#b/c i was visibly excited

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YES Donghun Remember, remember, the 20th of November

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another appearance by asia kate dillon as LOS via the 7th moon girl's lab short, "coding" =']

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amateur | c. sturniolo

masterlist

summary: back in LA, nick and chris, your long distance boyfriend, stumble upon a silly little vlog you left them from boston.

pairing: christopher sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: just some cutesy fluff

notes: ahh hi everyone this is my first ever fic! i’m kinda nervous but also really excited, pls let me know what u think <3

word count: 800

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It’s late Thursday night, and Nick is buried in editing their upcoming Friday vlog. This week’s video compiles the boys’ most recent trip back home to Boston. While scrubbing through the raw footage, he stumbles upon an unexpected clip—one clearly not meant for the final cut.

The video begins with you holding the camera, your voice uncertain as you fiddle with the buttons. “Uh… I don’t even know if this is recording properly,” you say, the shot capturing nothing but your slightly out-of-focus bedroom. The camera wobbles a little before the clip abruptly ends. Nick smiles, calling over his brother. “Chris, come look at this.”

Chris gets up from his seat at the dining table, curiosity pulling him towards his brother in the living room. He settles beside Nick on the couch before the next clip plays. This time, your face appears on the screen as you hold the camera an arms length away. “Good morning guys—Oh my god this quality is insane I can see every single one of my pores,” you mutter, leaning in closer to examine your skin on the tiny viewfinder. After a second, you abruptly flash a peace sign and pucker your lips, before laughing at yourself. “Ew, Nick please leave this out.”

Chris can’t help but smile, his chest tightening with an overwhelming fondness at the sight of you. The soft Boston sunrise filters through the open blinds, washing your room in a warm, golden light. Sunbeams stream gently from behind you, casting a soft halo around your face. You’ve clearly just woken up—your voice is still heavy with sleep, your hair tousled, and your eyes half-closed. But even through the screen, despite it all, you have Chris completely captivated.

The video continues into your makeshift vlog, where you update the camera on your plans for the day—attending a 10am lecture followed by a three-hour lab that starts at 1pm. Halfway through, you get sidetracked by a story from last week’s lab, laughing as you recount how your friend accidentally burnt her eyelash extensions from holding the Bunsen burner too close to her face.

Chris already heard this story the day it initially happened, but he could listen to you tell it a hundred times again. Watching the way your eyes literally smile before the rest of your face follows, and hearing the sweetest sound of your laughter—he could never get tired of it.

The clip stretches on for nearly six minutes as you get distracted by all the little things you suddenly remember you want to share. Finally, you circle back to the reason you’re filming in the first place—explaining how you found the camera in your purse while searching for your wallet to put in your backpack.

“Chris, you must have forgotten it in my purse when you dropped me off yesterday, but I’ll just give it to you guys when I see you later. But yeah… how was your guys’ day?” you ask, fully leaning into the content creator persona. It takes a second of realization before you cringe, your nose scrunching with visible embarrassment as you cover your eyes with your free hand. “I’m literally talking to this camera like it’s gonna answer me. This is so weird, I don’t know how you guys do this.”

Chris lets out a soft laugh, finding your awkward struggle for something that’s second nature to him so endearing.

You sigh softly and glance off-screen. “God I really hope that all recor—oh shit, ‘battery low, please connect to power’,” you read off the viewfinder. “Oh I think it’s gonna die soon. Okay, bye guys! Chris, bye baby! Love you, please text me if you saw this!”

You obnoxiously pucker your lips, leaning in to kiss the lens with a dramatic smooching sound, but just before it lands, the camera cuts off as the battery gives out. Chris stares at the screen, his heart swelling so big in his chest it feels like it would explode.

Nick nudges him, giggling. “Dude, she’s so bad at this.”

“Shut up,” Chris says, biting back a smile. “Send me those.”

Nick glances at his brother as he airdrops him the clips and teases. “Wipe that stupid grin off your face, you look like an idiot.”

But Chris doesn’t hear him. Instead he immediately screenshots the last frame—a blurry but perfect shot of your goofy kiss. Without hesitation, he sets the photo as his new wallpaper, then finds your contact.

Baby: You should start a channel baby

Baby: Gotta teach you more about the camera though haha this vid was a little ridiculous

He sends the screenshot he took.

Baby: This was cute though

Baby: You’re beautiful

Baby: Love you❤️

Baby: Miss you

He sends the last message, knowing you’re back in Boston and likely asleep by now. Still, he can’t help but smile at his phone, already counting down the days until he can see you again. 

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a/n: hi guyss :) this was just something quick i thought of, inspired by a clip from the boys’ vlog i came across the other day where madi was randomly filming their dining table or something lol. pls let me know what u think ahhh this was so fun!!!

[authorhjk1]

Interlude: Venice

(IU X Male Reader )

Lee Jieun puts a strand of hair behind her ear, before smiling at the camera. The photoshoot is turning out really well. She got more than enough gorgeous pictures taken and only half of the day has gone by so far.

She is already excited about the second half of the day. You had to promise her that you would spend your time with her throughout the next three days. More than enough time so satisfy every single one of her needs.

"Alright."

IU smiles as the photographer stops taking pictures.

"We are finished with the first part. The second one will start in ten minutes. Miss Lee, we are going for a couple shoot this time."

The Korean woman politely bows her head, before heading towards her dressing room.

As she opens the door, she stops in her tracks.

"W-What are you doing here?"

You look up from your phone, seeing a stunned IU.

"I'm your partner for your shoot."

"But-"

You get off the sofa.

"You don't think I'm handsome enough?"

"Y-You are, but-"

Jieun seems afraid that someone could find out. The relationship between the two of you needs to be a secret.

"I just didn't expect you to be here."

"Why not? I promised to fuck you, didn't I?"

Jieun glances behind her making sure the door really is closed.

"But not here!"

She whispers a shout, visibly scared that someone could find out.

"Relax. We have 10 more minutes, don't we?"

You sneak your hands around IU's waist.

That black dress highlights her slim figure. Her blonde hair makes her look even better than her natural colour.

"What do you want me to do? And where do you want it?"

You feel the older woman shiver slightly with excitement. The thrill of possibly getting caught arouses her even more now.

"Your mouth."

She kisses your cheekbone.

"C-Can you please eat me out?"

You see her blush. Now that she is actually asking you for something, she becomes a little shy.

"You want me to bury my face in your pussy?"

IU's mouth escapes a needy whine as you plant an image in her head.

You take that as a yes. Your hands on her waist turn her around, before bending her over the make up table on your right. The mirror on the wall is decorated by a couple of lights.

Kneeling behind her, you admire how fine IU's body looks in that tight dress. Especially her butt, since it's right in front of you now.

You start to slowly rise the hem of her one-piece. More and more smooth skin gets revealed, the further you hike it up. Finally bunching it up around her waist, you expose IU's matching panties.

The black fabric is the only thing that now seperates you from your delicious meal.

Aware that you have limited time, you quickly pull down her underwear. Enjoying the feeling of her skin, you give each of the blonde's butt cheeks a kiss.

Jieun let's out a delighted moan. She is excited for the next three days. And it seems like they are starting out really well.

As promised, you bury your face deep in IU's pussy. You take in her scent and the slight sweetness of her juices as you hear her moan. Parting her lower lips with your tongue, you enter her hot cavern.

"Mmmm."

IU let's out another satisfied moan.

You feel her hand reaching for your head, trying to push you further into her, while she backs up a little. Your own rest on her hips as you eat her out.

Jieun's wide eyes stare into the mirror as she feels your tongue, burying itself deep inside her pussy. She can't believe how horny she is, when she sees you. She just needs some sort of pleasurable outlet, whenever you are close to her. Maybe that's because of that night in Paris.

She still doesn't know who the other woman was. It makes her feel really weird. Especially when she meets other idols during award shows, music shows, or other events. A shiver runs down her spine. The person, who buried their strap on inside the most intimate part of her body, might be someone she interacts with on a daily basis.

For a moment she thought that her best friend, Yoo Inna, could've been that person. But she quickly got rid of that suspicion. The woman's voice sounded different.

IU moans into the mirror as you feast on her delicious pussy.

The fact that it could be someone she knows, someone younger than her, someone who knows what a slut she is, turns her on even more.

You use that to your advantage, knowing that you don't have much time.

Jieun's legs quiver harder with every passing second. Your fingers dig into her flesh, pulling her plump cheeks apart to give you better access to her hot core.

"Oh fuck!"

With a loud and deep moan, Jieun let's her head sink onto the table. Juices start to run down her thighs in small streams as she orgasms inside her dressing room.

"Took you long enough."

You tease her as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Please put an arm around her."

You do what the photographer tells you to do. Your hand finds its place on IU's waist. The soft black fabric reminds both of you, what you just did mere minutes ago.

"Turn to the side and place a hand on his chest."

Jieun follows the man's orders, placing her hand on your white shirt, right about your heart. You didn't move yours, which means your hand is now resting on her back. Only inches away from her ass.

Being the professional she is, Jieun grabs your tie, while looking up at you.

"Very nice!"

The photographer keeps taking pictures.

"You like this one?"

You whisper out of the corner of your mouth.

"You like being blindfolded, do you?"

While looking at the camera, you can't see IU's reaction. But you can hear how her breath hitches. She knows fully well what you are talking about.

"Who was it?"

A question she asked before. A question you are not going to answer.

The photographer stops Jieun from asking again, making the two of you do a more mature concept.

IU stands now directly in front of you, leaning her head to the side. You reach around her waist, holding her tight. For the photo, you are only supposed to pretend to kiss her. But when you burry your face into her neck, you can't help yourself.

Jieun's mouth opens a little in surprise and enjoyment. Everyone thinks she is just doing this for the photo. But you know better. Your lips move across her smooth skin.

Only the sound of IU's moans echo through the room. The tie you wore earlier is covering her eyes. It takes her back to the night in Paris, turning her on even more.

"Oh fuck!"

Jieun moans loudly as you take her from behind.

The sun is slowly starting to rise over the roofs of the beautiful houses around your hotel. Which means you were fucking her the whole night. Only taking a break to recover your stamina and eat.

But now, 12 hours after the photoshoot, Jieun is bend over the edge of the bed. Her knees are placed on the carpet in front of it, while you kneel behind her.

She looks smaller than usual in this position. You hold her by her wrists with one hand, while the other presses her shoulder into the mattress.

The blue dress she wore at the end of the shoot is probably still lying in the shower. Wet from the shower the two of you took around midnight. It's probably lying there since you came into your room though. You remember throwing it somewhere, after ripping it off her small body.

Jieun kept her boots on at first, partially because you threw her onto the bed, before she was able to take them off. They are now lying near the windowsill. You took them off her feet as you fucked her back against the glass. There wasn't much space there.

Her underwear must be lying around somewhere too.

"Oh my good! You are bruising my pussy!"

You probably do. You haven't gone longer than ten minutes without you fucking Jieun in the last 12 hours.

That thought reminds you of where the rest of her clothes are. Her bra is dangling from the chandelier in the middle of the room. Don't even ask how it got up there, you don't even remember. It's blue, matching her dress and her panties. Her panties...

"I'm! Fucking! Cuming! So! Hard!"

As IU orgasms violently, her pussy squeezing your cock, you do your best to hold on. You are almost at the edge yourself.

"Oh my god! I'm such a mess."

You hear her mumble into the mattress, probably to herself.

Now you remember where her panties are. Or rather with whom.

During dinner time, most of the guests in the hotel visit the restaurant next to the lobby. At that time, the hotel stuff goes through the rooms and cleans, preparing them for the night.

They usually only come in, when no one answers to their knocking and if they don't hear noises behind the door.

That's why the two of you got caught by a very surprised hotel maid.

IU's panties in her mouth, muffling her screams, while you fucked her into the leather couch. The two of you were too lost in the act itself to hear the door.

It didn't take much work to convince the beautiful Italian woman to join. The brunette was more than willing to share with IU, when you eventually came on both of their faces.

She stayed for an hour or so, leaving with a souvenir. You don't know her name, but maybe she will be back today. It's not like the two of you are going anywhere.

"Damn you whore. How are you still so fucking tight?"

Jieun weakly laughs into the sheets as you keep fucking her from behind.

"A-Are you close?"

The longer you fuck her, the longer it takes for you to cum. Your body just doesn't seem to be able to keep up with you.

"Soon."

You groan, thinking about a position, where you can drive yourself faster to another orgasm.

"Do you want my ass? It's tighter, you know."

Jieun gladly tries to help you to decide. She knows how hard it is for you to cum consistently every hour almost.

"Where is the lube?"

You search the room, IU is unable to do so.

You try to remember the last time you used it. Your thrusts slow down as you try to think about it.

A couple of moments later, you start to fuck Jieun's ass, right where you found the small bottle of lube.

"You're stretching me out really good."

She moans against the white tiles of the shower as you plow her from behind.

The water is turned off this time. IU's hair is wet. Not because of the shower a couple of hours ago, but a lot of sweat and some of your cum. It sticks to her neck and shoulders.

"Why can't we spend every night like this one?"

She weakly moans, trying to sneakily convince you to do just that.

"Not a chance, Jieun."

"Please?"

Her cute whine makes you press her cheek against the cold tile, her ass slightly tightening around you as a result.

"I still have a girlfriend to satisfy. And work."

Another pitiful mewl escapes her mouth.

Your thrusts become harder and faster, knowing how much the older woman needs you. The last couple of hours proved, how much Jieun has started to become addicted to the feeling of your cock inside of her.

"I never want this trip to end."

She sighs in disappointment as you keep fucking her ass.

"I'm getting close."

You see her smile, her eyes still covered by your tie.

"Please cum in me. The last time you left a load there feels like ages ago."

"Beg for it, slut."

Her begging is necessary for you to reach the edge at this point.

"Please, cum in my ass."

You slightly pick up the pace. There is not much juice left in your body. In more than one sense.

"Use my hole like a cum dump."

"That's the only thing it's good for."

"You're right, daddy. Use my body properly."

With both hands holding onto her ass cheeks, you thrust deeper into IU.

"You ruined me for anyone else, daddy."

Red marks, produced by your grip, mark her cheeks. They ripple, whenever you thrust into her from behind.

"This body is yours now. Only you can make me cum."

"That's a good girl."

You kiss her neck as you feel yourself closing in on that edge of the cliff. You enjoy how much control you have over her. A woman who is older than you. A woman who is a globally known singer and actress. Offering her body to you and begging you to cum in her.

"Yes, daddy. I'm a good girl. Please."

Your last couple of thrusts are slow but hard. You hit Jieun's cervix with every snap of your hips, making her jolt forward. The tight ring of her muscles squeezes you hard, begging you to fill her body with your cum.

"Damn, Jieun."

You groan her name as you finally cum.

It's honestly not much. It's a small load compared to the one you gave her right after the photoshoot. But your body is drained of all it's fluits. You don't have much more to offer. IU's body has soaked up every last drop of your cum. You wonder how much you came inside of her. Probably a week's worth of cum.

You have to hold onto the glass wall as you watch Jieun slowly glide down along the tiles. When she reaches the floor, she looks up at you with big eyes. Her blonde hair partially covers her face.

"I think I need a longer brake this time."

You can see how much she is trying to hide her disappointment. Although, she is visibly tired as well.

The lock on your hotel room door beeps, letting you know that someone is coming in, using the second key card.

"Mr. (Y/n)?"

High heels click on the marble floor in the small hallway at the entrance.

Her Italian accent seems to always try to seduce you.

You know that voice. You heard it last night, when she sucked you off, asking you to fuck her on the balcony.

"Looks like your new best friend is hear."

You're kinda glad. The two of them can take care of each other for a while and you can recharge.

Once the young maid stands in the door, your tired body starts to react. The break is gonna be as short as possible.

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Hope you guys enjoy this.

I'm going to sort some of my smaller stories and make posts, where you can find all the chapters, so don't be surprised if I post something with a title you've already seen.

Stay healthy!

[boo-cool-robot]

Hieron Zine Comic: The Violence of Its Maintenance

[Read the left side as one storyline, the right side as another]

"For every inside, an outside." / "Every border implies the violence of its maintenance."

For me and @wellnoe's piece for the Hieron Zine, we were excited to tell a story about Hella’s semi-involuntary status as a mascot of Ordennan empire and borders as a literal technology of death that played with comic borders and formatting! The title is, of course, from the Ayesha A. Siddiqi quote.

Script for the comic below the cut, which also serves as a rough image description:

Layout note: Panels are small relative to the page and “float” in the gutter space. Adelaide swims freely between them and speaks to Hella inside the panels’ borders. The comic is laid out vertically, mostly in two columns. Panels on the left are labeled L, the center labeled M, and right labeled R. Panel numbers denote which row of the overall page they’re on.

Page 1: 3 Rows 

Panel M.1.A: Adaire hunched over a map of Hieron in a dimming twilight room.

Panel M.1.B: Close up of the map having Nacre added to it near the shore, and an outline sketched of its border, the pencil in Adaire’s hand. 

Panel M.1.C: Adaire’s hand in close-up, partially erasing the border around Nacre. 

Panel L.2: Hella outside the Ordennan border, at a tall gate. A guard looks at her suspiciously from the other side. 

Adelaide to Panel L.2: Adelaide looks at Hella condescendingly. 

Adelaide: Do you imagine that walls will keep Nacre’s gift out? 

Panel R.2: Hella and Hadrian ride in a halfling-driven cart through the refugee camp towards the Ordennan military camp. Hadrian watches Hella for her reaction to seeing the refugees. 

Panel L.3: Hella displays the emblem of the Tristes to a crowd of cheering soldiers, brandishing her sword in a stabbing gesture. 

Soldiers: Is that– From the cleansing of Nacre– She killed the queen! 

Adelaide to panel L.3: For every inside…

Panel R.3: Stornras Glasseye shows Hella and Hadrian a map of Ordenna’s planned invasion of Velas. 

Adelaide to panel R.3: …an outside. 

Page 2: 4 Rows

Panel L.1: Hella reads the book about her family being a line of traitors, inside the undersea cave. She is hunched over awkwardly, wet from swimming in, and visibly perturbed. 

Adelaide to Panel L.1: Adelaide reads over Hella’s shoulder. She’s draped over the panel like a cat, one hand dangling inside and the other holding an apple to her mouth.  

Adelaide: Our dear father did like that ancestor of yours, only for her to betray Nacre and then Ordenna. Varals love to hang people out to dry.  

Panel R.1: Hadrian and Hella interrogating Iduna Fel. Hella holds a torch up. Iduna, seated and hands bound, looks up at them and snarls at the torch, speaking of how Quintrona should burn Rosemerrow to stop the undead. 

Iduna Fel: We should be burning every place–every person–the curse has touched. 

Adelaide to Panel R.1: A family of traitors fits right in with the Tristes.

Panel L.2.A: Hella is on tour of Ordenna. She looks out distantly at the countryside. A clothesline with clothing hanging from them forming figures like people separates Hella in the panel from a mine like the ones her father worked.

Panel L.3.B: Hella on tour in an urban center, looking lost. Train tracks separate Hella from a guard station. 

Ordennan soldiers: Queenkiller! It’s the Queenkiller! 

Adelaide to panels L.2: Adelaide’s teeth are bared, her lazy demeanor dropping for one vicious moment. 

Adelaide:At least I remember that you should be called Kingkiller as well. 

Panel R.2: Hella and Hadrian walking back through the refugee camp. Refugees do laundry, multiple clotheslines crossing the panel, the clothes partially obscuring Hella and Hadrian. 

Adelaide to panel R.2: Do you believe your people to be better than me? They decide who dies to expand the borders of Ordenna. 

Panel L.3: Hella marching in front of a company of Anchor in a square formation, Ordennan soldiers crowding around them. Hella is smiling stiffly, uncomfortable. She is wearing a shiny new uniform. 

Panel R.3: Hella standing equally stiffly in front of a line of Pala-din that guard the Ordennan camp from the refugees. She watches a circle of refugees cooking and crafting, going about the business of their survival. Some are visibly undead. Two of the refugees are a Nacreite young Black sibling pair with an older boy and younger girl, invoking Calhoun and Adelaide.  Hadrian in the background examines a pala-din, his stance mirroring theirs. 

Adelaide to panel R.3: Adelaide looks at the siblings in panel R.3 but speaks over her shoulder to Hella on the left. 

Adelaide: Is it so monstrous that Nacre grows so that more may live after death? 

Panel L.4: Hella alone in a lavish Ordennan bedroom, looking out of place and small. Maybe in plain underclothes and curled up on a chair, looking angry.

Hella: Yes! 

Her dialogue fills up the panel, crowding her. 

Panel R.4: The refugees notice Hella and Hadrian and look at them warily. The boy steps in front of his sister. Hella looks small in the crowd of people. She holds a hand out to the boy. 

Page 3: 3 Rows

Panel L.1: Hella in a lavish Ordennan ceremonial chamber, on a stage. She is dressed in fine clothing given to her. A pearl-studded brooch with an Ordennan motif is being pinned on her by some military-uniformed functionary. 

Military functionary: For you, the spoils of our first battle. 

Gathered soldiers and civilians: Queenkiller! Queenkiller! Queenkiller! 

Panel R.1: Hella makes an awkward ‘open your hand’ gesture to the boy, who warily opens his hand. 

Refugees: Isn’t she….That’s the Queenkiller. The Queenkiller?

Panel L2: Hella, with her head bowed, has her arms and shoulders draped with garlands of gems and pearls looted from Nacre. The ends of the strands run down out of the bottom and side of the panel. 

Military functionary: May you always bear the fruits of our holy empire. 

Panel R.2: The boy has a handful of apple candies poured into his palm. He looks up, defiantly. A few candies fall down outside the panel. 

Adelaide, to both panels L.2 and R.2: She holds the end of a pearl garland in one hand and an apple candy in another 

Adelaide: Then tell me…What are you going to do about it, Hella Varal? 

Panel M.3.A: Adaire’s hand drawing the refugee camp in Knoll Hollow into a map of Rosemerrow. 

Panel M.3.B: The Ordennan military camp being drawn outside the refugee camp. 

Panel M.3.C: The wall around Rosemerrow being drawn between the refugee and Ordennan camps as a border. 

Title Text: The Violence of Its Maintenance 

Subtitle: Story and words by Will Xia (boo-cool-robot)

Art and lettering by Brenna (wellnoe)

[doumadono]

MASTERLIST

A - aftercare

Alright, you won't be left completely empty-handed, but don't expect an abundance. Katsuki will undoubtedly attend to your needs, embrace you in his arms, and take care of the essentials. However, shortly after sex, he tends to drift off into a peaceful slumber, so you have up to 10-15 minutes to capture his undivided attention

B - body part

Katsuki is particularly an ass/thighs, however his passion knows no bounds, and he could devote hours to exploring every inch of your body. The way your hips gently curve, the subtle contours of your breasts - it all drives him wild

C - cum

He has an oral fixation and enjoys doing so on or in your mouth. If he's not planning to cum on your face, he'll opt for cumming in you, inserting his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on them while he does so

D - dirty secret

He secretly enjoys being the one ridden, reveling in the sight of you on full display from all angles as you bounce rhythmically on his cock. He can easily grip your waist, guiding your movements, relishing in watching you take him in almost to the hilt. Moreover, he takes pleasure in caressing your thighs in circular motions or gently parting your ass cheeks to aid in maintaining a consistent rhythm on his throbbing dick

E - experience

He may come across as reserved, but I'd confidently say he possesses a respectable level of experience. Katsuki's well-versed in knowing how to navigate sex

F - favorite position

Bakugo never bothered with anything out of the ordinary, preferring to splay you across the bed on your back, all while maintaining unwavering eye contact from the beginning until your ultimate climax. Additionally, he has a penchant for the thrill of bending you over his desk

G - goofy

Katsuki remains consistently serious, with no playful banter between his tender words and his brutal treatment in the bedroom (or wherever he decided to fuck you, depending on his mood)

H - hair

He has a blonde happy trail that he grooms fairly often. His grooming routine is straightforward. He doesn't trim his hair extensively, but surprisingly, his hair isn't too difficult to maintain

I - intimacy

He may not fit the traditional image of romantic person, but he truly cherishes the moments you share. Bakugo likes to gaze into your eyes while he’s taking you rough, he also likes planting tender kisses on your hairline and jaw as he nears his climax

J - jack off

I'd say he doesn't engage in self-pleasure very often. He tends to conserve his energy for later, and the frequency of this varies based on his stress levels. However, when he does, he’s the classic shower jerk off guy - it's cleaner and quicker for him to reach climax that way. Interestingly, when he's under more stress, he tends to be more aggressive during these solo moments, whether you're present or not. Additionally, he's a fan of mutual masturbation as a form of foreplay

K - kinks

Marking - Katsuki has a passion for leaving his marks, whether they be hickeys or bruises, and he's not concerned about their visibility or quantity. He becomes so engrossed in the moment that he loses track of just how many he's left behind

Size - Bakugo's broad physique is something he relishes, as it gives him a sense of being your protector. Simultaneously, he takes pleasure in filling your much smaller frame so full of his cock to the point where it leaves you utterly entranced

Dirty talk - while not leaning towards overly degrading language, Katsuki enjoys using words like "dirty" or "sloppy" to heighten the excitement. He revels in hearing you beg for him, and he'll encourage you by asking if you like how deep he’s fucking you or if your tiny little hole can fit all of his cock inside. On occasion, he might playfully refer to you as his private "cockslut" or "cumdump" while fucking your brain out

Sensory deprivation - blindfolds? He's all in. Katsuki delights in observing your anticipation as you feel his teasing touches and tender kisses trace all over your body, heightening your senses

L - location

Katsuki's open to fucking you anywhere, but always with your consent. He typically aims for semi-public settings. However, it's worth noting that there are occasions when he's a bit more adventurous, like making you cockwarm him in the bathroom of a restaurant

M - motivation

His jealousy. Katsuki has zero tolerance for anyone daring to look at you. With a low, warning growl, he'd utter your name, "Y/N," in a deep, rumbling tone as you exchanged smiles with a stranger at the bar. Of course, your intentions were clear, using them as a means to an end to attain what you truly desired - your beloved, fierce boyfriend

N - no

Food play isn't really his thing. While he might consider it on occasion, it's not a major interest for him. Additionally, when it comes to sex, consent is paramount, and he strongly dislikes the notion of non-consensual roleplay, even with prior consent

O - oral

Katsuki's incredibly skilled with his mouth, thanks to his oral fixation. Going down on you feels natural to him, and he could continue indefinitely, even if his jaw starts to ache. When it's your turn to pleasure him, if you decide to surprise him while he's working - trust me, it's worth it. There are two reasons he loves it: firstly, it's a blowjob from his beloved significant other, and who wouldn't enjoy that? Secondly, it gives him a reason to return the favor. However, by "returning the favor," he means that he will indeed reciprocate but will tease you along the way by not immediately giving you what you desire. Perhaps he'll show mercy, but that depends on the day

P - pace

Bakugo can and will rail you. It starts off gently, but then everything goes downhill and he’s not holding back, like at all. If he senses any discomfort or if you're hurt in any way, he'll slow down or even pause to ensure your well-being

Q - quickie

He prefers to use them as a form of foreplay or to build anticipation until you're alone and he can fully indulge in his desires. However, there are moments when his overwhelming lust takes over, and he can't resist pulling you aside impulsively to satisfy his cravings without delay

R - risks

Katsuki is into semi-public sex for sure. He finds the most excitement in engaging in sex where he knows it's highly unlikely you'll get caught, but there's that tantalizing hint of a chance that adds to the thrill

S - stamina

Katsuki's sex drive. He wants to fuck with you everyday. The thought of waking up beside you and indulging in sex throughout the day is incredibly appealing to him. However, he understands your limitations, so he doesn't mind the occasional restraint, prioritizing your comfort and well-being

T - toys

Bakugo is not too fond of them - he prefers to get you off using his own body

U - unfair

Katsuki's a notorious tease, and how unfair he gets depends on his mood or your behavior. When he's in the mood to tease or if you've been a little naughty (or both), be prepared for him to withhold pleasure until you're driven to beg for it!

V - volume

At first, he suppresses his moans, opting for sharp, hissing inhales and expelling air from his mouth. However, as he approaches climax, he'll lean in close to your ear to spew absolute filth into it so that he can feel you clench around his cock and send him over the edge. Grunting is also a thing

W - wildcard

As indicated earlier, he just loves to keep going. Seriously, if given the chance, he could fuck for hours. Marathon sex is his forte, and he particularly relishes the state your body is in by the end – it only fuels his desire to continue

X - x-ray

He's around 7 ½ to 8 inches, and the noticeable thickness and prominent veins provide a significant sensation of stretch during sex

Y - yearning

Never lets on just how much he wants you. He would rather have you come to him instead so he doesn’t look that needy but he wants to be balls-deep in you practically all the time. I'll repeat it - his sex drive!

Z - zzz

As mentioned earlier, after 10-15 minutes, he's ready to drift off to sleep. We're all familiar with his sleeping habits though 🤣 Bakugo is also a clingy sleeper, so he'll naturally hold onto you and prefer you as his little spoon

[twistmusings]

Eternity Float Event

CW: Spoilers below the cut but I thought I'd share some of my favorite details about the Eternity Float Event and mini character analysis because it's exceedingly cute? 😭

First, it's so sweet to me that the first person Jade picks to come with him is Azul? Azul refuses because if he does go Mrs. Leech will spoil him with food so he refuses (my boy still definitely struggles with food policing himself) but that's actually very sweet. Georgina herself is, notably sad about Azul not being there (even more so than being sad that Floyd didn't show up? Which is hilarious because it means she probably expected Floyd might lose interest but she's actually sad Azul didn't come to see her. She definitely adores Azul and sees him as part of her family too.) Plus Azul being flustered that Mrs.Leech gets along so well with his mom and grandmother is very funny.

Jade guilt trips no less than five people into going with him by manipulating the hell out of them. It's extremely funny because being in the Fandom when it was first released in the U.S., most people at the time assumed the most dangerous twin was Floyd because of his mood-swings. Your honor, I would like to petition the court to consider that Floyd is, in fact, just a morally grey little guy. Or like, very big guy, but you get the point. He seems to be the least likely of the three to actively do something sadistic or swindle you.

Azul pawning Jade off onto Yuu and being relieved that he successfully distracted Jade from harassing him into going. As it turns out, even he sometimes needs someone to come collect that freak of a man.

Jade has dreamed of being in a wedding, not as the groom but as a part of a tradition to try and tip over the newly weds gondola and admits he's been dreaming about it since he was young. The way he phrases the statement tells us a lot about Jade's motivation for wanting to do this because he notes something to the effect of "people cheer loudly when the Moray manages to tip the boat over fully". Jade is, once again, being kind of a brat and despite his claims that he doesn't like to be the center of attention, he really wants to be the center of attention actually.

Less about Jade specifically, but it is worth noting that this ceremony is specifically for when a human marries a merfolk and the couple remains on land (if I am translating correctly), meaning that it seems to indicate that there really aren't weddings in this form in the Coral Sea.

Of course, we get to see Jade's mother, Georgina, and the first impression of everyone in the group is how tall she is. She is noted to be a) taller than Jade, b) twice as tall as Riddle, and c) her sprite is taller than Malleus with his horns. I don't personally take the comment about being twice as tall as Riddle as 100% fact, but that would mean she could be as tall as 320 cm (around 10 feet). If I go based on sprite measurements, however, I would guess she's a few inches taller than the highest measurement of Malleus' horns. Considering Malleus with his horns clocks in at around 202 cm or 6'6", and measuring their sprite heights, I would guess she's close to 213 cm or 7' tall.

Just want to add, while that might mean Jade and Floyd are still likely to get taller, it could also mean that her husband is simply *much shorter* than her and the twins take after his height. Either of these are possible, considering we don't know exactly how Merfolk biology compares to human biology and how far into life they keep growing.

Speaking of fish and growing, one set of lines that stood out to me is when Jade mentions that he gave his mother Floyd's nicknames for inspiration for their outfits. Riddle is visibly a bit upset by this, and admits he doesn't like the comparison to goldfish because they are "small and red". Georgina apologizes for Floyd being rude (though she laughs as well) and tells Riddle "when released from captivity, goldfish can grow very large". Riddle seems to be excited by this, however Jade laughs. I believe Jade assumes Riddle is excited by the prospect of getting taller. Given Riddle's backstory however... and this is complete conjecture, it seems like Riddle may be correlating it to being under his mother's control and is excited that he may "grow" when he's free.

[winnieiscalmeth]

Rogue SFW Alphabet

Notes: recently watched the new X-Men 97' and fell in love with the lovely women in the show so here goes an sfw Alphabet about our hot southern woman, Rogue<3 (spoilers for 97')

Proof Read?: Nope

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Would become very affectionate if you had powers that could cancel out hers. She can finally hold someone without them crumbling and falling due to her hands.

B = Breathe (Do they feel relaxed around you? How does their demeanor shift when around you?)

Very calm. She'll be all teasing to her teammates but whenever you come around.  sweeter than suga'

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Same with Affectionate, she'll never let you go. Prefers being little spoon, but if you wanted to be little spoon she'll switch for one night.

D = Domestic (Will they ever leave the team? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She couldn't if she wanted to. As long as she's an X-Men she wouldn't want to leave. But she is good at cooking. As long as she's paying attention that is. Loves bringing you food she made.

E = Emotion (How do they hide their emotions? Are they good at it?)

Pretty horrible at hiding her emotions. If something upset her you can see the scowl on her face. On the contrary, you can see the excitement flowing through her whenever she gets to help you with something.

F = Fights (how well do they handle arguments?)

She would try to make it up shortly after you both calm down. Unless you were in the wrong then you'd have to apologize.

G = Grieve (if their partner were to die, how do they handle it?)

Well, we saw what she did in 97' after Gambit right? Right. It would be like watching her missing puzzle piece being ripped out of her hands.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What do they feel like?)

Loves them. Sometimes gets too excited and accidentally squeezes you too hard.

I = Interlink (How quickly do they realize that you are mad, sad, or uncomfortable? If you ever feel that way do they also feel it? )

Pretty quick to sense it. If you were visibly uncomfortable she would immediately ask about it and try to make you feel better. But the second you are mad at something she gets mad too.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What would they do when they get jealous?)

On a scale from 1-10, I'd say a solid 7.She trusts you enough but would still drag you away from the person flirting with you.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Where is their favorite spot to kiss you)

Hell yeah. She loves to wear lipstick and cover your face in markings. Her favorite spots are your lips and neck.

L = Love (who said "I love you" first? How much do they remind you that they love you?)

She did. She would always hint to you that she loved you before you got together, but since she was notorious for flirting you thought she was just joking.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married?)

Desperately. Already has a few places she wants to get married at.

N = Night time (Are they a night owl? How long does it take them to sleep?)

Can't exactly sleep through a night, being an X-Men and all. But that doesn't mean she doesn't take breaks to be with her pretty s/o.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

It would be subtle hints, then just flat-out telling you. It takes a while, maybe a few months into the relationship.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Quick. If someone were tapping a lot she'd ask them to stop in an obviously annoyed tone. Probably isn't allowed to be in an interrogation room.

Q = Quality time (what do they like to do with you?)

Loves to just hang out with you. Whether it's going out on a date with you or just watching a movie.

R = Reason (how did they get together?)

With her flirtatious behavior, you couldn't help but fall in love. You were also the first person she could touch without gloves on.

S = Security (Do you feel safe around them? Vice versa?)

Being with one of the strongest X-Men is pretty reassuring. You always try to protect her if she got hurt on the battlefield so she would say the same thing for you too.

T = Trust (How trusting are they with secrets? Do they trust you?)

Good at keeping them, unless you needed advice on a secret, then she'll ask someone for it but cover it up as a hypothetical question.

U= Understanding (how well do they know you?)

Good at urging you to tell her stuff. She knows a good portion about who you are and your backstory.

V= Value (how important are you to them?)

Very important. If you were in trouble, she would drop everything and come running for you.

W = Woo (are they good at flirting?)

Scarily good. It gave you mixed signals before you got together.

X = X-Men (Would they let you meet the other X-Men? Would they be accepting of you joining?)

She wouldn't mind having her s/o on the team. But would be more protective since now you could be a target for people who want mutants gone.

Y = Yearn (how do they cope when away from their partner?)

She would fidget with her gloves while thinking about you. She would always think 'just one more day till' I can see my sweetheart'

Z = Zzz (What is it like sleeping with them?)

She has to always feel you next to her. Her arm would be wrapped around you or her leg intertwined with yours. Or she just sleeps on top of you entirely. If you got up in the middle of the night to get a snack it would wake her up even if you could slowly levitate out of bed, she would sense your body warmth is gone and pop up behind you to give you a scare.

[justporo]

my queen. ur sfw alphabet for astarion....it was so good. so amazingly good. grrrrrRUFF!!! GRAAAAFPBRRRR!!!!!! anyways.....would you....be able.......to make......an nsfw alphabet 👀

Oh my sweet Anon, how could I say no? And you're not alone in wanting the NSFW version so here you go, hope you enjoy! And thank you so so much <3. You know flattery will most likely get you your way with me. Surely a thing Astarion and me share... This is Fem!Tav/Astarion btw.

I used this wonderful template (although I changed C slightly), thanks again to @the-coldest-goodbye.

Smutty headcanons about Astarion and Tav (in alphabetical order)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Astarion is very cuddly and comforting – especially if it was a little rougher. He’s always making sure you’re okay, holding you, kissing you gently, laying around naked afterwards just talking and relaxing. Especially since he’s learnt being comfortable with non-sexual intimacy he also just enjoys being close to you with skin-on-skin contact, feeling your warmth.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

“Just one, love? Don’t make me choose a favourite?” Let’s face it, he knows he has the body and face of a fallen god. He takes pleasure in looking and being beautiful (rightfully so), he likes that he has a body that’s well built and incredible to look that. But not even in that kind of hollow way but it’s just aesthetically pleasing and that’s a source of joy for him (also he loves his hair a lot). That also goes for you: he’s constantly reminded of every single little beautiful detail about you. The way your neck curves in an elegant line, the way your lips open into a smile, the small lines in your irises that are only visible when he’s like an inch away from you, the little dimple above your butt? Ugh – he could get lost in all those little aspects for they’re all infinite spaces of beauty.

C = Coming (switched that one because I liked this more)

Astarion takes an incredible amount of pleasure in keeping you on edge sometimes. The way it’s so very much in his hands to let you fall or not and the way you’re willingly giving yourself to him in that way. He’d never truly make you suffer though – he only does what makes it more exciting for the both of you.

Sometimes it might even be a little bit of teasing who might be able to push the other beyond the point of no return. (Punishable by law and the other will pay!)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It turns Astarion on way too much when you wear his clothing. The way your ass looks when you’re wearing only his shirt, when it’s visible just beyond the hemline. The way your hardened nipples peak through the fabric and the outline of your breasts shows through it – he can never get over that image. Certain way to get him to push you against a wall in three seconds or less.(And it will stay on during the sex, so he can smell you and what the two of you did later on.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Do we even need to answer this? He knows every damn trick in the book and he’s very creative and eager to show off and teach you.

But: Doing all this with someone he really loves? With someone he desires so deeply it threatens to melt him from the inside? That’s a whole new plane of existence he never even though existed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

“Again, darling, you can’t possibly make me pick just one. Because when you’re under me I can see your face when I’m deep inside you. I can watch your eyes roll back and how your lips soundlessly form my name and your legs wrapped around my hips can slowly drive me insane. But when you’re on top of me I feel like you’re a goddess gracing me with your blessing. And when you’re on all fours and I’m above you, I can feel the tension in your whole body, how you desperately use every inch of space to get more friction and look at your pretty little back arch while I grip onto your thighs.”

Enough said, isn’t it?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s probably way too used to putting up the perfect performance in the beginning. But he slowly learns that being intimate means so much more: that it means being so deeply comfortable with each other, each other’s body and mentally, emotionally, that’s not about perfection at all. And that it can be so joyful if someone cracks a joke in the middle of the act because somehow the moan Tav let out sounded like a dying squirrel. Or because Astarion butchered his cheesy line because you’re driving way beyond mad with the way your hips roll.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Elves have little to no body hair so there’s not much to take care of. The little hair that might exist just stays and is neatly groomed just like the whole man.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Astarion opening up in these moments is one of the most beautiful things. Because he slowly learns to experience real intimacy. He’s slowly fully there with you: it’s not an act anymore. His hands linger now on your soft, warm skin, his kisses become more passionate and never ending, his eyes burn with desire but mostly with love. And he makes sure to tell you: tells you how much he loves you, praises every inch of your body. His heart is so wide open when he gets there, he’s so ready to be loved and to give love – being amplified by the fact that he’d never even dared to believe he’d be allowed to feel something like this.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really – because why when he has you at his fingertips. Although if you had to be away for a little while he might find he’s craving you way more than anything else. And when he’s sitting soaking in the tub and he’s reminded of how you look getting out of the tub, streams of water glistening on your body – he finds himself pleasuring himself thinking about how it will be once you’re back with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hmm yes, the thing with blood. Drinking from you while being in the middle of the act – yeah, you kinda both enjoy that quite a bit.

But also it’s such a massive turn on for him if you give yourself to him completely. The fact that you’re trusting him this much is driving him almost insane.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Oh, it could happen anywhere at any time.

Your enormous bed is your favourite place by far though. After all this safe space of coziness is just where you can completely intimate with each other in any kind of way. But Astarion for sure has to test every surface in the house with you – at least once. Okay, maybe twice for good measure.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just you literally doing anything. Once he realises he’s in love with you, he’s fallen and can’t get up. You’re angry at him – woah, the look you throw him takes his breath away. The way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating on something – he wants to put his lips on yours immediately.

And let’s not even talk about when you try to deliberately turn him on. You wearing something naughty just for him? You very purposefully letting your hands wander and linger just a little too much for it to be innocent?

“Love, either you keep these naughty little hands to yourself or you’ll put them right there right now and finish the godsdamned job”, Astarion whispers huskily and grabs one of your hands, deliberately placing it on the growing bulge between his legs.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If he ever felt used in that way again he’s been put through for way too long – he will NEVER do that again.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Astarion very much enjoys giving head, because the way your thighs press around his head while he can feel you shiver and the way the pitch of your moans rise – hmm, delicious.

He hasn’t been receiving quite that often so he’s not particularly fond of it, until – it’s you and he realises how wonderful you look with your lips wrapped around him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the mood. There’s certainly not just the one way with Astarion. He can be so incredibly sweet and tender, touches like feathers. But another time it might be he has you up against a wall and it’s all about carnal lust – making it rough and quick. But he certainly always makes sure it’s pleasant for the both of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As much as Astarion enjoys spending whole nights (or days) with you under his hands (or the other way around), he wouldn’t say no to just quickly bending you over the kitchen table to give you a sweet little reminder why it is that you can’t get enough of him – ever.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experimenting, yes? He likes to show you new things, but he’d never put you in any danger and making sure you’re one hundred percent comfortable with what’s happening is always his top priority.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

No matter what you can’t possibly keep up with him. And he teases you about it (affectionately): “Aww love, I was just getting started. We didn’t even get to the real fun parts.” You just glared him, being too out of breath to put anything you wanted to verbally hurl at him into words.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

The only things he needs really is you and himself. Although something like tying you up against the bed sometimes? Covering your eyes? But for the most part he enjoys completely uninterrupted body contact the most – and that by far doesn’t have too mean it’s always sweet and soft. Those long and elegant fingers have much expertise with sleight of hand and they don’t call it silver tongue for nothing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, an awful lot. Astarion is the definition of a tease. But in his defence: he also takes delight in being teased back. It’s no fun if you don’t claw back. And bickering and teasing a lot is definitely your specific kind of foreplay.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Astarion’s quite verbal – especially since he’s discovering new heights of pleasure with his loved one. Groaning and moaning – especially your name or praises for you. Also he does not care if he’s loud – he’ll proudly let the whole world now how much he desires you (much to the displeasure of you and your party members, oops).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It’s Astarion absolute specialty to make you flustered in public. Once he’s found you get these delightful full body blushes he makes it his goals to tease you at the most inappropriate times. You hate him and you love him for it – this smug bastard. He just knows how to push your buttons way too well.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s hot alright. He most definitely has those muscles for vanity reasons and thankfully vampirism made sure he’s keeping those abs no matter how much of a domestic softie he’s gotten with you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High – especially in the beginning. Once he’s free to enjoy his own desires at his own pace there will most definitely be this high-demand honeymoon phase. You’re both not quite sure it will always really end (and you surely hope not).

But: it’s also important for Astarion that he’s getting more confident to maybe just not be in the mood every single time. Just like you aren’t always, too. And that’s completely fine, you assure him time and time again that you’ll never want him to indulge you just because he feels an obligation.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You can sleep when you’re dead. There’s way too much stuff to be done after: maybe another round (or more), cuddle, talk, goof around, down a bottle of wine.

Although slowly drifting into sleep after being fully satisfied and full of love and warmth: that’s definitely the best way to end a night.

[palpablestupor]

Out of curiosity, what made you choose to draw Garek with a tail?

Also your art fire Fr fr ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ *⁠･.⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Hiya, thank you so much for the kind words!!! I apologise in advance for the brain dump but I was excited to talk about my Cardassian tail headcanons 😂

The meta reason is because I think it makes his character design more interesting! I like depicting him shorter and fatter than canon too bc I think it suits him well, and adding the tail creates an interesting silhouette alongside that. I adore how diverse the DS9 cast are and it's super fun to over-emphasise that when I draw them.

In-universe, I headcanon Cardassians originally evolving tails to help them balance on the sands of their desert home. Nowadays, of course, they're almost entirely vestigial - most upper-class Cardassians and the Military dock them on the regular (they grow back, like Geckos) because they're impractical and are often looked down on as a sign of lesser evolution and the owner being too poor to afford regular surgery. Dukat hasn't had a tail since he was a toddler, and Damar lost his when he joined the military.

This connotation is why Garak never docked his even when he was a member of the Order. A tail would indicate to other Cardassians that he was too low-class to care about/be any danger, which obviously served him well undercover, and also served as a handy reminder from Tain of Garak's place in his home.

He continues to keep it after exile because a) he's used to it being there, b) It still makes him look harmless and meek to passing Cardassians, and c) Julian, the only surgeon he'd trust to do it, gets visibly upset when infant tail-removal comes up during book club. I wonder why...

[greenqueenhightower]

I loved the first episode BUT HATED B&C! 

S2 E1 SPOILERS:

I loved everything about Rhaenyra’s grief (Emma delivered in this scene!) Cregan’s appearance, being introduced to Alicole while having sex (I laughed so hard at Alicent's O face, she needed that, well done my girl), Alicent helping Criston with his armor, Otto’s visible frustration with Aegon during the small council and the hearing of the petitions, Aegon being that dad for Jaehaerys he wished Viserys was with him (present, inclusive and supportive), Rhaenys’ comebacks at Daemon and Daemon’s wrath, Erryk’s dilemma, Larys’ obvious knowledge of Alicent and Criston’s meetings, Alicent reminding Otto that she is still Dowager Queen and she needs to be respected for her sons to heed her council, and the heart-wrenching scene between Lucearys and Rhaenyra. 

But the best scene of the episode for me has to be ALICENT’S LIGHTING OF THE CANDLES, WHILE RHAENYRA MAKES A FUNERAL PYRE (we hear Alerie’s name *sobbing*; also LOVE THE PARALLELS of that scene with Rhaneyra and Alicent and her inner conflict to admit that her side, family, and herself, have committed a crime for which they need to atone and be forgiven by a higher power. In a deeper spiritual level, she tries to communicate with Rhaenyra). It was such a well-thought out and cinematic scene.

But I hated what the show did with B&C! Maelor does not appear, and even though Helaena is visibly traumatized, the scene downplayed book!Blood and Cheese’s manipulation and coercion as she was forced to choose one of her sons. We also did not hear her offer her own life instead of her children’s and it was so rushed imo. The sounds of them cutting Jaehaerys’ head off were indeed harrowing. I knew Alicent and Criston would be having sex as Helaena enters Alicent's chambers (still no alicole kiss) and had somewhat come to terms with it, but it was still annoying how little focus was placed on Helaena the whole time. She only said "they killed the boy" like it meant nothing. I do hope episode 2 does Helaena's grief justice!

Anyway, these were my initial thoughts! I’m excited for the season but kind of wished that at least for important events such as B&C the writers had stayed truthful to the books. 

[coldgoldlazarus]

Okay, mostly done screeching in excitement, now it's analysis time.

First point: That purple blast of the turret getting taken out looks great.

Looks like we're opening hot, a lot like Corruption's beginning. Hopefully won't be quite as protracted as the Norion battle, though, lol.

Also, I've seen some jokes already about how this section will end with Samus getting depowered like the openings of Prime and Echoes, but given how barebones her arsenal seems to be here, (missiles and morph ball, which sometimes she just starts with and keeps, maybe bombs too) I don't expect that to happen.

The HUD and helmet edges are a lot more dialed back this time, pushed as far into the corners as they can go. Probably better for visibility this way, but I am gonna miss the more wraparound feel of the previous setup, with the missile count and hazard meter along the sides. But this isn't a bad look by any means, and we still have a fair few items here.

A & B: My bet is this is the replacement for the old hazard meter. In addition to keeping it out of the way, putting it right next to the motion tracker is a good move. I may actually remember to use that more this way.

C: Health bar is obvious, of course, but I really like the move of tucking it away into the notch on the top of the Echoes/Corruption/Beyond(!) helmet visor. The lines around it suggest an empty row above, undoubtedly for the energy tank pips once those are picked up.

D & E: Minimap is present as usual, not really much to say there, but I love the addition of a compass direction scroll beneath it, which should be helpful for putting places in context of the broader map. (Tallon IV's elevator label system, anyone?)

F: Missile count has been shunted down from the side to the bottom corner. I'm interested to see if it will grow upward, or just stay in its present spot and scale accordingly, as you collect more expansions.

G: This is the one everyone's already pointed out, but it seems that we won't have a visor OR beam swap readout.

Scan Visor is still an option as shown in the next bit, but based on the lack of an indicator in the hud, it's probably just going to be a toggle between that and combat, without anything else like X-Ray or Thermal or Echo or what have you. (Or it could be that that would only get added to the HUD after picking up a third visor, but I won't hold my breath for it.) Kinda disappointing to deemphasize one of the cool new mechanics the Prime subseries brought to the table, on one hand, but I'm still grateful to have the Scanner, and the extra ones always did struggle a bit to see much use.

Similarly, a bit disappointed this means we're probably looking at a stacking beam like in Corruption and the 2D games, (unless of course beam swapping is still there and just being left off the HUD until relevant for the sake of cleanliness #copium) but not entirely surprising; I'll live.

But what is interesting is what's there instead. The D-Pad seems to be tied to non-Beam weapons or tools instead, with the missile launcher as the only one available at present. I'm really curious to see what the other items will be; I imagine this is going to be Prime 4's unique spin on things. I saw someone suggest affinity weapons like in Hunters, but given those all function like Beams, it feels weird to me to set them against Missiles instead, ammunition requirements notwithstanding. I'm not going to rule those out, of course, but I could see this being something completely different entirely.

Again, I am very glad to see the Scan Visor is still here at least. Even better is that it uses the full-body highlighting of objects like Echoes and Corruption instead of Prime 1's icons. Pretty minimalistic layout, all told; I like that the scanning bar is a ring now. And it doesn't reflect Samus's face by default like in Corruption, which makes sense since we're not liable to have the same kind of mutation shenaniganry happening here.

I forgot to snag a screencap of this bit on my computer, so forgive the lower quality, but this scene is interesting for a few reasons.

The Pirates' breaching charges letting them into this room just as Samus passes through a gap in the wall overhead is a nice touch, and also remniscent of some sequences from early on in Corruption.

The Federation guys in here seem to be wheeling away someone or something on a stretcher in a hurry. That could be important.

Energy tank up in the rail section, but blocked by a box. Are we just going to bomb through to get it right away, or will we drop down into the room, and have to come back from the other direction to pick it up? (Please be the other direction)

Samus looking spiffy here, even at a distance. And as some have pointed out, looks like she's walking out of a portal instead of a door, pointing to either more dimension-hopping shenanigans like in Echoes, or possibly the time travel elements I recall hearing Tanabe wanted to play with at some point. (This plus the black hole look of the logo makes me think this could be more likely.)

Whatever the nature of the portal, though, the interesting thing to me is the sort of circular structure in the rock around it, suggesting a doorframe almost. A lot of the portals on Aether seemed to actively cut into the environment at random, the rock carved out in perfect spheres with fucked-up edges, and interrupting the pre-existing architecture or geology. In contrast, this looks like it was put here on purpose, implying a more controlled creation. Potentially really fascinating implications in that.

I also kinda wonder if these portals will be replacing elevators as a way to get between regions.

Ignoring the big numbers in the middle, (though they do kinda mess with my prediction that Prime 4 was going to be a 2024 holiday title to avoid getting eaten by Switch 2's inevitable 3D Mario launch title,) a couple things stand out to me here.

Giant tree in the background is giant, and I love it for that. Also looks like it's not the only giant tree here, even if still probably the biggest. I hope we get to go there later.

But in addition, we have a bridge in the middle distance, and a tunnel opening in the foreground. I will eat my hat if we don't get to cross that bridge, and my bet is that they're going to pull a similar trick here as with Skytown, letting low-poly versions of other "rooms" be visible from the current one, but dividing them with interior sections for optimization reasons, allowing for amazing landscapes of all traversible terrain. I loved that there, it looks great here, I can't wait to go explore all this myself next year.

[see-arcane]

A Magnus (Protocol) By Any Other Name…

…will be just as horrifying.

Well, it’s time for me to dust off the corkboard, unravel some fresh red yarn, and cook up some new incredibly wrong but passionate theories. First one is bouncing off some key points:

1) The Magnus Protocol’s logo is composed of certain alchemic symbols, chiefly a version of the sign involved with creating the Philosopher’s Stone; the catalyst for riches and the Elixir of Life’s gift of immortality.

Especially tasty to consider, what with the first episode introducing us to poor Red Canary who discovered the ruins of the Magnus Institute were host to some strange symbols of its own inside.

2) A fellow by the name of Saint Albertus Magnus was kicking around in the 1200s and, like that famous French scribe Nicolas Flamel, he got a hefty posthumous reputation for having been a great alchemist on top of being a philosopher and scientist.

What does this add up to? First, I want to look at identity possibilities when it comes to who the Magnus(es) in question might be here.

Theory A: Jonah Magnus was part of a lineage with an itch to chase the more-than-earthly and, naturally, immortality. If not a direct descendant, then a sibling or cousin line. Can’t say Albertus would be jumping to congratulate the bastard for his ‘success story.’

Theory B: With apologies to the actual Albertus, maybe Jonah is that original alchemic Magnus. Or at least he wore the guy once upon a time and kept the surname. Maybe he fudged the ye olde records some centuries back. Death records, life records, whether or not old Al ran into some unsavory character with unpleasant gray eyes…

Theory C: Circles a bit back to A, in that Jonah wasn’t the only one in his family tree poking around supernatural and supernal forces. Assuming Jonah existed as himself at all in this place. Someone or something else might have been running this world’s Magnus Institute before it was roasted. While the current assumption is that the cast of characters we knew in The Magnus Archives might exist within TMP’s universe as themselves, we don’t have all the pieces yet.

Fun stuff!

But oh. Oh boy. I am chewing apart the implications of the main logo and the ‘protocol’ like an excited dog. Specifically, the possible implications of the Philosopher’s Stone symbol visible in the logo not being this…

…but this.

The sign is inverted. Which shouldn’t mean much, right? All the other little symbols chilling in there are right side up, what’s the big deal?

The same kind of deal that we see in the difference between a pentacle, associated with magic and pagan faiths in various forms:

And a pentagram, associated point blank with outright devilish and demonic dabbling:

Or, if you’re up on your Tarot, you know that there’s a world of difference between getting your card right-side up (delivering on the image’s classic meaning) versus flipping it to see the picture inverted (the opposite of the original intent).

So what does that mean for the TMP’s symbol, the same stamp which we might assume the Office of Incident, Assessment and Response has on their workplace? My guess: This is the insignia of a force or founder who put the ‘protocol’ in The Magnus Protocol. A foundation based on actively opposing what they took to be forces of a classically alchemic and/or infernal nature rather than the cosmic horrors we know the Fears as.

The Enemy is using these powers to evil ends. The Enemy is made of monsters. The Enemy includes Jonah Magnus, the spoiled offshoot of Albertus Magnus. Our sign is the opposition to his and others’ vicious quest.

Or suchlike.

In the style of Gertrude Robinson, the original person or persons behind the Protocol and our main characters’ Office appears to have hit upon a ‘fight fire with fire’ reaction to the Fears. We see how Alice, a veteran employee of the Office, displays a strong insistence on categorizing its statements very, very loosely, and actively not prying into deeper research in the way a place wholly possessed by the Eye would encourage. She’s seen people go strange upon following the lure of weirdness; but she knows from experience that the Office can be worked in jovially enough, sans side effects. The implication being that Colin is sprinting down that rabbit hole, poor dude.

If the OIAR is of the Eye, it is also against the Eye. Against all Fears, even as it absorbs statements of their actions. Feeding its patron while also cutting back the portions by way of not being too careful about the filing or the tasty background research. If the Eye is present at all in the Office, then it is settling for granola bars versus Jonah Magnus’ offered banquets.

Which all comes back to the question of:

If Jonah Magnus founded the Institute here, who is responsible for the OIAR?

My pet favorite is the ‘one who got away’ as far as Jonah’s classic 19th century days went—one Dr. Jonathan Fanshawe who got an eyeful of a victim’s blinking innards and broke ties with Magnus like they were pretzel sticks. We never do find out what became of him afterward.

His last written words to Jonah ran:

Nothing stood in the way of my retreat, and I dragged Albrecht’s body back as far as the coach. We left that awful place, and I have endeavored most acutely to forget the route. Before he was buried, I was able to secure permission to do an autopsy. I had some thought as to discovering the cause of his sudden, violent passing. Do I need to tell you what I found, Jonah? Do I need to detail what covered his organs, his bones, the inside of his skin? What clustered together in their dozens, and all turned as one to focus on me as I opened his chest, their pupils constricting in the light, with irises of every hue and color? Because whatever it was that did this to him, I know in my heart that it is your fault. I have had the body burned. Please do not write to me again. Your obedient servant, Doctor Jonathan Fanshawe.

You can feel the polite antique ice on that goodbye. Just as we can read here, and glean from his full letter, that the whole experience surrounding poor Albrecht is one he actively wishes he could forget. To not examine. And, of course, there’s the baited hook of Jonathan Sims’ next lines after reading the letter aloud:

Statement ends. (sigh) Disconcerting to find my namesake in a statement, especially one connected so directly to the Institute. I can only hope breaking faith with Jonah Magnus didn’t go too badly for him.

I can’t think of a better ironic hell for the good doctor than to find himself the abrupt focus of the Eye all over again. Especially when the meat of the letter-statement involves this scene:

“I had them rebound last year,” he said. “Damp can do terrible things to a book.” I told him I was certain that that was the case, but I must insist we talk about his health. Again he ignored me. Instead, he took the seat opposite me and started to tell me a story. And then another. And another. A stream of strange tales began to pour out of him, and I just sat there, transfixed, desperately wishing I had the strength of will to leave, but all I could do was listen. He told me of a seamstress, who laced her body with fine black thread, and when she pulled it all out in a single swift motion, her skin dropped away like a loose shift. He told me of a man so scared to die he spent a year weaving a rope blindfolded, so he would not know the length, and could not foresee the moment it would tighten around his neck when he finally threw himself into the void. He told me of a fire that burns so hot and fierce that to even know about it is enough to burn a man’s tongue from his head. He told me so many terrible things.

And at the end of it all, the only thing I could think to ask him was where he read them. My eyes darted to the books that surrounded us, but Albrecht laughed at this, and placed his hands across a spine that was simply labeled ‘A Warning.’ For a moment, he looked as though he were about to wrench it from its place and hurl it into the fire. But it passed. He turned back to me. “You do not understand,” he said to me in German. “I do not read the books. They read me.”

Isn’t that something? A crossing of paths with the Eye that wasn’t just inflicting its Stare upon him through a victim or an avatar, but effectively pinning Dr. Fanshawe in the role of the unhappily avid audience, however briefly. Forced to absorb a litany of horrors as another Jonathan would so many years later. Good foundation for someone who, upon discovering the insidious supernatural Powers That Be were not about to leave him alone, would try his best to turn that force into something to use against the monsters. A habit among Archivists who’ve had Jonah Magnus inflicted on them.

Assuming it is Fanshawe at the roots here, the act of designing a symbol centered on inverting the Philosopher’s Stone sigil makes sense. Cosmic and eldritch horror wasn’t really on the table for that era. But the demonic and the arcane were. As were, we can assume, history books to do with famous old Albertus Magnus and his possible connection to Jonah ‘Wants to Be an Immortal All-Powerful Specialboy’ Magnus. Whether it’s Dr. Fanshawe behind the OIAR’s inception or not, having it be somebody from Jonah Magnus’ early days works out—they would assume the bogeymen at work were merely hellish, nothing broader.   

Plus, there’s just plain narrative convenience to consider. ‘19th century guy knows Magnus is up to shit with his Institute. Gets suspicious. Gets avatar’d against his will. Gets proactive about it. Named Jonathan, good for a bait-and-switch down the line.’

But, I could obviously be 1000% wrong, as per usual with ¾ of my Magnus-flavored theories. It could be someone or something entirely unrelated, though I’m keeping my fingers crossed for Fanshawe. Especially when I stop to think about how very fond the Fears are of avatars who play hard to get, forcing their essence and power on those who want it least.

The arachnophobic Annabelle Cane.

The endlessly exhausted Oliver Banks.

The goodwilled and betrayed Michael Shelley.

The empathetic sacrificial lamb of Jonathan Sims.  

And perhaps, there at the start, Jonathan Fanshawe. Seeing and being Seen, balking at the Ceaseless Watcher’s work and the stories it wanted to share with him. Maybe, maybe.

We’ll just have to wait and See. 👁️

[weeklink]

winding wires and a busted tire

Summary:

“And just how long had she been working? Or rather, how long had it been since her last break?”

Tired, cold and desperate to go to sleep, Tari just wants to curl up next to Meggy. Unfortunately when she arrives back at their place, the matter of rest becomes the least of her worries.

Tags: fluff, late night convos, established relationship, overworking yayy, game physics mentioned, mild nudity but no sexual content, i spent WAY too long making this, how do i tag stuff help

Main relationship: Meggy x Tari

Author's note:

This is my first time posting fanfic so i’m terribly sorry if there are any glaring mistakes or the formatting looks off when you’re reading this, but please enjoy the labour of several late nights spent writing this (also hi tumblr :)

It had felt like an eternity before Tari was able to return back to Meggy’s apartment.

For starters, over the course of the mini speedrunner’s tournament Belle and all of her other friends hosted, the fact that they had indulged in excessive amounts of Mountain Dew and Doritos meant that sooner or later, she would either; A, feel like a slug, B, leave her tired and nauseous, or C, all of the above. 

Unfortunately, the trip back to their apartment had shown no mercy on her as the night doused the remaining bits of life left in the city, overhead clouds drenching the streets in freezing rain and leaving Tari half alive and thoroughly soaked by the time she finally made it to the front door of the apartment.

Although her hoodie managed to keep the worst of the rain off of her, she craved nothing more than to drink a giant glass of water and fling the clothes off of her back and collapse onto their bed, and after fiddling with the lock for a while, a resounding click let her know that she was free to enter.

Being careful not to disturb Meggy if she was asleep, she stepped into the familiar quarters of their home, if she could call it that yet. She had only lived there for a few months, yet the familiarity and distinct warmth made it feel like she had lived a lifetime in these walls. The haze of the rain on the windows painted the sparse city lights into a gorgeous view, washing everything over with an almost dreamy dark blue, the very colour of night. Even Loaf, Meggy’s brilliant tabby, seemed to almost fade in with its surroundings.

As she made her way over towards Meggy’s bedroom door, she stopped briefly, noticing a small sliver of light leaking out through the tiny gap on the floor. She left it up to a neglected light fixture, something left on and hadn’t been turned off, but upon opening the door, her eyes widened with concern as she took in the sight in front of her.

Hunched over a desk crowded with paper and stray notes, a small lamp illuminated a tiny area just enough for Meggy’s silhouette to be visible. Tari could tell right away she had pushed herself too far this time. On other days when she caught Meggy working late, she’d tell her to take a break or at least eat a little bit before getting her to sleep, but her absence that night deprived Meggy of any sort of reminder to rest, forcing herself to work until she passed out, no doubt.

So, tapping lightly on the doorframe, Meggy whipped around to see Tari standing in the doorway, causing a small smile to form as she sauntered over.

“Hey Tari, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon,” she mused, placing a small kiss on the corner of her mouth. “What’ve you been up to at Belle’s?”

Tari gladly humoured her request, going on in detail over the party, where glitch mishaps, exciting challenges and even more exciting matches started and ended throughout that evening.

“..It’s really amazing how you can do so many things with a rock and a physics engine these days.” Tari ended, snickering at how earlier one of her friends had been launched into the sky due to an overpowered boulder collision launch. “But I think you’ve heard enough about my night. What are you doing now?”

“Well, I’m just trying to sort out some schedules and stuff for my clients while you were away. Should be, um, fairly quick now that I’ve only got another half to get through.” but after finishing her sentence, a drawn out yawn quickly followed, prompting Tari to thoroughly examine her condition.

Really looking at her now though, she only wished in that very moment to burn the memory of the sight.

Her eyes had lost their once brilliant fire, irises fading into embers whenever her eyelids threatened to give out any moment she wasn’t writing. The long hair that she so prided herself with now looked like a husk of its former self, equally as messy and unkempt as its keeper, still wearing the clothes from when Tari left that evening.

And just how long had she been working? Or rather, how long had it been since her last break?

“Tari?” Meggy chimed, disrupting her thoughts.

“H-huh?”

“I already know what you’re thinking about. You can go ahead and prepare for the night without me, I’ll catch up once I’m done with this and we can still sleep together, but don’t help me finish up. I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.”

‘Keep you waiting’? The words immediately soured and left a haunting silence in their place as Meggy fixed her eyes only on the stacks of paper. Tari could hardly feel the ground beneath her anymore, and stumbled back to the door and scrambled to the privacy of their tiny bathroom, still grasping for any places she could hold herself steady as she tried to regain her composure.

She unwittingly forgot for a bit of time that words do hurt. Especially when someone you love uses them to wrap themselves in thorns.

Coming back to the bedroom after getting her footing back, the staunch darkness of before only seemed to accumulate, pooling in every little crevice and crease, save for the dimly lit desk resting in the corner. Still hard at work, Meggy continued to pore over the documents, scanning each and every one with unrelenting scrutiny.

But she could tell that overwhelming fatigue had already taken its toll. Her already limited movement was now steadily grinding to a halt, strained and desperate as if trapped in molasses. She couldn’t bear to keep watching her wreck her body like this.

Tari decided then and there, that enough was enough.

Taking care not to be too rough with her, she wrapped one of her arms around her shoulders, making sure to support her with a carefully placed hand at Meggy’s waist and at last hoisting her up and away from her desk.

But only a few seconds after prying her from her workspace, Tari overheard Meggy begin to gripe about her unfinished work, attempting to flee her hold back to her nest of paperwork and pens. However, exhaustion had sapped the last remnants of her strength, so she let Tari guide her along, doing her best to try and stay awake for her as they crossed the room.

When they arrived at her dresser, Tari let her lean against the wooden surface, rummaging through the drawers until she found a pair of dark, loose flowy pants, a simple oversized white t-shirt, and a well worn sweatshirt coloured a faded salmon pink. She went to hand them over to her, until the fact that Meggy couldn’t walk by herself to the other side of the room meant that..

She had to do it herself.

Turning back to Meggy, she could already see her starting to doze off again, meaning that she was now on borrowed time. So sucking in a breath, she steeled her nerves and prepared herself for the worst.

“Psst. Meggy? Meggy?” She whispered, gently nudging her awake.

“Huh-, what? Yeah, Tari?” Meggy groaned, blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

“You, um, can’t really.. Um, oh gosh how do I say this, move a lot by yourself, can you?”

“No, no, not really. Best I can do for now is just standing, talking to you, and sitting. Why do you ask?”

“Well, would it, uh, be alright if I could take care of your clothes for you? If you’re willing, that is.” Tari squeaked.

“Oh? That’s it? Yeah, go ahead. That’s absolutely fine. Yup.”

She paused before asking again. “Are you positive? Because I wouldn’t want to-”

“Hey, hey, relax. I know better than anyone that you mean nothing but the best. Besides, if you tried to make me feel uncomfortable, you’d have to show me something worse than Mario when he gets near a plate of bolognese.”

Tari struggled not to laugh at the comment, but made her way over nonetheless as she gingerly undid the buttons on her cropped coat, sliding it off of her shoulders before moving on to the rest of her clothes. She made quick work of her shirt, socks, and shorts, promptly redirecting her line of sight to a distant corner of the room upon catching a glimpse of her underwear. 

Then, it finally came time to undo her bra. It was simple enough, a sports bra with no zippers or clasps of any sort, but whatever she did, her hands only trembled in response. Sensing her panic almost immediately, Meggy took both of her hands and let her thumb graze the back of them, offering Tari a reassuring gaze. She gave her a warm smile in return, and after carefully wedging her fingers underneath the stretchy material, slipped it off in one smooth motion. Meggy let out a sigh of relief now that the last of her old clothes had been taken off, and patiently stood as Tari brought her new ones over, slightly shivering every time she felt the cool fabric brush against her skin.

Only for a moment, she glanced back at her desk again, barren with the towers of paperwork left behind. The light was still on, and from the looks of it, could be finished in only a few hours if she gave it more time. 

She kept staring, juggling the thought back and forth. Ultimately, she decided against it, knowing that it would have only eradicated Tari’s efforts in the end. Immobile and fatigued, Meggy, in the long run, wouldn’t get very far. 

After a quick check to ensure Meggy was good to go, Tari made sure that she was as comfortable as possible in their bed, bringing in mounds of pillows to support her limbs, and swaddling her in the biggest blanket she could find before setting off to change her own clothes and do some last minute checks on the locks and lights. 

Naturally, being buried under a fortress of soft, warm sheets and pillows immediately put her at ease, and as the soft sound of the rain drumming against the windows of her room started to set in, the fatigue and the stress of before dissipated into the night, fully melting into the steady warmth of the bedspread. 

Now, with only the sound of the rainfall echoing across the space, Meggy let herself look back on her memories for the day. In the blink of an eye, too many hours had passed finishing off her work. Hell, she might’ve stayed up until morning without Tari to snap her out of it. 

Come to think of it, it’s always been her hasn’t it? Back when Desti had only died a few months ago to tonight, she’s been there for her. And as long as she can still breathe, she’ll do her best to stay by her side to repay her for all she’s done. Soft rustling by the opposite side of the mattress alerted her to Tari’s presence and using the last of her energy, rolled over to face her.

Any light present before in the space had now left only a thick cover of darkness in its stead, sweeping over the entire room in a much richer, deeper, darker shade of blue than before, a silent testament to the lifeless state of the city around them. 

Yet, in the midst of all of the stillness, in all of the shadows, she saw only a reflection of her love.

Steady, almost rhythmic breaths helped fill in the silence between them as they let their eyes wander over the other’s features. Meggy concentrated only on Tari’s face, a stray hair on one side, and gentle, mesmerising tropical indigo eyes set in like precious stones. Tari on the other hand was more enchanted with how intimately curious Meggy was, delighting in how she studied her so intently, stifling a small giggle before pulling her even closer.

Now, they only found themselves getting even more lost in each other’s eyes. Enveloped in their arms and in fluffy blankets, they kissed, grinning with each soft touch, and every kiss tasting of heaven. 

When they finally parted, they nodded to each other in silent acknowledgement of their weariness, so beckoning Meggy even closer, Tari wound her arms behind her waist and tangled their legs together, leaving not even the tiniest of gaps between them.

In the quiet, pressed up against her chest and enveloped in her arms, Meggy could hear the pounding of her heart. It played for her a hypnotising lullaby of only a steady rhythm, lulling her further and further until she could no longer keep her eyes open, feeling herself drift into a place of hazy memories and warm dreams, but not before she could say her farewells for the night.

“Goodnight Tari..” she muttered as her words began to slur. “Thank you, for everything you’ve done for me over the years.. I’m way too lucky.”

“You’re welcome Meggy.” Tari murmured back, planting a small kiss on her forehead. “Please Meggy, don’t stay up pushing yourself too hard. I love you too much, so please don’t go and pretend you’re just something to use. Even people like you need rest.”

She gave her a small nod in response, and soon, her eyes could no longer be kept open. In her last conscious moments, Tari bid her a hushed farewell.

“I’ll see you in the morning, my love.”

[nickeverdeen]

Lila Pitts yandere alphabet?

Lila Pitts Yandere Alphabet

A - Affection

Lila shows her love with an intensity bordering on obsession. She’s fiercely protective, but her “affection” is as chaotic as she is. She might overwhelm her darling with attention, showing up unannounced, pushing boundaries, or forcing her way into their personal space, asserting that her love is the only thing they need.

B - Blood

Lila has no qualms about getting messy. If someone is a threat to her or her darling’s “relationship,” she’ll eliminate them without hesitation, relishing the power it gives her. She’s used to violence, and her twisted logic would justify any bloodshed in the name of love.

C - Cruelty

Once she’s abducted her darling, her treatment of them oscillates. Lila can be sweet one moment and cruel the next, mocking their attempts to escape or belittling their emotions, all while claiming it’s for their own good. She finds it funny when they resist, interpreting it as proof of their “chemistry.”

D - Darling

Lila isn’t above doing things against her darling’s will. If she thinks they’re resisting or being “stubborn,” she might use force to keep them in line, convinced they’ll come around. She’ll take away freedoms and insist that she knows what’s best, refusing to acknowledge any boundaries.

E - Exposed

Despite her intense attachment, Lila keeps parts of herself hidden. Vulnerability doesn’t come easily to her, but in rare moments, she may let slip her insecurities or her fears of being alone, hoping to guilt her darling into staying. However, she still maintains an air of control.

F - Fight

If her darling fights back, Lila would feel a mix of anger and thrill. She sees resistance as part of the game, something that makes their connection more exciting. She might even taunt them, playfully escalating things just to see if they’ll push her further.

G - Game

To Lila, their relationship is part of an ongoing game where she always has the upper hand. She gets a thrill from watching her darling try to escape or outsmart her, confident that no matter what they do, she’ll stay two steps ahead.

H - Hell

The worst experience her darling would endure might be one of her episodes of extreme cruelty. In moments of jealousy or frustration, she could turn cold and violent, showing them just how powerless they are, reminding them she’s in control. These moments would leave a lasting impression, especially when she flips back to being “sweet” after.

I - Ideals

Lila envisions a future where her darling is dependent on her entirely. She imagines a life where they’re inseparable, constantly reminding them that she’s the only one who’ll ever truly understand or love them, hoping they’ll eventually accept this warped view as reality.

J - Jealousy

Lila’s jealousy is fierce. If she perceives any threat, she’ll lash out, taking her frustration out on her darling, berating them for making her feel insecure. She might resort to violence to eliminate whoever she sees as competition, and then “apologize” by demanding her darling’s reassurance.

K - Kisses

Lila’s kisses are intense, possessive, and often uncomfortably forceful. She uses them as a way to claim her darling, rarely giving them a chance to refuse. Her affection is suffocating, and she can be touchy even when her darling clearly needs space.

L - Love letters

Her approach to courting is brazen and invasive. Lila would show up uninvited, pull her darling into random conversations, and make possessive remarks to mark her territory. She might even send unsettling notes, leaving reminders of her presence in places where her darling least expects it.

M - Mask

Lila’s true colors aren’t drastically different from her public self. Her chaotic, intense nature is always visible, though she tones it down around others. Around her darling, however, her obsession and darker side come out full force, revealing just how unhinged she can be.

N - Naughty

Lila would use punishment as a way to reinforce her control. If her darling defies her, she may isolate them, restrict their movements, or use emotional manipulation to remind them of their “place.” Her punishments are unpredictable, keeping her darling on edge.

O - Oppression

Lila would strip her darling of their freedom, taking away basic rights like privacy and contact with the outside world. She’d justify this by saying it’s for their own good, refusing to let them make decisions without her approval.

P - Patience

Lila’s patience is limited. She’s quick to act on her impulses, and if her darling doesn’t fall in line, she’ll force the issue, growing increasingly volatile until she gets her way. She isn’t willing to wait long for them to “realize” they love her back.

Q - Quit

If her darling were to leave or escape, Lila would be devastated, but she wouldn’t stop pursuing them. She’d become obsessed with finding them again, unwilling to accept that they could truly be gone. Her love is too consuming for her to simply let go.

R - Regret

Regret is rare for Lila. While she may occasionally feel a pang of guilt, she quickly rationalizes it, convincing herself that her actions are justified. She genuinely believes she’s the only one who can keep her darling safe and happy.

S - Stigma

Lila’s upbringing and loneliness have fueled her obsessive tendencies. Feeling abandoned and betrayed has made her crave control and security, leading her to latch onto the idea of owning someone she loves completely, convinced this will fill the void.

T - Tears

Seeing her darling cry or scream doesn’t deter Lila. In fact, she might be intrigued by their pain, seeing it as proof of their connection. She’ll twist their distress into something “passionate,” viewing it as just another part of their intense relationship.

U - Unique

Lila’s uniqueness lies in her mix of childish impulsivity and violent dedication. She’s prone to outbursts but also carefully calculated actions, making her unpredictably dangerous. Her approach to love is intense, chaotic, and rooted in her own warped logic.

V - Vice

One weakness her darling could exploit is Lila’s need for reassurance. If they can manipulate her insecurities, they might convince her to let down her guard or give them more freedom, at least temporarily.

W - Wit’s end

Yes, Lila could hurt her darling if they pushed her to her breaking point. Her love is all-consuming, and any sign of rejection or betrayal could trigger a violent response, though she’d rationalize it as just another expression of her “passion.”

X - Xoanon

Lila reveres her darling, idolizing them in a way that justifies her actions. She sees them as her missing piece and would go to any lengths to ensure they stay together, refusing to accept any other reality.

Y - Yearn

Lila wouldn’t pine for long before acting. Once she’s fixated on someone, she won’t waste time letting them slip away, swiftly moving to secure them in her life, convinced they’re destined to be together.

Z - Zenith

While Lila’s goal isn’t necessarily to “break” her darling, her constant control, manipulation, and erratic behavior could wear them down over time. She wants them to submit and accept her love, even if it means they lose a part of themselves in the process.

[wrongcaitlyn]

alr so i've been kind of thinking ab this for a while:

so we know that nico has seasonal depression from his mom and bianca dying but what about will or leo?

i think you said will lost his mom at 6 and that nico lost his mom in like middle school-ish right?? (i dont think you've ever specified the age that leo lost his mom, but idk)

would will not have as much as a response to his mom dying because he was younger AND had apollo or would nico have a more vivid response because both bianca and maria died at the same time, he was older and could remember more clearly, and because his father wasn't the best.. anything?

sorry it was just something that was on my mind so yea.

BUT i have more questions (sorry not)

will piper ever come out w/ shel? i know she posted a pic at pride but it never specified who shel actually was. another question abt shelper: if they ever did come out as a couple, would piper or shel be like hesitant. i mean piper's famous and some people would already be upset that she isn't dating jason so... and shel might be like scared because i know i would be like omg, im dating this famous model/actor, if we ever came out, how would the public react to me???

okay so that's just my thoughts and i was just thinking abt it a lot so yea. sorry for kind od bombarding you 😛

ooh okay lots of questions I HAVE LOTS OF ANSWERS I LOVE THESE <33

so naomi died when will was age 7 (so like 2nd grade) and maria/bianca died when nico was age 10 (nearly eleven) (6th grade) - i don't have a specific age at which esperanza died, but leo arrived in la in 6th grade, and was in and out of foster homes for a while before then and had run away all the way from texas to la. i think that she probably died when he was around 8 or 9.

i think the reason will is a bit better at coping with his grief is because of several reasons -

a) you're right, he was much younger, and also because nico lost both his mom and sister. i also think that nico was much more attached (almost unhealthily) to bianca, whereas will didn't see naomi as much, and he was already living a rather unsettled lifestyle while he lived on the tourbus with her band, her crew, and various nanny's/babysitters.

b) he went straight to therapy after losing naomi, and also in general just had a much better support system through apollo and leo when moving in with his dad. he moved from that touring lifestyle to a stable home with a parent who cared a lot about him, had therapy and enjoyed school, and was (though of course he missed his mom) relatively excited about living a normal life at a normal school with normal kids.

would will not have as much as a response to his mom dying because he was younger AND had apollo or would nico have a more vivid response because both bianca and maria died at the same time, he was older and could remember more clearly, and because his father wasn't the best.. anything?

so you pretty much hit the target perfectly there!

and c) will and nico, even in canon, just tend to deal with their grief differently. will works through it and tries to become useful, whereas nico self-isolates and is generally more,,, visibly depressed? if that makes sense? that's not diminishing the effects that grief had on will, but he's just naturally a person who, when dealing with negative thoughts, would rather stress himself out by working harder or losing sleep studying rather than nico, who can't find the energy to get out of bed. neither are invalid ways to deal with grief, just different - and, of course, leo deals with it very similarly to how he does in canon. joking about trauma and avoidance of his past. also different, but still grieving.

and for the second question! piper will most definitely eventually come out with shel. i'm hoping to eventually either write a second chapter of the piper oneshot or write a second piper oneshot (i haven't decided which way to do it) that will follow their relationship from where i left off at their oneshot up until they do come out :) i'll probably cover it more when i eventually write that, but i think they both have their reasonable worries and doubts about coming out publicly, especially because shel is brand new to fame, and this is piper's first public relationship... aside from the will-they-won't-they jason debacle. but with the right amount of communication and properly talking about their insecurities and doubts, i can guarantee they will have a happy ending :)

never apologize about the questions!!! sometimes it might take me a while to get to them but i love answering these!! thank you!!