#I finally got my breeding program to where I want it

[heart-soul-horse]

The price of actual colored paints is already dropping. The price of overo crop outs and double reg solids is staying the same. We’re all fucked and there’s absolutely nothing we can do about it, except watch it all crash and burn into dust. I’m so excited for my future in a dying industry.

[k-hotchoisan]

Hii Sunshine hope you doing well 🫶🏻💗If it’s convenient, can you write one where San is a black cat hybrid, in heat and needy but he is afraid to hurt y/n [my size kink is kicking in] but eventually he gets her ✨help✨??

pretty kitty 🐾

<san x fem!reader>

San is the prettiest kitty—even when he’s doing his best to hold back during his heat cycle when all he wants to do is to breed you over and over.

Genres/warnings: smut, pwp, kitty!san is in heat and he’s whiny 😫, size kink, breeding, cream pie, orgasms after orgasms, san just cannot get enough, oral (M receive), soft dom!san, biting, reader and san call each other kitty!

A/N: I’m back?????? and doing this as a little warm-up 😔 life has been overwhelming and my mental health has not been mental healthing unfortunately. I’m presenting this as my apology,, I hope everyone is doing well, and thank you for being patient with me, always <3

Word count: 2.8K

Tag list: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs @yeosangiess @interweab @mylovelymito @softwsan @yourlocaljonghoe @itza-meee @ywtf @jeon-ify

Something is up with Choi San. Your hybrid feline partner has been exhibiting strange behaviours for the past week or so, at least, from what you noticed. Initially, it started with him snuggling against you, which was quite the common behaviour of him, but then you swore you heard him whimper softly from time to time. Then it escalated to him latching his blunt feline teeth against your skin, nibbling and licking you sometimes, leaving marks on your skin in his wake. It would have seemed like his usual behaviour, that is, until he suddenly started pulling away so suddenly, and he would spend most of his time locked away in his room. You wonder if you should interfere, but by then he would come out like nothing happened, wearing the pretty smile he always had before pressing kisses onto your forehead.

Well, you got your answer one night.

San is curled up against you as usual, his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, his tail swishing on the couch. His ears are perked up, as he tries to concentrate on the program running on the television. 

But he can’t seem to. His eyes are gradually glazing out, his tail slowly pulling straight and his ears are slowly pointing to the front. San shuts his eyes when he feels your fingers brush against his dark locks, then scratching the back of his ears. He takes a shaky breath, biting his tongue in the process as his sensitivity climbs up in levels dangerously quick once more, evident by how much his pants are tightening at his crotch.

You feel your hybrid still and finally look down at San, wondering why he suddenly froze. Then you realise how pink his cheeks are getting.

“Sannie”, you call out. “Are you okay there?” Your hands press against his cheeks, and for a split second, you think he’s running a fever, which shoots panic right into your veins. 

San only whimpers in reply, his ears are downcast, and he presses himself against you, rubbing slightly in any feeble attempt to relieve the discomfort, and his erection makes things slowly click in your head.

“I’m fine,” is all he’s able to mutter before he bites his bottom lip, drawing blood. He attempts to pull away before his dick starts to take over his brain, but your hands force him to stay seated beside you. 

“Sannie”, you call out once more, trying to get the feline to focus. Your eyes dart to his pants, noticing the dark stain that’s beginning to pool on his pants.

“Are you in heat?”

San tries to blink away his tears, his hard cock starting to fucking hurt the more he’s just leaving it like that. He hates this funny feeling, like nothing can satisfy him no matter what he does. It’s not the first time he’s felt this way, and he hates how weird this all feels. San has always tried to be a considerate hybrid, showering you with so much love that he made it his life mission to suffocate you with it ever since you adopted him. He’s tried to suppress his ruts, deciding to take suppressants initially. It works, at least until the pharmacy had run out of stock for the month. Now, all that is flooding in his mind is how he wants you pinned under him, forced to take his cock deep in your pussy, and he’s driving him fucking nuts. He tells himself he can manage it, and he does his best, but fucking his fist can only hold him off for so long. 

And now it’s his limit. 

He knows you would say yes to help him and he detests the idea of hurting you, especially in a crazed frenzy that he’s unable to hold off and all he can think of is just holding you down and fucking you. Hard.

San breaks off eye contact, which is starting to tick you off. Your hands are now cupping his cheeks.

“I can take care of it myself”, San replies, trying to ignore the way his body feels like it’s ignited into flames whenever your touch lingers on him for a little too long. 

“But it’s not working isn’t it?” You counter, which draws a frustrated expression from San. His body is tense, and it’s taking all of his strength to not pin you down and just take you on the couch right there and then. “You know it’s okay to ask me for help right?” 

“I don’t wanna hurt you”, he mutters, his gaze dropping to the seat of the couch. 

“And I know you won’t”, you reply, closing the distance between the both of you. San’s heartbeat quickens at the proximity and your words. He’s so enamored by the fact that you trust him that much, and it’s driving him fucking insane. 

“It’s different when I’m not myself”, San attempts to counter once more, fighting with any remaining rational thought before it gets completely flushed out by his cock. 

“What makes you think I can’t take it?” You ask rhetorically, and that makes San freeze in response. He parts his lips to say something but you cut him off- 

“Come on, Sannie. You know I trust you with my body.” 

He swallows hard, the remainder of his rationale dissipating when you’re already tugging the waistband of his pants, pulling the clothing off as his red and angry cock springs out, wet and thick with slick already. 

It’s the not the first time you’re sucking him off, it’s not the first time San is gonna fuck you, but his cock just seems extra thick when he’s in heat. 

Not that you were complaining. 

Beads of perspiration trickle down San’s temples. He feels like his body is on fire right now—every area of skin your fingertips brush against is making him feel like he’s about to combust. He’s reminding himself to breathe and relax, but his heartbeat is doing otherwise. 

And when he watches you taking his full length into his mouth, he barely holds himself together, the pleasure shooting up his veins when he feels your throat close and squeeze his cock. His hands reach out to the back of your head, and he’s doing his best not to just push you down and make you choke. 

You hear his grunts slowly turn into whines, the way he gently squeezes his thighs against your head, and his toes are curled. 

“T-that’s it. Fuck. Oh fuck! Deeper, deeper. Please”, San cries, unknowingly already pushing your head further down his cock, and he barely registers you gagging. But all you’re feeling is slick lubing your cunt and butterflies in your stomach from the way San is looking so desperate just to get off.  It’s so fucking adorable.

You pull back, listening to the whines from San, watching the way the thick and white fluids bubble from his cock and leak down his shaft, while he watches you pull your shirt over your head, your tits bouncing slightly for his mouth to gape and for his eyes to fuck. You lower yourself back to his pretty dick, giving his shaft kitten licks from the bottom, San’s hands immediately tangling against your hair, pushing you impossibly close to his cock. 

A few more teasing licks later, you finally take his cock in your mouth, your tongue running up and down the thick shaft while you bobbed your head, and San is grasping at any final ounce of sanity he has left. His moans are so desperate and pretty, and you’re soaking in the way he’s so tensed up as you’re pulling his orgasm closer to the surface. His tail is coiled tight against your arm. 

“Cumming. Your mouth feels so fucking good—“, his words being cut off when his mind completely blanks out, washed in white as his cum seeps past your lips when his cock leaves your throat. 

“You’re so fucking pretty when you cum, kitty”, you tease as you wipe your lips with a piece of tissue, not realising your partner is staring down at you with glazed eyes, that he’s barely satiated. 

Before you could process anything, San’s thick arms wrap around your waist, then he fucking heaves you off the couch, and starts walking towards your shared bedroom. 

You fall onto the bed, watching your feline partner’s pupils dilate, his tail now long straight, and his ears completely perked up.

San’s lips aim for yours, his kisses sloppy and desperate, his tongue going scavenging every corner of your mouth before he grazes his fangs against your lips and pulls back. You stare back at him with confusion hinted with a strange sense of eagerness. San doesn’t fuck you during his ruts often, mostly because he opts for the suppressants, but when he does…

He pulls the remainder of your clothes off you, swallowing hard while he fucks you with his eyes, especially at the way your pussy is just dripping for him, glistening with slick under the lights. 

San leans in closer, his body weight pinning you underneath him as his cum stains your pelvic area, “No tapping out now, kitty.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, because he lines his cock up with your cunt and pushes in, making you gasp at how fucking thick he is, even when he just cummed barely minutes before. 

“You gotta relax for me, babe. Fuck. You’re so fucking tight”, he hisses, feeling your cunt stretching to accommodate him. You’re in awe—the switch between being desperate and domineering when San is in heat never ceases to amaze you. But you barely have time to let your thoughts manifest because San has your legs spread wide open for him, his thrusts pushing any wandering thoughts you have out of your head. He’s filling you up so good and full that you see a slight bulge pushing against your lower abdomen. 

“S-San, you’re so fucking thick. Oh my fucking god”, you groan when you feel his cock drag against your plush walls before he plunges himself back in. It’s a tight squeeze for sure, but San isn’t relenting anytime soon, especially when the look of complete pleasure flooding his face is only making you even wetter. His eyes are growing wild. In between fucking, he’d lean in to leave pretty marks all over your neck and chest, uselessly reminding you who you really belonged to. He would whisper that you are so fucking pretty for him, covered in his pretty marks on top of completely ruining your pussy. 

The more his cock hits your sensitive spots, the more your grip on reality slowly loosens, the only things you’re soaking in are the wet sounds of his cock making a pretty mess out of your pussy and the feeling of San so thick and heavy in you that stars start to flicker beneath your eyelids whenever you shut them. 

San pulls back from your body momentarily—his cock still fitted into you—to get a better angle to fuck you in, pushing your knees closer to your chest, giving him the perfect view of your pussy completely drenched in cream and precum. And it gives him more access to hit even deeper parts of your poor cunt.

Your mind grows blank, mostly focus on trying to chase an orgasm that’s bubbling up to the surface. You watch the way San’s pretty ears are twitching, the way he clenched his teeth, his once blunt fangs now sharper the more he grows feral from fucking you. His cheeks that were once dusted pink now are flushed alongside his furrowed eyebrows. His eyes would roll back from the way your cunt squeezes him and it drives him to want to fuck you even more senseless. 

“Sannie—“, you huff, trying to tell him, “I’m cumming. Don’t stop.” San stares down at you, his eyes reflecting adoration mixed with hunger. Your breath hitches when you feel it bubble at the surface—and it feels so fucking heavenly—you jerk slightly with a broken moan, your pussy fluttering while still full with San’s cock stuffed deep inside. Your hands fist the sheets, your thighs shaking, your toes curled from how mind-blowing it feels. 

“So good. Gonna make a mess outta you”, the feline hybrid promises he presses himself against you, forcing you to hear him groan in bliss while warm cum spills and fills you up. He stills for a second or so, before he pulls out slowly, watching the way his cum slowly seeps out of your fluttering hole, and he swallows hard. 

“Need more. Not enough”, San mutters, before he pushes his cock back in, forcing his cum to leak and spill onto your inner thighs. Your eyes are watering, fingernails clawing against San’s arm which he barely registers when he fits his full cock right into you one more time. 

He grunts, voice so low right in your ears, and you can’t help but squeeze around him, on top of feeling overstimulated. 

“W-wait—“, you jump, every nerve in your body still buzzing from your high. San meets your gaze, and you feel goosebumps on your skin when you feel his tail graze against your tummy. 

“Like I said, no tapping out, not until I’ve bred you full”, San reminds you before he shifts positions—settling you on top of him. His hands shifting to squeeze your ass before he guides you to slowly sink onto his cock once more, the both you shakily exhaling, San’s cock twitching in you as he lets you adjust to him. Your cunt is wet and sticky, but he still fills you full all the same, now even deeper since you’re sitting on his dick. 

“So full. Oh god. You’re so deep, Sannie”, you squeal when he presses the bulge on your lower abdomen once more, adding to the pleasure. 

You lift yourself off and slowly bounce off his cock with San’s hands on your ass to guide you, although he is rather impatient with it. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug while he’s thrusting right into your cunt over and over, and it makes you tug against his hair and scratch the back of his ears, which pulls out a purr and another thrust up your cunt and a light nibble against your neck. 

“You shouldn’t do that if you don’t want me to ruin your pussy”, San warns you along with a loud slap his palm impacts against your ass. You return his words with a cheeky smile before you bite against his ears gently, and he groans below you, his thrusts increasing in speed and as he fills you up with his cock every two seconds. 

He pulls you down for a messy kiss, his breathing heavy. Then he pulls away, looking up at you, dripping with lust, entranced by how gorgeous his partner looks filled up with his cock. The feeling builds up dangerously in your stomach once more. You glance at San, his eyes are shut, soft grunts leaving his lips, his cock twitching in you once more, he’s at his limit too, it seems.

You tap his arm, and San’s eyes flutter open, staring back at you as his pupils dilate and his ears point forwards. The corner of his lips curl into a smile. 

“Are you gonna cum for me again babe?” 

You nod, biting the bottom of your lip, a broken cry leaving your lips when he pushes his hips upwards into you once more, ripping a moan out of you as white bursts and floods your veins, your cunt convulsing around his cock for the second time, making San hiss. 

As you go down from your high, you interlock your fingers with San’s, keeping eye contact with him. 

“You can let go, Sannie. You’ve been such a good kitty”, you hum, brushing his hair back, not forgetting to scratch the back of his ears, knowing that it drives him fucking nuts as San bares his fangs and bites onto your shoulder, his cock spurting even more white into your spent pussy. His eyes roll back when he pulls away from your shoulder, whines piling on whines when he seems like he’s spilling his cum into you endlessly. 

As the snapped tension slowly dissipates, the both of you are left panting and catching your breaths. You giggle, breaking the short moment of silence, which San cocks an eyebrow, curious at your amusement.

“What are you laughing at, kitty?” He asks. 

You stare at him for a couple of seconds, admiring his face. “Nothing. I was thinking of how pretty you look when you cum, kitty.” 

San pouts at you, his face flushing from the shyness, and his retaliation comes in the form of biting your fingers. He gently lifts you off him, almost forgetting that his cock is still in you for second when he hears you whimper. But what definitely catches his attention is the amount of slick and thick white that trickles out of your pretty pussy, and San has to bite his inner cheek to hold his instincts from going a third round. He carries you to the bathroom, his tail swishing satisfied behind him, thinking about how baths aren’t so bad when you take them with him. 

[tobebbanburg]

I just wanted to imagine a world where Trent writes a completely under-the-radar article for Colin’s hometown newspaper to address the rumours of him being gay without making a big deal about it.

Full article text under the cut:

At 28 years of age, Colin Hughes is something of a late bloomer. After a mediocre start to his career saw Cardiff City relegated to the Championship, the Barry native was transferred to the struggling AFC Richmond, a harsh environment for any young footballer trying to make his mark on the world. But after years of flying under the radar, Hughes is finally making himself known at both national and international levels, and one can’t help but marvel at how far this young man has come.

Hughes’s love for the sport was nurtured from a young age, here in Barry, and despite his recent success it is clear he hasn’t forgotten his roots. The modest yet respectable history of Welsh football is something that Hughes could lecture on at the drop of a hat (and indeed needs to be stopped from lecturing once he gets started), and even his favoured position as a left winger was chosen in homage to Welsh footballing legend Gary Speed, a man who still acts as an inspiration for Hughes today.

“He did wonders for our national team. He was the one who made us all believe that Wales could hold our own against the rest of the world. I don’t think we’d be where we are today without all the work he put in: now that I can, I’m doing my best to continue what he started,” Hughes says.

Hughes’s ‘best’, in this instance, has been to fund a new development program throughout Wales, offering summer bootcamp scholarships to children from underprivileged areas. One can’t help but feel that were Speed still with us, he’d be proud of what Hughes is trying to achieve, although perhaps a little bemused at lending his name to an indeterminable breed of dog that Hughes affectionally refers to as ‘Gazza’.

“Me and my boyfriend got him from the shelter last week,” he says, showing a picture of a large but scrawny dog being embraced on both sides by Hughes and his boyfriend, one Michael Chen. “We got him to celebrate Richmond’s second place in the Prem.”

Buying a dog is perhaps an unusually tame way to celebrate for most footballers, but unusual is rather how AFC Richmond operates these days. Whilst most teams would be disappointed with losing out on winning the Premier League by the slimmest of margins, many often claiming that third place is preferable to second, both Hughes and AFC Richmond are treating their status as runners up with dignity, and no small amount of delight.

“I’m not being funny, right, but if you’d told me a year ago that Richmond’d avoid relegation, let alone make it to second place, I’d’ve said you were full of ****,” Hughes says, then apologises after a gentle reminder not to swear. “It’s gutting to miss out on winning the whole thing, of course, but we’re proud of what we’ve done. And besides, it gives us something to aim for next year.”

Hughes succinctly brings us to the elephant in the room: the recent departure of Coach Ted Lasso. Whilst Lasso himself has always maintained the humble adage that Richmond’s recent success wasn’t wholly his doing, the fact remains that the club have never before performed so well over a single season, nor so swiftly reversed their declining fortunes. One can’t help but wonder what a future without Lasso looks like. Hughes, for his part, remains optimistic.

“Coach Lasso made a real difference. Not just in how we play as a team but in how we think, how we work. That kind of change is here to stay,” he says, before adding, “plus we’ve got facetime and all that **** so it’s not like he’s properly gone. I mean I could call him right now if you want?”

But what of Hughes’ future as an international player? After making his debut for Wales a little under a year ago, and with a surprise win against Uruguay under his belt from April, surely his prospects on the world stage are looking encouraging? With Gareth Bale announcing his retirement, is there a possibility for Hughes to follow in the steps of childhood hero Speed and take over as captain of his national team?

“****,” Hughes says, once again forgetting the request to forgo swearing. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I mean that’s the dream, isn’t it, but I know that any of the lads on the team’d do a great job in the role. Any one of us would bring something different to the job, so who’s to say?”

It’s modest, considered statements like these that give weight to Hughes’s earlier words of change: Lasso may have moved on, but his impact on the team is here to stay. I, for one, cannot wait to see where Colin Hughes takes it from here.

[movetonet]

"please help me" for the dialogue prompt meme!

dialogue prompt meme

this is more of the a/b/o breeding program au! the previous entry can be read here. this fic is set after that one. enjoy!

There was a knock on Sidney’s bedroom door, harsh and urgent. Sidney slowly wiggled his way out of bed, where he’d been sitting up watching Anaheim and Detroit duke it out in the Western Conference Finals. He huffed as he approached the door; Lindstrom had just scored to tie it up. All he had of hockey now was watching the playoffs on television, and this series was looking good.

Mario was standing at the doorway, his brows furrowed. He looked like how Sidney remembered him a year ago, sitting on the bench watching the other team score. No, he looked like earlier this year, when he had called Sid into his office and told him he’d be making a baby with Geno. 

“You’re going into heat,” Mario said.

Sidney blinked. “Uh…”

“I can smell it,” Mario continued. “Give it fifteen, twenty minutes.”

“You’re wrong,” Sidney said, then he shook his head. Last year, when he was just as new at being an omega as he was new to the NHL, he thought Mario was always right about things like this. But Sidney’d learned a lot since then. Alphas didn’t like eating pussy, but Geno did. Omegas got on their hands and knees and just took what their alphas gave them, but Sidney didn’t. Geno laid down on his back for Sidney, let Sidney sink down onto his dick and held him close as Sidney rocked his hips back and forth. Sidney told him what he wanted, and Geno listened. Mario was right about a lot of things, but he’d been wrong about this. “But…I can’t go into heat,” Sidney continued. “I’m pregnant. Isn't that, like, the whole point of going into heat in the first place?”

Mario’s frown deepened. He probably was right about this, then.

“It happens sometimes,” he said. Sidney wasn’t worried, but he felt a bead of sweat drip down his neck and his skin was growing hot. “It’s just a false heat. You said you read the manual, didn’t you?”

Sidney sucked in a breath and shut his eyes. Only the most useless factoids from it popped into his head, like the process of choosing billet families for the children or the stupid fucking fetus scent, but it eventually came to him. False heat: a heat without the risk of pregnancy, more likely to happen during first-time pregnancies, caused by hormonal imbalances or something. 

“Oh God,” Sidney said, because he was starting to feel a little loopy. He could smell the pre-heat on him, ripe and sweet. He shifted on his feet. 

“Sidney, stop worrying.” Mario’s voice was low and soothing. “You don’t worry about getting pregnant again. You just need to be—helped through it.” Mario placed a hand on Sidney’s shoulder. “I can—”

“No,” Sidney snapped, stumbling backwards. It was only his third heat ever, but he knew how it felt now. The throbbing between his legs, the hot flush in his face. He was getting a little desperate, but he was aware enough to know he didn’t want to spend his heat with Mario. “I’m gonna call Geno.”

“Come on, Sid. It’s gonna take Geno some time to get over here, and by then you’ll—”

“You’re always saying my alpha should—take care of me,” Sidney said suddenly, as harshly as he could manage. “Well—right now, Geno’s my alpha. So I need to call him.”

A collection of emotions flashed across Mario’s face, too quickly for Sidney to pick up on any. Finally, his face rested into something neutral and he said, “Okay, you’re right. Call him.”

Sidney did, once Mario left and Sidney shut the door. Geno hated talking over the phone, where there weren’t facial cues and hand gestures to help him through the conversation, but he always picked up for Sidney.

Geno picked up on the second ring. “Hello? Sid?”

“Geno—” Sidney was kneeling on the bed. He palmed his hard dick through his boxers and hissed. “Fuck, Geno—please help me.”

“Sid? What wrong?”

Sidney had started, and now he couldn’t stop. He shoved his hand into his pants and ran two fingers through his wet folds, gasping at how wet and sensitive he was already. He ran his wet fingers over his clit, then the underside of his dick. “I need you, Geno,” he said, gripping the base tightly. “I’m going into heat and—I can’t…I need you to—”

Geno made a strangled noise on the other end. “Okay, I come,” he said. “Fifteen minute.”

“Ten,” Sidney hissed, and hung up.

Geno was there in five. Sidney didn’t want to think about the amount of traffic laws Geno broke to get here, but it was worth it when he burst through the door and froze at the sight of Sidney. He imagined the sight of him—kneeling facing the door, furiously pumping his cock, his mouth hanging open as he choked on his moans. Geno got to watch Sidney shake and moan and come all over his swollen stomach and chest, one streak hitting the bottom of his chin.

“Sid,” Geno said, awed. “So hot. Smell so good. Sid—”

Coming had taken the edge off, but just barely. He was still shaking. “Fuck me Geno,” Sidney said. 

Geno groaned and moved, hastily whipping his shirt off as he tumbled towards the bed. He didn't waste any time, gently helping Sidney onto his side before slotting himself behind him, pressing against Sidney’s back. Geno ran the head of his dick through Sidney’s slick folds, and Sidney pushed back, trying to get Geno to push inside him, to fuck him and breed him again. That wasn’t possible, but if anyone could do it, it was Geno.

Maybe Geno didn’t know that, though. Maybe Geno would try. 

Geno finally, finally slid inside in one long thrust. Sidney was so wet it was a smooth glide, and he moaned thinking about how easy it was, how his body could still take Geno even like this. Geno murmured something in Russian, low and filthy. Usually Geno was nice, liked giving Sidney a minute to adjust, but now he just pistoned his hips and set a harsh and fast rhythm with his thrusts.

Sidney shut his eyes and hissed and took it. He twisted his head into the pillow, exposing the sensitive bonding gland at the crook of his neck. “Suck it,” Sidney gasped. “Geno, God. Please—I need it.”

This was dangerous. Geno had sucked on it before, during their first time and a few times after. Sidney made him be careful about it, made him only do it when Sidney begged for it. He was still Mario’s, after all. But that spot was so sensitive, even more so during heat, and Geno knew how to make it feel so good. 

Geno rasped in his ear, “Раз ты так хорошо попросила,” and he pressed a gentle kiss onto the spot. It was a perfect contrast to the way Geno rutted into him, his cock rubbing against that sweet spot that made Sidney see stars behind his eyes. He felt torn open, stretched apart by Geno’s dick and Geno’s hand on his waist right below his stomach and Geno’s tongue on his gland and Geno. 

“Fuck Geno, that’s—fucking perfect. Don’t stop.” Geno started sucking then, and Sidney moaned so loud he was certain the entire state of Pennsylvania heard him. It felt like his chest was being ripped open, like his brain was expanding, like his heart was—

Oh fuck. That’s how it felt like. A bond, strong and tender, was forming between them.

That only made Sidney’s skin grow hotter, his orgasm barreling towards him at full speed. Geno moaned into Sidney’s neck and clutched onto him tighter, his knot expanding at the base of his dick and stretching Sidney open impossibly wider. “Sid,” Geno gasped, “we—it’s—”

“I know,” Sidney said. There was a reason Geno was here with him, and not Mario. It couldn’t possibly feel like this with him. “Do it, Geno,” Sidney begged, and he meant it in every single way: come in me, Geno and bond with me, Geno and don’t leave me, Geno.

“Yes,” Geno said, and he snaked his hand around Sidney’s stomach and grabbed his cock. It only took a couple of harsh tugs before Sidney was calling Geno’s name frantically, clenching around Geno’s cock and coming all over himself again. It was still so strong, like he hadn’t come once before. 

Geno’s rhythm grew sloppier as his knot swelled to its peak. Through the bond, he felt Geno’s orgasm hit him like a truck, a second before his knot caught on the rim of Sidney’s tight cunt and he felt Geno spill inside of him. “Oh, Geno,” Sidney whispered as Geno stilled and grunted into his neck. 

Sidney came one more time, grinding down onto Geno’s knot and rubbing at his swollen clit, before his heat finally broke. His cock softened and his skin cooled, and Sidney sank into the bed. Exhaustion and contentment ping-ponged between them, an afterglow amplified.   

“Sid,” Geno said. Sidney felt the anxiety creeping up on Geno before he smelt the way his scent turned sour. He knew exactly what Geno was thinking. “Fuck, Sid.”

Mario was—somewhere. Downstairs, maybe, or perhaps he left the house after Geno got here. Probably couldn’t stand what he and Sidney were about to do—what they’ve been doing for months now.

And now they were bonded.

“Yeah,” Sidney said, “fuck.”

[thestarlightforge]

Did Paul’s original vision-path eventually come true? Or did he fail in the end?

**DUNE BOOK SPOILERS TO FOLLOW: DISCUSSING FULL SERIES OF NOVELS**

I just got to the end of Dune: Messiah and then speed-read the Wikipedia summaries for the rest of Frank Herbert’s original novels, and I’m trying to make sense of it.

There’s a lot of plot, of course. But from what it seems like, by going into the desert blind, becoming the Preacher, and playing his parts in Alia’s death & Leto II trying & half-failing to enact his “Golden Path” (which Paul had foreseen also & avoided?), he eventually set the stage for the peace that the perfected Kwisatz Haderach—the thousands of times reborn Duncan Idaho ghola—achieves by bonding with the machine people from the original Butlerian jihad. The reawakened Paul & Chani gholas end up back on Dune, healing the planet for the Fremen; humans have found some semblance of peace with the machines; and a combination of super spice & machines are able to be used for navigation, so the universe is navigable without a melange monopoly that concentrates power & destroys native populations (i.e. the Fremen who got destroyed, except for the gholas of Stilgar, Chani & etc. eventually).

My understanding of the meta-narratives around these books were that Frank Herbert worked in Washington before he became a SFF writer, & he wanted to caution against treating political leaders (like JFK) as messianic figures. Messiah makes this pretty clear, all the way from Paul’s “I hate myself but basically I’m Space Hitler” speech in the 1st half of the novel. Eugenics (the breeding program that lead to his birth), fostering religiosity around it, are all bad ideas.

But if Paul’s original prescience did come true (in books published after Frank’s death) and/or the breeding program got restarted (even if it did have an explicit directive to avoid another Kwisatz Haderach this time)… Doesn’t that undermine the message?

OR did Paul actually escape his prescience when he wandered into the desert & went blind, thus finding himself on a different road because of the unforeseen birth of his son (only his daughter was in the visions)—and thus his paternal line being awakened in a similar way to Alia/Jessica’s maternal line awakening? Was him walking into the desert his final act of giving up, or did he actually foresee that if he adhered to Fremen ideologies that completely, that would be the way to be sure they kept following his path (which he believed to be the way to avoid the most violence) long after his death?

Basically: I don’t think I have it in me to binge all 8 of these lol, or until Paul (or almost any characters I recognize) comes back in the final 2. Where does this ending leave us, in y’all’s opinions? Was Paul a hero whose violence really was necessary to prevent something worse 5000 yrs down the line, or a fraud who sacrificed billions for nothing? Were his actions worthwhile? Did he foresee this ending? Did he break free when Leto II was born? Where do we go from here?

[curiouscalamitys]

MANACLED by Senlinyu

Status: First-time Read

Log Date: Dec. 2024

I have not read an HP fanfic in years, to the point where I cannot even remember what pairing it could have possibly been of. However, I have always been a Dramione truther!

Truthfully, I had absolutely no idea what this fic was about, only that it was highly praised by the fandom and soon to be taken off of ao3. Thus, I finally downloaded and read it in its entirety.

This post is not intended to be a review. I'm simply making a reading log and posting some of my thoughts.

As a disclaimer, I have not read nor watched The Handmaid's Tale. So, I had no prior knowledge of such a story concept. I was fascinated and compelled by the idea of the pure-blood wizards count being nearly decimated by the war and, thus, resorting to such a breeding program. I'm anticipating Senlinyu's official publishing to see how they edit the HP and Handmaid's Tale aspects to be considered original work.

One slight peeve of mine while reading was the copy-paste of scenes during the flashbacks that were identical to the snippets we were given in part one. I think that, once it was made obvious that the scene was connected to the scattered memories, that precise writing should have been summarized. I skipped whole paragraphs because I had already read them in part one and didn't need to know once again in exact wording what the characters were doing and what was being said. I only needed to read once that Ginny thought Hermione and Snape were hooking up, or Harry and Hermione's rooftop discussion, or the moment when Ginny is crying over being pregnant, etc.

I did not read the tags, so I was uncertain about major character deaths, but as I neared the end of part 3, I anticipated Draco's death. I could not see how they would defeat Voldy, nor how they would get the Phoenix tears needed to remove Draco's dark mark. I was simply accepting that it was going to be a bittersweet ending where he sacrifices himself for his wife and child. I'm relieved that it all worked out in the end and they got their epilogue.

The writing for all of the battles and potion-making and plots of escape were suspenseful and thrilling. It made for a fascinating read that kept me hooked the entire time. I had to force myself to stop reading and not stay up all night, multiple nights in a row, just to finish. I wanted to take my time and savor the story.

[saiyanwitcher]

Tail-loving anon, reporting for duty 💃🫡

What a finale for part 1, my GOODNESS! We didn’t even see the boys, and yet there’s so much to unpack 🥲

I love that Alonso’s decision to send Max away wasn’t only for protection purposes, but because he wanted him to have a shot at actually being happy and free. The bit about how Max wasn’t afraid to die, but he was afraid to live? I think yanking my still-beating heart from my chest would have hurt less, thanks!

I wasn’t sure how to feel about him surviving the battle bc I was very afraid of what Jos was going to do to him, but his resolve was admirable, and at least he got confirmation that he’d been successful in getting Max and Charles out of there 🥺 and even though I didn’t want him to die for it, I was glad at least to see him come to a swift end— I was really afraid Jos was just going to torture him until he broke! 😭💔

Speaking of Jos… it seems Charles’ assessment of his power wasn’t all that far off at all 😅 which is admittedly not great for our boys, but I am confident that the two of them together are going to somehow unleash all of Max’s crazy potential so he can get his REVENGE (and protect Charles 🥺).

As for Carlos and George, I have no idea what to make of them at the moment except for that they are both on my shit-list.

Part 2 is about to be a universe-wide game of hide and seek with awful stakes, and I can’t wait to see what you have in store for it 🥹

But as an aside, I haven’t forgotten that brief mention of a Torrossian breeding program Jos had going on, and I just feel like that’s going to come up again somewhere… and I’m afraid for what might happen if he finds out about Charles being an eldri who’s also an incredibly compatible mate for Max 🙃

Welcome back tail Anon!

It felt like a really good place to end part 1 🫠 so many questions answered and even more left to work themselves out.

I will not apologize for the angst doing its thing! I love the chest ache and I will continue to hit where it hurts lmao

For Alonso, I went back and forth about how that arc should end, and having him tortured just didn't feel right for both him and Jos. The emperor was pissed as hell, and it was also clear that Alonso was never going to tell him what he wanted to know. A quick and honorable death felt appropriate.

Max's potential and the need to keep Charles safe will be a major plot point for part 2. As for how he gets over that line to break through . . . Charles will play and important but unexpected roll for that 👀🫣

George has now seen what they are really up against and he will be changed by it. For the better or for the worse is still yet to be determined. Carlos on the other hand, when he wakes up, is going to be the only Torossian left on the ship and how will he handle that? Thinking that Max has abandoned him for his younger brother . . . 😶

UNIVERSE-WIDE GAME OF HIDE AND SEEK!!! I love it 😭 The stakes for this could not be higher, and I have so much in store for drama, angst, and fluffy tail goodness I promise.

Oh . . . the Eldri breeding program . . . 😣🤐😉

[paradoxcase]

Chapter 28 of Gideon the Ninth

I am disappointed by Mayonnaise Uncle's revelation. The most interesting new piece of information is that the shuttle exploded, but he doesn't have anything actually verifiable about what happened to all the children, he just has ideas about ominous possibilities, which really, I think we already had. But thank you Gideon, for finally sharing what you at least thought happened to all the children, 275 pages after we learned they all died. There still seems to be as yet unshared information about why no other children have been born since Harrow, though, how many more pages are we going to have to wait for that? There are barely more than 100 left in the book

My guess is that Harrow blew the shuttle up specifically so that they couldn't take this news to other Houses, and this wasn't like, a plot to kill Gideon or something like that. But if she just didn't want that news leaving Pluto, she could have just let Ortus and Glaurica stay on the Ninth, there wasn't really any reason to kill them. She could have gotten rid of the shuttle to foil Gideon's escape some other way, I'm sure

I am sort of curious about how the Eighth got ahold of Glauria's body or ghost to necromance this information out of her if she exploded in space

Colum is a better and more independent person than I expected. Good for him.

I note that Mayonnaise Uncle originally promised Gideon that he was going to help her "become more than the lock on your own collar" and then really did no such thing, and had nothing to offer other than "the Ninth House probably killed 200 children but I don't actually have proof". Even if that was provably true, he didn't give Gideon any actual way to separate herself from the Ninth House. I'm honestly not sure what he expected out of this, unless it was just specifically a trap to try to take her key, and based on the fact that Colum at least wasn't aware that he was going to try to do that, I'm really not sure what the point of this meeting was supposed to be

Mayonnaise Uncle seems to think that becoming a Lyctor is itself heretical, which is odd, considering that he seems very religious and we have in this book a bunch of priests who seem very keen on one or more of the candidates becoming Lyctors. I'm guessing that the religion as practiced on the Eighth might be more different from the standard religion than Mayonnaise Uncle believes

What I'm getting from the argument between Mayonnaise Uncle and Colum is that on the Eighth they are doing some weird eugenics program to breed perfectly compatible necromancer/cavalier pairs to optimize the soul siphoning process, which probably explains why Colum is like way older than Mayonnaise Uncle despite being his nephew

I hope Colum doesn't wind up being the person to kill Gideon, because that would be Unsatisfying, and also I'd like to see Colum kick Mayonnaise Uncle to the curb now

Belated note from Chapter 27:

This seems to check out pretty well if the Sixth is Mercury, there are actually spots on Mercury in various craters near the poles that never see daylight, also, apparently Mercury has a day/night cycle that is longer than its year, which must do interesting things to whole idea of seasons, but I don't feel like mathing it all out right now. And Mercury actually has huge variations in temperature, due to not having any atmosphere to retain any heat

I can't decide where on the sliding scale of sci-fi hardness the actual sci-fi in this book falls, because it is definitely harder than the kind of sci-fi where they're like, yeah, we just terraformed all the planets and they're all just like Earth now modulo a bunch of sci-fi generators that modify the atmosphere and temperature and so forth, but at the same time it's softer than the ones that say, we can't actually go faster than the speed of light, so it takes literal generations to get anywhere and we all have to go into cryosleep for hundreds of years. And I feel like introducing somewhat magical terraforming is generally more acceptable at harder levels of sci-fi than introducing FTL travel, if that makes sense

[roguemonsterfucker]

Now to rant more about Astride's management 🙃

They have a bunch of different tiers on their patreon

And they've always said that ALL the tiers, including the two lowest, would have access to patreon posts. The lower tiers don't have some of the other perks, like access to specific discord channels, credit in the final game, access to game testing, etc etc. But no where did it ever say that any tiers would be locked out of patreon posts.

But suddenly, when they released the long detailed post about how they made the reins, it was locked to $11 patreon members. Locking out the two lowest tiers. With no warning.

Like, it's fine if they want some posts to be for higher tiers. That's what patreon is for. But they've never given any indication that they'd do that. Ever. And then they suddenly do it with no warning.

And like... they don't post much to patreon to begin with. And now they're asking for $11+ for a post about how they designed the reins.

What's really upsetting is that the lowest tier, at $1.50, was added much later into their run on patreon. And it was added specifically so folks who wanted to support the game and get a few benefits still could even if they couldn't afford the next tier at $6. But if the lowest tier members get *no benefits at all*, then why would they keep even paying the $1.50? You really think someone who can only afford $1.50 is gonna go "oh wow I really wanna know how these reins were made!" No. They're gonna go "you money hungry bastards" and cancel their patreon support. Or just not up it. Either way, you don't earn more money and you lose trust.

Their argument was that the reins post was a LOT longer than anything else they'd posted. They decided they wanted to lock longer posts behind higher tiers. Which is like... fine, I guess (again, no warning was given so it's not fine but still). But like... how many of these longer posts are gonna be posted a month? Like I said, not very much is posted to begin with. So if every other post is for the higher tiers that I can't afford, and you only post once a month at all... I'm getting half of what I originally paid for. There will be some months I don't get anything!

Anyways, it's been somewhat resolved. They apologized for not giving warning and put up a poll asking how they should handle longer posts in the future. Some of the options were a bit passive aggressive in my opinion (like "just don't post longer things at all") but what was overwhelmingly voted for was for longer posts to be initially locked behind a higher paywall but be unlocked after a certain amount of time for the lower tiers.

Which is why I can see the reins post now despite only paying $1.50 lol (and only for this month, I'll be canceling that soon because I honestly can't even really afford that right now, but I REALLY wanted to see their backlog of posts about developing some of the breeds and the new reins post).

So... all's well that ends well?

The big problem is they've done a lot of stuff like this that has lost them trust. They say they don't lock real game news, only behind the scenes stuff, behind their patreon but the thing is... they have done that before. There was a patreon post in early 2022 saying their only programmer was gone and they had to hire a new one and had to completely start the programming side of things over from scratch. That major fucking news was behind a fucking paywall.

When they got into hot water when the game was released into early access and was barely a tech demo, they finally unlocked that post for everyone to see, paid or not, because they realized *after a year* that such info probably was good to let customers know.

So yeah. Astride has a history of mishandling things.

I really really really want this game to be good. But the team behind it is losing trust by the day. I just hope someday, in my lifetime, it will be an actual playable game and all this will have been worth it.

[classicslesbianopinions]

how do you even go to grad school, i have two years of undergrad left and i'm already so scared. i have this fear that they will see that i passed all my exams not because i know stuff but because my writing is good enough and they will all laugh at my poor little collection of credits i got from my poor little college lmaoo

well my college closed and a global pandemic hit partway through my degree and my final transcript is from a college that straight-up does not offer latin or greek and i've been recommended for admission at a phd program so. anything's possible really.

anyway first of all if your writing is good enough to pass your exams, 1. that's a sign that you do know stuff, because it's really hard to write well without knowledge to back it up and also 2. writing is a huge part of academia and good writing is something programs will be looking for. like good writing is a selling point in its own right, completely separate from your knowledge.

secondly like... i had a lot of the same worries when i was applying, i graduated in december 2020 and it took until december 2022 for me to actually get any applications in. because i went to a tiny liberal arts college that closed, and because i spent my last semester working almost entirely independently at a school that did not offer anything in my field, i was worried my degree and coursework wouldn't be enough, and that i didn't know enough to get through. i applied to one masters and two phd programs and have been rejected from one phd program and recommended to the dean for admission (but not officially offered admission yet, i'm still waiting to hear) at the other (the masters had a later deadline and i haven't heard officially but i did have an interview). i thought basically if i didn't get into the phd program i could do the masters for a stronger foundation, which is still my plan, but i was also told by my current greek instructor that my language background looked strong enough without it (i have four years of high school and two years of university-level latin, and four-ish years of greek) and i would be a competitive candidate. i still don't necessarily feel like a competitive candidate, but honestly this field just breeds so much impostor syndrome that at a certain point you've just got to assume you're underestimating yourself.

but like... no one has laughed at the poor collection of credits i got from my now-defunct college, both programs i interviewed with took me seriously as a candidate and an academic, and also like... if it doesn't work out for me this year for whatever reason, i'll probably just work on my application and apply again next year 🤷‍♂️ there's no shame in applying multiple times, it can be a bit random where and when you actually get accepted.

also to answer the practical question of "how does this work": you pick out programs you would like to apply to-- i just went through this list of graduate programs in north america from the society for classical studies, although if you don't want programs in north america you will have to look elsewhere (and probably ask someone else. i live in the us and applied solely to schools in the us, and i know it works differently elsewhere). decide if you're applying to masters or phd programs or both. a phd program will include a masters as part of the program. masters programs are shorter and might prepare you to get into a phd program or to do other work in the field, and phd programs of course take a long time and qualify you to be a college professor and also let you put "doctor" in front of your name, which kind of rules. i picked programs by size and location (i do best in small communities), and i also was told to make sure that when applying to phds i could see faculty in the program that i could see myself working with, and to mention a faculty member's work in my statement of purpose for the school. so i actually might've applied to more phd programs if i had found more faculty whose work interested me, but honestly i pretty much knew where i wanted to go from the start and it's very likely that that's where i'll be next year.

check to see if the programs you want require the gre, mine were gre optional but i sent the scores anyway because i'm really good at standardized tests. but also taking the gre was a very dehumanizing experience, so like if it's not required and you don't test well, just skip it. and make sure to ask faculty for letters of recommendation a few months in advance. (they might also want to look at drafts of your application material, so i would recommend having that pretty far in advance.) every program i applied to asked for a statement of purpose to say "this is what i want to do and why i want to go to your school" and a recent writing sample (which was hard for me to find because of the haphazard nature of my last two semesters). i also attached my cv because i've done a lot of stuff outside of school in the last two years, and i held a lot of leadership positions when i was in college. also purdue owl has a page about applying to graduate programs, which was really helpful to me and might be to you!

if you're still in undergrad, also, you probably have faculty you can ask for advice etc-- part of my problem was that i was a year out of college when i tried to apply the first time, and the second time it was two years after i graduated. and i didn't have any way to contact any of my past classics professors. so if you have an advisor or just any professors you like and get along with, you should talk to them about this as you start researching programs and planning out your applications! you'll need their recommendation letters anyway, but also a lot of the time people are really glad to help. anytime i've asked for help i've been met with support. (and remember that it's pretty normal for professors to be asked to help with this sort of thing! it's something you're doing for the first time but they've almost definitely helped tons of people with it, in addition to doing it themselves.)

anyway i don't know how much help this is, but just know that you are almost definitely way more qualified and competent than you think you are, and grad school applications are super intimidating but incredibly possible.

[bottomhaztoplou]

Tabby's Writing Game: Day 31

WIP Title Exposure!!

Welcome to the final day of Tabby's Writing Game! Today I'm going to expose myself for having too many WIPs... and give you a little blurb or a couple of tropes/tags with each of them. Look forward to them!

A/B/O fics (all omega Harry, of course + alpha Louis unless otherwise specified):

Modern Cottagecore AU - Harry has a little cottage he inherits from a relative and spends his time looking after his gardens with his cat, Delphine, or blogging. Louis is a writer that Harry bumps into at the local grocery.

"scent fic" - It's common courtesy to wear scent neutralisers in public. Harry, however, doesn't like to. One day, he smells the most enticing alpha scent whilst on public transport and ends up making a tit of himself sniffing around to find out just who it is.

"breeding/pregnancy kink fic" - exactly what it says on the tin, plus a little surprise kink that I'm not listing. ;)

chastity's not the devil, but an angel in disguise - omegas are put in chastity as soon as their first heat ends, to protect them from bad alphas. Harry, the son of florists, meets Lord Louis Tomlinson, the Duke's son, when he stops by looking for flowers for his parents' springtime ball.

Duchessrry #5 - a 10+1 fic of little timestamps between when Louis met Harry and their marriage (which takes place in Duchessrry #6)

"ribbon fic sequel" - Harry is pregnant. Louis stays with him as he gives birth to their first litter of pups. More ribbons are involved. (Note: this is finished already, so technically not a WIP, but it's not posted yet and won't be for a while.)

petal - male omegas are very rare, with approximately one born out of every 100,000 pups. Louis is an alpha, but to his misfortune, he's gay, and male betas just don't do it for him. But then Harry falls right into his lap - quite literally.

you've stolen my heart (but you keep it safe) - ANR (adult nursing relationship) fic. O/O as well. Louis is mated to an alpha at first and has two sons, but their mating is crumbling. Harry is an anxious uni student and they meet at an omega centre for the Adult Nursing Program there.

Two Hearts In One Home - posting now! you can check it out HERE!

Put A Little Love On Me - Harry's father passes, but an omega can't legally run a pack without an alpha mate in this universe. He's forced to meet eligible suitors from all over England and ends up discovering that there's a lot more in store for him than he ever thought possible. (name subject to change)

BDSM/Kink fics:

"broken-armed daddy dom" - possibly-canon fic where Louis breaks his arm, but even though he's injured, he still doms his baby. (name subject to change but tbh I kinda like it as is lmao)

Disability/Injury/Sickfics:

Little Bird - autistic Harry and ADHDer Louis grow up together. (note for those concerned: I am autistic and have ADHD as well.)

Media-Inspired fics:

i think you and the moon and neptune got it right - Pokemon Sun and Moon fic, with a twist.

these points of data make a beautiful line (and we're out of beta, we're releasing on time!) - Portal AU, with Harry as Chell and Louis as an added non-canon character. Follows the canon storyline, for the most part. (Note: this is finished already, so technically not a WIP, but it's not posted yet and won't be for a while.)

Portal 2 AU - Harry and Louis go through the events of Portal 2 in a mostly-canon fashion, with a non-canon, completely original epilogue after their escape.

Tangled AU - Harry is Rapunzel. Louis is Flynn Rider. That's all you need to know :D

Strawberries & Cigarettes - inspired by the song. Bad Boy teen Louis, average teen Harry.

Mythical Creatures fics:

"dragon x prince(ss) fic" - this is very vaguely inspired by ads I've seen of that webcomic "No More Princes". Harry is a carrier prince who all of England wants to marry and Louis is a dragon prince who protects him under vow. Of course, the one person the two of them aren't allowed to fall in love with is each other.

"flower fairies fic" - inspired by @jaerie's flower fairies series. Flower fairy Hydrangea (better known as Harry) has always been a little too curious about humans. When Louis moves into a secluded cabin for a writing retreat nearby, Harry can't help but watch him - until he gets caught. (I realise that this sounds like a voyeurism fic from that description, I can promise you that it is not lmaoooo)(Also, thank you to Jaerie for letting me use your flower genitalia thing! And to @sadaveniren for asking Jaerie because I was too scared to >_<)

Strawbharry and Blouberry - Harry is a strawberry fairy. Louis is a blueberry fairy. They live across the meadow from each other, but that doesn't stop them from becoming friends. (Inspired by @larry-hiatus' edit!!)

Historical fics:

"scandinavian arranged marriage fic" - probably the dumbest temp title I've created but oh well. Louis is from a warm, southern country called Alastarza (think Italy). Harry is from Farfinie, a cold, northern country (think a cold northern European country like idk Finland? is Finland cold? Brain is not working). They're arranged to be married, and so Louis must travel north for the wedding.

Witches and Wizards fics:

"winter solstice fic" - Genderqueer Witch Harry and Cowan Louis dealing with the grief that comes in wintertime, which, several years prior to this fic, was when Harry's Familiar, their cat Shadow, passed away. However, a new kitty comes along, and she's just as special as her ancestor... (part one of Witchrry and Company)

"Other" fics:

tinyism - Harry wishes desperately that he was shorter than he was.

23 fics... not including all my planned sequels that I haven't started yet. Can you tell that I have ADHD? :'D

Thank you again for joining me for TWG! I may do it again in the future... maybe with different prompts, too, if I think of any.

Have a great rest of your dayyyyyy! <3

[etchina-danjon]

(Uzumaki Breeding Program) "Alright Miss Kushina all you need to do is sign this waver and we can begin with the program. After you sign it you are to head to the designated warehouse where you prepare yourself as we discussed and wait for your partner to arrive." States one of the ninja assigned to give this sort of "special" mission to Kushina, of course it was more of a project they asked her to volunteer for, but still it was supposed to be for the purposes of rebuilding the clan she belonged to. Though there was a surprise that was in store for her when her oartner would arrive. Still they just wanted the paperwork to be finalized to show she accepted the terms and conditions. Though the form also had a secondary purpose that they neglected to inform her about. She would find out eventually though should certain conditions are met.

Even though Kushina was volunteering to do this, she was still a tad nervous. She's only had one lover, which was her husband that passed away. They had a single son together that she raised and loved. But she knew her clan was dying out and there were a limited amount of women that could donate their body to this. So she felt like it was her duty to go through with it. She was still young, healthy, and plenty fertile to have more children and honestly, she's been having a bit of baby fever lately.

Shaking off her nerves, she grasped the pen and signed the papers. Only slightly glancing at what they said. Kushina really should have read those papers, "Right, everything has been signed. I will head to my room now." She looked at the paper she was given that had the number of the warehouse on it and headed in that direction. The whole time she was wondering what doing this was going to be like. Who she was going to be paired with. Kushina felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as she approached the building.

Once she got there she opened it up. It had many different supplies. She was told to take the fertility pills on the table first, which she did. They left water for her. The pills would cause her to ovulate, and grow hot. Aid her in getting wet for the process. Then she walked over to the chains dangling in the center of the room. She didn't understand why this was required but she followed the rules.

Kushina got on her knees and reached up, clipping and locking both cuffs around her wrists. They forced her in an upright position where all her holes were easy access. Once the cuffs were locked in place, they couldn't be removed until someone with a key came to free her. While she nervously waited for her partner the drugs took effect. Her face flushed, her slit grew wet. Her womb burned with emptiness. Kushina felt so hot she was starting to get impatient.

[kariachi]

I am sitting here, checking Dragonsdawn to answer a question. Namely, did the last clutch of artificially-created eggs result in dragons or whers. Because you hear dragons a lot, but I could’ve sworn it was whers, so I went to take a look in the book.

Dragonsdawn, pg 414 (in my copy)

“I heard there were more creatures hatched,“ Drake said. “Is that true, Admiral?“

“Yes, that’s true.“

“Are they any good?“

“Six more dragons,” Paul said, more heartily than he felt.

“Removing six more young people from our fighting strength!“

“Giving us six more potential self-maintaining, self-propogating fighters!“

Dragondawn, pg419-420 (in my copy)

“Actually Paul,“ Telgar said, glancing at Ozzie and Cobber, “those photophobes of Wind Blossom’s have proven to be extremely useful in subterranean explorations. Their instinct for hidden dangers- pitfalls, in fact, and blind tunnels- is infalliable.“ The geologist gave one of his humorless smiles. “I’d like to keep them now that Wind Blossom has abandoned them, so to speak.“ Telgar turned to Pol and Bay.

“It’s a relief to know they’ve some use,“ Pol said, sighing heavily. Both he and his wife had tried to use reason with the indignant Wind Blossom when she had been requested to suspend the dragon program. Though she maintained that the emergency transfer from Landing to Fort had damaged many of the eggs in the clutch she had manipulated, Pol and Bay had seen the autopsy reports and knew that claim to be spurious. They had been lucky to hatch six live creatures.

“Once they get to trust you, they’re quite harmless,“ Telgar went on. “Cara adores the latest hatchling, and it won’t let her out of it’s sight unless she leaves the Hold.“ Again, he displayed his mirthless smile. ”Keeps watch at her door by night.“

Dragonsdawn, pg 421 (in my copy)

“You will, of course, continue to monitor the latest dragon hatchlings.“

“Of course. What’s the latest word from Sean and the others?” Pol asked, a trifle anxious.

~~~

So we see where there may be trouble here. The first part is insistent that these are proper dragons. Meanwhile the second part states that the dragon program has been ended due to resource issues mentioned elsewhere, but then you’ve got Tarvi referring to Cara’s relationship with the latest of the wher hatchlings, which implies that either this latest batch produced more whers or the whers are already breeding, the latter of which would mean that they breed considerably faster than dragons-

The Whers hatched about 6 months after the dragons did, Garben blows about 2 months after that, Boll’s accident seems to happen within a few days of the eruption (though with Anne who can tell) around the time the dragons figure out Betweening, and the end of the book happens ‘weeks’ after that, since that’s how long it’s been since anyone’s seen her... We can assume the new wher clutch happens within that span of time for various reasons, the main one being that these fuckers need time to grow. We learn in Dragons Kin that whers reach full size at 4 months...

Yeah, there cannot be another wher clutch. Unless Wind Blossom was just throwing whers out everywhere in the 2 months between that hatching and the eruption, while also putting in the time to put together the final clutch. Given she produced 5 clutches over 6 months- 4 of which seemed to have failed quickly- that seems like it’d be cutting things close, getting two successful clutches out in 2.

(And yes, I’m going to call the clutch of six successful, the characters can talk shit all they want but Kitti died with 42 eggs maturing and got 18 dragons out of them, while we have no idea what Wind Blossom’s numbers for the last clutch were.)

And there is no way in hell that the whers have produced and hatched clutches by that point in the story. There just isn’t. You can stretch and say they reached full size by the end of the book, but certainly it wasn’t longer than that- for one after a point you stop saying ‘weeks’ and start saying ‘months’, and for another after a point you stop going ‘the governor was injured’ and start going ‘we think they may be hiding the fact the governor’s dead’. But even if we say that whers can breed as soon as they reach full size- which is unlikely given dragons need to reach 2 years for that, are considered full size at 1 year, and we’re given no reason to believe similar ratios at least don’t apply to other dragonkin- there would still need to be time where the gold is gravid, and time for the young in the eggs to grow before hatching, then time after the hatching for Tarvi to learn about the whers and one to latch onto his toddler. Add to that, no fucking way would the whers breeding not be a Big Fucking Deal given it’s the first evidence they have that the dragons will be able to breed, at this point in the story they don’t even know they’ll be able to chew stone, and all they know of them Betweening is one tried and died.

So, the most viable option left there is that the ‘latest’ hatchling is out of the last clutch. But Benden and others insist this clutch is full of dragons. But we don’t get names, for dragons or riders, and if nothing else you would think the other 18 riders would think it worth a mention that they’re not alone now. ‘Second Weyr’ from First Fall mentions ‘eleven queens from the first two hatchings’, but if this hatching was dragons then it should be 13 queens. But then that whole little spot implies that somehow out of at least 10 golds there was 1 gold hatchling in 7 years? When Ramoth was throwing the things like fucking confetti? If we assume the estimates given in Dragonsdawn- that they’d be laying 10-20 eggs each- are accurate then that’s at minimum 600 eggs that somehow only got 1 gold out of them.

And again, it doesn’t account for where this mystery wher clutch came from for there to be a ‘latest hatchling’ from it, because it sure as fuck wasn’t laid by the whers, they’re too young at that point to have had a successful clutch, and for it to not be the same as the last clutch then that means that Wind Blossom, who took 6 months and 4 false starts to make 1 viable clutch, somehow managed to make a 6th, wait for them to hatch, then make a 7th in the 2 months since that clutch.

Plus, if this is a dragon clutch then apparently either nobody thought to mention it to the riders or their reaction was somehow not worth including?

Basically the characters say the last clutch is dragons but all evidence that isn’t their word (including the babies being referred to as ‘creatures’, let’s be real these characters would never) points to the last clutch being another batch of whers. Because Anne was fucking Anne and we can’t have clear and consistent writing with this woman lest we, I don’t know, rip off our clothes and succumb to a life sucking pond scum or some shit.

[narrators-journal]

hello ma friend How you are? I Hope you are okay.

Persona 5 and 4

Sae niijima x narukami x margaret.

Kinks: threesome, maledom, Yuri, petplay, lingerie and impregnation

A smutty história where narukami dominates and breed his pet Margaret which has a dog collar and New lovers sae.

Tanke you and stay safe dude

Hello again! I’m doing okay, hit a bit of smut burn out lol, But, now that I’ve had a dose of something other than the nastiest smut prompts possible, lol, I decided to try my hand at some more. And while it’s still not perfect, I’m much happier with my creativity here. Still struggling with the descriptions of sexual pleasure, but with any luck I’ll be able to cure that with more down time between dickings down.

For this one tho, I mostly just wanted to spice up my threesomes. I’ve done a fair handful of Narukami throuples, and I feel they’re getting a lil stale. So! I took some liberties, reworked the impregnation part into more of a breeding kink and Milf!Margaret angle, dabbled in some post-canon domesticity, and played a bit fast and loose with ‘threesome’ lol. I hope it’s still a good read tho!

CW: Milf!Margaret, Narukami and Margaret have a child. Bondage, collars, toys, a small bit of voyeurism, but Narukami is the one giving the orders this time! Lingerie, masturbation, breeding kink lol, Margaret’s a bit of a brat in this one. Lotsa ground covered, but none are leaned into SUPER heavily I feel.

M: Are you awake, Yu? N: Yeah, was about to take melatonin tho, why? M: How much longer are you going to be away? N: Another few days probably? >_> M: Damn. If that’s the case, could we video call? I can’t keep my surprise a secret much longer.

A surprise? Hm…

N: Sure, hon. Give me a moment to set up my laptop. How’s the kiddo btw? Still camping? M: Yes, they’ll be back tomorrow night though.

As Narukami continued to message back and forth with Margaret, he found his laptop in the darkness of his hotel room and powered it on to illuminate him. The video call program not too hard to set up, but his first call wasn’t picked up, he returned to their texts.

N: ? M: Sorry love, give me a moment, I need to fetch something for your surprise. Ten minutes tops.

Narukami snorted at that, but waited until Margaret messaged again,

M: Okay, sorry that took a bit longer than I estimated. Please call again.

That got an eyebrow raise from the grey-haired man, but he didn’t bother messaging back, simply tried the video call once again. And, that time it was answered. So, Narukami was greeted with his own dimly lit bedroom on his screen. “Are you there, master?” Margaret hummed playfully, the use of his sexual title instantly sending a bolt of heat into his pajamas while she casually adjusted the camera before she stepped into frame. And, jesus christ was she a sight.

Standing in front of the camera, dressed in her embossed leather collar and midnight-blue satin panties with a soft corset top that held her plump breasts in by criss-crossing strings and sheer luck, was Narukami’s old velvet room attendant. The tiger stripes earned by the birth of their child able to just peek out on the small section of belly the panty set didn’t cover, and her warm golden eyes aglow with a mischievous light as she smiled at him through the screen. “Do you like this new set, Master?” She hummed, leaning forward so that her breasts nearly spilled from the cups of her top, “I thought it’d be a nice surprise for you~” “Oh, i-it is.” Narukami finally managed to mumble when his brain finally remembered how to string his words together. Yet, as the attendant stood up again, her smile only grew. “Teriffic! I have another surprise for you, master!” “Another? Jesus, babe. I leave you for a week and you lose all of your training, huh?” The ex-wildcard chuckled, his words noticeably feeding the bratty glint in his lovers beautiful eyes. “Maybe just a little~” She admitted, “But give it a chance, sir. I think you’ll like this surprise just as much.”

With Narukami’s interest properly piqued, Margaret waved another person into frame, her whispered encouragement not loud enough for the speakers to clearly pick up. But, her words didn’t really matter, as after a few short moments, Narukami’s attention was snatched away by the new body that came into view.

Clad in babydoll-style lingerie set of a strawberry hue that contrasted deliciously with Margaret’s, was an entirely new woman. Not Elizabeth, the usual sidekick to his attendant’s more bratty moments, but a more toned woman with stern brown eyes and long, wavy hair in a similar grey shade as his own. “Master, this is Sae Nijima. I befriended her at the gym, and she agreed to help me surprise you tonight.” Margaret introduced, her slim fingers settled upon the pink-cheeked woman’s hips while Narukami drank in Sae’s figure.

She was definitely a contrast to Margaret’s softened figure. More muscular than the types of women that usually gave Narukami that primitive urge, but the loose, sheer fabric that hung from her top, and the warm color definitely seemed to be a flattering style for her. Accentuating her smaller bust while pairing with the small window into the room to keep each peek of naked skin a flirtatious gesture. She may not have seemed like his usual type, but god did his erection not give a shit. ”Well, hello miss Nijima.” He offered politely, though his words seemed to catch in his throat. “You can call me Sae, I think...this situation is familiar enough to drop the formalities.” Sae said with a nervous chuckle, so he nodded. “I take it you aren’t mad at me anymore?” Margaret suddenly prompted, which, got another nod from the man. “I’ll forgive this unprompted decision, so long as I’m told her boundaries.” He confirmed, so, with a smile on her pretty lips, the old attendant prompted Sae to explain her limits. And as she spoke, Narukami let his hand snake into his pajama pants to tease his cock with the gentle brush of his fingers.

Once Sae had laid down her boundaries, Narukami gave her a charm-laced smile, “Great, so you don’t have any issue with being tied up, right?” He hummed, a fresh bolt of excitement poured into his blood when he saw Sae’s cheeks turn pinker as she shook her head. “Alright then, Margaret, tie her up and blindfold her.” “Yes sir~”

While Margaret fished the soft BDSM rope and a thick blindfold from their intimacy drawer, the old wildcard let out a slow breath to ease the tension already built up in his gut from little more than the show and the soft touches he gave himself. Though, once miss Nijima was good and tied up, sat on the edge of her bed within frame, with Margaret behind her with her arms draped over the woman’s shoulders. “Any other requests, sir? Or do you just want to see the both of us tied up tonight?” She teased, and he chuckled back, “No, though that would make a lovely photo set~” able to see how the flirtatious tone he let slip into his voice ignited a filthy light in his baby mama’s eyes before he continued to instruct, “But, that can be done later. This time, I want you to use a toy to tease Sae a bit.” Which, Margaret was eager to go through with.

Narukami, meanwhile, finally wrapped his fingers around the aching cock that threatened to rip his pants open. Though, he held off on the movements just yet. The simple increase in skin-to-skin contact enough to simmer his blood even before Margaret returned into frame with a vibrator in hand.

Sadly, all the grey-haired persona user could do was watch as the collared mother of his children pushed Sae’s thighs apart and drug the quivering toy over the smooth fabric of her red panties. But, he still relished each moan that fell from the woman under the mercy of his attendant’s actions. Which, admittedly weren’t the most patient of actions. “Slow down, babe.” the charming man reminded when Sae squirmed beneath Margaret’s hand. Yet, beyond a playful glance back at her camera, the attendant ignored him in favor of tugging her partner’s panties down her thighs to press the unyielding toy directly to her clit instead. The loss of the thin barrier’s protection enough to earn a surprised gasp that quickly fell into needy moans. As if Narukami needed another hit to the willpower that kept his hand still on his cock.

But, he managed to bite back the urges. He didn’t want to blow his load too soon and end the show early. “Alright, that’s good, Margaret. She’ll cum too soon if you keep that up.” Narukami chuckled, able to hear his old attendants bratty huff even through the speakers of his laptop. But, even if she gave the screen a bratty look, she pulled the vibrator away from Sae’s twitching cunt. Which, earned her one of Narukami’s charming smiles from his end of the connection.

If he’d been there, in the same room as the two beautiful women that so kindly put on a show through the screen, he would’ve kissed the woman. Or, better yet, put a child or two in both of them. But, alas, Narukami wasn’t there to pump their wombs with his cum, he was in America for some lame work conference. So, all he could really do to curb how fast his blood raced was tighten his grip on his cock and finally begin to slowly stroke. Man, being an adult sucks. “Is there anything else you want me to do to your new pet, sir?” Margaret asked, the dance of amusement and arousal in her words drawing the ex-wildcard out of his thoughts and back to the sight of the silver-haired women keeping him company that night. Those glittering gold eyes focused on him through the camera to freeze the slow strokes of his palm along his tortured length. The new ‘pet’ of the group, meanwhile, now sat beside Margaret on their bed, half leaned against the silver-haired attendant limply while she panted. Left to recover from the unrelenting stimulation of the toy. Narukami didn’t know much about her beyond how his lover picked her up to assist her in this long-distance game, but he still felt the same primitve itch in his loins to put a child in her the same way he had Margaret.

“Master?~”

Once again, Margaret’s voice pulled Narukami out of his thoughts and back to her and how her golden eyes twinkled as if she could tell just how hot the sight of two beautiful women who waited for his orders had him under the collar. “A-ah, right.” He said quietly as his hand returned to its slow movements, “How about you treat yourself and have Sae eat you out?” He hummed, and even through the layers of video, he could see his old attendant’s vibrant eyes light up at that.

But, he left her to work out the positions without further instructions. Instead, he let his mind wander for the third time that night. Still vaguely aware of the two women performing for him, but he also drifted between memories and fantasies while he stroked himself. Each one of Margaret’s soft moans that the speakers let slip through another splash of gas on the low burning fire in his belly. “Good girl…” he breathed, his grey eyes focused back on Margaret now, watching as she balanced herself over Sae on his bed with her hands on the human woman’s hips. Her eyes closed against the waves of pleasure each flick of Sae’s tongue gave, and her mouth open slightly to let out more gentle noises at his praise.

After that, maybe he’d let Margaret cum before switching the focus to Sae once again. Maybe.

God if only I was there...

[reidmania]

hey just wanted to talk about your recent post in regards to animals in captivity :3 im quite passionate ab this subject so i apologise if i come across kinda aggressive!!!! thats not my intention at all i just like talking ab this stuff :D

i did enjoy your fic because you’re right!!!!! places like seaworld, where animals are kept in much too small enclosures and forced to tricks, are a huge issue. i really appreciate what you had to say on that topic in particular!

but, i personally really dont like all the hate that zoos and aquariums get by association. there are definitely cases to be made for larger animals such as sharks/whales/elephants, but something that you have to remember is that zoos+aquariums are conservation efforts! most animals that are in captivity are either born there and have no concept of the outside world, or were injured in such a severe case that they can not be released. zoos and aquariums (at least repeatable ones) try their absolute hardest to meet every one of their animals needs, and rehabilitate them if possible.

not only this, but these institutions also have programs that work towards rebuilding endangered populations and reintroducing them into the wild!! an example of this would be the american black-footed ferret, which was successfully reintroduced, but there are programs happening right now for even more animals. without things like zoos & aquariums, we wouldn’t have all this amazing research and progress!

my final point is the education opportunities that these places bring :3 i adore animals and when i was younger, i went to a zoo camp program every summer! i learned so much about animals and ecological conservation that helped me become so passionate about it today !

sorry this ask is a little all over the place i have a lot of thoughts!!!! please know that i am not trying to tear you down for your story, it just got me excited and wanting to talk ! thank u so much for reading :3

do not apologise bc its a topic that definitely needs to be talked about!!

i agree with a lot of what you said, zoo’s and aquariums are definitely not all bad!!. if you look at my comments on the post i made before that fic i mention that i understand that these institutions need to make money in order to be able to continue helping & providing these animals with care, and they make that money by doing shows or by people paying to see them.

some places are really really great in the way they care for their animals, and i completely agree that they are a great way to learn and become more educated on animals and etc and im sure they are not all bad in anyway what so ever.

In saying that the whole point of the fic (which was mainly about orca’s) was that i got the idea for it after watching blackfish which was a documentary about how horrible these orca’s were treated — and at that point in time SeaWorld was not rescuing their animals, they were capturing these animals, stealing them away from their parents, and then putting them through the worst stuff and actively spreading misinformation about these animals, saying stuff like 25% of orcas have flopped over dorsal fins when in the wild its less then 1%.

also saying that they live 25-30 years. When in the wild they can live to over 100. they would act like these werent wild animals, & these animals were being used for shows, then isolated.

Also i think its mentioned in the fic but these orca’s all come from different families, and pods which means they all have completely different sets of vocalisations which is how they communicate with each other and because of that they wouldn’t understand each other so they were still isolated!! which is the case with a lot of places, they can say the animals r with their ‘family’ but a lot of the time its just the same species put together in a close proximity.

they were punished by being starved, males were used purely to breed and then those babies would be ripped away from their mothers & sold to some place else. and dolphins being used for shows back then, trainers standing on their noses as an act, when that can do sooo much damage to dolphins jaws.

i think rehabilitation & rehab centres are great for all animals, and zoo’s or aquariums who rescue and genuinely care for their animals are great. theres definitely multiple sides to it and a lot has definitely changed since the backfish documentary came out, it just had me very frustrated. the places that rescue their animas & then if those animals can be released (and would survive) and they release them, those places have my respect but this is definitely not the case for every place.

thank you for giving me something to yap about!!

[finsterhund]

I feel bad about this but despite getting to see characters I like in live-action for the first time the Ashoka series trailer really didn't do anything for me. Like yeah Thrawn and "heir to the empire" They said the thing!!! But ehhh. Don't know if it's burn out or what.

Star Wars, largely regardless of quality, being my comfort food when I'm doomer suicidal as all hell suddenly not working might be evidence of me slipping into a danger zone so that's very much 🙃

Hoping it's temporary and this weekend I'm planning to lock Scott outside of my bedroom with a big beef bone and finally read the Thrawn Trilogy after putting it off for six thousand years (sorry Fishy but holy shit does Scott hate when I try to do literally anything that he's not able to participate in.)

Was much more hyped by how this week's episode of Mando was droid centric and having reprogrammed B1s. 🥺

I love them so much aaaaaaaaa

There's one specific scene where a B1 goes back to old programming but like, they do so in the funniest way. They're like tugging handfuls of clothes out of a box and throwing them around all over the place and it's so fucking funny to me because everyone's like "battle droids are fucking everything up" and it shows this little guy in peak "I fucking hate boxes" energy just doing inconsequential naughty cat behavior.

The old dude kissing Dooku's ass I found pretty funny tbh djfjfjfjtjdjdhfjsbfjsjfjdh ok grandpa separatist warcrimes.

Also I don't fucking trust those mandalorian mercenaries (lead by the one dude) Bo Katan has history with. They're sus and racist. "Ohh Din is adopted so he's not a real mando" for fucks sake do y'all "true mandalorians" even have a viable breeding population at this point? The found family aspect of you guys was literally present in the old EU/Legends for fucks sake. Apparently according to one comic the shape of your fucking helmets was based on the skull shape of the now extinct race that were the "first Mandalorians" like some thousand fuck years ago???? So yeah he's suspicious.

People probably complained about the actor cameos(?) but I felt their characters were fine honestly. They're random extras on some random planet that's flashy and weird. Maybe retreading old ground a bit too much with another entry in "Princess Weird Hair" territory but at least it's consistent so if people were complaining about her for reasons other than Star Wars not trying something new and having another Weird Hair Princess I don't particularly see why. Only one who looked like they were "guest starring themselves" was Jack Black and he was random ex imperial human dude and his acting was fine so I don't think that's really a problem. Got the vibe that the character was forced into military at a young age despite being a silly eccentric soul and after the fall of the empire finally gets to have an adulthood being himself and he's making up for lost time. Who fucking knows. Like I said he's just a random extra who I don't even think will appear again. Star Wars having prominent actors in supporting roles that you can really notice as being those actors has been a thing since the beginning really. I never really experienced that though because of my age. Especially in the original trilogy where I had no idea what some of these actors were known for before and they're literally just type cast as their character to me at that point. I feel Alec Guinness would not like that one bit but I literally cannot see him in any other character. And Prequel Trilogy was largely the same way to me. Like Samuel L Jackson is first and foremost Mace Windu in my brain. I watched the marvel movies and was like "Mace Windu eye patch!!!" Doesn't help that I'm "actor blind" and tend not to even recognize actors a lot of the time in the first place. I only recognized Jack Black in this episode.

Wanted to see more about the Mon calamari prince and his squidhead gf. Is he the same one from the one episode of clone wars? A sibling? Wasn't there a comic where he died? I don't remember and didn't read it. I know this is the Mando show but I do want the franchise to explore specific aliens and their individual worlds/struggles more often. This might be controversial of me to say but having a little standalone movie or short series or something about some jawas goin on a little adventure, something akin to that one ewok movie I think I'd like to see. Maybe go a bit artsy 80s dark fantasy vibes with it. God this is just because I keep thinking about Jim Henson creatures again isn't it? Jawas weren't even puppets for fucks sake Andy. Yeah.

"Visions" felt like more like cool art demos and creative experiments than stories but if there were canonical little miniseries that just went off on tangents like how each episode of Visions was standalone and untethered I feel that's something the franchise could benefit from.

I suppose I could just as easily say I want brand new little scifi fantasy practical-effects-centric alien universes if I'm being honest. But I feel at this point nobody wants to do that because time and money. I'm only really getting my fix from whatever Disney allows Star Wars to do at this point. Where's the Star Wars knockoff equivalent of Kyle Edward Ball? Who's going to make the grimy 80s puppet and model starship skinamarink? Doesn't even have to be good I'll still at least try to eat that shit up lmfaooo

I do think the perpetual 7 year old in me might finally be experiencing Star Wars burnout though. Which scares me because as I said a while back, my inner child is the only part of me that has a will to live.

I've lost motivation for pretty much everything please let me still stay excited and feel creative through Star Wars aaaaaaaa 😭

Continuing to put off the season finale of Bad Batch because I have reason to believe it's sad and I don't want to be sad skdfsdlfjsd I am baby coward.