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chillwildwave · 8 months ago

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The Wishing Kingdom: Chapter 2: Hearts Of Green

Context of this animatic: In the kingdom of Rosas, a bunch of servants are waiting outside of the castle as the royal couple make their grand entrance announcing some news for the entire kingdom, now here's some parts of the script:

Slave 1: What are you doing just standing there, the king and queen are waiting, if not, we'll be sacked, it won't happen to me, and not to you!

Slave 2: But just the thoughts of all honesty cripples under my skin, what if I... Stop thinking about them?

Slave 1: All I can say is to just keep your thoughts to yourself and come with me, we got a show to go too!

(At the castle)

Slave 1: Just remember what I said earlier, just forget the thoughts and other ones too!

Slave 2 (confused)

Slave 1: Nevermind they're coming!

(The Royal couple make their entrance)

Magnifico: GOOD MORNING ROSAS!!!!!!!!!

(grand applause from the servants)

Amaya: We’re so happy to have you all here, am I right, mi Amor?

Magnifico: Absolutely, its always a pleasure when our people look at our hearts to see the inside of us, and I do the same for you as well.

Magnifico snaps back to reality: And now, our rules for this ceremony coming up is that you need to tell us what you wish for, think about it, it could be your very own personal target to aim for, and we can grant it for you.

Amaya: And most importantly…

Servant 7: But what if we don't tell the wishes?

Amaya: WHO dares to look down on the mistress like that?!

Magnifico: Darling, darling calm down, it's nothing too ill-treat, its just a… Just a question.

Amaya: Oooh yeah, I forgot, and so the answer is, if you don't tell us your wish, you would have no choice but to drag your entire body to the town markets where the scatters will wait for ALL OF YOU, until we decide, no matter how long it takes.

Magnifico: Now finally, to conclude, we shall make sure everyone’s wish gets granted, including some others as well.

Amaya: And there's not need to pleed because we know how to grant such power.

Magnifico: Now everyone, BOW DOWN!

(everyone bows down while chanting “All hail the king, all hail the queen!”

Magnifico: Its only a matter of time before the ceremony, darling, only before, WE get the job done, then they'll never know…

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Back at the hamlet,

We get a shot that is similar to that of Sleeping Beauty where it zooms into the cottage where Asha is seen about to enter after her conversation with her 3 friends, she is seen outside the door where we go into Sabino and Sakina as they are cleaning up the house for when Asha enters.

“Nearly finished…” Sakina declared as she was at her final fate of dusting the ceiling with Sabino holding onto her, which explains something about their height difference.

“Agh, Sabino, I’m trying to get down, but your head is just, a bit too big for my size.”

He immediately took this as a compliment as he tried to balance the weight of his own body causing Sakina to start discharging her balance whilst holding onto him so that she could dust the final area of the ceiling.

“Well, it's not that big, it's mostly not because of my appearance, isn’t it, if it is, I’m not that old!”

Sabino tries to defend himself like a six-year-old child, but it would never work. “And if it weren't for your, giant-self, I wouldn't have to do all this!”

He defended yet again, close to fall right near a table where a couple of flowers were held, near the rock collection where Sabino had kept for a long time, before he nearly fell, there was a knock at the door.

Could it be Asha, could it be that resident who's always been a part of their entire village? Would she ever notice that mess that both her grandparents had, couldn’t she handle the situation herself if she was a part of it?

As soon as the sound echoed through Sabino’s ears, he darted towards to the door, where Sakina fell with a dust still in her hand, her head tilted to the ceiling, where she noticed that not even a feather of dust sat in its spot, while she was proud of herself for doing the chores inside, she also ran towards the door to help with the door as well, even though Sabino made it first.

As soon as his hand connected with the door, Asha was seen outside of it, with her basket and Valentino inside, jumping up and down while she patted him back down to remain calm.

“Hey everyone, did you miss me?”

Asha explained while she entered the room, noticing how a sparkle was translated into its floors, while her eyes were lit of surprise, Valentino hopped out of the basket, sniffing the floor underneath the bed noticing the dust still inside.

Sakina gave him the look, her eyes widening about to pop out!

“Oh, you're right, Valentino, I didn't notice that was there all along” She knelt down while she scooped up the pack of dust in her hands.

Asha was next to him where she was about to sit down on her bed, Valentino hopped on the bed as well while he tried his best to collect Asha’s equipment to take out of the basket.

Sabine strolled towards the bed, he tried his hardest to sit down for his small size, he gestured to Sakina as well, and she responded with a delightful touch when she was next to Valentino.

“So, how was your day outside in this Hamlet?”

Sabino looked at Asha in the eyes, inquisitive for her answers.

“If I’m not cutting my tongue, um, I would say that it was alright, nothing special.”

She replied, her whole body tugged with her arms whilst witnessing the look of her grandfather.

“It was just me and Leo, Gillia and Dextrous, hanging out and doing the daily, I guess…”

Her tone remained the same until she paused before saying “I guess” which is meant to imply that something isn't right.

“You guess? Oh, come on, Asha, cheer up, you got a whole day ahead of you!”

Sakina motivated her through her presence despite Asha’s low presence which was obvious through her emotions.

“Heh, thanks grandma, but… I know this is how we live because the hamlet is a home to us, but I’ve had this dream, a dream where… I don't know how I can explain but it was truly something Ive been invested in.”

Asha looked satisfied with what her mouth had to say, the dream she dreamt of was distinct from any other dream, she knew it, but no one else didn't, except Valentino, while she did that, he was still looking over her sketchbook to turn to her latest page, not with the self-portraits, but her recent pictures with her gesture drawings.

While they weren't perfect like she'd hoped, Valentino saw in her process that she is slowly developing her new skill, even Sabino didn't notice, so he decided to grab it and look at a few of her drawings.

“Hmm, lets see, you've been swearing, huh? Have you?”

Sabino’s curiosity rose like a nerdy child once they grabbed the dictionary, Asha seemed to get defensive and replied that she would never do anything like that at all, not even in the entirety of life, he then realised that her swearing was a plea to explore more of herself through her artistic traits.

“Okay, I can see your skills are coming through in handy, but are sure you're going to make it someday?”

Asha nodded although she was still conflicted with her own skills, she tried not to acknowledge that through her smile, while she leaned towards Sabino who tried talk to her.

“If that's your wish, you should write it down on a ribbon for the stars!”

Sabino persuaded her while he was about to grab a ribbon and a feather pen for her to write her wish, although this was a complete tradition, Asha was still bugged about something that was odd.

“I know that true, but why can't I go and make a wish in person?”

This question struck Sabino in the heart, it struck him so hard he was unable to move, he knew that something prevented them from meeting the actual stars, after a moment, his hand was on Asha’s shoulder as he tried to explain the dark truth…

“Asha… Ever since it was read, the king and queen were the ones who broke the main tradition of wishing, they knew their wish was dangerous, and although the stars couldn't grant it themselves, they took on the challenge to manipulate and grab on that power by themselves as revenge, since then, we only stick to the ribbon tradition because if you tell your wish, its unlikely that it would come true but if you show your wish through this ribbon, the stars will come down in no time!”

Her gasp couldn't stop, she knew that this was the King and Queen’s doing, but she still had hope in herself to make a wish in person, although her brain never had the mind of its own, Sabino still believed that through her heart, she would be able to make her dreams come true.

“But what if someone, who wasn't the King and Queen, gave it a chance?”

She had so many questions in her mind, including one she asked earlier.

“Oh Asha, it is almost impossible, but maybe someday, there are thousands of people in this hamlet who have the power to make their fairy tale conclude with a happily ever after, through striving themselves into their own dreams, whereas over into Rosas, it’s like a plot twist.”

Sabino’s tone shifted into his voice as if he was running out of water, so much so that he needed a drink to warm his voice up, while he still flipped over a page, he had no choice but to hug Asha close to him because he knew that she was distraught by the answer, although she already knew the backstory, she never knew that doing things on her own was that dangerous.

“It’s okay, but someday, I will make a change, I will do it!”

Asha whispered in her grandpa’s arms as she was close to falling asleep, meanwhile Sakina gave her a kiss on the forehead before carrying on with her sorting with the thousands of rocks that Sabine had collected for years, meanwhile Valentino guarded the door in case any stranger would cross the path…

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We fade to a mysterious black, it takes a few seconds to hear footsteps from someone or something, at first they’re still and soundless but as the footsteps get closer, more louder they get with the background music becoming more chaotic with a wailing choir, and after that montage, the screen becomes a door where Valentino guarded with a silhouette of Magnifico and Amaya standing before us.

(It’s this scene where Mag breaks into Asha’s house but this time much more menacing.)

There’s no dialogue during the first part, the background music gets more suspense and the choir wails even more, further setting up the mood of the scene, Sakina startled herself as soon as the door opened but after seeing the king and queen, Valentino slowly turns his head and is frozen still like a statue, after Sabino woke up, tears were forced to come out of his own eyes, his mouth drooling with horror, while Asha was still asleep.

The king and Queen walk slowly past Valentino and right towards the bed, where Asha was sleeping, the camera zooms into Asha, her innocent face while she sleeps peacefully, then it goes into Magnifico’s hand, caressing her hair, and Amaya kneeling down and whispering that if she’s ever wondered if living in a fairy tale where she became the princess, but it turned out she wasn’t even a princess to begin with, she is from the Hamlet.

Whilst the whispering still carried on, Asha took time to open her eyes and was startled to what she saw, her eyes darted to Sabino, then to Sakina, and finally to Valentino, then back to the king and queen, she had no idea what was going on, she never knew that the king and queen paid a visit, but was she wrong all along?

And just like that, Magnifico and Amaya grasped onto her arm, and with his cape, SWOOSH! They were gone, with Asha under their wing, the camera is still a shot of the bed, where she laid the whole time, Sabino still had his hand out, desperate for her to return, while he was still frozen, Sakina walked over to his side and wiped a tear from his eye, his hand slowly came down and hugged her almost immediately, they couldn’t believe it, their most beloved treasure, now all they have is a bare chest with none of their precious fines in it, inside was an empty step leading down to a mosh pit of doom…

As for Asha, her way into life, never seemed any different, but if her life was leading a castle, the gates would soon open…

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Final Thoughts

Hello, hello, for I have risen and finally completed that animatic, for the second chapter of my rewrite, now in the animatic and the chapter itself, I wanted to contrast the differences between Rosas and the Hamlet further by establishing their point of views on how to grant your wish, and yes, the part where you tell the wishes in Rosas and you show the wishes in the Hamlet is a clear reference to Cinderella because in that scene, she did say that if you tell a wish, it won’t come true, and I really wanted to showcase that contrast with my visual storytelling skills.

Another thing that I enjoyed was that I explored Sabino and Sakina’s dynamic that was used through height difference, Sakina is a lot taller than Sabino making it difficult for him to help her in a situation but their dynamic with Asha is more father-figure like Tiana’s Dad in The Princess and The Frog, and I also like how my Asha wants to change the world someday by doing something daring, which is to make a wish in person rather than using a ribbon, I feel like it goes to show that doing something small can mean big things but now that she’s taken by Magnifico and Amaya, will she ever be able to take her most wanted dream to become an animator, or will she sacrifice it for living in privilege?

And also, the cliffhanger I wrote, I feel like that was the best part of writing my second chapter, this is because I wanted to make sure that my story was suspenseful enough to hook readers in, and I was able to do exactly that by using my writing as if it’s a screenplay with my visual storytelling so that I’m capable of writing a fantasy-based story, in the next chapter, the focus is set entirely on the King and Queen and how they fostered Asha during all those years, and they could teach her some of their own methods of magic, will she struggle or will she succeed?

And finally, if you want more for this rewrite, feel free to like, reblog and leave a comment or a few comments down below as I would love to see how much fun you’re all having with this story, you can ask me a few questions about the rewrite too, I’m looking forward to writing Chapter 3 next, let me tell you, this is one hell of a ride!

Thanks for reading!

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scaly-freaks · 8 months ago

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pls dont laugh at me but...aegon and amara in a love island au but uk love island bc it was funnier

Why would I laugh? You're right. Our Love Island IS funnier. There's nothing like an Essex girl snapping gum as she points finger guns at a cheating man she met two hours ago and yells about how her heart is irretrievably broken.

That being said...of all the AUs anyone's ever given me, this might just be the most fitting for Aegon I've ever read. He literally belongs there. He's short, he's pretty, he's loud, and he jokes about his cock like he's being paid for it. And now I am laughing. Anon, you're a fucking genius. Oh god, he would make a frat bro group immediately once he got there.

Amara would NOT choose him btw. She would probably go for a guy who's twice his height and has a deep, sexy South London twang, whereas Aegon's a fully gruff Northern drawl. I see her being the villa darling tbh, she's sweet, she doesn't try to take anyone's man, and she's usually the first one asking other people how they're doing and sorta kinda becomes the villa therapist.

Aegon would be trying his HARDEST to win her, but it's like watching that gif of the big guy beating on oblivious Spongebob. Amara is skipping around all happy and How are you, Egg-on Toast? Are you well? and his throat gets all closed up and he's like trying to come up with a flirty line which usually happens easily but not with her. And camera catches it EVERY TIME. It becomes a running gag for the audience. When it comes time for them to vote who goes on a date, the votes pour in for Aegon to go on a date with Amara, and she's a little 'eh' but he's CHUFFED. Then the entire country basically watches him bomb the date because he can't get a proper word out, and when being genuine doesn't work, he goes back to fuckboy Aegon and completely turns her off.

They don't really interact after that, but then Casa Amor happens, and Amara's so happy to get her man back but he walks in with a different girl entirely. And it's SSSSOOOOOOOO. Everyone thought they were gonna win the show but apparently not. And she's just sitting there smiling, but her ears are red, and her eyes are a little glossy and she keeps saying she's fine, she's fine, and then doesn't even yell at the guy for humiliating her. She doesn't have any other connections in the villa either, so on the next fire pit gathering, she's probably going to be kicked out as the only one without a partner.

BUT -

Aegon happily ditches his girl on the next vote and says he wants to keep Amara in the villa instead. AHKFJDHKFJHKJFHKDJFHJKHFG. You can never keep a boyfailure down.

p.s. Did i just accidentally reveal I've watched too much Love Island in my time?

#love island au #good lord #icb this is a tag #and yet aegon would be the perfect candidate #aegon x amara #asks #aegon ii targaryen

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askstevella · 26 days ago

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Ship Headcanons + Tag Challenge 🍿🙈♥️

Idk how I never thought of this before but it’s a perfect way to start off the new season 😉

Have fun with this one!

Note: You don’t have to answer every single question, if you don’t want to

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Stella

Who felt romantic feelings first? Steve

How did they first meet? At the Park near Avengers Tower

What’s their height difference? Age difference? Steve is 6’0 and Stella is 5’4. Steve is 95-104 and Stella is 28-32

Where was their first kiss? In The Tower Elevator

Who takes the lead in social situations? It depends on what’s going on, sometimes it’s Steve and other times it’s Stella

Who gets jealous easier? Steven Grant Rogers!

Who said ‘I love you” first? Steve.

Who remembers the little things? Both do, but mainly Stella, mainly to catch him off guard

Who initiates kisses? Both, depending on the mood of the other person

Who’s more protective? Steve

Who’s use cheesy pick up lines? Stella

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Domestic Life 💕

If they get married, who proposes? Steve, obviously

What’s the wedding like? Who attends? All their friends and family duh! It’s a nice wedding, not anything too big after the first one was destroyed…by Sylvie’s revenge on The Young Avengers!

How many kids do they have, if any? 3! Two boys and one girl. Bradley, Kendall & Mari

Do they have any pets? Steve wants a dog!

Big spoon & little spoon? Steve is the big spoon and Stella is the little one

Who’s the stricter parent? Depends on the situation, but when comes to it, it’s Steve

Who worries more? Stella, even if she’s cracking jokes and whatnot, she worries

Who kills the bugs in the house? BOTH!

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Stella. But if she wakes up at 3am, Steve drags her back to bed

Who’s the better cook? Stella

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Bonus questions! 💘

Who most likely to be a night owl or morning bird? Stella is the night owl and Steve is obvious morning bird, that man wake up at the crack of dawn to goes for a morning run. Meanwhile she is sound asleep

Pet names for each other? Stella calls him ‘darling?, ‘honey’, ‘babe’ , ‘mi amor’ and etc. Steve calls her ‘sweetheart’, ‘love’, ‘sweetie’, ‘babe’ and etc

Nicknames for each other? Steve calls her ‘Elle’, ‘Ella’, and or ‘Stell’. Stella calls him ‘Stevie’ or just her nicknames for him

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? They cuddle and show affection but not something wild or odd in public

Did any of their friends or family members want them together? Natasha and Leo did! Oh Ethan was rooting for them HARD

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KEEP THE CHAIN GOING!!!

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Ahh that’s all folks! Feel free to reblog, share and comment with yours 👀

I’m interested to see about the others

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#couple headcanons #ship headcanons #shipping #oc x oc ship #oc x cc #stevella #ask meme #ship challenge #ship meme #couple memes #marvel x oc #ask the super spouses #marvel roleplay

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swiftsmlb · 1 year ago

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dating patrick sandoval includes..

warnings: mentions of sex. other than that. none!!

this was requested! hope you liked it!!

(credit to the gif maker)

the two of you meeting through an interview

patrick immediately falls for you.

being the angels on field reporter

spending 24/7 together

supporting one another

him loving everything about you. I MEAN EVERYTHING

admiring you all the damn time

“you’re so beautiful.”

he loves to praise you

you’re his number one fan

comforting him through the toughest losses

and being there for the huge wins

post game sex, especially after he does good ;)

posting you all the time

calls you “baby, princess, mi amor.”

he gets jealous easily

you’re his & his only. he makes sure you know that :)

always having an arm wrapped around your waist

he can cook .

cheek kisses

the height difference >>

wearing his jersey and only his!

cuddles

he loves to be the big spoon

picnics on the beach

late night car rides

with the windows down ^

dancing in the rain

he loves to bring you your favorite flowers

off-season vacations

patrick asking you to marry him

obviously you say yes- who would say no?

he’s so perfect

#baseball #major league baseball #baseball imagines #imagines #mlb #mlb imagines #patrick sandoval #patrick sandoval x reader

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anamazingangie · 1 year ago

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Global Warming | Rhaenyra x Daemon

🖤 Rated E 🖤 4.8k words 🖤 Complete 🖤 by AmazingAngie 🖤

Tags: Modern!AU, Size Kink, Smut, Fluff, Humor, Uncle/Niece Incest, Minor Cheating, Angst Free, Minor Rhaenyra/Harwin

Summary:

Rhaenyra Targaryen did not, did not have a size kink. But she was sitting across from him and thinking about it. The it, in this situation being his allegedly gigantic penis. Laena had told her about it. And then scoffed and said, “Are you really that surprised? That man radiates big dick energy.” or: Rhaenyra has a totally normal amount of interest in her uncle’s penis.

No warnings apply, all characters 18+

part three of ? of amorous autumn / kinktober.

6. size kink / size queen / size difference

🖤 Global Warming🖤

Rhaenyra Targaryen did not, did not have a size kink.

Her personality was large, but her person was not. She had often been compared to a doll in her youth for her dainty features—so fine that they could have been made from porcelain. As she grew, her nickname by all who knew her was princess, because she was a demanding thing with a low tolerance for discomfort.

“You, princess, were made to be carried in a golden palanquin. For a girl so precious should never have to touch the ground.” Her uncle had once told her, much to her delight as she completely agreed with him. She reminded him of it, too, when she wanted to be carried—which as a young girl was always.

As a teen she was still called princess, and at a height just shy of five feet, she could likely still be carried by her favorite uncle. But that would be inappropriate, and she had long since come to terms with the cruel reality that required her to walk places.

She did more than just walking, though. Enrolled in a pretentious private school from kindergarten onwards meant she attended fencing classes and practiced horseback riding like every good little rich girl should. She was proficient at them both, too. Though she was short, and curvy—something emphasized further by the height she lacked—she was toned. She liked pushing herself, seeing what her body was capable of in the sports she had been practicing since she was a young girl.

She liked feeling powerful.

And then, they moved.

Her new school favored one sport and one sport only: Football.

She had been aghast at the lack of options. Irritated that the girls seemed to think sports were for boys and that muscles weren’t feminine. Rhaenyra had just blinked at them before looking down at herself—or more specifically, her breasts.

Yeah, femininity wasn’t a huge concern of hers. It was an inescapable reality with her chest size.

She couldn’t play football—not that she wanted to. She valued her brain more than her body and wasn’t looking to damage either via tackling, thanks.

But—she could be a cheerleader.

She didn’t have any experience being a cheerleader, but she was in good shape, she was hot, and she was blonde. Those were the only prerequisites one needed to join the team.

But like almost everything Rhaenyra put her mind to, she was good at it. Really good.

Good enough that in her senior year she was cheer captain. And cheer captains dated the star quarterback—it was like a thing. And Rhaenyra had been fine with it, she was single, and so was he. And…well, he might have been really hot, which certainly helped to ease the burden.

The thing was, Harwin was a big guy. She knew that from seeing him in passing at the practice field. But when she was next to him, he seemed way bigger than she remembered. People said it was cute, how her head didn’t even reach his shoulder. It was cute how he had to fold himself nearly in half to kiss her. They were cute.

It didn’t feel cute to her. It felt awkward.

Her friends sighed in envy when speaking about his big hands and long fingers. But Rhaenyra knew how they felt on her—in her and the reality was they were almost clumsy. The nuanced movement that was required to finger her to orgasm was clearly one the jock lacked.

He was good with his mouth, though, even if the stubble was slightly irritating.

But then there was the expectation she would use her mouth on him, too. Which was fine, she knew how to give a blowjob. How to give a good blowjob. She was confident right up until she saw his penis.

If you could call that thing a penis.

Rhaenyra was getting flashbacks of her favorite deli—the subs they would cram so full it was impossible to take a bite out of both the top and bottom buns at once. You just sort of had to squish it and nibble it until it was an easier shape to get your mouth around.

However, this was all meat. Man meat. No bread. No squish. And nibbling would likely be frowned upon by the man who possessed it, to say the least.

She didn’t even attempt it, saying she felt sick and giving him a quick handjob before going home. He was sweet, unbothered, and promised to call and check on her—to see if she felt better, he reminded, when she looked confused over her own excuse.

Ugh.

She told Laena about it the next day—the Friday night spent painting their nails and watching the newest season of Bake Off. At three years her senior, Rhaenyra’s cousin was half way through college already. She spent most of her time living in campus dorms which were the bane of her existence. It was why Laena took up residence in their guest bedroom most weekends, giving her a taste of the luxury she was used to before being pushed back into the ‘inhumane box they call a room’.

Her words—not Rhaenyra’s.

It was nice, though. Rhaenyra didn’t have many close friends, and the age difference that had seemed insurmountable when they were younger didn’t seem to matter now that they were both over the age of eighteen. The field had leveled a lot and no subject matter was considered sacred.

Not even the subject of her boyfriend’s cock.

“It is fucking massive.” Rhaenyra whined, but Laena looked unsympathetic. “How massive?” She asked, and Rhaenyra blinked at her. She didn’t have a fucking ruler on her, she just new it was big. “I didn’t measure. But, like, if a normal penis is a ‘pleasant hike’, this thing is ‘mount everest’. I’m pretty sure you’d need equipment to take that thing safely.”

Lanea looked intrigued, “Ok. I get the vibe, but I need more of a visual. Tell me when,” she said, before moving her palms apart as if she was a dude boasting about the size of a fish he caught. When Rhaenyra finally stopped her, Laena looked a little impressed. “No kidding? Fuck. I’m jealous.”

Rhaenyra glared, “It’s not something to be jealous about, there is no way I can get that inside of me.”

Laena shrugged, returning to her nails, “That’s how I felt with Daemon but he managed.”

Rhaenyra gaped at her.

Daemon?

Like her UNCLE Daemon?

Laena slowly looked up, her face twisted into something apologetic. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

Rhaenyra hit her—somewhat playfully, but not entirely. “When did you fuck Daemon?”

“It was only one time! It was like, two years ago? We were drunk after one of dads parties and he stayed over and…yeah. I told him it was a good ride but he was too old for me and he laughed and said I was too tall for him.” She said, the words coming out quickly.

“Are you mad?” She asked, sounding nervous.

Rhaenyra wasn’t sure. She shouldn’t be. She finally settled on saying, “I wish you had told me.”

Lanea winced, “It was before we were close—and then we were and it seemed like you liked him and it seemed weird. I’m sorry.”

Rhaenyra shook her head. “It’s fine.” And then, “But you have to describe his cock to me.”

Laena grinned, “That, I can definitely do…”

She was sitting across from him and thinking about it.

The it, in this situation being his allegedly gigantic penis.

Laena claimed it was long—like almost painfully so when he went too deep. And the head of it was thick, but once it was in the length followed easily. There was a lot of foreplay, and even tipsy he had mad stamina.

Rhaenyra had gaped at her the entire time, and when Laena finished her description she looked at her strangely. “Are you really that surprised? That man radiates big dick energy.”

Well. She wasn’t wrong about that, now that Rhaenyra thought about it, she just hadn’t thought about it.

She was thrown by this realization—because her uncle had been her first crush. He’d been the man she imagined being with ever since she became capable of imagining things. Not just as a girl, when he’d been the knight in shining armor and she’d been the princess, but when she grew older, too.

When she’d first touched herself…intimately, she’d thought of his smile. And a few years later when she got something more substantial courtesy of her private amazon account, she imagined the purple silicone appendage inside her was him.

She’d just never tried to visualize his penis.

But now she couldn’t stop.

After dinner, they gathered around for card games—one by one people slipped away, until it was just them left. And Daemon wasted little time in asking her what was wrong, because apparently she had not been subtle.

“What did I do to deserve your glaring all evening, princess?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.

Her mouth opened and then closed. What was she supposed to say, ‘I wasn’t glaring at you, I was glaring at your crotch as if I might develop x-ray vision and be able to see your penis’?

Actually—this was Daemon. The most sexually liberated guy she knew. He’d given her condoms and paid for her birth control so Alicent wouldn’t find out about it. He embraced their weird ancestry and did little to hide the fact he’d fucked nearly all his cousins on family vacations. He wouldn’t care. And if this was someone else, she wouldn’t care. It was just…

She loved him too much to lose him. To make things awkward. But wasn’t lying about this more likely to put a wedge between them than just being honest?

“Rhaenyra?” His voice interrupted her thoughts.

Ah, fuck it. She thought, before it came pouring out.

“I wasn’t glaring at you. Laena told me you had sex and it was good and you were big. So I was glaring at your crotch because I can’t stop thinking about it, and maybe I’d develop x-ray vision and be able to see your penis and the curiosity would be sated?”

Daemon laughed.

“What brought on this?” He asked, like that was the big takeaway. Maybe it was. To him this probably seemed completely random—he had no context for why Laena mentioned it, or why Rhaenyra would be thinking about it. She wasn’t sure if it bettered the situation, but she felt like she had to somewhat defensively explain herself.

And so began the story of her boyfriends horrifically huge penis.

When her tale was finished, Daemon looked amused—and unbothered, as he watched her with rapt attention. He wet his lips before speaking, and her eyes followed the path his tongue took, distracted enough by it that it took her a moment to realize he was speaking.

“I was going to offer to show you mine, since you were so curious, but after hearing all those unkind descriptors for your boyfriend's erection, I’m a little self conscious.”

Wait—he said—her brain turned to fuzz—he was going to offer to show it to her? Holy shit. And she had blown her chance by slandering Harwin because of his size? That was…tragic. Like so tragic she could cry.

She chewed on her lip, wondering how she could convince him to show her anyway. Eventually settling on, “I would never talk about yours that way,” she said defensively, somehow instinctively knowing she would never even think those things about him.

“Hmm, I don’t know—It would wound me, knowing you thought of me as having something ‘resembling a battering ram built for bludgeoning a poor girl’s cervix rather than a penis’”

Her eyes narrowed. Had she really said that? She might have. But—”I wouldn’t—I swear. I can’t imagine thinking of any part of you as unattractive.” She said, the last part a whisper—her tone softening with shyness at the admission.

“Oh princess, come here.” He gestured for her to sit on his lap, and she did—even though she hadn’t since she was a child. The chair was big enough for her to settle between his thigh and the armrest, while her cheek nestled against his neck. She inhaled deeply, the smell that was so familiar. So wonderful. So him.

“Do you still want to see it?” He asked, and her breath hitched—then she nodded, dragging her chin across his chest in the process. “Alright. But you have to do the work.”

She swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling a bit dry as her hands reached for his belt. He made a tsking noise, though, making her pause before she got there. “You’ll hardly be able to see from there, princess. You can’t admire a cock properly unless you’re on your knees.”

She got the hint, sliding from her place beside him to between his knees in what she thought was a rather graceful move. She could feel Daemon staring at her—still relaxed as ever, leaning back in the plush chair.

She knew she couldn’t disappoint him—in this, or in anything, he loved her too much to ever be disappointed in her. But she wanted to impress him in this—in whatever this ended up being. She took a deep breath and used that to fill her chest with confidence, too, before rising up slightly and reaching for his belt buckle.

He didn’t stop her this time, though he looked a bit amused when she pulled it entirely free from the belt loops. She tackled the button and zipper quickly and tugged at the waistband until he lifted his hips enough for her to pull them down to his knees. She had originally assumed he would just pull his dick out from the zipper to show her—but when he told her to more or less get on her knees and do it properly—she became determined to go all out.

She was glad she had, now, as she looked at the bulge beneath his grey cotton underwear. It was…prominent. Like to the point where bulge seemed an inadequate word—it even seemed to be stretching the fabric to the point it thinned, to the point where she could see veins through the material. Or maybe that was her imagination? But fuck she wanted to find out.

It was curiosity that drove her to touch, unable to resist tracing the alleged veins with her fingertip—the dick jumped beneath her touch, and she felt it change beneath the pad of her finger, growing harder and thicker. She squeezed it gently, enjoying how it swelled in her palm—the length soon protesting her grips confinement as it attempted to plump further.

She released it, her fingers going down to the heavy sack beneath it that was equally well defined through the Calvin Klein's her uncle wore. She palmed it too, squeezing gently in a way that finally garnered attention from her uncle. He was watching her, almost seeming to challenge her with his gaze.

It wasn’t a hardship to move closer—to run her nose along the length, inhaling the smell of him all the stronger here and more musky, but no less pleasant. When she reached the tip, her tongue took over—sucking on the ridge of the head through the fabric. Letting saliva dampen the fabric, providing enough sensation that soon his dick was leaking and contributing to the ruin of his underwear.

Her eyes never left his, not once. Not even when he taunted, “I thought you wanted to see it?”

She did, didn’t she? She leaned back—not even looking at his lap as she pulled the underwear to his knees. She wasn’t afraid to look down, exactly, but a pang of nervousness had hit her—what if it was horrifying? But how could it be? When it was part of Daemon?

With this reassurance, her gaze turned downward, and oh.

He was huge.

But there was an elegance to it, too.

Harwin’s was like…a rock formation made by earth, where Daemon’s was a marble sculpture.

And where Harwin’s had made her cunt feel as dry as the desert at the mere prospect of trying to get it inside her, for Daemon…god, she was a glacier, she was melting and needed to be saved.

It wasn’t quite as large as Harwin’s, she didn’t think. Probably the same length, but a less intimidating width. Something about the lighter hue, the rosy color of the tip, the pale hair that it sprung from—it was just…beautiful. Any terror at the thought of it being in her was replaced by desire of the thought of it being in her.

She wanted it. She wanted her hands on it, and her mouth, and her folds, and—”What do you think?” Daemon asked, sounding a little less confident than he had earlier.

“It’s—perfect.” She whispered. And she meant it. “Can I touch it?” She asked, and he let out a huff of laughter—she supposed given what she had been doing a moment ago, she probably had permission. But now that it was bare before her it seemed different. Not necessarily more intimate, but more like…this was a work of art he owned and she didn’t want to break it.

“What’s mine is yours.” He said, encouragingly, and she didn’t waste any time.

Her fingers couldn’t wrap around it, not completely at least. And even with her fists stacked on top of each other, there was cock visible above and below them. It was intimidating, and she doubted she could take it all into her throat without practice. Instead she focused on the head of it, licking at the ridges and slit before sucking the entirety of it into her mouth. Fuck it was massive, stretching her lips tightly and making her gag reflex protest with barely two inches inside her mouth. But it felt good too, the weight of it on her tongue and the slight pulse of blood pumping inside of it, like it wished to expand even further.

She laved the tip with attention for a minute or two while daemon stroked her hair, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted it inside her. All of it. And if her mouth couldn’t accommodate it, then her cunt would have to.

She was wet already, she knew that. The heat had been pooling there for what felt like ages, prompted initially by the mere clinking of his belt buckle. There was a sticky feeling in her underwear too, a sign of an arousal she rarely got to—even after heavy petting with her boyfriend.

She pulled back, standing and quickly slipping out of her underwear—the skirt could stay on, some pleated thing that wouldn’t get in the way. Daemon clearly knew where this was leading, and he told her to, “Take the shirt off too, princess. Want to see my niece’s pretty tits.”

She grinned, and did just that—the t-shirt being tossed aside and revealing pink lace beneath.

She seated herself on his lap then, his cock slipping between her thighs and resting against her stomach. The feeling was distracting, but she was focused on her uncle’s lips, gently parted and so very close to her own. “Do it,” she whispered, and the words had hardly left her lips before his own crashed into them.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss. But she didn’t need a sweet kiss. She wasn’t a virgin, and god knows neither was he—they were Targaryen’s, they were passionate people and this kiss spoke to that.

It went on for ages—parting only to inhale before teeth and tongues met once more. Daemon’s fingers found her folds and his multitasking skills were on display as he stroked her through an orgasm. His fingers weren’t the thickest, but they were talented. They managed to pinpoint that fleshy spot that Rhaenyra herself struggled to find when masturbating, and he abused it until coming was inevitable.

When his fingers left her, she was still desperate for something, and her body tried to find it by thrusting against the length between her thighs. It wasn’t enough, though, and she whispered little pleas against Daemon’s lips.

He knew what she wanted. He always knew. He guided her onto his length—pulling her folds apart as the head notched into the place she wanted it more desperately. His fist was below the head, stabilizing it while she used all her weight as leverage to get it in. Fuck he was big. She whined a little, frustrated, but persevered and then—oh.

Laena was right. The slide was easy from there—but the last two inches were almost excruciatingly sensitive as he went deeper into her than anything else had before. It felt right though—like he was supposed to be there. This was where his cock belonged, he belonged inside her, and she never wanted him to leave.

But she did want him to move.

It was a team effort—her rising up using his shoulder for support, then thrusting down. His hips jerked up to meet her, too, and eventually they found a pace that made her moan with every tiny movement because it was so good. They were still kissing, kind of, their mouths brushing and tongues lapping at whatever skin was near them. Daemon had one hand on her hip, and another on her breast—he’d freed them from her bra, and her nipples dragged against the fabric of his dress shirt. It wasn’t fair that he wasn’t naked, she thought, in between moans of pleasure. Maybe next time? There would have to be a next time.

She felt herself getting close, and Daemon must have too, because he whispered, “Come for me, princess.” And she did—biting down on his neck to stifle the scream her orgasm tried to draw from her. She’d never had it feel like this—every muscle clenching so tightly but unable to because they were so stretched by him. But gods, they tried, and the sensation of them meeting resistance in the form of his cock? Fuck.

Her hips jerked without rhythm against him, but he didn’t seem to mind. He let her ride it out while gently stroking her back as if she was a child recovering from a tantrum. But when she had calmed, and her eyes opened, he looked nearly predatory.

He hadn’t come yet, she realized.

He switched their places in a somewhat inelegant move, but she was too out of it to really care. His length fell from her folds, but once she was repositioned he waited little time in fixing that. She hissed as he pressed back in—her cunt contracting as soon as he left it, desperate to regain its usual tightness. But his cock didn’t care, pushing past the tired muscles until he was buried in her to the hilt.

She was on her back now, shoulders against the chair Daemon had been seated on. Her legs were around her hips, which he supported with his palms. He had leverage now, and he used it. He fucked her in earnest, his head thrown back and sweat beading at his throat. He was gorgeous and he was fucking her. And she felt so privileged she could cry.

She felt so good.

Her palms rested on her belly—surprised she couldn’t feel his cock through the flesh of it for it seemed to be so deep inside of her. But it didn’t matter when she could feel his cock everywhere else, lighting up nerves she didn’t know she had and making her moan with each thrust because she was so oversensitive.

She felt him still—and then throb, and then come. The foreign sensation of release flowing into her set her off again, and she bit down on her lip to avoid crying out. Fuck, he was still coming—she could feel the twitch as the head served as a hose, spraying her insides with his seed. She hadn’t realized it until now, how she could feel his veins and his skin and how it made everything so much better.

She’d always used condoms before.

But him…he was her uncle, he was family, it was allowed.

She felt sleepy, as he pulled out—moaning as he looked down at the state of her, probably swollen and stretched out and leaking thanks to his come. The brat in her clearly wasn’t exhausted, for she asked, “What do you think?” Just as he had earlier, when she was admiring his genitals.

He smiled. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect, princess.”

Her legs hit the floor and she groaned at the prospect of having to walk upstairs. Daemon teased that she was lucky, “I have to drive home.”

He helped her up the steps and to her room—she wasn’t really limping, she was just a little sore. “Maybe I’ll come over tomorrow?” She half asked, half stated, as they stood in the doorway of her room. “You’ll come over or—” She slapped a hand over his mouth to end the euphemism and giggled. He kissed her palm before pulling her hand away.

“I’ll always be happy to have you.” He said, sincerely.

It was those words that looped in her head, long after he left. They held more meaning than the sex—then anything else.

She knew he didn’t just mean he was happy to have her in his apartment.

He was happy to have her in any way she’d let him.

And…there was little she wouldn’t let him do to her.

Because she wanted him to have her, too.

Rhaenyra had a long bath the next morning. For no particular reason. Definitely not because of the ache in her pelvis. And thighs. And calves. And fuck she was in good shape but apparently sex used muscles she did not have.

Ah, well, all the more reason to practice.

But for now, she would let the warm water and two tylenol wash the pain away.

She had already texted Daemon that morning—telling him of her woes. He promised to kiss it better if she came over. She told him to give her an hour. That should be long enough to finish her lazy Sunday morning routine and eat breakfast. She hoped she would need the stamina from it.

She assumed when her phone buzzed again, that it would be Daemon.

The fluttery feeling in her stomach at this prospect quickly disappeared when she saw Harwin at the top of her messages.

Fuck.

can’t wait to see you tonight, babe!.

Fuck.

She was late. He tapped his fingers on the tablecloth, a little peeved, because he was trying so hard. He knew she wasn’t that into him, he knew he couldn’t force her to like him. But he had hoped she would start to as they spent more time together.

It had been weeks, though, and she still treated him more like a co-worker than a boyfriend. Which sucked. Because she wasn’t just pretty, she was confident and funny and nice and he really liked her.

His eyes looked to the door again—he’d give it five more minutes and then leave. Or that was his plan, until she walked in. God damn. She was tall—statuesque, with impeccable posture. She wore her height like it was a weapon, rather than something to be ashamed of (it wasn’t) and that level of confidence was hot.

Her features were almost delicate, despite her height, and she had the most amazing blonde hair that fell down her back in tight coils. And her skin…god, it looks so smooth and shone like polished metal, all different shades of gold and bronze and brown. He looked down at his hands and realized he’d shred a napkin while salivating over her. Embarrassing. He had a girlfriend.

But his girlfriend wasn’t here. And the blonde goddess was sitting down across from him, casually arranging a napkin on her lap as she said, “You must be Harwin?”

He nodded, dumbfounded.

“Oh good.” She leaned in a little, and he did too, involuntarily.

“I have good news: Rhaenyra is breaking up with you.” She said.

He leaned so far back his chair almost tipped before steadying himself. “How is that good news?”

The goddess grinned. “Because I’m here instead. I’m Laena Velaryon.” She said, extending her hand.

Laena was the first woman to ever look excited rather than fearful when seeing his erect penis.

She got really close to it and whispered, “What a beautiful beast. I shall call it Vhagar.”

He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t care what she called it, when she rode it like that.

#hotdaemyra #hotdaemyraautumn #hotd #kinktober #fanfic #amorous autumn #ao3 #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #house of the dragon #Rhaenyra Targaryen #Daemon Targaryen #fic #a03 #daemon x Rhaenyra #HOTD #Angie writes #size kink

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deanhcrt · 19 days ago

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Character Name: Joseph Dean Hart II

Nickname: Typically goes by 'Dean', sometimes 'JD' or 'Junior'.

Character Age: 34

Character Birthday: December 14, 1990

Gender & Pronouns: Cis male, He/Him

Sexuality: Homosexual

Time in Reno, Nevada: Native

Occupation: COO at Hart Real Estate Development

Neighborhood: Arrowcreek

Face Claim: Jonathan Bailey

BASICS.

Ethnicity: White

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5'10

Education: BS, MBA; UC Berkeley

Languages: English

Relationship Status: Single

Children: None

STATS.

Personality Type: INFJ

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Positive Traits: Loyal, Ambitious, Determined, Cunning

Negative Traits: Argumentative, Neurotic, Amoral, Jealous

Fears: Failure

FAMILY .

Father: Joseph Hart

Mother: Lainey Hart (nee Decker)

Siblings: Dallas Hart (twin)

QUICK BACKGROUND. (FULL BIO HERE)

tw mention of death, mention of cancer, mention of emotional abuse

Dean is son of Joseph and Lainey Hart, twin to Dallas Hart. Joseph is the CEO of the west coast's largest real estate development firm, and therefore is a Big Deal. Very emotionally distant and had sky high expectations of his kids. Could be very cruel.

Dean has always been desperate for his father’s approval. even more so when he was younger, causing feelings of inadequacy and shame. Put a lot of pressure on himself to be perfect as a result, but always felt like he was in Dallas' shadow.

It was always expected that Dean would take over for Joseph one day, though, so he followed the path laid out for him and went off to school for business. Got his MBA at UC Berkely, came back and immediately started working at his father's company.

Struggled with hiding his sexuality, which led to self-destructive behavior until he couldn't take it anymore. Finally came out to his father, who accepted him without much pomp or circumstance (thankfully). For only the past 5 years has he been living openly.

He's now COO at the company. Recently his father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, so he's dealing with that while also preparing to eventually (soon) take over the reigns as CEO once he passes.

Spoiler: He's Not Handling It Well!!!

HEADCANONS.

Has a hard time getting out of his own way when it comes to dating. Vulnerability is still very difficult to him, and often times he’ll deflect it with an attitude and a razer sharp tongue.

Usually ends the night with a beer and a cigarette.

Four minutes younger than Dallas and she never lets him forget it. They are very close, even despite their competitive nature.

Has a keen sense of style. Very into the whole ‘quiet luxury’ fashion trend.

Not above bribery or blackmail to get what he wants, especially when it comes to his family and his business.

WANTED CONNECTIONS / QUICK IDEAS.

Friends - he's not the easiest to get along with but if you're willing to put up with his shit usually he'll tolerate you right back!!

Enemies - again, not the easiest to get along with!!!

Exes (female) - Dean discovered he was attracted to men early in on college, but for a long time tried to ignore that attraction and dated women quite a bit before them. Obviously none lasted, we can say it ended on good or bad terms.

Past or present flings/FWB (male) - I don't think Dean has ever been in a long-term relationship with another guy, but he's had his fair share of short-term flings. Would love to explore some past ones and present, different dynamics, etc.

The First - I'm imagining this is the first guy that Dean ever fell for, maybe who made him realize he was gay. At this point he wouldn't have been ready to come out, so that would probably be why this didn't go anywhere, or did and ended badly. This could go so many different ways.

College pals - Dean went to UC Berkeley for his Bachelor's and his MBA, so if your character went there as well or even was in that area of California the same time he was, they could very well have known each other.

Drinking buddies - someone indulge this man, he's buying!

Neighbors - Dean lives in Arrowcreek

Clients of Hart Real Estate Development - anyone working with the firm (building a house, buying land, zoning permits, etc)

Open to anything, there's VERY little I'll say no to!

#rn.intro #intro; dean hart.#pinned; dean hart.

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nayfen · 2 years ago

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Judy stood on the pavement, staring up at the quaint little townhouse settled a few steps above ground level. V’s heart was in her mouth. The journey had been great, but this was the destination-the end goal- and it’d only now dawned on her what that actually entailed.

“This is it! Cute huh? Looks like they’ve re-painted...” Judy said, spinning around and gesturing to the house like some cute little salesperson. She paused, spotting the look on V’s face. “Wuh-oh! You doin' all right V?” She shook her head. Judy giggled.

She stood eyes transfixed on the steps to the door. They almost seemed to grow taller the longer she stared. Judy stepped in front of her, breaking her eye line.

“V?” Judy asked, eyes now filled with worry. Perhaps thinking her mind had ghosted.

“I’m here, I’m fine... I’m. Freakin’ nervous...”

“Don’t be! Just be yourself, ya gonk!”

“You sure? They gonna like me?”

“Totally. Let’s go!” Judy yelled, excitement spilling from her lungs. She raced up the steps and rang the buzzer, spinning around and gesturing excessively with both hands. Her enthusiasm was contagious; part of her was excited to meet Judy’s Grandmother. Their brief text chat seemed to go off smoothly and she was keen to meet the people who practically raised her. V joined Judy on the steps just as the door swung open, and Ainara Alvarez appeared in the threshold.

“Ranita! Mi ángel!” She beamed, bringing Judy into a big hug. The height difference was noticeably, Aimara stretching up to kiss her cheeks. “Oh, it’s so good to see you, mi amor!” She rubbed her back, eye closed in happiness.

“Mamá Abuela! It’s been too long! Te he extrañado mucho!” Judy said lovingly, as V’s soft proving her the translation- ‘I’ve missed you so much!’. After an extended hug, Judy added, “OK... OK!” Urging her along. She relented, instead setting her sights on V. On instinct, she raised a hand a waved feebly.

“Hi... Abuela. Lovely to finally meet you!”

“Oooh, you call me Abeula!” She said beaming, “Gracias, V! Welcome to mi casa! Come here!” She pulled V into an equally long embrace. A very warm welcome.

They went through into the sitting room, removing their shoes in the hallway. V grabbed Judy’s arm and whispered in her ear.

“Wait, wait... Ranita is ‘Little Frog’? Is that translation, right?” Judy blushed, and V squeaked. “Oh my F’in G! That is adorable!”

“It’s her pet name for me! I like it!”

“I LOVE it!” V cried, hysterically, “Did you like hanging out on lily pads? Eating bugs?” she teased, getting a rise out of her increasingly deep flush on her cheeks.

“No, you gonk! But I did used to hop around a lot as a little girl...” V smiled, feeling her own cheeks burning now. “I also could not keep still- proper fidget bum!” Still is, V thought, smile widening. “Plus, I was slimy in the sense that I was hard to catch and would wriggle out of situations easily...” V beamed, stifling a full-blown laughing fit.

“Where’s Papá Abuelo?” Judy said changing the subject out of spite.

“Where you think he is? Al lado, tinkering away como siempre.” Abuela said tutting- next door, as usual. “Will you go fetch him Ranita?”

“Sure! V can stay here!” Judy said with a wink. Payback for the teasing. V’s eyes grew wide, a desperate plea to not leave her on her own, she was her strength, she couldn’t abandon her so soon!

"Don’t leave me little frog!" She whispered giggling. But she did, whipping off down the corridor out of sight. In a moment, the sound of a door closing.

Abeula was pottering about in the kitchen, tea towel draped over her arm and humming to herself. “V!” She called suddenly.

“Yes, Abeula?” She was getting used to calling her that, felt only right under the circumstances. She stood up and leant on the island that abutted the open kitchen. “You have a beautiful home by the way...” she added, admiring the warm vibes and cosy, consistent colour matching throughout.

“Gracias, Querida!”-dear one. She beamed, holding a spoon out towards her, “Taste this and tell me what you think.” V reached out and wrapped her mouth around the spoon.

Her mouth erupted; a smooth but lively flavour, chock full of a perfect blend of herbs and seasoning, each one playing off the other. A tangy blast of sweet sour and with a subtle spicy after kick.

“Fuck me!” V reacted after swallowing the best thing she’d ever tasted. Ainara roared with laughter.

“Good then?”

“Hell yeah! Blew my brains out! Tastiest thing I’ve ever had!”

“Oh please...”

“No, I’m serious! What was it!”

“The filling for the Empanadas, old family recipe. Plus, we’ve got some chilli, croquetas, and some albondigas!” V’s mouth fell open and began salivating as her eyes spied the spread around the kitchen island.

“Oh gosh, Abuela, I hope you’ve not gone to too much trouble for us!” V said, feeling a slight pang of guilt, which admittedly were overpowered by the rumbles of her ravenous stomach.

“Nonsense! Es lo menos que puedo hacer”-It’s the least I can do. She was so sweet, it warmed V’s heart.

She heard to slam of a door and approaching footsteps. “Hey!” Judy smiled, strutting over to her. “You being good?” she winked.

“I am. Your grandma has been cooking up a storm for us!”

“No doubt, I’m starvin’” Judy beamed, and turned to shout down the corridor “Yo! You fall down out there old man?” She said playfully. A fairly spry but clearly elderly man entered the room, beaming.

“I was putting on my slippers!” he called out waving at Judy in a dismissive gesture.

“Yeah, super slowly!” She retorted like a bratty teenager. He approached her and grabbed her playfully, scrunching his fist into her hand.

“Honestly, the mouth on this one...” he said casually to V as if talking to an old friend. Then realised he wasn’t.

“Oh! Who do we have here then?” He beamed, holding out his hand, “Hector Alvarez, pleasure to meet you!” V reached out to shake his hand, but a yell from the kitchen interrupted them.

“Dios mío! Hector! I’ve been through this already!” Ainara yelled waving a wooden spatula. Realisation dawned on him.

“Ah you must be the new compañera?”-partner. “You treatin’ our chica right?”

“Madre de Dios! Hector, this is V! I told you! We like V!”

“Oh, V! Welcome! So good to finally meet you!” He cried, pulling her into a big hug, whispering in her ear, “I knew who you were, I just love winding her up!” He chuckled, kissing both her cheeks and rubbing her face. “You’re pretty! You know she was pretty, mi amor?” He called to Ainara, smirking at both youngsters.

“Yes, Judy sent us pictures!” she cried, stirring a pot of something delicious. This was new information to V- the pictures, not the delicious food.

“Uh... Pictures, what pictures are these?” Turning to Judy, who was chuckling, which faltered as she knew she’d been rumbled. V twisted her head, awaiting an explanation.

“Uh... well... You know when we went to dinner in Japantown... sushi place?”

“Yeah...” V said cautiously, vaguely remembering and desperately recalling the events that transpired.

“And uh... you know when bit into that huge dumpling?”

“Yes!” V said, not liking where this was going.

“Well, when you were recovering from the overuse of spice powder, I snapped a quick one then!” Judy said, pulling out her phone and swiping a little until she held it up- a pic of V choking hard, red-faced and eyes shut, crying and Judy, taking a winky-faced selfie.

“Are you kidding me!” V cried, “You sent that!” Her face began to heat.

“Yeah, was hilarious!”

“But not my best moment though...”

“We enjoyed it!” Hector laughed. V was so embarrassed, before remembering.

“Pictures. There were more than one?”

“Uh, yeah... there was one, where you’d fallen asleep while watching a flick and you looked so sweet, so I sent that over too...” She held out her phone and showed the pic. She was curled up on Judy’s coach, leaning on Judy’s shoulder.

“OK... that one I like.”

“And I took one in the air!” And she showed the selfie that they took on the Dirigible on route. Both looking super happy sat by the window, arms around each other. It made V smile.

“OK...” she said, cooling off, “You’re off the hook!” she said sticking her tongue out and kissing her nose. Ainara was watching and beamed at them both.

“Ok you love birds, dinner is ready, help me set the table!”

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chimerinshine · 2 years ago

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Some doodles/quick sketch of the ocs i make (well i was thinking i might do a movie or comics at the future cause dang it was hard but ehh) anyways..This are some of"The Darkeners" or "The Dark Ones" which they all live in a dark world and can sometimes enter the world of light or hopeland. Always remember not all darkeners are evil. ALRIGHT! enough talkin'. Lemme introduce them to you..

(I think texts for each image will work sooo...yeah double descript it)

•Monster Blanket or Blanky for short.

Silly name for a monster right? Well...i feel bad for peeps who love to wrap themselves in the warm blankets. Cause you never know that was him. He is the younger brother of the Boogeyman. And he literally love to diguise himself as normal blanket then started eating peeps if he was hungry but if not he scared peeps to death (well mostly kids). He also have sharp thin claws and big yellow eyes and some visible sharp shadowy teeths that also appears when he show himself. He is a big boi. He can also change his blanket color to have a perfect diguise of a normal blankets of peeps. He belongs to dark world and sometimes travels in human world to go for scare hunt well at least his brother Boogey is not worst as him

•Dark Elves⚫🧝‍♂️🧝‍♀️

I just draw one cause there's so many of them. They are taller than normal elves normal elves average height is 2-3ft while them is 4-5ft. They have palish skin and almost all of them have scars cause they love fighting and a rough ones. Also they have pure black pitch eyes and wear such dark amors or leather armors (this proves they hunt other animals yeshh). They also have spiky helmets and sharp black claws. They all have different styles of outfit and claws and teeths, speaking of teeth, they also have sharp teeths and some are crooked (yup some of them don't know what is brush your teeth at all Toothfairy will be so disappointed at them reason why they hate them too). They love meats and drink alcoholic beverages

Also Females and Males have differences too. Females are thinner and faster and love to wear leather skirts and also use animal bones (or someone's) as their acessories. Males some of them can be well a stubby one (short and chubby) but some have normal weight and thinner they are stronger than normal elves and much wilder and rougher and also they love a beers/whines etc.. so much. Males also the one who build houses and make deadly weapons Males are crazier and more on killing machine. Females are meaner

They all belong to the dark world and belong to Krampus's domain (yes the evil demon goat santa one). And oh! They also make dark toys which is a very deadly one.

They know a little bit of dark magic

•Asmodeus❣😈

Ahh yes the King Of Lust, The Demon of Lust, Love- ya know what? just don't come near at him. He will do anything to get you on him. He is always onto well...18+ stuffs. He also a yandere one he can kill ya and obssessed with ya if he didn't get what he wanted or to be desired in love then you will be a goner. He can be also a Pansexual. He also go into the human world to date peeps. His eyes changes color green to reddish pink. He also have a very charming and smooth voice. Also when you look at his eyes you be hypnotized and force to have love with him. His true form is a big humanoid goat boi. He lives in hell which also can be found deep in the dark world. He can be found at 3rd pathway of hell which aka as 3rd ring.

He has supernatural or demonic powers

Sandman aka Blickfang👁🦉🗡

His real name is Coppelius (yeah he is literally based off on ETA Hoffmann's Sandman which a dark one not the dream giver one) He appears as humanoid creature, he has palish skin, a little bit thin, wear dirty green olive cloaks and clothings, stripe socks and some black leather shoes, he also have long white ash hair, golden yellow eyes (black pitch if he reveals his true form), have pointy ears, torn up gloves, have a black belt strap with golden outlines and designs and have golden eye buckle (some confuse if it was part of his or not) and also have some sanddust (probably use for taking eyes), some ancient knife, hourglass, he sometimes also carries a large sack (probably full of people's eyes and meteronomes) he also have metronomes ticking in different speed (yike just run when you hear one).

He's an evilcounter part of Ole Lukoie aka The Sandman or Mr Sandman (which based off on Hans Christian the dream giver one). And he's taller than him he is 7 footer one (with his true form he is even more taller well ya know owls:^). His true form are owl monster (reason why sometimes he acts like an owl or hissing and make such unusual noises) He appear as humanoid owl creature he has black eyes and longer eyebrows and have owl feather on his body parts fingerless gloves are his claws.Yup he is a scary ass owl man.

He has offsprings owlettes in the darkside of cresent moon cause that's where his domain and nest is,his wife was still unknown, when you sleepless he visits you or even force you to be awake in your sleep with some loud and strange noises he making and then throws or blew a sanddust in your eye to literally put you to forever sleep aka dead boi :^ . Well, when that happens it was well...bloody mess, nightmarish, traumatizing scene. His purpose tooking eyes of people is to feed his offsprings or his to be his food. When he is not satisfied he can go to flesh (yikes :<). He also very protective to his young ones. He used mostly his true form on his domain. Oh! he's older than Ole btw.

He only appears at cresent moon time reason why Ole always observe it and be alert so that he can protect people from him. Some believe he hates it but not really he just worries when it has darkest shadow. Ole was like the Santa who mostly loved by children and Coppelius is like Krampus who mostly feared by children. And Coppeliuse always have creepy smile and small pupils. He also have supernatural abilities

•Black Bishop [Chess Piece] ♟

(I only draw Black Bishop one cause they are so sooo many anyways..)

All of the Chess Pieces has hidden monstrous mouth (purpose? well..for literally eating their opponents) Black ones are worser than the Whites. All black chess live in a dark world (obviously). While White ones lives beyond the heavenly gates. They can move in anyways or normally as others.

Anyways, Black Bishop, wears hooded black robe with golden eye symbols and his robe have crimson red outlines and he has pointy ears and palish skin and more sharper long teeth once hebwill eat you. He act kind at 1st has role of an untruthful prophets, he is more darker and more faker than White Bishop. He is very merciless one and also have sin of lust. He also do blood sacrifices and stuffs. He also an ambusher and a sniper and can be the Black Queen's assassin. He has a nickname of "Headshooter" Cause he love to headshot his target. Yez, he is a type of piece who always keep deadly weapons that includes the strongest guns. He has a staff which is also contains dark magic also can turn into spear when it lands it explodes and resummoned in his hand. His eyes also have some blindfold or bandages cause without it you'll be traumatized. He also a tall boi he is 10footer one. He is truly Evil one. His location can be found at the Dark Castle underground. He also have supernatural powers

•Ghost Of Yet To Come (Future💀)

Same clothes, Same look, Same stuffs with Death himself but they are totally different. Death was the brother of Ole and yeah he took souls and tell such stories too but only two kinds one is good and one is bad. Anyways, Future here appeared to be an enormous dark entity he is 15 foot fall hooded figure. His face can be barely see. But when his face appeared he is palish man with pure white eyes and sometimes his face can be turn into skull. He love to scared to death someone who never learn to their place like what he did to Scrooge. He is the middle brother of Past and Present. He also very protective to them. He lives in the darkworld but sometimes escaping there to be with his brothers. He is far different to dark ones. Well he still have dark behaviour and have a dark sense of humor. But he is very kind one he just being scary and tend to harm other so that they can be good. He never speaks (well for others) or do a lot of sign languages. Only his brothers can hear him talk and a few fellows. He also never makes such expressions just death staring ya. So yeah if you are a mortal or some soul 1st time meeting him you never know if he just staring at you or talking to ya. He has a power of Umbrakenisis and other supernatural powers

#ocs #fantasia(soonifothinkabettertitleimightchangeitlolxD)#SandmanBlickfangakaCoppelius #EvilcounterpartSandman #BlackBishop #Scaryassdarkbishoppiece #MonsterBlanket #Blanky #DarkElves #ghost of christmas future #GhostOfYetToCome #Skullboi #Owlboi #darkenersfantasia #darkenedones

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ch4rryc0smos · 4 months ago

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─ HEY.ᐟ

╰── call me hazel or haze, or whatever it is your heart desires ⁞ any ⁞ cancer ⁞ infj ⁞ linh cinder + evan hansen kinnie ⁞ devout writer hitting my thirteen year mark next year ⁞ preacher of love and human spirit ⁞ astronomy and biology + literature nerd ⁞ biggest nature lover out there ⁞ chronic people watcher and enjoyer of the mundane ♡

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄, 𝐲𝐞𝐬?

⌕ media ➼ ultraman: rising, voltron: legendary defender, the dragon prince, genshin impact, honkai star rail, formula one, shatter me, marble hornets, the lunar chronicles, sally face, obey me, supa strikas, alien stage, call of duty, tokyo revengers, dear evan hansen, the mandela catalogue, vita carnis, local58, cells at work, hamilton, challengers, the dragon prince, cookie run kingdom.

⌕ music artists ➼ flawed mangoes, lor, hozier, paris paloma, bon iver, sleep token, billie eilish, voilá, sydney rose, conan gray, gracie abrams, ben platt, jade lemac, james marriott, novo amor, jorge rivera-herrans, chloe ament, troy, mico.

⌕ likes ➼ reading, writing, psychology, biology, literature, history, anthropology, autumn, cats, foxes, deep conversations, people watching, planetariums, flower crowns, the human spirit, the night sky.

⌕ dislikes ➼ heights, arthropods, loud noises, narrow-mindedness, dishonesty, extreme temperature, arrogance, people who do not take accountability, snobby people.

⌕ passions ➼ anarchy, biology, literature, linguistics, history, art in every form, humans, anthropology, sociology, psychology, astronomy, media that tears your heart out, writing to one's heart's content.

⌕ hobbies ➼ writing, reading, moodboard-making, planning, organising, proof-reading, editing, people-watching, loving life to the best of my ability, loving.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 .ᐟ

⭔ — i would love to go on to study psychology or literature! it's in my plans actually.

⭔ — in the future, if i remain in the country i live in, i intend to move in with a friend and get two cats <3 it's not something big, perhaps, but in my heart, it is.

⭔ — wanted to learn how to crochet at some point. i sing a bit, not great, just because i like to. my friends like it!

⭔ — cancer sun, virgo moon, and gemini rising! i have some taurus placements, if i'm not mistaken, that is.

⭔ — i'm asian but get mistaken for every other nationality EVER. also my accent is apparently a mix of aussie + british (and a bit of scottish sometimes), so that's something to add onto it.

⭔ — on the topic of accents, i'm an auditory learner, so if i listen to an accent enough, i can practically pick it up, i did that with scottish a while back.

⭔ — i've got three favourite colours, well, i like colours, i like life, but i love navy blue, cherry red (is it obvious?), and forest green, they're so ♡

⭔ — big emotion girl, i get them intense, i'm not normal about anything in life, it's too wondrous, and we're too special to be "normal". we're literally made of dying stars, isn't that wonderful?

⭔ — since i can't draw, i'll probably write [including drabbles/imagines & oneshots, maybe even series'] for my f/o's! and i'm not sure if my s/i's will have different names, but that could happen, also couldn't, it just depends. :')

⭔ — i have oc x canon ships, in genshin. although, also a lot of lore, so it would take a while to explain. :') maybe one day i can and will!

⭔ — uh i actually have gad, social anxiety, and ptsd, just saying, i'm an anxious girl, and silly. i'm silly. please let me be :')

⭔ — i'm also a major overthinker & maladaptive daydreamer, and a bit awkward when it comes to social interactions, so i might take some time to reply to asks! sometimes i'm too burnt out to reply to things, or can go on indefinite hiatuses, so beware. :')

⭔ — asks, likes, and some interaction will probably happen from @wordsfromawiltingsoul, as that is my main! :') just a heads up ♡‌‌

⭔ — dni; xenophobe / proshipper / bigot / basic dni criteria

#↬ in depth intro post ✦#self shipper #selfshipping community #self ship community #self shipping blog #self shipping #selfshipper #dividers: @/rookrookthornesartistry

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fumikomiyasaki · 1 year ago

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Valentine Kiss

6 for Ember and Fabio

12 for Chizuko and Flynn

7 for Achlys and Alioth

A Valentines kiss

on the lips

Valentines to Fabio was something he never seen and worse... given a tradition in his village that says if you give a flower to someone you are basically marrying them his face lit up red seeing all those people give flowers to another... yet he was also confused cause some guys gave each person a rose so he was picturing in his mind how big of a wedding that would be... someone probably should have told him this wasn't the case but Carol was busy tutoring others while Lennox was out to see his lovers grave... he was on his way to meet Ember in HSA where the Amore wings day and his letters was at least a more tame event compared to what he saw in RSA going on...

However as he met Ember at the gates he himself felt a big blush creep up his face given the rose bouquet she had.

"E-ember... we are still so young... but I would gladly-"

"What are you talking about? These are just Valetines gifts."

He explained to her the whole deal with his Villages traditions and as she heard it she sighed.

"This is not an expression of marrying someone at ours... its showing someone you care about them in a friendshippy or a romantic way."

"Oh... I see... I should h-have asked r-really."

"No don't be... if you were raised with that believe it makes sense."

She gently cupped his red face and placed a kiss on his lips... given his height it was like he was pulled down for it, hiding his blush under his ears as he looked back at her.

"If I one day propose to you I will tell you with a ring, alright?"

"O-okay... but... I am still happy for the flowers... roses are my favourite."

The two of them walked together to the next cafe to spend the day... Fabio seeing things different now but still keeping a smile on his face... what a sweet day to celebrate.

on the thigh

Flynn was about done with rehearsals and wanted to kidnap his dearest Onyx for a Valentines date.... he had everything prepared and made his whole plan to get her feeling well that day.... but as he knocked at her room, he noticed the door was slightly open... some stockings layed on her bed... it seems she too put some effort in what outfit she was going to wear for him even if she probably wouldn't have mentioned it to him.

He noticed her step out the bath room, shorts with red pattern stockings, hugging her thighs... and that usual death glare she had at him.

"You godamn idiot! Do you want to get a kick in the face again?"

"I just wanted to pick up my dear Onyx, you should know better to lock your doors, however."

He walked closer to her but in an defense she took a step back getting ready to smack her boyfriend again yet it led to her accidentally falling onto the bed as he leaned over her... gently pressing a kiss to her thighs... she grew red and even more pissed at him, smacking him away with her leg.

"I couldn't help it... they are just too pretty... alright Onyx, I won't bother you till you are ready but... I will keep that view in mind."

"Grrr come back you bird brain... "

She pulled his arm back and bit deeply into his neck trying to give him some pain back. As he looked over his shoulders she gave him still a mad stare but felt the grip slowly loosen up.

"Get out now before I consider throwing you completely out the window... and you can forget your date."

"As you wish Onyx, I will be patient."

He stood in front of the door as she closed it but still chuckled.

"Any of these would look splendid on her... I hope to get another bite later~"

on the neck

Among this starry night Alioth took Achlys to the very same place that he first arrived at on this world... a beautiful view of the lights among the stars lit up the sky in colors... trees gave off a white radiant shimmer and among them... the water seemed like it was mirroring the stars... Alioth noticed his gaze however drifting into the distance instead of the stars.

"Northstar, is something the matter?"

"I just... wonder... why you said I was your soulmate?"

"Oh well my father always told me stories about him and mom... how the first time they met there was this spark in her eyes that made him realize... that he would chase her across any universe to be with her... but he also had to keep this connection despite not being with her on his journey... a string of fate that made him always come back to her and me... He said once you see that person you realize."

"And just on that believe... you are naive in a way."

"I don't think so."

The big Dragon Deity put his arms around the Demi-god and leaned his head down, looking into his eyes.

"I think I got very lucky to find you... to watch the stars with you.... to me your are the most pretty I spotted with my eyes."

"Oh shut up."

He looked away from him with a Blush as Alioth thought of a way how to get his attention back... so he placed a small kiss on his neck that got him to look back at him.

"H-hey don't do that out of knowhere."

"I had to... but one day... I think I know where I want to leave my mark on you."

"You have to prove yourself till then."

"Oh I know, my dearest north star... and I look forward to each day we spend together."

The two looked on upon the stars... Alioth still looking at the nape of his boyfriend thinking about the mark he could leave on him binding them together with a happy smile.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #disney twst #twistedwonderland #twistedwonderlandoc #twst ocs #fabio vierunar #fabio x ember #flynn deradelle #flynn x chizuko #alioth comet starshine #alioth x achlys

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rintezukas · 2 years ago

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ok so i beat it and now i get to go off on a masturbatory rant about it

pikmin 4 main story final boss spoilers

it was bad it was bad it was so fucking bad to the point where i actually doubt i was ever engaging with it properly. im going to split this up into three sections not because im under any delusion anyone who bothers to read this is going to care particularly if its organized but so i can like. keep myself from going too hard on any one aspect and forget the others The Story

SUBSECTION LOUIE ok so the postgame sets louie up as this like... fucked up amoral force, barely present as a character or reachable by character interaction other than violence, he says maybe like 30 words total across like 15 text boxes. its like hes in a fucking fugue state and they never provide literally ANY explanation for his behavior even after you beat him. maybe the fucking. side story has something about this but i doubt it because olimar was surprised louie was there too so probably he didnt factor into that. louie just goes around kidnapping people and like... trying to turn them into fucking aliens or something. this is literally fine, dont get me wrong, i think this is an interesting way for a character to be, but given that louie is an established character who didnt behave like a fucking. bizarre evil caveman in the two previous games he showed up in (in 3 he did bad shit but it was like. just normal selfish guy bad shit and had clear motivations behind it) it comes off as like... fucked. this guy is supposed to be a lazy and childish food genius forced into treasure hunting work and instead hes like if a tornado could be an asshole. this is literally not what i set out to talk about anyway SUBSECTION THE DOG

despite legitimately falling in love with oatchis character design and behavior and shit i actually hate the presence of dogs in the story of pikmin, or more specifically like the needless wrench they throw into the series, but thats mostly something that goes in implications. why it's relevant to bring this up at all is that it pissed me off extra hard that the big culmination of the pikmin 4 storyline is a big inexplicable dog. its more or less stated to not be from the planet (or it would have been born with pikmin traits - see implications) but also it has a human artifact around its neck and has clearly been here for long enough to get old and grey and scraggly. i think its design is... on this weird line between cute and ugly that i think i could have fallen in love with it too if not for its presence in my life being one defined by misery. you are probably wondering why ive lapsed back into implications, and that's because i have absolutely fucking nothing to say about the dog's presence in the story, because it has none and i think that's bad, i think it's bad for the final boss of the game to be a guy with no clear motivations riding an animal with no clear origin or presence in the world.

or, like, at least its bad for pikmin? this could be more interesting in a different kind of game but for a long-awaited returning franchise having an endboss built almost completely out of the New with a little side detail that sort of character-assassinates the Old is like. its sure as fuck a bold choice and not one i feel worked out.

The Gameplay

The gameplay of Pikmin 4's final boss is, i feel, difficult to talk about without first explaining the circumstances under which i came to it.

Cavern for a King is, for the first 95% of it, honestly one of my favorite parts of Pikmin as a franchise. Not the favorite! Not my favorite. But it's up there. You start off at kind of the height of your power - i maintain that making you gradually restore the pikmin cap to 100 over the course of the game was fucking insane but by the endgame when youre working with a serviceable cap of 60-80 and you finally get to 100 it feels like an actual power boost and not an "i should have had this from the beginning because pikmin is about swarms" thing. having 100 feels like a big deal, and as you progress through the opening segments of this 20 floor boss rush it makes a lot of otherwise scary shit feel like a breeze.

eventually you hit your first hurdle, and attrition begins to take hold. if you're smart, you start making increasingly cowardly decisions. if you are instead stupid like i am, you also start doing that, but fuck up, and by the middle section youre having to come up with new behaviors on the fly to clear totally new bosses with fewer pikmin than youve had in a long, long time. you keep waiting for reinforcements youve been trained by previous caves to expect that never come. i am kind of a lameass, and my first impulse when encountering difficulties is to chalk it up to bad design unless i really tell myself not to fucking do that. i didnt even feel that here though! going through floors 1-17 of Cavern for a King was exhilarating and fun. i think i had to engage the baby-mode turn back time thing like twice, which was fine, whatever. on floor 18, which has you fight an extra-large emperor bulblax in terrain that it can stomp to turn into water, i was out of blue pikmin and made the decision to go back up and get more pikmin, and i realized that i was kind of approaching it as a marathon when it could have been a series of much less grueling sprints. you get to go back to floors youve reached previously, to be clear, unlike in pikmin 2, but i was enjoying the challenge and felt sad to leave it. i cleared floor 18 easily with only a few losses, was met with an eerie, pleasant rest stop at floor 19 - no new pikmin, but plenty of candypop buds to redistribute my population to face whatever boss was coming up next, and continued to floor 20, where

PHASE 1

i came face to face with a big stupid dog that was the easiest fight in the entire game, except that its health was noticeably pretty high. i had time to remark, like, what, did they want to draw THIS out? or i guess it probably has phases but this is taking a long fucking time for the warmup.

PHASE 2

oh okay i guess they gave it ice powers, for some reason? it shoots balls that you have to avoid or you get rolled up and potentially separated from your pikmin. annoying because i had already spent a lot of time on the first fight. PHASE 3

now it shoots spinning electricity spike balls that sort of spin and make you jump over the lines of electricity they draw on the ground. if you have any yellow pikmin, you can kill the balls, but it took an embarassingly long time for me to intuit that and also it takes a long fucking time for them to kill them such that the dog will probably jump on and eat them and they quickly build up so the arena basically becomes unusable until you manage to knock the dog over by navigating through the fucked up awful laser mess and managing to hit the dog's tail with enough pikmin at once, which clears all of them and makes the dog vulnerable so you can do like 2% of its life in damage before the cycle begins again. this is where that old thought pattern that this might be bad game design and not my fault creeps in, but the embarrassment from earlier tamps that down. i am almost certainly approaching this wrong.

PHASE 4

similar shit but with fire and shockwave patterns to jump over instead of spinning electricity balls. honestly pretty manageable, and since this was the third element of the traditional pikmin trio - water-electricity-fire - i was riding high on the notion that i was about to be done with this, at least. nonetheless, my train of thought at this point is about vicious, horrible shit that i hope the devs suffer for putting me through this, etc etc. this is about how i react to any circumstance i don't like if it goes on for long enough and i am not proud of that. i strike the final blow and make a noise like a snake dying.

PHASE 5

The dog turns green, starts flying and begins to fire particles that coat the floor in a sort of purple-red smoke that instantly kills any pikmin that touches it at all, including while they're on the dog, and including white pikmin because this isn't poison it's some other shit that you couldn't have accounted for no matter what. All of its attacks are now this - move wrong, and you lose most or all of your squad instantly. Navigate between these randomly placed AOEs, place 15 weight on the dog's tail, and deal as much damage as you can while it's vulnerable before the cycle continues. Later on in this fight, the dog will begin using a "fear scream", which scatters your pikmin randomly. They will run into the AOEs and die, so make sure this attack never hits you even once too. If you throw your pikmin wrong while trying to hit the tail, they will likely land in an AOE and die. Do this more times than you know numbers for, as far as you fucking know. You will not be counting because you will be focused on doing the other shit.

i would like to echo back to the earlier thing about this being a series of sprints rather than a marathon, because that point holds true to this fight as well. as i discovered after giving up and resolving to do better in the previous phases in case having more pikmin on this one would make it doable, you can go back up and get more pikmin, and it will stay on this phase, and it doesn't matter at all because all of its attacks can completely deplete your squad or at least leave you with like 10 pikmin, and sometimes a purple pikmin isn't among those ten so you can't win anymore and have to press the rewind. i pressed the rewind a lot because i didnt care about any kind of self-imposed challenge for this thing anymore. if there was a menu option to make it die i would have pressed it.

after this phase it dies, and then you win the game. pikmin 4 is very, very good, because despite the bad experience i had i actually still think it's my favorite entry in the franchise. The Implications

so like are dogs from the fucking planet or not? whats up with moss? why was there pointedly so much shit implying theyre from the planet if they arent? are dogs just a constant of the pikmin universe, and pikmin on pikmin planet have learned to parasitize them? if they arent from here, what the fuck was the big dog doing there? what was moss doing there? why did they unambiguously say "pikmin parasitize organisms to create leaders" (hi jasper - if you somehow read this far, they directly say that and youre smart as fuck for figuring it out having not played 4 yet) and then not put bulbmin in the game? why were they so wishy washy on something as simple as "what planet are dogs from", and why, despite that, did they place so much emphasis on the question in the story?

I dont think the final boss of pikmin 4 is very good at all!

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artbyblastweave · 2 years ago

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A couple of years ago, when The Magnus Archives was at the height of its popularity, somebody on here made what I thought at the time was a very cogent observation; namely, that Jurgen Leitner, and our collective undying hatred of him, is what you get if you take Welcome to Night Vale’s running gag about Cecil’s interns constantly dying on the job, and then actually took the horrific moral implications of that dynamic seriously and really held the Cecil figure accountable in the narrative lens. Everyone, in-universe and out, rightfully hates and despises Leitner for a pattern of behavior that, in the context of Night Vale, would have come across as a kooky quirk, no worse than anything else in that town. We know this because Cecil is the beneficiary of exactly this.

This isn’t really intended as a criticism of Night Vale, which has to be graded on a different curve because the intent, first and foremost, is to make people laugh, and to occasionally to express heartfelt sentiments. It’s not a pointed worldbuilding project working towards a definitive, thematically resonant end. But one of my big friction points with it, as a long-time fan, is that I do have to elide like 4/5ths of what the town is objectively stated to be like from my mental model in order for a lot of those heartfelt sentiments to land.

I personally can’t take arcs about the community coming together in the face of a larger threat seriously if I’m simultaneously entertaining all the one-off jokes about how everyone in Night Vale is a craven amoral maniac who would sell everyone else up the river for a corn chip. I’d be rolling my eyes at the situations where the narrative does decide to take human loss of life seriously if I were also giving any sort of weight to the fact that the town is described as having like eight different Shirley-Jackson style death lotteries. And, in the same way that it’s generally agreed that all SCP articles can’t be set in the same continuity because the world would be immediately annihilated, all the one-off gags about Stuff That Kills You can’t be granted equal weight or there’d be nobody left alive in the town at all.

I recognize when I’m expected to elide these things, or weigh them selectively, and meet the story where it’s at; the problem is that since I’ve migrated out of my teenaged JK-Lol-so-random phase of my sense of humor, I’ve gotten progressively worse at extending that good will and doing that selective weighing, at least when there’s stuff in the story that I’m also supposed to take seriously. I still can, but it’s less of an organic process. This shift on my end has happened hand in hand with the narrative of Night Vale starting to revisit and unpack some of its old one-off gags; examples of this include the Frank Chen resurrection subplot, and the entirety of The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home Novel, which recontextualized her bit as actually always having been something deeply fucked up, and not in a way they’ll ever be able to successfully make a joke about again. But there is still this tension that, structurally, it won’t ever be able to shake, because it’s still out to be funny.

So. Taking this full circle. I’ve got my gripes with The Magnus Archives. In aggregate I’d probably say that I enjoyed it less than I enjoyed (continue to enjoy!) Night Vale. But it never suffered from that tension. Other tensions, sure, but I never felt like it was annoyingly cavalier with the prospect of a loss of human life. Some of the ways people died are ridiculous on the face of it, sure, like that pig eating that clown, but there’s weight to the fact that they died. It’s allowed to reflect on the person or persons involved, to stick to their character like a burr as they trudge towards the tragic vortex of MAG200. There is a point. There is an ending. And rather than being comically passive reporters, the viewpoint characters are always, always, shown to be personally living with the consequences of how their world is shown to work for the people they observe.

#thoughts #meta #not tagging this TMA or Night Vale #half-baked assessment

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oh these are all so good but 28 pls pls pls

28. One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

It’s a quiet morning in the Diamond Quarter when a chorus of voices sounds in the street outside the lens maker’s shop.

“This really is not necessary,” says the first, earning an immediate and impassioned response from the others.

“I beg to differ!”

“Really, I can’t believe you’ve been wandering around in this state since Ostagar. You never thought to mention it?”

“Losing my glasses was not exactly the worst thing that happened to me, if you recall! It was not very high on my priority list!”

“Come on now. Don’t be so stubborn!”

“Ah, you may as well ask the sky not to be blue…”

The door opens for the first customers of the day. They file in together, a motley assortment: Alistair, Leliana, a harried-looking Hamal, and Zevran bringing up the rear and closing the door with a smile.

“I think,” he says, adding in his two cents, “You will look quite distinguished. And very handsome!”

Hamal offers no retort to that, though he seems unconvinced. Alistair and Leliana share a pleased look. Bringing Zevran had been a wise move.

Unaffected by these discussions, the dwarven woman at the counter observes them with trepidation. It is never a good sign when people come into her shop in packs.

“Welcome,” she says, “to the Reading Stone. I am Shaper Anise. How may I…?”

“These are so elegant!” Leliana exclaims, holding up a delicate pair of frames in silver wire. “They have tiny jewels along the edges… how darling!”

“I do not need tiny jewels around my eyes,” Hamal says, exasperated.

“Of course, amor,” Zevran says. “They are like jewels already. They need no further adornment!”

“This pair claim to be enchanted to more easily spot nugs,” Alistair calls from the other end of the shop. “Could be useful.”

“How?” Hamal asks.

“If you have Sandal alter them to spot…”

“Traps?” Zevran asks.

“Darkspawn?” Leliana adds on.

“I can already sense those,” Hamal groans.

“The possibilities are endless,” Alistair says, quiet, awed, and mostly to himself.

“Perhaps I could offer you a pair to increase your manners,” Anise tells them, lounging against the counter.

“Just looking, thank you,” Alistair says, still utterly distracted by the enchanted nug glasses. He carefully puts them on, blinking at his surroundings.

“Well?” Shaper Anise asks him. “What do you think?”

“Don’t see any difference.”

“That’s because there aren’t any nugs here.”

“Fascinating!”

Alistair returns the glasses to their spot on the counter. Drawing on every reserve of her patience, Shaper Anise tries again, smoothing down her beard and drawing herself to her full height.

“Can I help you find anything?”

“Oh!” Alistair turns to look at her. “Actually, we are here for my friend.”

“And as I said, there is no need,” Hamal retorts. “You all sound like Ashalle. I can get by just fine without glasses.”

“Not if we go by all those bruises you’ve collected, walking into corners,” Alistair tuts. “How do you manage in a fight?”

“An enemy is just a big shape. I simply hit it until it stops moving!”

“Maker…”

“And things that are far away are perfectly in focus, so I just never let the darkspawn get close enough to turn blurry. Look at this, though!”

“Oh, no,” Anise says, hurrying from around the counter. “The items in that display are very fra-”

Too late! The white-haired elf has picked up a specialized lens, large enough to cover the largest tomes in the Shaperate, those written in the most miniscule, ancient, delicate writing. It is a marvel, a masterpiece, half his height and honed to perfect magnification. She cringes as he hurries over to the counter with it.

“I can set this lens on this map,” he says, “then stand right over here,” he takes two steps back, and sets his hands on his hips. “And read it perfectly.”

Leliana emits an odd squeak, quickly covering her mouth with her hand.

“Oh, dear,” Zevran murmurs.

“Enough!” Shaper Anise storms towards the elf. “Quit touching everything—you’re getting grimy surface fingerprints on all the lenses! Give it here!” She nabs the lens back from him, gives him a quick glare, and returns it to the appropriate spot after cleaning it.

“Well,” Hamal says. “I can see you do not have what we came here for, so we’ll just get out of your hair—oh!”

Like she does with her own grandsons, Anise yanks him over by a braid. She gets away with these things by virtue of being very old. Before he can react, she is peering into his eyes with an enchanted monocle.

The magic built into her monocle is one only she can read, after years and years of experience. It tells her all she needs to know.

“Wait here,” she grumbles, releasing him and going into the back. “AND DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING!”

Much to her relief, the four visitors have kept out of trouble by the time she has returned. They wait patiently as she hands the eyeglasses to Hamal.

“Well,” Leliana prompts. “Go on, then.”

“No, thank you.” Hamal hands them back to Anise.

The old dwarf shakes her head. “At least humor me and tell me whether my guess was off.”

Ah but she’s never off! One of her talents.

Shaper Anise opens the folded eyeglasses with an expert flick, then slides them right onto the elf’s face. She notes the difference immediately, and smiles as he gasps and steps back.

He’s muttering in his own language, ignoring the eager smiles of his companions as he squints through the lenses. His gaze roves around the shop, and he pauses to rub his eyes beneath the frames.

“By the Dread Wolf! It feels so strange.”

“There you go,” Alistair says. “Much better, I think.”

“They suit him, don’t they? I think they suit him,” Leliana hums.

“Freckles?” Hamal asks, staring at her, wide-eyed.

Leliana just beams at him. “Yes!”

“Wait a minute—am I to understand that you have no idea what any of us look like up close?” Zevran asks, laughing and enjoying it greatly.

“Don’t be silly, of course I—oh,” Hamal says, looking at him.

Leliana leans against Alistair, overcome with giggles as Hamal takes a step towards Zevran and takes his face into his hands.

“Right, I think we’ll take them,” Alistair tells the Shaper. “How much?”

“See something you like?” Zevran asks.

“Tiny scar,” Hamal murmurs, barely listening. He brushes his thumb over his lower lip, dragging along the scarred corner. “Right here. And a mole, oh. So many eyelashes, I didn’t realize, Zevran!”

“You’re kidding!” Alistair says, peering at the bill. “That’s all the prize money from the Proving!”

“Easy come, easy go.” Leliana nods sagely.

Hamal marvels at all of it; the shape of Zevran’s tattoo, the curve of his cupid’s bow, the deep brown of his eyes. He runs calloused fingertips over his face, under his jawline, and his neck is a surprise too, for there are little golden hairs behind his ears and just further down. He tilts his chin up towards him, and another small mole sits under his jawline. This changes nothing, and everything.

Alistair and Leliana pay. Anise sighs, content that she had not thrown them out of her shop. Meanwhile Zevran’s laughter only grows as Hamal kisses him and kisses him.

The lenses are already smudged.

#rinnywrites #dragon age #zevran arainai #mahariel #zevran x warden #alistair theirin #leliana #oc: hamal mahariel #here they are being goofy... i wanted to write something where they are all kind of obnoxious but still very sweet #competent heroes of the blight but if you send them into a shop you remember they are still basically college kids who can't be chill

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