#apologies for the disgusting mental image

[lightningbreath]

A little more information about the HH leaks + a rant about some things in these leaks.

SPOILER ALERT

WARNING: MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED SA AND SUICIDAL ATTEMPTS

Rosie owns Alastor's soul and sings a song about how Alastor is her pet and how he is in her zoo.

Vox looks like they will try to perform a '''''correctional grape'''' on Alastor to prove that Alastor is not asexual. (PROVEN FAKE) .

Vox tries to use the media to damage the Hotel's reputation. At some point, he manages to place several sinners (including some members of the Hotel) under mental control.

Husk and Angel apparently kiss in episode 6.

Apparently Lucifer dies (AMEM) in episode 8. Lute probably kills him, but it's pure speculation, all I found was an image with Lucifer on the floor. If this is true, and Viv resurrects Lucifer, then the chances of Adam and the dead Exorcites returning become very likely. And this will further undermine the understanding of how death works in Hazbin Hotel.

ABOUT EP 2, SEASSON 2

Sir Pentious is simply insufferable. During Emily's song introducing him to Heaven, Pentious tries to create and link A SHITTING DEATH WEAPON WITH A SMILE ON HEAVEN'S FACE, but Emily, Abel and Peter stop him and destroy the weapon.

Sir Pentious's sin was not having reported Jack the Ripper. Although I would say that inaction in these cases does not constitute a valid reason to be sent to Hell for christianity, after seeing how some Mouthwashing fans treat Curly, then it's not crazy to think that there are people who believe that would be a reason to go. to Hell. But it's interesting to see how Viv didn't have the ability to take a real sinner and try to redeem him, it seems like she thinks the only way to empathize is by posing a '''sin''' that isn't a sin, without a challenge moral, without a conversation about what is good and evil, without something that makes people REALLY think about whether redemption should be for everyone or if it should be limited, etc.

Ah, but Hazbin Hotel is a bold series that criticizes religion and says that situations are nuanced, a series without ''good guys vs bad guys'', a series that is not moralistic..... Of course it is. 🙄

Lute nearly has a panic attack after the Tribunal, this is where she starts hallucinating Adam, he basically validates all her thoughts and encourages her to do what she has planned (similar to how she is talking to herself). Here it is interesting to see how Sera, Emily or the ''Voice of God'' don't even care about Lute's emotional instability. Emily and the Voice of God are described as ''good'' and ''compassionate'', but they only know how to look at Lute with disgust instead of, I don't know, TRYING TO LISTEN TO HER BEFORE SIMPLY DISCARDING HER. To have the slightest empathy because Lute's WHOLE world is crumbling and falling apart and the only person with whom she identified is DEAD. It's also funny how quickly Sera simply discards Adam, Lute and the Exorcisms now that she sees that she was ''''wrong'''', simply using them as scapegoats, without worrying about the consequences this left on the exorcisms. itself. Yes, the Exorcisms were Adam's idea, but it was SERA who allowed them for who knows how long, Sera doesn't seem to have tried to control the Exorcists' murderous impulses, she simply left everything in Adam's hands and only showed up to demand and complain when something went wrong.

Abel seems at least somewhat affected by Adam's death, despite appearing to be a pacifist type, he seems somewhat willing to go to Hell out of resentment for Adam's death. He admits that he is not the best person to say what to do about the situation in Hell, as he himself is kind of interested in getting revenge for Adam's death, so this bombshell is in Sera's hands.

Lute goes to Adam's office and Abel follows her, he tries to connect with her by talking about Adam and apologizing for the way he acted in Court, but Lute doesn't want to listen to him and throws him out.

Lute's song begins (BANGER SONG), where she swears revenge on Charlie.

St. Peter continues to be useless and from now on, I will consider that he is just a random person with that name and that he IS NOT the real St. Peter.

Emily is spoiling Sir Pentious, and when she sees him crying for his minions and his "friends", Emily creates new minions (basically the same as the ones he had in Hell, but these ones have wings). She continues to spoil Pentious, who continues to try to create weapons (but the environment in Heaven seems to not allow weapons like Sir Pentious's to work). Sir Pentious spends the entire episode crying saying that he wants to go back to Hell and see his "friends".

Sera decides to put all of Heaven under protection while she thinks about what to do. Emily opens a portal saying she will warn Charlie about recent events.

The Exorcists continue to be dehumanized to the extreme and treated as simple '''walking weapons'' and as scapegoats, with Lute being THE ONLY ONE who has, at least, a face.

Lilith is apparently in the Garden of Eden, she was sitting enjoying the breeze and eating fruit. Then she sees something on the phone, gets up and leaves.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Edward Cullen (7/8)

*TW: experimental smut at the end

WC: 3k

The girls were the first to find out about Friday night. While Angela pitied and grounded her, Jessica made a bigger deal out of it than she needed, grilling bout the state R was in mentally, and how she thought things would proceed with Tyler. She could only assume that Tyler kept quiet about it or told the guys because Monday at lunch Mike sent her a stink eye that screamed ‘him but not me?’. As awkward as lunch was, with Tyler splitting from the group to brood elsewhere, R just didn’t have the mental fortitude to deal with the drama. 

She left immediately after class, heading home and brooding on her couch. Perhaps from time, but what had happened between her and Edward no longer felt as worse as it was - even the intense feelings of Edward murdering a man felt subtle. She sat on the couch and tried to work away the thoughts of vague attraction to an inhuman creature, but that only made it worse. 

Human men felt so much more vile and mundane. She had been so used to being sexualized that it almost disgusted her. Glaring at the chat screen, her eyes blurred out the horribly perverse dirty talk. A man with a potbelly and grey hair was behind objectifying words.

“Do you understand better now?”

R tensed, shutting the laptop screen slowly. Edward was standing beyond the coffee table. He looked utterly depressed and shaggy. But even with unkept hair and a dirty t-shirt, he looked so mesmerizing. Images of his terrifying acts reemerged, reminding her that mankind itself was the problem, not just humans. Edward had done so many things…

“It’s my nature, R,” he muttered, sitting on the couch beside her. “But even so, has anything I’ve done truly hurt you? I miss you, my love. I try so hard to stay away, but I am selfish. I apologize.”

His fingers curled on the couch next to hers. Kinetic energy between their hands felt more intimate somehow. R stared at Edward adamantly, reading his expression.Her eyes softened. 

“Please understand me, R. What is taboo and immoral for humankind is natural and necessary for my specie’s survival, and even then, I try to refrain from being so.”

“But how could it ever work?”

“Does it matter? I’ve been alone for so long, and yet, my heart was suddenly held by you. It is unfathomable that life is meant to be any other way. I am tethered to you, R, both body and soul. Life is nothing without you. And wether you blame it on my species or not, you want me the same. I… have even thought about you becoming like me.”

“You’ve isolated me,” R argued. “You know I have no other options because all other options are so much worse.”

“Is that truly what you think of me after all I’ve done to protect you?”

"I didn't ask for your white knighting. Police exist.”

“Police couldn’t do what I can.”

R fell silent, going for her laptop again, wishing to resume work to now avoid the elephant in the room. Edward’s eyes squinted in disappointment as he watched her work, seeming to be repulsed by the contents. It seemed impossible that a creature fueled by the blood and guts of other animals could look so ill.

“Please - stop that,” he voiced after a while, his voice trembling. “I can’t… I can’t bare to watch you talk to such disgusting animals that way.”

“Grow up, Edward. It’s been my living for almost three years,” R snapped, but felt a tinge of guilt. “You’re not in the Victorian era anymore.”

“I don’t understand how you could be so okay with objectification - these ‘men’ care nothing about the beautiful person you are. They’re nothing more than shallow perverts.”

“Well, they’re shallow perverts who can rarely pay the right amount for the real deal. As horrible as they are, so am I, considering my job is to scam them out of as much as possible without giving them the slightest return except some lingerie photos.”

“But you’re giving out those relics to undeserving -“

“Stop being a controlling prick, Edward. Leave me alone.” 

R felt a wave of self-consciousness. Rarely did people spy on her work, as it was technically supposed to 100% anonymous. She couldn’t take the sudden feeling of shame. She thought back to what what Tyler had told her - she was a prude. But at least not gave her some satisfaction that she wasn’t selling herself for free to some heartless pervert man, right?

“Isn’t your… goal… to have enough money to be free to do as you please?” Edward inquired carefully. 

“Yes. Isn’t it everyone’s?”

“”For free of charge, you could quit your job,” Edward eased. “I have millions in my bank account that I’d give to you in a heartbeat if you’d only stop your work. I can’t stand the thought of…”

“This feels like we’re going on circles.”

Edward suddenly glared, snatching the laptop away from her. “Just listen to me for once in your life, my love.” 

R scowled reaching back toward it, but in one swift motion, he crushed the laptop between his hand. She watched wide-eyed as pieces of technology crumbled onto the ground. She stood, mouth agape and angry. 

“I’ll buy you a new one later.”

 “Like hell you will —!”

She reached to slap the vampire, fueled by rage, despite the fact that she doubted it would do much of anything. Edward’s face remained stagnant from the motion, and that only made her more infuriated. She leaned and began slapping the man’s chest so hard her hands hurt. She felt controlled and trapped, like an ill behaved dog contained to a doghouse, or a prisoner chained in a cell. Edward did not react to it, his eyes seeming to only grown softer as he watched.

Angry tears fell down her cheeks and her hands became limper and number from pain. As she flung one last ill-intended punch, Edward caught it, pulling her hand to his lips and kissing it softly. R glared, her heart beating loudly against her ribcage. Edward fluttered his eyes as he did so, taking R’s breath away. 

As possessive and creepy as he was, Edward was undeniably handsome. 

He smiled coyly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. Her eyes widened and face flushed. The made intense eye contact for a moment.

“Please love me,” Edward pleaded seductively, batting his eyes across her figure.

“Do I even have a choice?”

Edward pulled her toward him, gently kissing her. R positioned herself more comfortably to straddle him, getting lost in the passionate motion. Their lips weaved together like butter and Edward’s skin, though cold, was buttery and smooth, unlike Tyler’s, who had been roughly shaved and callous, lips chapped. But. Edward was a creature made for perfection, drawing her heart in no matter what she did to deny it.

 In the midst of parting lips and hazy stares,  he hoisted her off, hands cupped beneath her. R swung her arms around his shoulder, clinging, m and didn’t even notice how she was the one instigating a deep kiss, weaving her hands in his tufted locks of hair. Edward groaned in delight, and with only a few bumps from the stairs, R was placed softly on the mattress, Edward hovering above her. 

Through his t-shirt, R groped his strong and toned arms. One side of herself fought the attraction while the other side wanted to throw all caution to the wind.

“I am but a hypocrite,” Edward airily breathed into the crook of her neck, nose flushing against the scent of her warm and living skin,” for I am undeserving of your grace and light as well.”

R gulped. She felt more in a trance than she had when drunk. Edward’s presence was… hypnotizing.

“Just… stop talking and touch me, Edward.”

~~~~

[experimental smut section - this is the end of the chapter if you do not wish to proceed]

Edward took the invitation with a vigor R knew no man could replicate. She felt his teeth graze against her collar bone, anticipating any sudden pain, but all that came was pleasure as he kissed and licked her neck. R fiddled with the t-shirt, her head fuzzy. Not even seconds later, Edward had torn the shirt right off of his body, leaving scraps of fabric on the bed.

The man sparkled from the adorning setting sun, leaving her stunned. Edward paused briefly, relishing as she trailing her hands across his glittering chest. He seemed to melt under her living, breathing touch. Her fingers paused at the seam of his jeans, threatening to undo the zipper. Her eyes seductively flitted to and from the zipper. Edward’s Adam apples bobbed in anticipation before his eyes gleamed red and he seemed encumbered with furious attraction, tearing off the rest of his clothing as well.

Everything about his body was sculpted and beamed brilliantly, leaving R in awe. No human man could look so godlike. Edward resumed his focus to her, eyes pleading for permission to pull off her tank top. R gulped but hardly felt the same apprehension that she did with any other man. Edward’s chilling touch felt intoxicating, the idea alone filling her with an ecstasy she never knew was possible.

Despite how rough he was with himself, he gently and slowly lifted the tank top off of her as R sat up. There was a sense of teenage clumsiness and inexperience, but sexual prowess almost felt like a natural instinct his species had. And then his hand fiddled to unclip her bra, one finger slicing through the metal. The bra felt to the side.

Edward held such a tenderness in his gaze that she wanted to give him everything in that moment. 

“God, Edward, I’m not a doll. Just fuck me already.”

His nostrils flared and she hardly felt the tear of her shorts as they were discarded. Edward pressed himself flush against her, weaving his mouth around her breast. His tongue flicked across her nipple, and R couldn’t help but release a quiet moan from the sudden stimulation. He groped her other breast, overcome with the urge to pleasure her further. He attacked her breasts with a ferociousness that sent her over the edge. 

R arched her back, hands clawing into his neck and back. Her body was on fire, trembling from everything his tongue and hands did to her. Edward arched his back to press her prodding hands further against him, an inhuman growl of pleasure esc aping his lips.

With one hand removing, his tongue moved further down R’s stomach, taking in every scent and taste of her flesh. He was in a frenzy; but hardly one that craved blood. With one leg pushing between her’s, he spread her legs. Edward did not waste time before shoving his head down below.

An unfamiliar sensation rocked through her body. Her legs clamped around Edward’s head, feeling his tongue swirl across her womanhood. His hands clamped onto her legs, cherishing the crushing sensation, almost pulling the legs closer shut. His nails grasped onto her flesh, and neither person noticed the scratches that remained from his touch.

R was howling with moans, feeling the instinctual animal need to have every part of him. His motions felt so good that she could hardly stand it. She pulled at his head desperately to pull him up, but Edward only burrowed deeper.

A climax suddenly believed the woman as she arched her back to an agonized state. She let out a shrieking moan as her body suddenly went limp. “E - Edward -!” she choked, tugging painfully at his head for him to stop. 

He paused, red eyes glazing over her body seductively. In a blur of movement, he was once again on top of her, placing a soft kiss to her neck. R felt him prod at the entrance, fingers seeming to prepare her for more. He once again seemed to be asking for permission in a way that words could never express. His eyes glistened with a desire R knew no human could feel for any creature - a passion and possession so deep that could only be reciprocated when releasing one’s animalistic nature.

“Please,” he croaked.

“Yes.”

R had a sudden shock of electricity run across her body as Edward entered. His elbows were planted beside her head as he thrust. Gentle at first, but as Edward’s sounds increased, so did his carnal pace. Tears pricked at her eyes as her eyes lolled into the back of her head as Edward went age a pace that was not human. If not for him keeping her in place, she was certain she would have been sent through the wall.

It was such a careful mixture of pain and pleasure that R was overwhelmed and hardly cognizant. The world blurred around her as Edward continued to trail on her neck and earlobe before reigniting a fiery kiss.

Edward let out a quiet gasp as he released, suddenly halting. R’s world was so discombobulated that she could only focus on the warm sensation that filled her. But not even seconds later while the man panted, R was flipped. Her hands naturally planted against the bed frame, knuckles white. Edward placed one hand beside her head and the other grabbed onto her waist, gripping it tightly enough to draw drops of blood. 

He began all over again, thrusting powerfully into her, despite the fact that R felt the substance dripping down her legs and onto the mattress. R’s mind could hardly focus on the way her body became sore and the various wounds that embellished her body. Effortlessly Edward maintained a pace of ungodly speed.

Suddenly, the bed frame cracked right into two from him grip and the bed collapsed to some degree. But Edward was so intently focused that he only switched position, grunting and heaving lowly as he laid flat and forced R on top, but without the burden of working her, thrusting deeply into her.

If not for the firm grip he had on her hips, holding her up and on top, she would have collapsed from exhaustion. She had no idea how many times she had finished and was losing track of how much he had. The room was cascaded in darkness, with only Edward’s eyes gleaming in the dark. R’s head bobbed up and down, tears streaming down her cheeks as she was rag dolled in the bedroom. 

She had lost sense of time; and it seemed Edward had too. The bed was broken and soaked, as were their bodies. There was hardly any moment slow enough for R to form a thought. Her body was rocked and time seemed like a blur. She hardly noticed when all of a sudden, all sensation stocked. Her body was twitching furiously, yet she felt cold and chilled.

Edward plopped beside her, somewhat pleased by her her exhaustion and brain-numbing collapse. He felt guilt and shame as he gazed across her body, taking notice of the forming bruises, scratches, and scrapes. His fingers were suddenly delicately tracing the woman who immediately felt encumbered by sleep. He pulled her close. He could have gone for far longer, he realized, but his heart felt soft and protective as he traced her skin and brushed the hair out of her face. The bed had cracked on half and there was hardly a pillow intact, but the woman was quick to pass out in his arm.

Edward stayed still that night, consumed by conflicting feelings of satisfaction and horror.

[vodika-vibes]

Silly fic request but can we get a fic based on the one scene from "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" The one where it's like "What do you see in him?" "He makes me laugh."

He's My Choice

Summary: You know that Sev is a little rough around the edges, but you love him all the same. Tragically, your friends don’t understand.

Pairing: Clone Commando Sev x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1385

Warnings: Sev is Sev. The reader was disowned as a minor and a mention of bigoted parents.

A/N: So, I know you said silly, but this turned into something not silly? I hope you like it anyway.

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You release a happy hum as you scan the message that Sev just sent you. He’s off somewhere, probably disgusting, with the rest of his pod brothers. But he likes sending you updates on how he’s doing.

The image he sends you looks like a Geonosian nest, at least that’s what it used to be. You think. Scorch clearly has been having a ball with his grenades again.

Sev’s message is simple, “Scorch claims that blowing up a nest counts as 10 bugs. I think it should only count as one. He’s a cheater.”

A grin plays on your lips as you pop a piece of your cookie into your mouth and send back a message of your own, “You should let Scorch win from time to time, it’s good for his ego.”

“His ego is inflated enough. He doesn’t need my help with that.”

You laugh softly, and break off another piece of your cookie, “Humble is overrated, Sev.”

“Sure, sure. What’re you doing?”

“Meeting up with my friends. Eating cookies and drinking fancy caf.” You snap a picture of your half crumbled cookie and your almost empty caf, and send it to him, “They’re not very good.”

“Those are your favorite. You just miss me.”

“I do miss you. When do you think you’ll be home?”

“Not for a couple more weeks, cyar’ika. Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Sev. You don’t have to apologize.” You send the message, and then your fingers hesitate over the keyboard for a moment, “My friends keep trying to talk me out of dating you.” You finally admit.

“What are they saying about me?”

“They’re calling you a monster. They say there’s something wrong with you, like, mentally. And that they’re worried you’re going to hurt me.”

“I would sooner rip off my own arm.”

“I know that, Sev. I don’t believe them and I’m not listening to them. It’s just exhausting.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, and then your comm rings as he calls you from whichever hellhole of a planet he happens to be on. You quickly pop your earbuds in, and answer the call.

“Cyar’ika,” Sev’s voice sounds rougher than usual, like he hasn’t slept in a couple of days. Or, well, like he’s not slept well, at least.

Still, his voice is like a balm to your aching heart, and you lean across the table, a lovesick smile drifting across your face, “Sev,”

“How long have your friends been bitching at you?”

Trust him to get right to the core of the situation, “Since the day we started dating.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You have so much on your plate already, Sev. I can handle my friends. And family.”

“Oh, so your family hates me too, do they.”

“Ah, well. You’re a clone, so—”

“I didn’t know your parents were racist.”

You sigh tiredly, “Yeah. I went very low contact with them after high school, because they wouldn’t listen to reason. But my friends decided to go behind my back and reached out to them—” You trail off with another sigh, “It’s fine. I can handle it.”

“You need better friends, cyare.”

“Yeah, well. I’m not as close to them as I used to be either. Which they blame you for, by the way.”

Sev scoffs, “Do you need me to stay on the line while you talk to your friends?”

“You’re in the middle of a war zone, Sev.”

“Eh, this place is actually clear right now.”

“Sev.”

A quiet laugh falls from him and your eyes close at the sound. If you focus hard enough you can almost imagine that he’s sitting across from you, rather than on the other side of the galaxy.

“Love you, cyare. You know that?” There’s something tender in his voice, and it makes you wish he was here even more than you already do.

“I love you too, Sev. I miss you.”

“I know, cyar’ika. I’ll be back before you know it.” You hear Boss shout something towards Sev in the background, and then Sev sighs, “I have to go, cyare.”

“I guessed. I’m surprised Boss let you call me at all.”

“He’s not the boss of me.”

“Uh—”

“Hush.” Sev pauses, “You gonna be alright?”

“I’ll manage. I always do.” You sit up in your chair again, “Safe travels, Sev,”

“As safe as I can be, cyare. I’ll call you tonight.” He promises.

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

And then the call disconnects, leaving you feeling empty and missing him even more than you were before the call. But, then, that’s how it always goes.

You tear you gaze away from your comm as the chair across from you is pulled away from the table, and you have a very hard time hiding the annoyance when your, so called, best friends sit across from you. Joined by your parents.

“Have you been waiting long?” One of them asks.

“You know, I didn’t actually think that you would bring them here.” You say bluntly, without looking at your parents.

“They’re worried about you.” Your other friend offers quietly, “We all are.”

“I really don’t care.” You counter, bored out of your mind, “Anymore than I cared the last time you told me this.”

“Listen, sweetie,” Your mother leans across the table, reaching for your hands, but you pull back and fold your hands on your lap, still not looking at her or your father, “A clone is just not the way to go—”

“I don’t take opinions from bigots. Because your opinions are trash.”

“Look,” This time your friend reaches across the table to try and touch you, and he fails. “We’re just...what do you even see in Sev? He’s violent, he’s dangerous, he painted his armor to look like it’s covered in blood—”

“He makes me laugh,” You interrupt, “He makes me happy. He makes me feel safe.” Your father says your name, but you ignore him. “All of which,” You continue, “None of you offer me.”

“So what?” Your father asks, his voice loud, “You’re choosing him over your own family.”

“Funny. See, I remember you telling me to get out and never come back when I was 17. So, as far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a family.” You pick up the pack of cookies you bought and you push your chair back to stand, “And, I’m a pretty genial person. I make friends really easy.”

“So, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying lose my number or I’m going to report all of you for harassment.” You start to walk away, but then pause, “I hope you all have the day you deserve.” And then you leave the cafe, your comm already in your hands so you can update Sev.

“I just had a friend break-up.”

Sev’s response is immediate, “Scorch’s boy toy works as a mechanic on the lower levels, he’s also a swoop bike racer. Scorch thinks the two of you will be good friends. Fixer’s girl is a tattoo artist who also lives and works on the lower levels.”

“Are you just trying to make sure that I’m friends with your brothers’ partners?”

Sev doesn’t reply for a moment, “...look, I’m planning on forever with you. That’ll be easier if you get along with my brothers’ forevers too.”

All of the weight from the conversation with your ex friends and your ex parents lifts from your chest as you read his comment, “Well, in that case, yes.”

“...what?”

“That was a proposal, wasn’t it? Yes.”

Sev doesn’t respond for long enough that you think another fight must have started, but just before you step into your apartment, your comm chimes, “In the bottom drawer of my bedside table.”

“Where you keep your kinky stuff?”

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Can’t help it.”

“Yeah, yeah. ANYWAY. There’s a present for you under the book.”

“Ooh?”

“Since we’re going to get married, you should probably wear it.”

“Sev! Did you get me a ring?!”

“Don’t be silly. With what money?”

“Boo.”

“I made you a ring.”

“Oh, that’s so much better! I’m never going to take it off. You’re mine now.”

“I’ve been yours, cyare. That ring just makes it legal. I gotta go kill some bugs. Stay safe.”

“As safe as I can.”

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[aesthetic-bbyg]

(Smut) Loser!Luke…

who thinks your just another camper. Just another girl, normal, albeit very pretty, but normal. You prance around camp with a kind smile, wave at those you know, even at him sometimes. Nothing that makes you too special that would distract Luke from his duties.

You’re just another camper.

Or so he thought, completely unaware of the truth. The innocent, pretty girl that resided in the Hermes cabin, yet to be claimed, had a dirty secret. He discovered it purely on accident, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. When he pushed the cabin door open that morning, discovering that you were missing from the daily head count, his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

There you were, shirtless, a tight pair of low jeans stretched out as you bent over to collect the obnoxiously bright orange camp shirt that you’d discarded earlier in the night. The sound of the door being open made you immediately stand up straight, turning around as you gasped and covered your chest. Feigning a wide eyed look once you noticed who it was standing in the doorframe. Allowing a faux embarrassed look to paint your feature as he stuttered out an apology and shut the door.

Though he couldn’t get it out of his head, the sight of the black ink etched carefully on your lower back. A tramp stamp decorating your skin, half of it hidden under the jeans you wore, he wanted to slap himself for being so disgusting. The fact that it was the first thing he noticed because he was gawking at your bent over ass.

He had to collect himself. Who was he, the leader of the Hermes cabin, if he was over here, a flustering mess and potentially growing an uncomfortable bulge in his pants over what? A tattoo? He’s seen some of the campers his age with them, it’s not like it was a new thing. Perhaps it was the placement of the ink, the fact it was only visible to him through an intimate moment. He swallowed thickly, brushing a way the thoughts when he heard the door click open, slowly watching as you stepped out.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in on you like that—“ The boy mentally slapped himself for babbling like an idiot, he definitely knew that his cheeks were embarrassingly pink.

“It’s totally okay, Luke.” You giggled, a smirk playing on your lips as you patted his shoulder, letting it slide down his arm slowly. You’re voice so soft and gentle, yet antagonizing. You began walking towards the others of the Hermes cabin, your eyes staying connected to his until you were fully turned away.

He just watched your figure as you disappeared into the crowd, swallowing back once more as he felt his mouth dry up. You seemed so slick, unlike the image of you he’d built in his mind. You were a sweetie, a pitifully innocent new girl that was just barley getting the grip on this whole camp life within the first month of your arrival. And yet, that smirk, and the shirt? Did you purposefully cut it up so that it was more cropped.

When he’d finally found the strength to step forward, cautiously, almost like he was learning to walk again, he found you within the crowd. The bottom of the shirt looked to be messily torn up, some parts uneven, so you did cut it up. It did it’s job of revealing your midriff, just enough so he got a glance at a gleaming stone that pierced your belly button.

Gods.

You really weren’t like anything he’d imagined, but it only made his pants even more uncomfortable. Luke couldn’t hold it any longer. Desperately, he was covering himself shamefully as he scurried back to Hermes cabin like a deer running away at the sound of a twig snapping. He needed to relieve himself before he thought of presenting himself to the others.

It was humiliating , Luke thought to himself. Having to jerk off because you. The stupid image of you shirtless, bent over. What if he was standing behind you while you were in that same position? Bent over a bed, maybe? Him just pounding you from the back as he got full view of that tramp stamp that stained your skin. It made Luke moan like a pathetic loser, which he was was, but it didn’t make it any less humiliating.

It was all part of your devious planning. To get him this vulnerable, it only took one move and it was like dominos falling perfectly atop of each other. Just a singular sight you shirtless and it had the poor boy bucking into his fist. You would’ve loved to have an image to the noises you were hearing as you pressed your ear up against the cabin door. But of course, as you twisted the doorknob, the same creak that unveiled Luke’s presence earlier that morning, ultimately revealed you entering the cabin.

Luke immediately sat up, wide eyed and hurrying to cover himself with a blanket or pillow. It was a faint sense of deja vu, now the roles reversed. You shut the door, smirking softly as you approached the bed. The boy looked up at you like a innocent little thing that could do no wrong.

“Need a hand?”

[sideysvault]

𓍼ོ Ad Astra Per Aspera 𓍼ོ (PT. 6)

Knowing Evil

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

wc: 1757k

Tags: [sfw] Arranged marriage, mature themes, angst, coldness, enemies to lovers, eventual fluff and smut, family drama, Aegon being Aegon, more comedic and lighthearted than usual.

Full Series masterlist here. read part seven.

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Seeing him stumble out of the venue was almost saddening. He had a rather ghostly look; Sunken eyes, yellowish skin and the most greasy hair she had ever seen. The Princess did not appreciate the King, but God, was he a pitiful watch. 

The Silk Street themselves were as dirty as usual, the mixture of booze, vomit, and oil scents coming from the brothel made a rather strong contrast with the cool, light air of the night. 

Upon recognizing her, Aegon almost immediately felt a sense of shock and disbelief, what was she doing here? Was his obnoxiously righteous sister-in-law conducting an illicit affair? This exciting new prospect was immediately rendered boring once he noticed the boxes in her hands. 

Aegon was a seasoned drinker, you see, and even if he could not walk properly, he could still talk with only a small hint of his indisposition “Ah, so you are the one dressing whores and bastards in expensive silk.” 

He laughed at her, like a child would, apparently finding her charity efforts endlessly amusing. Aegon then stumbled his way out of the door to give her an unrequited side hug. The Princess, disgusted by his drunken smell, swiftly spanked his hand away from her shoulders. 

Probably too inebriated to be offended, he halfheartedly let out a “You dare put hands on me?”. 

The Princess had way more pressing matters than to entertain the drunken failure that broke her husband’s heart. So, deciding to ignore him, especially with the knowledge that this was the only night that the kind and discrete guard was on duty, she made her way to the entrance of the brothel. Even if they were not particularly close, Prince Aemond’s disheveled look and poignant sincere shame still haunted her.  

Going out of the walls in the depths of dawn had become a routine occurrence in her life. After all, she never felt like she was in any real danger, as no one ever recognized her as a member of the court, and her initial travels to the orphanage and interactions with the whores, —most of whom were the mothers of said orphans—, had always appreciated the bread, toys and garments. It made her felt secure and loosely protected. While she could not account for the actions of strange men, she felt fairly confident that she would not be violently harmed in any form. 

Nevertheless, as she was handing out the boxed goods, she felt a pinch of concern about the King being confused for someone of a lower rank and robbed. Or perhaps, even worse, being recognized as the majesty himself and causing further damage to his already crumbling image. The Princess quickly apologized to the Madam for not having the courtesy of overseeing the donation herself, but the woman cackled at Aegon’s arguably pathetic state and nodded, dismissing the situation as an understandable one. 

What the hell was he doing without company anyway? The improper behavior, being alone, clearly mentally disturbed —Although, she supposed that it was his natural state—. Would it be really that cruel to leave him to fend for himself? 

Aegon had brought it upon himself, after all. And the affair could provide further fodder for scandal-mongering pamphleteers and common folk, already keen on portraying the King as a corrupt brute. Ever since the cruel public hanging of the Rat Catchers —Which both her and her husband had vehemently opposed to—, The King had left them more vulnerable than ever. Beset by severe food shortages, weighed down by taxes, resentful of royal absolutism and inspired by the Black's enticing old world ways, people were growing increasingly vocal in their demands for change. But Gods, she could not overlook the cruelty he had inflicted upon her husband, and the unfounded mockery that mirrored the barbarian judgement she had suffered as well. But she guessed she could not have The King wandering the streets in these troubling times. Fuck. 

Having made her mind, she walked towards him and intertwined her arm with his, ignoring his disgusting state, she began to guide him towards the Walls. 

“Come on, Aegon The Magnanimous, let’s get you to rest”. 

He smirked through his teeth, but sternly spat out, “Do not mock me, woman.”

A wide smile appeared on her lips. He was even more useless than usual, and weirdly non-confrontational. 

——

“Do not tell Heleana. She will most certainly tell mother, who is even more sanctimonious than you are.” 

That is what took. The Princess decided to take him to one of the guest chambers instead of his own. She was now considerably less amused with the situation, as she had guessed that the walk to the castle would sober him up completely, but little seemed to have changed in his demeanor. 

She sighed as she pushed him to the bed. He could really become a liability. For all she knew, Aegon could choke on his own vomit and perish, just as her uncle did. And, as much as she would like that to happen, she certainly knew that it would be morally wrong to allow it. Even if he was nothing more than a white-haired bastard of a demon. 

And so she gave him water to drink, and washed his face and neck with cold water to help his mind come out of the fog. She must have made it evident on her face, or perhaps even in that shitty state he had been able to ready it from her gaze. Just as the Princess got up to fetch some clean clothes for him to change into before sleep, he said, “I did not ask for this”.

She impulsively rolled her eyes, immediately recognizing what he was referring to. Her husband had asked for it, but no one answered his prayers. And Gods, she may have been asked for it herself, if she was born a man. 

Oh Aegon, arrogant and self-indulgent man. Why was it that the sad, defeated portrayal of him managed to pander to her tender heart? Despite all the advantages of his birthright, his little self-worth and faith and self-isolating behavior would probably be the demise of him. 

“I know. I know you didn’t”. She wasn’t sure if she was saying this to Aegon, or maybe she was trying to soothe herself into accepting that he was —partially— correct. 

“I see how you look at me. You, fuck, you are just like him.” The Princess also immediately understood who he was talking about. And she knew for a fact that Aemond did feel that way about his brother. 

“That is not the case, Your Grace.”

Aegon moaned in exasperation. He grabbed the nearest pillow and sloppily threw it near her, not even trying to hit his target, a childish tantrum. 

“Stop calling me that, I feel your ridicule every time you say it”

The Princess finally found the spare clothing in a drawer, and gave it to him as she turned away to face the wall. She actually did felt a pinch of regret upon hearing his words.

While he changed, with took a painful amount of time, the girl could hear him mumbling “I have no wish to rule. No taste for duty, I will find a ship and sail away, never to be found”.

Partially worried, as soon as he said he was done, she turned around to find a poorly dressed man. Apparently, Aegon could not deal with the trouble of buttons right this second.

After giving it some thought, afraid and cautious, she got closer to him to fix the mess he had made on his shirt. He still smelled of alcohol and smoke, but the odor was mainly contained in the floor, coming from his old clothing. He looked better. She thought for a moment before saying what had been plaguing her mind ever since she saw him. 

“It is imperative for you to think of your family, of your sister”. 

He nodded, once, twice, and then a third time for good measure. Annoyed, yet again, it was Aegon´s time to slap her hands away from his chest. The Princess furrowed her brows at the sight of the remaining four buttons she hadn’t been able to fix. 

“I know. I fucking know. Do you think I am too stupid to notice?”. 

She furrowed her brows even more and turned her gaze upwards, to look into his eyes. He was angry at her now, and his eyes looked teary. The King approached her, cornering the girl into the wall. His eyes turned an even darker shade of blue, now suddenly sober; crude, as he continued “That oh, so poor, so innocent Heleana will certainly become a scapegoat for nearly everything that is wrong with the dynasty? That she will be condemned simply for being my wife?. Just as my son was?”.

She hummed. She guessed the King wasn’t as much of a brute as she had thought. Her heart had compassionate inclinations that all the Targaryen seemed to be able to exploit, after all. The mention of Jaehaerys had the power to hurt even herself, and she had known the boy for only a few months. Heleana had always told her that despite his flaws, Aegon was still a proper father to his children. He must still be endlessly heartbroken. Burning in grief. She grabbed his hands and looked at him in the eye with an honesty that made him deeply uncomfortable.

“Aegon, look, perhaps you are the most significant example in which destiny will, at times, pluck a man, and with a commanding hand, have them overstep the bounds of their capacities.”

She knew that he will always remain a fervent supporter of absolute royal power. And, of course, an unrepentant enemy of the Blacks ideals, unable to compromise.

If that is to be so, he could at least conduct himself with some sense of valor and honor.

Aegon seemed taken aback by her words, taking a few beats to process what she had just said. 

And then laughed in her face and told her to fuck off. She exhaled, irritated, and convinced him to puke into a bucket for good measure. She quickly informed him she was off to sleep for whatever was the rest of the night. 

The Princess could’ve sworn she heard a ‘thank you’ coming from The King's lips as she was leaving. But it could not have been, as she turned around and saw him quietly rest his drunkenness off. 

It must have been a particular noise produced by the wind. 

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Notes: Two in a row? Lets goo

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐎𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞… 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 [𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: maid!Blade??? x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, spanking, cokworming, delaying orgasm.

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

It just so happened that today is my birthday, so I decided to please both you and myself with a little yummy. I may have been on Tumblr not so long ago, but in fact I have been writing for quite a long time and it will never cease to bring me pleasure, so I'm incredibly happy that I can now share my creativity with others. This is the best gift I can imagine ( 〃▽〃) I hope my texts in english are at least a little closer to what I write in the original, and you don't experience discomfort while reading. Bon appetit!<3

— Everything is absolutely honest! We had an argument, or have you already forgotten? — you smile slyly, poking Blade's nose into his sad and bitter defeat.

He clears his throat, seemingly confused, looking at the menacingly red inscription «Defeat» on the screen of his smartphone.

— When did you learn to play so well?

— Ahem! — you're pouting. — How dare you, I always beat you. Well, almost…

— Did you play with the Silver Wolf?

Your lips open before you find something to say. His insight is so annoying sometimes.

— I-it doesn't matter! The main thing is that now you can start fulfilling my wish, as we agreed.

Blade sighs resignedly, throwing the phone on the table and crossing his arms over his chest.

— Just don't be silly.

— Hey! There was no such condition, I can wish anything I want.

Blade's lips pursed, his eyes closed, as he mentally cursed the minute he signed up for this stupid argument.

— Just don't even think about shirking your obligations anymore, justifying yourself by saying that your wounds haven't healed yet. I fell for it once, but it won't work twice! — you pout your lips and put your fists on your sides, giving your offended expression on your face a bit of severity. — So, I want to…

✧ ✧ ✧

— Where did you even get… this?

Blade discontentedly lifts up the hem of a long black dress along with a white apron, looking with disgust at the mesh tights hugging his legs while you are messing around from behind, helping him tighten the black satin bow on his back. You could have chosen anything as punishment, but he couldn't even think that you could ask for something so humiliating as to make him wear that ugly maid dress and tights that make him feel like a whore on call.

— I used to have to work part-time in a maid cafe, — your voice seems to darken from unpleasant memories. — I wanted to throw away this form, but I think I found a better use for it! — only Blade wanted to give you an understanding silence, but instead he lets out another exasperated sigh when you are overflowing with enthusiasm again.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice how Blade lets go of the hem of the dress with displeasure, again hiding his legs from your field of view. In fact, all this time your gaze was riveted to the muscular calves covered with mesh fabric. It seemed to you that… Sexy?

— And now what? — Blade turns around, angrily crossing his arms over his chest and seemingly looking away in embarrassment. If someone else were in your place, this person could have lost his head the second he voiced this humiliating request. But it was you. In fact, he is too greedy for your puppy dog eyes, constantly begging him to commit absolutely senseless follies, to which for some reason he continues to agree.

— Hm-m, actually, I wanted to arrange a real photo shoot for you, so that after sharing this treasure with Kafka and the Wolf! — you're really testing his patience. — But…

You stumble over the words when the image of his sexy legs, perfectly covered with vulgar tights, pops up in your mind again. It's ridiculous even for you. Initially, your request was just a way to tease your amazingly patient lover once again, but now you are desperately trying to fight the heat that treacherously spreads through your body every time you look down, unconsciously continuing to touch his back even when the satin bow has long been tightly tightened, elegantly emphasizing the curve of Blade's waist in an already tight dress. You glance cautiously over his shoulder, noticing how the black fabric hugs his chest, threatening to tear to shreds as soon as he takes a deep breath. However, you've always wondered how his own raincoat holds that muscular chest with the help of two pathetic buttons trembling with tension, but you weren't completely sure if your old uniform could withstand such pressure.

— But? — a low velvety voice, permeated with impatience, pulls you out of your thoughts and seems to bring you out of a deep trance when you notice how your fingers are gently pressed into the fabric of a tight dress.

— Damn, — you sigh softly, sitting down fatally and clinging to the hem of a lush black skirt.

Blade warily turns his head in your direction, watching you straighten up again, pulling the black fabric up to his waist and exposing a humiliating picture hidden under a skirt that he would like to never see again.

— What are you doing? — he wants to turn around and finally put you in your place, hoping that this will accelerate the approach of the long-awaited moment when this stupid outfit will leave his body forever.

But he remains motionless.

As if paralyzed, he sharply exhales air from his lungs when he feels your palms slide up from his shins, lingering on his muscular thighs. Tiny fingers press into tense muscles and Blade feels even more confused and annoyed. You're groping his body so brazenly, making him feel vulnerable, as if he's being blatantly harassed right now.

— I never would have thought that this dress would suit you so well… I'm sorry, I can't help myself, — you say breathlessly, while your fingers continue to possessively squeeze, massage and stroke his thighs through the stretched threads of tights. The tips of your fingers playfully slip under the thin mesh to feel the warmth of his body even more and explore every soft scar covering his legs.

Blade is distraught. Although you have always been the one who clearly dominates him morally in your relationship, physically he has always taken over, controlling everything that happens within your bedroom, and sometimes outside it. And now you've made him numb from the symphony of opposites raging in his chest. He wanted to grab your cheeky wrists and turn around, pressing your body into the wall behind, he wanted to dig into your lips with a rough kiss and remind you that it's his hands that should master every curve of your body, but he also wanted you not to stop.

Blade's chest heaves, threatening to tear the fabric stretched to the limit, as a heavy sigh escapes from his throat. One of your palms abruptly switches to his groin, groping for a surprisingly firm erection. His cock twitches in your palm, and your lips stretch in a smug grin. Blade remains silent, but if you could see his face now, you would be able to capture in your memory the most delightful aggressively embarrassed expression. He is literally shaking from the fact that his body reacts so treacherously to what is happening.

— I feel that you had to like it, but it should have been a punishment, — you rise on your toes to reach his neck, pressing your lips into the throbbing curve, leaving a wet kiss on the skin heated with embarrassment before pulling away.

Blade was almost ready to whine at the way the warmth of your hand left his hard organ, but instead his jaws close and he growls, turning around to you just in time for you to kneel down, climbing under the hem of a full skirt and pulling tights over his legs. He would have almost staggered back if it weren't for the grip of your hands, now pressing into his tight thighs again. Blade's lips open, threatening to pour out on you all the discontent swirling on the tip of his tongue, but he immediately swallows any curse that pops up in his thoughts when the warmth of your mouth envelops his needy cock. You dig into him so greedily, squeezing the throbbing flesh with soft lips, swallowing him deeper and deeper with each new movement of your head, ignoring any vomiting. For some reason, right now, seeing Blade like this, a passionate desire has awakened in you to make him moan sweetly to the wet sounds of your lips sliding over his hard erection.

It's so hard for him to breathe. The thick fabric tightens his chest tightly whenever he holds back another velvet growl escaping from his throat. He's so damn mad at you for making him feel so insecure and pathetic, but your narrow throat squeezes so deliciously around his girth while you recklessly take him whole, desperate to please him, that your persistence even amuses Blade. Right now he just wanted to see your face under that irritatingly long skirt, blocking him from any view of what was happening under it.

— Damn… remember that you brought it to this.

The muscles of his chest are straining to the limit, tearing the fabric that was desperately held to the last, finally allowing him to breathe and move normally. Blade pulls down the hem of your skirt, grabbing you by the hair and forcing you to your feet. His eyes meet yours, blinking in discouragement in response to his fierce gaze, as if you are a little guilty kitten who was picked up by the scruff of the neck.

— It seems to me that this stupid outfit has misled you that you can have any control over me.

— Ho-oh, wasn't it like that when you got turned on just because I squeezed your thighs? — you finally regain your former confidence by fearlessly mocking him. — By the way, although I have never worn these clothes, it was not necessary to tear them! – you look with sadness at the fabric that has parted on his chest, sadly realizing the fact that next time you will not be able to get him to wear this dress again. But your disappointment did not settle in your heart for too long when your gaze fell on the heaving voluminous chest, strewn with scars, which did not cease to cause this sweet heat in the bottom of your stomach, no matter how many times you had not seen it before.

— Shut up. You're going to pay for the fact that I had to wear these disgusting things at all, — Blade literally spits out these words before turning you around to face the wall, still painfully winding your hair around his fist. The air is knocked out of your lungs as soon as your chest and cheek meet a hard surface, and you gasp at the unexpected change of roles.

Your underwear instantly descends to your ankles, and the miniature skirt lifts up, revealing to Blade a view of your ass, the flesh of which instantly turns red from the lashing blow of his heavy palm. You flinch, and a cry of pain bursts from your throat when his blows are repeated over and over again, while his other hand releases your hair just to tinker with the fluffy skirt of a ridiculous suit. You can only hear the rustling of the fabric and the light ringing sound from his earring, swaying with each new blow. Burning with irritation and animal excitement, scarlet eyes notice the shiny moisture flowing down your trembling thighs. You've always been so greedy for any manifestation of his absolute dominance over your body that it's even touching.

The unnerving fabric rolls down on his belt and his hips immediately move forward, forcing you to press into the wall even harder from the delicious feeling of stretching and fullness when his hard cock easily plunges into your insides. Any hint of disobedience leaves your thoughts as soon as his hips begin to whiplash against your ass, forcing you to jump from each painful blow of his penis entering you all the way.

— Next time you'll think twice before forcing me to do something equally humiliating, — hoarse moans come out of Blade's chest as his strong fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass, holding you in place, tightly pressed against the wall.

You feel the knot at the bottom of your stomach trembling and tightening, bringing you closer to the edge of your pleasure. His cock tirelessly stretches your walls that are contracting around his girth, ruthlessly cutting into the cervix every time his hips move forward, making you feel a hellish mixture of pain and pleasure that drives you crazy. You can almost see the bright light blurring your eyes when his movements suddenly stop with the last deep thrust, leaving his throbbing cock in the depths of your walls spasming in the coming orgasm. The blood is wildly accelerating through the veins that wrap around this divine member, which cruelly stopped all movements, forcing you to feel pleasant pulsations that keep you on the edge of the abyss, but not allowing you to step forward.

— B-Blade, please!.. — you whine, sobbing softly and making pathetic attempts to move your hips, which are immediately stopped by his stone grip on your buttocks.

— What is it? — Blade's voice is laced with annoying complacency. — Are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to continue?

— Yes!

— Then I guess you'll have to ask properly.

His chest rises and falls with each heavy sigh. He can see tears of despair welling up in your eyes as you squirm and squirm in his grip, trying to regain at least a little stimulation.

— P-please…

— What? I didn't hear you.

His heavy palm meets your ass again, pulling a pitiful cry out of your throat. You sob, transparent beads of tears roll down your cheeks.

— What is it? Are you speechless already?

One more blow and then his free palm wraps around your throat, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his gaze as Blade looms over you, gazing intently at the mixture of despair and pain painted on your face.

— Please, Blade, please! I want so much… I want to cum, please…

The moment of his silence, while he reveled in the way your voice cracked, breaking into sobs, lasted like an eternity.

— Good girl.

You didn't have time to realize that, it seems, Blade finally heard what he wanted, as his hips again set the same ruthless pace, crashing into you at breakneck speed. His earring swayed with a soft tinkle from each sharp push, merging with the sounds of his hoarse growl and your stifled moans of pleasure. Blade could feel your walls squeezing his cock tight again, resisting every violent movement tearing your insides apart. His movements became careless, the rhythm lost, turning into a blind pursuit of his own pleasure.

This sweet feeling overwhelms your body again and your nails are pressed into a hard wall in despair. You could feel his cock swell and shudder inside, and the hoarse growl breaks into quiet moans. With the last careless but hard and rough thrusts, Blade tightens his grip on your buttocks, immediately leaving bruises on your skin under the pads of his fingers before bursting out of your insides, leaving you to spasm around emptiness as an intense orgasm covers you. Your ass, red from blows, as well as the hem of the skirt crumpled on Blade's belt, are splashed with sticky hot streams of sperm. You go limp, kneeling on the floor, when he finally lets go of your throat and hips, catching his breath after his climax.

Both of you are breathing heavily, trying to come to your senses again. You lazily rest your palms against the wall, trying to get to your feet, and finally turn around to Blade. When you came up with such a humiliating punishment for him, you could not even think that you would ever see something as beautiful as what now appeared before your eyes. The sweat-damp strands of Blade's long bangs stuck to his forehead, misty fiery eyes stare at you from under heavy half-closed eyelids, his chest rises and falls in time with his ragged breathing, peeking out of a torn black fabric and a crumpled white apron that has slipped off one of his shoulders, and the skirt is still pulled up at the waist decorated with white spots, exposing to you a view of his semi-hard penis, slightly trembling in his palm, trembling legs and stretched mesh tights, concertina gathered at the level of his ankles. Now you are literally speechless, finding this sight so beautiful that it will forever be imprinted in the subcortex of your memory.

Blade sighs heavily before lazily sinking onto the sofa behind him.

— Now this disgusting costume is finally ruined, what a pity, — his lips slightly stretch in a barely noticeable smile.

His words seem to bring you out of deep hypnosis, bringing you to your senses again. You straighten up, shifting your gaze from his hips to his smug expression on his face.

— It's okay, I'll buy a new one for next time, especially for you!

Someday he'll just strangle you while you're sleeping soundly.

[plethoraworldatlas]

Anthony Po's video is worse than you thought

This video actually looks at and breaks down Anthony Po's infamous video in deep detail and wow is it worse than JUST recording sexual activities without consent.

Starts with revealing that Anthony made a fake "furry identity" where his idea of what a furry is was a raging classist, sexist, ableist fatophobe who was very much a "annoying autistic" caricature from 2000s "humor".

He also decided it was a funny joke to make said fake furry influencer a registered sex offender and zoophile ("joking" about how he wasn't allowed near schools and making a whole TikTok where the "joke" was him stalking a man because he wanted to assault his dog)

Probably Used AI generated images for the "art" he had of his fake character

Bought an incredibly affordable for what it was pre-made fursuit and just spent the whole video talking trash on it and the maker and artist of it

Talked zero about any art or artists he "used". In fact, he didn't speak about the art side of furry Fandom AT ALL

The whole video is filled with 2000s Homophobia and not once does he mention the amount of LGBT+ furries or even says the word gay at all, despite the fact the entire goal of the video is violating the privacy of LGBT people and recording their sex acts for sensationalism.

He mentions once how a large part of the Fandom is neurodivergent, but in a way that sounds like "haha, the reason they're all cringe weirdos is because they're mental". Also dips into Homophobia and infantilizing neurodivergent LGBT people

He pretends to join a famous furry news site to get a con press pass, ghosts the news team after one email, uses their badge to get people to let him interview them, takes credit for a feelgood article he didn't write, generally disrespects the new site he took advantage of for their reputation

Speaking of, he interviewed people (again posing as a trusted journalist) but cut out nearly all the interviews about the Fandom because people weren't giving him what he wanted (he wanted to play a scare cord when someone said something sexual but no one did because obviously) so he skips by all of it except the parts he makes fun of for being neurodivergent people

He tries out for the dance competition, solely because he needs a B plot for his video and he thinks it will get him invited to "sex parties", doesn't practice at all, is shocked he doesn't make it, then crashes the competition anyway to utter silence of the crowd and doesn't even watch other dancers and just leaves the con after

Another thing is him constantly conflating "room parties" the sexual thing he treats like a big secret and is looking to film, and any kind of furry event or party whatsoever. So he treats all furry events like they're sex events in editing. Trying to make it seem like there's no divide between sfw and NSFW events

He flat out LIES about Con dealers den policy to make it seem like Kids are gonna see porn because THINK OF THE CHILDREN (LITERALLY AN UNIRONICALLY). Literally lies and says "8 year Olds can just go to the dealers den and buy porn" when in reality you need ID and a badge (which also requires ID) to get into, the dealer who's product they show off having obvious +18 markers on everything

Homophobia looking at obviously gay porn magazines

Passes out tacky "invite me to sex party" business cards, at the end of the video announces he's selling them (at ridiculous prices). Said sales of leftover cards would more than surpass the amount of money he donated to the Trevor project as an "apology". He also made the video a charity video to deflect blame, even though it has generated zero donations other than what he donated and not addressing the actual issues with the video

Asks to be part of Gay group chats planning the parties he is after and is Homophobic and surprised they are gay and talk about sex. Mock people's bodies and nudes and is disgusted by gay sexuality as a joke.

Jokes about how he's gonna be molested/forced by "older predators" when he actually goes to the parties for consensual sex. "Gays are predators/groomers and rapists" Homophobia abound

recording a room party without consent, using the footage to have an animated verison created for his video

Recording a room party with consent for personal private viewing, BUT NOT CONSENT TO BE USED IN A PUBLIC YOUTUBE VIDEO. This is the video he shows in the original video

Pretending to wrap the video up with a feel good message, despite literally everything he did being shit

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

I'm sorry for the way I acted and spoke.

No ifs, and, or buts about it. Not gonna try to justify the way I acted.

I was aggressive and uncouth, and I know I definitely hurt people, if nothing else, by being aggressive.

I didn't mean to start a "witch hunt" on any of the blogs involved in the screenshot post, including @soapskneebrace , @groguspicklejar and @glossysoap .

But I know that I *am* guilty of causing a commotion and causing people to view those blogs in a bad light.

I deeply regret the fact I was aggressive, that I caused a commotion/"witch hunt" and that I basically "broadcasted" a bad image of these blogs to my followers (and anyone else who saw my account/posts on the dashboard).

That was wrong of me and I won't try to justify it for any reason. I was blinded by my hurt, but that doesn't make what I did any better, nor does it suddenly make me innocent.

This makes me a gigantic hypocrite, because I did not realize, in my anger/revolt, that I was guilty of doing to these blogs the same thing I was accusing them of doing to Myka.

I apologize if my actions caused anyone to go harass any of the three of you and, especially, the ones that have had to turn off their anon asks, because I assume you got some hate as well. I didn't intend to encourage anyone to speak to you in a disrespectful way, if that was the case.

I don't think any of the blogs involved are bad people. I don't think they're evil. I only wanted them to recognize a bad behavior. Their behavior doesn't suddenly make them bad people. They made a mistake. And I don't want any one of them to think I believe they're a bad person.

My actions came from a place of hurt, worry, and, especially, frustration, at the belief that someone (Myka) who was already not doing well mentally was shown so much disgust and hatred that they were driven to a point of harming themselves for it.

Not just that, but it also frightened me, very much so, to see people be so callous about someone taking their life. I felt like those blogs should take accountability because realistically their actions still hurt another human being. But that doesn't mean they/you deserve harassment or to be treated poorly.

I would also like to add that Gaz erasure *is* a real thing and I whole-heartedly agree that there are plenty of situations of that in the fandom. Have seen them myself and even Activision often excludes Gaz from their own materials. I don't support Gaz erasure in any way.

My hashtag was in poor taste and I know it can and likely will be taken out of context. I enjoy Gaz as a character, love him, and did not intend to ever make it seem like I ever believed Gaz erasure didn't exist. My hashtag, however, spreads a harmful narrative and viewpoint that I don't believe. That is not what I meant when I used it but it is what ended up happening, and for that I'm deeply ashamed.

All I was trying to do with the hashtag was call attention to the misinterpretation of the original post, because it was never meant to exclude Gaz in the first place. The hashtag wasn't meant to say Gaz erasure doesn't exist.

I understand how disgusting that tag is and how easily it can/will be misconstrued, as well as the fact it will give way for bad people to say bad/toxic things about Gaz as a character. I will be deleting the hashtag off all my posts and I appreciate wholeheartedly that you all called me out on my use of that hashtag. You were all correct, and my behavior was wrong.

That being said, I try to be an honest person. I'm not gonna delete any of the posts I made, nor any of the asks I've answered, much less the first post I made explaining my actions. I don't think it would be fair or right of me to delete them and wash my hands of them or act like it didn't happen. I want to be held accountable for this. It happened, I'm sorry, and I'm not going to delete them and hide.

Finally, you're free to call me gullible for believing sheheal when it comes to Myka's death, and I will embrace that, because I'd rather have stood by them and have it be proven to not be true/be a hoax, versus not have stood by them and have it be proven true and feel like I was complicit in it. I know it's selfish of me to want to ease my conscious or feel less guilt, but I don't want to be a cynic about someone's death or pain.

I hope you're all okay, this was not an easy situation to deal with, for anyone involved and I hope you all have support systems in place and ways of clearing your heads. I hope you're all healthy and safe.

All of you are welcome to reach out to me if you need to. We can discuss it more because none of us acted alone and I don't want any of you to feel alone.

[rainfali]

can you do vanitas x bpd reader who needs reassurance? thank you so much !

"You're flawed, but you're loved."

{TW: mentions of self harm and suicide, mention of blood.} (Author's note at the end.)

You're worthless. You're nothing. You're disgusting. Rapid hits met your leg as you sat up against the bed, the room tarnished as too many emotions bubbled up inside: anxiety, anger, sadness, guilt. Too many emotions for one body. The urges to sink nails into your skin, to take the sharpest object and cut your skin, and let the crimson liquid pour out, the desire to harm your own being was strong. Do it. You deserve it. It would be better for everyone if you were gone. Your thoughts were disrupted by a knock and the sound of a creaking door. "Chère, You won't believe what has happened—Oh." The familiar black-haired man stopped short of speaking, taking into account the wrecked room and the clearly not-doing-so-well you. "What appears to be the matter, Chère?" Vanitas started off with a more gentle approach, cautiously walking over to take the spot right next to you. Sure, Vanitas wasn't the best when it came to comfort; Noe was probably way better at this than he was, but he was trying. He listened as you ranted(you can decide on what you were talking about,) stopping your hand as it tried picking at your skin and distracted it by keeping both of your hands in his, his thumb gently tracing over your knuckles. Though a few times, you smacked his hands away, sudden change in not wanting to be touched to then apologizing for hitting his hands and letting him hold them again. When you were done, he hadn't let go, hadn't stopped listening through it all. "I see...Well, it's alright to feel overwhelmed, Dear. And no, feeling this way doesn't make you a burden, not at all." Vanitas said, holding your hands in a (purposely) weak grip, just in case if you suddenly don't want to be touched again. "Here, let's get you some water, and because I am so generous, I'll allow you to cuddle with me." Because that's comforting, right? He thought as he helped you stand up and move you to the bed, loosely wrapping his coat around you, after taking it off, before he went to pour you a glass of water. It didn't take him more than a minute to do so and to become, taking the spot right next to you as he gave you the cup. He made sure you didn't chug the drink down; it would be terrible if one of the people he distrusted the least choked. "Oh, And don't worry about the mess. Noe can clean that up." Vanitas said as he took the glass when you were done, setting it off to the side on the bedside table. He then gently, and with as much as care as someone like him could make, moved to let you lie with him on the bed, even let you lay your head on his chest with, again, a loose arm over you just in case. No sudden moves, just an attempted way to be soft and patient. "It's okay, Chère, your emotions are valid. And nobody thinks of you any less because of them, 'Kay?" He spoke, using his hand rest on your head, maybe play with a strand or two. "Not me, Not Noe, not even Baldy. So please, don't think of yourself any less."

(Here ya go!^^ I tried my hardest to research about it and learn. As someone who doesn't have it, I don't know much about it or the struggles you guys go through for those who do have BPD, so I don't know how well I did to portray it, hence why it's short too. Any feedback would be much appreciated. Though this might be the only fanfic I'll write with a mental illness as I'm not the best at writing them, maybe or maybe not,. And to whoever reads this, know that you are very much loved, and I hope you have a Good day/night! (>^v^)>🩵) (For the image)

[thechibilitwick]

going on a tangent about stupid little milgram details that are probably unimportant or wrong yippee

one detail i like is how side character lack features or are different from the focus character, and what it actually means in each MV. The reasoning can vary from character to character, but the general idea is that it's supposed to emphasize their role in the character's eyes and also changes the level of humanness(?) they have. (idk it's hard to phrase)

two really good examples of this are muu and kazui's MVs.

in After Pain, the only other character besides muu who has a full set of facial features is her classmate rei. Every other character is seen without eyes, which let's the audience understand how muu believed her actions were perceived without actually making the background characters feel 'human' or 'real'. Rei having no alterations also implies the importance of her to muu, and also might be muu trying to tell the audience "hey look, with the way she looked and was acting, i had no other choice right?" (muu enjoyers apologies if i'm reading into this wrong i'm not too invested into her character i just really like after pain)

then we move on to INMF, where her previously eyeless classmates have now turned into bug people, while rei remains unchanged. Her classmates being subordinate bugs while she's the queen represent how she views them as 'below' her. Her classmates also do appear as they looked in AP, but here their appearance seems more to represent how their importance to muu kinda boils down to social image and validation (or smth like that). Rei is still rei, and we see her looking on at muu and her group with disgust, we see her dead again, and then at the end we see her decided to fight back. I need to get more into muu, cuz damn her relationship with rei really is interesting considering the fact that her appearance doesn't alter at all whatsoever. Like damn what was their relationship actually like?

in Half, there are only three side characters shown: hinako, the bartender, and the lady from the bar. And oddly enough, the only one with an actual face is the lady. Both hinako and the bartender lack facial features (mainly their eyes). Considering that half is more or less kazui lamenting on his mistakes that led to hinako's death, it'd make sense he'd want to kinda 'block out' anything related to the incident. Which if that's the case, it implies the bartender had enough significance for kazui to want to 'block out' (haha gay) while the lady didn't and thus she's just as is. (so it's kinda like the opposite of muu in a way?)

moving on to Cat, hinako has a face now! (and she's really cute!!) No one else does, though. This is most likely to emphasize how kazui's focus has now shifted from the sadness and grief of the entire ordeal to why and how everything came to be. Hinako herself is basically in the center of it all, being the victim to kazui's deceit, so it'd make sense that we'd get to see her emotions (tho it's from kazui's perspective). Hinako being happy throughout kazui's lying and only turning to shock and distress when kazui is honest is most likely just kazui trying to tell the audience that lying is the only way for him to live life without troubling others. Also mr. bartender makes an appearance again and still has no eyes, which probably implies that he's related to something that kazui still hasn't come to terms with yet (cough homosexuality cough cough)

but yeah that's my little rant, it'd be cool to go into a little more detail for this feature for everyone but idk if i have the mental capacity to at the moment lol

[ferahntics]

Hey guys, it's me my new account,

Today I will would like to apologize for mistake and hateful anything okay, here some story about Why send of Death Threat for not drawing dragon fire Kirby sleeping and not taking request,

Here some story

On June 2, 2023. I sent the Request dragon fire Kirby sleeping at inbox as anon to ferahntics.

Moment Hours later, Ferahntics didn't draw dragon fire Kirby sleeping and not taking request. Ferahntics said "I'm sorry anon, I will not taking request, if I do I will post on future"

Five Months Later On Nov 30, 2023. He was so angry for not drawing dragon fire Kirby and not taking request since five months ago, I used on phone and sent to death threat as anon,

Moments Later. Ferahntics is saw the death threat and hateful message for not drawing dragon fire Kirby sleeping and not taking request, and then ferahntics is posted said "What is Happening"

2 hours later. Ferahntics is Blocked me for sending death threat and Hateful Message.

And Later, I used on another account on Computer, I using Website and Pixlr E, then I Edit on profile picture, these are Photos like Michael de Santa from GTA V, and Unknown Hanging image, and I send to inbox and hateful message as anon,

And moment later Ferahntics is posted and said "To anons sending me death threats, and gore images and wishing I get killed or s'xually assaulted"

7 Hours Later Ferahntics are Posted and repost two times and then Hundreds of User are Blocking Me,

8 Hours Later on Dec 1, 2023.

I Tried to Apologize like a childish or Logan Paul like saint, or something? And I posted and tried to apologize three times,

5 hours later, Ferahntics has reposted said "I'd love to leave this post alone, but they had the guts to make another account and send me the most insincere, most childish, most ridiculous '''apologies''' that make Logan Paul look like a saint. New account is sleepinglovers293return so block that for ya'll safety too."

And then Hundred of User are Blocking me Again,

That's all of story.

Ferahntics must be proud and support

Thanks to all of support and I'm appreciated for Blocked by Hundred of User.

And I'm sorry for sending hateful message and death threat and g*re image.

I Promise I will not sending death threat, g*re image, and Hateful Message,

Hope you like some story

So I was gonna ignore this but this just pisses me off an unbelievable amount, so a lot of swearing incoming.

You sent me endless messages wishing I die, how you'll kill me, how you'll SA me, how you'll torture me all because I didn't want to draw your request because my requests were closed.

And you know what? If my requests would've been open, I PROBABLY would've done it! Cause I didn't think anything of it, I didn't know it was a fetish thing, I learned that later. And after all of this, absolutely won't do it.

And now you have the fucking audacity to spam me once again with the worst apologies with fucking gifs of Homer from Simpsons begging, still use the false identities as to apologize - as if that somehow undoes anything??

Do you think I'm just gonna ignore this and pretend like nothing happened and let bygones be bygones? After all of these disgusting messages about actual things that can impact people VERY badly and cause them spiral? Or go through a traumatic episode just because you got a little bit mad cause I didn't indulge in your fetish which I didn't even know about?

You wanna know what would be the best thing for you to do right now? Stop making new accounts, quit spamming me and anyone else, and take a long-ass pause and reevaluate yourself and how you go about it, because none of this should be thrown around so freely. I don't care 'its the internet, who cares' - because no matter how many times you say that, there will always be people who will get scarred very badly just because you can't handle your hissy fits.

And if there is anything I can do about it, I WILL make this shit known, because I'm lucky enough to not be mentally affected by your nonsense. Someone else, however, might take it extremely badly. That being said, I WILL mention all of your account names, because I REFUSE to let someone else have this shit spammed.

Until you can prove you've changed and matured, I will not accept any apologies - I don't owe it to you - and I WILL keep updating with your account names.

Sincerely, get the fuck off of my page.

[restingwithineywa]

Pariahs beneath the surface | C2

Haheylì knew that... they had probably messed up a little with Alma’s kid at dinner. The girl was younger but had a shockingly loyal and fierce spirit that seemed to flair easily. Still, they both knew to apologise for peace’s sake and Haheylì had left to find So’lek inside. Ri’nela though returned to the hammocks and distantly, began to speak to Nor from his resting spot.

Inside, it was quieter as humans began to go to bed but she found So’lek on his own cleaning his gun.

“Sarentu, I thought you would be in bed resting by now?” He said inquisitively, not turning to look at her too much as he worked.

Haheylì shook her head softly. “I was hoping for some…advice?”

So’lek paused his work then set it aside to turn his attention to her fully. “Ask away.”

“Tsengì… We may have accidentally insulted her. You’ve known her longer. Do you think she’d accept an apology?”

So’lek stared for a moment. “What did you do or say that was insulting?” He sounded confused.

Haheylì sheepishly scratched at her arm as she said. “May have… insinuated that Alma wasn’t good enough for her husband.”

“Because of her nature as a Dreamwalker?”

“I’m not sure. For me, it’s not about her Dreamwalker. I can see the appeal but the notion of anyone wanting… her I don’t see. I don’t know how else to explain it.” Haheylì admitted. “I don’t know if it’s a taught thing or if it’s us thing.”

So’lek remained quiet for a moment then tilted his head in consideration. “Did you ever consider Alma as a… mother figure in your captivity?”

“I…suppose? She was always kind to us and... the only one that looked like us enough.”

So’lek nodded. “Your reactions are taught. From my observations, Humans keep sex and intimacy a private thing and to look upon that as an outsider is shamed. Their young grow to detest the thought of their parents of sexual beings and intimate displays are often met with mild disgust.”

Haheylì blinked. “Wait, Na’vi actually talk about their sex lives? Openly.”

“The degrees of openness is often clan culture. Sex is not shamed or something to be ashamed of as it is the way of life for mated couples. It brings new life into Eywa’s arms and new connections between people.” So’lek explained. “Not all Na’vi will be so open, and some will desire the privacy of the matter but knowing the clan and observing how they gossip may tell you as much as you need to know in regards to how to speak of such topics.”

“What of Tsengì’s people?”

So’lek hummed in deliberation. “I know enough of her father’s clan. They’re a swamp-based clan but they’re a diverse clan and open about their wants and desires. I am not surprised they’ll look past the features of a Dreamwalker. They value relationships. Family is their core. Loyalty to the parents and care for them ensures their prosperity and growth. If the parents mate often or retain other intimate gestures if mating isn’t an option then the family remains strong. Tsengì may be born of a Dreamwalker but she’s her father’s daughter.”

Haheylì listened, soaking in the information. “I… had no idea.”

“Be honest. Tsengì is fairly blunt and fierce. She’ll appreciate that.”

“Will… I be able to meet her father? What’s his name?” it tickled her curiosity about what sort of man still chose Alma.

So’lek nodded. “Once he and Alma are back.”

“They’re not here?”

“Want to take a wild guess?” So’lek’s eyes filled with mirth.

Haheylì stared for a moment before she gasped as she realised the implication. “Oh, no!” her imagination jumped in before her brain could shut it out. Alma lying on her back with a faceless Na’vi man above her. She cringed, shutting the mental image out as soon as she could. Nope. “Ew!”

So’lek actually laughed a little. “Relax yourself. They may be a while yet. You can meet Mäzan properly tomorrow on a fresh day. He often likes to sleep after returning from such activities.”

Haheylì’s nose wrinkled a little but nodded. “I’ll talk to Tsengì.” If it meant avoiding further talk on Alma… doing things with someone.

She left him with a nod and returned out towards the hammocks again. She noted Nor was still in his hammock, eyed closed but she could tell he was still awake. Teylan looked to be asleep already, his back towards the fire and Ri’nela was crouched off to the side of the fire with some fabric and gently crafting what she hoped was Na’vi clothing to replace the TAP ones.

Tsengì was occupied with her siblings outside on a blanket, a warm orange LED acting like a fire light and she could see both were doing quiet abilities.

Honestly, Haheylì knew of other Na’vi races based on a few lessons on Na’vi diversity and it had fascinated her to learn that they differed so much. She knew what the reef people looked like; paddled tail, arm strakes and curly hair. So she paused briefly to properly examine her.

Tsengì herself was surprisingly tall, tinged greenish blue skin with watery blue stripes with masses of curly black hair that was half braided to her chin before the curls were loose, down from being in an up-do earlier. Each braid is decorated with a bead or thread wrapping at its loose point but clearly crafted with care. Her tail and limbs were that of the forest people and like her siblings, she had a dark tattooed lip but on her lower back, she had a tattoo, new and healing from the mild purple of irritability around it and the sharpness of the ink. It looked to be an abstract image of an Ikran. She seemed to have inherited Alma’s thin frame, head shape and yellow eyes, the nose too, on closer inspection but the rest seemed unfamiliar.

Tsengì looked… oddly adjusted for someone of mixed culture and race. Na’vi and Human. Proud of it. It… made her feel odd but she couldn’t judge the girl for it when her parents were of two literal different worlds. She didn’t know her father’s culture either but at least it was Na’vi.

She was busy tending to little Nanu who was playing with pink and purple playdough and shaping it into what looked like a Direhorse in his little hands Kapey was playing with an Ikran toy but from the looks of it, pressing the blue playdough into the weaving to cover it.

“<No, no.>” Tsengì realised what her sibling was doing. “<That’ll ruin it. Please stop.>” She reached for the Ikran toy.

“<But I wanna make It blue.>” Kapey said, lip popping out.

“<Then we can paint it blue but the weaving will become clogged and the dough will dry and become cracked>” She explained. “<The dough’s dye will stain poorly>”

Kapey looked down at the Ikran before holding it out to her.

“<Thank you.>” Tsengì carefully pulled off the dough, missing the fact Nanu bit the head off his new creation and began to chew open-mouthed loudly.

“Should he be eating that?” Haheylì spoke, a little alarmed and stepped forwards

“Huh?” Tsengì’s head turned before she focused on her youngest brother and then snorted softly. “It’s edible… just not tasty.”

Nanu, now realising that pulled a face, spitting it out onto the floor in front of him with a note of disgust. “<Icky>” his hands went to his mouth, wiping his saliva onto his hand and arms to rid himself of the taste with displeased sounds.

Haheylì reached for canteen of water that was off to the side and offered it to him. He took it and glugged it down fast but she pulled it back before he could overdo it or spill it down his front. “Not so fast.”

“Thank you, Haheylì” Although the tone was far cooler now before Tsengì directed her words to her brothers. “<Five more minutes and then let’s get ready for bed, okay?>”

“<I want Sa’nu to put me to bed.>” Kapey whined.

“<She’ll join you want they’re back and fresh.>” Tsengì said, “<You can still cuddle her.>”

“<Will she be in big Sa’nu or stay small Sa’nu?>”

“<Big Sa’nu will be in the hammock with you as normal. Small Sa’nu can’t co-sleep with us. It’s unsafe.>”

Haheylì curiously listened to how they spoke of Alma in both bodies, not something she never needed to consider but it made a good but pleasant dynamic that didn’t sound too confusing to the little ones. It almost sounded normal. Perhaps it was to them.

“<How is it unsafe for small Sa’nu? Nanu’s small>”

“<Well, if you or Nanu were to accidentally roll onto her in your sleep, she’d become trapped and it could hurt her. She’s a lot weaker when she’s little>” Tsengì said, running a hand through his hair, gently wiping his fingers and setting the play dough he had into a pot.

“<Oh…>” Kapey still looked a little put down, even as she pulled him to his feet and patted his cheek.

Haheylì eyed Tsengì for a moment but helped the toddler up and stepped away. “Can we talk?”

“Once I put the kids into the hammock,” Tsengì replied, leading back from the bank and towards the set up.

Haheylì followed quietly.

Tsengì picked up Kapey first, setting him in first then the toddler. She stroked Kapey’s forehead, encouraging him to lie back and Nanu wiggled beside him as he lay.

“<Thumb out of mouth, Nanu. You’ll deform your teeth with that habit.>” She tugged the hand that slipped into his mouth out. “<Sempu and Sa’nu will be back soon. Remember, Sempu can wake in the night if you need anything. Sa’nu cannot. Nanu, no pulling on her face, okay?>”

Nanu yawned loudly, clearly not listening.

Kapey accepted her hand as she cradled his head a little then began to hum softly.

It was a slow song, unfamiliar with more low notes than high and then repeated after the main chorus. After a few minutes of listening, it seemed to drift the two off… and Nor too from the soft breathing sounds and with a satisfied nod, the lullaby tapered off and Tsengì snuck away from the edge and returned to the fire a few metres away.

“<What do you want?>” She then whispered.

“<I’m sorry for what we said earlier.>” Haheylì apologised. “< About Alma and… your father.>”

Tsengì’s yellow eyes were sharp, lips pursing together. “<I know what my mother is and I know what Na’vi think of her for it as well. It shouldn’t concern you at all of who she lays with and what comes of it. Her choice. My father’s choice. You are not a factor in any of it.”

Haheylì winced at the sharpness of her words. “<I know.>”

Tsengì exhaled deeply. Her hand came to her hair, pulling a braid to twirl the lower curls. “<I do not care for your opinions on her either and I find it disrespectful to speak of someone's mother like that. If you have distastes, then I ask you to keep them to yourself or vent to Eywa and let her guide you.>”

Haheylì nodded. “<I am sorry.>”

Tsengì nodded back, but her posture loosened. “<I’m sorry if I am too harsh. My family is my priority and to protect them. I understand you weren’t raised like me and have a more human aspect to your behaviour. I know she raised you, as limited as that was in that school of yours. You no longer need her for those emotional needs now that you are free to make your own connections with Na’vi out there.>”

Haheylì sighed deeply. “<It’s… a lot.>”

“<Indeed. Rest up tomorrow, maybe you can start building connections to the Aranahe. Your integrations need to start with the clans, not the Resistance.>” She stated, becoming dismissive and rose to her feet. “<Excuse me.>”

Haheylì nodded and watched her leave the space entirely and up so with a yawn and a nod to Ri’nela, she went to one of the spare hammocks to sleep.

-

Alma lay, basking in the afterglow as she laid back against Mäzan’s side, his own frame wrapping around her. Her mind felt hazy and pleasant, her heart was slowing and she could feel the heat in her flesh dimming in response as they calmed. Mäzan’s lips pressed just behind her jaw into a delicate kiss.

“<Feeling better?>”

Her eyes fluttered open, smiling softly. “<I’m fine, my love. I feel great.>”

“<You get submissive when you want to feel better about something.>” He noted. “<We usually swap about, but today you were on your back or hands and knees.>” His hand stroked her belly, his breath tickling her shoulder.

“<Can’t I enjoy being ploughed into something?>” Alms have his arm a weak, painless pinch that was wrapped around her, groaning as she shifted and his dick gave a very obvious throb inside her. They hadn’t separated physically, even if they were no longer tsaheylued together for this last round. By no mistake, she knew he did enjoy her being submissive like this but he also liked her topping him.

Mäzan shifted again, his hands coming to her hips before she rolled willingly and pulled free from him entirely. She chuckled softly, more so at the running sensations down the inside of her thighs, kneeling softly and running her hands across her face then spared a look down to assess the damages.

Hickeys mostly adorned her skin, by touch, she suspected most at her neck and shoulders but it seemed Mäzan had kept to areas that would mostly be covered up by her shirt and scarf. Though at her hips, she had some small impressions of his fingers still, most would cover but a few would certainly show up if she bent or crouched down.

Mäzan sat up, watching her. “<I will get your tea prepped.>”

“< Its fine. I can make it… once I clean up.>” They were in a small cave that they visited often and held their area which they had passed out with leaves and a woven mat on top for comfort. The mat was too stained to ever see the light of day but they cleaned it up regardless. The cave was chosen mostly for the small pond it had.

Stiffly, Alma slid into it, gasping at the sharp temperature on such delicate places but it soon began to soothe and she gently washed away his come from her legs, fingers delving further. She may be on contraceptives but it was always better to lower the risks, like this or her tea. Na’vi didn’t have condoms and the pull-out method was just as risky. Before the RDA’s return, she wouldn’t have bothered too much and played the roulette of chances but now was not the time for another pregnancy.

In the corner of her eye, the low burning embers brightened into life and Mäzan set the water to heat up and tossed some herbs into it to seep as it warmed.

“<Want me to help?>” Mäzan asked.

“<You say that like you won’t get me off again.>” Alma laughed, “<No, as much as I want to. We should get back and check on the kids. I’m concerned Tsengì might have picked a fight with Nor.>”

Mäzan sighed deeply. “<You anticipate conflict?>”

“<Nor’s always been a moody teenager and with his dislike of humans, I can see them clashing against her value of humans>” Honestly, it had been one of her worries since they rescued them. She didn’t doubt Nor would push human stuff away when possible. Teylan might be the only one to bond with Kapey or even Nanu comfortably. Ri’nela and Haheylì were less certain but given how Tsengì got offended, she doubted it’d be smooth sailing.

“<Then I will do my best to guide young Nor into the way of the people.>” Mäzan said decisively. “<He cannot do that alone with the burden on his back.>”

Alma hummed, guilt twisting into her gut as she finished up and dunked herself entirely to wash away remnants of sweat and saliva and stepped out.

“<Will you tell them?>”

“<No.>” Mäzan’s attention rose to her. “<Not just yet but… they must be told at some point.>”

Alma swallowed uneasily. “<They’ll hate me.>”

“<If you did not have me or our children, I would understand that fear explicitly.>” he moved from the fireside, closing the distance. “<You are not alone. Your family will support you once the truth is laid out willingly>”

“<The resistance will also hate me, I am their leader. They won’t follow me when they learn the truth. Do you think now is a good time for in-fighting?>”

Mäzan considers her words for a moment. “<Then we must come up with solutions to them as well. I will spend time with the Sarentu to gage an idea of their responses. To ease your anxiety, build the notion up yourself on how to tell them in the meantime, my love. They of all people deserve to know the blood that stains your hands.>”

Alma swallowed thickly, not meeting his eye. “<I’m.. I’m scared to tell them>”

Mäzan nodded, eyes far too understanding. “<The infected wound will fester beneath the scab and the fear will never go if the words are not released. My hands are not clean either. I know how the blood will seep once the scab is removed but… it will heal. It will take time.>”

She sniffed lightly, allowing him to pull her into his arms, her ear pressing into his chest and listening to the sooth pounding of his heart.

“<The Sarentu are not your children.>” He stated, “<You are not their mother. Tsengì, Kapey and Nanu are our children. Our three walking hearts.>”

“<I know.>”

His arms wrapped around her tighter. “<I say that to remind you to not hold them so close to you. Let them breathe and explore without your shadow. You do not have that right.>”

Alma closed her eyes, swallowing thickly. “<I’ll try.>”

His lips pressed onto her forehead. “<Good. I will remind you should you forget.>”

“<I wouldn’t expect anything less.>”

They parted to get dry and dressed, Alma drank the tea—a little stronger than she usually liked—and cleaned up the space. Dosing the fire, they departed back toward Resistance HQ in relative silence and she smiled at the sight of her two sons cuddled up on their family hammock. The hammock like this was a little flatter and thus, more space to get in without rolling into its centre. She gently clambered into it, having forgone shoes for years now, gently shifting Nanu to allow him to rest more on her. Mäzan handed her the monitor cuff which she set on her arm.

The monitor cuff was designed to alert anyone in the area with a loud sound should the avatar’s vitals drop dangerously in some fashion as it couldn’t wake independently; should it stop breathing or get starved of blood in areas, then someone would wake up to make an adjustment to save it.

Mäzan gently joined them, Kapey rolling into his chest with a sleepy coo. She watched them for a moment before she settled her head down… and dropped the link.

Before she felt her other body’s return to her senses. She groaned a little, pushing the lid up and her hands rubbed at her face; feeling the differences and the grogginess behind her eyes.

“<Sa’nu>”

Alma yelped in surprise, sitting up suddenly and her eyes snapping open to see Tsengì crouched at the far side of the shack, filling the space with ease.

“<Tsengì! I thought you were in bed!>” She exclaimed.

“<I will be. Just get you some food heated and the shower’s warmed up.>”

Alma sucked in a few breaths to steady herself. Food. Her stomach panged for that, actually. “I can shower tomorrow.>” She swung her legs out of the bed but accepted the plate that had some fish in a human-safe sauce, her daughter handed to her with the fork, which looked tiny in her fingers.

“<No, you won’t>” Tsengì said, reaching to fill a glass of water for her as well. “<You’re starting to smell.>”

Alma gave her a look then down to herself. “<It’s not that bad.>”

“<Not yet, but you’ll feel better after a shower. A little self-care goes a long way.>”

She sighed but nevertheless ate the plateful, downed the water and accepted the towel that was then handed to her.

“<Love you, Sa’nu.>” Tsengì grinned, satisfied as she squeezed passed her.

“<Love you too, Daughter.>” She smiled weakly towards the steamed-up room.

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[vendorsal]

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[saltyskeletonkidpasta]

agree with everything you said in your post. i also didn't like how season 7 erased how horrible beckett and ross/sullivan and to some extent all of 19 were to maya. they really wanted us to believe that maya (and carina) became friends with the workplace bullies that almost inadvertently killed her? good enough friends to attend ross & sullivans wedding/wedding party? make it make sense.

I agree it was weird. Maybe if the show hadn't been cancelled they might've continued the drama but they wanted to end things on a good note and I understand remaining professional especially maya as I'm sure she wanted no more drama but I remember repeatedly saying throughout s7 and even seasons before that that I would not stay at 19 if I was maya I really dont think there is any reason she should trust them to keep her safe. Like these people literally just watched her suffer for MONTHS and did nothing. She has been there for pretty much all of them and only andy was there for her when she lost her job AND when she ended up in hospital. The fact that maya was the one to apologise to beckett in 7x05 really pissed me off like yes she probably should apologise, although she already took full responsibility in s6, but there is absolutely no reason why beckett shouldnt apologise to her aswell. He literally bullied her to the point of mental collapse she only gave him alcohol in retaliation to months of abuse. Same with ross there is no reason she shouldnt have apologised either and when maya apologised in 6x16(?) She only said "some taken" so she didnt even fully accept her apology when maya wasnt the only one who owed one.

But these writers refuse to make certain characters look bad. They seemed to love Sullivan and ross and gave them sm screentime and excused all their actions. If they made them apologise then theyd actually have to acknowledge their disgusting behaviour which would get in the way of becketts redemption arc and ruin their perfect image of sully and ross.

[rush-the-stars]

ok yeah that’s kind of what i was thinking too… like my mental image of this in my minds eye and i apologize profusely if this is too graphic truly but like when your mouth’s busy and you can’t talk she might some sleazy shit like ‘just like daddy taught you’ and you pull away and you’re like “you can’t fucking say shit like that” and she’s like whatever it’s fine

anon im late to answering this but i need you to know my vision whited out when i read this. it is 100% one of those things tao hits you with out of nowhere and you're like what the hell is wrong with you.

and she's like well then why are you so wet? didn't know you'd want to call someone daddy...

LIKEEEE. i think she has a v scary ability in turning something SHE started onto you. you just gotta be careful with tao bc in my mind she has crazy dirty talk game. it's not like she talks constantly or is chatty, but the things she does say is like....she CANNOT just fucking say that (she does. and like, she will)...and you always look at her so shocked and disgusted?? (or pretending to be fjdsfjdlsk) and she's so. impossibly smug and GODDD. i need to bite her.

[yourlocal-goodgirl]

So I’m a guy, and I know that society treats me differently than it does women, but I have a pretty bad case of depression and body dysmorphia as well. To the point where once I lost all the weight, I then started abusing steroids. The type of steroids that I was using are notorious for exacerbating pre-existing mental health issues. I was the “fat kid” my whole life growing up and even when I was in my absolute best shape, all I saw was a fat fuck when I looked in the mirror.

It takes a massive amount of work to see through the filter that your brain puts over your eyes, but I swear to you that it’s possible. I’m still very picky with what shirts I wear because of how they fit. I still feel guilt about some of the foods I eat. Some days I will refuse to look at myself naked in the mirror. But most days I’m okay.

I’m so sorry that you struggle with social anxiety and seeing yourself in a positive light. But like the others have stated already, there’s definitely someone out there that finds you attractive.

If you’re interested, I’d be happy to come out of anonymous and discuss it more with you and show you pics of when I was struggling. Idk if it will help, but I felt I should at least offer.

thanks for sharing this. it's obvious that women are treated very poorly based on their weight, body shape, appearance, etc. but people don't often take into consideration the effect that media and body shaming have on men as well. men aren't allowed to talk about it either, they aren't allowed to talk about how they feel about their body or how it's impacting their mental health. it's seen as this horrible thing to ever comment on a woman's body, but comments are constantly made about men's bodies to their faces. body dysmorphia, especially muscle dysmorphia, is more common than you'd think in men but literally nobody talks about it. i swear i'm not being a pick-me lol, my degree is in psychology and i've just seen firsthand what BDD looks like in a man and how hard it can be to try to get help for. it sucks. no person, man or woman, should have to feel bad about themselves because of the way others treat them. you're strong and brave and i'm so glad you've gotten to a place where you feel okay most days! i've healed tremendously from my eating disorder after several years of intensive therapy and being put into an outpatient program for a few months. it was something i genuinely never thought i was going to be able to recover from, but i did. so i'm hoping and praying that the same might be able to happen to me someday with my body image issues. i don't have to love my body or feel confident, i just want to accept it and be okay with it. i don't want to feel disgust when i see myself or hate myself because of the way i look when that's such an insignificant part of who i am as a person. i want to get better, i just don't know how when society is so fucking mean to women like me. idk. that was a long rant i apologize.

you're more than welcome to shoot me a dm if you want to talk more about this. it's something i'm pretty open about so yeah, any time.