

You roll your eyes but take his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. The sand is cool under your toes as he twirls you around, his laughter infectious. The song playing is slow and sweet, and you sway together, the world narrowing down to just the two of you. There’s a freedom in this, in dancing under the stars with no one else around, in the way he holds you close, his arms wrapped around your waist.

As the music plays, you look up at him, and for a moment, the world feels blurry, like everything is out of focus except for him. It’s a sensation you’ve grown accustomed to, this heady mix of joy and calm that Lando brings into your life. Even when things aren’t perfect, when you argue or when the pressures of the world press in on your little bubble, you always find your way back to this feeling. It’s like he has this knack for erasing all your worries, for making you forget the chaos outside of these moments.

He looks down at you, his gaze soft and adoring. “You know,” he murmurs, “I could never stay mad at you.”

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that’s not just from the fire. “Is that so?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Absolutely,” he insists, his voice playful but sincere. “Even when you steal my snacks or hog the bed. You’re like… like lavender, calming and sweet.” He pauses, then adds with a grin, “And maybe a little bit of a troublemaker.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous,” you say, though there’s no bite in your words. It’s true, you both have your moments, times when you’re both a bit of a mess, stumbling through misunderstandings or dealing with the hectic nature of your lives. But somehow, it always feels okay. It always feels like it’s worth it.

Lando pulls you closer, and you rest your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He gently rocks you back and forth, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world has melted away. Just you and him, in this bubble of warmth and affection.

“You know,” you whisper, “I think you’re not half bad at this whole dancing thing.”

He chuckles, his breath warm against your hair. “Just wait until you see my real moves,” he jokes. “But for now, I’m happy with this.”

You look up at him, and there’s a softness in his expression that makes your heart flutter. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re my favourite person,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

You close your eyes, savoring the moment, the peace that comes with being with him. It’s not always perfect—sometimes it’s chaotic and messy, sometimes it’s confusing and hard, but moments like this make it all worthwhile. He’s your calm in the storm, your lavender on a restless night. And no matter what, you know you’ll always find your way back to each other.

As the song ends, he pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. There’s a mischievous glint in his gaze as he smirks. “So, Malibu nights, stolen hoodies, and dance parties on the beach, think you can handle that, babe?”

You grin, feeling lighter than you have in a long time. “With you? Always.”

[lesbiansforboromir]

Here's a more compact review of the War of the Rohirrim film for anyone interested! SPOILERS AHEAD!!

Positives;

The backgrounds were all very beautifully painted and the lighting really elevated the character design and smoothed over the janky animation. Where other aspects of the film fall off, often the background artistry and lighting over all of it still manages to convey a very dramatic and immersive moment to the viewer. It's probably the best part of the film.

The part where Helm's ice-ghost phase is teased was really cool and atmospheric and I got a little thrill of what I'd kind of always been wanting from this film.

Frealaf was pretty lovely (what little we got of him) and I appreciated that his darker skin tone was implicitely associated with his Gondorian heritage. I THINK I appreciate the idea that Frealaf's father was Gondorian, though I wish it had been better utilised.

I also really liked the moment where Helm is about to fight Freca and he gives his crown, signet ring and mantle over to Frealaf in this like... symbolic giving up of his Kingship in this moment where his actions are about to make him unworthy of it.

I appreciated Olwyn existing as an older female character in a purely action based roll.

Helm's voice actor and design were pretty cool, I came around to enjoying how much effort they put into making him extremely imposing.

Hama being a twink who was born to be a bard but forced to be a heroic second prince was a nice touch.

General Targg of Dunland might have been my favourite character, inspite of the fact that I am really curious to know where this organised military of Dunland is for him to reach the rank of 'General' in.

Negatives;

Gurl the racism. See here for more details.

The overall narrative seems to me direly lacking in like... basis. I am lead to believe Hera's journey is about her reclaiming her right to choose her own life for herself. But she is never actually pressured into any choice, nor does it appear that her father ever restricted her freedom in any way. So I don't really see where her choices were actually removed to such a degree. If her desire is to see her choices respected by the men in her life, well that never happens for either Helm nor Wulf, who force her to let them die or to kill them, respectively. It feels like in their rush to censor any negative aspects of Helm they kind of removed the reason Hera is frustrated in the first place, he cant be TOO much of a misogynist etc etc.

This is twisted up within 'gurl the racism' but Wulf's manner and presentation make me FEEL like he is a villain we are supposed to mildly feel for? We see him as a child, we see him struggle with what he's doing, we see his clear desperation and despair and hear him talk about loneliness and suffering... but at the end of the day in the way that it is presented Wulf is fundamentally foul and deluding himself and all his problems appear to be of his own making. In general it is extremely uncomfortable for the 'obsessive stalker' villain to also every now and then say 'I am devastated because of how my dunlending blood has been prejudiced against all my life by your family and the wider rohir society' like... by only him mentioning it but it never being actually acknowledged by anyone else it just comes across so shallow and unsettling.

This is a review from my book-biased perspective so understand it within that lense but still gurl... the lore. What the hell do you mean the eagles speak a language only a wizard can understand? No they can just speak! What do you mean there is A watcher in the water in some undisclosed lake in Rohan somewhere? There is one Watcher and it's name is very specific to the doomed Moria expedition! At least give this new squid fellow a rohir name. Speaking of!!

IS IT SO HARD TO NAME ROHIR CHARACTERS IN..... ROHIRRIC?? OLD ENGLISH IS RIGHT THERE... HERA HAS NO MEANING... THERE ARE SO MANY COOL HISTORICAL ANGLO SAXON PRINCESSES YOU COULD CHOOSE FROM...

Included in the 'gurl, the lore' segment but in need of it's own post so I will try to be brief; (Theoden voice) where was Gondor... when a herd of Mumakil were marched by Haradrim mercenaries across the Anduin, up through the Pelennor, across Calenadhon and over Rohan's southern border... did they sneak by... were they stealth Mumakil, did they have elven cloaks too.

But also Where Was Gondor just in general. Like to the detriment of the actual narrative, opening up plot holes that didn't even need to be there, the fact that Gondor is ALSO supposed to be at war right now is completely ignored and discarded.

THE BATTLE OF EDORAS... TF ARE YOU ALL DOING! Like I know it is kind of hypocritical of me to request sensible war tactics when we're adapting Tolkien, he did not give a good example, but like... where were the horse archers, why are you charging down an infantry-only army, why even be on a horse if you aren't going to use greater mobility to your advantage, this isn't a siege, this is YOUR territory this is an open field!! Come on! AND ANOTHER THING, did we really have to make the victory of the Dunlendings over Edoras so disconnected from their own effort? Like betrayal is fine, but this was also a well supplied and competant force, and that was a major part of their victory. These were matched combatants! Just kind of another way in which the dunlendings were robbed of any cohesive motive, narrative or skill.

To my admittedly untrained eye... the animation sucks? Like it's clunky and janky and you can see the frames transitioning between each other, the movements often feel awkward and a lot of the drawings are just bad! The Eagles are SO stiff, as are the horses which seems like a cardinal sin in the Horse Lord Film. And then I couple that with the multiple completely unnecessary spinning camera shots Hera gets which are annoying, superfluous and a bizarre thing to spend time on when the rest of the film needs so much more care and attention. In general the GULF of difference between how beautiful the backgrounds are vs how bland the character art is is kind of jarring.

Hera's design.... I hate it. Look I know it's anime but DID Hera have to have thigh high boots... did she really... Why is she so pale if she's supposedly riding sleeveless across the vast countryside everyday? Can a single supposedly feminist film about a 'wild' female protagonist let that woman be like... dirty, or not so agonisingly thin, or give her messy or god forbid short hair. At one point when she is grabbed by a troll and hung in the air they linger uncomfortably long on her ass which her costume design is specifically designed to allow for maximum viewing detail.

The designs of the Dunlendings, Haradrim and especially the Mumakil are all so grim. Like I liked Freca's design to a degree, it was more potent with symbolism and patterning and such, but the rest of it is just SO FUCKIN- well they're ugly! and therefore evil! Do you get it? The ugly grey animalistic people are evil! The Mumakil have literal red snake eyes just so you know they're 'evil animals'. I can't take it anymore, at one point the guy who Eomer throws a spear at in the trilogy just... turns up, like it's literally just him down to the facepaint. And speaking of...

SHUT UP ABOUT THE PJ TRILOGY, SHUT UP AB- besties this film's intro plays alongside the ring theme... THE RING MUSICAL THEME!!!!?? Lines from the films are reused so often and so WILDLY outside of their actual context and meaning that it makes me flinch.

There is a plump little fellow called Leif who is the royal Page I think and everytime someone called Freca fat in such a vitriolic way I was like wow... I mean Leif is right there guys!

Overall a 4/10 from me, it is a watcheable but shallow film that I suspect was more of a cynical attempt by Warner Bros to keep their death grip on the rights to the books, since I think they would have expired if they didn't do something with them soon.

[imaginariumwanderer]

I know it's a bit too early but as of now, what are your personally hopes/predictions for silent salt update?I am curious to see how many of them will come true.Jk ofc,I know you arent a fortune teller-

Sorry cheesecakemermaid I got nothing for ya. Similar to white lily I'd say silent salt is the most mysterious beast yet, we barely know what they actually look like much less their personality. My thoughts are the same as what everyone thought in that oh salt is definitely bad BAD news for lily. With them cleaving the moon that's associated with her in half and the fact that lilies irl can die from salt. It'll be... interesting. Crk have always been brutal I'll give it that (flashback to those sailors black pearl killed on-screen in her INTRODUCTION) n beast yeast has been up the ante ever since, I love white lily but oh I so hope she'll go thru it, for the character development.

Some said salt might be based on Authurian knights legend n I'd like it if we see the game expand more on that. I'm always fascinated by how mflour and bspice's motivation and personal philosophies are connected to their respective inspiration (Buddhism and Hinduism or more specifically, Shaivism) even a minor character like peach blossom cookie and the four dumpling kings, I can go on about the myths that may have inspired them. Which is sadly, something I found lacking in esugar, don't get me wrong the references are all over the place like the apple of discord in the title screen, pavlova cookie clearly being a cupid reference, their general clothing and architecture, the final boss of ep 9 having a *venus* fly trap. But I wish we see more of it weaved into esugar's motivations, hm maybe I'm missing something, we still have the other half of the story to go after all!

Silent salt is at the bottom of my beast list rn just based purely on the fact that we don't know much about them (n that I suck at drawing armors) but considering they're the foil of one of crk's greatest written character I'm keeping my hope up. Let the writers cook since there's literally nothing they can reveal would make me feel disappointed in silent salt. If salt turned out to be a beautiful lady warrior? Aw yeah. If salt turned to be a non-binary eldritch knight? Aw yeah. It's unlikely but if salt turned out to have a connection elder faerie, maybe as his alternate self a la white lily and dark enchantress making them a perfect foil to our hero of freedom? I will kneel before peak fiction I will stagger before peak fiction I will cry and proclaim crk to be one of the best piece of literature ever written-

Ok all jokes aside the dev can do anything with silent salt's story BUT rush it, both of white lily's eps (ep1-2 and ep 11-12) are the beginning and the end of the beast yeast saga so there's a lot of stuff to cram in as is. I don't want a repeat of ep 1-2 that's, while serviceable is like a battle royale for who get to have the most screen time. They were supposed to be white lily's big debut but we ended up spending the majority of ep 1 listening to pure vanilla trying to work through his emotional constipation while barely getting any insight on white lily's inner thoughts despite us following through her journey. And then, THEN smilk boy steals the show completely once ep 2 rolls out, the ending to that ep was spectacular n I love the little scenes white lily had with elder faerie/pure vanilla. Not to mention the sweet cutscene art+ominous final words that lily said, but... I came out of ep1-2 feeling like I gained more perspective on pure vanilla instead of the cookie that's supposed to be the star of the show. I got a lot to complain about beast yeast's introduction arc as u can see;;; Hope the writers doesn't muck up the finale, white lily deserve her own spot light *without* her being tied to another character, except maybe silent salt.

One thing I'll say for sure is to not expect the story to be concluded cleanly nor definitively. The writers like to employ a story telling technique I'd like to call drip-feeding. So much stuff is left open in the air in this game. My guess is the ending of beast yeast will be the same. The heroes defeat the villains bla bla bla the beast will not be redeemed but there will be heavy hints that they can be *wink wink* *nudge nudge* Ok there's one thing I dearly hoped will happen after the saga ends, is that the beast will be utilized well by devsis in a way that won't dismiss their threat as villains. The chances of them appearing again next year is low seeing as we'll be moving on to a new arc. The game won't have the balls to kill them off, they're the fandom's darlings after all, I'd give my respect to the writers if they managed to come up with sth that'll decommission the beasts while keeping alive while keeping them threatening AND not doing sth lame like sealing them in another tree again. We've yet to know what the beast binding ritual is, it has been 5 months. And as much as I love the guy.... Pls devsis stop milking the shadow milk he's a dry husk at this point😭

I'll wait until the trailer came out in maybe October/November to give more thoughts on them.