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That Wresting Moment: One wrestler steals the spotlight - Aryx Quinn & Brenden Cage v Jake Lyons & Landon Mycles (Can-am.com)

Sometimes a tag team match is really just a ploy to get your hands on one of those sexy jobbers.  It's happens when one member of the tag team is so magnetic, so irresistible, that he completely steals the show.  Enter Landon Mycles ...

Aryx Quinn & Brenden Cage v Jake Lyons & Landon Mycles (Can-am.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

From the very beginning our foursome is really a threesome with Landon at the center of it.  Both Aryx and Brenden say they're here for a tag team match but really they're both after Landon and a crack at his amazing body.  Like a good wingman, poor Jake is pretty much left off of most scenes as all those hungry eyes lock on to our blond, sexy spotlight, Landon. 

The Action

Now don't let that pretty Landon "The Heartbreaker" Mycles fool you.  Those muscles are not just for show and the guy can do some real damage, even up against two bigger beefy pro studs like Aryx and Brenden.  They both want him but Landon is not going to make it easy and he really messes these two up with those powerful arms and massive thighs.  

That is until our two heels double team the poor guy and no man, no matter how powerful can beat those odds.  I mean check out this brutality: 

The Moment 

So let's be real, we came here for our stud Landon and the guy really does shine in this match.  Making this match even sexier is the fact that one-on-one our heels are no match for him and they had to stack the odds in order to win.  Boy do they enjoy their winnings here ... 

Brenden just can't help himself when he's around all that golden muscle.

It's Aryx however who gets the better of him and thoroughly enjoys the sweaty, glistening perfection that is Landon Mycles.  

In fact, he gets so lost in his opponent's He-man body that he forgets himself and suffers the consequences.  I mean, I can't blame the guy - Aryx flew too close to the sun and got burned by that sexy jobber that stole the spotlight. 

Aryx, humiliated and put out but still completely satisfied.  I'm sure he's thinking ... "totally worth it".

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A Light in the Dark 🕯️

Chapter 4: Land of the Free, Home of the Brutal

Lucy x Cooper Howard / The Ghoul

In this chapter…

The bounty hunter turned back to her. “You alright?”

Lucy shook her head. “I don't know… I mean… I should be grateful that I got to grow up in a safe place where people aren't constantly killing each other, but…”

The old wastelander turned away again, then said thoughtfully, “Man wasn’t made to live in a cage. We’re animals. Same as any.”

“Yeah…” She said, her voice soft and forlorn. “I donno… there’s just… so much more out here than I ever imagined… Back in my vault, everything was… regulated, regimented. You were told what to do, what to think, how to feel. Everything was so… controlled… Then, I come up here and it’s…” She shook her head. “It’s violent and chaotic and brutal, but… it’s real.”

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Summary: As they begin their journey across the Wasteland, Lucy is very angry and fearful towards the Ghoul, but she wants answers. He, however, is harboring secret feelings for Lucy ever since she saved his life. Having not been with anyone since Barb, and believing she would never feel the same, the bounty hunter has to deal with these feelings on his own. Little does he know, Lucy finds herself having inexplicable feelings for him as well, and struggling to make sense of them.

Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Casual Sex Lucy and No Wait Let Me Court You Cooper, Cooper is touch-starved and rusty in bed, He’s also self-conscious about his body, Ghoul channels old romantic Cooper, Lucy is confused by strange surface dweller mating customs, She helps him discover his old self, He helps her discover her true self, Did I mention there would be angst

Rating: Mature - Word Count: 4,723

SPOILER WARNING: Contains all the spoilers. No trigger warnings except eventual sexy time with a zombie man and lots of angst.

Once they started walking, Lucy strolled briskly ahead of The Ghoul, with her chin held high and a smirk on her face. Feeling rather confident, but also a bit nervous. She wasn’t sure what had come over her. That was nothing like what those conflict resolution courses had taught her to do back in the vault. But it sure as hell felt good.

The vault dweller was starting to surprise herself. Wilzig has told her that if she were going to survive, she would have to adapt. And she was. She was adapting. The realization that she was starting to get acquainted with a part of herself she didn't even know was both exciting and terrifying. In the past, she always put considerable effort into being fair and civil when resolving issues with others. Never threatening with violence. But, thanks to the Ghoul, she had to learn quickly that… that kind of diplomacy wasn't gonna cut it up here. Still, it was pure posturing. Lucy knew she could never overpower The Ghoul. She could never beat him in a gun fight or a fist fight or probably even a pillow fight. But the last thing she was going to do is roll over and take his bullshit anymore. After several near-death experiences, her patience had run thin. 

“Hey, Vaulty… Slow down.” She heard him grunt behind her. “I ain’t no spring chicken, ya know.” 

“Oh! I’m sorry.” The vault dweller said and spun around, continuing to walk backwards, with a contemptuous scowl on her face. “Would you like me to put a rope around your neck and drag you?”

“Huh.” The Ghoul grunted again as he stared at her, jutting out his chin. “Behind you.”

The vault dweller heard the buzz right away, and turned around just in time to see a giant bug flying towards her. 

Her companion fired, splashing it's innards everywhere, before Lucy could even let out a yelp. 

“Jesus!” She screamed as she tried to shake the bug juice off her. 

The bounty hunter laughed. “Better not get too cocky.” He said and eyed the pistol on her belt. “By the way… you any good with that thang?” 

Lucy looked up at him, trying to wipe the slime off her arms. “...The pistol?”

“Yeah.”

“I can shoot.” She said, turning away and focusing on cleaning herself off. 

“You sure?” He said, walking towards her. “It's more complicated than you might thank...” 

“I can shoot.” The vault dweller insisted in annoyance. 

The wastelander tilted his head slightly. “Alright… Well, I hope so. You're gonna need it…” He looked around a moment. “ In fact, maybe we should do some target practice before we run into some real trouble...” 

She quickly spun around to face him and shrugged, waving her slimy hands at him. “Hey, I've got an idea. Maybe I'll use your face for target practice. Then you can tell me if I'm any good or not.” She hissed, then turned and kept walking.

“Ah. Well… I suppose that would settle it.” He joked as he watched her stomp ahead of him.

Lucy paused and looked around a moment, then back at him. “...You sure this is the right way?” 

“Sure is. Just keep yer eye out.”

She exhaled in frustration, then turned away from him and looked up, finding herself standing at the edge of a deep, dark forest.

The trees …

They had to be one of the most breathtaking things she’d seen since she came to the surface. Even though she’d seen plenty of pictures growing up… witnessing the sheer scale of them in person - the way they stretched up towards the sky and towered over her - was a completely different experience. Every time she came across them, she had to pause. Their looming presence and delicate beauty, drawing her eyes up towards the canopy.  

“Scared, Vaulty?” The Ghoul teased.

The vault dweller ignored him, not letting him interrupt her moment. But despite it's beauty, she trembled. Even though she'd trekked through a forest before, now she was a lot more aware of the horrors that could be lurking among the seemingly peaceful scenery. 

She still had nightmares about that damn Gulper. 

“What do we gotta look out for?”

“Out here?” The Ghoul stepped up next to her, craning his head up at the tall oaks and pines. “Mostly just bugs. Probably…” He smirked. “Like that cazador you was makin’ friends with back there.” 

She turned her head towards him, her expression unamused. “What else could be in there?”

“Well, there could be anythang.” He said as he brought his gaze back down and shrugged his shoulders. “Raiders. Supermutants. Deathclaws. Ya never really know.” 

“I thought this way we’re supposed to be avoiding the Deathclaws.”

He just looked at her and shrugged again. “Like I said. Ya never know.” 

She huffed, blowing her hair out of her face in annoyance, and crept carefully into the dense trees.

As they continued on, she admired how the light of the midday sun trickled through the canopy. Flooding the forest with glistening beams of light. The buzzing of the (normal sized) insects filled the air, along with the melodic chirping of (unmutated) birds and other wildlife. It amazed her how even after so much destruction, there were still places where the world brimmed with so much natural life.

She must have been smiling without realizing it, because The Ghoul saw fit to point it out. 

“Enjoying yourself?” 

Lucy turned to him, furrowing her brow and glaring. “Until you start talking, yeah.”

“Huh… So mean.” The Ghoul snickered, then turned to Dogmeat. “Why she so mean to me, huh?” 

“Tch…” She scoffed, looking away. “I'm mean.” 

“Big ‘ol meanie.”

They continued in silence for a while, until suddenly he whispered sharply to her, breaking her from her thoughts. “Hey! Get down!” he said, taking cover behind a tree.

She quickly found a tree to hide behind as well. “What is it?” 

The Ghoul pointed a gloved finger out ahead. “There she is.” He said quietly as he peered past the tree and a smile formed on his face.

Lucy looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a rather unsettling looking creature. “That's a… rad horse?” 

Dogmeat whined quietly as she eyed the animal. 

“Shh… Dogmeat.” The bounty hunter said, motioning to the dog to lay low. To which the canine obediently crouched and licked her lips in excitement. 

“Stay here.” He said, turning to Lucy as he pulled out his lasso, then started creeping towards the mutated horse. “Take notes.”

She glared at him a moment, but watched diligently. 

With a surprising amount of finesse for such an old coot, The Ghoul approached the radhorse with the stealth of a wolf on the hunt, readying the rope with an expert touch. 

 Lucy remembered when he used that rope on her, and it made her even more pissed off.

The bounty hunter closed in, spun the lasso into the air, and tossed it at the radhorse, expertly landing it around the beast's neck. 

Her eyes widened as the monstrous creature let out a horrifying howl. Not quite a normal horse's neigh, but more like a scream. 

“Whoa!” he shouted as it rose to its hind legs and thrashed its head, dragging him closer and nearly knocking him down. 

But he stood his ground as he fought to get control over the animal. He certainly seemed to have more experience with horses than gulpers, Lucy thought. 

“Hya! Hya!” The Ghoul called out as he pulled in the rope, gradually forcing the creature into submission, until he was face to face with its rotting carcass of a head as it spat and grunted in protest. 

“Ha-ha!” He barked victoriously. “That's right. Easy, girl.” Then, with a surprisingly gentle touch, he rubbed the creature's long muzzle. “That's a good horse.”

She smiled as she watched, finding herself quite fascinated, but also excited about the prospect of riding this thing.

As he pulled his old body up onto the horse, she slowly approached.

He grinned from atop its back when he noticed her. “There, you see? You just gotta show ‘em who’s boss!” Then he reached out to Lucy, offering his hand to help her climb up. “Come on now. Let's get a move on.”

With some hesitation, Lucy reached up and took his hand, letting him pull her up to sit behind him. 

Although she wanted to ride, she also felt rather uncomfortable suddenly being so close to The Ghoul. He was like… right there. “Oookay… so… we’re just gonna… ride this thing?” Lucy said with a lot of concern in her voice as she tried to keep herself steady. 

“Yup.” He smirked, tying the rope around the horse's head to use as makeshift reigns. “You best hold onto somethin’.”

“Like wha–!!” She was cut off when the bounty hunter clicked his teeth and the horse suddenly rose to its hind legs, letting out a raspy scream before it started galloping ahead.

With nothing else to hold onto, Lucy had no choice but to throw her arms around The Ghoul’s torso and hang on for dear life. “Gahhhh!!!”

“Yeah!!” He laughed in excitement, grabbing onto Lucy’s arms to make sure she didn’t fly away.

“Oh my God!!” She screamed and buried her face in his back, squeezing her eyes shut and praying she wasn’t about to die.

“Whoa, girl!” He shouted excitedly. “That’s it! Ha ha!” 

One thing the vault dweller was not anticipating was the way being on the horse jerked and tossed her body around. She was used to living in a vault, where everything was in walking distance. They had no need for transportation. She’d never moved this fast in her life.

The speed made the blood rush to her head. She felt a welling come up from her stomach, and expel from her mouth laughter that was both terrified and excited. 

Oh my God!! Oh my God!!!” She kept screaming.

“What's the matter, Vaulty? I thought ya wanted a' ride a horse?” He shouted tauntingly as they sped through the forest. “Ain't this everythang ya ever dreamed it would be?”

“I’m gonna throw up!!” She cried out, still unable to open her eyes and genuinely feeling nauseous.

The bounty hunter let out a hearty laugh. “Alright, alright. I’ll give ya a break. Don’t want’cha pukin’ on my good coat.” He joked, then pulled on the rope to coax the horse to a steadier pace.

Lucy finally got her bearings, realizing she was clinging onto him, then finally let go. “I-I'm sorry!”

“I’m just glad you didn't fly off.” he laughed. “Coulda put you up front. Then we'd be real cozy.”

Lucy's eye twitched a little. She couldn't tell, but it almost sounded like he was trying to flirt with her… “Ugh… no thanks.”

The two rode at a steady pace for a while with Dogmeat patrolling beside them, who was sure to investigate any sign of life she came across. Lucy found the ride to be a lot less fun and exciting and a lot more uncomfortable and unpleasant than she imagined. Mainly because of the man sitting in front of her. If he'd been a handsome, good man… like Cooper Howard, for example… maybe she'd enjoy it a bit more. 

But no. It had to be The Ghoul she was sharing this experience with. Her stomach muscles ached from trying to lean back away from him. She felt disgusted, being so close to him, and wanted nothing more than to take a shower after having touched that filthy coat. He smelled like a combination of dirt, gunpowder and cigarettes. An earthy, smoky, slightly damp-ish smell. Which was better than what she expected, but still not very nice. 

Lucy tried to distract herself by focusing on the environment around them. As the day drifted late into the evening, the intense golden-orange rays of the sun pierced through the great green canopy above, and she again found herself admiring its delicate beauty. And as they approached a body of water, the shimmering waves reflected the light even brighter. 

The Ghoul directed the radhorse to stop, looking out at the lake before them. “This should be a good place to rest for the night.” 

She eyed the seemingly calm scenery and glared suspiciously. “You sure this is safe? …What about gulpers? ”

“Ain't never seen a gulper ‘round these parts.” He half-heartedly assured her. “Lakelurks more wha’cha gotta worry ‘bout.” 

“...What's a lakelurk?” 

“You'll find out eventually.” 

Lucy huffed, then jerked her head back as he suddenly turned to look over his shoulder at her. “Alright. Come on, now. Scoot.” 

She blinked. “Oh… right.” Then hopped off the horse.

He followed suit and quickly got to work setting up a spot to camp. Tying the radhorse to a nearby tree where there was plenty of vegetation for it to nibble on, and enough slack on the rope where it could reach the lake for water. He didn’t make a fire this time, not with the wide open lake before them where plenty of prying eyes could see. Lucy did her part, picking up twigs and brush to clear a place to sleep, and kept her eye on the water for any sign of those… lakelurk things.

After making a quick scope of the area, The Ghoul pulled out the sack of leftover molerat and sat down on a fallen tree with Dogmeat excitedly taking a spot in front of him, hungrily licking her lips.

“We outta fill up on water while we're here, Vaulty.” He said, looking out at the lake as Lucy approached, and pulling out a handful of meat. “This lake is cleaner than most.”

Dogmeat whined and shuffled her paws in front of him. The wastelander threw her a piece before starting to gnaw on one himself. 

Lucy sat down on the log as well - keeping some distance as she'd spent enough time in uncomfortably close proximity to him - then held out her hand.

Without a word, he handed her the bag. 

The vault dweller took out a couple pieces, then placed it down between them.

The two sat in silence for a while as they ate. It was a silence that Lucy appreciated. It gave her a moment to listen to the sound of the water. The swish of the gentle waves as they washed in and out from the shore. Only interrupted by Dogmeat whining for more food, and the occasional cough from The Ghoul.  

She then found herself fixated on the sight of the sun settling behind the lake and hills beyond. Even with the silhouettes of crumbling ruins in the distance - the bright, multicolored sky and the sparkling waters beneath was an incredible sight. 

The Ghoul must have noticed her gaze, as he said something then that she found quite unexpected. “...Beautiful, ain't it?”

Lucy blinked, then looked at him. “...What?”

“The sunset…”

The vault dweller turned, shifting her eyes back out to the scene before them. She wasn’t sure what to say, and was a little annoyed. The way he was commenting on the beauty of nature, like he was some kinda sensitive soul. Still… she simply replied, “...Yeah.”

“Even after two-hundred years… it never gets old.”

Lucy blinked again, glancing over at him a moment, although he didn't look back. As she averted her eyes and again looked up at where the sun touched the water, a thought came to her mind. “Two-hundred years…” she repeated as the reality of his age finally sunk in. “So many sunsets…”

He nodded. “Sure is.”

Slowly, her face took on a subtle expression of sadness and loss. “You've seen so many…” Then she looked down at the ground. “Me, I've only seen… just a handful...”

“Mmm…” The bounty hunter nodded in acknowledgement, keeping his eyes forward. 

“...Back in my vault, we had this… projector.” The vault dweller said thoughtfully. “Every night… it would show a sunset. The same one every night.” She fidgeted with the food in her hands, idly turning and turning it. “I suppose… I got it in my head that... that's just what sunsets looked like. But… since I came up here… every single one has been completely different. Every single one is unique... And every single one is… absolutely breathtaking..." She turned her head down and shrugged a little, suddenly looking a bit embarrassed. "I mean... I'm sure everyone up here takes it for granted... but for me its...” 

The Ghoul stopped chewing and looked over at her, a realization suddenly hitting him as well. He turned back and thought a moment before responding. “You know… I can’t even imagine what it must be like never bein’ outside yer whole life.” 

Lucy sunk a little more, her eyes drifting to the ground as an inexplicable feeling of grief came over her. 

Noticing her silence, the old bounty hunter turned back to her. “...You alright?”

She shook her head and shrugged. “I don't know… I mean… I should be grateful that I got to grow up in a safe place where people aren't constantly killing each other, but… there are things up here that… I donno…”

The old wastelander turned away again, then said thoughtfully, “Man wasn’t made to be locked in a cage. We’re animals. Same as any.”

“Yeah…” She said, her voice soft and forlorn. “I donno… there’s just… so much more out here than I ever imagined… There’s so much to see, so much to experience… Back in my vault, everything was… regulated, regimented. You were told what to do, what to think, how to feel. Everything was so… controlled… Then, I come up here and it’s…” She shook her head. “I mean… it’s violent and chaotic and brutal, but… it’s real.”

The Ghoul nodded, then replied. “You know... I had'a opportunity to get in one'a them vaults once.”

She looked up at him. “Really? …What happened?” 

“Well… I turned it down,” he said and took another bite of the molerat meat.

“You did?” Lucy lifted her head a bit higher, looking at him with shock and disbelief. “Why would you do that?” 

“‘Cause a’ all the thangs you just said.” The wastelander scowled as he looked out at the lake. “I didn't fight for our freedom in'a war just'a let some company control my life.” He turned to her, looking at her with serious indignation. “Vault-tec… they ain't no saviors. They didn't give a damn 'bout savin' America, or the world, or nothin’. They just about profits, like any other corporation.” 

She returned his stare with reluctant defeat. 

“You've seen it. You might’a been indoctrinated yer whole life, but yer smart. You see...” 

The vault dweller blinked, then looked away. “I don't understand… how could anyone prioritize money over human life…?” 

“Huh…” The bounty hunter chuckled. 

She shook her head. “...No. You're right.” Then looked away. “People do it all the time.” 

“Guilty as charged.” The Ghoul acknowledged. 

“But in the face of complete extinction? I mean… if their goal is to make money, it seems like letting humanity die out would be pretty counter intuitive...”

“Oh, it's even worse than that.” He said, aggressively gnawing on more molerat and spitting out some of the tougher, burnt pieces. “These delusional fuckers thought they were gonna create some kinda fuckin’ utopia up here. By killin’ off everyone except the people in they own damn company. Hell, even the folks who shelled out millions a’ dollars to get a spot in them vaults weren't safe.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Most’a the vaults weren't even meant for people to live in, no matter how rich ya were. See, Vault-tec sold off most’a their vaults to some’a the biggest companies in America. One’s wanted a way to do unethical shit without nobody sayin’ nothin’ ‘bout it. Most’a the people who went in them damn vaults just wound up bein’ test subjects for all kinds’a fucked up experiments.”

Lucy stared at him a moment, then looked down, remembering the question she was asked by the Overseer of Vault 4. He’d asked her what the experiment in her vault was. It was a question she didn't want to think about. But now, being told this, the revelations from her father and Moldaver - realizing how little she actually knew, how much she’d been in the dark… it made her sick to her stomach. 

What… was the experiment in her vault?

The vault dweller sat in thoughtful silence for a moment. “...What else do you know?” She asked, then looked back up at him. 

“Hmm… Well, I know how ta play a mean game a’ Rummy.” He joked.

“Come on… What else do you know about Vault-Tec…?” She leaned in, her eyes pleading. “Please… Whatever you know… Just tell me…”

He paused and looked over at her, chewing on his cheek.

She looked back at him, square in the eye. “Please… I… I want to know everything… I need to know.”

The Ghoul rolled his jaw, then looked back at the water and took another deep breath. “Well, I ain't tellin’ you everything… and I probably don't know as much as you're hopin’ anyway...” He looked back at her, flashing a reluctant smile.

“Then tell me whatever you can…” 

He looked down at the ground. “Well… I supposed I can tell ya this. You'd probably put it together eventually, anyway." He pulled out a knife, and started cutting some of the meat up into smaller pieces, before tossing them to Dogmeat. "Before the war… My wife worked for Vault-tec...” 

“Ohhh…” Lucy's eyes widened a bit. “Before the war… That's how you got a chance at getting in a vault.” 

“Yeah… but then I found out what Vault-tec was up to…” he shook his head and furrowed his brow. “And, well… that was it for our marriage.”

“Oh… I see…” She looked down in thought. “I remember... at the observatory... you asked my father where your family is…" Then she looked up at him. "Have you... really been searching for them for… two-hundred years…?” 

“Eh… I ain’t talkin’ about that.” 

“They must have got into a vault, right? But you didn't? Is that how you got separated?” She pressed.

He chewed on his cheek. “Somethin’ like that…” 

“But you don't know which one they’re in?” 

The bounty hunter didn’t answer.

Lucy looked at him in confusion and shook her head. “But… if it's been over two-hundred years… What makes you think they're even still alive?”

“Damnit, I said I’m not talkin’ about that, Vaulty!” He snapped, raising his voice. 

She leaned back a little. “Alright. Geez. No need to get all cranky.” 

The Ghoul exhaled and shook his head, looking away. “Anyways… What I was tryin’ ta say… was that I actually learned most’a what I know 'bout Vault-Tec from other vault dwellers.” 

“Other vault dwellers…? You’ve… met other vault dwellers?”

“Well, sure. You thank yer the only one crawled outta them hamster cages?” 

Lucy glared at him a moment. “Did you use them as fish bait too?”

“Personally, I’d call gulpers amphibians, not fish.” 

“Tch…” She huffed. “Way to dodge the question.” 

“You wanna know if I messed with ‘em too?” He said, leaning towards her. “Well, the answer is yes. In fact, I practically tortured the first three.”

“God…” The vault dweller looked away, then back. “What is wrong with you?” 

“I was determined to find out where my family was, by any means necessary.” He leaned back and ran his tongue over his lips. “Needless to say, It didn’t work.” 

“Did you kill them?”

“One a ‘em died. But I didn’t kill ‘em. Fuckin’ centaur attacked us. Neither one a’ us had ever seen one’a them thangs before in our lives. Scared the fuckin’ shit outta me. I almost pissed myself. Poor bastard didn't know what hit 'im.”

She shook her head. “You really do only care about yourself, don’t you? ...Also, what’s a centaur?” 

“Aw, come on. That’s not true.” He said, flashing her a smirk. “I shared my molerat with ya, didn’t I?” 

“Only because you need me to help you find my father.” 

“Eh…” He shrugged. “I could probably do that myself. Way I see it, you’re a sort of… insurance.” 

Lucy rose a brow. “...Insurance?” 

“I figure he’s gonna want his daughter back, ain’t he?” He took a drink from a bottle of whiskey he had in his pocket as he looked out at the water. “Maybe, if he thanks it’s the only way, he’ll tell me what I wanna know in exchange...”

“Oh… so you’re just gonna trade me again.” She said indignantly. 

“Not without your permission…" He said, looking over at her. "And it ain’t like we gotta be honest about it, neither. Unless you’re that committed to that golden rule a’ yers.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, the wheels in her head starting to turn. “...What are you suggesting?” 

“When we find yo’ daddy, he’s probably gonna assume I took you captive." He turned back to the water and took another bite. "We can use that.” 

“Right…” The vault dweller pondered his words. “And if I do that… If I let you leverage me so you can find your family… you’ll help me get the answers I want?” 

“Those are answers we both want, darlin’. So, yeah.” 

“And how do I know you’re not gonna just ditch me after you get what you’re after?” 

“Well… I guess you’re just gonna have to trust me.” He said, turning to her and flashing her a smile.

“I’ll never trust you.” She scowled. “How can I possibly trust you?” 

“You know you’re free to leave anytime you want.” The Ghoul said, raising his arm towards the woods. “I ain’t forcin’ ya ta be here.” Then, he looked down at her hands. “...You gonna eat that?” 

“Huh… this time…” Lucy scoffed, then shifted her weight a little, looking down. “So… if you asked the other vault dwellers… why didn’t you ask me? You know… about your family..."

He smirked and looked down at the ground. “...I was runnin’ low on vials. I had other priorities.” 

“Okay… but still… Wouldn’t it make sense to just ask before potentially killing me? I mean… they wouldn't be around anymore but... their descendants could be living in my vault.” 

He shook his head. “God, you ask a lotta questions…”

“…I’m just trying to help.”

“Yeah, well I’m tryin’a answer, but ya keep interruptin’!” He snapped.

Lucy folded her arms over her chest. “...Geez… Touchy.” 

“Agh… Forget it.” The Ghoul stood up, then lied on the ground, using the log as a pillow, and tilted his hat over his face. “I’m goin’a sleep…” Then started grumbling inaudibly under his breath. 

She just stared at him for a moment and watched Dogmeat lay down next to him, then unfolded her arms and looked down at the molerat still in her hands. After a moment, she found her eyes drifting over to The Ghoul again.

“What'chu starin’ at?” He muttered. She wasn’t sure how he could see her, but apparently he could. 

“...Your fly’s undone.” 

“What?” The bounty hunter jumped up into a sitting position and looked down at his pants, but saw he was fully zipped.

Lucy started laughing.

“Tch…” The Ghoul scowled at her. “Get some fuckin’ sleep, would ya?” He laid back again and pulled his hat over his eyes. 

“Just keeping you on your toes.” She said and finally started eating. 

“Yeah. Sure ya are. Just can’t help yerself, can ya?” He joked. “Well, keep dreamin’, sweetheart.” 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Lucy teased back as she laid down as well, still chewing on her food.

He just huffed and grumbled some more. “You don’t shut up, I’m gonna choke you with that meat.”

“What’s that about choking me with meat?”

“Aagghh…” He growled, then grabbed a stick and threw it at her. “Get outta here.”

She laughed as she put her hand up to block it.

Then Dogmeat quickly gave chase, retrieving the stick and bringing it back to The Ghoul.

“Ugh… No. Not right now...” He lifted his hat and looked over at Lucy. “Goddamnit. Now look what’cha done.”

“What? I didn’t throw the stick.”

The old bounty hunter just grumbled and grumbled some more as Dogmeat whined and Lucy giggled in amusement.

To be continued...

<<< Previous Chapter

[lightfiends]

I am halfway through the latest Vows and Vengeance podcast -

- I love this as a way of marketing and getting excited about the new game! I love hearing the voices of the actors and just being in the world of thedas again!

- Davrin’s voice!! It is deep and growly and sexy and Drayden girl, I’m right there with you. I cannot wait to meet this man in-game. My kryptonite is tragic men with a cause and honour.

- I am already loving the little tidbits of what Solas is doing, how people perceive him and how he still has this network around thedas. I’m so so curious as to what it will be like to be with him again!! Ahhhh. The wait is brutal.

Will add more later. (Added spoiler tags just in case!!)

[no-fate-but-what-we-make]

Vulnerable | Reggie Mantle

[gif is not mine; credit goes to the creator]

Word Count: 1.3K

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Fem!Reader, 2nd person POV

Description: It’s a routine neither of them want to be in, but she’s the only one he can trust to keep it a secret

Warnings: graphic depictions of parental abuse, blood/gore, unintentional victim blaming, some sexy things

A/N: I’m halfway through season 4 so there won’t be any spoilers beyond that - this takes place before Archie and Reggie destroy Mr. Mantle’s car in 4x2. I was looking for an imagine that follows this storyline but I didn’t find one on my cursory glance through the tags, so if this is something someone else has written about, just know that it wasn’t intended to be copied in any way, shape, or form. 

- - -

Tap-tap-tap. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tap-tap-tap.

To anyone else, the noises at your window would have just been the wind knocking the oak branches against the second-floor pane, but to you, the sound was more than familiar. 

Morse code.

S. O. S.

Your stomach sank as you pulled the covers back and slipped on your fleece robe - sleeping in a cold room had its benefits, but this wasn’t one of them - before making your way to the window. Lifting the screenless window, you let in your best friend who immediately sought solace in your arms.

“What happened this time?” You whispered as Reggie buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

He let out a shaky breath, his body shuddering in a silent sob. “The usual,” he sniffled as he stepped back, revealing the already bruising black eye, “and then some.” He lifted his shirt and winced.

“Reggie,” you breathed, your heart aching for him. “Sit down - you know the drill.”

Reggie sat down on the ottoman at the end of your bed as you knelt down to pull the ever-growing first aid kit out from underneath. It wasn’t much, but you were able to keep it as stocked as possible with your earnings from Pop’s while also lifting a few things on your weekends as a candy striper at Riverdale General Hospital. 

You got to work cleaning up the cuts on his abdomen, trying hard not to hurt him any further. Reggie’s abs rippled when you pressed the bandage over them. “Sorry,” you murmured, the word taking on more than one meaning. Yes, you were sorry for hurting him, but you were also sorry that both of you were in this position time and time again; you knew this would always be the only time Reggie ever heard any form of apology for this.

“S’not your fault,” he replied, his usual response. A pause. “He was especially brutal tonight.”

“Any idea why?”

“No. You know he never says why. But he was drunker than usual. Broke a bottle over my ribs when I refused to get him another.”

You snapped the instant cold compress and pressed it against Reggie’s eye. “Fucking hell, Reg.”

“I know. I should’ve just gotten him another but I was feeling self-righteous. Look where that got me.” He laughed sardonically, shaking his head. 

“It’s not your fault.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, seeking comfort while also trying to comfort him. “Do you want to spend the night?” 

Reggie nodded. “Yes.”

It had been ages since he’d said yes, the last time being right at the end of summer. It was a night neither of you had been able to forget, but hadn’t spoken about since. 

You packed up the first aid kit, making a mental note of what you’d need to replenish that weekend, before turning to your best friend. “You remember where everything is?”

“Yeah, unless you’ve changed anything,” he joked, and you smiled before shaking your head.

“Nothing’s changed.” 

A few minutes later, Reggie was shirtless in your bed, both of you lying awkwardly side by side.

Hearing Reggie whisper your name in the dark brought you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Yes, Reg?”

“Will you, uh…” he trailed off and you could practically feel him blushing next to you.

“Of course,” you responded without hesitation, both of you shifting in bed so you could be Big Spoon. You tried to forget that this was how everything had started last time, especially since you could feel Reggie’s heartbeat underneath your fingertips. “I’m so sorry this keeps happening to you, Reggie.” You didn’t know what else to say. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” was his reply, his hand coming up to cover yours and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss your fingers.

Your mind raced as you tried to come up with solutions to his problem. “Have you tried fighting back? You’re so much bigger and stronger than he is and-” Reggie tensed up, making you pause.

“R-Remember back in freshman year when my mom ended up in the hospital after she fell down the stairs?”

“Yes,” you whispered, feeling sick to your stomach.

“Well…she didn’t. Uh, fall down the stairs, I mean.” Reggie’s thumb brushed over the inside of your palm, a self-soothing tic. “I was high off the feeling of making the football team and I realized I could finally outdo my dad and so when he came home that night, I tried.” Reggie chuckled, a bitter, hollow sound. “The man is surprisingly limber when he’s drunk. I took a swing and he ducked and managed to tackle me to the ground, slammed my head into the floor and knocked me out - that’s how I got that concussion and couldn’t play for half the season - and then he went after my mom. I’ve just always let him hit me after that because I’d rather have him wail on me than on her.”

You held him a little tighter after that confession. “Why didn’t you tell me back then? I’ve been helping you since we were ten and I would’ve helped you then.”

“I know,” Reggie sighed. “I wanted to, but it was just so humiliating. But you were there for me for my concussion and you helped out so much when my mom was recovering in the hospital that I didn’t want you to worry any more than you already were.”

“I’ll never stop worrying about you, Reg,” you confessed, tears pricking behind your eyes. “Not even once you leave Riverdale and go pro after college.”

It was then that Reggie brought your fingers up to his lips and kissed them. The air was thick with the unspoken sexual tension until Reggie broke the silence. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last summer.” It was the first time either of you had ever brought up what had happened between you two.

“Me, too.”

Reggie shifted so that the two of you were face to face, the moonlight emphasizing his facial features in a way that made you want to reach out and touch him - so you did. He let out a soft moan at the contact, his eyes fluttering closed as your fingertips trailed over his jawline. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” You paused, your eyes searching his. “I want this. I want you. Let me take care of you tonight, Reginald.” You pressed yourself flush against him, your hand sliding up his arm to grip the back of his neck. “Please,” you begged, hooking your leg over his hip and touching your forehead to his.

That was all Reggie needed, his hand pressing against your lower back to hold you in place as he pinned you underneath him and kissed you deeply. His knee spread your legs, his thigh brushing against your clothed pussy. “Reggie,” you whimpered, your hips bucking to recreate the sensation.

“Fuck,” he murmured, breaking the kiss to trail more down your neck. “I’ve been wanting to hear you say my name like that again.” His hands slipped up underneath your t-shirt and you moved to take it off so he could take a nipple into his mouth. 

“And I’ve been wanting your hands on my body again.”

Reggie moved further south, his thumbs hooking in your shorts to pull them down so he could settle between your legs. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his hands spreading your legs even further so he could have access to your wet pussy. 

*~*~*~*

You woke up the next morning with Reggie’s arms wrapped around you. It all felt like a dream but when you felt his naked body pressed against yours, you knew it wasn’t. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have in a long time,” you confessed, smiling and turning to look at him which resulted in a kiss.

“Me, too.”

“How are you feeling?” You asked, shifting so you could get a good look at his wounds in broad daylight. 

“Better than I have in a long time.” Reggie repeated your words back to you, smiling wide. “Can I come back tonight?”

“Of course. You’re always welcome in my bed - as long as you promise not to see anyone else.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[lerr-writes-fic]

Music game!

rules: shuffle your “on repeat” playlist from spotify/the music service of your choice and post the first 10 tracks.

thanks for tagging me, @ellena-asg!!

I use Apple Music, so I put my Replay 2023 playlist on shuffle - it's gonna be a lot of Beyoncé, y'all.

spoiler alert: I am very predictable in ways even i could not imagine. Replay 2023 dragged my ass... more under the cut!

Steve Biko (Stir It Up) by A Tribe Called Quest

if I'm not listening to Beyoncé or movie soundtracks, I'm listening to A Tribe Called Quest.

2. SUMMER RENAISSANCE by Beyoncé

what a powerful way to end her rebirth after Lemonade. Also love that she sampled by man Giorgio Moroder who also worked on the soundtracks for Scarface (1983) and Top Gun (1986).

3. CHURCH GIRL by Beyoncé

this is my absolute favorite song on RENAISSANCE. "nobody can judge me but me, I was born free" brings me to tears and then I immediately shake my ass bc Beyoncé tells me to "drop it like a thotty, drop like thotty."

4. Verses from the Abstract by A Tribe Called Quest

this song is from The Low End Theory, which is a different album from song #1. it's wild to think this album wasn't a big commercial success, but it still went on to create alternative hip hop.

5. 6 Inch (feat. The Weeknd) by Beyoncé

this is my second fave song from Lemonade, and how could anyone not love this song? a sexy song about a woman working her ass off thinking she's doing it for herself, but in the end, she was trying to get her man's approval... brutal

6. Main Title (From the Motion Picture "Scarface") by Giorgio Moroder

okay y'all, i swear i'm writing these lil tidbits in real time as i listen. i had no idea this song would come up despite mentioning it in my answer for #2. fun fact about this album: it was not available on streaming until 2022, which i know bc i bought the Scarface CD in 2020 so that I could listen to it in my car

7. Top of the World by Trevor Jones

not gonna lie, my least favorite song from this album was next, so I skipped and got this song instead, which is an actual bop! fun fact about The Last of the Mohicans, it was my least favorite movie for 13 years, but i gave it a final chance a while back. lemme tell ya, Michael Mann does not disappoint, and the music is outstanding.

8. Auto Rock by Mogwai

another song from another Michael Mann movie, this time it's Miami Vice (2006), and apparently this is my most played song this year. Michael Mann does such a wonderful job of picking music to fit the tone of his movie endings.

9. Line of Sight (feat. WYNNE & Mansionair) by ODESZA

full disclosure, i had to skip 4 more songs from Beyoncé's RENAISSANCE to get to this song... sorry not sorry

10. Elk Hunt by Trevor Jones

welp, I guess we just had to end on a Michael Mann movie song. This the best song in The Last of the Mohicans though, so i ain't complaining.

welp. i am nothing if not predictable, which i hate 🤣🤣

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Call And I'll Rush Out

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/RYHy7XM

by audreystark

“Tell the Uruk it was me,” he says in a voice like gravel. “And I’ll be seeing him very soon.” She is shaking when he turns back to her and her weapon tumbles from her hand. Whatever resolve that had kept her standing to witness his brutality leaves her body in a rush. But she doesn’t hit the ground. The scent of him—familiar in a way that she hates and relishes all at once—floods her senses as he eases her across his lap.

 Captured by Adar, Galadriel opens the doors between her mind and Sauron's to call for help. He answers.

Words: 1897, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Galadriel | Artanis, Sauron | Mairon, Halbrand (The Rings of Power), Adar (The Rings of Power)

Relationships: Galadriel | Artanis/Sauron | Mairon, Galadriel | Artanis/Halbrand (The Rings of Power)

Additional Tags: Canon Continuation, Rated T for Violence, Ósanwe, Galadriel calls for help and Sauron answers, no sex but it's still sexy if you know what I mean, Love/Hate, Tags Contain Spoilers, inspired by some recent TROP season 2 leaks, Galadriel gets roughed up a bit by orcs so be mindful

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/RYHy7XM

[elkian-art]

October 2017 Sketchdump: Fanart

On Pixiv

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[spark-circuit]

okay dude i know we accidentally killed everyone and it sucks but killing them a thousand more times is NOT A HEALTHY COPING MECHANISM-

[elkian]

#hEY!IM DYING!

Commission for @luna-myth ;0 thank you <3

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[licncourt]

moments in VC that alter my brain chemistry (in a good way)

I thought was a good idea so thank you to @prouvaireafterdark for tagging me in @msrandonstuff 's request for a list like this!

I have to specify "(in a good way)" because there is so much wtf nonsense in these books, but I will gladly do a separate "(in a bad way)" list if y'all want. These are mostly from the first two books because they're by FAR the best, but there are a couple from the third and from the last three. If you've seen my Loustat moments post, you've seen everything you need to see from the middle books.

I've included page numbers for all these, but they won't apply to every version of the books. Fortunately, I have a Google Drive folder of VC book PDFs that these correspond to linked here

Spoilers, obviously.

Louis' turning in Interview with the Vampire p. 22-24 (romantic, sexy horror at its finest)

THE PROSTITUTE SCENE in IWTV p. 83-94 (an abridged version is in the 1994 movie, but the AMC show replaced it, rather anticlimactically imo, with the tenor scene. I have a breakdown of what makes the OG version so incredible right here)

Claudia's turning in IWTV p. 97-101 (while I understand the reasoning behind the changes in the AMC show, I prefer the book version. Additional Claudia spoilers here)

Louis' confession and slaughter of the priest in IWTV p. 154-156 (still heartbroken that this was storyboarded but cut from the movie, AMC better give it to me)

Claudia's "murder" of Lestat in IWTV p. 143-145 (gaslight gatekeep girlboss)

Louis and Lestat's brief reunion at the end of IWTV p. 340-346 (fucking brutal, iconic though and way gayer than the movie version)

The intro of The Vampire Lestat p. 1-3 (the first page is written, I swear to you, in the style of My Immortal, but I love it)

Lestat's first date with Nicolas as mortals in TVL p. 30-35 (Loustat is everything but human Nickistat is soooo baby)

Lestat's turning in TVL p. 63-66 (big CW for non-con, but a amazingly chilling scene)

Lestat finds the dungeon of Magnus' tower in TVL p. 77-79 (such a great horror moment)

Nicolas' condemnation of Lestat in TVL p. 198-201 (heartbreaking but such a watershed moment)

Lestat's recollections of Louis and Claudia in TVL p. 385-388 (THEY!!!!!!)

LOUSTAT REUNION FR THIS TIME in TVL p. 403-411 (this is the most important part of VC actually. Nothing else matters)

Lestat's rock concert in TVL p. 412-417 (he is so stupid but good for him)

Armand turning Daniel, the interviewer from IWTV, in Queen of the Damned p. 62-65 (the whole chapter this is from, The Devil's Minion, is amazing and one of the most loved parts of VC, so honestly just read it all)

Louis and Lestat visit NOLA in QotD p. 270-273 (this is where you should stop reading. Nothing is gained past this point)

Louis and Lestat express their feelings for real in Prince Lestat p. 508 (this is on my Loustat moments post, but it has to be here too)

Louis lets go of his grief and accepts happiness at the end of PL p. 518-525 (Louis was in Anne Rice character jail for almost forty years but YES YES THE TIGER IS OUT)

Louis and Lestat commit to each other permanently in Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis p. 131-141 (so many incredible Loustat things packed in here. All that makes this book justified in its existence)

Louis and Lestat live happily ever after in Blood Communion p. 282-284 (If it wasn't for this after All That Shit, I would've had to smash my face into concrete)

[sugar-petals]

♡ physical affection; levi

↳ NOTE. characterizing boyfriend levi, my passion project lmao! with some sexy moments included 👀

WORDS. ⇢ 7k

tags / warnings. ⚠️ smut, fluff, soft sub!levi x female reader, hurt/comfort hc, angst, shower sex, blowjobs + handjobs + boobjobs (yep. spoiling the captain), face-sitting, protected sex, soap kink, season 3-4 setting, no manga spoilers

Ready for a surprise? It’s not really about what kind of skinship he’s extremely selective about and what not. This is only something people would perceive about him at first glance. Instead, it comes down to how emotionally sheltered he feels. Because of his experiences, that predicates everything else. Which is why Levi’s sexuality is as complex as it is.

But also, in its sudden perfect expression once a person gives him a different perspective: That’s the time when he is touchier. The more in private, the better. The lights down low, with only a candle or two shining from another room. Broad daylight brings the harsh truths and the shaking ground. Nighttime is when Levi feels more intimate and open to caress, down his back and arms, the shoulders, the side of his neck. Done with extreme gentleness, and all of your deep respect.

If you offer him an environment of trust, Levi is open to almost anything and would even magically doze off in your arms for a little while. Breathing softly, resting for the first time in weeks, the brows becoming less tense the deeper he sleeps. You asking if you can stroke his hair (carefully, not messing it up or anything) is something he can’t say no to. The closet romantic in him will fulfill you any reasonable wish as soon as you’d ask anyway.

We know how receptive the captain is to a request, and how much there can be a soft spot for somebody in his heart. If you’re forward enough to just ask, Levi sets himself that goal and opens up. He is diligent with it just as you’d expect. That especially includes the things he says are „absolute horseshit nonsense“ and „disgusting, useless activities“ when reacting to newly formed couples kissing in the survey corps at the other end of the room. Is he a hypocrite and a hater? Actually— not at all.

Levi is a raised rather than born skeptic. Between courage and care, he is always gonna be torn. Both didn’t work in his favor at some point. But at the end of the day, he fears recklessness more than being cautious. Looking at these couples, he knows that they could lose each other the very next day. Or hell, the next hour. Not everybody has 200 titan kills. 

Not everybody is a physically indestructible Ackerman destined and designed to escape death and outlive others whether they want it or not. And showing themselves this vulnerable out in the open is even more dangerous considering all the political intrigues, chaos, attacks, and espionage going on.

When he’s scoffing at skinship in the survey corps, it’s not his intent to ruin the couples and their little happiness in the present moment (nothing he sees as more tragically precious), or say only he can have a relationship because he’s strong enough to make it survive. If anything, Levi is the prime example of how all his connections were doomed exactly because of his status pulling in all the danger. He very well and painfully knows.

What I mean is: He sees the brutality of consequences that can create more misery than if two people would just go about their business. Levi already dreads that the same might happen to him. But after all, the behavior of others is easier to rectify than his own undeniable feelings for you. Which he cannot control in any way, which is why he reacts to others instead. Looking at other people holding hands, he’s also afraid how dabbling in love is a distraction from threats that can even backfire on uninvolved others if someone is suddenly in harm’s way.

Levi does associate physical touch with something that takes an otherwise observing mind off when it shouldn’t be. To him, it creates something so valuable that can become an unintended burden through all kinds of circumstances, he’s seen it all, it’s terrible he had to. And the reason why he has such a torn relationship with it. You really have to know your stuff to build a resilient little bubble where Levi is not constantly hypervigilant and either past- or future-focused.

Which is pretty damn hardwired into him. It’s almost impossible to bring on that kind of atmosphere spontaneously. It has to be ritualized. His intelligence comes with the downside of overthinking and having problems with spontaneous romance, it’s good to direct his thought into something that’s always done in a specific, structured way. You sit down with tea, put the candles on, Levi finishes cleaning his weapons, makes everything combat-ready and usable in seconds, and you carefully lay down on his impeccably made bed together.

Which he never uses, Levi sleeps in chairs. Or on the ground, so he can feel any titan steps in the distance with his whole body, using the cleanest possible mat or towel as a mattress and nothing else. The bed he basically just makes to have it neat, and for you, and to have a spot to lay together. 

But yeah. He will never remove his harness. Not even when you’re sleeping with each other. He’s not once gonna risk having to put it on in a hurry. The only time you will be skin to skin with him is for not even five minutes under the shower. It’s when his cleanliness beats his anxiety around being always ready, which is why that’s a time to fully cherish.

And then, he really has no qualms about you wrapping your hands around his soap-covered torso in the shower anyway. It’s the only time his inner default germaphobe is not vehemently screaming inside his already heavy heart. It doesn’t have anything to do with you, this is about his demons only, confronted with the immense relief you give him. If the latter wins over his mind’s struggle, Levi might draw out the shower time sometimes.

The other voice that tells him ‚don’t make it end so soon’ is now finally convincing him. He will dial down the water stream so he can hear what’s going on outside better to compensate, to know if there’s any ruckus or approaching hazards. Levi has instructed a fast runner among the cadets to bang on the front door under any critical circumstances immediately in the first place.

Levi says he wants to save water, too. He won’t admit it, but he also turns the showerhead to a medium pressure to hear your calm, almost-quiet moans — the barracks have terribly thin walls — better when you’re sucking him off. Slowly, smoothly, not too much spit. Folded towel under your knees because Levi insists, and he is right. The showers in the survey corps have uncomfortable floor tiles. 

He makes sure you won’t get soap in your mouth as well, I don’t have to tell you that he is very circumspect. Levi isn’t usually feeling overly heated in moments like this, but he gets hard and releases fast. You swear his cum tastes like afternoon tea with milk but you won’t tell him that. And who doesn’t like tea and Levi’s homemade milk, no complaints alright.

What’s still a shame is that Levi, always being in such a constant hurry and alertness, puts too much stress on his body for him to become horny all the way. In fact, he often forgets it. He feels numb, and can’t fully take in the sensations. Levi has not been able to feel a lot of genuine pleasure in his life. 

A racing mind is an absolute sex killer, and his adrenaline spikes are so high in combat that most normal things don’t do anything for him. Which is why he brews his tea extra strong. But seriously: It’s a concerning thing. And it tells you to take your time. With his whole body, doing the things he loves the most. And what else could that be? It’s straightforward: Keepin’ it clean.

You make sure that Levi feels extra comfortable by thoroughly massaging his loins and thighs with a sponge during foreplay. Yes, you’re gently working him up. All in circles and light brushing motions. Lots of soap. Suave and bubbly, like silk on his skin. It’s handmade, with oat milk, lavender, and honey. For your honey. You regularly gift a new one to him to try out scents and have supply. You can guess how much Levi appreciates it, to the moon and back in fact. The present box is neatly stored on his office table where he can always see it.

Sending out its balmy fragrance throughout the day, making the room smell amazingly aromatic to him. His nose will never grow tired or accustomed to it. Levi puts the soapbox in a drawer within literal split seconds when someone who isn’t you enters the room. „Tsk, announce yourself when you knock…“ That could even be the newest recruit who doesn’t know anything at all about the place and people. But this is just a you and him thing.

Levi doesn’t want nosy questions from the squad even though nobody would probably even notice the soap laying there in its case, much less ask him about it or the fresh scent in the air because duh, it’s Levi’s office. But it feels absolutely personal for him — so he reacts sensitively about it. This man would probably protect your lavender soap with his blades if he had to. 

The captain is very secretive about your relationship in general. Who on earth would go as far as buy him a new scented bar of joy bi-weekly? At this point, he would crawl on hot coals, needles, lava, ice shards, desert sand, and a mile-long straight of legos (laid out by a maniacally laughing Zeke personally) for you.

Although you wouldn’t allow any of it. Nothing should ever hurt those kitty paws, I mean captain hands and captain feet. You’d put Zeke on blast on your own, luring him with a banana to confuse his senses and then, whack, homerun the monkey into the ocean with Levi’s bristle broom. Problem solved. Anyway.

 Levi wouldn’t hurt himself willingly that way either, the ice shards don’t stand a chance. He has sworn to protect his own life out of self-respect, to honor those passed by living on bravely toward the goal they worked for and being the one always coming home to you. You can rely on him.

So enough about gleaming hot coals and Zeke’s evil legos, back to the point — you already get what I mean. Levi might seem totally grumpy on the outside, but for sure is a devoted man, a caliber as always. He takes all of your presents to heart and is unbelieving as to why he’d be deserving of so much. You prove a point using the gifts as regularly as possible on his body. Where he can feel every bit of your fondness of him. And remember it with muscle memory. Oh shit, this soap does smell so good. As anything on him, who are we kidding.

Dousing Levi with all your attention is the best thing ever. He feels great relaxing with you, and his face softens up. He’s looking at you with a tiny smile in response to you whispering sweet things to him, all while you’re using the sponge on his legs, the chest, and ever-tense back that can definitely use some alleviation. „Thank you for cleaning me“ has got to be the best thing ever to hear from Levi Ackerman. It means the entire world to him. Captain, your mommy kink is showing. His arousal increasing is a natural side effect in no time.

Recently, you’ve been slipping his cock between your breasts as well, and it’s been slowing him down a lot after an eventful mission. While at the same time making him more in the moment, he really enjoys you gradually lathering him up like that. The feeling of skin on skin is amazing. It might be something that… often crosses his mind when he trains during the day, but he can blend it out for the important things. Until you do it all over again, and he ruminates about how much you turn him on until the sun rises.

You also never do a blowjob hands-free. Why would you, anyway? His body is amazingly buff and compact, you want to hold onto those gorgeous lil’ hips and his own hands that need a fair share of holding after carrying the world. You feel him twitching on your tongue when you run either hand over his ass and abs, making sure to trace across all his most erogenous spots there. What’s more: Levi feels really protected and soothed when he feels your palms on him under the streaming water, he can’t explain it.

That's why you like doing shower handjobs just as much. I don’t have to tell you that Levi really delights in them as well and his poker face regularly cracks a bit. His eyes fixate on you, you can tell the connection and involvement. He thinks your fingertips are heavenly, a welcome change to his rugged days. 

He loves how softly they tease and stimulate him with the smallest movements and subtle presses. Yes, Levi doesn’t like rough action, those are vulnerable moments. He has enough brutality elsewhere, violently jerking him off and insulting him would be entirely inappropriate and even scare him.

He’d probably brush your wrists off right away, it’d be so uncomfortable in the silence of the evening. A tender chain of kisses on the nose tip, chin, collar bone, and especially forehead gets him going a lot more. The more chaste and doting the kiss, the more he melts on the inside. 

His anxiety baseline goes down, and he feels like he can let you in. However you guide him and however you choose to indulge him with your lips, Levi is on board, quietly enjoying. Since it’s something that he’s still feeling so new to, leaving you the active role comes naturally.

Stroking him with a deep pace, carefully brushing your lips against his to give him goosebumps — Levi definitely grows into that. In those moments, he really feels taken care of, in safe hands, hands that will stay with him. He’s gonna be surprised just how good something like this feels many times. And be overwhelmed by pleasure to the point where it almost frightens him, he didn’t have that a lot until now.

The satisfaction of a spotless table simply does not compare. Just so you know: He will either be dead silent or mumble under his breath nonstop. That he is okay with you touching him below the belt and even take him in your mouth tells you how much Levi trusts you, how much he knows you love him, and how meticulously he’s already scrubbed and shaved himself beforehand. Yes, the sheer preparation. He puts a lot of work into his body. He couldn’t stand you becoming dirty.

That’s also why the shower is the place oral goes down. And even there, he uses like ten cleaning products to double rinse the stall and himself before and after. Mind you. He sees you eating healthy, brushing your teeth well. Your lips are very beautiful and a masterpiece of nature to him. So it’s not you who he thinks is dirty. Levi is pretty damn paranoid about his own skin and hygiene. If only he would think about himself the way he thinks of your body.

He feels like he has to earn it, be acceptable, and prepare himself endlessly to enjoy touch. Even then, he thinks he must be ugly and revolting. You have to respect him fussing about it rather than forcing him to cut down on his routines. You don’t criticize his perfectionism and see the motivation behind it. So instead, you reassure Levi your own way.

The more he sees you having fun and enjoying his body, the more accepted, confident, and clean he feels. Most people would like to see their partner play up the enthusiasm obviously (unless you have a ‚hiding his amazement’ emo boy kink, which is exactly why you like Levi don’t cha), but it’s particularly meaningful to Levi. Guess why he looks up to Armin’s mentality, and Hange is one of the few people who truly vibe with Levi.

She’s easily amused, dedicated, swooning, excited, and constantly eager. Levi does appreciate a bit of zeal in someone. If you’re a little ardent about touching him, it’ll give his esteem a boost he’s long needed, oh god. Nobody has the guts to praise this guy like that, even if he’s so extremely good-looking. Don’t let him off the hook there. Give him feedback, you’ll be surprised how much it resonates.

It’s already apparent to yourself how keen you are being touchy with him, hell, you’re so in love. Still, it’s a good idea to give him an idea how stoked you are. He doesn’t like it fast and brutally raw without a second thought, but passionate is a whole other debate. A simple „Levi, stay like this, let me do it“ or „Levi, you smell so good“ works wonders. Say what you think and his ease will set in. And I don’t have to tell you that you won’t look like sex is a chore anyway. With Levi, that’s an honor and a pleasure.

That he puts his faith in you and gives you his time is already a massive deal and goes against everything we know of him, what he’s used to, and how his avoidant personality works, being so ridden with losses. And it’s all because of how much you desire and approach him. That’s what it comes down to. 

Even if he’d suffer decades from yearning, he’d not go out of his way to kickstart something, never ever. He’d feel like he’d cause you so much trouble. You wanting him so badly and treating his body like a treasure on the other hand changes his mind.

It proves him wrong all the way. There is still time to enjoy love, the chance is now. Anything else would plague Levi with solitude and self-pity all over again. And the feeling of missing you around in his rooms. Two teacups on the table until he grows old and grey are his ideal of a good life, after all. He will open himself to your emotional and physical presence, realizing how touch-starved he is, and how much it improves his life to have someone to kiss and lay down next to at night.

The even breath at the back of his neck gives him a sense of finally someone sticking around with him side by side, even if he’s gone during the day. It feels good and right to be wanted by you, and nuzzling his face into your cotton dress. Your commitment gives him the little smiles and the silver lining he’s been searching for. He can’t label that feeling, but it’s joy of life and humankind, more than just a willingness for it. He would stay forever pained and bitter if he wouldn’t invite it in now, and you won’t waste that chance with being silent.

You’re attracted to everything about him, tell him, make him aware. The voice, the hair, the mannerisms, his height, his abilities, his mind, his care for others, the posture, how soft his cheeks are, the list is endless. Levi won’t miss how much he’s your type at some point. Which gives him a lot of ease, comfort. You show him that his inferiority complex was an entire smokescreen in his mind. 

He fucking deserves to be called handsome. And by the way — you can lust over him as much as you want when he’s made that time window for your couple stuff. It’s good if you make it as obvious as possible for him. Which is hard to hide anyway. You’ve been masturbating over Levi just sitting there sternly writing something. And he’s like why, and you’re like, it’s you! Look at you!

Levi does want you to touch his skin all over but it’s always sore. And he remains insecure on many days. So he only has particular comfortable spots in the first place. Since hardly anybody dares to touch him, and even if he pats someone’s shoulder nobody would ever be courageous enough to reciprocate, you would feel a bit like a lab scientist. Silently theorizing over him at first even if you really don’t have to. Other people say they’d rather run towards a titan than expose themselves to Levi’s moods, swords, and barking tone after trying to caress him in any way.

News flash, Levi has had such terrible moods since forever because there’s no affection coming to him from anywhere just because people decided he might not need it. And no, he won’t yell at you for touching. He finds it very sweet of you instead. Touching Levi always creates an occasion that will float around in his head for the entire day, that’s guaranteed. He sees how someone goes out of their way and cares for his well-being. He might not like it like standing in the middle of the whole corps, but anywhere else is fair game, at home anyway.

The pressure of dealing with threats he can manage to a degree, and he has lord how many coping strategies. The lack of love he cannot. Big difference that everybody seems to confuse. On top of how he has to be unrelenting in his position because battlefield and the Yeagers being a pain. Most people — except maybe Armin — see that as a closedness to touching altogether. 

The whole world seemingly can't intuit Levi’s craving of gentleness behind the arguably pretty convincing armor, but still. It seems like only a few souls ever think about the Levi that sits down on his bed in the evening completely depleted. You have to make it clear to yourself and him that it’s obviously a one-dimensional way of looking at Levi Ackerman and not good for him.

Which has covertly shaped how he interacts with others in return like a vicious spiral, which is why he blames solely himself for his depravation. And, how severe and untouchable the circumstances made his character. Yes, Levi despises himself for being inaccessible and unable to change it on top, added to how it happened to him over the years. 

Which he had pretty much zero influence on being basically at the gunpoint of life. It’s what you hate seeing the most and comfort him about with brewing tea. It definitely comes back tenfold, Levi won’t take it for granted when you brush out his hair and speak soothingly to him in the evening. „I don’t care, those are all reasons why you’re the apple of my eye“ seems to be what makes Levi’s heart a little mushy in particular.

He is very preoccupied with blame at the start of your relationship. Levi is torn apart by daily guilt and a constantly looming perception of failure to show an opening to his heart. He also crumbles under how the majority of people don’t take him seriously, overreact, or fear he snaps back into soldier mode — he doesn’t — when he does show affection. 

That you gaze behind his reputation and touch him without prejudice is the most important thing to him. You can ignore his mad and gloomy expression, Paradis has carved it into his face for half an eternity (the other half is for you and him when this is over). It doesn’t mean he’s angry on the inside about you. The causes for his madness are way elsewhere, knowing his early story it goes without saying. What made Levi callous and broken-hearted are things very opposite to you.

Those who only see and enjoy his fighting personality probably want him as their poster boy, people who are reflected enough to bother with the idea of a private, cuddling Levi are the only truly caring ones. Because private Levi needs that physical and emotional connection the most. Patting his cadets on their heads is only a little, albeit meaningful moment. The teacup is still half-empty regardless if you wanna think of it in those terms.

Because he can only do so much in terms of initiative — which already shocks people to the point of paralysis, which ruins the moment since he assumes it’s not appreciated then — and it’s only one-sided. Giving isn’t fully making him happy even if it’s his only option given how most people perceive him. 

The teacup only fills to the brim if Levi can let go for like half an hour getting some good ole kitty on your lap treatment. He silently lays there and enjoys your hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He looks genuinely peaceful that way. His hand palms gently at your thigh and knee, and rests there all tranquil while he ruminates about his day and how lucky he is to have you.

The whole ‚theorzing rather than going for it‘ thing stems from you listening to those people a bit too much at the beginning. Instead of asking Levi directly about touch, and to be fair: Not a single human being has done that yet, you try to figure him out at a distance. Which is also a good thing though. 

You learn about many Levi habits others would overlook, misinterpret, or don’t think have any meaning. The more you learn about him, the more understanding you become, the more protective you will be, the less he will avoid intimacy. Because Levi really doesn’t want to shy away, but often his body has too much memory in it to be instantly receptive. So it rather starts with the mind, then.

The irony is. Levi rejecting bonds with others as not to have them weigh heavy on his mind when fighting will only make it worse. You make a statement to him that if he fully immerses himself in what you have, he can fight better and actually be without those godforsaken regrets he’s always talking about. That’s why when you’re having sex, you make him look in your eyes and kiss their lids, and wrap your legs around him very firmly because Levi has to know he’s deeply yours. 

Hugs, the same thing. You squeeze the last curse out of him every time and tell him to hold you tight as well. You do have to tell him twice. Just because Levi is the strongest man in history, doesn’t mean he embraces very roughly. In fact, Levi is not used to this at all. Even more irony. Paradis’ ever-swearing, most badass titan killer with the physical excellence of a hundred acrobats can’t execute the simple act of putting his arms around you in a normal, casual way.

The why is the harder thing to talk about. Last time he got proper, truly loving hugs was way over 20 years ago. From Kuchel, during a time where he was too young to remember these things long-term. Let that sink in. It confuses him when he does it and even more so when others do. Kissing Historia’s hand even as a light official gesture was already completely unusual for him and a first time. 

Levi doesn’t go beyond what he sees others doing in that regard. No extra miles, just imitating. Now think of him with something as big a deal as embracing his lover for minutes. He lets his arms just hang there and you gotta make him learn how to intertwine fingers or how to press his palms on your back. You’re the one holding him tight there, while Levi’s mind and stare go blank, he’s even more speechless and perplexed after confronting his uncle back then.

I’m not kidding. You have to ask Levi to be forthcoming with those things as well, it simply does not occur to him, and he’s unsure about everything there is to it. What a loveless world this guy is in. If it already frustrates you to see him struggle, imagine how deprived he must be. One of his inner blocks is, Levi has major jealousy of guys who are what he thinks a better hugging height. It’s obviously the other way around to anybody who’d be in love with Levi. 

Of course he has the best hugging height by far. What’s not to like? He’s ideal. But in his perspective, imagine all these people above him wrapping around each other in moments of enthusiasm, shoulder-level on shoulder-level, or only with slight differences. And when it comes to him, it feels awkward because they feel strange bending down only for him and Armin.

And that’s probably the issue. Because it’s much better not to bend and try and intertwine, but just have Levi bury his face into your winter coat without a hassle. You don’t have to be perfectly chest to chest to make it work. Besides… romantic hugs are always a bit different. And, you invite Levi to do exactly that with you. Since Levi’s pet peeve is politeness, you’ll also have to show him the difference between mere courtesy and love, he hasn’t fully learned it either. 

But just so you know. Levi is not a naive baby or raging bull in a china shop once he has given his love to someone. He observes well, adapts well. When it’s heartfelt, when it’s the right moment, it comes out almost by surprise, he’s feeling it and he will respond to you. With serenity and intent.

If there’s someone who can be unpretentious with physicality, that’s him. He just has to transfer that to romantic gestures and Levi will be the perfect lover after some time. He’ll end up like, „Eh, so what. We do this hugging thing!“ — Hilarious. Levi, knowing his battle tactics, does have a sort of innate courage to approach bodies: This time, it’s about someone he wants to give pleasure and gratitude to, though. Which will feel very different. 

And you’re a lady he’s all whipped for, that changes everything. He might sort of try to lean at the wall next to you, to murmur about you kissing him after eating cake so he’s full of crumbs „and now I have to dust it all off again, hmph“, but he is not prepared for another kiss and you tickling him pinned against the wall (he’s not ticklish, but you still love it, and Levi has a thing for you being all over him despite his stoic face).

So yeah, Levi will be super grumpy and do the „Oi oi!“ thing, but also turn around so you won’t see the blush. Man, is he embarrassed. He will try to waddle away awkwardly to do paperwork, but no chance if you tug him back by the sleeve, dust off his shirt from crumbs, and squeeze his cheeks into a perfect Levi snoot. I’m telling you, he has a nice pouty face. 

He might assume that you’re out of your mind because nobody has done that with him yet, but once you tell him that you just wanna look at him because every day might be the last, he sees the point of your antics. Merely saying you kiss him just because won’t make sense to the captain, it’s gotta have a purpose for the future.  

So, you will tell him to always remember what your soothing lips do on him before he draws the blade tomorrow, and that he has plenty of filthy crumbs to come home to. „I think that’s right by what we’ve seen today“ is what he’ll admit, and carries you off to the bed to get grinding because all that stuff made him kinda turned on. Or rather, you grind, Levi on the other hand gets flustered. He complains about you being a tease at length since he’s having a huge she-pinned-me-to-the-wall boner. 

You sit on his face to take it even further and as his favorite treat, end of discussion, your goddess is here mister. Geez, you’ll make him a hot mess. That dick won’t go soft anytime soon. You’ll talk to him about when his face is already ruined with cake crumbs, he has nothing to lose, gotta clean up anyway. The grumbling noise from below tells you that the argument is a good one. For good measure, you palm at his trousers to see his legs react and his voice suddenly hitch. Ah, it’s a wonderful day.

Levi knows a thing or two about holding his breath correctly, but what he likes the most is that he feels perfectly sandwiched between thigh Rose and thigh Maria. Yeah, he does consider them his personal comfort walls and hopes they’ll always be there. Congruently, Levi wraps his arms around them, in fact it’s locking rather than wrapping, and you’re like I see wow he’s serious. 

On goes his tongue lapping away between your labia pretty much incessantly. The arousal is so intense, you have to breathe in yourself. Oh shit, Levi is gonna try to finish you off, shots fired. Not fast, but insisting. He does not bother with you panting pretty damn hard whatsoever. He’s calling people like that, but Levi might be the real brat all along.

Fair enough, he currently doesn’t hear anything, which he also loves the idea of. All day, people everywhere are talking nonsense, and now he gets to enjoy perfect silence. His ears are small, they’re easy to cover with thighs. He just goes on and on and gets you past lord how many brinks with a heated buildup. 

There are a lot of evil things Mister Zeke has said and committed, but by far the most offending thing he has yet insinuated is that Levi is not popular with the ladies. Blasphemy, treason, outrage, éclat, trickery, criminal offense, international slander, the most grueling case of fake news since the horse left the building, and no, Jean is not meant. With those oral skills, any lady interested in him would get a permanently bleeding nose and something else permanently wet as you can personally attest to.

If Paradis would even remotely know what he can do in bed (and they would if Connie told them, he lives next door), even more people would run down his house than they already do to get a piece of him. Jesus Christ, the Ackerstamina. But I mean. People are probably suspecting it. 

How can you not move like a god in bed if you can bend yourself into any Pythagorean shape mid-air. Him being a fighter also gives him experience with managing energy when you have sex, I’m not kidding. Levi can even handle you thrusting right back on his tongue, and even your jokes about how he’s getting the cream to his tea now.

Levi is already kind of dripping in juice. His fingers are sweaty, this time it’s something on his face and hands he prefers though. He won’t wipe it off just yet. So you take on the task to put a condom on him — kind of expensive, mysteriously imported, gotta make every one count my friend — and have Levi take you from behind to soil the bedsheets completely at this point. 

Levi lets all the leaking happen, of course he notices, and yet he’s too focused on you gripping his cock hard all the way. So much for walls. Levi has to surrender to the thought of you squeezing him in any way you fancy at this point. That doesn’t just include the face, that much he learned. His cock is gonna fall off, you tighten up so much and make him squirm, Levi’s all blissed out.

He can’t handle your ass either. He just stares like the Founding Titan invented a brand new method to hypnotize the Ackermans or something. Although. Why’d you need to come up with something, though? People they love completely enthrall them already. 

If we know something by now, it's that every Ackerman gets completely fucked in the head out of the blue and sent to another dimension when they’re with the love of their life, no hypnotizing device needed. Levi is clasping his teeth for his dear life back there. People asking him if he’s gone mad he’d answer ‚maybe‘, but if you asked him if this made him lose it he would admit it.

Since he doesn’t know what to do with his hands again, you ask him to place them at your waist. „Properly, now slide in, Levi.“ — He takes his time for the first few thrusts, grunts, but gets the hang of it, in fact he’s a pro in the making. All that vertical maneuvering can turn into horizontal maneuvering very quickly. Levi feels so strange and so good at the same time, it’s overwhelming. How can something he thought would be so dirty be this amazing? 

And since this position allows him to penetrate you even deeper, Levi gets the full experience of being inside of you times two. The wet noise already turns him on, his body feels so warmed up, and he feels really shocked he’s doing this. Although his face won’t show, it’ll be concentrated as before. On the inside, Levi is losing it.

He can’t get enough of your body and how you tell him what to do, Levi will be driving it home in no time. You’re gonna have your jaw dropped by how lusty he can get yourself, but also love how he’s really breaking a sweat just because of your hard grip. Who would have thought. 14-meter class titans got nothing on you. Levi’s entire neck and chest is glazed over. You call him out on it, all you’re gonna get is a little ‚tch, that’s your fault, woman‘. I mean of course it is. He’s literally at your mercy. I told you he’s hilarious.

Little did you know that Levi will straight-up ignore his sweatiness and just continue, one heartbeat at a time, to really fill you out and make you feel good. Can you imagine. Levi dedicating like 20 minutes to make sweet love to you doggystyle. 

He has a good feeling for keeping you just on the verge of cumming. He even reaches around to press two fingers into your clit after five minutes of figuring out his angles. You didn’t expect this at all. It’s as if Levi can read your mind going „but his hands are gonna get really messy, why?“ — he just goes on rubbing and says, deadpan: „Miss, do I look like I care.“

Some dirty things in the world are just there to annoy him. They’re not existing to make his life easier. And toilet humor-related things: We know Levi’s stance on that. Wet pussy on the other hand: Surprise. He thinks of it very differently. Levi is pretty caught off guard by the fact that you loving and adoring him is the reason you’re leaking so much. 

It sinks in (um, literally) that you’re all drippy because you really want him inside. Not to mention that he constantly realizes just how attracted to him you are. Your desire for him, that’s Ackerman kryptonite. Levi doesn’t miss your eyes, nope. That motherfucker is a damn good face reader.

And— How warmed up your body feels in his hands, how you’re breathing. How you’re telling him exactly how to tilt to hit the good spots. How you’re sucking in air when he does just that. How you sound, grip the pillow, the sheets. Your goosebumps all over your legs. How your lips part. How you wait for every thrust. The way you tell him how good it is. Your pulse. Your own sweaty back, letting his hands on your waist slip and slide a little with the rhythm. 

How he’s struggling not to moan his soul out and chokes back. How you’re softly moving to glide off, he’s gonna lose his mind. How much you’re enjoying him and how cute you tell him he is. Whatever you’d ask of him, he’s so ready to fulfill it. You having the absolute hots for Levi is probably gonna preoccupy him for the whole night while you’re sleeping and he sits in the chair.

He’s been shooting grumpy cat level eye daggers with extra Ackerpoison at the corps couples for walking around showing any signs of this. Making all those lovey-dovey faces or going to the back of the barn together. Levi has chased them with his favored broom to whoop-diddly-doop those horndog soldiers back on track, swirling his weapon of choice around to send a sweeping cloud of dust after them.

Whereas now… he has to deal with the fact that he really loves all that horny stuff. Cognitive dissonance 101 is striking him out of nowhere. I mean he’d not fuck in the barn, that one is truly disgustingly shittily bastardly filthy or however he’d word it, but you get the gist. He caught feelings and caught pleasure — and that’s such a good thing.

His problem is, Levi wouldn’t know how to fawn right back at you. Except saying „good job“ like he’d praise a cadet, but he decides that’s not something to say during sex. He’s very right about that indeed. So instead: He will always reply to you accordingly and with Levi-typical honesty. 

If you say you love how he kisses your neck from behind, he will tell you he’s enjoying it as well because damn he loves that spot indeed (titans can tell you a story about it… Levi has such a neck fixation, that fucker). And: Letting actions speak the loudest with him. He’s a practical guy. Levi’s hands can to the most complicated reverse grips and all that crazy human Beyblade shit. Getting you off at his fingertips is gonna be his easiest exercise ever once he gets into it.

He doesn’t even do it to show off at this point. Levi is just that kind of a sex machine and eager to please, not to mention god, is he obedient and a giver in disguise. If Levi were offered the most luxurious, expensive tea available versus your breasts to suck on for a week given he’s free of titan duty… that cup is gonna turn cold. He loves the skinship and he loves giving you a fuckton of orgasms, as many as you like and as many he has time for.

Self-explanatory, this is something he will not feel one bit of regret about. Hours touching you is the farthest from wasting time to Levi. The less he holds back with his love, the more secure things become. He doesn’t feel the misery he thought he’d run into, nor does it feel like a reckless act that’s only something feeble. 

The new soap every other week on his table alone reminds him you’re here to stay and like his every quirk, and make this a private thing rather than something to parade around. You never lied saying „Levi, you’re mine.“ He does wrap his head around the fact that all of this is happening with time.

Levi finds your relationship meaningful because it gives him feelings and exactly that emotional harbor he never had before, and he gifts you the reverence of your lifetime since Levi doesn’t half-ass anything. You reassured and guided him so much, he looks up to that, it breaks down his prejudice against loving more and more. That’s how you’ll feel intimate in all kinds of ways for very intense hours he can spare to make the most out of it. 

From the light touch at his arm to making out until the candles burn down. And if you tell Levi to sell the deal and dedicate his heart, how can he not take that as a serious order. He has to be guarded to put his guard down, and that’s what you can offer him, and he will create something lasting out of it. Promise is promise to him, we all know.

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Top 20 Female/Joshi Wrestlers of 2021 (Part 4)

Description: We're a long way away from the "Women's Revolution" and in some ways the treatment of female wrestling talent in the West has reverted back to the "Diva Era". In contrast, Joshi Wrestling at companies like STARDOM, has not only been able to stay afloat but grow during the pandemic. Not to be outdone though; the women's divisions of WWE, AEW, Impact & ROH still put up and good fight and overall made it a competitive year for women in Pro Wrestling. 18. Jade Cargill-Jade hasn't done a lot since coming in to AEW. Outside of the tag team match with Shaq against Cody & Brandi Rhodes, you'd be hard pressed to really remember anything she's done previous to last Summer. She had a short feud with Red Velvet and Leyla Hirsch, but her biggest wins came in the tournament for the TBS Championship, scoring victories on Thunder Rosa & Ruby Soho. AEW seems to have a lot of faith in Cargill and if you've ever seen her, you know she has some attributes that are very attractive in the Pro Wrestling business. She's tall, she's muscular, she's strong as hell, she's gorgeous, she's sexy, she can cut a promo and she just exudes confidence and charisma. Since she’s won the title, she’s been kind of running through the bottom of the division but only time will tell what the ultimate goal for this reign is.

17. Hikaru Shida-While Shida hasn’t won any titles last year, she did make history by getting her 50th win and being the fastest woman to that many victories in AEW. She was disappointed in her championship reign, feeling that she could have done more but even after it ended, she stayed in the mix. Riho was their first Joshi champion and the first champion of the women's division overall, but you can tell AEW really wants Shida to be their first success from Japan. Riho is kind of a part-timer, but Shida moved to the United States, and you can see in how they use her in their marketing and their promotional material that they put a lot of stock into her progress.

16. Nikki A.S.H.-Nikki Cross' transition into Nikki A.S.H. was kind of disaster but if it's not a lie and Nicola Glencross herself came up with the idea than I have to give her kudos for that. Although it didn't work, Vince McMahon rarely listens to pitches for other people's ideas but the fact he not only allowed her to give him an idea, but it led to her winning Money in the Bank, her first Championship and then the tag titles with Rhea is nothing short of amazing.

15. Raquel González/Rodriguez-Raquel was transitioned to the top of the women's division in NXT fairly slowly and I think that's because originally, she just wasn't polished, she wasn't as good when she was first signed. When I saw her in the Mae Young Classic for the first time, she looked kind of clumsy and uncomfortable working with smaller girls at her size. Being from Texas she also had a generic cowgirl gimmick too, which probably wasn't going to work in the long run. Over time she became a spoiler, a destroyer; she was walking through her competition, and the NXT fanbase became drawn to her. The “take no prisoner's” attitude, the muscular build, her stiff and brutal work style became something to look forward to.

On April 7th, 2021 at Stand & Deliver, she would defeat Io Shirai to win her first championship in the company, in one of her best matches since she debuted. Her title reign started off great; scoring victories over women like Ember Moon and her former bestie, Dakota Kai, but this was during the time where NXT began to shift into NXT 2.0 and at Halloween Havoc, she would drop the belt to Mandy Rose.

14. Io Shirai-The former "Ace of Stardom" didn't have as smooth of a run in NXT as her former stablemate in Triple Tails, Kana (Asuka in WWE)...or her one-time rival, Kairi Hojo (Kairi Sane in WWE). Between the dominance of Shayna Baszler over the NXT Women's Championship and then the return of Charlotte Flair to the brand, she was kind of being utilized below her talent level and her status as someone you could really build a division around. Although she defeated Charlotte and became the champion and she had the biggest match of her career against Sasha Banks @ The Great American Bash in 2020, it seemed like they didn't realize how valuable she was until it was too late.

In 2021, she defeated the likes of Toni Storm, Mercedes Martinez, Rhea Ripley & Candice LaRae in retention of her title; some of the best female wrestlers in the world, but after losing her championship to Raquel Gonzalez her last "hurrah" as a member of NXT's roster would come in the form of her tag title win with Zoey Stark.

If her career in WWE never goes any further, she still accomplished a lot. Even though she wasn't treated like the asset she is, and the company still hasn't figured out how to present Joshi talent, if she has to return home to Japan..she will do it with some decoration and some new accolades to her name.

13. Becky Lynch-Although she was the WWE Raw Women's Champion in 2021, Becky isn't closer to the top of this list because she wasn't available for most of the year, she was raising her newborn baby girl, Roux. While she was at home working on motherhood, she still remained one of the most over people in the company and a thorn in the side of Charlotte Flair. As Charlotte took her place at the head of Raw's women's division and tried to actually put their young prospects from NXT over for a change, her feuds fell flat and failed put any momentum behind those women. The more and more it looked like we could have Becky back; at any moment, Charlotte's matches began getting drowned out by the background noise of "We want Becky" chants. At Summerslam 2021, Becky finally showed her face. Bianca Belair's opponent, Sasha Banks was unavailable, so Becky took her place in the Smackdown Women's Title match, that she won in a squash after sucker punching the unprepared Belair.

The then SmackDown Women's Champion traded titles with the then Raw Women's Champion, Charlotte Flair after she was drafted to Raw with SmackDown's title still around her waist. The two would clash at Survivor Series that year in a match that Becky won, and she continues her dominance to this day. "Big Time Becks" as she's now called hasn't had any major rivalries yet, but I think the Royal Rumble will be the gateway to some big matches.

[fuckthisshitimin]

@raedaweek, day 1: Strawberry!

Trigger Warnings are in the tags. They do contain spoilers.

Nighttime craving

It’s almost six in the morning, and Raine can’t believe they were able to stay this long. They didn’t follow Eda’s rhythm, and they stopped drinking two hours ago, when they felt like they could throw up. For their defense, their roommate was making them twirl like crazy.

“Life of a Party Girl! Sexy girl!”

They laugh, trying to shush Edalyn as they help her through the door. The building is far warmer than the November night, and their roommate’s arm around their neck starts to burn. Three rows of stairs it is.

It’s a slow process, and they can’t tell if they are more amused or annoyed at Eda’s constant giggling, tripping and sudden touches. It’s a brutal stop between two steps, her manicured hands around their face, her eyes locking into theirs.

“Life is short Raine. You need to be happy.”

And her voice is low, serious like she’s delivering the most important secret of her life, and Raine can only blush and laugh and get her back on track. Without the rush of alcohol coursing through their veins, they realize how exhausted they are, and when they finally get Eda into the appartement they share, they let her collapse on the couch, mumbling into one of the cushions. She groans when they turn on the kitchenette lights, taking two glasses from the cupboard to fill them with water.

They down one of them quickly, re-filling it before joining Eda on the couch, their legs giving up. They danced so much. They aren’t sure they can get up to reach their bed. But their whole body is sore, and if they fall asleep here, they will pay the price for it tomorrow.

“Drink. You’ll say thank you tomorrow.”

“I don’t want water. I want strawberry juice. And strawberry shortcake. Oh! And chocolate, and champagne.”

They laugh, readjusting a strand of hair behind Eda’s ear. So it doesn’t cover her eyes so much. Her tired, drunk, happy eyes.

“What, are you pregnant? Then you definitely shouldn’t be drinking.”

The eyes close, and she pushes her face in the cushions, smothering a groan. She moves awkwardly, visibly trying to kick Raine somehow. They contain the slow hit with their hands, and Eda unburies her arm from beneath her stomach to pinch them. She laughs. The pinching hurts. They roll their eyes.

“Stop it, Eda.”

“No.”

She unburies her face, smiling at them. But her voice is off. And she pinches them again. The exact same spot, a bit harsher.

“Eda! I’m serious.”

She sticks her tongue out, and jumps on her legs to walk to the window. She laughs, it’s really nothing funny, and they try to calm the intuition that tells them something is definitely not okay. Eda is drunk. She acts weird. But they’ve seen her drunk a thousand times and more, they’ve never seen her like that. Looking at them with a mean, mean, smile.

“Yeah, you’re not funny.”

They take the hit. She knew that would hurt. And yet. They frown.

“Eda, what is wrong?”

They want an apology. They know they won’t have it now. This part will have to wait for tomorrow, probably.

“Nothing. Ugh, why don’t we have champagne? We have whiskey, though. Is there any tonic left in the fridge?”

She doesn’t walk to the fridge though, and instead opens the window, walks back to the couch where she left her bag and digs out her pack of cigarettes. It takes a few tries for the lighter to throw out a pale flame and with her cigarette lit up she walks back to the window, welcoming the chill air of the night. She should wear something other than her dress. Even if she can’t feel it, she’s getting cold.

“Did I say something?”

“No.”

It’s a quick, breathy, heavy No. A no that Raine believes means yes. So they play the conversation back in their head. Let’s start with the last thing they said.

“Is it the pregnancy joke? I mean, I know you’re careful. You know I didn’t imply anything, right?”

“Right.”

Eda’s voice is rarely this dry. The worst part is probably that she stares back at them, and laughs.

Raine loves Eda’s laughter. It’s sincere and free, it’s full of a child-like joy that never dies. Eda laughs in the face of adversity, she laughs about her disease, her laughter is brave and fulfilling and warm. This? This is bitter like burnt coffee.

“Eda, please, look at me.”

She does. And for a second, they get the urge to run to her and close the window, because in her eyes they catch the shadow of a void so harsh, of a pain so breath-taking they are afraid she might jump. She averts her gaze immediately, and she snickers again, taking a hit of her cigarette.

“Are you really pregnant? And I ask without any judgement. I swear. If it’s that, I can help you figure things out.”

“I can’t be pregnant.”

She stares at the void, the dark streets, the gutter and the houses. Sleeping. And her voice is so fragile. Like shattered glass. Raine feels like they are walking on that.

“Denial will not help you. It’s your choice, of course, but if you want an abortion—”

“No, I mean it. I can’t. I can’t be pregnant. Ever.”

She doesn’t look back at them. They try to get closer, slowly. Waiting for her to tell them off. They are about to put a hand on her shoulder when she moves away.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t have to.”

She leans forward more, and the fear is back. They want to hold her. To keep her from jumping. And she smiles. Still bitter. Still sad.

“It’s stupid. I don’t even know if I want kids. Always said I didn’t want any.”

They have half a mind to be sassy. To tell her that, see, she wants to talk about it. But she would probably shut off. Go to bed, and avoid the subject for as long as possible. So they just wait, patiently, while she smokes in silence. Taking poisoned breath after poisoned breath until the cigarette is gone, and she crushes its remains on the window ashtray. She plays with her fingers, and they walk back to the couch to grab the glass they put on the coffee table. This time, she accepts it, downing it slowly. She grimaces. When it is clear she won’t say anything unprompted, they try:

“It’s not stupid.”

And she snickers. Raises the glass of water before taking another sip.

“It is.” And she laughs, so softly it makes Raine want to cry. “I mean, what did I expect? And you know what’s really, really funny?”

They wait for it, the hit that will make Eda’s tears stream down her cheeks, and yet she doesn’t stop to smile when she says:

“I had an abortion when I was eighteen.”

And she erupts into a laughter that is filled with atrocious sobs, she closes her eyes in the mimic of a happy expression she can’t fake right now. She’s too tired and too drunk and too sad.

“It’s a little bit ironic… don’t you think?”

She half-sings, and they hate to hear her voice like that. She brings her palm to her eyes, trying to dry the still pouring tears and she walks away from the window, shuffling once more through her bag to get her cigarettes. Her hands are shaking too much, she can’t grab anything and when she starts sobbing again, there is no trace left of the awful laughter from earlier. It’s heart-breaking and wet and she cries out for moment before taking her bag and emptying it on the floor, managing to grab her pack of cigarettes. Her breath is hitched and she attempts to count the seconds but it fails and she just coughs and cries out one last sob. She clenches her jaw, sitting on the floor, placing a cigarette between her lips. She tries to light it, realizing too late that she just set the butt of the tube on fire. She takes it out easily, chuckling.

She sniffles, throwing the now useless cigarette at the other end of the living room before grabbing a new one, checking that she puts it between her lips the right way. She takes a cushion to crush between her arms, but it’s not enough. So she throws it to the wall. She didn’t realize Raine had gotten this close.

“Can I touch you?”

They look at her with such gentleness. Such patience. And she can’t believe she let herself go like that. She’s used to keeping people at bay. Not too much. She still has friends. But Raine… they’re closer than that.

Maybe it’s because they lived together for so long.

Maybe it’s because she inexplicably trusts them.

They’re the first person she opened up to about endometriosis. Well, they saw her falling and screaming, so she had to explain. But they always have this look on their face. It’s like she can do anything. And sometimes, she feels crazy enough to think about kissing them.

And now, she regrets everything, because she didn’t ask, and it’s brutal, she has no balance even though she’s on the floor, she can’t make out the taste of Raine’s lips because of the cigarette, her tears are still salty on her lips and she immediately breaks away, gets up, walks back to the window, leans on the railing like it’s the only thing that’s preventing her from falling. From jumping. She buries her face in her hands. She doesn’t want to face them. Not now.

She remembers, now. That’s why she doesn’t open up to people this much. Because then she gets all pitiful, and big surprise, it doesn’t help. She can deal with things on her own. She doesn’t have to be a burden to Raine, to anyone. She didn’t have to hurt them. But she let them get so close to her heart. And that is the result. She doesn’t want to see that she broke their trust.

“I’m sorry, Raine.” She can’t believe how patient they’ve been with her. And she has a very shitty way to give back. “I really am. Can we? Can we let it go for tonight?”

She hears them walking towards her, stopping at a safe distance. Are they scared she would kiss them again? She would never. But she did. Once.

“It’s okay. But I feel like you need to talk.”

Their intuitions are always right. She doesn’t know how they do that. She wishes she had that kind of superpower, but it looks like she only has a flair for mistakes and misjudgments. She wants to tell them. That she gets what she deserves, that she’s a bad person, a failure as a woman, and in her head her voice is harsh and unjust. She doesn’t want to word it like that. Because she knows it’s not true. She knows that the violence of her thoughts is undeserved, she knows she’s not to blame. She doesn’t regret getting an abortion. Even if it was her one and only chance at having a child. She regrets she isn’t that person anymore, this child who had the power to chose that she didn’t want a child. She can’t choose anymore. And this is what she regrets. And she wants to tell that to Raine, because she knows they’ll listen, she knows how to say it, she regrets the choice that’s been taken from her, she is sad, and hurt, and afraid that those wounds may never heal, so she opens her mouth but no words can come out.

And she panics. She doesn’t want that. She wants to talk. She needs to talk. She wants to tell them.

“Eda, do you think I can leave you alone a few minutes?”

They won’t come back. They run away from her. Probably one of their instincts. Yes, it’s safer not to be around her, not to let themselves get stained by her pain.

“The bakery must be open. I can get strawberry shortcake, and juice, and chocolate. Coffee would be better than champagne, though.”

She uncovers her face instantly. How can they still look at her like she’s so precious?

“I told you I’m not pregnant.”

“You don’t need to be.”

And they walk closer, and she nods, and they put a hand on her cheek.

“Edalyn.” She likes how her name sounds in their voice. It’s liquid and sweet like syrup. “You don’t need to be pregnant to be a mother if you want to be. You don’t need to be pregnant to have someone indulge in your nighttime strawberry cravings. I know it doesn’t take the pain away, but you don’t need to be. We can talk about that when I get back, okay?”

She nods again, and slowly, Raine gets up on their toes, reaching forward to let their lips caress her cheek where their hand had been. It’s half the ghost of a kiss, but when they walk away, when they close the door, she can still feel the soft, gut-churning burn on her skin.

[m-y-fandoms]

1 Thing I Love & 1 Thing I Hate About EVERY Danganronpa Character Part 1

Part 2

SPOILERS FOR ALL THREE MAIN GAMES

I’d love to hear our opinions as well in the comments or my inbox or DM’s! If you try this trend with DR characters, tag me!

Sayaka Maizono

♡ Her passion for her career and friends.

✘ The way she tries to screw over Makoto when the game had just begun. Like wait and see what happens before screwing over such a great guy? Leon didn’t deserve it either.

Leon Kuwata

♡ His voice actor (English), and how real and human his execution was in that we all would be so scared and irrational. It was just so iconic and sad as it’s our first introduction to the death in this series and we all think: “shit, this is real... they are really killing these kids.” I didn’t think it would be that brutal, just seeing his body limp at the end with the haunting music.

✘ His design is disgusting. I hate how he looks.

Chihiro Fujisaki

♡ So innocent, so kind, so intelligent

✘ Shouldn’t have been killed for such a stupid reason, also they did Mondo dirty with that motive for killing as well. Just a mess. As for the actual character, Chihiro cries right off the bat when you do your introductions and that was kind of annoying to me personally.

Mondo Oowada

♡ He has a lot of respect, understanding and emotions for someone I thought would be a hard-ass douche biker.

✘ The worst motive to kill ever in a game where you know you’re getting executed if you’re found out. Like you’d be extra careful and that’s his reason to kill? Lazy writing.

Celestia Ludenberg

♡ Bad bitch energy and her goth lolita design.

✘ Manipulation and double murder. Bad bitch energy only goes so far. Confidence is different then selfishness. Also, of all the chapter 3 triple murders... the worst motive to kill.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

♡ Emotions: secure in his masculinity, able to cry, show emotions, and apologize when he’s wrong. He’s funny and likable.

✘ The Ishimondo white hair thing was stupid. Taka was fine on his own.

Hifumi Yamada

♡ Writing takes talent, fan fiction as much as any other style or genre. Also the talent of his voice actor (who also voices Kiibo/K1-B0).

✘ Literally everything else about him.

Sakura Oogami

♡ I love everything about her. I love her wisdom, loyalty, design, voice etc. Just step on me, mother.

✘ Why the hell would she ever agree to be a spy even if it meant the end of her dojo? I just don’t think she would do that rationally because she isn’t selfish. The others would suffer for her spying. She remedies this with redemption in her letter in chapter 4 but still she should’ve said no off the bat. Everyone had something to lose. The dojo wasn’t worth spying for monokuma. Also I just don’t think she would commit suicide. She can’t help the remaining students survive and redeem herself truly if she’s dead.

Kyoko Kirigiri

♡ Bad bitch energy, calm and collected when I could never be.

✘ Especially in future arc of the anime, damn can you show some emotion please? Through your words and expressions not just your actions. Sure she was willing to “die” for Makoto but like I just want more emotion from her sometimes, even in THH.

Makoto Naegi

♡ So pure. I Love Bryce Papenbrook. Makoto reminds me of Sora and I love his design.

✘ In THH I didn’t mind his innocence but in the Danganronpa 3 future arc anime, when people started straight up abusing him and accusing him, he needed to grow a little backbone.

Byakuya Togami

♡ Love my dad, king shit, also love how over the progression of the games and animes he becomes a little more kind to his friends.

✘ Why the fuck did he mess with Chihiro’s body? Just so cruel and disrespectful.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

♡ Funny magic man. Sexy voice.

✘ Please. Please Hiro use your brain just once. Why do we have to prove Kyoko isn’t a ghost?!

Toko Fukawa

♡ Character development in UDG and I love Genocider.

✘ Putting down herself and others constantly gets old in THH.

Aoi Asahina

♡ Love her voice actress and her personality

✘ We really just gonna get everyone killed in chapter 4 huh? Surely you know they don’t all deserve that.

Junko Enoshima

♡ A very memorable villain with great hair and design.

✘ I just can’t stand her. I hate her so much.

Mukuro Ikusaba

♡ Her mercenary background is super cool as a concept.

✘ Too bad it wasn’t explored nearly enough.

Hajime Hinata

♡ Seeing the protagonist be a little less naive, innocent and positive than Makoto was a refreshing change, although I loved Makoto. I liked Hajime’s cynicism and expressions that sometimes just screamed “this shit again, huh?”

✘ I enjoy the way Izuru looks but I hate him as a character. He is sexy to look at but Hajime is just a better character overall

Teruteru Hanamura

♡ His love for his family and mother especially is so cute and heart breaking if you know the full story.

✘ He needs to know when to dial it back and quit with the perversions. And no it’s not just how he looks, Miu needs to chill at times, too.

Twogami

♡ I feel like he genuinely cares about his friends, just hides it well

✘ His death felt like a cop out and poorly written. It just didn’t sit right with me. Also his design is disgusting to me, his outfit and such.

Mahiru Koizumi

♡ Loyal to her close friends.

✘ I just have no interest in her as a character and I find her boring.

Peko Pekoyama

♡ Loyalty. Loyalty is something I value very highly in every form of relationship. Peko is also very hot.

✘ Come on girl... I know how you were raised but you should’ve known Fuyuhiko didn’t think of you as just a tool and you two should’ve expressed your true feelings long ago. Like even in secret. How do you live like this? Also I feel like killing Mahiru could’ve been avoided with a calm talk.

Ibuki Mioda

♡ Cute design, positive vibes.

✘ Cringe sometimes in the way she talks.

Hiyoko Saionji

♡ Beautiful character design and some very good insults and snarky remarks at times.

✘ Just irredeemably mean and annoying. Even when you do her free time events she is just so annoying.

Mikan Tsumiki

♡ I like her design as well as her hair, expressions, sprites and clothing.

✘ I hate her. I just hate her whether she’s in her true psycho form or timid stuttering form. She’s just annoying in my opinion.

Nekomaru Nidai

♡ So supportive, can hold my drink at a party. Respects everyone and wants the best for them.

✘ Bro Mechamaru was a stupid plot point. I just couldn’t stand looking at him and couldn’t take it seriously. Still sad when he died though.

Chiaki Nanami

♡ From chapter 5 of sdr2 on she is impossible not to love if you didn’t already. Just the selflessness, the sadness of the reveal and execution, how she returns to help Hajime at the end???? I love her. I love her hair design, color palette, her personality, everything.

✘ I’m bitter and miserable about her being the only class member to actually die (the despair arc anime) also her falling asleep at random times is kind of odd and she doesn’t seem to be like that later on in the game??? Like it seemed like a cheap joke but not actually who she is? Hard for me to explain.

Gundham Tanaka

♡ King shit, couldn’t praise him enough. He’s sexy, loves animals, and is funny as hell sometimes. His voice actor is a saint and a cool dude and I named my guinea pigs after the Dark Devas (yes I know they are hamsters in the games.)

✘ Come on dude. I get that being from Hell and magic and having evil powers is your shtick, but we all know that you and Nekomaru sacrificed yourselves so the others wouldn’t starve. We know you care about your classmates. There comes a time when it’s time to let personas and facades fade and be true to your heart. I just feel like him denying he cared at the end hurt. We all know he cared. I didn’t like how he was haughty until the end. He deserved better. I love him.

Nagito Komaeda

♡ I love him so much. So cunning and intelligent, always a step ahead. And he’s big sexy.

✘ Him killing himself in chapter 5 hurt me so bad I was like in denial for days. Also hate how Bryce Papenbrook gives him a raspy stoner psycho voice in the game then a light airy higher-pitched voice in the despair arc anime. It just bothers me. I love his voice still but the inconsistency just hurts my OCD

Sonia Nevermind

♡ I love that she’s so interested in her passions and love her feelings for Gundham

✘ Her outfit and bow are atrocious. Also why didn’t she start liking and talking to Gundham sooner on? Their romance bloomed late and it would’ve made for a better chapter 4 ending if they were a bit closer.

Kazuichi Souda

♡ Cool design and outfit, love his voice (also voices Kaito in V3) and his backstory is relatable at times. He’s also very human in that he’s scared a lot of the time or insecure or blames others in panicked situations. It’s not always a good thing but it’s human and realistic.

✘ Gosh he can be so annoying. Sometimes flirting or whining too much is well... too much.

Akane Owari

♡ Strong-willed and definitely someone I would be friends with

✘ What the hell is her outfit? Gymnasts and athletes don’t wear that shit. Stop objectifying her when it doesn’t even make the product or plot better. Like there’s absolutely no point to making her dress that way. I was a gymnast for 15 years. Even those who do parkour (which Akane seems to do more often than actual gymnastics in the anime and game) don’t wear what she wears. Also she’s underrated.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

♡ I love him. He’s the DR character I’m most like out of all the games and anime. Tenko is a close second. I think he’s adorable, love his character arc, development, redemption, and love his voice.

✘ In the anime/despair arc, Fuyuhiko is not done justice. He doesn’t get enough lines, has a different voice actor, just doesn’t give off the same vibes.

Izuru Kamakura

♡ Sexy man long hair good.

✘ Boring character. I wish he were just Hajime.

Kaede Akamatsu

♡ Loyalty and leadership are such attractive qualities in her. Also she faced her death with such class and dignity and I respect her because I could never.

✘ Some of the voice lines Erika does for her are just weird and cringe. Just random moans or grunts... I don’t know it’s like when Ann Takamaki from Persona 5 (also voiced by Erika) makes suggestive noises as well. Just grinds my gears. Also hate her outfit down to the hair pins.

Shuichi Saihara

♡ I love his nasally voice. I love his design and he’s so adorable. I love how emotional and compassionate he can be. He ties with Makoto for favorite protag of mine.

✘ That sprite where he sniffs his hand. And his ugly ass hat.

Rantarou Amami

♡ Sexy man, sexy voice, sexy piercings

✘ Ugly outfit, and wasted potential

Ryoma Hoshi

♡ I respect him and feel bad for his outlook on life and for how poorly he views himself. I love his little hat as well and he’s the first “different styled” character (Hifumi, Bandai, Teruteru) that I liked the design of.

✘ I hate when he says “got a long ways to go,” it’s overused and annoying, and wish he gave himself more credit. Also hate that when you first meet him he warns you that he’s killed people and is dangerous to be around. Come on buddy, you know you wouldn’t hurt your friends. Stop pushing them away.

Kirumi Tojo

♡ Competence, well rounded, skillful

✘ Boring as hell. I wouldn’t waste one free time event on her.

Angie Yonaga

♡ Dark skin, super cute, love her talent as an artist myself.

✘ Gives religious people a bad name and is super manipulative which I hate.

Tenko Chabashira

♡ I relate to her and feel bad when she’s misunderstood. She’s a good person deep down. Also love her sprites.

✘ There’s more cunning, funny and clever ways to write her digs at men.

Korekiyo Shunguuji

♡ I’m in love with this man. Long hair, voice, mystery, mask, intelligence, passion, talent.

✘ He definitely was a victim of abuse and a lot of people refuse to see that and just hate him. Team Danganronpa should’ve given him a redemption arc where he realized his sister abused him and changed.

Gonta Gokuhara

♡ I love his design except for his suit. Also he’s so cute and naive. I cried for his trail.

✘ No need talk like caveman. Better way to do this.

Kokichi Ouma

♡ Like Nagito, I value his intelligence and crazy cunning.

✘ Shouldn't have died. Also shouldn’t have manipulated Gonta. That was just cruel.

Miu Iruma

♡ She has her hilarious moments and her death surprised me and was sad.

✘ Sometimes she lacks basic empathy, i.e. calling Tenko “Tencrotch” when she just fucking died.

Maki Harukawa

♡ Amazing character development. Didn’t see her surviving until the end at the start. Also her love and passion for Kaito.

✘ “Do you wanna die?” gets old.

Kaito Momota

♡ Just the overall best bro you could ever have.

✘ Has some toxic masculinity issues and anger issues.

K1-B0

♡ Pretty much everything about him. His design, his attitude and personality, especially how amazing and cool he is chapter 5 onward, his execution made me so sad. He’s so innocent and funny without trying.

✘ When you do his free time events he’s very arrogant and just talks about himself a lot... it seems odd and not similar to the Kiibo we see throughout the game.

Himiko Yumeno

♡ Super cute design, love her voice and “Nyeh...” and her sprites. Her character development is great as well.

✘ Why did they take so long to make her important and likable?

Tsumugi Shirogane

♡ An excellent and well hidden reveal

✘ I hate her. So annoying, from the voice to the references and her personality.

[you-cant-spell-subtext-without]

Sigh. It’s quiet today, so I guess it’s about time to talk about 12x06: Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox.  

This is an episode without Cas, so clearly it revolves entirely around Cas (I'm kidding, but only a little bit).  It’s also a bottle episode and a meta writer’s wet dream, so excuse me while I nerd out - this is a long one to unpack, and I have spent too much time doing it for you.  That’s ok because, as Sam says:

DIVE IN AFTER THE CUT BUDDIES!

The Asa montage is where we start.

Asa is a Dean mirror. The parallels are pretty clear - he’s a scruffy rough around the edges hunter, Mary is the reason he got into hunting, he wears a ton of flannel, etc.  If you remain unsure, the writers throw this in at the very beginning in the montage of Asa’s life as a hunter So That You Know:

Bucky: Hey, you know they make new cars, right? Asa: I don’t want a new car. This is my lucky car. 

***Canadian!Dean confirmed.

Shaine Jones may also be the Canadian Jensen Ackles.

I don’t make the rules ok?

Back in the US, the boys surprise Jody with a visit. 

In case you forgot the episode prior to this one:

Side note: domestic Jody gives me life. 

We’re clearly supposed to see how Jody is a mom figure for the boys, and it feels nice for them to have that, especially since Mary is Taking Some Space.  Their entire dynamic warms even my cold black soul.

[romantic scene of a couple silhouetted against a sunset while sweeping music plays on Jody’s TV. The couple kisses.] 

DEAN

[his mouth full of pizza] Jody, you watching some kind of chick flick here?

JODY

Well, Dean. I’m a chick. 

Kim Rhodes YOU ARE A DELIGHT.  A side note - I know this exchange is supposed to be funny, but I feel sad for Dean (who clearly is a rom com chick).  This is a perfect example of Dean struggling to present some fabricated image of heteronormative masculinity that’s not the heart of who he actually is.  His surprise that a “badass sheriff chick” can also enjoy rom coms makes me fucking upset.  

ALSO:

Anyway, Asa has passed on and the boys tag along with Jody to the wake in support.  

SAM

Yeah, no, Jody. We… we know you’ll be fine, but… you know, we never go to hunter gatherings, outside of bars. Dad always said they were trouble, so…

DEAN

Yes, you’d be doing us a favor if you let us tag along.

***more receipts that John Winchester was an isolating abuser.  They could have at least had a normal HUNTER life and friends who hunted.

SAM  

That is a big house. [Music continues playing, coming from inside the house now]

***We now establish one “theme” of the episode.

JODY

Family home. Asa was just a guy. 

AKA pretty brutal implication that Asa didn’t have a family of his own.

Speaking of implications:

[Jody removes her coat and the three of them begin mingling. Dean finds his way to the kitchen and a cooler full of beer] DEAN

No label. Well, that’s a red flag. 

****LOL WHAT THE FUCK IS THE REASON****

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GIRL SEND HELP

Enter Bucky, who is actually (SPOILER!) the villain of the episode.

Do all hunters just walk around with this manly flannel/weird symbolic necklace combo?  Looking at you Bucky and Dean.  

Dean is surprised to find that people know who he is:

But doesn’t seem to have an issue with it until -

***Someone who just bragged the entire five hour car ride about killing Hitler shouldn’t be this concerned about what people are saying about him right? 

Or is he thinking it may involve something he isn’t comfortable sharing - since apparently there are things Dean doesn’t feel comfortable sharing as established by the prior couch conversation with Jody?  Hmmmmmm...

***Compare the expressions.  The “you’ve died four times” response is the same as the smug/proud “I killed Hitler” face.  The reaction to the “stories” is the “hey this is my personal business” reaction Dean had to Sam’s Japanese erotica art form comment. He is thinking specifically about something personal.

I wonder what it could be.

I don’t think any one had to teach Max Banes the art of seduction, but also thank you.

Also, manifesting Dean being raised by Max and Alicia’s Cool Witch Mom instead of John Trash Winchester.  Because that’s what we’re supposed to think here, correct?  Two sibling hunters usually present a brother mirror.

Worth noting Sam’s surprise that witches can also be hunters.  The John Winchester Bigotry Brain Rot runs deep.  (GOD the Sam-witch thing would have driven him crazy I LIVE FOR THAT).

Dean escapes to Asa’s office/room and proceeds to go through his things.

[Dean is in Asa’s office and finds an angel blade mounted on blue velvet inside an ornate glass-lidded box. He opens it, reaches in and pulls out the angel blade, comfortably spinning it in his hand when Sam walks in.]

SAM

Hey.

DEAN

Oh, hi. This is a real Angel Blade. I mean, this guy was legit. 

***that’s weird, why does Canadian!Dean have an angel blade?  We haven’t heard anything about angels yet, and it wasn’t in the opening montage.  Hmmmmmm, I say. Hmmmmmmm...

***Sam is also concerned about The Stories They Tell 

This one particularly:

Honestly I don’t know why he’s THAT surprised that people know he was possessed by Lucifer?  Didn’t he start like multiple apocalypses?  That’s something people tend to be in the know about. Anyhoo.

DEAN

Yeah. Apparently we’re a little bit legendary. 

SAM 

Yeah, but, I mean, so was Asa. Then a hunt went bad, and he ended up hanging from a tree, alone in the woods.

DEAN

He died on the job. No better way to go. 

SAM

You really believe that? 

DEAN

Yeah. What, you don’t? I mean, come on, Sam, it's not like we're in the “live till you're 90, die in your sleep” business. This? [Dean points at Asa’s hunting wall] This only ends one way. 

***Insert deep internal screaming about 15x20 here***

It’s Jody’s turn to be uncomfortable as we find out she and Asa were more than just friends and everyone knew it and Said Things About It and Told Stories About It.

HMMMMMMM...

Dean is surprised that Jody not only enjoys rom coms, but ruggedly hot men. Another thing they have in common.

As Dean comes to terms with the idea that Jody can be a mother figure and also a human person with a life and her own feelings and needs and thoughts, enter the person whom said lesson is actually about:

This is a Kim Rhodes Facial Expression stan account now.

So cute how Jody knows immediately that Dean is not okay.  Time to reach:

JODY

Huh. Is that why you spent the entire ride up here telling me in extreme, excruciating detail how you killed Hitler, but, uh, you neglected to mention the fact that your mom is back from the dead? 

***look, it’s another Dean doesn’t like others knowing personal information parallel!***

DEAN 

Yeah, no big deal. 

JODY

That’s a lie.

DEAN

JODY …

JODY

Look, maybe this isn't my place, and this is epic stuff, but

JODY

Yeah. Because what if I’ve changed. What if they changed? What if it just didn’t work out the way I wanted?  If you wanna talk about anything

***Killing Hitler used yet again to show Dean doesn’t care about oversharing hunting stories, but he doesn’t like for people to know personal ones.  Also, Jody mentions her son and her husband.  Her family and her romantic partner.  

Dean wasn’t just reunited with Mary this season. He was also reunited with Cas, after saying goodbye to him at the end of Season 11 when he headed to what he thought was going to be his death as the Amara-bomb.

So, this conversation isn't just about Mary (the “anything”).  It’s also about Cas (the”...absolutely anything”).

Mary chats with Mama Fox and more Points Are Made about hunters not getting to have a “normal life” or family:

MARY

I saved his life. 

LORRAINE

[scoffing] What am I supposed to say to that? After you, Asa got so… Hunting was his whole life. He never married. Never had a family, kids. And now… enjoy the wake. 

***sending Mary on a guilt spiral about Asa (mirroring her other guilt spiral about hunting as a life for her own sons)

Speaking of mirrors:

BUCKY

And Asa loved that Jeep. Fuses were shorted, fuel line was busted. Ah, he didn’t care. He’d just roll up his sleeves, he’d get right to work. 

Time to learn about today’s Big Bad.

BUCKY

Jael. He’s a crossroads demon. And he hangs people. It’s his thing. Snaps their neck, slits their throat. He’s a real piece of work. 

***Wait a second.  Jael is a demon?  Don’t...angel’s names usually end in “el” in SPNverse?

Samandriel.

Uriel.

Gabriel.

Raphael.

Gadreel.

Castiel.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Anyways the demon [questionable] killed Asa and now everyone  is trapped and also In Grave Danger.  

BUCKY

Exactly. Right, so five years later, Jael– he came back, and he came for Asa. 

JODY

How so? 

BUCKY

Asa was seeing this woman, right? She had a kid. 

LORRAINE

Marlene. 

BUCKY

Yeah, Marlene. Jael got into her. It didn’t matter that he was killing people, he wanted Asa to know it was personal. He gets off on it. 

***that’s so weird, didn’t someone else in the show start seeing a woman with a kid - 

what a sexy little coincidence.

oh and didnt  a supernatural being come back right around that time too - 

HMMMMMMMM.  No killing though.  That’s the difference between angels and demons, I guess.

(meanwhile Dean has been drinking alone outside - as he does, and is realizing he can’t get back in)

HI QUEEN

Also, this immediately took me to 

this show isn’t fair.

****sob break****

Jael Posession 1:

So curious how there are two siblings and then one gets possessed by something Satanic and the other one is good at seducing men.

SO FUCKING CURIOUS.

Jael Possession 2:

Elvis. Random.  Though he was the guy who brought up the Stories Sam Was Surprised Were Circulating -

He was also oddly interested in it.  Methinks Elvis thoroughly enjoyed the Jael possession.

Bilie gets Dean back in the house.  The words “one-time deal” are said a lot of times.

BONUS: Jensen why are you so pretty:

The hunters get to work, and I live for Max Bane’s pentagram aesthetic.

MAX

I like a Fifth Pentacle of Mars. It’s got more character. 

***TBH, same.

Jael possession 3:

****Kim Rhodes is even better when she is playing evil.

JODY/JAEL:

I had so hoped you’d kill your mom. Wouldn’t that be a riot? 

[Mary draws the angel blade and charges at Jody. She cuts Jody’s arm before Sam wrestles her away.] 

SAM

No! Mom!

MARY

What are you doing?! She’s a demon. We kill demons. 

******WOOF MARY - I REPEAT TO YOU THAT THE JOHN TRASH WINCHESTER BRAIN ROT RUNS DEEP.

Also did you immediately flash back to this with me?

Gets me thinking that Dean’s feelings for Cas are made twice as complicated by the fact that he is also a supernatural creature.  Another Reason Why John Winchester Would Disapprove.

****Just as he would Disapprove of Sam Being Possessed By the Devil and all that (never forget he told Dean to kill him because of the whole made unclean by demon blood thing). 

Right on cue:

JODY/JAEL

Oh, I have heard so many stories about you Winchesters. And I desperately want the Lucifer thing to be true.  

***Stories again. Jael proceeds to go into Stories That Are Dark Personal Shameful Secrets:

JAEL

As for the rest of you, I have been inside your heads. I know all about you. For example, the twins. Too frightened to tell anyone that they actually came to say goodbye to their daddy. Or the grieving mother who hated the fact that her son was a hunter so much she’d hide his gear, she’d sabotage his Jeep, anything to keep him from hunting. Not that it worked. Could’ve tried harder, huh? 

[She gestures at her own face] And this meatsuit you all seem to care so much about. She actually fantasized about a life with Asa. Can you believe that? Like that worthless man– 

***HMMMMMMMMM

[Bucky gets off the floor and sneaks up behind Jody/Jael] 

BUCKY 

Shut your filthy mouth. 

[Jody/Jael grabs Bucky by the neck and forces him to his knees] 

JODY/JAEL

And you. Bucky. Brave, brave Bucky. I was there that night. Tell these nice, stupid people what you did. Tell them what you took from me. Asa was mine. 

***Excuse me? THIS IS GETTING VERY...subtextual.  A dark timeline supernatural being/hunter relationship [ending badly because demons only know how to take, consume and possess]? ...Asael?  CURIOUS. 

They chant the exorcism, a different hunter doing each iteration (beautifully done) 

and send Jael back to hell, but not before Bucky shares his Shameful Story - he’s the one who killed Asa.

Elaboration:

BUCKY

Asa, he was just all– he was just always so stubborn. Look, we were in the woods. [We see the scene play out as Bucky describes it] Jael, he… he was taunting him. Asa wanted to chase him, but he didn’t have the angel blade. I said, “Let’s go back.” He called me a coward, and he shoved me, so I shoved him back, and he fell. He hit his head. Asa? I didn’t mean to do it. But it was a mistake. Asa. Asa? An accident. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. Asa hated that damn demon so much that I just…

DEAN

Oh, you thought people would buy that Jael killed him? So you hung your best friend to cover your own ass. 

BUCKY

What are you gonna do to me? 

ALICIA:

Tell everyone, every hunter we meet. They’re gonna know your name, Bucky. Know what you did. 

MAX

You like stories. This is the story everyone’s gonna tell about you. Forever. 

***Shameful Stories that Define You, what a theme.  Also, definitely a supernatural being potentially having some subtextual feelings for Canadian!Dean.  Hmmm.

***Funeral pyre and side discussion about how Asa did have a family, and children, and a potential supernatural sidepiece.

In conclusion, Supernatural is a love story.  Thank you for watching this dark timeline/Canadian dub.  You’re dismissed for the day.  Go eat bacon.

[vonlipvig]

I’m back after all these weeks, and trying something new! Lineless is pretty fun!

The other day I finished playing The Sexy Brutale, and I really, really enjoyed it. The game was very interesting and engaging, and the story was very touching (and rather dark). Oh, and the OST was fantastic!

All that cartoony violence...poor guys!