#but the extended hand was a better parallel to their first meeting

[grayintogreen]

I love comparing Lucien and Cree to Orpheus and Eurydice because at first blush it’s like “wtf no” but that’s the kneejerk reaction to the popularized interpretation of the myth.

Greek myths are so often about the gods punishing the hubris of mortals so when you look at it through that lens, you have to consider that there’s a version of the story where Orpheus looked back on purpose not out of desperation or love or even because he doesn’t trust her but because he thought “I got away with everything so far. I bet I get away with this too. Watch me.” And Eurydice’s life was worth the slightest chance that he might be right.

“I love you. I’d walk through hell to get you back because I need you, but I’m not going to choose you when it counts.”

[crabsnpersimmons]

This one goes out to all the slow burn enjoyers, the dense Y/Ns, and the soft robo jesters that suffer in silence!

Inspired by @bamsara's “Solar Lunacy” fic.

If you feel like reading my ramblings and want to experience more heartbreak for fictional jester blorbos, check under the cut where I detail all the planning behind the frames!

so i heard this song for the first time in a while and the opening lyrics immediately made me think of moon, so i was daydreaming some scenes and then i decided to thumbnail some ideas:

and it all went downhill from there as everything became a metaphor and a parallel to each other, which i will now go into detail on!

you thought the animatic itself was sad?

*writing muse laughs maniacally* IT'S ALL A METAPHOR

Frame 1. "turn down the lights" We start with a back view on Moon. The lights are out, the Moon is out, but we do not see his face. The music and the greyscale atmosphere are enough to establish the weight of the moment and the weight on Moon’s mind.

Frame 2. "turn down the bed" We cut to a shot of Moon's body, kneeling on the ground of the daycare, like a padded cell. Moon’s hands are twitching with the effects of the glitch, with purple sparks coming from his hands. We still do not see his face.

Frame 3. "turn down these voices inside my head" Cut to an extreme close up on the dark half of Moon’s face. Now we see his face, but only a portion of it. His left eye is wide open, red and glitching out. The voices in his head can refer to the glitch but also his repressed feelings. Or maybe it could be Sun's voice in their shared headspace.

Frame 4. "lay down with me" Y/N's hand enters the frame from the upper right corner, lowering down to meet Moon where he kneels on the ground. Only a corner of Moon's face appears on the bottom left corner of the frame, his starry nightcap beginning to cover his glitched left eye.

Frame 5. "tell me no lies" An full shot of Moon on the floor and Y/N standing in front of him with their hand stretched towards him. A light spills out from behind Y/N, creating a boundary between them.

Now we see more of Moon. It is only when Y/N enters the frame—enters his world—that Moon’s body is shown in its entirely. When Y/N is here, he is no longer fragmented. He is whole.

Frame 6. "just hold me close" pspspspsps Playfully, Moon extends his own hand, beckoning Y/N to come closer, to join him. His right hand crossed over his body as he uses the playful gesture to hide his true feelings—to put distance between him and Y/N. His hat continues to cover his glitching left eye. He doesn’t want to worry Y/N.

Frame 7. "don't patronize" In response, Y/N’s hand pats Moon on the head, returning his playfulness. Moon looks surprised by the action. Moon, notably, does not lower his hand—perhaps he has forgotten it or perhaps his invitation is still open.

Frames 8-9. "don't patronize me" Moon rotates his faceplate so Y/N’s hand is touching the side of his faceplate, a more intimate gesture than a head pat. However, his hat is in the way. At this angle, his starry nightcap fully covers his glitchy eye and the dark side of his face, hiding his defect and acting as a veil between him and Y/N. A self-imposed boundary. So close, yet thinly separated. It's better this way. It's safer this way.

The lyrics are broken up by Y/N's arm, both to illustrate how the song is sung ("patronize" is drawn out and "me" is briefly added in before the chorus starts) but also to show how Y/N interrupts Moon's resolve, highlighting the irony between the visuals and the lyrics. Demanding not to be patronized, yet Moon happily accepts this play at intimacy. Don't patronize me, I am weak for it.

This is also the only instance where the red light of Moon's eyes glow and tint the surfaces around it. Visually, it makes it look like Moon is blushing (heavily inspired by @restinsodaroni's art). But also, in this moment of honesty, Moon's intrinsic light spills out, colouring the greyscale world. In this brief moment of honesty, Moon touches the world with his own colours, his own light.

(and this is also where i forgot to clean up the shading on Y/N's arm, but it's okay it doesn't need to be perfect it simply needs to be. And Moon will still love Y/N even if they are a continuity error.)

Frame 10. "'cause I can't make you love me if you don't" A parallel to a frame 4, Y/N retrieves their hand away and immediately Moon is reduced to the corner of his faceplate in the frame. Only now his glitched eye is fully covered by his hat.

The lyrics here (and in the next frame) in particular grow lighter to emphasize Moon's diminishing resolve and agency.

From here on out, the lyrics here are broken up, carrying on this theme of fragmentation. Y/N is pulling away, Moon is breaking up, the words are breaking up. Everything is coming apart.

Frame 11. "you can't make your heart feel something it won't" Y/N turns to leave. The lyrics, broken up as before, highlight the irony of the situation. Y/N, a human, can’t feel something they simply don’t feel. Whereas, Moon, the machine, feels something his code never intended him to feel.

Frame 12. "here in the dark in these final hours" Another full shot that parallels frame 5, as Y/N steps towards the light and Moon leans forward into the space Y/N once occupied. Y/N is leaving—that which makes him whole is leaving. And he is only capable of making it to the boundary where the light cuts into the darkness. The "final hours" suggest it might be the end of Y/N’s shift, or perhaps this scene takes place right before the glitch takes over—the final hours that Y/N has with the true Moon. Either way, time is running out—and only Moon knows it.

There is a contrasting display of body language here. Moon is on the floor leaning towards Y/N with his hand still left out. Whereas Y/N is turned away, walking away, and has already slipped their hand away and into their pocket. Y/N is closed off while Moon is limply open. Y/N is actively moving while Moon is on the floor, waiting, hoping, for that which he lacks the agency to reach for himself.

Frame 13. "I will lay down my heart" A close up on Moon’s hand, rising up again, perhaps to beckon Y/N back once more. This is a slight parallel to Y/N's hand reaching out to Moon. While Y/N can freely reach out and touch Moon, Moon cannot. He can't enter the light and more importantly he can't risk potentially harming his relationship with Y/N—be it through the glitch or by his feelings. He can only lay down his heart—put aside his feelings or hope that someone will pick up his pieces and make him whole.

Frame 14. "and I'll feel the power" Still on a close up on Moon’s hand, now clenched in slightly. This initially was going to have the glitch effects. However, I felt it more meaningful for it to be left without. Leave it up for interpretation why Moon pauses his hand. What is the power that he alone feels and stays his hand?

Frame 15. "but you won't, no, you won't" A parallel to frame 1, a view of on Moon's back with his hand stretched out towards the light, and Y/N walking into the light spilling through the open daycare door.

The placement of the lyrics suggest two different “you won’t”—Y/N who won’t realize Moon’s feelings, and Moon who won’t dare speak them into reality.

Another note on the parallel to frame 1, this time we also see Y/N's back, but it is notably different from our view of Moon's back. With Moon, we literally see inside him through the hole for his loop. However, Y/N is shrouded in shadow, just a solid, obscure silhouette against the bright light of a world Moon—and Sun for that matter—are closed off from. We don’t see into Y/N, just as the Daycare Attendant doesn't have any vantage point of Y/N's life beyond their time at the PizzaPlex. (The unfortunate reality of a being a character made for the purpose of being a vessel for the reader.)

Frame 16. "'cause I can't make you love me" We finally cut to face Moon head-on, frozen in place with his hand stretched out, unable to cross the boundary into the light. His eyes have gone dark. Where we began by seeing bits and parts of Moon, and never seeing his full face—now we, the viewer, see the full Moon, open and vulnerable—unbeknownst to Y/N.

Frame 17. "if you don't" But in the dark, behind closed doors, there is no one to perceive him—no one to receive him. The light dwindles as the daycare doors are closed. Moon stays frozen where he kneels. It is no longer the glitch that plagues him, but a far deeper dread.

But a lone streak of light peaks through the gap in the daycare doors. Perhaps that is just enough. A silver lining. A frail hope. A single, ethereal thread out of darkness and into light.

Thanks for reading and watching!

We'll be back to our regularly scheduled fun and games shortly!

[melbatron5000]

Missing scenes?

Please, go insane with me. Again.

I'm still digging through the chiastic structure looking for Clues, and BOY HOWDY am I finding them.

Number one, I'm pretty certain I found TWO middle points.

There's one spot where the current show as it is meets up and extends out from. And another spot that isn't, but which I think is the True Middle. And I'll tell you what, I came at it a little bass-ackwards, and somehow accidentally wound up with the True Middle before I came across what I've been calling the Fool's Middle.

Okay. Great. Yay me. When I first found the Fool's Middle, I thought it must be the True Middle, and I'd been messing up this whole while. Except, I've been finding some very clear matches in some odd spots to the "right" of the middle, if we lay the story out in a left-to-right order. That shouldn't be. Chiastic structure is a mirror. Matches should be on opposite sides of the middle. But my assumed middle is working out MUCH better than the middle that actually falls in the center.

What the what.

Unless we're missing scenes.

Which brings me to find number two.

Several people have suggested that the scenes might be out of order, given the vehemence that Crowley shouts this at the demons before they attack the ball. I thought so too, and I figured the chiastic structure breakdown would show me what order they belong in.

Well, almost.

As I busily sorted through looking for mirror parallels, I started to notice that there's one chunk that has no real matches on the other side of the middle. Not the Fool's Middle, and not the True Middle. No real echoes, either.

The Resurrectionists minisode.

The present-day scenes that are interspersed with the Resurrectionists flashbacks have parallels. Just not any moments from the actual flashbacks themselves.

I figured I must just be blind, and decided to comb through that particular bit more thoroughly.

Here's the first thing I found:

Note 138: "We do a miracle so no one knows it's him, now no one knows it's him. Nice one, us." Hand-written note: "It's definitely Gabriel."

Note 134: Crowley brings Aziraphale to see the Gabriel statue in the 1700s. (1827, I know. They're notes, bear with me.) Hand-written note: "It's definitely Gabriel." "We do a miracle so no one knows it's him."

Okay, awesome, so there ARE mirror parallels in the Resurrectionists minisode. When Aziraphale says "it's definitely Gabriel" mirrors when no one knows it's Gabriel. Cool. No missing scenes. Yeah?

Oh, no. Not so freaking fast. Here's the next thing I found:

Note 160: Wee Morag is shot. (By the grave gun.) Hand-written note: "You are out of order!"

Note 161: "YOU ARE OUT OF ORDER!" Hand-written note: this is pretty much where the mirror of the Resurrectionists minisode should go.

Yeah. You'd think Wee Morag getting shot would have a solid mirror, right? But it doesn't. Unless you count Crowley yelling about demons -- or something -- being out of order. Hmmmm . . .

Okay, let's keep digging.

Note 171: Crowley vanishes down a hole. Handwritten note: Something's wrong -- like a hangover.

Note 170: Something's wrong, go to my friend. Hand-written note: Crowley vanishes down the hole to Hell.

Hot damn. Here we go.

Believe me when I felt a little bit like Aziraphale reading that his cocoa doth grow cold. A tad like Crowley was yelling right at me. At least, for a moment.

I can't find any other mirrors for Resurrectionists. I've looked. I'm not seeing anything.

Crowley can tell something isn't right. Something else is meant to be happening now, not a demon attack. And to him, it feels like a hangover -- that laudanum hangover, that ended in him getting sucked to Hell.

In the book, we learn that Crowley has a fine time trying to describe helicopters to Leonardo Da Vinci. In the Resurrectionists minisode, he tells Mr. Dalrymple he might want to wash his hands.

I don't think Crowley can see the future. In season 1, when Aziraphale asks him how the end of the world is going to go, he says rather irritably that he's never done it before, it's not like they let you go round again until you get it right. I don't think Crowley knows precisely what's wrong or what's meant to be happening when he feels that hangover mirror -- but his talent is time, and through that sense, he can tell whatever's happening isn't right.

Thus why he demands of the demons -- what are you doing here? What are any of you doing here? And then tells them, you are OUT OF ORDER!

The demon attack has plenty of parallels, it is supposed to happen -- but it's not meant to happen just yet. It's too soon. We need the Resurrectionist parallels first. Once we have those, the Fool's Middle falls away, and the True Middle takes its rightful place.

Now, my big question: WHAT HAPPENED TO THE MISSING SCENES?

I'm NOT a fan of "The Magic Trick You Didn't See" theory. I don't think the Metatron has Dicky Bird to do with re-writing the Book of Life, which, by the way, we have no evidence of one way or the other even functioning as described. We have three different characters tell us two different things about it, and we never see it in action. Also, the only things that are missing and that has Crowley out-of-sorts are the Resurrectionist parallels. We're missing a couple of scenes that should match those. Just a few things. But important things, I should think.

Who took them? What events now suddenly didn't happen? And why were they taken?

Listen to me, I'm so wrapped up in this I'm writing like this is just fact. These are my thoughts. The chiastic structure has yielded some awesome stuff, stuff I think is really true. Is this true? Do I have this right? I don't know, and I've certainly been wrong about stuff before. But I do think I'm on to something here.

Also, now that I think of it for a moment, those are maybe not the right questions. DID someone take the missing scenes? Or did time jump forward past them? If time did just skip ahead -- hello, book shop clock -- why did it do that? And why can Crowley tell it did it this time, but isn't concerned about the other times? We all know about the book shop clock jumping ahead during the kiss scene, but the damn thing jumps ahead almost every time it's in a shot. Always ahead, though, never back. There are a lot of references to time, so I think it's important somehow.

[stromulites]

List of Stuff for BJ and more Unsolicited Lore, plus the playlist.

I fucked up on the poll so i'll just post both of them wkelrnksdg. Also since it's in no particular order and my adhd's being a little Prick, it's kind of a mess. If it retreads old ground, hopefully it's giving more context to it and not just repeating the same thing. Playlist will be at the end H

~ Retains heat pretty well. If he was sunbathing for an extended period of time, he’d probably hold that temp for 3-4 hours before he returned back to room temp. Can get above normal human body temps this way.

~ Uses his wings to make himself look more imposing. Usually this ends badly since it’s most certainly an indoors conversation, and those things don’t fit indoors usually.

~ Is constantly worried he isn’t that great to hug/be in physical contact with since he’s cold all the time and what-not. Because of this he usually won’t initiate physical affection unless he just finished sunbathing or something.

~ Can, in fact, turn into a bird. A blue jay to be specific. All reapers can do this as it’s most cost effective to interact with the real/physical world this way. This does not mean they act like the birds they disguise themselves as though.

~ Currently is holding onto Grayson’s coat for them, after Sebastian finally gave it to him after getting tired of the constant Theft. Doesn’t wear it often because it feels weird, but does privately or to feel more secure.

~ Since it’s warm and kind of heavy, it relieves some of the dysmorphia from being room temperature all the time and weighing almost nothing due to being a ghost basically (21g normally). Wearable weighted blanket essentially.

~ Doesn’t know IDU!pico that well at this point, but doesn’t have a good impression of him. Mostly because Pico tried to kill him once, but since his face was covered BJ doesn’t know what he looks like. Only that he’s familiar and probably hates him by the way he keeps glaring holes into his back.

~ Doesn’t sleep often (doesn’t need to) since he most definitely will have nightmares about his death. Most Reapers make peace with it at some point, but since his death was so violent and emotionally charged, it’s unlikely he’ll let it go anytime soon. 0% chance to make him talk about it either unless he's in a breakdown or something.

~ That being said, being warm/in a place with people he knows and likes will make him doze off. Snores loudly. Sleeps like a brick when he doesn’t dream. Good luck waking him up when he’s not dreaming.

~ Still can sing, he doesn’t do it anymore on account of his lungs being Fucked and fried from smoke inhalation. Has traded this off to focus more on his guitar skills whenever he can. He does miss it though, and is easily carried away when he does feel better.

~ What he doesn’t know is that the coughing is more of a psychological effect of his death, and if he’s really into something, he won’t cough at all.

~ If he likes you well enough, he will start giving you his own feathers (the smaller ones from his blue jay form). Usually in the form of keychains/charms he put together himself, but sometimes he’ll give just the feathers.

~ All Reapers have a ‘Reaper’s Cane’. BJ’s is a microphone stand/looks like one without the microphone. He has taken to using it to great effectiveness as a blunt weapon.

~ Made a promise to Hannah a long time ago when they meet by coincidence as children. Immensely guilty that he broke it and left her alone for two years without any other friends/support. Has a new promise to himself to be there when she eventually does die, no matter what the cause would be.

~ The most Chronic of Worriers, but only in regards to people he loves/is close to. If he doesn't know you well and you snip at him, he will snip back and escalate. This will result in a fistfight where BJ strikes first if it's not broken up.

~ On the other hand, he enjoys sitting around and watching other people go about their business. Parallel play :)

~ Cannot cook, please don't ask him to do that. He hasn't touched a stove in two years and has a fear of fire. He will turn your Biscuits to Charcoal Briquettes and Cower when it catches fire.

~ Theoretically would be able to carry someone in flight, but just one occupant and probably not anywhere in his home dimension/timeline. Probably no set weight limit for that person? Just don’t expect him to carry an entire truck or whatever lmao.

~ Was initially nervous to leave Hannah alone for rgbfverse stuff, but Grayson pushed him to go. Both to give Hannah a breather, and so that BJ can unwind and not worry about her for a bit. It can’t be healthy to stress over this one detail for days on end, can it?

And here's the playlist lmao. I'll add to both lists whenever I have an Idea or listen to a song that fits.

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 11

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol consumption, smut, kinda semi public/very public smut, daddy!emily, two idiots in denial but slowly realizing it, minor talk of past hurt/angst/relationships. some more foreshadowing and parallels from previous chapters (v interested to see if y'all pick up on them...) sergio being a little shipper/instigator. House pictured is yn's, i have a real estate link i'll add later thanks to the constant glitching from earlier. Also the triple stars *** mean it’s the next week. The * means time passage same day. I AM PUTTING A READMORE IN, IF IT DOESN'T WORK AGAIN THAT IS NOT ON ME IT IS ON THE HELLSITE AND I AM SO SORRY.

It was incredibly easy to fall into a routine with Emily in the following weeks.

You’d leave work on Fridays, sometimes at the same time, but never together, always making sure to say goodnight to everyone as if you weren’t about to spend the night together. The first week Emily had left Sergio extra food, and since your place was closer to the BAU, you spent it there. The following you ended up back at Emily’s and the habit was made to make the trip to D.C every Friday.

Emily would claim it was because Sergio destroyed a couch cushion and puked on the entry way rug in retaliation of being left out of take out night but you knew it was because she liked her own bed better. You had to admit, you weren’t complaining about it at all, her bed was comfier, bigger too and she had a larger selection of toys. The unspoken argument was that because it was further in miles from Quantico, it felt it, you felt less like you were breaking the no fraternizing rule, when you were there you were still wrapped in the safety of your Vegas bubble.

***

You were fresh out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel, hair pulled up to keep it out of the way when your phone buzzed on the basin counter.

‘I dunno about you but after that fucking hell I am absolutely not cooking tonight.’

‘Are you still at work!?’

‘Last minute budget meeting.’ She inserted an eye roll emoji, ‘I’m just getting in the car now.’

‘Well you just take your pretty ass home, uncork a bottle of wine and relax, I’ll worry about dinner. What’re you feeling?’

‘You were in field training all day; I’m not making you cook.’

‘Never said anything about cooking. I drive right past Carmine’s on the way to your place.’

‘Sounds perfect. See you in forty?’

‘Maybe a teeny bit longer, I’m literally still dripping from the shower.’

‘Won’t be the only time you’re dripping tonight.’

‘Emily!’

*

Dinner was eaten on the couch that night, a little bit of extra relaxation for everyone, more physically for you and mentally for Emily. Leaning forward she picked up her wine glass from the coffee table, replacing it with the mainly eaten container of carbonara before she settled back against the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table. You had your back resting against the arm of the couch, your legs extended across her lap, container of classic spaghetti and meatballs in your lap. You let out a small groan, shifting your legs and stretching out one of your calves before it cramped and Emily chuckled.

“Morgan put you through the ringer?”

“Honestly not as bad as I expected.” You laughed, letting out a happy hum as she began to gently massage the muscles.

“Probably helps you guys work out together.”

“Yeah. And my cardio is better than his, I can run circles around him.”

“I’ll make sure I don’t work you too hard tonight then.” She said with a grin and you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes.

“How kind of you.”

You were distracted momentarily when Sergio leapt up onto the couch beside you, crawling into what open space your lap had and you greeted him with a gentle scratch behind the ears. He leant into it with a soft meow and your hand shifted to under his chin while you cooed at him for a moment. Emily watched with a soft smile, her hands still gently rubbing at your skin, not only could she get used to this, she already had and it was after only three weeks. Your gaze had drifted from Sergio back up to the television, your fingers absentmindedly picking at the leftover meatball on your plate, handing off little bites of it to Sergio who eagerly scarfed them down.

“Hey.” Emily pinched at your leg and you let out a squeak, your eyes shooting over to her, “you keep doing that and he’s gonna like you more than me.”

“Sorry.” You felt your cheeks heat, closing the lid to the takeout container and Sergio batted at your hand with his paw, “mom said no.” You muttered, booping his nose as you shifted on the couch and you directed back toward Emily, “and that is literally impossible. Emily Prentiss is number one in everyone’s book.”

“Oh please.” She laughed, easily handing off her wine glass to you to be topped up while you stood from the couch.

“First in mine.” You said with a shrug, not really realizing what you’d said, padding through the apartment. Wine glasses found home on the breakfast bar while you tossed the leftovers into the fridge, pausing to check something on your phone and Emily felt a warmth spreading through her, watching the way you tugged your lip into your mouth before pocketing your phone again. “You want the gelato now or should I leave it in the freezer?” You asked, breaking her from her trance.

“Oh, now for sure.”

“Kay.” You shot her a grin, refilling the wine, grabbing a couple of spoons and the gelato containers from the freezer before you made your way back over to the couch. “Glad you said that ‘cause I do believe I deserve a treat after today. Remind me to make Derek pick up the tab next time he insists on drinks.”

“You guys go out a lot?” She asked, scooping into her dessert.

“Every couple of weeks.” You shrugged, moaning over your food for a moment, “god this is good. But yeah, Savannah’s a gem, Derek seems to always forget that if I come out for drinks it’s two against one, but it’s all in fun.”

“You don’t feel like a third wheel?” She asked and you bit back a loud laugh.

“No.” The laugh remained on your cheeks and Emily couldn’t help but smile, “hell, a couple of weeks ago Derek was bragging about being hit on at the bar so we bet that either of us could get more phone numbers from girls than him.”

“And?” She raised a brow with a smirk.

“Derek got three, Savannah got eight girls, three dudes, and I ended up with six girls, the bartender and our server… and Savannah’s, but I don’t think that counts.” You let out a little laugh, “oh.. I don’t think I can stay too late tomorrow; we’re going for manicures.”

“That’s fine.” Emily smiled in response, softly squeezing at your leg, “I’ve got more than enough errands to catch up on.”

“You know if you’ve got shit to do we don’t actually have to do this every week.”

“Nah.” She smiled and you could tell there was a tease coming by the look on her face, “I like not having to pay for dinner once every two weeks.”

“Well at least you’re getting some kind of benefit out of this.” You shot back and she laughed, spoon digging back into her gelato.

Your gazes redirected back to the television, old sitcom reruns playing to keep you occupied through the silences. You were halfway through your dessert when the commercial break started, the first a movie trailer, the second for a fast food joint, the third a very over the top jewelry ad complete with obnoxious fake public proposals and crying.

“Gross.” You muttered over a bit of gelato and Emily chuckled softly, though she was mainly in agreeance with you, it was just a little too much for her style.

“Says the one who’s been engaged.” She teased, nearly wanting to take it back the moment your body tensed at her words. She watched the way you froze in your movements, spoon still in your mouth as your brow furrowed before you slipped it out, digging into your food for a second, lost in thought.

“When did I tell you that?”

“Couple of weeks ago.” She shrugged, squeezing at your leg softly, a wordless way of telling you that you didn’t need to talk about it if you didn’t want to. “Well, you mentioned something about nearly marrying a lawyer, I’m just taking liberties.”

“Well you’re right.” You admitted quietly, suddenly very distracted with picking out the cherries in your gelato. It wasn’t that you were avoiding talking to Emily about it, you didn’t mind, it was just that you could feel your chest tightening already with the thoughts of your past.

“Anyone else know?” She asked softly, her fingers tracing patterns on your bare legs.

“Nope.” You finally looked up at her, “wasn’t exactly my star shining moment… can’t say I’m proud of it.”

“What’d’you mean?”

“It was… one of those relationships that when you get out of, everyone around you is all ‘oh my god, it’s about time, she was so terrible to you, I’ve been waiting for you to break up for years, I’m not surprised’ kinda thing.”

“Meanwhile the entire time you’re together they’re telling you how cute you are?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, “Skylar was… something else. I mean she already had the unfair advantage of me in a new city where I didn’t know a lot of people and certainly no family. She proposed in the middle of one of her family dinners, I couldn’t exactly say no in the moment and it sparked a huge fight when we got home.”

“Did you want to marry her?”

“I loved her.” You replied with a huff, “I thought she was the love of my life. A couple of weeks later was when she got the job offer in LA, I coincidentally sat in on a couple of lectures about profiling while we were working a DV case and it kinda all clicked, started to realize just how manipulative she had been the entire relationship. How terrible she’d been treating me. I was blind to all of it, made me realize that if I couldn’t see the real motivations of someone I saw everyday, someone I thought I knew inside and out, then how was I supposed to be able to see through psychopathic serial killers?” You risked a glance up at Emily, the tightness in your chest relaxing when you found her attention on you, a soft encouraging look in her eyes, “It was part of why I decided to specialize in profiling when I moved to Florida after breaking up with her.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks. But there’s no need for you to be, you’re not the one who fucked me up when it comes to understanding love.” You let out an ironic laugh, finally digging back into your gelato.

“You ever talk to her? I know how feelings can get stuck deep down inside you no matter how much you want to ignore them.”

“God no.” You scoffed, “the only thing I feel when talking or thinking about her is the urge to shoot things.”

“You wanna go to the range?” She offered and your head tilted in her direction.

“Isn’t a little late?”

“Oh c’mon, I’m a unit chief! I’ve gotta have some kind of pull.”

“Really?” You looked over to her with a wicked grin that made her smile for real.

“Yeah.”

“Well then fuck yes.”

“Okay but just one question.”

“Shoot?”

“You pawned the ring right? Didn’t give her the chance of getting it back?” She asked, raising a brow and the look on your face had her instantly wondering what happened as you bit back a laugh.

“I fed that piece of shit to a gator my first day in Florida.”

Emily howled out a laugh, swatting at your leg, the two of you both laughing so hard tears had started to blur into your eyes at the sheer thought. There truly was no better way to win a break up than the path you’d ended up on. By the time you were done at the range you were both feeling much more relaxed, any frustration or build up of emotion lifted from your shoulders as you returned to Emily’s apartment.

But just in case, Emily did still drag you into the bedroom to remind you just how special you were, worshipping every inch of your body, her lips and fingers not leaving any of your skin unexplored until you were completely exhausted, curling into her arms into a deep sleep.

***

Paperwork days were usually loved around the BAU, a little bit of a break, time to spend with friends and family rather than chasing serial killers around the country. This one would be, but it was involving a lot of wrap up from a tricky case out in Salt Lake and everyone was already tired from the week out of office. You’d been paired with JJ that week and the two of you had taken down the unsub together, but alone, so your reports were needing just that much more detail for the deputy director to be satisfied. Then JJ got the call that Henry had a school emergency and she had to take off for that, she apologised profusely and said she’d try to finish at home but you assured her to just email what she had to you and you’d finish up.

You’d done as said, reports sitting in your printer while you got distracted looking through case files. Part of you was always waiting for Dewald’s signature to pop up somewhere other than Florida, you knew he was still out there and were sure he wouldn’t be able to resist this long. The office had started to empty out, you, Derek and Spencer left in the bullpen while Emily worked away in her office, though her voice suddenly broke through the room, causing the three of you to nearly jump.

“Wilson are you done with those reports? I need them asap.”

Your head shot up in the direction of her office, worried that she was mad but you could tell by the look on her face that she, just like the rest of you, wanted to get out of there for the weekend.

“Yeah, sorry!” You scooped up the papers from the printer, quickly jogging up the stairs to her office it was nearly out of instinct you swung the door shut behind you, ready for a lecture for your superior. “Sorry, I should’ve filed them earlier, I just got sidetracked.”

“It’s fine.” She let out a small laugh, turning back to you, “I just wanted to make sure they were done. I’m only an asshole when someone above me is an asshole, promise.”

“Okay.” You laughed, sliding the papers onto her desk, watching the way she paused, her eyes dragging up your body and you nearly gulped, feeling yourself flutter around nothing. “Anything else?”

“You never wear skirts…” you glanced down at your outfit, she was right, you were normally ready for field days but had been running out of work clothes today, throwing on a pencil skirt suit and heels.  “And to be honest it’s kind of driving me insane.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow, a small grin taking over your cheeks as she stepped toward you.

“Yeah.” She murmured, her fingers cascading up your neck before pinching at your chin, “thinking about pushing it up, sitting you on my desk so I can get a taste before bending you over it, stretching you out over my cock.”

“Well it is Friday…” You murmured back, your lips nearly brushing against hers as you spoke “office desk? Kitchen island? Same difference to me, I have an imagination.”

“Good girl.” She praised, her lips ever so briefly meeting yours before you could both hear the sound of high heels outside her office door and stepped apart before Penelope knocked and darted through the door once Emily gave her the go ahead.

Once you were home that night Emily wasn’t about to forget your words, propping you up on the island while she ate you until your legs were absolutely shaking, pussy clenching around her fingers and you were practically crying for her cock. She wasn’t about to let you down, flipping you over and bending you over the counter, cock plunging into you as you moaned, fingers scrambling against her skin as you could never get enough. No matter how she fucked you, you were almost always left aching for more, her touch burning into your skin as you fell asleep curled in her limbs.

***

You let out a quiet groan, your eyes scrunching as you shifted in the bed, you didn’t want to wake up yet, especially as you felt Emily’s body next to you. Her breath was warm on the skin of your throat, her face nuzzled gently into your body as the two of you slept. You could feel her body raising and lowering as she breathed, still completely asleep and something inside of you softened, knowing she was that comfortable and safe with you by her side. You dared to crack open an eye, hoping you’d be able to keep a hold of the sleep afterwards and your lips broke out into a grin.

She was absolutely stunning, the sun peaking through her curtains, bouncing colours off her hair splayed against the pillows. She looked absolutely peaceful, like she was as relaxed as she possibly could be and that made your heart swell in an entirely different way. You couldn’t help but reach out, your fingers ever so lightly tracing over her skin, trailing around her lips, up her jaw before they ran down the bridge of her nose. No matter how much you didn’t want to move you shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose and you nearly winced as you watched it scrunch up, her lips twitching up into a grin.

“You’re staring.” She mumbled, her arm wrapping tighter around you.

“Lies.” You murmured, your lips ghosting over hers and she chuckled softly, stealing a kiss without opening her eyes.

“I think you’re the one lying.” She yawned softly and it was your turn to let out a sleepy laugh.

“Maybe if you weren’t so cute when you’re sleeping I wouldn’t have to stare.”

“You ever wonder how I feel?” She murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips and you felt you chest swell, a giggle bursting from your lips before you nuzzled back into her and the two of you were back off into dreamland.

***

When Emily slipped the g-spot vibe into you after your morning session you thought it was to keep her cum buried inside your still dripping pussy, remind you who you belonged to while you went about your day.

You were proven very wrong when you got to the farmer’s market.

Up at a candle stand the tiniest gasp escaped your lips as the toy began a dull buzz inside you. A moment later and Emily’s hand was on your hip, her lips teasing your neck, her words hot on your skin,

“Think of it as a training exercise, gotta keep your poker face sharp. This should do the trick.”

“Yeah, right.” You muttered back, with how close to you she was you could feel the bulge in her pants, you knew exactly what her intentions were.

“Be a good girl for daddy.” She whispered into your ear, nipping at your earlobe before she pinched your hip and stepped away, pretending to look at something else in the stall.

It was a torturous hour and a half at the farmer’s market, every time you Emily picked up her phone you felt your skin prickle in anticipation. The vibrator would pick up speed, change to a more intense pattern before slipping back down. It only took the first three times before she noticed she had a tell, a smirk taking over her lips and she set it to a pre set edging pattern so it would change without her having to touch her phone. Though that didn’t stop her from picking up her phone to pretend she was about change things up, smirk practically plastered on her lips the entire afternoon.

By the time you got back to Emily’s apartment you were certain you were about to explode. The door swung shut, the bag in her hand dropped onto the kitchen island and she was on you. Her lips met yours in a fiery kiss, one that she was in complete control of as her hands made quick work of your clothes, pulling your panties down your legs as she did so.

“Daddy please….” You whined, collapsing against the wall behind you and she could see your thighs trembling.

“Oh princess…” her hand caressed at your cheek, “I never said you weren’t allowed to come. Poor thing. You must be incredibly pent up.” She stepped toward you, slotting her thigh between your legs and you let out a shriek as it nudged the toy deeper into you, the denim of her jeans brushing against your throbbing clit. “Go ahead, make a mess of daddy’s pants.”

Her hands clutched at your hips softly, rocking your body and you cried out as pleasure shot through you, your entire body trembling, gasps leaving your lips as your juices dribbled around the toy. Emily couldn’t help but smirk as you rode out your orgasm on her thigh, the damp spot on her jeans getting darker and bigger with each twitch of your body.

“Fuck.” You swore, a hand clenching at Emily’s shoulder like a life line and she chuckled darkly. Nudging you up off her thigh just enough to pull the toy out you let out a whimper as the rest of your juices drenched her leg.

In an instant she had you spun around, your forearms bracing against the wall. Her hands sunk down your body, pulling down the cups of your bra as she went, your nipples hardening in the cool air of the apartment. You knew she wasn’t done, especially with the tell tale sound of her belt clinking as she undid her pants.

“Just want one more from you angel.” She said, “want you to come around daddy’s cock, okay?”

“Yes!” You practically shrieked, her fingers toying with you already before she coated the dildo in the mess of your juices and her leftover cum from that morning and slid it into you with ease. “Oh fuck…”

It was almost embarrassing how quickly your pussy was fluttering around her cock, the tip of it nudging against you with each thrust of her hips. The sounds coming from your cunt were ones of absolute sin, sopping wet, each time Emily pulled her cock back it was covered in more of your cum, completely drenched.

“Oh god daddy!” The cry left your lips louder than you expected and Emily urged you on with a particularly rough thrust, her hand coming to spank at the curve of your ass.

“That’s it princess. Let everyone know just how good daddy fucks you.”

“S’close!” You whimpered, your eyes scrunched shut as your fingers clawed at the wall, wishing for some sense of balance while your legs began to shake. Fire prickled under your skin, pleasure building deep in your gut, a moan leaving your lips with each thrust of Emily’s cock. “oh god… god! Please!”

Emily’s free hand found your chest, pinching at your nipple, rolling it between her finger and thumb and you practically screamed, your pussy clenching down around her. Your body shook as you hit your peak, your legs began to give out and Emily’s arm wound around your waist, keeping you upright and pulling you to her. She kissed up your neck gently, stilling her thrusts while you whimpered, shivering every couple of seconds until you could finally open your eyes again.

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered and she laughed softly, kissing your shoulder as she pulled out, watching the mess drip down your thighs.

“How about we get you in the bath angel? I’ll start on dinner.” She suggested, nudging you in the direction of the bedroom once she was sure your legs weren’t complete jello any longer.

You were particularly blissed out post bath, wrapped in cozy hoodie and stolen pair of Emily’s sweatpants sat at the kitchen island. Sergio quickly took place on your lap, purring loudly as he curled up to wait for treats while you ate dinner. Emily had taken a few of the super fresh ingredients from the farmer’s market to make pasta pomodoro with chicken and goat cheese and to be honest it was one of the best dinners you’d had in a while. You’d offered to help with the clean up considering she’d cooked but she waved you off, insisting on you continuing to relax and refilled your wine instead.

You couldn’t help but watch her as she flit through the kitchen, placing leftovers in the fridge, a pan into the sink to soak before loading up the dishwasher. It was all very menial, almost boring daily tasks but there was something about being around while someone was doing them that made a warmth bloom through you in a completely different way than earlier. Sure, it had been another six weeks of your no strings situation, being in each other’s company on the weekends was a very regular occurrence and nothing new. And honestly? You wouldn’t change it for the world, being able to watch Emily in the comfort of her own home, underneath the shell of the FBI agent was something you adored.

“What?” Her voice broke through your thoughts, a small laugh evident on her lips and you laughed yourself.

“Nothing.”

“You that blissed out?” She teased, coming around the island to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Kinda.” You admitted with a little giggle, “guess I’m just used to days that are either all sex, or all casual. You took me on one hell of a rollercoaster today.”

“Sure did.” Smirking, she leant down, kissing you softly. “You let me know whenever you want to do it again.”

“Think I’m pretty wiped right now honestly.”

“Not tonight.” She laughed, kissing you quickly again before she swiped both your wine glasses off the island, nodding toward the couch, “but you’re welcome to stay over tonight too. I think I might just owe you some cuddles after how well you did today.”

***

Your house was split into three floors, the entry level being home to a small office, storage room and half bath, safe to say the least lived on floor. You were currently on the second level, home to the kitchen, dining space and living room, the tv on in the background for noise as you finally had the chance to curl up on the couch with a book. It was the middle of the week, the team had gotten back from San Antonio midday Saturday so you’d taken some time tonight to toss some laundry in and tidy up around the house. You heard a noise from downstairs, glancing toward the window, wondering if it was your neighbour getting home when you suddenly heard it again, this time you were certain it was knocking. Tossing back the blanket you scooped up your phone, it was nearing ten thirty and you had no notifications but there was definitely someone at your door. You meandered down the stairs, flicking on a few lights here and there before checking the peephole to find Emily on the stoop.

“Hey…” You greeted, pulling open the door.

“Hey.” She smiled meekly at you and your head tilted in confusion, “oh god… this is so much more awkward than I expected…”

“Well if you’re gonna be awkward can you be awkward inside? It’s freezing.”

“Sorry.” She nearly winced, quickly stepping over the threshold, toeing out of her shoes.

“C’mon.” You’d already flicked the lock behind her, nodding towards the stairs before you jogged back up them. “Wine?” You asked as you approached the kitchen island, turning back to her.

“You got anything stronger?” She asked with a sigh.

“You okay?” You asked, pulling down the bourbon from the top shelf, pouring some into a tumbler for her.

“It’s, ugh, God! This is so stupid.” She groaned, grabbing the glass to take a hefty swig before starting off on a mini rant, “I just, it’s been a hard week and I feel even dumber because it’s only Wednesday and it’s not even like the last case was a rough one. I’m just… tired… ya know?” She glanced in your direction and you nodded, “I don’t know where I am but it’s stuck somewhere between wanting to shoot someone and wanting to curl up into a ball feeling sorry for myself. Apparently I’m crap company too because Sergio wanted nothing to do with me, every time I tried to pick him he’d run off so if I’m bringing the mood down you’re free to kick me out. Oh, and you left a shirt at my place that he’s stolen so I don’t know if you’re ever getting that back”—

“Okay,” you interrupted with a giggle, hands grasping gently at her forearms, “now you’re rambling.”

“Sorry.” She mumbled, ducking her gaze, “I guess I just wanted some company, even if I’m garbage at it.”

“You’re not.” You assured her, your fingers curling under her chin so gain her gaze before you leant in, kissing her softly, “trust me.” You squeezed at her hand, “and you don’t need to feel stupid. Just because you’re this big bad ass FBI Unit Chief doesn’t mean you always have to be in control and know what you’re doing. We’re only human, you’re allowed to feel vulnerable.”

“Even if I hate it?” She asked, her nose scrunching in distaste and you laughed.

“Yeah. You’re even allowed to cry, but I’m honestly not sure if you have tear ducts.” She scoffed, but you saw the smile flash across her face and you knew it had worked. “Everyone needs a little bit of comforting sometimes, doesn’t matter how tough you are.”

“I think…. That’s what I want.”

“Then c’mon.” You squeezed at her hand again, guiding her over to the couch where she collapsed down beside you, letting you wrap an arm around her as you tossed the blanket over your laps, your fingers gently coming to comb through her hair.  

An episode or two later and you could feel her body while still stiff wasn’t as tense, her fingers were tickling at your skin and you found yourself climbing into her lap, lips meeting hers tenderly, tongues slowly exploring each other’s mouths. You broke the kiss, eyes dark as you looked down at her, tilting her chin up to you,

“Let me take care of you daddy…” you whispered, slowly sinking to your knees between her legs, “would you like that?”

You were practically pouting back up at her and Emily felt like she could explode at just the sight of it alone. Her hand reached out, caressing at your cheek gently and you leant into it before turning your head to press a kiss into her palm.

“Yeah angel.” She nodded.

“Just relax for me. You’ll feel better, promise.”

A moment later and she was kicking her pants off her legs and your face was buried between them, bringing her to the full point of relaxation that she hadn’t even realized she’d been needing.

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[novacqnes]

omg a part 2 to blue moon pls perhaps with lupe smut, maybe ms holiday (love that thank u) goes to a game and some other girl (peach or other team) flirts with her and we get jealous lupe…………. hot

you are brilliant

rumor has it // lupe garcia

warning: 69’ing with lupe, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, top!lupe

pairing: lupe garcia x fem reader

a/n: i wasn’t planning on writing a part 2 originally but i love everything about this so here we go (also i had to google baseball terms for this so if they’re incorrect forgive me)

anticipation radiated off of the crowd as the teams tied. it was the final inning of the game and the blue sox batter stepped up to home plate. you watched nervously as lupe prepared herself for her final pitch. 

she placed her feet shoulder width apart winding up her arm, she then lifted her leg parallel to the ground extending her arm as far as she could, exerting all of her power on the baseball. it flew from her grasp and past the batter and straight into carson’s mitt, first strike. 

a sudden burst of cheers came from the crowd but it was too early to celebrate. silence swept over the onlookers as lupe took her spot once again, repeating the same series of moves almost ritualistically. 

she launched the ball and it soared through the air, the batter swung hard but to no avail and it landed into the mitt, second strike. 

excitement poured out of you and the rest of the peaches as it came down to one last pitch, it was on lupe. frustrated, the batter stepped up once again bracing for the impact as hundreds of eyes landed on the pitcher. 

taking a deep breath lupe reeled the ball in and with all of her strength sent it flying, faster than she’d ever have. it took even carson by surprise as she caught it losing her balance. the crowd erupted into cheers as the peaches took home yet another win. 

you shot up joining along as lupe searched for you in the crowd, sending you a small grin before joining the rest of the peaches on the side. she was practically oozing with pride and part of it was because of you. 

since your initial meeting at the bar the peaches— or more specifically lupe had been on a winning streak. her performance was better than ever before and most importantly she was happy. 

after each game she’d make her way towards your apartment allowing a beautiful relationship to bloom between you— within the walls of your home that is. due to the risks the two of you made sure to limit the displays of affection to indoors, only going out when it was safe, which was rare. 

however after enough convincing lupe gave in and you were able to finally watch your girlfriend in action. seeing lupe in the game she was an entirely different person and it left you to wonder what else there was to her. 

dozens of people poured off from the stands as the game came to a close, leaving a few others and the teams. although it was completely safe, you made your way to the field, hoping to sneak just a few moments with lupe before going home— but she was nowhere to be found. 

the longer you waited the more stares you drew from the blue sox, most of not all curious ones. the attention caused an uneasy feeling to fester inside of you and you were sure you’d made a grave mistake. 

turning on your heel you began to make your way to the exit when you felt a soft, alarmingly gentle hand on your shoulder. when you whipped around it wasn’t lupe but a tall, slim blue sox player. she had curly blonde hair that fell at her shoulders and a wicked smirk. 

“looking for someone?” she asked.

“i was, but i think i’m just gonna head out.”

her eyes ran over your body as she took a step closer. most of the players were distracted by this point but a few gazes remained, a certain pitcher being one of them. 

“that’s too bad….this your first game?” 

“that obvious?” you chuckled, nervously picking at the hem of your skirt. 

the longer she held you under her gaze the more nervous you became, it was wrong but you didn’t know how to pull away, not without making things worse. 

“sort of….you know i like to remember people’s faces in the crowd, especially the new ones.” she purred.

her voice dropped to a teasingly low tone as she stepped closer, drastically diminishing the distance between the two of you. her pupils burned with pure lust as they landed on your lips, setting your cheeks ablaze. 

craning her head to the side she leaned into your neck, her breath gently fanning your ear. 

“i can’t—“

“i’ve seen you sing at the bar downtown…rumor has it that you offer private shows from time to time.” 

a sweltering heat buzzed underneath your skin as the blue sox player watched in amusement. a shit eating smirk spread across her lips as she watched you back away, calmly making a beeline towards the nearest exit.

before you could even make it towards the fence you noticed lupe standing just a few feet away with her arms crossed over her chest. to say she was livid was an understatement.

“lu!” you exclaimed, rushing towards her, “jesus, you won’t believe what just happened-“

yet before the details of your latest encounter could leave your mouth lupe had already walked away, not even sparing you a second glance. she stormed across the field into the peaches changing room, leaving you behind. dumbfounded, you stumbled into the room along with her. 

“um…what the hell?”

an eerie silence filled the room as lupe refused to look at you, angrily pulling off her uniform. you stepped closer to her putting a gentle hand on her shoulder when she whipped around to face you, her skin a deep red. 

“why are you here?” she barked, pointing an accusatory finger at you. her tone was hostile, a complete contrast to how she normally was with you. 

“excuse me?”

rather than pulling away you held your position gazing into lupe’s fierce brown eyes— she was fuming. her fists were balled at her sides and her nose scrunched, causing tiny lines to form. 

although she was doing her best to appear intimidating, you weren’t scared, more so intrigued. you’d never witnessed this side of lupe and for some reason it stirred something deep inside of you. 

“you said you wanted to see me. then when i come looking for you i find you flirting with the blue sox pitcher,” she spat.

jealousy was laced in each and every word that left lupe’s mouth. the way she spoke of the blue sox pitcher and seeing you with her— it all read envy. your relationship had rarely ever been put to the test of outside influences. therefore experiencing it for the very first time sent lupe into a fit of jealousy that she had no way of containing, or so she thought. 

“honey, i do wanna see you. what you saw- i promise it’s nothing.” 

you brought your hand over to her cheek, cupping it in your palm to reassure her, but she wasn’t fully convinced. now, lupe didn’t doubt your ability to be faithful in fact it was the least of her worries. her biggest gripe was with the thought of someone else talking, touching or even thinking about you in the way that she did. 

she saw it in the bar, the way both men and women flocked to you with their awful methods of flirting. they’d gawk at your body and gush over your singing just to win you over, but it rarely ever amounted to anything. however seeing fellow players have their shot with you was completely uncharted territory. 

“you don’t believe me, do you?” 

lupe remained silent but that alone was enough confirmation. it was becoming abundantly clear that words alone weren’t going to convince her. you wrapped your arms around her neck, ushering her closer as she felt your chest press against hers. 

“what would it take….to convince you?” 

lupe snuck her arm around your waist, her eyes burning with desire along with hundreds of possible ideas that ran through her mind. but she finally settled on one when her eyes landed on the wooden bench just a few feet away. 

“i’d like to witness ms holiday in all her glory.” she teased, eyeing you up and down through your tight floral dress. her lips brushed against your neck sending a small buzz of pleasure to your skin, and with that you knew it wasn’t about singing. 

she left behind a trail of small kisses up your neck, just enough pressure to tease you. you gripped onto her tightly as she made her way up, slipping a man’s underneath your dress. 

you cupped her face in your hands, desperately kissing with lustful desire. remnants of tobacco lingered on her tongue but you ignored it, pushing yourself against her even more. 

pulling away lupe helped you undo your dress, savoring each image of your body as you undressed. after you were fully naked you turned towards her, eagerly tearing off the rest of her remaining clothes. 

she went to lay on the bench first, laying flat when she gestured for you to come closer. tentatively you walked towards her lower preparing to get on your knees when she stopped you. 

“i want you up here, on my face.” 

her words rushed straight to your core causing you to yearn for lupe more than ever. you positioned your legs on opposite sides of the bench hovering over her mouth. slowly you began to sink down, gasping at the warm wet contact of lupe’s tongue against your clit. 

you clutched onto her thighs, leaning forward as she ran her tongue along your dripping pussy, relishing in every moan and whine she was able to draw from your lips. 

“fuck….” you cried, gently circling your hips on her face. she wrapped her arms around your legs enticing you to come closer, pursing her lips upward with an extreme fervor. streams of pleasure raged through your body from your pussy, egging lupe on even more. 

“you like that, holiday? like how i fuck you with my tongue.”

“oh—fuck—i love it,” you mewled.

she gradually tightened her grip on you, giving you no room to run. she sloppily ran her tongue around your clit, sucking it into her mouth before moving on to your dripping hole. freeing one hand, she spat on her index finger before slipping it inside. together, she wrapped her tongue along the sensitive flesh, curving her finger to awaken your g-spot. 

writhing above lupe, you could hardly contain yourself. your back slowly began to give, causing you to lean forward, just a few inches from lupe’s own heat. to preoccupied with your pleasure to notice this her pace weakened. the once fast flicks of her tongue dampened to tauntingly slow flicks that left you craving more. 

without hesitation began to place deep kisses over lupe’s clit, sending a shiver up her spine. 

“shit—y/n….keep going.”

she parted her legs a bit further enticing you to delve in further as did she. she wrapped her lips around your sensitive core, swirling her tongue along your folds, forcing you to moan into her pussy. the sweet vibrations of your mouth on her sent lupe into oblivion as she held onto for dear life.

your legs began to shake in her grasp, leading her pride to surge with each cry and obscenity that fell from your soft lips. she adored the sight of you unraveling, clinging onto lupe as if she was your whole word. it was further confirmation you were hers. 

“want you to come all over my face— i wanna taste every part of you,” she groaned.

“lu, i’m so close—more, more, please.”

hungrily, you lapped up her fluids paying extra attention to her delicate nub. however, it grew increasingly more difficult to stay focused as her fingers toyed with your g-spot bringing you closer to a splintering high. lupe could feel it, how you wrapped around her fingers so deliciously and sloppy each movement of your tongue, you were moments away from an orgasm taking her along with you. 

the insatiable ache between her legs rapidly built as she fueled yours. your pleas became more incoherent by the second, and lupe’s muffled by your core. she could feel herself losing control as your body went still above her. a shattering feeling rippled through your body, causing you to write helplessly against lupe. reeling from her own orgasm she pressed deep kisses into your thighs, soothing you. 

“you did so good, baby,” she cooed. 

with the last bit of strength left you shifted away from her face lying lifelessly on the wooden bench. she moved towards you, gazing at your sweat covered face.

“do you believe me now?”

“mh, of course.” she grinned, swinging an arm around you as you leaned in closer. 

“why is that?”

lupe trusted you, therefore it was never a question of loyalty she just simply needed reassurance. and both of you found that sex was a more pleasurable way of doing so. one where she was able to have you all to herself, which was something she wasn’t afforded at the bar or even on the field. 

she smirked, “well for one, you can’t fake sounds like that. two, i’m the one that got the private show… so i guess the rumor is true.” 

[shipcestuous-two]

(Sorry if this ask falls outside the scope of this blog! I do remember selfcest coming up in the past but thinking about it, that might have been before there was even an "extended" Shipcestuous...)

Has the Loki series ever come up on here? The main thing about it is that it deals with alternate timelines, with some characters wanting to streamline all parallel universes into what they call the "sacred timeline" and others wanting everyone to have free will, thus being able to make even the choices they aren't "supposed" to and that may create new alternative timelines. Because of that, there's a bunch of skipping through time and different universes and some characters meet alternate versions of themselves, called "variants."

Loki actually meets a bunch of his own variants, going from "what if Loki's invasion of Earth was successful" to Classical Comicbook Loki to Loki But As An Alligator. But the most important of them is a female Loki who hates being one variant among many, has been on the run from and fighting against the "sacred timeline" people since she was a child, and changed her name to Sylvie to better represent her individuality. They have bit of a rough first meeting but they're also immediately drawn to each other.

Loki very clearly falls in love with Sylvie but her feelings seem to be more ambiguous, as she's attracted to him and sometimes wants him close, but she's also very distrustful and headstrong so she's quick to push him away when they disagree over what they should do, and in the end, what she wants most doesn't seem to be being with Loki but rather simply having a normal, peaceful life as a regular person on Earth. The ending of the series doesn't really let them reconnect and figure it out either, as Loki sacrifices himself to protect her and everyone else and, while he doesn't die, it seems pretty unlikely that they'll ever see each other again.

Anyway, the fandom was... divided, so to say, about this ship from its very introduction.

Some antis accused the series of "promoting incest," arguing that, because they were two different people but probably still had the same DNA as well as the same family background, they were more like two twins who canonically kissed each other. Others actually identified Loki/Sylvie as selfcest, but they thought that selfcest in itself was "weird" and "gross", with some even going as far as saying that, because Loki was more or less confirmed as genderfluid in a "blink and you'll miss it" bit in the closing theme, the writers were literally separating his character in a "boy part" and a "girl part" and then making them a couple because they hadn't actually bothered to try and understand people in real life who identify as both or neither or sometimes one and sometimes the other and probably had some very weird misconceptions, as well as trying to make Loki "look cishet" anyway to mask his being queer by putting him in a seemingly straight relationship.

Shippers, on the other hand, tried to explain away Loki and Sylvie being variants of the same person, claiming it wasn't selcest because "Loki" was more a role different people played in different universes than anything elsese, because Sylvie didn't consider herself a Loki variant so she should be considered an entirely her own person by fans as well, or because her background wasn't really explored that much aside from being from Asgard and having once called herself Loki so Sylvie and Loki actually having different parents was still a possibility.

Let me tell you, it was a real MESS, lol.

Hi Anon,

I do include selfcest on the blog and I post it on the main, actually, so I'll reblog this over soon. I talk about Loki and Sylvie in this post, but that was during the first season.

The fandom's various interpretations and levels of discomfort are very interesting. It was certainly a bold choice by the writers, and I think they must have interpreted the fan reaction as mainly negative (whether that was actually the case or not) because they backed away from the relationship a lot in season 2. While Loki and Sylvie weren't indifferent to each other, the dynamic was completely different and the romantic vibes seemed to be gone. That was a huge disappointment to me and there's so much disconnect with season 1.

[original-orbus]

Stories from Argo Academy part 2

Once again crossposted on A03. Will link that and the last part at the end.

Hello once again, and welcome to my 3 a.m. writing, Sesh. Today I have for you a follow-up or parallel chapter following Josephine. To set the scene, this is the second part of a three- or four-parter, setting up Argo Academy and opening the floor to more demigod stories. Don't worry though; you will still see a lot of these two after this resolves. Also, I don't know how to denote text messages in writing, so I will place them in these things until I get a better idea.

Being a child of Poseidon comes with its ups and downs. On the one hand, you have an incredibly powerful heritage, only truly rivaled by the children of the other big three. But on the other hand, you are perpetually stuck in second place, always falling behind someone or something.

For Josephine, this wasn't as big a deal; she was always comfortable where she lay, able to satisfy her desires, and fit wherever she needed to be. However, there were times when even she would look towards someone else and wish that maybe she could stand where they stood, have what they had, or perhaps even drag them down to her level. She was like the ocean in those kinds of ways, fluid and warm, but also greedy and envious at times.

There had been a lot of that this week. First, she had to deal with a transfer camper practically hanging off her partner Charlie (the son of Apollo), which, all in all, wasn't actually that bad, but it set a precedent for the week to come. Then she got into a fight with a son of Zeus over bathroom cleaning duty, where she so desperately wanted to emulate a previous Poseidon child and blast their ass. And to top it all off, tonight her frustrations almost boiled over because her friends cancelled their night out at the last minute, only to go out with their other friends. Maybe this last one wasn't as bad, but she had been looking forward to tonight, giving her a much-needed escape from her camp responsibilities for just one night, and so to have it pulled out from beneath her left her feeling some type of way.

So now she lay upon the roof of her cabin, staring up into the night sky, watching the stars, and trying to get her mind off her woes. It wasn't as easy to see the stars out here as it was back home, but at least laying here like this brought her back then momentarily.

She couldn't help but remember those nights every now and then, back when she still lived out at sea, when nothing else mattered besides the metal beneath you and the dark waters around you. Back then, it was just her and her mom, living off the sea for half the year and staying on the mainland for the other half.

As these memories rose within her, she began to feel the sting of saltwater in her eyes once again as she clenched her jaw and fought to stay afloat as the waves came crashing down inside her.

After what seemed like an eternity but was most likely just a matter of minutes, Josephine regained control of her vessel and stilled the waters.

She would sit up from her position on the roof and look out over the camp, the place she called home for half her life, and something she had been musing about for weeks would click into place.

Despite every bad thing she's experienced since coming here, Camp Half-Blood was truly home to her.

But it was time to move on, to find something better. She would push herself off the roof as she pulled out her phone, steps of water forming underneath her as she formulated a message to send.

~If you are receiving this message, then I think you would be interested in what I have to say. I love Camp Half-Blood, but despite that, I'm leaving camp. I'm hoping to go out there and create something new, another safe space for demigods. I don't know if I will succeed, but I feel like it is something I must do. I am extending an invitation to you all, whether you choose to accept it or not. If you are interested, meet down at the lake at midnight.~

As she typed and erased, and typed and erased, she would make her way over to a familiar cabin, covered in colors that seemed to drain life out of everything around it. The Hades cabin is the home of Kenneth Michael Armstrong.

Unfortunately for her, as she climbed the steps towards the front door, she would find her friend missing. Normally, at this time of night, she could find them sitting on the steps of their home, sketching whatever ends up wandering through the night. Tonight instead, all she found was Kenneth's personal Undead, Arthur, cleaning up the empty cabin. As she approached, Arthur would look up slowly before shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders before returning to the task at hand.

Despite this setback, Josephine would type out another text to her dear friend before waving to Arthur and doing an about face to walk off.

~Hey Ken Ken, I stopped by your cabin on the way to the lake but found you weren't home. I'm going to assume you went out and lost track of time. If or when you get back tonight, let me know. We need to talk.~

As Josephine walked the path towards the lake, she would feel the shadows shudder beside her as a familiar presence appeared beside her and matched her stride. She gave Kenneth a quick glance, immediately placing the frost covering their clothes and the snow dusted throughout their hair.

"Aww, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your trip to the tundra? I'll try to keep it quick so you can go back." Josephine would tease her friend as she reached out to brush some of the snow away.

"If you must know, I decided to stop by the arctic to see some penguins, and I would really like to get back to them. They’re almost ready to accept me into their pack." Kenneth would respond back in kind, their voice rough as if it hadn't been used in a few days. "Anyway, what's this about? Did something happen?"

As Kenneth spoke, they would take note of the state of Josephine’s eyes, seeing the telltale signs of her crying. Silently, they would reach into the shadows around them before retrieving an ice cream bar from his stash for her, to help her feel better.

In response, Josephine would pass her phone over to Kenneth in exchange for the ice cream bar, with her phone screen open to the message she sent out on the way over. She took the time when Ken was reading to begin snacking on the sweet treat.

As she ate her treat, Josephine would once again look over at Kenneth. It was moments like these that reminded her why she loved them so much. If it were anyone else, they might have made a big deal out of it or even not noticed that she had been crying. But Kenneth always seemed to notice and offer silent support until she needed or wanted to talk.

"Oh, you're working on Argo again? I can't say I'm surprised, but what decided it?" Kenneth had previously been Josephine's partner in crime when it came to working on Argo stuff, so they immediately recognized what this meant. After reading through the message once more, they opened up the member list of the group chat to look over who was recruited.

"I don't know, Ken. Something finally clicked for me tonight. But you and I both know it was going to happen sooner or later." Josephine would briefly pause in her speech, her tone full of certainty and emotion. "Despite everything, this place just ain’t right for us, and it's not right for a lot of people."

Kenneth would remain silent in response, thinking through their own feelings. She was right; despite how much they both tried to make it work, as they grew older and older, it became more and more obvious that they were mismatched.

"What're your thoughts on the recruits? Anyone missing?" Josephine would take her phone back after Kenneth was done reading.

"I think it wouldn't hurt to include a few more people, reach out, and see if anyone from Jupiter wants in. I'm sure someone from there feels the same as we do." Kenneth hadn't spent as much time over at Camp Jupiter as others, but there were likely to be people like them. "Aside from that, you have a decent split of gods, which should make construction and planning easier. Let's just hope they all show up."

And with that message, the two would continue on towards the lake, discussing the pros and cons of the different people on the list as well as possible locations to set up shop.

Alright, everyone. I think I feel moderately good about this chapter. I didn't really plan to update this so soon, but this sort of mini-introduction arc should hopefully lay the groundwork for more stories in the future. As always, let me know your thoughts, and thanks for reading. Next time, it will probably be the meeting or the aftermath of the meeting. Maybe a whole new perspective. Who knows? Not me.

[flatwoodsdemon]

some genuine art tips that aren’t just “don’t make characters ugly”

been seeing a lot of.. very bad art advice over on twitter, ranging from the useless to the downright offensive, so i’d thought i’d give some tips that can usually be applied to a wide range of body types. 

Your wrists roughly line up with the bottom of your crotch - mark out a line parallel to your characters crotch for an easy arm length guide. This, of course, can be exaggerated if you want! But it’s a good rule of thumb if you struggle with arm length.

Don’t forget to draw heels! Not as in a shoe, but as in your actual anatomical heel. A LOT of beginner artists draw a very straight line on the inner leg - if your character looks unbalanced, check your heel! Ankles are less of a point where the legs meet, and more of a curve in and out, as pictured below. 

Another leg tip - your toes will always point in the direction that your knee is facing. Your knee controls your lower leg, so if your knee is facing right, so is your foot. Try and see if you can move your foot without shifting your knee even slightly - I bet you can’t. And even if you can - it’s usually an uncomfortable position to hold for an extended period of time. If the pose looks unnatural or unbalanced, make sure the direction of your characters knees and fit are aligned. 

Cis men rarely have entirely flat chests - while it may appear that way with a shirt on, pecs exist, even if they’re small! Give your shirtless cis men some tiddy. Pec size will increase with muscle mass and/or fat. 

When it comes to cell-shading, I’ve discovered that less is more! Simplified characters don’t need shadows in every clothing fold - your lineart can actually do a lot of the heavy lifting in that regard. Of course this is all dependant on art style, but if you lean more towards cartoons, minimal shading might work a lot better. 

When thinking about art, and using reference, try to think in shapes rather than lines. If you think about the lines, you get too fussed about little details and your gestures will be kinda stiff - view every body part as it’s own shape. Shoulders can be either circles or squares depending on your characters build, for example. A lot of people say “draw characters made up of rectangles” - but I personally find that using a wide variety of shapes helps me a lot more than sticking to just one. 

Drawing from life is important, but so is studying other artist’s work - especially if stylisation is your goal. Turning complex squishy human bodies into something simple is a hard skill to learn, and it’s important to look at other cartoon/anime artists to see how they do things - especially when it comes to aspects that you’re finding hard to simplify, like certain hairstyles or hands. Hell, trace em if you gotta, just make sure they’re credited. 

Do so many sketches. Sketches prove that you are thinking about what you’re drawing. Your first draft can be as messy as possible - think of it as stretching. Drawing is an exercise for both your arm and mind, so make sure to warm up! 

[tearosepedall]

(I hope you don't mind Op, I saw your amazing art and got inspired to write a little fic about it. I rarely write fic in general so I hope this is good ^^

SPOILERS FOR TGAA 1 AND 2)

(TW Mention of childbirth and death)

the only sound that accompanies Mikotoba in this dingy cabin on the outskirts of London as he warms up the towel and water is the sound of his heartbeat thumping demandingly in his ears, firewood crackling heating up water, and a woman's muffled wails coming from the other room. A woman who is about to give birth.

When Mikotoba Arrived- They exchanged very brief pleasantries. Mikotoba makes haste in preparing the necessary things to make this ordeal safe for both for the Lady and her unborn child.

Despite The Lady's weakened condition, lying down flat on a Floormat. She grits her teeth and smiles at him. Through her labored breath, she expresses her apologies that She couldn't meet him in better circumstances. with a ragged voice and sweat pouring along her flustered cheeks, She asked him bluntly if he had done this before, delivering a child she meant.

years of learned expression working in the most populated hospital in London- he managed to confidently assure her without his voice faltering That yes, he had done this before. She is searching for something in his eyes, and whatever she finds, her shoulders slightly sag with relief.

his words are not technically a lie but he feels like those words of assurance are threatening to choke him alive.

While Mikotoba's medical expertise doesn't extend to childbirth. He has assisted in delivering his Little Susato into the world.

Holding your child for the first time should be a joyful moment in any father's life, and it was for him. Unfortunately, in exchange for his little cherry blossom to bloom into the world- another had wilted and died.

His Wife, His beloved Ayame.

that day as he gained new love- He lost another. so that ordeal is not something he likes to repeat here.

His mind runs wild with scenarios and what-ifs. One particular memory from those darkest times in his life comes assaulting his mind time after time again as he makes preparations.

"I'm sorry Mikotoba-san....But your wife...she-"

but he quickly pushes that down saying that this time it WILL be different.

his own personal grief is irrelevant in the face of 2 potential lives being in danger right now. and he's literally the only one who can save both of them, Not to mention the utmost secrecy of this whole thing. so armed with the knowledge that he has and his resolve to fulfill a promise to his dying friend. He lifted the warm pot of water with the clean towel and made his way to the lady's side.

"We are going to make it my love, We will," said Ayame

all of them will walk out of that room with a bundle of joy in their hands. All of them.

This should be enough, as Mikotoba tested the water temperature himself self Not too hot not too cold. This should be enough, he repeats it like a mantra, a prayer. douth would do little help in this situation. he makes final preparations.

so with that, Mikotoba asked The Lady if she was ready- and she responded with only a sharp nod of confirmation. with that, Mikotoba calmly yet urgently tells her to begin pushing.

----

“No matter how vast the universe may be, with hundreds of possibilities, it revels in Repeating Patterns and Parallels does it not, my good Friend?” Sholmes had told Mikotoba those words many years ago in one of their early adventures together, For some unknown reason, That phrase stuck with Him.

Repeating Patterns and Parallels

As they take on more and more cases, and as their reputation grows to be known as the Legendary Duo. Mikotoba has seen more and more Repeating Patterns and Parallels around them. unfortunately, it's the tragic variety that happens more often than he would like.

"THATS IT, KEEP GOING"

some of the Patterns and Parallels seem to, uncomfortably so, be a reflection of him.

"NURSE HELP ME, MIKOTOBA PLEASE STAND BACK-"

"BUT MY WIFE, PLEASE-"

He's not too keen on being psychoanalyzed by the universe. to be confronted about something he's so desperately trying to get away from. echoed of voices in his past came crashing trow his ear. overwhelming his senses it almost made him sick.

"This is going to be good for you Yujin, you need a break"

"and when will you come back and Raise her Yujin? She already lost her Mother, she can't lose her Father too-"

"So you're a widowed I take it?"

"You going to be ok Mikotoba"

"Dr Mikotoba, Need your assistance"

"...Dr Mikotoba"

"MIKOTOBA!"

-----

The sound of a baby's cry came parsing through the fog like a ray of sunlight.

"Congratulations it's a healthy girl"

-----

It was a harrowing birth. He welcomed the baby into the world. But despite his effort, Lady Backservilled died in childbirth. A familiar Numbness blanketed him. Mikotoba feels like he is doing everything automatically at this point- Cleaning, sanitizing, Bathing, and now Disposing of the lady's dead body.

He doesn't know how long he has been standing outside now Just staring at the makeshift grave he has marked of a Lady whom he knows now as Lady Backsterville. he prays that her spirit doesn't haunt him for not doing a lavish job of making a grave fit for a noble Lady.

He hoped that she could forgive him for not doing enough

He looks up into the sky- the stars have begun to fade. when he arrived here, it was 12 at midnight- now he could see the sky was brightening in navy blue but no sun had dared to peak on the horizon yet. so 5 In the morning give or take.

"...She didn't make it," The doctor told him.

Mikotoba's sight, he feels like hes underwater and His eyes sting with unshed tears threatening to overflow. why does his chest feel heavy? he doesn't know the woman for Kami's sake!. He has lost patients before, it's an unfortunate circumstance when it happened but he knows he can't save everyone- (Like he can't save his wife) he only knows the woman briefly. they exchange very few words with each other. it's only after that he even finds out who she really is...was.

so why.

why does it feel like his heart is cut open in that familiar pattern again? An old wound that he thought had sealed being reopened 6 years later like it never healed? a Hurt that threatened to kill him with heartache alone? Mikotoba can only sigh to relieve some heaviness in his heart that's almost all-consuming.

He is so tired. But he has an infant to take care of now.

he washed him left and He made his way to the cabin. Mikotoba opened the door and was greeted with the sight of the sleeping infant in question. Thanks to Lady Baksterville's hindsight. she brought with her some supplies for the child, the little bundle of joy is in a basket curled up in probably the softest and warmest blanket money can afford.

Mikotoba just stares at the basket. no matter how commonplace childbirth is- it never ceases to take his breath away. he almost doesn't dare touch something so fragile. Her body is smaller than his whole hand. He picks up the child and cradles her near his chest.

But the sudden movement seemed to stir the child and made her weep. and he just stared at her for what felt like an eternity- Like a deer in a headlight, making no move to comfort Her.

a memory of Susato came into his mind exactly like this. the memory of the past overlapping his vision of the present. then and now colliding in one moment. the same tragic act and dance. and he is the never-changing player, forever stuck in his role as a character, while surrounded by rotating cast members, despite their effort, cannot change the outcome of the tragic script that has been written no matter how hard he tries. the tragic tales start and end the same.

just like Ayame and now just like Miss Baksterville.

Both Mothers died and left a healthy baby girl and a grieving medical student behind in their wake.

Repeating Patterns and Parallels, Is it not, My good friend?

Maybe it the exhaustion, Maybe it's the 6 years' worth of stressful situations all accumulating and finally cascading into this one moment, Maybe it's Genshin- his greatest friend and companion is going to be executed tomorrow in a foreign land far away from his family, maybe because ones again- despite his best efforts, he is utterly useless in helping those around him that he care so deeply for.

It hit him like a tidal wave ones he realized how utterly familiar this feeling really was. he couldn't hold it anymore. he feels his feet trying to give out underneath him. he descends to the wooden floor, back leaning against the wall, bringing the infant still wailing in his arm down with him. something ugly bubbles inside his chest and finally- Finally…Finally.

He weeps alongside her for who knows how long, whispering apologies and praying to Kami for forgiveness.

in a cruel twist of faith, he found himself in the same exact situation that he had thought he would never repeat again, a situation he promised himself would never happen again under his watch as long as he was a man of medicine- yet it did.

A baby girl was born crying into the world without her mother to greet and comfort them. and as he cradled both girls, past and present, he wept alongside them.

doctor mikotoba and the way history repeats itself.

[lanshengic]

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In addition, Vce(sat) has a positive temperature coefficient effect, and the tight parameter distribution between devices helps simplify the design and easily connect multiple IGBT tubes in parallel to meet the needs of high-power applications.

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[catthu]

Puppy Parenting, Baby Parenting, Education

I got a puppy back in March. Somehow I'd really believed that if I didn't train my puppy to be a good dog, and at some point had to give her up to a shelter, she would be un-adoptable and would be put down. So I took my puppy training duty super seriously. The first month or two were very difficult; I barely had time for work, minimal rest, and nothing else. As soon as the puppy became fully vaccinated, I sent her to puppy school to both get her better training and get myself time to catch up on the mountain of work accumulated. There hadn't been a day during the first month when I didn't think about sending her back to the shelter ‒ to ease the work on myself, to give her a better life (where's the big yard? the pool? other dogs to play with? a family with multiple people to give her attention?), and to give her a drastically better chance of being re-adopted, while still a puppy.

Nikki is a little more than a year old now. She's very sweet, super cuddly, rarely barks, has never met a stranger (or strange dog), has never shown aggression. I consider this a success. But what passes as success now is different from my preconception of success before I got a dog. I had thought, from previous ideas and hours reading about dog training, that successful training meant a calm, obedient dog: a dog that walks well on leash, sits when you tell her to, knows a handful of impressive tricks, curls up calmly by the couch instead of jumping all over guests, gets off the counter and not get on it in the first place, gathers fallen leaves in the garden into a pile on command (no really, I did think I would teach my dog this). Nikki doesn't do any of that. It would certainly be convenient if she did. But the convenience would be for me, not for her. And the thing is, all of that stuff that had once presented themselves as necessary fruits of successful training now seems utterly unimportant.

Most people praise the puppy's confidence when they first meet her. This is noteworthy because rescue dogs suffer all sorts of fears and traumas. Nikki doesn't have deep-seated fears or traumas; she explores with refreshing curiosity that makes you see the world differently with every walk. Nikki has a pulling tendency on leash. I actually looked into training her out of this, but decided not to, because the "solution" involves training the dog to pay attention to you the entire walk, ignoring the surrounding. What a limiting way to live! She extends herself eagerly towards every person, every dog (although she could benefit from learning boundaries). This, to me, is success.

As always, the breakdown of nature vs. nurture is not clear, but it's fair to say that both contributed some amount. Imagine a parallel universe with an abused Nikki; she would be fearful and traumatized.

In humans, scientific literature leans heavily towards nurture having very little effects on the big five personality traits. To say that nurture doesn't matter, however, is misguided. For one, there are many other personality dimensions. More importantly, good nurturing is not guiding children towards a destination of ideal personality types, but to provide the tools with which children can make the best of their personalities, in their journey towards themselves.

This holiday season, I got to spend some time with a good friend and her two-year-old. The baby reminds me of Nikki: confident, no fear, no traumas, friendly towards others, unbounded curiosity towards the world. I had thought that there was a lot of parallels between raising a puppy and raising a baby, and discussions with my friend confirmed that our approaches were similar in important ways. (Sometimes people also look at me weirdly for comparing a kid to a dog, so be assured that the parents weren't offended by this comparison.) Much of traditional parenting is akin to teaching a puppy obedience and cool tricks. I wouldn't go so far as to say that that approach is wrong; but to raise a being, human or puppy, and allow them the space to grow into positivity and confidence, and grow into themselves, means to prioritize their personality over your own (and sometimes, other people's) convenience. To offer guidance and a secure base, but get out of the way.

Mainstream discourse oscillates between two worlds: you're a tiger mom, or you're coddling your children. But my friend's baby is the living and growing demonstration that there are better ways. The baby is smart and self-sufficient for her age. At less than two-year-old, she can recognize most letters in the alphabet. She runs around by herself chatting up other people; when she trips and falls, she stands up without crying. Her days are full of laughter. She's rarely told that she can't do something. She rarely cries; but when she does, the parents know something is wrong and offer affection. Babies likely won't remember specific memories of when they're two years old, but if ignored they will likely remember, subconsciously or not, feeling abandoned when scared and needing attention. Same for a dog ‒ leave a dog alone for several hours in the cargo hold of an airplane, and they will remember feeling scared and abandoned without their owner. To answer these cries at the right time is to offer a secure base from which they can grow.

I lead an education non-profit, and have pursued better education intervention for years. As children get older, challenges to their education grow exponentially: you have to help them to not only learn new things, but also unlearn old things. So a more effective intervention is to help younger children. All roads in educational thinking lead to the Roman empire of childhood parenting, not at the early school age of kindergarten, but at the even earlier age of babyhood. It's a shame, I think, that parenting education ‒ teaching parents how to do a better job ‒ isn't considered more of a public good. I think it's worth it to pay people to attend parenting school. But that's a subject for another day.

My friend, mother of the two-year-old in this essay, pointed out that even the "teaching" attitude of education is condescending and assuming. Children understand themselves, know (explicitly or implicitly) what they need, and in many cases, they have as much to teach us as we to teach them. I've long been interested in non-coercive education, with Sudbury schools in the US one example of such models. This isn't an essay about Sudbury schools, so I'll be brief in summarizing the important points. There's no curriculum, no requirements, other than being present in school a couple of hours per day. Children interact in a mixed-aged environment, between 5 and 19 years old, and participate in a one-person-one-vote democracy governance system, along with school staff, regardless of age. There has not been a lot of studies into these schools yet; there exists preliminary assessments that Sudbury students who choose to go to college do comparably to their traditional school peers, and all students as a whole lead happier lives. Regardless, the idea is intriguing. My hunch is that Sudbury does the "get out of the way" part very well. The guidance part, however, might benefit from extra structure. A sometimes pipe dream of mine is to open a similar school, with rooms for rotating "X-in-residence" every semester where X could be anything (astronaut, artist, chemist, entrepreneur...). The in-residence professional would do their work in their office, interact with the students when approached, introduce them to the work and profession. Not only would this provide more guidance and inspiration, it would also bridge the gap between school and the real world.

At the end of the day, a school is just a school. Another school doesn't solve the scalability problem of education. Another Sudbury school might provide an intermediate milestone by further popularizing the idea; but to me, the holy grail is not to open more Sudbury schools, but to bring the philosophy of Sudbury schools into the household of every child. Teach parents to respect their children's personalities and get out of the way. Allow children to decide how they want to spend their time. Give children a voice and a vote in decision making processes. More public goods in the form of free, accessible events with inspiring people, so children can explore their interests. Give parents incentives to bring their children there. Every child should be given security and the space to grow into the best version of themselves.

[the-single-element]

Good morning.

We’ve passed the halfway point of our Lenten journey. Like any journey, it’s natural, at this phase, to feel a rush of excitement - to exclaim “we’re halfway there!” And so it’s a joyful day, at least, comparatively. It’s one of the two days of the year that the liturgical color is rose (that is, pink), where the solemnity of violet seasons - penitent, contemplative seasons - is cut with the hope of joys to come.

In this particular moment, we turn again to John’s good news, for the second of our three Signs: the story of Jesus giving sight to a man who was born blind. Indeed, all the readings today have to do with sight, both in the literal sense, and in the metaphorical sense of “how you perceive the world”.

Of all the Gospels, John’s good news is the account that most consistently shows Jesus misunderstood by his contemporaries. His statements get interpreted literally when he’s speaking in metaphor, and metaphorically when he’s being literal. People come into encounters with him with the wrong assumptions about what they’re going to find there - primed by the world they were born into and grew up in - and so they try to interpret what happens according to those assumptions, and get hopelessly confused.

And so, before long, Jesus meets a man whose literal blindness is a mirror to that metaphorical blindness - a beggar who was “blind from birth”.

Jesus’s disciples assume that the blindness is proof of sin - punishment for sin. Jesus sees that blindness, rather, as a call to action - work to be done, before it’s too late - and so, he gets down to business. He works with his hands - going against his era’s mainstream interpretation of what’s included in the commandment of “Sabbath rest” - and sends the man to go wash his eyes.

And that’s where the real meat of the reading begins. An extended argument about what has just happened gets kicked off, between onlookers, the religious authorities, and even the beggar’s own family, with this cured beggar himself caught in the middle, more a prop used by the arguers to further their argument, rather than a participant in his own right. John deliberately muddles the waters here with an anachronism: a level of... open opposition to Jesus’s message (people being “expelled from the synagogue” for acknowledging him) that as far as we know didn’t begin until decades later, when the rifts between Christians and Jews were becoming unmendable.

The intended effect, I think, is twofold. First, to draw a parallel between the controversies of Christ’s time with those of John’s own day. Second, via those controversies, to contrast the behavior of powerful religious leaders blinded by their priors, by their preexisting assumptions, against someone (whose blindness from birth on one level represents having no priors at all) simply telling the truth about what happened to him.

Jesus’s repeated argument in John’s account is that we should trust our own eyes. But that means recognizing that there are things your current worldview does not yet see - which the only way to see is to recognize your preexisting blindness.

(That’s how Samuel found David in the First Reading - by discarding his presumptions about what God’s anointed would look like.)

And once you’re willing to lay those presumptions aside, the proof is in the pudding, and you can recognize the true doctrine by the fruit it bears.

(Paul reminds us as much in the Second Reading, urging us to live like the whole world is watching, since, after all, it is.)

Where can we begin? Well... this is a journey! Each step is preceded by its prerequisite steps. Last week, for example, we spoke of the power of reconciliation. It’s as easy as breathing, once you’ve labeled someone as an enemy, as sinful, to start discounting everything they say; there is no better place to start reconsidering our assumptions than “that person I thought was my enemy - were some of their criticisms valid? What did I miss when I was rejecting what they were saying, when I was instinctively taking the opposite position to them on everything?” The blind man of today’s Good News experienced the sharp end of this - asked for his opinion, only for it to be ignored because he born blind (and thus “sinful”).

But that’s far from the only place we can go wrong, right? Sometimes it’s the opposite: there’s someone you respect, so when they say something, you just assume it’s true. Or you live your whole life in a particular area, where things are a particular way, and so you don’t realize that in other places or social circles, things might be very different. In all of these cases, the openness of a little child is required - the openness to changing our minds, the neuroplasticity and curious mind of youth, which can see something that doesn’t make sense, and - instead of dismissing it as nonsense - will keep asking questions until it does, and, if necessary, go back and revise what it thought it had learned before.

So we are called, at this turning point of the Lenten journey, to reconsider those things that we had always just assumed. To think about whether our justifications for our old behavior actually make sense. To help bring about our metanoia, our own change of direction, by seeking out those truths that had been hiding in our blind spots. If we can do that, then we’ll be able to see as we’ve never seen before, and maybe, by that light which was in Jesus then and is in us now, we’ll catch another glimpse of the world to come, for which we still hope, and towards which we’re still journeying.

[neuvillettes]

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ a/n: this took me so long. mostly bc i hate writing smut rip. i also only meant for this to be about 1-2k words aha. i got a lil carried away ig >.<

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the sound of yu’s cackling is quickly muffled by the click of the door sealing shut into place. you slip on your mask and pull your hood on to conceal your face. you didn’t exactly want anyone to recognize you right now. you stuff your hands into your hoodie pocket and make your way to the store you promised dabi you would meet him at. it’s a short 5 minute walk before you can make out a tall and dark figure leaning against the store’s front, cigarette in hand and tendrils of semi-translucent smoke slithering out of his lips. although his face, like you, is covered by his hood and a mask that currently rests under his bottom lip for access to his mouth, you can clearly make out that the tall and broad frame belongs to only one person. dabi.

you catch yourself staring but before you can make another step towards him, a pair of eyes as turquoise as the pacific sea land on your very own e/c orbs. your breath is momentarily stolen from you as you feel the warmth in your face rise despite the cold bite of the winter’s air. dabi’s lips curl into a boyishly crooked smile once he registers that it’s you behind the mask. the cigarette he was previously puffing on is put out against the storefront and he flicks away what’s left of the tobacco-filled stick.

dabi pushes himself off of the wall and extends his arm in your direction, hand opening for you to take. “come on doll,” he raises the bag that’s in his other hand and shakes it for emphasis, “let’s get out of this cold and eat.”

“there better be a receipt in there.” you grumble before taking his unusually tempered hand in yours. you sigh contentedly as his warmth surrounds you. you comfortably lean into him as you let him lead the way back to his safehouse.

a chuckle passes through his lips as he responds. “i swear there’s a receipt in the bag, angel. you really think i’d risk facing your wrath?”

“just needed to make sure you knew better.” you let out a giggle as he rolls his eyes.

the walk to his safehouse is a short one. longer than you walk to the store from your place but not by much. it was maybe an extra ten minutes. the place is tucked away in an alley down a flight of stairs. dabi lets go of your hand to fish for a key. once he’s unlocked some kind of keypad, he punches in a code and waits for the click. he turns the handle and softly pushes the door in order to get it to fully unlock. he holds the door open for you gesturing with a nod of his head to indicate that you can enter first.

the place was nothing special. just a small studio with no windows. there’s a queen sized mattress on the floor tucked in the corner with a tv parallel to it against the wall. the kitchen is small too with the sink having no counter space and being flush with the stove and abnormally small fridge. you can tell this place is set up to only be used a few days at a time. you had been wondering why dabi was so persistent about staying with you but now you understand. you wouldn’t want to be cooped up in this dark and small space alone for long either.

dabi pulls out all of your favorite convenience store food and you squeal in delight when you see he bought everything single one of your favorites. with a shit eating grin he slides you a receipt with all of the items he has spread out on the table listed on it. you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

“y’know — i was just giving you a hard time. i knew you wouldn’t actually steal that stuff.” you slide the receipt back to him and he chuckles before picking up the paper and folds it twice. he slots the receipt between his index and middle finger, winking at you and incinerating the paper completely.

you roll your eyes again and scoff. “show off.”

“oh c’mon, doll. admit it, you thought that was hot.” the blue flamed fugitive smirks at you lazily.

you hum, paying more attention to unwrapping one of your food items than to dabi. “whatever helps you sleep at night, touya.” you look up at his through your lashes as you take a bite out of your food.

dabi watches you for a few moments, chewing on his bottom lip as his watches the way your lips wrap around your food. his mind runs wild with ungodly thoughts of how your lips would feel against his own, or against the skin of his neck, his stomach, his…

dabi’s thoughts are interrupted by your questioning voice. he blinks thrice before furrowing his brow and focusing his vision back onto your entire form. “um.. sorry- what?” he lets out a breathy chuckle due to nerves and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

you tilt your head to the side, face showing a hint of concern. “i asked if you were going to join me? are you not hungry?”

“ah. right. yeah,” dabi pulls out his chair and plops himself down into it unceremoniously, “let’s eat.”

you both eat in a comfortable silence. unlike dabi, you can’t finish all of your food, so you put away what you can’t finish and throw away the wrappers to what you could finish. you also clean up after dabi and he voices his appreciation. dabi uses the restroom while you put things away and when he comes back out he has undressed himself, he’s clad only in his sweats.

you have a hard time not staring at his surprisingly toned torso but manage before realizing you hadn’t brought anything of your own to sleep in.

“you wouldn’t mind if i stole your t-shirt to sleep in, would you?” you wring your hands together in nervousness. you’re not sure why the question makes your heart race a little faster and heat rise in your cheeks. it’s a simple request, one you’ve ask him of before. but you knew, you knew this time the implication was different. you wanted this, it was dabi — your touya, you had only ever been able to dream of this until now. so why in the hell did it make you so damn nervous? you take a dreep breath before looking up to touya.

dabi wasn’t sure what he was expecting either to be quite honest. he didn’t want to assume anything, even after making that quip about him kissing you. but, he sure as hell wasn’t expecting you to be this cute while trying to be so bold. touya gives you a soft smile. “yeah. it’s folded on the counter in the bathroom. it’s all yours, angel.”

you nod your head and swiftly make your way to the bathroom. you look at your reflection in the mirror momentarily. you begin to overanalyze your features. quickly realizing what you’re doing, you shake your head and lightly slap your cheeks while taking a deep breath and telling yourself that you ‘got this’. you’re quick to strip down to only your panties. you shudder at the sudden nakedness you feel. you nimbly grasp at the shirt and as you open it to pull over your head to put on, you’re hit with a mixture of fresh mint and cigarettes. touya’s scent, the faint cigarette smell is newer, but the fresh mint has always been touya’s. you smile as you close your eyes and wrap your arms around the t-shirt and yourself. you take that minute to yourself before shutting off the light and making your way back to touya.

the lights in the room are off as well, the tv is the only thing illuminating the room. there’s already a movie starting to play on the screen but that’s the last thing you’re paying attention to. you watch touya’s eye trail along every curve of your body as you come into view. it’s like he’s memorizing every edge, every curve, every ounce of your being, he’s searing it into his brain, just in case this is the only time he gets to see you like this.

you softly smile at his wondering gaze and join him on the mattress. touya’s sat on top of the covers so you make a beeline for him and cuddle up to his side in order to keep yourself warm. he chuckles and it reverberates throughout your entire body. you look up to him with curiosity in your eyes. his smile is almost softer now than it was previously, his hand moves without a thought and he holds the side of your face as he caresses your cheek. your eyes instinctively close in satisfaction and you hum, letting a small smile rest on your lips.

dabi whispers as though, if he speaks any louder, your little bubble will be popped. “so about that kiss…”

he left his question open, struggling to imagine you agreeing to such a thing. but your quick to show him otherwise as you momentarily glance at his lips before leaning in and nodding. “it’s all i could think about since you mentioned it…” you tread just as carefully as he did.

touya doesn’t waste another second, closing the rest of the distance and sealing his mouth against yours. his lips are warm and surprisingly soft. they fit so well against yours, it makes you think of two puzzle pieces that are meant to fit, finally being put together. you’ve never felt this much passion in just one kiss. the leftover tension between the two of you quickly dissipates and your left wanting more, wanting to be closer to him even as he’s kissing you.

you can’t help but to let out a soft and whimpered hum of delight. touya takes that as a hint to push things a little further. he’s still cautious, but he’s slowly starting to lose his self control. his hand that was on your cheek slides to the back of your neck, fingers entangling with your hair as he gently tilts your head and pulls you in to deepen the kiss. you let out another noise of satisfaction, and with each sound you make, touya tests the waters further. he skillfully opens your mouth with his own licking the underside of your lips before finding your tongue and entangling them together.

you’re not sure when, but your arms have found themselves looped around touya’s neck and use that to steady yourself when he grabs at your hips and sits you on his lap, legs on either side of his hips. you let out a surprised squeal but is quickly turns into a moan when touya nips at your bottom lip then laps at your tongue again before taking it in between his own lips and sucking on it. when he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are burning and you feel hot under his gaze.

your eyelids feel heavy and you look at him through your lashes. your hands, seemingly having a mind of their own, find their way to the hair at the nape of touya’s neck and tug. his lids droop and he lets out a noise that’s something in between a groan and a growl. you feel a goring pressure underneath you and you can’t help but to grind yourself down onto the bulge growing underneath you inside of touya’s boxers.

dabi’s head drops to your shoulder and he lets out a shuddered breath. “hah- angel, i don’t want to ruin this, god knows i want nothing else than to keep going. but i need to know you’re completely sure you want this. what is your limit?”

the villain tries to listen intently while he starts nipping and kissing your neck. you gasp at the unexpected attention to the sensitive area and try your best to level your voice while responding. “i want this, touya, want all of you. please, i’ve waited long enough.”

you let out a surprised moan when, in response to your words, touya grasps onto your hips and roughly grinds you down onto his erection. “fuck- i’ve been waiting for this too, angel. been wanting to feel you wrapped around my cock since before i knew who you really were.”

you tug at his hair again and force his face away from his assault on your neck. he smirks at you before you crash your lips against his in a sloppy kiss. touya continues to move your hips, forcing your groins to grind together. you can feel your panties becoming soaked with your slick, the friction of the wet material against your clit making you whine into touya’s mouth. he takes the opportunity to explore your mouth once again with his tongue. the smooth metal of his tongue piercing presses into the underside of your own tongue and it’s surprisingly warm and pleasant.

you take the metal between your teeth and tongue, the action elicits a moan from the man under you. this time he’s the one to tug you by the hair to pull you away. “now you’ve done it.” he ruts into you roughly before flipping you over so he’s towering over you. large hands glide across your skin underneath his t-shirt. when touya reaches your chest he chuckles haughtily as he teases the underside of your breasts.

“you made this too easy for me, angel.” nimble fingers ghost over your nipples before he lowers his hands back down to the hem of your shirt and sliding it up to expose your bare chest. touya’s eyes gloss over with desire and he licks his bottom lip before capturing it between his teeth.

you feel heat rise to your cheeks despite the fact that your nipples were becoming erect due to their exposure to the cold air surrounding the little safehouse. “a-are you gonna just stare all night, or do something, touya?” your voice comes out breathy and hurried. you still get your point across, however, because dabi dips his head and starts nipping at your left breast whioe the other is being played with in his hand.

you gasp when he finally tugs at your nippl with his mouth. he tongue expertly twirls around your nub while he simultaneously sucks. he lets go of you with the pop of his mouth. “i couldn’t help but admire how perfect your tits are, doll.”

you cover your face with your hands and whine. “y-you can’t just… say things like that.” you stutter shyly. no one has ever treated you in such a way. not even hawks. where he treated you like a princess, touya was already treating you like a deity. it filled you with warmth that started in your chest and traveled to your core, causing your toes to curl with anticipation.

touya hums, amused by your reaction. “why not? i got the reaction i was looking for. i think i use my mouth wisely with both my words and actions.”

you don’t have a chance to quip back at him because he pulls a whimper from your lips as he tugs on your nipples with his fingers. his mouth attaches to your right breast this time and he repeats his previous actions from the other mound. your body takes over your mind as you push your chest further into dabi’s face. you feel his lips curl into a satisfied smirk, pleased with the reaction he drew from you. his hands take over his mouth’s work on your tits as his mouth travels down your body. he takes his time, sucking, biting and kissing every inch of your skin, or so it seems.

your noises start off as gasping and by the time he reaches the top of your panties, you’re whimpering and whining. his touch is searing and yet, it’s still not enough. you want more, need more of him. you want him all over, want him to cloud your senses with his touch, his smell, his taste and his voice.

dabi drags his teeth against your skin before taking the cloth of your panties between his teeth, tugging on them before letting the elastic snap back. you whine, “touya… please-“

you’ve reached your limit. you need him to touch you in the most intimate way possible. his warmth is making you feel as though you’ll ignite, yet it was somehow not enough. his heat was intoxicating and you were quickly becoming drunk off of it.

a chuckle reverberates from touya’s chest. “please what, y/n? what do you need?”

“need you, touya, please!” his bright eyes flash at you in amusement as his finally drags your underwear down your legs. but he’s not quite done teasing you. afterall, he is a villain, and his favorite part about it was seeing people squirm under his power.

“need me where?” his face lowers to level with your weeping core and his warm breath fanning over you makes your thighs squeeze together. “here?”

dabi pries your legs back open as a way to emphasize his one worded sentence. you finally crack and let yourself babble out what he wants to hear. “yes, oh god, please~ need you to touch my pussy, need you to make me feel good, make me cum. touya- please, please, please…”

“how can i deny you when you ask so nicely like that with that pretty desperate look?” he doesn’t wait for a response. dabi delves in and laps at your folds painting long stripes from your entrance to your clit with his tongue. he repeats his ministrations until your grasping and tugging at his hair and begging for more and who is he to deny you? touya brings his hand up to your mouth and taps your lips with his middle and ring finger. you open up and he gently sinks them into your mouth and orders you to suck. you oblige and swirl your tongue around his digits as you hollow your cheeks and take your time lathering his fingers in your spit.

touya whispers out a string of expletives as he draws his fingers back from your mouth, a string of saliva following. “fuck, angel, i can’t wait to play with that mouth some more soon. but this time around is all about you. we’ll save that for next time.”

the faux norette attaches lips around your clit and sucks while sinking his fingers into your dripping cunt. you’re quickly grabbing at his hair and holding on for your sanity as your whimpers turn into moans that are increasing in volume with each pump of touya’s skilled fingers. one particularly harsh tug has dabi releasing a moan that send vibrations to your clit and has you teetering on the edge of release.

“ngh~ fuck- touya, touya ‘m s’ close. gonna- gonna cum, please, please…” your grip on his hair tightens and touya’s fingers start pumping in and out of you impossibly faster. one sharp bite to your clit is what sends you falling down into ecstasy. you push yourself into his face and involuntarily squeeze your thighs against his head. your whole body convulses as your loud moans fill every empty crevice of the small space.

touya makes sure to continue his ministrations until you ride out your high completely. when your hands go slack and drop from dabi’s hair he pulls away from you with a glistening chin. you watch in a semi-lucid state as he pops his fingers into his mouth and hums into delight. you don’t even have the sense to be any miniscule amount of shameful.

it takes you a few moments to come back to your own wits and by that time dabi is pulling down his boxers, cock springing free. you catch the glint of metal piercing through his length in a jacob’s ladder. you didn’t have any expectations but you certainly didn’t expect that. however, you have no qualms about it, in fact you were quite curious. dabi takes one of your legs into his hand and presses it against your body as he teases your folds with the tip of his cock.

“you relaxed for me, angel? ready to take me?” touya is watching you intently, making sure there’s no signs of distress before he continues.

you nod shyly. “‘m ready, please, wanna feel you inside of me, touya.” it comes out as a whine and touya takes pride in how needy he’s made you even after just making you cum.

touya lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes through. his now free hand moves to encircle your clit as he moves slowly. making sure to enter slowly as he’s stretching you out. you gasp at the abruptly intense pleasure coursing through your entire body. touya hissed as he bottoms out and stills his hips but continues his work on your clit.

“f-fuck, doll. need you to relax, s’fuckin’ tight. oh fuck- feel so good, angel.” touya’s head lulls back as he groans while you squeeze around him, walls pulsing just from him being inside of you and stimulating your clit. your breathing becomes heaving and your moans grow desperate.

“i- ngh… fu-fuck, touya, touya, gonna cum again, s’close~” you claw at touya’s arm, not expecting to get this close so fast. the intensity of being with touya, making you impossibly sensitive.

“hah- yeah? barely got my dick in ya and you’re gonna cum for me already? go on then. don’t wanna disappoint me now, do you?” you whimper and all it takes is for touya to shift his hips back only to slam them back into you. your back arches and you let out a cry as your walls pulse around his cock and you cum hard. touya curses above you as he gathers every ounce of self control he has to stay still until you’ve calmed down.

once you’ve caught your breath, you look up at touya with glassy eyes and give him the go ahead to move. he takes both of your legs into his hands and presses them against your chest as he grinds into you before pulling his hips back and snapping them back against your ass. you let out a wail of pleasure as touya keeps up his pace. your clawing at his back in a desperate attempt to stay conscious and not fall into a lust filled fog. touya’s relentless with his brutal pace.

you’re unsuccessful in keeping your mind from slipping and all you can do is moan out babbled pleas. “touya, ngh- fuck, f-fuck~ feels s’ good, fill m’ up s’good. wan’ your cum~ wan’ you t’ fuck you’re cum into me, please~”

touya groans at your words and you register the twitch of his dick at your words. “fuck, angel, want me ta fuck a baby into you? wan’ me ta fill y’up with my cum and breed you?”

you whimper pathetically. “yes, oh my god- yes, please! want your to fuck a baby into me… breed me, touya, please, please, please~”

touya presses into you and captures your lips with his as he somehow deepens his thrusts. you sloppily kiss him back and when he pulls away you try to chase his lips with a whimper. touya lets out an astonished and breathy laugh. “fuck, f-fuck, pretty girl. you feel s’fuckin’ good. squeezin’ me s’ tight. fuck ‘m gonna cum, wan’ me ta cum inside, yeah?”

your third orgasm of the night is approaching in time with touya's. you desperately plea for him to finish with you. “m’too, gonna cum ‘gain, touya~ wan’ you t’cum with m’ please!”

dabi’s hips begin to stutter as he encourages you to finish with him. “fuck, c’mon, angel. cum with me- oh fuck-“

as soon as touya stills in you, your own chord snaps and you scream out, tears falling from your eyes as the intense feeling overtakes every fiber of your being and your seeing white. the only thing you can focus on is the way touya’s cock is throbbing inside of you, spilling into your pulsing walls and filling you to the brim.

once you both come down from your highs, touya wipes away your tears and lays his forehead against yours. “that was worth the wait and then some…”

you giggle while nodding your head in agreement. Touya smiles softly at you and pecks the tip of your nose before moving to pull himself out of you. you both make noises of distaste, touya a hiss, and you a whimper. touya stands up and you look up at him questioningly.

“c’mere,” touya bends down to pick you up bridal style. “let’s get you cleaned up, angel.”

you hum sleepily in approval. you let touya do all the work. when he’s done cleaning you up, touya dresses you back into your panties and his t-shirt and he pulls on his boxers. you extend your arms and make grabby hands at touya. he chuckles at you but gets the message. he picks you up once more and takes to you back to the mattress. you sink into the covers and latch onto the man’s side. he’s extremely receptive to your touch and holds you tight. touya buries his face into your hair and sighs contentedly.

“i could get used to this y’know?” you hum in agreement, already dozing off. touya smiles to himself and kisses the top of your head. “sleep tight, angel.”

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[cerebrumrott]

Obey Me! Shall we Date?

Brothers and Newly Dateables x MC

Synopsis: Where their pact marks would be and how they would appear...

Lucifer

His mark would appear on your throat. Below the chin and Above the adams apple is where the sigil lies but the patterns and runes that circle it seem to trickle down your throat to your collar bones. Some even tracing up along the under side of your jaw.

You would know the mark appeared here because its his favorite part of you. He would often hide his face into your neck after a stressful day kissing along your jaw, and breathing in your scent.

It's also where his hand would most often lay, whether he be mindlessly tracing patterns into your skin, tipping your face up to his for a kiss, or holding you in place for him.

The mark is gorgeous and intricate. In direct light it appears to be a plain black though every so often it will catch the light just so to reveal the color beneath. A dazzling and heavenly blue.

When your pact mark appears he can barely keep his hands to himself. Most often when passing one another is RAD he will stop you just to take a moment to admire the mark before ushering you on your way smirking as he warns you not to be late.

Mammon

His mark will appear on the back of the neck where the skull meets the spine. Its a small and tight circle almost barely noticeable with it being faded into your hair line.

He is furious at first demanding to know why his mark is so small compared to the others and why its in such a hard to see place. He proceeds to pout to himself muttering about why it couldnt be somewhere obvious like your eyes or better yet in the middle of your forehead!

Once that was out of his system he began to truly appreciate the pact mark. He was the closest to your mind because he knew what you were really thinking sometimes without you even needing to say it. He often finds his hand coming to subconsciously rest on the back of your neck petting and massaging the mark as it also soothed him. Sometimes when he is thinking too hard he will start aggressively petting your head. It was funny the first time but the look your teacher gave you when Mammon accidentally started petting you in the middle of class was less so.

Whenever you wear hoodies or scarves he doesn't hesitate to walk up behind you and pull your hood down saying its disrespectful to cover up his pact mark and that you should be displaying it to the world. One time you shaved out a little triangle at the base of your hair line to fully expose the mark and with your hair tied up high. Mammon was just beaming with pride and joy following behind you like a love sick puppy just to stare at his mark.

Leviathan

When you made a pact with Levi you actually couldnt find it for weeks. You had cheeked every inch of your skin for a mark big or small but couldn't find anything.

That was until one day while hanging out with Levi you burnt the roof of your mouth so bad you thought the skin was peeling off. Levi worried used the flashlight on his phone to look in your mouth and let out of yelp of surprise at what he found. You also panicked thinking your mouth was now beyond saving from an all too hot bite of noodles.

No instead he had found where his pact mark lied. On the roof of your mouth was a relatively large and well detailed sigil and its surrounding runes. Interwoven between these runes were two serpents. The heads of each snake ending by your front canines the tails vanishing where your wisdom teeth should be.

It took you both weeks just to find the mark and even more so discussing why it would ever appear in such an odd place. It was one night during a TSL binge that it hit you. Levi hates touching but he loves talking with you. So of course his mark would have something to do with your mouth and since a mark can't be broken it couldnt go on your lips or near them.

At this Levi brings up the point of why not the tongue then? To that you counter its because he is a shut in and never sees the light of day. You had meant it as a joke but the dawning look on his face made you realize that is exactly why it was on the roof of your mouth.

When he kisses you he likes to drag his tongue over the mark the sensation sending sparks through his body.

Satan

His mark would appear on your outer thigh. This is where his hand would always fall when you both read together in the afternoons, or when you would sit at the table beside each other.

The mark itself is made up of sharp and bold lines that take up a majority of your leg reaching down to your knee and all the way up to your hip. The center of the mark is a deep forest green that fades away into a black. Similar to Lucifer's it too has a duo chrome effect where in certain lighting a vivid green can be seen glittering through the patterns and runes of the mark.

Satan will often find himself staring at you legs throughout the day envisioning the mark beneath connecting the two of you together. Many days he doesn't even attempt to hide his blatant stares as he longs to run his hands over the mark unhindered by cloth. Perhaps later when the two of you are back at home...

Asmodeus

His mark lies above your sternum and your heart. Asmodeus often jokes that it means you are hopelessly in love with him but the truth is that he is the one hopelessly in love. The many nights before you had made your pact where he would just dream of you. His love was not that of lust but of true and honest emotion the likes he had never felt before.

His mark is small, tightly packed in the space on the chest with the most minuscule and delicate details. The shapes and runes take on an appearance akin to that of a rose bush. Beautiful blossoms encased in a myriad of thorns protecting and guarding what lies beneath.

The thorns and vines interlaced with Asmodeus' pact mark when looked at from afar takes the shape of a heart matching the marks on his own skin.

Every time he sees the petals of his mark peeking out from a shirt of yours he can't help the way his heart fills and nearly weeps in happiness. While others may try to claim he is just oogling at your chest you both know its much more than that. Its much deeper than any of that.

Beelzebub

His pact mark is on your dominant hand. He had laughed at the time when it appeared saying it was because he couldn't think of anywhere else to place it but you both knew that demons don't choose where a pact forms. It appears in a place of significance to the both of them.

It took a week before you made the connections as to why it was your dominant hand that it appeared on. Everytime you took a drink or ate you would catch a glimpse of Beels large and chunky pact mark curling over the back of your hand and over your knuckles almost trickling down your fingers. You couldn't help but laugh almost choking on your food at the time as everyone at the table looked to you like you were mad.

Beel was all smiles as you told him about your discovery his cheeks flustered red as he too realized that was indeed a great reason as to why it might appear there. In all honesty he had been truly as clueless as you as to why it was your hand but now. Now it made perfect sense and he loved it so so much.

Beel loves his pact mark with you so much he will often just take your hand in his and press a soft kiss to your knuckles, or when he is feeling mischievous he will take your hand and drag a long lick up your arm before commenting on how delicious you are.

Belphegor

Belphegors mark forms on your non-dominant hand parallel to his twins. Though rather than drift down over the knuckles it instead crawls up the arm towards the elbow. Thin and curling lines make out the shapes of clouds that encircle the runes and sigil of his pact.

You both knew why his mark appeared here and it wasn't simply to mirror his twin much to Belphie's embarrassment. He always held your hand when he napped. It got to the point he couldnt sleep if you weren't holding his hand or petting his hair.

With your mark now on full display he doesn't even attempt to hide his need to hold your hand just walking up to you and taking it into his own even when not looking for a quick nap.

Long after you have gone to bed at night he will crack an eye open making sure you really are out for the night before carefully sitting up to take your hand into his and trace over the patterns there. You most likely would never notice but when his mark hit the moonlight just so. Brilliant white speckles like stars could be seen mixed among the markings.

Interlacing your fingers together Belphegor brings your knuckles to his lips falling asleep with your hand cradled to his face hoping to wake up still holding you.

Bonus:

Diavolo

His mark is the biggest out of all the demons. Shocker. The sigil and runes sit between your shoulder blades and the massive and intricate detailing the sprout outwards from that trails upwards and over yours shoulders and down your sides like a hug from behind. In the light it has a golden shimmer to it giving it a regal apperance.

If you have a pact with Barbatos it connects to his encircling your entire back and upper legs.

The mark appears where it does because that's where his hand is just drawn to rest on you. When he hugs you it presses there to draw you in closer, When guiding you around the castle he places it there when leading you through a door way and into another, even when just standing beside you his hand drifts to settle there.

When the pact mark appears it becomes his favorite place to kiss. Often walking up behind you and leaning down to press a quick kiss to the space regardless of the clothing in the way before smiling at you happily.

Barbatos

His mark appears on your lower back. The sigil and the runes themselves and small and concentrated into your lower back. Though the curling and spiraling patterns that extend outwards from it cover most of your lower back trailing up your spine. It even extends out and down the back of your thighs only stopping when it reaches the back of your knees.

The mark appears pure black to the naked eye but to those with magical capabilities it is a sparkling mixture of metallic blacks and sparkling blues.

If you have a pact with Diavolo the two pacts seem to blend together creating a dazzling shimmering affect of the gold and the blue/black.

He often takes the time just to appreciate the beauty of your pact mark. Asking in a soft voice before pushing up the back of your shirt to run a gloved hand carefully over the lines that trail along your spine and to your lower back.

When it is just the two of you he will place his hand on your lower back and rub small circles against the place where the mark lies reassuringly.

[aspoonofsugar]

Hiya! I love your meta analyses and I've been meaning to submit an ask for a while now. Just had to think of a topic and since my RG brainrot is currently eating me away from the inside, I thought I'd ask something about that.

I know you've done a couple RG metas before, but I was wondering what you think of the parallels between Oscar and Ruby?

their symbolic parallels (sun/moon, silver/gold, delicate flower/sturdy tree, precious gem/precious metal)

their -possible - allusions parallels (little red riding hood/the little prince, dorothy/dorothy but also tip)

their combined parallels with WATER, especially when it comes to music: (Until the End: “Time falls away / But pain always finds a way to stay / The tears that you’ve shed / May find a tree to water / But only when you’re stronger / I promise I’ll be here until the end -- The Sky is Falling: “Cold soaked as / I’m standin’ in rain. / Feeling nothing but pain / Until I see you again”)

Their paralleling conflicts (ruby desires to be the hero that her mother wants to be and struggles to meet the expectations that she believes other have in her, mostly set by herself / oscar is so desperately trying to do the opposite, to retain his own identity, not to simply become oz, while also struggling to live up those expectations set by other people)

Their paralleling dynamic (trust, admiration, respect, supportiveness, admiration, relativity, )

And, honestly, the most important, how these parallels have directly affected the narrative plot and helped develop both of them (oscar learning from ruby to extend a hand (ruby/raven, ruby/cordo, oscar/ironwood, oscar/emerald), ruby learning from oscar to give trust, etc.)

And, whatever other parallels you've noticed but I didn't add

I am so so so sorry that this is such a long ask, but the RG brainrot is killing me, and while I've done all these analyses myself, I'd really like to hear from someone who is much, much better at analyzing than I am.

Hello!

Don’t worry, your ask is fine, but I do not think I have much to add tbh :’’’)

Like, I think Oscar and Ruby are important foils and central to the story, but as for now their arc has yet to enter its climax, so...

I have discussed Oscar briefly here, though, so there are some thoughts on him and Ruby.

Anyway, I can make a quick summary of what we have so far, but, even if the set-up is definately there, it has yet to be finalized, so there won’t be mind-blowing conclusions.

PREMISE: WHAT I SAID IN THE OSCAR META

In general, I would say Oscar and Ruby are clearly meant to be complementary as this post by hamliet explains.

This complementarity also comes up structurally, I think.

First of all, both Ruby and Oscar end up embodying a theme in a specific arc.

Ruby embodies the idea that you must keep on fighting, even when winning is impossible.

Oscar embodies the lesson that you must trust, even if it is difficult.

Oscar learns from Ruby:

Ruby: Hey, Oscar? This isn’t gonna be easy, but the fact that you’re even trying says a lot about you. You’re braver than you think.

And Ruby learns from Oscar:

Oscar:  No. What Salem wants is to turn us against each other. Just like this. Jaune has a point. We can work separately and still be united.

Secondly, they seem to have an internal/external motif going on.

This is firstly shown in the battle against Cordovin:

Oscar: Right, but her missile launcher doesn’t lock in, it pops out! Without her shields, one well-placed shot could detonate the missiles while they’re still in the launcher!

Jaune: The missile launcher springs out… but the raw dust gets locked in!

Basically, they make opposite uses of the same weakness. On one hand Oscar thinks to destroy the cannon from the outside. On the other hand Ruby evolves Oscar’s idea and destroys it from inside.

In the Atals arc, the opposite happens (metaphorically).

Just when Ruby is telling the world the truth about Salem, Oscar does same, but in Salem’s inner circle. It is the same basic idea applied externally and broadly and internally and in a focused way.

INTERNAL VS EXTERNAL

Let’s focus a little bit more on the internal/external motif because differently than what I said above, I think it is pretty central to Oscar and Ruby’s foiling. What is more it brings with itself a other juxtapositions - active/reactive - lacking a parent/wanting to leave a parental figure - doing things for others/ doing thigs for himself.

In short, Ruby and Oscar go through similar struggles, but Ruby does so through external conflicts and actively, while Oscar does so internally and reactively.

So, their journeys both start off with meeting Ozpin, but while Ruby meets him after a fight and is invited to Beacon (the academy of choice/active), Oscar literally finds Ozpin inside his head one day and is convinced by him to go to Haven (the academy of knowledge/passive).

Similarly, their major conflicts are both centered around a parental/mentor figure, but they are opposite in nature. On the one hand Ruby’s trauma lies in Summer’s sudden disappearance. She was never able to properly grieve for her and her absence in Ruby’s life is what defines her. On the other hand Oscar’s struggle lies in the fact Ozpin is slowly taking control of his body and is scared of turning into just another on of Ozma’s lives. So, Ruby wants to become like her death mother in an attempt to keep her close to her heart, while Oscar wants to be himself and not Ozpin.

As the story goes on, we see the external/internal motif declined in different ways. This is especially true in volume 6 where Oscar and Ruby have similar struggles. Specifically, they must step into Ozpin’s role. Ruby must take the spot of leader Oz left, while Oscar must become a full fledged member of the group as Oscar and not as Oz’s spare body.

Once again Ruby’s conflict is external and about others... she must become the leader not because that is who she is, but because others need her to be:

Ruby: I feel like I’m letting everyone down…

Maria: You know, you don’t give yourself enough credit.

Ruby: Oh… Thanks.

Maria: That wasn’t a compliment.

Oscar’s struggle is instead internal and about his self-identity:

Oscar: No, it's okay. These past few days, I've been scared of the same things you were. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be... me. But I did some thinking, and I do know that I want to do everything I can to help with whatever time I have left.

The fight vs Cordo is where both Ruby and Oscar show how much they have grown throughout the volume. On the one hand Ruby is able to lead everyone. On the other hand Oscar takes part in the fight and finds the piece of information they need to defeat Cordo.

Once again Ruby has an active role, while Oscar a reactive one. At the same time the internal/external motif is mixed up a little bit. Oscar devises a plan to destroy the cannon from the outside, while Ruby uses what Oscar found to destroy the mecha from the inside. Slowly integrating with each other, but still more on a superficial/symbolical level rather than a deep story-driven one.

The point is that when the fight ends Ruby is recognized by everyone as the leader and Oscar is fully accepted as a member of the group for who he is:

Ren: You petrified a Leviathan... after diving down the barrel of a cannon!

Ruby: Don't act like you all haven't done crazy stuff before! I mean, Oscar made a successful crash landing! He's a fourteen-year-old farm hand!

Jaune: That was seriously impressive.

Once in Atlas, Ruby and Oscar’s journey not to be like Oz keeps going. Ruby tries to be a different leader than Oz:

Ruby: All of the above. I'm trying to do what I think is best, but I really can't tell if what's best is what's right, or if I'm no different from Oz.

Oscar tries to be helpful as himself:

Ironwood: You might not hear Oz anymore, Oscar, but that doesn't mean we can't try to jog him loose.

Oscar: What did you have in mind?

And by the beginning of volume 7 they have both been struggling:

Oscar: I was stupid to think the general would listen. Every choice I’ve made was the wrong one, and now…

Ruby: We all did what we thought was best. I’m just glad you’re alright.

Ruby: But that’s how Salem got this far - by dividing us. We have to stick together.

Oscar: No. What Salem wants is to turn us against each other. Just like this. Jaune has a point. We can work separately and still be united.

I would also say it is interesting that so far they have both managed to “use the lamp” without really using it, but in different ways.

Ruby does so at the end of volume 6 to keep on fighting even when everything seems lost... Oscar does so in volume 8 to build trust between himself and Hazel. So, they both (don’t) use the lamp in a way related to the theme of the arc (keep moving forward and trust).

It is when it comes to the theme of trust that they are foiled once again and even have a conflict (btw Oscar is right about it, not Ruby as the fandom thinks).

As for volume 8, they have both been struggling with their personal objectives - to be a leader and to be their own person.... volume 9 will probably be a volume where they have to face their defeat and put themselves back together.

I am expecting their foiling to be explored more because ot the set-up given by the Girl that fell through the world fairy tale. Quoting one of my metas:

Oscar:  I thought the idea of falling through Remnant into a new world was exciting. I never understood why she was so sad when she finally made it back home. But now it makes more sense.

Ozpin: She wasn’t the same girl anymore.

Ozpin: I was recently reminded of an old fairy tale. A young girl flees the consequences of a choice, to a magical place. But, having never learned from her initial failure, she only succeeds in spreading it.

The Girl Who Fell Through the World is mentioned by both Oscar and Ozpin, but they give the story an opposite spin.

On one hand Oscar describes the protagonist as a young girl who loses her innocence because of the hardships she meets in her journey. On the other hand Ozpin talks of Alyx as a person who runs away from her responsibilities in an imaginary world.

These two interpretations of the same story have clearly to do with Oscar and Ozpin themselves. Still, giving the ending of volume 8, it is clear that Alyx’s story is meant to be meaningful also for other characters. Specifically, these two readings of Alyx can be applied respectively to Ruby and Neo.

On one hand Ruby is an optimistic child, who tries to act as an adult and has her hope constantly challenged. On the other hand Neo is an adult that acts as a child and selfishly blames others for her own mistakes. She runs into her own mind and narrative to avoid facing her loss.

They are both Alyx and both have fallen through the world because out of balance. However, they are so for opposite reasons.

Both Oscar and Ozpin apply the fairy tales to themselves, but in opposite ways. Oscar is the naive child who is growing wiser through pain, while Ozpin is the girl that ran away from her responsibility inside of Oscar’s mind.

Similarly, Ruby is set-up to be the girl that goes through a journey that changes her. The girl that runs away from her problems might instead be Neo as for now. It might turn out to be another character as well (maybe even Summer for example, but I doubt it as for now).

When it comes to Oscar and Ruby’s journey they are once again moving towards each other symbolically... or to better say they are finally being challenged in a different way than before.

On the one hand Oscar is out in the desert with a huge group of people depending on him and the others. On the other hand Ruby has falling inside a magic world where she will probably have to face her inner demons (Alice in Wonderland is a metaphor for an interior journey and coming to age story after all).

I would not be surprised if in the next volume Oscar’s challenges will be more external, while Ruby’s more internal.

At the same time, it is interesting they are both stuck with an illusionist. Specifically Emerald is growing to be Oscar’s friend and her illusions conquer people from the inside. Neo is instead Ruby’s enemy and her illusions work from the outside.

Thank you for the ask! This is not much, but I hope you enjoyed it!