#all very good pieces and they managed to make it coherent

[elipsi]

De Lorca a Lorca (2023)

[konpetti]

☆ ・hcs: cuddles +

ft. tsukinaga leo, sena izumi .｡.:*

note: leo's were just twitter musings that i transferred here. anyway first post?!:?:!:? thats insane. can you tell who i went overboard with

･:*+. tsukinaga leo

he prefers to sleep face to face, because he really wants to look at you since you're just so... pretty... to him.... but in this case, if you prefer the usual spooning, he'll gladly wrap you in a comfortable embrace from behind.

he'd either bury his face in your hair, your nape, or rest his chin on your shoulder (if he doesn't plan on sleeping right now.) either way, he hugs you tight around your stomach.

"you're so warm," he'd mumble sleepily. that might be the last thing you hear him speak that's coherent to your ears before he drifts off to sleep.

but if you like/ are ok with the embrace position, he'd definitely go for it. next thing you know it, the top of his head is placed right under your chin, and his arms are wrapped softly around your mid-back.

he falls asleep quicker this way since he thinks your embrace is comforting and warm... he prefers you play with his hair instead of petting him, honestly. as much he wants to spend more time in your arms awake, the sleep is... too strong...

wahaha, inspiration is flowing... (asleep)

having trouble sleeping? can't really sleep, a bit (or very) stressed, or just want him to? he'll sing you to sleep— a simple hum of his newest piece, a popular knights song, or just any song you want him to hum, he'll try ! he'd caress your back or arm gently, attempting to lull you to sleep.

♪───

mornings usually start off warm. leo is hugging you firmly yet gently, so you can't really move unless you manage to pry leo's arms off you (difficult)

if you wake up first, good luck trying to get out. waking up leo isn't that difficult, it's getting him to stop clinging onto you is. he'd protest, saying "you're too comfortable" and "but i don't want to!" but after a bit of convincing, he'll eventually let you go. but he'll look a bit sad as you get up. go apologize right now. give him a kiss. (he understands though— he'll be right back in spirits after a minute or two. a kiss speeds that up though)

if he wakes up first, he actually doesn't have the heart to wake you up. i mean, look,,, you're so cute... in his arms,,, really, you? he has you? that's just such a big honor. he gets really sappy in the mornings ignore him /j but still, he really can't... but he also wants to kiss you. what does that make? him showering you with kisses first thing in the morning. you know he woke up first if your face feels a bit ticklish because he isn't holding back at all! sorry, he just felt like kissing you (like he always does.)

...can he have another hug? wahaha ♪

･:*+. sena izumi

he's more of the half-spoon kind of person. him laying on his back, and you hugging him on your side. he'd reach his hand out to touch the top of your head or shoulders or really anywhere you're most comfortable with.

though, in the middle of the night, he ends up turning to his side too and embracing you gently. there's enough room for both of you to breathe, but also close enough to be able to press yourself against him.

he hugs you in this kind-of protective position, with his arms loosely wrapped around your neck-shoulders and a hand on your head. you might feel him pull you closer if you're a light sleeper.

sometimes he's alright with this going vice versa— him pressing up against you as you embrace him gently. he doesn't move that much in his sleep, so you might find him still clinging onto you in the morning.

it will take a bit of getting used to and getting comfortable with physical affection when it comes to izumi, but enough nights together makes cuddling practically routine to him. i mean, what's better— the warmth of a pillow, or the warmth of his lover? the answer is pretty clear for him here

the pillow /j no no it's you i promise

when he comes home late and finds you already asleep, he'll get in bed after his night routine and wrap you in an embrace. even if he can't spend that much time with you due to work, this is one way he's making up for it. (don't mention it to him though— it might get him just a little bit flustered and also try to defend his ways of affection...)

♪───

mornings usually start out cold. izumi had already gotten up and kissed you goodbye in your sleep, but on the rare chance that it's his off day and can sleep for however long he decides to, you might find him tightening his grip on you (not to the point of suffocation, but just enough for you not to leave)

if he wakes up first, he'll get up immediately and get ready for work. not before the little voice in his head comments how cute you are asleep. and how maybe it would be nice to stay in bed until you wakes up. it almost convinces him sometimes, you know? he gives in during his free days though— it's just... he rarely gets this kind of opportunity to spend time with you and really savor the mornings. he wouldn't wake you with a kiss— usually it's through a shake and a bit of light scolding— unless you start protesting about how you don't want to let go. although it's just a simple, quick kiss, it's enough for him to finally get you up.

if you wake up first, getting out is easy. just unwrap his hands around you and there! izumi's easy to wake, so if you need to get out of bed already, there's no hassle. do you really want to wake him though? he's embracing you so softly, he looks so much more peaceful than when he's awake...

(he'd mildly complain if you give him a kiss in the mornings saying you could've woken him up another way. but if you chicken out before you could give him one, he'll lean in himself saying "do i really have to do it myself?")

maybe it won't be so bad to spend a few more minutes here...

[flowercrowngods]

why must i think of prisoners Ranger!Steve and Bard!Eddie so constantly and why must they be so tender and why hhhh

Steve’s whole body is made of pain, and has been for the past few days. His feet are aching and raw from trying to keep up as they were bound to horses and dragged along. His skin is chafed and bleeding where the unforgiving rocks have managed to destroy his clothes after one too many falls, and every smallest of cuts feels like his body is nothing more than a pulsating mess. 

Worst of all, though, is the dizziness. He doesn’t know if his head is still bleeding or if the wetness he can feel running down his temple is his body’s testament to the unfamiliar heat, but it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. 

There’s only pain. And nausea. His eyes are open but he needs a second to understand what he’s seeing — and what he’s seeing is a ceiling made of sand coloured stone. Distantly, he hears a door clanging shut, but that might just as well be a memory. 

He’s going to throw up. Tough luck when you don’t even know where up is. 

A groan leaves his mouth as he tries to take a deep breath and fails miserably. Instead, he can add two broken ribs to the list of misery. 

Gods above — whichever of them are listening — he’s tired. But he fears that if he closes his eyes, he might not open them anymore for the sheer release that would bring. He can’t sleep, can’t rest, not when— 

“Easy now,” a gentle voice interrupts his less than coherent thoughts and just moments later, a tender hand is combing through his blood-crusted hair. “You shouldn’t move, my friend. There’s nowhere to move to anymore.” 

Steve frowns, his brain trying and failing to provide any information at this point. The hits to his head must have been worse than he thought if his short term memory refuses to work with him anymore. 

“We have reached Capital City,” the voice continues and Steve has to blink the fog away to make out its owner. When he does, it must show in his eyes, for the worry in Theodore Munson’s eyes makes way to the briefest of smiles before returning even stronger than before. “Do you not recall?”

Steve just stares up at him. That’s all his wrecked body and mind allow him to do right now. That’s all they want to do when gentle hands comb through his hair and chase away some of the pain. 

It is then that reality slowly comes back to him and he realises where he is. Where they are. What is at stake if they fail any more, if they decide to torture information on Elanor and William out of them — out of him. He’s not sure how much he can take. They have been held prisoner for weeks. Steve has been hurting for even longer.

Shame rises in him and he has the urge to apologise to Jim, to explain, but moving his head to the side, he sees that his old master isn’t any better off. He appears to be sleeping, his face bruised, and a teary-eyed Maxine is wiping blood away from his face with a piece of her cloak. 

Steve blinks once, twice, and takes in the man who practically raised him, watches the steady rise and fall of his chest and listens, beyond the pulsing rush of his own blood, that his lungs are not rattling. Shame makes way to satisfaction when he sees that none of their party has taken as many hits, kicks and punches as himself. His distractions have worked, then. 

That’s good. Now if only they didn’t make him so nauseous. So tired. So…

“Don’t fall asleep, Steven,” Eddie demands, and the world tilts slightly, which makes everything worse until… soft. It’s softer now. 

Eddie has moved him so his head is resting in his lap now. 

“You don’t look too good, Ranger. Sleep is dangerous in your state, no matter how badly you might need it. Give it a few hours, please.” 

A beat passes where Steve tries to process the words that are just too many. Since when does Eddie talk with him so much? 

“Lies,” he says after a while and with greater effort than should be necessary.

“Lies?” 

“I look very good. You just can’t see it under all the blood and the bruises.” He tries to crack a smile, but even the huffed breath jolts his head too much. 

Eddie does him the favour of a brief chuckle, and Steve feels better for it. Lighter. Light is good, he finds. Maybe all he has to focus on is Eddie and his hands working out the clumps of dirt and blood from his hair, maybe all he has to to is make him smile and the world will be a bit less painful. 

His world narrows down to all the ways Eddie is close to him and it does keep him occupied, but it also gets his mind wandering, the adrenaline of the past days wearing off. 

“Keep doing that and I will fall asleep,” he says after another beat of silence. Fall asleep and dream. Dream of what this could mean. Dream of smiles that make me feel lighter. 

“Keep doing what?” Eddie asks, and Steve senses a trick to just keep him talking, no matter how slurred his speech is. He needs a moment to remember what he said.

“This,” he says eventually, and Eddie only hums. Finding words is hard. He tries. And tries again. “Being gentle.” 

Another smile, and Steve wants to close his eyes to keep it there to hold on to. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, my friend.” 

“Can’t not be gentle?” He’s losing force on the consonants. The pain is getting stronger, his nerve endings more frayed and his vision blurry. This is familiar. He gives himself another quarter of an hour at most before he will lose his consciousness, no matter how hard he tries to stay here. With Eddie and his wavering smile. 

“Not with my friends, no.” 

This time it’s Steve who smiles at the word friends. He likes to be Eddie’s friend. The man, as it turns out, is admirable, he’s strong, he’s wise when he wants to be and gentle with young Maxine. He’s kind, he’s quick-witted and patient, and his hands are impossibly soft. 

“I know you said not to sleep, and I’m not normally one to deny a well-respected bard’s command, but…” He swallows. Words are hard. He’s not sure they come out as planned, but he perseveres. “I’m afraid I have to prove to you now just how stubborn the Queen’s Rangers can be.” 

Another hum from above him and Steve opens his eyes he hadn’t even noticed closing. The world is fading, but still Eddie is at its centre. 

“I’ll be here when you wake up, then, stubborn Ranger.” 

Will you smile at me still? Steve wonders. 

“Always,” Eddie says, but before Steve has time to wonder if someone else has said something, darkness has swallowed him whole.

[nateezfics]

you know how Hongjoong likes to take photos? dresses you up in lace and silk, sits you down on his dick and takes polaroid of you absolutely cock drunk as he fucks you, another photo of your lips etched in red lipstick around the head of his cock, another of your chest splattered in his come to show he’s claimed you, the same red lipstick being used so that he can write all over you, another of his name written above your heart on your chest to feed his possessive side, another of his cock resting against your stomach so he can see just how deep he can reach inside you. debauchery.

we love debauchery here, yes we do!

ok, so, this is immensely hot and i’ve been slow to respond to this simply because my brain shuts down every time i read this. like, i can’t form coherent thoughts. so the best way i can go about this is to break it down lol. there’s a lot to take in (heheh;))

hongjoong has a whole portfolio of you in various states of undoing. he would dress you up in lingerie in his favorite colors, he’d also just leave you completely bare because he loves to see you fully exposed to him, but he’d also dress you up in his fav pieces from balmain (whether it’s pieces he got specifically for you or his own balmain garments). and then, just photographs you taking his dick, capturing the way your body goes limp and pliable for him. he loves to save the pictures of you being the best little cockslut for him, those are very dear to him.

hongjoong likes to put the red lipstick on for you. he sits you on his lap, maybe even while he’s in you, and gently colors your lips with the red pigment. pushes you to your knees and watches the way your red lips wrap around his cock (he specifically gets lipstick he knows will smudge, just to see the way his cock turns red from it). he’d love to see how messy the lipstick gets, knowing he’s the one who ruined it (and you). these pictures of your messy red lips around his cock are sinful, and he revisits them often!

the artist in him takes over when he lays you down and begins drawing on your skin with the lipstick. he’ll make your body his canvas, doodling designs all over you, highlighting every part of you he adores (which is all of you). opens your thighs and writes “mine” on your thighs, with arrows pointing to your pretty pussy. definitely writes obscene words like “cockslut” and “pretty whore” and “cum dump” all over you. shushes you when you squirm, and will even finger you with his free hand to placate you while he continues drawing on you. snaps a pic of everything he drew on you.

his absolute fav pics of you are the ones he takes of you with his fresh cum on your chest, dripping between your breasts. his possessive side eats this up. loves to claim you like this, because you’re his and the pictures of you being the prettiest little cum dumpster for him prove that. he has a soft spot for taking pictures of his cum leaking from your cunt. he almost cums again at the sight.

snaps photos of his dick resting on your lower abdomen, absolutely in awe that you manage to take him in full. hongjoong praises you for how good you take him, saying shit like “this tiny pussy takes my cock so good”, “this pussy loves to gorge itself on my cock, yeah?”, “no matter how many times i stretch you out with my cock, your pussy always stays so tight for me”, and “you were made for my cock, baby”.

[diremoone]

all the good things | geto suguru.

someway, somehow, amidst all of the thoughts of chaos and spiraling ideals of a new “better” world, a light shines through to guide him to a path of true balance. that just so happens to be the second-year transfer from Kyoto, who’s more than happy to put him back on the right path..

warning(s): like 98% canon lmao, female reader, mentions of pregnant! reader towards the end, honestly just wrote and didn’t bother checking if this was coherent but here’s y’all a snack haha, also using new line dividers atm and they’re all all pretty, credits to the maker in the guidelines of my blog

note(s): as much as I wanted to wait I just can’t stand it so here’s this piece published earlier than I want lol. also I didn’t know who to tag for geto so I just went with these lovelies ☺️

You like the Tokyo school much better than the one in Kyoto.

By leaps and bounds actually, you muse.

Everything from the people down to the energy they give off was so much more different — more freeing.

Kyoto was just too much, too old school and too traditional, especially for you. The students there seemed to be more rigid, and the teachers seemed to sneer at you. More often than not for just being a female. That old way of thinking was most likely why they lost the Exchange Event almost every year.

Especially with sorcerers like Geto Suguru on their side.

You transferred to Tokyo during the last half of your first year, which wasn’t something commonplace. That time wasn’t exactly a pleasant time to transfer into. Geto and Gojo, your upperclassmen, had failed a mission protecting the Plasma Star Vessel, Riko Amanai. Yes, Gojo managed to take out the Sorcerer Killer, Fushiguro Toji (who was actually a Zen’in like Naoya) on the mission, but that was only after he had completed his mission — after they had failed to protect Riko.

Now you’re a second-year at Tokyo High, watching the third-year Geto Suguru fall into a spiral of chaos and warped ideals while his friends go their own personal paths and leave him to his own devices, completely unaware in their own worlds that they’ve left a storm brewing behind them, alone and lonely and more than ready to bring down its wrath upon anyone in its way.

You secretly wondered how much Gojo cared for the person who was supposed to be his best friend.

So why you decided to approach said storm to get a (very much well-needed) drink out at the machines while he was preoccupied with his own thoughts, you have no idea. Were you stupid? Yes. Did that matter right now? … Probably.

Your feet carried you to the vending machine, standing beside Geto. You weren’t bothering to look at him out of your peripheral vision, knowing that if you did, the universe would shit on you and he would look up and make eye contact.

Sounds like one of those romance animes or something, you think, nose crunching in distaste. Ew…

“It’s such a shame that you decided to withdraw from Kyoto, [Name]-chan.”

An even bigger problematic ‘ew’ came from behind you. You scowled and turned halfway on your heel, back facing your black-haired upperclassmen to stare at the smirking face of one of the two reasons you’d originally left Kyoto’s school.

You scoff, shaking your head to see Geto’s form standing tall, but still facing the vending machine to get something. That’s all right; you could handle your own battles anyway.

“You really have the audacity to come and talk to me like this? After what you put me through for the last two years? Ah, wait a second. It’s you. So I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” Naoya shrugged. “All I asked for was—”

“For you to leave her alone, Zen’in.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the sound of Geto’s voice cutting through the air, but it’s only Naoya that scowls and turns his head to face his Tokyo upperclassmen.

And to your absolute surprise, despite Naoya’s scowl deepening to a point where you thought he couldn’t get any uglier, the male pivoted on the ball of his foot and sauntered off.

“Are you alright?” came the instant inquiry.

Geto moving to get a closer look at you made you sweat even more. Just for a different reason.

“I’m fine, Senpai.”

The tall male looks between you and Naoya’s fading figure, eyes narrowing slightly in distaste up until he sees the Zen’in male finally disappear from sight. Even he knows that the Zen’in’s are trash; Naoya just really takes the cake.

“That’s good,” he says.

And when he looks at you with gentle eyes, you’re surprised (and desperately trying to hide it). How instantly his expression and mood changed from mere moments before Naoya showed up to at this moment caught you off guard.

“Did you need something from here? I can get it for you.”

His offer is so sincere, so polite. Such a stark contrast from earlier. Especially with the way the bright smile on his face that reaches his ears and makes the corners of his eyes begin to crinkle.

Instead of the same uncertainty from before your approach filling your stomach, this time feels different. This time, it’s an excited, happy feeling; as if butterflies are rapidly fluttering away in your belly in eager anticipation of something wonderful to come.

“Um, yes,” you squeak, looking to the machines, “I was going to get—”

>>>>

How long does it take for one to fall from grace?

From one who’s fingers touched the pure white clouds of heaven to becoming one who’s knees were stuck deep within the obsidian tar pits of hell, it seemed Geto Suguru was destined to struggle with himself — with his morals and ideals of the world of jujutsu sorcerers and the world of people that lived outside of it — for eternity.

Someone that was so bright, so revered, to fall into a pit of hopelessness?

It must be a lie, others would think.

Watching him sink into the pits of chaos and despair while his best friend rose to a place where he became untouchable to all sorcerers… made something terrible, something spiteful, stir within the depths of your stomach. How much did the white-haired teenager care about the one he called his equal?

But as Gojo became more and more powerful and left his friend behind, Geto too, grew in power in his own right.

And a lot of it was with you.

Weeks of meeting at the vending machines for snacks during training turned into months of sitting on benches and eating lunch together. Even that progressed farther, to him taking you to everything from restaurants to the book store (as much as he’d laugh at you buying manga, he was just as much of a hypocrite with Inuyasha under his arm) to even pretty lakes across Japan, soaring atop one of his flying curses.

Doing things that friends do. That people more than friends also do.

But at the same time, during those times after missions or simply while spending time together in either his or your room, you’d see that malicious darkness fester up. You’d see the way his brows would furrow when you mentioned saving someone or his lips pull down when there’d be a mention of the higher-ups about a mission you’d taken recently that went sour.

In times like these, you wondered if Gojo Satoru really did once know Geto Suguru the same way you knew him now.

“I can see the sweat on your forehead,” the black-haired male jokes. “You shouldn’t think so hard.”

Suguru doesn’t chuckle, but the joking smile of amusement is still there. It’s just a faint one. He’s become less and less of a jokester lately, swimming deeper into the darkness. But for you, you think he tries a little harder to keep the mood and air between you two as light and positive as possible.

(For you.)

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” you quip back, “for the next time I see sweat on your brow for thinking so much. Hypocrite.”

For the first time all day, he finally chuckles.

“Hypocrite?” He muses, placing his cheek on his fist. “Really?”

“Yes!” You toss your hands up in mock frustration. “You heard me, Mr. I-Wanna-Brood-At-Weird-Times-of-the-Day.”

“That’s an awfully long name.”

“It sure does fit though, yeah?”

“So you say.”

The air had been tense and thick since morning, but the two of you were striving to get past it. Well, you slightly more, but the more you tried, the more Geto — ah, Suguru. He already told you to call him that, didn’t he? — seemed to try and help you push for a happier tone.

But the mission Suguru was to be sent on soon had him shut down mentally, closed off from you for the last few days. And today was the day you’d tried to pick him back up out of his crappy mood.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” you ask.

Suguru sighs, then nods his head. “It’s nothing. I’ll be back by the day after, if not sooner.”

You shrug, semi-happy with his response and accepting it. But the other half of you knows something — sees something — behind his pretty eyes that you wished you would have left alone.

But your heart loved to meddle when it wanted to meddle.

And in the future, you hoped Suguru would thank you for that meddling nature.

****

113 bodies were to be found five days after Geto arrived at the village he was assigned to.

But he hadn’t been alone the day he arrived.

Suguru just didn’t know that.

You’d stuck to him like glue. Well, as far back as glue could stretch in that regard. You’d silenced your cursed energy so much that you almost swore you didn’t even have any. And not once did the male turn around to bother to look around or check his surroundings, like he knew he was ever being followed.

Now, all you could do was watch as Suguru stepped into the house that the villagers brought him to. Supposedly, the house contained the reason why the villagers had been dying.

But that gnawing anxiousness in the pit of your stomach told you otherwise. It told you that something was about to go very, very wrong.

Very few people had been able to manage to near-fully suppress their cursed energy aura. It was a talent that could only be managed by a select few, one of which was probably Gojo Satoru himself. But when one successfully did it, all the stories told of how nauseous they felt; how overwhelming the sense of others cursed energy could be.

And it was all true.

Bile and your lunch nearly coated your shoes. Knees too had you let Suguru’s immense, Special Grade cursed energy make you sink to the ground.

It isn’t the same. It isn’t the same. It isn’t the same!

Eyes blown wide as saucers, you realized that something had indeed went very, very wrong inside that house. Because no longer was Suguru’s cursed energy driven by regular means like a regular jujutsu sorcerer.

No. All you could see from his cursed energy was pure malice and raw, unadulterated rage and anger.

Whatever these people said or have done to send him into such fury like this, you couldn’t move, only think. This is the day they die.

Out of the house comes two— No, three. Suguru being one of them. A man and a woman, both with ugly faces and ugly auras you didn’t like.

No wonder Suguru doesn’t like them.

A curse manifests from your friend’s fingertips, and you quickly realize what’s about to happen — the only thing that could happen.

But he can’t just kill them…

You step out of your hiding spot and shout his name. Shock enters Suguru’s eyes. Of course; he hadn’t expected you to be here. But then they glaze over with a mixture of emotions. Disappointment seems to be the most obvious.

Curse you, Yuki Tsukumo, for tipping him over the edge.

“Don’t even try it, Suguru.”

“You shouldn’t have come, [Name].” It sounded like a warning.

You scoff slightly. “And let you do something like this? I don’t think so.”

His eyes narrow. It’s an expression you don’t like.

“You need to leave.”

“So do you, apparently.”

“Don’t be like this, [Name]. Don’t make me hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t anyway. Why let one awful circumstance, one awful event, define the rest of your life?”

“Do you know what they’ve done?” he asks, and you clearly hear the intent of violence behind his tone. You see his jaw clench up and a dangerous fire ignite behind his eyes. “Do you know they have two girls locked up in there, ready to kill?”

“Of course not,” you say, “but you were about to do something that was going to impact your life… Forever.”

“I think I’m ready for that.”

“You’re ready to lose everything?”

“If I must.”

You almost bite your tongue. But you don’t, and speak anyway.

“Even me?”

The thick, black smokiness of one his curses dancing on his fingertips turns to wisps, almost vanishing. You see what the question does to him, so you press farther. Deeper into the unspoken part of you two’s relationship you’d both been afraid to touch on.

Then, he admits something, dipping first into waters that haven’t been treaded into.

“I’d like to think you’d come with me, be by my side.”

Your heart thumps faster. It’s a declaration of many things: loyalty, friendship, trust.

But all your ears hear is a declaration of love.

Because you don’t miss the way his eyes shine as he looks you up and down like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. Like he wants you to actually follow him like he expected, to come with him and step in place next to him like an equal.

If not more than just an equal.

“I can’t do that,” you reply. “You know I can’t, Suguru. And neither can you.”

It’s written all over his face that he doesn’t like your answer.

“And why can’t I?”

“Because you’re better than this.”

…

…

Was he? What did that mean anyway: being better? After Riko, after his “talk” with Yuki, everything just seemed to collapse around him; everything he knew ripping apart at the seams faster than he could repair them.

Why? Why was he supposed to be better? How could he be better? Did he deserve to even become better?

“Don’t take the easy way,” you tell him. “There’ll never be a right answer, not right now at least.”

“Killing all non-sorcerers seems like a pretty good start,” he replies darkly.

“And how would you even manage that?” you retort. “If that’s the only thing you can stand on, that’s shallow.”

“Then what is the answer, [Name]? Do tell me, please,” he urges sarcastically, rolling his dark eyes. “Is killing every non-sorcerer not worth us jujutsu sorcerers having a chance to live?”

You answer as earnestly as he expects, “I have no idea, but at the moment, it sounds pretty stupid.”

Unfortunately, it takes him much longer than you want for him to put the monster at his fingertips away, for his cursed energy to dip down and go back to the way it was before it spiked in a rage you’d never anticipated to see from him.

The village is scathed with fire and terror: burned buildings with its inhabitants shaken to the core over the consequences of their actions — and what would happen if they tried to put more children in the cage Suguru found them in. It’s not ethical, and surely you’d hear about it from the higher-ups in jujutsu society.

But for the girls wrapped up in yours and Suguru’s arms, you heart and soul knew it was worth it.

Megumi doesn’t get along with Nanako too well. But you’re sure you know why, with his red cheeks and all.

“You think he’ll ever say anything?” you ask your husband.

“Doubtful,” Suguru chuckles, “considering he was raised by Satoru.”

It’s been a rough ten years raising the twins. There’s been a long list of issues, struggles over the last several years that have really put your relationship with your now-husband to the test. From the elders to Suguru’s own conflicting ideals; from his own coping mechanisms to making sure you and his girls are well taken care of, and those are just a few to list. But fixing Satoru and Suguru’s friendship was by far the most difficult thing.

Riko’s death really did change them in the most awful ways.

“Satoru has only gotten crazier over the years,” you hum, agreeing. “I still can’t believe Satoru brought Sukuna’s vessel here.”

“I think you mean stupid, darling,” Suguru chuckles. “And did you know he gave Itadori a second finger?”

“Disgusting! All in true Satoru taste, too.”

“Hey! I can hear you two, you know!” the white-haired male complains.

“Good!” you shout back.

And cue Satoru’s crocodile tears. “Suguru really did marry a witch!”

You feel the veins in your head twitch with irritation. You’d always hated that damn nickname.

You moved to stand up to go and whack the shit out of the manchild, but your husband’s hand settled on your knee. You looked at him curiously, sitting back down.

“Sit,” he says. “Getting worked up like that isn’t good for you right now. Shoko said to keep it minimal for now, remember?”

You snort. “You’ve drilled it into me, Sugu.”

“Good. I’ll be back in a moment.”

His hand rests on your belly for moment, presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and then stands up to go and beat the shit out of his best friend to defend his wife’s honor.

And maybe to have some fun, too.

taglist: @vagabond-umlaut • @itzmeme • @dellalyra • @torusmochi

[thehypnone]

Symbol on the Surface Chapter 14

WC: 1,7k

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: Transmasc Swiss, Pregnancy, Fluff, Humor, Maternity Shoot (a joke turned serious turned horny), Fade To Black

Yes, he will gain three beautiful children in exchange for Swiss looking like this, but it still makes him a little…sad. There’s no denying that Mountain will miss Swiss being pregnant.

Notes: Tysm to @jimothybarnes for beta reading :3

Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 14 under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss finally got some proper clothes for Christmas. Clothes that actually fit him and his stomach—that don’t squeeze him anywhere, but don’t excessively hang off of him, either.

Mountain can’t help but stare at him every possible second.

The multi ghoul whined about the clothes a little at first, mostly because the human world still is quite…old-fashioned. Masculine, or even gender neutral, maternity clothes simply do not exist, and even though the gifters tried their best to find the most neutral pieces, it’s still obvious they’re all meant for women.

Well, there’s one piece of clothing that Swiss hadn’t seen yet; that Mountain ordered himself and has been hiding it and contemplating whether or not to show it to his mate.

Before getting knocked up, Swiss never minded—and actually enjoyed—wearing very feminine-coded clothes. He loves lingerie and tulle and lace and corsets and flowy skirts and…well, the thing that Mountain’s gotten is a bit of all of that. 

Except, with how Swiss’ dysphoria has been spiking as his pregnancy progresses, the earth ghoul isn’t so sure it’s a good idea. He’s been all but dreaming and fantasizing about seeing his mate in it, he would love to, but he’d never ask it of him if it’d make him uncomfortable.

It has been sitting tucked away in secret for a couple days, when one day Swiss suddenly got very excited about a text message. Mountain didn’t manage to see what it said before his mate was storming out of the door. Well, maybe…waddling would be the better term, considering how massive Swiss is and how it affects his walking.

The earth ghoul shrugged and decided to wait for him without worry and Swiss came back a couple of minutes later with a huge grin and holding a package on top of his bump.

“What have you got there, my heart?” Mountain asks curiously, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll see in a minute, I gotta try it on,” Swiss chuckles, disappearing into the bathroom to…apparently try said it on. His mate puts down the book he’s been reading and waits for the multi ghoul to reemerge, incredibly curious as to what Swiss is up to.

Mountain hears some shuffling and quiet giggles and soon enough the door opens.

He bursts out laughing so suddenly and violently his ears are ringing and his stomach hurts and he chokes on spit. He doubles over himself, unable to breathe from how hard he is laughing. Swiss is no better as he stands there, holding onto the wall.

He’s dressed as an avocado, with his belly poking out as the seed of the fruit.

“Oh–oh, Lucifer, I’m–” Swiss breathes out between snorts, “I’m gonna p–piss myself.”

Mountain wishes he were able to reply somewhat coherently, but he…well, can’t. He just starts laughing impossibly louder. It’s a good five minutes, if not more, before either of them calms down enough to be able to breathe normally and speak.

“You are,” the earth ghoul pants, “something else, darling.”

Swiss only grins, posing proudly in his costume. “I saw the ad online and couldn’t help myself. I think I make a rather sexy avocado.”

“Yes, well,” Mountain chuckles, “we’ve always known you’re a fruit.”

That elicits another bout of laughter from the both of them.

“I think we need a maternity shoot with me in this,” Swiss proposes after a couple minutes, when he’s sat by his mate at the edge of their bed.

“Oh, absolutely,” he agrees with a smirk. The idea makes him think of something else, though; of the box he hadn’t dared to mention—and he still doesn’t, but the thought is nestled in his brain regardless.

The next day half of the pack is engaged in the ordeal, though most of them are there just for the show.

Rain has been elected as the photographer considering his…experience in the field. It turns out he has some quite professional equipment, too, and so he and Aether have carried it down.

The ghoulettes are the styling team, in charge of Swiss’ outfits and hair.

Still, it’s all mostly for fun, so he’s only got the avocado costume, as well as a couple others. His Prequelle mask, the Impera helmet and uniform and some other clothes, too. He thought that if they’re going to be going through the whole thing of setting everything up, he might as well get more than five photos.

It’s all fun and games, it is not and was never supposed to be a serious thing, but the way Swiss is posing, holding his stomach with care throughout it all, makes a weird ache settle in Montain’s chest.

Swiss is so beautiful like this and in less than two months it will change, and he doesn’t suppose they’ll try for kits again. After all, there are going to be a handful already.

And yes, the earth ghoul will gain three beautiful children in exchange for Swiss looking like this, but it still makes him a little…sad. He doesn’t think it’s fair, considering how many problems the multi ghoul’s current state causes, but there’s no denying that Mountain will miss Swiss being pregnant.

He thinks he should do whatever he can to…somewhat preserve the way his mate looks. It makes his thoughts circle back to the box under their bed and Mountain realizes that this is his only chance to see Swiss in it. If he doesn’t agree, that’s okay, but the earth ghoul might just hate himself for not asking and wasting this opportunity.

In a bout of bravery, he decides to ask.

“While we’re…taking photos,” he starts, “there’s something I got that I’d love to have a picture of you in. If you’d be comfortable with that, of course.”

“You did?” Swiss’ eyes light up a little. Mountain hopes they won’t dull too much when he sees what it is. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Uh, it’s…I didn’t want to make it weird, it’s–quite feminine,” the earth ghoul admits, blushing a little and hanging his head.

Swiss hums in acknowledgement, “Okay, well…I want to see. Then I’ll decide.”

Mountain nods—happy that his mate agreed to at least consider it. “I’ll go grab it.”

He runs out of the door and down the halls toward the Den, already vibrating with excitement. He has to calm himself down—Swiss hadn’t decided just yet.

When Mountain comes back with the box, the multi ghoul first takes it behind a curtain to assess.

“I would really, really love to see you in it, my heart,” the earth ghoul all but pleads, “but don’t force it if you don’t feel like it, okay?”

Swiss nods with a smirk and disappears. After a moment he yells out that yes, he’ll put it on for a couple photos, and then he’s calling in his styling team.

The earth ghoul is biting his lip as he waits for his mate to come out. If he also adjusts his pants while he’s at it, that's his business.

When Swiss does walk out from behind the curtain, it’s not only Mountain’s jaw that drops. Swiss loves the attention like no one else, but this time the stares and murmurs of his pack make him blush.

He looks absolutely ethereal in that piece. The dark green makes both the golden sheen of his skin and his eyes pop and the golden jewelry that the ghoulettes have put into his hair truly makes him look like a dark angel.

Swiss is so, so beautiful.

Mountain feels like he could cry about it, and if he’s being honest, he just might. How did he get so fucking lucky?

“I know I’m hot, get over it,” Swiss scoffs with his usual sassiness, even though everybody present can see he’s not exactly feeling that confident at the moment.

Mountain scrambles up from his chair and as if in a daze he shuffles over to Swiss, wraps an arm around his middle and bends down to kiss the air from his lungs. The multi ghoul huffs into it at first, but quickly reciprocates, grabbing his mate by the shoulders. Mountain just couldn’t help himself.

“‘M gonna need some other photos with it, too,” he mumbles into Swiss’ lips, making him chuckle. “‘M never gonna get this out of my head.”

Swiss trills and kisses him again, ignoring someone’s groan of ‘get a room’. He kisses him until he feels something twitch against his stomach—he then pulls away and smirks, looking down.

Mountain’s face is as red as a tomato, but he doesn’t care that much.

“Let’s take these photos before our big boy here ruins my outfit,” Swiss giggles, gently pushing Mountain away. He whines, ears drooping, but pulls down his sweater some more and moves back to watch his mate pose.

He might be drooling a little as he does, but then gets snapped out of it when Rain calls out for him, “M’kay, daddy, go up to him. You need some photos together.”

Mountain all but throws himself forward to get his hands on Swiss again.

He can barely contain the overwhelming hunger for his mate that’s taking over him, but somehow he does—following Rain’s orders on how to pose on autopilot. The moment he hears the water ghoul announce that they’re done, Mountain turns Swiss over in his arms and clashes their lips together.

In no time at all Swiss is laid out on his back on the floor with the earth ghoul hovering over him.

“All of…you…hmpf–out,” Mountain growls between hungry kisses he’s trailing down Swiss’ neck. The pack giggles, but indeed does, respectfully, turn to leave.

“W–wait,” the multi ghoul pants, though, “Rain, can you…stay? Take some photos.”

Mountain’s cock kicks wildly where it’s still trapped in his pants at that.

Fuck.

He doesn’t really notice if Rain does stay or not, or what the rest of their pack do. He doesn’t really notice anything beyond Swiss as he worships him with his hands and mouth right there, on the practice room’s floor.

The image of Swiss in that outfit would never leave Mountain’s brain, anyway, but the photos that Rain takes—with his tail down his pants at the same time—are going to make sure not one detail escapes his memory.

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[enteroctopusdarkysilis]

✨Bionicle Beetle !✨

Ah, another insect ! Check the other one here.

Does it ring a bell ? The head (and some of the brown parts) come directly and with very few modifications from the Jaller & Gukko set. I never managed to get Jaller, so instead, I turned Gukko into this nice, big Rahi.

Now, of course, detail and the other pictures below the cut !

Front, hind, and neath !

I’m absolutely delighted with how it turned out. First of all, I really like the head which has been intact for as long as I can remember, although I know that I’ll never complete the set because I don’t have Jaller’s Kanohi. What I have plenty of, however, are the pearl grey Rahkshi shells, so you can see that I’ve used three of them on top. Then, I have to find pieces with a good enough curvature. So the next piece is from a Toa torso (Hordika) and the next one is used as a wing/pauldron on different sets, which has a perfect shape. On the sides, I’m using practically only pieces from a brown Vahki.

The underside is quite simple, but I wanted to make sure the colours remained coherent with the head, so I kept this bright brown while trying to make it as light as possible (the six legs are already barely letting it stand).

Under the dual Rahkshi shells, I have a bit of space which could let me add a nice feature, although I don’t know what yet. I planned on making actual elytra, but that would have been too complex, so there is currently nothing.

There isn’t much left to add, since for once, I have made simple legs (only because the body was more complicated…), but I nevertheless want to point out how well the small arm pieces I used to connect body and feet are for insect-like shapes, while keeping it quite mechanical. Just the perfect balance.

Also. Would anyone happen to know if there is a spreadsheet referencing all Bionicle (bonkle ‽-) gens with images and additional infos ? I have done a tremendous amount of research because I can’t remember any of the names properly, and having a single spreadsheet would be easier. AND, if not, would anyone be interested in access in such a spreadsheet ? Because if I do end up making one, I would be happy to share !

Have a nice day :}

[ganondoodle]

I honestly find it impressive how totk managed to fuck up so bad as a sequel. But truth be told, good gameplay aside, botw already was a whole lot of nothing as far as story and lore were concerned. I just feel like amnesiac Link going out into the world to save some voice is not a good premise, even though botw Zelda has an interesting personality. Idk, I guess botw felt like an experiment that was supposed to pay off in totk, but totk being a disappointment makes botw kind of feel like a waste of time as well

yes and no to that (in my opinion .. just gonna add that to be sure)

what hooked me in botw was less the story that was told and more what was implied, bc it seemed to imply so much, there was so much design that felt intentional- like an introduction to a world with subtle hints towards much much more that would be perfect to dive deeply into in an expansion or second part- just like you said

i personally am a sucker for big environments with enviromental storytelling more than direct dialog in your face- it might be a small detail to some but for me the choice of music, or how little and broken there was really spoke to me (in part bc i am very noise sensitive, id gladly spent hours in botws hyrule field, but id want to get out of twilight princesses hyrule field bc it would get unbearable to me after a while)

but mainly .. it was the world, botw made me feel like no other game has before, it felt so real to me, that this is a world with deep history, most of which unknown, so much mystery and things that existed with no explicit explanation (like man do i love botws dragons ...... and i will not forgive what totk did to them lore wise)-- like with the ancient shiekah especially, they were, or seemed, so drenched in lore you can only guess but yet it felt so intentional, or how calamtiy ganon was this strange being like a force of nature and the gerudo having had no king in so long it was basically forgotten it was ever a thing?? so much to speculate and think about, so much you could do with all those things; you probably didnt aim to get this kind of talk from me but when i talk i talk unfortunately, and botw is my second favorite zelda game (grinding my teeth to dust trying to ignore what totk did to its lore)

if you look at just whats told to you, botw isnt that special either (though at least coherent in itself lol) but its the world and design and mystery that got to me, that i care about so much, care that got almost utterly destroyed by totk bc it made me realize that there .. might have been no intention behind anything, it didnt mean anything actually

its a thing that hurts me so much to know, to think about, that totk cannot be separated from botw, they cheapen each other, people think its just botw+extra, when imo its more like .. botw again but worse, or them saying that botw was jsut a tech demo to the grand game that is totk (i couldnt disagree more to that wtf, totk is more of a tech demo for ultrahand tbh)

i cant even decide whats worse to me, the fact that botw isnt gonna get that deep lore dive in a second part that got me so excited like i never was before after the first trailer, that everything i cared about in it isnt gonna have a follow up ever, the knowledge that there might be no intention and no meaning behind anything in their games, that the next games might be like that too, that its inseperable from totk in the worst way, or that they only damage each other, botw functions better on its own than totk does, but together it worsens both

(i basically just said what you said in long form .. sorry- though i do feel more positively about the amnesia thing in botw, theres tragedy and emotional weight in it and helps immensely to let you and link explore the world like for the first time- plus its a drawback to an otherwise pretty overpowered piece of tech/magic- unlike some other things in a certain other game)

[thegamingcatmom]

Hi! >:3 This one is for the Dimi sisters, for each of them what do you think they enjoy doing around the castle? Like I imagine they are pretty bored esp in Winter where they can't go outside due to the cold, I imagine Dani and Bela could enjoy reading by the fireplace but there has to be something else to do, right? I don't think Cassandra is a bookworm like her sisters, in fact I doubt that one can be STILL for more than 5 seconds XD I have a few HC of my own like I think Bela likes to read but not romantic stuff like Dani I think she'd be mroe into learning new stuff constantly from the books she reads and I think she is into art so she likes painting in the atelier, or just sketching in a notebook while sitting by the window (I once read a fanfic where Bela learned to cook? And I found it so cute and stuff that she cooked for tehf amily etc that i accepted that HC too). Cassandra would be in the armory sharpening her weapons bc theya re never sharp enough or practicing ehr moves against a dummy, perhaps even getting Dani to play some pranks on the staff (who no one finds funny except for the both of them and getting on Bela's nerves which is a plus I guess :p) Dani... Aside from reading her romantic novels and pranking the staff with Cass I thin she'd be into poetry... she'd try her best ok? (I'm kinda lost with Dani's hobbies tbh XD) What are your own HC for their hobbies? :p Have a good day <3

HI HELLO 🫶

I love your thoughts and I absolutely agree that Cassandra is incapable of focusing on anything for too long. Her record is approx. 10 secs, which is exactly how long it takes her to string someone up, slice their jugular and watch them bleed, lmao.

However, I´d like to think that Momma Alci makes sure to keep her unruly offspring entertained, mainly because it keeps them from bugging her. Momma values her me time. 🛁😌

Besides, there´s always the maids to terrorize. That never gets old. 🤭

Reading

Mostly books that expand her knowledge, like you said. She takes after Momma in that respect. 🤭

Another thing she really likes are mystery thrillers. They have her on the edge of her seat in a way no hunt has managed yet.

She´s not that big into horror though, believe it or not. Probably because she more than gets her fill of that on a daily basis in that castle, lol.

Romance? Please. She has neither the time, nor the patience for such mundane things.

Painting, drawing

She enjoys the calm that comes with it (which is rare in that castle), but she also does it to impress Momma. 🤭

Her favorite things to paint are still lifes. Especially fruit. Especially when it´s rotten. She finds that there´s a certain beauty in the grotesque.

Her favorite things to draw are humans. Or, more specifically, their insides. Organs and bones. Or just certain body parts with the muscles exposed.

Being down in the cellar almost every day truly brought out her artistic side. It´s very...inspiring.

Playing the piano

Again, she does it mostly to impress Momma, seeing how the Lady is quite the talented pianist herself.

Her favorite things to play are dark, tragic pieces that capture the haunting spirit of her existence. Such as Beethoven – Moonlight Sonata 1st Movement.

Music holds immense significance in House Dimitrescu, so it was only natural for Bela to prioritize mastering it as soon as she was capable of forming coherent thoughts.

Stringing them up

Slicing their jugulars

Watching them bleed

...I don´t know what else to tell you, lol.

The middle daughter isn´t particularly picky about how she spends her evenings. She simply does what she does best and, more importantly, what she loves doing. That´s all the fulfillment she needs.

It´s as simple as that with her. I aspire to be like that.

HOWEVER-

I do like the idea of her sharpening and taking care of her weapons because she certainly holds them dear to her dead heart. They´re her babies. :3

HOWEVER-

I don´t really see it as a hobby because it still means "work" for her. She doesn´t cope well with that sort of thing, lol. She´d much prefer spending her precious time on actually using her sickle rather than maintaining it.

HOWEVER-

...She might just let a maid do the work for her. While she watches, ofc. Taunting her. Mocking her. Whispering sweet promises of gruesome death into her ear.

"You missed a spot...right here."

*slices that jugular with her newly sharpened sickle*

🤷🏻‍♀️

Reading

I think that one is pretty obvious. Anything romance is her jam. ;3

More Reading

Because why read your favorite book just once (multiplied by 1354641486418431) when you can dive into the manic endless realms of your own imagination OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND-

-UNTIL THE END OF TIME!!

Flirting/Roleplaying with the maids

The kitchen, the looming corridors, the cellars, the bedchambers - name any place within the castle, and it can almost always be guaranteed that Dani has left her mark - evidenced by blushing and stuttering maids.

Why hot when evil though?? 😭

Furthermore, as a direct result of her extensive reading, many maids have had the one-time opportunity to participate in one of her famously infamous plays, which focus on recreating her favorite scenes from her beloved books.

...Needless to say, that opportunity truly was a one-time affair.

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Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

[anjelicawrites]

They went together, one afternoon you had a PDA meeting: they wanted to surprise you!

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Warnings: piercings, mention of Aemond's disfiguring and chronic pain, nipple biting and sucking. dry humping.

Aemond had done painstakingly deep researches about the topic, researched all the piercings shops in town and bought everything he was going to need for aftercare. He had told himself he was just satiating the curiosity Osferth's words had ignited in him: he didn't need his nipples pierced. The idea was nice, and he would look hot, him simply researching meant nothing.

Osferth can't truly respond when Aemond asks to accompany him to his appointment; he can only make an inarticulate sound, Aemond has been fucking him nice and slow and deep for what it felt like hours, his hand a vice around Osferth's cock, and the latter was barely coherent at this point. After, when they are cuddling under the soft sheets, Osferth gently pinches Aemond's left nipple, making sure it is nice and pebbled.

"They will look so pretty, always protruding, begging to be sucked and played with." He says. "How we'll keep our hands of your chest is going to be a feat."

Against his thigh Aemond's cock twitches.

"Do you like the idea? Having your chest at our disposal all the time?"

There's a darkness in Osferth's tone that makes Aemond tired body tremble.

"Kessa. Yes." He moans.

The girls at the piercing shop are very welcoming, they show them the secluded area where they will work on Aemond's nipples and the sterile materials they're going to use. Once Aemond is sitting on the chair, Osferth perches himself on the stool one of the girls has put next to it.

"Are you still sure you want them done at the same time?" He asks. "Yes." "It's going to hurt."

Aemond smiles at that: all his life he has weighted all the suffering he has been through against having his neuritis flares. Nothing has ever been as bad, this? Piece of cake.

Osferth takes his hand and puts his forehead against his temple as the two piercers finish setting up all the materials. Aemond's body arches at the double pain; it's a flash that steals his breath away and makes him clench his hand around Osferth's; it's only a moment, then he relaxes back into the chair, not even noticing the tears streaming down his face.

"Between four to even twelve month?" You ask.

You're back from another hellish PTA meeting, you haven't even manage to change into something more comfortable that your loves drag you to the bedroom, to show you Aemond's chest. His nipples are both swollen, not overly so but enough to be felt and bright pink against the metal of the long barbells.

"Will you help me clean them, Gevie?" Aemond asks you. "Of course I will."

How are you supposed to keep his delicious chest alone for twelve months? He looks ripe for the taking!

Aemond can clean his piercings using the saline solution the piercers have sold him, he can soak the sterile gauze in it, when the swelling becomes too much and his nipples feel so warm; why should he do that on his own, when he has you and Osferth?

He's always had sensitive nipples, so much so you and Osferth have been able to make him come by nipple play only. He also knows that the piercings don't add on his sensitivity level, yet he feels the damp cotton swab more than he should: perhaps it's the swollen skin, but how is he supposed to justify the erection between his legs? He can barely stand still, Osferth is painstakingly cleaning his right nub, the black gloves on his hands only enhancing how long his fingers are, you're kneeling in front of him, sucking him off slowly, leisurely, licking his cock like you would a lollipop.

"Kostilus, please." He moans. "Be good, we need to make sure you don't get an infection." Osferth drawls in his ear. "How do you expect me to manage my oral fixation, now that I can't suck on your nipples?" You ask with your lips on his cockhead. "Let me finish here without coming and then we'll fuck you tight arse as a reward." Osferth tells him. "If you can't manage we'll have to put your cock in a cage for how long?" You ask, menacingly. "Uhm, let's say a couple of weeks? It should take that long for the trickiest part of the healing process to finish." Osferth murmurs against his throat.

Aemond has to force himself to breath slowly: he can't concentrate on his nipples, Osferth's slow motions only add to his desire, and your mouth! The best he's ever had is drawing him mad!

"Kostilus kesan sagon sȳz, please I'll be good." He moans. "Such a good boy." You murmur, before starting torturing his cock again.

Even when alone, cleaning his fresh piercings has his cock stand up ready to go, and he forces himself to wait for either of you, who will fuck him with your hands grabbing his pecs, making sure his healing nubs stand out, without actually touching them. Tease! Tease! Tease that you two are!

He has to wear looser shirts at work, under his suit jacket, yet he feels his nipples rub against the soft cotton, almost raw, and it becomes worse and worse, the more they heal: he needs, desperately, to have his chest played with, to feel your teeth and Osferth's pull and play with the barbells and the sensitive nipples. He's missed having your mouths and tongues play with them; you two teasing him don't help with his impatience to feel you two, finally, where he needs you two the most!

He might be just lucky, or perhaps is the blood of the dragon, either way he pops back to the piercing shop a little after four months, and the two piercers give him the thumbs up to change the barbells with rings, and to start having his chest played with, within reason. As he drives home a devious idea forms in his mind and he rushes to one of the alternative shops you usually go: all he needs he'll find there!

You arrive home at the same time Osferth does, which is a rarity. Even rarer is seeing Aemond's posh Mercedes already parked: he usually he's the one who arrives the latest at home.

"Aemond?" You call from the doorway. "Is everything OK?"

Silence is your only answer. On instinct Osferth puts himself in front of you: the door was locked, no signs of forced entry and the dogs are quiet (Santanico the cat is also), then why Aemond isn't answering?

Slowly he walks towards the living room, keeping you behind himself, ready to push you away from any form of danger; neither of you expect to see the spectacle right in front of your eyes: Aemond lounging on one of the armchairs, his long legs clad in tight leather trousers, spread wide, almost inviting you two to kneel between them. He is wearing a long sleeved, laced top that leaves nothing to the imagination; the intricate design only enhances the definition of his muscles and the delicious happy trail you and Osferth have kissed too many times to count. Next to you, you hear Osferth inhale and you follow his line of sight, to the two rings now adorning Aemond's nipples.

"Welcome back." He says, nonchalant, as if he's not lounging like a whore ready for the taking. "See something you like?"

Your bag falls on the floor, you're deaf to all the sounds around you, your mind focusing only on the delicious way the top moves on Aemond's perfect skin.

"You can... we can..." You say, at a loss for words. "Green light, but we need to go slow." He smirks.

In the distance you hear Osferth join you on the floor between Aemond's long legs. You see his hand reach for one nipple, his long fingers gently pinch it, Aemond's choked moan flies directly to your cunt.

"No weights, yet ah!" He moans when your index finger caresses his other nipple. "And, and... please! You can pull on them, just gently."

From where you're positioned, you can see the erection growing and pushing against the tight leather of his pants and you growl your hunger for him.

Gently you curl your lips around his nipple, and suck slowly, taking your time before you let your teeth pull tentatively at the ring; under you Aemond's back arches, a long moan rumbles when you keep teasing and pulling, your teeth gently biting the reddened areola.

"Need.. this off." He moans, trying to remove the lacy top. "Not yet."

You've forgotten about Osferth, whose fingers are still pinching the other nipple.

"It's itchy!" "You look too hot in it. Be good."

You hear Aemond's long moan of pleasure when Osferth's teeth latch on his other ring, to pull cautiously; against your tight you can feel Aemond's hips move, his cock swell into full hardness and you push against it, enhancing the friction.

Your mouth isn't idle either, you busy yourself with chasing Aemond's taste through the lacy shirt, sucking more boldly when high pitched moans leave his shapely lips.

"Iksan jāre naejot... Iksan jāre naejot! I'm going to... I'm going to!" He shouts, desperate.

You and Osferth redouble your efforts: sucking, pulling and biting, the lace drenched with your combined spits only adds to the constant teasing of his nipples; Aemond's body follows your combined lead blindly, his hips fucking your tight without control, too lost in the pleasure exploding in his chest. He babbles and trashes under your bodies, his orgasm so close it burns down his body to his trapped erection, his spine a perfect arch of desperation, it tenses and tenses, until he comes, his body limp under yours.

Osferth is lazily sucking on one nipple, enjoying the aftershock buzzing though Aemond's body; he can't help but smirk when he hears your voice.

"Again." You growl. "We need to make up for lost time."

OG!Poly taglist : @fan-goddess, @notyour-valentine, @aegonx

Ewanverse taglist: @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @zaldritzosrose

[adobe-outdesign]

Best toy neopets?

Toy is a newer colour, having been released in 2018 as the runner up of a "new colour" poll (so no UC/styled art to compare in this one). The original toy pet used in the poll, Lenny, seemed to be a good example of what to expect from the colour: plastic parts, bright colors, and maybe one or two minor changes to the anatomy where appropriate.

However, while some toy pets stick to the action-figure formula to varying degrees, some go off in completely different directions by being based on random specific real-world toys. On top of that, some of those pets are based on very specific brands (the iDog, Furbies, etc.) while some are just based on generic classic toy concepts.

This can also lead to problems regarding overlap with other colours; the toy Kougra, Lupe, and Bruce are all effectively just plushie Neopets, albeit in a very different style than the standard plushie colour.

I point this out because I feel like either a colour should be 100% coherent across all species, or it should vary wildly by species. Toy straddles this weird middle ground of being part licensed toys, part generic toys, and part action-figure toys where it simultaneously has coherency and no coherency at all. I feel like the best toy pets are the ones where they stick to the plastic-y look but manage to put a fun species-specific twist on it.

Favorite Species:

Mynci: Speaking of which, the toy Mynci is basically perfect in this respect; it keeps the hard jointed plastic look while also being based off the classic cymbal-playing monkey toy, which fits the 'pet for obvious reasons. The colors also look quite nice, and as an added bonus, the clothes are removable (though I do wish the base removed the out-of-place head hairs).

Gnorbu: This one falls into the "generic IRL toy" category, and while it's not the most coherent thing in terms of the overall colour (I'm hesitant to even think of a piñata as a toy), it's such a fun concept and it looks great. There's a lot of colors used but they're all balanced well, the concept reads super clearly, and the subtle inegration of thigns like the mane are just perfect. My sole nitpick is just that the black outlines on the eye look out of place, and something flatter to match the papier-mâché look would've been nice.

Jetsam: Based off a pool toy, this one kind of plays with the action-figure concept by keeping the plastic idea but not being hard plastic or jointed. It's perfect for a water-based Neopet, and the inflatable plastic is spot-on visually, complete with seams. Only issue with it is the weird handle on the side, which might be a thing with shark pool toys but isn't something I've ever seen in-person.

BONUS: The toy Bori takes a similar route to the Mynci, keeping the hard plastic idea but putting a twist on it by making the back plates into an xylophone, which is a fantastic concept. The multi-colored plates really draw attention to the concept and the rest the palette is a simple yellow with a few blue accents.

The only issue with it, and the reason it's a bonus, is that weird bone in its mouth. According to Jellyneo, it's based off a [checks notes] Toddlerz Toddlin' Tunes Puppy, which is just weird because Bori aren't dogs or even dog-adjacent. What was wrong with just making it a regular non-branded xylophone?

Least Favorite Species:

Koi: I absolutely love the idea of this being a bathtub wind-up toy; however, the problem is that the key, which should be the focal point, is so tiny and hard to see that I only noticed while doing this review that it's even there. Even putting that aside, there's way too many colors going on here, and the addition of stripes over the body is strange and does nothing but clutter the design. It's also strange that the back fin is a solid color and one piece while the tail is lobed and multi-colored; feels like those two should match.

[iwanttobeliv]

Yo soy Betty, la fea (Now and then)

Man, I’ve been meaning to write something ever since I finished watching the very first episode of Betty la fea, la historia continua but there were too many thoughts and feelings and too little coherence to make it happen, and yet, here I am trying it anyway.

Even in Brazil, a country that culturally embraces telenovelas, every now and then when I said Betty, a feia was my favorite, people would look at me funny. And it’s kind of difficult to explain or make people understand that there is just so much more behind Betty’s fringe, braces, and very peculiar laughter. Yes, Armando did yell a lot. And there were perhaps too many episodes focused on Sofia and Efrain's drama or those final ones with Inesita’s ex-husband, and when I managed to rewatch the whole thing, boy was I glad to be able to fast-forward these parts. Some of the sets, like Betty’s room were very clearly low-budget and full of strange choices that I could never quite figure out, and yet, none of this really mattered because the writing was phenomenal. The characters were engaging. The actors were brilliant. And the love story, that was just the best.

So I watched and rewatched. I managed to come across friends who were happy to talk about it and dissect all the things that made it work so well, and so subtle is the distinction that despite the many many adaptations worldwide, to me, none have ever been better than the original Betty.

When Betty was first aired in Brazil, I was about 15 and I can’t begin to explain how seeing a young woman who never belonged anywhere due to her looks resonated with me. Someone who was made fun of for being different and used a sense of humor to keep going. Someone who had hopes and dreams and felt none of them were within reach. And someone who managed to survive all the terrible things life would throw her way in pursuit of her happy ending.

And I guess this feels like something that needs to be said first.

As far as I'm concerned, what makes Betty so fundamentally brilliant is the fact that in YSBLF, when it comes to the love story, the guy falls in love with her being exactly who she is. No more or less. There are so many stories about the ugly duckling who manages to be seen after becoming a swan, and yet there it was, a story that showed that the duckling didn’t have to be anything else to be deserving of love and happiness.

Watching her we went through all ranges of emotion. I remember closing my eyes as I tried to watch her going through her first ‘transformation’ and the disaster it was. I remember feeling joy for her, for having such a good friend in Nicolas and such loving parents. I remember watching Armando as he was, having his feelings change little by little, all while she became an essential part of his life and work. And then, watching expectantly as we had to go through the awful plan he and Mario came up with and all the repercussions that would come of it. I remember thinking that JEA had to be a pretty great actor and that Armando had to be very well-written otherwise it would be impossible to feel anything but disgust for him and what he did. And then watching him fall for Betty utterly and completely. I remember sharing her fury and thirst for revenge when she found the letter. And then drinking up on every interaction between the two of them, knowing what she knew and waiting for the bomb to go off. And then to watch Armando go through hell and lose everything that meant something to him, and Betty trying to pick up the pieces of herself and survive the worst of times. And finally her triumphal return and what would soon enough lead her to a happy ending.

Last year, when we got the news of the remake and the OG was made available on streaming, I watched it once again and felt all those things all over again. But now, almost two decades later, with a very different understanding. I still loved every minute of it, but there were things I would have liked to be different.

Like many soaps, as soon as the main couple manages to patch things up it’s a quick jump to the expected happy ending, and while I fully expected Betty to get one, I couldn’t help but wonder, how a relationship could ever work after such a thing. Sure we knew Armando’s feelings were real and there, and all of that way before Betty, the ugly was made beautiful. But she didn’t. How could she truly forgive and trust someone who managed to betray her trust and make her go through hell as a result of deliberate actions? I would have liked to see more of it. It’s the one thing I don’t particularly enjoy in so many love stories and most soaps. How they are always in such a hurry to end the story as if by being together there was nothing else to be told about these characters and their relationship. Oh the potential wasted by their need of getting to the wedding and a baby on the finish line.

And then, much to my surprise, they decide that there’s more to tell. That the story didn’t have to finish there. [Yes, I’m aware of ‘Ecomoda’ just as I’m aware of the universal consent that it never managed to do justice to the characters we loved and cared for. Which is why, I think, the sequel now also made the choice of ignoring it.]

So now I’ve watched the first four episodes. And I have thoughts I would very much like to share and discuss. Things that I don’t particularly like, but understand. Things I wish had been done differently. Things I absolutely love. But this post feels already much too long. For now, I just want to say, I never expected the sequel to be perfect or to perfectly preserve what the OG managed to perform. But I’m genuinely happy we get to see Betty again. And to be able to laugh and cry with her, with all of them. 

It takes me back and it fills me with expectation for what’s yet to come.

Is it Friday yet?

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 4: HALLUCINATIONS

Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” (Billy Lockett, More)

Here's Day 4 of @whumptober 2024 a day late or two.

Elijah gets a break from suffering as tomorrow is a nightmare for him, so it's Finns turn.

Fell behind because I was distracted making the covers for the new fics this month and finished day 6 instead, anyone know how i can be stricter with myself please leave tips.

Northstar in stone- Finn time being involved in and looking after his siblings goes badly, he misses Elijah.

Set the originals season 3x 22

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There's something almost funny about this that Finn wants to laugh.

Elijah died for him, because of him, because of the same venom killing them now and the only thing he had asked was for Finn to protect them.

Living in a memory of a long forgotten time, Elijah flickering between the pale and fading man in a thousand dollar suit and the little brother in his old tunics.

‘I thought these nights were something I made up.’ Elijah had commented with poorly hidden confusion and awe.

‘We can start these nights again as long as you recover.’ he had offered later as Elijah grew less coherent even within the dream. Bargaining coming close to begging, he had meant it if Elijah had wanted once he recovered he would take them out the city, even bring the others if Elijah wanted, sharing it with Freya like he had once dreamed of.

Instead Elijah had asked him to look after the others, just protect them from the mistake Elijah took the blame from as if he hadn’t been the first to call for Lucien’s death.

Finn had tried, Freya found a way to buy Elijah time, and later Cami as well, they had even ended Lucien.

Yet still Finn failed, he was the reason this was happening, he stayed and killed for the family he had been on the outside of for so long and was the cause of Marcel becoming the beast.

Marcel had been a threat to Kol, since he still blamed him for Davina Clare's death, ignoring that the ancestors' curse had forced Kol to do the one thing he hadn’t wanted or that it was Marcel's own actions that had planted the first seeds of the ancestors resentment towards the girl.

Finn didn’t like the gir;l since she had cursed him to remain in the body of the beast but the choice to sacrifice her had been done for the greater good of removing Lucien and in the end she had been brought back while Freya channelled the ancestors to undo their work and unmake Lucien.

Marcel’s own words placed him against their family, maybe Elijah would have acted differently towards Marcel but Finn had been in the damned coffin when they brought the child and claimed him as family so Finn he was nothing.

And what Elijah’ thought or would have done may very well be out of their reach now, since the shard of Elijah’s soul he had somehow left with his sire line within Kol and sacrificed itself, first to shield the girl’s soul taking the attack that should have shredded Davina’s soul and spreading that damage to the rest of his soul within Freya’s pendant and them likely destroying the piece completely when it had sacrificed itself to cut off the ancestors connection.

Protecting them even when he was dead, possibly destroying any chance of the getting him back if they could not repair his soul, because of course Elijah had sacrificed himself, it was all he seemed to do; sacrifice his happiness, his freedom, any future, his health and his life, why not his soul as well. 

Sometimes Finn hates him, prefect on the outside, broken underneath when Finn’s damage had always been too clear. Hates not knowing it Elijah would have been different if he had managed to stop his own resentment and reached back everytime Elijah once reached for him instead of a rare few.

If Elijah had been less self destructive if he hadn’t let him take all the responsibility of their siblings, if he hadn’t been left in the box for nine centuries.

“You shouldn’t be here!” Kol’s shout pulled him from his musing, he opened his eyes to look at Kol as he was leaning on the back of a stuffed chair, using it to keep space between Davina and himself.

“You were just going to die without telling me.” Davina snapped, ignoring Kol’s attempt to keep distance.

“Marcel could’ve told you,” Kol offered, shrugging only to wince as it agitated the bite, Finn closed his eyes and he remembered the matching bite on Elijah’s skin,“or Elijah’s sireline’s death.”

Treat resistance is with a double dose. Lucien's voice echoed in Finn’s mind, it had just caused it to affect Elijah stronger but it hadn’t killed him any faster.

Hours in the car and his stubborn headstrong brother faded into a confused scared child. At least this time he was just as affected that he wouldn’t have to watch a repeat with Kol. The three of them had always looked similar, no doubt if he slipped up and mixed them up Kol would take offence.

Marcel was a threat to Kol, had proven in the past to be a threat to Klaus and since he was no longer tied to Niklaus though the sireline, was now free to act on it.

He had openly told them what he would do, ‘Whatever I have to do, Klaus I will find a way to hurt you. You will never be safe, not as long as I am alive.’ 

Finn had done as he had been taught from a young age, dispose of any threat without hesitation, he did wonder where Klaus and Kol got their tendency to play with their enemies, but then Elijah had always done his best to soften Mikael’s lessons.

It hadn’t mattered, no it had made it worse, Marcel had already taken the serum, making it the second time Finn had a hand in creating the biggest danger to their family somehow he was a bigger danger to his family when he wasn't trying.

It was an apt way that his life was going.

“Not the time for jokes.” Davina snapped and even with his eyes close he could see Kol’s weak smirk fall flat.

Marcel had come back, still angry at Kol for old hurts, still blaming all the wrong in his life on Klaus, fairly hating Finn for, well his crimes against the man even before he killed him.

Finn knew what he had done but Kol had made a comment over Marcel finally getting proof he was part of the family since he had been the only one Finn had never aimed to kill, and Finn wasn’t happy to realise it was something he couldn’t argue.

He had been trying to be better.

Elijah had asked him to, dark eyes struggling to focus, a furrowed brow, flushed skin. The night sky about them from a thousand years before.

None of it had helped in the face of Marcel’s rage, their was nothing to stop the new beast of that fucking prophecy from biting them.

“Please love,” Kol begged “I could hurt you, I don’t want- I can’t do that again.”

“And I can't watch you die again.” Davina told him firmly as Finn’s supernatural hearing caught the sound of Kol giving in and slumping into her hold.

This made it Finn’s fault Kol was dying again, as Kol had helpfully pointed out repeatedly since they had gotten away, the comments only dying down as the vemon's effect grew worse.

“More’s reason you shouldn’t be here.” Kol muttered always needing to have the last word

“No we were leaving, we were going to be free.” Davina’s anger was clear in her words, because that had been their plan while Finn had killed Marcel in instinct. Kol and Davina were going to flee the town after Elijah destroyed the Ancestor’s link, taking what could be the piece of his soul they needed to bring him back with it.

Finn had wanted to leave, that was the only reason he had gone to the compound when he was brought back, he wanted to be human again and run with Freya. To be free and instead he had placed Elijah’s shackles on himself to ignore the guilt.

“Family called, sorry.”Kol chuckled humorlessly. 

“I’ll speak to Marcel.” Davina said suddenly,

“Wait, no, Davina.” the chair cracked in Kol’s sudden movement  “he’s dangerous”

Kol hadn’t wanted his witch to return, they had both been free of the city and kol and phoned to beg her to stay away, yet the girl had returned.

While Finn didn’t like the little witch for dooming him in this body he was thankful Kol had someone for him.

He tried not to think of his jealousy, he should be happy that Kol had finally found someone he wanted to be better for, someone willing to face this family for.

“He won’t hurt me.” Davina reinsured.

“I don't want you getting hurt for me.” Kol replied the ‘not again’ unspoken but clear

“And I’m not losing you, after I just got you back.” she told him clearly, refusing to take any argument for his own good. 

It just made him miss his Sage.

They should have had more time.

He was alone in his family. Freya was trying to find a way to save them even as she was poisoned and dying herself, Elijah’s soul was shredded in the pendant perhaps too broken to even fix.

A hand on his cheek forced him to open his eyes.

He blinked as blurry sharp formed into her.

“Hello lover.” Sage smiled sharp and yet so warm, something always just his. She looked like her last saw her, hair loose in the modern way. The more he had learned about the current era the more he thought it suited her like the world had finally caught up to her views.

He allowed himself to get lost in her, refusing to question how she had found him, she always did.

He loved her, he would have lived an eternity as a monster as long as he could have her at his side, and yet he had been forced to send her away to save her from getting up in her brothers’ chaos. 

He had been right, the list of dead lovers Rebekah and Elijah had proved that, even Kol who rarely had that much attachment to anyone outside his research had names on the list.

She had waited while he was in the box, lived her life, he had never expected her to stop for him but she had come for him the moment she found out he was free, he had thrown away mother’s plan as soon as he had seen her, because any life was bearable as long as it was with her.

“Sage.” he sighed, reaching for her cheek, before he could touch her a small laugh could he ears, and he sat up, he knew that laugh as rare as it was.

There was a small boy not yet seven stumbling away from the hut in snow without his hat, dark hair clear to all to see and pale skin open to cold winds.

“Wait!” he called as he stood up ignoring as the world spun, “Elijah! Come back!” he shouted as he started after him unsure why his steps were unsteady, but he had to get to Elijah, his brother wasn’t well, he needed to get him somewhere safe.  

A flash of long red hair was his only warning as someone- it had to be Sage grabbed his arm, but he could let it stop him, Elijah was too small he’ll get cold and sick again, what happens if he doesn’t recover this time. 

The younger ones needed him.

The hands grip on his arm tightened and he looked down and blinked, red hair turning brown as his Sage was replaced with Hayley Marshall-Kenner her dislike for him warring with concern as she looked at him. 

She was never going to like him after he had tried to kill her daughter

“Finn-” she started swallowing painfully before adding, “Elijah’s dead remembered.”

“No no he was” right here dies in his mouth as he remembers the child he was just chasing was long gone, the brother whose absence was causing the pain in his heart had died barely a week ago, in the place he had been bitten .

The other reason Hayley hated him.

The energy he had gathered fled him and the only thing that saved him from hitting the floor was the woman catching him.

She placed him back on a sofa and he closed his eyes for a moment opening them again to Freya’s concerned face,

He finally had his sister back and was losing everything again.

He wanted Sage and her always confident hands and sharp smile.

He wanted Elijah, alive and taking charge of protecting their family.

Their family, if only he had accepted that a millennia ago, then they might not have gotten into this mess.

[yuseirra]

Onk spoilers(166)!!

Found out what happens in the last chapter!!

Oh seriously though??? It was the worst in a lot of ways but actually, I'm SO RELIEVED because

It explains literally nothing... There is NOTHING at all to take away. I really can believe in what I theorized with so wholeheartedly. That really IS the best way to make things work. I'm going to attach drawings to go with it and upload it on pixiv with the explanation because, it DOES make everything come together without even having to change a single thing. Believe me, I really think that should be the way, maybe the ONLY way to make things ACTUALLY WORK.

gosh I was prepping for the WORST of the WORST and it's helped. It's so bad but I can still draw. I can still theorize if it's like this but what is the point of doing that for a series that's been completed huh????

This is so half-baked;;;extremely so...

No but you can't write like this unless you just ditched the writing. Nothing is explained. Oh wow. Thank goodness I can still draw hikaai, I really DON'T THINK HIKARU HARMED AI. HE MUST HAVE JUST TRIED TO SEND A BOUQUET. What the heck though??? Shouldn't they explain the truth??? Shouldn't they really.. Reveal what happened regarding him and Ai before the series go? What if he REALLY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING? Do I HAVE to believe Aqua's thoughts that Kamiki manipulated Ryosuke to kill Ai by showing him a toothbrush that she's left in his apartment? How can Ryosuke's actions be justified?? And how IS that manipulation? How can you be so triggered over a freaking toothbrush. It would NOT have had ANY EFFECT on normal people. Ai even drew a cute heart next to her name, could be out of habit but considering how she is afraid of revealing herself and opening up to people, I figure she was quite happy and relaxed when she was around with Hikaru you know. They WERE loving.

What I wrote earlier EXPLAINS EVERYTHING. About how the star eyes work and came to be, what Hikaru had been doing and why he was so attached to Ai and was so desperate on seeing her again, how Ai is a "star", the idea of gods and missions and what each twins had as their mission, it also explains how Ruby "shines" brighter than anyone, the part about wishes, why Aqua had to take those extreme measures and give up his all, how Hikaru managed to do all these weird stuff and why people kept dying around him, and it also predicted the ending pretty well. That theory I have CAN explain everything in a very coherent sense. It makes everything add up together. That HAS to be it. It really just... Only adds to what this whole story is. It can't be otherwise. Because nothing is explained.

But the writers have to...take responsibility for their work, this is really like a normal ending in a video game that you get when you fail to collect all the hidden items and all. Can't they draw out a true ending??? It really seems like everyone failed in this particular timeline we're seeing as a comic. Since they stated everything is fiction, can't there be multiple endings then?? Aqua took the wrong route. I honestly.. See this piece being so. He should have followed his mom's wishes(grow up healthy, help the dad) idk, collect more items. This really DOES feel like a bad ending of a video game but surprise!!!

It's not the worst for me because we still don't know what the heck Hikaru is and I sincerely believe he really is a noble god who fell after being tainted by the industry. And we STILL don't know if he is the one responsible for Ai's death so I might as well believe him because WHY THE HELL WOULD HE GO AFTER HIS ONLY LOVE. HE WAS SO PASSIVE. I studied psychology that guy can't do it. If he were to get back at her he would have done it not so short after the moment she left him, why wait four years and...attack her when she called him up to come visit their children who strikingly resemble both him and his beloved Ai. They look so much like him too... He said himself he has paternal feelings and I believe that!! Because why wouldn't he, they take after him and the one he loves so much.. Wouldn't THAT be so precious?

And the fact that Ai really loved Hikaru didn't get refuted so that's a solid fact. Even if they add something in the final volume, there's no way they're going to overturn it so my interpretations of her feelings to him and him towards her are SAFE. Thank goodness.

But there's still NOTHING to take away from. In fact, it makes the message even worse;; not going to say much but it even negates this idea that was set forth in the recent chapter as well?? So what are they trying to say with this piece?

Oh but at least my favorite characters are SAFE from the author's hands!!! Nothing is worse in terms of them. In that case, I can feel free. I can draw them. I had no idea that they wouldn't even make a single appearance in the final chapter but that may be better than showing up and being horrible portrayals, at least what they had with each other's set in stone. That's good news. See? I can hope! My chest is actually lifted because it isn't too different from what I thought would be. The 4 recent chapters(I'm being so generous here) have NOTHING to offer. It doesn't have a point.

Hikaru drowning, let's say, that part can be actually from the myths if he's the embodiment if Sarutahiko. I care for him but I can see how that is. Everything after that point though? Oh, I can draw out something while maintaining the themes and message while making Aqua live and Ruby "shine" bright as an idol as "Amaterasu". I'm sure many artists will be willing to as well.

They have to get back to these ideas about gods and missions, why aren't they doing that? It really IS what that can make this story come together so why don't they do it?? Why were those things there? I really think that must have been it!! It explains everything!! It works!!

[riddleredcoats]

I just finished my first playthrough of Veilguard and boy oh boy, do i have thoughts.

but, TLDR:

Bros, this game is so fucking strange.

It literally giving me everything I wanted; every theory for the past 10 years I've had to speculate is bang on, they bring niche characters in a way that makes sense, they give us nice romances, they give us cool combat, EPIC set pieces and then [gestures].

Anyway, this is more for posterity than any real, coherent thoughts.

The Good:

I don't know what sort of wizardry the devs at Bioware made for this game, but this game runs smooth AF. Actually insane in the year of our lord 2024 that a AAA viddy game manages to do it. Kudos must be given.

The art-style grows on you really fast, actually. And considering what happens in the game, especially in the back half, I think making it more stylised was necessary to also compliment the aforementioned point of it running smoothly.

There is in fact, a lot of dark themes in this game. I don't know what game some reviewers played, but to say its basically a clean version of a DA game is... just wrong. I have a theory, in the Bad section, about why they believe that is the case, but Veilguard is filled with Dark Themes.

The set pieces of this game are fucking insane. Like, there is no comparison to any other Bioware game. Even ME3 with its bombastic set pieces isn't a match to Veilguard in the prologue. The Siege at Weisshaupt? Gagged the whole way through. That last 2-4hrs of game were amazing and while I have beef with it - further down - for what it is and what it is trying to be? They succeeded. Some of the best viddy game I have ever viddy gamed, frankly.

The lore drops are also insane. I basically watched all of Solas regrets back to back to back and basically it was confirmation upon confirmation upon confirmation. I'm still in the high of the Solas/Mythal confirmation and that happened like 3 days ago, lmao. And if you know me, you know why - it goes wayyy beyond Solas and Mythal for me, personally.

Morrigan's place in the narrative. Keeping it vague, but just [gestures to all of it].

Issenya... Just... Issenya, man.

The companions. Yeah, they're all great, I don't think there's really a dud one. Sure, I connected more with some than others, but man- these companion quests are involved and meaningful and progress the story. You do get to know them very well. Harding, Neve, Davrin and Emmerich will always have a place in my heart for their questlines, even though I love all the other companions too - but those really resonated with me.

Combat. Holy shit, a DA game with a fun combat system. That's all really.

The Middling

The music. I don't love it but I don't hate it. I can count on one hand the amount of times the music made me feel something - basically the last scene of the Harding questline and when The Main Theme came in during the final quests. Trevor Morris reigns supreme; I teared up more for The Lost Elf theme return than any other musical moment in the game.

The pacing of this game is... baffling. I'm not sure if its my own fault for basically trying to do everything in the first act, but Act 1 took me like 40 hours, while the remaining two acts took me 20. Weird. Will need to experiment because it might absolutely be on me, but yeah.

The Bad

It's basically one thing but honestly, every time it was brough up it was like a dagger piercing my heart while my stomach was stepped on by a bronto.

The lack of geopolitical talk both past and present.

Much as been said from the infamous 3 choices that Veilguard imports - and I will say, that even those 3 are laughably implemented imo - but never is it more felt than in this aspect. The past straight up does not matter. Worse; they actively disregard it imo. There is no difference between world states, no world leader talk, no nothing. It is just... nothing. And listen, the specifics deserve their own post eventually, but im just processing shit still.

The game is really fun, and the themes and characters that are there and the lore is fantastic and when im locked in, I'm REALLY locked in, but then when I try to put it in the context of the past games, what I loved about it - the politics, the disagreements, the sheer brutal way that history and prejudice can just fuck up a country, Veilguard just... it feels hollow, without any bite or flavour.

And this is the crux of all the problems, really, in the present in Veilguard.

The way people talked about the dark tone being gone? Yeah, I can see it here considering that there is no distinction between Dalish and City Elves anymore basically. The discrimination against elves is just... gone, apparently? Which is insane - because we are in Tevinter and it's just... abandoned? The way Rivain is all cool and shit about Magic and Spirits with like zero nuance or, more imporantly, any real consequences when [gestures to the past games] - it just makes the South Really Dumb because of course they are now ig. The Crows - these assassins that bought children to train, in what amounted to a sponsored slavery ring - are now freedom fighters and all the nuance of the assassinations is gone? The Wardens are fine mostly, really, but they are suddenly very above board all of the sudden.

And that's the whole thing here.

They have tried to make everyone stay so above board, to make everyone The Perfect Ally That No One In The Real World Can Criticise, that it retroactively sucked all the nuance and Flavour For Thedas At Large out of the story. It made the story worse because everyone is just so gosh dang nice and A Super Ally when in past games the conflict, the flavour of the Whatever Big Struggle was that everyone hated each other and was constantly in-fighting. Which made it fun and interesting to play.

Okay, sorry i forgot I had another one:

the fuck is that ending credit scene? with the executors implying they have been behind everything since DAO? Oh man, Bioware you can't do those types of stories - you tried in ME3 and [gestures]. Why can't Loghain just be a dude traumatized by Orlais which led to All The Things in DAO? Why can't Bartrand just be a greedy bastard whose actions bring about DA2 and DAI and basically informs Varric's character from then on?

What the hell.

Anyway.

Yeah, initial Veilguard thoughts.

Oh yeah, and Neve is hot and I love her.

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number 50 for the rogue one crew!! knowing full well that i have a prompt of yours regarding that very crew wallowing away in my inbox .... humblest apologies

50. the hands of fate (from this list) a quick sequel to this. cross-posted to ao3 here happy more joy day 2024 🩵🤍💙

Baze spent a good twenty years of his life listening to Chirrut tell him that they couldn't leave Jedha, whenever the subject arose. Baze's arguments—that their fellow Guardians were gone, that their religion had been all but wiped out, that their holy city was overrun by the Empire, and that there was nothing left for them there—had never made much of an impression. Chirrut remained adamant that they needed to stay and when Baze asked him why, he only said the reason would become apparent in time. Baze, at least, had a lifetime of experience listening to Chirrut's vague proclamations to prevent him from getting too annoyed with this non-explanation. Being more in-tune with the machinations of the Force than Baze is, and being deeply beloved by him regardless, Chirrut can get away with such things.

He'd almost shouted at him on the ship as they narrowly escaped the destruction on Jedha. Had that been why they needed to remain? So they could watch their home, already stripped of its autonomy and its peace for so long, finally be annihilated before their very eyes? His eyes. Chirrut does not—cannot—watch. He hadn't been sure who, of the two of them, was the luckier in that moment. But they hadn't been alone then. They were surrounded by strangers and, while he wasn't above giving Chirrut a piece of his mind with an audience present, he hesitated to give these people on whom their lives now depended the impression they'd picked up two raving mad men in the desert. After that, everything else had happened too quickly for Baze to have the luxury of deep contemplation and the matter had been pushed aside in favor of following the captain, of helping Jyn, of keeping an eye on their pilot. Arguing with Chirrut would have to wait.

Baze is ashamed to say he doesn't put it together on Scarif, not even when they'd all nearly died. He doesn't put it together when they're back with the Rebellion, keeping vigil in the medbay as, one by one, their crew—Rogue One, Bodhi had called it—healed up and moved on. He doesn't put it together even as he watches with mild amusement as Jyn and Cassian grow closer and closer like two trees twisting around each other in the wild, becoming inseparable as he and Chirrut did long ago. He doesn't put it together when what he once thought of as a natural tremor disappears entirely from Bodhi's voice, replaced with a tone of gentle command, or when the frost melts entirely from Jyn's demeanor when she interacts with her partner's droid and he is so entirely shocked when that same droid delicately—delicately!—inquires about Jyn's bloodwork halfway through her pregnancy and listens sympathetically as she rants about the medical droids the Rebellion employs that he can be forgiven for not noticing it then either.

No, he only puts it together when he's sitting with Kitri in his lap and she wraps her whole fist around his pointer finger and refuses to let go. It's a random, seemingly insignificant moment for his heart to stop and the whole of his life to suddenly come into sharp and coherent focus, but he assumes no one really gets to choose these things or their timing for themselves.

Next to him, Chirrut makes an inquisitive noise, which probably means Baze stopped right in the middle of speaking.

"This is why we couldn't leave Jedha," Baze says, impressed that he's managing any words at all right now amidst what could most reasonably be called a life-changing revelation. "This is what we were waiting for, all that time. Them."

"Of course," Chirrut says, wiggling his fingers within capturing distance for the baby, much to her amusement, not seeming to understand or appreciate that Baze is going through something at the moment. "You mean to tell me you didn't know that?"

"You're telling me you did?"

"Not beforehand. I'm not psychic," Chirrut says, as if such a thing is entirely ludicrous to believe. As if that's not how it sometimes feels to Baze when Chirrut describes the way the Force moves around them all. "But the moment I spoke to Jyn, I knew. That's why we followed her and the captain! What did you think I was up to, if you didn't know until now?"

"I thought it was one of your strange whims, Chirrut."

"It's been years, you daft old man," Chirrut laughs.

"Yes, well..."

Chirrut shakes his head, amused. "You really will follow me anywhere, won't you?"

"Yes," Baze says, only vaguely embarrassed by the admission. "Don't act surprised."

Kit makes a noise of objection from her spot in his lap, the smallest foreshadow of an all-out cry, probably because she hasn’t successfully captured Chirrut’s hand with her own yet in this simple but frustrating game he’s initiated. Across the room, Baze sees Cassian, who has dark circles under his eyes again after many years of looking healthier and better rested (though these ones have appeared under happier circumstances), start to rise from his seat, ever watchful over his daughter’s moods and needs. Before he can get far, Baze sees Jyn put a hand gently on his forearm to arrest him and an entirely silent conversation happens between them in the brief eye contact that follows. He feels like he can read all of the beats of an argument and a counter argument and a surrender in the smallest lifting of eyebrows and lowering of lashes.

“We have help,” Jyn says, softly but firmly, as if they’ve spoken all of their concerns out loud so far.

“I know,” Cassian replies, and settles back in next to her. He briefly closes his eyes and rests his head on the back of his seat. Jyn doesn’t take her hand off his arm until he moves it to rest around her shoulders a moment later. Looking over to Baze, Cassian adds, “If you need me to take her, though—”

In the very same moment that Jyn reaches out to swat him for that, Kit screeches with laughter, having finally captured her other uncle’s hand and covered it in an unfathomable amount of drool in an incredibly short amount of time, and diverting Baze’s attention from her parents at last. Next to him, Chirrut smiles with a dangerous amount of pride.

“The Force moves delightedly around this one,” he says, surrendering to this injustice with good sportsmanship as always. “She would have made an excellent Guardian.”

Before the pain of that pronouncement can hit him, Baze hears Jyn speak up. “Good thing we picked up a couple of them in our travels back in the day,” she says, turning to Cassian. “Smart of us, wasn’t it?”

Cassian nods, not so successfully hiding a smile. “Wouldn’t want her squandering any of her potential,” he says. “You’ll have to keep an eye on this connection to the Force, Chirrut. Let us know if she needs any training…”

Chirrut lifts his head at that, looking like a hunting animal picking up a scent. The idea of it hadn’t occurred to him either, then, which makes Baze feel less stupid for not thinking of it himself. He’d grown so accustomed to think of the Guardians as gone and dead, like Jedha was, or at the very least nearly extinct. Kitri’s far too young to have the survival of an entire religion on her shoulders, but he and Chirrut can tell her the names of their teachers and elders and friends and their stories will survive for another generation. There are other children of the Rebellion, too. Their way of life need not die with them. It’s a heady, baffling new feeling, this untempered hope. They’ve been rationing it out carefully among them for years and to have his fill of it all at once is slightly overwhelming.

Chirrut’s expression would be closed off to anyone who hasn’t known him for fifty years, but Baze sees through its defenses quite easily. He sees the surprise and the awe and the barely guarded delight all there plainly. Chirrut turns his attention down to Kit, still chewing on his hand happily, and runs a palm over the sparse but silken hair on her head lovingly, and something heavy and ancient slots into place in Baze’s soul, the final piece of a long forgotten puzzle settling in where it belongs.

“Good to see there are some things in the galaxy that can still surprise you, old man,” Baze says, not sounding nearly as irreverent as he wishes to.

Kit laughs in the same moment Chirrut does, like she’s in on the joke somehow, like she’s been waiting for it. And who knows? Maybe she is. Maybe she has.