#but other times their core personalities directly go against what they think they NEED to be

[turtleblogatlast]

Something I love to think about is every iteration of Leo’s relationship with Splinter and how Splinter’s interests always define how a Leo presents himself.

I used to abide by the idea that a Leo will simply emulate his Splinter directly, and to an extent I still believe that to be the case, but moreso I think Leos have a tendency to mold themselves into what they believe is their Splinter’s ideal son - someone who embodies all the traits Splinter has explicitly shown to admire or value in a person.

Most of the time, they try to be a dutiful and honorable boy abiding by the full extent of ninjitsu teachings. Then you have Rise Splinter, who very much still has undeniable prowess in the art of fighting and being a ninja, but when it comes to how he shows his interests to his boys…one thing reigns supreme.

Acting. Shows. One liners. Flamboyance in the name of gaining an audience’s attention.

He showcases Lou Jitsu movies on repeat for the boys, passing down the morals and words from those movies to them with no small amount of pride. All while fully expecting them to respect these teachings.

So, of course, Rise Leo picks up on this. He’s a Leo, after all, as much a daddy’s boy as any other variation of him, only he clocked his father’s interests to be different than most others. He picks up on the art of showmanship, of keeping things to himself so as to be a more exciting twist later, of treating the world as a set to act in.

He’s an actor, not just because Splinter himself was one, but because Splinter likes acting and showed one particular actor (unknowingly to the boys, it was himself) as the pinnacle of all his teachings. As someone to value and admire. And even more than that - Splinter focuses on the character the actor is portraying rather than just the man himself.

And I think this is all even more interesting when taking the turtle tot short into consideration, because very, very briefly, just as with many times else throughout the series, we see how easily Rise Leo aligns with his other selves, seeming to pick up the sword easier than his brothers do their own weapons - after quoting Lou Jitsu of course. After emulating his idol - the person who his father seems to admire so much.

Point being, it’s so interesting to see how Leos tend to mold themselves in one particular way throughout every variation - that being, what their father is shown to value most in people.

[thisisnotthenerd]

putting the tl;dr at the top as a poll and the commentary under the cut because it’s quite rambly and it’s also late and i’m tired.

*whether dorian is one of these is up for debate

there’s some discussion of bell’s hells not having the “it” factor for a lot of people. even though it’s my first campaign and the only one i’ve mostly watched live, i kind of have to agree.

there’s a distinctive lack of investment in backstory for the group in terms of what they’ve spent time on in campaign. i think fearne is the only one who’s been done justice, even though we’ve seen other exploration, because they’ve been to her home multiple times, and while her backstory isn’t central to the main plot, it is close. it’s enough distance for her to be able to develop as a character but also for us to see where she came from.

imogen’s is tied directly to the main moon plot, so she’s had screen time aplenty, but less time to develop quietly, as laura does really well. i might argue for orym, but that’s because his is kept simple but with depth. his backstory comes through in the acting because he’s put up against his family members occasionally, but he’s a little guy at root.

for everyone else it’s been short detours. sometimes not even that. the spotlight oscillates between moon plot and god arguments with indecisive wandering in between.

while not everyone in vox machina inherently had a deep personal connection to the big bads of their campaigns, they didn’t need to. they did it for their friends, because they loved and trusted one another deeply. they made decisions about what they were facing and stuck to it, even when it meant sacrifice. they made multiple levels of friendship around and across the table.

at this point bell’s hells has been told a bunch of different things to do. and honestly i don’t know if they ever decided on one.

that’s not the point of this though.

there’s some archetypes or dnd players out there: roleplayers and power gamers. people who are all in it for the story and people who are all in it for the game. and it reflects in the characters they build.

somehow bell’s hells (collectively) is neither.

they don’t have strong investment in the plot collectively. the character concepts range from simple to deeply complex, and i have to say that i think the simpler has worked better for a plot-heavy campaign, because the characters that started simpler had a chance to develop over the campaign rather than competing for time between the plot and their own stories hanging over their heads.

take dorian. he was a humble bard, a former noble, who’s trying to make his way in the world. he refused great power from an evil source and paid the price in the loss of his brother. he fell in love as the world ended, and is still trying to sing the songs of the people he loves because he wants to bring people joy and bring them together. he’s invested in stopping predathos because of his friends, but also to avenge loss, and to protect the people of his homeland and take up his responsibility as heir to the silken squall.

it took a paragraph. but at the table, even when he was with the crown keepers for a few months, he fits right in. he’s had growth while keeping true to his core.

i’m not going to get into the rest now but there’s a definite element of throwing shit at a wall and seeing what sticks.

anyways, beyond the difficulties of backstory, they’re not super optimized. i’m of the belief that optimization works in tandem with roleplay—the characters are growing and changing over the course of the story, and having the mechanics trace that and make choices impactful is a big part of the appeal of the game.

watching vox machina and the mighty nein fight is a treat because not only are they level 20 and therefore godlike in power, their mechanics support interesting combat where failure hits hard because they’re built to succeed. when someone fails a save or misses it means something. they have options in their wheelhouse but they’ve found their niches and know how to play to their strengths.

bell’s hells is playing high level combat right now, but they have middling stats: lots of dump stats, 10-14s in the middle and some attacks/spell saves that aren’t as high as you’d expect of level 15 characters. they have several characters with perhaps too many options, and have made some weird strategic decisions. they’re indecisive. in combination with fluctuating luck from the dice, there’s times where they can wreck house, but also times of them failing saves, missing on full turns, losing resources, and overall failing more than they succeed.

also bell’s hells don’t make big decisions in combat unless they’re absolutely forced to. in the last arc pre-final battle, the big battles were otohan on ruidus, dominox and ludinus in aeor (+delilah), zathuda and the unseelie in the feywild. with otohan, they were dying all around until fcg’s sacrifice. literally end of the line. then in aeor, they fought to end dominox, got whammied with downfall, and then had the delilah fight, but then her sealing came later. they fought in the arch heart’s temple, but the big revelations came on the heels of that, between the arch heart themself and then zathuda being strung up on the loom.

but of a tangent: i don’t think naddpod and critical role can be fairly compared, because they’re different in tone and telling very different stories. i relistened to naddpod c1 recently along with the last few episodes of c3 as we approach the finale, and while they have gotten more creative on the character building side, the story is still well done and combat is fun to listen to. they have had moments of deep tragedy on naddpod. they’ve had cameos of old characters, and even had one of them as a pc for a full arc mid-campaign 3. they’ve explored the future of the world of bahumia after the events of c1.

and while the story is satisfying and fun, the combat is also satisfying and fun. not just because murph is really good at building combats that are interesting in theater of the mind, but because the characters are built to be good at what they do. and when they go down, when they miss, when they fail, it hits harder. but they bounce back and keep going even when the circumstances suck. and they make narratively important decisions during combat.

with bell’s hells, i have often noted a split between their combat and roleplay. i like matt’s combats. i think they’re fun and make good use of a variety of enemies, terrain, and complicating factors. with vm and mn, it makes for really engaging episodes of combat, where they make use of the environment tactically and get to discover elements of how the field is set up as they go. i’m using the recent examples, which are not entirely inclusive but generally reflective of their combat trends.

vox machina fought their way off an airship, onto a chaotic battlefield, and then stealthed up to the malleus key, where they proceeded to defeat ozo cruth, break the bloody bridge, and get vax out of imprisonment. the mighty nein stealthed around kreviris, met with the volition, zip lined to and blew up the arx creonum, and then snuck through to meet the weave mind in combat. i can recall fun details and clutch moves, big risks including characters dying, and overall, battles that had character interaction.

as i’ve talked about before, bell’s hells gets whomped. they swing for the fences on some things, but when it doesn’t pay off it’s not just a missed opportunity, it’s often an active barrier or a loss of valuable resources that drive them closer to crisis.

imogen’s whirlwind, laudna’s disintegrate, and dorian’s forcecage were all great moves this episode. it also means they’re down some of their highest level spells before they actually face ludinus and/or predathos. granted they have the orb. but whether they can use it will be variable.

[angyo]

I unironically love csm 167. Not for horny, but because it's so fucked up on so many layers and if it follows up on even 1 of those layers of fuckery it's gonna be explosive.

Denji:

He's already been sexually assaulted so many times. Every time he has a dream it gets monkey's pawed into fucking him up worse. He doesn't know what he wants. Deep down he just wants to be loved and be able to trust that if he puts his soul into the hands of another person it won't get crushed. But his love for aki and power was used to break him. His love for reze and makima betrayed. His love for nayuta and the dogs used to goad him into violence. Everyone he opens his heart to either dies or uses him, so all he has left is this hope that sex gives him the love he so deeply needs without the commitment that makes it dangerous. He thinks getting his rocks off might give him the same love he needs without the possibility of having it stolen from him. An orgasm is an orgasm, even if the other person immediately betrays you you still got "love" in a far more transactional and solid sense.

But that's not how it works. Post-orgasm is a very vulnerable time, especially if it's from a high tension surprise hand job (rape) in a backalley. It's his last dream that hasn't been ruined yet and it happened after a castration attempt and will likely end with Asa looking at him like a disgusting monster and vomiting on the ground.

Yoru:

Of course the war devil can't process love. She and Asa share a body and swap a lot of emotions but they're still different people and when something they now feel strongly goes so directly against all of their lives experience they'll react in unpredictable and possibly dangerous ways, ESPECIALLY war. Yoru got the memory of the first kiss meaning asa probably got it too. Asa's not stable, she's so desperately lonely this revelation that denji never stood her up must've felt so relieving. But yoru was in charge when asa got this flood of emotion. War isn't about love or compromise, it's about stealing from the weak and kind, asserting absolute authority, and a lot of rape and pillaging. Of course when faced with such a human and kind emotion as love war doesn't care about anything but satiating the most immediately available impulse in a way that asserts her "superiority" and leaving before she'd have to actually confront the emotional turmoil she caused.

Asa:

Oh she's fucked. Just like denji she is desperately lonely and always has love ripped away from her in the cruelest ways. But unlike him, she just pretends she doesn't need it and tries to feel superior so she doesn't have to feel the real depth of her loneliness. Yet she can't help but love anyway, and every time she falls into the trap of caring it dissolves all of her defenses and when it's betrayed it breaks her core. She is sex-repulsed, which is understandable for a teenager and possibly a sign of asexuality but thematically can be tied to her fear of opening her heart to damage. There's a difference between finding it disgusting on a reasonable level and being so viscerally disgusted by the thought it can drag you into hell. Sex is vulnerable. Your expose a lot of really sensitive organs to each other and stimulate hormones that make you open yourself up and expose yourself to risks like stds. When it feels like all her vulnerabilities get hammered against her of course she'd be scared of such a vulnerable act.

And now she's got cum on the only hand she has left, denji's spit in her mouth, and the lingering feeling of his dick on her, again, ONLY REMAINING HAND. And he's going to need aftercare, and really substantial care because she just sexually assaulted him and he doesn't know she's 2 different people. He's either gonna be so immediately depressed by the anticlimax of his first time he starts isolating or so desperate for this sex to be the time it finally means love he clings to her but it's gonna be terrifying to her because yoru took her subconscious vulnerability and externalized it to hurt the guy she just realized might be the only person to actually give a shit right now. She loves him and as soon as she lets that emotion wash over her it gets used to melt him into a puddle of desperation and vulnerability right in her arm that is so far beyond anything she can emotionally handle it could make him hate her forever. The only one who ever gave a shit and in the span of a couple minutes her body has been used to deconstruct him into a million little pieces she couldn't possibly put back together.

Not to mention the fact that in assaulting denji yoru also sexually assaulted Asa but denji doesn't know that. They both need immediate calming that isn't going to happen.

And she can't run away from yoru. The girl who assaulted her, exploited every vulnerability she has, and ruined her only chance is in her head. Even if denji realizes his worth and runs away asa is still stuck. Her assaulter is in her head, and the only hand she has left is covered in jizz.

[ghostofreach117]

Something you mentioned at one point was the idea that the Southeastern Mondstadters are viewed with some suspicion as they were mainly descended from Snezhnayaians who fled to escape the Fatui.

In game lore, Diluc is mentioned to be involved with an intelligence network within Snezhnaya that are thoroughly anti-Tsaritsa/Fatui.

I think it could be interesting for the idea that these southeastern Mondstadters might on occasion go back to Snezhnaya, but with the sole purpose to screw with the Fatui organization (think WWII style Polish/Yugoslav partisans)

In other words… Diluc leading these Mondstadter Hajdúk/Partisan raids, against the Fatui (all done without the KoF knowing)

Thoughts?

Every time you come into my ask box you write the coolest most insane ideas I fw you SO heavy you are amazing

They are the peak of screwing with the fatui (excluding the fact that a lot of these are headcannons)

Time to yap😈

Diluc

Diluc is the forefront of every operation, his invaluable knowledge of how the Fatui operate is often what separates a failed mission from a successful one. However, he himself cannot involve himself too directly (as much as he would relish in doing so) lest he poke the sleeping bear that is already breathing down his country’s neck and bring the Snezhnayan military to the front gates of Mondstadt. So he opts for a more subtle approach. Wearing and tearing down the Fatui by offering arms to those who oppose them (often the citizens they govern), sabotaging their supply shipments, and disrupting their political processes.

Yelan

Yelan works in the shadows, forcefully poking and prodding at the innards of Snezhnayan political and military power in order to extract the pure, unfiltered truth. She reports to the Tianquan, who shares the information with whoever she pleases. However, Yelan also reports to the network, sharing only the details that are needed for whatever vocation that is transpiring to go well.

Sangonomiya Kokomi

One may not expect the high priestess of Watatsumi Island to be associated with such a scandalous affair, but Kokomi is well versed in the art of destruction from the inside out. She is the core strategist for all operations involving force, and is no stranger to civic warfare. She disguises all identities under layers of waterlogged evidence, leaving only the Fatui scrambling to find a culprit. Her web of red herrings always lead to the wrong target, and the Fatui find themselves drowning in a sea of could-bes and could-nots.

Wriothesley

Remarkably, The Duke uses a much more supportive strategy than one would think. Those who are under siege for providing information or resisting Fatui oppression can find sanctuary within the Fortress of Meropride. Wriothesley provides jeopardized informants with protection (and even a new identity, if needed) under the guise of taking them in as a prisoner. There, they are safeguarded from prying eyes and guileful assassins while they take the time to be forgotten by society. If needed, he will personally allocate guards to chaperone them to another safe house closer to (or farther from!) their home.

Yap session DONE!!!!

I think Mongolians in Liyue have a similar history to southern mondstadters

[onlyangelicc]

lust ~ Father Charlie Mayhew (nac)

{ warnings ; smut , church/hot priest obviously... , choking , throat fucking , p in v unprotected!! be safe kids , horny fucking people man , mentions of spit but not directly used(??) , cum eating (thats all i think!!)

summary; horny girl x priest need some kind of help morally , so why not help each other? }

the choir sang as the faithful folk left the chapel. but you were staying back this sunday. to confess. confess of your past and present. your sins. the yearning. the need. the pure lust, you feel. its been happening for a while.

every sunday since father charlie became the priest of the local church that you and your family have been going to you've felt funny. felt sinful.. lustful towards him. todays the day you confess.

while youre lost in thought, father comes and sits next to you in the pew. "hello father." you say nearly emotionlessly, looking at charlie smiling softly. "hello sister, any reason for staying late this service? need a prayer or something of the sort?" he says in the same tone, intertwining his fingers with each other resting each of his elbows on his knees that were spread apart while sitting in the pew.

you watched his hands as he did so, your heart racing. "hmm?" he hummed waiting for a response. you looked up at him through your eyelashes, "i need more than just a prayer father charlie." his face expresses confusion. "i must be rebuked. from my sinful ways." you say softly.

"what is it, sister?" he says standing up, face looking concerned, motioning with his hands for you to follow. "well, ive been feeling these feelings for a long time. it's to personal for the choir to hear. lets wait until we get to your office."

"i understand. right this way." he says, guiding you down the long, dark hallway with his hand on your lower back. "have a seat." he says opening the door to his office, then pulling out the large cushioned chair from under his desk. you do as he says, "thank you."

"now what was it?" he says taking the seat on the other side of his desk. "well," you sigh, twiddling your thumbs. "ive been feeling pretty.. uhm. im not sure how to word it while being a woman of god." you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "dont worry sister, youre here to confess. you can throw em all in right now." he lets out a deep chuckle, you shrug and smile at his remark.

"well then, ive been feeling very.. lustful. towards,... you." you finally confess, shyly. Charlie's eyes widened a bit, then a small smirk comes across his face. "it's normal. don't worry sister." he said reassuringly, going against the laws of the bible. "if im honest i feel those things more often than i want to admit." he states, sighing deeply. your heart skips a few beats.

"a release is always needed." he says standing up, gripping his covered bulge then looking at you, your innocent looking face, and untouched body. you watch, nearly mesmerized by his sudden forwardness. "have you ever.." you stand taking one step towards him up feeling called to him with his actions, right after he pushes you back to the desk and he presses himself against your front. "gotten, a release?" he whispers into your ear, his mouth lingering against your neck.

you shake your head no and refrane from whimpering and gripping his arm. "want one?" he said, lifting me up making me sit on the desk behind you. his hands rub up and down your thighs as he waits for your response. "hm? do you know how bad i want you to say yes, sister?" despite coming to him to confess, you feel like hes really the one confessing.

"every. sunday. i see you walk your way into this church, sit down in the 3rd pew to the front. listening to my words. looking at me with something more than faith in your eyes. i know what youre thinking about sister." your core pulses with his words that sound smooth as butter. his hands continue up your thighs, making their way to your breasts.

"im thinking the same dirty, dirty things. i guarantee it." he says gripping them softly. you bite your lip while you watch his eyes admire your chest, even covered by your lavender purple long sleeve shirt. "please, give me a release father." you say, looking up at him, your hands now on his large biceps that are covered by his black button up.

"thats it.." he kisses your neck harshly, leading to your mouth. you kiss him deeply, his hands falling to your hips. he grabs you and sets you on your feet on the ground, grabbing the waistband of your long beige skirt. he watches it fall leaving you in your shirt and a pair of cheeky bikini cut undies. he admires your figure caressing it from your thighs to your hips, then your ass, gripping softly.

you pull him towards you by the back of his neck, he smiles as your lips find their way to his neck, kissing roughly; just as he did to you. he moans as you grip his growing erection, and kiss his neck. you pull and grip on his fabric covered arms and his hands fly to the buttons fighting to get them undone needing it off now. after the both of you get his shirt off, its your turn. you grip your shirt at the bottom and pull it up over your head.

he bites his lip, and his hands grips your boobs. his hands reach around your body as he undoes your bra, he kisses your neck as it gets thrown on the floor. he continues to kiss down your neck and he gets to your boobs. kissing and licking the nipples, taking breaks just to squeeze and admire them. "pretty?" you say softly, running your fingers through his hair. "perfect, theyre perfect." he says kissing down your stomach now, leaving him on his knees.

he kisses and bites your thighs, leaving subtle marks here and there. "scoot back will you sweet girl." he says pushing you back slightly, you do. "up please.." he says gripping the waist band of your underwear. he drools at the look of your needy, glistening pussy. returning to his knees, he grabs your ankles and perches your feet on the desk, leaving you exposed. "thats it. so pretty." he says running his index finger through your wetness, then rubbing your clit softly and slowly. you whimper softly, "hmm, needy?" he says licking a strip along your pussy, then going to suck your clit softly.

you moan and grip his hair as he licks you, you feel the motherfucker smile against your core. "god fuck, charlie.." you shutter under his mouth. he stands back up, kissing your neck. your hands roam down his biceps and then make their way to the prison of his tight black dress pants. your hands fight to undo his belt and get his boxers off. you eventually do with just a little help from him. your jaw drops at the size of him.

you watch in awe as his pretty tip leaks precum. you stoke his hard cock as you kiss his neck and chest. his head goes back as he moans, he then takes your hands off him and he guides his dick towards your core running it along your wetness. he watches it as he does, getting more and more aroused by you by the second. he rubs himself against your clit and the rest of your pussy, it feels so good. you need him so bad. you grip him as he continues. he admires your face so filled with pleasure. "fuck youre so beautiful." he says kissing you passionately.

this was wayyy more than a confession now.

"i need you." you say thrusting your hips towards his cock. you look up at him and plead with your pretty eyes. he laughs and moves away from your core, leaving you needy. "yeah? are you sure?" he says, cocking a eyebrow at your comment. "yes, please fuck me charlie." you scratch at his toned chest and abs. "thats not my name." he says gripping your jaw tightly, smushing your lips making them pout slightly.

"gnnhh, sorry daddy" you say, hoping the name was right. "thats my girl." he says slipping the tip in gently, letting you get adjusted to his size before pushing himself in inch by inch. your eyes watering due to the size and width of him. "oh shit daddy.." you say, nails digging into his shoulders, winching in pain and pleasure.

he pumps into you slowly before picking up the pace, you moan loudly. he watches as you fall apart, not thinking about anything other than you. you moan with every thrust of his hips, "its so good" you whine, pulling him to your chest holding him tightly. you bite his shoulder leaving indents. you kiss his neck passionately, leaving countless marks all over his chest and neck.

"youre taking me so well, such a good girl." he says, gripping your jaw making you look at him submissively. you smile and kiss him, whimpering. he continues to stretch your tight hole, his hand finds its way to your neck. he wraps his large hand around it and squeezes lightly cutting off your airflow for a few seconds before letting go and gently running his hand down your chest to play with your tits.

his hands grip and massage each breast one after the other, playing with the nipples of each. you moan, "you feel so good daddy." arching your back with the new sensation. "yeah? tell me again." he says grabbing your thighs, holding you up and fucking you at a new angle.

he was holding you up like you weighed nothing, your legs held together by his large arms and his hips thrusting. the sound of your skin clapping together consuming the large office. you planted your hands and mid back on the desk that was lowkey getting pushed with every thrust, something falling over. you didnt know what, but it didnt matter either.

"oh fuckfuckfuck" your legs tensed "you feel so fucking good daddy, im so close" he smiled, "no you're not, you can hold it for me. isnt that right, sweetheart?" he smirked, he was glistening sweat covered his skin. this mother fucker, you thought to yourself. tears welled up in your eyes and he chuckled at your weak gaze.

he continued to fuck you with no mercy, you let out a sinful whimper with each thrust. "your doing so good for me, such a good girl." he said sweetly, as if he wasn't rearranging your insides with his big thick cock. "oh shit daddy" the knot tightened with his words of praise, making your pussy clench around him. his eyes clenched and he let out a deep groan as you tightened.

"fuck baby, your so fu-" he stuttered, forgetting his words because of your pussy wrapped around him so sinfully. he couldnt think. all he did in this moment was focus on keeping you up from falling and fucking you even deeper, and better than before. he moved you back on the desk with ease, lifting your back off the table and holding you by your ass as he walked over to the wall.

he pinned you against it and started to thrust his hips into you again. "so fucking tight," he moans, satisfied with the new angle. you get unbelievably closer to the edge, this new angle hitting you JUST in the right spot. its heavenly. so fucking sinful. but it felt so right to be wrong.

you gripped his back, held him close, and he held you in place as he hot every spot. "are you close angel?" he moaned as he buried his head in your neck area, biting you sweetly. you nodded and gasped as he hit it with more force, his thrusts sloppy and even more sinful. "words." he said slowing down, you bit your lip and whimpered needing the sensation back.

"yes daddy, so fucking close." you slurred, he continued again, sloppily. "then cum, do it honey." he moaned, needing your warm juices on his cock. "can i? please? please daddy?" you say pleading, "do it slut, wanna see you cum on my cock." he said, thrusting harder, biting his lip. eyes going darker as he watched the look on your face as the tense knof started to break.

you just fell apart, cumming for what felt like 5 minutes. "so fucking pretty," he said, pulling out and forcing you to your knees, head against the door. he forced his pretty cock down your throat and proceeded to abuse your throat. he moaned loudly as he did, your eyes full of tears as you took him down your throat.

"your throat is so fucking good for me angel." he said as he grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail, you looked up eyes pouring the tears that were built up. "gonna fucking cum all over your pretty face, shit." he groaned as he admired your pretty face, picturing it already covered in his cum and spit.

"please cum on my face daddy." you choked out as he pulled his cock out of your mouth, he moaned. his red angry tip spewed the white liquid and threw his head back, stroking it quickly. "thats it," he said, recovering from his intense orgasm. you took your finger and wiped his cum off your face, taking it into your mouth. humming at the sweet and salty taste of him.

"so pretty, such a pretty girl with my cum all over her face." you smiled as he rubbed his cock over your face slowly, almost seeming pornographic. you took his cock in your hand and strokes him slowly, his abs flexing with after shocks from the previous orgasm.

how will Sundays ever be normal again? fuck, this is going to be torturous.

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[sweetestlamb]

The Art of Realization

Summary: A quiet moment between two beings that shouldn't be.

It's impossible to focus with him sitting too close, so close that the heat of his body encroaches on her personal space and honestly she should kick him out because that damn organ in her chest keeps pounding, but every time she looks over at him she just can't.

Can't say anything that will wipe that soft amused smile off his face.

He'd put on some comedy show for them to watch, walking man or something and every few seconds the ring of his laughter would fill the room and knock all thoughts from her head.

Something was wrong with her and he was at the core of the problem thus she needed to stay away from him until this... sickness passed. But she couldn't because every time she imagined her life without him everything hurt and her chest felt like someone had poured fired directly into the cavity.

She was a demon, a powerful at that and she of all people shouldn't be getting attached to a weak useless human but here she was worried about hurting Daon's feelings.

She screamed in frustration, suddenly pulling her hair and flopped back onto the couch.

"What's wrong with you? Are demons not allowed to watch comedy shows? Should I turn it off?"

His questions are so stupid that she just screams some more instead of answering him.

"Will you stop that, what are you a fish? Stop flopping around!" He yells at her but she can hear the amusement loud as a gong in his voice and she immediately becomes irritated. How dare he laugh at her frustration? Others had died at her hands for lesser offenses.

"Are you laughing at me? Do you want to die?"

Of course she knows that she's being a hypocrite especially after protecting him so many times but she still has a reputation to uphold, damn it.

"Not yet. We still have a lot to do before you can kill me."

And there it goes again.

She clutches her chest in agony at the very thought of hurting him. It hadn't been long ago that she had thrust her knife into his flesh and watched him bleed out without empathy or care but now she was devastated at the image.

She folds in half begging her heart to stop this nonsense.

"What's going on with you?" He shifts even closer, hand reaching out and she instinctively moves away from him, aware he's the only human who has this much power over her.

"Don't touch me!" She tries to command but the fear in her voice makes it sound like plea.

He freezes at her frantic voice, hand hovering before he lowers it onto his own knee.

"Leave. I'm not feeling well." She declares before running away to her room. As she slams the door behind her she feels like a coward, running away from a mere human. She, who should fear no one. She, who is one of hell's strongest warriors has been reduced to this. It's pathetic. She needs to return before it's too late and this disgusting humanity spreads.

She takes a few deep breaths pressing her sweaty forehead against the cool smooth wood of her door.

He's gone at least for tonight and she doesn't need to confront whatever is going on.

Seconds pass like molasses and when she hears no movement or sound, she finally opens the door intending to watch dramas until she falls asleep refusing to let herself think about him.

"Are you done with your little meltdown?"

He's right in front of her door, his face devoid of any emotion and she almost slams the door in his face but he's too quick for her.

She's still stronger than him but she doesn't want to hurt him so she doesn't use her full strength and she knows the he knows this is the case from the quirk of his eyebrow.

"Shut up." She demands harshly pushing him in the chest.

"Ow. I didn't say anything."

"Your stupid face said enough."

"Stupid huh? You called it handsome last time. Has it changed that much since then?"

She gapes at him in shock.

"When did I ever say that?"

"Oh you don't remember? When you were touching my lips and--"

"Shut up!"

He mimes zipping his lips but that has the adverse effect of making her look at them. Those beautiful full lips that she shouldn't be so tempted by. Demons didn't kiss, some had sex but she had never been interested in anything like that. She would never make herself so vulnerable in front of anyone.

But she had already done that with him.

Cried in front of him.

Cried because of him.

It was unacceptable but she couldn't stop doing it, couldn't get her heart to stop breaking when his broke in front of her.

"There's that look again."

She swiftly looks away but it's not fast enough.

He cups her cheeks drifting her eyes back onto his own.

"That look. You look like your heart is breaking."

He sees right through her and she hates it, hates him and what he's done to her, she's Justitia the third most powerful demon but in front of him none of that even matters.

"I'm a demon. I don't have a heart."

"Then why do you look like you're going to cry?"

As if waiting for his permission, a tear slips down her cheek and then another and another until they are falling in a rapid stream.

"Stop crying in front of me. Do you know what it does to me?" He pleads wiping her tears away with one huge thumb and then his own eyes pool with tears as they stare at each other.

She shouldn't ask how her tears affect him. Because she shouldn't care about him or anyone.

"What does it do?" Her lips defy her brain.

"It makes me want to burn the world at your feet, to do any and everything to make you stop. It makes me want to do things I know I shouldn't, things that humans and demons can never do."

Her eyes widen in surprise but that isn't the only emotion fueling her thoughts, she feels blood rushing to her head and her face starts to heat up as well.

"Are you blushing?" He questions in awe.

And she opens her lips to respond but he beats her to it, "Beautiful. You're beautiful."

She raises her hands to push him away but his skin is so warm and his chest is harder than she expected and before she can control herself, her hands begin to cautiously explore him. As her palms drift from his abdomen to his shoulder she see his Adam's apple bob in anticipation.

The hands on her cheek shift until one is cupped around her neck and the other tightens on her waist, tugging her closed until they are chest to chest and she has to look up to meet his dark eyes.

"We shouldn't."

She begs but he barely reacts to her words, staring at her like a man starved.

They both know that she can stop this at any moment and he waits to see if she will run away again.

He licks his lips and that's all it takes to break her resolve.

She thrusts her head forward powerfully until their lips meet in a hard clash, she even hears a muffled groan of pain. She uses her strength to tug him down and press her mouth even harder into his, it hurts a little but this is how she's seen them kiss in all the dramas she's watched so she presses on.

"Wait--"

He speaks in between their lips and she starts to retreat, realizing what exactly she's doing and with who.

"We're not stopping. Just... softer. Like this." He leans in again and presses his lips against hers delicately like she's something precious. Every time she tries to increase the intensity he moves away before returning with another air soft kiss, it's driving her crazy but she can't deny it's efficiency. It makes her hungry for more.

"Isn't that better? This doesn't need to be a battle."

Oh. But that's all she's ever known. All she's good for. He should know that.

"Don't think. Just feel me."

"Okay. If you want my full attention, then you need to do something to get it."

She's bluffing of course, his swollen red lips, rising chest and flushed face have her full attention already. Her thoughts are nothing but Han Daon.

But he accepts the challenge as usual never backing down from her.

He leans close again, dragging a thumb to her jaw and then pulling down and she lets her mouth fall open in curiosity and confusion wondering where this is going.

His eyes darken even more and she has no idea the image she makes standing before him with her eyes filled with emotions and mouth obediently agape.

She only has a second to catch her breath before he's diving in and pressing his mouth against hers but this time it's different, it's wet and searing hot. His tongue is doing things that she's never known about. Dancing with her own in a dance that's too sinful for someone like him. She starts to lose her head with him pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth.

She feels like she's being eaten alive. Devoured.

Desperate to regain some semblance of control she moves them backwards until she has him pressed against the wall. She's never kissed before but she's a fast learner and she's eager to taste him in return.

Using her superior strength she shoves him up against the wall and pries his mouth open so she can fill her taste buds with a flavor that is distinctly him. Her heart is pounding in her chest but she can't stop, one taste and she's already addicted.

But she can feel him smiling into their kiss and she pulls away to glare at him.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I've never had a woman manhandle me like this."

"Well I'm not a woman really. But do you feel weak? Does it bother you that I'm stronger?"

He shrugs easily shaking his head.

"No. It's kinda hot."

"Idiot. You think everything I do is hot."

He doesn't deny it. Instead he drags his large hand down her waist to briefly cup her ass before blushing and moving it away.

"Did you just grope me?" She demands glaring up at him harder even as her cheeks burn and something between her legs tingles.

"Um...no?"

But she can still feel the sensation of his hand on her rear.

"Who knew you were such a pervert?"

He blushes harder, "Well you were right. I've never had a pretty girl take care of me before."

And possessiveness flares in her chest. She likes that he's never done this before with anyone else. And now he never will with anyone else unless they want to burn for all eternity in hell.

Mine.

She shouldn't be having thoughts like that. But she can't stop herself from thinking it.

So she does she does best, deflect.

"What's this? Are you that happy to touch a woman's ass? Did it get you that excited?" She teases dragging one finger up the inseam of his pants, right next to the pronounced tent forming in front.

He wriggles but doesn't move away like she expected, freaking brat.

"Are you that happy to touch me there? Have you ever seen a human.... naked?"

She blushes brightly, pulling her hand away as if she's been burned.

"You pervert!"

He chuckles at her indignation, shifting to tuck himself away.

"And you're a tease. An adorable innocent tease."

"I'm not innocent, I'm a demon."

"Yeah but you're a demon who's never seen a dic--"

And before he can finish his sentence she hits him with a pillow causing him to fall onto the couch.

And maybe later tonight when she's alone what she's done will terrify her beyond belief but right now she can only think about this beautiful human who has broken down all her walls.

She wants to stay with him.

She wants Han Daon.

Fuck.

[moirindeclermont]

How Bridgerton Men Stay Fit or Regency Era Exercise

For Day 2 Bonus Polin Week: Height differences (A brief explicit fic featuring wall sex, because why not?)

Something is so endearing in the way Pen realizes a little too late what he wants to do.

She is shy and nervous when he says he wants to take her standing on their feet. She claims she is too heavy and too short for that to work.

Reason one is classified as not true. As for their height difference, that is indeed true, but he has an easy solution to that.

Colin smirks as he starts to glaze with his finger on her lips and her lovely face, coming into her personal space and smiling when she takes a couple of steps back, ending up near the wall, exactly where he wants her.

“I’m strong enough to lift you for the time we need. My love, it’s the best way for me to exercise those muscles! Why lift and throw heavy things when I could hold and make love to my perfect wife?”

"I mean, if I can help you with your exercises... sure, why not?" Pen is almost wary about it but with a hint of malice in her looks. She likes the idea as much as he does.

He chuckles at her a bit. “Oh Pen, you help me with everything, I hope I’m not too much of a pain.”, he says, giving her those big puppy eyes that always work to get her turned on.

She loves it when he's cheeky with her: "You're never a pain for me... in fact, I recall only a lot of pleasure", and she starts touching her lips looking at him, watching his eyes becoming lustful. He watches as she removes the bodice, freeing her lovely bosom for him, knowing fully well that he drives him crazy with that move.

Now she has sparked his desire, and in a swift move, he captures her mouth in a scorching kiss as he lifts her and presses her against the wall. She laughs in shock and surprise “Colin, what are you doing? “

He looks at her. “What do you think I’m going to do next?” as he lifts her skirt and starts touching her core. She is already wet, but he wants her even wetter for him. He fingers her with two fingers at once, making her moan almost directly in his mouth. He could feel her growing wetter and it took him just a couple of minutes to make her ready for him.

“Unbutton me, Pen”, he says to her, making her moan. Her little hands go directly to his breeches and in moments he is free. She gives him a couple of pumps with her hand that are almost too much, but he resists the pull.

“Put your hands around my neck,” he grows at her, and in the next breath, he pushes into her in a single, deep thrust, his hand squeezing her lovely arse.

Gravity makes him go so deep inside her as he starts to thrust. Pen’s eyes just immediately roll back and she’s moaning and whimpering. She loves feeling his muscles as they’re flexed and all warm and flush from the activity.

“So strong!” She praises him and he just growls again into her ear, wanting to prove how strong he is by fucking her harder.

He loves the praise and can't get enough of how deep he is. He can feel her squeeze him as he fucks her harder. He doesn't even feel the strain of the muscles, just the incredible bliss. Especially when he can fuck her again a wall and kiss her at the same time.

He looks at her and as he watches her boobs going up and down as he pushes in her, his desire growing even more. He presses her harder on the wall, feeling her nipples hard against his chest and he knows he won’t last long.

He pushes even harder, her sounds close and close to the one she makes when she comes.

“I’m close Colin, I’m so close”, and he goes on her neck and then he captures a nipple with his mouth. He doesn’t think too much about it, just tease the tip with his tongue before sucking it.

She shrieks around him, a gush in between them as she comes hard around him. The rest is a blur: in three thrusts he is coming as well, and he almost collapses but he gathers his strength back and keeps her steady until she can stay on her feet without collapsing as well.

They breathe in each other spaces for a couple of minutes, until Pen feels stable enough to return with her feet on the ground.

Only then, Colin goes on his knees, kissing the top of her mound and making her shiver.

“You’re a Goddess, my love.”

She smiles at him, passing her hands through his hair and feeling him softly purr like always.

“Let’s go have a bath together, what do you say?” “You always have the best idea, wife!”

It took a while to find the balance to reach for the bath, and if the next day his arms were sore, it would be worth it just for the smile he put on Pen’s face that day.

The End

Thanks to my fandom spouse for half of the inspiration for this piece, and also for all our conversations

Ao3 Version

[wolfofcelestia]

oh, i didn’t really think about that. but yeah judging by what we know from the main story, sylus seems well liked by people who know him.

the mechanic he takes MC to talks about how sylus is often scapegoated, and implies sylus is a much kinder man than the impression he gives

the fact that the defected branch of onichynus created unnecessary casualties and bombed civilian areas show that some of the criminals within the organisation didn’t agree with sylus’s management style, which suggests they just didn’t like how he sort of played by a code of honour and wasn’t actually greedy for more power. like they think he’s not doing enough to “dominate” the city.

sylus’s biggest asset is mephisto—who he uses to watch over the N109 zone like a protector. he’s just sort of in the shadows watching over everyone, making sure things are going smoothly while keeping an eye on the EVER group

which reminds me, i think he watches over MC for the same reason. like ofc that’s his soulmate he’s been searching for through space and time but i think he also does it because MC’s life truly is at risk and he keeps tabs to make sure she isn’t exploited or taken as a test subject like tobias was.

we’ve only ever seen sylus kill corrupt people. so he clearly is an antihero with a moral code. he killed the EVER guy to send a message because these people are literally enslaving and abducting innocent people (including the almost extinct lemurians) and doing experiments on them to prolong their lifespans. sylus has seen firsthand what happened to the twins and i’m sure he’s seen even worse. the other guy he kills was a defected member of onichynus who was double-crossing him and was using the onichynus name to bomb civilian areas. i don’t think he killed the man because of betrayal, but rather because he was a threat to innocent lives and was absolutely shameless about it. like you said, he’s not a cop so he takes justice into his own hands. very antihero behaviour.

sylus also repeatedly has said he doesn’t like picking on the weak. in his anecdote he frees the captive beasts and returns the treasures back to their rightful owners after killing a tyrannical overlord.

you’re definitely right. he’s not only distrusting of the law, he’s been burnt by the law system. he’s been treated unfairly and he knows the real criminals are the people in power (like the story he mentioned in Lost Oasis of the seven gods that were beheaded for being capricious and exploiting their followers). every aspect of his story is so heavily connected to corruption in power, greed, and exploitation of the weak by individuals and organisations who want to “play god”. and he’s at odds with such people because these people are the kind who wiped out his entire species in a genocide, trapped him in an abyss for centuries, are directly related to the EVER group who successfully managed to prolong human life and move to philos, etc etc.

i’d love more anecdotes on sylus and his life and yes! more companions. i’m almost entirely sure that he was imprisoned in the space-time prison for going against some corrupt person in power, or he was scapegoated.

Yeah, we don't actually know the reason why he was in that top security prison huh? I wouldn't be surprised if it was Ever behind it all, either using him as a scapegoat or sentencing him harsher than normal. Even in one of the first glimpses we saw of Sylus, when he deliberately walked past the flower struggling to grow in an unnatural environment, it was clear that he isn't one to hurt or destroy anyone/anything that didn't warrant it

Even though we have his myth, we still don't know much about him in the present timeline. They really need to step up with giving us his lore before he gets overshadowed by Caleb entering the game

He was definitely keeping tabs on MC to keep her safe. We know a lot of people are after her aether core, but I also like to imagine him letting her do her own thing to see how brazen and strong she can get without him. If she had failed to become a hunter, I feel like he would step in sooner when she began investigating her past. And I feel like he would train her himself so that she could protect herself from people tracking her down and so she could come along to some of his "deals"

[utilitycaster]

If I can make a small inference about Laura as Imogen, is that she's not indecisive. She had some major swings - opening with her (at the time) highest spell against Otohan before initiative and Psychic Lanc-ing Zathuda are two examples (and she was actually heavily judged by the internet police both times).

I think she is able to be decisive when the story speaks to her directly - another sign that the Predathos plot does not. Imogen's personal arc, IMO, finished when she saved her mother from being absorbed. The Predathos fight feels like an epilogue, and not an exciting one at that.

The problem, I think, is that the overarching plot is too abstract and uncertain to warrant a gut reaction. It's always a "I guess this is it".

I disagree on all points:

Two cases of attacking a pretty obvious enemy does not undo pretty considerable indecision with regards to the campaign-long choice of unleashing Predathos; the complaints about indecision are largely based in RP. I do not give a solitary fuck what the "internet police" say. Their opinion has no bearing on mine and is entirely irrelevant to this discussion.

There are multiple problems I have with Imogen and Liliana that I've outlined previously, namely, it really feels like she saves Liliana, who has almost never helped her and whose alliance with her is predicated on a lie (and who even outright failed in her own attempt to prevent Imogen from getting involved, and who, as a character, suffers from kind of the same problem of "I think Ludinus is a bad person but I am going to carry out his cause, which is ultimately exactly what he wanted and the action that led him to do all the things that lead to our assessment of him as a bad person") out of some vague romanticized sense of "but she's my mother". It feels like a path of least resistance, and as I've said before it feels like someone handed Laura a script an hour before and said "okay you're a woman begging for the life of your estranged mother." Imogen's dedication to Liliana is genuinely one of the weakest throughlines in a campaign that does not lack for weaknesses. You're welcome to feel differently but this doesn't feel remotely satisfying or even convincing as a character beat at all to me let alone the culmination of a character arc. The endpoint has always been facing Ludinus and deciding whether to become a vessel, and doing the latter with absolutely no conviction and barely any intent is pretty dull.

The overarching plot is extremely simple: "Ludinus Da'leth, due to trauma incurred during the Calamity that led him to hate the gods, wants to release a god-eating creature that needs a Ruidusborn as a vessel, and is taking the actions to do so, among which involve straining the very fabric of magic and killing a massive number of people. Much of the world is trying to stop him." Now, the choices involved (ie, should Bells Hells ally with much of the world to stop him, or should they join this cause) are, I think, something Matt wanted to feel complicated. However, I and I think a lot of other people here have found that the case for eating the gods has never been presented as anything but a combination of petty vengeance for personal slights that in some cases are outright imagined; or a vast overreaction that fails to address root causes (ie, colonialism and the death of the titans will not be remotely fixed by this) and introduces a host of new problems. I do think there is something to be said for cast members missing some things that were pretty repeatedly directly stated (the shard being bad for Ashton; Predathos being a cosmic entity from outer space that required a Ruidusborn vessel) and that perhaps the messaging from DM to players was lacking in a way that wasn't clear from an outside view but the core plot is perhaps the simplest one across all campaigns, poorly paced though it may be.

[caramelcleopatraa]

Needy

pairings : Roman Reigns x Black/Shy Reader

plot : you are having a calm night in while roman is on the road. while watching one of his matches, you start to get hot and bothered. Unbeknownst to you, he's already come back from his trip.

wc : 1,800~

x : a drabble I came up with a few days ago. shouts out to the lovely @harmshake for motivating me to post this / excuse any errors that you see :( I've practically been writing all day.

In all honesty, you weren’t a needy person. “I never need, I always want” was the motto that your friends came up with that perfectly describes you. You’ve always taken what you got and never complained, no matter the circumstances. Sure, you knew your boundaries and what you loved to see, hear, and experience. But you never found yourself asking for more of someone or something. So you questioned yourself on why you were lying in your bed, lightly massaging your folds, trying to string together incoherent thoughts and words, with the image of Roman replacing all thoughts in your mind.

Let's back track

It’s a calm Friday afternoon. You finally got a day off from your job, and you weren’t going to do jack. shit. Instead of being productive, your day is filled with the smell of popcorn, and the large tv in your living room playing a show you kept promising your friend you’d give a try. You took the time you had to catch up on everything, in fact. You already decided that this whole weekend would be you catching up on shows and anime you are majorly behind on. Meanwhile, Roman is still on the road with his cousin and the wiseman, which is something that you grew used to. He was scheduled to come back on Sunday, so you were left with an empty house. You loved the off chances you got an empty house though. But your mind couldn’t help but think about how he’s been doing. Which led to you going on peacock and rewatching his crown jewel match with LA Knight. You were always his number one supporter. You honestly loved watching your man work, commanding and demanding with every step inside the ring. 

You can’t help yourself as your eyes drift over his bronzed torso. His broad shoulders, his beautiful arms, and his sturdy hands. You observed him as he took his time toying with his opponent and the audience, always flashing his irresistible smirk. You find yourself shifting on the couch to get comfortable, and fidgeting with your ring, trying to give your hands something to do. As soon as you get comfortable and lift your head to look at the screen, Roman has Knight in a headlock while smugly smiling and saying “I call the shots. I call the shots baby.” Your thighs unconsciously rub together at his baritone voice. You missed hearing his voice. On the other side of the house, next to you on the couch, directly in your ear. Of course you miss him. You couldn’t go a day without missing his presence, his hypnotizing and tempting presence.

Your hands slowly rub your thighs as you watch the match transpire. You adjusted yourself one last time, letting your thighs part under your fur blanket. You tease yourself by running your hands from your knee to your inner thigh, never taking your eyes off the screen. You didn’t dare to look away. An exhale you didn’t know you were holding exited you as your fingers slowly ghosted over your clothed heat. You continue letting your fingers lightly feather against your core, until your finger presses against your shorts, resulting in a small gasp. You started to make your way to your pulsing clit, rubbing yourself through your shorts. Your hips move and grind to match the pace you were setting, along with small mewls and whimpers that left your mouth while roman raised his title in front of the crowd. You always found it sexy when he did anything with his title. Him swinging his belt, him showing it off by raising it above his head, him caressing and adjusting it. Hell, even him just putting it on did something to you.

Your right hand stayed busy on your clit while your left hand trailed up your body to your breasts. Softly kneeling them and pinching your nipples, like he would. You wanted to call him. see him, hear him, anything. You felt around the couch for your phone and clicked his contact to facetime him. Your phone laid propped up on your coffee table decor while you impatiently waited for your sexy ass man to answer. 

Facetime Failed

Fuck

You reached out to call again, but you stopped yourself. You figured there was a good reason why he wasn’t picking up. He was always one to answer his phone. To say the least, you were horny. Honestly embarrassed that seeing him in a match made you such a mess. You grabbed your phone and pranced upstairs to your room. You settled comfortably in your shared bed while you picked up where you left off. You didn’t even need the tv to encourage you anymore. You were already imagining what he was going to do to you when he got home. How his calloused hands would caress you gently before pinning you to the bed. How he would lick and suck every inch of your body. The daydreams in your head made you dizzy with arousal. The first time you ever felt needy. To say that you wanted him was an understatement. You needed him here, laying beside you, touching you, kissing you, fucking you. 

Your hands worked to pull your shorts and your panties off, discarding them somewhere around the room. Your fingers impatiently rubbed your clit and massaged your slick folds. Soft moans occupy the space around you, making the tension in the room rise. Your fingers gravitate to your pussy and easily slips through your folds. Your hands are already setting the pace that makes you go crazy, as you could no longer try to stay quiet. A second finger is added and your hips buck to meet your fingers halfway. “mmmh fuck”, Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you go faster, using your other hand to rub your aching clit. You were already so worked up, that you could cum at any moment. “aaahh- oh shit!” You tease yourself, playing with the place and adding little slaps to your clit, just like he does. Your stomach starts to tighten, and your well formed words become babbles and whines. Normally you would be ashamed that you got to this point all by yourself, but you didn’t care. You craved this feeling more than anything, and you were willing to chase it. “oooohhh- fuck i miss you babbyy. uughh shit i’m cominngg!” Your back arches off the mattress as you feel yourself getting close. Your body starts to shake and your pussy tightens around your fingers as you cum. A mix of screams and whines leave your mouth as you start to feel high from the orgasm you just had. Your chest visibly rises up and down, desperately trying to catch your breath.

“Damn mama, you miss me that badly?” A voice that you know too damn well. You quickly sit up and see your husband leaning on the door frame, wearing his irresistible smirk. You’re fumbling to try and cover up what just happened, not knowing it was too late for that. ‘What do I tell him? What lie can I make up that makes sense in this situation?’ Mentally you’re freaking out, but you’re wearing the same surprised  smile since he announced himself. “umm- how are you- you were supposed to be back on sunday- umm- shit, is today sunday?” Your sentence were cutting off one another. You nervously giggled while pretending to look for your phone. To no surprise, he caught your bluff immediately. “Sweetheart, I don't know why you’re shy. I’ve already seen everything under those covers.” He said seductively, walking towards the bed to join you. 

The bed dips as he slides next to you, teasing you with a smile as he closes the gap between you two. “So, what’s got my wife all hot and bothered? hmm?” He chuckles while lightly stroking your face. You almost forget that he asked you a question and melt into his touch. Your eyes shy away from him as you answer “just missed you, that’s all”. His hand comfortably wraps around your neck as he inches closer once more, pulling you into an intoxicating kiss. Your lips moved in harmony with his. It started off gentle, interrupting long kisses with playful pecks. Roman’s grip on your neck loosens and his hands rest on your full hips, pulling you to his body and deepening the kiss. Your arms snake up his body and around his neck, removing all options to back out. His lips trail down to your jaw and slowly inches towards your neck, his warm breath coast over your neck before harshly sucking on your sweet spot. You bit your lip in hopes that you could silence your moans, but roman wasn't having that. Roman’s right hand kept you in place while his left hand snaked down the small of your back down to your plush ass. The combination of him squeezing your ass and sucking on your neck made you go crazy. 

You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, he was making you feel too good. “Missed hearing you baby.” He said breathily, watching you unwind from his touch. Your leg hooked onto his as you grinded against his length, making a mess on his pants under the sheets. He pulled away to observe the marks he gave you as you stared at him in awe. You could never get over how beautiful he was. His hands slipped under your arms to your back to unhook your bra and pulled it off you to expose your chest. You were completely naked, but felt bold. Your small hands pushed his shoulders down to lay flat on the bed. You took the opportunity to straddle him, tracing down his arms and guiding them around your body, caging you in. Your faces were barely an inch away from each other. You lose yourself in your husband’s facial features, scanning every part of him. You catch eyes lingering on his beard. His salt and pepper beard always caught your attention. He catches you staring at him and you were unable to stop him before he made a smart remark. “You like it?” He smiled, showing off his pearly whites. Your eyes connected with his chocolate ones. You felt needy again, he didn’t have to do much and yet, you felt like you needed more of him. “Like what?” You said, mirroring his smile and lightly giggling. He followed suit, chuckling along with you, his laugh vibrating through his chest. “You’re staring at it like you like it mama.” You felt your heart flutter at the nickname. You were experiencing so many feelings at once. You wanted to make him feel what you were feeling. You wanted to make him feel good. You started to roll your hips against him again, earning a deep groan from him as you kept eye contact with him.

“How ‘bout i show you how much i like it?”

( so I was thinking about making this a part one and a part two. later on, would post the full version of this. I just wanted to post this as my first "long fic". lemme know what you guys want me to write next lovelies 🪴🤎

~ your hippie author )

[mari-lair]

Akane is a human. He has supernatural powers and connections but he is a human first.

Akane's situation is very similar to Nene's in the sense that he is a student who got tangled up with supernaturals. Just a normal guy for most of his life until he got recruited as a clock keeper.

But if his situation is so similar to Nene's why does no one doubt Nene is a human? Nene used to get scales even outside school in the og timeline, but not a single character ever called her a supernatural or treated her as half-human. That's because unlike Akane, no major character wants her mermaid scales, so no one would look at her and go "Ah if it isn't the mermaid girl~" that just isn't a thing. They have more interest in her as a kannagi, a human role, than as someone with scales.

The only time someone took interest in Nene's supernatural aspect was the mermaid's servants, which aren't major characters, and only showed up on a mini-arc a LONG time ago. Nowadays, mermaid scales are just a quirk of Nene, not a big plot point/tool characters are interested in.

But a lot of people have an interest in Akane's power and his connections with the keepers. Let's go over who calls him No.1: Fellow school mysteries and the broadcasting club, people who sees him as his power or his connection to Kako and Mirai. Never Akane as the boy himself, just his power.

Akane being called a supernatural is always because of his power.

Teru used to separate Akane from his power until said power personally negatively affected Teru. That speaks a lot about how powerful controlling time is, to the point an exorcist needs to consider him a possible threat, but that was when Teru was surprised, confused, and emotional, by the situation.

He didn't take even 1 chapter to make his judgment and keep treating Akane as a human. A human he is VERY displeased with, but a human, not a threat.

Akane's power are so op it can make others ignore him, but when characters hear his beliefs, or anything that comes purely from Akane, he is always a human.

Hanako is the best exemple of this, focusing on his clock keeper's powers when he stops time and sees a human after being bluntly judged for putting Aoi's life at risk and killing someone in the past

Akane also didn't shatter into doritos in the Severace, nor did he get sick. Nene still turns into a fish, so any supernatural connection that is deep enough to affect him on a core level should still be around. The fact he is unaffected by the change and is just the watch that broke shows he and his powers are fully separated.

What the clock keepers did wasn't 'turn him into a supernatural', they just gifted him a watch that gave him a supernatural transformation, a body that is detached from his original human one (think of the way Akane only had Aoi's stab wound in his clock keeper form, but his normal human, which is his original body, was fine after.) when he is a keeper he is a full supernatural, people 'aren't even supposed to see him' in his keeper form. This literal personification of Akane's power, of his connections with the keepers.

But it isn't his main body, his real self, for lack of better wording.

Akane is alive, rumors don't affect him, he is not dependent on anything to exist in the Near Shore since his body is stable and he can go wherever he want. Is only his borrowed power that have so many limitations of use and activation.

Even when the big clock was broken Akane didn't start acting weird, or with uncharacteristic urgency, he had no desire to change the timeline or resort to anything drastic.

He had to be reminded and forced into his role by the keepers themselves. He still has control over his thoughts, that's why he is so conflicted, cause he is well aware he is going against his own will.

Speaking of will, Akane consistently has mentalities that directly contrast with other supernaturals.

Why does he look so anguished about Kako wanting to reset their doomed timeline? Cause he hates the plan. Man does he hate the plan but he has no power to go against Kako, he is just a dude.

A normal and replaceable human, trying to hold on to any power he has.

(the way he can be replaced only further drives home that his supernatural contract does not make him 'one of them', but he is well aware his role as no.1 is to be one of them. He usually introduces himself as No.1 in his keeper form- but that's a whole new analysis and this is already long. Let's just focus on how he is aware without the keepers watch he has zero supernatural connections)

Bonus: His devotion to Aoi is used as a direct contrast to Hakubo's devotion to Sumire. His story fits Hakubo's wishful idea of a human love.

Tldr: Akane has supernatural powers but he is a human.

[luniviravosshipper]

Before this upcoming season comes out, I just want to go on the record and say that Terry was always one of my most favorite characters since the moment he was first introduced. I never understood all the backlash his character got for playing such a supporting role in the magefam dynamic because I thought his character had a lot of potential and was going to be incredibly essential for how their dynamic progressed throughout the series.

Terry is, like, a legitimately good person. It’s so odd to see all the criticisms he gets for being “too good” to be associated with the magefam when I think the existence of his character and his relationship with them fundamentally qualifies the right and wrong doings of both the antagonists and the protagonists. And that’s like something I’ve heard people complain about for a long time, the idea that somehow the show was painting the two sides of the cast too much in “black and white”, yet those same people are failing to give this character the proper recognition he deserves when he manages to still uphold his own sense of morals while being associated with the “big bad guys” of the show. And that’s because he isn’t being a bad person by being close to them, if anything, it shows how truly understanding and sympathetic of a person he is.

His character embodies a lot of the core messages the show tries to project but seems to be often overlooked about cycles and love and morality. And that’s especially evident in his relationship with Claudia.

Terry’s love for Claudia doesn’t deter him from being a good person, it actually challenges him to be a better one and to help her become better too in return (I’m sure we’ll see more of that this upcoming season). Even seeing the road she has been led down and is headed towards the end of, he still promises to not leave her side. But also, we see that he is able to simultaneously express openly what he believes and feels to be true. He has so far been shown actively advocating for Claudia and what he feels she needs which has in some cases made it necessary for him to argue against her choices or the people who could potentially hurt her if she lets them (like a certain sparkly elf).

I really hope that Terry doesn’t put himself first like so many people are insisting he should. I hope he actually fights for Claudia. That he keeps his promise and doesn’t leave her side unless he finds he really needs to in order to do what he thinks is best for both him and her. I don’t want him to be selfish, I think the idea that his love for Claudia is enough for him is perfectly fine and I don’t know why there is such a strong urging from people for him to want something more out of their relationship as if his love for her can only be fully pure or worth it if their relationship is transactional.

The idea that he would be willing to stick with her through thick and thin while still standing up for what he thinks is just and right because he simply loves her that much is ultimately far more compelling to me rather then him being more willing to drop her at a second’s notice simply because her choices conflate with his morals.

And, see, the thing is the second option wouldn’t even work. Because that would mean he would have to sacrifice his own love and care for her and potentially hurt her by breaking a promise that meant so much to her. And that would be going directly against what he believes in.

We’ll see what this season has in store, but I cannot honestly imagine a scenario where he’d supposedly be standing his moral ground by making an essentially selfish decision like that. That isn’t to say I don’t think they could write a scenario where he leaves her in a way that works (from some of the reviews it even sounds like that is what might happen), but just that I don’t really agree with what I’ve seen others specifically suggest should happen and how that should play out.

Anyways, I know this isn’t getting into how he seems to be cool with dark magic and tolerates Claudia’s negative feelings towards other elves, but I have thoughts and opinions on all of that too. I just can’t get into all of them rn before the season comes out. (I was actually planning on doing a whole other post on that but I don’t have the time or energy rn.)

[peachponygirl]

so i'm doing somethimg diffrent and doing this as a post because no matter what i did Tumblr absoulutly refused to let me send this as an ask. idk i guess it was too long or maybe it was something else.

@purble-turble I hope I'm not bugging you by doing it like this, please correct me if it does 🥲

so i've been sitting on this idea for Prince Red for a bit, it still has holes and issues to work out but i still think it be an interesting idea.

hopefully its not something that has been suggested before.

mk my beloved I'm sorry this is kinda a prince red turning into DKR au.

I say sorta because rather than "i have to protect this man from everyone at all costs" I'm suggesting more of an "I need to fix this man at all costs"

also, he wouldn't be the one doing the tormenting per say, but he's definitely enabling it.

so say its directly pointed out to everyone that MK's "sacrificial tendencies" is in fact programed into his nature by Nuwa. it's a core function of himself and his behavior, it cannot be removed. its just a fact, and everyone has to learn to live with the fact that he is self-destructive.

except Prince Red can't just agree with that, because centuries ago that similar thing was being said about HIM. the creator of the shamadi fire, an unstoppable, uncontrollable force of nature. destruction and violence was originally a core element of his behavior and for decades no one could fully control him not even his parents.

BUT that didn't actually end up being the case. when he was forable made to become one of guanyin's disciples, his personality and behavior did a 180. yeah, it took years and a lot of work but he eventually changed his whole self for the better and continued his teachings in favor of returning home.

he, with the teachings of Guanyin, changed his nature, so MK could as well. and he knows just how he can help him. he just has to get mk to go threw the same training he did!

and so he forcibly takes mk back to his monastery and the other disciples to help, and no he can't leave until red's sure he's "fixed" his destructive nature. hopefully, with all this one on one teaching time, he can also eventually fix his relationship with mk. he knows mk will be really upset at first, but surly once they start making progress with his healing journey they'll grow closer again.

now seeing as the disciples don't like mk or him being near red, they aren't exactly thrilled about this plan. however red is able to get them to see his point and agree that it is part of there duty to help others, and yeah they definitely all think Mk needs some serious reforming.

and if Reds this set on being with this stone monkey then at least with this plan they can make him reform into someone actually worthy of the prince.

their only condition to Red's plan? they are given full rights to disciplinary action against mk.

after all in the beginning Red needed a lot of correcting and had to receive at least some form of punishment for his bad behavior. and of course, had some form of restraint on him to prevent him from burning anything or escaping. Mk would 100% rebel against them in the beginning and try to leave so he'd have the proper punishments to correct his behavior.

and they all point out that Red is waaay too lenient with him to be trusted to give proper correction. he wants to help save mk from himself? he has to allow them to dish out the "tough love".

hence what I meant by Red's only enabling the torment, the others are the actual tormenters, given their bias, they definitely would take any opportunity to "correct" mk on anything and everything they didn't like. there careful about any physical acts, but they are for sure verbally abusing him whenever Red is not in earshot.

and worse the others would convinced red to not to really trust anything mk would say about being mistreated.

"he's exaggerating"

"he's just trying to guilt you"

"it seems harsh, but you know we need to be firm with him red"

"we all need to be tough on him, change is not easy red you know this."

and so on. Red already fully trusts that his fellow disciples have only the best intentions and want the best for mk so he parrots what they say and goes on with the day's lesson. doing his best to ignore mk's growing distress and misery, telling himself it's for the best. he was pretty miserable in the beginning of his reforming too, it'll pass, he's sure it will.

[n-agiz]

THE OTHER WOMANㅤ ceo! gojo satoru x mistress! reader — smut [ 0.8k+ wc ] cws cheating + creampie ! MDNI

ㅤbeing someone's mistress wasn't something you had envisioned for your future, but when it came to gojo satoru, you supposed anything was possible.

sometimes you wondered why you had allowed yourself to get to this point.

if before this you hadn’t considered yourself an awful person, now you certainly did, and what you were doing was just one of the other million reasons why. you didn’t need this, didn’t need to be doing something so immoral, but as much as you hated to admit it, you had grown to crave it, crave something that once the mere idea of made you sick.

“you always look so pretty, baby. such a pretty thing, and all for me, right?”

“yes ‘toru, only for you”

your thighs ached from moving up an down, the burn somehow pleasant due to the pleasure it consequently gave you. your hands rested on gojo’s broad shoulders, legs parted over his lap and lingerie pushed to the side just enough to give his hard dick access to your pussy, having it fill you up perfectly, pink tip pressing against your cervix deliciously and veiny length rubbing against your walls in a way that made your head spin, the pleasure so great you wondered how much longer you would be able to last before finally reaching your high.

gojo satoru was an influential men, a rich ceo who came from a line of others much too similar to him. his family was known for their wealth, for how powerful they were, their reputation something they needed to keep in order to continue thriving — so you wondered what was so special about you that made him put everything on the line for just a few weekly fucks. you could destroy him if you wanted, could come out and talk all about how gojo satoru, a married man, had been fucking you for years now, having been with you ever since he got with his wife. you could talk about all the promises he made you, how he would assure you he would get divorced just to marry you instead, how he wished he had gotten with you in the first place instead of agreeing to an arranged marriage, how he would always tell you how insufferable his wife was and how much he loved you. those thing could all be lies, stuff he said while high on pleasure and when his dick was doing the thinking instead of his brain, but he still said them at some point, had repeated them too many times to count actually, so if you wanted, if you truly desired it, you could destroy him, get the revenge you sometimes thought about and finally show the world how immoral he actually was — but at the end of the day, you never did it, because truthfully you were just as unethical as him, after all, even if you weren’t directly betraying someone, you were still willingly helping someone do it.

gojo satoru might be an asshole, but you couldn’t really judge him because you completely mirrored him in that aspect.

“fuck baby! keep going like that, you feel so good around my dick” satoru’s moans were entracing, pretty even, and just as addicting as the feeling of the drag of his cock in and out of you, as addicting as everything about him.

“‘m close, ‘toru! really close”

“cum for me, pretty baby. cum all over my cock, c’mon” as he spoke, gojo started thrusting up into you, the chair you both sat on starting to creak as he matched your movements, reaching even deeper inside you. for a second you forgot all about how wrong this was, your own pleasure the only thing filling your brain as you felt your orgasm start to build, soon enough feeling the tightening knot in your lower stomach snap, sending blasts of pleasure to hit you hard. “ahh fuck! that’s it, just like th- argh!” and before long, gojo too reached his climax, moaning shamelessly while filling you up with his seed.

“‘toru!” your mewls were like music to satoru’s ears, so lewd and yet so beautiful, a boost of confidence that nothing else could give him. at it’s core, that was all you were to him, a simple boost of confidence, something he shouldn’t have but that he still did simply because he could, because he wanted to — and although you would never admit to it openly, at it’s purest form your relationship with him was also just something that rubbed your ego just the right way, something you kept up because it made you feel good, made you feel wanted, desired, and that was why you two would never work out if your relationship had been born in any other context. you and gojo worked out because, as wrong as it was, you were attracted to each other exactly because you weren’t supposed to have one another, because you were each other’s forbidden fruit, which turned you both into the more appetizing one, the more addicting one, and the only one that could ever satiate your thirst at this point.

being the other woman was a role you never thought you would fulfill, but as you sat on top of gojo satoru and looked at his glossed over eyes, pure lust filling their blue irises while he stared up at you, you wondered if you hadn’t actually been destined for this role all along.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

[therookandthecrow]

I can definitely see how a buff warrior elf such as Davrin would make Lethanavir's old insecurities come back, even after he thought that he'd accepted he'd always be lanky. Even when he lived among the Dalish, he was always encouraged to 'eat more' even though he ate enough. Actually, he loves food, thank you.

When he disclosed to his Dalish peers that he was training to be a member of the Mourn Watch, he got teased a lot by being called 'bone-boy'/'death-boy' and things like that, or just as bad, 'crypt-baby' which oddly enough he grew to embrace each of those titled bestowed upon him by his Dalish bullies.

It's sufficient to say that these kinds of experiences didn't make him fond of the Dalish, although as an elf, he feels the obligation to defend his people from discrimination on behalf of being elves. Just don't ask him to make a good case for being Dalish. He has no love for that way of life, despite his Vallaslin.

[Rookanis is at the very bottom]

That was the toughest time of his life, apart from meeting his parents, who abandoned him. He was a lot happier when he returned full-time to the Mourn Watch and his studies among the dead, the undead, spirits and those of a like-mind who 'get him' such as Myrna, Vorgoth and the numerous curiosity spirits.

While he likes Taash a lot, and finds them refreshingly candid and direct, he felt the sting on Emmrich's behalf when they called him a 'skull-f***er' among other colorful terms, although he was able to intuitively grasp the core reasons behind their initial hostility towards him, he defended Emmrich, nonetheless while still being empathetic towards Taash. He grasped the core of their lashing out.

He already surmised that those who bullied him when he lived among the Dalish had something at their cores which they were insecure about, and that they projected it onto him. Likewise, he's very emotionally intelligent, but socially, not so much. Lethanavir struggles with the unusual affliction of being book-smart, but not so much people-smart. This is one reason why he didn't hold it against Taash, personally.

I think that he became aggressive at that point in his life, as a defense mechanism (aside from his teenage hormones), only to return to being his usual self when returning to the Mourn Watch. Lethanavir is still wrapping his head around being a leader, as confident as he shows himself to be. Even while he directly proclaims that he is confident with leading, he inwardly doubts himself.

He and Emmrich become very good friends even after their budding romance didn't take off, because they not only found common ground among being Nevarran and Mourn Watchers, but for being accused of "not eating" because the both of them are so thin! I'll definitely need to write that into my fic, about how my Rook perceives his body in that respect.

Having a boyfriend, such as Lucanis who'd love him even if he were a wyrm, definitely helps a lot with him feeling accepted at his core. Another thing, having Dalish elves around such as Bellara, Davrin, Irelin, Strife, Yenarel and company help him to see the Dalish overall in a better light, as his previous experiences were subjectively bad.

Having Lucanis whisper in his ear about how beautiful he is, and how his eyes soften whenever he looks at him has helped him to accept that his slender, willowy frame is not a curse and that his beauty is not some mistake or an aberration and that someone can actually appreciate his looks and what he has on the inside, without wanting to change him.

While Lucanis' love language includes food, he's never once told Lethanavir to go for a second helping or poked his sides and told him that he can see his ribs. To Lucanis, Lethanavir is not 'bone-boy' or 'crypt-baby' but the most beautiful man he's ever seen with cheekbones like he'd never seen before, and honestly, a beautiful body.

Lucanis just wants to make sure that Lethanavir is looked after well and that he knows that he loves him unconditionally, and that he's the best thing that has happened to him in his whole entire life and that for the longest time he thought that he was unworthy of him, while Lethanavir had thought the same until [insert story event.]

[rwbyconversations]

The Faunus/White Fang plotline was NEVER inspired by the Irish Troubles/IRA

A few years ago, someone posted a "theory" about how the White Fang plotline was based, not on the American Civil Rights movements of the 1960s such as the Black Panthers and Martin Luther King's protests, but on a similar conflict in Europe that ran for much of the 20th century in the British occupation of Northern Ireland, known in short as "The Troubles."

Recently, I saw it again as someone stole the post so they could feel smart, so I want to put this to bed definitively as an Irish person:

The Faunus and White Fang plotline were never based on the Irish Troubles or the Irish Republican Army. To be frank I don't think Miles and Kerry know anything about Ireland outside of making drunk Paddy jokes in their off-hours. (wouldn't be the first nationality they've made fun of)

Barring that they were both Civil Rights Movements that happened in the general post-World War 2 wave of the 1960s alongside other countries like India and South Africa, the Troubles and Americian Civil Rights movements have little in common. The big dividing point is religion. The Troubles were a conflict that at its core was as much a sectarian divide as it was fighting against British oppression. The Protestant/Catholic divide is still active in Northern Ireland to this day, with people getting assaulted for wearing the wrong clothes or having the wrong names. The city still has dozens of "Peace walls" scattered around as remnants of the conflict. The religious/sectarian divide is at the heart of the Troubles; you cannot do a depiction of it without at least acknowleding that divide. Even Captain Planet managed this, for Christ's sake.

RWBY does not do this. There is no religious element to the White Fang unless you blink and squint at Fennic and Corsac- and they don't matter to the story at large outside of being minibosses in Volume 5 and they are the only White Fang agents who are vaugely religious. There's no religious element to the Faunus at large unless you look up supplementary material and read about the Faunus creation myths in the Fairy Tales of Remnant series. Trying to be inspired by The Troubles without referencing the sectarian part of it, is like trying to write an two-question essay when you only read the first half of the first question- i.e., you're going to fail miserably. Yeah, there was a conflict, and a question can be raised of how appropriate the use of violence was. And that's it. There's not even an Irish character in the show or anyone who uses an accent, so safe to 100% say, no. The Troubles were never on Miles and Kerry's mind when designing the Faunus racism.

Additionally, there is a silver bullet debunking the entire theory. All the way back in Volume 1 on the commentary track, Barbara Dunklemann said this:

"If anybody needs a comparison for what the Faunus are in this world, it's kind of like if you're in the 1930s/1940s and it's the way African American people were treated and viewed."

After someone else asks for clarification, Dunklemann then confirms they meant the 1960s and the Civil Rights Movement by name. No attempt is made to correct Dunklemann or say the White Fang was inspired by other Civil Rights movements- it is firmly, 100%, solely about the American movement.

There you have it- a quote from the crew itself confirming without a doubt that the Faunus and White Fang were always based on the Americian Civil Rights movement, with no mention of the Troubles or the Irish sectarian divisions. Attempting to say otherwise goes directly against stated intent from the beginning of the show.

Now please, don't let this stupid, asinine theory come back a third time, the next time a white RWBY fan gets uncomfortable at the racism in the White Fang plot, and reaches to a different civil rights conflict as a deflection tactic.

tldr- keep my country's history out of your mouth if you only care about using it to deflect blame on the catgirl racism subplot.