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Pairing: best friend's brother!Chan x afab!reader
Genre: smut, slice of life
Word count: 6.5k
tags: actor!chan, childhood friends!chan, possessive!chan, yearning!reader, plot rich, reader with tits, reader masturbation, kitchen counter sex, reference to drugs, oral (giving and receiving), mouth fucking, choking, spanking, pussy slapping, degradation (slut, whore), praise kink, unprotected sex. tender love and care
Summary: You and the Lee siblings were like three peas in a pod. That didn't last long when Chan went for his dream and left you and sister to yourselves. That was no problem since she was the best friend you could ever have. Now he's back, hot, fit, oozing sex appeal and you're wondering what it'll take for him to rail you like a train on tracks.
author note: this banner took 3 minutes to make. It's take a lot shorter if i didn't have so many spelling errors. point is this banner is the coolest bc i found a template already premade. it's been a while since i wrote a lengthy chan thing that wasn't just smut so, here you go. enjoy! and thank you to everyone that voted on the poll to make this happen. also, every thought the reader had been once my own, I overindulged once again
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You remember Chan eating dirt at the ripe age of 5. You were the cause of it. You thought it was funny to make a dirt and worms pie with real dirt and worms. You were right. He’s hated you since.
His sister, Chanmi, agreed with you. She thought you were really funny. Chan eventually got over the dirt pie, and found it incomplete without your presence. You became best friends after that and basically followed them everywhere. You always wanted siblings and since mom couldn’t afford to push out anymore, you settled on being fake siblings with the Lees.
Then Chan decided to pursue his dreams when he was 14. That was okay. You had more in common with Chanmi, anyway. His disappearance made you and Chanmi closer. She relied on you and you doted on her. It was a mutual symbiotic relationship. You couldn’t see a life without each other.
You ended up in the same college as well, living across the hall from each other in the same dormitory. Now you really couldn’t see a life without her.
When it was time to graduate, you really worried you’d drift apart by now. When she reassured you wouldn’t, you trusted her word, as she trusted yours when you made that same commitment. It was time to commemorate it, so in came your joint graduation party. Your families and mutual friends had joined together and celebrated the end of an era. You would now go off into a world that you feared more than it would fear you. But you had Chanmi. You couldn’t imagine a better person to do it with.
Chan had hardly crossed your mind in all these years until the very moment he walked through your front door. You could hardly recognize him in the Armani blazer and dress shoes, but it was him. He had the same sharp yet attentive brown eyes since he was a teenager. He was simply all grown up now, as have you. Chan had come to visit a few times in the time he’s been gone but you only ever saw him a brief passing, caught up in your own life.
Once our eyes have landed on him, it’s as if time has stopped. The acting school must’ve done this because his image seemed to be crafted in utter perfection. He was slightly taller than you remember, chiseled than you remember, and the least of all, more handsome than you remembered. You emphasize that you never saw Lee Chan attractive, not once, but here you were, devouring every detail of him.
He saunters over with flowers in his arms–noticeably two bouquets, one full of daisies and another with sunflowers–and stands before you and your best friend with a smile on his face. He congratulates Chanmi, handing her the bouquet of sunflowers and a hug, and within earshot saying how he knew she could do it.
Then came you. The expression on his face is something you’ve never seen him make. It bordered the line of surprised, startled, perhaps aroused, and you don’t know what to make of it. You clenched your legs anxiously before you pushed yourself up from your seat, seeing how much taller he really gotten since. It was funny since you had gotten used to being the taller one in your youth but it seems some of that has changed, along with everything about him.
“Congratulations, Y/n.” He hands you your daisies, unable to tear his gaze from you, fingers brushing against yours as he places them in your hands and electricity flows through you both.
“No hug,” you ask, trying it. His grin gets wider, arms now coming around you, and you feel his larger than life biceps close in a tight embrace. The scent that entered your personal circle now engulfed your senses, blackberries and cream. He smelled sweet, comforting, and if you help it, down right edible.
You sigh, hugging closer, closing your eyes to fully appreciate his warmth and he spoke to a lethally soft tenor, “You’re looking good, Dirt cake. Welcome to adulthood.”
He felt strong and safe, yet left you breathless when he smoothed his hand over your back. You wonder how there can be so much tension in a seemingly platonic gesture. He makes you feel like the only other person to exist, but it ends when he pulls away, and his ghost lingers over your form.
The attention is all on him when his parents see Chan arrive, proud to have gotten the family back together again. Your parents greet him the same, having once known him to be a placeholder of a son they would’ve loved to have. Everyone is joyous.
You couldn’t stop thinking about him, the rest of the party or the rest of the night that matter, thinking only what he’d like underneath those clothes. As children, you’ve had your fair share of beach days, pool parties, joint family vacations to rented lake houses, but that was a time when Lee Chan wouldn’t even be considered in your dating pool. You were both children, almost like family at some point, and thinking of him in any manner besides that was icky. So, so icky.
But you’d be lying if you didn’t watch him tear off that blazer and put it away in a closet. His muscles ripple through his expensive dress shirt, sleeves pulled up to cut off at the elbows, revealing blue veins so thick and pulsing you imagine how they’d feel against your tongue at the sight of them. You lie in bed at the thought of them, overwhelmed at the pool it causes between your legs and goes to reclaim your arousal. Your digits languidly follow the trail of their escape and bite on your other pillow to muffle your ache.
Your head throws back into the duvet as you plunge two eager digits in your sopping core. The perfect arch you make goes unnoticed in your lonesome. You pleasure yourself in solitude, when in your mind one other person takes your fingers’ place.
“Cum all over me, sweet angel. I can feel you close.”
He had never uttered those words in his life, at least not you, but can hear them almost as clear as day.
Your hips slew in a circular type motion. Your moans get more curt as you bite hard into the cotton felt. Legs tense up, lifting off the bed, and hushed whimpers are all you communicate as you’re overcome with your release, taking the time for your legs to settle down. Your pulse would take a longer time to process your journey. Chan was still on your mind after all. Along with all the guilt built up from the considered betrayal you’ve made to his sister, your best friend, you were wondering if you could ever face her, or Chan, again.
“Oh my god, when was the last time we were out together like this?”
Chanmi’s enthusiasm combated your desire to hide away forever from guilt. You pick apart your burger, making sure there were no pickles as you’ve requested, and humming content as your message was received. “3-4 years. If you include that lunch, Chan took off in 10 minutes.”
The culprit chuckled, depositing a fry in his mouth. “I'm in high demand. You should be proud to be sitting so close to me.”
Chanmi snickers, shoving a nugget in his face, “Here, shove this in your pie hole.”
He happily accepts the excuse to shut up and enjoys it like it’s the most delicious thing on earth. “Yummy.”
You all laugh at his lighthearted nature and talk as if no time has passed. It’s familiar, warm, but jarring, because seeing you all united together proved that time came with age, and apparently for Chan, a new appreciation for a fully equipped gym.
He’s the same personality-wise, but you can’t help but focus on the physical. Looking at him while talking felt like he had been body swapped with some foreign adonis. You don’t forget the more stylish hair cut he sports, tapering slightly short at his sides and longer up top. He was becoming everything he meant to be.
“How’s shooting,” you curiously ask, “I’m sure it’s really exciting to be working on a bigger project like this.”
Chan took off the middle of your childhood to enroll in a boarding performing arts school. He wanted to pursue acting professionally one day, and he believed the networking and immersion of the curriculum would allow him to hone that skill. He made a pretty penny doing TV commercials in his attendance there, but his senior year he finally got cast in a small film. His mini break.
He played a minor role but got all the perks of a lead, besides the fame. He pushed himself hard to get recognized in his field of work. Corpses on criminal mind-esque shows, taking on five-minute extra characters, becoming a regular on a cable show with a beloved modest fandom, and finally now he’s done it. He was going to be a lead on an online streaming series that would be broadcasted internationally. Although, he hadn’t gotten the male love interest he strived for. He had claimed the role of the second love interest instead, and everyone always loved the second lead more than the first, he rationalized.
“It’s so exciting. Everyone is so talented and cool. I almost can't believe it.” He expresses with an excited glint in his eyes.
“It’s a big deal,” You cover his hand with yours, squeezing it affectionately. “You deserved this.”
You exchange proud smiles at each other. You wish you could feel the warmth from his lips as he lets out a quiet “thank you” as he places his over hand on top of yours. This feels too tender to be real, and you wonder how you could ever have noticed those creased smile eyes in the past.
The moment is interrupted when a text tone goes off and Chanmi claims it. “Oh, gotta go. I have a date.”
Chan rolled his eyes as his giddy sister hops out of her chair, releasing himself from your hands, and they suddenly drop cold. “Can't believe you planned a date in one of the few days I’m in town.”
Chanmi lands a quick peck on your cheeks and sticks her tongue at brother in defiance, scurrying away in a quick farewell and she’s gone behind those double doors of the restaurant. This leaves you three: you, Chan, and the impending arousal that slicks your walls for being alone with him any longer than a second.
“It’s crazy isn’t it,” Chan breaks your silence, “you guys graduating, me being in a lead. It’s so wild how far we’ve come.”
You nod, “It really is. Everything’s different now.”
“Well, besides school, what else has happened? Now’s the time to catch up.”
You hummed, “where do I start?”
Let’s see where you could start.
The moment you walk right through that front door, I cannot stop thinking about your hands on my body how you would press me up against a wall and fuck me senseless, stupid, or just straight up use me until I can’t even remember my own name. It’s been only a few days since I last saw you, but every day since then I thought about you. I touch myself to the thought you. I wondered how you would say my name. I wonder if you would say my name at all. I even wondered what you would want me to call you, if that was even necessary. For you, I would lay my body with only the purpose of fulfilling every one of your desires. I’d have myself milk you until the end of our days.
You kept that to yourself. You were ashamed those words even ran through your mind in the brief moment it did, and you held your breath. “Well, since college is over, I can focus on the internship I got into. It’s a lot less intense than I’m expecting, just waiting for that adrenaline to pick up when it does.”
“You’re so grown up. I can believe I missed that.” There’s so much tenderness and fondness in his eyes.
I could say the exact same about you.
“So, Chanmi’s dating. You seeing anyone lately?”
If I was, they’d be gone the second I saw you.
“No, not really,” you respond, averting your gaze to your drink, “college guys kind of suck if I’m being honest.”
Humor is evident as Chan stifles a laugh, wiping away the reminder of his sandwich away from his face. “That I’ve heard of. Good. You deserve more than a guy just trying to get his dick wet.”
You halt, pleasure churning in your stomach at his vulgar language, hunching over the diner table in anguish. The pool of arousal spreads further. “That’s one way to put it. And you? Anyone caught your eye?”
Please say no. For the love of god and Buddha, say no.
“No luck on my end, either.”
Fuck yes.
“Oh, well, that sucks.”
“I have had a lot of work on my hands, so I don’t really fall into the practice of dating. I guess I’m just taking things as they come”
You nod, completely aligned with him. You didn’t see the point in dating apps if its purpose was only to put you out there in the world. You did plenty of that on your own.
“And sex?” What are you doing?
He snorts, his pearly whites on display. “What about sex?”
Stop before you’re in too deep. “Are you having any?” For Christ's sake.
He bites his lip, amused, taking the last sip from his sprite before setting it aside. “At the moment, no. Why? Are you offering?”
YES.
“No,” you scratch your head, blinking in feign innocence, “just gathering intel to sell to paparazzi before you become a superstar and leave us.”
He crumbles up a napkin, a scrunched up smile on his face, before launching it at you, “You jerk. And no, I’m not fucking anyone.”
God, the way he cusses feels like drugs in my veins.
“Are you asking because you are,” he asks, “are you having sex with someone?”
There’s a sense of childish curiosity in his voice, like peers gossiping about the latest tea, but beneath it is something else. He circles his drink from his hands, eyes locked in place, mouth dropped in a way that screams ‘I dare you to answer’ and how his jaw tenses up after immediately asking, sets a fire into your inner thighs.
You let out a suffocated breath, pinching the skin of your thigh to snap you back into reality before the heat in his gaze singed your mouth shut. “Nope.”
He hums, relief grazing his harsh brows. “Not hung up on anyone?”
“No. Need an ex to be hung up with someone,” you quickly answer, before the bitter taste of regret stings your tongue.
“Interesting.”
You narrow at him. “What's so interesting about it?”
You want me. Just say it so I can lunge across this table to get to you.
“I haven’t seen you in years and you’re beautiful, smart, single. It doesn’t sound right.” He answers with a shrug.
Call me beautiful one more time. I will suck your dick right now under this table. I don’t care about being caught.
“There’s not really a reason, it’s just how it is. And maybe I’m not looking. Considered that?”
The only person I’m looking at is right in front of me—God, I can smell your cologne from here. Fuck. I want to devour you.
“Maybe, but me personally, I’d sweep you up before any guy could get the chance.” He chuckles.
Then do it. Stop teasing me.
“Chanmi would probably kill me tho. Probably say it’d ruin our dynamic.”
Oh shit. Here you were, lost in a head fogged up with lust and you hadn’t considered your best friends seeing you get shacked up with her brother. You were betraying her every second you though about her brother in a lewd sense. Although, she made no indication she’d be bothered by such a thing, but who wouldn’t? You weren’t going to let yourself off on a technicality.
“Don’t think we have much to worry about, though. I think we’ll be just fine.”
His words were like an anchor dropped in your gut. You didn’t know what was worse. Messing around with your best friend’s brother or the possibility of him rejecting the idea before it even started. You lose feelings in your legs, exhaling through your nose, and cry a little on the inside. You force an agreeing smile on your face. “Yeah. Chanmi doesn’t have to worry about anything.”
The meal comes to a close and you tell Chan you should get going home and he insists on driving. You were insane if you were going to spend another second in his presence, knowing fully well how he made you feel. He’s basically rejected you. It was over. Quit trying.
“Let me know if the AC is too cold. I can turn it down.”
You were that insane.
“All good.”
You sit in silence. The radio envelopes the air and you interlock your hands in discomfort, while Chan focuses on the road. It's not a long drive from your place, but it sure felt like it was. But it gave you all the time to reflect. You needed some of that. Maybe you could get your common sense back.
Of course, Lee Chan wasn’t going to fall for you. Not like this. Maybe if you and his sister weren't attached at the hip, it’s possible. But then again, he would be living a life of fame, the spotlight, other people way hotter and more suitable for him. Face facts.
“So, since you haven’t dated anyone, I’m assuming you’re a virgin.”
Oh. He was going to keep going.
“Um, not quite,” you chuckle nervously.
He raises a brow. “So, you lied to me.”
You shake your head, “Of course not. I’m not having sex right now with anyone or a single person consistently, if that’s what you were saying, but I’ve had sex.”
“Did you?”
Something in his tone makes you want to turn your head to his side. You don’t regret your decision seeing the whites of his knuckles as he grips the wheel. His voice may have sounded friendly, but he held himself taut, visibly restraining himself.
Oh, Chan.
“Yeah. I didn't consider them exes, just flings,” you thought to add.
“Flings.” He repeats.
You grin to yourself. “Yeah. I think a few times in high school and then a few more in college.”
“My, my. Aren’t you all grown up now?” You can almost hear him gritting his teeth, and you relished in it.
“Well, this is me.” You point at the building Chan forces himself to park at. He tightens his jaw in view, tapping the leather of the wheel in contemplation. Possibly at the revelation you’ve revealed to him. You lean in where your face comes into view, smiling an innocent smile. “Want to come in, Chan?”
You can see the dilemma in his eyes. There's a war going on his brain and either way, he was losing. Inevitably, he helps you unbuckle his seat before deciding to do the same thing to him. He plays your game with a humorless smile. “Why not?”
When you’re finally alone in the comfort of your home, it took everything in you to not jump him right then and there. His eyes scan over your living area, taking in the kick knacks, the tchotchkes you bought over time. It was as if he was rediscovering you, all of you, and for some reason, that made you more nervous than anything else. But that meant he was curious about you. He wanted to know more past what he saw as a child. He wanted to see you.
He snorts, crossing his arms, eyes finally landing on you. “I like your apartment. Am I the only guy you brought here you haven’t fucked?”
That could change.
You shrug, gallantly walking further and further away from him. “I don’t usually bring people over here. If I’m hooking up, it’s usually at their place.”
You let him watch. His eyes trained on your walk, a resisted urge tempted in every step you take. “You know that’s incredibly dangerous, right?”
“Anymore dangerous than letting them know where I live?” you retort.
He saunters over to you, side grinning in challenge. “Why are you trusting towards me?”
“Because,” you mimic his arms, “We have nothing to worry about. You said so.”
He glares down at you, taking one step closer. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Whatever do you mean, friend?”
He cocks his head, “You’re really testing your luck aren’t you, Y/n?”
You shrug, an obvious grin on your face, “I’m not testing anything. Exactly what are you implying?”
“Don’t push me, Y/n. You don’t want to find out what happens.”
“That’s funny,” now you’re the one backing him in a corner, pushing him, showing him, knee his shins until his fingers grip back in the arm of a couch, saying words you only ever dared to think, “Maybe don’t be a coward and fuck me already.”
His breath noticeably hitches and drinks in your assertion and feeds you back tenfold, pushing himself off the couch and colliding your lips, and a shock of immense arousal takes over your body. Goosebumps pebble your skin and involuntarily you moan in the lip lock, taking you longer than necessary to realize that Chan has backed you against a wall.
Your hand crawls into his hair, pushing him down to deepen your kiss as his hard member prods at your stomach. Hands run down to catch him, his clothed cock in your hands, feel how the zipper of his pants constricts him from taking up any more space, and you help spring him free.
“All this fat cock all for me? Chan, you shouldn’t have,” you playfully comment.
“It's what you wanted, isn't it?” He thrusts up against you, hiking up your leg to dig into your already pulsing core. “You want me to want you. To fuck you? Is that it?”
“Yes.” You answer definitely. “I want you to want me so bad it hurts. Just as badly as I want you.”
“It’s not some addiction you have? Move on from one fuck thing to the next?” He questions, venom on his tongue. He speaks with doubt, but his body defies him, drawn to you like opposing ends of a magnet, in need of you as much as you were in need of him.
“I don’t say things I don't 100 percent mean, Chan. If I wanted to just fuck you, I’d do it already.” You squeeze around him slightly tighter, wrapping your fingers around strands of his hair harder, hearing that stuttering grunt of his to reveal itself. “There's fucking, and then there’s you, Chan. I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to worship you.”
You catch a glimpse of his reaction to your startling response before lightly shove him off of you to get on your knees, scraping them against the textured wood. Lowering yourself gave a good view of the shift in his eyes, watching how they go from pure animosity to earth shattering enthrallment. Your hands come up to his hips, fingering from the waistband of his briefs and pulling it down with his pants, just to push it aside. His cock is big, hard, veiny, perfect to push down your throat.
You wrap your fingers around his girth, fingers trailing over his veins, counting the estimated inches. Disappointment didn’t even cross your mind.
“You have such a pretty, pretty cock,” you gasp, “have you thought about it? My lips wrapped around your cock. I know I have.”
Chan’s bottom lip gets trapped between his teeth. His eyes dilate as your lips purse over the curve of his tip, kissing the slit. His mind then settles on your previous words, wondering what they entail. “Worship? With that kind of offer, I’d hate to refuse. What about you?”
“What about me?” His shaft hugs the curve of your cheek.
“If you’ll worship me, what’ll happen to you?”
Your smile stretches across your face before kissing his length between speeches. “Well, if you let me. I’ll be all yours. Your tits”—kiss—“ass,”—kiss—“your pussy,”—“your mouth. I’ll be all yours.”
Chan can’t help but smile with you. His hand finds a way to thread through your hair, getting a good angle tug, and ripping a flirtatious giggle from your lips. “I get all that? Deal of the century.”
You hum in agreement before you feel him hug the inside of your mouth, fluttering your eyes at his size. Your tongue runs along his skin, taking it calmly, slowly. You make sure you’re breathing from your nose, savoring every second.
Chan breathes out controlled breaths, boring his lust driven gaze into your presence. His cock is more than pleased in your hot, wet mouth coating him in drool Your sweet, swollen lips were like the cherry on top of sundae. They were gloriously full and glossy getting him off. “Your lips are perfect around me. And this mouth is mine, you say?”
You nod as you bob down, not expecting him to thrust inside you, flinching against the wall. He puts either hand on either side of your head, holding you in place. Your eyes shut tight, feeling him twitching in your throat before pulling out. A ribbon of translucency stretches from your lips to his head.
“My pretty, little mouth.”
There is a darkness in which he stares at you, like releasing of pandora’s box. He was lost in power, greed, filth. Whatever it was, you were ready for more and you didn’t mind what it took. He pets your hair, dragging his fingers from root to tips, saying his scary final words before he fills your cheeks more with his cock. “Cherish that last breath. You’ll need it.”
Your head stays pinned to the wall, cock plunged in your mouth, the view of Chan’s unfailing erection and groin the only sight you’re able to take in this moment of suffocation. He wasn’t slow with it and he didn’t plan to be. Groaning, his hips push in your mouth, the back of your head hitting the wall behind you with every thrust, and the length flossing the pipe of your throat. You become a makeshift version of a glory hole. Your hands steady themselves on his hips until they are forced to pin above your head.
You wretch at his sheer force, but take every inch. Your tears burn your cheeks, feeling the tremble of your limbs. You cough, gag, swallowing him as you’re pushed past your normal limits and finally meet the base of his cock. He rams in you, lips to lap, mouth stretched and sore. Full didn’t even begin to describe how it felt for him to fuck your mouth like this.
He shows mercy when he feels close, thrusting in all the way and holds in your mouth for an exact five seconds until he lets you go. Your saliva and his pre-cum dribble all over your chin and neck, but a dazed smile on your face despite the mess. A hand to your neck, he pulls you up from the ground, pressing you full bodily back in the wall.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty fucking whore.” he hisses.
His hand invades the depths of your pants. Your sopping folds are easy to find as they coat his fingers like syrup, sweet and thick. “Pussy’s mine, hmm? Ass too?”
“Yes. yes, take all of me.” You impulsively part your legs, the gateway of your throat closing up as his grip gets tights. All the stars you were seeing shined brighter than the stars in the damn sky.
Chan tugs off your bottoms, throws it aside like garbage and lifts you on top of a kitchen counter. The cool marble stings your ass cheeks but you hardly notice as Chan nose deep in your pussy. His fingers dig deeper, tongue flicking starved at your entrance. “Sweet Jesus, you’re fucking wet. Fucking dripping down my arm.”
“I wasn’t lying to you, Chan.” Your leg hangs off his shoulder, feeling light as his tongue makes himself home in your warmth. “I want you, every part of you.”
They were more than enough words of encouragement as he’s lost in your thighs. The curve of his lips suck on your clit, eliciting a moan and would forever be ingrained to every wrinkle of his brain. His fingers–now down to his knuckles–traveling you at an unforgivable pace. He makes it known that he’d give you what you want, anything and everything in between, but he wouldn’t give you his patience.
His hand comes down at you hard on the center of your core, rubbing between every strike as he licks deep stripes, causing your whines of ache to grow louder. “More, Chan please. Touch my pussy more, like that.”
Your pain receptors could usually take so much pain, but with Chan, you’d sacrifice your nerves just to have him cum covering every inch of your body.
Swiftly, he reveals his upper body. Taut, firm muscles, packed in every region. Gleaming with sweat, his honey glazed abs flexes from the tension in his stomach. God, it was better than you ever imagined.
You watch as his strong arms pull you closer in his mouth. He latches on you like a leech, draw circles, finger fucking you until you’re drawing out his name in short bursts. Your jaw drops slack, clenching around his tongue, and pressing himself against you until you’re close. Oh, so close.
He pulls off at the worst moment and before you could protest, you taste your arousal on his tongue, feeling him pull off your blouse in the process. Tits in either of his hands, he roughly squeezes them, pinching tight at your stiff peaks enough for you to let out high pitched screeches. “Chan hurts!”
“Good.” He takes one in his mouth, nibbling one in his teeth before pinching the other one just as hard as before. You’re stuck between pain and pleasure, but as liquid escapes past your legs and the victor is clear.
“My tits…taste so sweet…like honey.” he mumbles.
You feel loved, worshiped, wet. You were wrapped around his finger, and if you get to be soe lucky, he’d feel that same way about you. After he’s done swelling your skin, he’s escorting you to what clearly is your room despite the first time of him being there and he dumps you on the bed.
“Ass in front, right now.”
Promptly, you do as he says, getting on all fours on the bed, lifting your ass welcome for him to take.
“Spread wider. I want to see that pretty pussy.”
Your legs naturally part further, the pigment of your sensitive flesh clear on display. Chan takes initiative. Putting himself between your divide, his tongue finding that familiar sweetness he parted with only a few minutes ago. “You taste so fucking good. I forgot all about saying that while in there earlier. You seem to do that to me.”
His hands come over the flesh of your ass, the sting of his hand is momentary before his tongue’s presence takes over, tasting you, inhaling you delicious scent, “Condom?” He manages to breathe out.
You shake your head, perspiration trailing your forehead. “But I’m clean, and on the pill. Like I said, you can do anything with me.”
Chan is blown over with a sense of relief, fishing his erection before lining up at your slit. He takes full strokes inside you, achingly slow, and you quiver at the fullness but whine when you’re immediately empty. He does that repeatedly, giving you the sensation before he rips it from you in mere seconds.
Yo pound your frustrated fists in the mattress. “Chan give me your cock… I want you please..”
“Really, Is it me you want?” He teases, “Or it is my cock fucking so deep in your pussy you feel it in your mouth?”
Vivid images in your head, you shudder at the depth of his now husky voice, “I want that from you. Only you. Please, I want you to cum in me…”
“Shit.” Hearing that made close already. “F-fine. Just shut the fuck up.”
He thrust in you, finding a pace to reside in. His mouth makes an o-shape at the clench of your wall. “Fuck wet pussy,”—slap—“wet, tight. All for me.”
Chan recalling your moans laced with ecstasy. Hearing you, watching the recoil of your ass hitting his lap, it was something he could get used to, but he could try. He forces his knees on the bed, pushing deeper inside you. He finds your hair before pulling, pushing you into to the mattress and muffling your moans until they melt into an oblivion.
“That reminds me,” he thinks to bring up, not minding the fact you were drowning in the duvet, “what is it you like being called?”
You muffle a response but if you were being honest, you could hardly think with his weight pushed back into you.
“Come on. What is it? Pick your poison.” He slows his pace, a hard, deep stroke taken with every term of endearment, “Baby? Sweetheart? Angel?”
You moan, but not enough.
He blinks, thinking it’s going somewhere when a light bulb goes up in his head. “Mmh, let's try this then. Clench harder, slut.”
You moan even louder, immediately following his command. He then pounds harder in you, lacking any clear remorse as his language becomes grunts, calling you ‘slut’, ‘whore,’ ‘fuckhole,’ every name in the book until you buck at his hips.
Shake as hard as an earthquake, saying his name, speaking your orgasm into existence. It’s all you feel as your vision becomes further away from the comprehensive. You become a lifeless body that takes every second as if you never would again, collapsing on the bed.
Chan, a man with solutions, flips you on your back. A leg of yours comes up on his chest, ankle over his shoulder and he bottoms out inside you, another tidal wave that jumpstart your adrenaline. “I’m not fucking done with you yet. You said you’d be mine and you will be for as long as I want.”
Your leg takes his side as he folds into you, lips messily meeting yours, tongue tasting the inside of your mouth, he takes you even deeper and your way to feel can't be described as anything else but bliss. You caress his face, while his hand reconnected with your neck. You’re trailing down to feel down his torso, the pads of his fingers pushing against the column of your neck tighter. Life leaving your body, you count each ab, cup each peck, palm over each stiff peak, and trace over each muscle. If you could leave earth by this method, you would. Your voice is raspy, but takes no break from praising him.
“You’re fucking my pussy so good, feel so fucking good in my hands. Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”
“You like that,” kissing you in a curt repetitive action, sweeter than intended, “can you take…my…cum?”
“Yes,” you frantically nod, “cum in me. I want all your cum in me. Breed me please. I want you, only you, to fuck me, empty out in me, and repeat.”
His load is as warm as a home cooked meal, shooting in you, jerking into your body in a well-practiced motion. His body embraces you, closing in on you, while he tucks you in tight. You only remember the smile on his face when he cums. It looks like love in his eyes, warmth, and you are positive that that’s what it is because you're looking at him the same way. It feels like a perfect happy ending.
But nothing is over until Chan says it is over.
That day turned into night before you know it and all you’ve done is be in each other arms and fucking your shared cum back into places they belong. Despite the performance, Chan ended up being a gentleman, asking you where your spare clean towels were and helping you clean up the mess you’ve made. All the time and energy drained you both and with the lack of motivation to cook, you both called food to be delivered.
In an attempt to be presentable, you take the shirt he once wore and display it on yourself, his scent enveloping you like it were his embrace. That meant Chan had to walk around topless, and by George, that was quite the sight. You join him on the couch. His arm slings over your side, tenderly kissing your face as you feel up his body. You couldn’t help but grin like a love stricken puppy, memorizing every dent of every chiseled muscle, appreciating its entirety. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Chan hums, before muffling a thanks and taking your kiss-swollen lips in his. “I think you’re sexy.”
You giggle, reciprocating, already finding yourself straddling his lap, and that erection that’s already gone and inflated himself. This man had it all didn’t he?
Then it dawned on you. Maybe too late, but it did.
You part from him, eyes furrowed in worry.
Concern is written all over his face, and he curls your hair behind his ear, “what’s wrong?”
“What are we going to do about Chanmi?”
His expression soon matches yours as he sighs. His hand comes behind your head, kissing foreheads, and curls up in a reassuring smile. “I’m sure she’ll be happy for us.”
“And If she isn’t?”
His hands tighten on the fabric of the shirt. “She’ll just have to.”
“She’s my best friend.”
“And she’s my sister. And I’m her only brother. We are two people she cares about and we’re happy together. Why wouldn’t she be happy?”
Your lips curl up in a small smile. “We’re together?”
His smile reaches his eyes. “I don’t think I’d spend all day like this with you if we weren’t.”
You kiss him, chaste and slow, and letting go before the heat travels back to your head, fogging your rationale. “I like you a lot, Chan.”
“I like you a lot, Y/n.”
“What about your career?”
He rolls his eyes, filling rubbing circles in your hips. “Why? Scared this superstar will run away from you for his chance in the spotlight?”
You grin mischievously, “No, aren’t you worried I’ll outshine you on the red carpet? I’ll be your date for every one of them now.”
“Then they’ll have no choice but to put me in everything under the sun.” He grins back.
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Poll analysis part 5
This one isn't so much related to fandom behavior. Overall, it's more about how certain characters or apparently where some people draw the line enough to have made a fuss in the comments or my inbox. I find it interesting where the standards are for some people and I mean I just drew the line at no sentient weapons or mechs
And when I say cause a fuss that would mean causing crap in the comments to messaging me asking me to ban characters or entire franchises because they're problematic for various reasons which I will get into. To flat out harassment of me for allowing these characters in my polls and the people who voted for whatever character they have a problem. It's the full spectrum of bad behavior. This is going to get weird
Izutsumi from Dungeon Meshi why is she the only character people are causing crap about for being 17? I have gotten so many messages about this one character. No one gives a crap about the other underage characters apparently, but the 17 year old cat girl is too much. And again, I think I would have gotten at least one message about one of the 15-year-olds but no just the underage cat girl. I am so confused why this is the line for so many people. When I say she has been a problem, she has been in two polls and she has been the source of 7 polite messages. 12 not nice messages full on harassing messages. Calling me a disgusting pervert for even allowing her in my polls. 11 comments that had to be deleted 12 tags/Reblogs that had to be hidden. All because they said something like she's 17 you perverts. I have set a new record for the amount of people I've had to block over a single character and she's been in two polls. I didn't get this much crap over the character that looked 12.
Kikuri Hiroi from Bocchi the Rock! My original problem character because of her Moe art style she looks 12. Even though she's 28, I've resorted to just putting her age in the post to avoid the things turning into a dumpster fire after that first poll.
Uncle Iroh was a character. I did not expect to cause issues because everyone loves Uncle iroh. Apparently some people find it weird that some people find him hot. Because multiple people have made a fuss in comments or in my inbox about how it's gross or weird to find him hot because he's a grandpa. Ironically, one of the people making a fuss about iroh really has a crush on Silvers Rayleigh the irony in that is hilarious.
Toji Fushiguro I've gotten a few messages about him saying he should be banned because he's a crappy father. A terrible person and anyone who finds him attractive should seek psychiatric help. People he's a villain calm down This is Tumblr. I feel like people have forgotten Loki mania where he was considered the god of Tumblr. I think Tumblr has a thing for villains. Look at the persistence longevity of the Hannibal fandom. So please calm down people it's still not a justifiable reason to ban a character from my polls.
Dracula from Castlevania because genocide and sexism once again I'm sorry people sometimes find villains hot. I'm confused about the sexism part. I think it's because of the way he treated Carmilla, But I'm still confused because that man loved his wife
Franken Stein from Soul Eater. I've gotten a message that he should be banned because he's a groomer. I watched Soul Eater and I'm also confused about this one. If any Soul Eater fans can anyone help me? I'm again so confused about this one. If anyone from Soul Eater should be banned for bad behavior, it is not Stein
Gojo, is a little bit of a headache character for me for the thousands of comments I've seen calling him the Blue-Eyed demon seriously Tumblr what has this man done to you? How did he hurt you? He is also a character I have had people message me asking me to ban because apparently he's racist. I'm so confused.
And to build upon this, someone sent an entire list of characters that should be banned because they have blonde hair and blue eyes because if they win that reinforces white centric colonial beauty standards I should have screenshotted that message. These polls are done for stupid fun and I don't think they are going to reinforce colonialism. In fact, many of you have told me they're going to kill the British monarchy and I think that's the opposite of reinforcing colonialism. That list is too long to post in its entirety here. Remember I said this was going to be a little weird.
Someone actually messaged me saying I should not put Victor from Yuri on Ice in future polls because he is not a good representation of the lgbtq+ community
I've also received similar messages about Grell Sutcliff and Yamato for the trans community
Dungeon Meshi You think would be free of criticism because it's so loved however Laios Touden should be banned because he's blonde with blue eyes and a bad representation of people with autism. I wish I was making this up. Marcelle and Falin are not safe either because some people have it out for blondes and they are also not good representation of the LGBTQ+ community
A bunch of Fullmetal Alchemist characters should be banned including Mustang, Hawkeye, Ed, Alphonse, Armstrong, Hughes basically everyone but Scar. Because those characters perpetrate and promote genocide, racism, ethnic cleansing, imperialism, the military industrial complex, colonialism, fascism, sexism, misogyny, and white supremacy. I honestly think someone missed the entire point of the show but that's just me.
Someone wants the entire Apothecary Diaries franchise banned because it's sexist, misogynistic and a poor representation of Chinese culture.
And basically any villain or abusive parent. Someone has complained about or pushed to get banned because it makes them uncomfortable. Because God forbid characters have flaws
So many One Piece characters are problematic just for being One Piece characters not for anything they've done in the story or their character arc or anything like that. It's really because I have a group of people that think I should ban the entire franchise from my polls because the one piece art style is misogynistic. Oh boy. I should have screenshotted some of the essays I received in my inbox. Some of you need to take a chill pill because if I get another essay about one piece being misogynistic because of the art style, I'm going to shame you by posting that crab publicly. Because I will admit the art style is not for everyone, but especially when it comes to the female characters. But those female characters are some of the best written you will find in all of Shonen anime. Plus if we really want to start banning anime franchises for being misogynistic, It's going to be a bloodbath. Because if One Piece is misogynistic for the art style, Naruto is misogynistic for the writing. And I could probably find something misogynistic about most Shonen anime. So again let's not even go there.
The only justifiable reason I would ever ban a character is if the fandom becomes so toxic it's no longer worth it for me to put up with the drama. Now all the blogs I have had to block have been dedicated to one of two things. Naruto or Dungeon Meshi. One of those fandoms I already refer to as my problem child fandom and the other one I hate to say is quickly becoming its twin.
So can we all just agree to calm down because if I banned everything someone had an issue with because it's sexist, misogynistic, racist, etc. There would be no characters left. So let's calm down everyone and please keep the complaints and the tantrums to a minimum. I am a fellow fan that runs this blog for fun and I'm very tired of this crap.
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Phew. So! This is heavy spoiler alert for anyone who stumbles upon this and hasn’t gotten to Chapter Six yet, so beware fellow fans!
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I just wanted to swing by and drop my absolute batshit ramblings because I’m genuinely eating this fic up. ((Huge horror fan)) I can’t help but notice everytime Ducky/Badger/We- go a little off the deep end.
I first noticed it with the fight with Dolly, the way we really do shift into this biting, growling dog, which is ironic considering it’s brought up in the story. There was a second time but this third time, where we go digging through Chet.. the way we dangle that we know who’s killing them, like it’s a dark little secret. (And so long as the polls are willing-) it is only the councilors right now, we know Sun and Moon are doing these things and we’ve, again so far- skipped past with only scrapes and bruises.
The way we got dark when Devin called us Ducky- “are we useful again?” It sounds so mean, like the wrong word being said and it would be *us* doing him in. And I have full, FULL believe that Moon/Sun hadn’t left us that entire time. Surely they’ve noticed this too. ((If this is real and I’m not heavily delusional!))
I dunno, maybe I just think it’s funny if Sun (and Moon?) had a ‘I can Fix them’ attitude with us instead haha. /j. (Unless?) anywho I’m cradling their cheeks and putting a thunder-buddy on Sun. 💛
You aren't just imagining it! They are absolutely trying to "I can fix them" each other.
Consistent stress can really take a toll on one's mind. It has the ability to make you feel numb, confused, or outright hysterical, and oftentimes when someone has been under heavy amounts of stress for long periods of time, it can blur the line between "right and wrong". What we're seeing now is the result of someone being pushed to — and past — their limits.
It goes deeper than that, of course. The underlining "lesson" to be learned in this story is that everyone — no matter their upbringing, no matter their assumed ethics, no matter the mistakes they've made — has the same capacity to make decisions that are morally admirable and morally condemnable. Not or — and.
Morality functions like a light-switch; there's no locking it to just one side, and every situation is going to be handled differently based on not only one's own perceived sense of moral code but also outside influences. Even Oscar, who only ever treated Y/N kindly for their entire friendship, slowly sank back into old habits and behaviors once reintroduced to the friend group.
Sun, himself, does not think what he's doing is "bad" to begin with. In this scenario, he believes himself the hero.
The problem here, then, is that the two of them are fighting over the moral light-switch, both believing themselves to be in the right, and neither of them realizes that in doing so they're giving everyone else in the room a goddamn seizure.
#SORRY FOR THE ESSAY REPLY#this was as good an ask as any to somewhat explain Sun's current thinking though#I LOVED your Batshit Ramblings(tm)#you're right on the money!!!!#man. twitter would have me crucified for my take on morality LMAO#DFtR au#DFtR au spoilers
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if you've never read the Silmarilion, you are depriving yourself of a major old school reality tv vibes in the vain of Big Brother. Tolkien really was the G, because if you think that the Greek gods have something on Tolkien's Valar, i'm here to tell you they're not even playing in the same league. not even in the same universe.
oh? you think Zeus is detached? Poseidon is kind of a dick and Hades just could not give less of a fuck about his dysfunctional family?
what if i told you that once upon a time there was a guy who was a big asshole and who rallied his entire race to go to war cause one other guy who was also even somehow bigger of an asshole (let's call him huge asshole) stole his shiny rocks? and the Valar did a total of fuck all to stop him from leading an entire race of people they essentially helped create and lived with in harmony to slaughter.
remember that huge asshole who stole the big's asshole shiny rocks? well he also happened to terrorize an entire continent with countless lives for centuries, meanwhile the Valar largely stay out of the conflict even though the huge asshole was technically their family and therefore their problem. Despite the pleas of the people, they remained indifferent, chillin' in the west five feet apart cause they're not gay, watching an absolute carnage unfold for several long centuries. It took several more hundreds of years and devastating battles before one guy with a backbone finally said 'had enough of this shit' and sailed to their West California/Malibu hangout to tell 'em they should get their fucking asses up and work.
so the Valar eventually are like 'jesus, okay' and stop the huge asshole but if you think that they were going to send sanitation or stimulus checks to the people who were left behind and broken by the war they did not care about to stop earlier even though they were the only ones who could, you have another thing coming cause they peace out and everyone else who cannot afford to go to their West California/Malibu hangout because they are not privileged enough or don't have the right background to go there and heal can fuck off and die.
then you might think, well, the huge asshole was defeated so now at least there should be peace and quiet for a while in the house, no? fucking no because it turned out the huge asshole polled really well in the demographic of young men and one of those young men decided to take up the huge asshole's mantle and make middle-earth great again or some shit. except his own crowd runs him out of town cause he is one of those people who think they can swing but they're actually just meow meows with anger issues and a staggering lack of self-awareness who really need to get laid. (on that later)
so the young man decides to go on vacation to an island that was basically created by the Valar as the paradise for those who helped defeat the huge asshole and he realizes he really likes this island full of assholes cause that's kind of the crowd he vibes with. and slowly but surely he comes to the conclusion that not only is the island full of assholes, it's full of the dumbest motherfuckers he has ever met in his life. he gets them to build worships and temples and statues to celebrate the huge asshole guy who died on the basis of their general huge asshole-ness they have in common with him. still, the Valar do nothing as the young man corrupts this island full of dumbasses and enslaves them to his will. they only intervene when the young man rallies them to band together and attack the West California/Malibu hangout. Which ends in complete destruction of the paradise island and a complete shift of the map of the world and the trajectory of its free peoples.
and this whole tangent is basically me reminding myself that yes, Hope, you can write an outlandish new chapter where absolute crazy batshit things happen to people who do not deserve it and have the Valar ignore it completely, because that is what they do.
they are trolling. they don't intervene when entire populations are destroyed, but when they randomly see the young man and an elf vibing on a shitty raft, Poseidon's Valar equivalent Ulmo gathers the clouds and tells his little helper Ossë who is responsible for storms and waves:
.... you know what would be really fucking hilarious ....
#it's the main reason i appreciate the shitty raft storm scene even though it did not happen in the silmarilion#cause what the fuck lol#why would you struck down that poor she-elf and try to drown a guy who is trying to do better or at least is on his way to try and do bette#but when there is a guy who is actively doing evil you pretend you've never head of said guy#like when bridget jones' drunk friends appear on her doorstep when she's trying to get laid#never met them#the rings of power#haladriel#saurondriel#one ship to doom them all#the silmarilion
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Grey's Anatomy incorrect quotes even tho most of these characters never fully interacted with each other
Lexie: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly? Owen: Not again! Lexie: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions. Callie: Just wait until you hear about whales. Lexie: What now?
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Mark: Pose as a team because SHIT JUST GOT REAL!
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George: On the count of three, what’s your favourite cake? George & April: One, two, three- George & April: Chocolate cake, peanut butter frosting, and chocolate chunks! Mark: Our turn, Derek! One, two, three- Mark: Vanilla! Derek: I’ve never had cake before. What is cake?
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Jackson: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart. Cristina: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.
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Richard: If you think I’m playing favourites, you’re wrong. I love all of you equally! Richard, earlier: I don’t care for Alex.
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Mark: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”. Cristina: *looks over at Meredith and Addison* Cristina: Is it “sexual tension”?
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*after discussing a plan* Alex: Does anyone have any questions? April: Is this legal? Alex: Does anyone have any relevant questions?
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Callie: I hope no one lowkey hates me. Callie: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Callie: Go big or go home.
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Meredith: You’re such a dumbass (affectionate). Alex: Aww, you’re such a whore (complimentary). Mark: How are you talking like that in real life? Alex: Witchcraft (derogatory).
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Cristina: The results are in, I’m afraid you have updog… Patient: What’s updog? Cristina: Alex! Get in here, I told you I could do it!
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Kidnapper: I have your partner. Jackson: What? I don't have a partner... Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face? Jackson: Oh my god, you have Cristina.
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Jackson: So, are they your friend or... Bailey: They’re like April, but if April was ordered to be around you. Jackson: Oh, so Meredith. Bailey: Precisely!
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Callie: Unfollow me if you think the Earth is flat. Cristina: *seriously pretends to be a flat-earther to antagonize the anti-flat-earther. Owen: *neutral but makes polls to start fights, "Is the Earth flat? Let's discuss!"* Meredith: *not a flat-earther but makes "the Earth may be flat but this ass ain't" jokes for viral tweets*. Derek: *actual flat-earther.*
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Jackson: Once Cristina thanked me and I couldn’t decide between “No problem!” and “No worries!” so I yelled “No worms!” to them as they walked away.
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Meredith: Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.
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Callie: What’s your favourite colour? Bailey: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature. Callie: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralise 0.8ml of sulphuric acid at STP? Bailey: My favourite colour is purple.
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April: Does everyone know their job for today? Arizona: Water the flowers. Callie: Vacuum the carpet. Meredith: Wash the dishes. Alex: Pretend to be a wolverine. April: Close enough.
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Meredith: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for. Meredith: *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table* Owen: ...Thanks.
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Derek: You’re jealous. Meredith: Jealous? Derek: That’s why you were being so negative about this. Meredith: That’s absurd. I’m always negative.
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April: The first time I ever got upset in front of Meredith, they put their arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask them if they were hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me. Meredith: I was doing both, for your information. Arizona: The first time Meredith hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.
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Callie: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Arizona? Arizona: Derek, easily. Derek, laughing: What the fuck, man. Arizona: Well, Owen would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Owen, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?
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*during a group project* Owen: *does 99% of the work* Jackson: *has no idea what’s going on* Derek: *says they’re gonna help but does not* Callie: *disappears at the very beginning and doesn’t show up again until the very end*
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Alex: Cristina won’t come out of their room! Meredith: Just tell them I said something. Alex: Like what? Meredith: Anything factually incorrect. Alex, shrugging: If you say so. Cristina, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?
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Callie: Compliment me. Alex: You have eyes. Callie: Yeah, that works.
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Arizona: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Callie? Callie: No. Arizona: I think I speak for Callie when I say it sounds really super.
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Jackson: Caffeine no longer keeps me awake while I work, so instead I have April periodically send me texts saying ‘we need to talk.’ Jackson: It gives me the right amount of adrenaline and fear I need to keep going.
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*Meredith is speaking on the phone* Meredith: Yeah, I'm with Owen. Owen: Im fucking dying- Meredith: Yep, they're okay. Owen: I have a knife in my chest! Meredith: No, they can't talk right now. They're sleeping, sorry. Owen: IM BLEEDING OUT-
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Derek, on the phone: So no head? Derek: *Throws phone and breaks skateboard*
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Arizona: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!
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Lexie: If we were in prison you guys would be like my bitches.
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Alex: I was put on this earth to do one thing. Alex: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.
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Owen: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?
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Bailey: You were wise to seek help from the world's most deadly weapon. Bailey: It's me.
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Meredith: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.
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April: I can’t believe my birth certificate says F... April: ...How did I fail being born?
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#svnnyd4ys#shut up sunny!!#long post#incorrect quotes#grey's anatomy#greys anatomy#ga#greys#meredith grey#izzy stevens#isobel stevens#alex karev#cristina yang#george omalley#george o'malley#george o malley#miranda bailey#bailey#derek shepherd#callie torres#calliope torres#arizona robbins#calzona#mark sloan#lexie grey#richard webber#april kepner#jackson avery#japril#grey's anatomy incorrect quotes
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Trembling Essence:💙Background + poll results💙
Hello hello and welcome new followers! :]
Firstly I just want to say a very big thank you to everyone that participated in the poll I did last week, I was really surprised but happy with the results and responses! This will help me a lot moving forward! :,] If you missed it and would like to say which route you preferred feel free to comment!
Anywho, this week mainly focused on art practicing again but I did work on the game and managed to get my bearings even more!
Here is the new background for the start of the game:
This took a long time to draw up since I sketched out the background instead of looking at references this time. Once I got a basic idea of how I wanted it to look it felt.. too empty and flat. At first I couldn't figure out why until I added more shrubbery and grass. After that I started adding the trees and then added a few more to give it depth and adjusted some of the coloring. So far the immersive symbolism I'm going for is slowly coming together! Since it just finished raining where you're located I tried to give the background the illusion of looking tolerably humid but slowly getting colder over time with a hint of decay in the distance. This is a better look of the dreary foreboding atmosphere compared to the "fairy-forest" from last week. >:,] It took a while but I also added a parallax effect here and optimized the images to save space. I kept getting an error when it came to the middle ground so I had to find and fix the problem which delayed things. I don't have a video to show it in action but maybe next time. I do want it to be known again that these automatically happen and don't follow the cursor. :,,]
Here's a sneak peek of the new choices you can do when you're in this area now. >;]
This part required a lot of brainstorming before I figured out how I wanted the explorative part to go. This was originally going to go a different way completely but a particular day caused me to just scrap it and start everything over. I have a very solid idea on how I want all of this to go better than ever so I can't wait to show some of the new areas! I didn't expect this background to take as long as it did to draw up but hopefully next week I'll have more done!
Progress doodle layout:
Since certain endings are being changed I thought it would be cool to animate a progress layout to visually show how everything is going! It shouldn't take too long to finish this section up since I already have a foundation laid out.
Noah's sprite sheet update:
As far as Noah sprite sheets goes, it's still in sketch mode and I haven't messed with them yet since I've been practicing. :,,]
There are some old drawing prompts I wrote down and sketches that I'm still doodling up behind the scenes so hopefully I can get to them at some point with some attached lore. :,]
Q&A / Ask box is still open:
If you have any questions about Trembling Essence/Noah feel free to ask here please. This makes it easier for me to see and answer accordingly! I would really like to hear from you guys!
Thank you to those who have sent in asks after everything got reset! I'll try to get to them when I can along with the ones that come to mind that got deleted. I just need time to answer since I like to respond with doodles/drawings as practice. :]
Overall that's everything I have to share so far, thank you guys for your continued encouragement and support through all of this, I wholeheartedly appreciate it! :,,]
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Today I bravely ventured further than ere I’ve gone previously into the twilight fandom and discovered in no short order: Garrett and Kate winning a poll as a side couple; fluffy (?) head canons about Edward and Bella; discussion of wholesome Cullen family holidays where everyone more or less gets along and likes each other (including Edward and Jasper even!!!); and discussion of how cute an adopted cat could be for Rosalie to look after. And there weren’t master lists! Or many textual references at all! They thought the animal-eating Cullens with super strength who terrify animals could have a pet without a problem!
I have retreated to the ranks of familiar metas where I’m not made to feel unduly cynical about it all and everything makes sense (… unlike Edward and Bella as a functional, healthy, genuinely in love couple after no demon pregnancy and he turned her???). Soon I shall once again venture forth but I think recuperation is in order. It was a surreal experience like watching the Harry Potter films with someone who hadn’t read the books and them thinking Hermione was a well adjusted person socially (… she refused to acknowledge Ron had a right to feel bad his pet died for a good part of a year, I don’t know emotional intelligence is on her list of outstanding traits).
Well, the point of this blog is that I have very poor reading comprehension and therefore completely fail to get what I was supposed to from my reading material. Very bizarre interpretations of canon result from this, and we get blogs like this one (or @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta for that matter).
It's a significant and important not to forget factor that Muffin and I developed our understanding of Twilight canon during quarantine, we were sitting alone in our respective homes going a little feral in ways we are still coming to terms with. We weren't always like this, at least not about Twilight.
As for the Twilight fandom, the thing is that a lot of the people I see on my dash and who I disagree with on a lot if not everything, tend to write much better characterised Cullens than I manage. I'm very happy with my fics and wouldn't do anything differently, but the fact remains that even people who disagree with me on a lot on the surface level still characterise many of the characters (with notable exceptions like Aro, who is one of this fandom's characterisation chameleons. Everybody has their own Aro) very similarly, sometimes better (this especially pertains to Edward, a character I find difficult to write).
Also, I have to warn you- if this was what seeing the Twilight fandom did to you, stay far away from Harry Potter fandom and if you do venture into the Harry Potter fandom, the second you see a post tagged "Lily Evans" in the wild you run. Close the tab, turn off the computer, because the odds of the post being wildly and/or hilariously misogynistic are ten to one.
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OKAYYYYY!!! THE LAST PDBC POLL I DID RESULTED IN A FOUR WAY TIE (VERY GOOD FOR ME BECAUSE I LOVE TO YAP) SO I SHALL START OFF THE STRING OF LONG RAMBLING CHARACTER POSTS WITH MY BELOVED BELLONA!!! once again, because I’ve already talked about her a bit, there’ll be a lotta retreaded stuff. Also she, or really anyone else for that matter, does not have the sheer amount of lore that pumpkin daddy has, so this and the others will be a lot shorter (HEARTBREAKING) (IT’S ABOUT 3.9K WORDS COMPARED TO THE MONSTROUS 7K WORD PUMPKIN DADDY RANT)But nevertheless:
MUCH LIKE. PRETTY MUCH EVERY CHARACTER there is not a lot known about her early years (or, more accurately, I do not want to have to come up with anything for her early years). Her early life was pretty boring honestly. She grew up in a pretty secluded desert environment with her parents and older cousin. It’s never said what her family did for work, it’s left purposefully vague, actually, but it’s some sort of government job that’s extremely secretive. Do not ask about the mysterious government projects taking place in the desert, do not ask about the mysterious government’s projects taking place in the desert, DO NOT—
anyway her cousin is probably the only interesting thing about this time. Her cousin’s name is Glad (usually goes by her first and last name hyphenated together, so Glad-Yu) and she doesn’t have a mouth!! what!!! Yeah so Glad has a rare genetic condition that makes it so she doesn’t have a mouth (it also affects her hearing. She also has a distant relative who has the same condition, his name is Di and there is Literally nothing to know about him other than a very brief plot point that really doesn’t have anything to do with him directly). BUT DON’T WORRY SHE’S FINE she has a device that can transfer nutrients to her directly so not being able to eat isn’t a problem. As for communication, she just uses a kind of sign language. Anyways!!! Because she grew up in such a secluded area, only ever being around her cousin and parents, Bellona’s social skills are absolute garbage!!! Even aside from that, she’s also just kinda generally unsociable. Not in a social anxiety way, she just does Not Like most people and can be rude. One would be inclined to blame it on environmental factors or simple misunderstanding of social situations due to her very obvious lack of social skills, but alas, no. Perhaps sometimes that is the case, but for the most part, she’s just being an asshole, no way around it. She’s quite lovely to the people she does like, but to everyone else, not so much.
But back to the main timeline! Things actually start for her when she’s around 16ish. She very badly wanted to become a firefighter, but was too young to actually become one. She thought this was ABSOLUTE TRAVESTY. She was way in over her head and thought she was totally ready to do such a dangerous job (she was not!!!) and didn’t want to wait—she just wanted to jump into her career immediately. Luckily for her, or more so unluckily, there was a shady and definitely not official fire department that was oh so pleased to have such an enthusiastic new member! What joy! Haha it doesn’t matter you’re 16 you can join us (NO SHE CAN’T). By some miracle, things went alright for her in the first year or so. She was actually pretty good at her job, or at least as good as an inexperienced teenager could be. About a year into her quote unquote career, she got sent off to fight a 3 alarm fire, during which she got trapped. That alone would be bad enough, but because the fire department she worked for was extremely unprofessional, her safety gear didn’t work properly and it resulted in her getting badly burned from her shoulder to up to her ear.
She was for the most part fine, but was, understandably, extremely traumatized by the incident and became even more reclusive than before. By that point she’d moved out of her parent’s place and lived with Glad. Even through everything, still had that stubborn impatience and became EXTREMELY bored with doing nothing all the time. And being bored and impulsive is not a good combination!!! She eventually made the impromptu decision to go to medical school to become a doctor. Glad tried to talk her out of it, trying to convince her that it was NOT a good idea to do that, but Bellona was set in her ways and left the desert to go to some cheap-ass college. Surprisingly, she was extremely talented in the medical field despite having little to no experience. She landed an internship at the hospital she stayed at during the whole Almost Fucking Dying thing and in her free time developed ways to make Glad’s life easier. It became apparent rather quickly she was a bit of a savant in the medical field, instantly picking up on everything and getting perfect grades. Because of this she was offered to go to a more prestigious school on some faraway island with the weird-ass name of Fincg island. Oh wow this is all going well looks like her life is really on the up and up (WRONG) (DONT FORGET THAT SHE DIES BY THE END)
SO!!! Everything was…relatively stable for a while. Though the more time passed the more time she realized she was maybe starting to regret her career choices and she badly missed Glad. But it wasn’t all bad because she managed to actually get a social circle (SHOCKING), including a woman named Sirene. And Sirene was beautiful!!! Woah!!! So they began dating. How pleasant, I’m sure this can only end well! (it does not) BUUUT ANYWAY Bellona continued breezing through college (well. As much as you can breeze through something as tedious as med school) to become a surgeon, more specifically an orthopedic surgeon. “hey yknow isn’t it kinda strange how she’s doing that all so fast, I mean by this point she’s only freshly in her mid twenties—“ EXCELLENT OBSERVATION. I KNOW!! COUNTERPOINT, THERE ARE SENTIENT GRANOLA BARS IN THIS UNIVERSE, SO MED SCHOOL GOING FASTER THAN IN REALITY IS NOT THAT STRANGE. BUT DEFENDING PLOT HOLES ASIDE—yeah she was on the path to becoming an orthopedic surgeon. During this time, she also started babysitting a relative of hers in her spare time, Minerva. Minerva isn’t really relevant to the rest of this so don’t expect a lot about her BUT the point is, taking care of Minerva made Bellona realize “OH MAN I WANT KIDS.” Despite her being kind of uncaring to everyone else, she’s an absolute sweetheart towards kids and is surprisingly good with them. She WILL be rude to everyone around her but she will ALSO teach the precious little ones how to bake.
BUT ALAS!!! things with Sirene were Not working out!! Even after being together for a bit over a year it became obvious that there was no real spark between them. Sirene ABSOLUTELY BROKE AND DEMOLISHED bellona’s heart by breaking up with her although bellona wasn’t actually that upset but EEEEYIKES SHE WAS TOO BUSY WITH HER JOB TO UNPACK THOSE FEELINGS!!! and thus began a horrible string of failed relationships! Whoops! (Technically this stuff happens Later in the story but for the sake of clarity I’ll just put it all here in this section) she was out there speedrunning relationships and was VERY pissed off that nobody she dated was “the one”!!! Eventually though she started seeing one of her coworkers, a dude by the name of Dr. Faul. Faul is the human equivalent to a slice of white bread. Bland and inoffensive. He is also one of my favorite unimportant characters. Faul proposed to her while she was at his family’s home over the holidays and OH FUCK. OH SHIT. THAT IS SIRENE. yup turns out Sirene is faul’s sister. And she was there. There was an incredibly awkward moment of realization from the both of them, faul was over here pouring his heart out and bellona was just staring in pure terror at his sister who she was making out with sloppy style like 6 months ago. She kinda just reluctantly accepted his proposal to try to diffuse the awkwardness but then immediately went to talk to Sirene. Sirene apologized for dumping her so abruptly, and explained that she since realized the reason the relationship wasn’t working was because she was aromantic. Bellona was like “what the FUCK is an aromantic” and after having it explained to her there was a moment of horrified realization of “oh ok that explains a lot actually.” But alaaaas no matter how much Sirene tried to convince Bellona to just break off the engagement now NOPE it is TOO LATE I’m marrying your brother. Spoiler alert she did Not last long in that plan and like a week later she broke up with him. The breakup was recorded on a hacked security camera by some clown named JS (will get to him someday, he doesn’t have a lot to him but he was arguably the beginning of pdbc as a whole so he has a special place in my heart) and uploaded in a fail compilation online. Faul then earned the name Dr. Fail and he spent the rest of his days, as described by bellona, “wandering around like a lost spirit.” All that stuff Really isn’t important to the plot but I just so very much love Dr. Fail, he did nothing wrong but ended up being the victim of public ridicule
BUT OK. ALL THAT STUFF ASIDE. this is where things actually get interesting. Aka it is where the man the myth the legend PUMPKIN DADDY comes in. WOOOOOO so a patient came in, some fella who apparently was hurt in a horrible accident. and she HATED him right from the start. She didn’t even recognize him as the literal owner of the island, he was just this asshole who she had to deal with (she’s in general not very in tune with the customs of fincg island, never bothered to even try to adapt). Absolute piece of work, she did Not like him. Would probably have left him to suffer if it wasn’t her job to help him. Pumpkin daddy was pissed off the entire time and constantly trying to leave (NO you CANNOT just stand up and leave you have a SERIOUS BACK INJURY get the HELL BACK HERE) and just. yeah. It was the exact opposite of immediately hitting things off. I’ve mentioned before that her bedside manner was already iffy but for him especially she didn’t even try to hide her disdain. At the time she was not so subtly trying to get fired because she really started to hate her job but didn’t have the courage to up and quit, so she wasnt even trying to be nice in hopes of getting fired. But alas she was too talented and they kept her around. Buuut nonetheless she helped pumpkin daddy out of necessity. Unfortunately for her she was stuck around him for a while, and, as I mentioned in a previous long rambling post, they eventually developed a convoluted hate fueled not-friends-friendship. basically just bonded over their mutual hate for each other. Kinda gotta skip around a bit here bc I already yapped abt this part in the pumpkin daddy essay but YEAH
Eventually she developed a morbid fascination with him (as I think anyone would, honestly) and started hating him Slightly less. Keyword being slightly. They’d sometimes chat for a bit, but the true bonding moment was when they mutually decided hey. Wouldn’t it be so funny if you committed medical malpractice. SO SHE DID she performed a very illegal quote unquote “spine lengthening surgery” to make him two inches taller. By some miracle it was a success and once again because of her prestigious position as a respected surgeon nobody ever called her out for it. She also gave him a skeleton tattoo on his back when he was knocked out and he didn’t notice for years lmao. Anyhoo she’d occasionally hang around him outside of work to go to the illegal crab restaurant bc she couldn’t find it on her own, and on the way she’d do things to scare the shit out of him. Mostly as payback for the time pumpkin daddy startled her to the point she almost crashed backwards into the used syringe disposal and eeeyikes that would not have ended well! But she was VERY much poking the bear here, I cannot express how bad of an idea this was. She is like 4 foot 11 and pumpkin daddy is like 6 foot 3 and he could fucking snap her neck with no problem. He. Did not do that, obviously, but im just saying this was a BAD idea. She’s basically like a chihuahua, just a hatred filled little gremlin who tries to intimidate people that could beat her up in an instant
ANYWAY after a while of going to the illegal crab restaurant every weekend, she learned from pumpkin daddy and Gourdie about TBYTF and started studying it with them. She didn’t really make any big breakthroughs about it, she was basically just stuck being the mediator between the two because they had VERY different opinions on TBYTF. She planted a bunch of hybrid roses around (which she argued was just as cool as pumpkin daddy’s hybrids, come on, look, the roses are blue AND pink, that’s way better than making human life from scratch). Pumpkin daddy hated these roses but he didn’t dare touch them as to not ignite her fury. She’d occasionally bring Glad to the restaurant when she was in town, or Sirene (who was now on good terms with her) and they’d have a jolly old time(?) that’s probably not an accurate description. But they sure did had…a time, alright. When pumpkin daddy and Gourdie got divorced she…was not much of a help! She barely listened to their tearful ramblings. She probably ended up making them feel worse because it was Very Obvious she did not care. She would just silently nod and say “awesomesauce” as if that’s an appropriate response to “my wife is leaving me.” But she did help out a little bit by taking care of extra while they sorted things out. Even then her helpfulness was…questionable, she had no qualms with expressing her distaste with the circumstances of the divorce right in front of extra. Like in the middle of comforting him she’d say stuff like “it’ll be fine, they’re just being stupid. Apparently, communication isn’t in their vocabulary, but “you’re a shithead fairy betrayer” is.” But she made extra a lil necklace so it’s okay that she was swearing in front of children.
As a bit of a side tangent, during this time she became extremely petty on the matter of art. Art of any kind. Music, writing, drawing, anything of the sort. Turns out she sucks at it. I mean sure she can become a prestigious surgeon at a relatively young age and is excellent at math but for the life of her she can not do anything remotely artistic. She attempted to show off her alleged piano skills but turns out she only knew one song and even then pumpkin daddy played it better. Pumpkin daddy bought a guitar and she was so pissed off that he was immediately better than her at it that she threw it off a mountain (pumpkin daddy proceeded to retrieve the busted guitar and just tape it back together like nothing happened). She tried to write a children’s book cause ok, she’s good with kids, can’t be that hard right WRONG she failed miserably and got so mad she burnt down a library. Despite having extremely traumatic experiences with fires. She was so pissed off she forgot to be afraid of fire. So yeah she is uh. Not all too talented in anything other than strictly analytical or scientific fields.
BUT MOVING ON. As I said in an earlier post, she eventually quit her job and moved back to the desert with Glad to continue the Secret Government Project. She didn’t expect to ever come back even for a brief visit because she wouldn’t have the time (and, let’s face it, there’s no reason to travel all that way just to see PUMPKIN DADDY of all people) but remained in contact via the occasional letter. BEFORE SHE LEFT THOUGH pumpkin daddy pulled the ultimate and definitely not morally dubious prank of making a hybrid of her! He created human life solely to freak her out! And it worked! The hybrid’s name was hybelle and Bellona was NOT amused and was quite glad to not have to deal with it once she left! Hybelle was a pretty accurate hybrid of her though, there’s a bit more to her but that would fit more in with the Fina essay that I will. Eventually write.
She didn’t really do anything of major importance while back in the desert except for one thing that I completely forgot about until right as im writing this and it’s making me giggle like a fool, she saved Minerva from choking on a building. Like just straight up a building idk the logistics of it either. She was at Minerva’s college graduation and Minerva Somehow choked on the administrative building and the visual is making me laugh way too hard so I will just get on with it. BUT UH YEAH she didn’t do a whole lot during this point, was mostly just doing secretive government stuff with Glad and baking blueberry muffins. She couldn’t start a family because she neither had the time or energy, and she can’t have children (which pumpkin daddy blames himself for. “why the hell does he think it’s his fault” EXCELLENT QUESTION he once mistakenly released a mutated virus across the land that nearly killed off the cow population because it made them infertile. bellona helped make the cure for it and months later when she offhandedly mentioned she couldn’t have kids he just assumed it was because of her proximity to the whole rampant cow disease thing. It is Not the case, but he doesn’t know that and has lived in guilt ever since).
ANYWAY UH OH. WAR TIME. SHE DIES WE ALL KNOW THIS. so uh she eventually caught wind of the war going on on Fincg island and knowing that pumpkin daddy was probably doing a horrible job at dealing with it, she for the first time in decades left to go back. Less of a happy reunion and more of planning to beat him up until he had some sense knocked into him. Very literally the first thing she planned to do was tackle him when she saw him. She planned to meet him at the illegal crab restaurant but uh. He never showed up! Which was odd, considering he follows a very strict schedule that every weekend he goes to the illegal crab restaurant. But alas he never showed and she was just waiting there like a fool. After a few hours of waiting she thought she heard him but uhhh whoops it was not him. And she tackled a cat (SO much more to it than that but the cat (gloss) doesn’t yet have enough lore to justify an essay on him. Maybe someday, the lore’s always growing so maybe Gloss will have his time to shine). And broke its neck. She was incredibly distraught by this and was freaking out when UH OH!!! HERE COMES TBYTF!! YEAH SO idk if yall remember but the illegal crab restaurant is directly in TBYTF’s territory, and turns out, when there’s a corpse up there, the first thing it does is revive it. So gloss came back to life (now slightly possessed by tbytf due to it being what brought him back to life) and he was horrified at what he was seeing. A CRAB RESTAURANT. bellona pleaded with him not to tell anyone about it but that little pest ran down the mountain and called the police to report such a horrible, illegal establishment.
A BIT LATER THOUGH. UH. she was trying even more desperately to find pumpkin daddy and got caught in the central city, which at this point was a violent war zone. She almost escaped relatively unscathed but uh. We all know that is not how it goes! She got spotted by Terri, a Jorgan clan enthusiast (“hey wait don’t you have a pikmin oc named Terri” ERM YES. AND UH. THE PDBC TERRI CAME FIRST. GOOD LUCK ENJOYING MY MOTH-LOVING PIKMIN OC KNOWING THAT THIS IS WHO SHE’S BASED ON🥰🥰 A MURDERER). Terri was not happy seeing someone affiliated with the pumpkin clan in any way and uh. shot her. yeah. She didn’t immediately die, she ended up finding Extra throughout all the chaos and got him to pass on a message to pumpkin daddy. And then she. Yknow. died.
Ok so. There is technically more, but that part is…extremely undercooked. I tried to write it out and it was mostly just “I don’t know why this is yet or what happens after this BUT—“ and I think it’s best I don’t mention it at all lmao. It was only added to the story in like the last 2 weeks so it is not well developed!! At all!!Point is though Bellona’s fiiiiine she got to rest in peace. eventually. There’s some other stuff with her that I hesitate to mention because it wasn’t technically her? It was just an illusion of her. Pretty important to the plot but not so much to this long ramble so I think I’ll skip out on mentioning it. But yeah that’s uh, pretty much it for now.
ANYWAY RANDOM TRIVIA FROM THE TOP OF MY HEAD TIIIIIIME OK
• she has a trident. she has on numerous occasions almost hurt someone with it by swinging it around
• she likes astronomy!!! constellations and stuff!!!
• For being so rude to other people she will NOT tolerate being called any sort of names. Once got inconsolably angry when pumpkin daddy called her a bitch for insulting his cool new anti gravity sand
• She calls everyone sugar. Is it supposed to be demeaning, a compliment, who knows? She just does it
• This isn’t a piece of trivia this is just a quote that I just remembered: Think back to the lucky break that you got a few months ago. Remember it? No? Well, perhaps you forgot it because you are stupid. You are so unbelievably stupid. You squandered your perfect opportunity. You’ll never get it back. It’s all your fault. All your misery is the result of your own stupidity. Screw you. Screw you I hope you die and termites invade your casket and the doctors researching your brain drop it down the sink and little rats eat the tiny, minimal remains of it. take a WILD guess who it’s directed towards
• Despite living in the desert she’s extremely pale. Uses too much sunscreen I guess
• BUS. SHE HAS A BARELY FUNCTIONAL BUS UHHH
• she hates snowmen. she thinks they’re a waste of time and hideous
• Was once the victim of pumpkin daddy’s scammy home improvement business venture
• She loves gloves. Exact opposite of pumpkin daddy.
• once drank eggnog out of a puddle!!! Don’t ask!!!
• she was included in the short comic I sent to the original author!!! It’s technically not canon to PDBC so I didn’t mention it but yeah. Maybe I’ll post that comic someday but I’m a bit of a coward. But all she did in it was sit there being pissed off and not enjoying steaks
idk how to end this here’s this (RUNS AWAY AND EXPLODES)
#once again too lazy to proofread this. if there are repeating paragraphs whoops#I wrote this in like a day I’m probably forgetting a lot lmao#urrghh I love her though. she is one of my favorites#it’s especially funny because in the source material she does like. absolutely nothing. she is a living plot device.#you could probably pinpoint my inspiration for most of pdbc by reading though the original but not bellona#‘how did you get any of this from seven lines of dialogue’ I DON’T KNOW!!!#I mean. she’s actually the most accurate to her original version though#all she did was be an asshole and welp. that carried over to PDBC#damn I love her she’s so funny. 3rd favorite for sure#like. in roots she is Just as bad as pumpkin daddy but she gets zero consequences or blame for anything it’s so funny#she’s just sweaty and angry all the time and same#anyway.#not sure what else to say (AS ALWAYS. ASK ME QUESTIONS IF YOU HAVE ANY👹👹👹)#not a pikmin post#pdbc#Kurt essay is next 🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥💥 get ready
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Gale Rewrites the season 5 Finale
Now personally I really didn’t like the way this finale went. It did have some great ideas and concepts. But then the problems come in.
(As requested by the poll)
So the question is Where do I start?
I guess let’s start with Conformation.
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To be completely honest the plan that Gabriel and Tomoe came up with was smart. Making a magical illness that the alliance could help counter making tech addicts.
But I think what I would have made some tweaks.
1. The whole having Ladybug and chat noir supposedly kidnap Adrien and Kagami. It is unnecessary. Just have the rings Lock onto their fingers once a certain percentage of users hit and the simply have the rings transform them having them be locked on bots while the user is stuck in bliss of the peace. It’s a lot less convoluted and still accomplishes the goal without needing an additional few minutes to explain what’s happening. And then bam. Less opposition, and less need for explaination.
2. Felix gets involved. He decides that he can’t simply rely on Ladybug to confront his Uncle and kagami's mother. also these Alliance rings have gone too far. He breaks out Kagami and Adrien. Getting the rings off of them and getting them out before the alliance activates phase 2. This also helps Adrien get out of his slump. Because an argument would ensue and Felix let’s it slip that Marinette is going to confront his father. Which has Adrien decide he needs to go to. Even without Plagg. So they head to Paris.
Also the sentimonster he created was named Rescue, and it has a design similar to Feast (before akumatization), but instead of being Blue, he is green and the symbol on him is not the guardian symbol but the Japanese character for Freedom. Felix plans on Rescue being his last sentimonster and letting him live freely after.
(Also Felix’s and Kagami’s nightmares get revealed. Felix is seeing his father return and take his freedom. Kagami’s is being alone with no friends again)
3. Nathalie doesn’t just stop moving when telling Ladybug. She urges Ladybug to go and hurry. So Nathalie doesn’t just drop, not yet. Though she is on deaths door. (This is important for later.)
4. Alya and the resistance agree with Mylene and take the rings off before that little announcement, especially after Mylene points out how weird the rings are for being a perfect counter to the night torment. Thus saving everyone but Ivan who is too scared to take off the ring and it results in the similar scene.
5. Tomoe tries to warn that the kids escaped but Gabriel but is busy
With all these changes it still results in Bug Noire vs Monarch. But Adrien is outside and goes in
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Now for Recreation.
Monarch and bug noire start their fight and it gets intense like in canon.
Thanks to the security measures, Adrien can’t get in normally. So Argos suggests the window.
The iconic windows Monarch looks through, and he goes through it with them.
There Adrien sees all of the enslaved Kwami. He is horrified. And Felix seeing what his deal has brought is equally horrified. This means that Monarch was Gabriel.
And Adrien gets furious at Felix for knowing and making the deal. Which Felix ADMITS was wrong. Kagami keeps the peace.
Meanwhile, Tomoe reveals her back up plan. A Super miraculizer armor. Basically a Red version of it and puts it on, she is going to track down her daughter.
Cut to Lila still doing Lila things.
Kagami and Felix managed to shut down the miraculizer. So they all go inert. Meaning everyone is frozen. Except then Tomoe shows up. And her has a unique set up with her powers. Not linked to the other Miraculized. Argos and Rescue fight against Tomoe/ Kiseki Gozen.
And cut back to Gabriel fighting for his life, And everything is near checkmate.
Which causes Monarch to freeze, cause the hand has Adrien’s amok on it.
And there she detransforms just like in canon. Trying to talk him out of it.
Adrien rushes down to confront his father, and arrives just as Gabriel goes to use venom.
But Adrien calling out to him caused a stall, just enough for Marinette to avoid the attack but the movement caused her to drop the cat miraculous.
Adrien drops down and confronts his father. Then sees Marinette there and asks what she is doing down here?
But Gabriel smiles, his feint may have failed but now he has a back up.
“Adrien, I order you to get her miraculous.”
Adrien looks at his father angry but suddenly felt his body move on its own. What’s going on? Why is he not disobeying his father. He’s the bad guy!
Marinette pleads with Adrien, telling him not to.
Adrien picked up the ring.
“I… can’t stop myself… I’m sorry Marinette.”
He transforms revealing he’s chat noir. Ladybug was absolutely stunned
Shocking monarch too, but he laughs saying of course fate would have the ring under his nose the whole time.
Marinette transforms with tears in her eyes. Ladybug vs chat noir.
Argos and Rescue losing to the different powers of Tomoe, and is about to end Argos. But Rescue takes the hit and is killed in his place. Argos cries for Rescue, which Tomoe dismisses saying it was just a monster. Kagami snaps back and breaks all the kwamis out of their containers. They attack Tomoe and her powers gone. Tomoe orders Kagami to help her. To which Kagami tells her.
“You can’t control me anymore.”
Ladybug pleading with Chat noir/ Adrien to stop. Adrien saying he wanted to tell her he was chat noir but not like this.
Marinette telling him that she wanted to save him, that she wanted him to be free. That she loved him.
Adrien tears in his eyes activates cataclysm, but in some act of defiance hits himself with it. Causing him to scream and stun Gabriel.
Chat noir falls to the ground.
Gabriel screams asking why he did that.
“I’d rather die than hurt Marinette. I’ve done that more than enough times.”
Gabriel starts backing up. He got all his rings back and tried using them, but it’s no good. So he falls to his knees in defeat. It’s over he’s going to die. Nathalie is going to die, and his son will be alone.
Argos and Kagami drop down to see the aftermath. Marinette and Adrien are detransformed. Felix and Kagami are glad they are okay. The Kwami behind them.
Marinette and Adrien look at him. Wondering what to do.
(Now here I have 4 options)
1. Marinette uses new ladybug power because power of creation is limitless and cures Gabriel. Then Nathalie. Saving them both.
2. It’s too late for Gabriel and he turns to ash. But Marinette remembers Nathalie, and using the Rooster miraculous have create a power of healing which fixes Nathalie.
3. There is no powers that could fix it, so it ends with both Nathalie and Gabriel passing on.
4. Ladybug’s power can save Nathalie but Gabriel it’s too late because Ladybug awakens the power only when seeing Nathalie again.
For the sake of trying to keep things as consistent with the season 5 finale. I will say 2 or 4 happened
Nathalie gets cured, Adrien gets his amok rings. And Ladybug casts miraculous cure. Fixing all the damage done by the miraculized.
Cut to the time skip weeks later.
Tomoe was arrested for conspiring with Monarch. Gabriel Agreste was revealed to be monarch. The Graham de vanily family seized all the assets regarding Gabriel Brand.
The alliances were scrapped and recycled. Bustier is mayor.
Nathalie was healed and took over as Legal guardian interestingly for both Adrien AND Kagami. Turns out those contracts Tomoe and Gabriel had signed was that should anything happen to the other, the legal Guardian would fall between her or Gabriel. And Nathalie was named in that agreement as the 3rd party in the case of both being lost.
Marinette fixed up the miraculous and explained what happened to Suhan and Alya. Alas She, chat noir couldn’t find the butterfly for some reason.
Emilie was given a proper grave. The garden area was turned into a pool area. And things are in a way like they were from the aftermath.
(Also show some clips from the fights around the world and that can be the miraculous world cameos)
Argos earned his role as a hero. Amelie moved to Paris as she is in charge of rebranding Gabriel. Also we get to meet the Graham de vanily Family.
Adrien and Marinette get their cute fountain scene with twists. Adrien being afraid of ending up like his father, but Marinette telling him she will be with him always. Even if it’s just the two of them against the world.
Then they kiss (also their miraculous reacts so it has all the lovesquare flash. So Marichat kiss, Ladrien kiss, and Ladynoir kiss. Because All sides of the square resolve)
(I know I skipped the wish, and yes I know we miss Gimmi and the true forms of kwami. But tbh it’s not that important and could be shown later)
Lila also gets her miraculous and gets to be the villain of season 6.
#miraculous ladybug#ml#ml season 5 rewrite#that’s my fix#yes it’s self indulgent#but it’s good#adrinette#ml critical
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I think that the complaints about Vickie are less "she is too similar to Robin" (bc girl literally had half a scene of screentime. we have no idea who she is.) and more "once again there are only two (2) explicitly queers in the show (I will always be a Will should've come out to Jonathan truther) so of course they will be forced together".
She was only barely introduced. It feels a lot like the only reason she exists is so Robin can be with someone. The Duffers already have problems dealing with their current (pretty big) cast, it does not bode well for Vickie's characterisation tbh (I'm sorry, I love him as much as the next person. But Argyle's one (1) personality trait is literally. Weed. So it doesn't seem improbable that Vickie's one (1) personality trait would be becoming Robin's girlfriend. Which would suck for obvious reasons. Also, like. They are already infamous for their treatment of queer(-coded) characters)
It would also take away from stobin time, which is an already established dynamic everyone (if you don't you are simply factually incorrect sorry not sorry) loves. The cast is huge, the Duffers will have to pick and choose who they want to focus on, and it seems way more probable that those will be the established mcs (Will & El especially) and not Robin's side-character love interest. I mean, it would honestly be bad storytelling if they did that in the last season.
Especially since the straight romances are so good. Lumax? Absolute banger. The early Stancy development? So good. Jancy? Pretty sure there's a poll out there about how they are one of the most well-liked couples. Mileven? Multiple seasons establishing groundwork before they even get together. To have Vickie not even be a character before she is thrown into a relationship with the only lesbian feels a bit like a slap in the face. Like, at least Steve had a bunch of character development after the breakup but that can't happen with Vickie because it's the last season and they really have other stuff to worry about 😪 Like, idk, at least everyone else had a choice, which is part of what makes those romances so impactful (lumax, jancy, etc etc), while Robin - on the count of being a lesbian and Vickie being the only other sapphic character - really.....doesn't.
(Plus maybe it's the aro in me speaking, but I found it kinda cool to have a canonically queer character whose story arc is not completely focused on romance for once)
I also think this part of the reason why ronance got so big. Nancy already *is* her own person. Nobody can look at Nancy and say "her only personality is being queer" or "she's only here so Robin doesn't end up alone because we obviously need to pair everyone off somehow". A relationship between them would be another facette of their development, not the one thing that defines them. (Like. Her being bi is literally the only reason Vickie is even in the season. Sorry not sorry.)
But I mean. The season isn't out. We barely saw the two interact. My expectations are already below ground level. Maybe they will surprise me.
#i hope this doesnt come off as discourse or mean it was just an observation#analyzing what my feelings regarding this are and putting it into words#tbh i personally would rather robin and vickie be queer bffs than girlfriends. but. once again. very aro#stranger things#robin buckley#vickie stranger things#(she doesnt even have a last name 😭)#robin x vickie#ronance#stobin#st s5
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antis unironically describe proshippers as “pshits” “proshitters” “pisscourse” and also have a racism problem that goes unchecked in their communities, AND they seem to care a lot more about this discourse than proshippers. I’ve even seen one person making a poll about video essay topics and the most voted option was “proshippers and taboo topics”. But they’re not chronically online eh?
I honestly feel like antis are *only* in fandom spaces to get on proshipper's nerves. Like why are these 15 year olds bitching at us for what we like in fiction? I'm not gonna be lectured by a minor that unironically uses the term "proshitter". They're just miserable all the time. All they do is bitch and complain and don't bring a damn thing to fandom, other than giving us all a massive headache. Not to mention some of their DNIs. They get so ridiculous and loooooong. Like if your DNI is longer than the god damn bible, you maaaaaay want to get offline. Like I understand not wanting to interact with someone that ships something you don't like...but that's kind of YOUR job to block them. I'm not gonna look at everyone's seizure inducing carrd (and believe me, there's a lot of them) to find the magic words of "proship dni". I've seen ppl that even have "m/f shippers dni" on their carrd, as in, if you like any m/f ship, to not interact, despite a lot of us being queer ourselves and hcing characters as trans, bi, etc. etc. It honestly feels like they don't allow anyone to think differently from them. They just want everyone in fandom to be the exact same. Where tf is the fun in that? Like I'm moots with a lot of MHA fans. I personally don't care for MHA (like I only really like the ship dkbk and I like Dabi and that's pretty much it), but I'm not gonna be like "ewww, you like MHA. Get the fuck away from me." People are allowed to like stuff you don't like. Like yes, it's a little different when it comes to incest, lolisho and stuff like that. I understand someone not wanting to interact with that type of stuff. But once again, it is your responsibility to curate your own online space. It's not an artist's job, it's not a writer's job. It's your job. I have also seen ship art of Vi/Jinx before and someone commenting shit like "This traumatized me". Stfuuuuu. You did not get traumatized because an artist drew pixels kissing. Stop misusing words omfg.
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Yay I did it. Since people were in the majority (and I never meant to make the poll so long) here is chapter 1 of my post game long fic for Tumblr
Chapter summary: Astarion needs to make it in time to meet his friends. So he travels to Waterdeep to pick up a friend along the way. Traveling isn't very fun for a vampire, though.
Warnings: none
Words: 2650
Chapter 1: Welcome to Waterdeep
Sometimes Astarion wonders what sleeping would be like. To waste away hours of the night, or day, cradled by sweet dreams. Time spent not worrying or plagued by existence.
If he was able to sleep like normal mortals, other than elves, he would have spent less time being bored. Not that hunting down a notorious robber of merchants wasn't fun. That was quite so. Their blood was even more fun to indulge in. Then the small celebration he hosted for himself to gain the shallow praise of strangers he helped...was also very fun.
But it's when the chase stops and the party ends that his mind wanders right back to his main source of worry.
Axel.
His beloved hunter.
Astarion kicks off his boots by the inn door and throws his belongings on the bed; one he won't even use. He flings himself into the chair by the fire and groans.
It's been a month since the reunion with their fellow travel mates. The merry band of misfit weirdos who stopped an army of mind flayers and helped kill Cazador. Got to see that camp with brand new eyes.
If someone had told Astarion, nearly a year prior, that Cazador would be dead. He'd be an unlikely hero. Find someone who he'd love and cherish more than anything, and find friends he would never admit to caring for. He doesn't know. He'd probably laugh and lure them to Cazador for dangling a bone in front of a starving dog. It’s hard to imagine how he’d react. He barely knew what to do the moment he opened his eyes and the sun blinded him the day he landed.
At the reunion, everyone besides Lae'zel, Karlach, and Wyll, agreed to meet up again for the Moon and Spirit Festival on the northern end of the Sword Coast in Neverwinter. It was perfect. Shadowheart discovers her loyalty to her new goddess, and it takes place at night so Astarion won't have to worry about the sun. And it gives them all a chance to reunite once again just a little over two months later.
That's the problem. It's been over a month. This Moon and Spirit Festival was just a little under a month away and Astarion would have to leave this cozy inn he found for himself just to make it in time on foot.
Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but Axel is still gone. The man had left nearly two weeks prior.
“I swear. I will only be a fortnight. If I'm any longer, I promise you,” Axel cups Astarion’s hands and feather kisses them, “I will reunite with you at the festival.”
A sinking feeling tugged inside Astarion. He trusted Axel, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like the man was hiding something from him. His tongue itched to pester Axel for more information on where he was going, but he knew it was hopeless. Axel would never reveal it to him. That made the sinking feeling turn to poison ready to be spit out.
Axel seemed to sense Astarion's frustrations and leaned to cradle Astarion’s head against his own. “I love you. I promise you I will return.”
It's been a fortnight…yet no Axel.
Vile thoughts rip Astarion's chest open. What if he abandoned you? That sinister voice asked himself.
Astarion shot to his feet, so quickly that the chair he sat on knocked over. He shook his head and began to pace.
Axel wouldn't abandon him. Why wouldn't he? Have you seen yourself? Very funny. Everyone would leave you if they truly knew every detail of your past. They would leave you in a heartbeat if they saw the real you.
No! Axel hasn't. Astarion has cut himself open more than once to let the darkness ooze out in front of him, yet the man stayed.
Till now.
Astarion scowls and lodges his claws in the bedpost. What is he going to do? He made a promise to the others, yet should he leave here before Axel shows up? What if he comes back tomorrow or the next and Astarion is gone?
He did say he would meet him at the festival.
Astarion sighs. He guesses he'll just have to trust his lover on this.
He falls back on the bed and pouts up at the ceiling. It's not like you need him.
True. But it doesn't mean he doesn't still long for him.
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Astarion gave it one more day. He forced some bandits outside of town to hand over their money before ripping into them for an added bonus. It got him through the night, but the day was approaching fast. It isn't the easiest thing, traveling during the day as a vampire. It means he can only get so far during travel than others.
His solution was stuffing himself in a box on the back of a wagon. Not the most elegant, and quite frankly something he loathes, but it's better than walking the whole way. The man he offered money to doesn’t have a covered wagon, so a makeshift coffin is the closest he’ll get.
He couldn't wait for Axel any longer. If he had, he'd be way too late for the second reunion. The man promised him he'd be there, so it was Astarion’s turn to put his faith in him.
The box, or rather, the crate was far too small. Astarion felt like a contortionist being locked away. Utterly humiliating. Only comfort Astarion finds, is that the others aren’t here to witness this. The wagon coach didn't seem to be bothered by it, which Astarion took as a good sign. Or maybe a concerning one? Just not on his behalf. If Astarion was the man, he would question why someone preferred to “sleep” this way, but each their own.
Each step of the horse carried through to the crate, bumping it and rattling it like a doll. Unfortunately, it was growing closer to the new year, so winter had dominated Faerûn. Meaning the sun provided no warmth to seep into the crate. For a vampire, the cold is not much of a problem, but Astarion’s skin still longs for the heat. A tragedy he must endure.
Thankfully, a trance helped pass some of the time and allowed him to feel refreshed enough to waste the rest of the sun away. The moment the cool air of night drifted into his homemade coffin he burst forth with a dramatic flair. Much like a true vampire would from their healing sleep. He moved up to the front of the wagon for the rest of the night, taking over the reins when the man was tired and needed his sleep.
It was quite busy along the roads. Refugees from all over are now returning to their homelands, or heading to other major cities if their homes were destroyed. Their blood pounded in their veins like sweet nectar, the scent filling the air like a bouquet of metallic flowers. The Hunger inside him grew from a whisper to a banshee's scream in seconds.
The beast is not a stranger to Astarion. No, he's as intimate with the Hunger as he has been with a thousand other victims, only this intimacy is rooted deep within like a root of a tree.
A group of refugees crowded the road, slowing down Astarion’s cart. The nice pace he created was now a slow trot through the maze of heat, noise, and pounding.
A little girl, sweet and innocent, the very mocking of Astarion's nature, skipped alongside the wagon. She smiled, oblivious to the growing thirst inside him. The scent of her warm blood dominated the aroma of the air, tempting and tormenting him in equal measure.
Astarion clenched the reins till it bore holes in his skin as the struggle within him intensified. The child's laugh echoed a fragile melody that grounded him away from the predatory whispers from the Hunger. How easy it would be to snap her neck. He would not. He's better than some depraved beast. He’s spent almost a year sustaining on the foul and the wicked, only using Axel when Axel offered himself over. It has kept him sustained.
But never satisfied. The Hunger would never be satisfied.
Astarion snapped the reins and pushed forward, caring not if the refugees or travelers moved out of the way (thankfully they did). He’d feed on his host, but unfortunately, he needs the man to be his guide during the day, and being away from any type of settlement lowers his access to criminals, so animals it is tonight. No bother. There is plenty of fauna frolicking amongst the trees. The blood of a fawn and its mother already called for him within the woods.
The hunt and his return to the cart went completely unnoticed by his sleeping guide. The Hunger thankfully remained silent the rest of the way.
This cycle repeated for five nights and four days till he arrived in Waterdeep. Even though this is his first time in this city, he’s heard more than plenty from Gale to make up for his lack of experience.
Waterdeep from beyond the gates of the city is just as impressive as Baldur’s Gate. Towering walls and watchtowers line the city just as Baldur's Gate has. Looming spires and intricate architecture adorn the skyline, casting impressive shadows onto the road outside the walls. Astarion and his host enter through the check gate together and distant sounds of the city become more distinct – the hum of bustling markets, the distant clatter of hooves on cobblestone, and the increasing sounds of chatter.
“Guards are a bit more scary looking for the River Gate.” Astarion’s wagon friend grumbles.
Astarion figures this is a good chance to get more information. “Is that what this entrance is called?” He gestures towards the approaching gate.
The man gives a quick huff that Astarion takes as a yes. How simple-minded his friend seems to be. Partly how I got this far.
“Care to elaborate, or must I spell it out for you?” Astarion rests his chin in the palm of his hand, crossing his legs with the slightest of pouts.
“Oh, right,” the man shifts his fisher hat, “you said you were new to these parts. I reckon this might be a tad overwhelming, eh?”
Astarion shakes his head. “Not in the slightest.”
“Ah well, the River Gate’s the entrance for the Trades Ward. That's where my family and me’s got a shop. You're welcome to stop by anytime by the way. My wife makes a killer veggie stew.”
Astarion hides his eye roll by turning his head. “Yes. I most certainly will think about it. Would you perhaps know the name: Gale Dekarios?”
The man scratches under his hat once more. “I don't reckon I have. It’s such a big city, it's easy to lose count of people. A friend of yours?”
Astarion leans back. “Something of the like.” Then a piece of information comes back to him. “He’s a wizard, a professor actually. For Blackstaff Academy. Don’t imagine you’ve heard of it?”
A puzzled look plagues the simple man’s features, then the look of sudden surprise. “Oh yes! That’s the Blackstaff tower over on Swords Street. A bit eerie if you ask me, but I suppose it's a fitting place for wizards.” That was enough for Astarion. He’d try there first. That’s if the bumbling idiot hasn’t already taken off for the festival.
One more question. “Where is this Sword’s Street?”
“Home of The Lady Dreaming. North in the Castle Ward. Look for the sleeping lady.”
Astarion grimaces slightly then smirks. “Am I to ask every sleeping beauty I come across or is there a special one I should be watching out for?”
Astarion’s sarcasm goes unnoticed as the man laughs. “Oh, why she’s the lady in the garden. She’s a massive statue that looks over the city from her slumber. Least that’s what legend tells. I believe the tower might be before the lady though.”
Astarion supposes that's enough for now. He fears that if he asks any more questions the man’s brain might erupt from the amount of thoughts flowing in.
Astarion's crimson eyes flicker with a tinge of curiosity, his gaze momentarily tracing the details etched into the ancient stone of the gate as they finally enter the city. The city's lights paint a kaleidoscope of colors, reflecting off the polished armor of passing guards and the gem-laden stalls of merchants preparing to close shop. Astarion's eyes gleam as he observes the diverse array of inhabitants, from noble figures in regal attire to the more discreet denizens of the night. All of it is so familiar to him, even the subtle taste of salt from the sea breeze.
The Trades Ward is far more buzzing with life than The Lower City of Baldur’s Gate. The street that flows through the heart of it all is more compact and a better reflection of the Upper City than the Lower City. A part of it feels like home to him. The noise is like a war drum, the senses being overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of things to look at and smell. It's a far cry from the almost torpid nature of life on the outside. City life never sleeps. Not in a city known for its splendor and wealth. Every person looking for their next meal, or next sale, or the next person to warm their bed. Every need can be fulfilled in the city.
Asatrion smiles up at castles and towers and turns over to point it out to… His smile warps into a scowl. Disappointment didn’t begin to describe what he felt. He hated his travel companion at that moment. Hated him for who he was not. Hated himself for letting reality slip from him. He had grown so accustomed to having Axel there by his side that the sudden loss felt jarring. No quip or witty banter. No indulgence in Astarion’s antics. Just silence and a stranger. It made that longing in him grow stronger.
Astarion hops off the first moment he can, tossing his friend the coin pouch he promised, and slips away through the crowd. He moves with fluid grace, capable of navigating the city streets with ease. Might be new streets, but if you can navigate one big city, you can navigate any of them.
The sun would be upon the city in a few hours. Just enough time for Astarion to find a place to shelter himself for the day. In a city this populated, it won’t be hard to find an inn or two.
Astarion passes by one he recognizes as a pleasure house by the smell of it. It doesn't interest him, instead, he makes his way farther north and finds a tavern that catches his interest. This one must be on the edge of the Trades Ward, as the markets grow more sparse and the patrons grow more lavish.
The sign above reads “Ghost Sword”.
It's not the most popular tavern, which for him might be a good idea. Back in the day, he would have only gone to the most upheld and most occupied estate. Easier to find a target. Nowadays, without any pressure to lure anyone back, he has the luxury of choosing a place for more than its guests. Once a novel concept.
Instead, he chooses this one for its silk-covered cushions. Meaning they must have silk sheets. He would kill to lay in a silk bed instead of a wooden box.
A throat clears from behind him. Astarion shrugs it off, thinking it is another random noise, and takes the key to his room. Then it happens again.
Astarion scans the room till his eyes land on a familiar sight. A projection of the very man he was looking for.
Gale.
#astarion#gale dekarios#baldur’s gate 3#astarion bg3#bg3 gale#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 tav#shadowheart#fanfic#post game#astarion x male tav
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hi! could you tell me, which do you think is the most effective yan type, and why? because while i could see the manipulative might be the best long term, i also think a sadist would be quicker to get you to submit to stop the pain. would the obsessive’s persistance unsettle you to the point of pulling away, or will having someone so attentive to your needs trap you in a situation where you can’t help but feel comfortable? would the delusional drive you mad to anger, or mad to where you can’t distinguish between what they tell themself and what they tell you? stuff like that, tell us your thoughts!
Oh, that's really just a personal kind of question for everyone...
Like, for me, if I am completely honest to myself, I'd probably be not an easy target for a manipulator, but only if they go for the long run, it might be my downfall. I just try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt and assume the good in people, as well as you said I am fairly easy to read I think. (Also lowkey desperate to be liked, lol.) So if they play their cards right and take their time, I could totally be gaslit I think. It makes me wary and I don't really have the intention to make new friends constantly, but if they show genuine interest and wait out the doubts, I wouldn't have much to defend myself with.
I can see though that someone who might have experienced abuse in any form before won't fall as easily for a manipulator because of their wariness, but would ultimately been broken down by someone that is physically subduing them, whether with violence or by punishing them with more abuse like taking away their food, isolation, etc. Some people would easily fall into the trap that, once the punishment is over, they cling to their yandere for a while just to not go through it again. Because it is safer and more comfortable in their mind, just as they were taught from their earlier experiences.
As for the delusionals, it has the same base as the obsessive yans. If you don't see eye to eye with them, they'll put you through what they are trying to make you believe is bad to the point where you have to agree if just for the sake of them stopping. Slowly but surely, you'll begin to stop yourself from doing what you want, just to not upset them again, and that's what they want.
It might be a stretch and not everyone will agree, but it's how I see it, based on the fact that humans have basic needs and emotional needs that are still deeply anchored into our brains/nerve system. (I mean, wanting to be liked basically was a survival skill because if the group forced you out then you'd probably have died in the ice age or so.) (My therapist really likes brains and how they work, don't be surprised.)
The problem about a sadist is that they won't stop (because they like seeing you in pain), so after a while you probably learn to deal with the pain, more than you submit to them longterm. And that will raise more defiance, unless you are very shaken by physical pain.
And in the end, no matter what type, if they stick around for too long there is always the risk to fall into Stockholm Syndrom, soooo.
I think I will hand this question over, now that we have these cute little polls, because it's so dependant on your own personality and experiences. So if you guys like, think about the question and feel free to leave your vote!
As always, discussions and replies are welcome ♥
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Back for more! This time... violence. ⚔
8, 17, 18, 19 if you please!
Ooo more!
Again, I will post with minimal to no explanation:
8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
Apparently the fandom is wrong about what/who a green flag character is (some of the characters in the poll had me side eyeing this fandom really hard I must say)
17. there should be more of this type of fic/art
This is gonna sound bad but all of it. And I mean this in a "I want more people to be confident posting their creations" kind of way and not a "let me see your creations!!!" kind of way. I have never once seen bad fanart or read a bad fic. I see the love put into them and it makes me so happy. Also a lot of people are incredibly talented like holy shit.
18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...
Oh ummm....so many but honestly I understand why a lot of people don't watch some of the shows I enjoy. Also I'm kind of out of touch at all times so I might say something that is not being slept on. Let me go with Deep Night. It came out earlier this year (and even I watched it late) but it's got poly! Canon poly!
19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...
I feel like it's very important to note that I do not feel shame. Or it is very difficult to get me to feel shame. Especially over things I like. I like what I like and if someone has a problem with that or thinks I'm cringe or whatever than that seems like their issue. But if I HAVE to choose something...ummm...Secret Crush On You? I mean I love that show and I actually have convinced at least one person to power through the first three episodes. That show should be cringe but I don't care I love it. It's just everything to me.
Violence Ask Game
#i have not been asked these yet!#i love answering these ones thank you#ask game#choose violence ask game
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