#after i made like 10 pairs for myself i got satisfied

[magewritesstories]

[ SPENCER REID ] IT'S BASIC MATH, REALLY

cw. my continuation of unit chief!spencer reid x gen z!agent, in this installation you try to explain girl math to him [fluff.] wc. 601 (it's a small blurb)

SPENCER REID KNOWS MATH; HE HAS A PHD IN IT TO PROVE SO. But somehow you've managed to stump him (which happens more often than the genius would like to admit) with the concept of what you call 'girl math.'

It started when you walked into the small crowded bar near the Quantico building where the team had decided to meet up after a particularly satisfying arrest.

You strutted into the room in a pair of gorgeous, expensive-looking shoes, and of course, Penelope had to comment on it.

"Oh my God, Y/N," the blonde practically squealed as she pulled you into a hug, "You look even more gorgeous than usual—I love, love, love those shoes!"

You let out a soft laugh as you joined the rest of the team at the table with a quick greeting. "Thanks, Pen, they were actually pretty cheap," you reply, "I got 'em at Bloomingdales."

"Really?" JJ asked, joining in on the conversation, "Were they having a sale?"

"Nope, but they were only $156," you answer.

Spencer raised his brows in surprise, "You think $156 is a cheap price for one pair of shoes?"

"Mhm," you hum as you take a drink that Luke hands you, "It's girl math."

"Come again?"

"Girl math," you clarify, standing closer to him so that he can hear you over the loud music.

Spencer leans towards you instinctively, genuinely curious about whatever 'girl math' was.

"So, basically, these shoes cost $156, right?" you say as he nods along, "But they're comfortable and cute, plus they go with like four different outfits, which means I'll be wearing them a lot. In the coming month, I'll probably wear them, like, 10 maybe 15 times. Which means that they actually only cost me around 10 to 15 dollars—you know, if you divide 156 by the amount of times I wear them."

"But you don't pay for the shoes in installments," Spencer replied in confusion, "And your shoes aren't a car, the amount you walk in them doesn't depreciate their value like mileage would a car."

You shrug as you take another swig of your drink. "But this way, I make myself feel better about spending $156 on shoes," you reply with a grin.

"So it's a form of consolation?" he replied with a small grin playing on his lips.

You roll your eyes as you give him a soft shove, "Shut up, Dr. Reid."

Spencer lets out a laugh at your playful eye roll.

"Well, either way, you do look nice in them," he said.

"You sayin' I don't usually look nice?" you teased, leaning even closer to him.

The close proximity suddenly made him realize the rest of the team had magically vanished from the table.

(Luke and Penelope had managed to drag JJ and Emily to the dance floor, while Matt, Tara, and Rossi were making conversation with the bartender.)

"Silence, really, doc?" you continued, feigning a hurt expression, "I'm hurt."

"I—I—What, no!" Spencer quickly replied, turning back to you, "That's not what I—what I mean was you look nicer than usual—not that you don't usually look nice or anything—"

You laughed, throwing your head back just a little, as you stopped him from digging himself an even deeper grave. "Calm down, Spence, I was joking."

You put down the now empty glass and grabbed his arm. "C'mon, you need to loosen up, let's dance."

Spencer let you drag him to the dance floor, where he pointedly ignored JJ and Emily's surprised faces as well as Luke and Penelope's eyebrow wiggles.

He was never going to hear the end of this.

[mommysmutt]

It’s your 18th birthday, and I keep my eyes glued to you at your party. No one else knows it but you’ve never been touched before,not even by yourself. You’re still a fresh little flower waiting to bloom. And I was going to be the first.. So what if I was 10 years older? That doesn’t matter, not one bit.. Besides, it would be fun..~

I wait until the party dies down, I made sure every man knew that you were spoken for, glaring at them until they took their hands off you or stepped away when I thought they got too close.. You are my flower to play with, no one is going to pop that cherry except me.. You didn’t know it yet, but you belong to me..

Your parents had invited me to stay the night, I get along well with them. All according to plan if I was going to get my hands on you. You came downstairs to say goodnight, wearing nothing but a pair of lace underwear and a white tank top that hugged your features.. Such an innocent act you thought but to me, you were asking for it..

I wait till your parents are finally asleep before I sneak my way into your room. You’re already asleep, the blanket tossed to the side and your shirt pulled down just enough to expose nipple. God you look so beautiful like that..

I move over to you, my hands just lightly trailing over your body. I smirk as I see a little wet spot on your undies and I cannot wait to get inside you.. But I decide to be nice. I slowly move your panties to the side, trailing my tongue over your folds before I start to slowly lick at your clit. Teasing you and fucking you with my tongue as you sleep. Carefully holding you as you try to pull away but I don’t let you. Using my mouth on your cunt until I know you’re so close. I pull away, licking my lips as I stroke myself to get myself fully erect before grinding my hot length against your folds, teasing the tip against your clit.

I make sure to go slow, carefully pushing the tip into your tight, virgin heat and I have to stop myself from groaning too loudly you’re so tight around me. Inch by inch I push myself deeper inside you, watching you to make sure that you don’t wake up just yet, the soft whimpers and moans you’re making in your sleep sound like music in my ears.

I slowly start to thrust into you, your tight heat feels amazing I can’t help but move. Your moans become louder as you start to stir awake from the new sensation of my cock pushing in and pulling out of your virgin pussy. It’s not till my cock starts to bully your cervix that you wake up. My hand flying to cover your mouth before you get too loud. You try to push me away, squirming under me and pushing at my arms but I’m stronger than you.

“Quiet princess.. We don’t want to wake up your parents..~ Tonight, I make you a true woman.”

I continue to bully your cervix, your eyes rolling from all this new pleasure, your want or need to fight back and pull away slowly melting as I make you cum over and over with my cock. Your cute little brain turning to complete mush as I get you addicted to my cock. Your desperate whimpers and moans has me cumming right against your cervix even as you beg me to pull out, how you can’t get pregnant but I don’t care. I keep cumming inside you and fucking my cum deeper through the night.

Every night after that you call me, I talk you through ways to pleasure yourself until I’m able to see you again and fuck you senseless. Your boyfriend’s cock doesn’t even feel as good as mine does. I molded you specifically for me, you will never be satisfied by anyone else. So what if I make you a teen mom.. I’m going to keep you nice and round, full of my babies, letting you pass them off as your boyfriend’s kids but we both know the truth. You will always belong to me..

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I woke up to my throat burning, paired with cottonmouth. I groaned and pushed myself into a sitting position, swallowing in an attempt to alleviate my sore throat. This always happened whenever I fell asleep unintentionally after drinking, becoming the worst of mouth-breathers. Sighing, I brought a hand to my face and rubbed the sleep out of my eye while picking my phone up with the other to read the time. It was later than I had expected, just shy of 10 PM.

I tossed my phone back onto the mattress before standing and lifting my arms over my head to stretch. A satisfied sigh passes my lips once I felt my shoulders and back crack, relieving the tension, and I made my way into the bathroom. From there, I saw that my hair was in complete disarray and my cheeks were stained black from my mascara, thanks to my hysterics from earlier this afternoon. I snorted at myself and took a makeup wipe to clean up my face, then brushed my hair out, leaving it a frizzy mess.

I shrugged at my appearance, not caring to impress anyone at the bar, and changed into a pair of dark jeans and a comfortable swoop neck shirt. I slipped on a pair of vans, grabbed my purse and phone, and was out the door heading towards The Virgil, my stomach tied in knots of guilt from what I was about to do. It was selfish, but I didn't care. I just wanted to drink to forget the events from earlier today, to mask the loneliness that was looming over me.

I opted not to drive for the sake of convenience, and to walk the half hour it took to get to the bar instead. The walk was pleasant, the air around me a comfortable 65 degrees if I had to guess, and there was enough foot traffic where I didn't feel totally vulnerable walking the streets of LA alone. I chuckled to myself; Noah would probably kill me if he knew what I was doing.

After the 30-minute walk, I finally made it to the bar and slipped inside. The lights were dim, and the hum of dozens upon dozens of voices speaking over one another encases me, having my chest tighten with apprehension. It's been years since I've been in this scene; I wasn't even sure how to act in a bar anymore.

Scanning the area, my eyes finally landed on the semi-familiar sandy-blond mop sitting on a tall stool at the bar, a beer in hand. I let out a sigh, feeling some sense of security, and made my way through the sea of people towards Steven.

"Hey," I greet him as I took the empty seat next to him. He swivels towards me, a genuine smile on his face. "You made it! Here, have some fries—if you're hungry, that is." "Thanks," I flashed a timid grin, picking a single fry out of the basket. Just as I bit into it, my stomach growls—I hadn't realized how hungry I actually was. I glanced around the bar for a menu, pleased to see one to the right of me, and decided I should probably order my own meal.

The bartender soon makes his way over to me after a few minutes, giving me time to read over the menu to decide on a classic cheeseburger and fries, and politely hands me the water I so very reluctantly ordered. I know that I came here with the intention of drinking, but I had to at least seem like I was telling Steven the truth earlier when I said that I didn't drink. At least for now, I could later pull the whole 'oh, one drink won't hurt' card.

"How's your hand?" Steven asks, nodding his head in the direction of my hand that was holding the glass of water much too tightly. I shrugged lightly, "Not so bad, the glass must've got me in just the right way where it decided to bleed profusely," I chuckled. "It stopped bleeding with some pressure." "No stitches?" "No stitches." He smiles gently, "Good."

We fell silent, and I found myself absentmindedly spinning my water with my fingertips to hide the nervousness I was experiencing. The longer we sat in silence, the more my heart pounded, and the more I craved a drink to calm my nerves. My eyes zeroed in on the bottle of Sambuca that was calling my name, tempting me, just out of arm's reach.

"Listen," Steven clears his throat, pulling me from my daze. "I don't mean to pry, but I couldn't help but notice how...off, I guess I should say, you were earlier." My stomach bottoms out at his words, and if my heart could beat any faster than it already was, I'm sure that it did. "Is everything okay? Your homelife, I mean?" I pulled a large sip of my water, nearly choking on it as my mind raced. Do I tell him things have been rocky with my husband, or do I play it off as if everything is fine? I barely knew Steven; he didn't need to know about my life at home.

"Yeah," I finally squeaked out, "things are fine at home. Must've just woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." "Mmm," he nods slowly, taking a sip of his beer. "Does that happen often?" Who is he, my therapist? I let out a huff of a laugh through my nose, "Not as often as it used to, thankfully."

Just then, my food is placed in front of me, and I've never been more thankful for a goddamn cheeseburger and fries in my life. I picked up the burger, taking a massive bite and burning my mouth. I didn't care and kept chewing, so long as it hindered me from speaking to Steven about my struggles.

"Thankfully?" he questions, and all I do is nod. "There's something you're not telling me, isn't there?" I stuffed a handful of fries in my mouth so I can't answer him. "Let me buy you a drink, calm your nerves a bit. You can talk to me, I'm not here to judge." I shook my head 'no', swallowing my food harshly, and kept my eyes forward. "I don't drink—" "That's bullshit, and you know it. I see you eyeing that bottle of Sambuca."

I closed my eyes and freeze, and my mouth goes dry. He must've been watching me like a hawk to notice that, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Did he actually care, or was he just curious? What did he have to offer after gaining information about me?

Then again, what did I have to lose, venting to a listening ear?

I let out a shaky breath and slowly brought my attention to him, noting the genuine concern written on his face. "One shot of Sambuca; chilled. That's it." He gives a quick nod, and orders it for me. I don't waste a second when the shot glass hits the counter, sucking the anise down like my life depended on it. I felt the booze run through me, cooling me from the inside, my heart rate finally beginning to slow down. I immediately wanted another, but I couldn't look desperate, I couldn't look weak.

I sighed, feeling the spice sitting on my tongue radiate from my mouth in a chilled breath. "I'm married to a musician," I start, "and he's been working on the band's third album, practically day and night, and I've never felt so insignificant because of it. Well, until I finally broke down a few weeks ago and that's when he realized how hurt I was." "I see," Steven mumbles, and I see him bob his head in my peripheral. "I take it things didn't get better," he states, rather than asking. "Things started to improve. Without going into too much detail, he did start to pay more attention, and spent more time with me, but..." I trailed off.

I stared at the empty shot glass in front of me, as if it would magically refill on its own, feeling the need for another to encourage me to keep talking. I picked on my fries instead, but it wasn't nearly the same.

"Let me ask you something before I continue," I start back up, looking over at him. He tilts his head in questioning, giving me his undivided attention. "How would you feel if your significant other 'forgot' to tell you they were going to be gone for a few weeks? And that during that time, there were plans to head home for the holidays that were also forgotten?" He remains silent for a moment, processing my words, and I could feel the burn in my throat from suppressing the emotions that were starting to make their way out of me. The situation was hitting me harder the second time around, and I knew that in a matter of seconds, tears would be rolling down my cheeks.

"I'm guessing he's headed out on tour soon," Steven states, rather than asking once again, his green eyes boring into mine. Smart man. I nodded, unable to open my mouth without a cry making its way out. "That's uh...a pretty significant thing to forget. That's really shitty, I can't imagine how you must feel." I clenched my teeth and averted my eyes to the shot glass again, unable to stand looking at the pity on his face. I didn't want his pity; I just wanted the hurt to go away.

I picked up the glass and tapped it against the counter, making eye contact with the bartender. He nods in understanding, preparing me a shot. When he placed it in front of me, I slammed it back and told him to keep them coming before he even had time to walk away.

The next thing that I knew, I was sitting at the bar several shots deep, crying like I had been at work earlier in the day. I was sputtering about how lonely I felt, how much I missed the way things were when Noah and I first got married, how insignificant I felt to him.

I'm startled from my hysterics when I feel a hand on my knee. "Don't cry, Liv," Steven's voice suddenly sounds. He's so close to me, I could feel his breath against my ear as he spoke. "You're too pretty to cry," he murmurs, and a chill runs down my spine when he brushes a strand of my hair from my face and over my shoulder. His other hand slowly creeps up my thigh, settling low on my hip. His fingers glide across my cheek and down to my chin, guiding my face towards him. Through blurry eyes, I can see his fierce greens dancing over my face, darting from my eyes, to my lips, and back again. In seconds, his mouth is on mine and his eyes are shut, but mine are wide open in pure shock, in terror.

I can't fucking breathe. I made a huge mistake. I shouldn't be at the bar right now, drinking for the second time today, allowing myself to become so vulnerable to this man that I barely knew.

When he ran his tongue over my lips to deepen the kiss, I snapped back to my senses with a gasp. My hands flew to his chest, and I shoved him back as hard as I could; he nearly toppled over, having to grab the counter to stop himself from falling, and knocked his beer over in the process. Anger flashes across his face the second he rights himself, seeing the mess that was dripping onto his slacks.

"What the fuck!" he shouts, a low growl escaping him. I slipped out of the barstool clumsily, staggering as I tried to put distance between us. "I told you that I'm married, Steven! Why would you kiss me?" "You were just crying about how lonely and insignificant he was making you feel," he hollers, mocking me. "Don't tell me that that wasn't what you wanted." My jaw drops; I can't believe the words that just came out of his mouth. "You are disgusting, Steven!" I spit, shaking my head at him with a scowl. His brows rise in feigned offense, and he stands up to tower over me. "Yeah? And you're just a tease," he seethes, the smell of beer on his breath wafting over me.

Anger courses through my veins now from his words and actions. The audacity of him to condition me into letting my guard down for a second to then take advantage of me, was fueling the fire within me—I lifted my hand and slapped him across the face. "Don't you ever step foot in my bakery again, or I will call the cops on you." "You bitch!" He stumbles back and cups the cheek that I hit, glowering at me before charging over to me.

There's suddenly an entity in front of me, blocking Steven's path before he's able to touch me. I quickly realize that it's the bartender when he looks over his shoulder at me and tells me to go, nodding his head in the direction of the door. He has his hands on Steven's shoulders, holding him back, and I whispered a quick 'thank you' before weaving through the crowd to make my exit.

I barged through the front door, stumbling right into the public trash can across the sidewalk as the world spun around me. I braced and held myself up with trembling arms, sobbing uncontrollably from what had just happened. I was so ashamed of myself for allowing this to happen to me, and so afraid of what else could happen while in this condition. I needed to go home, but I was too distraught, too inebriated to make it back on my own.

I pushed myself away from the trash can, losing my footing and colliding with the front of the building. I collapsed to the ground and pushed myself up against the wall, pulling my knees to my chest while grabbing my phone from my pocket. With unsteady hands, I did what I should've done hours ago and called Noah.

Noah

"Any ideas on what we should watch next?" Nicholas asks when the ending credits of Star Wars began scrolling the TV screen and picks up the remote from the coffee table. I had my head in my hand, my elbow planted to the armrest of the sectional, and shrugged. I took a swig of the now lukewarm beer that I had been holding in my other hand for God only knows how long and glanced at the analog clock on the cable box. It was getting close to midnight, and my eyelids felt heavy with sleep beginning to weigh them down.

Normally I wouldn't be so tired this early in the night, and I'd be lying if I said the absence of Liv joining us for movie night didn't play a part in that. She never even texted me back after I invited her, nor did she return my calls after said text, and it worried me some. We didn't start off on the right foot this morning, and I was praying that that wouldn't influence her to start distancing herself from me again.

Nicholas rolls his eyes from my answer, or lack thereof, and begins browsing whatever was available on Peacock just as Nick Folio makes his way back inside from his smoke break. He carries the scent of his weed with him, which oddly enough wakes me up some as it slaps me in the face. I yawned and sat up properly, placing my drink atop a coaster on the table before standing. I put my hands on my lower back and bend backwards, stretching until I felt the cracks go up my spine.

"Folio, help me pick a movie since Noah is of no use," Nicholas snickers as I began to walk towards the slider door Folio had just come in from. I give him the finger over my shoulder, earning giggles from both of them as I stepped onto the porch and into the calmness of the night. I leaned against the railing with my hands clasped together and hung my head with a sigh; not hearing from Olivia was really starting to get to me.

The slider door opens and shuts quietly, but I remain in the same position, knowing it was just one of the guys. They're silent as they sidle up beside me, and I picked my head up to see Jolly next to me, mirroring my position. I turned my attention to the tree in front of us when he didn't say anything, watching its branches sway in the delicate breeze for a minute or two before he finally spoke up.

"You doing okay?" "Yeah," I can feel him staring at me as I nod shallowly. "It's just Liv; I haven't heard from her all day and I'm worried." He lets out a 'huh', processing my words. "You get in a fight this morning?" "We didn't necessarily get in a fight, but she definitely wasn't happy with me when we got up this morning. I, uh, kinda sorta forgot to tell her about the tour, and it slipped out at an inopportune time," I huffed and shook my head at myself for my stupidity. He snorts, "Nice," he replies sarcastically, earning an eye roll from me. "You should give her another call, maybe even head home if that's—"

As if on cue, my phone starts to ring in my pocket, and I know from the ringtone alone that it's Olivia calling. I let out a sigh of relief before answering it, only to fall into a panic when I heard her crying on the other end. “Shh, shh, Liv, it’s okay,” I tried to soothe her, but she’s sobbing so hard, she can’t seem to get a single word out. “Olivia, are you hurt?” I asked her, my anxiety spiking from the uncertainty.

Eventually she mumbles ‘no’, but I still have no idea what the fuck is going on, and I swear my heart was gonna burst through my chest from how fast it was beating. I sat here listening to her cry on the other end, feeling more and more depleted and helpless as the seconds ticked by, unsure of what to do. “Olivia, where are you?” I asked sternly, and hastily made my way back inside, accidentally sending the sliding door against the frame in my wake. I cringed and mouthed ‘sorry’ to the Nick’s when I saw their souls leave their bodies from my entrance before beelining to the kitchen to grab my keys off the kitchen table.

I left Jolly’s in a hurry, sprinting to my car while still listening to her wails. “Olivia, please, try to breathe, love,” I’m begging her at this point; I can’t stand to listen to her cry. “Tell me where you are so I can help you. I want to be there for you.” There’s a brief pause on her end, and I hold my breath in fear of missing any words she might say.

There’s a cough, then a sniffle, and then a harsh exhale. “V-Virgil.” That’s all she says, but I knew exactly what she meant, and my heart plummets to the pit of my stomach knowing that she’s at a bar. I let out the breath I was holding in an exasperated sigh. “Fuck, okay,” I whispered, mostly to myself, “I’ll be there in five. Please don’t go anywhere, you hear me? I love you.” I hung up the phone and scrambled into my car, hightailing it out of the driveway.

I wasted no time at all when I saw her slumped against the building sobbing, throwing my car in park with my hazards on, and bolted to her. I crouched in front of her, scooping her into my arms and squeezed her to my chest. "Liv, it's just me," I tell her gently; I must've startled her because she tried to pry herself out of my arms. I feel her body relax when realization hits her, and she crumples into me, crying against my chest.

I tried to soothe her the best that I could, cradling her head against me, telling her that she was alright, that I'm here and that I'm not going anywhere, but her crying was relentless. She suddenly pulls away from me and turns her body away from me, vomiting onto the sidewalk. She heaves a couple of times, and I gathered her hair with one hand, the other rubbing circles into her back while she finished releasing what she had in her stomach.

"I'm sorry," she chokes out, shaking her head. I move her back so that she's facing me, and wiped the bit of vomit off her face with my shirt. "Shh, it's okay, Olivia," I reassure her, brushing her bangs back to press my lips to her forehead. "What's gotten into you, love? I haven't seen you this bad in years."

She finally looks at me, and my heart breaks at the sight before me. Her eyes were swollen, bloodshot, and glossed over from the fresh tears that continued to spill from them, and her breathing was so choppy that her bottom lip kept getting sucked into her mouth. She was so distraught, with remorse and sorrow painted over her face. "Y-you don't care," she stammers, and my brows pull together in bewilderment. "It's all about the m-music. Y-you don't even love me anymore, do you?"

You don't even love me anymore, do you?

Everything suddenly stops moving around me, and I can't breathe after hearing those words come out of her mouth. How could she possibly think that I didn't love her anymore? I was devastated; I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces, the world collapsing around me piece by piece as I watched each tear slide down her cheeks. All I could do was shake my head 'no' and pull her against me, holding her with the intent of never letting her go as my own tears silently fell.

What the fuck have I done to her?

|Chapter 7|

[maguro13-2]

Komaru : Happy Anniversary, Touko, to us!

Toko : Uhh...Err--*blushes* thanks. Happy Anniversary to you too.

Komaru : I bought a present so that we could celebrate 10 years of UDG! Open up shall we?

Toko : Alright, I'm opening up the greatest gift of all.

*Drum roll*

Toko : Alright...I'm opening the present now. (breathes inhale and then exhales) Okay...Here I go! (opens present and looks inside of it) What's this?

Komaru : I made it myself just for you. So do you like my gift?

Toko : ....?

Komaru : ...*nervously blushes* Well?

Toko : So this is what you brought me for our anniversary?

Komaru : Well...You did seemed kinda like it and this is the satisfying gift of all, so are thou not pleased?

*later*

Makoto : So, hey, ummm...Sis. What happened to your clothes?

Komaru : (covering herself) She ripped them apart after what she saw in the present. But she seemed to like it tho, and I was never wrong. Okay...I get it now. So, ummm...Do you have like a spare set of clothes? She literally just ripped them apart.

Makoto : Yeah, we'll give you some fresh pair of clothes right after these people started to laugh at you. [everyone, except for others, all laughed at Komaru completely naked]

Komaru : Okay...This is starting to really messed up. But this is humiliating! Nothing's badder than having your sister in a birthday suit, this was supposed to be an anniversary for me, not a humiliated party!

Makoto : That's not my problem!

Komaru : So...How long this punishment thing by Touko will last long?

Makoto : About an hour...

Touko : Nope, I'd say to be in my birthday suit in a week.

Makoto : Yep. This is kinda humiliating.

*Alternate Take*

Toko : Happy Anniversary, K...Komaru-san. *blushes*

Komaru :Why thanks, Touko! I knew that I could trust you! [Runs over to the big present] Hey, cool gift for our anniversary, I wonder what it's inside of this nice big--[the big present opens, revealing to be a horde of heartless] Hey now, what's all this?

[Night of Fate by Yoko Shimomura plays]

Komaru : Uh-oh. YEEET!!! Please! Don't hurt me! I'm too young to die! [defends herself, but the heartless runs off to the left instead] Huh?

Junko : Hey! Uhh, W-What are you doing!?

*fighting sounds*

Junko : [grunting, screaming] Ow! Stop! What are you doing!? Let go of my clothes! Stop! Don't rip them! *RIP!* No! I need those! Please, this isn't the gift that I wanted! Touko Help!

Toko : Everyone! Back in my childhood, this was the thanks that they helped me that I got my revenge on society who abandons me and treated me like trash. I'll tell those people what they get, they get what they f***ing deserved! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, C*CKSUCKERS!

Komaru : Oh...Now I understand why your childhood was messed up, mistreatment and abuse, you actually paid those guys to get your revenge.

Toko : I sure did, it took me years to put an end of my cursed Childhood, but it wasn't me that I paid, my father did before they killed him and became one of them. Or something like that, Yeah, payback's a b*tch! [laughs out loud]

Komaru : This could've been the best anniversary ever to imagine, but it'll do.

Toko : I felt the happiest days of my life! This is awesome! This is truly the best moment I have ever seen, no more mistreatments, no more betrayals, and no more batsh*t hardships! HAHAHAHAHA! Victory for the light is mine!

Heartless : Of course, you really are shining your way of life there, pal. Listen, calling a girl "pal" doesn't mean that you're human, so we're just gonna need your heart and those kidneys ya got there.

Toko : Eheheheh...Uhh, hey, fellas. What's this mean about? Hello? Where are you taking me? [gets carried away] What's going on? Komaru! My plan backfired! I need help! Those dirty sons of b*tches! I paid them for good!

Komaru : (sighs) That's really clever. Somethings never gets old.

*Iris shot*

[SMW Game Over Jingle playing]

Toko : Komaru! I STILL NEED SOME HELP!!!

*Iris out*

~ Happy 10th Anniversary UDG ~

[multifandommilfs]

That Luscious Blonde

Pairing: Sonya Paxton x reader

Wc: 1474

Summary: you defend Sonya after Stabler brings up her past. Your relationship furthers with each subsequent meeting

A/n:this is based on season 11 episode 9 "Gray"

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You were new to the precinct. But that didn't hinder you from recognizing a hurt ego when you saw one. You couldn't really blame her when she was the only one making an attempt to get over her alcoholic past.

 

So the way Stabler treated her wasn't right when he was in the wrong for hiding how he got Chuck the rapist's disciplinary record from his daughter, which would botch the case. You push past him. "What's her name?" You whispered harshly, harboring some annoyance towards him and urgent to apologize to the woman on his behalf.

 

But she was already halfway across the bullpen, and in another few strides, would've made it out the door. You couldn't wait for his reply.

 

"Hey, you with the luscious blonde hair!" Tingles were jumping beneath your feet when the room quietened to the last staccato of her heel. You wondered if you had picked her last nerve and the thought had you holding back a cringe.

 

When she turned, it was slow and hesitating. Her heels were almost tripping over each other at the unaccustomed pace. Her reluctance was furthered with her back turned to you because luscious blonde hair? you must be hollering at someone else and not her, she has never been the target of flirtation like that.

 

She thought she had gotten herself embarrassed for the second time in those 10 minutes when she turned around fully until she caught your frame in the place where a pissed-off Stabler once stood. Instead, this time she was met with all teeth and stretched lips.

 

"Were you referring to me? Because if it's someone else I'll spare myself the embarrassment and take Stabler's advice." The words "go have a drink" were a fresh burn in her chest and mind. She saw how Stabler shifted in regret and was satisfied with spiting him back.

 

"No! Of course not, I was referring to you. I just didn't know your name- "You cursed yourself internally for revealing that impolite fact, rushing over to her with haste and ease provided by your on-field ground-level shoes. Yet when you lingered by her side, you were still her height despite the fact that her heels had altitude.

 

And missing her previous hesitance, you pushed a side of her hair back, the pads of your finger grazing the shell of her ear as you leant in. The natural warmth that wholly encompassed her in that instance almost made her stumble back. And once her senses had only accepted the change in temperature, you whispered. "I'm sorry about Stabler." The heat that ghosted her jaw cast a bearable shiver in her knees that surprised herself.

 

Then you pulled back with a smile that should've been enough to forgive if you hadn't just had an effect on her. Because now the air seemed to lose its warmth, leaving a tangible chill that ran down her spine.

 

You saw how her jaw clenched in the miniscule, the muscles in her neck flexing and relaxing like she was trying to restrain herself from putting up a fight but missed the way her knees tensed in order to regain her footing—how she was actually trying to suppress a shiver from that damned chill.

 

So it was polite to back away, your smile falling just by the corners of your lips when you fretted you'd gone a step too far. "See you in court."

 

"Thank you, and you will, Flatterer." She said it utmost casually, her eyes lingering on you before she whirled out the precinct.

 

A scoff came behind you. You turned just to see Stabler and Olivia giving you both of their respective incredulous expressions. "What was that little.." Stabler swung his forefinger around.

 

"Saving your ass?" You shrugged and went straight back to your desk, your heart a little giddy from the woman you couldn't even name.

________

Whatever you had said to her was the only reason that Sonya accepted his later apology. Stabler told you the next day.

 

Sure, you said, her name fluttering and causing delightful chaos in your mind as you checked your watch. We're late for your arraignment date.

 

It turns out you weren't exactly late for the arraignment because the judge is now being reassigned as a result of the possible prejudice accusation or some court drama you weren't quite sure of.

 

What you were sure of was the woman returning to her seat on the other side of the bar that separated the courtroom and the public gallery. "Sonya." Stabler greeted her beside you. She turned and there was that same glare yesterday before all hell broke loose.

 

"Didn't I tell you to make it to arraignment?" She snarked.

 

"Aren't we here?" His tone raised audibly and people were turning heads and it filled you with a maternal mortification like a mother watching her kids in a physical altercation.

 

"The whole arraignment Stabler, not just the second half of it!" Her voice toned down but carried the same sharpness.

 

"Stabler, um-" you put a hand on the crease of her arm to address her because her name was weak on your tongue. "It's just not the time." You cocked your head to the judge's bench and it was immediate and relieving how she understood you and retracted, her arm sliding off your grasp, so that you felt the length of soft skin from the underside of her elbow trailing all the way down to her wrist before she turned to face the stand, leaving you with red rushing up your face as you gripped the edge of the seats.

 

"All sit." The court ordered before Stabler elbowed you.

 

"Seriously, what is going on between you two? Why do I get the tiger side of her and you get this side of her. Not that I'd trade it, but share some of the kindness, geez." You widened your eyes at him. "You don't know what you're talking about."

 

He was about to say something else with that smug smirk on his face when the gavel slammed down. "Silence!"

__________

The new judge should be the one accused of prejudice, was your verdict. He had absolutely no right to bring up her personal matter in front of strangers and the defendant.

 

But what was pressing now was that no show witness which Stabler has 30 minutes to bring in. It wasn't enough time but with the judge's personal bias, you hoped it was enough. Stabler notified Olivia while you cajoled Sonya to stay behind, take a breather, work the case.

 

So now the both of you took a spot just outside the courtroom, files clipped shut in her lap. "Actually I think my case is already pretty solid." She smiled at you and you realized that it was the first time she did. The way your chest swelled at the simple lift of her lips was glorious and swayed your hold on being professional. You shifted, chuckling and running your hand through your hair to quell the race beneath your ribs.

 

"So why stay? You like your mysteries solved." You peeked a glance at her and saw that she was already looking at you. Through panic, you held her gaze, and a spark flared within her irises. She adored a challenge.

 

"Because you," she squinted her eyes lightly, daring you to avert your gaze. "Are a mystery to me." When you didn't, her fingertips that were priorly poised on her lap dropped onto yours, eliciting your blushed attention to it and breaking the daze, for the heat from her palm that seeped through the fabric made you perspire a slight.

 

The heightened temperature you felt didn't quite help your rationalizing when you slid your hand over hers. The back of her hand was soft yet firm, textured with the green veins that weaved under her skin.

 

Without a word between the both of you, she flipped her hand beneath yours so that it faced up, the heat on your thigh curling away. Your hand atop hers felt warmer than usual. It was a silent choice to accept or deny. Your lips parted in a grin as you glanced at her, seeing how hers held a smile.

 

You drew your fingers between hers, in turn accepting her unuttured question before your hands could start to get clammy.

 

"So I hope I'll get your name after we've nailed this case, Flatterer." She said, glancing up at the approaching Stabler and Benson.

 

"I'll take your word for it then." The two of you released your intertwined hands, standing up from the bench.

 

"What? No nickname this time?" Her laugh sent you grinning, heart thumping, but you held that little bit of your composure and gave her a faux eyeroll that did nothing but showcase your fondness for her.

 

"Just keep your promise, luscious blonde."

[datusaguy]

Before I see even more posts and comments talking about the Fionna and Cake finale, I wanna write down my initial impressions before I see too much more analysis. I watched the episodes last night right before going to sleep, but now it’s the morning for me so I may not remember everything as exactly but it’s still relatively fresh.

Overall, I did enjoy both episode 9 and 10, the show in general was quite enjoyable. I did feel like the ending was underwhelming when I had just watched it, but on further thought, I think it did wrap up satisfyingly.

I think I might have just had the wrong expectations going in. I recall seeing a post that said something to the effect of “Tom Kenny said episode 9 was the most emotional thing he’s ever recorded.” When watching the last 2 episodes though, I kept waiting for a really emotional moment, although it never came. I don’t know if I had misremembered what the quote from Tom Kenny was or maybe it was a bullshit quote or what, but I think I setup the wrong expectations for the episode.

Also, just in general I haven’t watched that many currently ongoing shows that don’t dump whole seasons at a time for a while. So when someone like Fionna and Cake comes along where I’m actually excited each week for a new pair of episodes, I’m not very used to tempering my expectations. I don’t think I hyped myself that much though.

Anyways, to the actual ending, here’s my thoughts for Simon and Fionna + Cake separately.

For Simon, I think just a bit more time to connect everything together at the end would’ve been nice, but I think I enjoyed it a lot overall. Betty really hammered in that Simon fucked up a lot by leading him to the Casper and Nova story. For a man who already hate himself a lot and has been planning to essentially “kill” the Simon part of himself via wearing the crown, it’s a strange thing for Betty to hammer in his mistakes. I think it works though with what Betty follows it up with.

Even after all the mistakes and pain in their relationship with Betty being GOLB now, she still enjoys her memories of Simon. She values him and doesn’t let him put on the crown. She also helps save Fionna and Cake’s world, thereby making any decision with the crown just for himself.

So Simon essentially gets to ask himself if he’s worthwhile. Does his life matter? Even with all the mistakes he’s made throughout his life though, the answer is yes. He’s not a perfect father for Marceline, but he got to see the alternative of him not being around. We also only got a little bit of Marceline in episode 2, but what we did see was her happy. Then there’s Betty who, despite everything, still cared for him and valued him. Then of course there’s Fionna and Cake who spend most of the show warming up to and caring for Simon. Also want to mention that while their bond isn’t great, Finn does also care for Simon and tries to help him out.

Simon starts off the show hating his life. By the end though, I think they came to a satisfying way for Simon to care for himself.

Then there’s Fionna and Cake. I do think their situation does parallel some of Simon’s stuff. Similar to how Simon feels, they’re all “mistakes,” especially Fionna. We start off seeing her struggles to keep a job and find happiness in her life. Then there’s the fact that her and Cake spend most of the show being chased by some god-like bug guy who wants to annihilate for being a “mistake.”

We also see them make mistakes in their journey to find the crown. Like the whole “attacking innocent candy people” thing definitely isn’t very great. Or them just watching BMO kill themselves. They also didn’t do great in helping the war against Vampires.

Despite their mistakes and flaws however with both themselves and their world, by the end, they still chose to stick by their world and make the most of it. Fionna and Cake have had each other the whole way through and they’ve made friends along the way in life like Gary and Simon.

My main problem is that I don’t feel like they did enough to show why Fionna and Cake still want to live in their normal world. While Fionna I think did have moments of “hey, I don’t think this whole magic and adventure thing is really for me,” I don’t feel like they focused that much on her alternative of living in her current world. That is until the very end of the show at which point, it felt rushed.

Edit: Thinking about it more, I do think there was quite a bit of Fionna and Cake realizing that a “magical world” isn’t the perfect solution to their problem. It wasn’t just a few moments of Fionna going “oh maybe this isn’t great.”

As much as I enjoyed seeing Marshall and Gary’s romance unfold, I think it could’ve helped to show flashbacks of Fionna and Cake instead. Those segments did help me get invested in their world and a lot of the show already helped make me invested in Fionna and Cake, but I didn’t feel invested in them being in their own world. So I think having flashbacks for Fionna and Cake instead would’ve helped connect them back to their world more to setup the finale better, while still taking the time to make us care for the world in general.

Anyways, I liked the show overall. I did enjoy the stories both overall and episode-by-episode. There was also some good laughs in there and I thought the presentation was really great. I remember first hearing about this show and not really being that interested as despite having watched all of Adventure Time (especially a lot when growing up), I felt content with what we had. So I’m somewhat surprised by how into Fionna and Cake I got. On the other hand though, I did wear a Jake hat for fucking years in elementary school partly because I loved Adventure Time so much so I guess it shouldn’t be that surprising.

[yell0wsalt]

20 Questions for Writers

saw @ljf613 do this and wanted to give it a try

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27. (I have a couple others I made private bc they are horrid. Teeter between completely rewriting or deleting them, so in the limbo private collection they stay)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

72,228

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mostly have written for Avatar: Legend of Korra and have a few fics for My Hero Academia.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm Bored, Let's Fuck

Your Electric Touch

A Spark in the Dark

Loving You throughout the Years

A Closed Discussion

Drives me bananas 2/5 of these are horrid not even well-writted E-rated fics and that I have several other stories I'd prefer being in my top 5 but whatever, I guess

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course! Very few read what I write, let alone bother to comment. Honestly, you took time out of your day to read my silly story and leave a comment?

That means the world to me.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Without a doubt, Shinishi of the Deep. It was my first take on a Cosmic Horror AU and I took to leaving it open-ended regarding Iroh's fate. The last line Join me is simple, but keeps it in the air of who said it.

Was it Asami?

Was it the monster out in the open? Is that monster even real?

Who will he listen to?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The happiest? Umm I mostly write happy endings, so it all depends on the context, but probably Loving You throughout the Years, a small collection of one shots of Linzin being in a relationship not experiencing their breakup. Chapter 3 is what comes to mind when considering their happy ending.

Hurts Like Hell when I got Irosami to get together after their breakup was satisfying to write.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not cool enough to get hate on, so I fly under the radar.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oof, that's a big old YIKES from me. I do a lot better with the build up and sexual tension between the couple before.

Pay no mind to the snippet I posted yesterday

Although I feel like I should get out of my comfort zone and try it, it's also horribly embarrassing to be seen flopping in real time.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Noooo. I have curious thoughts about crossovers (/pos), but have zero business in giving writing one a shot.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Never have I ever.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Don't do this to me. I'm naming three.

Linzin

Irosami

EraserMic

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm planning to bring all of my WIPs into the New Year!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm, pass.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything—

*sad clown sounds*

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I

I've seen people do it before in other fics which can be an interesting touch to world building. However, my problem with some authors doing so comes down to it being clear they used a source like GoogleTranslate to do so. Often, the grammatical structure is incorrect (surprise, surprise, not every language goes subject + verb + object like English).

Also, there may be words in the other language that would be better suited for the context in the fic.

I know myself well enough that's something I should stay away from in my writing unless I am familiar with the language or can reach out to someone who is.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Legend of Korra. I just started this year, so there's still a lot more to tap into.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Might be a tie between Breathe Me Back To Life or Say It. I like the universes I created for the pairings here and think about them often.

[jeannahas]

1: Coba Kai, The DND movie, Spider Man Across the Spiderverse.

2:i posess a pair of brown socks that are very comfy, but not too thick or fluffy. I wear them when I am cold or in the rare occasions I actually have to wear shoes.

3:no- oddly I don’t really like fruit, but I love milkshakes.

4:when I get to dress nicely I go for a white shirt, vest of ne of three colors, a tie that fits the occasion, and when I have a pair a set of nice black slacks - usually with brown shoes perfectly polished as an affront to fashion, and one of any number of simple leather belts. Occasionally, I allow add an Aguayo sash to the mix, this depends on the vest color and tie color.

5: scrambled. And tasty.

6: Page number. When I close a book I have the habit of checking the page number before it closes- upon opening the book I flip to that number, find my place, and continue reading. This is due to the fact that my brand of ADHD leads to me instantly misplacing any bookmark while reading as it wanders from one hand, to the other, to behind my ear, to heaven only knows where on earth before will have even turned the page.

7:black.

8:warhammer! And swords. I love painting small things, and I like swords. 😄

9:fire. I love fire. Candles, campfires, fireplaces, before brides, raging infernos, very soothing. My meditation app thingies are all set to sounds of campfires because I find it soothing.

10:I did not understand this question.

11:I do not. I have 20-10 vision, and my eye doctor always tells me I should have been a pilot.

12:hm. My best friend is my wife- many things.

13: Pen. I don’t like the way pencils vibrate in my fingers- end have a much smoother texture, and older quill style pens have a more satisfying scratch- pencils just kind of annoy me.

14:a. In front of a fire, b. Among Rock formation sun a desert, c. In the middle of a forest in the middle of no where- pine forests preferred.

15: I do- fiddle leaf figs, keep the air cleaner and survive my horrible inside houspkant skills. I somehow killed an Aloe plant.

16: I do not wear hoodies- used to, stopped once I descovered a preference for jackets.

17:A pommel for a sword I am currently rebuilding.

18:hm. The arrival of my ancestors on the American continent. Curious to know what they looked like.

19: I dressed up as a Roman soldier/knight thing when I was six - they still sell that same costume nowadays, and It makes me irrationally happy.

20:ni idea. Simple math. Daily use.

21: English realism- specifically the works of Luke Feilds, closely followed by some of the artists and their work from Magic the Tathering within the past 10 or so years- a lot of modern artwork is really well made! Enjoying the current environment of artists. I hate “Modern” art with a firey passion and see no value in it. Everything since Dadaism is…just sad.

22:cold- except for hot chicken late during winter.

23: hm. I actually don’t sing in the shower. None?

24: No. I am aware of this, so I drive as cautiously as I can.

25: Nope. I’m too indecisive and I know that ti would chang emu mind immediatley after getting one or I would get bored of it. Knowing this about myself, I’ll occasionally decorate my right forearm with Henna.

26: Kind of. I have a book of family recipients, I can follow the instructions, but it takes me a while. I will someday make a siccessful puff pasty.

I have not yet succeeded.

27:yea- I have a mini- black belt piece with my Dan Number embroidered on it. (2010-02)

28: I swim decently well- nothing fancy, but I know the major strokes and can make the whole length of a swimming pool underwater.

29:yes!! My favorite set was a dwarves castle my brothers and I got for Christmas 🎅 ne year- we actually managed to Keep It intact while playing with it too! Much fun- we would hold wars with all the mini figs, this likely led me into Warhammer.

30: No.

31: Hm. Hm………..apparently, Cheeleader- but specifically the Lumity animatic. Other than that- Vampair- all of them frequently. Raised by Bats is my favorite.

32: silver.

33: Earbuds.

34: yep. Without too much trouble.

35: a stuffed black cat I got as a kid I named Teto. He was an excelent swordsman.

36: Air Hockey- I am not good at any other arcade games. However, I don’t get VR sick at all, so I can outlast people when arcades have VR games. 🤣

37: Nope- I prefer it actually!

38: Vampair and Voltaire. 🫠

39: I was teaching a martial arts class and had several kids have some good “Aha!” Moments. Very satisfying.

40: Oooh- Either Ponderosa Pines or Juniper- ponderosa because they smell absolutely FANTASTIC and there were several forests of the trees close to where I gre up, and Junioers because those trees were EVERYWHERE growing up, and the wood was super dense, and made carving and whittling it super satisfying, as you could get it to such a fine polish when you were done.

41: I do not remember- a scent. (My nose doesn’t work, so I let my wife pick my deoderant)

42: I do- but I never really play them. The one I turn on most of them is WorldBox- I like to some funny little civilizations and make them fight each other for survival.

43: on.

44: collect! Collect and make into my dragon hoard! ( occasionally use it to buy soda from gas stations)

45: NO. It is horrible despite my best efforts. I am left handed, and my writing has been described as “if cursive were created by an eldritch being”

46: a random anime called “The Vision of EscaFlowne” I was expecting not to like it, but ended up thoroughly enjoying it and being sad that there was only one season and that they had to fit the entire back half of the story into the last few episodes- I’ve head there is a movie, I have not watched it yet.

47: Yes- but getting the motivation to actually get OUT THE DOOR is really hard.

48: Not really. I grab what’s available. I do have favorite silver ware- silverware with a rose on the handle- we called them “ Robber” silverware because we would steal them from each other at the dinner table, and when my parents moved I was able to snag them (with permission) and I have the Robber spoons! (This is a triumph roughly as significant as attaining my 3rd degree black belt was)

49: 1. Run one lap around my domic le laughing like a maniac while getting drenched with the first rain of the season: 2. Get as warm as possible, read a book, and take a nap while it rains. Lately; my favorite part is calling my oldest daughter to the door so she can see the rain- she gets SO excited, and it is just the best thing ever.

50: they vary with mood: sometimes- all the pillows three blankets (as heavy as possible) creating a little cave / nest where I can hide untill Morning. Other items- give me a blanket, a pillow, and a hardwood floor. 10/10 will recomend, especially if you are prone to overheating.

50 Questions Just Because

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Do you like smoothies?

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

How do you like your eggs?

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

What color dominates your closet?

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

What sounds or scents calm you down?

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

What are some places where you feel most at home?

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

What kind of math are you best at?

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Iced or hot drinks?

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Are you a good driver?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

What’s the last music video you watched?

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Headphones or earbuds?

Can you read analog clocks?

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

What was the best part of your day today?

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

What scent is your deodorant?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

What do you do with spare change?

Do you have good handwriting?

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Do you like to go on walks?

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

[mynameisalanwake]

DA:O playthrough 2: mage time

i'm dumping so much more information into this one because i'm fresh off the game!!!

major decisions made: - female Circle elf (Neria Surana) - romanced Alistair - brokered peace between the elves and werewolves - picked Harrowmont as king. defeated Branka and the anvil - saved the mages - did not defile the Urn of Sacred Ashes - helped Redcliffe & freed Connor, Isolde sacrificed - Anora is queen, Loghain is dead - I got cucked by Morrigan but at least we both survive - all of my companions survived & stuck with me til the end - Awakening: killed the Architect and the Mother, Keep & Amaranthine safe - Warden's Keep: allowed Avernus ethical research - Witch Hunt: Morrigan was still my BFF so it was honestly a lot sadder than i anticipated - i wished her well and then muttered to myself "you'll always have a home with me and Alistair"

y'all. I was so surprised at how different my playthrough was all because I picked a different race, class, AND gender. granted, it wasn't all new lines - a lot of it was just the same stuff with some combination of "AND YOU'RE ALSO A WOMAN/ELF/MAGE" tacked on the end. I tried to make Neria a little more forceful than Aedan Cousland was, and It definitely worked RP-wise. it was so satisfying to pick the "Intimidate" option, get the NPC cut scene, then have it flick to my lil bb elf who's a head shorter than her travel companions at best. it also worked well when pairing her with a softie Alistair because SOMETIMES I would get a nugget of him being surprised I went with a gentler dialogue option when talking to him - I did that gradually so maybe there were some convos he's supposed to keep track of your answers for. still 100% worth it. i think if i hadn't gotten the "Bully" achievement with Aedan during the Landsmeet, i would've gotten it with Neria within the first 2 hours. for a mage, investing in the speech/cunning early on saved my ass.

i thought a lot more about my characterization this time now that i've played the series all the way through. I like to think since Neria's been locked up in the Circle since she was a child, she enjoys having structure in her life, even though she resents being controlled. that's why she likes the Grey Wardens - she gets to fight for the greater good on her own terms instead of hiding away and fussing. since she's so used to humans being weird with her, her initial interactions are usually brusque unless you're a mage or fellow elf (there's some solidarity in being oppressed). once she warms up, she'll pour her heart and soul into making sure her friends know how much she cares about them. also, after the Urn of Sacred Ashes incident, I started picking more religious options, since I felt like the existence of a folk tale and her ability to run the Gauntlet successfully would strengthen her faith. it'll be really satisfying for my Neria Levallen run when I make it to Inquisition! it also makes sense with her & Alistair.

since I was already REALLY familiar with the game's mechanics, I kind of "broke" my money & health potions fairly quickly - I think the most health poultices I had at once was 150 across the different sizes. I also used a lot more lyrium potions than I ever do stamina stuff as a warrior (not in this game, obvs, but in general). however, getting staffs/GOOD mage light armor is a pain in the ass. I get why, lore-wise, I can only really find the good stuff on bosses or in smuggling rings, but jeez give me an actual vendor. I just spent 150 sovereigns on the special staff in the Awakening DLC after only getting them gifted or looting them. I used a dark spawn staff for the first like 10 hours of gameplay because it was the most powerful one so far. also since I was already really familiar with the gameplay, I kept my party to mostly Alistair/Morrigan/Lelianna or Zev even though I anticipated bringing around Sten or Oghren or Shale more this time. the banter's just better with those four sorry not sorry.

playing as a mage is a lot of fun so far! I thought I was going to be dying constantly but I didn't realize enemies less attention to you if you're wearing lighter armor. I went with a lightning/arcane warrior/spirit build so i'm mostly AOE (chain lightning ftw) and i'm pretty tanky bc I dumped a LOT of points into Constitution early on. I REALLY appreciated having to manage my whole party's character sheets because I knew exactly what I enjoyed in a mage build - my build is basically what Morrigan was for me the first time I played Origins. this time I made her ice/DPS/healer but I really didn't need a healer. I finished the base game relatively quickly this time - I felt like I finished waaaayyy more than I did last time, but I did have some missions bug out, like the entire orphanage in the Alienage, that didn't do that last time. generally a lot more bugs this playthrough, which was irritating. i'm thinking it might be one of the tie-in DLCs that I bought late game last time.

the vibes with the companions when i'm playing as an elf/woman/mage are so crazy different!! Zevran and Lelianna were both immediately in love with me. maybe i'm too autistic to realize i'm picky flirty options, but I swear to God this didn't happen with Aedan, who did INTENTIONALLY flirt with Zev sometimes (there's no subtlety with Zev!!). HOWEVER, Morrigan locked in fairly quickly with Aedan, and I know that locks out other romances immediately, so maybe that impacted it? who knows. it was funny hearing Lelianna ask about me being an elf - she's so sweet and I tried to pick answers that would fit best with her characterization in DAI/how I want her to be as Divine so it's more satisfying later on. yes I am intentionally interacting with these characters in a way that I can make tenuous connections to that mean literally nothing to anyone else but me in future games. HOWEVER, I also apparently upped our relationship too fast, or answered something wrong, because even though we maxed out I never got her singing cutscene or personal quest.

I had to break up with Zev twice even though I never actually locked anything in with him?? however in Alistair's defense I DID have a threesome with Zev and Isabela at the Pearl with him present.......anyways. I felt really bad because his "initiate romance" dialogue didn't actually trigger until AFTER I told him I was "breaking up" with him for Alistair so I lost like 30 total approval on that one. otherwise, he was the only one who was generally the same to Aedan and Neria other than his explicit dialogue abt elves and Neria being a woman. his personal quest also didn't trigger until so late in the game I thought I had bugged that one too!!

Morrigan was just as satisfying to befriend as she is to romance - I almost cried like three times when she called me a sister and told me how dear I was to her, even though it was basically the same dialogue as with Aedan LOL. also her chat with me after I locked in Alistair was SO fucking funny I took a screenshot of it. she is so perfect and I loved answering her sarcastically in that moment. I can picture my sweet lil mage girlies having a giggle in their tent over Neria's virgin boyfriend while he's just sitting by the fire trying not to eavesdrop when their laughter carries over to him - sure, they could magically dampen the sound, but why would they? I DIDN't kill Flemeth this time, just because Morrigan and I both know it isn't gonna do anything - warrior lover Aedan would kill anything Morrigan tells him to, mage sister Neria knows it's a waste of healing poultices.

Sten took FOREVER to gain his approval, which was truly the biggest difference between Neria and Aedan. I wasn't losing his approval, his gifts are just harder to find than everyone else's, Aedan got more approval for some of his answers than Neria did, and his cut scenes in camp took forever to trigger. I was like about to give up on him when he FINALLY asked me to look for his sword. that being said! it was much more satisfying to hear the switch to "kadan" and have him thank me/call me a great friend/worthy hero. it was also so funny to bring him around to stuff with a lot of cut scenes because he's so much bigger and i would honestly just put him in whatever armor I had so nothing ever matched. i pick him up too early and he doesn't already come with armor, and last time i just gave him whatever Aedan/Alistair weren't using. i know gender and race factor into your success at the game, but do we know for sure if it factors into companion approval?

Wynne is nice to have around, and I finally got her personal quest, which was cute and pretty satisfying. it's interesting that they push the mage Warden so hard to take over the Circle and rebuild it, even though Neria declined - she does really like being a Warden better than a Circle mage. everyone respects her more as a Warden even before she becomes the HoF. her mom chat about Alistair would've been a little more interesting if she hinted at knowing how the whole Warden/archdemon thing worked, but I guess they keep that shit locked down. maybe leaning into the whole "Alistair will more than likely become king whether he wants to or not and dump your elf mage ass girlfriend, please be smart" would've been interesting since no one else seemed to think that. I never brought her anywhere except Ostagar tbh

Oghren is even worse as a female Warden ugghhhh. and I have to bring him down in the Deep Roads of all places? I made the mistake of bringing Lelianna since I maxed out her lock picking and Oghren wouldn't leave my poor girl alone. luckily, I stacked up all his gifts and pushed through his personal quest fairly quickly since I saved Orzammar for last this time. truthfully, it just feels right story-wise - I like to think about the gang sitting around camp wondering how the fuck they're going to get into Orzammar and Neria just being like "guys we've literally gotten in everywhere so far when I pull the Warden card trust me." Neria's a little skeptical of helping Oghren get with a woman, but she's never one to stifle true love.

Alistair. oh my sweet baby boy. I knew he was a really popular romance option, but no one told me I would be literally kicking my feet screaming every single time i'd accidentally click on him while we're exploring. the Dorian romance is fantastic, of course, but this one is 100% for the girlies playing hetero. the rose was literally the cutest thing I think i've EVER seen. the "licking a lamppost in winter" conversation? I was literally dying. I manually saved before every time I intentionally talked to him in camp in case I fucked something up because he's so sensitive (I never had to reload, but still). he can't get me off his mind!!! i'm the first ever woman he's been with and if he has it his way i'll be his last!!!!! I went into this 100% okay with the angst of making him king, but honestly, once I started the actual romance and saw how much heart the writers put into his dialogue with a romanced Warden, I couldn't break them up. the angst behind asking him to impregnate my best friend was more than enough for me. HOWEVER. he said so much stuff about succession in that moment that I got really scared I messed up the Landsmeet and made him king instead of keeping him a Warden which made me anxious for the entire final battle because I would've had to go SOOOO far back to my last save before the Landsmeet. I wish he would be a companion in Awakenings instead of Oghren if you keep him a Warden - I miss dragging my hunky boyfriend around in his dead brother's armor. it's not like we get any real dialogue with companions in Vigil's Keep other than the affinity stuff anyway.

my head canon for these two? my sweet peas? obviously, Neria isn't thrilled to be assigned Warden Commander of Ferelden AND the Arl of Amaranthine, especially since she and Alistair have been more than happy assisting with rebuilding efforts in Redcliffe. she wasn't in this for the leadership role, anyway, but she knew Alistair would be even more unhappy in this position than her. besides, after the chaos in Denerim settled, she and Alistair had adopted a child - an orphan elf who took refuge in the branches of the Alienage tree to avoid the darkspawn hordes. someone has to be there to make sure she's doted on and spoiled while Mom's hard at work! (this will eventually be my Rook heheh). after dealing with even more dark spawn in Amaranthine, Neria leaves the estate in Nathaniel's capable hands and finally heads back to Redcliffe, where now-Arl Teagan has given her and Alistair their own roomy but modest estate. their child, named Lia'dan (an elvish (irl Irish) word for grey - good one, Neria), started showing signs of magic a few years later. since Aneirin, Wynne's friend, is now first enchanter at the Ferelden Circle, the pair felt Lia'dan was in good hands from there. Alistair's absolutely relieved to finally be able to live a life of obscurity with his true love, taking odd missions throughout Thedas for the Wardens (including one that brings him to Kirkwall), until corruption starts to seep through the Wardens' ranks and the two go into hiding... AND I WROTE THIS BEFORE THE EPILOGUE CARD FOR AWAKENING NOT REALIZING IT WOULD SAY EXACTLY THE SAME THING!!!!

anyway. now that i'm done thinking about these two weirdos. what else did I like about this playthrough? i'm procrastinating playing Awakening.

i tried to make as many different decisions as possible, but there are really some where any actual Hero of Ferelden would choose the same option every time - destroying the anvil, not defiling the ashes, stuff like that. I feel like the shitty options, like siding with the werewolves or Branka, just exist for people to do "evil" playthroughs. which i argue is more of an "asshole" playthrough than "evil" playthrough - why would the Hero of the game be evil? saving the mages felt better than the Rite of Annullment, but truthfully, the Templars were much more helpful in the final battle, LOL. I actually solved Kitty's puzzle this time, which felt pretty satisfying to do! last time I got myself tripped up and just left the basement. obviously for this playthrough, I couldn't conscript Loghain, but idk if i'll ever do that. I can't handle either being mean enough to Alistair than he becomes hardened, or him becoming a drunk :( he was Aedan's absolute bestest friend and Neria's true love!!! I wish I had tried the Circle option for Isolde/Connor, but I always just blindly listen to Alistair and go to Redwall first, so I didn't feel like being locked in the Circle to go through all that bullshit when Isolde was ready to die for it.

the most jarring difference between the two playthroughs was how entwined in the narrative Aedan Cousland was compared to Neria Surana. sure, Neria was hype to kill Rendon Howe, but mostly because he sucks, not because he killed her entire family like Aedan. Neria was happy to be Alistair's champion and kill Loghain for him and Duncan, but she wasn't really personally wronged by any of these events. Neria didn't really want her boyfriend and best friend to fuck, but it's a lot better than her or Alistair sacrificing themselves. Aedan, on the other hand, wanted to be with Morrigan more than anything and would've done this whether an Old God Baby happened or not. that's why he follows her into the eluvian - it wasn't about saving the world, it was about them. i was SO disappointed that Neria wasn't able to thank her for everything in Witch Hunt. Neria is our unlucky, unwilling hero, and Aedan is born for this. I would always have Neria question why everyone was asking her to make world-changing decisions, where Aedan would just jump right into it head first. I think that's why Awakening is still a pain in the ass for both of them - Aedan can't stop thinking about his baby, and Neria doesn't want to be there in the first place.

this post is WAAAYYY too long so i will sum up the DLCs quickly. Awakening was still a drag, but this time I focused more on my companions and the quests at the Keep and I found it much more enjoyable. the companions in this DLC are fantastic even though I would've loved the option for warden Alistair to be there. although i would like to state for the record that Awakening Anders after you give him the cat is the best character in the whole series - i love him in DA2 but it's almost a completely different guy. Witch Hunt is basically the same the whole way through, same with Soldier's Peak and Ostagar. i maybe only finished this playthrough 2 hours faster than my first one, which is crazy because i feel like i moved so much faster.

anyway, I'm obsessed with Neria and Alistair and haven't been able to stop thinking about them for the past week since i finished the base game. he just popped up in DA2 and the fucking DIALOGUE for the amulet scene glitched out so he didn't call her the "love of his life" >:( apparently that conversation broke during the very last patch they released for the game which makes me cry. i only googled it to make sure i didn't fuck up our relationship/save import.

i've already started my mage Garrett Hawke DA2 playthrough and I'm almost done with act 2 - stay tuned :)

[alonetogether47]

The Height of Love

Music: ok on your own by mxmtoon

It was a twenty minute walk—or a 10 minute skip—to the bridge, and I was in the mood to skip. I had just got off my classes, and now the sun clung to the horizon, casting fading rays onto the city. A faint chill permeated the evening air, but I didn’t mind in the slightest; after all, I was going to see Mai. I had bought a bouquet of purple flowers on the way, their stems stems swaying in the air wind as I made my way through town. 

Mai was waiting for me at the bridge. She didn’t notice me at first, her long black hair turned to face the koi that pranced in the riverbed. We’d only been together for a couple months, but we had known each other for years. We’d been inseparable ever since we met each other in our third year of high school, and we’d only grown closer since. Even though I initiated our friendship, it was her that asked me out. Ever since then, we've been together nearly every single day, and I was fine with that. More than fine. There was, after all, something absurdly intoxicating about being chosen. I felt like a stuffed animal at a toy shop, as a child with bright eyes looked me up and down, then nodded, satisfied, saying, “I want this one”.

“I brought you flowers,” I said, offering my bouquet. When she turned to face me, however, she wasn’t smiling like normal.

“Oh, thanks,” Mai said, taking the flowers gently.

I took her hand, gazing at the dancing koi as I waited for her to speak up. When she didn’t, I took it upon myself to initiate.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You know I know you better than that.”

Mai’s gaze moved from the river to the twilight sky, tinged with streaks of indigo and pink. 

“I love you, you know that?”

“I do.”

“But I love you too much.” Mai said, turning to look at me. She was staring at me, but her eyes stretched past my form, all the way to the dying sun behind us.

“I don’t know who I am without you,” she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. “I love you more than I love myself.  Even now, I’m holding myself back from devouring you, and that scares me.”

“I wouldn’t mind being devoured, if it was you.”

“Don’t you understand? Right now, we’re two halves of a whole, not two wholes of a pair.”

“You’re talking metaphorically again,” I smirked. Mai sighed, shaking her head.

“Then let me be frank. You don’t have any other friends, do you?” she asked. I blinked.

“Don’t worry, I’m the same. We only have each other, the two of us,” she continued, plucking a single flower from the bouquet. She let it drift lazily down into the river, where it was quickly swept away by the current.

“What we have is a good thing. Isn’t codependency the height of love?” I insisted. Mai tilted her head again, lost in thought.

“Yes, but not that of a person,” she finally replied, squeezing the bouquet of flowers, but not my hand. “A person’s potential is not measured by love alone. And us...we're holding each other back.”

“So that’s it, then?” I asked, at a loss for words. “You just want to be done, just like that?” 

Mai paused again.

“Yes. I love you, so I can’t be with you,” she said finally. “We’ll meet again, once we’ve learned how to fill in our other halves.”

This time, I understood the weight behind her metaphors. She took me in her arms, and I sank into her shoulder. I held her tightly because she was all I had known, and because I didn’t want to be alone.

Image Credit by nobrakes1875

[eremji]

Fic Questions Meme

How do you come up with the titles for your fics?

Is there anything worse than writing a title? Can I interest you in an action scene instead?

2. Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

cw: abuse (and the fic itself addresses pretty dark shit)

each lovely phrase (E) - Outlast - Eddie Gluskin/Waylon Park.

This is a weird vehicle for it, but this was written in part after my experience losing my abusive father to terminal illnesses without receiving any kind of resolution to my grief and anger. My situation was nowhere near as severe as the POV character's – my experience was entirely verbal/psychological mistreatment – and the fic wasn't intended to be a mirror of reality, but the rage and grief I felt definitely informed the POV character's pretty heavily.

3. What character do you identify with most?

I didn't have an answer to questions like this for a long time, but Kim Wexler from Better Call Saul is probably the closest I've ever come to wholly seeing myself in a character. She's a small town escapee with big ambitions, where her choices early in her life led her to some toxic and morally grey situations. There are innate tensions between competing goals – her desire to do something genuinely good, her desire to make all her work worthwhile by being intensely career oriented, and her desire to get one over on the people who have made her life harder – that really resonate with my early adult experience.

4. If you wrote a sequel to any of your published fics, what would it be about?

I'm satisfied with all of the currently published fics as they stand, actually; if I felt like something warranted a sequel or epilogue I generally wrote it directly after the first thing and posted it.

5. How would you describe your style?

I don't actually know how to answer this; I lack the technical vocabulary to define it. I'm sure someone has an answer, looking at my fic externally, but all I try to do is climb as far into a character's head as possible. Sometimes canon makes this easier; sometimes a film, a tv show, or a piece of written fiction has a very distinct voice to it, either in diction or visually, so its easy to match. Otherwise, I tend to do some exploratory writing from a character's POV to see if I can hit on something that makes me feel good.

6. Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

I don't actually believe in guilty pleasures when reading/writing, because its fiction! It isn't real! I'm unabashedly a monsterlover, robot fucker, dubious consent supporter, villain/hero shipper, and a whole mess of other things.

7. What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

I have a half-written fic rotting in my drafts folder where one of the main characters is dead from the start (they eventually get better, see my addendum to MCD fics in question 16 later on) and the whole thing is just a wild ride through grief and love, and not in any fandom or for any pairing you'd probably expect looking at either my reading or writing history.

8. What's the weirdest AU you've ever come up with?

I desperately wanted to write the Dinotopia!AU for SteveBucky where Bucky was a Skybax rider and Steve was a scholar but I couldn't figure out a good plot for the premise.

9. Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

I have an Inception fic due for a rewrite that was started based off a bunch of dreams I'd actually had, but the plot has changed (it actually has one instead of being a series of set pieces) so I need to restructure it.

10. Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

I have a few pages of a ST (AOS) WIP that's dom!Spock/mouthy sub!Kirk that explores D/s dynamics in the vein of Spock's enjoyment of having control (after feeling out of control compared to other Vulcans) and Kirk's unresolved issues with authority. Oh – and the entirety of the AOS plot after Kirk's disciplinary hearing doesn't happen, they're still at the Academy, and instead of punting Kirk they assign him to Spock under probation and Spock is actively one of Kirk's professors.

11. How do you begin a story--with the plot, or the characters?

Characters, by asking if there's any story there I'd want to tell for them in the first place. Sometimes that doesn't come along right away, but usually I can cook up a premise. Then it's seeing if I like it enough that I can get a plot up and running.

12. Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an "architect" or a "gardener"? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

Bigtime gardener. Sometimes I plant things that don't ever grow or need to be heavily pruned, but largely I don't write in order OR plot in order. Sometimes I write two scenes on opposite sides of the fic one right after another and use the results of the later scene to fill in the middle.

13. Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Robert E. Howard is unquestionably at the top, outstripping any competition by miles.

14. Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

I will make at least a cursory attempt to read any fuck or die fic no matter how much I dislike the writing style. That link will never be unclicked.

15. Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

SO many. I'm one of the pickier readers and both my kudos and bookmarks reflect it. Most in the form of AUs (coffee shop, college, domestic, etc.) are a hard pass for me, but it genuinely varies from fandom to fandom and even ship to ship within the same fandom. If I don't like something generally (i.e. omegaverse) there's almost always at least one very well-written exception to that somewhere.

16. Major character death--do you ever write/read it?

I've only read a handful of 'real' MCD fics. If the canon conceit is that death is actually temporary, I'll go in as long as the condition is guaranteed to be reversed in some way (rebirth, resurrection, reincarnation) for a happy ending. I have a couple sitting in the background that I hope I could turn into something really wrenching (with revival and happy endings!).

[amanda4love]

Good morning! It's 10:57am, January 30th of the year twenty-twenty-four.

Well, not much is new these days... Wait, what am I saying?!

Actually, I finally had my ears pierced, earlier this month to mark a milestone birthday. I quite love the studs that are in my ears right now, (synthetic) black opal. They flash green-ish. It's a vibe.

And I have a few pairs of earrings I've either bought for myself or had gifted to me by my mom and grandma, that I am also super excited to wear once my piercing holes are fully healed!

That, and I got my first tattoo a little over a week ago! I am beyond happy with it. I drew out the design two different times, with the second design being the one I was the most satisfied with. My tattoo artist managed to follow my design nearly exactly, so I'm hyped that I essentially have my own art on my body. Closest thing I could get to actually tattooing it on myself, haha. (Maybe one day, we'll see...)

Picture/video updates are going on my public/professional Artist's Instagram. Yeah, I guess I'm being a tease.

P. S.: Virtual cuddles + kisses for my one and only. I'm trying to cherish the dwindling number of days that you can be in one place.

P. P. S.: I did this guided meditation earlier (as soon as I woke up), that really helped me to clarify why I regret and hate myself for feeling regret. Jay Shetty, you da real MVP today. Apparently I am human, though. I love deeply, some people will feel the same way back and be obvious about that, and I also value loyalty so some relationships stay as friendships for good reason. Some relationships of my past, if they went beyond friendship, fizzled out if they were problematic to begin with but some also ended because I intentionally stopped putting in the effort. I've made mistakes but the important thing is that I continue to find ways to learn from them.

P. P. P. S.: Someone who devotes attention and effort to their relationship with you, even after you've completely fucked up, is the kind of person you want in your life forever.

P. P. P. P. S.: This one is an angry rant of a post-script. Fucking just stop. Being photographed with someone problematic doesn't automatically make another person a problematic person. The problematic person needs to take accountability, it has nothing to do with the other person just standing there and enjoying something else. I'm saying this because I saw someone I used to follow "Like" a reblog, with screenshots of an article that included pics of Taylor standing next to one of the Mahomes brothers - the original blogger's message was incredibly critical and basically demanding that Taylor needs to make a statement regarding some made-up connection to said brother, who is accused of something socially and morally unacceptable. Like, excuse me, since when is it Taylor's responsibility for some guy's reprehensible actions? She is seen in a picture with him, it doesn't mean she knows everything about him or even talked to him. Fucking stop preying on her privacy. You're the reason she feels like her life is inspected and critiqued under a microscope. Stop expecting her to be perfect and on top of all the bullshit news that you are making up about her. (I am fuming and I hate ending my blog post on this sentiment, but don't worry about it - I'll be fine eventually.)

[dustward]

Playing BotW2 made me realize how much I liked certain aspects of BotW1 (+other older Zeldas) and how that was always going to be a one and done kind of playthrough. Can’t recall if I did all the sidequests, but I got all the shrines, messed with all the mini-games, and got at least 400 koroks, maybe? I explored every inch of that world and felt pretty damn satisfied with having done so. I already hinted at how I felt punished for having played BotW1 this way, so this is a good time to partly explain why via the games’ minor and major enemies, and any likes/dislikes I hold for both BotWs’ rosters.

I miss the Ancient Guardians. They were kinda techy in the way I find myself disliking the Zonai for, but somehow it worked for me back then. They worked as this unique, new and imposing enemy you knew you didn’t want to deal with until you were absolutely ready to. And the smaller ones, I can’t believe I never realized how adorable I found them!? The Zonai in the sequel pale in comparison, I’m sorry. Not sure why the devs decided to scrub the world of any evidence of them existing save for their use in the new Ubisoft towers and a little broken one by Purah’s. It really sucked to see they were so readily discarded. They could’ve at least had one little pet follow Purah around or something, but I guess they’re just old news now.. Also where did those old shrines/towers go? No way they all were so entirely, effectively disposed of in just a few years.

While the Zonai replaced the smaller guardians, a new imposing enemy replaced the larger ones. The gloomy hand brigade was yet another downgrade in my eyes. They were far more frustrating to deal with and after killing one, I no longer never felt compelled to fight them. And so, I simply ran away till they gave up and disappeared into nothingness every time after. The way they’d suddenly appear in what should’ve been a moment of dread was instead a moment of growing annoyance. I’d much preferred the Ancient Guardians’ being clearly visible from a distance (and them being able to spot you from that distance...) Ancient Guardians were also a good deterrent to players going certain ways, while the hands felt like a badly executed scare tactic with how they were always temporary, aside from the handful of times they were a required fight. When you successfully kill one, Phantom Ganon shows up. 

On paper this feels like a major osht moment that I should feel iffy mentioning given how spoiler-concerned I get for other people, but this “phase 2″ fight shouldn’t have existed at all. It’s a very dull 1v1 with the least exciting iteration of Phantom Ganon (I miss you Wind Waker variant.) What’s worse is that he’s a required fight in the main quest, a moment that’s made sour if you attempted to slay any pairs of hands beforehand (which I’d done in the first 10 hours). Can only imagine how this moment felt for folks that decided to kill every group of gloom hands they ran into.

Early on I fell into the habit of running past most enemies, especially older ones from the first game (the constant popup of all the old skeleton types got old fast). I fought plenty of Hinox, so thanks but no thanks? Was similarly done with the Talos till I saw they dropped unique, unhoardable fuse material. Keese, Moblins, Lizalfos, no thanks I’d done 150+ hours of that already. Lynels were a rare fight while not being an elaborate mini-boss, so I can’t say I hated seeing them again, though it was unfortunate I ran into an armored, gloom ridden one within my first 10~15 hours of gameplay. Ow

New enemies do show up, but it baffles me how they weren’t the standard for the depths region. That’s The New Area, why is it filled with roughly 80~85% botw1 enemies??? Knowing enemy variety was so stinted down there really sucked the fun and novelty of exploring that region when I first found it. Thank goodness for the giant Frog mini-boss, which was my favorite new fight. I went out of my way to fight a bunch of those in a depths-combing toward the end of the game. The Flux Construct was another highlight when it came to new mini-bosses. While I’m iffy on Zonai tech in general, that encounter grew on me. It was also nice how this was something you could encounter both in the depths and in the Sky Isles. I only fought one Fire and one King Gleeok, but they were decent enough fights as well. Everything new was good or at least decent, but there sure wasn’t much new in the grand scheme of things. This is excluding the major boss fights on that note, which...almost all get reused. Just like Phantom Ganon. For me, this undermines nearly every story-based confrontation, a story which already suffered from the heavily formulaic nature placed on it.

I couldn’t give an exact number, but there needed to be more new enemies and bosses. If the game’s concerned with scaling things up, then save a couple of them for lategame first time encounters. As it stood, I only fought a couple groups of each type voluntarily. Had a feeling the game would require me to fight more than that anyway, and sure enough via sidequests, main quests, and the various colosseums I’d had more than my fair share of the game’s various threats. It’s a shame harder variants of each monster are just a difference of hp/damage dealt and nothing more unique.

Also kinda surprised there wasn’t a larger variant of the Evermeans. That enemy was a good laugh at first but little more than an annoyance afterward. The Sky Islands had nothing unique on the enemy front that I can recall - what’s up with that? The newer Aerocuda being so easily oneshot was a bit of a letdown given it was one of only two new flying enemies. Gibdo and it’s variants were well handled, on that note. As with the bosses, general enemy designs held a similarly high quality. It’s just a shame there weren’t more new entries. Gloom and armor variants don’t count as those are simply new modifiers similar to paletteswap damage/hp swaps.

A lot of Zelda staples naturally carried over to the direct sequel in the same way they tend to with any subsequent Zelda game, but this carryover doesn’t work so well when it’s the exact same creatures in look, feel, and behavior. Variety was far more necessary as a result, and not simply a variety of elemental types.

Ah right, yet another lacking quality of life: hostile wild animals still can’t be targeted, eh?

[anon-sect]

Ken was coming in out of town to visit a best friend he had known from his college days. It was late, around 10:45 in the night. He called his friend the moment the plan had landed. He had rented a vehicle from the airport. Unfortunately, the vehicle was one of the older models that didn't come with GPS. He had to depend on his phone GPS to get to his friend's house.

His phone lost signal nearing the neighborhood his friend lived in. When he thought he was at his friend's house, he pulled into the drive way. He got out to go knock in the door.

Dave had a rough day at work. It seemed like just about everything was going wrong. He was glad he was able to get somethings right before leaving work, but not everything. Then when he got home, he got so many calls from work concerning issues that wasn't fixed. He really needed a break. He eventually turned his phone off after he had had enough calls. Relaxed in his bed at last till he heard his door bell ring around 11pm at night. He really was in no mood for any further interruptions. He put on his house Rob and went to his front door.

He looked through the peep hole to see a stranger standing there. He didn't recognize the stranger nor was he in the mood for someone showing up at the wrong house.

Ken rung the doorbell several times. "Danny, it's me, Ken. Open up already." He waited for the door to open. It was already late, and he wanted a little rest.

Dave decided to invite the stranger in to help ease his annoyance in a different way. The stranger would prove to be useful to him. Maybe the wrong house he came to, but doesn't mean the stranger has to leave. He opened the door to greet the stranger. "Sorry, wrong house." Dave paused for a moment. "But maybe I can help you find who you looking for," he added.

Ken saw he had rung the wrong doorbell. "I apologize for that, Sir. I was looking for my friend's house." He looked down and his phone still didn't have any service. Maybe the nice stranger could let me use his phone to make a phone call, he thought. "Is all right if I use your house phone to call my friend?" He asked.

Dave had the opening he needed to have a little entertainment at the expense of the stranger. "Sure, come on in." He motioned for him to enter. He made sure the stranger followed him to his kitchen, where the home phone was set up at.

Dave watched as Ken dialed his friend number. Once his friend started giving direction to his house, Dave went back to his room to get his special toy from his closet. He came back to the kitchen in time to see Ken hang up the phone. "Got the direction right?" He asked him.

"Yeah, actually, I am just about an hour away. I turned off the wrong exit. I appreciate you letting me use your phone at the late hour. " Ken spoke when he noticed the stranger holding a strange device in his hand and that it was pointed at him. "What's going on?" He asked as he saw a ray of photonic light flash from it and over his body.

"I was having a really annoying day, and unfortunately, you came in the tail end of my annoying day. I needed something to make it better." Dave smiled with a satisfying grin on his face. "And I thought to myself thst I could use a new pair of brown leather boots. A stranger at my door in late hour of the night would make a great pair. And so here we are now." He added as he saw shock and fear on the stranger's face. He didn't catch his name, but it didn't matter at this point. Footwear don't need names.

Ken felt really weird. Something was going wrong with his body, and it wasn't a fun feeling. A dizzy spell began to plague his mind. He knew he had to get out of this house. As he tried to run, he took a few steps and fell to the floor. He couldn't move from the waist down. The feeling continued all the way to his neck. He heard the strange home owner approach. He saw that he was laughing. He was enjoying this situation. The world around him grew in size just as the strange home owner did as well. "You will make a fine pair of boots," Ken heard the home owner say and laugh afterward. He soon lost all consciousness. The last thing he saw was that the home owners white feet stand next to his face.

Dave loves the way the stranger shrunk rapidly down to size. His body changed to a light brown color. His skin became like leather while his clothes and shoes merged with this body. His body then spilt in two, and both halves formed into a pair of durable brown leather boots.

Dave went outside to the stranger's car. He put in the settings for a toy car and fired at it. The vehicle shrunk down in size to about three inches. It was reduced to a plastic toy Kia Forte four-door model. He picked up the little toy and went back in. He stopped at the newly transformed boots. He had a little plan to help the stranger get used to his new owners' feet. He picked up his new boots and went back to his bedroom.

Ken consciously woke up to a feeling of being carried. He tried to move out of the hands carrying him but found that he could not move at all in his new boot bodies on his own. This was a nightmare. It was supposed to be a trip to spend a week with an old friend, but end up being turned taken and becoming an object for a total stranger. His view of sight was limited as he realized his face had become the insoles in the boots. He then smells something really foul. The light was blotted out by a large cotton object stuffed into his boot bodies. He realized at that moment it was a stinky pair of socks. He wanted to gag do badly. He was unable to remove the pair of socks due to his inability to move on his own. The home owner did this act on purpose, Ken thought to himself. He could hear the home owner climb into bed fully aware of what he had done to another human being but not bothered by it. To be tortured while the guy was sleeping was absolute humiliation.

Dave woke up the next morning looking down at his new boots. He laughed at the thought the guy that arrived at his door last night, spent the night with a pair of socks he wore for three days straight. Even by his own standards, those socks smelled horrible. He couldn't imagine being stuck smelling that all night with no relief. But the guy will soon learn that would only be the beginning of his new existence as his footwear.

Ken thought it felt like it was an eternity since he had fresh air. The foul stench was all he could smell for hours. He thought he might have gotten used to it after ten minutes, but he was so wrong. His mind couldn't sleep all night. The foul socks kept him up all night long. Suddenly, fresh air rushed in as the socks were removed and some light returned.

"Today, I decided to wear you while I run some errands and meet up with friends for lunch and dinner with my boyfriend tonight. I will see how comfortable footwear you are." Dave laughed as he put his feet into the boots starting with the left boot.

Ken saw light disappear again as a socked foot moved in and secured itself on his insole face. He endured it a second time as the other boot was secured on foot. The pressure of his face being crushed over and over was overwhelming. At least the socks didn't stink, he thought. Yet, he was in mental torture. It was painful to him with each step the guy took. He wondered if his mind could even cope with being stuck this way for however long the home owner wanted to keep him

At six hours later, Ken was mentally begging the home owner to let him go. There was starting a bit a foot sweat and a foot odor on top of the pain of the constant crushing of his face. The fact that his face was used to cushion a stranger's feet who didn't even bother to care.

Dave feet felt good, like really good. He had never worn such comfortable boots before. The insoles were very supportive of his feet. It was amazing how they would deflate and inflate with each step. Wearing boots all day the majority of the time would hurt his feet, but these boots were different. He definitely was keeping this pair around for a good while.

Ken could hear the home owner meet with others. He mentally tried screaming for help, but being boots, no one heard his plea. He was kidnapped, held hostage on the home owners feet.

Dave returned home late that night, but he feet felt like he hadn't been on them all day. A testament to how comfortable the boot insoles were. He heard his phone ring. He answered and saw it was the stranger's friend that he was supposed to visit. He told him that the guy had left his place after the phone call, and he hadn't seen him since. After he hung up the call, he wondered if his boots heard the conversation.

Ken mentally cried. Not just because of the pain of being crushed over and over all day, not because the home owner's feet was smelling bad, but because the home owner just lied to his friend. There would be no rescue. He was at the home owner's mercy.

Dave removed his boots and sat on his bed. "You did well for your first day as my boots. Your friend doesn't know you are here. Not to mention I turned your car into a toy car and your phone into a toy phone. So no one can link your whereabouts to here." He paused to let his boots really take in the gravity of his new life. "From now on, you serve my feet. I should thank you for ringing my doorbell. You unintentionally delivered unto me the best pair of boots I ever own." He laughed as he continue to change clothes to relax for the night. "By the way, if you haven't figured out already, I am keeping you like this forever, or till you wear out. When that happens I will just use my special toy to remake you. So get used to my feet, whoever you were." Dave laughed even more walking around his room.

Ken knew then his fate was sealed. He would never see his friend or his old life ever again. He was nothing but footwear for a stranger to use as he pleased.

Boot to the metal!

[toumin]

Handmade Crystal Accessories

[btsgotjams27]

All Grown Up ~ JJK | 10

✨ title: all grown up | series ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ warnings: noona kink, older woman, younger man, kissing, oral (m,f), unprotected intercourse, significant age gap (9 years), confident Jungkook, cocky Jungkook, bratty Jungkook, crappy mom, but overall Jungkook is the sweetest, most romantic boy who's fallen in love | warnings for each chapter will vary ✨ author's notes: I won't be updating this series on Tumblr. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain. ✨ author's notes 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don't know when it'll be done. ✨ can also read on AO3 or Wattpad

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✨ chapter 10 ~ the morning after | wc: 2.5k ✨ warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected intercourse, wrap it before you tap it folks

The soft pitter-patter from the rain was your alarm this morning - your favorite kind of day to wake up to. It’s been a long time since your bed was warm and cozy. Most nights and mornings were cold and lonely, but not this morning. This morning you found Jungkook sleeping peacefully on his stomach, his hair fluffy and disheveled, urging you to run your hands through it. You even found his little snores endearing.

It was easy to fawn over this version of Jungkook, mostly because of what happened last night. You couldn’t get it out of your head.

You moved a piece of hair away from his face and he softly stirred. You studied his face and saw the scar on his left cheek. Chuckling to yourself, you remembered when he and Yuna got into a fight when they were younger. You inched closer, nibbling on his ear lobe, trying to wake him. He groaned and began to stir. You continued to nibble until he peeked an eye open and a wide smile spread across his face.

“G'morning,” he mumbled, stretching his arms.

“Morning.”

“Have you been up long?”

“Mmhm. Long enough to make breakfast.”

“Really?” His eyes widened at the thought of breakfast. He was starving.

You laughed. “No, I'm kidding. I just woke up.” Mornings were not your thing, you were more of a night owl. And also cooking, not your forte, you could barely make a good pack of ramen.

“Mmm, let's cuddle and get order in.” He pulled you in for a hug and kissed your temple.

“That sounds like a dream, but I have some things to do.”

“Cancel them.”

“Yuna would kill me if I canceled on her. We're doing more wedding dress shopping.” You couldn’t imagine giving any kind of excuses to your best friend right now, especially with her wedding in full swing. The expectation of your involvement was high.

Jungkook groaned because you wouldn’t be able to get out of it. “How long until you have to leave?”

You sat up to check your phone. “I have two hours.” Two hours until you’d waste your life away drinking more champagne while your best friend tries on more wedding dresses.

“Good, that's more than enough time.”

“Enough time for what?” you asked, peering up at the sexy naked man in your bed.

“Time to redeem myself.

You laughed. “Are you referring to last night? It's fine.” You didn’t care that you weren’t taken care of, watching him cum was satisfying enough.

He shook his head. “Not for me, it's not.”

Intrigued by this man, you asked, “What are you suggesting then?”

He pulled you back into bed, having you straddle him. Even soft, his bulge felt sizeable. The oversized shirt you had on was in-between him and what he desired. He tugged at it, wanting you to take it off. You pulled it over your head, revealing your bare chest and a pair of black lace undies. “I could get used to this view.”

You felt embarrassed and shy, and covered your face but he pulled you down for a kiss.

“I like these,” he said, gesturing at your undies.

“Well I had to put on something sexier because you made fun of my other pair last night.”

He let out a hearty laugh. “Did I hurt your feelings?” Still leaning against his chest, he reached up to press his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet and tender, just enough so he could inhale you. The heat in your core began to ache for him to continue.

“Can I...?” he asked in a low, husky tone. He rolled you over on your back and leaned down to give you a soft peck. His body now hovering over yours, nibbling on your neck, marking you with kisses down your collarbone, then fully taking in your nipple, licking and suckling one, then moving onto the other.

You felt hazy as he continued. His fingers trace the outline of your curves, then circle your navel, continuously teasing you. Your already wet core waiting for him to devour it already. He kept lingering, almost avoiding what you knew he would do. “Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to do something about it?”

“Noona, so demanding,” he chuckled and smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed the inside of your thigh and made his way down lower, getting closer and closer to your pulsing core. He slowly pulled down the wet cloth between him and what he wanted and threw it beside the bed.

He pressed in and kissed the spot above your slit. An electrifying wave went through your body as he continued kissing then licking between your folds. Throughout the years with U-Jin, he would never go down on you. It was always whatever he wanted, but Jungkook was different, he wanted to see you satisfied and pleasured by him. He wanted to see you crumble and cry out his name.

You carried on watching and you could feel him smile as he knew you were watching his every move. He quietly slipped a finger between your slit which made you squirm underneath him. Pumping it in and out as he buried his nose and tongue in your overly sensitive clit. “Fuck--Jungkook–”

Then he slipped another finger, which almost made you over the edge. You moaned loudly. He took it as a good sign he should continue. He sat up and continued to pump his fingers in and out. He wanted a better look at you collapsing helplessly in front of him.

“Noona, you look so fucking sexy right now.” He reached up to kiss you, then gently pulled on your bottom lip. You whined into his mouth as your orgasm continued to grow. “Can you be loud for me?”

“Kook, how are you fucking me so good with just your fingers? I can't wait to feel you inside me.” This man knows what he wants, and you were willing to give him whatever he wanted. He slipped back down to work his tongue on your wet pussy, pumping faster, flicking his tongue quicker until your walls sent a shockwave throughout your body. Moaning noisily, along with fucks and his name. Your body heaves slowly, coming down from its high. His digits continued to ride out your high, then he came up to lay beside you and gave a peck on the cheek as if he didn't just eat you out.

“So…how’d I do?”

Still out of breath, you looked over and shrugged. “Meh, I’ve had better.”

“Yah–” he cried out, propping himself up.

“I’m kidding. It was amazing, thank you.” You said, stating the obvious, as if your moans and cries weren’t enough to stroke his ego. He needed to hear you say it too.

It’s been a while since you’ve been touched and to be honest, you didn’t want it to stop. Your curiosity was getting the best of you. It’s been mere minutes since he made you cum and you were already wondering what position he’d want you in to fuck you properly. Leaning over, you placed a kiss on his lips, you could still smell your scent on him, which made your lust for him grow deeper.

“Shower?” You asked as you pulled away from him and sprang out of bed onto your feet. He couldn't help but ogle your bare ass as you walked away from him. Immediately, he followed suit.

You slid open the door to grab a towel for yourself and Jungkook. He insisted on drying you down and you fought him for a second before letting him have his way. You got out and grabbed your hairbrush. He stood behind you with his hands around your waist and chin on your shoulder, letting little droplets of water beading down from his hair onto you while giving you soft kitten kisses on your back. You were trying not to laugh from the kisses he continued to plant on you.

He dropped the towel that was barely hanging onto his waist, and he began tugging at yours, making you let go of it. You kicked your head back when his lips connected alongside your neck, and his hand slipped down to circle your clit. He was clearly aroused as his dick poked into your back. Your eyes caught him in the mirror, watching you crumble again underneath his touch.

One hand still circling your clit, while the other reached back, caressing your ass, his digits getting increasingly close to your pussy. It was barely 9am and he already had you collasping underneath his touch. “Please…” you pleaded. “I want you inside me.”

His finger barely grazed your slit when you hissed, your body begging him for more. “Want?”

This kid. You suppose that’s what you get for making him beg last night. “Need…need you inside me…now.” You sounded pathetic but at this point, you were wondering what the hell he was waiting for. You were sure he wanted to be inside you too.

“Gotta get you ready for me first,” he whispered before shoving two fingers inside of you. He debated if he wanted to add a third, but decided against it - because you might explode. You held your palms against the counter so that you wouldn’t fall over, given your wobbly legs were about to give out.

“Fuck–Kook,” you mewled, and this was only his fingers for god’s sake. You could only imagine how tight you’d feel with his cock inside you.

He continued pumping his fingers a few more times before he spread your juices over his length. You were on your tiptoes, ass in the air, readying yourself for him. He rubbed the tip along your slit several times, earning a groan from you. Your gazed lifted to catch his eyes in the mirror, he smirked as he continued to edge you.

“I think you’re ready for me now,” he hummed in your ear before inserting his tip inside of you.

Whoa.

You needed to take a breath, to make sure you were actually ready for this - ready for the possible aftermath of fucking your best friend’s little brother. When he fully bottomed out, he let out a deep grunt, like he’s been waiting for this.

Fuck, it’s too late now. There’s no going back. You thought as you inhaled deeply, taking him in as best as you could. Jungkook gripped tightly onto your waist, thrusting rapidly from behind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, right there.”

Jungkook’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, hips repeatedly pounding into you, the sound of skin against skin resounding throughout the walls. You needed more, needed to feel all of him, so you began rolling your hips back into him.

Another cry left your mouth when he brought his hand to squeeze your breast and the other around your waist, tightening his grip on you, pumping into you faster and faster. Your eyes rolled back, and you swore you could hear a ringing in your ears.

"Just like that?" He grunted into your ear.

You hummed back and then you heard that ringing again. You weren't crazy because it was the fucking doorbell.

“Shit--what time is it?” You leaned over to grab your phone to check the time, making Jungkook unexpectedly slip out of you. He groaned at the loss of your pussy.

You told Jungkook to stay in the bathroom until you told him he could come out. Wrapped only in your towel, you went to open the door, hair still damp from the shower.

"Babe, I've been ringing your doorbell for ten minutes. What the hell are you doing?" Yuna cried as she pushed through the doorway.

"Sorry, I was taking a shower." You were hoping you didn't reek of sex.

Yuna made her way in to sit on the couch. She took one look around your living room and saw clothes everywhere. “Do you have a guy over?!” She whisper-yelled, pinching a shirt in between her fingers and moving it aside.

You clutched tighter onto your towel. “Mm maybe.”

Her eyes widened and jaw dropped, "OH MY GOD! WHO IS IT?!" She cried out, clapping her hands.

Shit. You obviously couldn't say anything, so you lied. "I--uh--I'm not ready for him to meet anyone yet.

"So, that's why you're late?" She stated, crossing her arms, leaning back onto the couch. "Okay fine, I'll forgive you because you finally have someone fucking your brains out!"

"YUNA!" You exclaimed loudly, hoping Jungkook wasn't listening in on your conversation.

She laughed. "Sorry. Okay okay. I'll just meet you at the shop then. And don't try to get a quickie in."

"You're such a buzzkill Yuna."

She came to a realization. "Oh gross–is he…is he in the bathroom?" She looked over at the closed door.

You didn't say anything but your face said it all.

Yuna pretended to gag. "Okay, I'm leaving. I'll see you soon."

You followed closely behind to lock the door. Jungkook peeked his head out from the bathroom.

"Is she gone?"

You let out a sigh of relief as you sat down on the couch. "We almost got caught. That would have been bad."

"Are you going to tell her about us?"

"There's an us?" Grinning at the half-naked man in front of you.

"Only if you want there to be."

"We'll talk about that later. I gotta go before your sister kills me." You gave him a peck before rushing off to get changed. As you came back out, he was also getting ready to leave.

"I'll see you later?"

"You really gonna leave me with blue balls?" he teased. Kidding, not kidding.

"Yes" you smirked, leaving him a peck on the cheek.

You finally arrived at the dress shop and saw Yuna walking around the store, picking a few dresses. She already had a glass of wine waiting for you.

"Did you find anything you like yet?" you asked out of breath because you were running for your life to get there on time.

"Nuh-uh. We're not talking about me today. We're talking about who you're screwing."

"Yuna!" you cried out, making sure the employees couldn't hear your conversation.

"What? I need the details. Who is he? What's his name? How did you meet him?"

She was going to be relentless if you didn't give her something. You hesitated, trying to figure out what you should say. Your heart felt like it was beating outside of your chest. If you told her the truth, she might be upset. If you didn't, then you'd be lying to your best friend, and she'd still be upset. It was a lose-lose situation.

"He's some guy I met through a colleague from work. We only recently started seeing each other."

"Do you like him?"

You smiled and nodded.

"I'm so happy for you! Is he going to be your date for the wedding then?"

Shit. You weren't thinking that far ahead.

"I'm not sure yet. I'll have to see if he's available."

"Aw. Seriously babe, I'm so happy for you. I can't wait to meet him."

You felt like such an ass lying to your best friend. You didn't know what you and Jungkook were doing...most likely just fooling around, but were there real feelings? You had to do some evaluating. Was Jungkook worth your 10+ years of friendship with Yuna?

"I guess I'll cancel that blind date with Jin then."

"Right...Yeah, I guess so."

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