#advent infected

[ask-ultimate-personas]

Staria:”Kimiko and Izumi and Riko this isn't a good idea at the moment we need a plan first before doing this” *Staria grabbed their weapon*

Orpheus: “I agree with staria! We should definitely make a plan! I can do the recon and scouting first before we make our plan of action!”

Rp advent : Infected

(this will be here for awhile )

The Infect plague of Shadows of Despair

(Art Credit : This fan art belongs to https://mobile.twitter.com/LOR_magolor

((Yes This is Why Makoto yuki is ultimate wild card))

Makoto yuki was Watching through the Monitors After When Adachi and Naoto and Junko Infected them all with a Virus but they thought it was a killing game.

Makoto was Lucky to Survive only Having a bit of the Virus Still in him he managed to Hold on but

He can’t keep it up much longer and soon or Later …

He Embraced it.

So He has chosen a Few People to Participate in this killing game in order to see if there’s someone with a Lot of Hope to Reverse 🔄 His illness as well as the others.

Before He Fully became over Despair or Join him .

(Credit: Draegen Jackson on Facebook which is part of Danganronpa fan club)

https://www.facebook.com/groups/2264958100428839/permalink/3077488659175775/

Will you solve this problem with your Hope?

(I will help you by saying this takes place after their killing game and back then yu narukami was the protag and some of them were infected with despair virus caused by Junko and Adachi and akechi in order to stop these a lot because they know Makoto yuki and yu narukami and Joker together are capable of fighting against their overall goal, especially makoto so they mainly target him to get on their side. )

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Tagging

@a-bouquet-of-shadows @ask-kyosuke-munkata @ask-ultimate-mortician @edgyangelwolfkiller @askstar-andbolts @tsumugishirogone @thegeasswriter @ask-timid-makoto-naegi @human-monokuma @werewolf-makoto-naegi @kanna-fukawa @laylayeh @the-trickster-joker @theamazingwilowhisperer @kurokuma-gang @thelittleveterinarian @princess-despair-bestgirl @ask-the-sorcerer @hopeful-symbols @mercy-of-the-ashes @ultimate-class-rep @miss-detective-of-japan and @the-sister-wardens @kurokuma-gang @2stregafangirl anyone else who wants to join in

[hisreunion]

HEAT

I LOVE YOU PROMPTS (N.S.F.W VERSION)

[  HEAT  ] →  while engaged in a passionate argument with one another, sender, in the heat of the moment, blurts out “i love you!” to the receiver. (think of like, that glorious trope where people have a huge argument and then suddenly sb drops the mic with “because i’m in love with you!” and silences the other person. u know the trope!)

Cloud wanted to stay but he couldn't. He went quiet when she said she loved him and his resolve waned in the passing seconds... but not enough for his mind to be changed. "I'm sick, Aerith. I don't want you or the baby getting this." Geostigma, the scientists were calling it. Fortunately, the effects weren't coming in full swing for him. No debilitating weakness yet. Only the terrible headaches and blackened skin.

Part of him dreaded the possibility of experiencing hallucinations and seizures like others were reported to have; Sephiroth had tormented him enough through those means. The last thing he wanted was to be around their daughter if more of these symptoms kicked in. Geostigma's severity varied from person to person but he did not want to risk his family becoming sick, too.

Cloud stepped closer to Aerith, being mindful to turn the left side of his body away from making contact, and gently brushed his right hand through the soft tufts of blonde hair on the baby's head.

She stared at him—small fingers clutching reflexively onto the front of her mother's dress—and put on a toothy smile that made his heart ache. At over a year old and looking more like Aerith as she grew, this child was the light of his life. His hope for the future. But the time of peace was over... until a cure was found. Cloud would look for it himself if he had to. "I'll stay at the church," he told Aerith. His eyes were still on the baby who had stuffed a fist into her mouth.

It made the ex-merc crack a smile despite the seriousness of their conversation.

"Just for a while. Because I don't know if this will get worse for me."

He leaned in to kiss their daughter on the forehead and then Aerith as well. "I'll keep my phone on, okay?" Cloud felt helpless... And it was difficult to cope with. His voice wavered slightly as he said, "I love you both—more than anything." And it would hurt to be away from them.

[ask-phantom-foundation]

Robin in his thoughts

Shuichi:”I believe it's time I reveal myself to who I trust the most which is Himiko and Maki the ones that survived with me they will understand my reasons of doing this in the first place but what will happen if they didn't?”

Shuichi kept thinking to himself over the trust of his fellow classmates.

Until someone in the shadows said something :”Don't lose hope Shuichi I know what happened with the whole future foundation the fact that they won't help you but himiko and maki was shocked that you left in a rush and decided to try and ran after you so they probably already know”

Shuichi looked surprised:”Who are you?” shuichi asked the mysterious voice.

Ⓗⓞⓟⓔ:” I am glad you used Mr phantom theif Robin I am Hope the Butterfly and a fellow phantom thief I was inspired by a group that does the same thing as you and like you also looking for teammates because there's no way I can change the world without anyone to help me”

Shuichi:”Hope huh what makes you think I need help with my goal?”

Ⓗⓞⓟⓔ:” Based on your thoughts shuichi you were debating with yourself on revealing yourself to your friends to see if they will join you in your team”

Shuichi :”you read my mind and know what happened to me after which means you have that as a power and probably more”

Ⓗⓞⓟⓔ:”Ah you are the ultimate detective and yes that is indeed correct that's one of my powers my others are deduction, flying, well I use a gun to fight”

Shuichi:” Fine hope I respect your a fellow phantom theif if you want to join my side you must know one thing I am going to be the leader of this group you can suggest things and advice and Do not kill any another type of these rules do you agree with these terms?”

Hope:”Of course leader Robin lead the way I am tired off being a leader its never gonna work so lets do this together.”

Breaking News: “Phantom theif Robin strikes again and this time he brought a friend calling them Hope argh what name is that anyway

[gensational]

I've not been feeding everyone lately.

Excuse me for shitty scrawlings.

So

What happens when you take a god complex having headstrong unkillable parasite- infected with the mutant strain and combine it with the root core?

You get this unholy abomination that can and WILL kill you.

I hinted at this fucker in my first Innovator AU doodlepage and now you all get to see him.

The advent of eternity is upon us. Why not welcome the new Era with open arms? Is this not what you wanted?

[ask-ultimate-personas]

Naoya giggled and said “I have my ways but I am not here to know where you live I am here to ask you if you could help with something?”

(Ooc:”I am glad )

(Hi remember me mod Makoto yuki on this blog @ask-ultimate-personas you sent me an ask two years ago and I am here to ask you two questions one would you like to interact with me with this starter and the second one is how are you doing?”)

Naoya was running around trying to find away to save his fellow wildcard user Makoto yuki who is currently infected with a virus. He thought who would be the best people to help him fight this war.

Naoya:” What am I gonna do now I can't find my teammates and I hope they didn't die in this war wait I remember a group of teens come to me and introduce themselves I think their name is Remus, friendly, Damon I can't remember the rest but those were ones, in particular, I can remember maybe these guys can help me”

So Naoya ran over to their house and knocked on the door and said “Hello there its Me Naoya Toudou the ultimate speed demon I was wondering if I can speak with you guys about something?”

(Yeah I do, I still follow!)

Hm? Wow another visitor, how did you find us though? We live in a forest in the middle of nowhere?

[softpascalito]

Snowy Surprise - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel takes advantage of your lunch break on patrol for ... other activities. Afterwards, a promise he made about christmas decorations comes back to haunt him.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader WC: 2200 Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Jackson!Era, Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Established Relationship, Vaginal Fingering, Female Reader, Neck Kissing, Dirty Talk, Semi-Public Sex, Christmas Tree, Snow Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: hello loves! i really wanted to do something special for christmas time this year and i had so much fun with kinktober that i decided to make a little pedro pascal advent calender! this also doubles as a piece for stephs (@toomanystoriessolittletime) winter writing challenge for this week! check it out here ♥

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“God, I hope they're serving some warm food tonight,” you mutter, your body slowly moving up and down as you steer your horse up the hill and through a small trickle, the water glistening with the thin sheet of ice that is decorating its top. It crunches under the hooves of the animal as you make your way past the abandoned houses, the caved in roofs and trees heavy with fresh snow.

The ice crunches again, this time behind you, and it's the only indication that you're not alone. He stays quiet.

“The soup we had last week- what was it? Pumpkin?” You ask absent-mindedly. “That was delicious. And hot. Burned my tongue. But it was worth it.”

He still doesn't say anything. Not that it's unusual. It's why you're such a good fit. You’re complementary in that way. You talk, he listens. He pretends to be annoyed, you know he secretly likes the way your thoughts fly out of your mouth, practically unfiltered in his presence.

You let your horse fall back slightly until he catches up with you, the two of you riding side by side. “Joel?”

He turns his head at that, soft brown eyes landing on yours as he seems to be snapped out of thought, “Hm?”

“Were you listening to what I said?”

A small grumble escapes his throat, a dark eyebrow moving up ever so slightly. You roll your eyes at him, deciding to just drop it, “Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway.”

He lets a few moments of silence pass until you reach the small lookout and demount your horses, tying them to a small fence post in front of the building. When he passes you on his way inside, there's a small smirk on his face.

“It wasn't pumpkin. It was carrot.”

He does listen.

Joel signs the patrol book while you busy yourself with the binoculars. The snow is almost blinding, the past week having brought more of it than you're used to, even in Jackson.

It's the favorite topic at night in the tipsy bison, with people complaining about the cold, about pipes bursting and about paths needing to be cleared every few hours. But above all the complaints is the knowledge that the vast amount of snow also has its upsides, keeping infected unable to move as fast and raiders from entering the valley at all.

That, and the children have taken to sledding down the small slopes in the town center, filling the air of the community with genuine laughter and happiness that more than makes up for the hardships the winter brings.

“Coast looks clear,” you mumble into his direction and Joel gives a small nod of approval as he finishes scribbling what is no doubt another joke at Tommys expense into the large book.

As you place the lens caps back onto the worn-out binoculars, two strong hands are placed on each side of your hips, Joel's body gently pressing into yours as he hums into your ear.

“Are we on time?” 

You sigh dramatically but do check the small watch you carry in your backpack, finding that you've made good time on your way to the outlook, “We've got time for a small lunch break.”

But Joel doesn't let go, his arms only tightening their grip as he brings his lips to your cheek and you feel his teeth graze over your skin.

“Lunch break. For lunch,” you try weakly but he's having none of it. Joel's gloves come off with a swift motion and he drops them to the ground, his arms sneaking around you and pressing you into him with a little more force. His fingers don't quite extend to your most intimate areas yet, instead just teasing around them, his touch a little more forceful than usual to make sure you can feel it through your thick winter jacket.

“I think I have a better idea,” he mutters into your ear and you nod, pressing your body back against his as you give in.

It's not fair. The way that your brain practically goes silent the moment you're in his arms. It's like a storm raging outside and falling quiet the moment you shut the door. You wonder if he knows a secret pressure point on your body that noone else has ever found, one that eases your worries, that slows down the thoughts in your head that usually rush past at what feels like lightspeed. There's always something to worry about, something to consider, something to feel.

When you're with Joel, you only feel him.

He knows this. And he recognizes every time, without failure, the moment when your brain falls quiet, just by the way you push back into him, a soft gasp on your lips.

“Joel- it's too cold- '' you mumble. There's no heating around you, making the logistics of what he undoubtedly has in mind more than difficult.

“It's okay. I got you,” Joel whispers back. His hand is still warm from the thick gloves he always wears on patrol and he doesnt open a single button of your clothing, instead opting to flatten his hand and slide it into your pants.

His fingers barely fit into the front of your jeans and it causes them to press down on your skin immediately, drawing a whimper from your lips. He shushes you gently, curling his hand to reach further and a moment later, his index finger is inside of you, the calloused skin brushing against your inner walls.

“Fuck, Joel, please-” You practically beg, a familiar heat already burning in your core as you push yourself into the palm of his hand, squirming with the way his hand aligns so perfectly with your front.

Maybe it's because of the cold or because he knows that you're still on a schedule but he doesn't make you wait as long as he usually does, slowly beginning to move his finger in and out of you. You can feel your own wetness staining the inside of your panties as it runs down his fingers and your own hands begin to wander, one clutching onto his arm while you sneak the other around yourself, brushing over the outline of Joel's hard cock behind you.

He hisses under his breath, feeling the touch even through the thick fabric of his jeans and a second finger enters you almost automatically.

“This is about you, darlin’,” he mutters, pressing himself against you a little harder and using his unoccupied hand to grab your wrist, “You just be good for me and stay still.” 

So he doesn't want to go all the way, probably a smart choice in the current weather. Any disappointment you feel is quickly washed away however as you feel Joel's fingers curl inside of you, brushing over the spot that makes your knees weak.

You have no idea how he's able to finger you this well in the current position, restricted by the cold and all the layers of clothing between you. The small room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and you can feel the warmth of Joel's breath in your neck as he uses his nose to push aside the scarf that's wrapped around your throat and nips at your skin.

His other hand, still wrapped around your wrist, comes to your front, still restricting your arm while also holding you up.

“Come on, let me hear you, baby,” he mutters under his breath. “Noone around to tell us off. Just you and me.”

And again, your brain doesn't protest. You don't think about the dangers of being too loud, of humans or infected being attracted by the sound, of anything really. Your body and your brain seem to agree. You're safe with him.

So you let the noises flow from your lips, whimpering and moaning, mixing Joels name with a string of curse words when his thumb begins rubbing over your clit.

“Fuck, Joel, please, please, please let me come, Joel-” You break off into another fit of unintelligible words and Joel hums behind you, rubbing his nose against your ear. You can practically hear the grin on his face, “Go on, darlin’.”

It only takes a few more thrusts of his fingers inside of you until you're falling apart in his arms, your body jerking as the pleasure of your orgasm shoots through you.

Joel's arms stay tightly wrapped around you and he gives a few more gentle, shallow curls of his fingers, letting you fully ride out your orgasm, before he withdraws his hands from your jeans, leaving your underwear a mess.

“There we go. That's my girl,” he mumbles into your ear as he turns you around carefully and tugs on your jacket a bit, making sure that you're properly protected against the cold. It's endearing how much attention he pays to your shirt being tucked in correctly and your zipper being drawn. He holds you for a while longer, placing gentle kisses on the skin that he still can reach until he's sure you're good to go. You catch a glimpse of him licking the taste of you off his fingers before putting his gloves back on.

Your legs are still wobbly when you head back to your horses a few minutes later and you nod towards the woods, “I'm gonna go pee real quick.”

You're not sure why you blush now when you've literally just had Joel's hand knuckle-deep inside of you but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he almost enjoys it, a small smirk playing around his lips, “You do that.”

Ever the gentleman, Joel waits with Old Beardy and Japan while you stalk through the snow for a few more meters until you find a spot that looks like it'll work well-enough as a makeshift toilet. It takes a moment to undress with all the layers you're wearing and you curse as you pull your panties down to find them stained with your own juices, the sticky liquid smeared throughout the cotton fabric.

Meanwhile Joel's hand is scratching the soft neck of his horse when he hears a small yell. In an instant, he has his revolver drawn and is hurrying into the direction you disappeared into mere minutes ago.

He can feel his heart pounding in his chest as his boots sink into the snow with every step, his muscles ready to strike out at whatever danger is lurking behind the trees.

And then, suddenly, there you are. Standing in front of a pine tree that's only a little taller than him, your hand caressing the needles wet with snow.

Joel takes a breath, his gaze flying over the surroundings once more before he lets out a small sigh and lowers his gun, “What's going on?”

Your eyes, round and gentle, wander between the tree and him, lips pursed, like you know his reply to a question you haven't even asked yet.

“I know it's not the most practical option but-” You mumble and you can see the gears turning in Joel's head before he pinches his nose, closing his eyes for a moment, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

It's been a few weeks since you sprung the idea on him while cuddling one night, mentioning that you hadn't had a Christmas tree for years and that with the woods around Jackson so full of pines, it would be a waste to not get one. Joel didn't care much for it but he was so content in that moment with you in his arms that he gave in, agreeing that a little bit of decorating wouldn't hurt. And it seems like precisely that promise is now back to haunt him.

Your hand leaves the pine and instead you reach for Joel, tugging on his jacket a little, “Come on. We have some rope, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we do have some rope,” he almost grunts, still keeping his eyes closed. When he opens them again, the brown in his eyes matches the trees around you and you're close enough to see the snow reflected in them.

“How bad do you want this?” He asks, honestly. He's straightforward, as always, so you decide to be as well.

“I really want it. It's perfect, it has the right size and we can keep it outside until I have finished the decorations and-”

Joel raises his hand a little, effectively cutting you off. He's heard enough.

“Okay.”

It's late when you get back to Jackson, riding through the wooden gate on your horses, the freshly cut pine tree tied to a makeshift sled behind you.

“I can't believe you talked me into this.”

Joel had offered a few more grunts and complaints about picking a tree so far away from Jackson when there were more than enough close to the perimeter. But then you had leaned over to him, just as he finished tying the tree down with a few sturdy knots.

“Maybe I can make it up to you by using this for something else, later.”

He smirked on the ride back, only stopping when you reached the small road that led down to the town and putting on his usual, gruff demeanor.

It barely lasts until you reach your doorstep.

notes: i hope you liked it! if you did, feel free to let me know if you want to be added to my twitter/tumblr tag list so you get a lil notification every time your advent calender is ready to be opened. wishing everyone a very lovely december ♥

[lifeontoast]

Slow Dance

Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x reader

Another Advent treat for you all! This time, a little something for the DC fans. Enjoy!

You were in the kitchen with Bruce. The charity Christmas galas you had to attend with him at this time of year were just so tiresome. You wished you never had to go at all, but you knew it was important for Bruce’s status that he attended - and that meant that you had to go, too. You had got changed out of your ridiculously fancy outfit and into your Christmas pyjamas.

You were cooking dinner and he was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. Some article about stocks or the like. The radio was playing quietly in the corner, as it so often was. The station had been infected with all the Christmas hits. You were ever-so-slightly swaying to the drum beat, totally unconsciously. Dancing was something that you quite enjoyed, you had to admit. Though not whilst being watched by hundreds of people who would just as soon step on you than look at you. Being Bruce Wayne’s partner certainly had some interesting side effects.

Suddenly, the opening notes to your favourite Christmas song started playing; it had a slow beat, perfect for dancing. You wanted to share this romantic moment with Bruce, the love of your life.

You had been together for a few years, each one more loving than the last. To be honest, you were thinking about asking him to marry you.

So, you glided towards Bruce, keen to capture him in a dance. Bruce was a total flirt, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it either. You loved his flirtatious remarks, and especially when he called you beautiful or gorgeous or stunning. It always made your day. He could always cheer you up whenever you were down with a simple, sunny smile, and you loved him for it.

You reached your destination, stopping in front of Bruce with a grin. He was so absorbed in his newspaper that he hadn’t noticed you yet, so you held out your hand for him to grab. He looked up and met your eyes lovingly. He stood in one, fluid motion, and placed his arms around you. You had never felt safer. Slowly, the two of you began to sway to the beat, and once again caught each other’s gaze; completely full of love.

The song seemed to last forever, and you felt the happiest you had felt in a while. With him, nothing else mattered, only the two of you. You heard the quietest of creaks and ever-so-gentle footsteps, and Alfred appeared at the door, unbeknownst to you. He had come to ask Bruce for some advice, and to tell him his post had arrived, but instead he stopped, smiled, and left the two lovers to their waltz.

Finally, the song finished, but you kept on swaying, not wanting to disturb the perfect peace of the wonderful moment you were in. If it were possible, you would have stopped time and stayed like that forever. Bruce stopped, though, and slightly surprised, so did you. You just held each other for a minute. At last, he brought you slightly away from him, looked into your eyes, smiled that gorgeous smile and kissed your forehead gently, before pulling you back into a hug.

And people say that romance is dead.

…

A/N: Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you’ve enjoyed it! You guys rock!

[blueparadis]

❝ LITTLE MISTAKE ❞ + BAIZHU !

+. precis –› one accident leads to another. when his apprentice accidentally drank an experimental sample of love potion, baizhu had no other choice than to take care of her. +. tags –› f!reader × service!dom!baizhu ; óral acts, xplícít content, dûbçôn, possessiveness, praising, somnophilia. | redirect to blog navigation. | wc ~ 0.8k.

The search for immortality has been less boring since the owner of Bubu pharmacy has taken in an apprentice a month ago. She has been a ‘lucky charm’ for him, as claimed by his other staff and clients. Rumor has it that Baizhu is one step closer to finding the elixir of immortality , a million steps forward abandoning the humanity. But no one knows the exact details. They all are just rumors and only he alone knows the downfall of searching something non-existent, like chasing a mirage. But, he would be wrong if he denied how Bubu Pharmacy has become more lively than before since the advent of this new apprentice, his favourite among all those who applied before.

But today he is resting, even though it is not an official holiday. Besides, when did exactly a medical practitioner ever get a holiday? The answer is never. They are always needed. His favourite apprentice is sick and asleep. Perhaps, her harbouring feelings for him might not have gone unnoticed as she thought it would be.

Baizhu released a breath of ease watching her asleep in his chambers.

He sat at the edge of the bed checking her pulse, the rise and fall of her chest seems quite normal. He does not understand why would she act the way she did this morning — getting flustered while talking to him, avoid making eye contact with him, being absent minded when Baizhu is instructing her and her actions being tipsy once in a while. He has never seen her in such a distorted zone. Perhaps, today's letter from Mondstadt did not bring a good news or perhaps. . .

A pair of amber eyes which is only vividly awake among the two lands on a broken empty vile discarded at the corner of the room. He inspects it, holding it the transperant cylindrical vile against the light and then, smelling the vile from a distance so that it does not infect him too. As soon as he gets a whiff of a sweet aroma corroding his nostrils all her actions that was confusing him became crystal clear through and through. It was some sort of aphrodisiac with a mixture of philtre, commonly known as, love potion. Such products are forbidden in Liyue but Baizhu knew better than anyone the potential it had in bootleg markets and if sold to a person of high authority, it could earn them a fortune for decades, if not more so.

But, that is not what angers him.

His jaw hardens, eyes flare up in disappointment and eyebrows become conjested. It is her who makes him that way, it is her behaviour of not taking any antidote for it. Moreover, how did she let this kind of blunder happen? Even if had happened by accident, why would not she trust him enough to ask for antidote? Maybe she wanted one for him too.

Baizhu hears her roll over the bed, and when he looks at her again all his anger washes away. It has been five hours since she is asleep and it would take another hour to wear off the effect of it completely. Baizhu looks for another vile in the room and he finds none. He does not understand why he feels so relieved knowing that his favourite apprentice was just experimenting or making some for a client, not actually intending to flee with her lover.

You woke up sometime at night to warm pants against the shell of your ear and shallow thrusts against your rear that caused your entire body to go rigid in distress. Blinking away your sleep, you desperately took in your surroundings illuminated by the city lights streaming in from the windows across from where you lay.

The tall windows that made up an entire wall were the same ones you often gazed out of to watch the cloud formations pass by in the sky. A wave of relief washed over and you relaxed when you recognized your surroundings as your bedroom–at least until the hand draped over your waist pulled up your nightgown and something hot and pulsating pushed between your legs.

“Did I wake you?” Baizhu’s shrill firm voice echoed into your ear. “Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good you were the other day. Tending to patients, keeping up a hopeful smile, assuring them they're going to be alright— you're going to be a good doctor, a really good one. It makes me happy.” one of his arms flew over your eyes covering them as he kept his motion steady. “easy girl. Easy. You're doing great,” he rasps against your ears.

The contradicting emotions whenever Baizhu became overly affectionate with you rose to the surface when he buried his face in the crook of your neck with his cock rubbing against your clothed slit. Your skin eventually erupted in goosebumps and desire pooled between your legs. They were the tell-tale signs that your body wanted him to breach the barrier of professional relationship and take you the way you knew he wanted. Your boos firmly held your cheeks and suckled onto your lips as his hands cupped your breasts. “Don’t you taste divine?” he cooed with lustful eyes thrusting his hips against yours whilst massaging your breasts. You nod, your hands involuntarily move over his.

Yet, your knee-jerk reaction to all of his inappropriate attention was fear and repulsion. Your body never failed to stiffen and tremble until he dispelled those negative emotions during your time with him, locked in your room and away from the other’s prying eyes. Your boss’s words, which could cut you down and lift you up all in a single breath, assured you of the normalcy of your intimate relationship with him. Your boss’s touches, that struck and soothed in the same spots, coaxed from your body the reactions he wanted—No, your true reactions as he would remind you time and time again.

And those true reactions were what had you moving your hips in tune with his. Those reassurances that your relationship was the same as it always been had you declaring your love for him over and over again. Because besides your certificate of recommendation, the only thing you could recall amidst the thick fog that permeated your brain was the compulsory need to make your boss happy. only then, you could receive what he was trying to achieve, only then.

@tokyometronetwork

[azfellandco]

Hi friend this ask is a request for you to wax lyrical about Crowley slowly dying of a poisonous dose of laudanum, because it seems That Scene is still on all our minds. <3

Godbless (they said agnostically). This is going to be a mess of a response because I have been working a lot of overtime and am pretty sleep deprived, and also because there are a lot of angles to this.

First off: you're so correct to point out that laudanum is an analgesic and not literally a poison, because I think this slots in so nicely with the pattern of stuff we see Aziraphale consume and why (food and wine, for sensual pleasure) and stuff we see Crowley consume and why (alcohol for numbing and six shots of espresso to brace himself, and now laudanum, a medical grade numbing agent, at a dosage that would have killed Elspeth had he not intervened).

To really get into this I'm going to have to talk a little about something I have a lot of approximate knowledge about: Victorian era medicine. Why I find poison sexy (maybe compelling is a better word here) is partially tied up in the Victorian era and this exact subset of knowledge, which I am going to disclaim right now as not very precise. I research stuff primarily to regurgitate it in fiction, and not for complete factual accuracy.

First off, let's take a moment to admire Crowley's prognosticative abilities once again.

Antiseptic is 25 years off, germ theory is held in disdain by the western world, but here's Anthony "that went down like a lead balloon" Crowley just trying to be helpful to this guy covered in blood.

Antiseptic was not in common medical and surgical use until the 1850s. It was pioneered by Joseph Lister, who actually worked at the University of Edinburgh, which was kind of the place to be in terms of medical breakthroughs of this time period. Before the advent of washing your hands and sterilizing surgical equipment, something like 2/3rds of surgical patients died either on the operating table or of infection afterwards. Medicine during this time period was difficult, dangerous work with a high risk of complications, and surgery was haunted by death and disease. Dr. Darymple would have administered laudanum to a patient and then strapped their limbs down and put something in their mouth so they didn't bite through their tongue before cutting into them, and even if he was a good surgeon they might have died a week later from gangrene or sepsis anyway.

It's in this world that laudanum and opium more generally got romanticized by literature and poetry. The Victorians loved opium, but the symbolism of the poppy, from which opium is derived, has been sleep and death since the classical world. My go-to example of the blending of these themes (poppies as sleep and death symbolism and this time period's interest in the classical world) is The Garden of Proserpine by Algernon Charles Swinburne, of which I will include an excerpt below:

No growth of moor or coppice,          No heather-flower or vine, But bloomless buds of poppies,          Green grapes of Proserpine, Pale beds of blowing rushes Where no leaf blooms or blushes Save this whereout she crushes          For dead men deadly wine.

The symbolic connection between opium (and thus laudanum) and sleep and death is my strongest association with either drug. The poppies = death association is used all the time even in the modern day. See this song, Flowers, from the musical Hadestown:

Lily white and poppy red I trembled when he laid me out "You won't feel a thing," he said, "When you go down" Nothing gonna wake you up now

Poppy symbolism is doing a lot of work in this song, actually, drawing a line between virginity and death, and the flower imagery standing in for both Euridyce's sexual relationship with Hades as well as her death but I disgress.

This is my personal context for laudanum and opium. I think it's encouraged to read the sleep and death connection into both of these medicines, both by the artistic tradition that arose contemporaneously with their use and by continued references back to it in the modern day. I am thinking of the scene in Inception where the opium den they visit is full of people who go to be drugged in order to dream their lives away as just one of many other modern day examples. Opium is sleep and sleep is death.

So while the laudanum is not literally poison, I think there is cultural context in which it is possible to read it as symbolically poison, regardless of whether Crowley's not-actually-human body should be able to withstand it. I think that it is compelling to read it as such, given the above-mentioned pattern of Crowley's habits of consumption.

I've seen a lot of posts about how the next time Aziraphale and Crowley see each other after this flashback is the time Crowley asks Aziraphale to bring him holy water and Aziraphale refuses on the grounds that he won't provide Crowley with a suicide pill. While I think this says more about Aziraphale than it does about Crowley (Crowley has never struck me, by behavior or attitude, to be the kind of person who would kill themself, whereas for Aziraphale one of the worst things that could happen would be losing Crowley) there is something there, something in that tartan thermos, something in the idea that Crowley would drink his death.

There is one more angle to this, and this is going to be a bit of a reach. I once read an analysis post in another fandom about the symbolism of poison as a choice of weapon. This line will haunt me until my grave: "a man stabs, a woman poisons". Just as a sword is a phallic symbol, poison (to me) is a feminine coded way to kill another person. For more context, please read The Laboratory by Robert Browning, a poem about a woman procuring a poison to kill her husband's lover, written by another Victorian poet. Crowley dying being discorporated by self-administered poison compels me for all the reasons mentioned above but also for gender reasons. Nonbinary icon.

Crowley dying being discorporated by self-administered poison feels like it is in conversation with two events that happen chronologically later but narratively earlier: the "suicide pill" conversation and Crowley trying to wait out the apocalypse in the bar after the bookshop burned. For all intents and purposes he seems to have given up at that point and only pulls himself together because Aziraphale appears to him and proves he isn't gone gone. It makes sense as an exploration of Aziraphale's anxieties (the suicide pill convo), and the extent to which they might be justified (Crowley drinking as the world ends). It's interesting it's compelling it's symbolically rich it's consistent with characterization choices in the show.

I think realistically Crowley would keep from Aziraphale that he was in pain until he physically couldn't do so, because it would threaten the wall they've had to erect to keep each other safe to do otherwise, but in a scenario where Crowley was hurt, properly hurt, Aziraphale would find a way to excuse them because he would not stand for Crowley suffering.

Just...

The idea of Aziraphale gathering Crowley close in the dark graveyard, feeling him stumble, Crowley who is so bright and brave and beautiful reduced to clutching to Aziraphale and the pair of them trying to will him back to health the way they can choose to sober up, and failing... Crowley because by this point he's too weak, he waited too long putting up a front for Aziraphale, Aziraphale because of conflicting magic or because he's too anxious, his own personal moment of the gun shaking in Crowley's hands during the bullet catch, where he knows what he has to do but he can't do it, can't trust himself not to make it worse.

And then Crowley's body going cold, Aziraphale holding it and crying because despite knowing it's just a body and that Crowley can get another one, he failed to protect him. Crowley died for someone and Aziraphale couldn't prevent it. And the things they don't say to each other, all rushing in to fill the silence left by Crowley's stopped breath. Aziraphale whispering to him, kissing his temple, part of him wondering if he'd ever be able to do this if he wasn't already gone.

It would just be really good, okay. It would be really good.

[sapphire-weapon]

So. Here's my thing.

In OG, Cloud couldn't have killed Sephiroth without Rufus. Rufus's call to move the cannon from Junon to Midgar -- as well as his relentless fight against Sephiroth and the Weapons -- resulted in the destruction of the barrier around the North Crater.

And in Advent Children, even though there is no more Shinra, Rufus still has the Turks recover Jenova's head -- which Rufus himself keeps safe on his person, until he personally destroys it.

In the novella The Kids Are Alright (written by Kazushige Nojima, who's writing the remake series), Rufus says:

"My father [...] invested most of [the immense fortune and power he'd gained] into new fields – on a massive scale, and without ethics. And one of those was the research of, and experimentation on, Jenova. Eventually this gave birth to a monster named Sephiroth. [...] My father took his leave from this stage early on, abandoning those of us left behind to suffer the nightmares in his wake. I am not my father. I will bring it to an end, once and for all."

Rufus is a real threat to Sephiroth.

That's why, at the end of Remake, the Whispers make it a point to draw Rufus's attention to the highway so that he can see the bullshittery going on around Sephiroth so that he focuses on that instead of getting lost in the political sauce.

And so when Rufus says during the ending of Rebirth: "I'm onto you. This war's nothing but a ploy to distract me from Sephiroth." and Sephiroth cops to it, this is an acknowledgement of that threat.

So, like. Rufus's motivations are not unclear to me. He used the name Sarruf, funded the Wutai resistance in order to depose his father, and then, once he was in office, saw the existential threat that Sephiroth posed and shifted his attention to that -- partially because he feels a responsibility to as the president of the fucking world, and partially just as a "fuck you" to his dad.

So why not just kill him? Why distract him with a war when you could just fucking kill him?

It made sense why Kadaj never killed Rufus in AC -- he wanted Jenova's head, and Rufus was the only one who knew where it was, so Kadaj couldn't just kill him outright.

But that's not an issue here. So why doesn't Sephiroth just kill him?

This is where the whole "multiverse" meta aspect of the plot completely fucking breaks down, because like -- it's framed, during that ending scene, that Sephiroth is keeping Rufus alive because he believes that Rufus will actually lead him to the promised land, but like

Not only is that weird because, in OG, it's the other way around, and Rufus follows Sephiroth thinking that he'll lead him to the promised land -- but it's weird because Sephiroth's clearly been peeking at the OG script, and he follows Aeris through realities and tells her to accept her fate because he knows she has to die because that's what the OG script says, but like

In that case, wouldn't he also know that the promised land doesn't really exist and/or is either the North Crater or Midgar it's not really clear?

And how the fuck is a war with Wutai going to allow Rufus to stumble on the promised land? He'll be busy fighting a war.

And how the fuck is he going to fight that war in the first place?! HE'S THE HEAD OF THE ARMY OF BOTH SIDES

AND SEPHIROTH KNOWS THIS

Like, I don't understand Sephiroth's motivations here at all. They don't make any fucking sense when you actually sit down and think about them a little bit (as opposed to not at all).

Is he trolling? Is that it? Is Sephiroth just being a big old fucking troll? Doing it for the lulz? Got a nice taste of Rufus's despair when he got infected with Geostigma and was like "mmm delicious daddy issues I wanna go back in time and taste that again"???

It's very stupid. It's very dumb.

[pen-and-umbra]

Jenova, Minerva, LOVELESS, The Queen and the Gi connection, pt. 2

Part 1 - Jenova, Minerva, LOVELESS, The Queen and the Gi connection, pt. 1

The most astounding lore connection, however, is found elsewhere, concealed within one of the mini-games. At a certain stage, Queen's Blood becomes a fully fledged side quest, and the now-deceased creator of the game, Lidrehl, contacts Cloud to relay an intriguing story behind it.

(“Once, there lived a queen of peerless beauty and compassion. She loved her people, and in turn, they loved her. But one day, a change came over the queen. In a blink of an eye, her love turned to hate, her compassion to cruelty. Fair and beauteous though she remained, her heart became black as pitch. Conquest was now her cause, her subjects mere fodder to feed her boundless ambition. And so her kingdom grew as her subjects perished. Until, that is, a ray of hope appeared – a sorceress who would be their salvation. The Emerald Witch they called her. And with her arcane powers, she led the people into rebellion, captured the queen, and put her to death. Yet from the tyrant’s body spilled blood as dark as shadow. And from this wicked ichor, the myriad fiends of the world were born. And that... is the story of the Shadowblood Queen. Some call it a parable. A myth. A fairy tale. And I wish it were! But she is as real as you and I! And she is coming. Her resurrection is nigh.”)

“In a blink of an eye, her love turned to hate, her compassion to cruelty. Fair and beauteous though she remained, her heart became black as pitch”—this passage describes the metamorphosis Sephiroth undergoes during Nibelheim flashback to a tee. The language used to depict the queen's transformation - "in a blink of an eye, her love turned to hate, her compassion to cruelty"— parallels Sephiroth's own shift from heroism to villainy. “Conquest was now her cause, her subjects mere fodder to feed her boundless ambition” — anything rings a bell?

“This planet is my birthright! [FFVII Remake & Rebirth]”, “What I want, Cloud, is to sail the darkness of the cosmos with this planet as my vessel, just as my mother did long ago. Then one day we'll find a new planet. And on its soil, we'll create a shining future [FFVII AC]”, “My dominion shall reach into infinity” [FFVII Rb], “I am the chosen one. I have been chosen to be the leader/ruler of this Planet [FFVII OG]”. Birthright, dominion, and leadership are all expressions associated with the concept of a ruler or sovereign, much like a king or queen. Similarly, the excerpt stating "her kingdom grew as her subjects perished" signals a conquest and the losses suffered by the queen's people as a consequence.

Lidrehl's story thus appears to be the first case of Jenova infestation, offering a plausible explanation for the origins of the “female” entity known as Jenova. A female ruler of an unnamed people (possibly the Cetra or the Gi) appears to have had an inexplicable change of heart and embarked on a path of destruction. It is conceivable that this entity, possibly the ruler of the Gi, descended on the planet via a meteor (“subjects perished” = perhaps the Gi old world perished as a result of their queen's conquest? This implication is discussed in pt.1) in order to pursue its “boundless ambitions”. This mirrors the plan Sephiroth outlines to Cloud before their confrontation in Advent Children, emphasizing the parallel between the two narratives. “<...> …to sail the darkness of the cosmos with this planet as my vessel <...> Then one day we'll find a new planet. And on its soil, we'll create a shining future”.

On the other hand, the ruler could be Cetran, and whatever caused her to change bore virus-like nature (think of how AC! Sephiroth released Geostigma, which infected people with Jenova's organics). It's somewhat puzzling that the Temple of Ancients makes no mention of their supposed queen when referring to the malicious “celestial adversary”. Then again, it could be reflected in the account of their “enemy” being a shape-shifter who wore the faces of their deceased to spread discord among people.

In fact, the supposed queen may have been killed by this alien entity and wound up dead (as human Sephiroth was after Nibelheim), but the alien entity was impersonating her (again, much like Jenova at various points takes the form of Sephiroth in OG and Remake). Whatever corrupted the queen came with the meteor (the Gi connection again?). Incidentally, the Northern Crater is sitting on the same continent where the Forgotten Capital is located. If there was an alien virus-like substance there, it could have potentially reached the city — a detail that also resonates with Shiva summon lore, as she allegedly froze the impact region to “staunch” the wound.

“An ice-elemental entity and ruler over the world of ice. It is said that she once saved the planet from certain destruction by staunching a great wound with a glacier.” [Loading screen description of Shiva]

Conversely, the ruler of Cetran people could have taken measures to address the disaster, and got infected or killed on site. 

“Until that is, a ray of hope appeared—a sorceress who would be their salvation. The Emerald Witch, they called her. And with her arcane powers, she led the people into rebellion, captured the queen, and put her to death”. Given that the Cetra are described as being more attuned to magic and the arcane, it is reasonable to assume the Emerald Witch was indeed a Cetra. Furthermore, the term “emerald” directly alludes to the color of Mako and the Lifestream. When Aerith pacifies the Lifestream at the Temple of Ancients, she effectively becomes a Lifestream whisperer, or a sorceress.

Therefore, it is reasonable to assume the powers the Emerald Witch possessed were likely linked to the ability to manipulate Lifestream energy on a grand scale. Not too dissimilar to what Aerith does in the original ending, huh?

“Yet from the tyrant’s body spilled blood as dark as shadow. And from this wicked ichor, the myriad fiends of the world were born”—this is highly reminiscent of the Negative Lifestream from Advent Children or the dark essence Kadaj was using to infuse water at the Forgotten Capital. Or even the Geostigma.

Viewed in a broader context, this suggests the passage is referring to the manner in which Jenova's cells spread to infect individuals and animals, potentially reflecting its virulent nature or hinting at the deliberate experiments conducted by ShinRA.

The Shadowblood Queen card bears striking resemblances to the wall depictions of Jenova in the Temple of the Ancients, including hidden eyes, flowing locks, and a hairstyle reminiscent of a meteor shape. The latter, in turn, oddly echoes Rosa's portrayal in LOVELESS, the headpiece in particular.

Conversely, the Emerald Witch card shows similarities to the Goddess Materia statue (the cowl) in Crisis Core, suggesting a possible association with Minerva. The Cetra connection is further solidified by FFVII Remake's ShinRA HQ VR tour. It highlights the traditional Cetra white robe and a cowl when touching upon the subject of harnessing Lifestream's power [through creation of Materia].

As the Planet's avatar, Minerva is an ideal candidate for being a sorceress capable of manipulating the Lifestream. This implies that Minerva may have once been a mortal Cetra, the Emerald Witch. Furthermore, the flower-garland garment on the Emerald Witch card shares surprising similarities to the one Aerith wore while performing her song in the LOVELESS play.

Interestingly, the flowers depicted on the card are of the yellow variety, which provides a nod to the flowers associated with Aerith throughout the franchise. This might hint at Omni!Aerith's new role and mission, drawing a direct parallel between the Emerald Witch card and Aerith's mission.

There's another dead giveaway that connects the Shadowblood Queen and Jenova. As Lidrehl wraps up his story, we are given a glimpse of a robed figure putting their arms threateningly over him. There's no mistake here, as the robe sleeves bear the telltale tears and tatters of “failed clones”. To highlight this, the figure vanishes with distinctive purple/magenta effects similar to those of Jenovaroth and Jenova. 

What's more, when relaying the account of Shadowblood Queen, Lidrehl uses a very specific language, used only by Aerith to describe Jenova in the first part of the Remake.

Lidrehl: “That foul thing is the source of this nightmare <...>” Aerith: [before Jenova Dreamweaver battle] “The source. Of everything.”

Lidrehl’s final words are full of grim promise. 

(“Some call it a parable. A myth. A fairy tale. And I wish it were! But she is as real as you and I! And she is coming. Her resurrection is nigh”.)

Her resurrection. Not Sephiroth's. It is Jenova who will come back.

This detail lends more weight to Sephiroth's cryptic speech about his “fragmented mother” in the Temple of Ancients.

(“My fragmented mother, these errant worlds… All shall be one again.”)

From a broader perspective, the purpose of the Reunion remains the same: to bring Jenova's cell bearers together, but this time the meeting will span across timelines to make the “fragmented mother” whole again [as extensively discussed here], thus fulfilling Lidrehl's prophetic statement of Shadowblood's Queen resurrection looming. Additionally, Sephiroth's message about creating infinity/eternity to rule all the creation forever aligns with Jenova's boundless ambition for conquest, as described by Lidrehl: "Conquest was now her cause, her subjects mere fodder to feed her boundless ambition." In fact, the godhood aspiration that Sephiroth exhibits in the original game can be seen as a reflection of Jenova's/Shadowblood's own limitless ruling ambition.

(“It shall encompass worlds unbound by fate and histories unwritten. <...> My dominion shall reach into infinity”)

In essence, the Queen's Blood game retells an ancient myth about Jenova's origins and supposedly the Cetran victory over it. Lidrehl's story also seems to reveal the original identity of Minerva, suggesting that the Emerald Witch's true identity and arcane knowledge could hold a key to defeating Jenova. Whatever the case may be, Lidrehl was unquestionably killed for this knowledge, as evidenced by the threatening presence which appeared by the end of his speech, and generally we can surmise as much from the card game quest. Based on the earlier discussion, it seems that the LOVELESS play is another aspect, a precursor, or perhaps a (human?) perspective of the same story. Although some details may have been altered or mixed up over time, the similarities remain. As such, Rosa's character prototype may have once been the Queen who became corrupted. Similarly, the character Aerith portrays during her vocal performance might have been inspired by the Emerald Witch, who I believe was the mortal form of Minerva.

Lidrehl's story also seems to point in the direction of Jenova's resurrection, with Jenova being an active, sentient and autonomous agent that has a history of mindjacking other living beings. The account of a fair and kind Queen suddenly and inexplicably becoming corrupted serves as a deliberate parallel and a precursor to Sephiroth's case of a renowned hero drastically turning wicked and cruel. FFVII Rebirth's version of Nibelheim flashback further corroborates this idea, from strongly emphasizing Jenova-esque glitches Sephiroth experiences to outright superimposing Jenova's face over his, thus conveying a sense of possession.

If Jenova was indeed once a Cetran ruler, or more accurately, if it once actually infested a Cetran body like a virus and NOT shapeshifted into one, then this brings a layer of paradoxical irony to ShinRA's early findings. They were not wrong to classify the being as an Ancient. This would also lend more weight to Jenovaroth's ability to bend and control the Whispers, as he would have some of the Ancients' blood in him, much like Omni!Aerith supposedly does with White Whispers. The “choking” and “corroding” of the Lifestream to overpower and command it does evoke the Cetran characteristic relationship with the Planet, albeit twisted in nature.

This also raises intriguing questions about Sephiroth's biological makeup and may offer a clue to defeating Jenovaroth. If the Jenova substance was foreign to the Cetra's ruler own organism, then it is equally foreign to Sephiroth. If the being we know as Jenova is merely an infected Cetra, then Sephiroth was implanted with Cetran cells harboring something else. Therefore, to eradicate the Jenovaroth threat permanently, the party may need to devise a method not only to defeat Jenovaroth in battle, but to “cleanse” the infection, thereby severing the symbiotic/parasitic grip Jenova has on living organisms. This approach echoes how Aerith purged the Geostigma infection in Advent Children.

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Screenshots courtesy of Mapocolops comprehensive video on Queen's Blood quest. Other reads:

Jenova, Minerva, LOVELESS, The Queen and the Gi connection, pt. 1

Jenova being awake & Was Sephiroth possessed?

Jenova resurrecting itself across timelines?

👋 @pen-and-umbra

Jul 26, 2024

[ask-ultimate-personas]

🦋

@2stregafangirl

Elizabeth:”I'm doing fine thank you although I called you here Kimiko for a reason to ask you something about Makoto yuki”

[allforthegamebingo]

AFTG Xmas Advent Calendar 2024 || Angst Edition

AFTG Christmas Advent Calendar 2024 || Angst Edition (this version is 18+ due to the context of the prompts (nothing explicit))

PROMPTS [ [#] angst - angst - angst || dialogue ]

[01] slipping on ice - breaking bones - unable to move || "you should have never come here." [02] unhealthy coping mechanism - overworking themselves - somethings never die || "you were just a child." [03] new trauma brings back repressed memories - memory loss - ptsd || "i don't want to remember." [04] fever - hallucinations - long recovery || "you stayed." "i promised."

[05] victim blaming - toxic relationships - tricked || "it's always your fault." [06] broken promises - betrayal - guilt || "everything will be alright, i promise you." [07] feeling tears while sharing a kiss - bathed and cared for by another - tired || "i'm sorry." [08] running away - left all alone - deep longing || "i feel safe, when i am with you."

[09] touch starved - flinching away from a kind touch - blood || "don't let them-" "i won't." [10] won't stop hurting - child abuse - sign language || "i could never leave you behind." [11] bad habits die hard - anxiety - relapsing || "won't you let me see?" [12] rough childhood - demons of the past - sexual assault || “i won't let them lay a finger on you, never again."

[13] chained - forced to lie - shot || "i'd never flinch from your touch." || [14] painful escape - forced to choose - career ending injury || "please stop." [15] eating disorder - panic attacks - self-harm || “but you love me anyway, don’t you?” [16] hiding an injury - infection - stitching themselves up || "you're over reacting."

[17] heavy breathing - fainting - feeling uneasy || "stop!" [18] sensory deprivation - overstimulation - strapped down || "you have to hold on." [19] passed out from the cold - can't open their eyes - has yet to wake up || "i hate you." [20] stab wound - being let down by someone they once trusted - first aid || "what happened to us?"

[21] freezing temperatures - hypothermia - left to freeze to death || "don't die on me now." [22] frostbite - hands numb from the cold - chronic pain || “you are- you will be alright, i promise you.” [23] staying awake till they can't anymore - dissociating - nightmares || "it's not your fault." [24] being allowed to heal - not afraid anymore - finally free || "acceptance is the first step, right?"

[babiesdreams]

Advent Calendar

Day 22 : Park Jimin . +18

Content Warning: Public, sex toy, dom jimin

Your legs close, trying to supress the feeling of the toy vibrating inside of you. His hand carress your back softly calming you down a little bit. Your fingers are still gripping onto a dress from the store. "I think this could look very pretty on you" His deep voice send shivers along your spine. When you look at him you can clearly see his finger, powered by the devil actively moving the buttom up and down, controlling the waves that brush pleasure into you.

He makes it stop and your body relaxes a little bit. The dress gets thrown into the shopping basket, that's already full with clothes. "Let's go to the fitting room and see how it fits you" You can't articulate words, since you're so worried it'll reveal your contained moans. You'd never been to a shop like this. Everywhere you look there's othing but luxury.

The fitting room is no exception. The workers walk you towards the biggest one in the whole store. It could be consider a small motel's room. There's champagne for you to share, a big ass couch and a podium. Your mind instantly links the room to a bride's fitting room. His hands are busy hanging the dresses to the racks, so you have time to recover from the intense vibrations.

Once he's finished, he sits on the couch, hands around the back of it, feet on the coffee table. You take it as a sign to start putting on the clothes. As soon as your pants fall to the ground the vibrations come back, your body shakes out of pleasure, your legs tremble threatening to fail and make you fall. "Don't stop" He orders.

You do your best to regain your strength and put on the first dress. The mirror reflects your figure. The long red dress fits you really well. Your breasts are being lifted by the fabric. Its thinness marks your nipples. "Come here" He demands and you obey. His hands touch your body, passing over your curves. They get all the way up to your breasts. They're cold, so cold that you feel the chilly sensations through the fabric. The vibrations speed up.

A soft moan escapes your lips and you rush to cover your mouth with your hands. He seems unbothered by it. His fingers move the fabric to expose your lingerie underwear. His index carress over your wettness, getting infected by the vibrations. "You must be desperate" He comments to himself. The toy's actions intensify. You try to protest with whispers but they get drown by your whimpers and moans. "You don't have permission to cum tho" His words set your mind on pain.

"May I cum?" You whisper. He simply shakes his head. "Try on the next dress come on" At this point your legs are so weak that you can barely walk. You somehow manage to tr on the next dress. The vibrations slow down. "I don't like this one" He says. You take the brief peaceful moment to breathe deeply. The next dress is much more flattering. Jimin seems to agree because the vibrations intensify.

"May I cum?" You ask again, more desperately. "You may not" He replies cruelly. "Please" You beg. Your legs finally give up, forcing you to fall onto the floor. "May I cum?" A shake of his head. "May I cum?" You repeat it a couple of times until you finally get his approval. Your orgasm is intense, messy, loud. It makes your pleasure feel with embarrasment and slight pain due to the overwork on your folds.

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Advent calendar masterlist

Masterlist

[accala]

Zack Fair in the Lifestream

Can I just mention how Zack managed to NOT dissipate into the lifestream??! If we base it of the lifestream black & white chapters from "On the Way to a Smile," it's a difficult feat to do.

Here's an excerpt from Aerith:

"The woman was an Ancient. Which explained how she was able to maintain her individuality even within the Lifestream. If she so wished she could become part of the planet at any time, but the woman thought it too early for that just yet."

With the way this was phrased, it's implied that Ancients can choose to stay intact and those who aren't an Ancient would find it difficult to maintain individuality (or maybe I'm pulling a leg here but hear me out). Ancients are able to maintain individuality because of their connection with the Planet & the Lifestream. Zack was shown to have individuality in Advent Children. Which brings the question of what happened to Zack’s spirit in the afterlife.

Even Sephiroth in the OG game had a hard time not dissipating into it considering his half disintegrated body in his cocoon form. Although this maybe pertains to his physical body only. I'm inferring he was dying when Cloud stabbed him in Crisis Core (was still semi-alive) and fully dead when the party defeated him. After OG FF7, he was grasping onto Cloud as his point of obsession just so he wouldn't erode into the Lifestream's current.

Mind you, despite being seen as an infection in the Lifestream and in hindsight should have been easy to be rid of, this is the man that became god and took control of a planet-killing alien to make clones of himself. His tenacity knows no bounds and not dissipating is a difficult goal he achieved momentarily regardless.

Excerpts from Sephiroth & Aerith respectively:

“The man knew that if one could hold onto some core of their spirit, then one could remain a separate entity, independent from the planet’s system."

“She rushed through the Lifestream in search of other souls to help her. Ancients, on the verge of diffusing. These fragments of consciousness accepted her undertaking. When she found fragments of consciousness of people she had once known– pitifully few in number– she infused them with her own memories and sought their assistance.”

I think Zack was one of those fragments of consciousness that Aerith ended up finding and infusing with her own memories, which gave him individuality. But that doesn’t explain as to why or how fragments of a SOLDIER First-Class with JENOVA cells managed to stay intact for 2 YEARS (from OG FF7 to Advent Children) before Aerith found them. Lifestream White 2 mentions that spirits can refuse to be absorbed by the Lifestream due to hatred, and by Sephiroth’s case, his obsession with Cloud and his memories of him. But I don’t think that’s what Zack did based on his character. Instead of hatred or obsession, Zack had a strong will.

The fact that Aerith found fragments of Zack despite 2 years of his death implies that he chose to stay and to yet dissipate. I think he might have tried latching onto "some core of his spirit” to probably watch over Aerith & Cloud (the implications of him seeing Aerith's death is making me feral). I think the nature of his death played a part in this resolve. This part is mostly speculation: he died so close to Midgar, just a smidge of seeing Aerith again. And despite passing on his legacy to Cloud, Cloud was just newly reawakened from his coma. He might have wanted to watch over him and Aerith for a while and see how his legacy plays out. So a guardian angel if you will ;) (plays thematically with Crisis Core).

The image of Sephiroth trying so hard to not disappear while Zack is there because he’s just That Guy is funny to think about

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Ways to Give:

nivchara-yahel and her sibling Hem are disabled and currently applying for SSDI and other benefits; they need ongoing support and are currently fundraising for August rent. Hem is also an artist and offering work for donations of $10 or more to those interested. You can read more, reblog, and find giving information here.

Char is raising funds for a friend's cat, Phil, who is currently at the animal hospital indefinitely until he receives treatment; they're still working out what he's dealing with, but are treating him currently for an infection in his liver and are checking for lymphoma. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.

Anon linked to a fundraiser for a classroom in Texas that is trying to get some missing chapter books in the classroom library, and read-aloud books that focus on marginalized peoples, environmental concerns, and non-Western upbringings. The project page states it will impact ten students, but all students and teachers in the school will have access to these books. You can read more and support the fundraiser here.

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sarahmackattack is with Skype A Scientist, a nonprofit science education organization that connects scientists with classrooms, libraries, and scout troops for free; they also run a "Squid Facts" hotline that people can text to receive squid facts, and support a science mural program in Philadelphia. They're currently selling Frog Facts and Crab Facts advent calendars; you scratch off the sticker each day to reveal fun facts about frogs or crabs. You can purchase them and other fun stickers and merch to support Skype A Scientist at their website here.

Recurring Needs:

we_are_spc's AC in their house has gone out, and they are trying to stay cool with only one fan; they are unemployed, and the heat is bad for both their asthma and their cats, as well as several musical instruments in the home including indigenous flutes. They've had a great update which is that the unit itself is working so only the copper lines need to be replaced; they need to raise less than previously thought, but are still trying to get as much funding as possible for the line replacement. You can read more and support the fundraiser here or give via paypal at celticphoenyx@gmail.com, via venmo at rowansong, or via cashApp at rowansong.

loversdoom has recently been diagnosed with PCOS and needs help to afford the prescribed birth control pills on top of living expenses; you can read more, reblog, and find giving information here or give via paypal here.

thegeeksqueaks's school district has shorted her on her summer teacher's budget; she can't afford currently to stock her classroom for back-to-school. She's raising funds to get food and hygiene tools for underserved kids as well as various aids for neurodivergent kids. You can read more and reblog here, give via DonorsChoose here or via paypal here, or purchase from an Amazon wishlist here.

And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.