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illfoandillfie · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 4: Bimbofication + Cockwarming

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,164

Warnings: Bimbofication/intelligence play, hypnosis/trance state, cockwarming

A/N: This fic is very much set in my Future Management universe though I think you could get away with not having read the others. I’ve missed writing these two tbh and then I saw that one of the prompts for day 4 was bimbofication and decided it was a good enough excuse to get back to them. But I also really loved the second prompt for day 4, cockwarming, so decided to mix the two together!

After the long week you’d both been dealing with, you and Roger were glad to have a weekend to yourselves to relax. You’d spent too many nights out at various political functions, lobbying politicians and trying to convince the wealthy elite to donate to your cause. It was frustrating though and despite the numerous late nights and all your best efforts, it didn’t feel like you’d got particularly far. Roger had returned to the studio that week to begin recording Queen’s next album, so he was having a better time than you had been, though by all accounts everyone had been a little on edge as the week drew to a close. He’d come home complaining about how snippy everyone had been and how little progress they’d made that day. It was nice just to curl up on the couch together and zone out in front of the telly, not least because recently you’d barely found time to just be together without interruptions. It wasn’t a problem exactly, and you’d known you’d have patches like that when you first started seeing each other, but the lack of intimacy and physical affection created by your busy schedules did take its toll. So, on Friday night, Roger took great joy in turning off the alarm clock, deciding you could both use a lie in. You were too exhausted to even suggest anything more than talking before you went to sleep, but Roger made sure he was spooning you as you settled down, holding you tight. 

Roger was still asleep as you woke, carefully detangling yourself so you could tiptoe to the bathroom, but he offered you a sleepy grin when you came back.  “Sorry, did I wake you?” “Maybe a little. Thought we were going to lie in.” He pouted at you as if you’d betrayed him.  “I had to pee!” you laughed, “But I’m all for lying in now.”  Roger chuckled along with you as he beckoned you over, encouraging you to lay your head on his chest as you snuggled back up. His hand found yours, softly tracing the length of your fingers as he sighed happily.  “I missed this,” he half whispered, pulling your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles.  You hummed in agreement. For someone who’d not been in the habit of sharing your bed or encouraging physical contact, you’d certainly gotten used to Roger’s touch. He’d thoroughly converted you as the relationship became more serious, made you see how nice it was to be held, how comforting his hand in yours could be. And you had missed it over the last week when there’d not seemed to be enough time for those soft, quiet moments with him. You’d sat next to uninterested politicians who nodded politely at what you said but never offered anything useful, and thought about how nice it’d be to feel Roger kiss your temple or squeeze your thigh. And then your mind had taken it further, reminding you how warm you got when his weight was over you, how it felt to fill your lungs with his breath and to taste him on your lips. You shifted at the idea and realised you weren’t the only one who wanted more than just to relax. Scooting away from Roger so you could better face him, you began to suggest you could maybe slip down under the covers and help him get properly excited, but before you got more than a few syllables out he was talking about a different idea. “So, I’ve been thinking about something I thought might be fun to try with my bimbo doll.” “Oh?” You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about that. On one hand you loved when Roger turned you brainless and cock-crazed, how fun it was and how freeing. But this was the first time you’d really been able to be together in a little while. What did it say about the state of your relationship or his opinion of you, if he’d prefer your bimbo alter ego over the real you, “You want her?” “Not necessarily right now,” he said, rubbing his knuckles softly against your cheek, “Not if you don’t want to. I’m happy staying like this with you all day.” “Don’t pretend you don’t want to fuck. I want to fuck.” Roger laughed, “Oh I definitely want to fuck. I’m just saying I’d be perfectly happy fucking beautiful, brainy, you, instead of the slutty idiot.” You couldn’t help but smile at that. “But it’s something I’ve thought about quite a lot. And I think it’d be kind of perfect for such a lazy morning.” “Okay.” you said, thinking about it more, “I’m not entirely opposed to the whole bimbo thing. It might actually be nice to be a bit brainless, maybe even make it a bit easier to relax. Y’know, sort of keep me focused on enjoying the moment and really feeling everything. So why don’t you just tell me what the idea is and then I’ll know how up for it I am right now.” “Hmmm. I thought maybe it could be a surprise. But don’t worry, it’s something we’ve done before. I’m just curious how she’d react to being made to do it.” “Being made to?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in disbelief, “Is this something I like?” “Oh yeah, definitely. Believe me, we’ve done this a few times before. Usually, it’s less part of sex and more to do with the aftercare or the foreplay.” You tried to think of what he meant but nothing came to mind that fit the description. It was intriguing though. And you trusted Roger, you knew he wouldn’t take advantage or force you to do something you wouldn't normally do. If he said you enjoyed it then you must enjoy it usually. Roger waited to see how you’d react. “Nothing to lose?” “Nothing to lose.” He said with a smile, “I promise it’ll be fun, love.” “Okay, let’s do it. I’m insanely curious. But also, sometime later today or tonight, we’re going to have regular, non-bimbo, sex.” “Anything you want. You ready?”

You nodded and instantly felt Roger draw you back down so you were within easier reach. His fingers trailed lightly over your arms as he began to talk you down. You relaxed into the moment, letting his voice wash over you as his touch created goosebumps over your skin. As you closed your eyes your breathing began to soften and you felt the familiar drowsiness settle into your mind. Roger did his usual improvisation, making sure you knew how dumb you were, how easily confused and hopelessly idiodic you were. He made you understand that you couldn’t understand half of what he said, that you were just a giggly dummy who needed his help. And then, when he was sure you had gone brainless, he told you how horny you were. How all you could think about was his cock in every one of your holes, how desperately you ached for him, how being filled by him was your one goal in life. The only thing you needed or wanted. And how the longer you waited the hornier you got. He told you about being desperate and wet and you felt yourself grow desperate and wet as he said it though you couldn’t remember the word desperate. You tried you but just came up blank. The only world you could think of was cock. It flashed in your mind like a neon sign and just the thought of that word alone made your mouth water and you cunt ache. You shifted, trying to rub your legs together, able to feel the slick forming between them as your stomach tightened with need. And then he told you one word, a simple word. No. He explained that every time he told you no, it was guaranteed to compound the horny desperation you felt. “What’s co-com- ummm, com-pound?” You asked, confusedly. “It means the feeling will get stronger. When I say no, you’ll get even hornier. Understand?” “Yes,” you sighed, content now that he’d explained the hard word.

By the time you blinked your eyes open, all you knew was that you wanted his cock. It was your very first thought and the first thing you said. Roger looked at you, smiling, and greeted you. A pleasant, “Hi,” that made you feel warm and happy. You’d smiled back, “Can I please have your cock Sir?” That made Roger laugh, “No baby. That’s now what I want to do right now.” Hearing him say that just made you want it more though. “Please Sir? I could suck it for you. I really really really want to suck your cock.” “No, I don’t think I want that either.” You whined softly, “I promise I’m reallllllly good at it and I love sucking cock so much.” “No. What else could you do instead?” “Ummm,” it was hard to think, hard to remember anything beyond how horny you were, “Maybe I could ride you?” “Hmmm, no.” You groaned and clenched your hands into fists for a second as a bolt of energy ran through you, “Can I wank you?” “No, baby, not that either.” “Please Sir?” “No.” The bolt of energy ran through you again and you stomped your foot against the mattress to relieve some of the pressure. “Keep suggesting things,” Roger grinned, “Maybe one of them might interest me.” You scrunched your face up in concentration, trying to think of something Roger might like, “What about if you fucked me? I’d be so good and I’d stay so still and you could use my pussy and cum in me and-” “No. No I don’t want that either.” “But Siiiiiiir,” you whined, “You always tell me to take your cock!” “Do I?” “Yes!” you giggled, wondering how he could have forgotten, “You always say how good it feels in me.” “I s’pose that’s true.” “So can I have your cock now?” “No.” You whined and pouted but Roger didn’t budge. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s start with taking your clothes off.” “Okay Sir.” you nodded, giggling again at the idea, hoping it would lead to having one of your holes filled. “Well go on then. Shirt off first, good girl.” You rolled yourself off the bed and quickly began tearing off the pyjamas you were wearing, feeling hot as Roger’s gaze dragged over the newly exposed skin. “Now undress me.” You couldn't help but laugh as you crawled across the bed to reach him. He’d slept without a shirt so all you had to worry about were his flannel PJ pants and underwear pulling them down his legs one at a time. As his underwear came down your eyes fell to his cock, revealed inch by inch. You felt saliva pool in your mouth and had to resist the urge to lean forward and taste him. “Can I touch you Sir?” you asked quietly, almost holding your breath as you waited for his answer. “No.” “Please?” you asked again, frustrated. Roger didn’t understand how bad you wanted it, how much you needed him. “I’ll do anything Sir, whatever you want.” “No.” With an impatient groan you threw yourself onto your stomach, beating your fists and feet against the mattress. It was the only way to relieve the energy and pressure building inside you. But Roger just laughed, “Awww, is Dummy gonna have a tantrum? That’s not going to change my mind. My answer is still no.” You whined and kicked your legs again, your pussy throbbing with how empty it was. “You’re such a desperate slut, aren’t you Dummy.” Roger laughed again, “So maybe....” You looked up excited and hopeful. “I might decide to fuck you. Pin you down, fill you hard and deep and cum in you as many times as I can manage. Just to shut your whining up.” You scrambled back to your knees and nodded happily, reaching to wrap your hand around Roger’s cock. He slapped you away, “I said might, Dummy. That’s still a no. You’ll have to show me you deserve it. You’ll have to be a good bimbo doll and do everything I say. Can you do that?” You whined but agreed you could. He didn’t need to make you promise to follow his orders. You’d have done that anyway. You’d have done anything he asked, anything to make him feel happy and pleased.

“Sit up, hands behind your back. Show me your cunt.” You scrambled to do as he asked, smiling proudly when he hummed at the sight of your spread legs and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. “You’re so wet Dummy. How’d that happen?” You giggled again, “I told you I want you Sir.” “Guess I didn’t realise how much,” Your gaze fell to his hand and your breath caught as you watched him slowly stroke his length, stiffening more the longer your eyes were fixed on him. It just made everything worse. You couldn’t seem to drag your eyes away, nearly panting with desire. Wanting to touch yourself almost as much as you wanted to touch him. “Oh you are desperate. I can see your cunt clenching around thin air and you’ve got drool on your chin. You don’t even care which hole I use.” You shook your head. Whatever he wanted would make you happy because it’d make him happy. “I could keep telling you no.” A whimper slipped from your lips and you felt your pussy pulse with need. “But maybe I’ll be generous. Lie down here, next to me. Good girl, now turn onto your side. No, other side, facing away from me. That’s right.” “What are you doing Sir?” you asked over the creaking of the bed frame as Roger shifted around behind you. He didn’t answer though, just pressed himself against your back. You could feel his hard length being directed to your slit and you changed the position of your legs to make it easier for him. “Good girl,” he said softly, his breath warm against your bare skin. You moaned at the feeling of him moving between your legs, waiting for the sweet stretch of him filling you. Only it didn’t come. You could feel him between your lips, sliding easily through your soaked folds, every ridge and vein making you shudder. You tried to press back, to direct him into you, but his hand landed on your hip, forcing you to still. “No.” The word pulled another whine from you, louder than any before, exacerbated by how close he was to what you really wanted. But that just made Roger chuckle as he kept teasing you. It was pure torment, though worse was still to come.

It took you completely by surprise when Roger stopped his teasing rubbing, readjusting his angle so he could sink into you slowly. The unexpectedness of it stole your breath but you managed to gasp out a small moan of thanks, finally getting what you’d been so desperate for. The position you lay in kept your bodies close as he sheathed himself fully, rocking his hips gently so as to withdraw a little and thrust back into you. You could have cried with joy at knowing you’d pleased your Sir, that you’d been so good and patient, and he’d finally decided to take what you’d offered him. And then he stopped. You tried to take over his rhythm, tried to fuck yourself on his cock the way you knew he liked. Last time you’d done that he’d praised you for being brainless and needy, called you a good bimbo whore and you’d kept going until he’d cum, laughing about how good it felt. But this time he stopped you. He pressed his hips flush against you and wrapped his arm tightly over the top of you. “No, Dummy. No moving now.” “But Sir,” “No. Be good and lie still or I will make you,” He tapped the middle of your forehead with a finger, “Remember I have all the power.” You didn’t know what he meant by that or why he’d tapped you but you knew how to be good. You knew how to please. And so you relaxed again and lay quiet and still, the way he wanted you. “It’s still a little early for me to use you. I think I want to sleep a bit longer, so why don’t you stay here and warm my cock for me. It’ll keep me comfortable so I can sleep longer. And then when I’m better rested I’ll think about fucking you.” You whined again, wanting to thrash your arms and legs again but unable to, wanting to be pinned down by your Sir and used, wanting to feel him move within you or to taste his cum or anything. But if that was what he wanted that was what you’d do, so you nodded and agreed softly. Roger hummed happily which was all you needed to hear to feel happy too. He let out a tired exhale and seemed to still. You listened as his breath evened out into a shallow rhythm, and struggled to keep relaxed in his embrace. As far as you could tell he was asleep, though his hand seemed to come to life. His fingertips trailed over your skin, coming to rest on your chest. You tried to remain quiet but struggled not to moan as his hand cupped your breast and squeezed it. In response he moved slightly, though still slept on, his cock changing angle within you by a hair's breadth. In your state of heightened arousal it was enough to have you clenching again, trying not to wake Roger in case he got mad.

There was a soft laugh from behind you and Roger mumbled, “C’mon Dummy, you should sleep too.” And then he kept talking, telling you how you’d still be horny when you woke but you’d have control of your brain again, you’d be back to his beautiful, intelligent partner. It sounded like nonsense (what did intelligent even mean?) but something about the way he spoke made your eyes droop and close. There was a small tap on your forehead and you awoke, disorientated by being brought back to the real world so soon. “How do you feel, love?” Roger asked and you twisted in his arms to try and see him better. You were pleased when you heard him groan at the change in your position. “You’re a fucking tease Roger Taylor.” you half laughed, trying to sound less amused than you were. He laughed too, clearly pleased with his little game, as he released you and withdrew his cock from your heat, “I told you you’d like it.” You pushed yourself up to be more comfortable, “I don’t know that like is the word I’d use. All I feel is horny. Insanely so.” “Do you want that fuck now?” He was still laughing when you tackled him.

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anir-lol · 4 years ago

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Sebastian HCs when he was younger mostly cause I probably won't draw any of this lol

I'm just gonna be putting a warning here cause I'm gonna be talking about this stuff so

Death warning and Smoking warning

Alright first off his dad is dead

Died when Sebastian was like 3

How'd he die? Smoking

Already had fucked up lungs before, him smoking a bunch made it worse

He was stressed as hell when Sebastian was born, but still wanted to quit for him and Robin

He couldn't do it though...

You bet when she found out Sebastian smokes it worried her a shit ton

Sebastian started smoking when he was 18

Robin would go out of her way to look for the cigarette packs and throw them out

Really pissed off Sebastian since he was an adult and brought it all himself

Eventually after a few fights Robin stops throwing them out, but still sometimes tell him off when she sees it

Sebastian and his dad used to watch Sebastian's favorite show until 10pm

He even went out to buy a plush of his favorite character from the show

The plush was a bright green frog

Still keeps it close by even being older

It's the one thing Sebastian sees as something left of his dad, so he hugs it each time when he's sad over him (or sad in general)

Sebastian found him dead when he went out to go get his dad to watch his favorite show together

He was just lying there on the bed... With a cigarette on the floor

Sebastian didn't know any better, just thought he was sleeping

He just climbed and sat down on the bed and turned on the show, mad his dad was "sleeping"

Robin came home 3 hours later from hanging out with her friends to see Sebastian just sleeping on the bed next to his dad

She broke down reallllllly badly

Robin moved cause she couldn't handle being there with everything reminding her of her husband

Robin and Sebastian's dad worked on the house together when it was literally tearing down together, so she really couldn't be in the house

Even more that she was sleeping almost exactly where her husband died in the bed

Robin and Jodi knew each other in ZuZu city, so Sebastian and Sam basically grew up together

Robin got the idea of moving to Stardew Valley from Jodi

Both Robin and Jodi moved at the same time

Robin met Demetrius when she moved there and Sebastian already disliked him lol

Cause Sebastian didn't really understand the concept of death at the time, he kept thinking Demetrius was replacing his dad

Robin had to go and seriously talk to him about it, and for the longest it really affected him

When Sebastian was 4 Robin and Demetrius got married, and he was 5 they had Maru

When Maru came they had to make Sebastian's room into Maru's room, it made Sebastian really upset to start living in the basement

They also changed the living room to a scientist room for Demetrius, which upseted Sebastian even more

Sebastian and Maru actually got a long really well when they were younger

Whenever Demetrius started showing favoritism towards Maru and telling Sebastian a bunch of stuff he didn't like is when he started disliking both of them

Would listen to his mom a lot more than Demetrius when he was younger

Sebastian and Sam made friends with Abigail in the valley when he was 8, Sam was 9, and Abigail was 7

Pierre didn't want Abigail hanging out with them that young but fuck you Pierre she still did anyways 😩

So young and Lewis already hated them all lol

Sebastian has ginger hair just like Robin, and has light freckles too

Absolutely hates that summer shows his freckles more

Robin dyed her hair black once and Sebastian really wanted his hair dyed black too, so she let him get it dyed for him

Only seen black hair ever since lol

Whenever Sebastian got his motorcycle, the first place he went on it was his dad's grave

He learns a lot more of his dad from Robin mostly and rarely Jodi whenever she talk to Sebastian since it was such a young age for him when he died

Always wishes he got closer to his dad, even though he knew I'd hurt him more

Whenever he gets with the farmer, once they're really close he takes them to see his dad (if they wanted to)

He's really the only one to go out to buy flowers to put on his dad's grave

Sometimes Robin would ask him to go put some flowers for her that she brought

Whenever something he feels important happens in his life (whether being good of bad) he goes out to his dad's grave and talks to him about it

Always wonders how much different life would be with his dad still around

He one time saw and felt his dad's ghost hugging him and really freaked him out-

Especially cause he didn't even smoked anything

He tells this to the farmer once

The farmer tells him that they also see their grandfather in their dreams rating their farm and he's just like "wait is this shit normal????"

I don't do HCs stuff too btw, I just wanted to dump some of my Sebastian HC stuff lol and sorry if it's a bit dark too, I know the dad part is a bit messed up so uh-

#sdv #sdv sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #sdv headcanons

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pikapeppa · 5 years ago

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Cullen solo smut: Personal Correspondence

In which Cullen has some private commander time when he receives a rather PERSONAL letter from Piper. 😏 Also, some conversations just because they’re fun.

~5200 words; read here on AO3 instead.

Beautiful sexy art by @schoute!!

Cullen was bored.

That wasn’t to say that this meeting with Josephine and Leliana was boring. The issue they were discussing was quite important, in fact: an odd flurry of activity among some minor Orlesian noble houses that seemed related to red lyrium. Despite the importance of the issue, however, the unfortunate truth was this: any discussion involving Orlesian nobility inevitably drove Cullen’s otherwise-disciplined attention toward… well, anything else.

He forced himself to listen as Josephine tapped her quill thoughtfully on her tablet. “We must be cautious if we approach the de Mouriers,” she was saying. “But I do believe we will get an answer more quickly from them than from Marquise Courtmance.”

“Quicker may not be better, Josie,” Leliana said. “If my spies slip into the Courtmance compound under the guise of servants, they can get a clearer and less roundabout answer.”

Josephine twisted her lips. “I’m not so sure. I have heard that the Marquise’s butler is particularly stringent about monitoring the comings and goings within her estate.”

Leliana smiled faintly. “Yes, he certainly is.”

Josephine blinked. “Ah. I see. Who told you of their… liaison?”

“Nobody needed to,” Leliana replied. “It was evident at the Winter Palace, no?”

Josephine opened her mouth to reply, but Cullen had had enough. He planted his palms on the table. “Shall we make a decision, then?” he said. “The Inquisitor left the choice in our hands. We should settle on a course of action and move on.”

“We can’t rush this, Cullen,” Josephine said earnestly. “Every move we make will have a ripple effect across all of Orlesian society, like— “

“—like stones thrown into a pond, yes, I know,” he said impatiently. He folded his arms. “I for one would be thrilled to simply throw stones at the lot of them, but what do I know?”

Leliana smiled serenely. “Now now, Cullen,” she said. “Just because every Orlesian family is trying to marry their daughters to you, it’s no reason to pout.”

Josephine giggled, and Cullen scowled at them both. “I’m not pouting,” he said. “And even if I were, I think it’s a perfectly good reason to pout. Why are they hassling me?” He shot Josephine a resentful look. “Why aren’t they hassling you? You’re just as marriageable.”

Leliana’s smile widened. “Josephine isn’t as pretty as you,” she said slyly.

“It’s true,” Josephine said happily. “I have yet to hear anyone composing any songs about my hair.”

Cullen double-taked at her. “Composing–! Where – who is composing songs about my hair?” he demanded. “We need to stop this at once.”

Josephine delicately patted her mouth, and Cullen scowled again; she was clearly trying not to laugh. “Unfortunately, we cannot afford to invest the resources into stopping these dastardly songwriters just now,” she said.

Cullen gave her a reproachful look. “You said just this morning that you convinced the Merchant Princes to invest a large sum to our coffers.”

Josephine let out a tiny cough, and Leliana spoke in her stead. “Well, I’ve heard that the ballads about your hair are boosting morale among the soldiers. Especially out at Griffon’s Keep.”

Griffon’s Keep? Cullen thought in annoyance. Was Rylen encouraging the men to engage in these sorts of foolish hijinks? Cullen ought to speak to him about it.

Then again, if making up songs about his hair was boosting morale among the men…

He sighed. “Fine. Let them sing about my blasted hair if it amuses them. Are we finished here?”

“Nearly finished,” Josephine said soothingly. “Just as soon as we decide on a course of action.”

Cullen sighed again, then waited with increasing restlessness as Josephine and Leliana discussed the pros and cons of addressing each noble house. When it was finally decided that they would send Leliana’s spies to the Courtmance mansion, Cullen exhaled in relief.

“Are we done here?” he asked. “I have a dozen reports waiting for me.”

Josephine smiled and gave him a small bow. “Yes, Commander. Thank you for your patience.” She drifted toward the war room doors, and Cullen began to follow her, but Leliana held up a hand to stop him.

“There is one more thing,” she said. “A letter for you.” She pulled a letter out of her pocket.

It was a rather grubby letter that was sealed with a crude wax seal of a ‘P’. Cullen raised his eyebrows as he took it. “This is from Pipe— from the Inquisitor,” he said.

“Yes,” Leliana said. “I see no harm in you receiving her… personal correspondence directly.” Her lips curled in the tiniest hint of a smile. “In any case, nobody else can read her handwriting. It’s quite atrocious.”

“It… yes, it is,” Cullen said. In fact, Piper’s handwriting was so dreadful that her official reports were dictated to Varric or occasionally Dorian when she was in the field, or even Solas on the odd occasion.

Cullen fondly studied the filthy letter for a moment, then frowned at Leliana. “Receiving these directly, you said. You no longer feel the need to screen these?”

She shook her head. “If there is anything of relevance to our cause, you can pass it on to me.”

Cullen peered suspiciously at the unopened letter, then at Leliana. “Why do I get the feeling you already know the contents of this letter?”

“I don’t,” Leliana assured him. “But it doesn’t take spies to know what is happening around the castle. I suspect that I don’t need to know what that letter says.”

Her tone was rather bland now, but her expression held a trace of humour. Cullen’s ears began to warm, but he straightened and nodded politely. “All right. Thank you,” he said. “I’ll, er… thank you.” He awkwardly patted the letter, then nodded to Leliana once more and left the war room.

He tucked the letter carefully into the inner pocket of his mantle, then strode purposefully back to his office. Once he was alone in his office, he eagerly broke the wax seal and opened the letter.

A dried flower fell out and crumbled into pieces on his desk.

Cullen’s eyebrows shot up in dismay. “Blast it,” he muttered. He put the letter down and tried to reassemble the flower, but it was no use; the poor dried plant was so crumbled that some parts of the leaves were little more than flakes of greenish-grey.

He gazed guiltily at the dead flower, then sighed and picked up the letter, and his eyebrows rose again: Piper’s handwriting was even more scrawly than usual. Had she been drunk while writing this?

Dearest Commander Golden Boy,

Greetings and evenings from the Exalted Plains! There are a lot of fucking statues here. So many fucking statues. And I mean a LOT of them. The humans reallllllly wanted to mark their territory here. It’s pretty gross.

Cullen smiled to himself. She’d most certainly had something to drink prior to the writing of this letter.

My official fancypants report will have all the important shit in it, so I saved the good shit for you. For example, Dorian nearly stepped in some actual ram shit today. He practically jumped into Varric’s arms when he realized there was shit on the ground and it was so fucking funny.

What’s some other good shit? This flower I sent you is called Andraste’s grace. Not crystal grace, ANDRASTE’S GRACE. GET IT STRAIGHT. Though if you really want to get it straight, it’s felan’asahngar in Elvhen. It means ‘lucky plant. It’s good luck, see? My kind of plant. I’m sending you one for luck. Dorian says I’m too drunk to be sending anything anywhere aside from sending my ass to bed, which makes noooo sense because there are no beds in the Exalted Plains, DORIAN.

Anyway, this plant is for you. It’s for luck. I’ll bring you another one just in case this one gets all roughed up, though. But DON’T TELL DORIAN I LISTENED TO HIM.

What’s some other good shit? I miss you.

Cullen’s belly did a pleasant little jolt. Piper had only told him once before that she missed him while she was away on her forays. She brought little souvenirs for him and spent as much time with him as she could whenever she returned to Skyhold, but she rarely said that she missed him.

A warm feeling was swelling in his chest. He slowly sat down in his chair and continued to read.

I miss you. I miss your face. Did you know I like looking at your face? Because I do. Everyone likes looking at your face because it’s a really handsome one but I like your face more than anyyyy other face. I like looking at your lips when you smile and I like your scar. I want to lick it.

Cullen’s heart leapt into his throat. He instinctively covered the letter with his hand even though he was alone, and for a moment he sat in his chair trying to breathe normally.

This letter really ought to wait until he wasn’t working. Leliana was right; it was very personal, which meant he should really be saving it until later.

The letter was like a beacon beneath his palm, drawing his attention despite his faint feeling of guilt. After a few tense seconds, he picked it up and continued reading.

You know what I really want, Golden Boy? I want to put a big huge kiss on those nice scarred lips of yours. You have lip scars and I have lips scars so we should definitely kiss more. We should kiss all the time. Kissing allllll the time. I wish we could kiss right now. I wish I could have my tongue in your

Someone knocked sharply on the door, and Cullen jumped. He slapped a hand over the letter on his desk. “Wh-who is it?” he called.

“It’s Cassandra,” she said. “I wish to discuss something with you.”

“Just — just a moment,” he called out. Flustered and embarrassed, he hid the letter under some other papers on his desk and stood up from his chair.

Then he realized that he couldn’t stand right now. Not unless he wanted to draw attention to what Piper’s personal correspondence was doing to him.

He immediately sat back down while silently cursing his own body, then arranged his face into a neutral expression. “Come in,” he called.

Cassandra briskly entered his office and launched straight into business. “We should discuss Emprise du Lion. You have seen the preliminary reports from Sahrnia?”

“Yes,” Cullen said in the most professional tone he could muster. “They’re troubling.”

“They are disastrous,” Cassandra said brusquely. “Townspeople disappearing, unaccounted for? The Inquisitor has agreed that we will go there immediately upon her return from the Exalted Plains, but it was my hope that…” She frowned suddenly. “Are you all right?”

He blinked. “Pardon? Yes. I – why do you ask?”

“You are flushed,” Cassandra said. “Do you feel unwell?”

Damned blasted cheeks, he thought furiously. “I — no. I’m not unwell,” he stammered.

Cassandra’s frown deepened with concern, and Cullen realized what she was thinking about: his lyrium withdrawal. He relaxed slightly; at the very least, he could reassure her on that front.

“Cassandra, I swear to you, I’m well,” he said. “My… symptoms are controlled. The aches and pains are largely gone.” The nightmares were another matter, but they weren’t disrupting his daily activities, so it didn’t bear mentioning to her again.

She took a step closer to his desk. “If you require a break, you have only to ask. We can–”

“I don’t need a break,” Cullen insisted. “I am able to do my duties for the Inquisitor.” The Inquisitor, who was also the woman he loved. The Inquisitor, who was braving the dregs of the civil war in the Exalted Plains. The Inquisitor, who wanted to lick the scar on his lip and place her perfect tongue somewhere...

His manhood pulsed again, and he forced his face not to react. Unfortunately, Cassandra noticed his discomfiture nonetheless. “Are you certain you don’t have a fever?” she asked. “We can summon a healer–”

“No!” Cullen blurted. “No. I don’t require a healer, I’m… nothing is wrong. I am…” He trailed off uncomfortably. Why in the Maker’s name did his reading of Piper’s naughty letter have to be interrupted by a Seeker of Truth, of all people?

Cassandra was still staring at him with a combination of sharpness and worry, so he was forced to give her a hint of the truth. “It’s personal,” he muttered shamefacedly.

“Personal?” she said. “What does that mean?” Then her eyes dropped to his desk and to the crumbled flower that was sprinkled there – a sign of Piper’s well-known hobby.

Cullen couldn’t decide whether to be relieved or horrified when Cassandra’s face went blank with recognition. “Ah,” she said. “Oh. I – I see.” Her cheeks went bright red, and she immediately changed the subject. “Alban Poulin is managing the villagers who remain in Sahrnia, but they continue to disappear. Do you think it might be worthwhile sending some troops…”

Cullen forced himself to listen to Cassandra, and eventually his shameful excitement waned as he returned to the usual activities of work. By the time Cassandra left, with Cullen’s promise to look over the map of Emprise du Lion for places to fortify with troops, he was almost feeling like his usual focused self.

He regretfully swept the dried flower off of his desk and into the wastebin, then pulled Piper’s grubby letter out from under the other papers on his desk. I will save it for later, he told himself. If the remaining contents of this letter were as… titillating as the parts he’d read thus far, it would be truly inappropriate to keep reading it now during his working hours.

He tenderly smoothed out the edges of the letter and folded it up again. He opened the drawer of his desk and lowered the letter into the drawer.

Then he hesitated. How much harm would it be to just finish reading that last sentence? The sentence that he’d had to stop reading when Cassandra knocked on the door?

He sat there thinking for a few seconds longer. Then he unfolded the letter and continued to read.

I wish I could have my tongue in your mouth. But not just your mouth! I want my tongue on your neck and your chest and your scars do you have scars on that big handsome body of yours? I bet you do. If you have scars on your face then you definly definitely have scars on your body and I want to lick all of them. I wonder if you have any scars on your abs? Are there any scars on your thighs? Because Cullen, I would lick every last

Someone knocked on the door, and Cullen flinched. “What?” he barked.

A timid voice called through the door. “It’s, er. It’s Scout Jim, Commander.”

Cullen growled in frustration. His cheeks and groin were tingling in a terribly pleasant way, and it was completely and utterly inappropriate.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Then Jim knocked on the door again. “Commander? Are you–”

“Enter,” Cullen snapped.

Jim slowly pushed open the door. “C-Commander, ser? Krem was wondering – I mean, Kremisius Aclassi, he and Bull’s other men – a-and women, my apologies–”

“Spit it out, will you?” Cullen snarled. “I haven’t got all day.”

Jim’s face blanched, and Cullen immediately felt guilty. He pinched the bridge of his nose, then gave Jim a frank look. “I apologize. Please, give me your report.”

Jim swallowed hard and bowed. “Serrah Aclassi said you offered to train with him and the other Chargers today in the lower courtyard. They’re waiting for you.”

His gut twisted in dismay. He had completely forgotten about this appointment, thanks to his… distraction. “Thank you,” he said to Jim. “Let Krem know I’ll join them shortly.”

Jim saluted and left his office, and Cullen roughly scraped a hand through his hair. He stared longingly at Piper’s half-read letter, then refolded the letter and carefully locked it in the top drawer of his desk before going to train with Krem and the Chargers.

After two hours of hard training with the Iron Bull’s people, Cullen felt much more fortified to tackle the rest of his day. For the remainder of the day, he was focused and determined and attentive: he caught up on reading all of the less urgent reports from the last few days and composed his replies, and he developed a plan to heighten the defenses of Emprise du Lion until Piper and her party could venture there. He worked with Bonny Sims to start figuring out a more efficient way to get supplies out to the Storm Coast, and he ate supper in the barracks with his men. And all day long, he very deliberately did not touch his desk drawer with its dangerous and tempting contents.

It wasn’t until later that night, when Cullen had finished all of his tasks for the day and even some of the tasks he’d planned to do tomorrow, that he finally opened his desk drawer and pulled out Piper’s letter.

He nervously licked his lips as he unfolded the letter. But before he could fully open the letter, he paused.

He rubbed the paper nervously between his fingers. Then he placed the letter on his desk and started preparing for bed. It wasn’t very late, only about two hours past dusk, but Cullen was rather tired from the long and hard-working day he’d had. It only made sense for him to take his armour off now and have an early night.

He locked all the doors that led from the battlements into his office, then stripped off his armour and hung it carefully on its stand. He put on his loose cotton sleeping trousers and washed his face and brushed his teeth.

Then, with Piper’s dirty letter in hand, he climbed into bed. And finally, at long last, he continued to read.

I wonder if you have any scars on your abs? Are there any scars on your thighs? Because Cullen, I would lick every last one of them. And you could lick my scars too if you want. I have a lot of scars so you’d be hard at work for quite a while, Golden Boy.

He took a slow breath. Licking Piper’s scars? Licking any part of Piper’s lithe body? He… Maker, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it. In truth, his thoughts of Piper were becoming more and more heated as time went on. With every week that passed, with every pressed flower she sent from the wilds and every enthusiastic kiss she gave him upon her return to Skyhold, Cullen felt closer and more comfortable with her. And with that closeness and comfort came an undeniable urge to be… very close and comfortable with her.

He kept on reading.

I wonder what you’re doing right now? Are you standing in your office looking all studious and sexy? Maybe you’re sitting in your chair being all busnessy businesslike. If I was there in your office I’ve be sitting in your chair with you and you can bet we wouldn’t be doing business because I’d be kissing you. I really like kissing you. You give really good kisses, nice kisses with nice scarred lips and it’s like your usi you’re using your entire big hard body to kiss me when you bend me back against the desk like a big handsome warrior. You can bend me back over that desk anytime, Commander.

He paused and took another shaky breath. Piper’s words were like hot coffee, pouring through his throat and down to his belly and below with a thrumming sort of heat that was bringing his manhood to attention.

Bending her back against the desk… Now that she’d mentioned it, he couldn’t stop imagining it and remembering how good it felt to do just that. To have Piper pressed back against his desk while he kissed her, his hands on her waist and her thigh sliding up along his hip as he carefully pressed himself against her front…

His manhood was straightening in his loose trousers, but he didn’t mind, not now that he was alone in his bed at night with no one to bother him. He avidly continued reading the letter.

Now I’m just going on and on and Varric should probably have taken this quill and parchment away from me but I’ve never liked kissing anyone as much as I like kissing you. Kissing you is better than sex with anyone else I really like kissing you a lot. A lot a lotttttt. Kissing Cullen. I hope you like kissing me a lot too because I’m going to kiss you so hard when I get back to Skyhold and that’s a promise and Piper Lavellan always keeps her promises unless the promise is to pay my tab to Cabot ALWAYS.

Cullen gazed at the letter, excited by her words in more ways than one. Did Piper really feel that kissing him was better than sex with her other lovers in the past? If that was so, then… then Cullen was thrilled, because he felt the same. He had never felt the same connection to anyone else that he had with Piper. He had always hoped to find this sort of comfort in another person, this feeling that he could finally truly relax and be himself, but he had never managed to find it. Eventually he had begun to wonder if perhaps that sort of connection would never happen for him. After what had happened at Kinloch Hold, followed by everything he’d seen in Kirkwall, Cullen had started to wonder if… well, perhaps he was too guarded to permit the kind of connection that he sought. Perhaps he was too… damaged. Too scarred by mistrust and anger and regret to believe he could trust anyone else to see beyond the damage.

In her letter, Piper had mentioned scars. But the scars that Cullen harboured weren’t the sort that could be soothed with a stroke of the hand or the sweep of a tongue.

But maybe... maybe they could be soothed, if the hands doing the soothing were Piper’s.

He swallowed hard, then looked at the letter once more.

Now I’m in my tent. Dorian tried to take my quill away because he think I’ll regret writing this in the morning but he’s wrong. This is the best fucking letter I ever wrote. Someone should frame this fucking letter it’s so good. And now that I’m in my tent, you can think of me crawling into my bedroll to sleeeep. And you remember how I told you I like to sleep, don’t you?

He certainly did remember. As though he could ever forget Piper telling him that she slept naked.

His manhood pulsed at the tempting thought of Piper’s naked body, and he finally gave in: he slipped his hand into his trousers and wrapped his fist around his length.

He stroked himself, and a rush of pleasure rippled through his abdomen. He shifted his hips restlessly, then settled back against his pillows and continued to read the letter.

Okayfineiconfess I don’t sleep naked in the field because the boys are around and NICE TRY BOYS, THIS ELFY ASS IS FOR CULLEN’S EYES ONLY. Even though you haven’t seen me naked yet but you can if you want to. You know you only have to ask, right? You say the word, and I’ll get naked for you. Naked for Cullen. Nakednakednaked on your bed or your chair or even on your desk with all your papers all over it.

Cullen dragged in a breath and stroked himself firmly. Piper naked on his desk? Piper sitting on his desk while he was trying to work, naked as the day she was born? Naked aside from the intricate tattoo on her lower sternum that peeked teasingly through her billowing shirts, that is. That tattoo that clearly extended beneath her breasts, though Cullen didn’t yet know just how far it extended…

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Now all he could imagine was seeing the full span of Piper’s tattoos. Imagine if she was sitting on his desk and leaning back on her hands so he could stare at her – so he could take in the full extent of the pale ink that crossed her bronze skin, and the full extent of the scars that she’d bragged about in this letter, and the precise shade of pink that her nipples would be…

He sighed longingly and squeezed his shaft. Would Piper’s nipples be a deep dusky pink, or would they be more of a warm peach? If he was to run his tongue over them, what kind of sound would she make: would she cry his name, or would she gasp? Or maybe she would growl like the fierce little thing that she was?

Piper. He groaned softly and ran his palm along his rigid length. He desired her terribly, and he was getting increasingly frustrated with himself for not taking their relationship in the direction that they both so obviously wanted. Piper was clearly willing, and Cullen was willing too – Maker’s breath, was he ever willing. ‘Willing’ was an understatement, in fact; Cullen wanted Piper more desperately with every kiss they shared in his office and every heated look that passed between them over the table in the war room, and… and he didn’t want to disappoint her.

Piper had more experience than he; she was well-travelled, and Cullen knew she’d had her fair share of lovers during her travels. And then there was Cullen, with his paltry handful of partners many years ago, and… Maker, he didn’t want to disappoint her. She was special, more special and more important than anyone he’d ever known, and he couldn’t bear the idea of disappointing her. Nor could he bear the thought of their first time being a rushed and frenzied moment between the endless meetings that they both were constantly being pulled into. Piper was special, and Cullen wanted their first time to be special and for her to enjoy herself, and…

And the more he ruminated about this, the more anxious he was going to get. Perhaps there was something to be said about a more Piper-like impulsive approach.

Perhaps having Piper naked on his desk wasn’t the most terrible idea.

His manhood pulsed against his palm, and he stroked himself more quickly. Perhaps having Piper spread naked on his desk was a good idea, actually. If she was sitting on his desk and he was sitting in his chair, he could push her legs apart and really make sure she enjoyed herself. She’d written that she wanted him to lick her? Well, that was precisely what Cullen would do if she was spread wide on his desk.

He imagined Piper lifting her hips to request the touch of his tongue, and his manhood throbbed eagerly against his stroking hand. He inhaled sharply and pumped his hips toward his hand, and he imagined what it would be like to feel her soft and tender folds against his lips while he kissed her so thoroughly that she was gasping.

Piper’s naked body on his desk, her naked thighs spread beneath his hands, her dewy taste on his tongue… Cullen groaned and squeezed his shaft harder, stroking himself with rising speed and ardour as he imagined her. Imagine her hands clutching his hair as he lapped at the glory between her legs. Imagine her hands smoothing over the broad scar that ran from his left collarbone to his right pec, then her tongue sliding hotly over that same scar as she slid off of his desk and down to her knees…

His pleasure ratcheted higher, and he gasped and bucked his hips. Imagine if Piper was kneeling between his legs while he sat in his chair. Imagine if she was pushing her gorgeous mass of hair back and bowing her head over his lap and her perfect scarred lips were parting to take him deep…

“Please,” he gasped. Imaginary-Piper smiled at him, that cheeky heated smile that he loved so much, and then his manhood was sliding through her lips and down to the heat of her throat.

He stroked himself more desperately, and with every stroke he imagined Piper’s exquisite mouth moving up and down his shaft. A blissful and torturous minute later, his climax burst with a blissful rush that fanned through his thighs and up to his throat.

His pleasure spattered over his belly, and he gritted his teeth silence himself. When the heady rush faded away, Cullen let out a long and satisfied sigh, then lifted the letter once more.

To his amusement, the final paragraph was written in a slightly neater – and clearly sober – hand.

Well shit, I clearly fell asleep before finishing this letter last night. I’m of half a mind to not let this fucking thing see the light of day but now Bull is daring me to send it and I never say no to a dare. I hope you enjoy Drunk and Rowdy Piper Lavellan!

Also… eh, might as well go full sappy for once. I miss you. A lot. And this letter might just brighten your day, so why the fuck not.

Don’t work too hard, Golden Boy. ❤️

- Piper xxxxx

He chuckled softly. Piper truly was a creature of chaos. He gently placed the letter on his bedside table, then glanced ruefully at the evidence of his own pleasure that was still spattered on his belly.

He’d expected to feel somewhat guilty about this, but to his own surprise, he simply felt sated. Or as sated as he could be when he was in his bed alone, at least. Now imagine if he wasn’t alone – if Piper was here instead, sprawled beside him and obscured only by her mass of silvery hair…

Cullen sighed again, more wistfully this time, then gingerly rose from his bed to clean himself up. Once he was tidied up, he climbed back into his bed and blew out the candle, then gazed up at the stars through the hole in his ceiling.

For now, he was in his bed alone. But as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, he was comforted by the idea of Piper being in bed beside him.

Someday soon, that thought would become a reality. Someday, when Cullen mustered his courage, he would have his heart’s desire, and Piper would be in his arms and in his bed.

Until then, he would be satisfied with the messy scrawl of Piper’s personal correspondence.

#please Maker let the formatting on this have worked #IT WAS HELL TO DO #cullen rutherford #cullen smut #cullen fic #cullen/lavellan #cullen x lavellan #cullavellan #piperford #pikapeppa writes #schoute draws

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wasurare9 · 3 years ago

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Up next Seleneris!

Hi Guys! I’m back!

Sorry for the really long wait! (when will school stop overwhelming me!)

But in all seriousness, these were ready a reallllllly loooooooong time ago, but real life got a little ....messy, so I had to push this back for a while, hopefully now that everything is more or less back to normal I‘ll be able to post regularly again.

But enough about me! Enjoy!

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: May 16th

Starsign: Taurus

Height: 165 cm

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Hair Color: Silver

Homeland: Afterglow Savannah

Professional Status

Dorm: Seleneris

School Year: Senior Division 3rd Year

Class: 3-D | Student no. 16

Team: Team Windy

Occupation: Student | Dorm Leader

Club: Light Music Club

Best Subject: General Offensive Magic | Incantation

Fun Facts

Favorite Food: Pasta

Least Favorite Food: Mushrooms

Dislikes: Cowards

Hobby: Practicing the drums

Talents: Disguises

Stats

Strength: C+

Endurance: C

Agility: A-

Magic: D

Luck: D+

#twisted wonderland #twisted oc #nightingale academy #seleneris #oumbra skia

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bisluthq · 4 years ago

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I think Karlie referred to Taylor as the american dream and a quintessential american girl or something in a few early interviews about their friendship. That's why Kays associate it wil KOMH but it's another case of a very common phrase.

Yup and also “Quintessential American girl” /=/ literary concept of American Dream tho. Like ya Karlie kept calling them both ��normal American girls” because that’s seemed to be the stock phrase she had to use.

As you point out it is a common phrase but if we’re gonna bring Fitzgerald or Miller or like Hansberry or anyone who mostly commented on this idea then we actually have to use the concept not just be like “American dream” = Tay.

The American Dream as a concept if we reallllllly simplify it is the idea of working your way up from nothing to success with no barriers. Since the 1920s writers invert it and mess with it tbh.

I don’t see how it applies to Karlie and Tay but if people have creative literary analyses good I’m here for it.

#nat talks lyrical interpretation

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bycarmen · 4 years ago

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Flavours of Manila

The balance of sweet, salty, sour and bitter is not unusual in South-East Asian profiles - I’ve spent six months in Thailand, and also am super familiar with Vietnamese, Laos and Cambodian foods through my family’s heritage, so I’m no stranger to garlic, vinegar, fish sauce, lemongrass, palm sugar, tamardinds. And then I came to the Philippines, and everything felt familiar but also strangely different. I haven’t really been able to put my finger on it - for every dish I’ve tried here, I can think of something similar in a different cuisine but it’s all just a little off? Anyway, I’ve tried quite a few dishes in my six months here - here’s a quick round-up:

HITS:

Dinuguan - pigs blood stew, often served with puto (rice cakes). The puto is spongey and slightly sweet, and the stew is rich with unctuous chunks of pork. Once you get over the slight ick factor associated with blood, it’s incredibly delicious.

Halo-halo: this is the local answer to iced kachang or bingsu - it’s basically flavoured shaved ice. The base Filipino variation uses ube, red beans, and slices of leche flan, topped with plenty of condensed and evaporated milk. This is delicious in the way that ice-cream is delicious - you can’t reallllllly get it wrong.

Tokwa’t Baboy - deep fried tofu with pig ears. Served as a snack, and liberally doused in a vinegary sauce, the combination of chewy pig ears, pillowy tofu and crisp rings of red onion are texturally amazing and incredibly moreish.

Ube anything - very similar to taro, ube is a starchy, sweet root vegetable which is used liberally in desserts. It’s pictured above as a shake, but it features prominently in all types of filopino cuisine: breads, cakes, ice-cream, etc. It’s frequently paired with cheese which admittedly sounds kinda weird but it works..

OKAY:

Adobo: This dish is so famous, but I find it pretty average. It’s just another marinated meat, and I think there are too many other versions for this to be a stand-out.

Crispy Pata: deep-fried pig trotters. To be fair, I do appreciate the balance between the meat and the vinegar dipping sauce (very moreish) but it’s not a particularly exciting dish. It’s probably fine to share but it’s not something I’d order again on my own.

Kare-kare - a thick stew made with a peanut-base, and slow-braised oxtail. The creamy peanut base is offset with a sharper shrimp paste to create a rich complexity and depth of flavour. Paired with rice and bagoong (shrimp paste) which helps cut through the richness of the sauce, it’s a solid and repeatable dish though some places do it better than others. (There’s also a pretty good version @ 711.)

MISS:

Bibingka - a cake-style dessert made with rice-flour. The texture is soft and dense, and it’s flavoured with sugar and topped with cheese, salted egg and coconut; then served liberally doused with butter. It is ... a lot. And a bit too much. I really couldn’t get on board with how every flavour is trying to compete in your mouth.

Sinigang - a sour soup flavoured with tamarind. Usually includes juicy beef rib bones with lots of tender flesh, and lots of green beans and tomatoes. Reminds me of canh chua, but much more sour and more viscous in texture.

Pancit Luglug - this is the first dish I’ve ever violently hated. The base ingredients are normal (noodles, egg, pork) but the methodology is terrible - the pork rinds leave a terrible dusty texture in your mouth, and the flavour is just salty with no depth. Don’t order this, ever.

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beerselfie · 5 years ago

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#Repost @thecraftbrewnette ・・・ GOTTA LEARN TO LET IT GO 🌺 • Looking at this brew, the obvious connection here would have been all about the weather. • That seems to be the theme with @bigstormbrewing , and do we ever love them for it. ⚡️ • But honestly, I’ve had quite enough of Florida weather lately, what with the heat and humidity and unpredictability of our recent summer days. 🥵 • So instead I got to thinking about a different kind of pressure. • The kind of pressure we feel every day, all of us, with our responsibilities and our jobs and our families and our bodies and our bank accounts and our... ughhhh, I’m exhausted just thinking about it all. 🥴 • Which usually just leaves me daydreaming about a tropical vacation, laying on the beach with a beverage in my hand, where no one can reach me... except for the person bringing me those drinks. 🍹 • That’s the thing about the tropics. With salty ocean hair, sun kissed skin, and a bag full of bikinis, there is so much less to worry about. • So much less... pressure. 😌 • Take, for example, the following scenarios: - Is it too early for this piña colada? Nope. - I forgot my shoes by the pool! Not a problem. - Damn, there’s no cell service. Who cares? • Wouldn’t fly at work, would it? Seems so different than our “normal”, every day lives. • So I say we work on bringing some of that island life home, starting with this TROPIC PRESSURE FLORIDA ALE steeped with hibiscus flowers, touched with cinnamon, and perfected by BIG STORM BREWING. • Did you grab yours yet? Good, here’s what’s next: Close your eyes, Take a deep, deep breath, Picture somewhere you’d love to be, Reallllllly see it, Take a sip, And feel that tension melt away. 🏝 • Before you know it, you’ll be taking it all off... • ...the pressure, I mean. 😉💋🍻 https://www.instagram.com/p/CC4jduOH8gV/?igshid=1u664h5axk1o

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wolvesofinnistrad · 5 years ago

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Ben and Callum's real first time having sex and Callum is hopelessly nervous and worried and out of his depth. Ben has to guide him through it and like "Have you never watched a porn Callum? Never done Anal?"

Callum just looks scandalized.

Ben trying to get it all together and he's enjoying it, he is because it's Callum, but he also realizes how anxious Callum is.

Before Ben can say anything about it though Callum presses in a little deeper and suddenly Ben's practically mewling.

Callum freaks out and stops, "are you okay, did I hurt ya?"

Ben is just laughing now, licking his lips as he stares at his boyfriend. "No you git, just, felt good is all. Kinda nudged against that spot."

"Spot?" Callum asks, confused puppy face kneeling naked over Ben.

Ben rolls his eyes, he really doesn't want to give a sex lesson mid sex but this is his boyfriend and they both deserve pleasure so he relents. "My prostate Callum. Spot inside the arse makes you feel good when you rub it. Why blokes like getting fucked?"

Callum stares for a minute before leaning in. "There's a spot in there that's for sex?"

And that makes Ben laugh, something he doesn't normally do during sex unless the other guy is pitiful at it. But this isn't that, it's cute how Callum is so new and inexperienced.

"Yes Callum, there's a spot in there," he emphasize the last word, "that makes you feel really good. Bravo hitting it accidentally. We'll work up to being able to do more than that." He's smirking, teasing now.

Callum though, Callum takes it as a challenge. He kisses Ben to distract from his probing thrusts until he hears Ben gasp, and then it's Callums turn to grin. He goes slow, careful, making sure he drags against it every time.

Ben doesn't know what's happening, the sex suddenly went from endearingly awkward to him moaning Callums name and gripping at the sheets. "Callum, Cal, fuck."

"Yes babe?"

Ben can see the shiteating grin and wants to retort but Callum moves just right again and his eyes are rolling back. Callum starts stroking him in time with his thrusts and he's pretty sure he's never seen anyone get that much better at sex in the span of ten minutes but he isn't complaining.

There's only one thing missing.

"Callum, Cal please," Ben moans out, biting his lip because he doesn't know how to ask for this. Because this is his Callum, sweet, wholesome, probably thinks slow lovemaking all night is the height of sex, Callum. Not some bloke he picked up at a club for a quick shag in their flat or an alley.

"Whaddya need Ben?" Callum asks, knuckles caressing bens cheek so softly.

"Can you... Go a bit faster or, er harder?" He asks, and he shouldn't be embarrassed, he's never been before, but this is different. This is someone he is falling in love with and he doesn't want to scare him off. He's always been roguh around the edges, Callum smooths some of that off, but there are some places Ben still needs that in his life.

"Oh. Well, I didn't want to hurt ya, did I?" Callum says, giving a little goofy laugh.

"Callum, I promise you that going faster or harder is not going to hurt me. It's going to feel way better."

Callum makes a face at that. "Are ya sure?"

Ben nods, leaning up to kiss his boyfriend. "I promise. Now get a move on, don't got all day," he says, laughing and tapping Callum's bum with his foot.

And that's how Ben learns that Callum was reallllllly holding back on him. Apparently being told to give it his all makes Callum go a bit wild and Ben ends up getting one of the roughest, fastest, hottest fucks of his life.

It's also how Ben learns that if Callum keeps nailing his prostate like that, and really gives it to him good the way he likes, he can cum without even touching himself.

"Callum fuck, bloody hell I'm cumming!" He shouts as he splatters his own chest, and that sends Callum over the edge too.

When it's over they're both sweaty and sticky, lying in a crumpled heap panting.

"You okay? Kinda, kinda got a bit carried away at the end there," Callum whispers, touching Ben's cheek, giving him a light peck.

Ben's nearly delirious with pleasure, and an overwhelming sense that he'd never had that good of sex. "Callum I think you nearly killed me..." he laughs, thinking that if death by the best shag of his life was his way to go he'd gladly accept it as long as it's with Callum.

Callum looks gaunt, looking over Ben with worry. "Oh No! I told ya. I told ya I'd hurt ya if I did this I'm sorry Ben!"

Ben grabs him and kisses him hard. "Shut up. That was the best sex I've ever had. I'm actually kind of shocked, I didn't think you had that in ya."

That makes Callum pause, a nervous little chuckle bubbling up. "So it was good? And you don't have to be nice I know it's my first time with a guy and-"

Ben cuts him off. "Callum I said you nearly killed me because I thought I was gonna go brain dead. You near short circuited me up here," he taps his head. "I've never seen anyone go from just ok to mind blowing in one session. That was, amazing Callum."

Callum smiles, a bit shy and awkward, but he bends down and kisses Ben again, slow, languid. "Good. Next time I'll really go all out then."

Ben's eyes go wide. "What do ya mean next time..."

"Well, I was still holding back a bit. Still a bit worried I might have been mistaken. Now I know I don't gotta worry. I can give you everything."

Ben's pretty sure if Callum gave him any more he would actually combust, but what a wonderful way it'll be to go.

#ben mitchell #callum highway #ballum #mine #my fic #fanfic #eastenders

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 6 years ago

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Those Comics | Chapter One

Marvel/DC crossover x reader Warnings: Swearing and reallllllly, reallllllly bit of Angst (not really) Word count: 3353 Summary: When a sparring session with Wanda goes wrong, you find yourself in a really familiar, but still strange place... Series: You’re here | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

"Why are you always reading those comics? Don't they get boring after some time?" Tony asked coming into the living room where you sat upside down on a fluffy, grey armchair, reading the Gotham Academy comic that you've already read thousands of times. "I'll stop reading 'those comics' when you stop listening to AC-DC," you replied with a smirk on your lips, not looking up from the page you were currently on. "That-...That's not the same thing," he defended himself. "Yep, it is," Peter interfered from the bar in the corner in the room, where he worked on his Spanish-homework. With your eyes on the graphics in front of you, you didn't see how Tony mouthed 'Traitor' at Peter, but Peter just shrugged. You were like his older sister and he would always stand behind you, no matter what. "But...you're a superhero yourself and you live in a building full of other superheroes. Why do you need to read about them?" Knowing that you couldn't continue reading in peace you set the comic down and teleported it into your Bookshelf. "I always loved it. It was the only thing I cared for besides my lab and...after the incident...Well, I just wanted to have a little bit normality," you said, looking at the ceiling. Tony knew better than to say anything. Every Avenger knew that talking about the 'incident' is an absolute no-go. Back when you were only 18 years old, only a few months after getting your first job at one of America's finest Laboratories, your whole life changed. You tried to impress your new employer and so you did everything in your power and managed to get blood samples of Captain America, Black Widow, Spider-man and even a little sample of Hulks blood and you had an explicit plan for them. No. You didn't want to create a superhuman who'll be able to destroy something, you just wanted to help people. You knew that all the heroes you had blood from had a faster healing capacity than the average human and you wanted to use this, but you were stupid and tried to do it alone. Long story short: Something exploded, you inhaled some stuff, you changed and now you have the typical super soldier powers (Strength, speed and fast healing) and, because of a little big bang that happened when the blood cells of the different heroes mixed and started to attack each other + heat + science, the power to teleport yourself and other things/people. After that, you got recruited by Natasha Romanov and since then you're a part of the Avengers and a part of the family. You considered Tony a father because he was always there for you and would move heaven and hell for you, Natasha a mother, because she'd never doubt you and would support you when you needed support, and Peter, Wanda, Pietro (and Shuri) your siblings. Of course, the rest was also family, but your relationship with those was especially strong. Tony cleared his throat beside you and you noticed that you spaced off. "Did you say something?" you asked him, raising your eyebrows. "Yes. I don't think it's healthy to sit with your head down for so long," he said with a hint of concern in his voice. Rolling your eyes, even though your head indeed began to hurt, you rolled yourself off of the armchair and stood up, glad that you weren't dizzy. "Miss Y/L/N, Miss and Mister Maximoff want me to tell you that they hoped you'd join training today," surprised you FRIDAY. You huffed, but answered: "Tell them I'll be there in five." You winked at Tony, who only chuckled and sat down, and went over to Peter to give him a kiss on his cheek. "When you're finished, you can take yourself a piece of the apple pie in the fridge-" you thought for a moment, "-you know what take two and give one to May. Greet her from me." Peter hugged you and said: "Will do. Go easy on Wanda and Pietro." "No promises," you giggled and teleported yourself into your room to put on your training clothes.

Three minutes later you stood in the training Area, surveyed by Clint and Natasha, besides Wanda and Pietro, stretching yourself. "We'll start with 10 rounds," stated Natasha, which earned her a laugh from Piet, a chuckle from you and a groan from Wanda. As the only one without physic-enhancing-powers, she obviously had the most problems with that. All three of you went into the starting position when Natasha added: "For Wanda." Pietro and you looked at her confused, but she continued with a smirk: "10 rounds for Wanda, 25 rounds for Y/N and 100 rounds for Pietro. Friday counts." Now Wanda was the one to chuckle and you and Pietro the ones to groan. "Start," Nat shouted and all off you started. After two minutes Pietro wasn't visible anymore, you were already two and a half rounds in and Wanda just finished the first half of her first round, already looking exhausted. You finished your 25 rounds in seven minutes as the first, which was mostly because Pietro tried to cheat and Natasha gave him 50 extra rounds. He finished a few minutes after you and Natasha allowed Wanda to stop earlier because the young woman was already breathing heavily, while you and Piet didn't even break a sweat. When the young Sokovians breath calmed down, you once again stood in a line with Nat in front of you. "Now we're going to do some sparing. Powers are allowed, but nothing that could have serious long-term consequence." she stepped back and motioned at the boxing ring in the middle of the room, "Wanda against Y/N. First one on the floor loses." The both of you made your way in the ring and stood opposite each other with smiles on your lips. "Good luck," you winked at Wanda. "I'm going to need it. I've got a feeling that you won't go easy on me today," she chuckled with a hint of worry in her voice. "You're right," you said and immediately teleported behind her kicking in her knee-pits (not with your super-strength). She almost fell but used her powers to lift herself off of the ground and turned around in the process. What she didn't expect was that you already expected that and threw a punch directed at her face. Wanda lifted her hands trying to shield her face and the second your skin touched hers the red energy from her body wandered over to you. Everything around you blurred out and you could only remotely hear a gasp and your name being called. Panic and fear filled your head and you felt like you burned from the inside. The only thought that swam around in your head was that you wanted to be somewhere else. As far away as possible. And it seemed like your body fulfilled your wish because a second later the fear and panic was gone. You must have teleported yourself away. It took you a second to realize what was happening. You were falling. Fast. A look down told you that you were falling straight down onto the ground, but it seemed like you were still pretty far away. What only meant that you'd get faster, until you reach the fastest falling point and, considering your approximate height, would most likely start burning, because of the friction. And if that wouldn't happen you would definitely splash on the ground, hopefully not killing someone in the process. Maybe you would even survive those things. You hadn't tested the limits of your healing powers yet and you didn't plan on doing so now. You felt your body getting hotter and you could basically hear your life-count tick. You'd only had one idea. Use your teleportation. You closed your eyes and concentrated, but because you didn't know how high you were, you could only guess. A second later you reopened your eyes to be greeted by the ground being much closer. But still too far away for a human to survive, but before you could do something, you felt your body hitting the floor. You groaned in pain, while you lifted yourself off of the ground. A look at yourself told you that you had barely any wounds, but left quite a crater around you. "Shit," you mumbled and picked yourself off of the ground. Your whole outfit and most of the rest of your body was full of dust and earth. Your gaze wandered around the area around you. You've never seen this place. A few meters away stood a huge building that looked pretty old and you were thankful that you landed in the park behind it. Or was it the garden? You didn't know. With a huge leap, you jumped out off the hole and took your stark-phone out of your pocket. Since crashes weren't unusual in your 'job', Tony and Shuri together modified the normal stark-phone with Vibranium to make it basically indestructible. You turned it on and tried to call Nat to tell the others you were okay; only to hear a record of FRIDAY saying: "I'm sorry, but it seems like you have no connection. Please try again later." Confusion filled your eyes. No connection on a stark-phone? That was like saying: No water in a swimming pool. Weird... You put the phone back into your pocket and started to walk towards the old house- If someone lived in there they would've most likely heard the crash- and the nearer you came to it, the clearer you could hear different male voices discuss anything. You tried to find out where the voices came from and guessed that the people speaking came around the house. Your Avengers instinct took over and you teleported yourself on top of a huge tree that stood beside the path that leads around the house. "I bet it's one of the supers and they need our help with something," spoke a male voice. "As if. Clark and the others know how to use a phone," said another voice that sounded slightly younger. "TT. Could we hurry up a bit? If we continue to be so slow, whoever crashed in the backyard, will be gone," yet another voice said, but this person was definitely a child or a young teenager. "Calm down Demon-spawn." Wait...Demon-spawn? Somewhere in your mind, a little bell ringed, but you couldn't remember what your mind tried to tell you. The four people who talked finally came around the corner and all four looked similar (and kind of familiar). They all had black hair (except for one of the two older ones, who had a white streak in his hair) and were buff...well, as buff as they could be for their age. Two of them looked like they were in their (really) early twenties, one looked around 15/16 and the last one looked like 12. If you had to guess, you'd say they were brothers. Maybe they could tell you where you were. You jumped down from the three, superhero-landing for the win, and cleared your throat. The boys turned around immediately. "Hey...äh...sorry about the crater in your garden...that's kinda my fault. Could you boys tell me where I landed?" you asked with a nice smile on your lips. The boys changed their stances and you recognized them as fighting stances. "Guys, believe me, you don't wanna fight me. I got here by accident and I don't plan on staying long. I'd just like to know where I am, so that I know how long the way back home is," you said, but also shifted your feet into a more fighting-like position. "Who are you?" asked the guy with the white streak while he narrowed his eyes. "I'm Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. And you?" you answered, trying to stay positive. Now a look of confusion made its way onto the faces of the boys. "You...You don't know us?" the 15-year-old asked with one eyebrow raised. "Ähm. No. Sorry. As I said, I'm not from here." You shrugged your shoulders and tilted your head to the side, "Should I?" "We're the sons of Bruce Wayne. Everyone in Gotham knows who we are," said the youngest one and you couldn't help but start to laugh. Completely out of breath you laughed: "The...The sons...Of B-Bruce Wayne," before you started to laugh again. You looked at them, still giggling, before you turned serious and asked: "No, seriously. Who are you guys?" All of them looked at you like you were crazy and the youngest repeated: "The. Sons. Of. Bruce. Wayne." Your eyes wandered over their faces, searching for a hint of sarcasm, but they found nothing. "You...You're serious?" you asked, while the bell in your head ringed louder and louder. The old house, The 'Supers', Clark, Demon-Spawn, The sons of Bruce Wayne...could it be? Before someone could answer your question, you pointed to the one with the streak. "Jason?" He nodded and your finger wandered to the next grown up. "Dick?" He did it like Jason and nodded. The next person was Tim and the kid was Damian. When you found that out, you buried your hands in your hair. "Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit. That's not possible. I can't be here. That shouldn't happen. That can't happen," you rambled and started to pace in front of the Waynes, who all looked at you like you were crazy. You stopped and opened your arms in a sweeping gesture. "I can't be talking with three freaking ex- and the current Robin," you whined, but immediately slapped your hand in front of your mouth. If the comics were right than the Batfam was really sensitive when it came to their secret identities. You were right, then a second later Jason rushed over to you with a raised fist, ready to fight. "Really?" you mumbled and dodges his punch, grabbing his arm and sweeping his feet away with your right foot. When he laid groaning on the floor, you turned to his brothers. "You know, fighting me is-" you started, but got interrupted by the other three who now came at you. Tim came from the left and Dick from the right, while Damien came from the front. You rolled your eyes and teleported yourself away, which ended in the three off them running into each other and landing groaning on top of Jason. "-Useless," you finished your sentence, leaning against the tree you sat in earlier. Damian was the first one to stand again and without hesitation, he came at you. "I know you got trained by the league of assassins and everything, but you're not the only one who had some bad-ass-trainers," you said, which made him stop for a second. You shrugged. "Ever heard of the Avengers? Are we the comic characters here?" Now Damian stopped completely and Dick, Tim and Jason stood also up beside him. "You mean the superhero-group with the rich guy, the Monster and the spider-dude?" Tim asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "First off; Yes. Second: Bruce isn't a monster, the spider-dude is called spider-man and it's not like your father isn't also a rich superhero dude. The only difference is that Tony doesn't hide his identity and that he's way more fun to work with." "So...you're saying that you're an Avenger, and with that, a comic character," asked Dick again. "Yep. You maybe know me under my superhero-pseudonym: Glitch. I'm the girl that tried to help people and got caught in a laboratory-accident which ended in me having powers..well-" you scratched your chin, "-now that I think about it there are at least twenty heroes in both of our universes that have that kind of story...Flash, Bruce also somehow..." You stopped yourself and shrugged. "But back to the topic. I was training with Wan- well you most likely know her as scarlet which, Black Widow, Hawkeye and Quicksilver. Things escalated a little bit and I kind of teleported myself here," you tilted your head again and mumbled: "I never knew that I could teleport between Universes." You turned to the boys again and saw the confusion in their faces, which soon turned into a smirk on Tim's lips. "You're Glitch. I love your comics. There was such a hype when you revealed that you're Pan," he squealed and you scratched the back of your neck. "I only told that my closest friends..." "Yeah, but it was in the comic and with that everyone who reads it knows it." "Great," you mumbled and rubbed your temples. "Why are you telling us all that?" interrupted Jason before Tim was able to freak out again. You smirked and shrugged. "I'm a fan of your stories and I made sure to know kind of everything about you and your universe, so I guess it's only fair if I'm honest with you." "So...are you able to teleport yourself back to your universe?" Damian asked a little bit grumpy, not caring for your statement. "I don't know...but I can try." You took a deep breath and closed your eyes concentrating on your home. You reopened your eyes and looked around and saw the boys still looking at you. "Nope. Maybe Universal-jumps need more energy...I'll try again later-" your eyes widened in hope, "-Can you introduce me to the justice league?"

(In the Marvel Universe, shortly after you disappeared)

"What have I done?" Wanda sobbed with her face in her hands while Pietro patted her back, also with tears pricking in his eyes. Both of them and almost all of the other Avengers were gathered in the main lab, while Bruce and Tony tried to locate you with the help of multiple satellites. After they had finally managed to defeat Thanos and bring back all the victims of the snap, becoming stronger as a team while doing so, all of them were kind of reliant on you. You were the one who kicked their ass when they started doubting themselves, and you were the one who held them when they cried or panicked about the whole freaking situation, never letting your shell burst in the process. You somehow became the heart of the Avengers. That was why everyone was on edge when Nat told them what had happened. They all worried about you since you normally teleported back in a matter of minutes, but now you've been gone for almost half an hour, and no one had an idea where you could be. "Anything on the Satellites?" asked Carol who was practically buzzing with energy. "No. Nothing, not even a trace. It looks like she isn't even on earth," Tony sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Do you mean, she's on another planet?" asked Thor who was practically buzzing with energy. "I am saying, that I have no fucking clue where she is!" exclaimed Tony loudly, making most people in the room flinch. It wasn't usual for Tony to freak out like this, he was always calm and tried to make everything funny, but all of them knew how worried he was about you. After he had lost Peter, even though he came back, his mind played games with him, making him worry about losing one of his un-official kids again. "We'll find her, we need to," Carol said, laying her hand on Tony's shoulder to reassure him. "I'll go and ask some of my intergalactic contacts if they know something." She said, before nodding at the rest of the Team and jumping out of the window, flying towards the sky. "I'll see if I can find some spells to search her," Stephen announced and disappeared through one of his portals. One after one they all made their way to either find you or to save people, since they all know, that you wouldn't want them to neglect the people who needed them until only Tony was left in his lab, looking at a picture of you on his holo-desk. "Where are you?" he mumbled to himself, his glance wandering to the window, where the sun was slowly dawning. He had no idea of the adventure that was coming towards him and his family.

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cherrycoveredpythia · 5 years ago

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Extended thoughts on Brave the Tempest

2017’s Ride the Storm closed out the four-book arc that also included Hunt the Moon, Tempt the Stars, and Reap the Wind. In these books, Cassie battled Ares and his minions while drawing closer to Pritkin and eventually hunting him through time and space. She learns more about her abilities while trying to save his life, and also becomes a reluctant power player in supernatural (and inter-dimensional) politics. Without her faithful companion by her side, she becomes more confident in her own powers and resourcefulness. Of course, she’s still Cassie, so all her discoveries and victories are slapdash and hard-won. But they are still victories. She’s a daughter of Chaos, give her a break.

Brave the Tempest focuses on Cassie’s political duties and her complicated feelings about being a leader and a “hero”. She’s now slain two gods (with help), but that doesn’t result in easy respect from the witches or the vampires. The witches see her as a tool of the Silver Circle, while the vampires see her as an extension of Mircea. They are all so wrong.

Cassie has to demonstrate her full strength to convince these factions to cooperate with her. It works, but nothing is ever simple. In the long run, who will love her and who will fear her?

She’s becoming more like her mother every day.

Overall feelings

There are some amazing, joyful moments here. Please understand that I adore these books and characters, so I say this with love…

… but the book felt disjointed to me. We buzz back and forth from the witches to the vampires to the demons, and then go to Faerie and Victorian England. We get emotional scenes with Mircea, Pritkin, Marco, Rhea, and Rico. Augustine brings home a kidnapped fae. Tami needs to hire some staff but no one will take the job. Fred is a spy. Cassie is exhausted. I felt kind of exhausted too.

Important plotlines: Cassie’s growing pains with her powers, the political trouble with the witches and vampires, and the imminent invasion of Faerie. And then there was the timeline rupture. The rupture was terrifying and the fight with Jo in Victorian London was a full-on horror show. Cassie learned more about Pythian spells and then linked up her powers with Pritkin through the Lover’s Knot spell. She’ll probably need these tools for the coming showdown. She and Pritkin are even more powerful together than they are apart. And they are both forces for good. But will everyone see them that way?

I think Karen is just laying out all the pieces for the next arc. It’s a little messy right now, but it will all fit together soon. I’m glad that Shatter the Earth is coming in December. If I had to wait another two years for the next book, I would be upset.

Favorite moments

Pritkin flirting and Cassie retaliating during S’mores night. Especially the marshmallow at the end. Goddamn.

The Dickening.

Everything related to Saffy and Vi, and seeing Saffy and Rhea becoming friends. I think she is a great influence on Rhea.

Pritkin and Cassie’s meeting with Adra. I high-key love Adra. He’s a really interesting foil for Caedmon, who leads their alliance with the “heavenly” planes. Caedmon is manic and charming, while Adra is pleasant and even-keeled. Except when he forgets to animate his glamourie. I reallllllly want to know what Adra looks like under there, but I figure he’s a Lovecraftian monster that would drive us insane.

Adra shading Pritkin for never attending demon council meetings like other “heirs apparent.”

Cassie nonchalantly offering to bring Adra to the vampire council.

Gertie nonchalantly easing Pritkin out of the room and shifting him to the depot.

Cassie borrowing Pritkin’s powers to suck the energy out of Jo.

Big events and revelations

Pritkin is not shy and neither is Cassie. I thought we would get some pussy-footing about their relationship, but we DID NOT. Pritkin came on strong and Cassie reciprocated. I wish I had a chance to read Siren’s Song first. They had some time to let the tension build and I *do* love a slow burn… torture me, baby!

Ancient Horrors! Children of Tiamat/Tethys! Pritkin is 1/16th divine! Kind of a watered-down Ancient Horror, if you will. Minus the tentacles.

Lover’s Knot

Fucking Jonathan

Invasion of Faerie needs to happen ASAP

Jo is more dangerous as a ghost because ghosts can absorb infinite power. (Can we turn Billy Joe into a super soldier???)

MIRCEA THE BOLD!

Cassie agreed to go find Elena because she’s afraid that Mircea will do it himself. And she doesn’t want to kill him.

Fred is a spy working for MARLOWE! And I guess his master power is camouflaging his aura.

Rico is from Napoli (this explains a lot, because I was confused when he said putanas instead of putane. Dialect!)

NEW PYTHIAN SPELLS: Shards and Chimera!

Young Agnes is a real bitch.

The pros

I said this in a separate post, but I’ll say it here too. Cassie and Pritkin are back together and their relationship is so healthy and mutually supportive that it makes my heart ache. This is real #relationshipgoals. They are confidants and protectors and cheerleaders for each other. They don’t keep secrets or manipulate or gaslight. We need more of this sci-fi/fantasy and romance. There are too many dark, brooding male love interests who are borderline abusive. (Ahem, Mircea.)

MORE LGBT REPRESENTATION!

The emergence of Mircea the Bold. I like Mircea as a character, but not as a love interest for Cassie. I’m happy to see him going through this transformation. He’s becoming more open and genuine. He’s not going to win Cassie’s affections, but I do think that he’s going to redeem himself in Dory’s eyes.

GERTIE IS BACK! And *not* as a roadblock. She’s a powerful woman who helps other women, and I am all. about. that. mood.

The cons

TOO. MUCH. RECAP. Especially recap that broke up highly emotional moments. I don’t care if you are trying to explain things for new readers. Fuck ‘em. Anyone who buys a book, discovers it is part 1000 of an ongoing series, and tries to read it anyways… is a psychopath.

Too many plot-lines

I miss Rosier.

We all knew that something was up with Fred, but I don’t think that his revelation as a spy got as much weight and screen-time as it deserved.

I feel like the “wrap-up” with Jonathan felt rushed. He’s supposed to be terrifying but I’m like “meh, whatever, Jonathan, small fry compared to Apollo and Ares.” But I think she’ll get back to it in greater depth in the next book, so I can deal.

Can we PLEASE have some consistency about Agnes’s age? We see her as a teenager in late 19th-century London, for god’s sake. She must have been *at least* 130 years old when she died, and that’s being charitable. Previously, Cassie has said that Agnes was about 80. Lies.

The questions

1. My BIGGEST question. Cassie is changing. Not just maturing, but changing on a metaphysical level. The coldness, the hunger… I’m frightened for her. It’s not withdrawal from the Tears of Apollo and it’s not normal exhaustion. I have some theories.

Her divine side is becoming stronger and she’s beginning to require life energy in the same way that her human side needs food, water, and sleep. Why is this happening now? Maybe the Tears of Apollo are part of the equation, albeit indirectly. She’s been using more and more Pythian power thanks to the potion, and perhaps that has awakened her divine side more strongly. This is a little worrisome because she may have to feed on a regular basis to stay functional. Can she get all the energy she needs from incubus sex or from the Lover’s Knot? What are the moral considerations here?

Less likely, but she might really be pregnant. I’m not a huge fan of this idea, but Rosier does mention in Reap the Wind or Ride the Storm that the incubus-child feeds on the life energy of the mother as it grows. That’s why his attempts at procreation failed until he impregnated Morgaine, who was part royal fae and part divine. If this is the case, Cassie might be having life-energy cravings instead of food cravings. Or maybe this is the divine/demon/fey version of morning sickness? Pritkin, please start using birth control.

2. What happened with Pritkin in Siren’s Song? Does Jonas know his true identity now?

3. So who is Pritkin’s divine great-great grandmother? Any speculation?

4. Cassie begins to wonder if any of the gods might be open to diplomacy. This must go somewhere. And it’s true, there are a number of gods in the pantheon who are traditionally friendlier towards humans than others. Athena is the first that comes to mind. There’s also the mythic trope of the Trickster/Fire-Bringer who helps humanity: Prometheus, Anansi, etc. And there’s Loki, who doesn’t so much love humans as he loves to trouble the other gods.

MVPs

Ok, Cassie is the real MVP, as always. But barring her, I’m awarding this prize to the no-nonsense, sisterly duo of our hearts: Gertie and Hilde. They are officious and annoying, but that’s because they tell you what you don’t want to hear, and they are RIGHT. They are so right.

#btt spoilers #brave the tempest #my disorganized thoughts #please feel free to disagree and discuss #cassie palmer #karen chance

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staliasjeronica · 6 years ago

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Riverdale 3.15 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- “You sold our house to the Jones’?” Jughead says, even though he’s not able to buy a house. I know it’s to be funny (which I kinda like, actually. Riverdale always takes itself WAY too seriously) but like… seriously he can’t buy a fucking house. He can barely take care of his gang (excusing now since FP gave them jobs as deputies, but we haven’t seen any of it yet so) let along gather enough to buy a house, especially one as wealthy as the Cooper residence.

- THE LOOK FP GETS WHEN ALICE SAYS “I just wanna be done with it (her past)” A BITCH IS CRYING. He cares and loves her so much! And yes I know what happens later bc I don’t care for spoilers but dude… we all know Falice is meant to be together lol

- I’m glad Betty is saying no, but like didn’t she try to move in with him last season? mmhm okay lol

- Why would Betty have to ask if her staying with Veronica (HOPEFULLY SHE CAN FINALLY APOLOGIZE FOR ALL THE SHIT SHE’S DONE TO VERONICA!) was okay with Jughead? That’s not his decision, he doesn’t get a say in it. Even if it wasn’t okay, he couldn’t do shit about it.

- Barchie is in a scene together, I love them. Anyways.

- CHONI! Cheryl is so cute and happy about the trip, and then Toni just talks about her and the poisons as if Cheryl wasn’t going to be invited? Isn’t Cheryl still a part of the gang, just not acting as it’s leader anymore? I don’t—

- Cheryl immediately puts up a front and thinks that because she wants to go with the poisons, she doesn’t want to hang out with her, and that makes me so sad because that’s what she’s used to. Toni is used to having a group with her, and Cheryl is new to a relationship and therefore the smallest little thing can make her think something totally wrong. I’m so SAD

- Toni didn’t even say thank you… this is not the Toni we know?? She would have stayed to hash things out with Cheryl—at least for another minute or so.

- Hiram and Archie talking? No thank you

- Also why does NOBODY record their conversations with Hiram? He literally implicates himself with every fucking sentence.

- MY BOY REGGIE! Aww Cheryl made fresh cherry scones I’m—but his face is like “oh fuck…” and I’m… not okay because I know why. I don’t see why he would be like that though if they’re just singing (slightly intimately and the song choice is um awkward but STILL)

- First of all… Toni had to go to work… which is… singing with Veronica? Don’t get me wrong I like Lopaz and the fact that they’re getting scenes together but like… while Cheryl is probably in the kitchen making the scones and feeling bad and worrying about shit she finds Toni singing with her friend really really close to a song that’s about cheating (I think) woo if I were Cheryl I’d go nuts.

- “Do you love her, FP?” catch my CRYING. THEY DESERVE TO BE WITH EACH OTHER. COME ON. Also, “she’s the mother of my children” yeah but you also had a child with Alice too so like… find another bullshit excuse. You can have children and be with someone other than the mom.

- Also why the fuck is Alice, like, herself when she’s near FP, but completely brainwashed around Betty? Like, make it make sense. They probably don’t because FP would save her and then end up completely getting with her to make sure nobody takes advantage of the love of his life ever again. “Doesn’t matter now, it’s over.” THE WAY HIS VOICE CRACKS, HE’S SO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH HER BUT BECAUSE GLADYS IS BACK HE WANTS TO REDEEM HIMSELF AS A GOOD FATHER SO HE’S KINDA USING THAT TO MAKE HIMSELF FEEL BETTER I’M SO BITTER

- HOLD UP YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT REGGIE WASN’T GETTING PAID?! HE DID ALL OF THAT BECAUSE HE LOVES VERONICA? OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M—also wow thanks for the ooc Veronica. She’s the most caring and selfless person on this show, she would find a way, but cool thanks for dragging down a ship you COULD have made great but instead rushed and made it all fucked up… thanks…

- BUT I AM HERE FOR REGGIE STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF! “Veronica, I know what I’m worth, and you should know it, too.” Wow um this is weird this is the first time I’ve ever chosen somebody else’s side when it came to Veronica (that I can remember lmao) I’m—

- “No one walks on water… except me.” what the flying fuck does that mean?

- Wow, so Jughead DOES know how to just sit down and talk… then why the fuck does he go and fuck Betty every time her mental illness shows its head??? Like all he has to do is communicate with her and try to help but instead he just kisses her problems away as if that’ll fix it.

- It’s so sad to know that Jughead and FP are so happy to be getting another chance at a normal family, but it’s all a fucking sham because of Gladys and Jellybean. Like, maybe he might be less annoying if he had a good stable home and stable parents (which sadly I would be willing to give up Falice if they made Jughead —and Betty— much much much much much more tolerable) and just… the life they WANTED.

- First of all let me just scream about Jeronica interacting… and now… VERONICA FEELS SO BAD FOR HIDING THE FACT THAT IT’S HIS MOM I’M—

- So you tell Betty, the girl who always holds shit against you (and probably will later on when it’s convenient) … but not your future husband? Okay.

- if Betty is just going to tell Jughead what was the point of this? Just have Veronica do it, because then Jughead would be appreciative and see her in a new light or whatever and I just—you had one job.

- Does Betty never remember their childhood memories because of her mental illness or because she wasn’t actually there because like—

- YA’LL BETTY CARES ABOUT ARCHIE SO MUCH LIKE?? After creating this surprisingly good idea from Jughead, she like spaces out because she’s so worried about Archie. Mmhm tell me they’re not slowly on their way back to Barchie.

- I find it reallllllly funny how Jughead never lets Betty help him… mmhm…

- Ew, Archie and Hiram talking as if Hiram never fucking tried to KILL Archie… I hate this. Just end the fucking Hiram plot and GO

- No idea what the fuck just happened but if Gladys touches Reggie like that again—

- DON’T YELL AT REGGIE HE GETS ENOUGH OF THAT FROM HIS DAD! Besides, he’s right, he has done SO much for you and he has lost probably one of the only things he had that made him feel sane and himself, his car… it’s so weird not being on Ronnie’s side for once… feel like I’m betraying my baby lol

- Cheryl in that dress, WHOO BOY IS SHE SO GORGEOUS

- Poor Archie he can never catch a break…

- DID THAT BITCH JUST BITE ARCHIE? FUCKING CHEATER

- YEAH BITCH THE CHONI SCENE. It’s so fucking hot, like… in my story one of my characters with Sweet Pea is kinda like that too and I wrote a 5000 word dirty chapter but then I was like “mmhm I don’t think I should” and re-did it… but now I want it back ugh. But like was Toni carrying the blindfold with her all night?

- Like I know they just saved Archie but like Betty truly smiles the widest when she’s with Archie. Anyways…

- I’m surprised Cheryl could walk after that

- My poor babies… Toni is right though it happened a bit too fast (technically not though since they never show us shit with Choni) but Cheryl putting up her guard again,,, I’m SAD

- Hiram? Giving Archie the building? Doing something nice… for Archie? Mmhmmm something’s wrong

- “I wanna matter, Ronnie.” well bitch here come the tears again… “would we even be dating, if not for the speakeasy?” BITCHHHHH I’M SO SAD

- sHE BOUGHT HIM HIS CAR BACK :(((( UGH MY BABIES DESERVE SO MUCH THIS SUCKS!!!

- Gladys low-key had a point but uhhh then she threatened Jughead not to tell FP so uhhhh nvm

- lol “how could we forget?” yeah I can’t forget when you disregarded Jughead’s feelings and selfishly threw him a birthday party too and you almost (sadly, almost) broke up because of it. ALSO why is it just the Jones’ who have birthdays???

- FRED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- LMAO CHERYL LITERALLY DEMANDING THAT IT’S HEATHERS! That’s amazing.

- If this birthday bash is for FP where are my serpent boys? my babies :((

- lmao what the fuck was that quick ass Fladys kiss?

- Jughead made some sweet points… I’ll admit…

- Every time Betty makes that face it makes me immediately hate whatever it is she’s about to do because that’s usually when she tries WAY too hard to seem badass when she’s anything but. Honestly I just want these boring ass drug related plots to GO AWAY. They’re so boring and overdone and I just… End Hiram and Gladys and let Veronica finally be free of that stupid crime boss life that she wanted AWAY from.

#Riverdale #Archie Andrews #Betty Cooper #Veronica Lodge #Jughead Jones #Barchie #Jeronica #Sweet Pea #Fangs Fogarty #Swangs #South Side Serpents #Toni Topaz #Cheryl Blossom #Pretty Poisons #Choni

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