#also he makes me cry i love duality

[mummifiedgoose]

Okay guys I've seen the cornetto trilogy and every mission impossible movie where else can I oggle simon pegg I'm taking suggestions

[hidrogenium]

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❤️💞💥💕💓❤️💥💞 LOOK AT MY BOY LOOKING GORGEOUS OMG❤️💞💥💕💓❤️💥💞

Little brothers doodle since I haven’t seen them all in the same room in a while ❤️

@braisedhoney @beartitled

Also both my Narry and Bear’s Narry barged into their big brother’s Parable for fun. 👍

[sugawhaaa]

💄ateez smut headcanons💄

🌸💫how they sound in bed💫🌸

A/N:: I'm not gonna say this everytime but I just wanna say this is for shits and giggles don't take it seriously and these are just my opinions 👍 anywho this series is ermmm moving fast...

Ateez h/c masterlist:: here

Hongjoong

I think Hongjoong is very two-sided during intimate hours. He's either fucking the lights of you or he's crying beneath you there is no in-between. When being dom Hongjoong would mainly make hissing sounds, seething through his teeth. When getting more intense he'd make little grunts and groans but that's just an occasional thing. He's also a huge dirty talker, like huge. He'll make you scream all kinds of humiliating things just to cum.

When submissive he's so noisy ugh he can't stay quiet. Studio sex is common for him but he cannot stay quiet at all, just moaning and moaning. I feel like Hongjoong moves his head a lot when being dommed. If you're sucking him off he'll look down and watch for a while before throwing his head back and moaning before repeating. He whimpers a lot too with little sniffles in between.

Seonghwa

He has a bit less duality when it comes to sub and dom, it's more rough or lazy. He's definitely the type of guy who makes your bed creak and inch up as he ruts into you. He's generally pretty quiet when going rough but when he does make noise it's usually moans and soft grunts. Other than that it's all dirty words coming from him.

During lazy sex, he'd often like you to ride him. He can just lay back and watch his sexy girl ride him. He's a bit more submissive in this state. His moans more pathetic and his hips reflexively bucking up but generally still the same. I feel like the only thing that's different is he might let out low little chuckles when watching you. Idk he's just that typa man. It's the facial expressions you have to watch for with this man because he may not be making any sounds but his mouth is hung open in a perfect 0 shape and his eyebrows are curled up toward each other.

Yunho

Soft continous whimpers and moans. He's just constant with his moans. They will increase in tempo and in pitch as he gets closer and closer to the edge. This applies no matter what. If he's on top, bottom, side to side, it doesn't matter. Flip him upside down and he still can't stop moaning. His voice will be hoarse the next morning but he sounds hot as fuck so win-win.

Yeosang

Very similar to Hongjoong except more pathetic when on bottom 💀 he may have a deep voice that sounds like heaven to the ears when whispering all of his dirty little fantasies but trust me he's a whore. Whimpering, crying, begging, shaking. His voice goes from sounding like it's from the deepest depths of hell to being a little baby. His voice cracks a lot and he takes big gasps of air. He always swallows really hard, like you can hear it.

When on top its pretty simple. Just little moans and grunts. Grunts especially with deep thrusts.

San

Lazy sex enthusiast. I think San is generally pretty quiet but he definitely whimpers a lot. They're soft almost little squeaks for mercy >.< also, the type of guy to gasp for air and seeth through his teeth whether he's on top or not. When he moans it is pretty consistent but it's only near his peak that he starts to moan but it's non-stop until he cums. Sans real pleasure doesn't get expressed through his sounds as much as it does his body. Shaking, jerking, squirming, his body completely moves without his control.

Mingi

Biggest duality in the entire group. When he's submissive though, it's pathetic. He will scream and yell if he has to. His whimpers are constant and loud as well as a mixture of everything else. Sobs, whimpers, huffs, gasps for air, teeth seething, you get the vision. He also drools a lot when he's being edged 🤭 when Mingi is getting pegged or any other type of forcibly submissive treatment he loves to bury his face in a pillow.

When dominant he's a little crazy...he hardly gives himself time to moan with all the dirty words he groans out. That's when his low voice really becomes handy. He'll also let out little growls and grunts when on top. Generally speaking, he's more of a dirty word dom as apposed to a dirty sounds dom.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung is very much a soft pouty moaning guy. I really don't know how to describe wooyoungs moans. Soft little gasps, whimpers, and very breathy moans. If you were in any position where his mouth could be close to your ear oh lord it would feel like heaven. If he had you bent over or on all fours he'd lean in moaning in your ear as his breath trails down your neck. I think of Wooyoung as a passionate sex guy. He really wants to cherish every single millisecond of your body in/around his so most of his sounds are just by instinct and he's not really thinking about them so sometimes he gets really loud and intense out of nowhere>.<

Jongho

He's very double-sided as well but in a different way. For him, it depends on the day. You could ride him, do doggy style, or missionary but the thing that changes for him is whether or not he's in a submissive mood. One day you could ride him and he's whimper and gasping for air, grabbing your hips until his nails pierce your skin but the next day you ride him he's groaning, talking dirty, and forcing your hips to move in a certain way 🥴

[ymaohoh]

Hellcheer Fanfiction Recs

So I've gone mad and read like a hundred hellcheer fanfictions over the last two months. I wanted to make a list of my favourite ones to share. Updated: May/2024

You want Chrissy joining the Hellfire Club AU? take a chance on me by WomanOf1000Faces Roll For... by Not a Little But A Lottie (klarolineagainnaturally) The Matchmakers by margaerystark and rebeccacatherine You want Hellcheer from an alternative character POV? still awake, playing chase with the sunrise by cyraclove (Max) The Cheerleader and the Hellfire King by cunninghamschrissy (Dustin) she said to me, forget what you thought by kattyshack (Max) You make me the best kind of nervous, pretty sure you do that shit on purpose... by PhoenixTalon (Will + the freshmen) for the freak and the princess by thehellcheervoid (Anysia) (Jonathan) Stereotypes by shroomyystar (Mike) A Gentle Nudge by bigdumbbambieyes (Billy) You want some smut with awesome plot? honeycomb by cyraclove Late one night by AdelaideElaine and sequel (featuring Rocky Horror) Rose-tint my world talk me up so sweet by kattyshack A Very Harrington Christmas by justhere4thevibez Play Me Better by justyrae (featuring sexting) a king beside you, somehow by justyrae The Long Way 'Round by Anonymous when you’re dressed in black from head to toe (think I like you best) by cunninghams You want some smut with fluff? love you as much as i do by thehellcheervoid (Anysia) the only thing i want (when one drop hits my mouth) by cunninghams and justyrae wilted by cunninghams You want some daddy kink smut? oh, pretty baby, where’ve you been? by kattyshack got someone to hold me, call me his by agentmmayy You want some longing? synchronized denial by empress_of_snark Silver Smile by shroomyystar worthless players of a non-believer by cunninghamschrissy he comes to visit me (when i’m dreaming every now and then) by cunninghams i can see you by rose_n_gunses dust off my clumsy words & bad pick-up lines by kattyshack You want hellcheer beyond the grave? (brb - crying) Haunt me by IntotheTrees (Chrissy haunts Eddie) All Around Me by she_who_the_river_could_not_hold (Eddie haunts Chrissy) You want some wibbly-wobbly time travel stuff? i just died in your arms tonight by shroomyystar someone reaching back for me by enoughtotemptme You want a body-swap AU? Duality by broomclosetkink (also features the best Chrissy/Wayne moment I've ever read) You want a Eddie vs Jason moment? always be here (from now on) by brightblackholes You want a re-do of Season 4 where Chrissy lives? Chrissy and Eddie’s Infinite Mixtape by LovelyThings aesthetic chills by sloelimbs On the Other Side by JohnGreenGirlAo3 You want a Chrissy/Eddie moving on from Vecna fic? heart begins to beat by makeshiftcandy graceland, too. (whatever she wants) by cunninghams (bucket list AU) trailing stars behind us by HearJessRoar and the twain were casting dice by thehellcheervoid (Anysia) You want an AU Chrissy/Eddie friends to lovers with no Vecna at all? Confrontations with the Devil by Spitecookie You want a fake dating AU? twenty-one rules by elanor_gamgee we're a lie (you and i) by makeshiftcandy

[skzcre]

Skz stroke game…. Thoughts 👁️👄👁️

oh i’ve got some thoughts alright 😳

on team “slow, sensual and deep” we haaaave changbin, lino, hyunjin, lix n chan !! <333

it varies for each of them tbh, like. changbin and hyunjin are real romantics, they want to take their time to enjoy every single centimeter of your body. they want to watch your face twist in pleasure, they want you to grip tightly onto them.

binnie always has this self satisfied smirk on his face but pure love in his eyes, loves when you grab his biceps and arch into him when he goes particularly deep 🤧 still on board “changbin best stroke game in skz” hands down, we’ve seen the way he moves those pretty hips. you better believe he knows exactly what he’s doing.

hyune is just fully obsessed with you i’ve talked abt it like a million times and i can’t get over the thought of his jaw hanging in awe watching how you write underneath him. he kills me truly

now w lino, lix n chan; they’re just as romantic tbh. we all know lino has heaps and heaps of love to give and he also kind of loves having you at his “mercy”, he’s just a little bit more of a tease abt it compared to bin n hyun. he fucks you at a regular pace then stops to shove himself so deep in you you swear you’re seeing stars. then he coos at you, “mm, i know baby. it feels really good, yeah? you can take more for me, can’t you?”

lix n chan are still on the slow sensual spectrum but both of them … whew. catch them in a Certain mood and they’re just. i cant explain it in any other way than they’re just absolutely insane. they both have this duality, wanting to worship your body but also just loving the way you scream their name when they start pounding you >.< god chan in particular it’s like he’s curved perfectly to fit you, always hits that sweet spot that makes your toes curl.

on team “it varies but either way they have you basically crying by the end of the night” we have seungmo n imie <333 similar to lix n chan it just depends on the day, what kind of mood you catch them in.

both of them are absolutely meticulous in the way they practically pick you apart, pure teases through and through. both of them are highkey bullies, will get you completely riled up with their words alone then constantly bring you right to the edge of heaven before dropping you just to hear that desperate whine.

i cant decide who would be meaner honestly 😖 seungmo speaks in such a way that makes you feel tiny and helpless underneath him, his stroke game isn’t the best in comparison to the others (not saying he’s bad) but he more than makes up for it with his words, fingers and tongue <33

and imie .. an all rounder really. bullies tf out of you, can be ruthless as hell about it, trades between slow deep thrusts and pounding your lights out to keep you on your toes. that being said he can get rlly overwhelmed by just how good you feel so he has to pace himself or you’re getting fucked through the floor.

n then on team, “absolutely amazing but still a wildcard” we have bby han <33 he’s got the duality, he can be anything you need him to be. he can fuck you nice and slow, kiss you real sweet and tell you how much he loves you. he can be absolutely filthy, pull your hair and leave bites and bruises everywhere; call you his pretty little cumdump. as expected of the ace, we love a multifaceted boy.

so to summarize with a ranking, best to “not as good” (i don’t wanna say worst that sounds bad :p)

changbin

lino n hyun tied for second imo

chan

han

jeongin

felix

seungmin

[callofdudes]

141 + Alex + Farah + könig and three favourite video games headcanons ??

Ghost:

The duality of playing both Dead Space and Animal Crossing.

Anything horror, a good shooter from time to time but he's realistically more about getting his blood going through tension, dark corridors, and good scares.

But will also make Animal Crossing characters of him and you so you can have a little house.

Gaz:

The embodiment of shooters, or story incorporated games like Destiny 2 and Halo.

Loves immersive large worlds that are tailored to his DnD heart. Elden Ring and Baldur's Gate are ones dear to his heart Also loves the online features.

Will play Mario Kart against Soap for hours.

Soap:

Similar to Gaz, he enjoys a blend of shooters and fantasy incorporated stories. Although Elden Ring frustrated him more than anything.

God of War Ragnarok, Diablo IV and the likes. Plays his fair share of Grand Theft Auto. Burnout Revenge and other driving games.

Plays hardcore shooters and Fortnite with his sisters back home.

Price:

Tetris. No, not because I think this 37 year old is extremely old, but because Price understands that Tetris was and still is the foundation of everything good videogames are.

Also of the opinion that he played 2007s BioShock, Diablo II, and Wii sports. Oh, also Red Dead Redemption.

Alex:

Right off the bat, he was a Mario Kart kid, was raised on the LoZ (Legend of Zelda) games, and they all hold places in his heart. Also had a Wii and early version Xbox. Played Tony Hawk's Pro Skater.

Indulged in Grand Theft Auto at one time but never stole anything. He just slapped people and drove cars at ridiculous speeds for hours. Which leads me to my next point, racing games. TDU2 is one near and dear to his heart.

Farah:

If Farah were to play any game I think she'd enjoy a combination of puzzle games and action. She's as much a fan of online chess as she is of Skyrim.

Since getting into Skyrim she has tried other games like Fallout, but some of the themes have made her less open to playing.

Plays the HTTYD 2 game from 2010 and she enjoys it. She likes flying around and exploring, it's calming.

She joins Animal Crossing and Ghost makes a new island so they can cause absolute chaos together, and they both love it and bond over it.

König:

I'm so serious when I say this. Angry Birds Epic. Also played Far Cry when it came out. A lot of the games he played came from Germany based companies. (I know he doesn't live in Germany before y'all bite me)

He also played Battle Isle 2200 and Panzer General from 1994. Lots of older tactics games like that.

[ultimategenshintournament]

Ultimate Genshin Tournament: Finals

Propaganda below cut

Arlecchino:

Hot Evil Woman.

#the duality of arlecchino is so well done #Also her design is insanely attractive (via @rinrinlovee)

#women driven by their own agenda #implied to be fucking insane #people were disappointed she didn't actually kill the kids in her story but listen #that would make her no better than dottore #she's a bad bitch she refuses to run the house on anyone’s terms but her own #i love morally grey characters guys #arle has mystery and intrigue there is no telling what her next move might be #and she has her fair share of tragic yuri #the fact that she is harsh #that there is inherent immorality in her character since she trains orphans to be child soldiers #but the fact that she still cares deeply for her charges #and arle thinks the doctor is despicable and refuses to make deals with him #except one that allowed her to set the children free to take their own path #like i cannot emphasize enough how much depth is in her character #freminet reports that she doesnt like when the children cry #but she still brought him back an emblem of his mother #and told him the truth about why he is in the House #in fact she's deeply appalled when she finds out he's been lied to and told his mother no longer wanted him #she is incredibly perceptive and forward thinking #and fine ill say it shes hot #and she's ridiculously powerful #in her boss fight we dont even kill her. we don't even come close #she was just entertaining us as a test #also i really enjoy a character who can suffer such tragedy and carry it with her in her life #but then is afforded the agency to make it better for herself and everyone who comes after #no child will die for wanting to choose their future #wanderer saying that those who have seen through her cordial facade have disappeared #like how can you NOT be interested in her #i want to know desperately what her grand plan is #i think we as a fanbase moved on way too quickly from the fact that teenage arlecchino #KILLED A FUCKING HARBINGER #also the question of where is arle actually from still remains #what exactly *is* she? (via @stormyrainyday)

Furina:

girl deserves therapy and hugs and the best life in the WORLD because she went through a lot!!!! wouldn't pretending to be a god for 500 years with no support mess you up? and yet she still kept on going for her people!! she wanted to save her nation from a doomsday prophecy and she DID

After act 5 she deserves the world :(

“If all the people of Fontaine are on one side, and I am on the other…is it not obvious where the scales of suffering should tilt?” NO IT ISNT YOU’RE JUST ABNORMALLY SELFLESS AND INCREDIBLE AND PERSISTENT. Even the Archons praise Furina’s name and say she is a human with strength and capability worthy of an Archon. That’s not even to speak of Focalors. She snapped at Arlecchino when she implied that Furina had done nothing to preserve her people from the flood. Meanwhile every minute she was working to prevent the prophecy. A month after we took her to court and almost got her killed she agreed to help us direct a play, a favor for a favor

Guys, she deserves to win. She endured 500 years of torment and suffering. No hope in sight, just the knowledge that a trial, any trial, might signal the start of her life as herself. She sacrificed herself again and again: her reputation before the people of Fontaine, her happiness during the 500 years of her rule, and her very own divinity. Her trailer is literally just her worst nightmare coming to life. She is finding the joy in life again, slowly. Let’s be a part of that joy. Vote Furina!!!! 

Your honor, they're married and Arlecchino would want her wife to win.

HAVE YOU SEEN HER? SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL OH MY GOSH AND HER VOICEEEEE MY QUEEN MY GODDESS MY EVERYTHING WE NEED TO HAVE HER WIN THIS SHE IS SO PRETTY

she literally gave up her entire sense of self and sacrificed everything just to save Fontaine… all without ever knowing that she was the human side of the archon. She did everything because of her own sense of justice, because of her love for the people, because even she had to do her all for a chance for them to live on. Furina is the perfect example of what a leader should be, while also being so so very fragile and just…so very human. needless to say, Furina is perfect through being imperfect. So she absolutely deserves this win FURINA SWEEP REAL!!!

she managed to fool an entire nation and even the hydro dragon for 500 years. She literally put up the greatest act in all of history. All for one singular goal. The survival of Fontaine. And what did she give? Everything. Her soul. Her life. She is the epitome of the most amazing character design. And so she absolutely deserves this win!!

she literally was almost assassinated by the one she is up against right now. She literally almost was killed by arle. Literally WHY would you let arle win over our beloved queen Furina? Furina is a victim who is suffering trauma from her. She deserves the win more than arle! Payback for arle traumatizing sweet, innocent Furina…!!!!!

(image via @deityofhearts)

[lowkeychenle]

SOS [ZCL] (M)

Description: Road trips with Chenle are your favorite thing. Late at night, the two of you stop at a hotel, but it's not everything it seems to be. You barely have time to settle before you get a call to evacuate immediately. Beneath red neon flashing lights, you and Chenle have to try and escape the group of people hunting you down.

Genre: Smut (literally the first 1.5k is smut help) // Thriller/Horror

Content Warnings: Explicit, rough, unprotected sex (don't do the unprotected part), Chenle says pretty girl again (not sorry) and also slut because duality, also this fic includes murder and creepy elements with Psycho!Dream so do with that what you will.

Word Count: 4,127

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat the rest of Dream too!!)

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After being in the car all day, you and Chenle are both ready to settle down for the night. Concentrating on the road for so long makes your eyes numb. Chenle’s a few steps behind you as you slump on the bed, starfishing out a bit as you take a deep breath. The mattress is soft beneath you, the cotton comforter already warm enough to make you want to fall asleep.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Chenle says, making his way over to you. He nudges you over so he can climb on too, lying on his side as his eyes scan over your face. “We still need to find something to eat.”

You groan in response, shaking your head.

“Babe, you haven’t eaten in hours. You gotta.” He reaches over to play with the bottom hem of your shirt before his hand dips lower and lower and lower—

“I thought you were tired?” You raise an eyebrow at him, but you don’t stop him.

“Did I say tired?” He fakes pondering for a moment as he pops the button on your jeans. “What I meant to say was I’m tired…of not being inside you.”

You laugh, pushing his shoulder. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“Bold of you to assume I’m ever not thinking about it.” He traces along the fabric of your panties from hip to hip, repeating the motion as he leans closer to you. “We’ll be back on the road tomorrow and we’ll have missed this golden opportunity.”

“Well, you do make a valid point there.” Your voice drips with sarcasm.

“You gonna kiss me or are you gonna keep denying how much you want me?”

The words barely have time to leave his mouth before you silence him with the kiss he’s asking for. He immediately sighs into it, moving a little further over you. His tongue dances with your own as his fingers dip inside your underwear. He doesn’t have much range to move with your pants still on, but he somehow manages to find your lace-clad core.

Rubbing you gently, he rests his forehead on yours. “I’m gonna fuck you good, pretty girl.”

 You moan at his words, craving his lips back on yours. He stops, one finger tracing up your entrance to find your clit. His circles are mind-numbingly slow as he teases you into wanting him as badly as he wants you.

“How lucky for you we don’t have our usual toys.” He pouts, moving down a bit to kiss your neck. Leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses, his teeth graze across your skin.

“So lucky,” you answer, rocking your hips up to hurry his hand. Chenle can be absolutely brutal with edging if he uses toys on you. He likes bringing you so, so close to the brink before stopping. The pattern repeats until tears brim your eyes. He loves to see you so stimulated that you cry.

Two fingers press against your clit, a gasp escaping you in response. He chuckles but keeps his infuriatingly slow pace. Your body continues to heat up, especially with the thick layer of clothing you have on, and now that Chenle’s started this, all you want is him buried deep inside you.

“This is what I like,” he says, feeling the wetness soak through your panties. “I like when your body tells me you need my cock.”

“Chenle.” You push your jeans down your legs, but can only get them as far as mid-thigh. Crying out in frustration, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him in to give you another kiss.

His teeth bite down on your bottom lip, hard enough for the tang of iron to hit your tongue. You whimper into his mouth. Everything around you feels like it’s burning, and all you want to do is take off all of your clothes in an attempt to cool down. Chenle doesn’t change his pace for even a moment. He’s skilled, practiced in making you whine and beg and cry for more. You’re pretty sure you’re radiating heat at the moment, but Chenle doesn’t seem the least bit affected by it.

“You just want me to fill you up so bad, don’t you?” he hums, fingers moving off your clit to play with the soaked fabric. “I bet I’d slide right in, huh?”

“God, would you fuck me already?” you hiss at him, grabbing his wrist to pull his hand away from your core.

He smirks at you, but before you know it, he’s helping take your pants off. You sit up and pull your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room. There’s only one thought on your mind, and it’s how fast you can get Chenle out of his clothes.

Fabric sticks uncomfortably to your core. Thankfully, Chenle helps you strip him down to his boxers, where his length leaves a prominent bulge. You palm him, grinning to yourself when he lets out a shaky breath.

“You’re always so needy for me,” he breathes out. “Such a little cockslut, aren’t you?”

You reach inside to wrap your fingers around him, jerking him slowly. 

“All fours, get that ass in the air,” he commands and grabs your wrist to pull you off his length.

You don’t hesitate to do what he says. Making quick work of your panties, you toss them aside before pressing your chest and head against the mattress, back arching as you wait for Chenle.

He stands to slide his boxers off, and then the bed dips as he climbs on behind you. His hands grope your ass, squeezing roughly before delivering a smack that has your body shaking. Your fists clench the comforter.

“God, I love your ass.” He slaps the other cheek, the sound echoing around the room as you bite down on the blanket to stop yourself from being too loud.

You arch further, moaning as he massages where he most likely left red marks. Then he’s no longer touching you, and you push yourself back to tell him how much you need him. It feels embarrassingly good when he smacks his cock against your clit. He slides himself along your entrance, collecting your wetness on his length. Your arousal drips down your thighs.

“I don’t know, pretty girl,” Chenle coos. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

You nod the best you can, pushing back again.

“Not gonna go easy on you, baby.” The tip of his finger ghosts along your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake and shivers weaving through your vertebrae.

You feel like you’re ready to explode, and all you want is to have him buried inside you. Luckily for you, he’s getting impatient too. He makes it to your hair, and right when he slams you full of his cock, he grabs your head and tugs it back. You suddenly forget about the people in the rooms around you because you scream in pleasure, unable to mask it with the blanket anymore.

Without giving you a moment to adjust, he pulls out until his tip is barely in before rutting his hips forward. You hold on for dear life, the arch in your back dancing the thin line between pain and pleasure.

His pace is brutal. The bed creaks loudly beneath you, joined by the sound of his skin smacking against yours and the slickness of your arousal.

He pauses, nudging your legs a bit further apart with his knees. You question it at first, but then he’s thrusting again, his balls slapping against your swollen clit. The pleasure numbs your brain, and all you’re thinking about is how good he feels rubbing on your inner walls like this. He tugs harder on your head, straining your neck without missing a beat. His name slips from your mouth so many times, you lose count. If it weren’t for his grip on your head, he’d probably have you across the mattress by now.

“What a good little slut.” His palm strikes your ass. “Pussy swallowing my cock while you drool.”

You’re shivering at this point, body begging for release. His thrusts slow and he reaches around you to find your clit. His chest heaves, scattered breaths escaping him as his fingers glide easily back and forth on your sensitive bud thanks to being coated in your wetness. You feel it all the way down your thighs to your knees, where you know it’s soaking into the comforter below you.

The knot tightens in your stomach, threatening to unravel at any moment regardless if you want to stay like this forever. As you hit your high, your vision goes black and you shake. Next thing you know, Chenle’s shoving your head into the mattress and chasing his own orgasm. It only takes a few more thrusts for him to finish, filling you up with his cum.

He grips your hips instead, holding you against his hips as he gently rocks back and forth to help you both come down.

You catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder. His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes clenched shut, lips parted. This Chenle is one of your favorites—absolutely spent, so overwhelmed with pleasure he can’t even comprehend it yet.

You whine when he pulls out of you. Without his support, your body crumbles. He catches you with an arm around your waist, flipping you over so he can look at you. Both of you are shiny with sweat, his skin gleaming in the dim hotel lighting.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, climbing to hover over you and press a gentle kiss to your lips.

You smile softly, nodding.

“C’mon.” He gestures behind him. “We’ll take a shower and then go get some dinner.”

You nod again, unable to formulate a response just yet. He slides his arms beneath you, lifting you up and walking you over to the bathroom. Setting you on the counter, he turns on the water. While the two of you wait for it to heat up, he finds his spot between your legs and connects his mouth with yours.

“I love you,” he whispers. “You sure that was okay? Don’t want to be too rough with you.”

You shake your head. “Not too rough. It was really good. I love you, too.”

“Good.” He smiles at you, kissing your forehead. “Let’s get in.”

After your shower, you get dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of soft shorts, hoping his idea of dinner isn’t the two of you actually getting out of the car. You just want to eat and then go to sleep. While you run the brush through your hair, he comes up behind you and grabs it from your hands so he can do it for you. You sigh in appreciation, closing your eyes and enjoying him and the heated air around you.

“You look good like this,” he hums and kisses your cheek. “Ready?”

“Yeah, I’m actually hungry now—”

The power goes off. You and Chenle are suddenly draped in darkness, and you instinctively move closer to him in fright.

“What the hell?” he mutters under his breath, flicking the switch on the wall. Nothing happens, and as your eyes adjust to the pitch black, you catch a glimpse of irritation laced on his features.

“We should just go.” You tug on his arm. “They’ll probably have it back on by the time we get back.”

The air is so still that anxiety starts clinging to your spine. You roll your shoulders a bit, but the pressure pressing you into yourself refuses to let up. Chenle intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you both toward the door.

“We paid $200 for this fucking hotel room,” he grumbles. “It better be back on after dinner.”

“Speaking of, what are we eating?”

As soon as Chenle’s hand touches the doorknob, a bright red flash emits from the previously lit bulbs. Both of you freeze, the eerie feeling climbing up your back making the hair on your skin stand straight.

“Chenle—”

“Mayday! This is not a test!”

A robotic-like voice fills the room, and a soft whimper escapes you as Chenle pulls you toward him.

“Evacuate the building immediately!”

A warbly siren joins the voice, and that’s when the panic sets in. The room flashes red again, a steady rhythm between the pitch black and neon. What kind of hotel has warning sirens? Your hands shake as Chenle throws the door open, practically tugging you down the hallway as the countdown starts.

“Ten.”

Your heart throbs in your throat as your bare feet smack against the carpeted hallway. When you try to ask Chenle what the hell is going on, the words refuse to come out. You’re barely able to breathe. The red flashes start to hurt your eyes, and it’s just frequent enough to throw off your vision when they fade back to black.

“Nine.”

Chenle looks back at you as he slams the door to the stairway open. You frantically look around for any sign of anyone else, but it’s almost like you and Chenle are the only two people here.

“Eight.”

You nearly fall down the stairs trying to match Chenle’s pace, but you don’t feel the pain shooting up your legs. Adrenaline courses through you, and as you reach the third floor, you can’t help but wonder what happens if you don’t make it.

What happens when the countdown hits zero?

“Seven.”

“Come on!” Chenle shouts.

The sound is lost on you when the awful siren is still ringing through your ears. Your lungs ache from the lack of oxygen, but nothing matters—nothing except you and Chenle getting the fuck out of this place.

“Six.”

“That one was faster,” you finally say, digging your fingers into his skin to try and ground yourself.

“We have to keep going.” Chenle’s out of breath too. You see his chest heaving and the fear on his face every time the lights flash. Despite that, his words are surprisingly calm. You want to scream, but your tired body won’t allow it. You can’t.

“Fi-Five.”

“Chenle—”

You’re at the bottom floor, and Chenle sends the door flying open. You see the exit, so close that you can practically taste the freedom that comes from getting the hell out of this hotel.

“Three, two, one.”

“No!” Chenle yells, his voice ricocheting off the walls, echoing down the long hallway. Right before your eyes, a metal barrier drops in front of the door. Bile rises in your throat, and you shake as you grip his wrists.

“What do we do?” You almost crumble to your knees, the weight of the world on your shoulders as you contemplate what this means for you.

How the hell do you get out now?

“I don’t know.” He pants, tugging his fingers through his hair.

The flashing stops briefly, allowing you a bit of time to catch your breath as you and Chenle back up down the hallway. He keeps a tight grip on you, like he’s scared to lose you in the dark.

And then the red returns, and when you look back to where you once stood, your heart stops beating. A man stands there, twirling a knife with his fingers. His head tilts slowly, slowly, slowly, until he can’t anymore, and you see the faint shade of pink in his hair. He lifts the blade up to the wall, the sound of it scraping against plaster sending shivers up your spine. The white of his shirt is illuminated by the neon. One thing is written across it in big, scrawled letters: JAEMIN.

“Chenle,” you whisper, smacking his chest. His gaze follows yours, and you see the hard recoil.

“What the fuck?”

You turn the other direction, preparing to run that way, until you see a second man. With a dry throat, you back up toward the door leading to the stairs, holding onto Chenle’s sleeve for dear life. Silver hair reflects red. He stands impossibly straight, head lifted as if he’s looking down at the two of you. Gripping the base of an ax, he allows it to hang loosely at his side. His shirt matches the other man’s, but the word spelled out on his is JENO.

Chenle gulps, tugging you back. “We need to go.”

You don’t say anything, stuck in the middle of the two men like your body has frozen completely.

“(Y/N), now!” He finally snaps you out of your trance, and the two of you hurry into the stairwell.

You’re barely able to keep up with him anymore, every part of you wanting to stop running. There’s no way you can keep doing this for long.

You make it to the second floor, and as you round the corner to go up to the third, you halt. Narrowed eyes stare at you from the platform. Chenle runs into you, opening his mouth to ask you why you stopped until he sees.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Chenle tries to hide his fear—for your sake or for his own, you’re unsure—as the man at the top of the stairs tilts the container he’s holding. Liquid sloshes down the stairs, and it doesn’t take you long to realize what it is.

Gasoline.

You catch a glimpse of the word on his shirt—DONGHYUCK.

You get the sinking feeling to turn around, and that’s when you see another standing on the platform below you. He stands there, staring straight at you with a blank look on his face. His hands are buried deep in his pockets, his word reading: MINHYUNG.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him pull something out. A familiar sound reaches your ears—

A flame flickers to life from the lighter, illuminating his face. His hair is black, short with an undercut. He raises an eyebrow at you, taunting you to stay in your spot. The liquid reaches your feet, soaking them as it continues to trickle down toward the guy with the lighter.

As soon as you break from your staring contest with him, you and Chenle break through the door to the second floor. Running down the hallway, you take the first right you can. The room before you seems to be a conference room. A long, oval-shaped table takes up the majority of it, but almost like they were waiting for you, two more people stand at the back of the room.

The taller of the two grips a machete, a small smile forming on his face when he sees the two of you. His shoulders are broad, arm flexed with how hard he’s holding his weapon. JISUNG is sprawled on the white fabric covering his chest, and the man next to him says RENJUN.

He has darker silver hair than the other guy from the hallway. At first, he appears weaponless, but the metallic gleam around his fists prove otherwise. The pain and fear finally catches up to you, and your knees wobble as you let out a terrified sob. No matter where you go, they’ll find you.

They’re going to hurt you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. They’re going to hurt Chenle. 

The two of you aren’t making it out alive.

“Where do we go?” you ask Chenle.

Instead of responding, he tugs you back out the door. Before you’re able to go anywhere, the four men from before are waiting for you. They slowly close the distance, and Chenle puts you behind him, pressing you into the wall.

You grip onto his shirt, closing your eyes and hoping, praying you wake up from this dream soon.

“Stay behind me,” Chenle says, chest heaving.

The two from inside follow you out, and the group of six slowly get closer and closer until you’re able to clearly make out their faces. As valiant of an effort it is, you know there’s no way Chenle can take all of them on his own. Not without any weapons.

You hear the knife scrape against the wall, like it did before, but this time, much nearer. Shaking your head, you wish you could stop the tears rolling down your cheeks. The first one approaches—Minhyung—and his fist grips Chenle’s shirt.

Without another thought, Chenle shoves him back. Almost like he’s caused a chain reaction, the others move forward. Donghyuck aids Minhyung in ripping your boyfriend away from you, leaving you alone and afraid as he struggles against the other two men.

Out of instinct, you lunge forward to help, but hands wrap around your wrists, tugging you back so hard, you’re pretty sure you hear a loud pop coming from your shoulders. You scream, in both pain and fear, as you crumble down to your knees and watch as Chenle gets dragged away.

He’s shouting at you, begging you to get away, but you know it’s impossible. You must be getting dragged by Jeno and Jaemin, because the further you get, you still see Renjun and Jisung staring at you from the doorway.

You fight against them as much as you can, the sight of Chenle down the hallway urging you on. It doesn’t matter what happens to you—you need to know what they’re going to do to him. By some miracle, you get free of them, immediately bolting away. You think you’ll make it to him, but the second you get confident, Renjun steps in your way, reeling his fist back and launching it forward.

You crumple, the flashing red fading to black one last time before you lose consciousness.

When you wake, your head throbs. You attempt to move, but your wrists are chained together, the links connecting up to the ceiling. Your arms ache, your toes barely brush the ground, and you’re alone.

The events quickly come back to you, and you immediately look around for Chenle. The lights are back to normal, a dull, yellow glow making the wide, cement room around you seem that much bigger.

There’s nothing in here. Nothing except you.

Your heart is beating so fast, you’re sure it’s going to burst from your chest. Chenle’s out there somewhere, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s alive. If he’s somewhere, suspended midair like you are.

Tears brim your eyes, and you weakly shake the chains holding you.

The warbly siren sounds behind you, this time as if it’s coming through a cheap speaker. A familiar voice follows, the same one you heard earlier.

“Mayday! This is not a test! Evacuate the building immediately. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Fi-five. Three, two, one.”

You cringe as the lights turn off again, and at this point, you give up. If they’re going to kill you, you want them to get it over with. There’s no reason to make you suffer.

The red light returns. Rather than flashing, it stays on, and through your blurry vision, you see the six forms standing in a line about fifteen feet in front of you. You clench your fists.

“Where is he?” you ask, voice weak and feeble. “What did you do with Chenle?”

You hear a laugh, but it’s not from any of the men in your eyesight. A warm hand touches your waist, making you flinch and do your best to pull away from whoever it is.

“Oh, don’t be like that now,” the voice coos.

God, that sounds familiar.

The realization dawns on you right before he walks around to face you directly. Chenle. But he’s not your Chenle anymore, he’s dressed exactly like the men behind him, his name scrawled across white fabric. His fingers linger, tracing shapes on your skin through the T-shirt you’re wearing.

“What’s going on?” Your entire body trembles.

“I’m okay, baby. Isn’t that what you wanted to know?” He shows no traces of the man you know, his face blank and eyes emotionless as he regards you. “My friends wanted to play a little game with you. Wasn’t it fun?”

“Chenle…” More tears cascade down your face. Please, please let this be a dream.

“None of that now.” He tsks, reaching up to grip your jaw. “They wanna kill you so bad, you know. I told them no.”

Hope sparks, and for a second, you believe you might actually get out of here alive.

“Jaemin has a particular taste for the thrill of watching someone bleed out. He begged and begged, but I said no. I said nobody was allowed to kill you. Nobody except for me.” His eyes narrow, and his other hand tangles into your hair.

“Please…” is all you can muster.

“Thanks for playing, pretty girl.”

He jerks your head with one quick, clean movement, and the sickening cracking and popping of your neck is the last thing you ever hear.

[heikeee]

no but i need to scream into the void or i'll go mad. listen. kikyo wasn't a bitch. i don't think the way she was written did her any justice; it just makes her easy to hate. and don't get me wrong, this isn't about her relationship with inuyasha or kagome at all, i just want to talk about her as a character because she is one of the most complex of them and she needs to be looked at with more empathy.

i've said it before and i'll say it again: her whole thing is that she is tragedy personified. think about it. everything, and i mean every single thing that could have gone wrong in her life, HAS gone wrong. she had a difficult upbringing, having to raise her little sister and having to shoulder the burden of being the sole purifier of the shikon jewel (which constantly put her and her village under threat). she was never dealt an easy hand to begin with. then, she finds solace in love, tries her best to think of a way of unraveling herself from her duties to live a free life, while still caring for others selflessly: she took in onigumo, and he betrayed her. by pretending to be inuyasha, he had her think that her lover had betrayed her as well, and succumbed to wounds inflicted by him (or so she thought), while sealing him to the goshinboku.

the last wish she spoke of was to take the shikon jewel to the beyond with herself. later, kagome finds a way to actually destroy the jewel, which was what kikyo had intended to do but couldn't. in her heart, her last wish was to see inuyasha again. the jewel corrupts this wish and grants it in the most fucked up way possible.

her remains are robbed from her grave and she is brought back to life with NO agency on the matter, by someone who wanted only to exploit her powers. now, untethered from from her past duties, she is finally free to experience emotion. and that includes bad emotions. so anger, resentment, jealousy, contempt, loneliness, selfishness (and that's part of being human). every unfulfilled wish, the unfairness of it all. she spends the rest of the series navigating this undead existence, the duality of not belonging anywhere, constantly torn between doing what is right and what needs to be done to reach her goal, having no choice but to consume souls of recently departed girls to have the energy to fight her only fight (destroying naraku), all the while helping villagers and kids, and even the inugang, despite not wanting to align with their agenda at first. she contemplates sacrificing kohaku, yes, but ultimately her redemption is that she chose to save him instead of purifying the jewel in the end. she showed that she trusted the inugang to finish what she couldn't, and chose to spare another life, if possible (she says so herself in ch441)

it is very difficult to relate to someone that doesn't give access to her vulnerable side very often. her and sango are the two characters who had it the hardest and were forced to make the most difficult decisions out of everyone. but we love sango, even when she chose to sacrifice rin, even when she contemplated killing kohaku then herself, because we know where sango's heart lies and how torn she is about all of it. kikyo, on the other hand, is stoic and hardened by her life (and also post-life), but ultimately her biggest trait was kindness. we don't get to see her cry and be like woe is me about it, something that could've made us more empathetic towards her like we are with sango.

my point is kikyo deserves to be looked at through kinder eyes. she is a complex character, and she requires a bit more analysis and compassion to actually see who she really is. my tragic girl

[maevelin]

The thing about friends

You know friends are wonderful. They can be one's chosen family. They share secrets, weaknesses, truths. They are there for each other.

A true friend will be supportive, will hold you when you cry, and will know your fears and aspirations. They will even know your toxic parts too and be there for your nonetheless without judgement.

Now all that IS BRILLIANT.

But when true friends FIGHT, damn they know EXACTLY where to hit to make it hurt.

Take Penelope and Eloise for example:

-An insipid wallflower

-At least a I did something, all you do is talk.

Like...oh dear...those two!

Now many times in friendships there is communication and sometimes you can have petty arguments or you can actually hurt each other and like in every other relationship honesty and communication and forgiveness is the key to move forward and actually create stronger bonds and a more mature relationship.

THEN.

You get the Friends to Lovers trope.

And all is beautiful and great BUT friends can and will FIGHT. Either for legitimate reasons or stupid reasons. So while this trope is one that is meant to be romantic and sweet and safe and fluffy there is another aspect to it.

There is the transition from friends to adding to the lovers part which requires a form of change that shakes the foundation in order to build on it something new which can create insecurity too because you are now in new territory (plus point you are doing it with your best friend, you can do it together / negative point you are doing it with your best friend, if you screw it up you can hurt your best friend or worse...lose them)

And in all of that...Friends know each other best. And if they get to a point where they are cornered and suffering and they lash out (and that happens usually to the people we love the most) THEY KNOW WHERE TO HIT TO DO THE MOST DAMAGE. Most of the times they do not but if something truly hurts it can get the best of you, even for a moment, either it is intentional or not and by the time you regret it, it is out in the open.

So you get Penelope and Colin and they know each other. They grew up together and I do not know if you have sent letters to other people as a form of communication but believe me when I say...that THEY KNOW EACH OTHER. Their friendship is SOLID.

So friends to lovers and as sweet as that can be there is also the part where:

I Know your personality is fake. It is a ploy. Do you even know it? You are not fooling anyone.

Maybe this was part of your entrapment. (my ploy, your ploy, we ploy)

Both Penelope and Colin knew each other's greatest fears and traumas and even subconsciously they know exactly where to hit. That can be part of friendship too.

Then there is the duality.

Identity and Purpose was something both had trouble with.

Colin kept running away with his travels, he was searching for his purpose, he tries to fit in and be accepted and due to past trauma he changed his whole personality and wore an armor. He literally became a rake in order to fit in but also in order to show to "others" hey, you can't demean me anymore, I can best you in your game!

Penelope created a whole other persona in Whistledown to have a voice and it was her shield while she was still searching for confidence and a way to express herself and be included. And Whistledown could not tolerate a lie but she could also be a sharp instrument to hurt others who have given Penelope hurt.

Then you have the entrapment things, second duality.

Colin has his past with Marina.

Penelope's mother accuses her that she trapped Colin.

Their I LOVE YOU literally comes from this premise, that this is not a trap. This is real. And you are the one person, my best friend, that I know will never hurt me.

Now the entrapment accusation is leading to the fact that maybe their friendship is not real, it has all been a lie and their future holds a loveless match which is their combined greatest fear.

So when those two do not communicate as they should, given how THEY ARE FRIENDS, and how they know each other deeply, sometimes it is bound to get UGLY.

And guess what. It did. Realistically speaking...it happens. Especially if you feel betrayed by your closest friend. Or if you afraid you will lose your best friend and hide things and so on.

But in end it was alright exactly because they are true friends first and foremost and that kind of bond is unique and they kind find they way back to each other, solve their issues and become stronger than before.

Would I have liked a better way of showing this in basically only two episodes left in S3? Yes. I would. More scenes would have been nice too.

BUT the did show it. And I can appreciate the thought and effort.

[robjn93]

hi! ^_^

i was wondering if you could help me get into dc comics! i’ve always leaned more towards the movies/shows, video games, and fanon content.

if you have any reading guides at your disposal, i’d really appreciate them! even just naming a few starter comics would be cool.

i hope you don’t mind me asking this of you! i discovered your acc on tiktok and your edits made me wanna get more into the comics when i was formerly disinterested. your characterization takes are also pretty spot on!! :D

thank yew

IM GONNA CRY AND PUKE THANK YOU OMG getting into dc is not difficult but its also pretty challenging depending on which era you wanna read and which family you wanna get into. unfortunately im mainly a batfam-head so i have mostly suggestions about batfamily characters, i hope you wont mind :3

batman: year one is a must in my eyes but i dont see batman: ego advertised nearly as much and it pains me, its a very interesting read on the duality of bruce wayne and batman and an excellent analysis on purpose and motivations

after that, if you wish to continue reading batman related things, i suggest reading about the robins!

batman: year three (batman #436 to #439) serves as a retelling of dick and bruce’s first encounter and its the most used retelling, since it also introduces tim drake but i digress

year ones are your friends! robin: year one and robin/batgirl: year one are stories you should check out but, for the love of christ, keep AWAY from nightwing: year one. i dont know what they were thinking there. if you liked reading these, dick grayson could be the guy for you but, warning i guess, he has lots to read about so make sure to find a good reading guide for him.

after dick quits and becomes nightwing, jason todd is next and luckily the easiest read since he didnt do much except for dying (rip). he is super straight forward, batman: #408 to #425 and detective comics: #568 to #582. a good read for jason and bruce is also batman: the cult!

alas jaybin must die and so here comes a death in the family, batman: #426 to #429. im not a red hood fan personally but batman: under the red hood is kinda a must read. if you liked jason todd, i’m really sorry you’ll never see good writing again

after a death in family, you can read a lonely place of dying when that freak tim drake appears, batman: #440 to #442 alternating with new titans #60 and #61. TOOOOO GOOD. sorry.

tim drake is kinda complicated because the 90s were annoying but you can read detective comics: #618 to #621 and then after batman: #455 to #457 for the important things and him becoming robin most of all. after that the three robin miniseries, robin (1991), robin: the joker’s wild and robin: cry of the huntress are next and finally theres a big one, robin (1993)

if you like tim drake i plan on making a proper reading guide #soon so stay tuned i guess LOL. you cant have tim without stephanie brown, which kinda appears shortly after tim’s initiation as robin. detective comics: #647 to #649 are her origin story, showcase ‘95 #5 is a really underrated stephanie story and then you can just read robin (1993) since she is in there a lot.

i have a stephanie brown reading list ready to be reposted so trust it will be soon! finally damian wayne :3 read batman: son of the demon since its a way better origin for damian over the racist ‘talia is abusive and a r@pist’ morrison retcon.

damian is a really difficult character to get into cause unfortunately most of his stories are racist dogshit but the good stuff is GOOD. robin: son of batman will change your life 5ever. another fun read is robin (2021). to get hooked on daminika.

on the topic of batman’s supporting cast lets go with the batgirls. acknowledged as batgirls, we have barbara gordon tho she is largely more interesting as oracle! i wish you no harm so please don’t read the killing joke, it’s such a lame story and downright misogynistic towards babs.

just let it know that (sigh.) the joker left barbara gordon in a wheelchair. batman: chronicles #5 is genuinely one of the best stories ever, will make you weep and choke and die. after that, birds of prey (1999)’s yuriful antics will charm you.

the current batgirl, cassandra cain, is currently having an ongoing serie! her origin story is in batman: #567 and detective comics: #734. warning: she appears right in the middle of an event called batman: no man’s land so i suggest looking up batman: no man’s land reading guides if its too confusing for context. im really sorry. after that PLEASE read batgirl (2000). too good.

stephanie cheated and managed to be both robin and batgirl so you should read batgirl (2009) which is fairly context-less? or better, they explain most of the context in-comic so it should be fine.

these are the main batfam characters but, throughout reading, you might meet some new and maybe lesser known characters like azrael, huntress, anarky etc. etc.

a read that kinda exists outside all this is also gotham: academy which is quite new reader friendly and genuinely very fun.

hope you have fun :)

[sugarlywhispers]

k.eijirou + size and praise kink

☆– request; "hiiiii, i completely loved your bakugou + gf blowjob, it was 🥵🥵🥵🔥🔥🔥 could write a red riit praise kink pretty plsss??"

☆– a/n; lol, it took me a while to understand what "red riit" meant🙈🤣. so, this is my very first kirishima drabble, so i hope i did it justice(?) 😊🤍 and i added the size kink cuz yeah, i was in the mood lol bye enjoy!

Your back arched, your hands grabbing strongly the tie that held your wrists tied to the headboard of the bed, when you felt a second orgasm run through your body with force. The moan that escaped you was long and low in your throat. With your legs shaking, Kirishima gave a few more laps to your pussy before kissing gently and seductively your inner thighs, smirking against your skin when he felt the trembling of the muscles between your legs.

“You're gorgeous,” he purred, starting a trail of open mouth kisses up your body, giving your pussy another lap with his tongue that made you squirm. He paused for a few extra minutes over your the left side of your hip, pecking gently the little tattoo that decorated the skin which was a chibi replica of Red Riot–it had inflated his ego so bad when you surprised him with it, he couldn't stop always giving it a peck whenever he had the chance to; "it's a reminder that you're mine, kitten, of course im gonna love it!"–and then licked his way up to the valley between your tits, nipping at each nipple with playfulness before attacking your neck.

“My kitten came so beautifully,” he whispered in your ear and you whined, still not having any coherent thought in your mind after that strong last orgasm; but the feeling of the head of his cock teasing your entrance made you want him more. More of him.

“Huh? Does my kitten want more?” You could hear the smirk in his deep, low voice.

And you loved it.

You nodded, whining and moving your hips, rubbing your wet pussy against his cock. You heard him hiss at your action before he supported his weight on his forearms next to your body. He was so big and broad in comparison to you, that your biggest turn on was exactly that: the feel of being and looking so little every time he was above you.

His eyes were so dark when he looked at you, you could practically feel the need of burying himself deep inside you. 

“Answer me.”

Fuck, he was so fucking sexy when he went all bossy on you.

You bit your lower lip still captivated by his stare. He was so… intense. Sometimes you wondered how you managed to keep up with him. His duality of being the kindest human being on earth, but also a beast in bed was going to be the end of you.

You closed your eyes when one of his hands started to caress your body softly, starting from your neck, squishing gently one of your boobs; then his hand kept moving lower from your chest to your hips… and that's when you felt it; the slap against one of your butt cheeks. How did he make it possible to do that? You didn't know. But, fuck, it did make you moan, loud.

“I said, answer me.”

You opened your eyes, and you were able to see it in his. Fuck, he was so ready to fuck the lights out of you.

“Please…” your voice sounded rougher than you intended or expected.

He smiled widely, “Please what, kitten?”

You were about to start crying, so lost in the pleasure that only he knew how to give you. You whimpered when he stilled your hips with his big hands and entered only the head in you.

“Please… Fuck me, Ejirou,” you cried, begging and desperate for him. You couldn't resist it any longer, you needed him.

He grinned one more time, looking proudly at you while caressing one of your cheeks with his thumb before kissing you deep, his tongue savoring your entire mouth and fighting your tongue for dominance that you were willing to surrender to him.

“That's my kitten,” he smiled with his forehead against yours.

Your mouth opened in an ‘O' shape in surprise of his following action. He thrusted his cock deep inside you in one go, making any sound that could come out of your mouth get stuck in your throat.

“Fuck, kitten,” he growled, touching with his hand the bulge that formed his cock inside you on your belly. “Your pussy takes my cock so well… It was made for me.” 

He started to move, taking his cock out of you slowly and then getting back inside in one hard thrust, still keeping his hand on your belly. He enjoyed so much to see how small you were that his cock practically made a very noticeable bulge every time it went inside you. 

“Fuck! Look at this small and tight pussy… All for me.”

He was lost in his pleasure.

And you just knew that this was only the beginning of a long and pleasurable night.

[thehotelpod]

ONE MORE WEEK OF DOUBLE STUFF OCTOBER LETS DO SEASON 5 OF IZZY'S EPISODE ART

5.1 Merp and Burble

Our first Big Named Event arc! "BEHIND THE CURTAIN" which I'm almost certain I picked because we could do this cool ass curtain frame device. Izzy continues to bring the pain here with photo bashed curtains, a modified Madam Hotel horrifyingly cartooning about like bugs bunny to reveal our almost Trevor Henderson-like trail cam timelapse photo of Merp. He also gave me a number of color options on this one, maybe we'll have a section in The Guestbook Vol. II of bts sketches? I'll ask Izzy. This one holds a special place in my heart because Merp is, as devotees will recall, just Scary Slar.

rest of the season under the cut! (it's long, you've been warned)

5.2 It Watches and It Smiles

look! The curtain connects at the top! It's gonna be one long picture!

This monster was actually based on a 3 foot tall hard foam statue we had in our house growing up. It is actually scarier looking than you are imagining, made every one of my cousins cry, and is not only something I had nightmares about but also one of the main reasons so much of my horror is "something weird is Over There but looking at you". Full disclosure, one of the reasons I put this monster in this episode was so that Izzy would have to draw a postcard of it and maybe someone would recognize it and tell me what the hell it is because I have not so much as a single photograph of it. BUT then Izzy showed me this drawing, which almost completely hides the monster but it's just so so good I couldn't pass it up. The implied shape and DYNAMITE bloody palm fronds make this look so much like a 90s book cover I fell in love right away. We always try to keep those season and episode numbers in the postcards now too, but I think we forget sometimes?

5.2 Nothing Can Kill That Which Glowers

LOOK AT THIS ONE. Madam Hotel rotting in the reflection of the bubble (she was supposed to show up more in those episodes and sort of be in the process of rotting but she ended up being a single light instead.), I'm crazy about the Owner here, Izzy loves to always keep a little monster in the mix when he draws the Staff. And miss Manager POPS like an 80s music video. Lot's of subtle layers and textures here that can get overlooked, but just like the lake the Owner sinks into, it deepens the longer you linger (did you find the episode number?)

I also like to remind everyone that 'That Which Glowers' is the Grimace and this episode title is a reference to the Clerks cartoon.

5.4 We Are...Watching You...

But are you really LOOKING at it? Do you SEE Izzy's MIND? Lined up you get back to back Managers mirroring each other as well as Madam Hotel in the wings of the now completed curtains--these doubles ALSO frame what is hopefully implied to be the Lobby Boy's hand reaching for his Manager. All of this duality and connection not only reinforces what we know about the characters and show already but set up beautifully the new mirrors about to arrive...

5.5 The Bellhop

THERE SHE IS! There's my goblin girl. You get the bloody vision of the Hotel as Hop sees it as well as the framing for a triptych of the New Crew, each on their own floor. The New Crew stands apart from the Staff in that they have canonical designs immediately, so there tends to be less variation on their fan designs. However there was like ONE WEEK or so before this episode dropped where people were drawing Hop ALL KINDS OF ways. She's one of my favorite designs Izzy's done for the show and I think it's partially because she looks a little like ET.

5.6 The Concierge

Shut up. Shut UP. Look at those colors. Look at that face. Look at those shoulders. Look at those colors! THE COLORS DUKE! THE COLORS!!!! and those printing spots breaking up the lines, all layered over starlight?! It should be, at this point, very hard for Izzy to outdo himself but...he just keeps on outdoing it. We jump down a floor here and the Concierge has slightly more brick surrounding him than the Bellhop did so my pattern recognizers in the crowd can probably guess what's coming next--

5.6 The Auditor

It's been pointed out that Aud has gotten the most detailed description of the main characters on the show. I try to always keep it vague so everyone can imagine whatever they like , but the Auditor is so weird I just wanted to play a little. I saw this scary looking, lonely monster begging to be seen in all white surrounded by nothing. Even the brick and mortar of the Hotel doesn't seem to want to be around her much. One thing I love about Izzy's work is how well he combines whimsy and fun with actual scary imagery. She looks really scary. That is a scary looking monster he drew.

I also think she kind of looks like this alien from Star Trek IV (hey look Star Trek showed up)

5.9 Tenaj Druh - 004 Moor

Oh how I wish I could have a full set of New Crew postcards from Izzy seeing season 1 from a different perspective (for that matter I'd love a full set of season 1 from Izzy, but one thing at a time). Getting to not only see Janet Hurd, but see the NEW CREW checking her in is so so exciting. And the Manager's TV's re-imagined as giant bloody eyeballs is expressed to it's grossest perfection here. Even the Goosebumps frame is tinted sickly green. (the rest of the season also has Goosebumps frames but I'm trying to show off Izzy's art I want you all to have a good look)

5.10 Tnurb Yrrah - 002 Moor

this one's bonkers. The Hubble's ultra deep field on the left, brains on the right but both halves of one face with the broken illusion between them that is just the building of the Hotel herself?? It's got poster folds and teeth for doors! This is a really stunning one that I feel like deserves a little more attention than it gets. Also maybe I spoke too soon on the Goosebumps frame, I don't...this one doesn't have one but maybe I just saved that file somewhere weird.

5.11 IT'S NEW YEARS EVE, JUDY BLASHY!

This is i think the first one we did that had a Goosebumps frame baked in. You can see the 5 and 11 on the clock give us our season and episode number, but that gets a little lost on the printed version so here it is in all it's glory. Love to get to see Judy here her FACE is so EXPRESSIVE and sharp. Notice how Izzy does NOT draw her with a gap tooth. Is that gap battle damage, or some aesthetic flourish the Hotel likes for her bodies? You'd have to ask Izzy. Also love getting to see him draw the things in her furnace room, which are like huge and imply a much larger elevator inside the box. Always reinforcing that boundaries and rules do not apply at the Hotel

they are also based on the family from Mac and Me

what the fuuuck?? why are they so scary??? why are they like that?? why did they make this movie this way?? I was a child!

5.12 The Reaper's Envy

Finishing up the season is this gorgeous party poster that would be right at home in the 90s. Other than the colors (THE COLOR!) I want to point out the confetti that breaks out of the border that also quietly includes some vermin (all up top, letting your eye drift down to the New Crew being reflected in what hopefully everyone assumed was Judy Blashy's eye. Of course we know now who's eye that is and what it's connected to (nothing its nothing it got cut out)

And that's season 5. Now we have entered the @filthyguts desert and must wait once again for the rains to return. I've got new ideas for season 6 that are gonna completely change how we do the art for the show and maybe we can even squeeze some button designs out of him when we launch the next wave of stuff we're launching.

I've said it before and I'll say it again and again and 100 more times, but Izzy's art is a hugely important part of the show, a source of inspiration not only to the fans who listen but to me myself (especially in my lower moments) and I am so so happy that his art and his style has come to define the show.

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My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 16: Mercedes/Dedue)

Mercedes: If I were someone else, perhaps a commoner without a Crest or stature, maybe things would be different. It's a bit sad, but…this is the way things have to be. After all, only the goddess can decide our fates.

Each character in the Blue Lions was a victim of Faerghus's patriarchal culture. Mercedes was adopted for the purpose of being married off for her Crest. The Crest of Lamine is associated with the arcana of Judgement. It represents an important decision that needs to be made regarding love and romance. It also symbolizes a solution to a protracted problem, and a feeling of freedom.

Mercedes was separated from her brother at a young age and had to make a new life for herself in the Kingdom. What got her through those hard times was the support of the church. That's why her dream was to work there to help people, just as they did for her. But doing so would be difficult if she married a nobleman.

Mercedes: Though, just because two people share a promise, that doesn't guarantee they'll be together forever. You've noticed many nobles at the academy, right? They very rarely have the freedom to choose their own partners.

Mercedes had a lot in common with Ingrid. She did not want to give up on her dream to be used as a broodmare for her Crest, like her mother was. However, she felt like she had no choice.

Byleth: You can't just give up on your dreams. Mercedes: That's a very good point! We're only given one life, so we must do all we can to pursue our happiness! OK! I think that may have been just the push I was looking for! I'll tell him the truth. That I've found a life worth pursuing and I must decline the proposal! Maybe I should tell him I've fallen for someone else?

Mercedes had difficulty standing up to her adoptive father. She was willing to lie to him by telling him that she had fallen for someone else. That might explain many of her pairing options.

Ferdinand: You baffle me. Do you not wish to be free? Mercedes: Of course I do. Let me try that again in a way you might understand. Ahem. A true noble cuts their own path, seizing freedom from the clutches of tyranny!

I suspect that the reason she rejected Ferdinand's help to sever ties with her adoptive father was because she wasn't sure if his gesture was an attempt to woo her. She wasn't sure if she would have the will to decline if he proposed. In their paired ending, she severs ties with her adoptive father and marries him immediately after the war. She lives the traditional life of a noble wife while her husband is recognized for his achievements.

Mercedes: I don't care to flaunt my noble past or my Crest. I have no desire to return to that status. Lorenz: Then, if I may speak hypothetically a moment… Does that mean that if a nobleman were to offer you his hand in marriage, you would decline? Mercedes: Not at all. That's a separate matter entirely. Even if I were to fall in love, regardless of their social status… I'm not looking to marry right now.

Even by the end of their A-Support, she still didn't seem to like Lorenz very much. She was unusually sarcastic with him. And she specifically said she wasn't ready to marry even if she was in love. But it is still possible that she will marry Lorenz immediately after the war. It shows how difficult it was for her to deviate from her path.

Mercedes: …No, I'm glad. I feel like I saw your true face for the first time. …Hey, Sylvain. Would you be able to save me from the curse of my Crest? Sylvain: I…I'll save you! With my heart and soul! I love you! Great! Let's get married!

Mercedes also had a lot in common with Sylvain, and the two actually became close friends. They are both Gemini, the zodiac sign which is thought to be two-faced because of their natural duality.

Mercedes: Don't be ashamed of crying. I'm here to protect you. Will you protect me in return? Sylvain: I will. I promise. You know, Mercedes, you really are a special lady.

Because Mercedes was able to empathize with his pain, he let the mask slip with her, and she saw his other face. Because of that, she was also the only character to see him cry. She wanted him to save her from her arranged marriage, and she had a genuine desire to save him from that fate, too. So, she is one of the very few women Sylvain is able to marry and have a paired ending with.

Mercedes: You're much the same, yes? People like us have to try to bloom as best we can. Sylvain: Never really thought of myself as a flower, but I get what you're saying. Flowers are stuck in the same spot for life, whether they like it or not. And if they happen to sprout in a bad area, they're out of luck. But we have legs, not roots. We can go wherever we want.

But Hopes does a good job of showing why that's not the ideal solution to their problems. Even if she did marry him, she would prefer to be doing charity work rather than living the life of a nobleman's wife. Sylvain was fine with that, but Mercedes did not want to stand in the way of him marrying the person he truly loved.

Sylvain: To be perfectly clear, I'm not making advances on your or anything. But I'm the heir of House Gautier. If I ask you, this other guy will have no choice but to bow out. Though I doubt he'd be happy about it. After that, you can do whatever you want. Go work at a church or ladle out soup or whatever makes you happy. I won't stop you. Mercedes: But that would prevent you from marrying the person you love.

She didn't realize that Sylvain didn't want to get married in the first place. He would be marrying her because she offered him a loophole to his own predicament. With her as his wife, he could fulfill his noble obligation, but still be able to live freely. They cared for each other and shared mutual respect, but neither of them seemed like they would have considered marrying the other without their fathers pushing them into an arranged marriage.

Mercedes: And before that, when I lived with my mother and my little brother. It also reminds me of the time I spent studying with friends at the school of sorcery in the capital. Things may not have been easy then, but I would give anything to return to those days.

The tagline for the game was, "Sweet memories twisted by time's cruel hand". The best option for Mercedes might seem like recruiting her into Crimson Flower and reuniting her with her brother.

Mercedes & Jeritza Once those who slither in the dark were finally defeated, Mercedes left home and opened a small orphanage in the Faerghus region with her mother. After many years of kind service raising children who had lost their families, she received a letter bearing familiar handwriting. Its author, a prisoner in Enbarr, expressed his sincerest well-wishes to Mercedes and her family. Still more time passed until, one day, the man who wrote the letter paid her a visit. With joyful tears in her eyes, Mercedes smiled, took Emile by the hand, and at last welcomed him home.

And their ending is certainly touching. I was never really a big fan of it, though, because Jeritza's condition is resolved without any explanation. In Mercedes' paralogue, the Death Knight said his soul had long departed. He was not fully in control of himself, which is why he continued to fight on the opposite side from his sister. Before this DLC update, it had been implied that Emile had probably been experimented on like the Remire villagers. He was barely human anymore and it was impossible for him to return to normal.

Mercedes: It's sad, but the truth is that people forget. You may be afraid to forget your past, but you'll never be able to revisit it. Living in the present is the best we can do. We owe it to those who can't come back. Dimitri: If someone had said those words to me five years ago, I would be a different man today.

As sad as it is, Mercedes had a stronger character arc in AM where she had to accept that she's unable to return to the past.

Annette: You know, I've always loved you more than anything in the world! Mercedes: My, is that…a confession of love? Hehe, I'm so happy~. Annette: Uh, um, I wanted to say I love the sweets you bake more than anything in the world! Mercedes: Oh, is that so... Well, I love you, Annie.

Other than Emile, Annette was the most important person to Mercedes. In their A-Support they both confessed their love for each other. While it did seem like the bisexual Mercedes may have loved her beyond friendship (particularly in the Japanese), Annette seemed insistent on emphasizing her platonic love.

Annette & Mercedes After the war, Annette and Mercedes lived separate lives: the former as a teacher at the school of sorcery in Fhirdiad, the latter as a cleric at Garreg Mach. Though they lived apart, they exchanged letters so frequently and shared their lives with one another in such detail that it was as though they were side by side. After many decades, they resigned their respective positions and reunited at Garreg Mach. In their final years, they relocated to a modest house in the Fortress City. It is said that they were happy together to the very end.

They will not be life partners even if you go for their paired ending. While they do keep in touch, they'll live completely separate lives until retirement age. It's a slightly bittersweet ending, showing how, as we get older and pursue different life paths, things don't always stay the same. I don't consider it to be the most satisfying ending for either of them. Still, the fact that Mercedes will move away from her best friend shows how important it was to her to pursue her dream.

Mercedes: I just don't want to let go of the life that I've made for myself. I know it's not what my heart wants, but I don't have the strength to say no.

After Garreg Mach fell, Mercedes returned home to the Kingdom capital and joined the merchant business. She told Byleth that she didn't want to give up the life she made for herself in Fhirdiad.

Annette: Since our time in the capital, so much has happened. We've had to make new lives for ourselves, and we've seen at least as many hard times as good. If things keep changing like this, I wonder if we'll be able to stay the same people we are now…

And Annette also didn't want things between them to change by starting completely new lives again, which is what happens in their paired ending.

Dimitri: My own dreams… I have never given it any thought. What about you? What do you want, Mercedes? Mercedes: I want to keep sewing and training with you, even after you've become king. I want to be your friend.

Mercedes even wanted to stay friends with Dimitri after the war, which would only be possible if she kept her old life in the capital.

Mercedes: I'm going to Fhirdiad to meet with my adoptive father, and I'd like you to accompany me. Byleth: What for? Mercedes: I feel the need to set things straight with him in my own way. I've already decided exactly what I'm going to say. I'm choosing to live my life how I want, in pursuit of my own happiness. I need you to accept that. I'm in charge of my own destiny. Not you, not anyone else. Just me. Ah… I've waited so long to say all that.

The best thing for her would be to sever ties with her adoptive father, without the excuse of already having a fiancé. She always left her fate in the hands of the goddess or people above her. But her character arc was about acting of her own free will.

Dimitri: Do you remember the child who cursed me after my father's funeral? Dedue: Ah, yes. I believe he was the son of a knight who fell in Duscur. Dimitri: He was furious that I would not take revenge on your people, and even more enraged to see you serving as my vassal. He berated me without mercy, demanding I kill you then and there. All I could do was walk away. Everyone desires revenge for that day. Survivors and the dead alike cry out for retribution.

Dimitri was also a victim of Faerghus's violent patriarchal culture. He was expected to carry out vengeance for the Tragedy of Duscur. His violent urges were encouraged and rewarded by the society he grew up in. At times, he was chilled to the bone by the depravity of his own actions, such as suppressing a rebellion.

Dedue: When I stood before those soldiers and their swords that day, I was prepared to die. But then you suddenly appeared, and you shielded me. I knew then that a savior's hand could reach into even the deepest darkness.

Dedue was the biggest victim of Farghus's retaliatory violence. His moniker is "Taciturn Devotee". A devotee is a person who strongly admires a particular person. But it can also mean a strong believer in a particular religion or god. It probably would not be an exaggeration to state that Dedue saw Dimitri as the Fódlan goddess.

Dedue: And I would cast it aside in an instant if my death were to your benefit. For that reason, I cannot consider myself your friend. There are still many in the Kingdom who despise the people of Duscur. It would be selfish of me to stand by your side as an equal.

Many people interpreted his feelings for Dimitri as having a romantic aspect to them. I certainly wouldn't reject that interpretation. After all, by reaching out his hand, Dimitri served the same role that Byleth did for him.

Dedue: You promised me you would build a Kingdom that is proud to boast of Duscur blood. In this Kingdom, where there is no distinction between the people of Duscur and the people of Fódlan… Will I finally, without reservation, be able to call you my friend? Will I…Dimitri? Dimitri: Dedue… Yes, you will call me your friend, again and again. No matter how many hardships I must endure… Dedue: I will do all I can to bring about that world as well. To be your friend…is what I have always wanted.

During their A-Support, we learned that Dimitri made a promise to Dedue before they attended the Officer's Academy.

Dimitri & Dedue After his coronation, Dimitri assumed the throne of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, and his loyal vassal, Dedue, remained ever at his side. Among Dimitri's achievements was the reconciliation with Duscur: an extraordinary effort that required extensive negotiations to get past a history of betrayal and oppression. It was a trying task, but Dimitri never once considered giving up. While they behaved as lord and vassal in public, it is said that Dimitri and Dedue were more like family in private. When Dimitri finally fell to illness, Dedue tended to his liege's deathbed, and then took up a post at his grave for the rest of his days. When the time came, they were buried beside each other.

Their paired ending emphasizes Dimitri's efforts reconciling with Duscur and how he never gave up. But it does not specify whether the Duscur people were able to proudly live alongside people from Fódlan without distinction. In fact, because Dedue had to behave as a vassal in public, it implies that there was still hostility between Duscur and the Kingdom for the majority of Dimitri's reign. Dedue only gets to stand by Dimitri's side as an equal in death.

Also, there was no mention of Dedue's efforts bringing about the world he wanted to see. It only mentions him serving Dimitri for his entire life as a subordinate, then guarding his grave for the rest of his days. It is not that different from his solo ending, and I don't think it's a particularly satisfying ending for Dedue.

Dedue: I would regretfully decline. I cannot know happiness without you by my side. I would still seek vengeance. Just… for my own sake, not yours. Dimitri: Interesting. And nothing I say to the contrary will change your mind? Dedue: Your Majesty, can you not live for your own sake? Dimitri: My life is not my own. It belongs to my kingdom, my people, and the dead.

Neither Dimitri or Dedue knew how to live for themselves, and neither could live without the other.

Dedue: I…can still fight, Your Highness. Dimitri: Shut up and retreat. You must live, Dedue.

During his boar phase, Dimitri was willing to mow down any of his old classmates, even if they were not his enemies. And he was willing to send all of his friends and allies to their deaths, too. The single exception was Dedue. He is the only person Dimitri tells to retreat at Gronder Field. And Dedue will live only to seek vengeance.

Dedue: Ngh… I'm not finished yet! Dimitri: Fall back, Dedue! Please! I cannot afford to lose you!

In Scarlet Blaze, Dimitri also begs him to retreat in the Valley of Torment. Dedue would have gladly fought to the death, but Dimitri personally made sure he didn't. It was because he cherished Dedue so much that he wanted him to live for his own happiness.

Dedue: Someday, I hope to show you a whole landscape of these flowers in full bloom. Byleth: You mean Duscur? Dedue: Yes. Once this conflict is over, and His Highness ascends the throne, I believe it can be done. You must live at least until then. Understood? Byleth: Same to you. Dedue: That's true enough. I had not thought much of my own life, until now. Except that I would gladly cast it aside for His Highness. That is still true, but now I desire to see the end of this war. Until I can show you the fields of Duscur in bloom… I will go on living.

Other than Dimitri, the only other thing that gave Dedue a reason to live was showing Byleth the flowers of Duscur in bloom.

Dedue: When I left the capital, I told His Majesty that I would be leaving his service. Byleth: What?! Dedue: He accepted my decision with a smile.

If you go for Dedue's paired ending with Byleth, you learn that if Dedue were to leave Dimitri's service, he would accept with a smile. And I think Dedue has a better character arc if he is able to grow past his codependence on Dimitri and find his own reason to live.

Dedue: To Duscur? There is nothing of interest left there. Mercedes: Isn't it where you were born? And isn't it where your wonderful food and stories come from? I think those are reason enough to visit at least once! Dedue: Mercedes… If you will allow it, I would like to accompany you. His Highness would surely grant me leave to go.

When Mercedes asked Dedue what his plans were after the war, he said it was to serve Dimitri for the rest of his days. And in most of his endings, that's exactly what he does, even if he's married. Going with her to Duscur and praying to the gods (and goddesses) of his own culture changed his entire fate. That's probably why his ending with Mercedes is so different compared to all of his others.

Mercedes: I think a place is only truly destroyed when there's no one left to remember it. You should tell more people about Duscur to keep it alive.

The whole relationship between Mercedes and Dedue revolved around the idea that they could keep their loved ones alive through their memories. He taught her many things about his culture, and she taught him a family recipe that would have otherwise been forgotten.

Dedue: I understand how you feel. I had a younger sister. Sylvain: Had? Oh. Tell me about her. What was she like? Dedue: Hm. She loved flowers, and often made crowns out of them. And once she set her mind to something, nothing in the world could change it.

I really loved their Support in Hopes. It felt exactly like a post-Houses version of their relationship after they had travelled to Duscur and fallen in love. There are rarely any times where Dedue seems happier than when teaching her and the kids to make flower crowns, in memory of his sister. They seem like a married teacher couple, too.

Dedue & Mercedes Two years after the war, Dedue and his wife, Mercedes, opened a school in the Duscur residential district in Fhirdiad. The school educated Duscur children, who had never been given structured learning before, in reading, writing, arithmetic, and even Duscur history. Many years later, when the Duscur people reclaimed their homeland, the people who attended this school were able to resettle there and revive their old culture. Because of this, Dedue and Mercedes were forever renowned by the Duscur.

This is the only ending where Dimitri's promise to Dedue is actually fulfilled, as it mentions the Duscur people having their own district in Fhirdiad. And it just so happens that this is the only paired ending (besides the one with Byleth) where Dedue isn't described as a vassal. He is still living in the capital, so we can assume that he and Dimitri are close friends. But they live as equals. Dedue has his own life now and his own achievements are renowned.

In Hopes, Mercedes said she wanted to go back to Fhirdiad, but not live with her adoptive father. This is the only ending (other than with Dimitri) where she can live her dream, help those in need, and stay in Fhirdiad with her other friends. With Dedue, they get married two years after the war. So, she clearly didn't marry him just to escape her arranged marriage. Dedue and Mercedes bonded over their sense of loss, but they used that pain to keep Duscur alive, so I think it's the absolute best conclusion to their character arcs.

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Vee's Studies!

(scroll to the end for timelapse :3)

I'm like, kind of obsessed with them lmao. While I've drawn Vox quite a lot (I've been working on a Vox animation thing over the last month-ish) I hadn't done much of anything when it came to Val and Vel. I knew I'd want to do something with them all later on, but I wanted to get a good understanding of their designs, shape language, and the differences between the three of them so I can play a lot more when it comes to doing them (heh) in my own style.

So, since I was most familiar (and most obsessed with out of the three lol), I started with Vox :3

While I've been working on the animation project, it had kind of been an 'adjust-as-I-go'/'let's-bullshit-this' process, rather than doing the work of understanding why certain things looked more correct than others, so I still learned a LOT from this one study. (Plus the scene makes me wheeze and I happily took the excuse to use that moment as his study reference haha)

Obviously Val is... an asshole, to really undersell it. But this is hell, his character is interesting and his design is immaculate. I think I had the most fun with studying him tbh. Without his santa wings-coat he- *coughs* - yeah. Uh. Good design. I can actually believe that Angel fell for him at one point. Manipulative bastard - sorry tangents. ANYWAY! XD

VERY fun to draw, and a very good balance within these designs of showing off character attributes but also not taking themselves too seriously (The HATS these boys wear! *wheeze* did Velvette just give up fighting them on it? I've gotta know haha)

I missed color too much by this point to make them all match perfectly, and frankly - trying to draw canon Velvette without hue differentiation is AWFUL she has so many details and overlapping elements. If I ever have to draw Vel from 1x03 again I might cry.

Something about her 1x03 look actually makes me feel viseral irritation just by seeing it (like, even b4 I made myself draw it), but then I see her in 1x08 and I wanna draw her forever???? She's so fucking cool? So fucking cute????? The duality of man ig lmao

Anyway, the TLDR is that actually being conscious of how things are represented when drawing a character can lead to surprisingly immense insight... I feel like I not only understand so much more about how to represent their characters, but also a much firmer grasp about how the shape language in the show works.

These designs are immaculate and I had so much fun. I actually have a lot more I could say about this, but my period came today and I'm tired and this post is already massive so I'll leave things here for now! But yeah! Hopefully more Vee's in the future bc I love them!

Wishing you all well! <3