#and i can't tell the people in charge of it or else I'll just seem more stupid

[ollierachnid]

my loves it is Not good

[violetclarity]

started last night online shopping for new bras/bralettes because mine have gotten gross af, ended it looking at crochet bralette patterns so I could make a rainbow top for pride. I solved a different problem??

[thatfreshi]

"He Can't Have You" (Astarion x Reader)

Seems as though Auntie Ethel doesn't go down without a fight, and that fight involves bringing out the worst in people's minds. (Also we get to see where the nickname Aster came from)

tw - mentions of abuse, panic attack

The Sunny Wetlands, later revealed to be a putrid swamp, have proven particularly difficult for Astarion. The last thing any of you expected was to find a Gur hunting him, especially this far from the city. It made your heart skip a beat, hearing the monster hunter utter his name, and you could feel the tension in the vampire. Thankfully, you did away with him quickly. By now, he's told you plenty about his past, at least as much as he could bear to tell. That haunting feeling though, knowing that Cazador was hunting him, it was paralyzing. As you searched for Mayrina, you and Astarion fell behind the rest of the group.

"Are you alright my love? I could tell them we should just set up camp for the night, rest up for dealing with the hag."

"Nonsense. What would I look like, asking everyone to stop for me? The Gur has been dealt with, let's just leave it at that darling."

"I cannot imagine dealing with the hag will be easy though."

"I'll simply run my blade through her like I do everything else. I'll be fine."

It hasn't been long enough with him to truly know if he's lying, but you certainly have a hunch. On the way back to the hag's house, Gale casts detect magic.

"She's definitely in here. We should be prepared."

Sure, she looked like a sad old woman, but those adventurers told you the truth, how she took their sister. When Karlach leads the charge, opening the door, she tries to look shocked.

"Oh dear! It's quite rude to storm into someone's house like that. Where are your manners?"

Without responding, Karlach throws her axe into the hag's shoulder, breaking the illusion, showing the monster for who she is. Covered in grime, like a witch born straight from the mud.

"It looks like I'll just have to teach you all how to be polite!"

Karlach tries to go for a second hit, but the hag teleports. Gale soon tracks her down, casting a ray of frost. Astarion follows her up the stairs while she tries to counterspell Gale. You and Lae'zel try to attack from a distance, missing because of just how quick she can move from place to place. Wyll has focused on assisting Gale, and Shadowheart is keeping track of all your party members, making sure to be there as soon as one of you takes a hit. In the meantime, she casts guidance on Astarion, who is fighting much more intensely than usual. Perhaps killing the Gur wasn't enough, and the anger was still boiling inside.

"Alright little mosquito, you want to be a thorn in my side? Poor decision."

The hag disappears from sight, and Astarion stops in his tracks. At first you think nothing of it. It almost looks like he's searching the room for where your enemy landed. For him though, the hag has cast a strong illusion, preying on his worst fear: being back in Cazador's grasp. The teahouse has transformed into the kennels, cold stone on bare feet, blood spattered across the walls.

Well, well, well. Seems as though the boy never learns! Perhaps, this time, will set you straight.

He hears the voice of Godey taunting him, threatening to pull him apart again.

"No! No, I left- I left, I was free!"

It's at this moment you realize he's not here, not in the mental sense.

"Focus on the hag, I'll try to snap him out of it."

You order the rest of the group, and they nod without a word, searching the teahouse for where she's gone now. You run up the stairs, finding a trembling pale man who has dropped his daggers.

Deep down, you like bein' leashed, don't ya?

The words bounce around in his head, a vision of Cazador appearing. You try to shake him, to mentally connect him back to his body, but it only plays into the illusion more, your actions becoming Cazador's.

"Astarion! Astarion it's just a spell, it's not real. It's not real my love, please."

Soon enough, your group finds the hag again, disrupting her concentration, releasing her grip on the elf. His breathing is terrifyingly fast, and he takes a moment to come out of the vision, grabbing a dagger from the floor and very quickly brandishing it towards you.

"DON'T."

You're trying desperately not to cry, because you know he doesn't need your shared sadness right now.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just me, Tav."

You lightly touch the hand holding the dagger, and he loosens his grip. Your hands move to take the blade from his grasp, setting his weapons to the side.

"I... I was there. I was back there."

"I know. Seems as though Ethel knows more than she should."

Astarion is still trying to root himself back in reality, you blood still racing in his dead veins.

"I can't go back Tav. Please, I can't go back."

"I know. I won't let you end up back there, ever."

He's still weary of physical touch, so you simply rub across his knuckles, trying to ground him in the moment. Your deepest urge is to wrap yourself around him and never let go, keep him in a protective case where no one can ever hurt him again, but that's not real. Being entirely safe isn't real. But damn, do you wish it was, for his sake.

As you're sitting there with him, the group makes their way back.

"We lost her. Have a feeling she went deeper into a cave somewhere."

You eye Karlach, and the two of you come to a silent understanding as you hold onto Astarion's shakey hands.

"We'll go set up camp where we entered the swamp. Take your time."

And with that, the tiefling takes the rest of your companions out of the teahouse, leaving the two of you alone.

"Why?"

You turn to look at him, cocking your head slightly.

"Why what?"

"Why would you say you won't let me end up there again? Cazador isn't some being you can simply keep me from, he's... different."

"I don't care."

"What do you mean you don't care?"

"I just, don't care. I don't care how powerful he is or whatever abilities he has, he can't have you. He just can't."

You finally do tear up now, not sure how else to explain it to the vampire.

"He most definitely cou-"

"No."

You try to blink the tears away, feeling the little callouses on his palm from over the decades.

"I want you to know what it's like to belong to someone in a pure way, not for personal gain, but just because they need you. And now that I have you... I just need you. I need you Astarion, so he can't have you. I'd die before he could take you from me."

He's silent for a moment. All forms of ownership he's known have been terrifying. Whatever could you mean by belonging to someone in a pure way? How can you belong to someone innocently? Your tadpole senses his concern, connecting without much effort at all.

"I don't need anything from you. I don't need you to do anything for me, I just need you Aster."

He smiles a little.

"Aster?"

"Yeah. Sorry, I had just been thinking about it. If you don't like it-"

"No I- I love it. Aster. Like the flower?"

"Yeah."

Somehow, the teahouse is peaceful in this moment. You feel young all over again, like you've never been in love before, like Astarion is the only being you've ever known. He interrupts your thoughts.

"Thank you, for saying all that. Maybe I wouldn't mind belonging to someone without expectations. It sounds, nice."

His voice cracks on the last word.

"Well, Aster, then you can belong to me as long as you'd like."

You swipe a piece of hair behind his ear, looking for a reason to get close to his face. As if the fates knew it to be true, you lock lips, despite the horrific smell outside and the creaking wood of the floorboards, you're somewhere else. Some place where the asters bloom in peace.

[casino-lights]

King Alistair vs Warden Alistair discourse always seems to resurface, like all of the other character-centric discourse, with each resurgence of the dragon age fandom. fandom veterans are probably tired of this by now, but since a lot of new people are playing origins and the old arguments about players making Bad Choices in this rpg are getting rehashed, here's my two cents on this topic in particular. 

I was watching my girlfriend play through some of the early levels in origins when I suddenly had a lot of thoughts about Alistair and she encouraged me to share them. throughout his introduction and his subsequent role in Ostagar and the Wilds, we see Alistair being quick-witted and snappy with his humor, but also very focused and dutiful. we see him being (mostly) respectful and polite, but also fairly confident and surprisingly authoritative considering his behavior later in the game. Alistair is comfortable here in Ostagar, and he's comfortable as a Warden not only under Duncan's command, but also over these new recruits. he doesn't shy away from his role as a mentor, the one who's supposed to show everyone the ropes and keep them on task and on schedule. he kindly yet firmly puts Jory back on track when he stumbles, he takes charge when he finds out the Tower of Ishal has been overrun, and he displays thorough knowledge of both the plan and the original expectations of what would be found in the tower. he's also knowledgeable about Blights and some Warden history, and he takes it upon himself to inform Duncan of Morrigan and Flemeth instead of just letting the player talk like he does later on.

speaking of that scene, Duncan is a bit firm but not angry or mean when he says he tells Alistair not to focus on the fact that Morrigan and Flemeth are likely apostates. he tells Alistair in no uncertain terms that this is not his concern and he needs to return his attention to the task at hand. this is not dissimilar from the way the player can later tell Alistair that people are taking advantage of him and he needs to make sure he's standing up for himself, but I'll get into this more a bit later.

what I'm trying to get at is that when we meet Alistair, he's a little closer to his hardened self than to the chronically unserious and incompetent manchild that Morrigan, DA2 and Inquisition, and some parts of this fandom treat him as. post-Ostagar, even Alistair himself seems to see himself as some class clown who can't do anything right, and characters like Wynne enable this by treating him like an ACTUAL child. while Alistair is almost certainly young, he has already proven shortly after meeting him that he's not even remotely stupid and he can obviously take care of himself. Duncan refers to the player, Jory, and Daveth as Alistair's "charges," showing that Duncan clearly trusts Alistair with a lot of responsibility and the safety and guidance of three strangers. he is far from stupid, he's far from childish, and he's obviously a layered character.

this has been said countless times before but a big problem in every fandom is the slow reduction of characters to one or two notable traits, and Alistair is no exception. I have a theory as to why. we know Duncan's death affected him deeply, but I don't think that alone explains his sudden switch from respecting the player while continuing to guide them and share responsibility as the senior Warden to almost blindly letting them lead him around and acting like if he led for five minutes they'd all die horrible deaths because he's just that incompetent. I think that during the time the player was unconscious in Flemeth's house, Alistair experienced an offscreen breakdown where he retreated behind desperate attempts at humor and making himself seem dumber and sillier to appear less competent in the hopes that someone else would be in charge so he didn't have to. if you think back to what age he was when he last experienced such a sudden, tumultuous, confusing loss of stability, routine, community, and a father figure - Eamon sending him to the Chantry as a child - you might even consider this to be a form of partial age regression. when we see him outside Flemeth's hut, he pleads with the player to not abandon him because he doesn't know what they should do or where they should go. he hasn't had this lack of direction ever since he was sent to the Chantry because after that, they dictated his life until Duncan recruited him and then the Wardens dictated his life. he's terrified and tired and grieving, and he begs us to make the decisions and help him figure out what to do. 

Morrigan gives him some shit for being quiet and sad, and he snaps at her, but otherwise we don't see a lot of that confidence and willingness to stand up for himself after this. I don't often play a character who is openly mean to any of their companions, so I don't really take any of the more dismissive dialogue options toward Alistair, but he's obviously hiding behind his humor and trying to make himself seem insignificant. in one line he even jokes that he'd hide behind his shield instead of his humor but the player would see him behind it. I think he really does just wish he could hide and grieve on his own and wait for someone else to give him a purpose again, and I think that if we actually saw the process of this breakdown from his more comfortable, confident, capable self into the Alistair we get post-Ostagar and pre-Goldanna, fewer people might be coddling Alistair and enabling this unhealthy coping mechanism. I wish the dialogue options to harden him were a bit kinder, but as we saw, Duncan was willing to tell it to Alistair straight up, and maybe that's the directness he needed from the player too. maybe Alistair needed to be told in no uncertain terms, by someone he respects and trusts, that most people he interacts with have some kind of ulterior motive and he needs to be more aware of this and stand up for himself and his beliefs. once he understands this, we can see him shift from reluctantly taking on the role of king because you and Eamon think it would be best to taking on the role of king because he understands it would be best.

bioware basically canonized this firmer, more responsible version of Alistair in their comics and even during some parts of Inquisition. we know King Alistair is their canon, but even though he shows some uncertainty about his ability to be King, we don't see any unwillingness. yet bioware also made the unfathomable decision to simultaneously show Alistair being a confident, capable king and then immediately fuck that growth up by having him look like a bumbling idiot who still doodles on royal documents at the fair age of thirty-something and still doesn't know how dictating a letter works after ten years of ruling Ferelden. they somehow invalidated both of his paths in origins at the same time, and perhaps most frustratingly, they just won't let go of the "swooping is bad" style of writing for him. let him grow. let him be as competent and brave and determined as he is in your comics. his progress has been so inconsistent it's painful.

if it wasn't already obvious, I think the best path for Alistair as a character is to harden him and make him king. he just doesn't get to prove himself as a Warden as much as he does when he's king. he's mostly alone, he doesn't seem to have a great rapport with other Wardens outside of his renown as one of the heroes of the Blight, and he just acts tangibly sadder. this could be because of the fake Calling, sure, but if he was still joking around with us during an actual Blight, I don't see why this event would have him this drained of personality and life, especially because he knows that this is not the real Calling. his line when he's left in the Fade - "tell Morrigan... tell her I just stood there looking foolish" - is another testament to the fact that he has not grown at all from his self-deprecating humor and he still hasn't come to see himself as capable and worthy of respect. we don't get to see enough of him as king, but from what little we get he seems to be wielding his power and authority well, and he's an incredibly well-respected and well-loved king. especially with Anora or a Cousland queen at his side, he's brave, commanding, and - just like he was back in Ostagar - he seems COMFORTABLE. he knows what he's doing, he sees his worth and accepts it, and he's more than willing to be firm and tell Fiona in no uncertain terms that Ferelden will not tolerate the events in Redcliffe. he's taking command and he's leading and protecting his charges, even though they're a lot more than just three Warden recruits this time. 

on a personal note, as someone who has dealt with mental health challenges, tough love from someone I respect and trust actually really helped me and I wouldn't be where I am without the occasional "you need to snap out of it." I'm not saying it's best for all scenarios, but I have experienced this firsthand. Alistair hiding from his responsibilities because they're overwhelming and he's terrified does resonate with me, but so does him actually healing a bit more and becoming more confident when someone shows him that they know he's better than this and he just needs to act like it. 

lastly, I think it's important to clarify that I don't believe anyone is playing any rpg the Wrong Way, regardless of what bioware made canon in their comics and other external media. I also think it's stupid to try and say ANY choice or route is inherently right or wrong, and every player is entitled to their opinion and preference. choices made in role playing games are usually done for the sake of playing a role, immersing oneself, and/or exploring the game's full library of content. as I said, I personally find hardened King Alistair with Queen Cousland to be the most satisfying version of his character arc, but I don't mean any of this to shame anyone if they choose or believe otherwise. no hate is intended, so don't purposefully misunderstand or misinterpret my words. no offense is intended if you just prefer one of Alistair's storylines or character arcs over the other. full offense is intended if you're the kind of person who bullies, shades, or otherwise belittles people who don't agree with your super special headcanons because you need to be the most correct player in the fandom.

thanks to everyone who isn't one of those people for reading all this <3

[guybitesatgames]

The Magnus Protocol Speculation (spoilers for TMAGP episodes 1 and 2 and general themes from TMA):

I've seen a few posts about how Protocol's introduction seems thematically opposite of TMA's introduction. Naturally I can't find them now, but the ideas that stuck out were: -the notes from Protocol's theme music being an inversion of Archive's theme -MAG 1's Anglerfish luring someone in, vs. the case of RedCanary, where something is decidedly trying to keep people out. -Alice's firm stance that Sam needs to stop digging and mentally dump everything he hears from a case might indicate a connection to The Dark (if anyone can find the posts I'm talking about, I'll happily edit them in. Tumblr's search is AWFUL)

All of this has me thinking about how the mission of The Magnus Institute and the mission of the OIAR could be complete opposites. The public-facing service the Institute provides, is this: if something inexplicable happens to you, you can come to the Institute, tell us about it, and we will investigate. The Institute will send a team (even if that team is just Martin with a flashlight), they'll try to figure it out, and you (the public) can be at ease. From what we've seen so far, the OIAR inverts everything: if something inexplicable happens to you, the obscure OIAR will find out, regardless of how private that information should be. The OIAR will take that information, and send it to… well, Alice seem to think "no one". It gets labelled and filed away to never be seen or acted upon. The people doing the labeling can be at ease - it's no longer in their hands, they don't need to worry about it. In fact, those who do worry about it and think too hard - Sam and Gwen - face backlash from the other workers. Someone Else Is Handling It.

MAG 01 sees a new boss charged with cleaning up and organizing the old boss's mess to bring order. TMAGP 01 sees a new grunt worker being told to tiptoe around the mess and embrace chaos.

I don't subscribe to the idea that Smirke's 14 will be the same and relevant to Protocol. But if they were, I wouldn't be so quick to align the OIAR with the Dark alone. I see some high concept elements of the Buried here. Information isn't being concealed the way I'd expect with the Dark; it's being given a neatly informative headstone in the form of a DPHW index code and put Forever Deep Below.

And our team is going to have to DIG.

[copperbadge]

Endeavor OTC game for ADHD

antidoteforreality

is it really different from a standard FPS game? I’m curious about it!

Hope it's okay that I popped this into its own post, I found I had a lot to say :D

Context from the earlier post: EndeavorOTC is a paid app based on EndeavorRX, which is a prescription game for kids with ADHD. RX is FDA-approved; OTC is the version that hasn't gone through FDA approval, but it's a fork of the same code. It's fairly repetitive but that's because it's a training module shaped like a game, not a game that happens to do training.

It's less of an FPS and more of an infinite runner, like Sonic Dash or Temple Run. You're in a little ship that flies along a waterway, and you're supposed to hit "energy fields" which help you speed up to catch a critter you're chasing. You can't control your speed; you tilt your device to swerve left or right to hit the energy fields, but that's it. This is the "Steering" skill.

Your other, simultaneous task is to shoot critters that jump out of the water at you, called "targeting". It's a misnomer since you don't tap ON the creatures, you just tap anywhere on the right side of the screen and it shoots them for you, no aim required. These critters come in three colors, and at the start of every mission they tell you only ONE color to shoot. If you shoot the wrong color or miss an energy field while steering, you slow down very slightly. The goal is to speed up so fast that you catch the critter you're chasing, which is, to be fair, quite challenging.

You aren't ever penalized, really; the critter sometimes gets away, but you get points for trying. You don't have "lives", but you are time-limited -- once you've played for 25 minutes (a "dose"), the game locks down for the rest of the day. Something I REALLY like is that once you've paid the subscription price there's nothing else to buy: no ads to watch for bonuses, no microtransactions, no loot crates. You can earn coin to buy different outfits for your avatar, but that's it, and you can't buy coin, you just get a set amount per day for completing the dose. Every 15 missions or so, your ability to steer-target is evaluated and your score adjusted, which lets you know how you're progressing in terms of treatment, rather than skill at the game. You're supposed to play at least five days a week for six weeks as an initial treatment.

The reason I was willing to give it a shot was that the "targeting" aspect is based on the Go/No-Go Task, which is a legit tool they use in ADHD testing, and the aspect of the test I bombed the hardest when I was evaluated. Ongoing Go/No-Go task training has been shown in some research to help emotional regulation, although it's cognitive and not mindfulness. Overall the game is meant to improve focus but it was the Go/No-Go aspect that I found most compelling as a reason to try.

It's not cheap; you can get a 7-day trial but only if you pre-emptively subscribe, and if you don't cancel the subscription at the end of the 7 days you are charged $130, which I admit is a sneaky move to pull on a population not known for remembering to cancel subscriptions. The first thing I did after signing up was go to google play and cancel the subscription -- I still got to keep the trial -- but honestly when my trial is up I'll probably subscribe, it's a fun little game and I'm willing to risk the money to see if it helps (but I'm also in a position to spend $130 "just to see"). You can also do month-to-month for $25 but obviously the $130 yearly sub is much cheaper in the long run.

I've seen a wide variety of reactions to it, from delight to frustration, although a lot of the frustration seems to be from people who are more accustomed to intense gaming and are treating it like a video game and not a training tool. I'll keep you guys posted on how it goes.

[a-998h]

Emotional Storm

Well, this is not good. Vaggie and I just joined everyone else downstairs. What I'm now looking at is Charlie with red string, papers, and a multiple cork boards while she looks like she hasn't slept. He'll, she's not even fully put together as she only has her shirt, bootie, pants, and apparently suspenders on. She's mumbling about stuff relating to the hotel, but I can't hear her. We're all worried, especially Vaggie. I have no idea where Alastor is, but that takes a backseat to whatever is happening with Charlie.

"Charlie?...Sweetie, you, uh. You good?" Vaggie asks.

"Nope, no! Not really! Haha!" Charlie tells her.

That does nothing to reassure any of us. Charlie goes on about how she's trying to figure out why the hotel isn't working. As she rambles I feel the fucking hotel start to shake! Her hair briefly flairs up, and a pair of horns grows from her head and disappear just as fast. I give Charlie a hug, and she returns said hug in a manner that will either break my neck of suffocate me. As she starts spiraling once more, Vaggie speaks up.

"Maybe it's time..." Vaggie says.

"No," Charlie responds to the half finished sentence

"To ask..." Vaggie continues.

"Don't say it." Charlie begs.

"Your dad," Vaggie finishes.

Charlie groans as Vaggie finishes her sentence. Vaggie assures Charlie that as much as Charlie hates the idea, we need as many people on our side as we can get. My eyes widen as the only way for Charlie to be princess of Hell is if her dad is... Lucifer. My heart rate soars at the thought of seeing Lucifer himself. The only version of Lucifer I know is the hot version played by Tom Ellis. But, since Hell is now my new reality, I might actually get to meet the real Lucifer.

"He let the extermination happen to begin with. They just had a meeting and said, 'Go ahead and kill everyone!'" Charlie rants.

I highly doubt that's what actually happened, but Charlie knows he dad better than I do so I'll have to take her word for it. Charlie gasps, and says she has an idea. Vaggie asks if her idea is killing everyone, but Charlie shakes her head.

"He could get me a meeting with Heaven," Charlie explains cheerfully.

Vaggie reminds Charlie that there was a meeting with Heaven, lead by dickmaster, I mean Adam. Charlie says that it doesn't count cause Adam is an asshole, which seems like a fair observation. She reasons that Adam isn't in charge of all of Heaven, so there must be some angels who will listen. Charlie pulls out her phone and turns her back. Me and Husk can sense the hesitation in the air. Husk asks Charlie what the hold up is.

"You got daddy issues?" He asks.

Charlie explains that after her parents divorce she was never close with her dad, so basically admitting she has daddy issues. I kind of know how Charlie feels, except I have mommy issues. Everyone shares their excitement about meeting Lucifer, and Angel has to pull the knife out of Niffty's hand.

As Charlie calls her dad, I can tell things are rocky. As Charlie wads through this awkward conversation I give her a thumbs up and a smile. Charlie beats around the bush until she gains the courage to say what we need.

"I need to speak to Heaven. Well, whoever in charge up there, above Adam, above anybody. I need to go to the top!" Charlie asks.

I smile, happy that Charlie finally worked up the courage to ask for this giant favor. From the look her face, I can guess Mr.Lucifer said no. Charlie gets annoyed and starts practically begging for her dad's help. Vaggie grabs her hand and comforts her.

"Please, just come see what I'm trying to do. You'll see why it's a really good idea and Heaven is bound to agree if I get the chance to talk to them," Charlie begs her dad.

It hurts my heart seeing Charlie look so sad. But, her expression changes to a small smile before she pulls the phone away from her ear. So, we now have an hour before Lucifer, King of Hell, gets to the hotel. Vaggie goes toned down drill sergeant mode, holding a rolled up paper in a threating manner. I help where I can, mostly with setting up the food and drinks table. I'm still so nervous, and I guess it was visible on my face. By now, Charlie is fully dressed and ready.

"Hey, you ok?" Charlie asks me.

"Yeah, I'm just worried. I mean, you're dad is a big deal," I confess to her.

Charlie pats my head, assuring me that her dad will love me. Alastor has finally come down from his room. He asks me what's happening and I explain what's happening. The aura around him changes, and it makes me feel off. He pinches my cheeks and tells me to be on my best behavior. Something felt off, that ever present smile was hiding something.

"Ok everyone, it's show time!" Charlie tells us.

She opens the door and standing on the other side is a short guy with sharp teeth, wearing a large, white top hat and a red and white outfit similar to a ring master. Charlie greets her dad, who hugs her in what appears to be a bone crushing hug. The look in Alastor's eyes is not reflected in his smile. Apparently, the cat is named Keekee and the two demons that follow Charlie are Razzle and Dazzle. I never expected to the king of Hell to be so... silly. I keep these thoughts to myself cause the silliness might be a front.

"Wow, this place sure looks, uh... uh-huh. Yeah. Uh-huh. It's got a lot of character," Lucifer says as he walks around the lobby.

It doesn't take him long to notice the werid bar spot. Alastor uses his werid shadow magic to appear near Lucifer, his voice dripping with contempt. The two throw jabs at each other, and this is the first time I hear Alastor swear and Angel begrudgingly hands me some money from our running bet about Alastor being incapable of swearing. Charlie separated the pair and showed her dad the parlor, praising Alastor for his contribution to the hotel.

"Charlie, dear, why don't you introduce me to your other friends?" Lucifer redirects.

Charlie starts off by introducing Vaggie, to which her dad makes it awkward by getting a tad overly excited. Vaggie brushes off the awkwardness and Charlie directs her dad's attention to me, Sir Pentious, and Angel.

"Your Majesty!" Sir Pentious says with a salute before landing face first into a tray of cookies.

Angel, using his flirty voice, calls Lucifer a short king.

"And this is Reader, our youngest guest," Charlie tells her dad.

Lucifer's POV

I look at the guess Charlie points out. They don't look any older than a teenager. Poor kid, but they must've done something to end up in Hell... wait, are those angel wings. I rush towards the kid, giving them a hug, I get a closer look at the wings. Yep, these are genuine angel wings... like the ones I have. Azrael has been sending me letters, and shared news of an angel who was put on trial for not only disobeying Heaven, but also having sex with a mortal... a mortal. Holy fuck, this kid isn't just any sinner, they're the kid of that angel! The poor thing probably doesn't know, and who knows if Heaven knows about them. They're happy here, and all of Heaven's rules and expectations would crush that joy... they don't deserve that. Don't worry duckling, I'll keep you safe.

"Hello, your Majesty," the duckling calls me.

I laugh it off, trying to put them at ease.

"You don't need to be so formal, you may call me, Lucifer!" I tell them.

They nod, that's good. Today it's Lucifer, in a few months it'll be dad!

Reader's POV

Charlie introduces Husk and Niffty to her dad. After Niffty says "I clean", the chandelier almost falls on Lucifer!

*Timeskip*

"Oh you tack piece of..." Lucifer sings before the front door is kicked open.

"It's me! Yes, it's me!! I know you were all waiting for me. I'm here, what a gas. Took a while but I'm present at last! It's me! It's me! Mimzzzyyyyyy!" Some random flapper lady sings.

"Who?" Lucifer asks.

She gets annoyed, and ask why everyone is staring at her. She thinks it's cause we think she's adorable, I'm staring because she just kicked to the door open and sang part of a musical number. Alastor walks to this Mimzy lady with open arms. It's clear the two know each other. They hug and Mimzy explains how "I was in the neighborhood". I highly doubt that but whatever. She calsl the hotel a "ritzy slob factory" and says that everyone is welcome here. Charlie is so happy to learn that Alastor has more friends.

"Oh, yeah. We go way back, ran in the same circles when we were alive. You know, this one use to frequent the club where I used to perform. He's the only one I know who could pound whiskey like a sailor then keep up with me on the dance floor," she says.

I look at Alastor and I just have a hard time imagining him getting shitfaced drunk. I've never seen him drink, so maybe he doesn't like Hell alcohol? Alastor praises and jokes about seeing Mimzy in her heyday, to which she says she's still in her prime as she pulls up the front of her dress. She turns her head and sees Lucifer. I see her push Sir Pentious out of her way as she walks over. She gives a curtesy before telling Alastor that, "You gotta warn a girl when she's in mixed company." Lucifer plays along before returning his attention to me.

"As much as I'd lobe to catch up, Charlie and I have a tour to continue," Alastor tells Mimzy.

Lucifer says that Charlie is capable of doing it herself, to which Alastor shuts that idea done. He tells Mimzy to stay with the rest of us here as he follow, Lucifer, Charlie, and Vaggie. Mimzy wanders over to the bar where Husk sounds very upset that Mimzy is here. Mimzy then turns her attention to Niffty, who is chasing after a roach. Husk, reluctantly, slips Mimzy a drink after he makes a martini for Angel and pours some juice for me.

"So, you and Alastor are like what? Friends?" Angel asks.

Mimzy says that's a fitting word for it. Sir Pentious, Angel, and I share a look of surprise. Mimzy ask why were all surprised, and Angel says that he didn't know Alastor had any friends, bring up how much of a mystery Alastor still is despite being here a long time.

Mimzy tells us how Alastor randomly showed up in Hell and was disregarded until heavy hitter overlords started going missing. No one knew what happened until a radio broadcast of the missing overlords screams appeared, and that he never lacked new voices to add once he reveled himself as the radio demon. Mimzy ends by saying that Alastor becomes a kitten if you give him "a couple fingers of rye" and play jazz muzic.

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I knew Alastor wasn't one to be messed with, but this... holy fuck. Angel uses one of his hands to pet my hair, whispering comforting things to me.

"Shush, shush, it's ok bambino," he tells me.

Mimzy tries to downplay the scare factor of Alastor, saying that he hasn't done any of that for awhile. Husk is gone and Sir Pentious is also scared. I knew Alastor was dangerous based on what I was told, but this... this makes me fear for my safety. Tears prock the corners of my eyes as Angel tries his best to calm me down.

Extermination and Alastor being a psychotic murderer scares me, I'm so scared. Angel pulls me into a side hug, promising to bring me Fat Nuggets later. That makes me feel a bit better, and I thank Angel. Sir Pentious brings me the tray of the cookies he and Niffty baked. The cookies taste amazing and I thank him for sharing.

"This... This must be real scary for you, bambino?" Angel asks.

I nod, there's no point in hiding it. Angel reassures me that I'll be safe so long as I don't leave the hotel. This moment of warm, feels really, really nice. Sure, I'm in Hell, but I'm surrounded by decent ish folks who like me.

"My dear child, just know we'll make sure nothing happens to you," Sir Pentious syas. That makes me feel even better. This is a moment of comfort I never expected to experience in Hell, but here it is. I never want this warm moment to end. The moment is soon ruined by the hotel shaking.

"Mimzy, we know you're in there you lousy bitch!" A dep voice yells from outside.

I look at Mimzy as she slinks to the floor. Vaggie, Lucifer, and Charlie come through a portal and we all look to Mimzy for an explanation.

"I maaaaaaay be in some trouble with some loan shark's I may or may not have borrowed fifty grand from," she says. This is followed by more banging from the front door and Mimzy hiding next to Husk behind the bar. We can all hear the loan sharks yelling from outside, and they're out for blood.

"And I may have stolen a car... and crashed it... into the loan shark's girlfriend. But that bitch had it coming!" Mimzy says.

The loan sharks are still trying to batter down the door and I'm glaring at her. Rule one of loan sharks, dont fuck with them and she failed at that spectacularly! Fireballs come through the windows, which upsets Niffty. We all start panicking and trying to keep the hotel from falling apart while Lucifer is telling Charlie that she can't expect any better from sinners.

Vaggie gears up to fight, but Alastor stops her. He looks at me, telling me to cover my ears and close my eyes before he pats my head. The area glows green as black tentacles sprout from his back and his eyes turn to old fashioned radio dials. I hear the loan sharks screaming even as I have my eyes closed. I feel and hand on my shoulder and it's Angel pulling me behind and upturned couch. Charlie snaps, yelling at her father about how despite Alastor handling the situation more sadistically than she would like, Alastor is doing it for Charlie.

"How come he can have faith in me but my own father can't?" She asks, her tone sad.

Angel pulls a bag of popcorn from nowhere and is invested in this "drama".

Alastor's POV

"Oh, I missed getting to let off steam," I say to myself.

Hearing footsteps behind me I assume it's Charlie or mon petitange, but much to my dismay, it's Mimzy. Mimzy praises my display of violence, but I peek over her shoulder to see mon petit ange sharing popcorn with the spider and Husk. We'll, it's nice to see this incident didn't traumatize them. Mimzy "apologizes" and says that Charlie could take care of mess for me.

"I think you should fo Mimzy. Niw." I strenly tell her.

She laughs, clearly thinking I'm joking.

"I mean it. You deliberately brought danger to this place and mon petit ange just to have me clean up your mess. I can't have that here," I tell her.

She keeps thinking I'm joking,. She asks if I care about the hotel, while that is debatable, I do want mon petit ange out of danger. I warn her for the last time to leave and she storms off like a child throwing a tantrum.

Reader' POV

I chuckle as Mimzy storms off. Our attention is back on Charlie and Lucifer. Charlie is begging him to help and him turning it down.

*One Muiscal number later*

"Aww, that was sweet," Sir Pentious says with tears in his eyes.

I wipe my eyes. It reminds me of my own dad... the one I left behind when I died. Sir Pentious gives me a side hug, and Lucifer says that he can get Charlie the meeting. Charlie assures her dad that she'll be OK in Heaven. Once he has that assurance, he disappears in a swirl of gold and red magic. I give Charlie a strong hug, one that she returns.

"This next part is gonna be scary. You ready?" Vaggie asks Charlie.

Charlie pulls Vaggie into a hug, saying that she's ready cause she'll have Vaggie with her.

"In spirit, right?" Vaggie asks, clearly uneasy about this.

"In Heaven," Charlie declares.

Vaggies gives an uneasy yay, still trapped in the hug. Now, things are going to get scary and things are going to change. But, I'm ready now more than ever for change.

[mindovermuses]

Something has been tickling the back of my brain ever since we were given a glimpse of the gods in Downfall that I think is starting to come together into some sort of coherent thought process. But I'll we'll see how coherent it is once I've brain dumped it here onto the page I guess...

Most of the gods we've met are children.

Barely filtered ramblings ahead. You've been warned.

Go back and re-watch the opening of Downfall with them on Tengar. See how they run around and play like young children, naive to the world around them. How an elder of their race thought it such a fun thing to take Aru and any of their friends out to the orchard to witness a new tree coming into being. Is that an activity one would do with an adult or a curious child?

How, when Edun disappeared and the world started to disappear as well, other NPCs appeared at their sides, taking charge and telling them not to worry, they'll bring Edun back... before vanishing themselves. The gods/children had no understanding of anything that was happening but other, more mature-sounding characters seemed less lost in the moment.

The former god of death, Nahal, had probably just reached adulthood and that's why they could feel the dread the other adults seemed to sense and why they weren't running and playing. It's probably also part of why the Matron of Ravens was able to ascend to their godly position. Reaching full adulthood and understanding, maybe he chose to seek out oblivion and leave her as his chosen heir.

Given their timeless natures and how they were made into real, immortal beings... who knows how long it would take for them to emotionally mature, especially with no healthy adults of their kind there to guide them.

Can't you just look at some of their decisions and actions in the past and see the subtle nods to a toddler or young child playing make believe or not getting what they want and throwing a tantrum? It wouldn't be a one-for-one match to a child as we know them, but similar none-the-less.

Forsaking their godly abilities and living as humans for a while probably helped them to "grow up" more than anything else as well as finally accepting the Matron of Ravens as more of an equal. They learned first-hand how their actions and in-actions have consequences and that they had been speaking for and making decisions for life on Exandria without considering that they should have a say in things as well. Their puppet playthings are just as real as they are and are driven by the same emotions that they, as the gods, are.

I don't think the gods have fully reached adulthood for their kind just yet- some may be closer than others though. They're still, for the most part, those same scared little children in the orchard of possibilities watching everything they've ever known and loved be taken from them. Watching the only place they've ever known as home be swallowed up by something they didn't understand.

What happened may have been a completely normal thing for Tengar but not something they would have told young children about because they didn't believe they would understand yet. In a panic, the oldest of the children did their best to collect their siblings and escape what they saw as certain doom... but what if it wasn't? What if it was? No one can know for certain (except Matthew Mercer, that is...).

Maybe Predathos was the result of the adults of their world's hubris coming back to destroy them and THEY were the airship of children from Avalir or young Hallis from Aeor who were able to escape and survive the calamity their peoples brought down upon themselves. (Wonder if young Hallis grew up and studied necromancy while building himself a happy little spherical domain? Nah...)

Then again, maybe Predathos doesn't kill the gods it absorbs. Maybe it was a security system to protect Tengar and it sends them to be with the rest of their people and their lost home. Of course, if this is the case, there's always the possibility that perhaps, by choosing to become real to escape along with other later actions, they can no longer travel in those dimensions.

I mean... it's kind of like if fifth dimensional beings took form and became fourth dimensional beings. Gods amongst the peoples they presided over. For a short time, they constrained their potential further and became three-dimensional mortals, but their mortal forms couldn't hold their greater power indefinitely and they re-emerged as their fourth-dimensional selves. But, once you've shaved off enough of yourself to become mortal... how can you possibly ascend back to your former fifth dimensional forms to go home again?

TL;DR: The gods are literally children and potentially unreliable narrators of their own histories because of it.

[arendaes]

Tagged by @dujour13, thank you!

Tag game: Give your KC’s first impression and final opinion of each of their companions!

Obv these are for Ariadne :3 I'm also leaving this as an open tag since I'm not sure who all has been tagged. If you played WOTR, I want to see your KCs responses!

First Impressions

Seelah: Really glad she's here. Not only does she look like she can give it as a good as she take it, but she's fun, and the last thing I want is to be stuck down here with a stick in the mud.

Camellia: ...ah, here's the stick in the mud. Still, as long she's willing to point the rapier in that direction of whatever else is down here, she can't be too bad, can she?

Lann: Hm, interesting, and I don't just mean his appearance. There's something about his personality that doesn't feel like something that's been cultivated in the caves. Too bad I'm not sure such a reckless plan is advisable.

Wenduag: On the other end of the scale, we have this one. Cautious and closed-off, almost to a fault...I can't say I blame her, though. She has no more reason to trust me than I do her, but we have to if any of us are going to get through this.

Woljif: Gorgeous...well, someone's certainly trying to sweet talk his way out of that cell. Luckily for him, flattery will get him everywhere...I should probably stop thinking like that.

Ember: Oh, she's a few plums short of a fruit pie, isn't she? Well, that's all right, people think the same thing about me. I can't leave her alone out here, though. She'll just end up in a demon's maw and empathize with it as it chews otherwise.

Nenio: And yet another person of dubious self-preservation, this time all in the sake of science. Good lord...is this what people think I'm like?

Daeran: It is entirely unfair for such horrible things to come out of a mouth so gorgeous...I really need to stop thinking like that.

Ulbrig: The fact he just burst in through the ceiling didn't faze him at all, huh? Heh...time to have some fun. He seems good for it.

Galfrey: Didn't expect to meet the fucking Queen when I got to sent to Mendev. Three years in training, and the Society tells you fuck all about what to do if you meet royalty. I'm panicking, aren't I?

Sosiel: In another time and place I would've been delighted to make his acquaintance. As it is, I can't help but wonder how he's gotten himself tangled up in all this.

Regill: Oh, wonderful. I'm breaking into the mead stash under my bed when we get back to camp. I'll have to, if I'm to reconcile allying myself with this lot.

Arueshalae: Well, this is positively novel! A repentant demon...well, despite what Regill and Lann think, I don't see any reason why it's not possible. And if she turns out to be lying, well...killing demons is what this group's best at.

Greybor: Isn't that the guy who warned me not to do anything rash in the Tower of Estrod? He's bum-rushing a balor? With a dagger? Respect.

Trever: I...I am so glad Sosiel's not here to see his brother like this. We've got to find a way out of here.

Socothbenoth: Oh, hey, it's that guy from the Grey Garrison. He looks much more...slimey than I remember.

Final Opinion

Seelah: My best friend, my rock. I wouldn't have made it throughout this Crusade without you there by my side. Or in front of me, depending on what context we're talking about. I'm sorry for everything this war threw at you, but you came out stronger and more sure of yourself and beliefs for it, and I'm proud to call you my friend.

Camellia: I know I seem like an irresponsible frippet, but I was put in charge of the Crusade and all the people in it. I had a responsibility, and I took it seriously. When one of my companions was revealed to be murdering the people in my care for sport...I'm sorry, but there was no power on the face of Golarion that would have let me let her walk out of that basement a free woman. She made her choice. I hope Horgus Gwerm rots in hell.

Lann: This guy...he really put me through the ringer with that fatalism of his. For a moment there I was frightened he was going to get himself killed because of it. I'm very glad he came out of the other side a changed man, and I can't wait until we can all go sailing on his boat.

Wenduag: I genuinely thought getting out of the caves would help her. I was wrong. I feel...more guilt than I do with Camellia. But not much.

Woljif: Back when we met in that basement, I thought you were just trying to charm your way into my good graces and would abandon me the second things got rough. Which...you did. But you came back, and I can't imagine my life without you now. You and Daeran truly carried me, more than you'll ever know.

Ember: This isn't what expected to happen when I took you in, you know. I'm not sure how much I buy the whole "saint" thing, but I can't deny you're doing good work. I'll try to help as much as I can.

Nenio: I really thought I lost you there for a moment with Areshkagal. You're calling me by my name now, and it's strange. I almost miss just being "girl" to you. But I have to admit, I'm very excited to see your Encyclopaedia finished.

Daeran: There is so much I could say about you, and it wouldn't be enough. I'm glad you came to trust me. I promise I'll never do something like that to you again. I love you too much to risk losing you.

Ulbrig: So, you're a god, huh? Well, that was unexpected. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. I sure as hell couldn't do it.

Galfrey: Holidays and family reunions are going to be interesting from now on, aren't they?

Sosiel: I'm sorry this war broke the rose-colored glasses you used to see the world through, but I think you're better for it. And it wasn't all bad - we got your brother back, and you fell in love! I suspect the road ahead will be hard, but worth it. I'm always down for a wine tasting, if you ever need me.

Regill: I'm almost surprised by you. I had a running theory, you know - I thought being a Hellknight was your own weird way of fighting the Bleaching. And you know what? I don't think I was too far off - I think I bought you a little bit of time, if nothing else.

Arueshalae: Letting you out of that cage was a good decision in the end. I'm glad you found your dream, and I hope it comes true sooner rather than later.

Greybor: Well...I just hope he's happy. Running a guild of assassins in the Abyss seems like it will be no easy feat. Though, given my impending elevation in status, I'm sure it won't hurt to have someone who can keep an ear to the ground for me. Daeran's going to have a hit put out on him eventually, I just know it.

Trever: I hope things get better for you from here on out. I don't blame you for holding yourself apart from me, even if it stings. With your brother at your side, I know you'll be okay.

Socothbenoth: I hope you enjoy spending the rest of your millennia in this form. It suits you much better.

[deans-baby-momma]

The Hunter and The Sheriff - Chapter 4 (FIN)

CHAPTER 4

When Donna enters the kitchen Dean’s jaw drops and his heart thuds in his chest. She is fucking gorgeous!

Donna is wearing a black leather skirt that hits right above her knees, a purple halter top that has straps that criss-cross over her bosom, leaving a peek of ample cleavage. Her ankle boots are also leather but what gets Dean's motor running is the fact that she is going to be on his arm tonight.

If there is one thing that John Winchester taught his sons, it was how to be gentlemen; tonight Dean proves it as he ushers Donna to the passenger door of the Impala, opening it and leading her onto the vinyl seat.

As soon as the Sheriff is safely inside, he shuts the door and rushes around to the drivers’ side and slides behind the wheel.

During the whole drive across town to the restaurant she had picked, Dean kept stealing glances at his date. She absolutely took his breath away. Donna Hanscum was the whole package.

Not only was she a distinguished member of law enforcement in this town but she was aware of the creatures other people had nightmares about…. and she was helping rid this world of those monsters! All the while, rocking a body to make any man begging on his knees for.

When they arrive, Dean escorts the lovely Sheriff into the fancy establishment and tries not to seem fazed at the extravagance of the place.

He steps up to the hostess at the podium and gives his name.

The girl searches her schedule and smiles as she finds what she's looking for.

“Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester,” she says.

Dean takes Donna's hand and goes to do as the hostess says but is pulled back as Donna is standing there, stock-still.

“What's the matter, Don?”

“Sh-she…. She thinks we’re a couple,” the blonde Sheriff stutters.

Dean looks at his date, confused. “We are, aren't we?”

Donna blinks once, twice then looks at him. “She thinks I could land a hottie like you for a husband? Me? The fattie?!”

Dean looks over his shoulder at the hostess and holds up a finger, asking her to wait.

“Baby,” he says as he takes both Donna’s hands in his. “I will disagree with you on one thing, you are absolutely not a ‘fattie’, you hear me?” Dean asked as he leaned in close, “and also, fuck what anyone else thinks. They don't know us so let's go in there and eat some disgustingly expensive food and get drunk on some sickeningly sweet wine and then I'll take you home and prove to you just how much I adore you, okay honey?”

Donna couldn't suppress the smile that fills her face if she tried.

“Okay,” she confirms. “Let's do this.”

After dinner, Dean paid the hefty bill and led Donna back to the Impala.

“That was the worst food ever,” Donna exclaims once they were seated. “I can't believe they charge so much for tasteless garbage! They should be shut down for ripping people off.”

“I won't disagree,” Dean says as he backs out of the parking space and turns toward town. “I'm sorry this date sucked.”

“The date was phenomenal,” Donna rebutted. “I was the envy of every woman in that place. And a few men too,” she adds with a chuckle. “Thank you Dean.”

“Date's not over yet baby,” Dean tells her as he pulls into a snazzy bar. “We gonna go in here and listen to some tunes, drink away the bitterness of the food we ate and then I'm taking you home and proving to you how spectacular you are.”

“Okay,” Donna nods and steps out of the car when Dean opens her door. They walk inside to see a cozy tavern with a few tables and chair sitting around and the corners filled with small sofas with low tables in front of them.

Past the bar is a stage where a band is playing soft music. The place isn't overly crowded and the couple quickly finds themselves settled on one of the loveseats.

Dean looks around and smiles. This is exactly what he had in mind when he wanted to bring Donna on a date.

Secluded but yet not, dim lighting but not dark and music that you didn't have to scream over to be heard.

“What can I get for you two?” The waitress appears out of nowhere. They give her their orders and relax back into the cushions, Dean's arm wrapped around Donna’s shoulders.

The band starts another slow song and Donna begins humming, soon she's singing along with the vocalist.

“Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too. 'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight. 'Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than here in my room dreaming about you and me

Wonder if you ever see me…what?” Donna stops singing when she realizes Dean is looking at her. “Am I that bad?”

He shakes his head and smiles. “Sounded like angels singing. You have a beautiful voice Don.”

Donna blushes and looks down, not accustomed to praise from a date.

The waitress drops off their drinks and Donna picks up her mojito and downs it. “Now that's a good drink,” she giggles and then finishes out the song while leaning into Dean's side.

After four mojitos and three whiskeys, Dean pulls Donna toward the door because the Sheriff is getting a little too frisky for public eyes.

She, of course, misinterprets their destination and thinks they're headed for the dance floor so she begins grinding on him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Thought you didn't dance, Dean-o?”

“I don't Sweetheart,” Dean says as he stumbles toward the door. “I'm taking you home, honey. You're wasted.”

Donna stops and pouts. “Party pooper,” she mumbles and then smiles widely. “Oh wait. I know what's coming next. Me!”

Donna bends over laughing and Dean can't help but join her. The jovial moment is tarnished when a whistle fills the air and someone comments “Bend over more darling. I can almost see everything!”

Donna had never seen Dean move so fast. One minute he was standing in front of her, laughing and the next he was standing across the room, over some drunk stranger with a bloody nose.

That sobered Donna immediately and she pulled Dean away and out the door. Donna pulls Dean to the Impala and not so patiently waits as he unlocks the door for her.

The ride back to her house is quiet, not even the radio to break up the silence inside the Chevrolet.

As soon as Dean parks on the driveway, Donna gets out and stomps to the door, unlocking it and marching inside.

She turns as soon as she hears the door close and crosses her arms.

“Dean, you can't just go around punching people out like some kind of caveman!” she states, her breath, labored. “I'm the Sheriff in this town, how would it look if my boyfriend got arrested for a drunk and disorderly?”

Dean looks remorseful and ashamed over his actions but he also cannot take his eyes off the peek of cleavage Donna is showing with her chest heaving.

“Don, I'm sorry. Really I am. I was just trying to defend you-” he pauses as her breasts bounce along with the rhythm of her breathing. “-but right now all I can think about is burying my face in your gorgeous tits.”

Donna looks down at her chest and huffs. “Jesus, Dean! Are you trying to distract me? I'm serious here.”

“Oh, I'm serious too sweetheart. I'm seriously going to make you forget-,” he says as he stalks toward her. “-about everything. The only thing you'll remember is my name. And you'll be screaming that,” Dean promises.

Donna puts her hand up, stopping Dean in his tracks. “First, you're going to let me finish what I was saying and then I just might allow you to suffocate in these,” Donna says as she squeezes her breasts together, the plump flesh almost busting out of the camisole.

Dean whimpers but nods his acceptance.

“You cannot go around just punching people for rude and lewd remarks,” she begins and Dean hangs his head in remorse. “I'm the Sheriff and I really don't want my boyfriend to spend a night in lockup for something that was-” Donna pauses as she watches Dean shrink into himself and she feels bad for leading him on. “-so goddamned hot I almost came right there.”

Dean lifts his head rapidly and watches as Donna unties the bow at the nape of her neck, the material falling down and her breasts bouncing free.

“Come here baby,” she says as she reaches for him. “They're all yours.”

Dean moves fast as lightning, closing the space between them and buries his face right in Donna's chest. He growls, licks and nips at the skin as he picks his girlfriend up by her supple ass.

“Oh god Dean,” Donna moans loudly, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Don't stop. Fuck, don't stop!”

Dean lavishes each breast with kisses and sucks marks onto each one, claiming Donna as his.

Donna wraps her legs around his waist and starts humping him, her skirt bunched up around her hips.

Dean grins at her as their eyes meet and he nurses her left nipple.

“Getting frisky there aren't you Sheriff?” he chuckles.

“Well yea,” Donna responds breathy. “I know you have a deadly weapon on your body. I need to….oh to hell with the innuendoes right now. Just fucking fuck me Dean!”

“Yes ma'am,” Dean says as he sits her back onto her booted feet. “Show me the way, baby.”

Donna takes his hand and runs toward the bedroom. Once there, she kicks her boots off, unzips the skirt and pushes it and her panties to the floor before turning to watch Dean undress.

As soon as his legs are free from his jeans, Donna is on the floor at his feet.

“I wanna suck your dick until you cum down my throat.”

Dean groans as he pushes his boxers to the floor, his hard cock bouncing between them.

She wraps her fingers around the base and guides the head to her lips, gently licking the precum from the tip.

“Tasty,” Donna hums.

“Less talking, more sucking,” Dean says. And promptly bites his lip as Donna takes his shaft all the way in her mouth.

The Sheriff works her magic and soon is swallowing around the head of Dean's dick as her nose nestles in the sparse pubic hair.

“Shit baby,” Dean coos as he scoops Donna’s curly mane into a makeshift ponytail. “You gonna let me fuck that beautiful face?”

“Mmhmm,” Donna hums and begins rubbing his ball sack.

Dean holds her hair in one hand and places his other hand on Donna's head as he begins pulling out and pumping right back in, no resistance to going down her throat now.

“Goddamn,” he exclaims. “Your mouth is almost as good as your pussy. I'm gonna cum down your throat. You want that baby?”

Donna nods as forcibly as she “P'ease yus.”

Dean doesn't hold back as he thrusts into Donna's willing mouth and in no time he growls as his fingers grip and pull the Sheriff's hair while shooting his load into her mouth and down her throat.

When he pulls his dick from her, Donna swallows and licks the remnants from her lips before leaning forward and gently kissing the now flaccid member.

Dean hisses and then chuckles. “Sensitive,” he explains before helping her to her feet. “Now plant that perfect body on the bed and open up. I've worked up an appetite.”

Donna does as requested, unashamedly spreading her legs to show her glistening center.

“Oh sweetie,” Dean says as he gazes upon her wet cunt in front of his face. “Did you cum already? Getting face-fucked turn you on til you just let go all over yourself? You are a fucking mess down here.”

Dean chuckles as he sees her walls clenching the air. He lightly blows against her exposed pussy which causes the good Sheriff to whimper. Dean smiles before diving in, devouring her from the inside out.

He licks a trail around the rim of her entrance all the while his thumb is swiping left to right on her swollen clit.

Donna is a begging mess, imploring him for “more” and praising his techniques “fuck yes Dean! You are a master at eating pussy. I'm going to cum on your face.”

Dean takes that as a challenge and ups his ministrations. He replaces his thumb with his tongue and flicks the swollen nub as he inserts two fingers into her warm cavern, pumping his hand and scissoring his digits.

Donna practically convulses on the bed, her ass leaving the mattress and Dean sucks her bundle of nerves between his lips.

“Fucking hell!” she screams. “Gah! Bite me, Dean. Bite my clit.”

And Dean complies. He uses his teeth to gently gnaw on the flesh, rolling it between his pearly whites.

When Donna screams out again, it is accompanied by her pussy gushing liquid, her cum shooting right into Dean's mouth.

As Dean licks her clean, paying close attention to her now-reddened and abused clit, Donna lays flat above him catching her breath.

“Damn, that was hot,” she husks, her voice wrecked and hoarse. “I don't know where that came from.” She laughs as she lifts her head to look at her lover.

“That was amazing,” he agrees as he crawls up her body, stopping to peck a kiss to each engorged peak of her breast before hovering over her and grinning. “Didn't know you were into pain fucking.”

“Eh, everything is worth at least trying once,” she shrugs and then wraps her arms around his neck. “And we'll do that again… but Dean?”

“Hmmm?”

“Make love to me now?”

And that's just what he does. He fucks her good and hard, soft and sweet until she understood that she was deserving and valuable.

As he watches her pink swollen lips stretched and quivering around his throbbing dick as she creams all over it, he mutters words foreign to him.

“Goddamn! I fucking love you, woman.”

And their world, their little bubble Donna and Dean had created, stands silent. No movement, no sound, not even a breath is heaved as their eyes meet.

They both know their lives would never be the same. Donna smiles up at Dean and cups his cheek in her palm.

“I love you too, Dean”

THE END

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[mrs-monaghan]

What makes you think jikook are boyfriends and not friends with benefits ??

Oh wow. Why such an easy question anon? Honestly, easiest question I've ever go10. Let's fucking do this

Exhibit a)

Would a fck buddy almost break their neck just to check out their fck buddy's abs and hot bod????

Oh. You know what? NVM this one. You're right. This is definitely something a FWB would do. Its just sex so of course they will admire the abs they're licking on the reg every chance they get. So scratch that one. Sorry

Exhibit a) again.

Would fck buddies stand this close to each other during multiple times on official content?? I mean, if JK was any closer he'd be inside Mimi 👀 Like, JK, please, back up a little bit.

Ahh shit. I just realised. You're right. A fck buddy would totally do something like this. I mean if you spend a good chunk of time with your naked dick inside against the Jibooty you wouldn't think twice about being that close. So again, anon I apologise. I'll find something else.

Exhibit a) for the 3rd time. My bad 🙌🏽

Would FWBs behave like this??

I mean, JK can't get his hands off the Jibooty and look at him bite his damn lip. Are you kidding me???? He is enjoying that way too damn much!

Aish. You're right. You're totally right. A fck buddy would absolutely be obsessed with his FWB's ass. This doesn't prove they're boyfriends either. Damn anon, maybe I shouldn't have gloated about how easy this question was.

Exhibit a) again. Sorry.

If they were not in a rlship, would JK be obsessed with Jimin's lips?

God dammit. Of course he would. If its all about xes and he enjoys kissing them lips, of course he will stare. 🤦🏽‍♀️

Okay, I got it. Let's start again. Exhibit a)

Does this count? JK looking at Jimin like he wants to eat him?

I mean, tbf Jimin did admit he likes to be eaten by JK....

Or like my good friend @lovelysmyleyes put it, he likes being on the MENU 🤭🤭🤭

It doesn't count? Right. I see it. Too sexual. Dangit. Why is all my evidence so sexually charged? I swear I thought this would be a walk in the park.

Okay...okay,. I got it. I got it! Be quiet and just give me a sec. I got this. Jimin and JK are boyfriends. They are more than just sex buddies and I can prove it. Alright?

Exhibit a) for the 6th and last time.

If Jikook were just fck buddies, we shouldn't be able to tell the difference in how they look at eo Vs how they look at other people. Take for example here. Look at Yoonmin. There is a clear difference on how Jimin is looking at JK Vs how Suga is looking at JK

Then we have here JK looking at V Vs how he looks at Jimin

Jimin looking at JK

This is love, anon. This kind of soft staring shows that its not just xes. Feelings seeped in there and they never left... there are feelings involved. Thus the adoring looks.

Then we have the following:

JK calling Jimin and only Jimin pet names.

Them spending all their birthdays with eo. Fck buddies wouldn't bother with something like this

Their families KNOW about them and seem to love the other which proves Jikook are most probably in a very serious relationship

Their exclusivity. This is how JK has never taken another member on an all paid trip and continued to make a romantic Vlog about them. This is how Jimin has never travelled miles for another member just to make it for their birthday. This is how JK has never sucked another member's ear

This is how Jimin only ever tries to kiss JK.

All attempted kisses here.

The special treatment they both seem to give eo. Like JK mostly reacting to Jimin stuff or buying him gifts no problem. And how Jimin lets JK get away with everything but refuses to extend the other members the same courtesy.

It's satellite Jeon/Jikook anon. Fck buddies are not usually this attached to eo. If you're just there for sevening, you have sex and once that's done you're on your way. You don't follow your FWB. You don't try to be next to them all the time. You don't cheat to be on the same team as them. You don't make sure to be next to them no matter what. That's boyfriend behavior anon.

It's the way they always find excuses to hold hands. That is NOT fck buddy behaviour. Not even a little bit.

This list is endless anon. Jimin and Jungkook are more than just sex partners. They are boyfriends and they are in love. There is no two ways about it. It is what it is.

I did it! I answered your question!

Fuck yeah, we got there in the end! I thought we'd never get there. But yeah, as you can see, these are 2 men in love. Phew!

Edit! Found a thread.

Thanks for ask! 😁😁😁

[theindependenttrentcrimm]

Amber, House, Wilson and the South Pole Meta Part 1

Welcome everyone to the much requested Amber = House and Wilson = Dr. Milton (the Psychiatrist from the South Pole) meta. I'm going to start with the comparisons between Wilson and Dr. Milton because that contains quite a bit less content and then I'll dive into the House-Amber parallels. Also just finished Wilson's Heart so watched all of Amber's episodes. Warning, this is going to be a long one and thank you all for your enthusiasm

Season 4 Episode 11 - Frozen

A less important but still interesting point is that we begin the episode with a leg injury. The Wilson character cares for the House stand in and says- "Like I'd let anything happen to you, you're the only one who can fix the generators around here." Similarly, House has a specialized and specific skill set- Wilson watches, makes sure nothing happens to him.

"You do realize only one of us has any control over my actions" - Dr. Milton. A crucial part of House's ability to treat patients involves being able to directly override their wishes and do what he thinks is best for them. We see this in his relationships too, every relationship crucially except Wilson. Wilson asks him not to do something, he doesn't. Even if it is in House's best interest to do so (he doesn't biopsy the CIPA patient's spinal nerve because Wilson tells him not to despite having Cuddy's approval). In the episode where the patient mimics whoever seems to be in charge, Wilson is the only person that the patients mimics when House is also in the room. Wilson is the one in charge of this relationship, even more so than Cuddy and House's relationship (again see the mimic patient) and his relationship with Stacy. Dr. Milton's autonomy and choice in this episode is a crucial part of her characterization as a Wilson stand in.

"We have a limited supply of medication and I am not about to waste it" - Dr. Milton. Another trait of Wilson's is his inability to put himself before others or to say no. He's self flagellating much like House is, he gives his liver to a patient, gives his life and almost goes to prison for House, and refuses to put his needs in front of others. The only time we see him put someone else above House is when Amber is dying and only then is he capable of doing that because it is not about him. Similarly, Dr. Milton goes on to refuse a litany of medications that House suggests because someone on her crew might need it. House is frustrated by this because it doesn't make sense, he needs it to be reasonable but its not. Again, he can't do anything about it, however, because he has no control over her actions.

She asks him to show her his apartment before the physical in the name of reciprocity but crucially, she is one of very few patients who take an interest in him and not what he can do for her. She reads him, understands his weak points and brings the discussion back to his leg. She calls him on his posturing and the facade he puts up so he doesn't have to deal with the uncomfortable reality of his pain. Wilson is one of the only other people to do this. His team care about him, obviously, and are interested to an extent in his life but only because of how it affects them. Wilson has been in his apartment, cares about him not what he can do for Wilson. Even Cuddy to an extent (discussing this pre Cuddy and House's relationship) cares about House in ways that are specific to how it affects his ability to practice medicine.

Another interesting point- just before House goes to do the physical on the patient he implies that Wilson is wearing his shirt for someone (we later find out that this person is Amber), however Wilson retorts that it is because the Health department frowns on "topless oncology." It's meant to be a throw away line but in the context of the scene that follows it, his undressing takes on a different, more poignant meaning.

"Of course he is (letting her take part in the differential). He likes her" - Wilson

"He's annoyed by her, doesn't respect her as a doctor, constantly insults her." - Dr. Foreman

Who does that sound like?

Then there is the whole scene where Cate outright states that Wilson is a lot less nice than he seems and states that "indiscriminate niceness is overrated." House is the only one who Wilson shows his true colors to because House is okay to be an ass around, House is safe. "No wonder he likes you" Wilson says because he recognizes Dr. Milton's straightforwardness and curt responses in the way he acts around House.

One of the biggest giveaways however is House's refusal to treat Cate like just another patient - the same way he refuses to treat Amber like just another patient because of Wilson.

"I get enough of this from Wilson." "And yet you keep hanging out with him." House likes it when he's challenged, when someone doesn't just give in to him, when they recognize but don't excuse his misery.

"Being miserable doesn't make you better than anyone else, it just makes you miserable."-> "Because then you're freed from taking responsibility for your misery"

"And from what I've heard, you've spent more time with me than with any other patient" then there is of course the fact that House and Dr. Milton directly compare her to Wilson and Dr. Milton points out that he has spent more time with her. House apologizes and closes out of the call. The next scene is house getting lunch with Foreman rather than Wilson. I.E. he’s not hanging out with Wilson - apologizing for spending too much time.

then Dr. Milton falls into a coma and Sean offers to do anything to save her- house will do anything to save Wilson. He does do anything to save Amber, including risk his life, because Wilson just asks him to. This is why it’s so interesting that they gave Sean a leg injury.

"Listen, I am not going to let you hurt her"- House to sean. In essence this is House talking to himself about Wilson. He appeals to himself. He reassures himself.

The second part will be about House and Amber

[inhurtandincomfort]

Ailesswhumptober - 4th October 2024, "You're a monster"

Authors note: I'm actually pretty proud of this one. This takes place very shortly after Eldwin was recruited by the Black Syndicate, making him around 15 here - I don't usually write minor whump, it's not my thing and it certainly won't be a common occurrence, but the past is the past and certain things are important to the person he becomes.

Content warnings: Minor whump, Death of a minor, minor character death. Let me know if I need to add any others - things will be tagged as well.

*

"I won't do it." Eldwin crossed his arms defensively, glaring at the Handler, a tall blond man with cold brown eyes and the scraggly beginnings of a beard on his chin. Eldwin did not know his name. He only knew that he was the Underboss' most trusted subordinate, and that he was the one in charge of 'training' him. Though to Eldwin it was more like they were trying to tame him.

The Handler kept a carefully blank look on his face but there was amusement dancing in his eyes. He enjoys this, the sick bastard. 

"I don't know why you're being so stubborn," he spoke as if he was scolding an ill-behaved child for the thousandth time that day. "If you just do as you're told, things would be much easier for all of us. You're being handed an excellent opportunity, people would kill for this job." He smirked, pleased at his own dumb joke. 

Another cry cut through the air and Eldwin closed his eyes tightly. Please, he pleaded internally to no one in particular. It didn't matter who he asked, no one would listen. I know you won't help me, but she doesn't deserve this.

He chanced a glance at her. She was scarcely older than he was, a slip of a girl with mousey hair and just a smattering of freckles across her face. Big blue eyes looked up at him tearfully and she sported a large bruise blooming on her cheek. Her hands were bound behind her back, her ankles tied together with thick rope. He didn't know who she was or why she was here; for all he knew she was just an innocent victim - he knew looks could be deceiving, but she certainly didn't seem like some hardened criminal. She was terrified.

"Please," she keened, a heart-wrenching sound that made his stomach turn, he'd never heard anyone make that sound - humans shouldn't ever make that sound. "Please, I'll be good, I swear I'll be good I'll be goodI'llbegood." She broke down into ugly sobs, blubbering incoherent words.

They were in a large underground chamber, mostly empty save for a small table in front of him with a gun laying atop of it. Shoot the girl. Those were his orders. No explanation given, no further information, just kill without question. There was the Handler and two other members in the room, uncomfortably close ready to stop him if he dared try to turn the gun on anyone else, or himself. 

"What are you waiting for? Think of it this way, you're doing her a favour. She isn't amounting to anything in this life. No one will miss her." The Handler reached up from where he stood behind, tenderly brushing a lock of hair from Eldwins face unmindful of the way he flinched under his touch. "At least you're useful; the same can't be said of her."

"No, no," She seemed to pull herself to together for a moment her head frantically as she tried a new tactic, eyes wide in desperation and fear. "I- I have a brother, I have a baby brother, he needs me, I'm- I'm all he has, he's too young to care for himself, please," Her voice cracked, "Please just let me go, I-I won't tell anyone and I'll keep working and I'll be better, I swear!" Those last words seemed to be meant for the Handler, but she was looking at Eldwin, pleading with him as if he had a say in all this, as if he wasn't in the same position as she was, albeit in a different way. At least she had the release of death awaiting her, a secure place in paradise til she could be reborn. Eldwin would be dragged through the abyss and back ten times over before he was to die, and he would never be reborn. He'd serve the infernal master until the end of time, centuries upon centuries until he had no recollection of he was when his mind had been torn apart and left to rot, nothing but an empty shell to mould into another faceless slave with no thoughts, no ideals, no trace of life or humanity.

Was that really all so different from this life?

When they'd first entered this room The Handler told him, "Shoot the girl."

"And if I don't?" Eldwin had challenged, meeting his eyes with a boldness he still clung to like it was a lifeline, like these tiny acts of defiance were the only thing keeping him from being another mindless thrall.

The Handler had only smiled, leaving him to conjure up his own ideas of what would happen. He would be punished severely, of that there was no doubt, but what about her? Surely they would not let her go? Would they shoot her in his stead, keep her captive until he could bring himself to do it? Or... maybe they would make an example of her, killing her slowly and painfully to make him wish he'd granted her a quick death. That's what he would do; why wouldn't the most powerful criminal gang in country do the same?

"You're a monster." He spoke to the Handler now, leering over his shoulder His eyes now were focused only on the girl -and gods, he didn't even know her name- His voice shook as he spoke, his fist clenched firmly at his side. "You're all monsters." 

The Handler had the audacity to laugh. "You think so? We both know you ain't no saint kid, don't try to be." He leaned in close, his breath hot on his ears, "I may be a monster, but at the end of it all the Gods will at least hear my prayers. Can you say the same?" 

Eldwin stiffened. The Handler  clapped him on the back and walked over to the door. "You can't keep this up forever. Sooner or later you'll understand this is what's best for you, what you're meant for. Until then, I'll wait. I'll wait, however long it takes." The door closed behind him with a soft click, waiting outside to leave Eldwin to make his decision. And they both knew what that decision would be.

*

Nels smiled to himself when he heard the gunshot ring through the air. That was even quicker than he'd expected. He looked expectantly at the door and sure enough a few minutes later it happened and there stood the boy, lank unwashed hair hiding his face as his head hung low and the now-empty pistol held limply at his side. He didn't say a word. He didn't need to. 

"Good boy," Nels praised, and the boy didn't react. Nels approached him and slung an arm around his shoulder and led him down the corridor. He seemed like he was moving on autopilot and wasn't really there at all, but that was okay. If he gets it out of system now, he won't slip up when things really mattered. It would be a lot easier from now on. 

"Let's get you cleaned up; a bath and a change of clothes will make you feel a lot better." Nels steered him around the corner, uncharacteristically gentle as he guided him up the stairs to his room, more like a cell. He said something else, but Eldwin wasn't listening. Mindless or not, he'd done exactly as they asked. What is worse, to do horrible things to preserve a shadow of yourself or to let yourself succumb to the easy life of letting go, forgetting all that you were and allowing yourself to be shaped into something new, something cold, something empty, living to follow orders and not much else?

The sound of the shot firing was still ringing in his ears and his legs felt weak, he's pretty sure Nels is the only thing keeping him standing. She'd started sobbing again when she realised what he was about to do. She pleaded, she begged, tried to bargain right until the moment blood ran down her face from the hole in her head, mixing with tears. He watched the very moment the life left her fearful eyes.

He would never get that out of his mind. And the worst part is, he couldn't honestly say he wouldn't do it again.

Nels continued to praise and encourage him in the background, Eldwin had only one thought running through his head. 

You're a monster.

No.

He's something worse.

[simpsandships]

A Prank gone wrong? [Sasuke x Naruto]

The Hokage's Office

"The war had finally ended and the ending consequences, you two lose an arm each! Well, the chakra from nine-tails made it easier to heal Naruto, but Sasuke's arm is still not fully healed, but with how his injuries are, I'd say he'll be just fine. So, now that Sasuke is getting discharged, it is your responsibility to share your apartment with him, do you hear me Naruto?" said Lady Tsunade, in a serious voice.

"But baa-chan, can't he go back to his own house, to the Uchiha quarters?" Naruto had asked her, not actually hating the idea of Sasuke living with him for a few days.

"You dobe." This time it was Sasuke who cut him off, "First, the villagers don't trust me yet, and the way these elders have acted all these years only ever caring about their own selves, do you actually believe they'd be okay with the idea of a death-row convict like me going back to the Uchiha compound?"

"But why wouldn't they!!?" that really angered Naruto. Sasuke too, was a war hero after all, and without him by his side, he wouldn't have been able to wake those people up from the infinite dream. "Sasuke saved them, he saved all of them, all the villages and all the people!"

"Sadly, that's not how it works. Well, either way, I can ask the elders to drop all the charges against Sasuke but the living-arrangement needs to be taken care of by you. People trust you more than anyone and if you trust Sasuke blindly to let him stay with you, the people will start trusting him too, and then the elders won't have any other option but to acknowledge him and drop all his charges." Lady Tsunade explained.

Naruto finally understood the strategy to make people trust Sasuke again, "What an amazing idea! No wonder you are the hokage!!"

"It's pretty astonishing that a gambler like you managed to come up with a plan like that." Sasuke added, pretty impressed.

"Actually, it was Shikamaru's idea." Shizune interrupted, "that boy sure is a genius!"

"I know right! Shikamaru's awesome!" Naruto giggled, remembering how he always came up with the best of ideas when they were in a pickle.

Something shifted inside Sasuke. His stomach flipped and he felt a small lump in his throat. Somehow, he didn't like it when Naruto was praising someone else. Although he knew that Shikamaru might have had a thing for the blonde from the village of Sand, but still.

"Okay, since we're all clear about everything, Naruto, let's go back."

"Huh? Go where?"

"To your apartment, of course."

"Wait, we're staying in my apartment? Like I get it that we need to stay together, but my apartment is way too small for the two of us."

"We'll manage."

And with that Sasuke pulled on Naruto's collar as he dragged him out of the room.

'Ah, young love ~' both Lady Tsunade and Shizune smiled.

...

"Baa-chan is very nice, you know. Although she can be so serious sometimes, ya know!" Naruto said, as the two boys jumped over the roofs heading towards Naruto's apartment. But then he slowly took a glimpse of Sasuke's face from the corner of his eyes.

Sasuke's expression seemed neutral, just as usual but his hair had gotten longer, hadn't it? And Sasuke's height had also increased, and Naruto definitely couldn't deny that he had surely gotten a lot more handsome than what he was when they were still academy-graduates. But this time, Naruto was also popular among the girls, so, he wasn't actually losing.

But Sasuke might have caught Naruto staring, that he turned to look at Naruto's face and smirked, "What, don't tell me you've fallen for this face too? ~"

A major blush rose to his face as Naruto yelled, "As if teme! Just who do you think you are!? I would never...!!"

Sasuke was definitely enjoying it, he mimicked Naruto in his voice, "Come back Sasuke ~ I'll die with you Sasuke ~ You can't leave me Sasuke ~ These were the things you probably said a billion times till now, and what else was there? Oh yeah, be mine Sasuke, give yourself to me ~~ " he teased.

The little blush that had occupied Naruto's face intensified and now his entire face was red. He was blushing immensely and his pulse rate had probably increased. "H-Hey!! I never said the last part!! Just stop messing around!!"

"Oh, and not to mention, I was your first kiss, oh, and your second too. But honestly, the I'll die with you Sasuke part was really something else ~" Sasuke had no intention to stop his teasing. Plus, he was seeing a different side of Naruto now. Usually, Naruto was this loudmouth who went on talking confidently even about stuff he was wrong about, but this Naruto who was blushing like that, sure was cute. Wait........cute?

Naruto had had enough, his heart hurt because of his fastened heartbeats. He immediately jumped towards Sasuke, trying to grab him and cover his mouth to stop him from saying anything more, but Sasuke got hold of both his hands. "Not that easy."

"Let go of me bastard! I won't let you say any other weird stuff!" Naruto yelled, still flustered. But Sasuke had caught hold of both his arms so there was no way of shutting him off.

"Honestly Naruto, I get that you were obsessed with me, but I thought you saw me as a friend, who would've thought ~"

Okay, that's it. Sasuke definitely had the upper hand and he was saying all that just to rile him up. But Naruto wasn't going to lose either. If he can't use his hands, then there's just one way left to shut him up. Although... that would be... but who cares!? Naruto couldn't lose!

[Author here - Any of you guessed what 'other way' Naruto was thinking about to shut Sasuke up? ^^]

"I mean, I understand I'm quite a looker so, it was justifiable for those fangirls" Sasuke kept continuing, "but you are a totally different story ~ The war hero lusting over the guy who almost destroy - " Sasuke's words faded and his eyes widened as he felt a pair of soft lips crashing into his own.

Naruto had inched closer to him and had pushed his lips onto Sasuke. It wasn't anything like the previous two kisses they had shared. And it was Sasuke's turn to get flustered.

But the kiss did more than that. Sasuke's face had gotten redder that's for sure, but the longer the kiss went on, his knees felt weaker. His heartbeat rose and temperature increased. Just how the hell did he know how to kiss like that!!!? Sasuke could feel Naruto lips licking his own, gently nibbling on his lower lip, waiting for an entrance. Sasuke's mind short-circuited. He could feel the intensity of the kiss and that send shivers down his spine. Was that longing? Whatever it was, Sasuke was completely absorbed in it. Although, he knew all too well that Naruto had only kissed him to shut him off, but as the thought of Naruto doing this just for winning a situation send an excruciating pain through Sasuke's heart. Wait, did he want Naruto to kiss him in real? And as if unable to handle that, Sasuke kissed back.

He parted his lips, just enough for Naruto to slip in his tongue and explore the insides of Sasuke's mouth, as he released Naruto's hand and sending his arms around his neck, pulled him closer. Seeing that as a sign maybe, Naruto too, wrap Their bodies crashing, and their mouths moving in a perfect sync. The innocent-at-heart kiss had slowly turned passionate with 'want' written all over it. Naruto had definitely initiated the kiss to shut him off, but seeing Sasuke actually get into it, sent Naruto into a frenzy. His heart burned and heat travelled to places he hadn't had expected. He was kissing Sasuke and he wanted more.

Sasuke too was getting hard. Their tongues danced in perfect harmony as they grinded against each other, through their cloths until,

"mm ~" Naruto moaned, when Sasuke had accidently rubbed his knee against Naruto's @-@, that they momentarily separated from the kiss.

Their faces flustered and both huffing for air, they had the words, 'need' and 'desire' written all over their faces. What they had experienced now was something they'd never experienced before, never even imagined it. One joke. Just one joke and they were already a mess.

Now, Sasuke had never been one to be in awkward situations or instances where he wasn't in control. And with how the kiss with Naruto had felt, only he knew the extent to which things could go wrong in so many ways. And there was no way he was willing to risk that. Naruto had saved him from an eternity of loneliness and he wasn't going to lose all of that for some stupid prank Naruto pulled, that majorly went wrong.

Although, it didn't look like Naruto hated it. His face was coloured red and his lips parted slightly, it was clearly evident that he wanted more too.

Sasuke was the more mature one, he couldn't have let things go further south, he had to do something. He had to... But the face Naruto was making then was...

"So.. irresistible" Sasuke murmured, and immediately bit his cheeks. And within seconds, before Naruto could even comprehend it, Sasuke activated his rinnegan.

"S-Sorry Naruto... but this, never happened."

"Wha..." Naruto immediately shut his eyes, being affected by whatever Sasuke did and began to lose balance.

But Sasuke caught him and waited for him to stand back up.

Slowly, Naruto gained his composure back and looked up at Sasuke, "teme? What happened?" he asked confused, gaining his balance back. "Feels like I passed out? Are you okay though, huh, your face, it's red!? Are you okay?" he brought his face near Sasuke's once again, genuinely worried.

'Too close, idiot' Sasuke thought and put a palm against Naruto's face. "Nothing usuratonkachi! Let's go to your apartment already. I'm tired."

Naruto pouted, whining, "So mean!!"

But they both resumed their walk towards Naruto's apartment. And they would've made it inside the house as well, if only Shikamaru wasn't standing just outside Naruto's door.

"Well, took you guys a while. Looks like Tsunade-sama gave you the details already. You guys will be living here from now on, right?"

"Ne Shikamaru! How did you know, we would choose this place to stay? We could have refused the offer." Naruto asked, excited.

Shikamaru just looked at Sasuke and smirked, "How I wonder ~"

Sasuke flinched but looked in a completely different direction.

"But that aside, you're coming with me, Naruto! Back to that study, you need to finish 6 more scrolls today!"

"Whoaaaa...... no way!"

"You'll get plenty of time to be with Sasuke but only after you finish your work! Move your ass, Naruto!"

"Uhh fine!" Naruto yelled, obviously not happy to be separated from Sasuke. But he had to do what he had to do, right? "Ne Sasuke, you'll be okay without me here, right?"

"You're 100 years too early to be worrying about me, usuratonkachi." Sasuke said that, but his face had gotten gloomier that Naruto was going.

Naruto smiled at that and waved him a 'bye-bye' "See ya later, teme!"

...

Sasuke had holed up in his room (Naruto's bedroom, since there was only one bedroom in Naruto's apartment) and clenched his fists, "Making you forget that... was the only thing I could do. Honestly Naruto... you're an idiot... " 

[If you liked it, then here's a link to 7 more oneshots]

see ya later - Ciao ^^

[yanderes-galore]

Randy Marsh concept?

Yeah sure, I have an alphabet for him so I'll do a concept. Sorry this took months. May or may not be short as I try to touch on things I talked about in the alphabet.

Yandere! Randy Marsh Alphabet

Yandere! Randy Marsh Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Intimacy/Sexual themes implied, Obsession, Alcohol, Manipulation, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Violence, Stalking, Secret picture taking and recordings, Invasion of privacy, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Mentally unstable Randy.

Randy is a very delusional yandere who isn't quite the same after his divorce with Sharon.

In this concept you most likely met after he decided to drown in alcohol after a messy divorce with his wife.

So essentially forming any kind of connection with him, platonic or romantic, is going to make Randy a handful.

Randy is very impulsive and immature along with hypocritical.

It can be troubling just to be his friend when he's a crying mess whom you're just trying to comfort.

Randy is possible to be a platonic yandere but he is much more inclined to be a romantic yandere... due to how sexually charged he is-

Randy would be in a very vulnerable state when you two meet.

Which allows his obsession to settle in quicker.

I feel how Randy would be obsessed with his darling is if they helped him get out of his depression about Sharon.

Once you do that then Randy can't seem to let you go.

He can either be a very clingy friend... or a man who wants to try and make you a replacement for Sharon.

Randy isn't really a guy to take no for an answer, either.

For this concept it'll be easier to stick with his romantic yandere type as he acts different when platonic.

Randy would start out as making you his friend.

You'll notice he tends to make comments on your looks or personality, often flirting even when you aren't in the mood.

It's not exactly hard to tell what Randy wants.

Randy would probably try to make his darling a rebound.

He's persistent about it too, obsessing over the idea of you and him dating.

Yet he tries his best to be patient and stick as your friend.

Randy isn't the most patient man, however.

Randy would be a yandere to stalk.

It's always in the bushes where he takes pictures and video... for personal reasons.

Randy is a creep yandere, he'd take your clothes and record you.

Although he knows better than to force you into anything you don't want to...

He'll drop hints and get a bit too touchy.

Honestly get mad and yell at him and he'll back off, he respects you for what you've done for him.

Honestly in this concept he sounds like a pathetic yandere.

Probably because after his divorce he kinda is.

Randy does not have a thought not about you when he's obsessed over you.

He keeps files on his computer of you and never tells you anything about it.

It's for his eyes and his eyes only.

Randy tends to get overly affectionate and a bit too honest with alcohol.

It'll be best to ease him off of it... or keep him on it for a variety of reasons. (Could make him pass out or you could learn of his obsession early)

Randy is never violent towards you but is towards other people.

Randy would get into physical fights over you if he felt someone else has an interest in you.

That or he misheard something, thought it was about you, and decided someone needed to bleed for it.

Randy gets jealous and whines to you about it.

He will make his jealousy your problem until you do something about it or he gets over it.

Randy may calm down his obsession if you reciprocate his feelings.

Show him some affection in some way or form and he just may become more docile.

Randy has a tendency to be paranoid and delusional, which make lead to him locking you in your home with him.

Kidnapping... he'd do kidnapping.

Obviously from the time you met him Randy is not in a good place mentally.

Never has been since he met you.

He's convinced he needs to start something new with you.

He needs you to help him live his fantasies... the ones that died when Sharon left (for a good reason-).

Randy will still be caring to you even if he has to lock you in your house.

You just... have to find ways to not break his delusions to escape.

Overall Randy is an Obsessive, Delusional, Violent, Manipulative, Perverted, Stalker yandere.

He's a troubling yandere who will make you regret helping him....

Randy is a handful of a yandere...

Best not to meet him when he's so unstable... or ever-

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jsyk @/vesperione is calling you a pedophile

Yes, I am aware of this. We interacted often about a year and a half ago. I was closer with who was our mutual friend, but as far as I can tell he doesn't seem to be involved in this so I won't say anything about him. Vesperione, a minor, and I, for part of our friendship and older minor and the other part a young adult as far as my memory serves, were roleplayers and friends for a time. At some point they invited me to an instagram group chat with themself, the "he" from before, who made me feel better about being invited, as well as all of their other mutual friends. I talked and joked in there some times, but I always felt like my jokes didn't land in that group. I asked our mutual if I was fitting in okay and he said I was fine, but after that at some point, I'd made a joke in response to someone else's about us not having a life because we spent all our time on social media. Vesperione was very upset by this joke because as I recall they'd had stalker problems online in the past, and it triggered them. I asked if it was a good idea that I leave the group chat, and they said yes, and so I did without hesitation. I was later blocked by both them and our then mutual, which was very painful, so much so that I oened an old account and tried to reach out to him specifically again to talk, but I was later informed by someone else that that had made him quite uncomfortable, and I can understand why. That wasn't the smartest move, and I should have let him be. I'm not perfect, just not a pedophile. They have a selection of screenshots, and perhaps or perhaps not several more I haven't seen, but I'll briefly go over what I've seen posted. Photos of male nipples with zippers photoshopped over them, with text in between saying "STOP I'M MORTIFIED" This started as a joke in messages, i forget how it came to be but the "Zipple" was created by myself and either the HE or Ves themself, which I then made several photos for, which I was showing to them because I was going to make a video out of it, because I thought it was very funny. I was not just sending nipple photos to minors. Here's the video. If I recall, the "script" was pulled direct from our conversations. https://youtube.com/shorts/L3ljLx_DA0g?si=xC0HSdzzYMhBhdzo PSA Nonce

As far as I can remember, I had 2 rps with these 2 ex friends. One where some key hatchetfield characters were trapped in Henry's basement shelter to survive from a nuke, and one with John McNamera and Xander, and some other side characters like Charles. Neither of these to my recollection had sexual themes. Henry found chad in the first one, but that was played very sweet, not crass. Also in that one I think Linda and Tom had to share a pull out couch bed due to the lack of beds in his basement, and they woke up in each others arms with Linda thinking he was Gerald, since he looked so similar. But that was played for jokes, or at MOST a possible sweet romantic plot down the line. As for the PEIP RP, I don't remember anything remotely sexual or possibly sexual happening in it. They were dating, but as far as I can remember (And I can't check since I'm blocked) There was no sexual action whatsoever. I never had any sexual roleplays or conversations with these people, or anybody else whom I knew was under age for that matter. I have definitely roleplayed smut, but never knowingly so with a minor. Fuck my phone, fuck it up the charging port, do it.

This one might seem completely inappropriate, but this was the usual way we as friends talked. Messages I CAN still see from screenshots and one single thread include "Well fuck their pretty little bleached A" and "DOOR IS EASY, DOOR IS GOOD.". We were very chaotic, and though consistency doesn't make it okay, AT ALL, they had every chance on many occasions to make it known that those jokes made them uncomfortable, or end the friendship and block me, which again, they did not do until I DID make them uncomfortable with a joke. I'm not saying it was impossible that they were uncomfortable during our conversations, but it was never made known to me that the balance I'd found in our messages was wrong and not to their liking. Fuck me stiff n call me drift wood.

There is very very little context provided for this comment. I have no clue why I'm saying that, but it's obviously just an exaggerated reaction, in a once again very chaotic and consistent conversation chain. Doesn't make it right, it just makes the point that this was once again not something they took overt offence to at that time. They even show that they'd hearted the message, which is in fairness the basic react emoji for Instagram but it implies that they didn't dislike or find any harm in the joking comment. Final image is 3 people who I considered friends only 24 hours ago saying they'd always felt weird about me, 2 named and one anon. Krow was the one who invited me to that particular Discord server, and the only one to actually tell me what the fuck was happening with all this, so I respect her for that and wish her well. Hypno apparently always felt off about me, but again I had no idea and nothing specific was said, just that my vibes were off. If I did do something troubling, I'd hope they would have reached out to me to talk to me about it, but nothing seemed off at all until I was suddenly kicked from that server without notice. And to the third anon, I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable. Again, and I made this known several times over my time on the server, that if anybody thought I crossed a line, I'd be happy to change mt behavior accordingly. About a week ago, I was contacted by a mod from the Hatchetfield Bang event I was a part of for a very similar reason, "Pressured NSFW roleplay with minors". My response, paraphrased, was that I recalled no such instances in which I'd knowingly asked to partake in ERP with a minor. I also brought up that I'd had some friendships end rather nastily in the SK community, and that I wasn't going to directly invalidate anybody's experiences or claims, "there’s something to be said for someone wanting to specifically target me." Vesperione is a prolific Hatchetfield fanfic writer, whom I think found my account through the bang, and wanted to get me out. After talking to the moderator, I agreed it would be bad to have me paired with that specific person, or any minors given the nature of the accusation, and I was allowed to stay, until only an hour ago when I was kicked from the server, along with many many others as these screenshots and perhaps other things I don't know of yet circulate around the community. But, this is my recollection of the things shown in the screenshot that I saw. If there is more evidence to talk about, please feel free to send it to me so I can see it, and I promise that I will post it and talk about it no matter what it looks like or how damning it seems to be, if there is anything to be considered "Damning". If i'm wrong, and I did absolutely fuck up and try to force minors to roleplay NSFW, then I will say that, and apologize for it, and let whatever may happen happen because that is wrong.