#but such incredible things are possible with the force

[midnight-mourning]

Sea of Choices

🐟🐟Midnight's DCA MerMay Day 11🐟🐟

I GOT REALLY BUSY WITH WORK BUT IM FINISHING MERMAY I PROMISE, hoping to get through things the next week or so bc i have gore summer to work on (be on the lookout for that later today :D) Should also clarify this is NOT CS related, but instead has some tension/aloofness and the likes as requested ^^ anyway, please enjoy!

Prompt: Hiii I have one (ran from discord the moment I saw the link hsvagshs). Would it be possible for the mer boys to have their Confused Spirit personalities? ☺️ Or that Sun starts off being more aloof towards reader but when he warms up, he falls hard? And of course Moon being a gremlin like always hehehe

DCFPU prompt(s) used: Crash & Scar

Word Count: 2326

Content Warning: blood, violence, etc.

Will be posted to ao3 soon! (when i have the chance oof)

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You feel a jolt of pain rattle through you as you crash into the rock beside you. Your entire body aches yet simultaneously anger seers through you. You whip back in the direction from which you came, to the mer who tossed you into the wall in the first place.

He's gripping his arm with one hand, eye closed shut with blood. Looks like it'll leave a scar. Good. He's more than earned it. 

The eye he can see with glares down at you, sneer on his lips. Breathing heavy, but waiting. Waiting to see what your next move is. Waiting to see how he can counter it, and win. 

But you have no intention of letting that happen. 

Your grip on your spear tightens, and you let out a yell of pure, absolute, rage. You storm back over to him, intent on ending this—and him—as soon as feasibly possible. 

You had never intended to end up in this situation, not by any means. 

You kept to yourself, preferring solitude rather than attempting to trust others. It served you well through life so far, having cut out a relatively comfortable section of ocean for yourself. One you were very territorial of, you should add. 

So, when signs of another mer lurking around started popping up, you weren't too happy about it. Even less so when you found out it was in fact two mers. You didn't act immediately, you were smarter than that. You waited, and watched. One might even argue you gave them a fair chance to leave without issue. 

But they didn't. 

They hunted your prey, stole some of your favorite shells, tore down the borders you'd made to ward off others from the area. Well, you shouldn't say 'they', the blue and white fellow only took some snacks, it was the yellow-colored mer that was causing problems. 

You'd never let either of them encounter you face to face, but you'd made it really, very, excruciatingly clear that someone was living here. Hell they'd pass by your cave entrance on the daily. Which again, very clearly had an occupant, with the decorations of glittering stones and a curtain of seaweed. 

The reason this physical encounter has occurred is because 'Sunshine'—as you'd been calling him to yourself—has made the mistake of trying to enter your home by force. And this happened after you'd told him to leave your territory, or else. 

"You're being incredibly inconsiderate, friend, “he warns, looming over you at the cave entrance. "Surely we can work out a bit of a... compromise."

You scoff. "Not a chance. You can't just barge your way into my territory, my home, and then make demands!"

"It's not a demand, rather just a suggestion." His smile is strained, bordering a sneer. The way his claws sink and scrape into the stone above is what sets you off. 

And thus, you launch forward, fully intending to kill him. 

A shame you are knocked out cold before you can. 

When you come to, you find yourself cradled in the lap of the blue and white mer. Your first instinct is to get as far away as possible, but your body aches far too much to attempt it. Besides, the curious stare he's giving you leaves you feeling... confused.

"Good evening,” he says. "Sleep well?"

You furrow your brow. "I-not really?"

"Pity. How do you feel?"

More confusion on your part. "Not so great, why are you here?"

"Cleaning up after someone else's mess." A shrug. 

A scoff from elsewhere makes you more alert, and you force yourself to sit up. Across the expanse of the cave, resting on your favorite lounging rock, no less. 

Your eyes narrow. "Make yourself comfortable, why don't you."

You hear a snicker behind you. 

"Considering you've likely blinded me, let's call it even, hm?" The yellow mer holds himself tight, wounds still openly untreated. 

Yours however, are. Seaweed and salve wrap around your limbs and torso, you examine briefly. 

Hand on your shoulder. "Penance for interrupting your peace. We hope it's enough that you'll consider forgiveness."

"That so?" You huff, eyes trained on the other mer, small tinge of sympathy for the pain he is in. Though you remind yourself it is his own doing. "I want you out of here by morning, and then we can consider calling it anywhere close to even." A finality to your tone, you consider this the end of it. Finally. Unfortunately, that wasn’t how things would go.

They were in fact, not out of your territory by the next morning. The blue mer, Moon, was somehow able to con you into waiting until after you and Sun—seems you'd hit the mark with your nickname—were both healed. Given that you weren't in much a position to refuse, you agreed. 

As you'd come to find out, healing takes a lot longer than one might expect. 

Days became weeks, weeks into a month, then two. You realized soon enough that one, you shouldn't make agreements without fully understanding the consequences, and two, you were closer to dying that day than you may have ever liked. 

Still, given that you had to be treated by Moon regularly—the scratch on your back was hard to reach, okay?—you didn't have much a choice but to allow at least him to hang around. Sun, well, you made sure he kept his distance, to put it lightly. 

You tried to avoid each other as much as possible, you think. If you had to speak, you kept it incredibly brief. He hated you, you hated him. 

Or so you believed. 

Partway through your recovery, Moon had left for a few days, keeping his promise of leaving your territory alone to hunt elsewhere instead. But, that meant you were alone with Sun. More specifically, it left you alone with Sun to take care of each other's injuries. 

It led to situations such as the one you are in now. Sun at your cave entrance, looming over you just as he did then, albeit not nearly as menacingly, if only because of the way he still clutches his side. 

"Are you going to let me in?"

Your frown is tight, unwavering. "You're asking? Well, look at you and your development." 

He scoffs. "Is that a no?"

"It's certainly not a yes."

His own frown deepens. "I take it you want neither of us to get our dressings changed today then."

"I-that's not-" You let out a frustrated noise to yourself and sigh, moving to the side. "I guess I don't have a choice."

Sun tsks quietly. "Took you long enough."

You shoot a glare at his back, hoping it stings him but fully knowing it won't. 

When you make it inside, Sun takes it upon himself to sit down and hold out the supplies to you. Of course he wants to be treated first. You wouldn't expect anything less at this point. 

You huff and grab them from him, getting to work. 

You can't help quipping about it as you remove old bandages from his shoulder. "Going to have me take care of you and then leave me to fend for myself, right?"

"My injuries are more severe than yours. Therefore logically it would be the best use of your time to tend to mine so that I'll be able to quickly care for yours and be out of your scales." He glances over to you. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Your brows shoot up in surprise, only briefly though. "I do, actually." You finish with his shoulder, moving over to examine his eye. You have to get closer than you'd prefer, but you suffer through it for now. 

"Surprised?"

You scoff. "Obviously. It's too considerate for you." 

"I can be considerate." Pause. "When I feel like it."

You hesitate mid-replacing the bandage near his eye. You look up to him, stares right on each other. He shifts his gaze quickly and it makes you chuckle. The fins around his head flare. 

"You're strange, you know that?" you ask, getting back to work. "It'd be endearing, if you weren't so incredibly annoying."

Sun huffs, but a light smirk rests on his lips as you treat him. 

Moon ends up being gone longer than you expect, and thus you spend much more time with Sun than you anticipate or prefer. Something shifted after that first day, though. You're not sure as to what, nor why, but it's... different. 

Sun isn't as curt, short. He's more conversational, and less hostile. A couple of times, he even manages to make you laugh. Not something you'd ever have thought possible. 

When you both are to the point of cuts and bruises fading to scars and healed skin, you make a choice that surprises even you. 

"You can stay, if you want. Sun too,” you offer one night before going to sleep.

Moon is who you say it to, after he's finished checking you over one final time. You don't think you could bear it if Sun was present, probably unable to even broach the topic.

Moon on the other hand, is still a bit stunned at your suggestion. "Why the change in heart? You haven't caught a fever now, have you? After all the effort I put in to heal you."

"Very funny. But no, I'm serious. If you want to hang around, I'm okay with that. I guess." You sigh. 

"You guess?" Moon chides.

You scowl as he snickers at you. "I'll change my mind if you're not careful."

"Heard."

And so they stayed. And time passed. And things changed. At least, they seemed to. 

As all things go, the longer you spend around someone, the more you either grow to like them or despise them. With both Sun and Moon the former occurred. Or at the least, you tolerated Sun more. You were still too off put by him and what had happened between the two of you to be less than cautious. 

Sun however, didn't appear to feel the same. While you kept your distance, he seemed to become more interested in you. Though, he still kept away, to a point. 

But more often than ever before, you'd catch him staring at you from across the reef during your day to day. Laughing a little harder at your jokes. Chatting for just a little longer than previously. 

The shift ultimately confused you, maybe even alarmed you. This was the same mer who'd almost tried to kill you months ago? The one with the vicious demeanor turned... playful? Calm? Gentle? Even now, you still struggle to wrap your head around it, that’s for sure. 

"What are you thinking about?" 

You shake your head, looking up to Moon who you're helping with the evening meal. It was easier to just share your food amongst the three of you, you'd found.

You go back to wrapping seaweed around the fresh tuna in your hands. "Nothing in particular. Is there anything else that needs done?"

"No. Would you mind getting Sun? I believe he's on the roof." Moon takes the bundle from your hand, lingering just a moment. It makes heat rise to your face for some reason. 

Instead of questioning it, you nod, and swim up to the roof out of the cave. 

It's night now, but the glow from the reef stretches on into the distance, giving everything a bit of light. Which includes Sun as well. The algae that he sits on also glows, casting shadows across his features as he observes everything from his vantage point. 

The serene expression on his features is a stark contrast to the sneer he held when you'd first met. You'd study it for longer if you weren't so hungry. 

"We're ready,” you state, interrupting his watching. 

Sun turns to you, then tilts his head to the reef. "Sit with me for a bit?"

You debate on it, you are hungry, but you guess you can postpone it momentarily. 

"Alright."

You swim over, planting yourself on the ledge beside him. You keep your gaze outward, eye contact feeling too intense in that moment. 

"I understand why you were so protective of this place." Sun states. "I always did, really. I think that's why I wanted it for myself."

You huff, though it's soft. "That went well for you, didn't it?"

"It did, actually."

You glimpse over to him, finding he's got his eyes on you, you shift your gaze back to the reef. "You almost lost an eye for it."

"I can't say I wouldn't have deserved it,” he chuckles. 

You laugh in response. 

A quiet settles between the two of you. You don't even realize you've started to lean on him until he clears his throat, shifting. "I, um, made this for you." He takes your hand, setting something in it. 

A bracelet, made with sea glass beads that are illuminated by a thread made from a glowing kelp. It's shiny, alluring. You're enthralled, and shocked, to put it simply. 

"Oh, wow, this is... lovely, Sun." You run your thumb over one of the smooth beads, noting how each is a different shade, creating a spectrum of color with the bright string. "I don't know what to say. Thank you."

"It's nothing. I was just... looking for something to do. It's far too small for me anyway." He coughs. "Would you like help putting it on?"

"Please." 

You don't know why you agree, it's not as if you couldn't do it yourself. But yet, here you are anyway. Sun holds your wrist delicately, like you might break if he's too rough. He slides the bracelet on, holding on to you for a touch too long before releasing you again. 

You shake your wrist a little, then hold it up to beside your face. "How's it look?"

He says something under his breath. 

"Hm?"

He shakes his head. "It suits you."

You smile, he smiles back. 

Whatever this is, it's nice. 

It's really nice. 

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Thank you @nightriverart for the request!!! I very much had fun with it as I think you can tell. I always like it when there's a bit of tension and such between the dca and the reader hehe, thanks for reading!

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[bluebnny]

Out of control - part 3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

trafalgar law x reader

contents: this is the long awaited smut part! law and reader have sex, it starts off rough, but turns really soft and sweet, everything that happens is consensual

warnings: smut, so mdni, light bondage, sex is rough at first, slight size kink?, reader feels a little bit of pain at the start, a little overstimulation, some dirty talk, law teases reader - reader is g/n, but has a vagina (boobs are not mentioned). lmk if i missed anything

a/n: this was actually kind of tough to write even though i knew exactly what i wanted to happen. I think it's mainly bc i haven't written what i think law would be like in bed usually, so that made it difficult to write something that contrasts with that. if that makes sense? Oh well, i'll just have to write more smut to give you a general idea of what i mean. Anyway, i really like how it turned out, and hope that you will too! Dividers made by me. Please enjoy :D

word count: 3.319

The steady hum of the Polar Tang’s engine doesn’t reach your ears through the hammering of your heart. Seated firmly over Law’s hips, you carefully sink down on his hard cock, using your hand to guide him inside you little by little.

You have never really been on top of him before, as it’s always Law who takes the lead, and the stretch is brutal. You’re starting to realize that him fooling around with you before sex isn’t just because he likes to tease you, he’s intentionally prepping you, clearly knowing you’d have a hard time taking him if he didn’t.

Not wanting to prove him right, you push the thoughts from your mind and force your hips to descend a bit lower. It’s not that it’s difficult, as you’re completely sopping wet, but the intense burn makes your legs stutter a bit.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Law watches your scrunched up face. “Slow down, you’re hurting yourself.”

“No, it feels good.” You’re only half lying. Despite his size, the feeling of Law’s hard member pushing past that tight ring of muscles is downright addicting, and you’re glad he doesn’t make any serious attempts to stop you.

“Just be careful.” He growls. Even though he finds it incredibly arousing to watch you struggle this much without him in control, the idea that it’s from pain and not pleasure sours it.

You must be almost at the base now, feeling like you couldn’t possibly take him any further. Your hips still for a moment, both hands on his chest now, waiting for the sting to dissipate a little and for your body to stop trembling.

Law is trying not to let it show how amazing the tightness feels, but the way your small hole is gripping him in an effort to accommodate his size has him going a little wild. “Done already?” he teases.

“No, I’m just making sure you can take it. Wouldn’t want to go too fast for you.” It’s a weak attempt to hit back, but you’re sort of focused on other things at the moment.  

“Look, if you need my help getting it in…”

“Shut up.” You force yourself to move a little, slowly lifting your hips and pushing them down again. You’re so completely soaked that he glides in and out easily despite the size difference between you.

The tightness of the fit makes you feel every vein, and the ridge of his tip drags against you in a way that spreads a delicious heat through your body. The sting is purely enjoyable now, quickly turning into a throbbing pleasure in your abdomen. You’re moving a little faster now, loving the way his fat member pushes against your walls in all the right places.

Law waits a little until he’s sure you’re no longer in discomfort before speaking. “Not to ruin it for you, but I’m only about two thirds of the way in.” He deadpans, and before you even get a chance to process what he said, he shoves his hips up to slide even further into you.

You make a sound between a gasp and a whine. He’s already far enough inside to roughly press into your g-spot, and another thrust has him buried to the hilt. You can feel him nestled into that place deep inside of you that has your entire body tingling with pure bliss. Try as you might, you can never reach that spot by yourself, and your brain shuts off a little from how good it feels.

“Theeere we go. You did that almost by yourself.” He coos, and it sounds almost soft for his standards, mocking you over how you’ve begun to quiver again.

Words fail you, and so do your hips. Leaning forward, you try to shift more of your weight to your arms in an attempt to help your legs find their strength, but another well-timed thrust from Law has you collapsing fully into his chest.

He’s crammed so deep inside you that you feel lightheaded. “Shut up, Law.” Is all the response you can manage, desperate to hide the fact that you’re close already. Fuck, you can’t let him gain control this quickly, especially not when he’s literally tied up underneath you.

But Law is having too much fun to humour you any longer. Clearly done pretending you were ever in control, he doesn’t give you a moment to collect yourself, knowing you’d just try to get back up again. So, he simply starts thrusting into you like this, quickly building up an intense pace.

The feeling is heavenly, and you don’t even bother to move anymore. Why would you, with his chest so warm and comfortable beneath you, his heavy breathing and beating heart the only sounds you can register, and the dragging of his cock inside you the only thing you can feel?

Your mind is empty save for the powerful force of his movements, and it’s like the only thing you can feel is him and the way he’s splitting you open. A small part of you is still torn between wanting to resist the tension steadily forming in your abdomen, and wanting to simply give in to the increasing pleasure. But deep down, you know this is a struggle you’re doomed to lose, and you couldn’t be more delighted about it.

Unbeknownst to you, Law saw right through you the moment you asked to be on top. He knows how he is in bed, loving to disarm you before having his fun. And he knows you’re trying to do the same to him. Granted, he didn’t expect you to pull out a pair of handcuffs, but that only makes the prospect of ruining you all the more exciting. He revels in your moans as he keeps pounding your insides, forcing them to accept the entirety of his length.

“Aah- L- Law. C- close.” It’s no wonder, since he’s been ramming repeatedly into your g-spot for the past couple minutes. You’re gripping his shoulders, but the powerful rush you’re bracing for never comes, as his movements grind to a halt.

“I know you are.” It’s unfair how steady his voice sounds again, you think. “But I thought you wanted to take over this time, no?” You have to hold back on the sudden urge to slap him, maybe another time.

“Yeah, but-”

“Unless you need me to do it after all?” His eyes are piercing yours, and you can tell where he is going with this. “You know what I want.”

Fuck it. It feels too good. Your dignity would wait for another day. “Law, please, I need you. Please make me cum. I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

He smirks at how easy it was to get you to beg and picks up the pace again. You’re barely prepared for the speed at which he’s shoving into you, and you’re all but wailing at the pleasure threatening to overcome you for the second time that night.

“Couldn’t even take my cock without help, huh? Had to tie me up like that would do anything.” Law’s voice is a little strained from how fast his hips are ramming into you, but he still lets out a short raspy laugh at how far gone you are.

The pressure finally flows over. Your entire body is on fire, the orgasm he’s giving you making you shake and convulse, and the way your mouth is ripped open does nothing to stop the incoherent sounds from leaving your lips. All you can do is lie on Law’s chest and accept the pleasure he’s giving you, feeling the tingling rush in every nerve in your body.

You’re slowly coming down, utterly spent and beginning to feel very sensitive. The same cannot be said for Law, who is still going at the same pace as before and shows no sign of wanting to stop.

“Law…” You say weakly. “’s too much.” But you don’t make any big attempts at stopping him, the drag of his cock against your insides too delicious to pass up even if it means getting a little overstimulated. You manage to push yourself up now, having regained some strength in your arms, and your gaze falls on his face.

God, he’s beautiful like this.

Law’s hair is even messier than before, and the way his arms are held above his head shows off his heaving torso. You move his tank top further up his chest, fingers gliding over his tattoo. He opens his eyes at your touch, having closed them in an effort not to cum at the feeling of your orgasm pulsating around him.

When Law notices you looking, his eyes narrow again, the mischievous expression back. “Trying to act all tough and in charge when you can’t even fuck yourself on my cock for more than a minute?” But you notice a softness in his gaze that wasn’t there before, and the way he’s a little breathless shows you how much he is also losing himself in the pleasure, despite his best efforts to remain in control. Fuck, you could cum again just from the sight of his heavy, dark eyes and the way he bites into his lip.

You look down to hide the blush creeping up your face at the sight of your hot boyfriend, and you gaze falls on his stomach. The muscles in his abdomen flex every time he raises his hips, and the sight is not helping at all to clear your head. You’re the one biting your lip now, and you slide your hands up to his wrists, where the manacles are grazing his skin. You really need to feel his hands on you. “Law, you can take them off, you’ve proven your point.”

To your utter surprise, he shakes his head. “No, I don’t think I have, actually. I need you to remember how I can still wreck you even with my arms tied.” But his words don’t have the same bite to them as before. He must be close, too. Despite how he is always fully in charge when you start to have sex, Law’s self-control tends to crack a little when he loses himself in the heat of the moment, and he becomes eager in a way you could almost describe as passionate.

You know you have a chance at getting him under your thumb a little if you play your cards right, and it’s not a tough hand to play when he’s under you like this. All you need to do is to feed his craving for affection, and he will be in no condition to push back, forced to let himself indulge in the feeling of being loved.

Your hands caress the skin of his arms as they slide down to his shoulders. You bend down do kiss the lowest part of his chest that you can reach in your current position, and work your way up to his collarbones, slowly, like you have all the time in the world. Law shudders under your touch, the unusual feeling of surrendering to this kind of tenderness is giving him goosebumps.

When your mouth reaches the lower part of his neck, he lets out a raspy breath that barely conceals a moan, and you slide your hands under his shirt again, tenderly tracing where you know tattoos are etched into his skin.

“Fuck.” You mutter.

Seriously, how is he this beautiful?

He’s panting, teeth clenched, mouth twitching ever so slightly. His eyes are fluttering a little from the effort of keeping them open, but all it’s doing is showing off the long, black eyelashes framing them. You can’t stop you hand from wandering up to his tousled hair, lightly tracing over the ridge forming between his black eyebrows on the way up.

Law groans when your hand finds its way to his scalp, alternating between massaging it and lightly tugging his hair. You tentatively use your grip to tilt his head back, wanting better access to his neck, and to your surprise, he doesn’t resist.

You can practically feel how close he is, his thrusts getting more desperate although he’s fighting to keep his pace consistent. You feel him in every part of you, and that, coupled with the sight in front of you, has you rushing to the edge as well.

But you need to hear him before letting yourself fall. Just once is enough. You need to make him moan, make him prove you right in your suspicion that he’s just as hopelessly in love with you as you are with him. That he’s just as much at his partner’s mercy as he always pretends only you are.

So, you give his hair a particularly firm tug, practically pinning his head back on the pillow. The reaction is immediate. Law lets out a breathy moan, and when you start being rougher on his neck, sucking hickeys, nipping at his skin, he can’t hold back anymore.

“Ahh- ah… y/n…”

Your orgasm hits you like a truck, and before you know it, you’re cumming again. You barely register it at first, so focused on pushing Law over the edge that you hadn’t noticed how close you were. The raw force of your orgasm makes you let out a high-pitched whine, but the intensity keeps building instead of decreasing, and you swear every single muscle in your body is shaking.

Law follows you only a second later, releasing himself inside of you with a stuttering groan, an expression of unmasked pleasure on his face. You’ve never seen him this lost in the moment before, this open. So expressive you can clearly trace every new surge of his orgasm from his face alone. And it’s mesmerizing.

There’s something so intimate about seeing your boyfriend, usually in full control of every situation he’s in, be so desperately out of control for once. So helpless. All because of you. All because you can make him experience a pleasure so overwhelming he doesn’t know what to do with himself. With no hope of regaining any semblance of composure as long as you’re making him feel good.

You could spend hours watching him like this, hypnotized by the agonizing bliss written all over his face, listening to every sound he makes from rough groans to breathless whines. But eventually, his movements become weaker before dying out completely, which is lucky as you really couldn’t have taken more after the second round.

You’re both coming down from your respective highs now, motionless except for the occasional twitching of your sore hips and law’s cock releasing the last of his intense orgasm inside you. He’s still breathing heavily under you, and you watch the bobbing of his adam’s apple in awe as he swallows dryly.

The silence between you is a comfortable one, and you make no move to untie him as you let yourself enjoy the moment a bit longer. You keep kissing around his neck and collarbones, savouring the minutes you still have, knowing you have a limited number of them before Law’s mind is back to normal.

But you’re surprised that he lets you treat him so tenderly for as long as he does, and your curiosity makes you look up. After all, you need to make sure he hasn’t died, either from the intensity of his orgasm, or from the shame of it happening while being tied up. But Law is simply looking back at you, a slightly amused expression on his face.

“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” He asks with the slightest smirk tugging at his lips.

“Seems I’m not the only one.” You tease back. You’re half joking, half trying to get him to accept the fact that giving over to pleasure can be quite nice sometimes. You need this more often, and start playing with the idea of actually acquiring a pair of seastone cuffs. Just in case he refuses to let you be on top again.

“Hm. Yeah I guess I did.” He looks like he’s pondering some deep philosophical question, and you can’t help but giggle a bit at the sight.

“Don’t you want to remove those? You’ve definitely proven your point now.”

“Oh, right.” With the help of his room, Law removes the shackles and lets his arms rest on your lower back, wincing slightly at the soreness. “My shoulders are killing me, though.”

You start rubbing them, letting your fingers work their way up and down his neck as well, anything for an excuse to let your hands roam his body a little longer.

“You know, I did quite enjoy that, actually.” He says, and he has the nerve to sound surprised. As though having his partner sit on his dick for the better portion of an hour while kissing every part of him isn’t something generally considered enjoyable. “I’d be ok doing that again at some point.”

“Really?” You perk up. “So, like, next time?”

“No.”

“The time after that then!”

“Hm. No.” He sounds like he’s trying to deliver some bad news to a sick patient in a gentle but straightforward manner.

“Ok, so when?”

“Maybe like every 10th time or so would be ok.”

“Law, we are not doing one of those ‘buy 10 get 1 free’ deals they have at coffee shops. Not for sex.” You really have to refrain from throwing in his face that this was by far the most intense orgasm he has had since you two have been together. Maybe in his life, from how befuddled he still looks. That last thought makes your chest swell a bit.

“You’re saying this should be a spur of the moment thing?” Law looks at you as though you’re the one being unreasonable here, making you fight back an eye roll.

“Yes.” You explain, unable to really be mad at him, with his innocently curious expression and tousled bed-hair making him look incredibly cute. There’s something very wholesome about him when his eyes aren’t carrying their usual steely expression. “Can you imagine how much less fun this would have been if you had known about the handcuffs the entire time?”

“Hm. Maybe…”

Though you would love to keep discussing with him like this, your hips are very sore and starting to cramp up from the position. You shift a little in an attempt to allow more blood flow to reach your legs, but Law notices and takes this as his cue to move as well. He helps you lift yourself off of him and gets up from the bed.

“Can you stand?”

“Are you offering to carry me? Because then, no.” You joke, and you know his sigh is theatrical as he bends down to pick you up.

Law, being a doctor, is always very particular about aftercare, and you’ve always loved that aspect about him. It’s one of those things that shows you how much he cares for you and your wellbeing, a welcome contrast to his usually stern exterior. He walks to the bathroom and sets you down on the toilet to pee while he cleans himself up in the sink.

When you’re done, he cleans you up as well with a damp towel, and as he bends down to reach between your legs, you notice the dark red marks littering his neck. You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed them before, but now that your mind is clear again, they’re impossible to miss. Law notices your touch on his neck and inspects himself in the bathroom mirror after rinsing the used cloth.

His eyes lock on yours through the reflection with a dark, teasing expression, almost as if trying to scold you lightly. “Every 10th time is ok.” Law only smirks at your whines of protest, carrying you back to bed.

All right, seastone cuffs it is. That’s your last thought before drifting off into a deep, comfortable sleep.

Thanks for reading! This is the 3rd and final part of this mini series. I hope you liked it ;) (This is my fic, don't repost! Reblogs are always appreciated <3)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Tag Game: Scenes I will never forget

Rules: Share 5-10 scenes you can't forget. Not your favourites, the ones that got stuck in your brain for any reason.

Tagged by @thisonelikesaliens 😘

I love this prompt, because a lot of tags are about favorites, but there are so many scenes that have more complexity than that, and are harder to classify. Going to stick to QL, since that's what most in my head these days.

1. Until We Meet Again was one of my earliest BLs, and one of the most impactful. From the first episode, I was so struck by how Korn had forced Intouch to watch him die, and how utterly traumatizing that must have been. This is not meant in a victim-blaming way at Korn for his choice, he was in so much pain, but he did do something that hurt the one he loved the most in the most brutal way possible and I needed it to be fully acknowledged. And then, close to the end, we got the moment that both destroyed me, and absolutely needed to happen for the story as a whole to work. Intouch finally had a chance to express his pain and trauma over what Korn did. Fluke's acting here gave me chills, and the catharsis I needed.

Close second is the scene with the fathers of Korn & Intouch tying the red threads, which made me cry so hard I've never been able to watch it again.

2. Manner of Death. This was the first BL I watched that wasn't romance-focused, and I ate it up with a spoon. But it was also quite a powerful and raw story. When the killer is murdering Jane, and you understand all of the despair and confusion and hurt that Jane is experiencing at the hands of someone she utterly loved and trusted, it's both heartbreaking and unforgettable.

Since none of us want to see that in gif form, as solace, have Great shirtless.

3. DNA Says Love You. I will never stop talking about how underappreciated this series is. Because Amber is a very internal character, we learn things about him slowly. But what really sticks out to me is this scene, where is he eating the cake that he used to have with this family as a child. And the memories that come back are just so overwhelming. Le and his mother at this point have no context, just see their guest crying over cake, but are still so sweet and kind despite their bewilderment.

4. Not Me. Needs no explanation. Honestly, I could pick about 10 scenes from this series. I am so beyond excited P'Nuchy is coming back to direct again.

5. Perfect 10 Liners. I know I'm not the only one who connected fiercely with Faifa, and how deft he was at wearing a positive face over his pain. I will never forget his face in this moment, while the rest of his family is happily reconnecting, and completely ignoring him and his obvious feelings, because they only ever care to see the illusion when he is present.

6. He's Coming to Me. Another series that doesn't get talked about nearly enough. The early scene with Med walking through the graveyard, as time passes and people change around him, visiting all the other graves while he is alone, has always stayed with me. It evokes such bittersweet sadness for Med, until it's broken by the first appearance of Thun.

7. Ghost Host Ghost House. What can I say, I like my ghost stories. I could pick multiple options from this show, but in this case, I have to go with the couch scene, because it's one of the best "dear lord give me strength" moments ever from Pluem, while Kawin, of course, knows exactly what he's doing with those short shorts, the little devil. They are telling us so much with zero dialogue.

8. Old Fashion Cupcake. Almost this entire series lives in my head, but the confession is just an incredibly directed and acted scene. Continuous shot, the camera matching the chaotic energy of the actors, following Nozue as he gets increasingly desperate to flee, and Togawa as he gets increasingly desperate to keep Nozue with him, culminating in both one of the best kisses, and one of the most painful moments, as Togawa thinks he's just lost Nozue forever.

9. Secret Crush on You. A lot of credit goes to the translators for this moment, where they did such an incredible job expressing the beauty and respect in Intouch's manner of speech to Daisy, and all that it conveyed. There is so much we miss due to translations, and I will never forgot someone taking the time to make sure we understood the important context between the words, for such an important character and all she represented.

10. Semantic Error. This one also has so many moments I could pick, but this scene, the code switching in their conversation, the kiss, and what it says about the characters, has a permanent rent free spot in my brain.

I also feel like I need to do an honorable mention for Sorn jacking Jun into a koi pond as a series intro, because I don't think I'll be forgetting that anytime soon.

No pressure tags @sunshinechay @infinitelyprecious @le-trash-prince @slayerkitty @poetry-protest-pornography

[krispdreemurr]

ok we're into the "ill post things behind read mores" phase of the spoiler policy. starting with some more coherent(?) thoughts on the whole thing

as you may have guessed from the two posts I couldn't resist making before the embargo ended, I am like... captivated by the whole carol and kris situation in the worst way. apologies to the Carol truthers who i doubted, but I don't think anyone called Kris being manipulated by her into trying to kidnap their mom and a cop, so,

it's just like. so. i had truly thought our presence in Kris' life was the worst thing, but it turns out we're the much more manageable source of overwhelming control.

(sidenote: hey remember all the reasons we already knew spamton triggered Kris? well now consider that spamton was being given phone calls by a mysterious entity w unknown orders and then when it got sick of him he was left to die,)

my current theory on what's up with all the Existentially Dubious Kris things and such btw is that to make room for the soul Kris' dark world self was deliberately killed or deleted or something, leaving a living body and mind that would need an external motivating force. kris can't go to the dark world without us because they don't exist there any more without us to form a dark self. this of course puts them in a worrying situation regarding the prophecy and someone possibly needing to die

but speaking of the prophecy and its ending um. susie. dear God Susie. emotional fucking Heart of the game. her being confronted with the horror aspects of deltarune over and over and every time being like Fuck You I Have My Friends was just beautiful. her relationship with notGerson was incredible. the healing arc and the piano arc and how those intersected in her learning it's ok for her to try and improve and get better even if someone else is better already... (did like Everyone pick the "if Susie plays too" option btw bc I haven't seen anyone say anything else fjkgkgk)

and god of course the Kris and Susie friendship. everything in church. them saving each other again and again tower climbing. the Susie award. kris leaping in against notnotGerson. sitting by the lake together after a long night. wuah

i also did warm up a lot to ralsei, yeah. it turning out that he was so smiley and benign and overprotective because he wanted every moment before the horror to be Nice for the two made him a lot more understandable to me. he's just fucking going through it. im glad kris hugs him willingly

the secrets this time... well. ch3 being "not applicable, but" because you do the whole weird route again but in video game form was pretty fucking ominous. the fact that freedom is now being even more strongly tied to the capacity to break things and do violence isn't ideal. i liked Susie coming in at the end and if Kris says they didn't have fun she's just like "so stop playing?" message to all weird route players: you don't gotta.

(and having seen the ch4 weird scenes I. may not. gotta)

also both the egg rooms were worrying in different ways. kris art therapy moments real

i'm just... so excited to see where things go from here. we already fought a fucking titan and won, what is even left to escalate. is kris going to be okay. is Susie gonna be okay.

and thank God I have only a year to wait!!!

[brainrotbee]

Guys, I found a fic hiding in my google docs. I thought it was mid at the time so I didn’t post it.

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“Remind me who owned this place again,” Charles said, leaning against a bannister in boredom.

“No one important,” Edwin replied distractedly. He phased his hand through a floorboard near Charles’s foot and felt around. Nothing. He was certain he would have hidden it there.

“Then why are we here?”

Edwin couldn’t help but tsk in irritation. He understood that it was terribly unfair to Charles to force him to look through a house he had no connections to but Edwin also didn’t feel like explaining. So instead, he continued his search.

His childhood bedroom looked nothing like it had when he’d left for school in the summer of 1916. So many people had owned it and redecorated that it might as well have been a display at one of those newfangled furniture stores. Even the very structure of the room had been changed with new flooring and different window patterns. The ship of Theseus came to mind but Edwin quickly dismissed it. He wanted to get out of this house as soon as possible, before it began dredging up old memories.

Even though it was likely futile, Edwin searched through the drawers of an old dresser left behind by a previous owner. Nothing. Where could the damn thing have disappeared to?

“You know, this could go a lot faster if you’d let me help,” Charles said. He leaned against the walls and raised his eyebrows at an angle that made Edwin lose his train of thought.

“I do not need help.” Edwin inhaled sharply and stuck his head through one of the walls. “We won’t be here long.”

“Can’t hear you, mate.”

Edwin sighed in frustration and pulled his head back out. “I said-” He faltered at the sight of a glint in the corner of the room. He crouched and found the baseboard was loose. How loose though? He pulled it back and felt his entire body tense in anticipation.

Nothing.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. This was so stupid. They had actual cases to be working on. He was wasting everyone’s time, most of all Charles’s. There were consequences to being dead; Edwin simply had to get used to them. He was being an idiot. There were far more upsetting things about his afterlife. It was honestly childish to be so fixated on something as insignificant as-

“Edwin?”

Edwin jumped and found Charles looking at him, his eyes brimming with concern. “You ok?”

“Perfectly well,” Edwin lied. “I’m being silly. Let’s just get back to the office.” He tried to stand but Charles caught his arm.

“What’s wrong?” Charles frowned. “You’re not acting like yourself.”

“It’s nothing,” Edwin insisted.

“You wouldn’t drag me to a random house for nothing.”

Edwin sighed again. Charles had impeccable interrogation skills. It was what made him a great detective, especially with how persistent he could be. It was also incredibly inconvenient at times. Edwin knew he was never going to drop it. The truth was quite simple. There was no reason Edwin couldn’t tell him. But as he opened his mouth, his throat felt as if it had closed up entirely.

“Hey,” Charles said, sensing his agitation. “It’s alright. I’m not going to force you to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

“I know.” Edwin looked away. “It’s silly,” he repeated.

“I bet it’s not.”

Edwin found himself fidgeting with his hands, a habit he’d tried for decades to break. “Do you recall how I left this morning to purchase a new book?”

“Yeah.”

“I lied.” Edwin finally looked up. He was met with the most beautiful shade of brown eyes. “I found out the last of my kin died recently. I wanted to look through her things before they got sold.”

“Oh my God, Edwin,” Charles breathed. “I’m so sorry.”

“I knew it would happen eventually.” Edwin shook his head. “My grand niece didn’t take very good care of her health.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I was hoping I’d find an heirloom, an old pocket watch.”

“But you didn’t,” Charles finished. “So you came here.”

“My old home.”

Charles nodded to himself, processing the information. Then he placed his hands on Edwin’s shoulders. “That sucks,” he said quietly. “Even if you won’t admit it.”

Edwin laughed but it sounded hollow. “It’s not as if I knew her.”

“Still.” Charles let his hands slide off of Edwin and smiled sympathetically. “It’s not fair that the world moves on without us.”

“It isn’t.” Edwin ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t even care about the watch. I just wanted a relic of sorts.” He swallowed. “Something to prove that I existed.”

Charles hummed. His arms swung slightly, the way they did when he was thinking. “That can be me,” he offered.

“What do you mean?”

“I wouldn’t be here without you,” Charles explained. “Neither would the agency. That’s proof, isn’t it?”

That brought a weak smile from Edwin. “I suppose you’re right.” He drew himself up and gestured towards the mirror they’d come from. “I believe we’re done here then.”

“If you still want a watch, I could always nick one from a jewelry store.”

“That won’t be necessary, Charles.”

“Seriously, how are they supposed to arrest a ghost? It would be the perfect heist.”

They reached the mirror and Edwin grabbed Charles’s hand as they went through. He squeezed it once before they came out the other side. Thank you.

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

the way my eyes bulged when u said alien art gaining an obsession with the romance genre.

he watches shows and movies in order to acclimatise himself to how he, Human Man Art™️, should act (baby no, it won’t work). and he just gets into watching romcoms, cheesy romance, all the tropes, all the eras, the super serious romance movies, the incredibly daft romantic shows.

he realises that he gets to pick which type of human he gets to act like, and instead of doing the normal thing of just picking up traits he likes, he decides to observe what youre more reciprocal towards, what kinda shows and the love interest in them - so he can try acting like the other half.

I mean there’s many possibilities with this but ‘kissing in the rain = peak romance’ and he’s dragging u outside almost drowning u AND suffocating u with his mouth like woah

Alien Art is OBSESSED

He's consuming every form of romantic media possible. Sifting through your bookshelves sorting out the well loved ones from the rest happy that majority are every kind of romance genre (contemporary, regency, historical, science fiction) getting blushy and shy when he spots erotic titles.

He's unfortunately invasive about it too rifling through your diary entries smiling at the smitten words lining the pages about him, endeared by hearts strewn along the columns and around his name

Yes he always peeks over at you gauging your reaction to every sappy movie you he's forced to sit through. Taking notes on how to act like the guys in those films, practicing pick up lines and kisses in the bathroom mirror. He’s especially locked in when he realizes you’re completely entranced during intense explicit scenes, jaw slack open with dilated pupils to match

you think he’s judging you after he catches you replaying your favorite scenes on your phone late at night so you stop entirely or only do it again when he’s reading the newest tennis magazine Patrick gifted him from half price books or watching reruns of NASA’s official live streams

He’s so depressed the day he finds out you’re hiding from him making you feel embarrassed is the last thing he wants to do :(

I love the idea of him transfixed with the stereotypical rain kiss. He’s constantly on the weather app planning for the perfect moment when a thunder storm rolls through. You’re sat rewatching twilight when lighting strikes all of a sudden he's dragging you outside and smashing his mouth against yours (this is before you taught him how to kiss) it's so uncomfortable for you. His tongue is down your throat, nose smushed against your’s you can’t breathe properly but he's glowing after he pulls back, his clothes drenched blonde curls are sopping wet covering his eyes with a huge smile laced on his face, his cheeks and birthmarks a vibrant pink color. You don't have the heart to tell him he did a bad job

[orxinus]

I can’t get your Euclidia Rises AU out of my head! I can’t wait to see where the story goes!

I just keep thinking about how freaking ANGRY Ford is going to be when the “medicine” Bill’s parents keep spiking his milk with finally kicks in and suddenly his artsy little triangle boyfriend can’t SEE anymore.

I mean think about it. Just think about how freaking important Bill’s vision is to him, in this AU particularly. Because if he can’t see, then he can’t see the stars, can’t see the other dimensions Ford wants to show him, can’t even see FORD anymore. Like just imagine how freaking lonely that would be for both of them. Because if Bill can’t see, then he can’t see the third dimension, so he can’t see Ford when he stops by to check on him, floating above his home all the time like a giant foreboding Eldrich “guardian angel,” and he can’t find his way through the portal and out of Euclydia to spend time with Ford either. And for that matter he can’t make art anymore, on the second OR third dimensions, which is the one thing he loves to do more than anything. Or at least the aforementioned things are going to be really difficult for him. And he’s not even going to have his parents because he’s going to be angry and hurt and resentful of them for doing that to him in the first place. While also possibly pulling away from his other friends as well because he’s resentful of the whole world/system that led his parents to do this to him, and he just wants to see Ford again: the only being he’s ever met who understands him.

Meanwhile imagine Ford popping in above Euclydia just to like, check on Bill be cheeky and mess with Bill a little while he’s going about his day, and for some reason when he looks down and waves, Bill doesn’t respond. Like, imagine what goes through his head.

Is he ignoring me? How dare he ignore me? Have I upset him again? He was fine when we said goodbye last time. So why does he look so upset? Wait, can he not see me?! What happened?! WHAT DID THEY DO?!?!

In this AU Ford is likely trying to hide how much Bill actually matters to him, just like Bill did to Ford in canon Gravity Falls, but that’s Ford’s only friend right there. Like yes, this is Megalomaniac basically-a-god Ford, so I can definitely see Ford coming up with a solution almost immediately. Like imagine him being forced into a position where after he finally gets Bill in front of him again, (because Bill leaving Euclydia is going to be so much harder without his vision) he has to actually show some empathy and console Bill enough so that the triangle isn’t in hysterics anymore, before whipping up some miracle cure to restore his vision. (Also assuming they’re also toxic in this AU, Ford might also use this incident to manipulate Bill later.)

-But not before getting really angry that anyone would do that to his triangle in the first place. Partly because he doesn’t like seeing Bill in pain (not that he’ll ever admit that) but also partly because of indignation, his own pride, and possibly even a streak of possessiveness. Like, “He’s mine, and he’s perfect. The only worthwhile thing on your pathetic little flat plane of existence. How dare you?” (Not that he’ll admit that either)

Just saying. Fordsy is gonna lose his SHIT.

(Or he might not. It’s your amazing story. And your phenomenal artwork! I can’t wait to see where it goes! Keep up the incredible work!!!)

interesting think piece! unfortunately i will be imploding in the next 5 seconds

[ludinusdaleth]

A List of C3 Foreshadowing in Critical Role

when c3 was airing, a primary criticism was that its plot points about the gods, vasselheim, a second calamity, and similar ideas seemed to come out of nowhere, but when i watched the past campaigns, i felt i recalled quite a few examples of the opposite. i decided to start this compilation upon my rewatch to help aid the meta and highlight foreshadowing i definitely noticed. a few notes before i start:

-as my intention is to prove these themes were present pre c3, this will include quotes from any canon game pre c3. this means c1, c2, & exu prime; i will also include calamity as it is technically a precursor to what c3 covers and aired before the apogee solstice.

-matt said he did not explicitly consider the emotional toll of the gods' actions during the calamity until c2. so any god-related lore example i pull from c1 was likely not directly intended as a questioning of the entire pantheon's morals. however, as many things that happen in c1 were scrutinized by some fans pre-c3, and are pulled directly into c3 and addressed, i will add them. it is more than likely matt did intend hints to a second calamity, however, as matt has discussed in interviews since c1 that he wanted a big crossover and major final threat.

-i will not be including all crises of faith or character opinions on the gods unless they directly feed into c3's themes, as those are personal to the pcs and dont contribute to the argument except to clarify folk have differing beliefs. i also wont include all foreshadowing ever made because it's not all relevant to my point.

-you dont have to interpret these exactly as i do and you dont have to feel the same way about c3 as i do. this is just a post proving that elements of c3 always existed before when common meta arguments explicitly state otherwise.

-lets just get the big one out of the way, with the raven queen & vax. you can interpret their relationship any way you wish; it is clear that vax holds incredible respect for her by the end and has accepted his duty under her. in a way there is love there, a queen and her knight. i personally do not think their deals are all that unfair. but people have debated their relationship forever, and it is worth noting in campaign 3 episode 121 "a new age begins", that the raven queen outright says she "held [vax] as my own greedily for too long". so lets read them within the context of how the raven queen ultimately views their dynamic. in campaign 1 episode 45, "those who walk away...", after vax makes his deal, his symbol to sarenrae is "very heavily tarnished, and the metal itself seems to have cracked in three places"; the rq had no need to sunder his faith in another prime diety but did so anyway. she always refers to him possesively as hers - for example in in campaign 1, episode 90, "voice of the tempest", she tells vax: "you are still mine", a small comment but it adds to her own thesis. in campaign 1, episode 103, "the fate touched", she says, "perhaps you will keep me company [...] my beautiful thing". she is deeply possessive, in ways that buck the notion of impartial godhood (when folk insisted no god had humanity in old discourse) and it seems far more overreaching than a deal at times. that didnt come out of nowhere.

-in campaign 1, episode 13, "escape from the underdark", kima says that vasselheim locks away forces and forces people to forget them: "The least they could do was to seal both [Orcus] horns across the world from each other and forget that it even existed. Which worked well until recently. [...] If it couldn't be destroyed, at the very least we could convene and decide a safer place to possibly reseal it and forget. There are magical ways of forcing those of us who know how to forget." this is consistent with c3, where vasselheim at the gods behest hides knowledge of predathos/ethedok/vordo for the entire age, bringing in judicators on foreign soil to ensure that knowledge is kept hidden. the fact that kima, headstrong & independent, easily accepts this fact given her upbringing, shows how normalized it is in vasselheims society. and, in both the horn of orcus & predathos's case, it's clear sealing away and forgetting doesnt solve shit.

-vasselheim is presented as highly conservative off the bat. in campaign 1, episode 16, "to vasselheim", they get defensive and haughty at the notion vox machina having arcane magic, and they are not allowed to use it within its walls. while we obviously dont acknowledge tiberius now, when tiberius casts a spell to look gold scaled, yonn admonishes him saying "I would be mindful to not do such things so openly in the future". yonn is outwardly racist to tiberius for being red scaled since yonn is a follower of bahamut, the metallic dragon god: "I'm going to take it you don't see very many dragonborn in these parts?" "No, and frankly you're making me a bit nervous."

-in campaign 1, episode 38, "echoes of the past", gilmore states of vecna: "you have enough individuals that believe you're a god, that willpower is strong enough to keep you enduring."

-in campaign 1 episode 41, allura says, "If Vasselheim still stands, I-- knowing its history, that is one of the most fortified cities, the most fortified city in our civilization. It's endured two great wars, and has been the starting point of each cycle." the fourth age does indeed begin in vasselheim.

-vasselheim refuses to aid tal'dorei or wildemount against the chroma conclave. in campaign 1 episode 43, "return to vasselheim", vord says, among a shitton of other quotes about protecting vasselheim, that "should Vasselheim fall, I dare say all is lost" and that "It is only here that those who are the most devout could truly have the hearts and minds to guide us" while it is fine to want to support your own city, it is noted how angry vord gets when the dwendallian empire will not aid vasselheim and how they need aid from others to defend from the titan. this arrogance that only they should survive and know best leads to them invading marquet in c3.

-also in campaign 1, episode 43, "return to vasselheim", going back to that vord interaction:

vord: "It is only here that those who are the most devout could truly have the hearts and minds to guide us, Bahamut forbid, into a Fourth Age."

keyleth: "So, if this is the Third Age, does that mean the Fourth is upon us?"

vord: "i hope not."

multiple gods in the final arc share a fear of another calamity and outright say so to the bells. more on them later.

-in campaign 1 episode 54, "in the belly of the beast", keyleth says something that perfectly encapsulates what theme cr ends up embodying: "You know, as druids, I was raised to have an interesting perspective on the gods. We are taught that nature is the one true powerful force. I have yet to see a god control the sunrise and the sunset, so therefore it's hard for me to sometimes have the same faith in these gods. Personally, I believe that just because you're immortal doesn't make you infallible. These gods can be great ambassadors of their virtues and what they represent, or they can be horrible disgraces to their domains. And just because some self-proclaimed person or deity decides that they want control? Doesn't mean that they have to have control over me. Now, this does not mean that I do not respect the gods and the power that they wield, but, I mean, for the love of Sarenrae, we have seen Pike do many a powerful thing. So, therefore, I do not respect the gods any more than I respect the living people who are standing beside me at this moment. [...] Maybe this [deal with the Raven Queen] can be a fine partnership. A fine endeavor to do with her, and then once we save the world and we retire and some other young prodigies come forward to save the world again, then we can thank her for her services and move on. I don't think you will always need her. And, keep in mind, the one true thing that gives these gods their power are their worshipers. So I guess I'll let you choose what you want to be." keyleth is proven entirely right here with astounding victory; even her comment about pike is proven entirely right when she can still heal when sarenrae is gone.

-this is a bit of a stretch, and open to interpretation, but in campaign 1 episode 18, "the trial of the take", it is mentioned that "Through the blessing and touch of Melora in this district they are able to treat the land as magically fertile territory to grow." in campaign 1 episode 57 "duskmeadow" this is reinforced with "There's almost like a lush forest that curls around the outside of it that doesn't match the rest of the indigenous trees you've seen in this area of Othanzia", and of the raven queen's domain: "the downside is that the power of these glyphs that prevent undeath also prevent any actual vegetation from existing in this area as well. So all the ground that you've come across: no grass, no natural vegetation. It's just dirt and ash and dust." with the theme in c3 of the gods being a colonizing force, these things show me that the gods will twist natural order - melora is putting non indigenous plants in a new area, and the matron doesnt allow anything to grow when death is a cycle, nothing to even decompose. i may be reaching for sure, but well before c3 i noticed this and it fundamentally bothered me, and ive seen others note it too.

-in campaign 1 episode 57 "duskmeadow", the raven queen says: Without death, life has no meaning. "Finality drives change, innovation, greatness. It is the end that I bring that drives all of your gracious creations of this land to make the world better than we did, than those before me did."

-from campaign 1, episode 103, "the fate touched": "gods, as they currently exist, their worship is what sustains their importance and viability in the various planes."

-in campaign 1, episode 104, "elysium", sarenrae says, "Understand, in order for any of us to directly interfere to seal a god like we did once long ago, we would have to tear down the Divine Gate and that would release an entirely new armageddon upon your world."

-in campaign 1, episode 104, "elysium", sarenrae says of her followers, "we learn from each other."

-in campaign 1, episode 104, "elysium", sarenrae says, "but for everything great that we may have created, you continue to create far better. Our existence brings threat. We've brought two calamities before. We try and avoid a third. Whether we diminish in time or just maintain this balance, it's you, and your children, and your children's children, that hold the keys to the future of your lives, your people, your culture, and us."

-this one is more up to interpretation but i think of it often. in campaign 1 episode 105, elysium, vex sees pelor behind the sun: "you can see the faint features, the soft cheeks, the hairless head, and the bright warm eyes of he who brings the dawn". to me, this felt like a poetic proof that the gods were people behind their divinity.

-pretty much the entire vecna arc reiterates again and again, via the gods themselves at times, that mortals do not inherently need the gods anymore but the gods need them. quoteth ioun, in campaign 1 episode 106, "the endless atheneum": "We, the creators, did breathe the beauty into this world, we planted the seeds that would blossom into this incredible weave of Exandria. However, what is the purpose of the parent but to teach what they can, then set the children free? [...] We now stay to inspire, to guide, to guard the Gate, to keep the hate of ignorance we spawned in our hubris from burning away everything. The rest is up to you. We need you, perhaps, but you do not need us."

-in dalens closet, vax who has spent time in the raven queen's realm says "i am imperfect. as are the gods."

-now we're in campaign 2 territory, and references ive noted start later on. this example could be unrelated, but i note it: in campaign 2, episode 45, "the stowaway", they find a pre calamity mural of the cosmos: "one, there's no Divine Gate shown [...] You get the sense this was designed before the Divine Gate was ever created. Number two, there is an additional shape. Smaller than the rest. A tiny, ruby-like circle that floats in the Astral Sea, that is not tethered to anything, and seems to not really fit within your understanding of the cosmos." predathos, that you?

-in campaign 2, episode 60, "a turtle by any other name", kord says with such anguish, "we've all done terrible things." definitely caught my ear, that he knows wrong was done.

-throughout all the campaigns, characters wonder at breaking cycles. there are literally too many examples of this to count, but id particularly note any conversation where the m9 talk with the bright queen. for this angle, ill cite beau in campaign 2, episode 63, "intervention", explicitly saying "we can help you break the cycle" to leylas, and leylas saying it is impossible, to her eyes, to break. they can all see it even if they cant really see it. it is a function of their universe.

-in campaign 2, episodes 74, "manifold morals" & 76 "refjorged", beau & caleb meet a researcher called demid sunlash who is obsessed with ruidis. "Ruidus itself, some are believed to have been either a pre-creation, back when the elements themselves were consuming all of Exandria, but others believe may have not originally existed, may have been a creation by the Betrayer Gods and was some sort of long-running mysterious plot that was cut short during the end of the Calamity and when they were banished away. That's what I'm certainly curious about." he says there are "too many prying eyes and ears" when beau & caleb ask for information in public.

-in campaign 2, episode 89, "lingering wounds", matt says, "Mind you, based on the scrolls that had to be hustled out of Vasselheim by Obann and members of the Angel of Irons cult, you have information to at least make you think that that information is very, very, very intentionally near impossible to find." to me this is good setup for vasselheim completely concealing the two dead gods, and far more.

-let's talk about jester & artagan, what i think is c2's main thesis that fits into c3. jester's mere belief in artagan causes him to gain more power. i will not be including every single snippet, as this is brought up multiple times, but here are the strongest examples: in campaign 2, episode 94, "with great power..." artagan explicitly says "With each new faith, I could find myself, I could feel myself becoming what you believed." it becomes established more & more through the narrative that jester may be equal to/have more power than artagan; in campaign 2, episode 96, "family shatters", beau wonders this aloud, saying "i think she might be, like, more of a god than this fuckhead is"; in campaign 2, episode 107, "devoutness and dicks", artagan tells jester "whatever strength I've been giving you, it's just been more of a boost"; artagan tells jester "i trust in your power, you've proven it time and time again" in campaign 2, episode 114, "an open window"; in campaign 2 episode 124, "a walk to warmer welcomes", artagan says "you're the magic ones, silly mortals"; and in the finale, artagan outright says, "You don't need me. You never did. [...] You've proven that, how strong you are. I better give you a push here and there, lend you some of my power, but all the rest is you."

-aeor's mere existence is a massive setup to what happens in c3, and i think most of its moral arguments exist in that campaign. but we visit it and note all of it in c2. it is known that "[aeor] had wished to construct weapons or a weapon, that would be capable of perhaps even killing a god. And for a brief moment in time, both Prime and Betrayer turned an eye towards this city and brought it to ruin" (from campaign 2, episode 108, "frigid propositions"). when beau researches in campaign 2 episode 110, "dinner with the devil", she finds records that aeor "was driven by the belief that mortality-- the gift of magic to the mortal was a gift as well as a challenge by the gods to eventually show that the creations can become the creator," and says "that belief varied throughout the populace there, but those in power firmly felt that there was... there was a drive to, whether it be to save Exandria from the destruction of the coming Calamity by eliminating the Pantheon entirely, or for personally selfish reasons. There's no specific record." it's gray territory why aeorians wanted to do this, and if they did all want to, even early on. this is further hinted at in campaign 2, episode 122, "nothing ventured, nothing gained", where the writer of the somnovem journal is "pontificating about their politics, and whether they were indeed a unified people as some archivists suggest". "it suffered tumult within", confirms halas, who studied it, in campaign 2, episode 125, "the neverending day".

-there are soooo many hints to ludinus. in campaign 2 episode 48, "homeward bound", the m9 find that the cerberus assembly is studying dunamancy and how to control it, and a set of notes near the research says "I surmise [the kryn] have been learning to bend and break the threads of destiny for hundreds of years. Be this truth, I cannot imagine the Raven Queen looks down upon them favorably either, though the thought brings a laugh to my lips", which could be ludinus's notes. in campaign 2, episode 84, "titles and tattoos", oremid lets slip that "whatever Ludinus is attempting to ascertain with this beacon, is important". yussa expresses caution about ludinus's intelligence and allura is scared of him a few episodes later in campaign 2, episode 87, "punishment and politics"; in campaign 2 epiaode 109 "frigid propositions" , vess says not to trust ludinus. campaign 2 episode 115, "fetching friends & frosty secrets", dagen disagrees with him being called good people. ludinus nonstop sneers at the kryn's "religious drivel" in campaign 2, episode 88, "unwanted reunions". in the aeor arc the m9 find an aeorian ruin that ludinus & his annex is overseeing excavation of; in campaign 2, episode 119, "malice and mystery below", caduceus is told "what catches you odd and makes you feel the shiver down your spine as you climb through this tree, is the way that it's twisting, the coloration of the leaves and the branches: Very reminiscent of the Savalirwood, specifically the corrupted portions of it"; this connects ludinus to molaesmyr's corruption, he's exploring its cause.

-leylines & planes shifting are mentioned a few times vaguely in the story. i think a good implication of what they will do in c3 is in campaign one, episode 112, "dark dealings", where artagan says about him being trapped in the feywild, "Things rearrange every eon or so, and the ley lines that guide the paths shift, and I haven't been able to get back since." when the m9 finds ryn's notes in campaign 2, episode 129, "between a ball and a hot place", she suggests a lot is happening around that: "The theories on a pattern of change begin to peek through in some of the notes. A slow shift in the structure between the planes, and a possible sudden shift in the cosmic tapestry down the road. And you can see a lot of these notes, there's a combination of worry and excitement gleaned from them. This person is just pontificating about possible cosmic events down the road that could be catastrophic or very exciting and unique, remaking of the cosmos. [...] Possible change that could spell disaster or balance? Who knows? For instance, an example theory of the magnetic poles suddenly flipping earth. [...] I continue to find an aberration in my data pertaining to Exandria. A cyclical, months long, slow surge in low-level magical interference that then recedes just as slowly. Something that tangles my readings and upsets my analysis. It is too faint to identify the arcane nature at source, but I worry if this pertains to the shifting between the veils. Could be something very interesting. Something very frightening. Very wonderful. More tests are required."

-in campaign 2, episode 135, "the genesis ward", caleb finds aeorian papers that describe that "there are some books that detail elements of the study of creation, specifically creation of the Pantheon. Speaking of growing proof, from their perspective, that mortal minds and imagination gave form to the gods, not the other way around. There is elements of research regarding that and debate and papers fighting for both perspectives throughout that one particular book."

-the somnovem are definitely batshit, but they retain some sense of the past; in campaign 2 episode 138, "where there is a will..." they say that mortals face "the trials and toil of running the divine maze, under the alien minds of false gods".

-much like jester, zerxus also does not gain divine power from the pantheon. in calamity episode 1, "excelsior", it is said he "is a wielder of divine magic with no devotion to any deity to speak of. He has mastered the ability to call upon the divine simply as a champion of the people of Avalir."

-in calamity episode 1, "excelsior", purvan says, "She was one of us [mortals]. She does remember from whence she came. It is not their world any longer. Why would she not welcome us behind her?"

-in calamity episode 2, "bitterness and dread", brennan ponders, "if [the gods] have wars, if they squabble and bicker with each other, how inhuman can they be?"

-the hall of oracles in avalir is described in calamity episode 2, "bitterness and dread', as having "a connection to the divine without the use of gods"

-in calamity episode 3, "blood and shadow", loquatius says a theme of c3: "History is not true, all right? History is whatever people decide to put out into the public."

-you may dismiss zerxus as crazy, but in calamity episode 4, "fire and ruin", he hits the nail on the head saying that "[the gods] came and you shaped. you took, and you shaped, and you changed, but you didn't create a thing". and that "you are a child and you are lost. how do you not see that?"

-in calamity episode 4, "fire and ruin", evandrin says "Laerryn's vision was, from whence do the gods come? By what token do they award themselves that title, and what realms beyond could we explore"

-in calamity, we see that vespin chloras is not the wholly evil person we are taught he is throughout cr beforehand. it's a good tally in the idea that history was not taught without bias.

-in calamity episode 4, "fire and ruin", evandrin says, "I do not know whence the gods came from, but I know that you found it in your heart. I promise you, Zerxus, I will find that place. I will find the secret of how these worlds were made, and I will come and find you and bring you home." there is more acknowledgement the gods are alien, and evandrin will find their home.

-in exandria unlimited, episode 1, "the nameless ones", there's a ship called the blightstar with ruidian imagery, which contains the crown that will one day doom opal. i wouldnt say this is narrative foreshadowing entirely the way the others are but it was too important not to share

-throughout exu prime, there is heavy emphasis on the theme of power being just power, for us to decide what we wish to do with it, the theme that ends up entirely defining c3's finale. in exu episode 3, "a glorious return", gilmore says, "Now, the Spider Queen herself is dark, is evil, but the vestige is simply power and it is whatever you make it into. Power simply is." in episode 6, "the gift among the green", thrascuur tells the crown keepers "you have to decide what you will do. What you will become. And the last I will say is this: power is neither good, nor evil. it simply is." in the final exu episode, with a high history check, orym realizes (via dm narration): "It's just power, and even though this vestige was marked by the Spider Queen, it is wielded by a friend, and she can decide what she will make of it."

-in exandria unlimited episode 6, "the gift among the green", thrascuur tells the crown keepers, "The world constantly changes, and that's not the gods. That's the men that walk upon the earth, and you are those people that will change the fate of the world."

-in exandria unlimited episode 6, "the gift among the green", thrascuur tells the crown keepers, of magic: "it is undifferentiated. It is not divine. It is not something wrought by man. It is not nature. It is whatever it needs to be. It is simply power. The decision, the deciding makes it a thing." And they reach down and pick up one of the little oil lamps. "The power of this candle is nothing against the thought that I have to put it out. So what is a thought against something that turns and burns in the world? All of this place, all of Exandria, holds potential, holds energy, grabs it, takes it, makes it and gives it. But it is the decision of you reaching into a place, full and ripe, of you reaching into a place, full and ripe, and deciding to bring something into being. That is the power that some call of the gods, that some called the arcane. It is power and it is beautiful, and for you to know that, to have seen it up close."

[intermundia]

i think one of the most infuriating things about using the Force would be the fact that in order to reach out, you have to instead open yourself up and let it in. you must make yourself passive, in order to be active, you know? to see what is really out there, you have to allow yourself to look, which means pausing and offering up your attention non-judgmentally in order to take in the world before you act upon that information. you have to get yourself out of the way, because when your thoughts and anxieties are in the way, you cannot see past them. they are a shield blocking you from seeing the moment, and a filter that leads to motivated reasoning, seeing what you want to see instead of what is really there.

so in a high stress environment, when there is much on the line (fear) or innocents are being harmed (anger), the ability to actually take a second and put aside those feelings in order to understand the situation better and actually be able to fix things is no mean feat. you have to be able to simultaneously detach so that you can focus and act in the best interest of everyone with full awareness of the risks and benefits, while remaining deeply engaged and compassionate for everyone involved. it's not easy, it's not about ego and glory and pleasure, it's about loving the world enough to be an agent of peace no matter the cost. that kind of altruistic discipline would take a lifetime of study, and i think is so deeply admirable as a concept.

[darabeatha]

@megitsuneko said ; ✿ can i hab for dante and moriarty lily pwease / from : 𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝟎.𝟐

; 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the 'bad' influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

; 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /�� [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[databent]

why the fuck is it that some people cant seem to acknowledge that people can just... be disabled. not through any fault of their own, not because something "happened" to them, just because, you know, sometimes people have disabilities. like, come on

[sevicia]

It makes me upset to see people calling AI stupid or just straight up saying "fuck AI" (even though it's in an art context) because it's like... I know and understand that the hate is directed at how it's being used currently and that people maybe just don't care like I do about this but it's upsetting because that's WORK. Not in a monetary sense at all but what everyone knows as AI didn't just sprout from the ground one day, it's decades of dedication and learning and development and collaboration to make a tool with the intention of making life better regardless of any one individual's intentions and it just makes me sad that there's so much panic around it, both from the whole "being replaced" thing that comes from waaay way back and also the very real concerns regarding generative AI. Like I can't just go up to someone and say "hey, isn't this cool?!" and expect them to understand I'm talking about AI as a tool and a product of passion and collaboration over time rather than a quick easy fix for when you want to see yourself as an anime character without having to learn to respect art first. I don't knowww it just makes me so so sad that something so beautiful is viewed in such a negative and strange light because the entire world refuses to slow down for a single second

[screambirdscreaming]

Beach sand dynamics are stupidly complicated. In some places, yes, native vegetation holds the sand together and stabilizes the dunes. In other places, invasive vegetation introduced to stabilize the dunes fucks up the cycles of where sand is eroded from and deposited, leading to dunes forming in places people don't want them even as beaches erode nearby. (Also, massive changes to the structure of coastal wetlands.)

Whether waves deposit sand on a beach, or erode it away, has to do with the beach slope, the sand particle size, the angle at which waves approach, the wavelength and amplitude of the waves..... A guest lecturer for my coastal engineering class told us that, when running computer models of erosion and deposition responses to proposed beach projects like this, you're lucky if you end up in the right order of magnitude.

Beaches are very dynamic. It's not uncommon for hundreds of tons of sand to shift on and off a beach over the course of a year, usually scoured off by winter storms and deposited back over the summer. Anything that tries to modify that process - such as to prevent the sand from scouring away past a certain point - runs the risk of massively changing the dynamics in unpredictable ways.

And then, with "beach nourishment" projects like this, there's the question of where the sand comes from - where it was mined, and what the environmental impacts of sand mining there are - as well as the question of where the sand ends up if it all erodes away like this. (Did you know there's a sand mafia? That's more to do with the mining of sand for concrete, though.)

Anyway the bottom line is: don't put your fucking house there.

You think you're "next to" the beach, but you're very much *on* the beach as far as the scope of its natural processes go. And either you're fucking those dynamics up, or they're going to fuck you up. Or both!

absolutely losing my mind that a bunch of nimby assholes spent $500k to build a sandcastle that was promptly wiped away

[xcziel]

hi. no 'robot' or construct voices in murderbot should have identifiable gender. thankyou.

[elliot]

[sinkuna]

୨୧ — 8:45 pm, Nanami notes in his head. Home should've welcomed him hours ago... But his usual clock watching dissolves like sugar in hot tea the second your thighs clamp around his hips and your teeth sink into his lower lip, making time fade to meaningless numbers.

His tie hangs loosely around his neck, shirt splayed open revealing those delicious muscles glistening with sweat- proof of his dedication to work, even if he stays overtime.

However, right now, being a sorcerer is the furthest thing from his mind- especially when you call to him in that honeyed voice that drives him wild, "Ken- hah~ Kento~ n’you feel I-incredible," as he plunges deeper into your slick, hungry pussy, which grips him like it never wants to let go.

The sound of his first name on your lips… you’ve said it before, moaned it and screamed it, but tonight… tonight it rang differently.

"Say it again," he growls, surprising himself with the desperation in his voice. His usual measured control slipping as he drives himself balls deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, your body and womb welcoming each thrust, "let me hear you say it again…" Your pussy was stretched around his fat length, squelching obscenely with each thrusts. And your poor cervix throbbed in the best way possible as the mushroom head of his cock bullied itself into your womb like he's trying to brand you.

Interlocking his strong fingers with yours, he pins your hands against the rumpled sheets as he continues to sink completely into your wetness. His eyes watching carefully at every flutter of your eyelids, every parting of your lips as he hits that perfect spot that makes your eyes roll back, memorizing your expressions like priceless art.

And just when you cry out his name again, "Kento~ Pleas- AH!!" something shifts in his expression… a pause… his very own eyes slightly widening.

In this moment, Nanami Kento realizes how he wants to come home to your arms, build his life around your smile, create something beautiful together that will force him awake with tiny cries in the middle of the night.

"Look at me." he rasps, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your trembling lips, voice gruff but fucking wrecked, "Everything," he promises, his thrusts growing more urgent as his hands roam every inch of your flushed skin, worshiping the curves that have become his sanctuary, "no more regrets," he pants- pulling you closer until your bodies are slick against each other, "No more wasted time..."

His palm presses against your lower belly, his imagination running wild as he feels his cock moving deep within you, "Going to give you everything..."

The intoxicating vision of you swollen with his baby, of creating a family together, makes his heart pound against his ribs in ways that no career achievement ever could...

"Stay with me forever," he whispers, his vulnerability laid bare in those four words, "and let me come home to you every night..."

This was Nanami Kento’s way of saying I Love You- raw, unfiltered, and embedded in every thrust, every caress, every promise whispered against your skin.

Not with flowery poetry or practiced lines, but with his body atop of yours, his future entwining with yours, and his usual guarded heart finally surrendering completely to the one person who made him want more than just another day at work.

⋆｡˚꒰ঌ 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ໒꒱˚｡⋆