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[blubunz]

All these stepsis puppy but what about jason being THE puppy or or. Having him be the one tied up being thw free use instead, eyes rolling back and all

Erm,, yes!

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: sub! puppy hybrid! jason todd x f! reader; handcuffed, edging, riding, dacryphilia, porn no plot.

The chains cranking loudly against the headboard as Jason struggles to stay still, his breathing shaky while his eyes roam over your gorgeous body bouncing on his cock as if he's nothing but a toy. He whimpers, eyes rolling up when you grind his cock, rolling your hips a little to nudge and rub that special spot inside.

A soft moan slips out from you, then comes a heavy sigh, feeling all your frustration and stress melting away once you're home from all that outside world's problems. And his cock is the best thing to distract and de-stress your nerves.

Jason's hips buck desperately, but guilt quickly washes all over him when he sees your stern gaze. He bites his bottom lip lightly and looks away, ears drooping from embarrassment.

“S-Sorry...” He murmurs, very quietly, mind you.

You don't answer, even turn around to have your back facing him. He whines, apologizing a little louder but once quick bounce on his cock has his brain melting instantly. At least he gets a good view of your ass jiggling when you take his cock so fiercely, as if his entire purpose is to serve you and you only.

And that's somewhat... right. He does want to please you. He understands the pain of betrayal, with anger that comes with it, so to have you so secure by his side, to know you'd never leave him, he's willing to do everything for you.

As tempting as it is, he can't take charge over you. Mostly because you two have talked and agreed on this before, and part of him enjoys this, to throw away his pride and be as shameless as possible in front of you. And well, if he wanted to take charge midway, he would have to break out of those chains first — which are partly easy to unlock for someone trained for so long.

“Mph...” That quiet little noise from you have him looking up, as you turn around and lean your whole body on him, looking up at him as if you're the puppy and not him.

But, as quickly as it appears, it goes right away when you take his lips against yours, tongue prodding and instantly finding its way into his mouth. Exploring. Diving. Tasting his divinity.

You keep bouncing on him while engaging in the act of a sloppy make out session, one hand holding his cheek to keep his head from tilting back due to the euphoria you bring him.

He whines into the kiss, his biceps flexing as he once more tugs on the cuffs. It makes your heart jump a little, not gonna lie, but seeing him so desperately trying to free himself makes your heart race even more.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” Your voice is getting louder, sitting up straight to focus on driving yourself wild using his cock. His needy moans heightens in pitch, his legs twitching under you and his tail thumping against the bed, no way of hiding his excitement when he sees the ecstasy on your face.

Your cunt throbs and tightens around him as you cum, squeezing his cock so deliciously, so beautifully it makes his eyes roll up and his tongue sticks out, hips rutting upwards to chase his own climax.

You hear your name from him, cries Jason Todd as he's on the brink of cumming, only to have you pull out just before he can reach it.

He cries, almost breaking down when you did, plea and begs come from him, small and quiet. He's shy, he's embarrassed, still. He's aware he's not acting like himself, usually he'd have you beg for him, and he's became used to it, it's a norm to tease you and be stubborn about his own choices.

But now he's begging, just to have you on him once again.

“Hm, well.” You trail off, pretend to think and ponder. “I just cum, so I have no use of you at the moment.” You grin. “Is that okay, Jason? Is my puppy okay with being tied up like this?”

“Y-Yes...” He sobs.

You smile, kissing his cheek and wipe up his face for him. Then, you leave the room to take a shower, leaving Jason on the bed, still tied up, with his cock red and standing, beads of pre cum trailing down like pearls.

[starberry-cupcake]

LAST CHAPTERS!!! I have to make another one for the extra story and all that but these are the LAST OFFICIAL CHAPTERS!!!

previously in ice cube barbie de la tumbita(1):

this happened

this is the general tag of all the collection of recaps

(1) Note: "tumbita" means "little tomb" or "little grave", there was an audio meme going around some years ago where a little girl told another little girl that santa was "en la tumbita" aka dead, which was why parents were the ones who actually bought the gifts

I'm bringing back the very niche cultural slang meme thing that I started the nona recaps with here at the end

also because that audio gives me 'nona and the kids' vibes

CHAPTER 30 (the tower!!! in tarot it means upheaval, disaster, sudden change, ESCÁNDALO)

nona aka ice cube barbie de la tumbita aka AL aka annabel lee wakes up and sees how the truck is swimming in grey stuff

THE RIVER BABY!!!

also, Annabel Lee pause, this quote from the poem, upon knowing what I know now, really hits

And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

coronabeer is talking sweetly to judith

sorry, j o d y

coronabeer 👏 and 👏 judith 👏 sitting 👏 in 👏 a 👏 tree 👏

individually, I feel mid about them but, together, I'll defend them forever

nona looks at camolyctor paul atreides and says "I'll take it from here"

"hold my chewed half-eaten eraser"

ice cube barbie, who is still nona for now, keeps feeling like her body is not her own

which maybe has to do with the fact that it isn't her own

funny how that works

nona tells pyrrha and camolyctor paul not to ask her questions and not to "say things that aren't said like a question but are questions"

she says "take it away" and they decide to indulge her

since she's the one who seems to know what to do in this river surfing situation

she says that the water "doesn't want to touch them" while coronabeer asks judith to come back

nona also feels a lot of people crowding behind her

pyrrha asks "what the fuck is that" and gideon goes "Told you so"

and so the tower comes up from the water, like it did for harrow, last time we heard of her

nona is trying to stay as nona by grasping the "middle of the brain" thoughts that aren't "above" and "below"

the thoughts that know what the tower is

but if she looks at those, she's gonna stop being nona

judith starts talking in that not-judith way again and goes "He left them too long—You left them too long, my salt thing"

to which nona responds "You are here. Okay, good —the water really won't touch us."

at this point, we can do nothing but trust whatever she comes up with, so buckle up

nona has to reach the accelerator but, because harrowcita's body is smol, she's like

she's also kind of having a heart attack in harrowcita's body at the sight of the tower, so everything's f i n e

"The more she thought, the more problems she had"

AIN'T THAT THE TRUTH

DON'T WE ALL

judith keeps repeating "the hole" which is kinda funny

everyone either collapses or is losing it, except for nona, who continues on

because someone has to

they are sucked into the current and a crack appears in the glass like in jurassic park 2

camolyctor paul comes in and asks nona if she can get them to the ninth

I don't know how I feel about camolyctor paul atreides yet

they don't feel camilla enough for me idk I'm feeling abandoned again, but this time I don't think I'll get my love back

unless camolyctor paul pulls a vegetto and unfuses inside the stomach of some entity

but that's highly unlikely

so I'm unwell

I know there was no other way around this and camilla wouldn't have survived anyway but I'm not handling this well you folks

I WOULDN'T PULL A RESSURRECTION FOR HER JUST BECAUSE AND RUIN THE UNIVERSE THOUGH

RIP DR REV EMPEROR JOHN BUT I'M DIFFERENT

this book series is about learning to let go huh

it's about necromancers who, for all intents and purposes, thrive in bringing back dead things but, in some clever irony, is about actually letting go, not bringing back

every book you start, you have to let go of what you were used to in the previous one

you have to let go of characters you grew to care about

of povs you got used to

of things you thought you finally understood

you have to let go of preconceptions of characters who end up showing more than you thought they would

and all this mess started because one man wants the power of never having to let go of what he wants to keep to himself

even if it isn't something for him to have in the first place

*colors of the wind from pocahontas starts playing in the background*

ANYWAY

NO PHILOSPHY IN THE MIDDLE OF A LONG RECAP

BAD LULY

uber driver nona says she can get them to the ninth but she's tired and doesn't want to let go of nona, she knows that this is what's gonna come down to

AGAIN WITH THE LETTING GO

THIS IS WHAT I'M SAYING

nona doesn't want to let people go or let herself go

even if judith is "gone, forever probably" and gideon is "used to" being dead

nona is considering letting it all go then and there and dying with the body she's using

but then camolyctor paul atreides reminds her that noodle is in the back

and BY GOD we're not letting noodle die

middle nona thoughts are brought to the forefront by the presence of noodle

and nona "drove the truck home"

CHAPTER 31 (NINTH SKULL BAYBEY!!!!!)

nona's chakra thoughts align and she wants something

they all find out they're alive and well and gideon rises

nona has lost the ability to move and doesn't quite remember how she was able to do what she did

pyrrha proceeds to carry her around again

like the 0 years baby she actually is

and gideon goes "Home, sweet home"

WE'RE BACK!!!

WE'RE BACK WHERE IT ALL BEGUN

camolyctor paul atreides asks gideon where they are and congratulates nona for her parking precision

pyrrha wants to ask what that was in the river, since it wasn't an RB

but gideon hears something nobody else can hear and decides to just go on her own

so that leaves camolyctor paul and a pyrrha carrying nona to chase after her

nona asks about tsundere pash but she has to stay with angel teacher, who got scrambled around in the landing

don't know what good would tsundere pash do in this situation and I think she wouldn't even want to be there if asked, but nona has a crush or whatever this is

how tsundere pash managed to attract the earth personification or whatever, idk, but I also know nothing about attracting anyone, so who am I to doubt game

nobody can see shit and pyrrha says anastasia should have added skull-shaped fairy lights to the ninth

how many of you lovely freaks went and bought them

nona sees the light, but a literal one for now, because they find a tunnel with light inside it

they find gideon in there

gideon: found, sword: drawn, blood: on it, bodies: scattered

in moments like this, I miss camilla

nona then sees a man that looks old as sin

at this point, I had forgotten crux's name ngl

he didn't matter enough to me to give him a nickname and I just forgot his name and also maybe that he existed

camolyctor paul atreides wants to help him but he doesn't want to be helped

also, there are weird corpses that gideon tells them to look at

weird as in body horror territory again

as in some magnus archives level bs

nona keeps pointing out how different camolyctor paul is to both camilla and palmolive, which makes me sad

and they say they find it all interesting

which is very spock of them, palmolive would approve of that

gideon says that "he said they'd only be on Antioch"

camolyctor paul asks gideon where they've seen that before and gideon says in duracell bunny nephew

remember duracell bunny nephew? I was thinking about him the other day, actually

he's a character I wish I had known more about, poor kid

anyway, duracell bunny nephew had his soul detached too far from his body and Other Stuff took over, so I guess that's kind of what this is

gideon is very shocked and upset at the fact that they're there because dr reverend emperor john said they couldn't travel

I'm holding gideon's face in my hands, putting my forehead against hers and asking her patiently in which universe does she think she can believe a word that man says

gideon says that the entities use revenant magic and that they're waiting for crux to kick the bucket to use him as well, so they'll eventually get to him anyway

if they're waiting for crux to die, they can join the congregation of people who've been waiting, with gideon at the front of it

crux has time and energy to be rude af to everyone around him, especially gideon

nona interrupts the family reunion to announce that there's more of these guys coming soon, so they have to grab crux and move on

gideon is about to stay around and throw hands with a bunch of revenants but pyrrha tells her that "any kid in the Cohort knows the mission comes first"

since when is gideon's priority the Cohort, I asked myself at this point, but anyway

nona sees a figure with dark robes and a pale face swaying in the archway, which doesn't look good

nona starts the description of something that took me a minute to understand was an elevator

gideon asks crux, who had been promoted to seneschal before they left for canaan house, where aiglamene is

remember aiglamene? I liked her

crux tells her she's dead and gideon would have had a heart attack if that would still affect her body

but nona tells her he's lying

what's the point in lying if we're going where the remaining ninth is, you dramatic old bastard????

they ask crux how long the thingies have been in town and he says he has to answer because they're holding "the Reverend Daughter"

which, they technically aren't, but anyway

says they've been there for about a day

they're looking for the youngest of them, which gideon thinks is tough luck for them

they use bodies but don't seem to be interested in bones

BAD HOUSE TO GO TO IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT BONES

camolyctor paul is still trying to fix it but gideon says that, since it's "spirit shit" (technical term) the only thing you can do, if you're really good, is ward people so that they aren't taken

I am assuming this is a River imbalance that's going on over here, things are Happening in the River

gideon is about to say "how bad are we" but corrects to "you" in the last second, in another way to attempt to cover up the fact that she cares deeply and isn't fooling anyone

catching the tsundere-itis from tsundere pash

it's a family thing, commander wake sounds like she was very tsundere as well

pyrrha says she was there before it was known as the Anastasian and that she "painted a nursery mint green" which ????????

forgot people were born in the ninth at some point

without baby blending required

gideon makes an ass joke and nona laughs, which makes crux suspicious

pyrrha thinks nona isn't doing that badly if she's laughing at ass jokes

nona is actually falling apart, but doesn't want to bring down the mood of the operation

also, her arm gets scratched with pyrrha's zipper

they end up in a corridor with a bone gate and gideon asks for aiglamene

aiglamene arrives and nona compares her to what she thinks sriracha girlie will look like if she grows older

I can see the vision, actually

aiglamene passes a pike to sister berta, who nona says might be honesty's age, and I am reminded there were supposed to be new people in the ninth, according to dr reverend emperor john in book 2

I can't keep up with everything, so much happens at all times

aiglamene says they welcome back the reverend daughter and it's like that scene in mulan

gideon then reveals that she's very much not alive and goes "You always said I'd come back in a box"

:'(

so aiglamene goes all feral with nona, believing her to be harrowcita

which is a nice change of pace, I missed people getting angry on gideon's behalf

but gideon tells her that it isn't harrowcita in there, it's just her body

and what's left of it, because it's getting complicated to keep it alive

pyrrha starts flirting with aiglamene

(pyrrha has a type for women in command who get angry quickly)

and she calls her a "brandishment baby", which I felt like a generational name

the ninth also seems to not be in good terms with what the emperor might want and aiglamene says last time they dealt with that was thirty years before

nona is laid on the ground next to a heater to warm up a bit and someone kisses her shoe, which she thinks is very unhygienic, to the point that not even kevin would do it

we love kevin

last "we love kevin" of the nona recaps :'(

pyrrha asks what happened to her arm and nona tells her about the zipper

nona realizes that's her first wound and everyone realizes they need to keep it moving

crux calls her "harrowhark" and nona tells him she's not her

he asks her who she is, then, which is something nona is trying very hard not to think about

"There's a box and...and there's someone in that box who isn't me. I'm me. I don't know who's in that box, not really, only—when you open it—I'll be gone, because I can't survive...knowing. And I think—inside that box—there's something that looks like a girl"

I talked about this back in chapter 11!!!!!

I'm considering doing a Top 10 Best Recap Moments, this one might have to go in there if I do it

camolyctor paul is calling nona's imminent collapse "interesting" and pyrrha says their bedside manner is shit

nona says that the more she goes back, the less harrow resists because she wasn't made for it, she isn't "the right shape"

she also tells them that, when she's back, she won't help them and she'll be different, because knowing makes her not be nona and she won't be able to love anymore

pyrrha says that she was loved and liked by a lot of people and goes "what's like except a love that hasn't been invited indoors?" because the time to make sentimental speeches is here

she went "Gideon liked you" and I was like "no, she doesn't" and then remembered she was talking about og!gideon lmao

pyrrha also tells her she had bought her a birthday present she didn't get to give her

it was a tshirt that advertised "cheap moustache rides"

I had never heard that euphemism before, but now I know

camolyctor paul says palmolive and camilla wouldn't have let her wear it but they think "moustache rides should be free"

I don't know what to do with that information, so let's continue

nona says she's gonna make herself remember and promises to use the tshirt and that, then, they'll know it's her

I'd love to see THAT

she's about to not be in a cumple anymore, and we're all gonna be worse for it

CHAPTER 32 (TOMB TIME!!! LA TUMBITA!!!!)

nona can't see in the darkness but recognizes gideon's voice

the doors she's opened

in more ways the one

crux says nobody should be going in there but the Daughter and her cavalier

and gideon says "The Reverend Daughter has no cavalier living"

:'(

suddenly there's light and they feel a weird noise at their feet

nona thinks she sees coronabeer but nope

she describes yandere twin as a "washed out coronabeer"

coronabeer with the desaturation on

yandere twin starts talking in that way in which she says stuff, that tries to seem she's unbothered and everything is beneath her but she actually cares a great deal about it

she reminds me of those youtubers who think that acting like they don't care and making a show of having to drink wine in order to get through what they're talking about will make us overlook the fact that they made a 1 hour video about the topic in question, which means they do care a great deal, and acting in a "non-fangirl way" won't make them seem "more credible"

we're all nerds and losers, it's fine to care

it's ok to care, yandere twin

ANYWAY

she calls camolyctor paul "hectus", which is very uninspired, in my humble opinion of a nickname expert

btw the stuff they're standing on is "Adipose fat and mucous membrane" which I imagine kind of like the grease that collects from the grill after an asado

yandere twin is finally introduced to pyrrha and asks her whether what happened to her and og!gideon normally happens

she's relieved to hear it isn't, because probably she doesn't want chad to be using her body, even if she got to use his

pyrrha tells gideon not to do anything stupid, to which gideon replies that she's too late for that

also, yandere twin isn't drinking wine like the youtubers I mentioned, but is smoking, which serves the same purpose

gideon tells her that coronabeer is outside and she didn't have to use her charm to get her there

yandere twin calls her sister an "ill-shampooed slut"

which is A Lot

and then nona realizes gideon and yandere twin are wearing "friendship bracelets"

yandere twin pulls gideon outside the pool of goo and they do a friendship handshake

my brain is short circuiting a bit at this because last time I heard of them, they were at each other's throats

so ?????????????????????????????

camolyctor paul reminds them that harrowcita's body is on a time limit

yandere twin says harrowcita would want to die rather than open the tomb, as if she hadn't opened it already once

she asks for gideon's opinion but gideon suddenly can't read

they keep acting like besties, which's got everyone and me shocked and weirded at

they're super friendly until gideon goes like "anywayyyy gotta open the tomb, though"

yandere twin does not like that idea

she calls gideon a "three way double crosser" which is one level lower than pyrrha's quadruple crossing record

gideon is saying a bunch of stupid ass stuff

that dr reverend emperor john doesn't care if they kill ice cube barbie, that she'll be his cavalier

yandere twin also thinks all of that is bs and she can't really believe that

idk if this is actually about that or about harrow, honestly

gideon says dr reverend emperor john is very depressed and yandere twin starts talking about who he's sleeping with, which I don't care to know

gideon also doesn't want to hear it, but she's ageist about it because he's allegedly sleeping with a sixty year old guy

that's the least of anyone's concerns

yandere twin is the one making more sense, which scares me tbh, and says she doesn't know what he'll become with ice cube barbie and asks what I'm also wondering: "Is this about Harry, after all?"

gideon gets all defensive without answering the question and tells yandere twin to leave with coronabeer and stop bothering her

gideon insists on dr reverend emperor john wanting to kill ice cube barbie and yandere twin slaps her

yandere twin says he loves ice cube barbie and needs her and without her he's nothing and they need to keep him that way

which again makes me feel like I've lost part of the narrative while looking through nona's perspective

and, at that, nona starts losing her nona-ness

she begins to fall apart, exploding from the inside out, and both yandere twin and gideon run to her

someone says "Keep it together. Wherever you are, idiot, I know you can hear me. Keep it together"

I thought that was gideon talking to harrow, but I'm not sure

camolyctor paul tells pyrrha to "go" and pyrrha shoots yandere twin with a magic bullet

a magic bullet which isn't the blender they made harrow in, another magic bullet

pyrrha says she was saving the bullet for dr reverend emperor john, which would have been a much better use for it, but anyway

gideon and pyrrha carry nona while camolyctor paul instructs to "open the door"

nona, who starts talking more like ice cube barbie, refers to harrowcita as "the baby", which is funny but also accurate since she was The Baby, you know, the Ninth Blender Baby

she starts remembering when she was there before, with dr reverend emperor john, who took her there saying he wanted to show her something

I WOULDN'T PUT IT PAST HIM TO HAVE GOTTEN INSPIRATION FROM IT, TBH

the corridor has things that were disabled and others that are yet to be disabled, but pyrrha says they need fresh thanergy for it

gideon says they should kill her but, since she's already dead, it won't work

pyrrha goes all mushy for wake again and says they should kill her, that if wake had asked her she would have died with her for this

pyrrha always gets very emotional in stressful moments

meanwhile, ice cube barbie no longer nona keeps remembering that she was dr reverend emperor john's cavalier and that she loved him and he loved her because he loved "the world"

idk about that tbh but ok

ice cube barbie no longer nona says she hadn't come on purpose, she was brought by harrow, the kiss and the tear

lots of fairy tale kissing in this book series

crux says they should kill him instead

everyone wants to die suddenly

except for nona, which is ironic

gideon goes "Die for her...it's the only goddamn good you'll ever do her"

aiglamene and camolyctor paul keep insisting if crux is sure and gideon is like "can we kill him already?"

not with those words, but she's like metaphorically pointing at her watch like judge judy

ice cube barbie no longer nona keeps remembering how johnny boy cask of amontillado-ed her and she asked where was anastasia while he was doing it

crux and gideon keep arguing and gideon starts reading her pedigree receipts

she says "I want you to know who I am!" and crux goes "You died as you lived, Gideon Nav—a disappointment to me—and to God"

idk if he was being an asshole on purpose so she'd kill him already or if he just wanted to be a nasty bastard until the very end

also, I don't know if gideon really believes all this, because we haven't seen her perspective in this book, but it'd be sad if she does

I mean, I get it, she lived without an identity and being naruto-ed in the ninth for it, and suddenly she's princess amelia mignonette thermopolis renaldi

but it'd be very sad if she thinks that what makes her worthy is who she was born as or who her father is and not who she actually is

we love you for you, gideon sweetie

more so in spite of your dad than because of him, actually

you're worthy just for existing and you've done good and brave things just being you, before you knew of your background

don't fall for the emperor propaganda

gideon kills him but feels terrible still, because there are a lot of issues to unpack that killing a dreadful old man can't fix

ice cube barbie no longer nona keeps remembering and there are beetles in her memory, as well as a pool of salt water from which she drank

ice cube barbie no longer nona steps into the cold water, with harrow's heart freezing, as she remembers doing the same back then, when she first came into la tumbita

she hears yandere twin coming closer as she sees herself lying there

WHICH I CALLED???? BACK IN CHAPTER 11???

YAY ME

she says dr reverend emperor john made her ugly, which is slander to one of my favorite barbies ever

but anyway, celebratory screencap of the reason I called her ice cube barbie this whole time

she hears someone shout "No" from the shore, which I think is probably yandere twin

and she says she sees anastasia's body, all bones, ready to close the door whenever it was opened

wasn't anastasia the one who "never made it" into the bolthole? whose room was empty? who had "figured out" the lyctor thing? whose cav was killed by the emperor?

did she die there guarding the door or...?

I'm sure you'll correct me in the replies

unless it's a spoiler for the story or the stuff I have yet to read

nona, who is now more ice cube barbie than nona, says her last nona thing and goes "well happy birthday to me, I guess" and head dives into ice cube barbie body

EPILOGUE (first house skull means trouble every time)

ice cube barbie proceeds to break her chains

now here it all turned into shakespeare all of a sudden so I had to go over this a couple times

and the descriptions of the people are like "child 1" "child 2", so

be patient with me here

these books make me feel very dumb very often

yandere twin comes in for the kill but harrow stops her and says that, if she tries to kill ice cube barbie, their vow will be nullified and she'll kill her

yandere twin tells her she doesn't know what she's doing and harrow says "Not lately, but now"

yandere twin says she's half dead to which harrow replies "I am as one half-dead, but you would be two-halves dead, bitch"

I feel like I'm having a stroke

I feel like they're not really talking like shakespeare in the park, that's how ice cube barbie hears it, but idk at this point

yandere twin goes into her mocking flirty kinky territory and says "I only die of longing for thee"

and harrow goes "Then perish"

ice cube barbie then gets up and smacks yandere twin across the tomb

skeletons start coming up but when ice cube barbie lifts the sword, they all go like "better not"

now we're stating to call ice cube barbie "alecto", which I'm not gonna do, because that nickname was signaled upon me by apollo himself

and, now that I think about it, if this book was gonna be part 1 of alecto and then author got carried away, makes sense that it's the same bitch

anyway, pyrrha calls to ice cube barbie and she goes "he has never appeased me, and now all he has done was teach me how to die"

ice cube barbie remembers "the vow" and turns to harrowcita

she raises her sword, but then remembers her from her dreams and doesn't strike her

harrowcita tells her she's loved her all her life and that she can kill her if she wants

which would make this a very very bad day for gideon

ice cube barbie is angry but lifts her up and kisses her and draws blood, because she can't be not feral about anything

ice cube barbie is confused of why harrow isn't appeased by this because that's "how meat loves meat"

gotta teach this earth entity about different kinds of love

through harrow's blood, ice cube barbie understands what she is

at this point I went "a blender baby?"

but she says she's "the blood of the tomb keeper"

so then I got that she meant anastasia lol

ice cube barbie apologises for dr reverend emperor john killing anastasia's cav

testing my memory, these people, had to double check who samael was

she swears to harrowcita the way she swore to anastasia and says "I am in your service until you bid me the favour, and whatsoever you appoint I shall perform, and consider the vow rendered. This is what I promised, until such a time as you deal with me as you see fit"

what was going on between ice cube barbie and anastasia????

harrow thinks she's not worthy of the vow

but ice cube barbie kneels, offers the sword and cuts harrowcita's hand so her blood is on the sword and goes "Notwithstanding, I offer you my service"

and then gideon, very angrily, shouts from the shore "Get in line, thou big slut"

we love gideon

there's a time skip then and ice cube barbie ends up in dr reverend emperor john's ship

she says she still finds the river dead

dr reverend emperor john is butt naked, drunk and looking a mess

ice cube barbie seems to be carrying an unconscious harrow around in one arm

which means we keep separating gideon and harrow and this is the slowest burn ever

I don't even know if they're endgame, at this point

that tagline I really have issues with, the one about the "lesbian necromancers in space", made me expect something entirely different by this point in time

ANYWAY

ice cube barbie is carrying the sword in her other hand

she uses it to stab dr reverend emperor john in the heart

but that just wakes him up and he says "Annabel, good morning"

I reached my quota of images per post for the second time in the recaps lifespan

BUT THAT'S IT!!!! Next time, I'll have the story and the other extra stuff that's at the end of the book and we'll see what we do next!

Some of you have said you'd be interested in me doing Alecto when it comes out, even if you'll be busy with more important fandom input than these silly recaps at that time, others have been interested in me potentially doing this with Murderbot, but before any of that, I'm thinking of doing a couple extras of some stuff, like a top 10 Best Recap Moments, maybe with the best things I predicted or something, you guys can cast votes if you want!! Until next time!!! ♥

[frogsinflannel]

WIP Wednesday

hi hello. We’re coping with Bobby Nash and ep 8x16 by thinking about my silly superhero AU.

I was tagged - for Tuesday I think, actually - by @beanarie and @queermccoy 💚

No pressure tagging (I cannot remember who’s done this already, save this for any day) @leashybebes @quintessenceofdust88 @bybobbysbeard @exhaustedpirate @dark-alice-lilith @harmless-variety-of-garden-snake + anyone else who has something to share

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Buck’s nerves rattle in his chest, jangling against his ribs like they’re bars of a cage. He’s practiced this speech, meeting his own eyes in the mirror to say what he has to say, but now that he’s here–with Tommy’s gaze, Tommy’s eyes bright and piercing and blue–all the confidence he’d gained has flown. He swallows, tries to quell those nerves. “Tommy,” he says. He keeps his shoulders straight and their gazes locked. “I know what you are.”

He’d been bracing for Tommy’s face to drop, for some clear indicator of surprise or shame. But instead, Tommy’s eyes go bright and playful and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Immediately Buck is knocked off balance. “Say it,” Tommy says, low and warm. He looks thrilled with himself. “Out loud.”

“Uh…” Buck swallows again and pushes past the growing confusion. “O-okay. You’re an unregistered tier three super-powered human.”

About halfway through Tommy asked “Are you afraid?” as though he’d expected another answer and was following a script Buck didn’t know. Buck watches him catch up in real time, shaking his head and saying “What? Sorry, I thought–” He grins, fond but sheepish–and it’s a good look on him, which Buck doesn’t have time to notice–and says “You were supposed to say vampire.”

Well. Okay, Buck thinks, because he’s not really sure what he’s supposed to do with that. “Vampires aren’t real, Tommy.”

“Mmm. Obviously,” Tommy says, with an eye roll that’s as warm and bitchy as his tone. “It’s part of the bit.”

What bit? Buck’s rapidly losing his grip on this entire conversation. All that time in front of the mirror, wasted. “What bit?” he asks, out loud, trying to reel things back to his original purpose. He needs to tell Tommy that he knows. That it’s okay.

“Guess you weren’t Team Edward.” When Buck just stares, mouth agape, Tommy grows serious. His brows furrow and his head tilts as he studies Buck’s face. “The… bit,” he repeats. “Twilight? The ‘I know what you are’ thing. That’s what you were doing, right?”

“N-no, I don’t… I don’t know anything about Twilight.”

Tommy looks as confused as he feels. “But… you know what I am? Well. Yeah, of course you do. You write about me all the time.”

“What do you mean I write about you.”

“Evan.” Tommy lets out a sigh–and it’s the same sort of exasperated huff Buck’s heard any time he’s inching into real annoyance, breathy and bitchy and short.

The dots are starting to connect but—no, he thinks. No. That can’t be right. “I write about the–”

“The Pilot?” Tommy finishes for him, head tilted and brow cocked. He crosses his arms over his chest and his sleeves of his flannel are rolled up to his elbow and the fabric of his henley is stretched tight across his pecs. “Yeah. Exactly.”

The bottom drops out of Buck’s stomach. He’s not sure he can breathe. There are a hundred little things he never noticed about Tommy before but now all the similarities are obvious. Now they’re all he can see.

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You may have already seen this on discord but I expanded and lightly edited it. Let me know what y’all think! This is very plotty, so I have a few more bits written and a preliminary outline.

[steviewashere]

Tell Me, What Is My Life Without Your Love? (Chap. 1/?)

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Blood Mentions, Premature Grief/Mourning, Talks of Death Tags: Post-Canon, Hanahaki Disease, Childhood Friends AU, Childhood Friends to Enemies to Friends to Strangers to Friends to Lovers, (This is a Doozy), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Endgame Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Other additional tags to be added! If you'd like to be tagged for chapter updates, please let me know, I'd love to add you! Title from "What Is Life" by George Harrison Also available to read on AO3

🥀————————🥀 When the first petal falls, it's after he's smiled at.

Steve doesn't know why it happens this time. The petals. Why, after countless failed dates and relationships, his body chooses now to remind him so cruelly the reason he doesn't go for things like this anymore. He falls in love fast, or at least that's the observation thrown at him. That he falls in love fast, headfirst, and deep. He did that with Nancy—failed—and Robin—rejected—and now...

Eddie Munson doesn't like jocks. Or douchebags. Or people who've been douchebags. He's made that loud and clear since their first day together in high school; climbing onto tables with his gangly limbs and crowing voice, yelling on and on about conformity and popularity and parties. About rich kids with their silver spoons and their parents with money-loaded pockets. Throwing bills at the problems and if that didn't fix it all, words at the problems. There had been a particular day, during one of the early lunch rushes, where Eddie had made direct and purposeful eye contact with Steve—"Conformity is the mind killer. I bet some of you were the sweetest of the bunch. Well, before your parents had anything to say about it."

They haven't talked about that. The...conformity of it all.

It's fuzzy to Steve, the happenstance in all this—where Eddie existed in his life previously, the way they got along like a house on fire, and then somewhere died out. The embers flew. Ash spread. And the framework of the house disintegrated.

There had been something there, though, something Eddie wanted to make obvious. What it was, Steve couldn't say. Like a mumbled lyric on a cassette that was giving out, the tape spooled, and the lubricant dried. He could hear the bass, but not the melody—and though Eddie was mocking the wrongs Steve did, he's not quite sure what exactly they were. Why Eddie hated him so much, in the before. He knew of them before high school—childhood friends—and during high school—distant rivals—and after high school, the reluctant teammates. Steve figured it all watered down to pointless high school cliques; wherein they ignored each other just because. No real reason, just a jumble of things. Class differences and the one year age gap and the way Eddie had been held back, the way Steve stumbled through school, yet made it out on top just because his parents were respected people—unlike Eddie's own.

They aren't friends before the Upside Down. Not exactly, yet not rivals either.

Steve didn't know what to call them. Acquaintances? Even then, the word felt too hollow in comparison to whatever Eddie was holding onto. To whatever Steve cherished at one point.

Saving the world together aided their whole friendship.

At least, the scraps of their friendship. Mending them together to make some ambiguous quilt.

They get along fine. Joking with one another, teasing each other, can hang out one on one. Eddie likes to come into Family Video and bother the hell out of Steve. And Steve will come in through one of the trailer's windows to give a drop-in visit. There's nothing wrong with their friendship, in fact everything seems to be going very right.

But then he got his heart involved.

Truly involved.

Hence why, during a hang out last night, when Eddie smiled at him—one of those big, genuine, soft ones—Steve started to feel a little tickle in his throat. It felt as if somebody took their fingers to the back of his throat, fluttering their fingertips along his windpipe. He drank some water, the feeling didn't go away, so he excused himself back home.

Now, what is the next morning, he's looking down at a palmful of dark purple, moist, crumpled up rose petals. The kind that fall off the bouquet, to the floor, walked all over by people's disgustingly muddy shoes. They're soft when he strokes them. Fragile and flimsy if he digs his fingernails in a little too roughly.

He's not sure what to make of them. What to do with them. Steve sets them on his bedside table and hopes that maybe he's just...just seeing things. He has to be. Has to.

Because otherwise—

Hanahaki. The flower illness. Sprouting petals, then buds, then fully bloomed prizes of an affection deemed undesirable. The patient desires, believes their enamored feelings to be reject-able, deniable, and begins to sprout. Unrequited love. Believed to be unrequited.

It's not supposed to be that serious, what he feels for Eddie. Just one of those wishful thinking things, he tells himself, I've got a measly crush on the guy, it'll pass. Like Sandy and Danny's fling in Grease; summer loving, gone at the end, something to look back on every once in a while and reflect upon. But, well...they end up together in the end, don't they?

Shit, Steve thinks, this is happening.

He coughs, wetly, and spits another two petals into his right hand. Sticky with his spit. Moistened with Eddie's half-resentment. Crumpled under the weight of Steve's wants and desires, left to be unfulfilled; he may have been bought materialistically by his parents, but the love he's craved is just that—a craving.

These petals are the by-product of an empty home. Of friendships created from what he had, not what he could offer. And shallow hookups where he sought out heat and touch like a wild animal ready to curl into its death, into the soft bed of the universe.

Steve squishes the petals. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand. And he continues on with his day.

Goes to work. Hides evidence in toilet paper wads. Eats a candy bar from the rack to cover up the floral scent on his tongue. Cowers in the backroom when Eddie parks his van, tries to come in and talk to him. And then he goes home—unfulfilled.

By the time he's back in bed, there are enough petals to create a full rose.

He wonders how long he has before he could create a bouquet.

No way in hell is he talking to Eddie about all this. They may be friends, but it may just be out of reluctance. They may be friends, but it may just be on Steve's end. They may be friends, but Eddie still has his grudges. And Steve?

Steve is one of those grudges.

He sleeps on his side that night, just to make sure he can breathe. When he wakes up half way through, a stark image of Eddie's pale face in the blue Upside Down, brown eyes bigger than the world, and blood smeared on his cheek, Steve rolls over the side of his bed and hurls another handful of petals—he's dying from this, because that's what Hanahaki does.

It's a beautiful sort of death, he supposes. A stupid one, too. An unnecessary one, he knows that. He can't change it, though. If this is it, then so be it.

Eddie probably hates his guts.

And Steve refuses to let him feel guilty. Chrissy and Patrick had been enough. No reason to add to that. He may not be different than the douchebag in high school, but Eddie had said good and so he'll take that; if this is the last good act he does, he'll just stomach it. He'll just power through like he does. Not the first time he's been nearing death's doorstep. There'll be blood eventually, probably, but for now there isn't.

For now, he's choking.

He loves Eddie and is choking over it.

————— The coughing makes him ache.

Water doesn't help his sore throat. Hot baths prove to be fruitless when trying to soothe himself. And the odd tickle effect intensifies if he even spends a moment, a single second, to spot a thought over Eddie.

When he faced the great evils of the Upside Down, he was afraid, but willing. If it had to be him that was mauled, beaten, drained, then he took it. He was the brute in a lot of ways. A hero's sacrifice, that's what he deemed it. Though, in retrospect, would anybody call him a hero for the way he acted—was it just stupidity rearing its ugly head, was it just the after thought of an after thought, the last call to arms when the other plans dwindled down to shadows and bones? He took the swings and he cried out in pain and he whittled himself to the sluggish pour of blood; but was it him being the good guy, or simply the okay guy that sought out forgiveness from his surroundings?

He's apologized time and time and time again. It started with Nancy. Then, the camera he bought for Jonathan. The snippy comments turned into apologetic pouts when Dustin didn't laugh, or Max didn't smile, or Hopper began to cast this look of 'I know what you've done before.' If he laughed a little too hard at one of Robin's laments, he squished up his face and choked on his breath and shout out a sorry before the anger could paint her freckles red.

Steve's looked Eddie dead in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry for who I was before," but it didn't seem to be enough. There's this gaze that Eddie calls upon. Something stuck between regret and rage; an offense when his lips won't form the words, when his fists won't throw the punches, when he doesn't want to leave the room with a huff. Like he's contemplating something tumultuous and mad.

He would've died for Eddie.

Not like this, though. He doesn't want to die like this.

He doesn't want to die at all.

Robin's laughter echoes light in the shadows of his house. And Dustin's theories run him ragged, yet satisfied—like a run around a track would, breathless and tired. Nancy finally looks at him sweetly. And Max is just beginning to smile with all her teeth again.

None of this, he doesn't want to miss any of this yet. He needs a better job. To share an apartment with Robin even though it would drive him crazy. Needs to make pancakes only to eat them in his bed and spill syrup on his pillows and throw a tiny fit of rage. Read upside down, hanging sideways from the arm of his couch, the words swimming in a way that will never make sense, all with the flicker of candlelight thrown over his slow to redden face. To adopt a dog that gets impatient when needing to pee before being fully trained, a dog that'll wiggle when waiting for dinner, a dog that'll bend around his body and star-sprawl across his mattress—leaving him to the floor or the couch or nothing at all.

There's always something that he wants and can't quite have.

He thinks of them between petals.

Cough. To attend Erica's graduation. Cough. To watch Robin fall in love. Cough. To officiate Dustin's wedding. Cough. To drink ice cold weak lemonade just because Jonathan made it when stoned. Cough. To see Eddie happy. Coughcoughcoughcoughcoughcough—

A thorn spills out and splits his lip.

There's blood coating the damned thing. Blood on his palms. On his chin. Between his teeth.

Is loving Eddie worth dying over?

If he answers himself with no, would that make him a worse person?

If Eddie found out the answer, would Steve crumple at the reaction?

Is loving Eddie worth dying over? He thinks he'll die no matter what.

There's a thorn on his love line. Metallic under his tongue. When he finds the strength to dial Robin and she answers, all he does is sob.

————— "Steve," she whispers, horrified, at his hands.

When Robin talks low, her voice crackles around the edges. Like a dying wick in a candle. She smells like one, of wet earth and freshly tumbled linen. And her eyes do this odd thing, sparkling as if they're shaken up and ready to burst. Her gaze finds his and her own hands float over his petal-full palms.

She won't touch him.

It makes him wheeze.

"How long?" Robin then asks.

"Two weeks," Steve answers quieter than she had spoken—like a tepid kettle inside during a thunderstorm. "After...after I came home from Hellfire's meeting at the Wheeler's."

Her fingers wrap hesitantly around his wrists. That's odd, he notes, she's usually colder. Doesn't know what to do with that.

But she seems to. Asking all the right questions. "Nancy?"

He shakes his head.

"Is it...was it Jonathan?"

Steve scrunches his nose, shakes his head, whimpers around his next breath because—

"It's Eddie," Robin concludes, "you're doing this over Eddie."

When he coughs and can't spit into his palms, they watch the petals and thorns spray from his mouth, as if they're shrapnel in an explosion. He's not sure what that makes him. His heart the grenade? Or his body the casing? There's a fresh glob of his pink blood-mixed spit across her cheek, she reaches up and wipes it away gently. Savoring it almost. Rubs it between her right thumb and index finger. And then she sighs.

"What do I do, Robs?" he manages to croak.

She swallows hard as if she's digesting his soon-to-be-buds. "I don't know," Robin admits. "It's either you confess or"—

"Won't I die if he rejects me?"

"It's possible." Which, in Robin talk, when she's trying to not ignite the whole room in panic, means yes.

He doesn't like it when she lies to him. Makes him squirm, sour inside. If there's anything he's learned from his parents, or at least because of his parents, it's that lying is on the basis of distrust. And if he's made her not trust him, then maybe he hasn't changed at all.

Which means that he's going to—

"I don't want to die," he murmurs—the words are knives against his lips, each invisible straight line cutting against his flesh. His fingers scrunch around the petals still in his palms, brittle they are, yet stained with him. There's heat in his face, a sharp stabbing betrayal between his eyes, and the first tear rolls before he can do anything about it. "Robs," he squeaks, "I'm not ready. It's not...it's not fair, I'm not ready."

When she cups his head, presses it against her stomach, and simply brushes his hair without words, it only makes him weep harder.

The thing about his friendship with Robin, is that they're able to figure pretty much anything. They'll bicker over movies until one concedes. At times, when her words are faster than her brain, he always finds a way to bring her back from the clouds, put the world as it is out for her. A rude customer means an even ruder comment. And that's just the foundations. Since Scoops, that's what they've been. Best friends that have each other's backs.

Robin's incredibly intelligent. She doesn't believe him when he says that, but it's true. In his personal opinion, her intelligence is a fact of life. The sky is blue, grass is green, and she is fucking smart. She'll put the logistics into Nancy's whirlwind action-packed plans. She knows how to bring a bully down to protect those around her. She just gets it.

This can't be solved between them.

"Let's make you a doctor's appointment, okay?" she finally suggests. "They'll know what to do. Where to go from here. Okay, Stevie? Maybe they can calm the symptoms, prolong your time. Give you the time to charm Eddie's socks right off. He'll have no choice but to"—

"I'm not gonna trap him," Steve says, "but I'll see a doctor. Get a couple more weeks."

She strokes her hands through his hair. Her fingernails are freshly cut, dull against his scalp. "You shouldn't have to leave me yet."

He sniffles. "I shouldn't have fallen in love with somebody who clearly doesn't want me."

Her fingertips press firmly into his soft skin. "You don't know that, Steve."

"No," he sighs, "I guess I don't."

She says nothing to that. He’s unsure whether it’s in agreement or some new wave of disapproval. Whatever it is makes her hold him tighter. As if, maybe, she could squeeze the oncoming roses right out of him—make him look like the dilapidated home of a weeping widow, his insides spattered as brittle, solemn condolences from a memorial only strangers came to; as if he’s an overstuffed teddy bear, practically spilling at the seams with love.

He is, so it’s not a metaphor, but why won’t anybody take what’s extra?

Would the rose petals be pressed and turned into keepsakes?

Oh, Steve? Yeah, I wish he were here. He is, I guess, wrapped around my neck. Like a beating heart on a string, he thinks Robin would say something poetic like that in a passing conversation. He’d be one of those stale conversation starters. A small talk that people flip over for days after, cursing themselves for commenting about his hair rather than his eyes, or for his laugh instead of his words, or the thin gap between his front teeth over a complete regime of his exact style memorialized.

If they all gather in his honor, who puts together his obituary? Who’d be included in it? Steve Harrington, survived by his parents—they aren't cruel friends—Steve Harrington, survived by his friends—obituaries don't write home about friends, only lovers and estranged second cousins and spiteful parents who have curled lips and furrowed brows. Obituaries are for bragging. Steve Harrington, once shot a three pointer from half-court during a non-championship game. Obituaries are for lying to the world to make a person look better. Steve Harrington, loved by all.

The flowers—is it distasteful to blossom flowers at a Hanahaki victim's funeral? Would his casket be open? His face, would it be discolored purple from the petals, would he be marbled green like the dead, would the mortuary paint him pale as if caught in the moonlight? The clothes picked, a starchy suit he wore consistently to funerals, is it in bad taste to use mourner's clothes that had already absorbed the mourning?

Would his parents go cold and numb over his death? Would they flame with rage? Would they fight and fight and fight and demand and demand and demand for a cure to be found? Would the cure be invasive? Would the cure be slow simmering? Who else dies from this? Are they just like him? The petals now mirrors?

Is he overthinking this?

Would they just cremate him? Where would they spread him?

Would Robin go crazy with grief, eat him like dry cereal out of his urn? Would Dustin cradle him and weep? Would somebody finally speak up, "Good riddance," would they be so cruel?

Is he overthinking this?

I'm being realistic, he thinks, death is a permanent state.

Will they remember me, he asks, am I loved enough for that?

I don't feel like it, I don't feel like it, I don't feel like it, I don't want to feel like this, I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want to—

"You're not going to die," he distantly hears Robin say, firmly, too, "I'll make sure."

"You can't," Steve chokes out, warbling and wet, sobbing, "you can't know"—

"I've seen Hell," she husks, "there has to be a way out of this. There just has to."

Denial, he questions, isn't that just the first stage of grief?

🥀————————🥀 Taglist is Open!

[siawritez]

hi um idk how to say this but I was listening to emo boy by ayesha erotica 🥀

can you plz write g!p emo Karina with an 11 incher x popular fem reader 😔🙏 I'm crying just by writing this request

Honestly i haven't listened to the song,but i will listen to it,and karina as an emo girl,god,i would also be loved to get fucked by an 11 incher(cough),but a brooding karina is maybe what i am missing in my life

Title: “Extra Hours”

Pairing: Karina (emo, g!p, 11 inches) x fem reader (popular girl)

Synopsis: High School Detention(or very much not)

Tags: slow burn, teasing, size kink, dirty talk, g!p, NSFW, 18+ only

Word count: 3k🙏🏻

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The classroom was dead silent except for the ticking clock and the hum of the overhead lights. Faint sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting golden stripes across the scratched desks and dull tiled floor. Detention on a Friday afternoon felt like a cruel joke, especially when you were you—the most popular girl in school, too perfect, too polished to be stuck here.

You sat near the front, legs crossed in your little pleated skirt, still in your cheer uniform from practice. Lip gloss shining. Phone confiscated. Bored as hell.

Behind you, in the last row by the window, sat her.

Karina.

Black hair shaggy and half-curled over her hood. Black hoodie. Black boots. Piercing in her lip and attitude that could kill a man. She hadn't spoken a word since walking in ten minutes late, just slouched in her chair, doodling with a pen on her jeans.

You knew about Karina.

Everyone knew about Karina.

The emo loner. The g!p rumor. The one girl in school who didn’t care about cliques or popularity contests. She walked through the hallways like she was in her own world. And maybe that was why people whispered about her. Because she didn’t play along.

But you?

You’d always felt her eyes on you.

In the hallway. At your locker. During lunch when you laughed too loud and bent over too low. You liked attention—and Karina gave it in a way no one else did. Like she was hungry. Like she knew something you didn’t.

You shifted in your seat, pretending to stretch as you cast a glance behind you. Karina wasn’t doodling anymore.

She was staring. Right at your legs.

You smirked to yourself and stretched a little longer, arching your back just slightly. If you were going to be bored for an hour, might as well have some fun.

Mr. Han, the teacher on duty, sat in the corner with headphones in, grading papers without looking up.

The perfect setup.

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Thirty minutes in.

The tension was getting ridiculous.

You uncrossed and crossed your legs again—slowly this time. You could feel her watching you. Every hair on your body stood up from the weight of her gaze.

You tilted your head over your shoulder, lips slightly parted. “Got a problem, emo girl?”

Her lips twitched at the nickname. “Just enjoying the view, princess.”

Her voice was deep, low—so much lower than you expected. A rasp in her throat, like she smoked words instead of saying them.

You blinked, heat blooming somewhere deep in your stomach. You bit back a grin.

“Pervert,” you whispered, but there was no real venom in it.

“Say that again,” she said, eyes narrowing.

You turned in your seat fully, resting your elbow on the back of the chair to face her. “What? That you’re a perv who’s been staring at my thighs for the last twenty minutes?”

Her eyes dropped. Then dragged up again. Slowly.

“You wore that skirt on purpose.”

“So what if I did?”

Her lip ring glinted as her tongue flicked over it. “Then don’t act surprised when I make you regret it.”

That made your thighs press together.

You didn’t break eye contact. “You think you could?”

Her smirk widened. “Oh, baby. You wouldn’t walk out of here the same.”

You laughed—but it came out too breathy.

The air was thick now. Hot.

Mr. Han hadn’t moved in fifteen minutes.

You rose from your seat without a word and slid into the desk in front of hers. Close enough that your knees touched hers.

“You talk big for someone who hasn’t even touched me,” you murmured.

Karina leaned forward, dark eyes gleaming. Her voice was a threat wrapped in velvet.

“Say please.”

Your heart thudded like a drumbeat in your ears.

Karina’s breath fanned over your cheek—hot and deliberate. Her knee brushed yours again, this time firmer, more purposeful. The whole classroom felt like it was vibrating with something electric, dangerous, and filthy.

And it was just the two of you.

You licked your lips. “Please.”

It came out soft, breathy. A challenge and a surrender all in one.

Karina’s fingers reached under the desk, slow and deliberate, until her hand found your bare thigh. You tensed, then melted instantly as her calloused fingertips grazed your skin, inching up, up, dangerously close to where you were already aching.

“Cute panties,” she murmured. “Bet they’re soaked already.”

You gasped, biting your lip. “You’re disgusting.”

Karina leaned in until her lips brushed your ear. “And you love it.”

She wasn’t wrong.

Her hand slipped between your legs, cupping your clothed heat. You jolted, moaning softly despite yourself. The pressure of her palm was just right—rough, demanding.

“I bet all those football boys you flirt with don’t even know what to do with you,” she growled. “Just get hard and bust in two minutes, don’t they?”

You shivered. “You think you’re better?”

Karina’s hand slipped into your panties, two fingers immediately finding the slick mess waiting for her.

“I know I’m better.”

And then—she kissed you.

Not soft. Not sweet.

It was teeth and heat and dominance. She bit your bottom lip, sucked it, then shoved her tongue into your mouth like she owned it. Like she was claiming you.

You kissed back, fingers digging into her hoodie, trying to pull her closer even as your hips bucked into her touch. Her fingers teased your entrance—just dipping, not entering, drawing circles, smearing your wetness.

“You’re so fucking wet,” she groaned against your mouth. “All this for me?”

You whimpered.

“I haven’t even pulled it out yet,” she muttered, grinning darkly. “Gonna ruin you, princess.”

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She stood up suddenly, chair screeching across the floor. Mr. Han stirred—looked up.

“Bathroom,” Karina muttered.

The teacher grunted, waved her off.

You followed without being told.

Karina stalked into the girls’ bathroom, grabbed your wrist, and yanked you into the last stall. The lock clicked behind you. It was cramped. Dirty. But you didn’t care.

You were burning.

She turned you around, slammed you gently against the door. “Last chance to back out,” she whispered into your neck.

You looked her in the eye, breathless. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Her smirk was all teeth.

Karina shoved her sweats down—and your eyes widened. Her cock sprang free—thick, long, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking.

Eleven inches. You remembered the rumors. You thought they were exaggerated.

They weren’t.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, unable to look away. “That’s not gonna fit.”

Karina pumped it once, slowly, then pressed it against your inner thigh. The weight of it was real. Heavy. Intimidating. Delicious.

“Oh, it’s gonna fit,” she rasped. “I’ll make it fit.”

She got on her knees, dragged your panties down, and immediately buried her face between your thighs. You choked on your moan, back arching as her tongue licked a stripe through your folds.

“Fuck—Karina—”

She devoured you like she was starved. No teasing now. No slow burn. Just messy, wet, relentless sucking, tongue flicking your clit in quick, practiced circles until your thighs shook.

“God—gonna come—!”

She pulled back, licking her lips. “Not yet.”

You whined in protest.

Then she stood up, grabbed you by the hips, and lined herself up.

“One deep breath.”

She pushed in slowly.

You screamed into her shoulder, gripping her hoodie tight as she stretched you open inch by inch. It burned—but fuck, it was good. You’d never felt this full. This owned.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Karina groaned. “Holy shit—taking me so well.”

You cried out as she bottomed out. “It’s so big—Karina, I can’t—”

“You can,” she growled, thrusting shallowly. “You will.”

And then she started fucking you.

Hard.

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the stall. You were gasping, clawing at her back, panting into her neck as she ruined you with every brutal, perfect thrust. Her hips hit your ass, her cock hitting deep spots you didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck—look at you—so cockdrunk already,” she panted. “Bet you’ll think about this every time you sit in class.”

Your legs nearly gave out. She held you up, one hand on your hip, the other sneaking down to rub your clit in circles.

“Gonna come?” she growled in your ear.

You nodded frantically.

“Do it. Cream my fucking cock.”

Your orgasm hit like a train.

You convulsed around her, choking out moans as your walls clenched and milked her cock.

Karina cursed. “Fuck—gonna—shit—”

She came deep inside you, hips jerking as she emptied herself with a guttural groan. You felt the warmth flood your insides—hot, thick, endless.

You both slumped against the stall door, panting.

The silence after was deafening.

---

You pulled away slowly, legs shaking. “Fuck,” you breathed, trying to fix your hair in the mirror with trembling fingers. “You’re… insane.”

Karina was still smirking, tugging her sweats up. “You liked it.”

You rolled your eyes, lips twitching. “Shut up.”

She stepped closer again, tugging you into her chest. “You’re mine now, you know.”

You looked up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She kissed you again, slower this time. Sweeter.

You pulled away with a grin. “Same time next Friday?”

Her eyes sparkled.

“Detention’s never gonna be the same.”

[da2supremacy]

Apologies to Hetrosjistin but I was thinking about this again and this notification was the easiest way to find my own post again because I never tag anything.

I think there are also many things in VG that suffer from what I shall, henceforth, be referring to as the Cullen Rutherford Dilemma.

For disclaimer purposes I do not have any real beef with the character Cullen Rutherford and this is not a Cullen hate post.

Cullen Rutherford is probably the best example I can think of for Dragon Age setting up a very complex and crunchy story only to skip the pay off for that story entirely.

You start off as Surana/Amell with the ability to very blatantly proposition Cullen to which he responds by spluttering incoherently and literally fleeing the scene. It's very clear from there that Cullen had an adorable, puppydog crush on the Warden but obviously was not acting upon it because Surana/Amell is his ward. Broken Circle happens and he goes from lenient enough to allow himself to quietly nurse a crush on one of his wards to the hyper bigotry of Dragon Age 2 where he refuses to even think of mages as people and tells Hawke as much.

Tbh throughout DA2 we don't really see that stance on mages soften or relent so much as his faith in Meredith begins to wane during Act 3. He is, up to the point that he defends you from Meredith in the final boss fight of the game, drinking the templar kool aid the entire time. He only ever expresses feeling like he was wrong about Meredith so the idea that he was going to renounce the order seemed like a very interesting and crunchy storyline for Cullen in DAI.

Except by the time DAI starts he already did all that. He already renounced the Order entirely. He already dealt with his anti-mage bigotry enough to not only see them as people again but to enter a relationship with a mage inquisitor without so much as batting an eye. That's a HUGE step from DA2 and he's already there.

Perhaps a bit of my disappointment comes from the fact that I don't think Bioware really tackled the theme of substance addiction in any kind of meaningful fashion with Cullen as his lyrium addiction barely even seems to exist outside of the one cutscene about him struggling with it. I just also really would have liked to watch Cullen become de radicalized myself. I just feel like Cullen's story was, up until now, about a guy falling down the rabbit hole of trauma induced hatred and so the natural pay off to this downward descent if we wanted him to end up as the perfect sword and board husband would be to watch him climb out of that hole.

Do I think it's plausible that the station of mages changed enough in the last ten years that mages could just stand around in public unaccosted? Or that relations between the Dalish and the Wardens could have improved enough that they were willing to part with an Eluvian? Sure. Maybe. The elves are a hardsell. I feel like we'd need more than a decade to go from "taking the boys in Chevalier school down to the alienage to kill random elves like dogs as a rite of passage" to the Dalish being willing to give up precious heritage artifacts. But like. I guess. Whatever. But we don't SEE that. There's no codex that justified that transition either. Not only is there no visible proof of anything having gotten better in Thedas for these major oppressed groups but most of the extra material that came out between now and then was making problems WORSE. Problems that went entirely unaddressed and will probably never BE addressed now.

But I think they could not do that for much the same reason they couldn't really land the drug addiction angle. The writers for Dragon age are many things but careful and thoughtful about the social issues they're presenting I don't think they ever were. The closest to real consciousness of what they were saying was in DA2 and part of that is bc they were intentionally writing a tragedy about systemic oppression. I think things never getting better in Thedas was meant to be a feature and not a bug and the audience demands over the years have shifted to make that kind of thing untenable in mainstream media.

Fundamentally the problem with Veilguard was that a completely new and uninitiated player could go through the whole game, collect every codex and listen to every NPC chatter, and still come away from it with no idea what the Circle of Magi actually was. My example for this is someone who is literally a creative writing major in college so it is NOT a reading comprehension fail.

Like, *I* caught the two bantering by the elevator in docktown about the Circle of Magi but *I* also have the context of having played all of these games as they came out and reading all the companion books and buying zines and World of Thedas and shit. I had the chance to be on the bioware forums when David Gaider was on there shooting his mouth off every other day. I have never been a particularly loud voice in the DA fandom but I've been a semi-active participant in it for almost 20 years. If I did not have all of that context I very much doubt I would have been able to piece those like 7 banters together and get an actual picture of what the Circle of Magi is in Thedas either.

It is not the only thing that gets treated that way, but the codexes can kind of cover where the environmental storytelling fails for a lot of other things. Half the reason DA2 is so memorable despite being, objectively, a fucking god awful game is bc it had such a distinct identity and walking through the streets of Kirkwall actually immersed you in Thedas' greatest shithole. The environments are beautiful in VG but they DID shave off a lot of the elements that made it so unambiguously Thedas and without the fantasy cosmology and fantasy religious philosophy there really isn't a lot Thedas has going for it to divorce it from other fantasy titles.

Obligatory Disclaimer: I actually like VG. I don't mind discussing this but don't fuck around on my post.

[verflares]

(click for higher quality!) draconified link concept ive been chipping away at this past week ..... here's my funny little compendium concept for him:

"A heroic spirit has taken the form of this bestial dragon. Unlike it's kin, this creature exhibits an extremely aggressive disposition. It appears highly territorial, and will relentlessly chase down those who disturb its skywide patrols - of which it seems to be endlessly searching for either a long-time vassal or foe. Unfortunately, it seems the spirit within has long since forgotten exactly who it was looking for…"

[teratomatica]

you always land on all fours

[felassan]

(๑•ᴗ•๑) if your Dragon Age elf OCs were elves that had manifested from being spirits rather than elves that had been born, what kind of spirit would they each have been?

[elainsgirl]

None of us are daft, if you want to be purposely obtuse towards the behaviour of antis - you do you.

Lets stop w the lies, no one is being “hateful” towards Gwynriels. Ffs, cant elriels rant on their own personal blogs or in their own tag? Mhm sure. Elriels are just soooooooo toxic and mean 😡 poor baby gwynriels - if only they can stick to their tags and not see what elriels are doing.

Idc about your opinion on my post so dont bother reblogging.

Do you know why g/wynriels seem angry that elriels supposedly have told them they can't post gwynriel stuff in May? Has any Elriel ever said such a thing? Because if they did, that seems unhinged. Or is this an exaggeration? Or a little bit of both? This fandom is crazy right now. Like almost unbearably crazy. Please BB just give us Elain. People are going crazy over here.

idk man. As far as I have seen, quite literally no elriel is complaining about anything aside from answering troll asks.

I highly doubt any true elriel has told gwynriels/eluciens they can’t post their art, so unless that accusation comes with proof, they’re just exaggerating.

I think that side wants to start a fight and make elriels seem toxic and unhinged once again whilst elriels are peacefully just trying to enjoy their month. No elriel yesterday spoke about anything regarding antis and ofc the attention seekers cant handle their pettiness not being acknowledged.

We have to just ride out this last (hopefully) wave of antis being toxic. 19 days left until a possible announcement. Block content you dont want to see and just follow as many elriels as you can so all you’re seeing is elriel content is my personal advice. Just ignore whatever bs they’re saying atp.

[elodieunderglass]

Eggs for Killie is over!

I award myself the 150th egg for all of the little bits of art. Thank you so much for inspiring me to make them! It’s been really amazing to see all the hard work and to truly appreciate the wide range of crafts and activities everyone can do. Bobbin lace? Shoemaking? Knife forging? Translating Irish? It’s genuinely incredible.

I also really appreciated the people who were taking a rest, too. Thank you for that as well.

And I SUPER, SUPER appreciate everyone who was going through saying encouraging words, leaving replies/reblogging with comments, or liking all these posts. That was also a huge outpouring of kindness and time. I saw you doing it (and tried to make sure OPs did too) and any credit for people feeling empowered? That’s for YOU.

I know for a fact that people were following each other simply because they spotted one of their people through doing this. Thank you for being here - and being brave enough to find each other! 

If you have a project you were working on specifically for this, and missed the inbox, drop me a message - I don’t want to miss you.

150 eggs x 60g (weight of medium-large chicken egg) is 9000g of eggs.

That’s 16.8% of Killie’s body weight in eggs.

I am planning to write a book about Killie and I think it will be very VERY funny to acknowledge every single username who contributed in the acknowledgements…

…. Because I am planning to throw them back at you.

Now rest up, everyone. April Fools tomorrow, we gotta make the REST of the website unusable.

[cherry-mash]

(might need to open some images in another tab, my handwriting is tiny)

felt like drawing cute stuff, so combined zosan, my current ichiji/vinsmoke quadruplets loving each other obsession and my missed childhood reading of Anne of Green Gables which i'm heavily consuming now and foaming over the outfits

ps, zoro was 100% trying to pull the "oh yeah, a bunch of people will be there!" -at gathering- "oh WOW, everybody had something else to do, guess it's just us two then..."

[fastianini]

yet ANOTHER hilarious angle

[chaotic-cheese-blog]

But with my head up in the clouds I can see so much ground/And from up here, you look like ants in a row

[wispurring-moss]

sometimes i feel like i'm really exaggerating their height difference when i draw them but then i have to remind myself that, no, they basically Are just Like ThatTM actually and it guts me every single time............. x'3c

[miafeystits]

truly one of my favorite things about the klapollo dynamic is that yes klavier is a world-famous rock star with tons of fans and probably a grammy or something, but apollo truly Could Not Care Less. it's the least interesting thing about this guy to him. he doesn't even like his band's music. he went to one of their concerts and decided he'd prefer to hang out backstage during the last 3rd of the show. he likes one (1) gavinners song and its an acoustic ballad collab that klavier doesnt even sing on