#and the only thing you could think is. oh the iof are back? where is my brother? where is my father? i hope they are safe

[bisan-is-trying]

There is nothing my heart craves more at this mentally draining time than genuine happiness. Please. I will take anything.

[crumb]

please tell me you guys watched that video Noah Schnapp put out trying to backtrack and save his pathetic career. Please listen very carefully to the language and words he uses. He's choosing his wording VERY carefully in order to save his career and try to pacify those who support Palestine without actually denouncing genocide or zionism. "I feel my thoughts and beliefs have been so far misconstrued..." babe you were yelling from ig post to ig post about being pro israel, calling Palestinians terrorists, and being a proud zionist. How has that been misconstrued?? "I only want peace and safety and security for all innocent people affected by this conflict" He makes sure to use the qualifier 'innocent' several times in the video when referring to Palestinians, victims of a genocide not a conflict. But as we know, zionists don't see Palestinians as innocent so who is he talking about? This kind of tentative language helps him try to appear like he actually cares about Palestine while still condemning hamas without addressing the actual root of the issue—israel and the IOF. "We all hope for the same things..." Do we? You're a zionist. Zionism is settler colonialism and based in white supremacy. Please be more specific on what you hope for. "...That being, those innocent people being held hostage in Gaza be returned to their families. And equally hope for an end to the loss of innocent life in Palestine..." Zionists LOVE to go on and on about the hostages without mentioning the very real danger those hostages face from israel and the IOF bombs themselves. Israel is carpet bombing Palestine indiscriminately when they very much have the tech to make extremely detailed and targeted attacks. Did you see the way they targeted the specific apartment unit in Lebanon? In Gaza they're wiping out whole city blocks. Israel and the IOF don't actually care about the hostages. If they did they wouldn't be razing Gaza and boasting about their plans to use the land for beach condos. If israel and the IOF actually cared about israelis, why are they basically using the Hannibal Directive? Especially at the music festival on October 7th where the IOF killed a number of their own civilians. If israel cared about the hostages, why aren't they willing to release the hundreds of Palestinian hostages they have who are being jailed illegally and without charges? 'oh but they did! They released some during the pause so they could get hamas to release some israeli hostages' yeah and then the IOF rounded up and captured more Palestinians than they released that very same day. "...I think anyone with any ounce of humanity would hope for an end to the hostility on both sides. I stand against any killing of any innocent people" Once again with the manipulative qualifiers 'both sides' and 'innocent people'. How can you expect an occupied people who have been living through apartheid and genocide for 75 years to not eventually fight back? To not understand why October 7th happened you have to be either completely uneducated about even the most basic history of Palestine and/or so deeply entrenched in propaganda and denial that it doesn't even matter if you do know about the history because you truly believe you deserve an ethnostate on a piece of land that has inhabited several diverse groups over thousands of years. It was never a land of 1 singular homogeneous group. To want it to be that, is actually insane.

[halalgirlmeg]

Battle of the Hijabs (Under read more because this got longer than I thought and I started ranting about why representation in media fucking sucks atp and why the TV show Quantico is the worst):

Coming in at number 1, getting the gold: LITERALLY ALL THE HIJABIS IN WE ARE LADY PARTS like the variation in hijabs alone is so beautiful I love it, iykyk, Stream Bashir with the Good Beard. Like very real to life with different styles and personalities, don't you just love when shows actually treat hijabis as real human beings

All the hijabis from every version of Skam (except Italy fuck you)

Goldie is like next bc the actress isn't a hijabi but like I feel like they depicted being a hijabi really well for the most part like with her thinking she wanted to take it off and realizing everything about herself was nice it was very complex and well done imo

Qadri's next cause tbh I liked her style and the fact that she wore al Amira hijabs. I know everyone's like oh those are for little girls or they're ugly but tbh it makes sense bc I feel like being that she's training to be a surgeon and it is very convenient cause who's trying to be calling a code and fight with some chiffon or jersey material?? Not me! (They lose points for that one scene cause you mean to tell me she's only going to use her hijab to stop the bleeding and nothing else?? Come again?? She's in a hospital!!)

Next is Adina from The Bold Type, tbh idk how to feel cause she's a lesbian and played by Nikhol Boosheri and I was excited at the time but tbh some of her choices def had me scratching my head and I feel like they could've did a bit more to showcase her identity ykwim

Marjan from 911 Lone Star cause bro what the hell was the praying scene, did y'all talk to one Muslim? Download the Learning to Pray app on your phone I'll send you a link like be SO FR, then them saying her masjid kicked her out bc her hijab accidentally came off (which happens so much in television) like...again did you talk to anyone, I could see backlash yes but I just *sigh* again which Muslims did you talk to like idk about y'all but a stiff tug or strong wind has tested my hijab before like it happens, we cover back up and move on

Bottom 2 but not thee bottom, Nadia from Elite (hear me out cause the bottom of the list will make sense) obviously its so low because she wore hijab and they had some decent commentary at first, and then removed her hijab, and for Guzman ol racist crusty lip ass like, this who you risking it all for??? GIRL??? Like if Vic Mensa asked to see my hair I'd let him see that and much else (I'M KIDDING, I'd marry him first ok, astaghfirullah) no fr like but it's even that like they made it that she's more confident without her hijab people like her more, like it's obviously same old song like hijab is removed and suddenly liberation like they could've showed it in a more tasteful way if they wanted to but what did I expect from Europeans esp Spaniards like

And coming in Dead Last Raina Amin, tbh girl its not even about you...WHO WROTE THIS. Cause I watched it back in the day cause you know representation but like *pauses before I sip my coffee* hold tf on. Like where to even begin, the cop propaganda? What do you have to prove, cause they tried to get me i would've been like get tf off my porch. Like and the FBI? How did they even recruit the twins? The government watchlist? Blair Imani slid up in the masjid to snitch? I mean, what the hell? And this show had so much talent to be so extremely questionable (and that is putting it mildly). But we're discussing the twins rn. Raina specifically. So it doesn't even stop there. Like so much was wrong, so you mean to tell me she's in love with a man who used to be an IOF soldier, who helped them actively target Palestinian women for God knows what (the show implied certain things), like WTF is this, like everyone wants to talk about her removing her hijab and kissing him but like we have bigger fish to fry, that is like at the bottom of the problem list. Like did we see the man they put her with and she still loved him later EYE. And then two more things and then I'll shut up. Okay so they were working for the Government to infiltrate terrorist cells whatever bc they were going to attack American soil. No mention of how terrorist groups like the ones they're depicting mostly target minority sect Muslims and lead to their deaths that usually go unnoticed by anyone who is not them, Iran and Nigeria, if I remember correctly are where a lot of the casualties are from. I hate propaganda cause its the same old shit like we really pushing the agenda huh? And hijab removal scene again worst part cause you know what I hated after this other stuff cause red flags with major red lights and a bullhorn. But there was something where they had to change their look because their twins but like as one person but one is a hijabi, the other is not. So they were like we have to find a middle ground, someone who's easily targeted because they're muslim but also loose (I'm paraphrasing but you see what I'm saying?) Like fuck y'all. Fuck whoever wrote this. Like from head to toe Quantico is like an absolute clusterfuck of everything terrible people do with hijab characters (not to mention the rest of the cast but that would be even longer) but dead last because like maybe some of the others on this list at least tried if they're not terribly misguided but this depiction is like dangerous, it's a reminder why we don't just get all our info from TV and other fictional narratives, we talk to real people and we learn real things because this is absolute bullshit to say the least

[yaminerua]

That little girl who called the Palestinian Red Crescent begging to be rescued while stuck in a car with her recently killed family members and surrounded by Israeli tanks and guns is so heartbreaking. It’s so awful and it’s just one of the more public examples of this kind of horrific thing that’s happening every day at the hands of the IOF

Her teenage older sister literally died on call to the Red Crescent. You can hear gunfire and screaming on the phone recording and then that’s it… and when they called the number back little Hind answered and stayed on the phone for hours begging to be rescued.

they sent an ambulance out to retrieve her, tried to coordinate with the IOF to grant them access to the area to get her and then no-one heard or saw anything more of them for days

and now they found the ambulance absolutely wrecked. Utterly blown up. And it was found only metres away from the car where Hind would have been waiting to be rescued. And she too was found dead.

The IOF doesn’t give a fuck. How are you gonna say a 7 year old girl deserved to die stuck in a car after watching her family members be killed and after she had begged to be rescued? You can’t keep slinging Hamas around as an excuse. How are little kids ‘terrorists’? You can’t justify this! War crimes left right and centre and they can just keep doing it.

How can our own governments look at this shit and continue to excuse it? To twiddle their thumbs and say oh it’s a complicated conflict. It’s a fucking genocide.

there was an installation on a beach down in England recently that was sets of children’s clothing lined up one after another along the beach, one set of clothing for each child killed up to that point and it stretched 5km down the beach. 5 fucking kilometres.

5 kilometres of dead children’s bodies. And if you added the rest of the dead it would stretch on even further. The drone footage panning along the clothes and zooming out and speeding up and flying further and further down the beach is horrifying. Every time you think it’s reached the end it keeps going. More and more clothes, more and more dead. It visually represents the true scale of this massacre more than numbers alone can.

And now with over a million crammed in Rafah in the very south, after being continuously pushed there, there’s nowhere left to go. It’s try to leave Gaza through the one exit at the border with Egypt or stay and face destruction. There are no safe places. Khan Younis was supposed to be safe then they bombed that. Rafah was supposed to be safe. Now they’re bombing that.

The IOF shoots them if they try to retrieve water or food, it opens fire on people clamouring for aid, it blasts water and aid trucks…

A deal to return the hostages and remains in exchange for captured Palestinians and the promise of a ceasefire is offered and Netanyahu says no, they’ll keep going until absolute victory, and then official Israeli social media keep going on about demanding the return of the hostages. Meanwhile Israel keeps accidentally killing those same hostages in Gaza as it goes about flattening it.

this shit is a genocide, cold and stark and terrifyingly blatant and the fact that the governments who have the potential to stop this from continuing, who could have stopped it early and prevented so much death, are still funding this shit whilst cutting off funding to the UNRWA humanitarian aid organisation based on claims that Israel has offered no evidence for….

Just. What the fuck. What the fuck…

[songmingisthighs]

Oh I have been seeing that! Anti-semitism is for sure increasing in some areas, and I can't say that Jewish people are not justified for that fear given their history of oppression and hatred against them, I'm pretty sure everyone has seen people inside the pro Palestinian movement, making antisemitic comments, disguised as support for the victims of isrl... (calling not the IOF soldiers, but the Jewish people as a whole, descendants of the devil and what not, is unnerving) but that is also not a common stance between the movement.

Those feelings and doubts from Jewish people are obviously valid, although, they are NOT more urgent or important that the suffering and urgency of the Palestinian people (and that goes especially to those who use their fear as an argument in every discussion, as a way of adverting the attention from the genocide in palestine, or to avoid recognizing the lies and crimes of the state or Israel and its allies)

It can and will sound bad, but they are not the victims in this conflict, empathy and understanding can be given for sure, but not as a way of ignoring or minimizing the ongoing tragedy in and out of gaza/the west bank, where people are suffering a genocide and are being stripped off of their identity and culture. An example of that is the 'from the river to the sea' chant, just as you mentioned (and keeping in mind the infinity of claims the media in your country can be saying about it) it has been tainted by politicians and general citizens as an antisemitic chant, an attack against jews, a call for violence, and so much more, but ever since the Palestinian liberation forces created it in the 1960's it hasn't, not even by Israeli people who were well aware of its existence and meaning, been interpreted as a genocidal chant, not until now that they are losing the media credibility and support.

For different parts of the movement and outside of it, the chant advocates for the libertarian of Palestine, not as an attack against jews, but the apartheid state they suffer in Israel, and it's creation in itself, which caused the massive displacement and murdering of a great part of their population, and for those who could remain in their land, the inability to vote, have basic human rights, the freedom to cross certain parts of the territory, the uncertainty of someone else just evicting them from their homes, and consistent violence against them, having as the primary example the current genocide and ethnic cleansing in Gaza and the west bank

I'm sure you already know most of this, but I'm just saying it to assure you that using and standing with the chant 'from the river to the see' does not make you or anyone else antisemitic, not as long as people have the ability to recognize jews and zionism apart

Also sorry if any part of this ask felt rude, or feels confusing, I would love to keep discussing about this if it's something you're up to

no no it's not rude. i'm actually glad we can have a discussion like this rather than misunderstanding and ended up accusing each other of smth

tw : controversial topic

i totally get it though like the original intention and from my side, i hate how the situation became due to extremist or uneducated "supporters" who in support of palestine and palestinian ended up being antisemitic like i saw blue haired libs outrightly telling jews in general that they don't deserve their freedom even jewish americans who had nothing to do with the situation in the middle east

and coming back to the issue of brand boycott, i think it's ridiculous that people can't differentiate between not being able to make a political standing and supporting genocide. "bEiNG SiLEnT = SupPORtiNg gEnOCiDe" is a ridiculous precedent because people who support this idea are not putting things into context. I don't see this backlash towards japanese or chinese idols, only korean idols. why ? because western fans (esp americans) put KOREAN idols in the same category as them. i think kpop should be separated from politics bc it's just gross. if you don't like what they're doing, you're welcome to have an opinion but you're not entitled to demand anything. you can even leave the fandom and stop supporting the artists, it's entirely your decision.(the you is not you, anon, it's just people in general ig) like who are you to control how people act or behave because you don't agree with it ?

the way people act, demanding kq to release a statement and demanding certain photos be taken down is kind of facistic cencorship adjacent. "I don't like the message i assume you're supporting and because of that and because the rest of us agree on an idea, you must adhere to it and do what we want" like it's so gross how entitled these people are

and again, it seem like they're erasing hongjoong's philantropical activities just because he posed with a starbucks cup (it's not even a sponsorship), calling him a sellout and acting as if he's leading charge in an anti palestinian campaign which is so not the case. literally people are using this situation to cancel and boycott idols, they don't really care about what the boycott stands for, they just want to hate and that's more disgusting than posing with a starbucks cup

[gaykey]

i thought nothing could hurt me the way ep4 of itsay hurt me but then ep4 of ipytm happened. The fact that oh aew even tried to get past the kiss and the things he read on the log diary... how he kept following teh’s gaze when he was always looking for jai... when he hit teh with the fucking bouquet!!!!!!!!! He was so devastated and so was i, honestly. It was humiliating to witness, painful to watch, how teh acted like he wasn’t even there, too wrapped up in his own infatuation with jai to care about anything else around him. I honestly have 0% simpathy for teh, he deserved jai’s reality check and to feel like a miserable shit for what he did to oh aew. The fact he’s so quick to move on and accept his management suggestion to delete his coupley photos is just the proof he’s an immature self centered asshole who has no business being in a relationship with someone as committed as Oh Aew. Now i just hope Oh Aew finds someone better (Q? Bas?) and rubs it in his stupid face 😤 fuck im mad mad 😭

itsay anon, i was waiting for you to watch this week's ep!

yeah, 100% same for me.

during the karaoke scene, i literally had to cover my eyes, because it hurt so much. the audacity of teh! humiliating oh aew right there, in front of everyone. BLATANTLY gazing at another man, that's his bf caught him kissing, whilst he's singing a love song, with his boyfriend.

like oh aew said, does he think he's stupid? that he won't notice what's happening? and this was after oh aew forgave him for the kiss (after jai, the absolute arsehole, tried to gaslight oh aew and be like 'it was just workshop' i mean, it was, at we later found out, because jai's a manipulative prick, but, he knew what teh thought it was!)

my phone keeps autocorrecting 'jai' to 'jail' and it's so right for that.

but god, the way the sound cut, and camera turned to oh aew's crying face, oh man.

and then, the break up scene.

we knew it was coming, but, i still was not prepared for the hurt.

i do feel a bit sorry for teh, i can't help it, especially with the way he was crying and clinging to oh aew, but he's just, so STUPID.

and he knew it too after, when he was talking to his roommate, and realised that oh aew, was not only his partner, but literally the best friend he's ever had. and now he's fucked it.

i want oh aew to find someone else, and i love Q, but i love the sweet friendship dynamic of the group more, so i'm prefer if they kept their platonic relationship.

god, that scene where they're all cuddling oh made me tear up. one of the best queer friend groups i've ever seen portrayed in a show tbh

and though i'd love to see bas return, i want oh aew to find someone entirely new. i want him to be spoiled and shown that he is more than worthy iof being loved. shown that he's hot, and sweet, and devoted and kind-

basically i want him to have his pick of hot guys lmao

once again, teh is stupid.

he's just gonna go along whatever these management people tell him because he's selfish, and so fixated on his dream if being an actor.

i fear shit will hit the fan for him even more.

at this point, i wouldn't even mind if they didn't even get back together.

it would be a way more impactful ending i think.

people grow and mature, and drift apart. things change. people change. sometimes relationships don't work out, even if you do love each other. life gets in the way. right person, wrong time. that kind of thing.

this show man.......

[kimyoonmiauthor]

How do you know an idea is good?

People ask: Where do you get your ideas. But the real question they want to ask, is how do you get your concepts so quickly? How does this creativity work?

New writers worry about getting new ideas. This post will cover that so you don't end up stealing some other writer's ideas and then get someone really upset at you.

1. You've spent your life reading widely EVERYTHING.

That means you've been reading cereal boxes, foreign media, watching and analyzing foreign commercials. You've read different demographics and genres within and from outside of your genre. You have a good grasp on the history of your genre and others like and dissimilar to it. You've consumed media that was terrible just to analyze it. Sometimes something you hate but others love. Consume nonfiction too. You should know about clown fish changing their sex, for example.

I say Akira Kurosawa and you say, yawn--I saw that ages ago--influenced sword fighting movies and is Jo Ha Kyo. I say, hey-- Miyazaki... you go meh, Kishotenketsu using environmental issues. I say but do you know the return element of Parasite. Oh that's nothing, you should see the drama Greatest Marriage. Ah, but have you seen Star Wars Holiday Special for one of the worst movies ever. No Duh... Grandfather Wookie in his chair?

2. 90% unfamiliar 10% familiar.

That's the rule. So two things people know. Then mix them to be unfamiliar as possible. This is creativity.

The argument for this goes... say you've seen someone you recognize, but you don't know why you recognize them. You can't retrieve their name. They are out of context. This psychologically is more likely to bother you more than anything else.

3. Personal enough to you that you will be invested in it.

Make the idea so unique and so you and take so much research that no one else sane will be able to pull it off the same way you do even if you give up that 10% familiar bit they won't want to do it.

This rule comes from comedy: In the specific there is the general, but if you try to hit the general, you please no one. If you are specific to issues you know and care about you can reach everyone. (Shorter version of this could really replace the “Write what you know” rule which is poorly written.

4. Between two unrelated things and make them related and argue for it.

This is one way that authors get ideas and why showers, walks and dreams work so well. It's association games. The space between whatever someone hasn't done and isn't on the market, but looks familiar is usually a good idea.

You can steal this idea: I want Edward and Jacob in a gay romance story with Bella as the Fujoshi where they go to off-Broadway musicals together. Extra points for a sparkling vampire wolf cub and a mystery inserted. Two unrelated things: vampires. Werewolves. Make them gay and in love with each other. And then Bella is the third wheel. People wanted to steal my lesser ideas. But not this one? C'mon writes itself.

5. The obvious idea everyone hasn't done yet but you can do better.

Everyone on the market is doing vampires. But you want to do Japanese vampire lore. Or everyone is clamoring for dragons--then where are the wyvern? The direction others don’t take, but seem obvious--take that one. Steal lines from other authors should have taken.

Notes about etiquette:

While it's not "illegal" to take another writer's idea, the least you can do is give them credit for said idea and keep track of where your ideas came from. Don't steal their entire system, their plotline, their hook and then congratulate yourself. It's going to catch up to you. You're going to run dry and people will full on resent you for it. If they can connect you back to posts they made trying to get input on their ideas, then they will air their grievances to the public and you'll look like an uncreative hack and feel like one. ‘cause deep down you know you stole from someone else.

If you want an idea these are the basics you should follow:

- Ask them first. Also take the no and be upfront how much of the idea you would like to take, words, phrases, etc.

- Record and GIVE THEM EFFING CREDIT. Ask if and how they want credit. In the acknowledgements? Do it. If they don't want credit, you can anonymize them and still not take credit for the idea. It's not yours.

- Make sure the person is published before you are with that idea iof they have not discarded it.

- If it's an old idea, ask them about the idea first and see if they've abandoned it or not. Let them know your intentions.

- Don't be a leech. Learn to be creative. If not, there are other jobs in publishing for you.

It's better to take an idea from an writer that's published so they get the credit for it because sometimes their idea is more complex than your shallow facsimile and if you had let them finish their research, you could have benefited the community as a whole in the first place. Besides, you didn't spawn it people will feel the difference. (Magic Kingdom Sold, I'm looking at you.) I share only 10% of my ideas usually. And believe me, being undercut without being paid isn't fun. People will forever remember you're a hack and you’ll also feel that imposter syndrome forever and I think you deserve to feel it. You can do better.

[ashes-and-ashes]

Zombies

Remus scowled at the sky. The sun hurt his eyes, turning everything a striking, harsh white, a sun-bleached bone in the middle of the desert. The air was thick and full of dust; Remus coughed into his sleeve as they created the hill.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “Everything’s really gone to shits hasn’t it?”

James didn’t bother replying.

Remus shook his head, hitching his pack farther up on his already aching shoulders. It was falling apart, the leather worn and shiny, the stitching coming apart at the seams. They had crammed it with everything they could get; a filthy sleeping bag, a water bottle, as many cans as they could find. He had slid a knife through his belt, another one in his tattered hiking boots, the metal cool against his skin. Everyone had used Guns, in the early days of the Virus, had used guns and bullets and bombs. The days had stretched on, though. Pretty much everything was gone now, and those who had bullets wouldn’t waste it on a Zombie.

They weren’t supposed to call them that, zombies. Technically, they were referred to as the Infected. Before humans Fell, there was a death penalty for referring to them as anything different, as the governments fought to retain control of their panicking nations.

Remus shook his head again. He found himself doing it more often, caught in the tangled web of his memories, the dream-like haze of Before and the grim reality of Now. There wasn’t much to do anyways, besides walk and sleep and occasional fight against a couple of Zombies.

They had gotten lucky, him and Peter and James. They had dropped everything, ran away from the city the second the Virus had struck, all the screams and blood and burning buildings. They had been walking now, for years it seemed, hiding from humans and killing zombies and hoping that they could make it just one more day, please one more day.

Remus growls under his breath. His shoulder hurt - everything hurt actually. They had heard from others that the zombies were moving deeper into the forests, in search of the few humans who were left. They had immediately decided to head south, towards the acrid plains where there were next to no settlements, only ghost towns remaining.

He regretted it now, though, the dusty dirt and the relentless sun. His bottle was almost empty - they had filled it up at a river almost 2 days ago and hadn’t found anything since. Their food was almost gone as well, empty cans the only thing left.

Peter coughed from behind them. The massive axe strapped to his pack gleamed in the harsh light, metal and wood and leather. “We need to restock.”

“Really,” James snapped. He roughly raked his hands through his hair - it was matted, falling almost to his cheekbones, so different from the gelled spikes he used to wear so long ago. “Well fuck. There goes my plans. I wanted to have a goddamn tea party.”

Peter ignored him. They all were stressed, about the water and the food, the zombies and the desert and that haunting feeling that they were running out of time. He had changed too - they all had changed, though Peter had perhaps changed the most dramatically. The awkwardness had vanished, the soft hesitation and the warmth. The world had sucked him dry - sucked them all dry, whittling their edges until they became blades.

It was the one thing you needed, to survive in this world. The ability to keep on going, keep on walking, leave behind everything and anyone. The only people they could trust was each other, and even then their loyalty was limited. They had all made a pact, the instant it became clear that this Virus was not a fluke, that the world was fucked and they were all living on borrowed time.

If I become Infected, kill me. If I’m injured, leave me behind. Prioritize yourself over me.

Was it selfishness? Remus didn’t know. He would leave James or Peter in a heartbeat if one of them got injured, got bitten. He knew they’d do the same with him.

With a slight effort, Remus shoved the thought out of his head. He focused on putting one foot in front iof the other, head pounding slightly as he made it to the top of the hill. With a sigh, he slung the pack off his shoulders, plopping down onto the ground.

“Oh God,” he said. “It’s a fucking ghost town.”

Remus stared at the houses, the broken windows and the caved-in roofs, the cobblestone roads dusty and cracked. The sun had bleached all the colour from it, turning everything into various shades of white, the shadows stretching out across the ground.

James shook his head. “I feel like I’m in a fucking video game.”

“Zombie jump scares,” Remus agreed. “We go in there, we get jumped by a bloody corpse.”

He shivered. There was an air of abandonment to the place, written in every cracked piece of wood, every darkened window. It was like it had been preserved, as if the town had been encased in amber and left to dry in the acrid sun.

James let out a long side. “We shouldn’t risk it,” he muttered. “We’re screwed if we go in.”

Peter held up his water bottle. “We’re empty. We’d last another day, tops. We won’t reach the mountains for another 2 days at least.”

“There’s a pump,” Remus pointed out; he could just make out the slender faucet in the middle of a desecrated square. “And a well I think? Right there.”

“I don’t like it though,” James said. “This is practically the perfect spot for zombies. An abandoned ghost town? How stereotypical can we get?”

“Place’s been abandoned for a while,” Peter pointed out. “You can tell - the houses are old, and they’re not wired for electricity. And that mural on the wall - you can just barely make out the numbers 1952.”

James bit his lip. He stared at the empty water bottle in Peter’s hand, then at the empty town. “It’s only around noon,” he finally said. “We get in. We get out. Stay together.”

“People?” Remus asked.

“Don’t kill them. Try and knock them out.”

Remus nodded. “Sure.”

They carefully picked their way down the slope, trying to ignore the rocks digging into their knees. The ghost town was abolutely silent; they could hear the buzz of insects, the scuttling of mice between floorboards.

What’s the place called, James mouthed; they had become good at reading each other’s lips over the years, a skill born out of the need to stay silent when zombies were hunting them.

Hogsmeade, Peter mouthed back.

The fuck?

Remus just pointed to a sign, swinging down from the roof of a long-collapsed store. Hogsmeade Market it read, the words faded and rotted away. James rolled his eyes and looked away.

He felt Peter’s hands close around his wrist, his grip tight and demanding. Look.

Remus obeyed, following his finger to the small trail of smoke in the sky. He glanced over at James; the grim expression on his face let him know that JMes saw it too. Check it out?

James hesitated, then nodded. He fingered the short, heavy blade at his side - they knew how to take care of themselves, though that didn’t stop them from avoiding fights. They needed food though, badly - they had been living off a combination of mice-and-dandelion soup with half a tin of expired beans for the past few days and Remus knew he would starve if they didn’t find anything here.

They followed the smoke, the trail a streak of grey in the sky. It lead to a small hut, the roof caved in and windows dark - they could smell the flames though, heat the crackle of burning wood. Slowly, James eased the door open.

And Remus froze.

Suddenly he was 11 again, attending Hogwarts School, terrified out of his wits on his first day. He was 12, with 3 boys he knew he would die to protect. He was 14, kissing a boy he had loved for ages. He was 15, screaming as they left, ran from the city as the Infected razed it to the ground.

The boy was beautiful, the first truely beautful thing he had seen for god knew how long. He hadn’t seen another human in what felt like years, hadn’t seen anyone but James and Peter. The boy was beautful though, the way a knife was beautiful, sharp edges and worn bits and eyes that glinted like sharpened steel.

He laughed, the sound low and vicious. “Small world, isn’t it.”

James stepped forward; he was angling his body, Remus realized, trying to shield Remus from him. His sword rested casually in his arm; for the first time Remus noticed the bow leaning against the peeking wall. “Look, I’m - “

“Sorry?” The boy smirked. “For what? Leaving without me.”

James flinched. “I - “

“I waited,” the boy interrupted, “For 5 fucking hours. 5 Goddamn hours. But you were gone, weren’t you? You left me.”

“We didn’t mean to,” Peter cut in. “You were late - “

“I was preoccupied,” the boy said flatly, “by my bitch of a parents.”

Remus swallowed, hard. He remembers that night, James dragging him away, the moon high in the night sky. Come on! We’ll die if we stay, they’re coming -

We have to wait! Remus screamed. We can’t leave him!

We won’t survive if we don’t!

Slowly, Remus looked up, swallowing past the lump in his throat. His fingers tightened into fists, nails piercing through flesh.

“Oh look.” The boy sounded dangerously, cruelly excited. “He does remember.”

“You survived on your own?” James asked. Remus could see his knuckles, white on the worn leather of his blade.

The boy shrugged. “I had to. I would have been with you guys, had you not abandoned me. Forgotten me.”

Remus found his voice, hoarse and cracking. “We didn’t - I never - “

“Thank god.” The boy rolled his eyes. “I would hate to think you’d forget your ex-boyfriend.”

“I didn’t - I could never - “

“Say it.” He tilted his head, his eyes suddenly so, so bright, molten silver in the darkness of the room. “Say my name.”

Remus closed his eyes. “Sirius,” he whispered. “Sirius Black.”

[radishearts]

Confession week: ladynoir july

Ao3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13,Chapter 14, Chapter 15

day 4 part 15- Akuma:

“Al- bunnix!!” ladybug and chat noir shouted in unison as they parted the hold from dancing as they rushed over to her aid.

“Ladybug, chat noir, what? Where am i?” the pink headed heroine asked weakly

“We don’t know ourselves, are you alright? How did you get your miraculous?”

“Long story involving an old man, rings, and time travel.”

Ladybug offered her a hand as she stood up, the rest of the heroes (with the exception of viperon and the dragoness who they hadn’t seen since the afternoon) crowded around.

“Who is this? Some sort of super hero we don’t know about?” roi singe asked, really confused about everything.

“This is bunnix, she helped us save time tagger, well her future self at least!”

“Nice to meet you monkey guy.”

“It’s roi singe, but what's it to you, mary poppins.”

“Whatever,” she glanced back at ladybug and chat noir “we need to find that akuma, and escape, paris is worried, she’s threatening to take everyone here if you don’t hand over your miraculous by midnight, and a giant light bubble is hovering over the city, all of it’s superheroes are gone, I was the last resort, remember?”

“But aren’t there more miraculouses?” chat noir asked

“ iOf course, i said the same thing but master fu said that 10 was enough, we need to find it, i held her off for a while back in Paris, and her powers seem to be interdimensional travel between here and well back home and from what I can tell she’s writing a book, and we’re the characters in it!”

“So we’re in a book?” carapace asked.

“It seems so, I mean, everything that has come to pass only seems like it would take place in a-”

“Fanfiction, of course, this entire time, we’ve been stuck in an akumas world because she had a bad case of writer's block?”

“She was willing to get akumatized, because she couldn’t write?” roi singe laughed “if that happened at our- i mean my school, i’m pretty sure hawkmoth wouldn’t have enough akumas for that!”

“Although his calculations were an estimate, it’s a pretty good one, but I don't think it’s necessary to run the numbers in this situation.”

“The only book I ever want to be in is a biography.” Queen bee scoffed

As everyone ignored her. Ladybug spoke up.

“Ok, we need to split up and find the akuma, rena and carapace, roi singe and bunnix, pegasus and queen bee, me and chat!”

“This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” Queen bee muttered.

“Stay safe, find the akuma and don’t get caught, don’t engage, just alert us of your location, and then we’ll come and get you.”

“Just a friendly reminder: make the plan, execute the plan, expect the plan to go off the rails, throw away the plan.”

“It`’s true, superheroing is hard work, and nothing ever goes right.” ladybug added

Like many times before the conversation was cut short, the 8 miraculous holders crowding into a circle.

“Ladybug chat noir and you other insoldent minor heroes, give me your miraculous now, and we won’t have any problems.”

“We haven’t done it before. What makes you so different.”

“Fine be like that!”

She trusted her book open, shooting a light beam into the air.

“Finish the fairy tale!” she cackled. -

“What the hell is that?” the dragoness asked, to nobody in particular.

“I don’t kno-” his words cut short by the world rearranging.

The dragoness found herself in an epically disgusting dress which was a putrid shade of pink.

Disgusting.

“Well, well, well.” viperon teased

“Shut up.” she met his eyes, he himself had changed, sporting a sea foam green waistcoat, with darker tones emphasising the fact that they both look like they were present in a baby shower. Although she had to admit, he looked like a prince.

She analysed her surroundings   - The beam of light, had disorientated chat noir, he looked down at his clothes, which had changed again, seriously he felt like lady gaga at the met gala.

All these outfit changes.

Chatnoir let out a silent scream when he saw ladybug slowly making her way up the stairs to style queen, holding a rose for her.

“That's right my pretty, just touch the rose, and everything will be fine.”

Chat tried to run to her aid, but it was too late.

She had pricked her finger, and almost instantaneously, she had collapsed into slumber.

The deathly type.

The type that lasts for a 100 years.

- “What the actual-” bunnix began

“Father God, what have we done to deserve this!” roi singe interrupted, lifting his hands up in a prayer position.

“Didn’t know you were christian.”

“Whoever is playing this prank, they are at god level.”

“I don’t think it’s a prank.”

She looked down at her own clothes, the signature baby blue color seemed to be a consistent, all though she was wearing a dress?

Did fairy tales have any practically at all?

Roi singe dusted himself off.

He was wearing his colours too, but yet it was different. He was wearing a cloak.

“ I think he went this way, robin hood, is nothing but trouble!”

“steal from the rich give to the poor, what nonsense! Lady Mariam is a fool for falling in love with him!”

She pointed at his bow and quiver of arrows and he signaled for them to climb into the treetops.

- “Ughm this is ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Queen bee scoffed, dusting herself off and standing up to get a better view of the place, only to find the smart mouth partner standing behind her.

“Yeah, thought you’d say that!”

“If you’d be quite for a little bit, I could figure out where on earth we are, and what were doing.”

“Oh, I already figured that out, where in the Hansel and Gretel story tale, and considering she said to finish the fairytale, i’m pretty sure we have to add our own twist, any ideas partner?”

She held her silence, maybe he was useful after all. -

“Where the hell am i?” rena asked, when she received no reply she shot up.

“Carapace, carapace!!!!!!”

She looked down finding a turtle.

“What did that akuma do to you? Wait, no, am i supposed to kiss you and you’ll turn into a prince? Wait should i?”

The turtle stared at her with it’s eyes.

(well with what else )

That's right it was a turtle.

Which meant she couldn’t just ask it questions and expect answers.

She would have to figure this one out by herself.

Which was ethically harder than it looked.

Who even wants to kiss a reptile?

@ladynoirjuly2019 

[hekate1308]

That Vanished Abode There Far Away, A Season 13 Drowley AU - Chapter Ten

Masterpost

She leads them to a pub that seems… just a little odd. For example, it’s rather weird that human just seem to pass the place by without even glancing at it. They’re in Scotland, after all.

“Monster bar?” Michael guesses.

“We’d be unable to see it if our fair leader hadn’t brought us here, I’d say” Roderick drawls.

“You’re absolutely correct.” She grins at him. “It’s a test, so to speak.”

A test? Michael needs a moment to think about it, but then he gets it. She has trusted them enough to bring them here. It’s time to see whether they trust her enough to enter.

He looks at Roderick, and once again, they seem to understand each other without speaking.

“Alright. I’m Michael, this is Roderick. We’re ready to have a drink with you in your creepy invisible bar.”

She smiles. “Aurelia.”

Roderick sniggers, and she shoots him a dark look. “Mum thought it’d be funny, alright?”

Michael shakes his head, thinking of a book by E. T. A. Hoffman. “It is. I mean, it’s not like you are trying to hide the fact that you are a ghoul, right?”

“Sh” she hisses, “Do you want everyone to know?”

“Of course not, Aurelia.”

She sighs and turns around. “Let’s go.”

“You ready?” he asks Roderick.

“You, me, and a bar full of monsters? Do you treat all your dates like this or am I just special.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Do you want a drink, or do you want to keep flirting? Because if you do, I can always come back when you’re done here.”

Michael blushes fiercely and moves towards the door. “We were only joking around.”

“Sure looked like it. Come on, you two love doves.”

He doesn’t look at Roderick as he follows her into the bar.

If they hoped for an inconspicuous entrance, they were sadly mistaken. As soon as they enter, a hush falls over the assembled monsters. Dean’s pretty sure he sees several vamps, and oh, how lovely, a coven of witches; and of course they’re near Ireland, so banshees are hanging around too.

“Nothing to see here” Aurelia calls out firmly, “If you need to know something, I’ll let you know.”

Almost immediately, they turn away from them.

Michael stares at her. “How did you –“

“We’re in the UK. In case you haven’t noticed we’re a bit old-fashioned. Family still means a lot over here, and my father’s rather important in the monster council.”

“You have a monster council?”

“Old-fashioned, I said. Still a relic from Mediaeval times, and doesn’t really do anything, but people respect it.”

Michael nods; makes sense to him. As much sense as a secret monster bar where all sorts of creepy crawlers just hang out, anyway. They make their way to the bar.

“Hey George” Aurelia greets the bartender. Michael can’t say what he is exactly, but he sniffs the air and his eyes narrow. “What are the two humans doing here, Auri?”

“They’re my guests, keep calm and hang on to your gold.”

Dragon, Michael decides. The most likely option, anyway.

Once they have ordered their drinks, Aurelia and them sit down at a table in a corner. “So I assume you know about the Men of letters, and that hunters hereabouts usually don’t have much iof a lifespan?”

“As a matter of fact yes, and yet here we are” Roderick drawls. “Feel free to be amazed at our courage.”

She rolls her eyes. “I will when I understand what you want.”

What they want... There are quite a few things that come to mind. Getting their memories back, for a start. But that’s not a conversation Michael’s ready to have until he knows her better. “We are thinking that things need to change around here. You can’t just kill monsters for what they are.”

“And here I thought most hunters would agree with them. I thought the methods were the issue, not the –“

“And that’s where you are wrong, at least with these hunters” Roderick interrupts her. “As long as monsters do not harm human beings intentionally, there’s no reason to eradicate them.”

“So you think you’ll – what? Gang up on them? All two of you against an organization that has been around for ages.”

“You have no idea what we are capable of if we want to be” is all Roderick says and somehow, despite not even knowing who they were before, Michael agrees with him. Whatever’s going to happen – he can’t deny they make a great team.

“If you say so” she says, shaking her head. “Truth is, I don’t know why I even brought you here, or why I am listening to you.”

“That’s easy enough” Michael answers. “We immediately knew what you are, and we didn’t attack you. It’s a first in your lifetime when it comes to hunting, I’d say.”

“You’d be right” she answers, studying them. “Fine, then. What exactly do you want?”

Michael shrugs. “Not much. Your number. Maybe call us in if you find a case? And we’d probably now and then have a few drinks here, if it’s okay with the rest of you.”

“Just like that. You simply appear here and decide to try and fix everything. Why?”

“It simply feels right” is the only answer he can give; and when he turns to Roderick for help, he cannot decipher the expression on his face.

“What a pair, the two of you” she sighs, “But I’ll have to explain bringing you here to the council eventually anyway, and having a plan against the Men of Letters might just get me out of trouble.”

“I wouldn’t go so far as to say we have one yet, but... well, if it helps.”

All hunters lie; he himself must have lied in his previous life quite frequently, so why would he mind? And Roderick’s certainly not a newbie too when it comes to deceit, he’s proven that by convincing every single Scottish human they meet that he is indeed a Scotsman himself.

Auri nods.

In the end, it’s by no means a bad evening.

They call Mel to help them return home (and why Hirta has become home so quickly, he can’t say) and once they’re safely back in their cottage, Michael shakes his head. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

“A whole monster society having grown and developed despite the watchful eyes of the very posh British bastards in Scotland? Who would have guessed.”

He grins.”No need to be smug.”

“I assure you, that was never my intention.”

Michael knows better than to answer, so he starts making dinner.

“Well then” he says after they have eaten, “Looks like we meet a deal with a ghoul that we’d get rid of those British dicks.”

Roderick frowns at the word deal, but nods. “She certainly showed remarkable trust in us simply for not attacking her, as you said.”

“God knows what kind of life they must lead. They have to hide from birth, if the Men of Letters are as ruthless as everyone says they are.”

There’s something nagging at him, but he knows much better than to try and remember. He’d rather not end the evening catatonic.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Roderick suddenly asks. He’s not even looking at him, and he’s speaking quickly, almost as if he wants to get this over with.

“I think we could do some good –“

“No, I mean, with me.”

“What –“

“We have no idea what side I was on – before” Roderick says.

Michael frowns. “That’s a risk we both have to live with, surely –“

Roderick laughs, hard and sharp. “You? Look at you! You’re – you’re – nothing about you is evil!”

“Then tell me what brought this on, and why you think you’re so bad all of a sudden!”

“These monsters in the bar... they do what they have to do. My dreams suggest that I didn’t.”

“Roderick, you’re not making any sense.”

“I mean that – I mean that I never had to do the things I did in my dreams. I just enjoyed doing them.”

If he’s honest with himself, Michael’s been expecting a scene like this ever since he woke Roderick up from those dreams. They aren’t in the habit of keeping things from one another – mostly because there are very few things to keep hidden to begin with.

Roderick shakes his head. “Ugh. Having an emotional breakdown. How very human.”

“We all have to deal with those now and then” he argues. “That’s what makes us human.”

“Doesn’t feel very me to me to have one.”

“You have no idea who you are – or used to be. For all you know, this could just have been regular nightmares.”

“Even so – would you really start a revolution with me?”

“I know no one else I’d rather fight this fight with.”

Roderick stares at him.

A few seconds later, they are both laughing. There’s just something so utterly ridiculous about their whole situation, even if they might just be taken out by the British Men of Letters anytime they go out to hunt.

Once they have calmed down, Michael realizes just how close they’ve gotten during their little... episode.

And that Roderick’s eyes are quite fetching from this angle.

He licks his lips. Roderick’s gaze follows his tongue before returning to Michael’s eyes.

He’s about to lean in and do something he really knows he shouldn’t (it’s just been a rather strange day, alright?) when they are interrupted by something scratching at the door and letting out a short, angry bark. 

[shineebebe]

Bad Girl (Part 2)

(Yasss you guys asked for it and I’m giving it to ya’ xD Also this got so long that a part 3 is in the making. If you haven’t read Part 1, read it here http://shineefanfictions.tumblr.com/post/163017802028/bad-girl . The warnings are Forced Orgasms, restraints and throat fucking.)

Oh shit. As soon as you awoke from sleep, your head felt as heavy as a bowling ball and for some reason, your ass stung like someone had...wait...you could just about remember being spanked by Hoseok’s angry hand which lead you to your next trail of thought: why were your hands tied to the bed post? You tried to yank your hands free, making the bed post creek, telling Hoseok you were awake. He sauntered in with nothing but grey jogger pants on holding a tray iof food with a grin that would make any girl fall to her feet. The man had the cheek to go commando as you could see his semi hard manhood move as he walked; you licked your lips in desire. Hoseok hummed in pleasure at the sight of his tied up naked girlfriend before him. 

“Good morning beautiful, hungry?” 

He asked in a cocky tone, knowing too well you’d be hungry, for a lot of things. The loud rumble that came from your stomach told him your answer but you still nodded, thinking he was going to un-tie your hands so you could eat. Well, you were wrong. Hoseok sat at the edge of the bed next to you and started to cut the eggs and bacon on the plate before feeding you a mouthful. The look in Hoseok’s eyes told you he was hungry too; he watched you like a Lion stalking his prey. He wished you knew how amazing you looked to him. Your boyfriend continued to feed you. It was awkward to eat with your hands tied up but you didn’t dare to question him; you were too hungover and with your punishment still stinging and throbbing, you weren’t about to be a bad girl. 

“Good girl. You were certainly hungry weren’t you.” 

Hoseok said, teasing you as he put the tray to the side when you’d finished. 

“Hoseok, why am I tied up?” 

You questioned, once again trying to free your hands as your arms started to ache. The smirk on Hoseok’s face almost scared you. In that dirty mind of his, he could be thinking so many things. Again, he sat back down at your side. 

“Oh baby girl. Do you not remember what I said I was going to do to you last night?” 

His deep brown eyes sparkled as the blinding morning light beamed through the room. Hoseok poured some water in to a glass and took out some painkillers from your bedside table. 

“I’m going to spank you for your behaviour tonight. You will not get pleasure from this. Tomorrow, when you’re sober and well rested, I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy until it hurts. You will cum for me until you’re sore, understand?”

You thought it was just a threat. You should have known Hoseok never jokes about that sort of stuff. Thinking about what he was going to do to you made your body squirm, your womanhood needing urgent attention. Your pulse started to race at a pace that made you feel uneasy. 

“Just painkillers baby, for your head ache.” 

How was he acting so normal and so sweet for someone who was going to fuck you in to next Monday? Obeying him, you opened your mouth and let him put the two pills on your tongue before drinking the water from the glass that he’d put against your lips. The sound of him putting the glass down gave you goosebumps. What was next? Was he finally going to give you what you wanted? Maybe too much of what you wanted. 

“Now jagi...I was going to blindfold you but I wanted you to see exactly what I was doing to you and I was thinking about gagging you but I really want to hear you scream so I tied you up, to keep you still...” 

Hoseok looked down at your naked body, your hard nipples and the curve of your hips. Seductively, he brushed his fingers across your rosy buds before tugging on them and making you gasp. 

“You still need to cum, don’t you baby? You wouldn’t stop asking for it last night.” 

His fingers continued to move south, controlling your body with just the slightest touch. You were beginning to sweat by the time Hoseok found the slit of your pussy. With your whole body becoming so sensitive, you wiggled frantically, desperate to get out of your restraints. It now made sense why he’d tied you up. He was going to make you so responsive that it hurt. His thumb gently circled your clit, warming you up for what was going to be a long morning. You bit your bottom lip, trying not to groan and satisfy Hoseok. His fingers caressed your labia. You could see his fingers glisten. Damn, why did you have to get so wet for him? Hoseok moved from beside you and climbed on to the bed, between your legs. Suddenly, he pulled your legs up on to his shoulders, exposing you to him. You gave in and whimpered, moving your hips in his grasp; your body in an overdrive of arousal. Hoseok bit his plump lower lip, his eyes clouded with lust as he gazed at your soaking pussy, his dark hair hanging in front of his eyes making him look like a bad boy rock star. 

“You look so sweet baby girl. I could just eat you up like this.” 

He drove his face in to your pussy, his tongue running back and forth on your slit before taking your clit in to his mouth, sucking on it lightly before flicking it quickly with the point of his tongue. That was it; you couldn’t fight him anymore. You squealed and panted, wanting to grab his hair and tug on it, silently begging him for more, just like he knew you would. All you could do was circle your hips, humping his tongue which he loved, grinning as you did so. Hoseok grunted and moaned, dipping his tongue in to your honey pot, knowing he’d never get enough of you. As his hands pulled your hips closer to his mouth and held you steady, he explored every part of your womanhood like a savage. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting your moans do the talking. His mouth gently sucked on your labia, his lips glossy with your juices and just as you thought it couldn’t get any better, he slowly introduced one of his fingers to the mix. 

“Ah.” 

You gasped, already so sensitive from Hoseok’s skills. The desire to cum was sprinting towards you at a scary pace. It was incredibly hard to keep still as your boyfriend continued to lick your pearl, holding a primal, raw and sexual gaze with you, moving his digit in and out of you with a slight curve of his finger. Hoseok was getting immense satisfaction out of watching you buck and squirm because of him, his hard manhood fully erect. He didn’t care about his pleasure just yet; in fact, making you cum was all the foreplay he needed. Still, he knew how much you liked to please him too. Hoseok decided he’d had enough with going easy on you. Sliding another finger inside you, he watched you tug at your restraints and squeal with an devilish smirk on his face. 

“What’s wrong baby? Do you want to cum?” 

It seemed like Hoseok was mocking you, your punishment never ending. His arrogant smirk was driving you insane. Of course you wanted to cum; you wanted to cum ever since he spanked you hard on his lap and dominated you. Lost for words, you nodded, your mouth going dry. 

“Tell me you want to cum.” 

He instructed, pumping his fingers inside you at a cruelly slow pace. You couldn’t speak; you were trying to get used to his fingers curling inside you and teasing your G-spot. 

“P..please Hoseok...” 

You gulped. 

“I want to cum.” 

Your cheeks burned and blushed, hating having to be so open with him. Your words made him want to stick his hard cock inside you already and fuck you senseless; he needed more. 

“Say my name baby. Who’s going to make you cum?” 

He questioned, using his other hand to pull on your aching nipples. 

“You, Hoseok.” 

Your bottom lip began to quiver as the dull, throbbing feeling in your core pleaded for release. You’d do anything to cum. 

“Good girl. You’re being such a good girl this morning. Good girls get rewarded Princess.” 

With that, he hauled your hips on to his knees, tilting your pelvis up towards him. With ease, his two fingers began to move against your G-spot. Oh that position was hell; he was able to manipulate your pussy so good. The faster his fingers got, the more you screamed and begged for release, sweat dripping from your forehead. Your entire body started to shake as your orgasm shook you from your head to your curling toes, you barely noticed your juices drenching Hoseok’s fingers. 

“Fuck!” 

You cried, your head hitting the pillows, your eyes rolling back. It seemed like your orgasm would never stop. Hoseok grinned, a great sense of masculine pride over coming him. He left his fingers inside you until you stopped shaking, then slowly and gently released them. The man had left you panting, desperately trying to catch your breath. You were waiting for your hands to be un-tied and again, you were wrong. He got off the bed and walked to the other side of the room where his set of drawers were. You heard the drawer open and close. You were too tired to look. 

“I got this with you in mind. Do you know what this is, Princess?” 

Your heavy eyelids flickered open to see the object he was holding in front of you. Shit, yes, you did, only because your friends had shown theirs to you before. It was a small but dangerous looking vibrator. Your mouth went as dry as a desert again. 

“You didn’t think I was done did you baby?” 

You whined out loud; you did think he was done. Why was he doing this to you? Your head lolled back on your pillow, your chest heaving from nervousness. You weren’t sure how much more you could take. Climbing back between your legs, Hoseok turned on the device.  You heard the buzzing sound of the vibrator and immediately, you attempted to close your legs. 

“Hoseok, no, I’m too sensitive!” 

You pleaded, your wrists hurting from the constant pulling on the restraints. With his incredibly strong muscles, Hoseok spread your legs open before leaning forward and placing a totally sweet, innocent kiss on your lips. 

“I just want one more orgasm from you baby. You can do this, I know you can.” 

He uttered affectionately, showing such a different side to what he was a few seconds ago. It was shocking how fast the man could change. Hoseok had the vibrator on the lowest setting yet as soon as it rested on your hooded clit, you shrieked out loud, kicking your legs frantically. 

“Hoseok! No it’s too much!” 

The vibrator felt electric on your cum soaked pussy. Hoseok ignored your cries, knowing what to do, knowing you could take it. His fingers returned to pleasure you, ready to bring you another orgasm. He wanted it to be painful and overbearing; he wanted to show you what would happen if you were a bad girl who disobeyed him. You bit your bottom lip hard as you were filled again, your G-spot instantly kicking in to gear. Your body didn’t know how to handle the confusing mixture of pain and pleasure, shaking abruptly from side to side. Hoseok’s jaw tightened, beads of sweat forming on his body as he aggressively pumped his fingers against your G-spot once more. As if the over stimulation wasn’t enough already, your dominant cranked the vibrator up against your clit. You kicked and screamed violently as your second orgasm raced towards you and hit you like a Tsunami. Your pussy squeezed around his fingers as your pussy throbbed. Your juices squirted all over Hoseok’s fingers and torso; your boyfriend had never been so turned on before.  He switched the vibrator off and threw it to the side like a piece of trash. Hoseok needed your love and he needed it now. You could barely recognise his eyes with the amount of lust that was in them as you watched him slide the joggers that were simple but so sexy off his godly body. His thick cock was up in the air, shining with pre-cum. The sight of his manhood never failed to arouse you, although this time it hurt to be so in love with the equipment between his bulky thighs. Hoseok kneeled above your chest, his legs at the side of your arms, his manhood in front of your face. 

“Suck on it for me baby.” 

He said, his eyes watching your every move. Finally, some time for your body to calm down and put him first. You wished you could move your hands to stroke his cock as you sucked him; that’d usually drive him crazy. You had to strain your neck to fit a decent amount of his endowment inside your mouth but you didn’t care at all; Hoseok tasted amazing. Sucking his cock was something you always looked forward to because of the sounds that he made; his sounds of pleasure were something else, they could turn you on in a milli-second. Hoseok’s hands found your messy sex hair, tugging on it and pulling it as you worked your magic. Your tongue glided over his sensitive tip, tasting his sweet and salty liquid and it was Hoseok’s turn to bite his lip in frustration. Hoseok used your mouth as a sex toy, dipping his cock inside your mouth as far as you could take it, pulling out for a second then fucking your mouth again. Hoseok gritted his teeth together, his hair covering his enigmatic eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed your head with both hands and roughly shoved his cock inside your mouth, causing you to choke and splutter. Saliva began to slide down your chin as you tried to breathe; Hoseok fucking your mouth hard. He was going rough, taking no prisoners. Tears formed in your eyes. You tried your best to take Hoseok’s throat fucking but soon it was too much and you pulled your head back. Your saliva dripped from his rock hard cock; Hoseok loved that. It was almost in slow motion, the way he swept his hair off his face and smirked at you. It was the smirk that made your heart thump wildly against your chest. Unbeknown to you, Hoseok was no where near finished. 

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also wtf who designed rune factory 4 this way THIS IS MY ONLY COMPLAINT IN AN AMAZING GAME why are all the romance routes entirely random?? even after youve reached the relationship milestones its COMPLETELY RANDOM whether the event will start every day same for every friendship event and town event and even some plot events you just have to sit there at your bed constantly skipping days for multiple years til the random number god gives you the marriage scene you did EVERYTHING to earn this marriage scene and you have nothing left to do but wait and youll never see any new events with that character until it happens, and you have a very limited amount of dates to go on while youre waiting, and they all do NOTHING except raise the relationship bar over maximum which does nothing. doesnt even increase the chance of the random event?? why even LET me increase it over maximum if it does nothing? thats just tricking me into thinking i havent unlocked the marriage event yet! when I HAVE and i just need to WAIT A BAZILLION YEARS OF RANDOM

anyway i finally got Leon’s random marriage quest and it was Awesome and So Many Tears and now im even more conflicted on who to marry gahhhhh its such a shame you cant resolve everyone’s plot unless you date them, i feel so bad dating all these people when im not able to marry them all, just cos i wanna fix their lives and make them happy but then theyre gon be sad that we didnt get married aaaa

and Leon is especially saddddd

now cos his whole plot is that he had a depressing scenario with a friend as a kid. She loved him but he saw her as just a little sister, and he jokingly promised to marry her once when they were too young to understand. And he didnt know she took it seriously until after he DIED and reincarnated as a fox monster person centuries later too late to do anything about it. And he’s crushed full of guilt that he somehow led her on, and he was never able to apologise, and he’s scared she spent her whole life waiting for him to come back. and then you get this very cool series of sidequests thatre a realistic look at translating languages, and its really motivational how leon is able to help bring knowledge of a dead language back to life and preserve the ancient culture that people thought was lost BUT THEN ENDLESS FUCKIN TRAGEDY kiel accidentally finds an old diary of leon’s friend (WHAT ARE THE ODDS) and he has frickin detailed anxiety attacks unable to even hold the damn paper cos he’s shaking so much and you go on a big treasure hunt to find all the pages and he’s just CRYING SO MUCH mr playboy man! mr flirty asshole! mr stoic! he’s fuckin crying and he cant hold a book without your help and aaaa and his whole story is about how he isnt really the negative stereotypes of a flirty character, he really REALLY values love and he feels depressed he cant love everyone who loves him, so he tries to fake it. And he tries to push people away whenever it seems genuine, but also like... entertain them enough that they dont feel he doesnt love them, i guess? and no matter how promiscuous a person is, they still cant love EVERYONE, you cant just force a relationship on them and say they must be asking for it cos they date other people and enjoy sex. its so depressing that he considers his biggest flaw that he wasnt able to force himself to love someone he didnt, especially when he did care about her, just as a best friend instead! if theyd just talked about it, it would have saved all this heartache for both of them! so then we start piecing together this book and it looks like his worst fears are confirmed, she spent her whole life waiting for him and hating him and its really fucking EXPLODINGLY SAD and then the quest is a bit confusing so i spent several days stuck on this point not knowing who to talk to next, going through random dungeons in case that somehow helped. turned out i did find the right spot but the quest just doesnt progress until you talk to the right person first GAH! stuck for five days on crying leon scene!! NOOOOOO but I finally got past it and CLIMACTIC HAPPY END or bittersweet end more like we find out we mistranslated one bit which was actually PAGE NUMBERS, and we were missing a page all along! and then the final page reveals that she actually moved on and found a new love and had a happy family and grew old together, and her only frustration with leon was imagining that he couldnt find the same thing, worrying that she’d betrayed him. So this wasnt a diary, it was actually a letter she wrote for him to find, having confidence he’d wake up someday and have another chance at happiness! She just wanted him to know that she kept his memory alive and she’s sorry and she was happy and AAAAAAUUUGH im tearing up again the bit that really got me was that we find out that leon’s favourite romance novel was actually written by her. It was so popular it survived into the modern day as a literature classic, and it convinces him that she really was happy with her new boyfriend if she could write something as beautiful as this. And he wants to embody the spirit of the book with you, and keep his new promise to her to have a happy family of his own :) ... AGHHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH why cant i marry everyone why do so many of them have plots where it seems like they wont be happy unless i love them... even now i dont really think the leon pairing is my favourite, i wish i could have had this plot as a friendship route! i think it would have resonated just as much since the whole backstory is about him being friends with someone who had unrequited love for him. i wanna be leon’s bestie and ultimate wingman! I like him a lot but I dont really think i wanna marry him! IM SO SORRY LEON AAAA he’s such a soulful beefcake dammit I’m sure he’d find a bazillion better lovers! I’m sure a lot of players did marry him! WHY DO I FEEL SO GUILTY AAAAA its not fair, aaaa arthur was the first one i dated and i also really care about him but in his case his way of acting in the romance isnt very different to when youre just friends so i dont think i wanna commit to that relationship maybe? it might change when i see his final random event but i dont get much ‘he’ll be happy with you’ vibes, its just strengthening their powerful brotp that they had from the start of the game. he feels like someone protagonist would indeed date, but theyd part again on friendly terms after it didnt work out, and then be amicable exes who still care a lot about each other. and I just feel like I wanna marry dylas even though he’s had the least tragic events so far. gahhhh! he just seems SO HAPPY dating you, and has loads of character development since it started, unlike the other two ive seen the dates for. he feels like he’s actually getting something out of this that he wouldnt if we were just friends? its so hard trying to weigh up the pros and cons of romance options in games when im inacapble of actually being attracted to anyone, its just ‘i care about you all and i wanna give you the best possible ending’. I haaaaate when games have it so that romance is always the best possible ending for every single character and they all suffer forever if you dont pick them :P and I havent even seen the romances with the other three dudes yet! GAHHHHH!! Theyre all the ones I wasnt immediately interested in dating, but that opinion could totally change, i could end up with a six way tie :P ... ALSO RANDOM BUT is anyone else really uncomfortable with the queerbaiting in this game? there is a LOt, a LOT of ‘lol maybe gay’, sometimes so clear that it seems the game is outright canonically stating this character is gay or bisexual yet you have no option to marry them unless youre the opposite sex. It gets REALLY uncomfortable with Dylas, he just,,, does not express any interest in women at all unless the player pursues him. And his mutual crush with doug is CONSTANTLY REFERENCED, and called out very clearly for what it is. IOf the game didnt keep pointing it out i would have been able to shrug it off as just accidental chemistry from a failed rivalry plotline or something, but we have EVERYONE saying ‘oh a lover’s quarrel’ and ‘be honest about your feelings’ and ‘i bet you wanna see doug in a swimsuit’ and ‘gee i really wanna see doug in a swimsuit’ and IT CANT BE ANY MORE CANON THAN THIS. And.. like.. Dylas even says he DOESNT wanna see women in swimsuits, he’s just here at the beach cos Doug might come along. He does not express any interest in women at all except the protagonist! It makes me feel SO uncomfortable! it feels like he’s actually gay, when with most other characters they seem bisexual?? I dunno how to explain it, thats just how it comes off to me. Why is there no option for him and doug to date, why cant i date him as the male protagonist?? His romance route is so totally gender neutral, i did the postgame protagonist swap cheat and it just feels more in-character for him this way. if im gonna steal him away from Doug i dont want it to be a weird gay conversion therapy type thing, it just feels so WEIRD. The one and ONLY stated crush he has on another character, and its gay, and theres NO OPTION FOR IT TO HAPPEN and then he suddenly becomes 100% straight and never talks about doug again if a fem protagonist dates him. SO WEEEEEIRD... I’m just gonna sit here on the non-canon bonus feature dylas x male protag train and never leave. If you cant have doug you shall have the transitioned me! Its funny cos he’s like the only batchelor i very vehemently cannot ship with fem protag, yet do with male protag :P but GAHHH leon deserves a family and i could give him a child and aaaaa SO HARD TO CHOOSE also i am sad that the postgame cheatmode lets you switch to any character but if its not one of the two protags its only your overworld model and not your face portraits. Its weird because every batchelor and batchelorette has the exact same full set of emotions and costumes, so why cant i access that?? its also a shame cos it means i cant roleplay my doug and dylas marriage properly :P CMON MAN WHY U EVEN TELL ME THEY IN LOVE IF THEY CANT BE IN LOVE :P they have the best portmanteau ship name too! douglas! :P