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snowballseal · 2 months ago

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okay halloween request... PUMPKIN CARVING WITH THE BOYS ? for some of them I feel like it'd be their first time, and for others I think it could get so chaotic and messy 😭 it's always something I've personally enjoyed and look forward to every year, so I'd super interested to see your take on it !

Carving pumpkins with them (LaDS)

Note: LOVED this! This is what I was hoping for this season. I honestly just went with the first idea I had for each, and I hope it suits what you wanted!

Also, there might be a few mistakes because I just really want to post it. I'll go through and edit it later.

Hope y'all enjoy!!!

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Rafayel

“Rafayel! Hey, wait- No-!”

“Inspiration can’t wait,” the artist declares, twirling his scoop theatrically before diving into his pumpkin. “Sometimes you have to make a mess for the sake of creativity.”

“You can’t just wait ten seconds for me to put the tarp down?” You can’t help but laugh, desperately trying to spread the plastic out before pumpkin guts end up everywhere. And failing, you might add.

“It’s my studio, it’s used to my mess already.” Rafayel shrugs his shoulders with one of those stupidly charming smiles. “Now hurry! This lighting is perfect for carving.”

“Okay, okay, don’t leave me behind,” you chirp, all but abandoning the stupid tarp. If he doesn’t care about the mess, why should you? “Scoot over, fishie!”

Rafayel easily makes room for you to jump onto the couch next to him. Besides the tarp, everything is already set out. Your pumpkins, the tools, even a few sketched designs you both worked on. While yours are all pretty simple, or classic as you would so vehemently insist, Rafayel’s are intricate and full of life, much like the rest of his art. Much like him.

A warm mix of nostalgia and giddiness swirl in your chest as the smell of pumpkin slowly fills the air. There’s something so satisfying about hollowing out your pumpkin, sticky, orange insides falling to the floor around you. It’s a mess. A huge mess. But that makes it all the more fun. It feels exactly like when you were a kid.

You glance to the side, biting down on a smile when you take in the equally excited look on Rafayel’s face. He looks so carefree in the golden light of the evening, completely focused on the task in front of him, tongue poked out between his lips ever so slightly. So adorable.

“How are you going to finish if you stare at me the whole time, cutie?”

Rafayel casts you an amused look, having completely caught you in your moment of admiration. Heat creeps up your neck, tinging your skin an adorable shade of pink in his eyes. He loves the rare moment he catches you off guard, leaving you a sputtering, flustered mess. Like now.

“I wasn’t staring,” you try to defend yourself, though your voice pitches up, a telltale sign of your lie.

“Mhm.” The artist’s lips quirk into a smirk and he leans his chin against his hand, eyes never leaving yours. And that only flusters you more.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Heart racing, you give Rafayel’s cheek a playful push, just to break away from the warmth in his eyes, the warmth you could drown in if you look for too long. Though the low chuckle he breathes out against your palm only makes you blush darker. “I was just- I was just thinking. That’s all. And I just happened to be looking at you when I spaced out. That’s all.”

“Hmm, and what were you thinking about?” He presses, leaning into your touch with that infuriating smile, trying to find your gaze, though you keep it stubbornly locked on your pumpkin.

“Well, I was uh- I was thinking about um- How we could put a wager on who’s pumpkin will look better?” Oh, that’s a stupid idea. A really stupid idea.

And Rafayel knows it, too. He perks a brow, smile turning almost wolfish, “Oh yah? Alright. What would you like to wager?”

Time to backpedal. “Ummm, maybe the winner gets to pick the movie for our next movie night?”

“That’s not very interesting,” he hums, that all too familiar mischievous glint sparking in his eyes, the one that makes your pulse flutter. You’re totally done for. “How about the winner gets one wish from the loser? And they have to fulfill it, no matter what.”

Yup. Definitely done for.

But you can’t back down, right?

“Deal.”

“Alright then, you better try your best, because I don’t plan on losing, cutie.”

“You’re on, fishie.”

What begins as an excuse quickly fans into a real competition. You dive into your pumpkin with a new enthusiasm, as does Rafayel. Even if you have no shot at winning, you’re not just going to give up and let him swipe victory out from under you. You may not have an artistic bone in your body, but surely your determination can make up for some of that.

Or not.

You bite back a laugh when you finally draw back to survey your sad carving. It’s definitely a step up from the ones you carved as a child, in no small part to the skills you’ve developed in handling sharp objects, but it’s nothing jaw dropping. Still, you’re proud of your little pumpkin pal. You do your best to hide him from Rafayel’s curious eyes, determined to have your big reveal.

“Done, yet?” You ask, unable to hide your building anticipation. You’re practically vibrating on the couch.

“Just one mooore…aaaand…” Rafayel pulls back to appraise his work, the look on his face brimming with satisfaction. “Finished.”

“Okay, okay, let me see!”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he clicks his tongue, turning his pumpkin away. “We have to do it at the same time?”

“Fine.” You pout, but oblige. “Three. Two. One-”

You both reveal your masterpieces.

And your jaw drops when you see his.

Sure, you expected Rafayel to go all out. The man isn’t just a painter after all. While he doesn’t sculpt often, you’ve seen his work from school and the few commissions he’s accepted, and each one blows you away.

So of course carving a pumpkin is a piece of cake for him.

He’s designed a full underwater scene, the main focus being a somewhat spooky looking angular fish. He’s carved layers upon layers into the flesh of the pumpkin, so with the light inside, it gives the piece a depth, the shadows practically moving with the flickering flames.

It’s stunning.

“I think we have a winner,” you admit with a low whistle, “Yours puts mine to shame.”

“You did better than I was expecting,” Rafayel hums, inspecting yours with pensive expression, as if it were some deep work and not just a silly, little face.

Your eyes narrow, “That doesn’t sound like a compliment, Raffie.”

“It is,” he insists, though you can see the teasing glint still in his eyes when they meet yours. “Your line work is clean and you used a lot of details. I’m impressed, really.”

“Mkay.” You shake your head, amusement curling in your chest. Even if he’s making it up, you’re still proud of your work. “So, what’s your wish, winner?”

“You’ll have to wait and find out,” Rafayel says, giving you an all too mischievous wink that tells you that whatever he has planned, it certainly won’t be good. “I can’t let this opportunity go to waste, now can I, cutie?”

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Zayne

“I’m really okay,” you grumble under your breath.

“I’d prefer to check myself, if that’s alright,” Zayne murmurs, hand held out expectantly.

A blush spreads across your cheeks. There’s really no point arguing with him, you know that, but you can’t help but feel a touch embarrassed.

It was just meant to be a fun night. Both of you finally had the time off, so you spent weeks planning the perfect fall night. You would carve pumpkins and watch the classic seasonal movies, just like you did when you were kids. You’d gotten everything ready before he even came over, hot cocoa, a fall scented candle, everything. It was going to be perfect.

Until you go to actually carve your pumpkin, and end up cutting your finger. You, one of Linkon’s best hunters, fumbling with a simple carving knife. How could you not be embarrassed?

And, of course, Zayne immediately switched into ‘doctor’ mode, dashing whatever hopes you had of breezing by the incident.

“Your hand,” he insists again, slipping into his usual professional tone. It’s only when you give him a sharp frown that he softens a bit, voice taking on a soothing warmth, coaxing you to listen, “Please, my love.”

With a defeated sigh, you give up your injured hand, “Okay. I really am fine, though.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, as your doctor.”

You almost shiver when his fingers circle your wrist, his touch overwhelmingly gentle, his skin cool against yours. It almost feels like a chilly autumn breeze brushing your skin. You watch, heart fluttering uneasily, as he examines your finger. It’s nothing too bad, you weren’t lying. You’ve definitely experienced worse as a hunter, but you also know Zayne to be overly cautious with you. He would put you on bedrest for the most minor fever if he could. And some days, you’ll let him, since it means he’ll spend the day taking care of you, but you’d rather tonight not be like that. Tonight you just want to have fun and enjoy the season with him.

“It’s nothing concerning,” he hums eventually, “We’ll simply apply an antibiotic and wrap it for the night.”

You practically deflate at that. The breath you didn’t know you were holding escapes you in a long, relieved sigh. Zayne’s eyes narrow a little at your dramatics, amusement burning in their depths. He gives you wrist a slight squeeze, thumb brushing thoughtlessly over your pulse.

“Were you that worried we would have to reschedule?”

“I mean, a little, yah.” You shrug, cheeks going red for a new reason. “It’s already hard to find a night when we're both not busy, you know? I’ve been planning this for weeks…”

“Well, we certainly can’t let your plans go to waste.” Zayne says, somewhat teasingly, the tiniest smile flickering along his lips. “Is your first-aid kit still under the bathroom sink?”

You nod. With one final squeeze, he slips away to go retrieve it. You turn your gaze to the untouched pumpkins on the table, letting out another sigh. It really has been a long time since you’ve done this. You remember the times when you were young, when you, Zayne, and Caleb would carve pumpkins while your Grandma would bake the seeds. Afterwards, you would all settle in and watch a movie, tucked up in thick blankets with massive mugs of hot cocoa. You remember you would always wedge yourself between the boys so you could hold the snacks…

Maybe that’s why this felt so important to you. Maybe doing all this was a way of keeping their memory around. And a way of keeping him around.

“Are you alright?”

Blinking, you jump when the couch sinks beside you. Your eyes flash back to Zayne, a forlorn smile pulling at your lips.

“Yah, just thinking about when we did this as kids, you know? With Caleb and Grandma,” you hum. Zayne nods understandingly and reaches for your hand. You let him take it, mind still lingering on the past. “I don’t think I’ve carved a pumpkin since that last time we did it together. It never felt right without you…”

Zayne stays silent as he cleans your cut. You hardly notice the sting of the alcohol, keeping your eyes focused on his face. The focused draw of his brows. The slight purse of his lips. A shadow of something you can’t quite describe passes over his eyes, something worn and aching.

“I’m sorry you felt you couldn’t continue the tradition…” He murmurs, voice tight, as he applies the antibiotic.

“No need to apologize,” you chime softly. You let your gaze fall to his hands, watching the way he works, efficient and quick, yet devastatingly gentle. Always fixing things, even when it’s not his fault. “From now on, we’ll make sure to keep doing it, yah? It was just on pause for a little bit. I bet Caleb and Gran will be happy we’re bringing it back.”

The doctor stills as he finishes wrapping your finger in a bandage. He traces the edges of it, thoughtful and slow, before lifting your hand to his lips. They brush tenderly against your knuckles, a whisper of a cool touch.

“I’m sure they will be, though I’m certain Caleb would scold you for being so careless.”

You snort, eyes crinkling, “Yah, I wouldn’t hear the end of it. Though I bet you’ll make sure of that anyways.”

“As your doctor, it’s part of my job to make sure you’re taking care of yourself,” Zayne rumbles, his breath warm against your skin in contrast to his touch. “Speaking of which, change the bandage once a day and reapply the antibiotic. If it begins to look infected, please come see me at the hospital.”

“Yes, doctor,” you answer, nose scrunching a little impatiently, “Now can I have my knife back? We need to get carving!”

“Will you be more careful this time?”

“Yeeeess.”

Zayne bites back a smile, “Good. If you cut yourself again, I will have to confiscate all your knives. I can’t have my favorite patient getting hurt at home as well as at work.”

“Zayne-!”

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Sylus

“What’s all this, sweetie?”

A gleeful laugh escaping your lips, you dump an armful of materials on Sylus’ table. He raises a fine brow at you, looking mildly unimpressed as you spread it all out.

“We’re having a pumpkin carving contest at work!” You explain, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “So I decided we’re going to make a night of it! I got the pumpkins, carving knives, a fall scented candle, for ambiance of course, and a vinyl with my favorite halloween tracks! Also for ambiance, but I thought you might appreciate it, too.”

“And if I already have plans for the night?” Sylus hums, leaning his hip against the table as he surveys your bounty.

“You’ll reschedule them,” you sing, stretching up on to your toes to curl your arms around his neck with an absolutely innocent smile, “Because you loooove me, right?”

The tilt of his lips stretches into a full smirk as his hands settle firmly on your hips, his voice low and teasing, “My, what a brave kitten you’ve become. It almost sounds like you’re not asking.”

“Sooo…is that a yes?” You peer up at him questioningly, still holding the innocent facade.

“Hmm…” Sylus hums, as if mulling the decision over. You fuss with the strands of silver at the nape of his neck, trying to give him the best puppy dog eyes you can manage. And despite what he might say, Sylus has never been good at denying you. So, carmine eyes dancing with a touch of fondness, he softens into your touch and concedes, “I suppose I can rearrange my schedule just this once.”

Though that’s what he said before, and this certainly won’t be the last time either.

Still, you let out an excited squeal, dragging him down to press a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Ah, we’re going to have so much fun! Let me lie out the tarp, I know how much you like this table.”

Sylus chuckles as you jump out of his grasp to get everything ready. It’s like watching a little bird flutter around, rearranging its nest to perfection. You move as if he might change his mind at any moment, though he subtly offers his help, using his evol to set the vinyl. The music crackles softly in the air before it smoothes into the familiar tunes you adore, only adding to the buzzing excitement in your chest.

Once everything is ready, you drag him to sit down beside you. Sylus lets you push him around, amusement curling his lips at the unbridled enthusiasm in your voice.

“Okay! So I got everything we need. Even stencils, though to be honest, I’ll be really disappointed if you use one. I really want to see what the leader of Onychinus can create. Have you carved a pumpkin before?”

You plop down on your chair, round eyes set on him expectantly.

Brow perking, Sylus huffs, “What do you take me for? An uncultured heathen?”

“A little.” You bite back a giggle at the deadpan scowl that earns you. “I’m kidding! Kind of. It’s not like you’ve told me a lot about how you grew up and all that. And I don’t really care, not for now at least, but I figured it’s better to ask.”

“How considerate of you, sweetie,” he hums sarcastically. His eyes shift over to observe the pumpkin you’ve set him in front of, head tilting ever so slightly in thought. “While I didn’t carve one when I was young, I’ll admit that after seeing them over the years, I grew curious. Luke and Keiran insisted on having a contest one year, so I decided to join.”

Now that, you believe. Sylus could also be remarkably lenient with the twins at times. You’re still not exactly sure of what kind of relationship they all have, but it’s certainly cute at times. You can just imagine the boys begging Sylus to join them and him giving in begrudgingly.

“Good,” you chirp, snatching up a marker from the table, “Cause I really want to win this, so I’ll take all the help I can get.”

“Wouldn’t it be considered cheating if you were to submit a pumpkin carved by someone else?” Sylus still follows suit, picking his own marker and setting to work. “What is the prize you so desperately want? You are aware I could just buy it for you myself?”

“One, no, it’s not cheating. They said it could be a family submission, so for all intents and purposes, you’re my family in this.” You try really hard to ignore the look Sylus gives you at that, your cheeks already tinging a soft pink. You’re quick to move on before he can tease you, “Two, the prize is a set of tickets to that new movie that’s coming out on Halloween. You know, the one I’ve been telling you about. And three, it’s not as fun if I don’t earn it!”

“You know, sweetie, there are other ways you could earn-”

“Shush!” You cut him off, ears burning the same color red as his eyes. “Just start carving!”

Sylus chuckles, but obliges. The two of you fall into comfortable conversation as you design and carve, talking about work and the twins and all the plans you have for the season. For the most part, Sylus just listens. Your excitement is nearly tangible as you talk, lighting up the room more than any light could. And it’s quite entertaining to watch you gesture so animatedly as if you’re not holding a knife in your hands.

You eventually focus in, though, falling into the groove of carving out your design. It’s been too long since you’ve done this, you think to yourself, but it’s just as fun as you remember. And getting to look over and see Sylus working with the same level of dedication he gives everything else? Well, you’re not sure a more perfect night exists.

“Aaaaand…” You draw back, surveying you work with narrowed eyes, before clapping your hands together. “Done!”

Sylus, who had been done for a while, raises a brow. He subtly leans over, eyes scanning your carving. Biting your lip, you watch, delight warming your chest when you catch the flicker of surprise pass through his eyes.

“Is that…Mephisto?”

“Yes! Isn’t he so cute?” You twist the pumpkin so he can see it more clearly. While it’s maybe a little rough around the edges, “I think I captured his essence pretty well.”

Sylus leans back, lips twitching with a suppressed smile, “It certainly is…accurate to his character.”

“I’ll take it! What did you carve?” You jump from your chair and drape yourself over his shoulder. And the sight in front of you makes your jaw drop. Because of course this is Sylus, and of course Sylus is good at practically everything he does. “Is that a wanderer? It looks so accurate!”

“It seemed to suit the theme.” He shrugs as if it’s nothing, though a tiny smile twitches at the corner of his lips, betraying his satisfaction with your reaction. “So which will you submit to your little work contest?”

“I don’t know,” you hum, resting your chin on his head.

Sylus huffs, reaching up to squeeze one of your arms, glancing up at you with a smug look, “Perhaps you can think about it over a movie, hm? We still have much of the night left, afterall, and I did move around my schedule for you.”

Something warm flutters in your chest, and you nod, “Yah, I’d like that.”

“Perfect. Then, shall I grab some wine?”

“I’ll grab the blankets!”

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Xavier

“What are we doing again?”

“We’re carving pumpkins!” You cheer excitedly, dashing back into the room with the pack of carving knives you bought. “You said you’ve never done it right? It’s basically a right of passage!”

Xavier sits perched on your couch. Two large pumpkins rest on the coffee table in front of him, on top of a rather large tarp. There’s no way you’re getting orange stains on your rug after all, but getting messy is half the fun. You drop down onto the couch beside him, biting your lip to hold back some of your giddiness.

“And what do we do with them once they’re carved?” Xavier asks, peering down at his pumpkin as if it might attack him suddenly, like some kind of Wanderer.

“We put them outside your front door, so everyone can see.”

“Why?”

You shrug, using your teeth to break through the packaging of the carving set (though you definitely have scissors somewhere). Xavier watches you carefully, wariness shifting from the pumpkin to your feral techniques. You just shoot him an unabashed grin when you successfully get it open.

“I think people used to do it to scare away bad spirits. Now it’s just a part of the season.” You carefully lay out all the tools, going through a mental checklist of everything you need. “We carve pumpkins, bake the seeds, and watch scary movies.”

The mention of snacks makes Xavier perk up. A glint of curiosity brightens his sleepy, blue eyes. “Baked seeds? Like the ones sold in the stores?”

“Yah, but way better,” you hum, “We can season them however we like! I like to make them how my Grandma used to, but we can also try some other seasonings if you want?”

“I’ll rely on your expertise,” the hunter murmurs with a small, teasing smile, “You seem to be quite the master of this season.”

Your cheeks flush a faint pink. You do love this time of year. You always have. There’s something about the chill in the air, the scent of pumpkin spice drifting from the cafes, the perfect crunch of the leaves under your boots. All of it just makes your heart feel so…happy.

And now you get to share it with your favorite person. Your partner. Your star.

How could you not love that?

“Okay, first things first, we draw our designs.” You snatch a sharpie from your pile of tools and hold it out to him.

Xavier takes the pen, looking almost hesitant, “And it’s meant to resemble a face, correct?”

“It can be whatever you want,” you tell him, “Most people try to do scary faces or silly ones, but I’ve also seen plenty of tombstones and moons, stuff like that. That’s the fun part, it’s all up to you.”

“I guess I’ll just have to use my imagination then,” he murmurs, as if the concept is completely foreign. Which, honestly, given his straightforward tendencies, wouldn’t be surprising to you.

“Exactly.” You lean over and nudge your shoulder against his playfully. “Just have fun, Xav. We don’t even have to put them outside if you think your pumpkin will get bullied. This is just for us.”

Xavier huffs out a faint laugh, some of the tension finally slipping from his shoulders. “One might think you’re doubting my artistic capabilities.”

“Xavier, I once turned in some paperwork that you doodled on and Captain Jenna asked if my nephew was visiting.”

You watch with a rather delighted smile as his ears go positively red, his eyes looking everywhere but you as he tries to move right past your truthful jab, “Shall we begin, then?”

Of course. You don’t even hesitate in snatching up your own marker, if only to give him a moment of peace, even though you really want to tease him further. Cradling your pumpkin in your lap, you start by mapping out a classic jack-o-lantern face. You don’t want to do anything too fancy and actually make him feel bad. This isn’t about making the best one, after all, it’s about doing it together. And the classics are classics for a reason, anyways.

Every so often, you steal a glance at the man beside you. There’s something divinely sweet about the moment, the contented breath in the room, the slight shuffle of your sweaters brushing against each other every so often.

It almost surprises you how much Xavier seems to get into it. His brow furrows ever so slightly, eyes taking on that serious gleam they only get when he’s focusing. The sleeves of his sweater bunch around his elbows cutely, like a little kid trying to stay clean, though you can already spot a small fleck of orange on his cheek.

How adorable…

“Shouldn’t you be more focused on your work?” Eyes never leaving his pumpkin, a small smile tilts the corner of Xavier’s lips, his ears still a pretty shade of pink. Embarrassed by your staring but confident enough to tease you back a little now.

“Hmmm, but it’s so fun to watch you,” you tease back, tone dripping with something soft, “And you have something on your cheek, by the way.”

Xavier blinks, eyes widening a fraction. He quickly swipes at his cheek - the wrong cheek - and glances at you expectantly, to which you shake your head.

“Here, let me-” The hunter freezes when you lean across the couch, reaching toward his face. You don’t miss the way his breath falters, or how his skin flushes even darker when your thumb brushes against his cheek. Drawing back, you give him an amused grin, “All gone. Just a little pumpkin. Now, back to carving, mister.”

Your grin only grows wider when he grumbles and turns back to his pumpkin, as if ducking his head can hide his blush from you. For someone who’s so impassive most of the time, he’s so easy to fluster when it’s just the two of you. Like a cute little bunny that doesn’t want to admit how cute it is.

Biting back a giggle, you turn back to finish your own carving.

It doesn’t take long for you both to finish, since neither of you went with particularly complex designs. You went with a spooky face, sharp teeth, horns, the works. And you’re definitely proud of how sinister it looks.

Xavier’s also turns out much better than you were expecting, all his experience with swords and daggers really paying off in a strange way. It’s adorable really. You can’t help but smile when he turns his pumpkin to reveal a small star with a smiley face on it. It’s a little wobbly and uneven, but still absolutely cute.

“That looks great, Xav! He’s so cute!” You gush, tracing the outline. “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, unable to hide his own glow of pride, “So now what do we do?”

“Noooow…we bake the seeds!”

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I'm incapable of writing short blurbs apparently, which is really annoying. Sylus' was my favorite though. Best spooky boy.

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waitmyturtles · 3 months ago

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Hot Take: Be On Cloud and Sammon out GMMTV-ed GMMTV with that lame-ass 4 Minutes finale

(TW: Ummm, this ended up being a rant, so don't read this if you enjoyed that finale.)

WOW.

This is not the central thesis of this post at all, but I need to get this off my chest, FIRST OF AWL: GET AN ORIGINAL OST. WOW.

LIKE, ACTUALLY, I want to not get into this, but I actually need to talk about this for a second. ICONIC OSTs like, SAY, "Why Don't You Stay" or "Just Friend" (OR THE DARK BLUE KISS THEME SONG, THE BEST ONE) are meant to invoke THE SHOW FROM WHICH THAT SONG HAILS, AND THE FEELINGS THAT THAT PARTICULAR SHOW MADE ONE FEEL. WHAT THE FUCK WAS 4 MINUTES THINKING?! THIS SHOW WAS NOT KINNPORSCHE. NOT AT ALL. I FELT NO KP FROM 4 MINUTES. I hope Jeff Satur sues BOC for copyright infringement. ANYWAY.

I mean, this is gonna be messy, but in yet another case of shippy roooooomance, a kind of rooooomance that's supposed to leave us feeling like the central couple is worth redeeming against both the obstacles that the story gives them, AND/OR a weak script as well (I wrote about this recently during a rewatch of The Eclipse), I mean, BOC and Sammon just threw an otherwise really amazing storyline to the dogs.

We were supposed to get a lot of moral and ethical loops closed here. I would have been okay with a Ton Kla redemption! I would have been okay with Korn living the rest of his life in pain and suffering for neglecting Ton Kla! Instead, they're both "redeemed" by their own deaths?! I get Win being upset, but Win, you knew who you were sleeping with! Come awn!

AND. I'm supposed to believe that Great is worth redemption because he threw a corrupt government minister under the bus and prevented his parents from coming back to Thailand, while we see him walking away from a woman having a heart attack???? Like, THAT'S NOT GOOD!!!! He's had a messy life, but he's not necessarily a good person, folks!!! HELLO!!! "He's a good person?!" TYME?? Like, Great's hot, BUT LIKE, DON'T BE LIKE THAT, TYME, GURL, ACTUALLY LOOK THRU AT WHO YOU'RE DATING.

ALSO, TYME, HIPPOCRATIC OATH, DUDE. I KNOW YOU WANT THAT GUY DEAD, AND HE DESERVES BAD THINGS, BUT YOU CAN'T MAIM HIM PURPOSELY, HOMEY, YOU'RE ABOUT TO BECOME A PROFESSOR.

And LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK, putting a whole new story point about Warit's kidnapping from some dude named Wanchai who we don't even know, and finding out that Warit is a general?!?! It was JUST CONFUSING.

Also, Den dating a patient. I know medical ethics are probably different in Thailand, but they cannot be THAT DIFFERENT, friends, they can't (right? right?).

And. Finally. TYME GOT SHOT MULTIPLE TIMES IN THE CHEST AREA. He survived after two months of recovery?! HE SURVIVED POINT-BLANK SHOOTING?!?!?!??!?!?! AND GREAT SURVIVED HIS POINT-BLANK SHOOTING, TOO?!?!?!?!

LISTEN. LISTEN. I get that BOC wants GreatTyme together. JesBible are a good pair. It's fine Great and Tyme are together. It's nice.

But there was an ACTUAL storyline, told WONDERFULLY for seven episodes, that had these characters in moral and ethical chokeholds that could have received different and very much more appropriate endings. This is fiction, of course, but the moral and ethical prisons these characters were in were very real-to-life by way of what humans value, and how you balance those values against the real-time decisions that humans need to make for themselves and their families.

Instead, BOC took the wild GMMTV playbook of late (The Eclipse, 23.5, Only Friends, Wandee Goodday, even Last Twilight and My Precious) and just railroaded ethical explorations for, my GAWD, guitars and boats. GUITARS AND BOATS! If either Great or Tyme had died, how would the story have expressed regret, uncommunicated feelings, unsolved mysteries?

The ending sucked the mystery out of this series, and frankly, made light of the fact that we were not in a Series Y for seven-eighths of a runtime, only to truly suck us back into Y territory -- real, sugary, cheesy Y territory, GUITARS, THE KP OST OMG -- that just clashed with the tonality of what was shaping up to be a great queer crime murder mystery show. GMMTV already does this. BOC did not need to go there.

Funny that some of us are watching Kidnap now, and commenting (I'm stealing @shortpplfedup's words here) that Kidnap is not a crime BL, but a crime BL. Kidnap knows what it is: it is shaping up to be a fun, unserious Y series that's centered around two himbos not really understanding the consequences of their decisions, and being googly while doing it. It seems to be taking its unseriousness seriously. Good on GMMTV for taking initiative there.

4 Minutes? 4 Minutes needs moral closure, not sappy romance. I could have used a hint that we were gonna get punked earlier. I wouldn't have taken this show as seriously as I did if I had known otherwise.

#4 minutes #4 minutes the series #jesbible #jes jespipat #bible wichapas #greattyme #great x tyme #tyme x great #WOW

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amnevitahwritesstuff · 1 month ago

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Bryaxis asks for a much different boon in its bargain with Feyre.

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Pairing: Feyre/Bryaxis

Rating: Explicit

Triggers: Monsterfucking

Chapters: One-shot

[Just so we're clear, I wrote and posted this a while ago. I'm just now getting it posted up here. I am still on hiatus though.]

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Wicked Games

What shall you give me?

“What do you want?” Feyre had asked.

Rhys had gone deathly quiet when she told him later of the bargain she had made.

I want you to play with me, it had declared. Whenever I ask.

And what else could she have done but agree?

What shall you give me?

“What do you want?” Feyre had asked.

Rhys had gone deathly quiet when she told him later of the bargain she had made.

I want you to play with me, it had declared. Whenever I ask.

And what else could she have done but agree?

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It called in the bargain only two days later.

Initially, Rhys had tried reasoning with the creature. She wasn’t entirely sure what he had said to it, but she knew its answer when he had slunk back into the townhouse looking utterly desperate and defeated.

And now here she was, torch in hand, descending back down into the inky blackness at the bottom of the library.

Alone.

Even with her fae eyesight, she couldn’t see anything in the gloom, but she could feel its presence regardless. It was here.

Waiting.

“Okay,” she called out. “I’m here.”

You’ve come, that now familiar voice whispered in her ear.

“Of course,” Feyre said. She would have been offended if she weren’t so scared. She always kept her promises. Even if they were ones made out of desperation.

I’m so glad.

She swallowed.

“You said you wanted to play,” she continued nervously. “What does that entail exactly?”

What did literal nightmare creatures even do for fun?

Please don’t be torture.

Who was she kidding? It was probably torture.

I want to play with you the way the High Lord does.

The reply was so beyond what Feyre was expecting that she felt her brain go blank.

“…What?”

I saw you two playing together before. Here in the library. It said, almost eagerly. I want to do that.

It took a moment for her to catch onto what it meant but the moment she did she felt her face heat.

“Oh…oh!”

It had seen her fooling around with Rhys on the upper levels.

“Oh,” she said again, for lack of anything better to say. “Ummm…”

Not knowing what else to do, she reached her mind out to her mate’s and tapped against his impenetrable shields. He let her in almost immediately.

Are you alright? There was a note of panic and anxiety in his thoughts. Is it hurting you?

No, no, she answered quickly. I’m fine, but…well…

Yes?

She showed him her memory of the last few minutes. Afterwards she felt a flurry of emotions flood across the bond. Horror. Relief. Possessiveness. Jealousy. And then, finally, acceptance.

Do whatever you have to do. I trust you.

I love you, she told him.

And I love you.

“So…” Feyre said to the darkness after Rhys had gently pushed her out of his mind and back into her own. “You want to…play.”

Oh yes. It said giddily, like a child eager for sweets.

She took a deep breath.

“Okay.”

It was like it had been waiting for her acquiescence because suddenly she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as the creature, whatever it was, loomed closer.

“Do…uh…you have a name?” She asked nervously. If she was going to fuck this thing she couldn’t very well keep calling it ‘that creepy thing at the bottom of the library’.

I was called Bryaxis for a time. You may use that if you like.

“Okay…Bryaxis. Do you know what this involves?”

What a question. Was she seriously going to have sex with this thing? Did it even understand what sex was? Did it even have the necessary body parts to do so in the first place?

Touching. She felt its cool breath on the back of her neck. Something like a claw scraped gently along her arm, raising goosebumps in its wake.

“Touching is good,” Feyre gulped. The torch in her hand quivered.

What else? It asked. What else do you do with the High Lord?

For a brief moment, Feyre considered lying. Bryaxis seemed almost like a child to her, sheltered from the world and people in general. A very terrifying child, she amended, thinking of the screams of those two fae it had saved her from. Still, it felt wrong to lie to it. How long had it been cloistered away in the depths of this library? Centuries? Millennia? How many people had it ever had the chance to actually speak to? To touch? Maybe the real reason she was down here with it was because it was just…curious…and lonely.

She could work with curious and lonely.

“We kiss,” she told Bryaxis quietly.

Kiss? That claw stopped its exploration of her arm, as if in confusion.

“Yes, when two people um…touch their lips together,” Feyre said awkwardly.

And you like this…kiss?

“Yes,” she said and then, mustering up her courage, added, “Do you…do you want a kiss?”

The silence seemed to stretch on forever as she waited for its reply. She knew it was still there, its breath still ghosting across the back of her neck as its claw continued its slow caress down to her clenched fist.

Yes. But first…

She felt a rush of air behind her and then her torch guttered and died, plunging them into darkness. Feyre tried not to panic but failed miserably.

“But I need that to see my way back!” She said, a little desperately.

I will bring you to the upper levels when we are done.

A thought suddenly occurred to her through the panic.

It didn’t want to be seen. Just like before, when it had told her to close her eyes before it had unleashed itself on those intruders. It it’s own strange way, it was protecting her.

“Ok,” she conceded.

She felt its claw leave her skin and heard the sound of something large and heavy shuffle around her…until she felt its breath on her face, so close she could taste it. Feyre tried very hard not to immediately tense up.

She had only enough time to hear it say, I will kiss you now, before she felt the sudden press of something warm (and…scaly?) against her lips.

Like that? Bryaxis asked, pulling away. The High Lord seemed to do it differently…

Feyre couldn’t help it, she laughed.

“Rhys is in a league of his own…don’t tell him I said that though. He’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

How is the High Lord different?

“He’s…more playful I suppose.”

Playful? Bryaxis seemed most intrigued by that answer.

“He…” she tried to gather her thoughts, unsure of how to properly describe the way her mate both charmed and infuriated her in equal measure. “He’s a tease. He delights in exasperating me.” She knew this didn’t exactly answer its question though so she went on. “He likes to whisper all the things he wants to do to me when I can’t do anything about it.”

And you like this?

“Oh yes,” Feyre agreed.

Bryaxis went silent then, as if ruminating over this particular detail.

Feyre took that moment to screw up her courage again.

“Can I…touch you too?”

Another pause. Then…

Yes.

She reached out carefully, fingers bumping against warm flesh and wiry fur, hard scales and something smooth and textured like the carapace of a beetle. Bryaxis felt, for all intents and purposes, like a creature cobbled together according to the whims of some mad, chaotic god. Even its shape was hard to define, with none of the familiar dips and curves of a human or fae body. Limbs seemed to jut out of the oddest places with no sort of symmetry to be found. Feyre could feel something like feathers over its shoulders but no wings.

She had trouble wrapping her brain around it.

“Do…do you like this?” She swallowed as she smoothed her hand along something especially soft and silky, like kitten fur.

Yes it seemed to hiss and then suddenly she felt as if she were being wrapped in the coils of a very large snake (or a very large tail?).

What else? It asked eagerly. What else does the High Lord do?

Whelp. They were bound to get to this point eventually. But say what you would about Feyre, she wasn’t a coward.

She decided to just skip straight to the finale.

“Between my legs. He touches me between my legs.”

Bryaxis didn’t even hesitate.

She felt the slip slide of an unnatural number of fingers delve between her legs and explore curiously and Feyre suddenly found herself very conscious of the fact that she had not put on any underthings before coming here.

Like this? It said.

She sucked in hard through her nose, her skin breaking out in gooseflesh as she felt those strange appendages discover the soft flesh of her cunt…and just how wet and slippery it had become in the last few minutes.

Was there something wrong with her that she was…enjoying this?

“Yes.” Feyre shivered, lust and, yes, a little bit of fear, scrambling her nerves.

Something soft brushed gently, searchingly, up against her clitoris and Feyre couldn’t help the shocked gasp that escaped her throat. Pleasure dripped like honey down her spine and pooled in her stomach, hot and sweet and demanding.

Yes, Bryaxis said softly, sweetly, like the darkness itself. You made those same sounds with the High Lord. It was pleased. Very pleased. She could hear the eager curiosity in its voice. The satisfaction of having gotten something right.

The coils tightened, pressing her closer and enveloping Feyre in a warm, confusing cocoon of scales and feathers and fur. And all the while, those fingers kept brushing along her cunt, zeroing in on her clitoris with a kind of single-minded focus that felt designed to turn her into a babbling mess.

She groaned.

Perhaps Rhysand and Bryaxis were more alike than either could’ve ever imagined.

It didn’t take long to bring her to her peak.

(Honestly, it was a little embarrassing how quickly it had accomplished the feat.)

Feyre shook and shivered through the pleasure, limbs held fast by those rippling, strange coils. She felt a bit like a kitten held by the scruff of its neck, utterly immobile and at the mercy of its handler as she eventually sagged forward into the soft, queer embrace of this strange, gentle creature.

Her skin buzzed pleasantly as she tried to gather her thoughts back into some semblance of order.

He put himself inside you, Bryaxis said suddenly, cutting through her high. The High Lord.

“Yes,” Feyre felt like her brain was far too scrambled to be answering this question with any sort of seriousness. “That’s…sex.”

Is that something else you enjoy?

She didn’t even try to lie, even knowing exactly where this conversation was leading.

“Oh yes.”

Where? It asked as she suddenly felt something much larger pressed against the mouth of her cunt. Here?

“Yes,” she sighed, already shivering again.

And that was all the confirmation it needed before she felt that blunt, strange new appendage press forward and slide home into her body.

Gods, she thought.

She felt delirious. With pleasure. With shock. With the sheer overwhelming size of it. Feyre didn’t think she had ever felt so full.

Something slithered under her dress and along her torso. No, scratch that, several somethings. She felt them ripple along her skin in a peculiar undulating way before circling her breasts and latching onto her nipples.

Her cunt clenched down. Hard.

Bryaxis made an animal sound. An eerie grunting groan that was unlike anything she had ever heard before. She felt its cock (because it just had to be a cock) swell and grind hard into that soft, secret part of her that only Rhys had ever managed to find and felt her eyes cross.

Oh gods, she thought. Oh please.

As if it could hear her thoughts, another of those sneaky little appendages slipped down to circle and slither over her aching clitoris and suddenly it was Feyre who was moaning like an animal.

It was too much.

Too much!

Too much—

She didn’t even have time to realize what was coming before her climax hit her like battering ram, curling her spine and punching the air from her lungs.

Feyre felt thoroughly used. Worn out in a way that she wasn’t sure she had ever been before. Distantly, she felt Bryaxis slide out of her body and then settle her against its soft, furry underbelly in an odd sort of embrace. It fussed over her in a way that felt oddly reminiscent of both a parent and a loyal hound. Caring and desperately eager for affirmation in equal measure.

You liked that? It was clearly a question and yet it didn’t sound like one at all.

Feyre just nodded, still addled and overwhelmed.

Its second question was far more hesitant. Did you…have fun?

She paused.

Had she had fun?

She didn’t exactly have anything to compare it to. This experience was quite unlike anything else she had ever done. She thought perhaps it was even outside anything anyone in the Inner Circle had done either. Certainly if Cassian had ever fucked a monster she was willing to bet he would’ve been crowing it from the rooftops for the last few centuries.

Or perhaps not.

Maybe that was just her.

Huh…maybe there really was something wrong with her.

“Yes,” Feyre said finally. “It was…fun.”

I am glad. It sounded…relieved.

She cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Was…there anything you wanted to do?”

No, it said. But perhaps…we might play again?

Quite against her will, Feyre smiled.

“Okay.”

Bryaxis was true to its word then. It guided her through the gloom and back up the staircase towards the light, almost gentlemanly in its courtesy.

Until next time, High Lady.

She didn’t know why she did it. Perhaps her curiosity had finally gotten the better of her. Or maybe she just wanted to leave her strange companion with a final farewell. Whatever the reason, Feyre found herself looking back as Bryaxis melted back into the darkness…but not before catching a glimpse of its true form.

It truly was a nightmare made flesh, with too many eyes and limbs and no rhyme or reason to its construction.

And yet…for the first time that night she felt no fear. Only a strange sense of affinity with it.

“Good night Bryaxis. Until next time.”

And then she climbed upstairs and into the light once more.

#my fanfiction #my fanfic #wicked games #acotar fanfiction #bryaxis #feyre archeron #acotar #amnevitahwritesstuff

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 5 months ago

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OK OK OK OK OK. wibby thoughts. wibby bisection thoughts. we could just like vivisect him this time. fucking shit like that. have his guts and stuff all over the forest.

as i've said ummm. fucking around with passengers Is gonna come up a bit at some point (doesn't feel like a spoiler to say? i mean. bonesaw is Literally Here) so i won't say much, but bonesaw literally does say in snare 13.9:

so. yeah!!!!!!!!!! yeah!!!!!!! that could fucking happen!!! if the trickster has control over someone like bonesaw who is capable of doing that!! (would he Want to though? there's no like. secret well of planeswalking power in him here. would he just do it for fun????!!!!) and. ough. ok. let this one cook for a while ok there's a part u need to get to in worm that's relevant. i think this could go very hard i like it a LOT but i legally can't talk about it very much!!!!

ALSO. as i just made a post about. he could literally just get trapped in muse's area of effect during this final battle and get. um. well. really anything could happen to him. honestly the pulling him in half clicks really fucking well with this i think because that really does feel like some cartoon nightmare shit.... get yoinked!! & because it's dream logic he could still get put back together just as easily... he could be like. alive and aware the whole time it's happening. u know. wheezing bloody exposed lungs that aren't Working and aren't Doing anything and they should have stopped by now his heart is fallen out it should be stopped but it's still squeezing and his eyes are still moving etc. this would also be like. reminiscent of his trigger event (laying helpless and paralyzed and in immense pain for many hours in the middle of the woods that want to kill him). ik u have second trigger thoughts. shrug!! maybe ashe has a moment of lucidity before the field drops and goes OHHH GOD OH FUCK because wraith is just. strewn across the ground torn apart like a doll that yr dog got to. etc etc etc.

ANYWAY. thats what ive got so far what have u got!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀👀

AHA. YEAH. LITERALLY WIBBY FRIDGE IN THE FOREST. okay okay okay we are cooking we are in the kitchen together just throwing ingredients into the soup. I'm obv not going to comment on the passengers thing until I read some more of worm (btw quick side note the s9 had a cameo in the last interlude I read and I got so ridiculously happy to see them again. extremely nervous about yhem cloning themselves (???????) though. although i kind of hope they are so that it'll give me more ideas about tide. anyway.)

HOWEVER. I DO REALLY REALLY LIKE THE GETTING CAUGHT IN THE BLAST ZONE VIBE but something that hits so hard about that event in canon is just. how. Direct And Personal it seemed. like. he Did That while holding him in the air and telling him to not be afraid bc it'll all be over soon. that's so much. I love the wibby getting caught in the fucked up breaker effect but also i think it should be DIRECTED at him. reasoning behind this i don't know why yet. but I'm sure we can think of something sufficiently harmful.

god dude i didn't even CONSIDER the dream logic of it all. we literally don't even have to kill wibby we can just have him awake and alive and aware of it all. wow! awesome! and dakota can try to push him back together and he would be aware of this and trying to talk to him but his fuckign. everythign is ripped open so he can't exactly talk now can he !!!

I do have SO MANY second trigger thoughts and I do think this is so fucking perfect as a second trigger moment exactly bc of what u said abt laying helpless (ESPECIALLY if we have dakota trying to fix him because. hey he didn't trigger the first time until people came to get him. lol. lmao, even.) and i HAVE actually put a good amount of thought into what his powers would look like after this but i cant tell u until youre done w pd AUGH. also hey having ashe be lucid for a second sucks even more because he'd drop the breaker effect. the only thing that could feasibly put wibby back together in this state is ALSO the breaker effect. so he fucking panics because hey wow i just did this and the only way to fix it or undo it is to . go back to being a horrible little puppet or whatever. do u know what I mean

side note I think wibby needs to have a brutal gross awesome scar from this. i can't talk more about this until you finish 39. smile !!!!!!!!!! what the fuck dude.

#HEAD IN HAAANDS #new haven wards #dude i was so fucking excited for this conversation specifically.#as soon as we brougjt up wibby second trigger i was like god i cant wait for roswell to see him get ripped in half #AWESOME. WOOOOOO I LOVE TORTURING OUR LITTLE GUYS !!!! THROWING THEM IN THE BLENDER VER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND O #asks #friends!!!#intertexts #hi im baaaaack i didnt scare any small children <3 i talked a little too in depth about stingray anatomy though

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prrism · 1 year ago

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Maybe Eret for the babysitter shenanigans??

Thank you so much for the ask 😁 It sure has been a while since I last posted anything (*cough* almost 3 months now *cough*), but I promise I’m still around and writing, just been taking things extra slow lately

Young Heir

Summary: You just wanted some time for yourself but instead get dragged off to aid the SMP’s king…

Characters: Eret x Reader, feat. Foolish

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

You made sure your daily chores were done early today so you could kick back and relax with a new book you’ve been dying to read, and yet just as you’re settled and about to crack open the book the sound of large footsteps shakes the entirety of your house. You hoped nothing would break from such shaking before the it stops and there’s a minute pause before frantic knocking is heard. With a sigh you place the book into your inventory and get up to see who was there. You barely have a chance to say hello before you’re practically snatched from the doorway and dragged away from your house.

“Whoa! I don’t appreciate the kidnapping! What’s with the rush?” You shout unamused, trying to pull away from their iron grip. They halt their movements and you now get the chance to notice the totem body and shark-y head.

“Sorry! Sorry! I just sorta grabbed you in a panic, but I really really need your help with Eret.” Foolish apologizes.

“My help? What for?” You ask as you both start walking at a much less panicked pace. (similar to Bad, I headcanon that Foolish can shift his size at will)

“Well…” Foolish chuckles nervously, “while I was helping Eret, we were discussing about some new expansions for the historical museum, and we sorta got on topic about that strange… ummm… moss? I think? That’s been appearing around the SMP.”

“Oh no… alright say no more, I get it.” You sigh, rubbing at the bridge of your nose. “But why my help? You know how to take care of children, you have two of them.” You point out.

“Yes, and they’re doing very well,” Foolish smiles proudly. “But no, the reason I need your help is because I can’t find Eret anywhere.”

“YOU LOST THEM!”

“It’s not my fault! I swear! I got distracted when Quackity asked if I was free to return to the casino and…” He trails off feebly. “Please, I really need someone I know for a fact is trustworthy to help.”

“Okay! Look you already dragged me out of the house and we’re basically to the castle so there no harm in helping.” You sigh

“Thank you thank you thank you.” Foolish smiles giddily, you chuckle to yourself at his own childish antics as you continue towards Eret’s castle…

“I’ll start by checking to make sure Eret didn’t somehow get outside in the time I was gone. You could check the throne room, I guess, that’s where I last saw him.”

“Sounds good to me.” With that the two of you split up, you immediately heading for the throne room. Stepping in you take a second to admire the decor, from the fine craftsmanship of the structure itself, to the multicoloured stain glassed windows and of course the throne resting elegantly at the far end of the room. Your gawking comes to a halt when you pick up the sound of shuffling, it was faint but it was there, that’s when you noticed the little head peeking around one of the curtains before darting behind it again. You smirk at the idea popping into your head.

“Now where oh where could Eret be? Maybe he’s by the throne?” You walk over and pretend to look around the throne, you hear a soft giggle. “Nope, not there. Hmmm, maybe she’s on the ceiling?” You have to stop yourself from laughing as you look up. “Darn it, not there either. Where could they be? Oh well, guess I’ll just have to walk away and look somewhere else.” You say this slowly as you walk away from the throne towards the curtains, pausing a moment before pulling them back. “Found you!” A surprised but excited shriek comes from Eret before it quickly turns to laughter.

“Again! Again again!” He claps.

“I don’t know, Foolish had a hard time finding you the first time, that’s why he got me to help.” You sigh, she pouts a little but it doesn’t last long as they start tugging your pants in an attempt to get you to follow him. “Oh? You want me to come with you this time? Hmm… alright, I see no harm in it.” You say this more to yourself then to Eret, nonetheless you follow her to a room full of different clothing.

“Dress!” They bounce on his heels pointing to the array of clothing.

“You wanna play a bit of dress up with me?” You already knew the answer but the eager nod she gives you is that extra confirmation.

You completely lost track of time while modelling the many different outfits in Eret’s closet. From suits to dresses to casual wear, you tried them all chuckling to yourself at how much bigger their own clothing looked on Eret. Now the two of you, dressed to the nines so to speak, were enjoying a lovely little game of tea party, making sure to be “extra proper” by sticking your pinkies out the entire time.

“Shall that be one sugar or two my good friend?” You ask in an exaggerated accent, this earns a small chuckle from Eret as they hold up two fingers. “A splendid choice my good friend.” You’re about to continue your game when the door bursts open, an almost panicked looking Foolish being the culprit. You all stare at each other for what feels like forever. “Right… Foolish, I forgot you were looking for Eret…” You trail off awkwardly before, “you… uhh… you wanna join our tea party?” He looks at you bewildered for a second before calming down.

“…… sure.” Is all he says. You all sit together and continue with your tea party, you and Foolish ending up having a little contest to see who can make the funniest accent.

“My verdict is… you both sound ridiculous.” You pause at the voice, having gotten so wrapped up in your little competition you failed to notice Eret was finally back to normal.

“Eret! Glad you’re yourself again… I guess you’ll be wanting the outfit back.” You say, heading over to change out of the outfit you had been borrowing.

“Actually, you can keep it if you want.” Eret waves off like it’s nothing.

“Really?! But I couldn’t-”

“It’s fine, (y/n), really. I don’t wear that one a lot anyways and it looks good on you. Think of it as a thank you for the help.” Eret encourages.

“Umm, thank you. I promise I’ll take real good care of it.” You pause awkwardly for a second. “Well, I guess I should head home. Good luck with your museum renovations.” You wave to them as you collect the rest of your things and head out.

“Thanks again for the help! And sorry for dragging you out of your home!” Foolish thanks and apologizes, you wave him off as a way to say that it was fine and continue your journey back home.

……… or you would’ve if not for one complication………

I hope you all enjoyed! Let me know who you’d like to see the childish shenanigans of next 😁

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #dsmp eret #eret x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x platonic reader

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strangestcase · 3 months ago

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Griffin being canonically blind isn't canon actually. He was able to throw stones in Kemp's windows, meaning he knew where to throw, his notes were not in Braille and contained Greek letters and numbers other characters were able to see and read (but not understand), and Griffin himself made multiple visual descriptions while telling his story.

It's okay to have headcanons, but calling anyone ableist for not sharing your vision is just disgusting. Also, there are numerous albino people who have pretty normal eyesight, even if it's not perfect. Stating that albino person necessarily must have visual impairment is in fact ableistic itself.

Well, last time I asked an expert they said all people with albinism have visual impairments and most of them are legally blind (not completely blind, mind you), and last time I checked H. G. Wells was not an expert.* Like, did you know people with albinism usually don’t have bright red eyes irl? Their irises are pink or purple. But Griffin is described with red eyes rather than pink, which would be a more common eye color. And that’s (another) thing Wells got wrong, because, guess what, writers can get things wrong. He also doesn’t mention strabismus or nistagmus anywhere, even though very much all people who have albinism have one or both.

(I only know like, two artists who draw Griffin with strabismus. And that’s counting myself.)

Griffin has albinism. I did research before writing him, including asking dermatologists and ophthalmologists, and if I had access to people with the same condition I would have asked them too (and in fact I regret not reaching out to do so). But like… Either you write him with actual real life albinism or you don’t. Unlike Wells, who only mentions he has light sensitivity like, once?

Let me ask you some things, anon: are YOU a person with albinism? In which case, I get it, I get your complaints! Because you’re technically right, and I concede it’s not my job as a physically abled person to police what you do in fandom. I can only do so much.

But if you’re not, would you have been assed to do research to write a character that has albinism, beyond “ummm actually not ALL albinos are blind”? Do you even know what “blind” means, like, medically? And, more importantly: are you saying these things to me because you want me to do better? or is it because you got butthurt I made some posts about the way the fandom ignores Griffin’s disability and treats it as a simple cosmetic effect rather than a medical condition that impacts his quality of life… like, forever ago? Actual, genuine question here. Do you WANT me to do BETTER with disabled rep? Or are you just angry I said you’re getting a disorder wrong (sometimes on purpose!) a few times in the past? Because from your tone I can’t tell and your use of “albino” rather than “person with albinism” makes it more confusing.

Let’s be clear here. “Griffin is visually impaired and should probably be blind” isn’t a headcanon, it’s what would happen if he had albinism, a real life condition from an array of real life conditions, in real life— if he was not a Fantasy White-Haired Freak to Wells and half of the fandom. H. G. Wells could have had a type 1 diabetic character spend a whole day without injecting insulin and you lot would be like “well them needing to inject insulin to not die painfully isn’t canon, stop saying all diabetics need insulin”.

*(Also some of my now late uncles all had type one OCA and, according to my mother, they were all legally blind to various degrees. I don’t count this as a firsthand source but yknow.)

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kitkatopinions · 1 year ago

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Okay, so I just watched a Miles Luna cameo video talking about the chant Pyrrha does to unlock Jaune's aura, link here to the reddit post of it. And it's a very interesting video for a number of reasons. Please note that while talking about this, I wanna be aware that my interpretations of what he's saying may not be definitively true. Miles Luna is someone I don't know and I'm unable to ask for clarification on anything he says. I'm simply talking about what this video made me think and how it came across, not trying to say like "this thing he said definitely means blah blah blah." This was just very interesting and I wanted to talk about what I found interesting and what I got out of it.

So he was answering the question "what's the deal with Pyrrha's aura unlocking chant thing in volume one? Was it like a standarized thing, or was the mantra unique to a person's beliefs?"

I'm going to be putting things that Miles said in indented and then talk about the things I think are worth talking about.

"I've always been in the camp that it's the latter, that that's like a Pyrrha Nikos thing."

So this'll happen again, but it's just interesting that Miles' answer comes in the form of 'this is how I saw it' rather than 'this is how we saw it,' which makes it seem like there wasn't an agreed upon conclusion or even an agreed on supposition on what this moment even was.

"The story behind that is a wild one, it takes us back to volume one. Back when me, Monty, and Kerry were... Learning how to tell stories." *Laughs* "Stories that lasted more than like - you know - five minutes, and build worlds and stuff. And back then, you know, so much stuff was rough around the edges. And it was a lot of experimentation, and just trying things, and having to just like, throw ideas out there and commit to them because we just had to work really quickly and..."

Miles talking about how rushed they were, how they didn't know how to tell a real story yet and were just 'throwing out ideas and committing to them' is just... To me, it really seems like it indicates what I already thought, that things weren't 'planned from the beginning' because they were just writing, and writing on a deadline, so they were putting things into the story without fully thinking them through and committing to them because it was all they could do.

"I remember we were trying to establish, you know, we need to teach the audience how aura works. First off-" *Laughing* "I don't think we did a super good job with that. The same with semblances, and a bunch of things."

It's so funny to me that if rwde posters and rwby critics said something along those lines, like 'they weren't good at telling us how aura worked' or 'they really just didn't establish a lot of things very well,' many anti-rwde posters would just hate us. XD And this is what I mean when I talk about how overly defensive some people in the fandom are, because one of the main writers and creators can look back and laugh about the ways they went wrong in the early volumes and recognize that they weren't the best at storytelling, and meanwhile there are fans that would be like 'ummm why do you need your handheld? Obviously aura works like *insert headcanon here* and you should've gotten that through the brilliant scene, you fucking idiot." Like, it's so much easier for me to fondly smile and shake my head at the sort of charming follies of early-RWBY. Random tangent, but it reminds me of watching a movie with my ex-boyfriend where he got angry that I said a character who was getting in a physical fight was aggressive and he rewound the movie several times and made me watch the character start a physical fight repeatedly to 'prove to me' that the character wasn't being aggressive, and I was just sitting there thinking 'I would like this movie a lot more if you weren't so defensive over it.' But anyway, back to the video.

"But I remember we were like 'okay, well Jaune's kind of our like - our big dummy who needs to be taught everything so the audience can learn a lot through Jaune. So Jaune doesn't - It makes sense that Jaune doesn't have an aura, and maybe he like um, unlocks it at some point like during the - the Emerald Forest trials, but like how?' And we were trying to figure stuff out, and Monty goes like-" *Shrugs* "'What if we just have Pyrrha unlock it for him?' And we were like 'how would that work?' And he was like 'I don't know, man, Pyrrha's supposed to be the best. Maybe she's really in tune with her aura. And so like, you know, maybe if like, people are really in tune with themselves and - and in sync with their aura, they can give people with more potential - they can just give them a little nudge.' And we went 'yeah, sure! Why not?'"

So if you applied the ideas of the two criteria here to world building, you have 'People who are really in tune with themselves and in sync with their aura can unlock other auras' and 'People who have potential can get their auras unlocked.' Which means potentially characters who are shown to be confident, self-assured and who know who and what they are - like Glynda, Robin, Maria, maybe WBY now that they had their 'I am a Huntress' moments - could hypothetically have this power if it hadn't been dropped. And who has potential is a bit trickier, but civilians who can or want to fight, maybe? So, would Whitley count as being able to unlock an aura? See, the interesting thing is that I wouldn't consider Pyrrha to be particularly self-assured emotionally. Physically, yes, but emotionally I think she suffers from some insecurities that might give her blind spots. So maybe unlocking aura requires someone to be physically in tune with their body.

"I remember Monty wanted to write uh, Pyrrha's monologue and - and it's so Monty. Um, but it's one of the few things where he was like 'Hey, can I take a stab at that? I think it would be fun.' And he did, and I think it's really great."

Him saying 'one of the few things' is also interesting to me. But I do tend to have the opinion that from what I've heard, Monty would have ideas and Kerry and Miles are the ones that did most of the writing and like, turning the ideas into a firm thing. That's just the vibes I've gotten from the way that they've talked, and this just kind of makes me think that more.

"And it's very - It comes across as very, like, mystical. And like, ooh, exciting, mysterious. Because that was - that was kind of what we wanted the vibe to be about like aura. Like it's this spiritual thing that like, we understand how we can kind of use it um, practically, in combat. But like, emotionally and spiritually, there's so much more depth there. It has room to grow, there's things about it we don't understand. And um, we felt that what Monty wrote kind of encapsulated that sort of mysterious, spiritual um, like, side of it. And also for Pyrrha too. Like it made her seem like she was just levels upon levels higher than where Jaune was at the time. And we also felt - I mean I definitely feel as though, that it's something that like, she likes to think about and something that she says to herself to give her courage. Because if she's gonna fall in battle, then so be it. But she believes that her spirit - that there's a part of her that will live on, long after her body falls, and will go to some other plane on some grand adventure."

A part of me wishes that this had been so much more explained, but also I feel like the spiritual part of things isn't something that I want heavy emphasis in when it comes to the characters that seem to disregard their lives a bit, if that makes sense? Like, don't get me wrong, I'm not one of the people who think that Pyrrha going to fight Cinder is some indication of fault with her or Ozpin or something, I think it's perfectly logical that she went up to fight Cinder. I just also think that adding in that Pyrrha thinks 'if she falls then so be it,' before having her actually die. RWBY has a very dicey at best track record when it comes to suicide (Penny, Ruby in V8) and I think adding in these elements for Pyrrha would just have made it even worse.

"And I think that gives her the courage to... Be Pyrrha Nikos, out on the battlefield, fighting for the lives of others. That's kind of always been my take on it. But yeah, the short behind the scenes answer is um, Monty thought it would be a cool thing to do. Um, that was the answer to a lot of things from back then."

More 'not everything was well planned' indications here.

"Um, and I - and I like it a lot too, because we were really trying to explain to the audience that the creatures of Grimm don't have souls. There should be no moral quandaries about slaughtering hordes and hordes of these scary looking creatures."

Okay, so... I'm going to get into some controversial stuff here, because if they wanted to ensure that there were no moral quandaries about fighting the Grimm in the early seasons, why were they comfortable having the White Fang being such prominent enemies who Team RWBY would throw off of train cars that were blowing up in a tunnel soon to be overrun by Grimm? To me, if I was concerned that people would take issue with the main protagonist mowing down animal-like creatures that acted mindless and therefore had to establish that they don't have souls, I would be five times more concerned with making sure my main protagonist wasn't just tossing aside talking sentient humans especially if I had made them part of an in-universe marginalized minority group. Just a thought.

"And then, you know, on the opposite side of that, if the things that all of our protagonists fight are soulless, then we should make something that makes huntsman and huntresses really strong, it's the fact that they do have a soul that can manifest itself in ways that can protect the user - like the body of the person. Uh - uh, it's just something that, I don't know. It's like warm, fuzzy like faith and belief. And just, it felt like the nice counterbalance to the like, hollow, cold, violent Grimm."

What's interesting to me about this statement is that they wanted Huntsman and Huntresses specifically to counterbalance the Grimm by having proof of their humanity in their souls being so blatantly represented. If it were me, I would have humanity in general separated from the Grimm through their souls. But it's almost like the only people they care about and the only people they want the audience to care about are the hunters and huntresses, and not the civilian figures and random people just living their lives. I think that does sort of come across in the writing with things like Cinder killing people on the bridge in volume eight and knocking them down but then later on Yang saying in volume nine that they saved everyone, and Weiss throwing the guards into the ocean never to be seen again, and no one really bringing up or caring about how Mistral is pretty much defenseless, and so on and so forth. I think this also comes across in the fandom, where I've seen people talk about 'why would we care about the NPCs' and things like that. This just makes it seem to me that the writers don't really care about civilians.

"So yeah, that's kind of my all over the place answer, I hope you like it. Because that's how I always felt about it. We kind of just rolled with it back then, because we had to, because we had to work so fast, with so many constraints working against us."

The fact that even the main writers and creators seemed to be on time crunches where they couldn't take the time to really figure things out speaks volumes I think about how Rooster Teeth does business. Also, more little reasons here to not believe everything was planned from the beginning. Miles Luna says they just rolled with things not even because they wanted to but because they had to, because they didn't have time to put more thought into what they'd do before they did it.

"And we were super inexperienced. Um, if I were to do it all again, I would wanna - I would wanna dig into that more. I think there's some cool, untapped potential there. And in a million other places in the show."

This is so true that there is so much untapped potential in RWBY. But I just think it's really funny that once again, this is something rwde posters and rwby critics would get blasted for saying. XD Like I remember one time posting like 'there's so much I would change and explore more in RWBY if I could reboot it' and someone in the comment section was like 'I bet your writing sucks, idk why you think you could improve anything about RWBY.' If I said RWBY was full of untapped potential and I wish it was dug into more, I might get accused of being a know-nothing idiot or an obnoxious entitled brat, lol. XD

"Um, but, you know, those rough edges and that sort of like - amateur is too strong a word - but the - the over ambition of RWBY, I think has always been one of its greatest strengths and also greatest weaknesses."

For once, I completely agree with Miles Luna. One reason why RWBY is something I keep coming back to is that there's just so much there to work with, so much that could be really good. But it's also one of the biggest flaws of RWBY that it always packs so much in that it just doesn't seem to have any interest in properly exploring or following through on, and I do think it would be a much better written show if the writers would just stop and take a breath and scale back and edit to what they can handle. It's like filling your fridge with a ton of perishable food in the hopes of cooking amazing meals, but then not taking the time to ever really cook or do anything good with the ingredients and then throwing together a hodgepodge sandwich before (or even after) things start spoiling in the fridge. It's great for creativity and it makes me want to actually cook something good with all those ingredients, but you still think they shouldn't have been that ambitious and you're like 'next time you go shopping just buy stuff for a regular old sandwich because apparently you can't handle it, and this sandwich has moldy cheese, too many vegetables, balsamic vinegar, mustard seeds, uncooked lobster, and a twinkie. What were you thinking?' Anyway, long spiel short, RWBY has great potential, endless heaps of good ideas that are inspiring and that's one of the best things about the show! But it's also way too ambitious and it leaves the show in a mess. I don't even have a good solution that would keep the scope of the show and how it gets the creative juices flowing without being too much for the writers who can't seem to do any real depth or follow through, I'm just talking. XD

"Uh, but it has a lot of charm, and we had a lot of heart back then. And i'm glad that people still think about volume one to this day. It's just cool."

It's interesting to me that Miles Luna says 'we had a lot of heart back then.' Now again, I'm not trying to say 'Miles Luna definitely meant that they don't have heart now,' because I don't know him and I don't know what he meant, but just the nostalgia in his tone and the way he talked, it made me think about how RWBY used to feel like this loved thing that people really wanted to do, whereas now sometimes RWBY feels like the thing that people don't want to do that they're just plugging away at, and like skipping past loads of exposition and having their characters act exasperated and tired out by everything. I've gotten to that state where I was really excited about writing something, and then when I got out of the mood to write it and was just forcing myself too, it would leak into skipping over important things and just writing the characters to go through the motions in like vague annoyance because I was vaguely annoyed. It's a sign that I need to grow as a writer, but it also makes me go 'do I really want to even be writing this, does this even spark joy' and sometimes the answer is no. And it just kind of feels like sometimes that's what RWBY is now, a project people don't want to do anymore that no longer sparks that same joy that it used to.

But on a better, lighter note, I'm glad too that people are still thinking about volume one, because it often feels like the RWBY fandom on the general whole just doesn't even like the early volumes and wants to forget them, or even forget seasons 4-6 sometimes. Some people will act like the only thing that matters is the present, and looking at the setup or the early established things is just stupid when it's like... No, that's the whole thing that RWBY was built on. Volumes 7-9 alone don't tell a complete story. It's a hodgepodge sandwich full of a bunch of mismatched stuff maybe, but I really feel like the people that eat the whole thing and might complain about the bad parts actually like the sandwich way more than the people who take the top piece of bread and then tell you that all that other stuff doesn't matter anymore. XD But yeah, that's just the things that I was thinking about when I saw that cameo video.

#rwde

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jrueships · 2 years ago

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..... the art kinda gagged me im ngl... i was bracing myself for like... purposefully silly or accidental..... not. not this. Mona lisa

Today I saw art of Jarred Vanderbilt getting fucked by D’Lo on ao3 so that was fun

IF YOUDU DONT TLINK THAT SHJIT RN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#WHY IS IT SO........#okay guys time to make the artist the fan of our favorite teams as well now 🥰🥰#WHY DID THIS KIND OF MAKE ME WANNA CHANGE MY OPINION OF JARRED........#like...#ure right.#dlo who is busy blowing jarred back out rn #he IS kind of 'cute'....#im very peculiar abt cabeza sizes but #from certain angles...#i can maybe agree... with u... dlo #ill tell u that when ure not busy tho bro 😭#also bttm lebron ????? THE TASTE???? HELLO #it got a lil freaky first chapter so technically switch which is YEAH as he SHOULD be!!#every GOOD KING is a SWITCH ok!!! for the POWER and the PEOPLE!!!!!!!#bttm bron im talking abt their first fic not in this chapter btw #....... i think immm.. gonna look out for updates on this #bcs this is kind of. mindblowing #genuinely was so shocked i cant explain it #i wanna know their main art site so bad like #theres so much of it??? i need to see more!!!! i must!! i have to dig into their mind!!!!! what is this! this place!!#im like jack skellington in the snow !!#THE ACCNT... I DONT EVEN THINK IT'S LOC KED UMMM????#im 😭#oh ofc ao3 user dejountemurray liked this LMFAO #thats so cute they have their own like fucked up insane nbatumblrunity over there !!#maybe this will spur that one pg/kawhi ao3 author into coming back!!!#they wrote bttm pg AND they were JUst getting into jaren/ja bro!!!!!!#im holding out hope still.... one day... please. come back 💔💔#i will buy u a vpn or whatever u need to start posting nbafics again pls im Desperate #ted asks

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nikatyler · 4 months ago

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Little more pretending than usual had to go into this because no way in hell she'd be even like sigh "alright let's do it 🙄" But look, it was a stressful crucial moment, alright. And she just broke. At least that's what we're going with until I write something else 💀

When will I finish posting screenshots from this playthrough, I don't wanna post too much but I want to show you everything 😭 Anyway, loved this entire scene. Also I was very nervous. Like actually very nervous oh my god what are you doing it's just a game calm down

YES I CRIED

yes i cried pt 2

that's not a face of an evil vampire lord that i should fear i'm sorry buddy you're just a cutie patootie covered in blood.......but fair enough, i think this is how he would get me. he'd do a puppy face and i'd be like damn anything for you sir

cringe but okay (okay no not gonna lie some parts of his speech i was like ummm…well if you say so 😏 but other parts i was like okay shut up cringelord or i'll dead serious reload)

Ulma wait, I didn't get my planned post game angst in yet and um. yeah no you wouldn't like it if you knew about everything that will go down post game

No wait. I choose to believe Gale is actually into it

Alright it's canon, she's gonna help with Myriam's post game plan, yes the one. Yes the one that will fail

(x)

#oc: myriam

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age-of-play-i-say · 2 years ago

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Daddy's Plush Replacement, pt. 2

I truly . . . this has gotten away from me, ummm, please blame @justpottytime, enjoy!

This is the best night of my life. My Daddy loves me so much.

I’ve been humping for forever, mesmerized and soft. Edging and plateuing and playing. Smelling Daddy’s shirt, the plushie cover on Teddie rubbing my nipples and winkie. I moan into Teddie’s neck, tangled in my own hair a little bit. I slow down my humpies, sit back on my knees and assess.

Teddie lay still, cock sprung free from beneath my belly.

Teddie was big. Bigger than Daddy.

My walls twitch and I hear myself whine.

No one’s here to stop me or slow me down or make me be careful, I can do what I want,

I’m not a brat, but I am an opportunist.

First thing’s first. I pull back and stand up, pulling my shirt off and tossing it to the side, now only wearing socks. I snatch a sippy that looks full of a cranberry ginger ale, my favorite soda. My heart and pussy feel warm again at the most recent reminder of Daddy’s care.

When I turn back to the bed, I find another. In another small basket on the side table is lube, a few toys, and some liberator towels. There's also a disc case, with a post-it labeled "For Tingles Only - Little or Big".

Curious, I load it into my DVD player Daddy set up for me, too little to wrangle the internet. I nearly fall back onto the daybed when Daddy's beautiful voice comes out of the speakers:

"Hi, Peanut. If you found this, you're probably still Little, which means you're indecisive but unbearably horny."

I nod to myself, trying not to get too embarrassed, overwhelmed by Daddy, despite his physical absence.

"Well, I figured I can help, since I'm so big and I know you so well!

"You have a few choices. You can use this audio, which is designed to get you off without having aaaany big thoughts whatsoever.

"First, tuck that liberator towel under Teddie's strap, just in case you get too excited."

I move to do it, feeling myself relax and drop into my body, taking instructions from Daddy with ease.

"The next two scenes you can skip to are videos for big kid tingles. One shows Daddy solo in our bed, talking about what I want to do with you, Peanut. It's very detailed.

"The other is a video at work, taken right after you told Daddy to pick up sippies with groceries after work. You called me 'Dada' during that voice memo, Peanut, and whewwww, it really made an impression."

I feel another sticky gush coat my thighs as I think of my Daddy, sweating and huffing in a stall, desperate and trying to stay quiet.

All over me saying 'Dada'.

I get several ideas at once, but I shake them out of my head for now, staying fuzzy for Daddy.

"You can decide on videos later, Peanut, for now, grab the lube in the basket and coat Teddie's strap with it. Be generous, no matter how wet you already are."

Whining, my walls already stuttering, I apply a generous amount of lube to Teddie's thingy. I'm breathing hard, but I wait for Daddy.

"Good baby! Now take the leftovers and spread a little on your peepee. Give it an extra little tug for Daddy."

I do. Sparks fly behind my closed eyes. I'm alone, there's no need to be quiet, but I feel shy.

"Stay noisy, Little One. No need to hold in your pleasure.

"Now, crawl into Teddie's lap. . .

"Good, now sit - lightly! - on his big cock. I want your entrance pulsing around his tip. . . Does that feel sooo good baby? Teddie's gonna give you a big stretch so soon! Ohhh, baby, oh mm-"

Daddy cuts off unexpectedly, right as his instructions make me clench on Teddie's big tip.

"Okay unh, ah, okay. Good Peanut. Daddy loves you so much. Okay. Sit up on your knees, relax all your tush and tummy muscles. Ready? Time to mount Teddie. Take your left hand to guide him in further. Your right should be attending to your hard little baby button in front. I'm gonna give you a moment to get settled. You're allowed to come whenever you feel it, okay Little one? Daddy trusts you. . .

"Now sit down on Teddie's cock. Good Baby."

I'm so tightly wound up. As soon as the rest of the strap slipped past my entrance, I started coming for the first time. Rocking my hips in tiny thrusts into my hand, two fingers barely grazing my throbbing little winkie, I see sparkles on the edge of my vision. I let my eyes cross and I stick my tongue out, right as I hear,

"I know it, Little One, I know it feels sooo good with Teddie filling you up. Come for Teddie, baby, come on–"

I explode, eyes closed and body and cunt quivering, milking Teddie's cock. He's so big and it feels so goooood, just like Daddy said. I still feel restless and I bring my hand back to my winkie.

I gasp. I'm still hard, still close somehow. I wrap my hand around my peepee and start polishing my flagpole the old-fashioned way.

"I think you should try to come again, baby. You can grab a toy from the basket, or just rub your peepee for Dada. Keep rubbing, Little one, just rub and rub until it feels like you're gonna explode with all the tingles!

Teddie's big cock stretching me out, the plush pressing against my tush, my legs, my privates. I wriggled a bit, and the plush provided the tactile stimulation I needed to clamp down on Teddie's strap and start keening. I jerk back once, twice, before my vision whites out and I feel another, bigger gush rush out, wetness immediately drawn down into the towel. I come for so long, the keening cuts to silence because I simply run out of air.

I feel spent, happy, and wiggly. I'm satisfied. For now. Daddy's voice floats by again, more in control of himself this time. I smile thinking of Daddy getting all hard and humpy for his baby while trying to ensure my pleasure.

"My good Peanut, I hope you had fun with this. I'm gonna wrap up here, but if you want to keep Teddie warm like you do for Daddy, by all means, please do. Love you, Peanut!" The audio scene ends and pauses automatically, screen blinking with the option to continue to the next scenes. If only I could reach the remote!

I smile and tip forward, lying on Teddie. I can really feel the stretch of his cock from this angle. Now his belly pressed in the cradle of my legs. His plush rubbed at my soft peepee, providing the perfect amount of ticklish friction. I laugh out loud, settling my head and torso on Daddy's shirt.

Feels like Dada's mustache on my baby button!

I giggle again, and the plush tickles my peepee more.

I feel so loved, happy and whole.

And relaxed. And sleepy.

Keep Teddie warm, Dada said so. My last coherent thought.

*(pee stuff after this break, some light diaper stuff, part 3 will be focused on mostly that, jsyk)*

I come to suddenly. I grab my phone to see a few hours have passed and Daddy has checked into his hotel and sent a few updates on his drive.

I think of him alone in that hotel room. Poor Daddy! At least I have Teddie and his cock to keep me company.

I roll my hips down to get some friction inside but get more than I bargained for when the plushie bear belly all around my winkie makes me squeak and gush.

I lean down to adjust the liberator towel to make sure no juices get on Teddie. He's such a clean boy. So handsome, too.

I look down to where Teddie has me speared on his cock. I grab my phone and throw out the kickstand on the bedside table. Wanna send Dada a treat, looks so tingly!

I hit record, lift Teddie's torso up to gather in my arms, and start grinding my hips back and forth and back and forth.

I'm so tight and so sensitive after my little snooze.

Sitting with Teddie's cock inside instead of riding changed his position - now his big cock head was rubbing relentlessly on my front wall.

I'm not gonna last! I realize. And reach behind the camera to pluck a small vibe out of the basket. I tuck in between my peepee and the plushie.

My eyes roll back and I start shaking immediately. My orgasm builds and builds until my eyes are closed again, orgasm building its way up my spine before my pussy clenches and I peak again, gasping and snapping my hips in Teddie’s lap.

I come down, taking note of how wet everything is underneath me. I try to catch my breath, checking the towel to make sure, and sure enough, the absorbent barrier held! I wrinkle my nose at the yucky smell, but I feel accomplished and silly.

I giggle, but it soon turns to a grimace.

Something still feels heavy in my pelvis, a bit sharp, like I need to come again. I had intended to stop the recording and keep warming Teddie, but as soon as I bounce my hips once more, I know that’s not in the cards.

My eyes fly open in recognition and I toss the vibe in the basket, knocking my phone sideways. I think of the potty corner and scrunch up my face, scrambling off Teddie with shaking legs.

The smell of my squirties wafts up from the saturated towel and my cheeks redden with a whimper. Those weren't all just cummies. I forgot I had slept a few hours and- I look around and find the empty sippy that held a full soda. No wonder my poor baby bladder is bursting!

Using my big kid muscle, I just barely make it to the ground without leaks.

Am I naughty? Wanna be good for Daddy.

“Am good! Am good baby! Didn’ know ‘bout potties - and Teddie’s all dry!” I reason with myself aloud, trying not to panic.

I had managed not to wet Teddie, as Daddy asked, but I could feel the pressure rising again, my poor bladder tired from the pounding it had just received. I grabbed at my baby parts, squealing when I made contact with my oversensitive little tdick.

A leak escaped, freely dribbling onto the carpet. My eyes find the basket of diapers and I press my thighs together, shuffling low and slow towards my corner in hopes I can make it to my relief.

#maple writes #maple speaks #Daddy and Peanut #ab/dl post #mind the in story content alert #I know some people love ag4play without p3e so don't say I never did anything for you

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mrstellmeafuckingsecret · 1 day ago

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hihihi

I saw your post abt walburga black and her relationship with Sirius black and I came RUNNING

I loovee hearing people's opinions on siriuss relationship with either of his parents and your ideas are just 🤌

If you don't mind can you give me some of your headcanons abt the noble and most ancient house of black (not necessarily sirius)

I love you ❤️ hope you have a lovely day week month whatever (sorry if this has weird structure english isnt my primary lang and i dont post asks often/at all)

(Also maybe an odd qn but how the hell do u dm someone on tumblr im acc stressed i wanna yap to so many ppl but i cannntttt 😭😭)

AHH I LOVE YOU I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THE BLACKS <33 ALSO IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE !!

btw you can dm someone by going on their profile and clicking the speech-bubble-thing with the plus sign in it ! it's like upper right corner on phone . youve prbly found this out by now but umm just in case !

umum head canons !! walburga centered because yes <3

tw: infertility, miscarriage, abortion (but she gave it to herself...), baby-trapping, underaged (non-con?) sex, (implied) cosca,

she definitely has OCD. i have another post about this but like she's so OCD to me

also, it isn't a walburga post if i dont mention i hc her with bipolar disorder

was basically the one who raised her brothers and when she grew up she wanted to have kids of her own to spite her father and to prove she would be a better parent

i hc her to be in love with someone before orion, like a first-love kind of thing but i can't figure out who. let's call him Dave for now

okay her and dave started dating when they were thirteen and walburga was very set on baby-trapping him

it didn't work because um. dave didn't want to have sex,,, because he was also thirteen...

but like whatever and walburga loved him anyway and they dated a while more

till walburga psycho sexual family issues came into play and her need need need to get married and start a family got so bad she barely stopped thinking about it

this was around when she was 15-16ish

yeah... the ocd and bipolar and her 49738 mental issues were coming into play

so dave and her separated peak manic episode, sixth year

(her choice, obviously)

and she became very interested in the second year, orion black !!!

and um . well orion was like 12 so he didn't have much of a choice but to go along with whatever she wanted

but um. what she wanted was a child but walburga just. could not get pregant

no matter what she did

but they still got married when orion was 17 !

and orion is just dissociating through this btw

and walburga is veryyy angry through this

and orion hates her

but is way too scared of her to actually say something

and then walburga gets pregnant <333

after. like. years.

after her younger brother (who she raised!!!) has had his first child !!

and well. alphard is there too but he's always been weird and wasn't really expected to do anything great so she's not bothered by him

but um !! she's pregnant and it is literally the best day of her life

orion is blending into the curtains btw

he knows the happy periods don't always last very long

which they don't. because walburga gives herself an abortion in a manic episode

and it's just.

it's so much worse for so long

it happens once more before sirius is born

and then once walburga is actually pregnant with sirius no one let's her out of their sight for very long

rip wizards you would've loved meds,

but ummm once sirius is born she litr loves him sosoossoosososoosoososoosossoso much <333

and um she has another son too something named rufus or rudolph or something

she doesn't give him much attention...

umumum okay this is long enough !!!

this is so dark im sorry !!!

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lavender-espurr · 10 months ago

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HIIII HELLO WELCOME TO MY BLOG!!!!! im rinja and i go by they/them!!!!!! anyways ive decided i shojkd make a blog too. i thought it wojld be pretty fun!!!! also im 21 sooo keep that in mind if thats important to you!!!!!

im from lavender town but maybe youve already realized that by my url!!!! got my starter in kalos though when me and my family moved here!!!!!!! anywayd um. ummm. currently im in paldea its very fun here i thimk!!!!

pelipper mail and all that is always on!!!! pelipper malice is fine too actually!!!! oh oh and musharna mail and musharna malice is fine as well!!!! guys im CURIOUS!!!!!!

but anywaysssss NOW TO MY POKEMON TEAM!!!!!

Espurr - Rinja - yeah dont be surprised they have the same name as me!!!! this little guy has been on my team since i was 12 when i moved to kalos!!!!

Nihilego - Niviria - AWWW NIVIRIA <3 <3 <3 look at them arent they cute and nice. they tend to rest on my head a lot i think its very cute <3 people have sometimes said stuff about them but???? why WOULD any of you say bad stuff about them????? what did they do to you??????

Hypno - Hitzers - oooughh Hitzers :) yyou know ive seen people not like this pokemon species very much but i always loved them!!!! and hes very friendly

Porygon-Z - Glitch - okay guys can i just say. can i just say ive met them while i was insome very. VEEERY bad conditions but theyve stayed with me even when i managed to get back. THEYVE KINDA REMINDED ME OF ME EVEN!!!!!

Gengar - Genlis - this one has actually been with me since i was a lil kid!!!!! im from lavender like ive said and i always loved the ghosts here!!!!!! i remember when he was just a gastly too!!!!

Parasect - Saori - you know i actually love bug types and paras and parasect have always fascinated me........ actually people have COMPARED me to her so. uhhhhhhh. yeah im sure its fine!!!!!!

//ooc under the cut. it also includes a reference of the trainer that uses this blog!

Hi!! Anyways, I'm Rinja myself, main blog is @rinja-espurr, and I also use they/them

everything ooc will be written //like that

The character in the blog is a.... host of nihilego for like what, 7-8 years at this point? So keep that in mind. Their style of talking may be a bit.... unusual for that reason, expect typos and a LOT of exclamation points and stuff like that. Also PLEASEEE remember that nihilego's neurotoxin does NOT let the nihilego control the host directly, it does, however, puts them in a state of an extreme excitement, takes away the host's sense of inhibition and amplifies their natural capabilities to an extreme extent. theyre not POSSESSED by it, theyre just. well. influenced by it intensely. they are NOT normal about nihilego

once again, pelipper mail, pelipper malice, musharna mail and musharna malice are all fine! in-character anon hate is fine too, after all, this is just a pokemon irl blog!

anyone from the pokemon irl community can interact! or not even from the community just..... please keep everything in-character

every pokemon has their own tag btw. theyre all in the tags of this post too

heres them btw!

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokeblog roleplay #pokeblog irl #pokeblog intro #//all the pokemon tags:#rinja the espurr #niviria the nihilego #hitzers the hypno #glitch the porygon z #genlis the gengar #saori the parasect #//thats gonna be fun #//thats gonna be SO fun

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clickerflight · 1 year ago

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Esial: Part 7 - Forms

Masterlist

Part 6

Me, every time I post in this story: Here comes the boy! Hello boy! Welcome! There he is!

Content: Vampire whumpee, police station setting (mild and not for the whole post), grief, man out of time, mention of healing injuries from previous parts

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Esial sat in a quiet room. There was a looking glass in here, and after watching himself for ages, he started to grow more and more afraid, sensing that he wasn’t the only person watching himself, eventually hiding under the table, curled up on the floor.

He wrapped his arms around his stomach and grimaced. He was starving. He still ached in places where the healing had slowed down, and it took all he had to not pick at the scabs on his arm.

The door opened and he rolled to see who was coming through. It was Joseph, holding what smelled like a bowl of blood.

"Hey," he said, and he was much quieter and gentler than before. "Do you want to come out?"

The very idea nade Esial's breath hitch and he shook his head.

"Okay. I'll slide this to you."

Joseph knelt down and pushed the bowl forward. Esial took it and drank the blood quickly, licking the bowl to get as much out as he could.

"Woah. Do you need more?" Joseph asked.

Esial nodded.

"I'll be back."

Joseph left and Esial kneaded his stomach. It hurt still, though he didn't know if it was because he was scared or because he was still hungry. The wounds on his arms were starting to heal up quickly and the last of the aches in his legs and ribs faded.

Joseph came back with the bowl refilled and a blanket under one arm. He passed both to Esial and Esial ate first and then wrapped up in the blanket, glad for the extra protection.

"Alright," Joseph said soothingly. "First of all, I'm sorry."

"What?" Esial asked, confused. He tried to think of what Joseph had done that would warrant an apology, but couldn't come up with anything. Maybe Joseph was sorry that he didn't let Esial make sure Kyle was safe?

"Yeah. I didn't explain what was going on," Joseph said. "You are probably very confused."

Esial nodded.

"And you didn't know what they were doing with Kyle."

He nodded again.

"And you went to go find him to make sure he was okay. And got very hurt in the process."

Esial shrugged. That didn't really matter.

"So, I'll try and explain this, and if you are even slightly confused, say so."

"I'm confused."

"Now, hold on. We haven't started yet."

"Oh. Okay."

"Alright. So. You were around when there were Pharaohs, yes?"

"Yes."

"Okay. You have been, ummm, out of it for a really really long time. There are no Pharaohs anymore and you are very far away from where you used to live."

"Where am I?"

"This country is called America. This city is called Keaton. This is a police station."

"What is a police station?"

Joseph shifted, getting more comfortable as he said. "Well, police are people who keep people safe and make sure people aren't breaking the rules. A police station is where they gather and record people who broke the rules."

Esial realized something very quickly. "I broke the rules."

"A few of them, yes," Joseph replied with a strangely amused expression on his face.

Esial dug his fingers into his blanket. "What are they going to do to me?"

"Nothing bad. They understand your situation now, and I'm here to help, okay?"

"Okay."

"Now, let's go over what happened. I'm a little confused myself so maybe you can help me understand. When I left the room, what did you do?"

"Um... I wanted to find Kyle."

"And why did you grab the sheets to wear?"

"These?" Esial asked, plucking at his clothing.

"Yes."

"They're.... better. I don't like shirts and pants."

"Okay. Is this more like what you used to wear?"

"Yes."

"That makes sense," Joseph said with a nod. "Okay, and then you left through the window. Then what happened?"

"I found Kyle's smell and then found the smell of the thing that took him away."

"The smell of the ambulance?"

"Um...... yes?"

"Okay. Then what."

"I followed it."

Joseph nodded. "There was a report about someone hitting a person with their car. Did you get hit by something?"

"Yes, but I am healed now."

"Okay," Joseph said, a strange look on his face again. "And did you end up scaring a guy on your way to the hospital?"

"Um. What's a hospital?"

"We'll get there. Did you scare someone?"

"Yeah, I didn't mean, well, I did. I wanted to find Kyle."

"Okay, fair enough. That building you found Kyle in is called a hospital. It's a place people go to when they get hurt so they can be healed. The people who were working on Kyle are called doctors. They were trying to clean his wound when you got there."

"I... I chased out the healers?" Esial asked, aghast. "Is Kyle going to be okay!?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Joseph said soothingly. "The healers got him closed up and now he just has to heal."

Esial sighed, relieved.

"What you did was very dangerous, and you hurt a few people in the hospital while you were trying to get to Kyle. You're not in a lot of trouble. Kyle explained enough to the police about what happened and what your situation is and-"

"Situation?"

"Yeah. The, ahh, what happened to you and what's going through your head and everything. The police know and they're giving me to take care of you. You won't be in trouble as long as you don't run away and do anything like what just happened. At least talk to me first."

Esial nodded.

"Now, can I see your teeth?"

Esial opened his mouth and Joseph nodded. "You're an Originus vampire. Did you have other vampires that you lived with?"

"No."

"Did you hate being alone?"

"No."

"Okay. That makes you a Ferox Originus, then. And, uh, earlier you said you just wanted your crocodiles?"

"I.... took care of a pair of crocodiles for a while," Esial said, a little shyly. "I would go spend time with them when I needed to. I just..... I miss them."

"I see. I'm really sorry, man."

Esial nodded.

"Well, we have a couple of hours before the sun rises. You burn in the sun, right?"

"I do... don't you?"

"No. I'm a different kind of vampire. How about I take you to the rehab center and you can get some sleep, hmmm? This room isn't very comfortable."

Esial allowed Joseph to help him out from under the table and shuffled along behind him as he opened the door.

"You said it would be alright if I take him, right?" Joseph asked the man standing nearby.

"Yup. You should stop at the desk to fill out some forms and you're good to go."

"Great! Thanks."

Joseph stopped in front of a table covered in all manner of strange things, accepting thin sheets with symbols marked on it. He started to write on them and Esial tapped the table.

"Desk?"

"Yes," Joseph said.

"And those are forms?"

"Yes."

Joseph finished the last form with a flourish and put down the writing tool.

"Okay, we can go."

Joseph followed quickly out onto the flat rock outside of the station. Joseph pointed to a car and opened the door, getting in.

Esial stood there, looking at the car door. He wrapped his fingers around the bar in the divot of the door and pulled it experimentally.

The door came open to his surprise and he got in rather awkwardly, unsure of how it was supposed to work, but guessing from the suppressed snort Joseph tried to hide, hopping in to land with your knees on the chair was not the right way. He pulled the door closed, hearing the satisfying click, and he sat, wrapping the blanket tightly around him and turned to look out the window.

The car started to move, and Esial watched carefully, looking over to Joseph to see what he was doing to make the car move.

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Esial was very glad when the car ride was over. Joseph had asked him a lot of questions, and while they seemed friendly enough, Esial was tired and he was starting to lose his grasp on this very strange language.

They drove through some gates and into a place with a whole set of buildings, all different shapes and sizes like a complex village hidden in the city.

"We just have to make you a file and then you can lay down, okay?" Joseph said warmly, and Esial just nodded. He hoped that files didn't take too long to make, whatever they were.

They took forever. Esial rocked back and forth, eyes closed as he waited. He didn’t even bother to try and understand Joseph while he muttered over more forms. Finally, Joseph took his arm and led him to a door. It opened to a tunnel made of glass, the sun rising now over the horizon.

Esial watched it numbly before they entered a new building. Everything was so big and strange. Where were all the tools for living? It didn’t make sense.

Joseph opened a door, still talking, though he stopped when he asked something and all he got was a befuddled look in response. He instead led Esial to a little room, dark and cozy with a bed set and ready.

Esial would have jumped into it for joy if he had the energy. He instead crawled in, burrowing into the blankets and did not even care to see if Joseph had left before he closed his eyes and passed out.

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Joseph couldn't stop pacing around and around the kitchen as Muir sat, sipping at some coffee over his dinner. Muir was multitasking, reading through a file he needed to understand for the case he was currently on, while listening to his bondmate rant.

"You should have seen him, Josh!" he exclaimed. "When I finally found him he was hiding under a table! Covered in dry blood and still injured. He had no idea what's going on and I don't know what to do for him. Nothing is familiar for him and I don't know what to do! He mentioned that all he wanted was his crocodiles! I mean, it's not like I can go back in time, but I wish I could, you know? I want to give him something!"

"Just spend time with him," Muir suggested, turning the page in his file, frowning as he mouthed the words of a detail that didn't add up. "He'll need someone to just be there for him."

"I would, but it's my night off and you and I were going to go to the museum!"

"We can reschedule-"

"No! We've already put it off once. I will lose my mind if we don't get to go before the roman exhibits close!"

Muir smirked. "Then he'll have to make do for the day. You can't have your cake and eat it too, Seph."

"AUgh! I need to do something!"

Muir looked up from his files thoughtfully. "Well, here's an idea. We'll sleep till 5, don't lie to me, I know you haven't slept since the day before Kyle got shot. Then, we'll stop by the store and see if we can't find some crocodile toys for him, drop that off, and go to the museum. Okay? It'll probably give him some comfort having something to hold onto like that."

Joseph thought it over for a minute and nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Josh."

"Course," Muir said, turning his attention back to his files. "Now, you should really get off to bed."

"Only if you do."

Muir sighed, rolling his eyes, but he closed the file anyways and went to get ready for bed.

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Esial woke up disoriented. He looked around the unfamiliar darkened room, getting more and more worked up. The place smells odd. He had never smelled so many vampires in one place, but they were all wrong, all different.

He looked down at the blankets and, not for the first or last time, found himself frustrated to tears that he didn't know what they were made of.

His gaze wandered to the end of the bed where two strange objects sat. He stared at them and leaned forward, touching their rough backs. They were too small to be adult crocodiles, but not proportioned right to be babies and they didn't have any blood inside of them.

He lifted one up to his nose, and only got that unidentifiable smell that seemed to come from so many objects he'd encountered so far. He did smell Joseph's scent as well as another vampire he didn't recognize on it.

They were gifts, then. Incredibly realistic toys. Esial stared down at the crocodile before reaching for the other, curling them to his chest and crying into the pillow. They weren't real, but he would rather die than let them go.

Part 8

Esial: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump @writereleaserepeat @tragedyinblue @hyrules-sleepiest-knight

From Dust to Ashes: @whumpsday @writereleaserepeat @currentlyinthespiral @pigeonwhumps

#whump #esial #vampire whumpee #grief #man out of time #healing injuries #you see that boy?#that boy right there?#that's my boy #i love him

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