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i was thinking about this since i posted earlier about us needing to address the trend of gen z men being pulled into alt-right pipelines might have contributed to the outcome of this election.
i think contrapoints is really smart, and from what iâve seen, has been way more effective at getting people out of harmful ideological pipelines than iâve seen from the majority of leftists online who instead berate and drive a greater wedge of antipathy (though i understand why! and it can be very hard to have empathy for the people who see you as a threat). that antipathy makes the right more radicalized because they donât feel like they can talk about anything without the âcrazy leftiesâ who wonât even engage with them. where did these issues come from?
what iâve noticed, and iâm even guilty of this, is that people donât interact with groups of people whom they refuse talk to, which makes realities more hypothetical in the minds of their opponent since they arenât open to seeing reality from their perspective. this is true on both sides. from what iâve observed, it seems to originate from hypothetical perception of the opponent, but when people treat those perceptions as though they are real, it becomes real with their actions, which then makes the antipathy justified to someone. again, on both sides.
what makes contrapoints so successful at breaking this down is that is that she creates these socratic dialogue skits that represent real people and ideologies, has a sense of humor, isnât afraid to discuss these things, reframes how we see these things by introducing nuance to both sides. sheâs a leftist, but she also knows how to engage without ripening division, of meeting someone halfway and being completely humble about it. she is able to soften extremes.
she is able to get into the mind of people who arenât aligned with her views, understand the nuance and rationales from a realistic perspective, breaking down a big block of âthis is all badâ into âok, some of this makes senseâŠâ, what this does is create a space for self-reflection that doesnât feel ham-fisted (which could otherwise cause people to double down on their beliefs instead of opening up to other perspectives outside of their bubble). while also being entertaining and well-produced on top of it.
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what she is doing is creating these scenarios and socratic discussions that SHOULD be happening in real life but arenât in this polarized social climate.
i graduated from new college of florida this spring, the small liberal arts college that was in headlines across the country for ron desantisâs board of trustees hostile takeover and exodus of professors.
new students and student athletes from conservative walks of life were being basically incentivized to go there who were taught to fear the lgbt boogeyman growing up in their conservative communities. but once they actually interacted with lgbt students there, many of them they felt like they understood them, and they werenât as bad as they were told they would be. new college of florida was also famous for getting derek black (child of the man who created stormfront, and godchild of the kkk grand wizard david duke) out of white nationalism. their peers at NCF called them out but also interacted with them, invited them to dinner. black wrote a book about it.
now of course some people are too far gone and you shouldnât waste your time with them, like derekâs family for example. but i also think a lot of people who voted for trump are not informed, are operating off of emotion and knee-jerk mentality because itâs easier than thinking, and they are not seeing the discussions that need to be had to change their mind because fuckinâŠnobody is doing them.
and we feel this visceral disgust to people of the opposing party because of its associations. i just want to know how it happened and how we got to be like this. i think social media is partly to blame and also the algorithms that take people down dangerous pipelines and sharpen them, insulate them.
i myself understand the vitriol you might have for anyone that voted for trump. i feel so disappointed that half the people of this country voted against our collective benefit. and iâve seen a lot of sentiment from the left today saying âevery single person who voted for trump is dead to me. i disowned youâ.
you can see the reality of trumpâs demagoguery, and itâs so obvious, but what i want to know is: what do they see? why did they vote for him? emotion and entertainment travel faster and have more reach than reason. and itâs thatâs why i think contrapointsâs videos are exemplary at tackling this ideological divide. this is something iâve been thinking about for months before today and i thought now was a better time than ever to give my two cents on it.
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DATV Spoilers - What Story We Lost
Posted earlier that I was compiling a list of lore/story threads that have been dropped with DATV's handling of Southern Thedas. The sheer number of things means that I've made this into two parts - this one focusing on all the story threads that have been effectively dropped.
Spoilers for the game ahead, of course.
If you've played the game then you'll know that Southern Thedas - everything from the past three games - was basically swept away by the blight.
A double blight should have catastrophic consequences for the entirety of Thedas, I donât deny that, itâs nothing short of a mass extinction event â the absolute worst case scenario for all of Thedas.
However, waving away the fact that Southern Thedas - specifically every area you ever traveled to and interacted with in previous games â is gone, devastated by the blight, in a codex entry and line of dialogue makes it abundantly clear that BioWare is attempting to clean the slate so that they can move forwards with the game series with no ties to the previous ones.
The Warden, Hawke, and the Inquisitor effectively accomplished nothing.
As I put it in another post: I never expected them to consider every decision in game outside of the three options they gave us, but I certainly didnât expect them to go scorched earth on the possibility of ever seeing the results of those decisions either.
How the lore has been handled in this game, summarized to âthe elves did itâ and âthereâs been a shadowy organization in the shadows pulling the strings on everythingâ is absolutely devastating to the franchise.
The lack of care with which this was treated just bleeds, âThere, weâve answered all questions and finished with this era of Thedas. Moving on now.â At the same time, this destruction absolutely obliterated whatever story threads remained from the first three games.
Could BioWare bring these threads back? Yes, I suppose. But it doesn't change that it was so carelessly thrown aside in the first place.
If they didn't want people to care about their decisions and the impact they made on the world, perhaps they shouldn't have made that a feature of all the previous games.
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Story Threads/ Plot Points that were dropped:
Limited my points to what was in the Dragon Age Keep and what points were brought up frequently in codex entries, conversations, etc...
Edit: I never expected all of these points to be answered in DATV - this is just a list of what was effectively brushed to the side through very bad handling of lore and story.
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Dragon Age: Origins
What is the line of succession in Ferelden?
Things are looking very grim for Ferelden's succession and the Theirin/MacTir line if nothing is done. And nothing was done. The entire plot of DAO literally culminated in resolving this issue, yet no one seems to have learnt a thing from it?
- Anora ruling alone is unmarried with no heir - Alistair ruling alone is unmarried with no heir - Ruling together they have no heir - Alistair and a Cousland Queen have no heir - Anora and a Cousland King-Consort have no heir
The only potential candidate that can fit into several of those world states is Kieran.
Fergus Cousland, according to lore, is the second closest to the throne that is confirmed to be alive in DAI - potentially the brother in-law to the King/Queen of Ferelden.
Ferelden's succession with Alistair as King hinges on whether or not the Warden was able to cure the blight. Alternatively, it is hinted that he may be more resistant since he has dragon blood in him from Calenhad.
The potential implications of Kieran being the bastard son of the King of Ferelden.
Kieran being used as a political pawn to depose Anora using the Theirin bloodline.
DAI took away whatever destiny Kieran had with the Old God soul â that didnât mean that BioWare had to take away everything else too. Regardless, it doesn't matter. Outside of Redcliffe, the rest of the land has fallen to the Blight - it's unlikely that any of this will ever be brought up again.
2. Did the Warden find a cure?
Unknown. Irrelevant.
Ferelden ended up blighted. Denerim fell. If Ferelden rises from the ashes, it will be without any sign of their influence. Any mention of them will likely be their title alone - no mention of their accomplishments.
3. General Questions about the Landsmeet
What happened to Anora if Alistair is named King? Who rules the teyrnir of Gwaren following the blight?
What happens to Alistair if he's exiled? We know Teagan finds him in DA2 but what happens after?
If Leliana becomes divine does that mean that Connor Guerrin is potentially an heir to Redcliffe?
4. Companion Plot Threads
Morrigan's sisters - the many daughters of Flemeth.
Shale's quest to reverse the process of becoming a golem.
Whatever the hell Nathaniel Howe was going on about when you run into him in DA2 in the blighted thaig.
What, if anything, Avernus leaned from spending a literal age or two studying blighted blood.
5. Zevran's Crusade against the Crows
RIP Zevran's one-man crusade against the Crows and their child slavery ring.
DATV messed up immensely by portraying the Crows as more of a âfound familyâ rather than the horrifically abusive organization it was set up to be.
The very same organization that preys on the weak and disenfranchised - honing them to be tools for the nobles/powerful of Thedas - are now the heroic freedom fighters of Antiva.
The literal decade he spent hunting down the Crows and their leaders is up in flames. No mention in DATV whatsoever.
Wasted a perfectly good opportunity to have a schism in the Crows, with Zevran at the helm of kicking out the antaam, taking in Crows who are are sick of what's happening.
6. The Dwarves of Orzammar
The impact of Bhelen/Harrowmont's reign - ruthless progression verses strict traditionalism
The rumours of an uprising of the casteless dwarves in DAI
Will we ever hear of noble House Brosca or Queen/Lady Rica? Nope.
Will we ever hear of the son that Aeducan can have with Mardy? Nope. (RIP Duncan Jnr - I still love you)
The Anvil of the Void and potential links it may have to the Titans.
No more fine goods direct from Orzammar
The entire caste system has been simplified by Harding in DATV to effectively be: 'surface dwarves' and 'deep roads' dwarves.
7. The Magisters Sidereal / Awakened Darkspawn
According to a codex in the Descent: one went mad, consumed another, and the final magister fled into the Deep Roads.
Corypheous + Codex Magister + the Architect (most likely) = 4/5 magisters remaining? Possibly?
Reminder that it's hinted that there's an eighth Old God that was struck from the records of Tevinter.
The Architect and his Awakened Darkspawn.
No, it was all the elves. They're all dead now anyway. Thanks BioWare.
8. The Guardian and the Urn of Sacred Ashes
"Where did you come from, where did you go? Nobody in Thedas will ever knowwwww."
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Dragon Age 2
Dragon Age 2 was pretty self-contained, with most things being tied up in Trespasser or DAI. The worst of the plot points abandoned relate to the companions in the game and the lack of closure/answers about them.
General Questions:
Kirkwalls, apparently, endless line of 'provisional' viscounts and constant political instability since Varric ran off to go after Solas.
According to DA: Absolution the Red Templars are still in Kirkwall...yet the show is set after Trespasser - when Varric is viscount? When he mentions that they threw a parade when getting Meredith out of the Gallows?
Aveline, Varric, Merrill and whoever remains of the Kirkwall crew apparently just allowing red templars take over the Gallows?
What happened to Petrice if she lived?
What happened to Feynriel if he went to Tevinter?
If Hawke lives following DAI - where are they?
I have a whole list of lore that's also been brushed over: the Sundermount, Corypheous, the Band of Three etc... I decided to put them in Part 2 since I feel they fit in more with 'lore obliterated' rather than 'abandoned plot points'.
2. Companions
Merrill's Eluvian:
Merrill spent years fixing an eluvian with a piece of string, a potato, and some gum - managing to actually do it.
And it meant nothing.
Eluvians are now a fast travel hub - all mysticism and awe at this marvel of magic are completely gone. Whatever sacrifices Merrill went through to save her sliver of elven history is meaningless.
Imagine if Merrill's eluvian aided in the fight against Solas - if having it intact gave you an advantage against him. Imagine Merrill weeping as Bellara fixes every other single eluvian in ten seconds with her magical omnitool.
Fenris and Slavery in Tevinter:
DATV utterly trivializing slavery in Tevinter is abominable.
Disregarding everything Fenris went through, everything he ever thought for, and making it something barely touched upon in DATV is insanity.
You wouldn't know there was slavery in Tevinter if the Shadow Dragons didn't drop a line or two about it. Limiting the conflict to "oops the venatori are being mean again" is absurd.
Fenris' entire story of going to help free the slaves is diminished because no one wanted to show the ugly, dark side of Tevinter in DATV.
DATV has retroactively made this choice for him to be so unfulfilling.
Where is Anders?
What happened with Sebastian's crusade against Anders? Was he ever captured? Was he executed? Are you telling me that no templars ever pursued this man fanatically after what happened in Kirkwall?
Does his fate vary if Hawke was friends/romanced him?
Varric appointing a new Viscountâs Keep healer called âBandersâ who just happens to sleep in the same room as Hawke and their children call him âdaddyâ lmao
Does his fate vary according to who is Divine? Vivienne hunts him down, Cassandra puts him on trial, while Leliana pardons him?
How does he react to Leliana abolishing the Circles? How much does he weep when the rebellion fails and the mages are destroyed? This man instigated the starting event for DAI and drove most of DA2's major plot and he's just...gone.
The Hawke Siblings:
From DAI we know that Warden Bethany/Carver are safe, but what happened to them if they're in the Circle?
Give us Knight-Commander Carver and First Enchanter Bethany Hawke, you cowards! Have them dismantle the Gallows and be the shining examples of human decency we know they are.
What happens to them after DAI and the Mage/Templar War is concluded? In a world that can embrace or reject them - how do they find their place?
Varric
Trespasser gave him a satisfying conclusion - he's viscount, he's in his shit hole of a city, he's surrounded by the people that he loves and cares about. He has the chance to truly build up Kirkwall after all the shit its gone through.
It just feels so bitter, so meaningless, that they gave him the end that they did in DATV. Varric should never have been the one to go after Solas - the only reason it was him was because he's a popular character in the franchise and was used to draw others in.
Why not Cole?! Who was literally mentioned in Trespasser as being on hand to help his friends - who has the ability to get through to Solas in a way no one else could?
No proper send off - no acknowledgement from those who loved him as to his fate...Varric was reduced to a marketing gimmick to draw people in who wanted to see if he died or not. Despicable.
Isabela
Isabela's story was brought to a close in DAI - she became an admiral, got a fancy hat, helped the Inquisition, and kept in contact with those she loved/Hawke if defended from the arishok.
Imagine bringing her back in a terrible outfit, having the most sex/gender positive character outright insult another for their choices, and making her part of the group that steals cultural artifacts from others.
The tomb of Koslun and Aveline would like a word with you?!
Edit - Thanks to bunnyiscthulhu for reminding me that Isabela's mother sold her to a man who became her husband...yet she does nothing when Taash's mother is outright forcing them into a life they don't want. Isabela, who believed that everybody should be free - that no one should be forced into a life they don't want, just...lets it happen to another person?
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Dragon Age: Inquisition
What's going to happen to the Red Lyrium that's popped up across all of Thedas?
Ferelden, Orlais, Kirkwall - all areas are reported to have red lyrium on the surface.
What happens to the Red Lyrium in Suledin?
DAI speaks about how they can never stop the spread of red lyrium, only slow it â animals, insects, organisms - whatever life is in the ground is all susceptible to becoming blighted by red lyrium. Suledin Keep in particular was utterly devastated by the Red Templars - what happens to life there?
2. What happened to Corypheous' Inner Circle?
What happened to Samson? How long did he live *if* heâs given the chance to help Cullen? Can something good come from his cooperation?
What happened to Calpernia?
Looking at previous concept art for DATV she was a companion - freeing slaves, gossiping about Samson & Corypheous. Just...what a waste. Any potential insight we could have gotten into Corypheous is gone.
3. The Mage / Templar War:
How does the world vary if you conscripted vs allied with either?
How do the remnants of what faction was not chosen fit into this new world?
How does the world deal with abominations and weird magic shit now? Is an alternative to the Order made if it's wiped out in DAI?
How is Cullen's templar clinic doing? If the templars still exist, how is Divine Victoria changing/adapting the Order to better support mages/templars?
4. Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts:
How do Orlesian politics reflect who was made ruler?
Is Gaspard looking to expand into Ferelden once more? Are the elves being brutalized under his rule like they were by his chevaliers? Does he do away with the grand game like he threatened in DAI?
How does this differ if Briala has collared him? How do his supporters feel that Briala has his balls in a vice?
Do Celene and Briala stay together? Do things improve for the elves and for the culture of Orlais at large?
Do improvements for the elves mean that Solas' arguments to his elven agents are less persuasive?
If Florianne is alive what the hell is going to happen to her? How quickly does she fall on her blade after being forced to wear flat shoes for the rest of her life?
How quickly does shit fall apart if you get all three to cooperate lmao
Friendly reminder that DATV sets up that all of Orlais, except for the Winter Palace has been overrun by the Blight - and that a coup from the Venatori is inevitable, likely resulting in any ruler dying.
5. What is the line of succession in Orlais?!
Why does every noble family in Thedas have no contingency plans for if their head of government dies?!
Part of why we needed to resolve the leadership problem in DAI was because there was no clear, direct heir if Celene died!
Celene has no heir Gaspard has no heir
Florianne planned to frame Gaspard, meaning that there was no clear heir to the throne - Orlais was already in a civil war, the council of heralds/nobles would have all campaigned in their own interests...that was why this was so important!
Orlais shortsightedness and pride in their nation being the greatest in Thedas led to them almost falling in a single night!
6. Here Lies the Abyss:
What are the ramifications of having the Warden's exiled verses remaining in the south?
Trespasser literally states that there's a schism in the Order because some Warden's believe they should touch grass more often and not listen to some bloke up in Weisshaupt for what they do down in the south.
Perfect opportunity to have the wardens remaining in the south mean something! Greater numbers in the south means that there's a greater chance of holding against the blight - while greater numbers in the north can effect if Antiva/Tevinter end up blighted in the first attack!
How does public perception towards the Wardens/King of Ferelden change when they learn they were exiled for committing human sacrifice to demons?!
Give us a warden coup and First Warden Alistair / Blackwall, you cowards!
7. The Well of Sorrows:
What was the point of drinking Mythal's bathwater?!
It's been set up as something that changes you. Bound to Mythal forever?!
Retroactively, Solas feels like he's going mental about nothing! One of the few times he ever breaks - he begs you not to - and...for what? Nothing.
DATV does not acknowledge that in the slightest. Such a waste and disappointment of what was made out to be an impactful decision in DAI.
Imagine if the Inquisitor drinking from the well made us forced to fight against them during the fight with Solas - imagine if Solas, in a world state who hated the Inquisitor, used them as a puppet! Just like the envy demon in DAI - and no one notices until its too late. Imagine Mythal herself, wanting Solas to go through with his plan - (or one of the other evanuris) using an Inquisitor/Lavellan he loved as a puppet - imagine the horror he feels as another one of his friends is reduced to nothing more than a mindless slave of the evanuris once more. Imagine the devastation as he watches Lavellan lose all sense of self - perhaps swaying him to, maybe, not go through with his plan?! Imagine having Cole come back to help save the Inquisitor - or Solas begging Rook to save them.
8. DLC Implications:
What happens if Hakkon is not slain? What happens to Southern Ferelden and the Avaar?
How does the rest of Thedas react to the truth of what happened at Red Crossing and the Dales? How do they react to learning that Inquisitor Ameridan - First Inquisitor and leader of the Seekers - was a dalish, elven mage?
What happens if you do not save the mines in the Descent DLC? How badly is Orzammars economy crippled? There are already rumours of riots occurring within Orzammar - it this enough to push the caste system over the edge?
9. Elven Uprising and the War with the Qun:
The elven uprising that was implied to be occuring all over Thedas as a result of years of oppression, systematic abuse, and Solasâ influence.
Where are the agents of fen'harel?!
No, instead lets have him chill in the Fade with no contingency plans, agents, or support of any sort. It was set up that Solas was planning to use this rebellion as a smokescreen for his plans - the elves, all rebelling for good reason, rallying to his cause while Solas planned to restore the world that once was. The rest of Thedas would only see an elven uprising, not knowing the true face behind it until it was too late!
The war between Tevinter and the Qun?!
Everyone conveniently forgetting that the Qun literally attempted to assassinate every noble family in Thedas? Why was there no exalted march because of this? This should have destroyed any accord between the chantry and the qun. There would absolutely be blood for this â Tevinter could have attacked the Qun and all of Southern Thedas would have applauded - no one would have differentiated between extremist qunari and the normal qun, especially not after Kirkwall.
The implication at the end of Trespasser that we could convince Solas to abandon his plans? Him saying that he welcomed giving us the chance?!
The difference that the Inquisitors friendship, love, or hatred could have in either convincing Solas to take another path or damning him to go ahaead with his plan, no matter the cost?
Have our decisions in previous games matter! How we treated the elves - if we worked to better their lives or put them in their place - can be used to convince him that the world can change! Have the ripple effects of these decisions be seen when the elven gods return, blighted - does the world turn against the elves, hardening Solas, or does the world defend the elves from those who would blame them?
Why was Sandal in the Crossroads?! Where is Bodahn?!
10. Divine Victoria!
How does the world of Thedas change with Leliana, Cassandra, or Vivienne at the head of the chantry?
How does Tevinter react to having a mage divine?!
Do relations change between both nations because of this?
Leliana allowing elves, dwarves, and even qunari to join the Chantry! Leliana also allowing members of the chantry to get married if she's romanced by the warden.
What happened to the Seekers? Are they being rebuilt?
Does the chantry inform the masses, the rest of the mages, that they can CURE tranquility?!
If either Leliana or Cassandra was romanced - what are the implications that may have on the chantry?
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No wonder the writers insisted that none of the past choices would have an impact on Veilguard - they literally went scorched earth on everything we ever did.
Ferelden is blighted - any legacy of the warden is gone.
Kirkwall is destroyed - any impact Hawke had is gone.
The hard won peace/order of the Inquisition was rendered meaningless since every single place that you went to and helped is now destroyed by the blight.
Orlais' ruler will likely be assassinated by the venatori who are plotting a coup with the nobles - making whomever you chose obsolete.
AND IT WAS ALL THE WORK OF THE MAGICAL ILLUMINATI FROM ACROSS THE SEA???
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Something all of them like to do is doll you up, and it becomes almost a private little routine between you and them.
John, as your husband (can you tell I love referring to him like this?), steadily takes control of deciding what you wear for the day even long before your request. Itâs something that just⊠happens. He comes into your bedroom early in the mornings, and your maids scatter away to leave you both be with little giggles, excited at the prospect of you two finally getting âcloseâ.
John doesnât care for them. He greets you with a soft good morning (a few weeks later, heâd greet you the same but would gently caress your face with the back of his hand, the touch so gentle despite his roughened skin. It makes you into a blushing mess, though you tell yourself itâs just so that the peeking maids wonât suspect anything) and then goes straight to your closet, sweeping through the rows and rows of delicate, soft dresses with a discerning eye to select what attire youâll wear for the day.
Of course, he does ask you what you feel like wearing, how you feel today in general, where you plan on going or meeting- everything to ensure the dress heâll choose for you would be perfect. John doesnât wait to see you in the dress, though.
He knows heâll be seeing you all adorned and dressed up later, when you come down to dine with him. He can compliment you and pat himself on the back, then.
If he makes sure to match his cufflinks with the colors you are wearing, it will simply make whoever notice it think you two are such a lovely couple. And he still hopes that your maids will accidentally not tighten or cover up your hemline just so he can fix it himself for you.
John aside, Kyle takes care of your hair and jewelry. He makes you sit on the vanity, still alone and with none of your maids around, and then he begins the tender ritual of brushing your hair (if itâs not too curly for daily brushings). His hands, warm and careful and gentle, would then take care of oiling each strand. No oils or butters have been spared in the efforts of tending to you, and Kyle himself often turns the routine into a simple, but so effective, head massage session for you.
(Later, Kyle wonders what he needs to say and do to take over the job of the maids who help you bathe. You are always complimenting how good his hands feel on your hair, and he can show you how much better he is at using them for your body.)
Johnny eventually begins doing your makeup, on certain occasions. Once the truth comes out, the two of you are closer, and on one night, he tells you about his big family, his sisters and how theyâd make him and his brothers help them get ready for events and parties.
Itâs a simple question born out of your curiosity- whatâs the makeup like where you were born, Johnny?- that has him in your bedroom often now, the other chefs taking care of the kitchen while his hands, clean and gentle, dab creams and whatnot on your face so delicately- like you are one of the cupacakes he decorates for your tea time.
He wants to kiss you so badly. You look so pretty like this, eyes closed and expression peaceful, patient and so trustful of his ministrations. He really, really wants to kiss you and see if the lipstick heâd applied on your pretty lips tastes as sweet as it smells.
Simon, though, is the one who slowly begins adding more and more to your dresses. John already supplies you with so much, but Simon is the one largely in charge of the silk and fabric importation and he knows well what styles will be popular next season, what styles will looks better on you and which colors suit you best. Itâs not just dresses, but also matching fabrics and ribbons to go in your hair for when Kyle or your maids style, and for your pretty neck during more casual tea parties.
Not occasionally seeing you in the dresses he sends doesnât bother him; you will be spoiling the others with the sight, and he can listen to them thank him in several ways afterwards and rest with the thought of you all dolled up, happy and thriving with them.
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I think there are some takeaways here, if we want to learn from this.
First: third-party voters were irrelevant. In no swing state did left-leaning third-party voters add up to enough to push Harris over.
Second: many progressive policies and politicians outperformed Harris.
Third: appealing to Republicans did not work.
It has never worked, in the US or in Europe, we've seen time and again that giving ground to right wing policies only legitimizes them and voters then prefer the original. For example, if you worry about immigration, and both sides are saying it's a problem, who do you trust more to handle it?
Fourth: polls were pretty accurate. There were months, years, really, of debate about polling being broken, which demographics were underrepresented, which were overrepresented, herding, hopes that they were overcorrecting for the last two misses on Trump, but they ended up closer than anybody wanted. Which also means that Biden would have lost by even worse.
Fifth: on the one hand, people should hopefully see this graphic and realize there's no minority to scapegoat:
On the other hand, I'm seeing a lot of people take it as a sign the country has simply shifted to the right in a huge, undeniable way that's depressing and ominous and feels hopeless. After all, Trump will win the popular vote by a lot, the first time a Republican has in decades.
However, this should be taken in conjunction with these numbers:
Now THIS is something that's open to further analysis and that can be worked with.
Why did so many Democrat voters not show up?
Here are some potential reasons for this, the truth most likely being a combination of at least several of them:
She's a Black-Indian woman. There's no denying the racism and misogyny among the US electorate, but given earlier polls where she was leading, I don't think this was the main or certainly only reason.
She was seen as too progressive/leftist. Again, by virtue of our racist, misogynistic electorate and our billionaire-owned media, Harris was seen as too extreme left by a lot of people, not just because of policies, but because inherently, her identity itself is extreme left to them. I personally don't think this was a crucial factor because, again, she had been leading when she was going stronger on the progressive messaging, other progressive policies and politicians outperformed her, and a lot of the people who think she's too extreme are Republicans who'd never vote for her. I just don't think it's a good enough reason for the millions of Democrats who didn't show.
Palestine. There's a coalition of pro-Palestine people, not just Muslims and Arab Americans but leftists and other POC too, but numerically, their vote for third parties made no difference. Did enough shift to Trump or not show up at all? Certainly in Michigan they swung to the right, but would that have made a difference? Did they matter in other less tangible ways, e.g., a lot of the same active progressives who'd have been out campaigning simply voted quietly for Harris and left it at that? How much of a distraction was this for Dems, having to constantly address Gaza as opposed to putting forth their own policies, and did it contribute to the overall perception of them being incompetent and weak and bringing chaos when people were tired of it? I think Palestine did have an effect, but enough to swing it overall...?
Not being progressive enough. A lot of people will point to Palestine and immigration, the decision to campaign with Liz Cheney and Mark Cuban and court Republican moderates, stifling Walz, and various other shifts that abandoned the left for the center and then the left didn't show up while the center went for Republicans as they always do, but the left isn't that large. I think, if this one point is a factor, it's more that it was simply difficult for normal voters to show up when they didn't really know what the candidate stood for, aside from "more of the same" and "not Trump".
Biden. When you have a ton of people unhappy with where the country is going, including their biggest priority, the economy, being tied to an unpopular incumbent was going to be tough, especially when, as a Black-Indian woman, she would be judged as disloyal if she broke too much from him. Nevertheless... People were unhappy with him and his administration.
Ultimately, I think there's a lot to learn and I hope Dems will.
I think we're in for a tough time and we're going to need community and solidarity, not fighting among ourselves.
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Okay, I know a lot of people say artists just need to practice to get better, but it's more complicated than that.
A great artist needs at least three aspects.
Drive: They need to have the initiative to continue to improve. If they get burned out easily by it, chances are they aren't going to continue to do it. That's not including if they WANT to be good at it, or be a professional.
Practice/Patience: As the meme above shows, this is important too. The willingness to practice and continue to perfect your craft. A great artist is always improving, bettering themselves, discovering new techniques, etc. What's more, they don't look at other artists with envy or defeat, knowing that they are still improving, and that they'll eventually reach that same level of skill. It's not immediate, but it does take time.
Talent: The most important aspect, and sadly, the most critical. While great artists do not have any specific background, bloodline, origins, appearances, etc., they all have one thing in common: talent. They have the necessary skills and creative talent to create great art. Now, thankfully, art is multifaceted and comes in a variety of mediums. A painter may excel in painting, but may be lacking in culinary art. A sculptor may be skilled in making statues, but can't perform in theater. Anyone who wishes to create art but not have the skill for one medium may find better luck in another. All it takes is some experimenting and learning what you're skilled in. After all, "Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere." ~Anton Ego.
"Wow omg you drawwwww? I wish I was a drawer soooo bad omg I suckkkk so bad at arrrt"
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@teagantheamazing Hope you don't mind, but I wanted to pull this reply out to talk about a little more in depth, because I think it is important that people understand this as we move forward.
Also, I am speaking as a private citizen here, not as an employee of the Forest Service.
In the United States, wildland fire response is handled at three basic levels: Federal, State, and Local.
Federally, it is further broken down into the Bureau of Land Management and the Forest Service. (Some parks have their own fire crews as well, but that varies from park to park, and they're usually still technically Forest Service.) There's really not a ton of difference between the two aside from whose name is on your paycheck. Pay is the same across each, structure is the same across each, training is the same across each. Federal crews and resources are, generally, the main and biggest responders to wildfires because wildfires tend to happen primarily on federal lands.
At the state and local level things vary a lot from state to state. You can have things like the Colorado Division of Fire Prevention and Control in Colorado and Cal Fire in California, and you can have local structure departments that also have wildland divisions and/or training. Some of the local departments will be volunteer. State and local responders also work closely with federal responders, but how much and for how long varies from fire to fire.
Then, on top of all of that, you have private/contract crews. They are what it says on the tin: private crews of firefighters. Some of these crews are great! Very professional, very skilled. Others are...ah...not.
Now, what I am concerned about specifically as we head into this new administration is what is going to happen at the federal level. As I mentioned in the original post, the Forest Service is already struggling. It has ALWAYS been struggling. Without giving you a whole huge history lesson, the Forest Service was founded in the early 1900s by Teddy Roosevelt to protect public lands and preserve them for future use. People threw a FIT about it, specifically people who wanted to basically strip mine the forests for every single available resource. Taft was elected after Roosevelt and basically started undoing everything his predecessor had done. The budget for the Forest Service was destroyed, protections were rolled back. The only reason the Forest Service survived was because in 1910 there was a MASSIVE fire. It was, at the time, unprecedented and the Forest Service was able to use it to lobby for better funding going forward. But the same cycle has repeated ever since. An administration that doesn't value conservation will come in, shred the budget, there will be deadly consequences that make the next administration pad the budget some, and then it will start again.
It's a lot like people who stop taking their medicine because they think they're cured since they feel better, but they only feel better because they were taking their medicine.
So what happens now? Well, it's already happening and it happened under Biden, and will only get worse under Trump. To keep it simple, there are two kinds of federal employment: seasonal, and year-round. Most of the federal Forest Service jobs are seasonal, because the work is seasonal. This includes firefighters, but it also includes things like park rangers and trail maintenance crews. From late spring to early fall there are tooooons of people working. Then, the rest of the year, its a skeleton crew of year-rounders doing mostly maintenance work, controlled burns, paperwork, stuff like that.
Now, with all of that said, here is where we stand at this specific moment: the decision has already been made that the Forest Service will not be hiring seasonal workers outside of firefighting next year. This means no seasonal park rangers, no seasonal maintenance people, none of that. This means next year parks are going to be a MESS. Bathrooms will not be cleaned regularly, campgrounds will not be maintained, trails will not be maintained, and a ton of other stuff. The year-rounder skeleton crew will be all we've got. And, crucially, there will be less professionals monitoring the woods looking for new fires. Rangers, even ones not working directly on fire stuff, are a crucial level of protection for spotting and reporting fires.
Secondary to that is the pay issue. Even if you're a year-rounder, the pay is abysmal. Your average out the gate, newbie wildland firefighter is going to make around $17/hr base pay if they work for a federal agency. Now, there's a ton of random stuff that can bump that pay up even without the retention bonus we're currently getting. You get a night differential and a Sunday differential for starters, and hazard pay when you are actively working a fire, plus there's ALWAYS overtime, sometimes an insane amount of it. Then there's per diem if you are traveling for a fire, and that can be a nice little bump too. But the point/problem is that the pay is VERY unpredictable. You can have a massively busy season and be swimming in money, or you can have a slow as fuck season and end up scrapping by because the base pay isn't enough. The Wildland Firefighter Paycheck Protection Act is supposed to fix this by bumping up the base pay, but that can has been kicked back and forth in the government for yeeeears now.
Now, as you mentioned, people CAN transfer their federal qualifications for fire to state and private crews. It generally pays better if you do. But we do not want to privatize fire response. Given the size of this country, given the spread of the population within it, we have to have a federal firefighting force. Leaving it to the states and private companies will not be enough.
That is where we are starting the new administration: abysmal pay, failing departments, and slimmed back hiring. Given Trump's repeated insistence on slimming down the government, on withholding aid in blue states, on getting rid of things like the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (which is also crucial for firefighting), and other things in that vein, I think we are staring down the barrel of a very, very dangerous time.
So, some action items if you want to help:
Call your local representatives and insist they pass the Wildland Firefighter Protection Act NOW, before the new administration comes in. The new administration could still screw it up, but we've gotta at least try.
Be patient and understanding with Park Rangers in the coming years. They are doing their best with what they've got.
Take responsibility for your use of public lands. Clean up after yourself, pick up litter when you see it, and donate if there is a way for you to do so.
Educate yourself and your community on wildland fire even if you don't think you are in a wildland fire prone area. Learn about and implement defensible space around your homes and communities. I'll be doing a lot of education around this going forward, so if you have questions or want help please ask me!
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Falls in, i would love to hear about this decked out/failed cave exploration au pls pls pls already i am Bewitched
hehehe [in tango's voice] sighh i suppose...
really im very tempted to just let it sit and not tell anything, because it's so fun seeing people theorize and point out details in the notes. but yeah i guess i shouldn't gatekeep it, its a fun au!
i do want to state in the beginning that it was a one-off thing and i have no plans on continuing it or drawing more for it. if you do tho? feel free! (not asking for fanart by any means, but giving the green light if anyone was wondering)
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Pet crew were a group of cave explorers. They're no experts by any means but they were no amateurs either! (ignore the fact that they're not wearing any PPE, i didn't want to draw it, ok--) And recently they've been excited about mapping out a new cave system they found, completely unexplored according to their research.
Tango, always a big lover of his plans and spreadsheets, presumably decided to go in alone ahead of time to sketch out at least a rough draft for a map, so they had an idea of what they're going to be dealing with.
But see, this cave is not an ordinary cave, no matter how pristine and untouched it looked. It is one gigantic organism of unknown origin, and a hunrgy one at that, the air inside it is filled with little cells or spores that, when inhaled enough, start taking over the body and corroding it to the cave's will. Killing the host in the process.
So, obviously, after spending some time in the cave by himself, Tango did get some cells in him. Not enough to be noticeable, but enough to give him a headstart on the corruption when the group went in for a proper dive some days later.
The first symptoms of undergoing the change are pretty standard: light fever, weakness, dizziness â easy to mistake for a flu.
Which is exactly what Tango did. Of course, going caving with a flu is not a smart thing to do either, but the group has been planning this trip for so long, delaying it even more because someone was slightly under the weather would've been foolish!
The cave started off with a big drop, requiring a rope to be set up, and then sprawled into a system of tunnels. Tango and Pearl were very excited to find an entrance to some ancient tombs a couple of hours into the dive. There were stairs leading even deeper underground, which turned out to be an entrance to a bigger cave system, with a huge frozen lake in the middle and an entrance to abandoned mines.
Further symptoms include skin turning pale, graying hair, eyes starting to shift color to red. Previous symptoms remain and intensify.
Tango had always been pale, he had blond hair too, and in the dark it was hard to notice the white streaks in them. The pink cheeks were easily passed as a result of being in the cold. Pearl did express some concerns about Tango's well-being when he started to fall back a bit, but he dismissed it as just him getting tired. By that point Pearl seemed to also have some "frost" in her hair.
After the hair have fully turned white, the tips start to switch color to an unnatural blue. Skin eventually loses color completely, turning gray. Fever intensifies as body desperately tries to fight the infection.
At that point it was impossible to deny that something was wrong with Tango. There are no mirrors underground though, so to him it was just his flu getting out of hand. Guilty of hiding his illness, yes, but nothing critical. The blue hair however were not normal, and the other two were freaking out a bit more than Tango would've hoped for.
They had an argument.
Etho snapped and hit Tango to beat some sense into his stupid head.
By that point Pearl was clearly looking bad too, and Etho's own hair were apparently turning white. They were all feeling terrible, physically and mentally. They decided to head home.
As previously stated, the cave is in fact alive and can sense when something that belongs to it is trying to escape. In an effort to stop it, the whole cave system comes to life. Old animal carcasses rise and start walking, small screeching creatures begin patrolling the tombs, the ice melts and the cave blooms in dangerous ways.
When the crew exited the mines into the second level of the cave system, it was apparent that the way back would be a lot harder. By that point Tango was struggling to stand and Etho had to drop his equipment to carry him. But the fever and the dizziness were making it hard to move fast, the changed layout of the cave was difficult to navigate even with their map, and the way to the surface was still very and very long. It was obvious they couldn't make it out....
Unless they were willing to make some sacrifices.
Etho isn't proud of his decision, but leaving Tango was their only option! He and Pearl still had a chance to escape if they moved quickly, but Tango was just too far gone, he couldn't-- Etho couldn't carry him to the exit, he was getting too tired, and if they all stuck together it would get all three of them killed! Was it not better for at least two of them to survive instead of-
They had another argument.
Pearl stubbornly insisted on taking Tango, so Etho had to lie to her and say that they will come back once they scout out the way. Etho couldn't force himself to look at Tango though, if he did he would be met with this knowing look and he just couldn't bear it. Tango cried when they were leaving.
After the body succumbs to the fever it stays dead for a short period of time, while the rest of the changes set in.
It took a miracle for both Etho and Pearl to reach the tombs, but the hard part came after. Etho did everything in his power to convince Pearl to leave with him, he said they will come back later when they're better prepared, he said it was too late to help Tango, he said it was Tango's own fault, he said many bad things, none of which were enough to change Pearl's mind. She turned back and Etho didn't follow her.
He ran through the tombs and the caves alone, losing his eye to a monster he saw all too late. It was painful and it was disorienting, Etho doesn't even remember how he got to the initial drop they went down, he was panicking and only moving forward because of adrenaline and instinct. The ascend was a fever dream, Etho doesn't know how he didn't fall to his death then.
Through the rush of blood in his head, Etho heard the faint sound of Tango's voice. Too cheery for his feverish condition, and much, much closer, a lot closer than the place they left him to die in. He did not hear Pearl. The sound stopped when it was right under him, and he felt a light tug on the rope he was hanging of. And nothing else happened...
Etho emerged from the cave into the cold night, stumbling over his own feet, too tired to run. Their van was parked over by the entrance and Gem was already waiting for him. Him â shaking, bloody and alone.
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The body reanimates again, now obedient to the cave's will. It is no longer alive but it is not dead either, frozen, stalking through the tunnels in a mindless haze.
#trail's gone cold au#smiles :)#it's a little dry but baah whatever it's already long enough#feel free to ask about more things but i imagine a lot of them won't have answers#the au is small and more just an exploration of the concept. open ending as well#yagotalk
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I remember a friend of mine had some LPs that were Star Wars themed disco albums, and it brought back a very weird memory from back in the 70s (yes, I'm old!) of listening to a Star Wars disco mashup on the radio. What was all that about? I also remember something like that for Close Encounters, too.
You remember correctly, and this went on for a long while. In 1983, disk jockeys around the country played a record that involved an Ewok rapping the plot of Return of the Jedi in Ewokese. This made it to #60 in the Billboard Top 100.
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This is hard to explain to people who werenât thereâŠ.but in the wake of Star Wars in the late 70s and early 80s, scifi was so beloved and mainstream that the orchestral music for nerdy scifi and fantasy movies about outer space were remixed and sampled into Giorgio Moroder-esque Italo-Disco dance numbers. And the most astonishing thing is, instead of being consigned to convention acts the way âhorse famousâ Brony dubstep acts are, this received national airplay on the radio, reached the pop music charts, and were played in discotheques. And incredibly, this continued for years and expanded from Star Wars into Star Trek, Wizard of Oz, Black Hole, Close EncountersâŠ.
All of this was the work of one specific person: Meco (or Dominico Monardo). The term âahead of their timeâ is thrown around a lot, but Meco really was: a combination producer-songwriter and Italo-Disco pioneer in the style of Giorgio Moroder, he did several things that are now absolutely standard: he used remixes and sampling before hiphop made that standard for musicians, he wrote âfandom musicâ on a Moog synthesizer decades before Bronies turned their conventions into cringey dubstep concerts with songs like âEverypony Dance Now.â
It's stunning to me that Meco has not been rediscovered, considering every single trend in the culture essentially went his way.
The most startling thing about Mecoâs Star Wars disco album, the one that got the ball rolling on this trend, is this: I always assumed it was some kind of cash in created by a record label mandate, a label executiveâs completely cynical choice to hop on a hot new trend. That isnât a crazy thing to think at all, since Star Wars is and always has been the most merchandized and sold out scifi property ever. But it wasnât! You see, it was all the product of a single manâs specific vision: Meco had to convince his record label to make the record because they were skeptical.
When Meco went to see Star Wars in 1977 on Opening Day (what an experience that must have been) with his friend and fellow Italian chest hair/gold medallion enthusiast Tony Bongiovi, he was already an experienced producer-songwriter who had worked with Gloria Gaynor, Diana Ross, and formed DCA, the Disco Corporation of America. If you've ever listened to Diana Ross's "I'm Coming Out," Meco actually played the trombone solo in that song. Seeing the Star Wars movie for the first time, though Meco thought the movie was nothing short of a religious experience. Originally, he wanted to do Star Wars music as a b-side on a Gloria Gaynor album, but expanded the idea into an entire album.
In Mecoâs own words:
"When I think about what I did, nobody came to me, nobody said 'Meco, why don't you do this.' Nobody says 'Here's some money go make a record of this movie.' It was just my own... It was magical, it was just out of this world when all that happened."
Not only did this album hit platinum, not only did it actually outsell the Star Wars soundtrack, his remix of the Star Wars theme also went to #1 in the charts. Itâs actually the best selling instrumental single of all time. A record, that, incidentally, it holds to this day.
Dick Clark, host of American Bandstand, had this to say about Meco:
"In 1977, Meco Monardo accomplished something no one else has ever done to the best of my knowledge. He was the first one in history to out-sell the soundtrack of a motion picture with his own distinctive version of a film's music. The music was totally danceable, and broke new ground. It's no wonder the STAR WARS THEME went to # 1. I loved his treatment of music from THE WIZARD OF OZ. Again, Meco created something innovative. The fun and the excitement gave a whole new feel to that totally familiar and well-loved music."
Like a lot of studio producers, Meco had an insane work ethic and hit when the iron was hot: he did an album about Close Encounters that exact same year, but also did a Star Wars Christmas Album, one of the strangest pieces of Star Wars kitsch around.
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One of the most interesting things about the Star Wars Christmas album is that one of the songs, âR2D2âs Wish You a Merry Christmasâ is the first professional vocals by John Bon Jovi, who was Mecoâs friend Tony Bongioviâs seventeen year old younger cousin (he was initially known as John Bongiovi). It's incredible to hear a squeaky voiced teen Bon Jovi on a kitsch album about a robot Christmas.
1978-1979 was really his best year. Meco made an Italo-Disco remix album entirely devoted to Superman, and at this point, Meco had the pull to get access to John Williams's sheet music for the score before the music even came out. In my personal opinion it's the best of them because he has to recreate it entirely with his own instruments, leading to a very unique sound.
He also did an album based on the Wizard of Oz:
And a combination album of Star Trek/Black Hole. It's probably the earliest remixing date of Goldsmith pieces of music: the Motion Picture Theme (which is now associated with the Next Generation - hearing it done in Italodisco is uncanny) and the Klingon Theme:
Incidentally, I think the design here of the Meco Enterprise, which had to be modified for legal reasons, would make a wonderful canon starship if anyone wants to be inspired by it. It reminds me of the same concept that would be used in the very next film for the Reliant-class of ships.
Meco eventually retired from music in 1985, but unfortunately he is no longer with us, as he passed into the next dimension in 2023. I think he showed us that creativity is often about transformation, and was inspired to make his art by a legitimate awe of space, the cosmos, and human imagination that the scifi movies of the 1970s and 80s provoke.
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I've always wanted to add a clarification on here for folks that jumped down my throat and insulted me/my writing because, I imagine, they felt called out by my own personal post about this.
I write for myself. 100%. I used to worry about what other people wanted to read. I do not anymore. I only concern myself with what I want to write and what I would want to read. So that feedback in response to the above original post completely missed the mark on what is actually being said.
I share my writing here for you. Not me. That is literally the point of sharing. Why else would I share it? For it to sit there and have nobody read it? Of course not, that's... a waste of my time and energy. The entire point of sharing is for people to see it, read it, like it, and reblog it so other people might see it and read it too.
Because of the decreasing engagement I've experienced to my fic here (not that it was ever all that high to begin with), I'm no longer going to be posting it on Tumblr. I'm taking a long break from fanfic to write my own novel. I will eventually go back to finish my fanfic WIPS, but I'll only be posting them on Ao3.
hereâs a little comparison for people who say engagement hasnât gotten that bad and anyone who complains is ungrateful.
these are two posts from my first go round on tumblr circa 2014-2017, my most popular gifset of all time
& a text post
notice how the ratio is about even on likes to reblogs?
hereâs from this go around, my most popular gifset
and my most popular fic
do you see how thatâs discouraging?
i love being on this site. i love the little community iâve found and the people who follow me and the mutuals iâve made friendships with and the mutuals that iâm still getting to know. i love it. but at a certain point itâs hard to justify spending so much time on works that get bad engagement.
reblog, comment, send asks. without them, this site doesnât work.
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Mythal, Solas, and Lavellan (An Analysis)
Please be aware that this post contains spoilers for Dragon Age: The Veilguard, so now is the time to click away until you have finished the game. All opinions shared here are just opinions, and are not intended to be presented as fact. đ
So, this is sort of an abridged version of what could be (and may someday be) a more in-depth analysis, but I just want to offer a different perspective on the Mythal vs. Lavellan discourse when it comes to Solasâ love and loyalty. I've included a lot of supporting evidence from the game, and wanted to share some of it for your consideration: I want to start in the Lighthouse, for the folks who are upset that we didn't see Lavellan amongst Solas' memories. I think this is for the best, all things considered. The regrets we see in the Lighthouse are all of Mythalâ taking a form for her, letting her mold him, doing things he thought were âmonstrousâ at her request, however well (or ill) intentioned. To me, Solas regrets Mythal nearly as a whole. He loved her, certainly, but I think itâs very apparent that he wants more than anything to close that chapter of his life and move on, which he cannot do without confronting the mistakes of his past. From my view, itâs an excellent sign, actually, that Lavellan is not among the great regrets of his life. He says to Rook that he regrets being selfish with herâ but he âcherishesâ his closeness with, and his love for Lavellan âmore than [his] victories.â The same cannot be said of anything on those walls in the Lighthouse.
That same closeness with Mythalâ regardless of whether it was romantic, platonic, familialâ hurt him, over and over. Everything he did in service of that love, he regrets. He does not cherish it, at least not in the same way. I think I wouldâve been offended, frankly, if Lavellan had been on those walls beside her.
Moreover, he acknowledges Lavellanâs goodness, and doesnât really do that for Mythal, at least not here. Yes, in Trespasser, he said that Mythal was the best of the Evanuris, but we know itâs a low bar to clear. Does that mean she was evil? Not necessarily. But he also says to Rook that all the Evanuris âwere monsters, in their own ways,â and moments later tells them, by contrast, that Lavellan âis a good woman.â
I donât think itâs his love for Mythal (or even his loyalty to her) that keeps him away from Lavellan, either. He cannot in good conscience give himself what he wants most without first fixing what he broke. He doesnât want to bring down the Veil anymore, not really. He even acknowledges the Dalish as "our people," to an elven Rook (Lavellan's influence?), and says it was a "privilege" to help them again. He says in the final confrontation that he is compelled to bring down the Veil at this point because otherwise, he has failed and wronged and harmed people for nothingâ Lavellan among them. He says, more or less, that he has to see it through, has to bring back âthe world [Mythal] wanted,â or else all the suffering heâs imposed has been in vain. That reads to me as a sunk cost fallacy more than an act of great loyalty.Â
If weâre talking about what Solas wanted, by comparison, we see it in his codex letter to Lavellanâ he says, outright, âI could haveâŠeven put my plans aside, and simply stayed with you as SolasâŠwhich is what I wanted.â His desires do not match Mythalâs, and in fact are the opposite. But again, how can he allow himself to have his own way when he does not yet feel he has righted his wrongs?Â
Here we wade into murkier waters (as this could be a more personal interpretation than what was actually intended), but I think itâs fascinating that in Solasâ memory of manifestation, he tells Mythal, âI will always follow where you go.â I think this may be his original regret. I think he wishes he wouldâve followed his heart (both in the moral sense, and later, the vhenan sense), rather than pledging himself to another being that âbroke him,â as Mythal herself admits to doing.
And speaking of vhenan, my final note: Mythal is never anything but Mythal, to Solas. Even when she calls him âlove" in his memories, he does not reciprocate. He refers to her as nothing besides her name. Lavellan is always given the title of Vhenan. He has not called her Inquisitor since before Trespasser, and even then it was because he was trying to create distance, to avoid hurting her further. But ultimately she is his heart, and he wants to follow her, and Mythal is the only thing stopping himâ not because he is holding onto her, but because she is in his way.
#let me soothe your solavellan hurt y'all#solas#solavellan#datv#veilguard#dragon age#dragon age spoilers#dragon age the veilguard#solas meta#mythal#evanuris#dragon age veilguard#da4#datv spoilers#solavellan spoilers#veilguard spoilers#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#da4 spoilers#da:tv#da:tv spoilers#solavellan hell
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Gender? Who Cares About That?
Billyâs never really been one to really care about gender. Look, if you wanna be a girl, youâre a girl, same if you wanna be a boy. Or at least thatâs what he thinks. He just doesnât get the hype about it. So, whenever he feels like it, he just turns into a girl. No one really cares and heâs been doing it since the sixties so heâll keep doing it. Well, at least no one cared until nowadays.
Marvel: *in female form picking up some rubble to clear it after a villain attack*
Reporter: âMaâam!â *trying to flag Marvel down*
Marvel: âYes, miss?â *carefully puts rubble down*
Reporter: âHello, maâam. We at channel five news have been meaning to ask you a few questions. Are you related to Captain Marvel, and if so, are you blood related?â
Marvel: *visible confusion* âUh⊠I guess.â *honestly thinks itâs a little funny* âBut, miss, I am Captain Marvel.â
Reporter: âHuhâŠ?â
Marvel: âDid you not ask any of the citizens?â
Reporter: *looks to the camera guy before looking back at Billy* âYes- Iâm sorry, I was under the impression Captain Marvel was a man.â
Marvel: âI am.â
Reporter: âYet youâre a womanâŠ?â
Marvel: âYeah. Whenever I feel like it, I turn into a girl. Then, whenever I feel like it, I turn into a boy.â
Tourist: âSo youâre gender-fluid?â
Marvel: âWhat is that?â *sounds confused*
Tourist: âLiterally just what you described.â
Marvel: âOh. Then I guess I am. I didnât know there was a label for it.â *
For reference, female Marvel looks like Marilyn just with blue eyes and black hair. As for why he doesnât know what gender-fluid means? Well apparently it originated in 1994, and in my AU he was trapped in a time bubble and got out in 2016. Heâs an old man guys. He canât work computers. Theyâre too overcomplicated. If you were to ask a random citizen from Fawcett, they wouldnât know either.
Marvel: *back in male form, frosting some cookies at the Watchtower*
Supes: âCap?â
Marvel: âYes?â
Supes: âSo⊠uhâŠâ *awkward and looks the other JL members*
Other JL Members: *peaking from behind a corner*
Supes: âWe just want you to know we support you.â *awkward smile and pat on shoulder*
Marvel: âCool? Whatâre you supporting?â
Supes: âWell you know⊠Do you really not know why?â
Marvel: âNoâŠ?â
*silence*
Marvel: âDo you want a cookie?â
Supes: âYes, please.â
Yeah, he doesnât care. Like stated earlier, he doesnât care, and neither did the Fawcettâs citizens. He didnât even think this was something that people were supported for. Thatâs why he had no clue what Clark was talking about.
Marvel and GL: *have monitor duty together*
GL: âSo, dude, are you going to the pride parade in Metropolis?â
Marvel: âWhy would I go to one of those?â
GL: âCause youâre gender fluid?â
Marvel: âWhat?â *already forgot what that meant*
GL: âYou know how you switch between girl and boy all the time?â
Marvel: âOhhhh that. I still donât see what that has to do with the pride parade.â
GL: âDude, thatâs apart of pride.â
Marvel: âI thought pride was for queers?â
GL: âYeah. You being gender fluid makes you queer.â
Marvel: âReally?â
GL: âYup.â
Marvel: âHuh. I had no idea. I guess I could go, but I donât really wanna go alone. Are you going?â
GL: *nods head* âMe and a couple others.â
Marvel: â âkay, then can I go with you guys?â
GL: âHell yeah, man!â
Bonus:
Mary does the same thing as Billy! Whenever she turns into a boy though, she looks like Billy because twin power.
#billy batson#shazam#dc captain marvel#captain marvel dc#fawcett city#fawcett comics#fawcett#mary batson#mary bromfield#green lantern#hal jordan#superman#clark kent
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Noticed an Ask that asked if you listened to gothic music, to which you said no. Now I'm curious, what kind of music do you listen to? Any band recommendations that you particularly enjoy? I'd love to hear and maybe give some a listen!
I could give you a list of some of my current/all-time favorite songs, would that be anything at all? These have been formative to me in some way and I keep returning to them frequently.
The Knife - Silent Shout Fever Ray - I'm Not Done Röyksopp - Running To The Sea Cosmo Sheldrake - The Fly Fleet Foxes - The Shrine/An Argument Florence & The Machine - Hunger Of Monsters and Men - King and Lionheart Scandinavian Music Group - Liian laiha rakkaani Lana Del Rey - Summertime Sadness Nicole Dollanganger - Smitten With You Soap&Skin - Me and the Devil Purity Ring - Flood on the Floor Milla Rumi - Opettelen ilmeitÀ Hozier - Take me to Church The Correspondents - Finally Alt-J - Every Other Freckle Heikki Kuula - PilvellÀ KÀÀrijÀ - Huhhahhei Mika - Origin of Love Keane - Crystal Ball Aurora - Heathens VÀrttinÀ - Tammi Gorillaz - Tranz Woodkid - Iron Go-A - Kalyna
My newest obsession is Automatic by Half Alive, been replaying that all day everyday lately.
#answered#griffynsghost#at the end of âPilvellĂ€â by Heikki Kuula there's brief gasping sounds alluding to the subject of the song hanging themself#it's otherwise a seemingly upbeat song and it comes out of nowhere right at the end so I can see how it could be upsetting#just a fair warning if that's something you'd rather not be surprised with
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For the record, the OP of the "stockpile hrt" post has now edited it to vaugely mention the legal dangers of stockpiling T (in a very condescending way I might add) but you still need to be aware of the possible legal repercussions of "stockpiling T" based on a tumblr post.
Illegal possession of a Schedule III controlled substance can, on your first offense mean:
A $1000 fine.
Up to one year in Prison.
The OP of the "stockpile hrt" implied that any warning about felony charges is simply "fear mongering" and .... That's not what this is.
(Cough. The actual fearmongering was the original post which was acting like hrt was gonna get instantly banned everywhere to everyone and you need to stock up now before its gone forever! Lets panic people who are already stressed about their healthcare!! )
To be able to be safe, you need to be fully informed about possible legal and health consequences of something before you move forward.
Telling people to commit felonies without warning them that's what they're risking is not "harm reduction".
Making sure people know all of the risks they are taking if they go forward with a plan so that they are fully informed and can decide if what they're doing is worth it if things go wrong is harm reduction.
Everyone can and should make their own decisions, but they do, indeed need to be fully informed decisions.
You cannot endanger some of the most vulnerable, scared people by casually telling them to do x without warning them of the potential legal consequences that can fuck up their entire life.
And for fucks sake, stop posting on your tumblr and social media that you're commiting a felony and giving detailed instructions on how to do so to other people đ€Š
I know all the posts about how to stockpile hrt come from a good place but yall. Stockpiling T on purpose is a felony and its not one i judge you for but...STOP admitting it out loud on your blogs frankly and with none of the "teehee THEORETICALLY" shoplifter blogs used to have. Im seeing people talk abt the stockpiles they already have AND their plans to share it and my guys... this website WILL give your personal info to the government if subpoenad. Idk that its LIKELY but I know itd be embarrassing as hell to go to JAIL for felony possession of controlled substance w intent to distribute bc you couldnt stop yourself from YAPPING on a fucking tumblr post and then mr hammers gave your email and login ip to the cops. I KNOW youre all not using secure enough burners and vpns and shit 4 that Cmon now
#transgender#htr#diy hrt#diy t#if you're gonna do it do it fully informed and for fucks sake do not advertise that fact publicly!!!#STAY SAFE PLEASE AND STAY INFORMED
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Only one guy on here has two eyes, and even then, they're fake eyes. It's big-tits-McGee, Mr. logic man extraordinaire, Geneva Suggestion Believer himself: Shockwave! Yep, all 12 of him, a reasonable amount of alternates to have, unlike some people... Shockwave Height Chart, everyone, fuckin wee.
Quick Disclaimer, if any of the images look weird, it's because I had to stitch a few separate images together to create a full body shot of the character.
Here are links to my Bumblebee Chart, my Optimus Chart, my Megatron Chart, and my Soundwave Chart. Please go gawk at how many Optimus designs there are, sweet fuck, there are so many. For future reference, all these charts will be filed under my "Transformers Height Charts" tag and my "aka the adventures of a..." tag.
Explanations and Sources below the cut.
Unicron Trilogy Energon - ~14 feet 3 inches (No actual source, and Energon doesn't have any listed heights anywhere. For the uneducated, the Unicron Trilogy has given each of its 3 seasons separate names and 3 separate art styles. This is the design used in Energon (S2) though he only shows up in Energon. I was able to compare him to Optimus, and using Cybertron's listed heights, I got this number. I am in physical pain, it does not get better from here. Hilarious side note, his Japanese name is Laserwave, which contains the missing "wave" of Shockwave in this iteration's name.)
Earth Spark - ~15 feet (No actual source for ES, but using a barn door to get Bumblebee's height, then Optimus's, then Megatron's height, I was able to make a guess at Shockwave's. Shockwave comes up to about Megatron's chin; I lost the screenshot I used. It's so convoluted, I know, but it's all I have, also, tiny universe, everyone is so small)
TFA Longarm/V1 - 15 feet 2 inches (Animated has no actual numbers, but the lovely @phoenix-inanis has provided a frankly astounding resource with their own calculations for the heights of all the TFA characters. Go look at it, it's wonderful -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)
Gen 1 - ~18 feet (TFWiki, uuuuh I've got nothing to add)
Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~18 feet (I have no source for this, other than assuming that because this design is identical to Gen 1, they are the same height. That's it, really)
Knight/Capel-Verse - ~18 feet (No source, and he never stands next to anyone I can measure him against, but because the TFOne director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon, I am assuming the height I figured out for TFOne applies to this universe as well. Until proven otherwise. Capel directed the ROTB movie if you're wondering why his name is there)
One - ~18 feet (No source, I got this number by comparing him to Optimus. Now, I am aware of the TFO heights listed on the wiki, but I reject those numbers on principal. A: Those numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon, so I have elected to use the few given heights we have from KCV and worked from there. My Optimus post has slightly more context if you want it)
Cyberverse - 20 feet (This comes from a screenshot of this video which has the Cyberverse height chart everyone uses, though the quality of the screenshot is iffy.)
Aligned Cont. WF/FOC/TFP - 26 feet 2 inches (This number comes from Fandom and I completely believe it, even if they don't list their source, because the entirety of this universe is freakishly tall. Go look at my other charts, all the ALC designs are monstrous compared to the others)
TFA V2 - 29 feet 11 inches (Once again, phoenix-inanis did a fuck ton of work, go look at it, it's wonderful -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)
Bayverse - ~30 feet (Ok, so I don't have a source for this one. There used to be one, BV Shockwave used to be listed as 40 feet tall bc of an article done to promote the movie, but that is no longer listed for reasons not known to me, and making some comparisons to Optimus, I have found them to be kinda close in height. It's very hard to actually validate any of this. Shockwave never stands normally next to anything I can use as a ruler at any point in the movie. He's always at a dramatic angle or partially covered by something in the shot. It's so violently frustrating. I am confident he is around this height though, I just can't figure out how much taller than Optimus he is)
And that's it. I didn't have to leave any designs out, all of them are included here (hopefully). It was so nice to work with a character where I wasn't drowning in 20+ designs across every goddamn universe.
#personal stuff#transformers height charts#aka the adventures of a mother fucker with the power point program#stare at his glorious rack across the multiverse#actually it's less of a rack and more of a shelf#maybe a cupboard#transformers#macaddam#macadam#shockwave#g1 shockwave#unicron trilogy shockblast#unicron trilogy laserwave#< i think it's funny that his normal name is split in half#tfa longarm#earthspark shockwave#wfc trilogy shockwave#knightverse shockwave#tf one shockwave#cyberverse shockwave#wfc shockwave#tfp shockwave#tfa shockwave#bayverse shockwave#there's only 12 what kind of paradise is this#this one was so blessedly simple to do after my meg and op ones#freakazoid continuity#bc the entirety of the aligned cont is so freakish I renamed it in my head
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Pup's Halloween
Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle x Child!Reader
Summary: The fourteenth of my Halloween-centric fics
Lucy loves her family.
Her parents. Her brother and sister. Her aunts and uncles and grandparents. All her cousins and everything in-between.
But she loves, most of all, this little family in Spain she has.
With Ona tucked under her arm in bed and the baby in their new bedroom just down the hall and the even more excitable child that she shares with Keira and Laura.
She loves Keira too, to an extent. Not that romantic love that surrounded them when you got adopted but still a deep love that comes with being co-parents to an excitable little girl that's up way too early to be healthy.
"Pup," Lucy groans, voice still thick with sleep and unbelievably groggy as she hears the familiar pitter-patter of feet on the carpeted floor," It's too early."
"No," You say," Mummy says when the clock says nine and five-zero. She says that's wakeup time."
"I'm not Mummy, Pup," Lucy reminds you," This isn't Mummy and Mama's house. It's Mum and Mami's house."
"With Baby Sibling, yes, I know. Still, wake up time. Pumpkin day."
Lucy's eyes crack open, lifting her head off the pillow and astounded by the way Ona's still fast asleep throughout this whole exchange.
"Why don't you just get into bed with us?" Lucy asks, weary and still heavy with sleep.
You point to the tv mounted on the wall. "Paw Patrol?"
"Mami's still asleep."
"I wake her."
Lucy fights back a groan. "No, Pup. We can watch Paw Patrol but it has to be low, alright? Mami deserves to sleep."
"Okay."
Lucy helps you into the middle of the bed, letting you drink from her water and turning on your favourite episode of Paw Patrol before you speak again.
"Baby Sibling awake too," You tell Lucy.
She screams into her pillow - her lay in well and truly forgotten.
By the time she gets back to the bedroom with the baby, you've successfully woken Ona who looks a little dazed and confused but happy nonetheless.
"And Mama take me climbing at rock wall with funny thing around my legs," You're telling Ona when Lucy comes back in.
"I told her not to wake you."
Ona laughs, bundling you closer as she raises her arms for the baby. "I have no problem being woken by Pup kisses."
You grin at her, showing off all your pearly whites before clambering over to Lucy to give her kisses too.
"Pumpkins now?"
"Later," Lucy corrects," Let's get through breakfast first."
The idea of pumpkin carving had originally been Keira's idea but it had only been in passing but you'd really taken to the idea, insisting that you actually get to do it with at least one of the couples.
At seeing the slight look of disgust on Laura's face at the idea of rummaging around in pumpkin guts, Ona offered up her and Lucy as the sacrifices.
Which is really the reason why Lucy's sat at her own kitchen table trying to dig a knife through the stubborn pumpkin sat in front of her.
The baby babbles happily in their highchair as Ona stands at the kitchen sink, supervising your hand washing.
"Do you need any help, Luce?" She asks.
"No!" Lucy insists," I've got this!"
She very much doesn't have this but Lucy isn't about to let a stupid pumpkin beat her.
Finally, after several desperate moments, she manages to cut through and breathes a sigh of relief as you come over, dressed in your puppy costume.
"Alright, Pup," Lucy says, hefting you up onto her lap," We're going to take this pen and draw what we want to cut out."
You take the pen, nodding seriously. "I draw puppy."
"No, Pup," Lucy says gently," It's Halloween. Remember those designs I showed you? Something like that."
Ona chuckles from her seat across the table with her own pumpkin.
"No," You say," I want puppy."
"I-"
"If she wants to draw a puppy then let her draw a puppy," Ona laughs," It'll make her happy."
"But I'm the one that has to cut it out."
"Then you'll make her happy," Ona says.
Lucy sighs again and you look up at her.
"Mum?"
"Alright, Pup," Lucy says," Let's find some pictures of a dogs on a pumpkin to get ideas, alright? Let's see if we can copy one down."
Ona, like Lucy predicted, finishes her pumpkin much quicker than you and her and you leave Lucy to cut out the picture in favour of watching Ona place a candle into her pumpkin, showing you the way it lights up the scary face she's cut out of it.
"Do you need any help?" Ona asks.
"No! I've got this!" Lucy insists as she gets through a particularly tricky curved area of your puppy drawing," I'm nearly done."
But it seems Lucy's version of nearly done is different to Ona's definition of nearly done because times passes and your baby sibling gets put to bed and you have your bath time.
"Mum," You call, toddling towards her in a different puppy onesie," Night-night."
"Night, Pup," Lucy says on autopilot, leaning down to drop a soft kiss to your crown," Sweet dreams."
"Sweet dreams!" You says back, slobbering all over Lucy's cheek in your own version of a night time kiss before hurrying back to Ona for your bedtime story and a glass of warm milk.
"Done!" Lucy announces, putting down her tools to triumphantly look around," I did it!"
"That's nice." Ona's head pops around the door frame. "But can you be a bit quieter? The kids are asleep."
#woso x reader#lucy bronze x reader#lucy bronze#ona batlle x reader#ona batlle#woso community#woso imagine#woso fanfics#woso
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Daryl Dixon x F!Reader Smut: Teasing will get you Somewhere
Gif found on Pinterest unknown credit
Warnings/Mentions: Blue balls, Dark/Rough!Daryl, sexual teasing (Daryl receiving) rough sex, spitting, choking, manhandling, biting, blood blisters, spanking, bruising, it might smell like dubcon but it's not
Summary: Reader wants to see Daryl at his breaking point, teasing and depriving him of release until he gets there.Â
Notes: I loved writing this so much. While trying to think of a plot for dark!Daryl I remembered this idea/prompt someone had like 5 years ago where the reader teases a guy until he cracks and just goes crazy. I think it was a fanfiction, but I looked through my bookmarks and ao3 history and couldn't find anything like this so if you know what I'm talking about please let me know!!
All you wanted from the start was to see Daryl snap. He was such an aggressive loudmouthed man, but not in the way you wanted him to be.Â
He'd started flirting with you to appease Merle, the man who'd instantly noticed how you swooned around Daryl. The younger Dixon didn't believe him, of course, but he approached you to avoid the harsh blows of Merle calling him a âbelly-up pussyâ along with more distasteful slurs.Â
His way of âflirtingâ was a lot like Merles at first. Offensive, inappropriate, you know the rest. You'd been patient enough to politely explain that you weren't like the type of women that would fuck Merle after he called them a 'sweet piece of Georgian ass', and he took the hint.Â
Daryl was shockingly sweet after that. He was less verbal after learning vulgar compliments weren't the way to go, but it turned out alright for you in the end. He began looking after you like you were his full responsibility. Making sure you were fed first, bringing home clothes specifically for you, along with any other treats he thought you might like.Â
It was great, aside from him never making a move on you. He gawked like you were an alien when you started dressing for his gaze, Bobby Brooks shorts, pretty tank tops, even shaving your legs once in a while. But he never made a move.Â
That simply wouldn't do.Â
It was late one night and you'd slipped into his tent.Â
âThe hell you doin'?â He cursed, wiping the sleep from his eyes as you zipped up the flap behind you.Â
âCan't sleep, Carl won't stop coughing.âÂ
You'd been sharing a tent with Lori and Carl ever since you arrived with T-Dog. It wasn't a complete lie, Carl was coughing up a storm, sick with some chest cold, but that wasn't the reason for your lack of sleep.
âI got some earplugs.â He sat up and began shifting through his bags.Â
âNo, it's okay. Can I crash here tonight?â You asked innocently, kicking off your casual flip flops that you saved for night time piss breaks or trips to get water.Â
Daryl tried hiding his surprise . The stutter in his voice gave him away. âUh, sure, I guess. Sâlong as ya dun snore.â
You behaved for an impressive amount of time. Lying in silence, not moving an inch, waiting for him to loosen up before quietly shifting backwards until your back was pressed up against his chest.Â
His heart felt seconds away from collapsing in on itself when he felt you. He'd popped a semi when you'd taken off that big T-shirt he'd given you, and now it was bordering on a full on erection.
You waited until you felt his body relax, which took longer than you originally estimated, and then wiggled your hips.Â
The reaction was immediate. He sucked in a breath through his nose and made this choking sound. He grabbed your hips, only for a split second before yanking his hands away like he'd been burned.Â
You wiggled again, pushing back until the feeling of the outline of his dick against your ass was ingrained into your memory.Â
It didn't take long to wear him down, not at all. He let out a strangled groan and rocked into you, his self restraint long since thrown out the window.
And then you stopped.
He nearly gasped at the loss of friction. The feeling was so devastating that it sobered him, and his cheeks burned with embarrassment.Â
âWha-â he panted. His fingers loosened their hold on your hips and twitched against the fabric of your pajama shorts. âWhy'd ya stah- stop?â
âI'm sleepy.â You said plainly, pulling the thin sheet up to your shoulders in emphasis.Â
Daryl caught his breath behind you, struggling to make sense of it all through his confusion and disappointment. He grumbled something that sounded like it held an attitude, though sadly that was the extent of his protests.Â
You needed more. You needed him to tear your clothes off and ravish you like the animal you knew he was. The Daryl that feverishly humped you like his life depended on it was cute, but you needed the Daryl that he was in his daily life.Â
The only way you could think of was to force it out of him, even if it did torture the poor man in the process.Â
You kept up the innocent teasing for a while. You took a break after Merle went missing, you knew your limits and his. You weren't a total selfish piece of shit. Only when you arrived at the farm and he began talking to you again did you resume your game of âteasing Daryl until he cracksâ.
âHow's it look?â You gave a cheeky smile as you turned in a circle with your hands on your hips.Â
You'd put on the pair of green cargo shorts he'd found you. They weren't very practical, holding only four pockets, which was less than normal cargo shorts, but they were scandalous. The fabric hugged your ass tight enough to look damn near pornographic.Â
âDidn't realize they were that tiny. Christ.â Daryl muttered with pink cheeks. âJusâ give âem ta Beth.Â
âOh god. Can you imagine her face? That girl is still wearing pants in late summer. Her daddy would kill me.â You snorted and turned back to face him. âI'm keeping these bad boys. The fabric is soft. Wanna feel?âÂ
âAlready felt em when I took em.â Despite his words, he set down his knife to free up his hands.Â
âGive me your hand.âÂ
The poor boy was so eager to feel you that he practically threw his hands in yours. When you placed his palms on the sides of your shorts he seemed to snap to life, dropping the nonchalant attitude to rub his thumbs over the fabric covering your hips and thighs.Â
You tried to keep the smug smirk off your face, and failed miserably. He was turning himself on just by touching the clothing that covered your pelvis.Â
Suddenly, you pulled away, feeling your heart lurch in your chest at the way his face dropped.
âThanks again. I've been needing new shorts.âÂ
âYeah. Uh-huh. S'nothin.â
It went on like that for a while.Â
One night you climbed into his tent again with the ruse of being cold, and he didn't mention the fact it was a warm seventy degrees that night. You were wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt and panties, and made sure to make Daryl aware of this when you slid your knee over his thigh.Â
Nothing happened that night either, nothing other than pretending to sleep while he palmed himself through his jeans.Â
Another time you put on those green cargo shorts and offered to tidy up his camp, an offer he was quick to accept just so he could watch you needlessly bend over to grab random objects to place somewhere else.Â
Once you even made out with him. Late at night in his tent, things got hot and heavy and you straddled him, wearing the same oversized T-shirt and panties, washed since then, of course.Â
He was nervous at first, you could tell by the way his hands trembled on their way up your sides. You kissed him slow and sweet, nothing too extreme, not until he pushed his hot tongue against your lips.Â
You let him in and groaned at the enthusiasm he showed. He kissed you like you were still teenagers, up in the loft of some barn hiding away from Daddy.Â
âShit.â He panted against your lips. He moved his hands down to your waist and pulled you down hard, groaning when he got that first taste of friction he so desperately craved.
âSlow down.â You breathed. Your body betrayed your words, your hips rolling down gentle and slow, just enough to feel the outline of his aching cock through your clothing.Â
âWhy?â He muttered before pressing another kiss against your lips. âWha's stoppinâ ya? I got condoms. Glenn's got the pill. S'fine.âÂ
You pulled up and away from his lips. He looked so pretty beneath you all desperate like that. It still wasn't what you wanted.Â
âI don't know, Daryl-â Your voice choked into a whine when he moved under you, the friction momentarily rendering you speechless.Â
âCan't ya feel what yer doinâ to me? Huh?â He snapped his hips again, forcing out another whine. âSâall for you. C'mon now.â
âNot here Daryl.â You tried to keep your voice level and firm. âNot in some tent where we have to be quick and quiet.âÂ
âLeâs go somewhere then. Anywhere ya want, don't care. Tell me. I'll take ya.âÂ
Truthfully, that almost made you give in. But it still wasn't the Daryl you wanted to experience. He was desperate, but not desperate enough.Â
âNot tonight, Daryl. It's too late and Shane's on watch. He'll have my ass if he catches us sneaking out.âÂ
Daryl growled in frustration, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. âWon't get caught.â
âYeah, sure. Let's just wait another night.â You pressed a kiss against his cheek, innocent enough, contrasting painfully with the way you ground down against him one last time before sliding off.
Part of you started doubting your plan. Daryl was too reluctant, too full of self doubt, too terrified at the aspect of losing whatever fun thing you had going on by pushing your limits. Even though you had no problem pushing his.Â
His patience amazed you. Any other man would've thrown you to the side after the first few times, or ignored your âwishesâ and dove right in. He didn't know that's what you wanted. You couldn't blame him.Â
How could you tell someone like Daryl âI want you to fuck me with enough desire and aggression to give a nun a heart attackâ? He'd been too gentle during foreplay, too submissive, you were beginning to think he was a virgin.Â
Maggie gave you a dress. You didn't know who it once belonged to, her or her sister, but it was one of the cutest things you'd ever laid eyes on. A pretty moss green that went right below your knees, laces up your stomach the same color as the dress, and thankfully, no sleeves.Â
The domestic look had Daryl in shambles. You looked like a farm wife from a damn magazine, it took everything he had in him not to fuck you behind the barn like he wanted.Â
He took you out that day. On a âfood supply runâ, as he called it. You weren't anyone's first pick for runs, which you understood, you were easily distracted. It was your biggest fault.
So when he asked you specifically, and you alone, you were barely able to contain your excitement.Â
The first place you stopped by was an old farmers corner store to pick up enough food so you didn't come back empty handed. A few canned goods, stale snacks and three cans of soda.Â
He left that in the back of the truck when the two of you stopped by a house. A very nice house, to your surprise.Â
âCan't believe this place hasn't been trashed.â You commented while rummaging through the kitchen. âNo more food, but there's some lighter fluid.â
âHm.â Daryl grunted. After securing the front door he found you still in the kitchen, chewing on a mouthful of gum.Â
You'd shoved about three long sticks in your mouth. âWant some?â
He eyed the gum wrapped in silver paper before taking it from your outstretched hand with a gruff thanks.Â
It was hard to focus on, his heart felt like it was in his throat, it was hard to swallow, and his jaw ached from his aggressive chewing. He'd done everything you wanted, got birth control; condoms and plan B. He found this nice house that same morning, almost immediately after seeing you walk outside in that dress. He even cleaned up the master bedroom for you, dusting off the sheets and beating the pillows, opening the windows to air out the room.Â
There was no way you could wave him off now.
Oh, but you found a way. It was a talent that needed to be fucking studied.Â
You were digging through the dresser in the upstairs bedroom when he approached you. You ignored the sound of the door shutting and locking behind him, pretending to be very interested in the contents of the bottom drawer.Â
His hands found your sides. Your skin tingled as he pulled you to your feet and pressed you against the dresser with his palm on your lower back.
He went to kissing the back of your neck. His lips were light and soft, contrasting the anxiety bubbling in his gut.Â
âHmm.â You hummed. He brushed your hair over your right shoulder and went back to kissing your neck, peppering them all the way to the point of your left shoulder.Â
âMissed ya'.â He muttered, pushing his hips forward to drive home his point.Â
You tried not to laugh with pity at the feeling. He was already hard? Poor thing.Â
âWe're supposed to be looking for food.â You chided playfully. You shifted your ass and earned a low grunt of appreciation for the friction.Â
âThen whyâre ya in the bedroom?â He challenged. When you didn't respond he smirked against the skin on your neck.Â
His hands didn't wait for permission. He bent his knees so he could grab the bottom of your dress, gathering it in his fists and pulling it up and over your ass. He sighed at the sight, you were wearing the type of panties he'd only ever seen on a clothing rack or behind a screen. Black soft fabric, tight and with lace around the hem, hugging your curves just right.Â
âDaryl, come on.â You chuckled, but made no attempt to move. âThey're gonna wonder where we went.â
He laughed, the sound dry and humorless. âDon't give a shit. They'll survive.âÂ
âAnd what is it you wanna do so bad that's more important than feeding our people, huh?â You mused, placing your palms on the dresser he was pushing you harder up against.Â
âAin't my people.â He quipped and ground into you, dying to make you feel how desperate he was for you.Â
You choked back a moan. âYou didn't answer my question.âÂ
âWant ya. Right here.â
âWant me to what?âÂ
Daryl sighed and released his hold on your dress to grip your waist. âWanna fuck ya nice anâ good. Make yâfeel what yâbeen missinâ.â
You groaned. Your grip on the dresser turned white-knuckled as he pushed against you again.Â
âYeah?â Your breath trembled past your open lips. âWhat else?â
Daryl pressed himself closer, until his mouth was right at your ear. âWanna feel what yaâ been keepinâ from me. Taste ya'. Shove my dick in that pretty lilâ mouth nâmake ya sorry.âÂ
His words had an obvious effect on you. Your knees trembled and your breathing was louder, more shallow.Â
But he still hadn't cracked.Â
The curiosity was eating you alive. You couldn't give in now, not when he was so fucking close. You turned to face him and gave a ghost of a smile, trying your best to look sympathetic.
âMaybe some other time.âÂ
His eyes widened and his eyebrows scrunched tightly together. His nostrils flared as his pupils darted over your face, looking frantically for the slightest sign telling him it was a joke. He looked hurt, confused, like you just slapped him in the face and called him a slur.
There it is.Â
âYou-â he choked out, âYâaint serious?âÂ
You forced a nod.Â
âWhy?â The way he raised his voice sent a bolt of pleasure through your core, and you had to fight back a whimper. âGot everythinâ ya needed. Went through the troubleâa findinâ this place, ain't gotta be quiet, ain't gotta worry âbout walkers or someone hearinâ, the hell else you want from me woman?âÂ
You couldn't stop yourself from whimpering. You bit your bottom lip and tried to steady your breathing, but when you stole a glance at his face and saw the expression held there your lungs shifted into overdrive.Â
He looked so fed up.Â
âWhat are you gonna do about it?â You whispered.Â
Daryl sneered in contempt. âThe hell can I do âbout it? Not gonna beg.â
You swallowed hard. You slowly shook your head, your chest rising and falling dramatically, your body still trapped between his arms, his hands on the dresser behind you.Â
âDon't want you to beg.âÂ
You pressed a hand between his legs and he let out a strangled groan, his elbows swaying as they threatened to give out. You flexed your fingers to massage his length, and pulled away.Â
His eyes shot open and just as quick his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you back to his bulge and nearly breaking your fingers in the process of shoving them down the waistband of his jeans.Â
After unbuckling his belt he was able to cram your hand down deeper, forcing you to feel him.Â
You gasped when your fingertips made contact. You didn't know a dick could get that hard. It felt just as firm as any other extremity.Â
âDaryl.â You let out a long sigh as you gave a half assed attempt to pull your hand out. His grip on your wrist tightened.Â
âHmm?â The teasing tone of his hum made your clit throb.Â
âWe can't-â You didn't get to finish your sentence before he scoffed and picked you up. Like actually picked you up in his arms, bridal style. He threw you on the plush bed where you bounced a few times, and dove into you.
âSâenough.â He muttered. He pulled your dress up over your waist and looped his fingers through the sides of your panties. You thought he'd hesitate, take a look at the expression on your face and back off, but he didn't. He tugged them down your legs and tossed them off the bed in a random location.Â
âAin't some pussy yaâ got on a leash.â His fingers snaked between your legs, beelining for your cunt. He groaned in surprise, his eyes rolling back at the feeling. You were beyond wet at this point, his aggression had your folds like a slip n slide with lube instead of water.Â
You bit back a moan. His fingers spread your folds, smearing your wetness around, his thumb pressing down against your clit.Â
âFuck!â You gasped. Your hips instinctively shifted to the side from the overwhelming sensation, but a firm grip on your waist quickly snatched you back.Â
âThink y'can do whatever the hell yaâ want, and I'll jusâ sit back anâ let yaâ?â He didn't give you time to answer. He pushed a finger inside you, and both of you hissed at the feeling. âFfuck. Shit ain't like that no more, princess.âÂ
Any other time you would've snapped at the insult, but his finger digging around inside you had your mind blank.Â
âWhaâs wrong? Huh?â He twisted his finger and you cried out. His voice was sickly sweet, something that should've pissed you off but only fueled your arousal. âGot nothin' to say?â His finger curled, a movement that held no thought behind it, though the way you gasped and arched your back had him repeating the action.Â
Then he started mocking you. âOh no, not now, it's not right, I'm not ready!â He scoffed in disgust. âLike yaâ a lot better when yaâaint speakinâ.âÂ
Oh, god. You should be fuming. You should be spitting venom right back at him, but this is everything you'd wanted from him. It was all going according to plan.Â
Maybe he knew that, or maybe he didn't. Either way he was behaving just as you'd imagined countless times, rough, mean, cruel and demanding.Â
âC'mon, try a little bit.â He growled after leaning down to bite at your open neck. âGo on. Tell me it ain't the time. Tell me.â
You were nothing but a puddle under him. Your hands became too restless and reached up to grab at him, balling your fists in the back of his shirt.
Never in your life had a man treated you like this. No matter how bad you teased and gave subliminal signals. They would either indulge in your teasing, respect your wishes and back off when told to, or kiss and plead until you relented.Â
Finally someone was fucking you like you had always wanted. Or, they were about to.Â
The knuckle of his thumb had been digging into your clit for a good minute now, and despite how uncomfortable it could feel at times, you came quickly.Â
You sucked in a sharp gasp and locked your legs around his waist, trying to pull his finger in deeper, or make his knuckle grind harder.Â
Daryl groaned into your neck as you came around his finger. His hips jerked forward and bumped against his hand between your thighs, knocking his digit in deeper. You yelped, not expecting such a sharp sensation during your warm and soft climax.Â
He withdrew his finger and you whined.Â
âSh-sh-sh.â You didn't think a hush could sound so condescending. âGot somethin' better. Gonna make you regret not takinâ it sooner.â
You said it before you could stop yourself. âYou don't have it in you.âÂ
His eyes flicked up to your face as he pulled his zipper down, a look on his face that sent chills across your bare legs.
There was slight amusement, slight relief, as if someone finally gave him permission to show off and prove himself. Lips parted into a breathy smirk, tongue peeking between his teeth, and one eyebrow raised.Â
Your eyes dropped to his pants when he pulled his cock free. It looked just as you imagined when you'd touched it only minutes ago, standing at full attention against his lower stomach.
You let out a sigh when you saw it reached his navel.Â
Daryl leaned down until he was level with your pussy. You heard it before you felt it, the sound of him spitting, and then warm drool dropping right on your sensitive clit.
You squealed in protest, trying to raise yourself on your elbows, but he stopped you with a hand on your chest. With his free hand he smeared his spit over your already soaking folds, even going as far as to push some inside you with his finger.Â
âEw!â You gasped.Â
You felt a tingle. Subtle at first, you just assumed it was the salinity of his saliva, and then more prominent. You were close to panicking until you saw the wad of white gum shoot out of his mouth, landing with a smack against the hardwood floor.Â
At least you knew the source of the tingling. You swallowed your own gum, the same way you'd completely forgotten about.
The skin around your cunt buzzed when he slapped the tip of his dick on your clit, and you squirmed beneath him. He steadied you with the same hand on your chest.Â
âWait.â You inhaled deeply. He didn't wait though, he just pushed into your clenched hole, ignoring your whines.
âSsss-shut up.â His voice trembled. He used his free hand to wrap around the base of his dick, holding it straight as he slowly pushed in further.Â
âY-you said you had condoms.âÂ
Daryl let out a loud groan as he sank into you. His right hand on your chest increased in pressure as more and more of his upper body weight bore down on it, forcing the air from your lungs.Â
He was so thick, and it had been years for you. The burn was incredible, in such a pleasurable way that you should've felt ashamed to enjoy. You tried to moan, but nothing came out aside from a strained breath.Â
âAin't nothin' gonna make me feel rubber insteadâa this.â He grunted. He rolled his hips forward and finally pulled his hand off your chest to roll the dress up and over your body.Â
âF-Fuck.â His whimper was strangled in his throat. Being completely naked under someone who was fully dressed had you clenching around him, earning another whimper from said man.Â
âShould feel âshamed, keepin' all this from me.âÂ
You didn't. Not one bit.Â
âBut I know ya'aint.âÂ
You furrowed your brows, momentarily stunned by his apparent mind reading abilities. He jerked his hips forward and your face fell slack, your jaw dropping and your eyelids falling shut.Â
His thrusts were harsh, but far too slow for you to get anywhere. You grabbed his shirt and used it to pull him down, desperate for more stimulation.Â
Daryl happily obliged. His breath was hot on your ear before he took the lobe between his lips, sucking and licking the flesh. You gasped as he bit down on it, and you could sense the smirk on his lips.Â
âDaryl?â You breathed, the name breaking on your tongue with another thrust.Â
âJesus.â He groaned, thoroughly annoyed. He released your ear and pulled back to look at you, frustration evident on his face. âWhat?â
âThought I was gonna regret it.â
Your words had his upper lip twitching and his eyes widening ever so slightly.Â
âYeah?â He huffed. âS'gonna be like that?â
He rose from your chest, shifting until he was sitting on his boots. His hands grabbed onto your hips and yanked you down on his dick, forcing a cry from your dry throat. It took him a few seconds to position himself, leaning back just a bit, his grip on your hips tight, and then he started fucking you in a ruthless pace.Â
It wasn't what you were expecting. Your mouth dropped into a long gape and your eyes shot open as he pounded his pelvis against yours, driving his dick so deep it reached places your fingers never had.Â
Each thrust had a gasp burning in your lungs, and those gasps quickly grew to embarrassing moans. Now that you were ashamed of. If you had the ability to stop it you could, but the way he was thrusting into you rendered you utterly unable to control yourself and the sounds you made.Â
âGet up.âÂ
You weren't sure why he even spoke, because he was moving your body by himself before you could process his command. He pulled you to the side of the bed and turned you over on your stomach, bending you over and shoving his dick back inside you so fast you shrieked.Â
Your feet flew up behind you, smacking against the back of his thighs. If you could've seen it you would've laughed.Â
The new angle was paralyzing. His dick was no longer tilted against the spot under your stomach, the spot that had you a drooling mess seconds ago. Now it smashed against a deeper part of you, a part that had you groaning with each frustration fueled thrust.Â
âFuck.â Daryl groaned, his pace slowing to give momentary reprieve. He wasn't as young as you, and even though he was always out there doing a hundred times more labor intensive activity, he needed a second to catch his breath.Â
There was still an itch yet to be scratched. While he regained his bearings you fought to think of a way to say it without actually saying âi want you to hurt me and fuck me till I cryâ. You'd already humiliated yourself enough.Â
When he began picking up the pace again, you reached for the hand beside your head and bit down on his knuckles. Not gently, either. You bit down so hard he could've ripped a tooth out with the way he yanked his hand away.
âThe fuck?â His voice was barely below a shout. âYaâ crazy bitch!âÂ
There was no retaliation besides a particularly forceful thrust, to your irritation.Â
âYou baby.â You managed to grunt out. âBarely bit you.âÂ
âBarley bi-â he scoffed, looking down at the hand he now had splayed across your lower back. There were deep pink imprints from your teeth over his index finger knuckle, and the skin around it turned a bright red.Â
You felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling your hand away from its grip on the bed sheets. Your heart hammered quicker than his thrusts when his breath tickled your skin, and then he bit you. In the same spot you bit him.
It wasn't nearly as hard as you bit him, but you still whimpered at the ache.Â
âPoint stands.âÂ
Daryl couldn't believe what he was hearing. His jaw set and he dropped your wrist.Â
The smug smirk you'd been keeping to yourself fell when your hair was suddenly twisted in the fist of his right hand. With just that leverage alone he pulled your upper body up, and his left arm snaked around your torso to keep you flush against his chest.Â
He yanked your head to the side. You gasped.Â
âThis what yaâ wanted, huh sweetheart?â He breathed against your ear and drew back until his dick nearly slipped out before slamming back in. Â
âMmm-oh god yes.â You blurted out between moans.Â
âJus' had to ask.â He managed a chuckle.Â
âMore.âÂ
He furrowed his brows, but kept up the slow and deep pace. He couldn't imagine what else he could give you. He was fucking you hard enough to bruise, he was pulling your hair, what, did you want him to start beating you?Â
He dipped his head down to bite your shoulder, holding back just enough so that he wouldn't give you an actual wound.Â
You have to consider that biting someone with enough force to actually break the skin takes a lot. Skin isn't like the flesh of a fruit. It's tough, and would require chewing to break through. So for him to stop right before that point meant he was biting you so hard you got blood blisters, and the pain was all you could focus on.Â
Your wail of genuine pain had him pulling back like he'd been shocked. His thrusts slowed, and through ragged breaths he spoke, âShit, m'sorry. M'so sorry.âÂ
âNo.â You gasped. Your shoulder felt like it was on fire, and your walls cleaned around him in response. âSo good. Feels so good.â
Daryl let out a huff in relief. âYaâ weird as shit, yanno that?âÂ
âMhmm.â You groaned, pressing your ass back tightly against him. âMore.âÂ
He took a deep breath to steady himself and pushed you back down on your stomach. He had to work himself up to it, the idea intimidating. Once his thrusts were back to their former sharp pace he raised a hand in the air.Â
You tilted your head to the side so your cheek was pressed against the blanket. When you saw his right hand held up, your heart leapt. You never nodded so quickly.Â
Daryl ground his teeth together, glancing down at your ass, your face, and back to your ass again before smacking his hand against it.Â
It was barely a love tap.Â
You groaned, wiggling your hips and earning a moan from him in response to the feeling on his dick.Â
He took the hint and gave another smack, harder, but still not giving that burn or satisfying âsmackâ sound you wanted.
âDaryl, please.â You whimpered. âHurt me. I'm not made of glass.âÂ
You barely got the last word out before he slapped you. Open handed, fingers spread and slightly curved to mold perfectly against your asscheek. You yelped and instinctively tried scooting up the bed, held back by his left hand on your hip.Â
It clicked in his head then. No wonder people liked spanking so much. His palm tingled and he could see a faint handprint start to color your skin. And the way you reacted, that sound you made, your body trying to get away from him, it made his dick twitch.Â
âFuck!â You cried out after another hard slap. The pain fully distracted you from the ache in your shoulder, white hot pain spreading across your ass and up your spine.Â
âSuch a baby.â He meant it to sound patronizing, but he was still too amazed by the new turn on he'd discovered, and the words came out breathless.Â
Your whimper bled into another cry as he spanked you again.Â
And again.Â
Again, again, until you were on the verge of tears, sobs bubbling from your wet lips as you tried to squirm away from him.Â
As if you actually wanted to. Which you clearly didn't. You were practically gushing around his dick.Â
He rubbed his palm over the deep red skin, barely soothing the blinding burn he'd left behind. âGoddamn.âÂ
âM'gonna cum.â You were literally drooling.Â
He snapped his attention away from your ass and back to you. âWhaddya want, huh?â He quickened his pace once again, jolting forward to press his body against your back. You whimpered at the way he moved, his dick pushing deeper inside you.Â
âMore, please,â you stuttered, trying desperately to work your hand under your body, which proved to be difficult due to his weight on top of you.Â
Daryl noticed and lifted your hips with his hands. He shoved your eager arm out of the way and rubbed your clit with his own fingers, fast and deep in a way he assumed you'd like.Â
You moaned under him, arching your back, feeling him slip in further. It was as if he grew another inch every five minutes. Or you grew another inch deeper, and he was staying the same. Either way he was deeper, and it felt immaculate.Â
The rise to your climax was slow, but powerful. You were fully prepared to gently tip over the edge and slide down in bliss.Â
That was before he slapped your pussy. Then you fell down gasping.Â
Daryl held onto your body like you were a wild mustang, trashing and twisting under him in ecstasy. He withdrew his hand and grabbed your hips again, resuming his brutal pace, clamping his teeth down on the back of your neck to keep your bodies anchored together.Â
It took a while for you to come down from your high. When you did it was violent, the pure bliss smashed away by burning overstimulation.Â
âFu-uck!â You heaved in deep breaths. âDaryl sâtoo much, can't, wait!â
âEver since that night yaâ came in my tent, blue ballinâ me like that,â he growled against your neck, â-been dreaminâ âbout havin yaâ like this. Fallinâ apart. Face fullâa tears. Ain't stoppin now.âÂ
He wasn't bluffing. He didn't stop. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, ramming into your abused cunt, only slowing to shift in positions so you were on your back.Â
The air felt amazing against your chest. Daryl ripped that feeling away with gnashing teeth, biting your hard nipples and alternating between sucking and pinching.
The house had to be surrounded by walkers by now. There was no way it wasn't, you were crying and moaning like you were getting paid for it.Â
âOh, god.â You wailed as another orgasm built up quicker than ever inside you. âOh please, fuck, god!â
A jolt of pleasure shot through your core when Daryl's hands wrapped around your throat.Â
Now, Daryl was no stranger to strangling someone. He'd choked plenty of people out before.
In fights.
He was unaware there was a different type of choking for pleasure. Instead of squeezing the sides of your throat with his thumb and fingers, he wrapped both hands around your neck and fucking strangled you.Â
You squeezed your eyes shut so tight they ached as you came. Your orgasm had started off blinding, overwhelming every inch of your body, but Daryl's crushing grip soon muted the tail end of your climax and filled your ears with a deafening ringing.Â
Daryl pulled his teeth off your nipple and panted against your ear. âLemme cum inside yaâ, sweetheart.â
You could barely process what he'd said. You forced your eyes open against the pressure induced burn, trying to find his face, only to see the side of his head.Â
âCan't pull out.â He growled and released some of the pressure around your throat. Oxygen and blood flooded your head, leaving you dizzy and with black around the edges of your vision.Â
âCan't, m'sorry. Oh, huh- fuck!â His voice was strained as every muscle in his body tensed up. His hips surged forward, stuffing his dick balls deep to coat the end of your walls in his cum. âMmm-fuck sâgood. So good. Ohhh, Hah-âÂ
He choked on his moan. He moved his head, replacing his hands around your neck with his mouth, kissing and biting at the tender skin as he spurted ropes of hot cum inside you.Â
Your body broiled under his crushing form. Your thighs relaxed from their clamped position, falling off his waist and dropping to the bed beneath you. Your lungs ached and your throat was raw, but your pussy buzzed so intently it felt like you had a vibrator pressed against it.Â
âOh, god.â The tone was full of dread and you forced yourself to focus on Daryl.Â
âWhat?â You croaked. There was a stabbing pain in your neck from Daryl choking you out like you were a man his size.Â
âYer all fucked up.â He whined. He traced his fingers across your throat. âSâbad. Oh fuck.â
âCalm down.â You sat upright after he pulled back enough for you to do so, his dick dragging out against your trembling walls in the process and making you hiss.
âIt's okay. I'll just tell em a walker got the jump on me. We've all seen them grab throats. It's fine.â You pressed a kiss to his worried lips.Â
âGonna tell em a walker did that too?â He pointed an exhausted finger at the bite mark on your shoulder, which was now in the early stages of a deep bruise, not to mention the blood blister in the shape of his teeth.
You laughed softly. âFuck no. I'll just skip the tank tops for a week or two.â
That seemed to settle him enough and he nodded, moving to lay on his back.Â
âThat was amazing.â You broke the long silence. âSeriously. You're the first man to ever⊠you know.â
Daryl furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at you. âHuh? YâneverâŠ?â
âNo! I meanâŠâ you sighed. âNever had a man make me come.â
Now he was at full attention, sitting upright and leaning back on his palms. âNah, no shit.â
âI'm serious.â
He let out a light scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. âJesus.â He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched you climb off the bed to grab your thrown panties. âMe too.â
You glanced over your shoulder as you stepped into them. âReally? You neverâŠ?â
He nodded, going back to biting his cheek.Â
âHow'd you last so fucking long?â
A cocky grin crept across his lips at the compliment behind your words. He was worried he didn't last long enough. And you just asked him how he held on so long.
âJerked off like, ten fuckinâ times today.âÂ
That meant he knew he was going to fuck you today. Heat spread through your core again, despite how worn out you were. You smiled and climbed back on the bed to smother him with kisses.Â
âYou're so fucking hot.â You mumbled against his lips, which were moving weakly against your own.Â
âSays the bitch that wouldn't fuck me.â He chuckled.Â
âJust wanted you to make the decision for me. It's a lot hotter that way.â You hummed, pulling your swollen lips away from his. âIt worked.âÂ
âPsh.â He rolled his eyes and began stuffing his soft cock back in his jeans. âPut yer clothes on. Place is probably crawlin' with walkers. Leâs get the hell outta dodge before anymore show up.â
Now that Daryl was in on your little game, you couldn't wait to play again.Â
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