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[glfry]

Giggles hi my beautiful royal with identity issues

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[yamysunmoon]

Please write sub fem reader x Dom jenna ortega and having us in restraints and we call her mommy and if we don't she get mad and stops PLEASE WRITE THE SMUT PLEASE include praises and jenna making us beg too

Not 'till i say so

Pairing: Jenna ortega x fem!reader

Summary: basically what anon said except for the mommy nickname, just 'cause i don't feel it suits her. I chose a different title instead;). Also a very stubborn and haughty reader (brat, basically).

Words count: 4k

Warnings: dom!jenna, sub!reader. brat!reader, brat-taming!jenna, masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, begging, praise kink, hair pulling, oral (J receiving), slightly free use kink, punishment.

a/n: girl i was literally almost finished with this when i realized what you meant by "having us in restraints" 😭 idk why my bilingual mind understood ruined orgasms when you were talking about bondage i presume 😅 sorry i can't add the restraints part now, but i'll keep that practice in mind for a different shot. Hope you enjoy this one anyways! and sorry lol

MASTERLIST

Jenna always had her ways with you.

She always knew how to tease you, how to handle you. How to catch your attention in such a subtle, elegant way. How to frustrate you, too.

Her ways shrouded you in such a submissive mindset that it made you blush violently with embarrassment and arousal.

You hated how easy it was for her to tempt you, and how easy she made it for you to give in.

And so, in nights like this, in which you had had a stressful day at work and she decided to take you out for dinner, your mind was in a especially stubborn mess state. But also in urgent need to give up control.

And there she was, giving you playful stares glinting with mischief and cheer. She always had this light in her, this sparkle.

She'd take a sip of her wine without taking her eyes off you, and then quip with a sharp sarcastic comment that would make you stifle a chuckle, covering your mouth with your hand, refusing to give her the credit of being this funny so easily.

It was a dynamic only the two of you fully understood. Sometimes you felt stupid, pretending you didn't want her to behave like this when you clearly loved it. But she made sure you didn't feel too unsure, because she was addicted to breaking your walls, to get you to admit your true, deepest desires.

Hence her fingertips leaving insinuated feather-touch grazes on the back of your hand as she giggled; or the way in which her profound brown eyes would linger on you a little longer than expected; or her teeth softly capturing her bottom lip while listening to you; were all details you rolled your eyes to, while sighing dreamily in your mind.

Because you could always pretend all you want, but deep down you both knew the truth.

Also, you were having a weird time accepting her public displays of flirting and physical touch, out of mere shyness. But you liked to hide your true feelings behind this challeginging, fake 'i don't give a fuck' attitude.

But then you felt the tip of her heels grazing your calf, making you almost choke on your wine.

"Oh, everything okay, baby?" she asked faking being clueless.

You nodded, gulping, your eyes watering for a second. "Yeah, yeah" you gabbled, taking another swig.

She looked down, hiding a smirk.

The dinner continued without more surprises... Apparently. Because, really, her foot kept wandering along your leg, drawing iddle patterns, promising unspoken intentions.

You went on pretending you didn't care, pretending she wasn't doing anything to you. But you also were shifting on your seat everytime she looked away, trying to ease the growing ache between your thighs.

After dinner, you had a small chat, allegedly talking about the food, but really you could barely concentrate.

She was casually propping her forearms against the table, slightly leaned forward in a way of showing her undivided attention to you.

She was probably commenting on the food, but you could barely listen to her, given the way she was looking at you.

Her head was scarcely tilted down, and she was looking at you through her eyelashes, which she was batting seductively as she said sweet nothings she knew you were not listening to. Which leads it all to the current situation.

Her bangs crown her beautiful face, and the sudden urge of watching her from below, witnessing the sweat emerging on her skin making those perfec brushed bangs stick to her forehead, drenched; invades you.

Your lips part inevitably, and you lean back as you release a very soft pant, looking down, breaking eye contact with the excuse of taking off your napkin.

Her husky voice fades, and you know she's looking at you with that fucking smug smile printed on her face. You roll your eyes internally.

She doesn't say a word, though. You can already tell there's a plan forming in that little, machiavellian mind of hers.

Heading home, there's barely any conversation. She's busy driving, and you're busy thinking about the variety of ways you long for her to ruin you.

Finally at home, you're taking your shoes off sat on the edge of the bed when she walks in, also kicking her heels off.

"The vegan steak was something to die for, foreal" she casually comments, putting her heels away.

You nod without even processing her words. "Yeah, it was incredible."

You don't notice it, but she glances at you playfully. "Oh, you agree? You seemed... Distracted."

You freeze for a second, this first reaction immediately followed by the urgency of denying.

"I was fine."

You resume to your task, undoing the knots of your adidas in an attempt of postponing the inminent reaction.

But you hear her steps towards you. Soon enough, she's stading in front of you, firm. You sit up and dare to look up at her, narrowing your eyes a bit.

"Are you sure about that?"

Her voice immediately makes your breath hitch. She's challenging you.

You swallow hard, thinking she hasn't noticed that. She has; it's obvious when a corner of her lips curl up ever so slightly, in a mocking tiny smirk.

"I was alright." You state again, defiant.

Your hands clench into fists when she crosses her legs, and she puts her hands on her hips.

"Aw, is that right? See, I don't believe you, baby girl."

You clench your jaw, feeling the heat flooding through your veins. Your mouth goes dry and you swallow again. Her gaze drifts down to watch your throat bob, and now her expression is earnest. Eyebrows scooted down, she looks into your eyes.

"I know there was something inside that pretty head of yours. You were fantasizing about something instead of listening to me." Her accusation makes you blush faintly. "Care to explain?"

You frown and purse your lips. You know what she's doing. And it's fucking intoxicating.

You decide to push a bit further.

Turning your head to give her your cheek, you look away. "Can't a girl have some privacy?" You say in a mocking tone.

She takes a step forward, and your thighs tremble subtly as she parts them with her own.

"She can," she says in a lower voice, "but that is different from hiding. Now tell me, doll, what are you hiding?"

You hiss, sitting up straighter as you feel your heart slamming violently against your chest. You look at her, avoiding her face and instead staring at her torso, and the red dress hugging it.

You gulp when you see her closer, she's bending a bit. "Come on. Don't make me repeat myself" she warns, crooning.

You lean back, trying to keep some distance. You prop yourself on your hands and turn your head again. You sigh deeply, "Look, Jenna..."

"Don't" she spits out harshly. You freeze then, peek up at her.

You find her closer than expected, one of her hands already wandering your right upper thigh as she maintains the other firmly pressed against the mattress.

Her hand trails up, and you find yourself speechless at her display of dominance.

"Don't what?" you manage to shoot, tilting your head. You already know the answer, but the act of teasing her is captivating.

She frowns ever so slightly, and her touch becomes more purposeful. "Do not call me Jenna right now" she states firmly. "You know better than that."

You smirk, feeling confident in your brattiness. You turn your head to her and look at her haughtly. "Oh yeah, I certainly know better, huh...? Miss."

Her eyes crickle at the corners just a little, with a small smile on her lips. "Precisely. Much better" she whispers, just when her hand reaches your crotch.

You hold your breath and arch your back instinctively. You didn't expect her to be so straightforward.

"So?" she coos, pressing her palm against you. "What was distracting you earlier?"

You huff. "You're not gonna just drop it, are you?" you say, sarcastic.

She frowns, then arches one eyebrow, and her touch loosens pressure.

You authomatically push your hips forward. She tsks and shakes her head. "I'm not gonna give you what you want if you keep playing me. So, watch that attitude" she announces, determined.

Her voice is laced with tenderness, but you know it's all just part of her soft type of domination. It's not less authoritarian, though, and the warning in her tone makes your pussy throb.

You clench your jaw once more, conflicted. You could push further, test her limits, or you could give in.

She makes the decision for you.

Her palm presses against you again, and you inhale sharply. Her dark eyes are firmly fixed on yours, her gaze being too magnetic. You attempt to look away, but her other hand grabs your chin, tilting your head on her favour.

"Eyes on me" she commands in that cooing, soft voice of hers.

"Are you gonna answer my question or do I have to pull away?"

You sigh heavily, your chest aching with unspent desire.

"I was fucking horny, okay?" you finally admit in a heated whisper. "I was... I was starting to want you so bad, at that fucking restaurant. I was getting..."

You trail off and attempt to look away, but she keeps you in place. She unbuttons your jeans deftly. Sliding her hand under your jeans, she leans in. "You what, beautiful? C'mon, say it already... Use your big words."

Her voice is like a curse, and you're for sure bewitched.

"I was getting all flustered and frustrated" you hardly whisper, your hips rolling seeking some friction against her maddening motionless hand.

She purrs, delighted. "Oh, there she is. My vocal girl, finally" she teases, failing on hiding her obvious amusement.

She starts moving her hand, rubbing her palm and digits against you. You throw your head back, releasing a soft sigh of relief, a little too high-pitched for your liking, which makes you blush.

"Aww..." she notices it, and her voice let's you know she's not planning on giving you a break soon. "Is my baby girl finally letting go? Hm, so sweet when you get real..."

Choosing to ignore her teasing, you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head forward, against her shoulder. Your breathing is getting ragged already, you hadn't noticed how bad you needed her hand on you.

Your chest heaves with each batted breath, and your face feels hot. She's so infuriating, you think to yourself as you buck desperately against her hand.

I can't stand her, you keep noodling, as you grasp onto her, your hands clutching her arms.

You hear her dark chuckles fanning over your hair, and then her lips pressing against your head. "You're too cute, sweetheart" she keeps teasing.

She knows what she's doing, really. Her banter makes you more frustrated and needy, causing you to fuck yourself against her hand harder, faster, more impatient. It only gets you closer and closer.

Your heavy breathing turns into delicate whimpers. "Ngh... B-baby..." You stammer, and your sultry noises becomes a sound of plea when she slows down.

You peek up at her with glossy, confused eyes. She looks down at you, her brown eyes darker than ever. You feel her hand completely stopping and it makes you really desperate. Jokes aside.

"Please. P-please, uh... Miss. Miss, please. I beg of you. Keep go-ing..."

Just as you're reciting a number of pleas, she resumes with her tortous massage, making you jolt and buck again.

"Mmmph Miss... Miss..."

Now that you've found the key word, you cling to it like a lifesaver.

You keem whining, your voice vibrating against her neck. You keep rolling your hips. You keep submitting to her, because fucking hell it feels like heaven.

And just when your movements are turning more and more erratic, more and more needy, suddenly her touch disappears.

She withdraws her hand from your jeans and stands up so firmly that she kinda pushes you away.

"Miss, what...?" You ask perplexed, but your question dies in your lips as you watch her get undressed.

You hear your own husky moan leave your throat as you watch her crimson dress fall down, leaving her in her lace red bra and lace red thong. You swallow hard as you ogle at her.

You don't even register the feeling of your hips pulling down onto the mattress, rubbing yourself against it, until you hear her mocking, low voice.

"Did someone give you permission to grind like a greedy little thing?"

You feel the blush creeping down your neck and up to your ears. Peeking up at her, your voice sounds thin and embarrassed.

"No, Miss."

"Then what do you think you're doing?"

The call out causes you to clench around nothing, your thighs brushing together as you look up at her.

You feel the submission slipping into you like a cortain, filling every little thought in your brain, every doubt.

You gulp and let your hands rest languidly on your lap, palms up, open and available. You exhale deeply.

Her frowned expression changes into smugly satisfaction. She could ask further, push you a little more. Make you admit you've finally given in.

But she knows better than that. You're already looking up at her like a little desperate doll, eager to please her, eager to obey. Blush is all over your face, your skin gleaming, still a faint contortion of unspent desire in your features.

Yeah, she knows better than that. She has you exactly where she wants you, either way.

And so, she takes a step closer, comfortably standing between your now spread thighs -she's made sure you're well spread for her again- and one of her hands finds your hair.

Without saying a word, she tugs at your hair in that particular way that makes your scalp tickle.

You let out a drawn-out sigh as you feel your forehead press against her lower stomach and your nose pressing against her bundle of nerves through her thong.

"Against me. Completely" she commands in a murmur, softer now. You lift your chin a bit, and finally your lips make contact with the fabric.

She tortures you, for what feels like hours.

She rolls her hips in such a way that makes you whimper miserably, too turned on to even beg her to let you taste her properly.

Instead, you let her play with you, rub against you in that eight-shaped movement she makes.

Your hands are splayed out on her sides, sometimes gliding up to her back, sometimes lower, grabbing her ass. Doesn't fail to make her gasp, not even once.

You can smell her scent so vividly. You nuzzle against her with your eyes closed, focusing on her addictive scent and the feeling of her nails scratching your head, her fingers cardling through your hair.

And her sounds. Oh, her sounds are worth the suffering.

She pants so deliciously, murmuring husky words Sweet nothings that slip into your brain, changing your thoughts, molding them however she wants until it's all just her, her, her.

Her movements get gradually more opened, more profound, until she's shamelessly grinding against you, until you can feel her thick thighs pressing against your ears, her noises coming muffled now.

Finally, she looses her patience.

"Make me proud, honey" she says in that husky, low voice of hers, as her hands find yours and she guides you to pull down her thong.

The first taste feels like too much, and still not enough. You delve into her as if you had been thirsty for days, as if she was the first fuel you find after days in a desert.

Your fingers curl, nails sinking into the back her thighs as you pull her against you.

She lets out the prettiest of moans, throwing her head back, as her hands slide to the back of your head, fists full of your hair.

You breath heavily against her, your hot breath making her squirm slightly, blending heavenly with her firm shoves.

You whimper in a plea against her, feeling the ache between your legs burn.

"Miss..." you manage to mumble as you suck on her folds eagerly.

"You- You may" she breathes out, looking down with half-lidded eyes. "But only... Only because you're doing such a good job eating me out."

You nod as you lick, adding a different sensation that makes her exhale heavily and buck harder against you.

You grope her ass greedily as you roll your own hips, avidly dry humping the mattress below you.

You can hear her deep sighs as she plays with your hair. You can tell she's controlling herself, keeping herself on edge to last longer. Only to torture you, only to play with herself.

You wrap your lips around her clit and suck rhythmically as you tap at it with the tip of your tongue. She gasps and moans, and then she lets out breathy chuckles as she slows down the motion of her hips.

"I'll cum whenever I want, sweetheart. And you'll keep eating me out until you feel me all over your face, hm? You don't get to decide" she coos, stroking your hair lovingly.

You exhale through your nostrils, and you find yourself rubbing harder against the mattress.

It makes you go absolutely feral, when she teases you like this. When she reminds you about your agreements. When she reminds you the control she has over you. When she reminds you how much you love it.

You exhale a weak whimper, that's all the response you're capable of making. She giggles at your obviously eager mental state.

Her hands slip to the sides of your head, and she tugs at your hair there, making you lean back.

"You gotta reply when someone is talking to you, baby girl" you see her smirk as she looks down at you.

You huff almost unperceptibly, and you have to gather every strengh on you not to roll your eyes.

"Sorry, Miss", you say with a hint of exasperation.

She arches one eyebrow. "Say that again?" she challenges.

Your breath hitches at the calmness in her obvious threat. You gulp.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Won't happen again. You'll cum whenever you want to, obviously."

Your voice is breathy and slightly hoarse from the muffled whimpering. She grins.

"That's right" she says in a thick voice before pulling you against her.

This time she's not gentle. She bucks against you, she fucks your mouth for all you're worth.

Your not able to make any coherent thought, but if you were, you'd realize this is part of your punishment too. Getting fucked without really getting fucked.

"Hm, that's it baby girl, that's it..." she moans as her movements turn erratic, firm, demanding.

Her moans get louder and louder, she hisses and shover her hips against you until she goes stiff. You feel her hot cum against your flat tongue a few moments later. You tilt your head up and down greedily, slurping and licking every last drop.

"Good girl, baby" she groans, you feel her fingers in your hair, stroking and tugging gently.

She gives you a couple of final thrusts before pulling back, her hands go to your shoulders, pushing you softly yet firmly.

You fall onto your back, looking down at her as she kicks off her thong long forgotten around her ankles, and crawls on top of you.

You gulp and then part your lips, releasing soft pants. "Please..." you whimper pathetically, your hands now wandering her sides.

She bites her lip and nods, looking at you through her eyelashes.

"Yeah baby? You need it that bad?" she coos.

Her voice is tempting, but her actions are secure- her hands find the waistband of your jeans easily and pull them down, as well as your panties.

"Yes" you hiss. "Yes I need it" you breath out, blushing again.

"Awhm, my pretty mess..." she purrs, settling between your legs as she levels you, her nose brushing against yours playfully.

You choke in a gasp when you feel her fingertips tracing your slit. "You're so wet, babydoll" she whispers as if it was a secret, then giggles beautifully.

You frown and bite your lip, struggling to keep your sharp mouth shut. You know she's testing you, she wants to push you.

But you're too far gone, your legs stuttering just with the mere thought of release, after this much teasing. And so you continue humiliating yourself.

"Please Miss... Please, I'm begging..."

Your hands run up her arms until you cup her face. She can see herself in your desperate gaze.

She makes a gesture as in considering your urgent pleas. But finally, she smirks.

"Come here" she murmurs, crashing her lips against yours in a heated kiss as her thumb finds your clit and she plunges her index finger into you.

You arch your back and moan loudly against her mouth, but she isn't benevolent. Not tonight.

She swallows your moans insisting on kissing you, turning you into a squirming mess as her finger bumps in and out mercilessly and her thumb circles your clit applying a bit more pressure that you'd want.

Suddenly, an idea lights up in your head. She's touching you in that way... In that way in which she touches you when she wants to make you cum. Abruptly.

You whine in complain, and she beams in the kiss. "I told you. I'm in charge" it's all she gives you before continuing with her sultry assault.

You throw your head back, breaking the kiss and she goes for your neck, tireless.

You let out a series of hoarse whines, rolling your hips desperately against her hand, giving in to your primal desires even if you'd like to drawn it out since she made you wait this much.

You'd like to last, to really enjoy her touch to its full extent, but she doesn't make it easy for you.

Unstoppable, she combines the gentle tapping of your g-spot with the relentless circling on your clit, applying too much pressure for you to keep it together.

Arching your back and spreading your legs, with your toes curling, you feel the pleasure about to explode.

And it does, it does explode but just when it's hitting you like a tidal wave, she withdraws her thumb from your clit, leaving you with a weak yet overwhelming sensation that washes through you, leaving you with nothing.

You sigh and pant hardly, and you look at her. She's staring back at you with that smug expression on her face, whilst her digit is still rubbing against your inner walls as they clench and twitch, sensitive and oddly sated.

You look at her feeling something between absolute despise and devoted lust.

"I can't believed you just ruined my orgasm as a punishment."

She lets out a breathy chuckle and withdraws her finger as she leans in and kisses your cheek. "Aw, baby.... I told you I would one day. You said it'd be so hot..." She quips.

"Oh, it is" you say sarcastically, but also not; because you are not lying. That release was powerful and life-changing, but she ruined the end which makes it even more remarkable.

"Aw, baby..." she murmurs, adjusting to cage one of your legs between hers as she presses herself down onto you and nuzzles against your neck. "Are you grumpy?" she teases, although she's also checking in.

You shake your head subtly. "No. It's... It's okay. That was incredible. Thank you." You sound a bit dry because you're still speechless, trying to catch your breath.

She chuckles, satisfied with your response. Propping herself on one elbow, she looks down at you with a grin as she traces your features with a furtive finger.

"Are you gonna behave all stubborn and haughty with me again?"

Her voice is so irresistible you can't help but whimper quietly. Turning your head towards her, you shake it. "No, Miss."

"Will you lie to me again?"

"I won't, Miss."

"Is that so? You'll be a good girl for me and admit it when you're needy and crave my attention?"

"Yes, Miss. I promise I will. I'll be your good girl."

She chuckles mischievously. "That's my girl" she murmurs as she leans in for a searing kiss.

You melt into the kiss, feeling content and cherished in her arms.

She murmurs sweet praises to you, reassuring you on how good you've been in the scene, on how good you've made her feel.

You also whisper vulnerable confessions to her, admitting how owned she's made you feel, and how good of a domme she is to you.

Because when the cortains fall and the heels are kicked off, only the two of you understand how beautiful and sacred this is. How much care you put into it. How much you love eachother.

Only the two of you know.

Too lazy rn to add a cover but i will eventually.

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[pukefactory]

Hi! If you’re still taking requests, can we have a yandere V x reader (if you accept yandere requests)

Ohoh, as a massive fan of V, I had to take this one on! Thank you for your request, Anon! I hope both you and all the other readers enjoy it!

⌖ Summary: A compilation of headcannons featuring V as your obsessive lover

⌖ Character(s): Serial Designation V (Murder Drones)

⌖ Genre: Headcanons

⌖ Warning(s): Stalking, Toxic Relationship

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⚡︎ From the very beginning, it was clear that V is the possessive type. Protective and obsessive, she is never far behind, even if you aren’t entirely oblivious to her behavior. Whether you are out for a walk or spending time with friends, she is always somewhere nearby. Strangely, anyone who caused you even the slightest inconvenience seemed to vanish without a trace, and V somehow knew more details about you—things you had never shared with her. At least it means you are safer now. Probably. Hopefully.

⚡︎ I suppose that means she doesn’t like it when you’re out of her sight. After all, who knows what could happen? Who knows what you might be doing or who you might be talking to? You could be in danger—or worse, doing something she wouldn’t approve of. It’s clear that she feels far more at ease when you’re by her side at all times. V insists on holding your hand constantly. Before long, it feels as though you’re practically fused to her, and she has no interest in listening to your complaints about it. Any attempt to protest is swiftly silenced, leaving you with no choice but to comply.

⚡︎ She absolutely despises it when another disassembly drone is anywhere near you. It doesn’t matter if you’re simply in the same vicinity without interacting—V becomes intensely hostile toward N and J if they so much as glance in your direction. On the surface, it might seem reasonable to assume that V is merely concerned about them posing a threat to your safety. However, the truth is far more personal: she perceives them as potential rivals for your attention and affection.

⚡︎ If you begin to feel uneasy about her behavior and attempt to create distance, it will inevitably lead to an undesirable outcome. V has little patience for your excuses and will only grow more obsessive and possessive as a result. Her need to keep you close becomes increasingly suffocating, as she interprets any effort to pull away as a betrayal of the bond she perceives you share. Attempts to reason with her are met with dismissive deflection or a chilling intensity that leaves you questioning whether it’s safer to comply than to resist.

⚡︎ Although V becomes easily agitated when you ask for space, she is otherwise deeply affectionate. Her love isn’t expressed through words—she’s never been skilled with them—but through intense physical closeness. From tight, unyielding hand-holding to breath-stealing hugs, her affection borders on possessive devotion. Her favorite gesture seems to be lovebites, gentle at first but firm enough to leave faint marks. While her tenderness can be comforting, it’s shadowed by an undeniable possessiveness. Her love is sweet, yet suffocating, a constant reminder of the unrelenting grasp she refuses to loosen.

⚡︎ One of V’s favorite things to do is unsheath her large claws, gently press them against your lips, and pry your jaw open. She peers inside with an unsettling curiosity, observing the subtle movements of your tongue as it instinctively reacts to the pressure of her claws. Occasionally, when she’s feeling particularly playful, she’ll dip her fingers in oil beforehand, slipping them into your mouth to gauge your reaction. Whether you enjoy it or not is irrelevant to her; she delights in teasing you, savoring the way her actions unsettle and fluster you. To her, it’s all a game—one that she’s endlessly amused by.

⚡︎ She insists on taking you everywhere with her, regardless of the time or place—you’re coming along whether you want to or not. However, much to your relief, she never brings you anywhere that might put you in harm’s way. These outings often feel like impulsive, albeit unconventional, dates. Her only goal is to spend as much time with you as possible, but this desire comes at the expense of your personal time and space. Say goodbye to solitude—once you’re in her orbit, it’s impossible to escape.

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Carol Aird Smut Alphabet

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

Carol is attentive and gentle after sex. She makes sure you feel comfortable and loved, offering quiet affection, soft touches, and reassuring words.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner's)

She's captivated by your hands, appreciating their elegance and the way they move, but she also adores the curve of your neck, more so if it’s a particularly sensitive spot for you.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Carol doesn't physically mark her partner, but she leaves a sort of emotional imprint. Her presence lingers, and you feel claimed through her intense gaze and tender gestures.

D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)

Carol has a natural air of dominance but prefers a balance of control. She's comfortable leading but enjoys when her partner takes initiative too.

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

Carol is experienced and confident in her sexuality. She knows what she wants and isn't shy about exploring her desires or yours.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Carol prefers making love, slow, passionate, and emotionally charged. However, she can be a bit more assertive and demanding when the mood strikes.

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

Carol is typically serious and deeply focused in the moment, but there's a glint of playfulness in her eyes. She can be teasing but rarely full on humorous during intimacy.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Carol is drawn to moments of vulnerability, finding passion in being trusted with you divulging your innermost desires to her.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they're desperate to have you?)

Carol maintains composure even when she's desperate, but her actions become more direct. She's intensely focused, with a hunger simmering just below the surface.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Carol might indulge when she's alone, particularly when she's missing you. It's a rare occurrence, as she's a woman who values the intimacy shared with a partner more than self pleasure.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Carol has a sensual appreciation for lingerie or fine fabrics, as well as sensory play, such as feather like touches and soft, light bondage with silk ribbon.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

She enjoys the privacy of a bedroom, particularly in luxurious settings, but there's a secret thrill for her in semi public spaces where discretion is key, hotel rooms with large windows, for example.

M = Mood (what's the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Foreplay with Carol is always slow and sensual, very drawn out. She likes to build anticipation through touch and conversation, getting lost in the chemistry before things heat up.

N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)

Carol undresses slowly and deliberately, savoring each moment. She enjoys watching you undress too, taking in every detail with a subtle smirk of admiration.

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

Carol is generous, skilled, and enjoys both giving and receiving. She takes her time, relishing the intimacy of the act and the effect she has on you.

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

She prefers slow and sensual, drawing out every moment to make the experience as intense as possible. However, she's not opposed to increasing the pace when the mood demands it.

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

Carol isn't a fan of quickies in general. She prefers to take her time, though on rare occasions, if the moment calls for it, she'll perhaps indulge.

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

Carol is somewhat open to experimentation, especially if it strengthens your connection. However, she prefers smaller risks over anything too extreme.

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

Carol can go for a couple of rounds, taking breaks in between to bask in the afterglow. Your encounters tend to last a while, as she enjoys taking her time.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Carol doesn’t go for casual sex. She craves emotional connection, and her intimacy is more meaningful when it's shared with someone she feels close to.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Carol can be quite the tease, drawing out moments of tension and pleasure to keep you on edge. She knows exactly how to leave you wanting more.

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

Carol isn't loud, but she does let out soft, breathy sighs and moans. She's more about the intensity and feelings of the moment than making a lot of noise.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

Carol takes her time before having sex, preferring to establish trust and emotional connection first. She's in no rush, letting things unfold naturally.

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

Underneath her elegant attire, Carol is refined and sensual, wearing delicate lingerie. She appreciates fine fabrics and always looks effortlessly put together.

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

Carol's sex drive is moderate to high, though it's more about quality than quantity for her. When she desires someone, it's intense and all consuming.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Carol doesn't fall asleep immediately after. She enjoys lying together, sharing quiet moments of closeness before drifting off.

For anon

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[nicstylus]

Fellow SP fan artist here, do you have any tips on designing sigils? I’d love to draw China more but any time I try my hand at putting sigils on her, they never feel quite right. Do you have a process on figuring sigils out?

Hello! This turned into a REALLY long post I'm so sorry, but I'm flattered you're asking me for advice! Take everything I say with a grain of salt bc there are absolutely no thoughts in my head :]

Okay, here's a secret. You can't tell anyone okay? It's suuuuper important that we gatekeep this. /j I go into a sigil design with absolutely no idea what's going to come out of it. Maybe I have like a very basic shape in mind, but generally I just scribble until something pops out at me and then I keep adding stuff and erasing until a cool design happens. I come up with the meanings as an afterthought, and usually only if someone asks about them; Skulduggery's right facade sigil is the one exception because I went into designing that with the reflections sigil in mind. My China's tattoos are all designed with only 'ooo that looks cool' in mind.

Under the cut: My personal process, How to design sigils (with n without function in mind,) references, and two of my super secret!! canvases

Warnings: doll-like nutity, blood and burns, a lil angst

Here's my personal process: - Scribble - oh I like that shape - make thicker and erase designs into it - Figure out where it would fit on her body - Panic when someone asks what it means - Gaslight myself into seeing a function - Profit

How to design sigils:

Think about where it's going to go on the body.

The back is a bigger canvas than the forearm. What will fit there?

If you're designing sigils with a function in mind:

Is the function used often? It should be easily accessible.

Is the function an emergency or last resort? You shouldn't be able to bump it, but it should still be easy to reach.

Arms, face, and chest are easy to reach. Legs are harder and you need wiggle room. Palms, hips and thighs are good for subtle taps or stealth sigils. Are your hands bound behind your back? What can you put within reach that will help?

What shapes resonate with the function? Triangles could mean fiery or offensive functions. Squares could be defensive. Circles are good catch-all designs. Circles are very magicy

If you're designing sigils without function in mind:

Think about design: Use negative space! Use thick lines or thin lines or both! Overlap shapes and angles! What looks cool?

Do you want them to all flow together? Do you want patchwork? Both are valid! Maybe one arm is a sleeve, and one is patchy!

You can design the sigil first and figure out where it fits on the body, or you can keep the body part in mind while you're designing.

I like thicker sigils/designs, so I start with a blob of ink or a solid shape and erase until something pops out at me.

For thinner designs, the opposite applies. Scribble until something resonates with you or looks cool. What shapes go together?

I like to write little sigil 'letters' alongside thick lines or shapes.

Have fun with it! You can figure out technical stuff later, or never!

References:

I like to use the Twilight Princess Hylian alphabet if I get stuck, or if I have a function in mind. If you glue a bunch of letters together and erase bits, eventually something looks magicy! (Different Zelda titles have different Hylian letters, so you could mix n match as well)

Maybe you use a different sort of script you like. Maybe a code or sorts, or icons from medias you like. Take letters or characters from languages and warp them into something that looks like a sigil

How badly can you draw a 5? There's a sigil! Can you use dots instead of lines? Now add random lines! There's a sigil!

Circles are always good starting points. Eyes are good details. Egyptian glyphs and runes are good starting points. Just make sure not to rip anyone off :]

My China only has like two or three sigils that I went in knowing what I wanted it to look like overall, and those are: - The huge sigil wheel on her back, which I knew I wanted to be a a big circle with swirling symbols and such. - The belt-like design around her waist, I knew I wanted those to look like the top of Midna's Helmet - The upside down crown like triangles on her forehead (which have sort of changed to how I wanted them originally) and the designs under her eyes and on her chin and throat. There's many ways to come up with sigils, and here's another secret: They don't all have to have meaning! My China has a ton of designs, but I've only assigned functions to a handful of them

Keeping it consistent:

I also have a 'China sigil map' I have for reference, but it's not even fully filled out because I got distracted. If part of her skin is visible and I haven't drawn that part of her body before (like the ONE time I drew her back, or her left leg or something) I come up with the sigil then and there xD If you're interested, this is what my 'sigil map' reference canvas looks like. It's nowhere near complete and frankly, a huge mess: but it works for me. Started this like a year ago and just kept adding to it when I needed to

Here's my canvas of previous China references I use to keep everything consistent

Here's where I started rambling and I can't be bothered to edit it, so its prob repetitive lol

One tip I do have is decide if you want thin or thick designs. My China started off with thin and squiggly sigils, which ultimately I never actually liked, but now she has thicker tattoos and I think it feels more athetotic If you go a thinner route, I recommend using lots of squirls and angles together and finding one basic shape and then adding to that. A good example of this are my facade tattoo designs, where I took the reflections sigil and altered it, or took the hourglass shape and added smaller designs around it. However, if you go with thicker designs like I have, ERASE more than you draw. I start with a blob of ink, and then erase designs into it. I reallllly like how negative space is used in tattoos and think about that as I'm designing Chinas sigils as well.

If you're going into designing a sigil with the intent of 'this is going to make her skin hard like iron' then think about where she would logically put it? - To me, that sounds like a 'tap the chest' sort of sigil. The chest is a bigger canvas than a forearm or something, so it can be bigger and more detailed. - Maybe instead, it's two sigils, one on each arm, and she crosses her arms to active it. Okay, that's two smaller sigils bc you have less space for detail. - What reminds you of iron skin? It's defensive, so that makes me think of squares and hard angles. Maybe you straight up draw a shield shape and erase markings into said shield. yeah sigils n stuff! Thanks for the ask and hopefully this was somewhat helpful :]

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Cowboy Like Me - Part 1

Azriel x Reader

Azriel meets his match in a contract spy while attending a barge party in the Summer Court. Together, they are tasked to investigate rogue shipments coming into Prythian. Will they be able to tolerate each other? Will they fall in love along the way?

Inspired by the queens of my heart, Taylor Swift and Sarah J. Maas.

Part 2

Warnings: Language and some suggestiveness.

These functions were odious. Hundreds of elite fae from throughout Prythian gathering to spread gossip, exaggerate how deeply their coffers ran, and boast of their latest voyeurs in both the sheets and battlefields. Yet, amidst all of the cock measuring, bits of truth revealed themselves to those with the proper skill set. So yes, while odious indeed, a lucrative affair for me.

Tonight I’d found myself aboard a pleasure barge on the Adriatic Sea. Several High Lords accepted Tarquin’s invitation to a summer soirée honoring some milestone birthday of Cresseida’s. I couldn’t remember her age, I didn’t care honestly. The information I sought was of a more confidential manner.

Whenever any High Lords made their appearance at such gatherings, nobility from their respective courts came out in droves in hopes of rubbing elbows with the upper cress of their kingdoms. Minor lords sought advantageous matches for their heirs, esteemed merchants networked to expand trade routes, tittering courtiers cozied up to nobility in an effort to advance whichever cause they were pursuing that night.

A well-trained ear and eye lusted for occasions such as this. Those Minor Lords so easily letting details slip of their needs, allowing a glean of where their courts higher nobility were failing them. The merchants whispering confidential details of questionable consignments slipped in with their usual fare.

And the courtiers, it was too simple to read in between the lines of their oh-so-cryptic conversations. The courtiers of lesser nobility who hadn’t yet mastered the art of subtlety were easy to read, even easier to trade gossip with.

My glamour skills were exceptional. Some would call the statement arrogant, but it was truth. On top of my assets as a spy, my ability to work my way into high profile events with subtle changes to my hair, eyes, and scent made spying a lucrative profession.

A contact from Adriata’s Port Authority had contracted my services for tonight. A shipment of jewels, spices, and varying textiles procured from the continent had arrived days ago with fake gems, missing rolls of fine silk, and poison laced spices that had been set aside for the royal kitchens. I’d been tasked with garnering any information that may lead to the perpetrators.

Initially it was suspected that the act had occurred before leaving the port of origin. However, Tarquin’s own contacts had accounted for everything at the port and again halfway through sailing. I had my suspicions of who was behind the act which led me to my current position, pretending to be engaged in conversation with the pompous son of some Minor Lord from Dawn.

Honestly, how many “Oh”, “Wow”, and “That’s very interesting”’s could I throw into the conversation before he realized I wasn’t paying attention.

Yet, what I saw behind the male was quite interesting. Eris Vanserra making a rare Autumn Court appearance, far too casually winding through the crowd toward the High Lord of the Night Court as the lovely High Lady shared an animated story about, “Water Wolves”, whatever those were. The story just interesting enough to garner the attention of the surrounding audience long enough for the High Lord to stride off to a more secluded area toward the bow of the ship. The same place Eris had conveniently found himself at.

Feigning ill, I excused myself from the one-sided conversation. Quickly, I glamoured myself to look a bit more pale, and padded toward the bow. Fortunately there was a blind spot within earshot perfectly hidden by a few crates of spare items for the night should any dishwear or wines run out from the various tables spread around the barge. Keeping up my ruse I leaned over the rail, quietly dry heaving.

“All I’m saying is watch your shipments. An influx of boats have been reported leaving our ports recently. He’s up to something.” Eris’ hushed voice warned.

Oh, this was very interesting. Autumn’s heir apparent heeding warning to the Night Court.

The High Lord’s voice lowly inquired, “Do you know wh-“

The atmosphere suddenly turned dark as shadows swirled next to me. Raising from his perched position in the dark stood the High Lord’s spymaster.

Shit.

“Did the oaf you were speaking with bore you to sickness or is this washed out complexion a new glamour?”

Shit!

“People are staring, Shadowsinger. Are you going to ask me to dance or should we make a spectacle of ourselves?” I smirked cooly. Unsure of how I managed to pull off the collected facade in the face of the feared, and…. devastatingly gorgeous? Spymaster of the Night Court.

He smirked - a deadly, seductive smirk, extending his hand. This was a dangerous game. “My lady, honor me with a dance?”

I stepped toward him, aware of every weapon carefully placed underneath my silken cobalt blue dress. His shadows keenly aware of them too as they swirled around the location of each hidden sheath.

Oh, they were good.

His fingers gripped tightly atop the most easily accessible of my daggers, firmly pressed to my waist as a herringbone corset would be. His opposite hand gripped mine just tightly enough that it couldn’t slip free.

“You know, beautiful, it seems you’ve got a couple of weapons under your dress. You’re quite the double threat.” his face remained relaxed but those hazel eyes promised strife if I didn’t comply.

They stepped in rhythm to the Summer Court medley that played “It takes one to know one, handsome.”

He twirled me outward and pulled me back in before I could dare consider escaping. “I’m protecting my High Lord. Weapons come with the territory. Who are you serving?”

I batted my eyes innocently “I’ll serve you if you ask politely.”

I could have sworn the slightest shift in scent invaded my senses, “Ah, but you’re not a courtier, darling. You’re a spy. And I don’t take kindly to spies listening in on my courts affairs.”,

“Luckily for me, our interests seem to align.” I countered.

He dipped me back just in time to lock stares with the High Lord, stars twinkling in his eyes as he looked down at me, “Ah, brother. Who is your lovely dance partner?”

Once again,

Shit.

And then everything went black as we winnowed.

~~~~~~~~

“Welcome to the Hewn City - My name is Azriel. Care to share your name?”

“Elyse.” I lied.

Azriel stepped forward, “No dear, I don’t believe it is. Let’s not get off on a worse foot than we already have.”

I rolled my eyes. Fine. “Y/N.”

Good girl. He purred. The heat that pooled in my core at his tone was pathetic. Traitorous body.

“Why were you spying on Rhysand?”

I was a spy for hire. Being tortured in the name of Adriata’s Port Authority was not how I was going down. So I told him the truth.

“Adriata received a shipment with stolen goods and poison laced spices. I was simply seeking information on the matter.”

“And you felt that my High Lord was involved?”

I scoffed. “No, not exactly. While your High Lord is rather cunning, he’s not one to risk sparking a Civil War. Especially against his own ally.” I looked intently to the Spymaster with a smirk, “That bastard Eris Vanserra on the other hand…”

I could have sworn amusement briefly flashed in his eyes at the statement as he sat before me. “I’ve seen you at several functions recently. You are sly, I’ll give you that. But you have tells. The way your eyes wander off of those you are in conversation with. The slight lies you give the courtiers in an effort to bring their guard down and let information slip. Your glamours are excellent but not enough to disguise you once you’ve been spotted.”

Confusion swirled in my brain at this tactic. Certainly the willingness to share was an effort of bringing my guard down.

I stiffened. “Why are you telling me this?”

He raised an eyebrow “You shared information with me, I am simply returning the favor.”

“How generous of you , Azriel.” My tone was sharp. But his name… Oh how it tasted like honey on my tongue.

He shrugged. “This doesn’t have to be hard. Despite what you may have heard about me, I am a reasonable male. From what I’ve seen, up until tonight, you’ve never been a threat to those I’m allied with.”

I relaxed a bit at the statement. “You’ve watched me that closely?”

“What kind of spymaster would I be to not keep tabs on potential enemy spies?”

“I am not your enemy, Azriel.” Damn my tone for coming out so softly.

He looked at me earnestly, “I know.”

“Then why am I here?”

His gaze once again shifted to that of the infamous spymaster, “I want you to work with me.”

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Thank you to everyone who voted in my poll and/or took the time to read this! I hope to post Part 2 this week. Stay tuned!

[chromaticleaf]

Been thinking about Tessa and the Murder Trio, and I've started wondering... how do the drones even feel about Tessa, in canon?

Reviewing what we have, it's a bit less clear than I expected, so I'll break down what we actually get in canon for each pair.

Tessa / J:

J having romantic feelings for Tessa is quite the popular fanon of course. I like that interpretation quite a bit myself, and a few subtle details I've seen discussed can even imply it as subtext.

As far as actual text goes, though, J is a loyal sidekick. She follows Tessa's lead and seems proud to assist and protect her. Pretty clearly a positive relationship, and easy to extrapolate further for shipping and fun head-canons.

But canonically, it isn't too different from her relationship with Cyn, or even the "company" in episode 1. Loyal, proud of her capable service, dedicated. Blasphemous as it may be, one could question if she actually cares for Tessa specifically, beyond her position as her "boss".

And this isn't to accuse J of being heartless: she reacts with clear horror at the thought of V (and the other library drones?) being discarded in episode 5. She cares about V (and, I would argue, N) in some capacity. Her rejection of them in episode 8 is easy to read as a defensive denial: casting them as a lost cause in order to justify fighting them to herself.

Even so, I do still interpret J and Tessa as having a close relationship, especially since contrary evidence is lacking.

Tessa / V:

We get basically nothing with actual Tessa. V has a few interactions with Cyn as "Tessa", though. She shows no real loyalty to her, seeming to go along with their excursion into the labs only for N and Uzi. She's very quick to snap at "Tessa" for her inability to protect them, but also seems quick to look past that. Most notably, she's quick to save "Tessa" from a bullet, so it's easy to read her as being as "tsundere" towards her as she is towards N and Uzi.

So canon doesn't necessarily imply a very strong relationship between them, but at least some basic level of loyalty probably existed, at least before Cyn's rampage.

Tessa / N:

This one is pretty interesting. Tessa's adoration of N is very apparent, of course. But we don't actually see any reciprocation from N. With actual Tessa in his memories, he seems to begrudgingly accept Tessa's affection, but his primary focus at the time was Cyn (and the ghost witch sending him messages). Perhaps this can be written off as extenuating circumstances, especially with Uzi's interference influencing his perception of the memories.

The other meeting we see, with Cyn as "Tessa", has Cyn mimic similar affection. N however seems more worried than excited to see her. Especially notable, in the same meeting, he seems delighted to see J (the same goes for V too, on both counts). "Tessa" gets a worried frown from N, where J gets a smile.

"Tessa" of course does little to endear herself to N during their lab mission. N shows plenty of concern for V and Uzi, and almost no concern for "Tessa". However, he still seems willing, if reluctant, to follow her orders, up until he catches her in a lie, upon which he beheads her with no hesitation. Even with N's genre savviness, he did not know she was Cyn at the time. Again, compare to J, who even as an enemy receives a hand-drawn IOU from him.

One can again argue extenuating circumstances, but it stands out for the golden retriever "I love doing anything" drone, doesn't it?

Conclusion:

It is surprisingly easy to build a case that the drones do not actually care about Tessa all that much. And it is even more surprisingly easy to build a case that N rather dislikes Tessa.

Do I think this is the intended reading of the characters? Not really.

I think the murder drones did like Tessa. There's not much positive evidence that any of them disliked her while they were in the manor, and all of them probably felt loyalty to her for repairing them and at least attempting to protect them from her parents.

Cyn's easy manipulation of N and V while pretending to be Tessa almost certainly relies on their lingering loyalty to her, overriding their natural wariness and doubt about the situation, so the fact that they aren't even more hostile and distrusting of "Tessa" on Copper 9 is probably a positive sign for their past relationship.

Still, it's an interesting thought experiment to interpret their relationship with Tessa in different ways and see how it can fit with canon.

Anyway, that's my sleep deprived ramblings on the topic. Hopefully someone finds them interesting!

[coffeetraces]

the judge from hell: ending thought dump

i would say i'm insane that the first thought i had when the credits rolled was "where's human bitna's soul???" not because the drama would be better if she shows herself, but because they showed her escaping and just didn't give us any closure. nevertheless, despite this, they gave us such a unique way to justify justitia's stay on her body. not to mention the bael deal (giving her 3 years of vacation before returning) and the cliffhanger lucifer deal (10 sinners killed in a year to be fully human) (we should get a season 2 at this point). the three scenes leading to the ending clearly showed us how her morals changed in the way she was conflicted with her decision about the un-remorseful defendant, to her (VERY BEAUTIFUL) callback on her scene with the children asking her about justice.

they also resolved the serial killing trope really well. the idea already of making the murderers feel how they killed their victims had such a nice build up from the first SA suspect until this serial killer. then when they built the coffin displays for all the victims while J was hanging himself was, in a way, a peaceful closure for the victims. it showed his remorse (despite bitna forcing him to do so), and putting an end to their worries that justice won't be served to him (he escaped, plus the way he told myeongsuk ahjumma that he was eating well inside jail) and he got what he deserved. again, not to mention that in the earlier episode, bitna and her chief judge refused to give in to the assemblymen's pressure to acquit him. i know, justitia has her own firm judgement already. but it made her human anyways.

side note: i found it funny (a bit) that bitna's death scene in episode 13 never fazed me. was this an effect of snowdrop still? jk.

and coming from this - i loved the pay off of every decision and interaction bitna and gabriel had. i already had the vibe initially that every test gabriel gave bitna would be beneficial for her to have more points from God, hence the reincarnation. and the cute scene too at the end - where his new form asked her to treat her to burgers because she promised on her funeral that she'll buy her dinner. the details of this show is very meticulous and i love it.

it was also so heartwarming to show all the victims after two years with the closures they showed. it's also really a good thing that the show only showed around 5 suspects instead of stretching it to how many episodes they have (a lot of law shows do that) so we still get to see everyone.

and, of course - han daon and kang bitna. i loved how much they trusted each other's judgments when it comes to the heavy decisions about their morality. i think this is the best way to show a relationship - or if anyone should pick a partner in the future, it would be with someone who trusts your wisdom to choose what's best for you. and both of them are, in a way, morally good decision makers. not to mention they were both so supportive of each other. daon never gave bitna the burden of giving up her future in hell by not doing the killings. he has his role as a detective, she has her role as a judge. such a nice partnership! and when it comes to their romantic scenes, i'm fine with all the subtle and natural moments that they had. they didn't have any extravagant cliche romance scenes except for the imaginary wedding. the long kiss was also a huge pay off after all the teasing of steamy moments with no kisses, interrupted kisses, the pecks, then we get "[nv] you should kiss me as much as you love me." [!!!!!!!!!!!] damn!

and park shinhye, of course! the best thing that happened to this drama. i apologize as i was a bit doubtful of her. i didn't like how she portrayed cha eunsang in the heirs and now i realized it was just because the writing of her character was so goddamn stale. but like what the director said - if there was an actress who can show her subtle cute style and be an action star villain-main character, it should be her. she showed well how justitia's mentality transitioned from being a full blown demon with no remorse to someone who felt immense sympathy from the victims and han daon's experience, and of course, the girlboss girlfriend vibe.

of course, not everything in this drama is unique. but it is refreshing. it also stresses important messages about justice that should be said especially in this era - the number one rule of justice is the law should not forgive what the victims couldn't. apologizing is an obligation, but forgiveness is not. justitia's trials cover admission of crime, asking for forgiveness to the victims, and remorse for the deed, all three core things that people sometimes forget when cases like murders and such happen. korea should know better after seeing this show. [coughs]

and, as always, we should never waste the potential of kim jaeyoung and park shinhye. GIVE THEM A MOVIE!!!!!

also kim jae young the new korea IT boy lfg

[demigoddessqueens]

my favorite (patient) doctor

A/n - is it ok to just fast forward for only the scenes of a hot doctor? Well I did, hence the fluff alphabet

Summary: A-z fluff Alphabet for Dioneo

Masterlist 11

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

In the public eye, it’s soft touches and subtle (not really) glances but behind closed doors, you can’t keep your hands off each other

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Dioneo is top tier (boy) friend material; perfect listener and a deadpan sense of humor that always makes you grin

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

That tall frame with muscles biceps?? Born to cuddle, forced to be a doctor

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

As a doctor, he’s used to nore time nursing other patients and nobles but would not be a stranger to other domestic tasks, and if you ever got together, at least you would have some of the help for the home

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Chances are you would be the one calling it off because Dioneo could not conceive of any reason to let you go, and it would destroy him still

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Just say the word and set date and he’ll be there by your side, just as you desire.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle, wants to make sure you feel safe around him, and keens for how gentle you are with him too

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

Those arms are meant for hugging and holding, and you have no qualms reciprocating right back

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s canon he does fall hard and falls fast, so don’t be too surprised after a few days or even a week, at most

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

Very jealous and you see it cross his face if Tindaro tries to make advances towards you. He knows you don’t reciprocate but it’s a harsh reminder of the differences

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Dioneo just adores your lips, how sweet they taste when you kiss, but feels more smitten if you ever kissed his cheek

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Given his streak of patience, I’d say Dio would make children feel safe, indulging them with a story or two

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You and Dioneo try to enjoy the morning as much as possible with kisses and affection before there’s a banging at the door for the day

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sometimes passionately, but also so sweetly as it’s a refuge from the Plague ravaging outside

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Pretty early on, like as soon as you start talking to get to know each other.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It would take a lot to hurt him; and if anything, even if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings he wouldn’t bother you

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You may have not given second thought to any answers about yourself but Dio

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You were out walking the gardens with him early one morning before everyone else awoke, the sun peeked through to kiss your hair, an amused smile on your face as a butterfly landed on your hand

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective!! Mercenaries, diseased people trying to get in, just get tucked away right behind him

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When is he NOT trying is more like it?? Grand gestures may or may not be your thing, but Dioneo always wants to communicate how much he cares for you

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Self doubt or a form of all consuming jealousy if a noble gets too close to comfort with you

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Maybe just a healthy amount of “I know I look good” with a mix of “but I think you look better”

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Dioneo knows his work is a part of him but if he didn’t have you, the happiness and fulfillment and brighter optimism you’ve brought would cease

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Likes it when you cook (if you can), a homecooked meal can be a love language

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

The snobbish attitude or looking down on others just because of the circumstances of birth

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Maybe some light snores but you are entirely cuddled and tucked away safely under his biceps

[iwishthatitwouldrain]

A Court of Overgrown Ivy

🩷 An Elriel Fanfiction 🩷

This fanfiction takes place after the events of A Court of Silver Flames. It is essentially a glimpse of what I would like to see in the next ACOTAR book. I use my own headcanons but I try to follow the general world as best as I can.

This chapter kicks off Elain's POV! It was SO fun to get into her head a little and get her POV of past events. I hope to write Elain in way that does her character justice and let's the reader see her in a whole new light! Enjoy :)

I posted the whole chapter here this time, but it is also available on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65332978/chapters/169859305

All credit to Sarah J Maas for the story and characters.

✨ CHAPTER TWO ✨

Irina Redwing was a short woman with a shorter temper, but had a sharp mind and quick wit for her age. Over a thousand years of life as a Fae had whittled her into a pint-sized weapon who very much delighted in tea and cookies.

Elain had truly started these gardening sessions with the intention of actually gardening. But when her very first client spoke of visions rather than violets, her plans quickly changed. She couldn’t explain it, but Elain knew who Ms. Redwing was the second she knocked on her front door. The overgrown ivy sprawling across every inch of the small property peaked Elain’s attention, prompting her to make a stop at this home. After a long day of going door to door to offer gardening help, Elain had mentally called it a day and was heading home. However, with curiosity and perhaps the subtle pull of magic, Elain carefully stepped through the tangled ivy hoping to not disturb this property. After a whisper of a knock, the female answered the door much quicker than Elain expected, causing her to suck in a sharp breath… It was the first person who answered all day. Through an age-worn screen door, the two stared at each other. What Elain saw in those dark, golden eyes nearly made her stop breathing. 

Seer.

Just like me. 

Their stares bore into each other, the spark of realization simmering in them both.

Like calls to like.

Finally, Elain pulled together a sentence.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother. My name is Elain and I’m new in the area. I am just going around to offer baked goods,” she gestured to her basket of pastries. 

“Um, also, I am a gardener, so if you are looking for any help in that area, I’d really love to. It’s completely free, just a passion of mine.”

She let a slight nervous laugh escape her lips, eagerly waiting for a reply. It didn’t come. The woman just stared and stared. 

“I can just go… I don’t mean to….” She was cut off by the sound of the creaky screen door swinging open. 

“Won’t you come in darling?” Seeing the female face to face now, Elain could better make out the details of her appearance. She had partially graying hair, the shining, silver strands beginning to coat long black waves that cascaded down her back like the branches of a tree. Elain could spot the subtle point of her ear hidden behind the mass of hair, could smell the scent of old books and cedarwood on her skin, could see the beautiful and delicate wrinkles that adorned her face and hands. Elain had always loved the way it looked to age, a future she thought was taken from her. Seeing the female before her, she wondered if maybe she was wrong. The sight spoke to something deep within her chest, and before she knew it, her feet were carrying her forward into the female’s home.

This was not a good idea. You are not supposed to go into stranger’s homes. A rule well ingrained into Elain’s mind, direct from her mother.

“People will take advantage of you Elain. You are beautiful and people want beauty. They’ll kill for it.”

But for whatever reason, she could not stop herself from violating this order. Not as she floated past the threshold of the door, not as she sat on the floral settee, not as she accepted the cup of tea presented to her.

Still unsure of why she was even here or who this female was, Elain broke the silence again.

“You have a lovely home, Ms…. Well, I don’t believe I caught your name.”

“Irina. Irina Redwing.” She seemed to perk up as she said her name, as if she was proud of it.

“Thank you for the tea Ms. Redwing. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m -- ” 

“Elain Archeron. Cauldron blessed. Sister of the High Lady.”

Well damn.

Elain made to rise, feeling quite like a mouse cornered by a cat. Before she could complete the action, an invisible force slammed her back down in her seat. Panic gripped her quickly then as her heart pounded wildly in her chest. 

Damn me. I didn’t bring any sort of weapon. No one even knows I’m here. 

“You don’t use magic.” The female said, more of a statement than a question. 

Elain stayed silent.

“Gifted with the most powerful magic in the realms and you do not even use it?”

Elain was assessing the room, marking every doorway, searching for weapons, willing calm into her bones, when suddenly, the force released her. 

The female rolled her shoulders back, as if stretching a sore muscle. Elain was on her feet quicker this time, pivoting towards the front door.

“If you want to wield your seeing powers, all you have to do is ask.”

Elain hesitated, surprised to hear this. She didn’t let herself dwell on it. A second later, she yanked her pastry basket off the floor and finally exited the ivy-covered home. Begrudgingly, she took a wrapped scone and laid it near the front door, marching away and returning to the beaten path from whence she came.

~~~

That night, she restlessly tossed and turned in her bed at the townhouse, the closest thing to a home she had in Velaris. She thought of the Cauldron. She thought of the King of Hybern. She thought of the Blood Rite and of Feyre’s pregnancy. She thought of Grayson and Lucien. And Azriel. 

She thought of powerlessness. Of defeat. Of pain and sorrow. Death and decay. 

Of hope.

When the sun began cresting the mountains and she had finally given up the idea of sleep, she came to a decision. She does not have to be a trembling lamb. Nor does she need to be a vicious wolf like Feyre. Or a cunning snake like Nesta.

No, when the time came, she would be an owl lurking in the night. Her unsuspecting talons would dig deep, her wisdom would be underestimated. She would slash and soar and hide and hunt. 

And she would do it on her own terms. 

It was less than 24 hours from when she left that she had found herself again at the front door. Irina again answered her knocks promptly, a knowing smile on her face.

“I wish to begin”. 

~~~

Irina claims she was born a seer. She grew up with only a mother-- a mother who was desperate for more money to support her 6 children. She had Irina set up on street corners and in shows when she was only 8 years old; a famed psychic who could tell one’s future. From this young age, she flexed her power often and became quite good at it. So good, in fact, she learned there were many things she could do beyond seeing — she could move objects with her mind, she could levitate in the air, she could turn partially invisible. The powers were admittedly impressive and unique, making Elain all the more eager to learn them. Irina lived a long life, one of mischief and love and loss. She even had a daughter of her own who tragically died due to some sort of illness many years ago. 

Irina lived in Velaris peacefully now, her grandson coming to visit and help tend to her property often. This life was nothing like Elain’s, the sometimes oppressive weight of the Night Court constantly pressing down on her. She knew she should start contributing more to the schemes of the inner circle for all they’ve done for her. She certainly didn’t like the idea of owing them, and she didn’t like being dead weight… Is that what they see me as? Dead weight?

No one ever really saw her, though. They didn’t look. They weren’t there when Elain had finally grown food in a small plot of usable soil a few hundred yards away from their old cottage. And how she sustained an injury fighting off the thieves who stole her harvest — a broken wrist and bruised rib that she skillfully hid from her sisters. They knew nothing about the deal she made with the Cauldron when she was in its dark, inky depths; the few seconds to them was an eternity for Elain. They don’t realize that when she was taken to Hybern’s camp, she truly saw a vision of Feyre being taken and set off to rescue her, not willing to fail her sister again. Or about how she precisely tracked the King of Hyberns' last moments before making the killing blow. 

Mostly, they didn’t realize how lonely she was. She smiled and kept sweet and didn’t ask for much. Nuala and Cerridwen were a lovely reprieve, her two closest friends. But no one understood how lonely this power was. The visions were alarming at times, grim and confusing. And she could not get a grasp on how to control them yet. They often woke her in the night, a cold sweat mixing with salty tears as she replayed the horror of the things she saw. People dying. People hiding as if they knew she was watching. A dark palace full of creeping eyes and eerie whispers. It made no sense to her. 

Maybe that’s why she agreed to meet daily with Irina. Maybe that’s what she lied to her friends and family about her activities.

Maybe that’s why she kind of liked it. 

~~~

On an unusually rainy day, Elain and Irina wrapped up 30 minutes later than planned. They had been working diligently on a skill called scrying, the same skill that allowed her to find the suriel for Feyre during the war. There were ways to perfect it, to do it quicker and stealthier. And she got better at it, day by day. 

Though, she was beginning to feel sort of bad for choosing Lucien to peer on. She couldn’t help that he made the perfect test subject--If he caught her, she was safe from any sort of retaliation, though she wasn’t too sure she cared if she angered him. She made sure not to view anything too private, mostly gazing upon him during meals and basic meetings. Today, for the first time, she was able to not just see Lucien from a fixed perspective but to follow him as he glided down a hallway. The whole spell was quite wonderful but wildly confusing. And it was less of a spell and more of a trance; a cold and precise sort of focus falling over her like a wet blanket. When she returned to the present moment and reported her success, Irina grinned so wide that her eyes practically shut. She was a truly gorgeous, wonderful woman, and Elain had grown very fond of her over these months.

On her way out, Elain hugged and kissed Irina on the cheek, stopping to kneel in the newly added garden beds out front to pick out a few weeds and stray growths of ivy. She had gotten Irina to agree to at least let her garden a little, especially because it helped bolster her alibi. She relished in the rain and dirt soaking through her clothing, not bothering to keep herself clean.                                                                                              

Elain adopted a giggle as she fluttered through the rainy streets of Velaris, giddy about her lesson and surprisingly enjoying the moisture. It never rained here, the cold, wet drops drenching her clothes and hair almost made her feel human again. It drowned out the overstimulating sounds of hushed conversation, racing hearts, and the beats of a bird's wing. 

She had been so caught up in her thoughts, the thrill of learning a new skill still coursing through her body, that she failed to notice the group of people now silently staring at her as she crossed the threshold into the River House.

The hood of her cloak now dropped, she felt herself begin to freeze up as she took in the crowd before her. Every member of the inner circle was here, enjoying a meal and company…. And now staring at me. Elain felt the familiar sting of rejection and the cold weight of dejection as she came to terms with the fact that everyone was here without her. She attempted to shrink, contemplating how nice it would be to simply vanish.  

Maybe if I play dead, they’ll all look away…..? Okay, calm down. Just say something. 

She began to open her mouth to speak. 

And then she promptly locked eyes with Azriel and all hell broke loose in her brain. She turned her attention quickly to Feyre.

“I didn’t realize it was a group dinner day. I’ll go clean myself up.”

“It was sort of last minute. Sorry, I didn’t want to bother your session, so I didn’t tell you.” 

Mhm. Right. A simple mind telepathy situation would have made this wayyy easier on Elain but apparently gardening was suddenly too important to Feyre? Sure. 

She quickly made her way upstairs to change and compose herself. All she had to do was make it through the back end of dinner and feign a reason to leave, right? That’s doable. Not only was Elain completely put off by the lack of communication and the sense of otherness she could not shake, but she had not seen Azriel in a long while and, damn it, she was not about to let that ruin her scrying buzz. 

After donning a simple satin blue dress and messing with her hair just a bit, always choosing practicality over magical means, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror. 

“Just be normal, okay?”

Without another beat, she slipped out of her guest room of the River House and floated all the way to the dining room in a seat between Feyre and Nesta. 

~~~

Dinner was exactly what she expected. A lot of banter, jokes, and insults were hurled at one another, but the flow was sort of sweet and familiar. She contemplated an escape method while she pushed a potato around on her half-empty plate. 

What would a wise owl do in this situation? Would they too wimp out and limp home? 

When Rhys excused himself to his study in response to receiving a missive and the group migrated from the dining table to the living room, Elain perked up slightly, an idea springing to life.

It wouldn’t be that bad to see what Rhys was up to, would it? 

Time to put this scrying skill to use. 

[cupcakeslushie]

Hey Slushie. I have some questions about your AU:

1. I am seriously confused on Donnie’s situation in the bad timeline.

like I know it was mentioned in one of your short stories when he and Mikey were having a quarrel and that red thing-a-ma-bob but it is still very unclear to me.

2. When Donnie meets mayday, how does he process the fact that his older self made a child of his own genes and what would timothies reaction be (both in the good timeline and the bad timeline [I know the bad timeline one is mentioned but like J want his initial reaction])

3. (related to the 2nd Q) did Timothy know about his idea of making a child before she was made. If he did, ot would show a really powerful trust that Donnie has for Timothy

4. in the good/bad timeline, what is Mayday’s reaction to draxum before and after she found out about what he did to her father.

5. How does Timothy help with Donnie’s hallucinations and since Mayday is his child, does she also have them, like about never saving her father or not being strong enough.

6. In canon, The mud dogs are the complete opposite of the mad dogs. So since everyone is a bit different, what will the mud dogs in your AU look like.

Yeah… these are a lot of questions and I hope it isn’t too much. Hope you can answer them and please, continue the great work!!!

1. So, it’s okay you’re confused. I’ve only given out a small amount of teasers for the direction that the future timeline is going. There’s been a bit more expansion on my patreon, but not much. The little bits I’ve dropped are more world building and filler, and less plot. So I don’t want to say too much. There hasn’t been any more expansion on that stone in particular. Just know, it’s Krang related, and we’ll see it again! I’m setting things up that we’ll see further down the line. Some stuff I’m okay with mapping every little bit out for ppl but there is some stuff I’d like to keep you guessing 😜!

2. This is one of those things I’m keeping shh🤫!

3. Timothy knew that Donnie was trying to come up with contingencies, but he thought the plans were more along the lines of like some kind of binder with all his passwords, or maybe a cool ass avatar that could still control the resistance tech in a worst case scenario (*subtle wink at Kat*) Timothy had no idea about Mayday or Donnie trying to create clones.

4. She’s heard a few sanitized stories, but Mayday of the bad timeline has never met Draxum (he was already dead). And in her traveling to the past, I don’t think she’ll meet him. Like canon, Draxum won’t be taking part in the movie plot—also I’m still not sure of Mayday’s post-movie future, so bad timeline Mayday might never even get the chance to meet her Grandfather at all.

But Baby Mayday in the good timeline, on the other hand, will grow up with Draxum around. She won’t be given all the details until she’s probably old enough to understand the complexity of the situation. She’ll be conflicted, but with Donnie being in a healthier place, and her getting a very watered down side of things, Mayday will find she can’t hate her Grandfather for long. Her uncles have all done stuff they’re not proud of, she can still love them, and so despite the things he’s done in the past she can still love Grandpa Draxum.

5. Timothy will sometimes ramble on about his favorite anime, comics, or video games, or he’ll just read a book while being present in the same room. He can walk Donnie through breathing or grounding exercises when things get really intense. Mayday doesn’t have Donnie’s hallucinations.

7. Sorry, to say. I like the Mud Dogs enough in the show, but they’d pretty much be the same.

[galaxy-fleur]

Hiiii

do you think Leon's emotionally unavailable, sort of? I just finish re4 remake and i was wondering why Leon didn't really go all out with Ashley? I didn't pay much attention to Ada unfortunately so i can't say much on that but i was wondering if you have any insight on this because i saw some of your posts and it seems to me that you get these characters quite well so i wanted to ask you.

Thank you! Very honored to hear that my silly ramblings are indeed worthwhile :)

Sooo, I'm guessing you want me to go into re4r Leon specifically? He is arguably the most 'emotionally unavailable' Leon we've got to date, although this might be an unpopular opinion of mine, haha. I won't go into og Leon here tho!

I would argue that this emotionally closed off and somewhat rough attitude he displays in re4r is something he directly overcomes in the duration of the game through his connections with other characters. I kind of go into his behavior in the beginning of the game and how it reflects upon his character in this post! But the tldr of it is: Leon is plagued by the past regrets of his mistakes in RC, and this 'coldness' some people may feel from him is a direct reflection of his trauma.

Remember, while we don't have any specific details on his situation in remake-verse, we do have Leon himself presenting his training as something that was both physically and mentally daunting for him, the only (questionable) upside of it being an opportunity to ignore the pain from his experiences in RC, even if for a moment. There are no personal motivations for him to 'become stronger for the greater good', or 'use these skills to help more innocent people', none of that. In fact, people kind of tend to forget that he wasn't really trained to fight against B.O.W. in that point in time. Him encountering B.O.W. during operation Javier, for example, was pure coincidence. He was there to hunt down people. Not bioweapons.

So, is it any wonder he's as emotionally detached as he is when he probably had to stain his hands with blood plenty of times by that point?

While rookie Leon in re2r gets a direct quote defending his positions on the force (however naive that viewpoint is), re4r Leon doesn't get a single line of dialogue reflecting on his specific position in a positive manner.

Those 6 years are not presented as this badass training arc for him that made him stronger. Instead, it's presented as something that forcibly forged him into an efficient weapon he evidently never even wanted to become.

So, he's cynical, he's detached, he's cold. It's not Leon at his natural state, and it's not presented as something super cool or anything (altho those backflips of his would beg to differ/j). Instead, he slowly regains his humanity throughout re4r: through his relationship with Ashley that turns a job into a genuine determination to protect someone he cares about, through Luis' desperate efforts to save them despite his past mistakes that challenges Leon's judgement, through Krauser serving as a dark reflection of Leon's own deepest demons that he has to defeat literally and figuratively, through Ada being a walking reminder of what he failed to do back in RC.

It's subtle, but it's there, and it's very neat to see. Throughout re4r, Leon gets some much-needed closure on the regrets of his past, and regains his humanity that was forcibly buried in those 6 years. He's never going to be that bright-eyed, hopeful rookie again. But he can be someone new. He can be someone instead of something. He can be Leon instead of a weapon. And he doesn't need to be a weapon to protect someone. He just needs to be himself. Saving Ashley proves that to him.

That's what his journey in re4r is about. And every piece is important in their own way. All these relationships play a different part, and not one of them is more important than the other.

So, no, Leon himself is not emotionally unavailable. The reason why he is the way that he is in the beginning of the game is to set him up for his character arc to follow, and it's presented as a negative. The true Leon is very much open with his emotions and is more than willing to be vulnerable with other people, and we see that the longer we play through the game.

He didn't have to offer Ashley that gentle pep-talk and bond with her over their similar circumstances, but he did. He didn't have to give Luis that gentle and intimate comfort in his dying breaths, but he did. He didn't have to try and appeal to Krauser's humanity the best he could, but he did. Hell, even his petty and borderline unfair attitude towards Ada is arguably a reflection of him being way more emotional that he's probably even aware of, and I went over that here.

He also absolutely didn't have to hold Ashley's hand during her procedure, but he did. Even when it probably hurt him like hell.

Sure, re4r Leon is not as openly affectionate as og re4 Leon is, but he's still soft and caring in his own subtler way. I feel like people who say that he's cold and unfeeling throughout re4r in its entirety are a bit dishonest. (I don't mean you, anon! It's a common complaint I see towards this version of Leon)

And if you're asking about romance specifically I went over the reasons why an explicit romance will probably never happen in RE in here.

[twotimefromforsaken]

MURDER DRONES EPISODE 5 : Random details and favorite parts of this episode

Will be putting major spoilers under cuts if anyone has NOT seen the new episode, or has yet to see it. CW/TW: Blood, body horror, murdery stuff! SPOILERS!! AHHH!!! You get the point. I am not responsible for your actions :3

(This post is a mix of different things btw, Md related tho)

None of this will be in order, and I might need to make a PART TWO!!! Since the total is 45 images. :’)

FIRST UP. I would like to take the time to appreciate doll so have some LOVELY LITTLE images of her I took.

She looks so fucking awesome???? Like holy shit. She slayed!!!!!

not to be fruity .but. yea

SHE. also Isn’t that the campsite? Or just a different location with the same appearance.

OKAY. Next up. BABYGIRL . I SQUEALED AT LIKE EVERY SCENE OF THEM SHES SO FUCKING CUTE. MAN😭

BLEEEEEH (I’m going to make this my icon soonthat was the purpose of the screenshot. Also because I love them)

World is mine by Hatsune mi- cyn. World is mine by cyn. The famous vocaloid /j (HSES 😭😭😭😭)

Noticing how her balance is SOOO Much better while holding someone?. Also MOOD .just like me .real 💔

i lov e you🥺EEEK /p. Shes melting

MY SIB AND I WERE FUCKIJG DYING OVER THE PUPPY EYES.LMAO. I love their humor

J* , and they locked her in the basement. I am so SAD about this information

PROTECTIVE BIG BRO MODE…babys

Okay, listen, i know these 2 got shipped before the release but OUCH this makes things so much weirder!!! eugh:( (mainly saw em as friends.tttotallt not becsuse I project my friendship with my silly mutual onto them.no. /sarc)

anyways forget them being friends as my headcanon. THEYRE FUCKING SIBLINGS EVEN BETTER!!! (prjdedcts me and my elder sib onto th— *gets killed /j*

GAY RIGHTS(After the 2nd watch i realized she was making them kiss each other and I started laughing so hard my sides hurt)

Okay glitch QUIT SHOWING OFF. god damn !!!!! Literally appreciating this scenery so hard. 10000/10. :3

YKNOW HW I WANTED TO SEE TEARS IN THE NEW EPISODE!! LOOK. KIND OF CLOSE!!

LOOK HES SOBBING!!!! ALMOST. I GOT WHAT I WANTED OMFG!!!!! YAYYA!!!! (Love it when ppl cry /j

Lovely little lad. Reading abt dogs:) so cute…

subtle hints of favoritism..👀(she obvs likes J more I think,)

I love how immediately i could tell this was drawn by Liam. Canonically J in the show but like his style is so adorable and bouncy!!!! AND LIKE yummyys:3 eated

Cute detail in Uzi’s room. SHE LIKES BABY COWS GUYS. ITS TIME TO MAKE FANART OF UZI WITH BABY COWS. /J

Blushys:)!

For those wondering what this is it’s basically a ripoff of YouTube. The caption is titled "Top 100 Doors ever!!11!" and then the views at the bottom 😭😭. KHAN AND HIS FUCKING DOORS GOD DAMNIT

This part scared the shit out of me i was literally about to cry. I THIUGHTT SHE KILLED HIM

I had to slow this down and repeat the same clip OVER AND OVER Just to get it right, apparently the solver can swap roles? (The order is supposed to be yellow then purple since Uzi takes over as an admin instead of CYN.) very cool.

STP FIGHTING D:

BOTH VRY SCARY :(

Better glimpse of her backpack. Cute little skullbat zipper!! Also batteries. 👍

Apparently DEAD BATTERIES, aka the logo on Uzi’s sweater could be a possible band? Or reference to a band I don’t know? Like how they have my chemical robots (or something like that) as a ref to the band MCR (romance).

Sigh., N was that you.

Conlang? Fictional language? Glyphs? I’m assuming it’s VERY important (since liam lovessss foreshadowing, i will further elaborate). Hoping there will be ways to "simplify" it to english!

Yknow how in episode 2 Uzi takes braidens sentience or sumn like dat. Yea 💀

Alright I’ve hit the limit, gonna rb again with part 2!!!!! Soon. Maybe

[dropout-if]

Unique - for all the ros, please. i know you did something similar in your 'pick this route if you like xyz'. but in an instory pov, what are unique or individual to them things that they do that makes them stand out [or just are subtle and soft] as a partner?

AAA I was very excited for this one!

U = Unique(What makes them unique as a s/o?)

Jean/Jade is very meticulous. They're a perfectionist, and this translates into their relationships. When J dates someone they're very self-sacrificing in every way, shape and form. This stems from the fact that J is pretty stupid around their feelings lol (everything is rational and everything makes sense, but romance most certainly doesn't).

Uma’s uniqueness might as well be how detail-oriented they are. They also have a great memory (they're going to remember everything about their s/o, the good and the bad). Gift-giving might not be that high up as Uma's love language, but they do love to make sure their partner is appreciated (and to let them know that Uma's been thinking about them). They also give the best gifts🫂💕

For our n.2 self-sacrificing fool, Statler I’m going to choose both their resilience and their self-awareness. Statler is far from being perfect, but they've grown so much as a person since they were a teen. The amount of responsibility Statler carries and how much they love the people around them (taking care of them, being dependable for their sake). It comes with tons of stress (and Statler not being able to fully live their own life), but it's still admirable in a way.

Wanda stands out because of her emotional maturity alone lol (it's something very normal and very valid to ask in a partner, but she's the most emotionally stable out of all the ROs and that deserves to be acknowledged). Wanda rarely gets jealous, she's emotionally expressive, she's not demanding of her partner's time, she's supportive. Where can I find someone like her🧍

Lol Kai is such a mess they're a bit hard to define without spoiling anything. The way they've grown and the way they've viewed the world up to this point has been very unfair, and Kai genuinely doesn't know the first thing about having a healthy relationship. For Kai's unique feature, I'd choose their role in MC's life. They're the RO in whose route MC feels the most free/liberated.

Travis is also unsurprisingly hard to pinpoint. I think his bluntness makes him stand out. Travis' partner will never have to doubt him or his feelings, he's always going to be straightforward with what he believes and thinks. It might not be such a good thing all the time, but it is commendable when all the other ROs lie more often than not (due to various reasons ckskxk).

[mayonaisalspray]

SEVIPER TETRA‼️‼️

(+a size comparison drawing)

Unstructured un edited hand made blorbo design ramblings under the cut if you don’t give a shit about these losers keep going

Okay so first I want to talk about Jester and Tetra’s normal designs and why I find them so appealing and all the little things I like abt it because I’m the only one who’s probably going to ever ask for it. Well me ask and you shall receive

Jester:

Jester was the first character of the two to be made, but he came way after Trix. The two shared more design similarities early on, though they both do still share a lot of similarities. Maybe I’ll talk about that one day. Hm.

Anyway. Jester’s clown like appearance is due to his desire to not be taken seriously. Jester is a firm believer in the idea of Jester’s Privilege, which is the idea that jesters are able to talk freely and mock people on account of being a jester. Jester (whose “real” name is Jay. Btw. Because it takes up identities that have names starting with J. Just wanted to finally put this info out into the world) doesn’t want to be taken seriously, because he sees himself as a mockery of both the human and Pokémon worlds. He’s torn between the two, unable to fit in either. This is also because it doesn’t want to take himself or his problems seriously but whateva

The rest of his design is more. Hm. Practical probably isn’t the word but idk what is. His hair is long and covers his eye because 1, its eye on that side was removed and it makes his life harder if people see it, and 2, because he doesn’t care to cut it. The sweater is an old gift from Wade, and it wears it so often because it’s one of the few high quality (not ripped) pieces of clothing he has. The pants are brown to hide dirt so he doesn’t have to wash them as often. Things like that.

The only part of its appearance that Jester puts any effort into (besides the clown makeup and collar) is painting his nails. Jester’s nails are very important to it, since a Zangoose’s claws are its strongest weapon. This mostly manifests in the form of manicures.

Tetra:

When I tell you I’m pretty sure Tetra beamed his design into my brain you have got to believe me. I was sitting in the car listening to the mochi madness theme and then BOOM. Twink in my mind.

The most obvious parts of Tetra’s designs are the poison aspects. Tetra has a pretty clear poison motif, from the literal drip that is his sweater, to the toxic chains coming from his head, to the little Pecharunt collar.

But that’s it. He’s just poison, not a specific Pokémon. Jester’s design is (at least partially) based around Zangoose, but aside from the Pecharunt influences, there’s no clear Pokémon theme. That would be thanks to the fact that years of being mind controlled by Pecharunt’s brain poison has left him fairly devoid of identity. Tetra is more the idea of a person who once existed then any real person who still exists.

That’s also partially communicated through the fact that he’s a literal corpse! Yeah there’s a reason he’s that fucking pale, it’s cause he’s dead. Tetra, like the loyal three, ALSO died on the night Ogerpon attacked. But, with Pecharunt’s return, his body “healed” itself. Tetra is still very dead though (I could also talk at length about what I think Pecharunt’s poison can do but it already late and this is long as fuck).

This is a small thing but, before I decided to make them a thing neither of them really had canon heights? But ever since I did I knew Tetra had to be taller then Jester. It just feels right

SEVIPER TETRA:

Alright here’s the main event. I feel like it’s pretty obvious why I made the a design where Tetra finally gets a Pokémon influence and made it Seviper. But why shiny Seviper? You could argue that regular Seviper fits Tetra’s color scheme better.

Uh the reason is I think its cooler and more badass and I like how it brings out details of his design that are more subtle when he’s normal style

The original purple of his toxic chains, toxic stitches, and hell even his choker, all made it pretty clear that this was poison, but it looked like parts growing off him, not as much part of him. Now that it’s pink, it’s more obvious that this is his blood! Yep, the poison in Tetra’s body is the only thing keeping him alive. Without it, Tetra would probably just disintegrate into a bone heap.

Tetra’s eyes, which were originally yellow to match the loyal trio, now reveal their true color. His eyes have always actually been purple. He’s always been under Pecharunt’s influence, even when it isn’t there to directly control his actions. The whites of his eyes are also bloodshot now cause I think it looks cool

I’ve added a (admittedly very light) skeleton motif as well, by trying to make the triangles on Seviper look like rib bones, and modifying the ends of his toxic chains for look more like skulls. I’ve also tinted his skin slightly green, to add more to that undead aspect.

Now why did I do this? Well I got the idea for an animatic and part of it is Jester having a nightmare about Seviper Tetra because Jester has been chasing a group of people he calls his Sevipers for years because of something they did to someone he cares about, but now that the something is directly happening to it (and he doesn’t care about itself) he cannot bring himself to stop Tetra’s mistreating of him. And also because it makes Tetra hotter

Anyway thanks for reading all this if anyone will good NIGHT

[tolkiens-middleearth]

Topics & Themes in Tolkien’s Legendarium

The Perilous Realm

“Stories that are actually concerned primarily with ‘fairies,’ that is with creatures that might also in modern English be called ‘elves,’ are relatively rare, and as a rule not very interesting. Most good ‘fairy-stories’ are about the adventures of men in the Perilous Realm or upon its shadowy marches.” – J. R. R. Tolkien. On Fairy Stories.

Tolkien called it the Perilous Realm, Faery or Faërie, and for me these words represent one of the most fascinating theme in Tolkien’s Legendarium. It is both a narrative and a world-building element that can be found in all his major Middle-earth stories and is in a way essential for understanding Tolkien’s approach to his own created world.

Yet I feel it rarely gets talked about, so I want to briefly highlight what it is, how it functions in the narrative, and give a few examples from various stories. Unfortunately can’t go into a deep analysis because doing so would require me to write a book – which I would love to, but I don’t have the time or qualification). Quote sources and further reading recommendations are given at the end.

WANDERING INTO FAERY

 “It is common in Fairy tales for the entrance to the fairy world to be presented as a journey underground, into a hill or mountain or the like. [...] My symbol is not the underground, whether necrological and Orphic or pseudo-scientific in jargon, but the Forest […].” – J. R. R. Tolkien. “Smith of Wooton Major” essay.

The core of this theme is the mortal wanderer who comes to or crosses the borders of Faërie, the land of fairies or elves. This idea has been part of legends and myths for a long time, one of the most prominent examples probably being the island of Avalon in the Arthurian legend. Depending on the story, Faërie can occupy a different time and space than our own world, or share the same space or time “in different modes”. Getting into Faërie is not always possible and many things can stop someone from entering: it may be completely inaccessible, it may be hidden and people have to find it, or it may be accessible only to those who know the secret on how to enter it. Once you are there, it may be difficult to leave, or it may take some time. Being there could turn out to be dangerous, but it also doesn’t necessarily have to be. Tolkien wrote that “in it are pitfalls for the unwary and dungeons for the overbold”.

In The Lord of the Rings, there are many examples of such a realm, some barely noticeable and some very clear and detailed.

It starts subtle when Frodo, Sam and Pippin meet Gildor and his Elves near Woodhall. It is no specific realm that they enter, but just wandering with the Elves already lets the Hobbits experience something they are not used to. They have trouble finding words for it afterwards or remembering it clearly, with Tolkien describing it that for Pippin it felt like he was in a waking dream. The next example is then already more direct: the four Hobbits enter the Old Forest. This time it really is perilous for them, they get lost and cannot find a way out. Tolkien describes it as follows:

“They began to feel that all this country was unreal, and that they were stumbling through an ominous dream that led to no awakening.”

Frodo almost falls asleep near an enchanting river, Merry and Pippin almost die. Without the help of an unexpected inhabitant of this forest, they never would have gotten out.

Reaching Rivendell is another less clear example. Rivendell itself is easier accessible than the Old Forest and less perilous for the Hobbits. But reaching it also includes a river, a river that is under Elrond’s command and that rises “in anger when [Elrond] has great need to bar the Ford”.  And within Rivendell, Frodo experiences another kind of “Faërian Drama” as Tolkien calls it: the stories and songs told in Rivendell hold him “in a spell”, and “the enchantment became more and more dreamlike” until in the end Frodo falls asleep once more. Bilbo comments that it’s difficult to stay awake “until you get used to it”.

The most prominent example is of course Lothlórien, a land of Elves that is rarely visited by mortal beings and where the flow of time is indeed different than that in the outside world. It’s also well defended against wanderers, and both in the world and the narrative the fellowship has to pass through: there are guards at the boarders that have to be convinced, there is a river that has to be crossed, a hidden path that has to be taken blindfolded. Tolkien is in no rush to get the fellowship to Galadriel – the reader, together with the wanderers, have to experience this journey.

The purest form of this theme in The Lord of the Rings is, of course, Frodo and Bilbo leaving for the island Tol Eressëa at the end of the story. It is the longest journey into Faërie, a journey that only a few are allowed to take and that you won’t come back from. Tol Eressëa is no longer in the space of the human world, and it’s very telling that Tolkien named the haven on the eastern shore on the island Avallónë.

More examples can be found in Tolkien’s other stories, and I will mention them less detailed when talking about the actual centre of the theme:

THE MORTAL VISITOR

„It seemed to [Frodo] that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured forever.” – J. R. R. Tolkien. The Lord of the Rings.

All of Tolkien’s major stories have one thing in common: they have someone human at the core who is unfamiliar with Faërie and able to experience it as new and from an outside perspective.

In The Hobbit it is Bilbo who stumbles into a world he is not prepared for at all, and while it is less clearly shown in the narrative of a children’s book, the journey of Bilbo and the Dwarves clearly show signs of this theme – a dangerous forest, an enchanted river, a white deer, and Elven fires that suddenly vanish.

For The Lord of the Rings I have shown above that all four Hobbits experience this in one way or another, although Frodo is probably the one given the most focus.

“This is a history in brief drawn from many older tales; for all the matters that it contains were of old, and still are among the Eldar of the West, recounted more fully in other histories and songs. But many of these were not recalled by Eriol, or men have again lost them since his day. This Account was composed first by Pengolod of Gondolin, and Aelfwine turned it into our speech as it was in his time, adding nothing, he said, save explanations of some few names.” – J. R. R. Tolkien. Quenta Silmarillion.

The Quenta Silmarillion is a different type of story, so here the theme also takes a different form: it’s not a narrative as The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings and more a historical chronicle in style. It’s written as such, but also given the corresponding context: when Tolkien was first writing the Book of Lost Tales and later the Quenta Silmarillion, the framework he had built for it was that of a mortal men coming to Tol Eressëa and learning of these past events. The one wandering into the Perilous Realm is Eriol or Ælfwine, listening to the stories of the Elves and writing them down for other humans to read. When Tolkien eventually started writing The Lord of the Rings, he was able to change his framing story. There was no longer a need for Ælfwine to reach Tol Eressëa to learn about these tales – now it’s Bilbo who wrote it down in three volumes called “Translations from the Elvish” that he had added to his private diary when he handed it over to Frodo.

This concept applies to the Quenta Silmarillion as a whole, but the main three stories within the Quenta Silmarillion still have a similar mortal visitor as The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings. In Beren and Lúthien, it’s the mortal Beren who wanders into the Elven Kingdom Doriath and gets enchanted when he sees Lúthien dancing and singing. In the Children of Húrin, it’s Túrin who enters Doriath as well, but also the Elven Kingdom Nargothrond. Both times, Túrin is unable to find the entrance himself; he is lead there by Elven guides – first Beleg, then Gwindor. And in the Fall of Gondolin, Tuor is led by an Elven guide to through many gates under a mountain to the Elven Kingdom Gondolin – one of the rarer cases of a "journey underground, into a hill or mountain".

And even the Akallabêth incorporates this theme, although in a different way than the previous stories. The story of the Fall of Númenor is about wanting to go to Faërie, and not being allowed to. There are other aspects to this as well of course, but looking at it with this theme in mind, that is the core of the story. Ar-Pharazôn is the mortal man who desires to reach Faërie, but when he tries to get there by force it ends in his death.

The mortal visitor as the protagonist in their story is essential for this theme to work. To experience Faërie as a visitor, to enter a “dream that some other mind is weaving” in such a way, it is a uniquely mortal experience that the reader could imagine to have, but that the immortal Elves can almost never share – after all they create their realms, they are the creator of a dream that the mortal wanderer, Tolkien as the writer, and we as the reader are dreaming.

THE CREATOR OF THE DREAM

“Faërie contains many things besides elves and fays, and besides dwarfs, witches, trolls, giants, or dragons: it holds the seas, the sun, the moon, the sky; and the earth, and all things that are in it: tree and bird, water and stone, wine and bread, and ourselves, mortal men, when we are enchanted.” – J. R. R. Tolkien. On Fairy Stories.

The immortal creators are not irrelevant of course, although they cannot be the centre of any story about wandering into the Perilous Realm. The outsider experience, essential for this theme, cannot come from the one living inside the Perilous Realm. The inhabitants in Tolkien’s stories are Elves most of the time – near Woodhall, in Rivendell, Lóthlorien, Mirkwood, Gondolin, Doriath and Nargothrond. But they are of course not the only creators of such realms. Dwarves come in and out of these stories, and in the case of the Old Forest the implication is that Old Man Willow is the main force behind the spell:

“His grey thirsty spirit drew power out of the earth and spread like fine root-threads in the ground, and invisible twig-fingers in the air, till it had under its dominion nearly all the trees of the Forest from the Hedge to the Downs.”

And of course the Valar and Maiar have their part in the story. Especially Tol Eressëa and Valinor are mainly built by the Valar, and in Middle-eath the magical boundaries of Doriath were set by Melian. In moments where Fëarie is not solely or not at all made by the Elves, they may enter the dream of another mind as well. It happened when the Elves first came to Valinor, and a more personal example is Thingol meeting Melian for the first time, where “an enchantment fell on him” in which he was caught for years without moving. This is only possible, however, when Elves meet someone with a creative power far greater than them – one of the Maia or above is required.  

However, this was never Tolkien’s focus. In Tolkien’s stories, the Perilous Realm is often a place inhabited by the Fair Folk – but I have also mentioned that sometimes Faërie exists in another mode. Throughout the examples given, dreams have been an important element of the experience of Faërie, and it’s one that Tolkien also thought a lot about. In our own world, we cannot reach Faërie in our space, but it may be approachable in another mode – through dreams. This becomes especially apparent in his texts The Lost Road and The Notion Club Papers, and it was also a part of how Tolkien saw his own relationship with his work: a mortal entering a dream of Faërie.  

ENDING THOUGHTS

There are many aspects of this that I haven’t touched on, and that I would love to explore or discuss. There is for example the case of Frodo, a mortal who has been in touch with something that belongs into the world of Faërie, that he cannot properly come back: when coming back to the Shire, Marry comments on how it feels like a dream is slowly fading, like he is waking up. Frodo however says: “To me it feels more like falling asleep again.” Already, it is clear he can never fully return.

Then there is the case of reversing the idea of Faërie in the case of Túrin – he is trying to bring Nargothrond closer to the outside world so that he can use its force in war. In return, he makes it accessible and the kingdom falls. In general, it’s a fascinating thing to see Túrin’s relationships with the Perilous Realms.  

Or if we talk about dreams, what about the nightmares? Is Mordor basically an anti-Faërie, inhabited by Orcs instead of Elves, where the path leads through a spider lair instead of over a river, and where any mortal being can only end up as a corrupted slave if they stay there for too long?

What about including such an essential theme in adaptations? In Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings movies, flawed as they may be at times, the experience of Faërie through the eyes of the Hobbits is notable – especially in Rivendell and Lóthlorien. Meanwhile in Amazon’s The Rings of Power, this theme is completely absent and the Elven realms in Middle-earth have no more mystery than a Harfoot camp or a random human village in the South.  

I hope I get to explore this theme more, I’ve been eager for month to write at least a tiny bit about it and it’s already way too long for tumblr again. But there are other themes that are also very interesting, so we’ll see how it’ll go…

If you have read up to here to the end I would like to thank you for your time and attention – both is much appreciated!

READ MORE ON THIS TOPIC

On Fairy Stories, an essay by J. R. R. Tolkien.

Smith of Wootton Major, by J. R. R. Tolkien.

The Lost Road, fragments by J. R. R. Tolkien.

The Notion Club Papers, fragments by J. R. R. Tolkien.

Faërie: Tolkien’s Perilous Land, an essay by Verlyn Flieger.

A Question of Time, by Verlyn Flieger.

QUOTE SOURCES

J. R. R. Tolkien. On Fairy Stories.

J. R. R. Tolkien. The Lord of the Rings.

J. R. R. Tolkien, edited by Christopher Tolkien. The Silmarillion.

J. R. R. Tolkien; edited by Veflyn Flieger. Smith of Wootton Major ‘Extended Edition’, Smith of Wootton Major essay.

J. R. R. Tolkien, edited by Christopher Tolkien. The Lost Road and other Writings, Quenta Silmarillion.