#disclaimer: everyone will be drawn as adults

[malithiae]

hi hi! sorry to bother, i need your help 🥹 I have a lot of content a little unpopular and I don't know what to post first... what would you prefer?

[dc418writes]

Welcomed Distraction

Summary🪄: Both you and Frankie need comforting after a tough day

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS, happy adult fun times (be safe out there!), breeding kink, unprotected p-in-v, language, unclothed female-semi clothed male, mention of pregnancy/trying for baby

A/N🎤: Hello🌸 long time no see (*ahem sorry🥴) lol. So firstly, this is my very first Pedro boy fic and I’m v nervous (then again when am I not 🙃). Also, this is my submission for the #hotdilfsummerchallenge by @hellishjoel and I’m hoping you guys enjoy what I came up with, as well as read the other works (or even submit something yourself!✨)

*DISCLAIMER(S)!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they all were found via Pinterest. Although my works are typically imagined with a black!reader, everyone is welcome to read*

At the sound of your sigh as you locked the door behind you, Frankie knew what kind of day you had. Not to mention the way you took off your shoes.

If you gently toed them off next to the others, taking your sweet time, you were exhausted and would more than likely crash on the couch once you eventually sat down. Left them scattered making your own little trail from the door? You were excited about something. He was man enough to admit that although he knew you were very happy to see him, - flashing your bright smile before pecking his lips and updating him on what your day entailed - that excitement was mostly for his son. “How was your day huh?,” you’d ask the adorable eight month old making him giggle from all the kisses you’d leave on his juicy cheeks. “I missed you!”

When you’d kick off your shoes though, not caring when they’d knock against the wall - like you did tonight - you were pissed. And Frankie just hoped it wasn’t something he’d done or forgotten to do.

“Everything alright?,” he asks over his shoulder while he mutes the football game currently on tv.

“I secretly hope that place burns down overnight so I won’t have to step foot in it ever again.”

“So no,” Frankie states as you finally make it to the couch with a beer in hand. A much needed smile curls along your lips - and in turn loosens a bit of the tension still plaguing you from earlier - noticing the boxes of takeout from your favorite restaurant on the coffee table in front of him. Before you can say anything, his strong hands are gripping your hips guiding you towards his lap. Both sets of your lips automatically being drawn towards each other as you settle in your favorite seat.

Well second favorite.

“Francisco Morales I’d marry you right now if I could.” He only chuckles leaving a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Tell me what happened.”

“Well, first it started with a couple calls from patients upset they needed to be seen before getting a refill. Like I’m sorry you haven’t shown up for your appointments in two years!” A grin spreads on his pink lips as he gently shakes his head of envy inducing chocolate curls.

“Then for a while now I’ve been getting calls when the phones are supposed to be on downtime. It’s also happened to the lady that sits next to me a couple times, so she decides to say something. My manager just says ‘well if you’ve given your extension out or if it’s transferred to you, then the phone’s gonna ring’.”

“But if the phones are down in the first place, either way that shouldn’t happen,” your boyfriend finishes practically reading your mind.

“Exactly! But nooo it has to be something I’m doing, it can’t be the shitty phone system.” Frankie knows you’re angry - and reasonably so- but he can’t help the way his stomach flutters at your cute little groan. How he wants to kiss that pout away until you can’t remember why you were mad in the first place. “Maybe he’ll listen to you since you have a penis.”

“Just tell me when and I’m there baby,” he murmurs against your neck trailing kisses from your pulse to your jaw. His mustache prickling your skin and making you softly giggle.

Even if you didn’t say, you wouldn’t be surprised if he made a little visit to the clinic within the coming week. Standard manners and gentle smile to everyone else as if he was just innocently coming by to see his girl when you both knew he was liable to strangle the slender, uptight man once he set his eyes on him at the mere mention of making you upset.

“Then, as the cherry on top, the last call I get today is this guy getting mad at me because his results aren’t ready, which I have no control over since I don’t work with that doctor,” you explain taking a quick pull from the sweating bottle in your hand. “I keep trying to tell him there’s nothing I can really do, but then he has the audacity to say ‘You’re not understanding me. I need this for another appointment and now I’m not sure if I’ll make it!’ Sir I understand fine; don’t insult my intelligence. Still won’t get you your results sooner.”

The stranger’s words and harsh tone repeats in your mind only making you upset all over again. And not only could Frankie see it, but he could feel the effect such a short interaction had on you. Your back practically going rigid with tightness and prompting him to rub soothing circles over your shirt trying to relax the muscles there. That vein near the pulse in your neck on full display as if standing in solidarity with you.

A stream of frustrated air leaves your nostrils trying to remind yourself that everything was in the past now. How tomorrow would be a new day with, hopefully, little to no rude patients. “Sorry, I know that’s probably my ego talking-,”

“Still doesn’t give him, or anybody else, the right to talk to you like that.” So two men he now needed to hunt down. No problem. “I’m sorry you had a rough day.”

You simply shrug - your attempt to brush it off feeling like you need to be strong and just forget - as his lips softly press against your temple. “Comes with the territory. How was your day though? Hopefully better than mine.”

“It was alright. Elaine came by with ‘hot shot’ to get Isaiah.” Hot shot being her new fiancé that was some fancy lawyer based out of Los Angeles. They met a few months after she broke up with Frankie and got engaged not long after.

“And how did that go?”

Now was Frankie’s turn to shrug taking the offered beer from your hand to get a pull. “Fine. Said hello, made sure she had everything, then left a few minutes later. Short and sweet.”

Although they’ve had this arrangement since baby Isaiah was just a couple months old, it always hurt Frankie having to let his son go. The apartment was uncomfortably quieter without the little babbles and gurgles, and no longer felt like home. Given he’d see him again next week, but he’d began to worry if his ex would move away now she was engaged. Wanting to start fresh with the ‘man of her dreams’ and start their own family.

And if that happened, who knows when he’d see his son again.

The thought’s kept him up plenty of nights unknown to you, but his solemn mood is easily read looking into his brown eyes. Your palm caresses his cheek bringing his attention back to you on his lap. Thumb softly tracing over the worry line between his brows before leaning in to tap your nose against his. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”

Your boyfriend just nods flashing a glimpse of a soft smile. A quiet, “I know,” falling from his lips after pecking your full, bottom one.

“If it’d make you feel better, I’ll give you one.”

Any time you said that in the past, he’d just chuckle and shake his head. Maybe even click his tongue before he’d reply with, “let’s focus on this one for now.” It’s not that you were trying to give him a replacement kid, you just hated to see him sad. And similar to how Frankie was willing to do anything for you, you were easily as smitten for the former military pilot.

His larger hands - slightly rough from years of work - grip your hips gently moving you so your thighs now straddle his hips. A glint in his darkening eyes that surprises you, but also has a familiar sensation building between your legs. “You mean it?”

The husky way he whispers near your mouth has an embarrassing moan slipping past your lips that even catches you off guard. A wet patch growing in your panties already as you nod nearly dumb just from his voice alone.

His lips crash into yours rhythmically moving together as if one was complimenting the other. Your fingers tangle in his silky strands while his tongue glides over yours and hands knead at your lower cheeks. You can’t help but grind and shift trying to find some sort of friction as your core throbs incessantly.

“Frankie please,” you pant. His mouth descends to your heated neck nipping at your skin while his hand moves to toy with your achy nipple through your top.

“Have to tell me what you want baby.” He sounds nearly gone himself - hardness poking you through his jeans - but he chooses to tease instead. Any other time you might play back with a smart reply, maybe a little edging, but tonight your need is too strong and mind too hazy with lust and the man beneath you for games.

“N-Need you in me..now Frankie.”

A deep groan vibrates in his chest when you bump against the now prominent bulge becoming painful from the quick rush of blood. “Can’t say no to that now can I?”

In a flurry of movements, Frankie’s removing your scrubs and underwear between deep, hurried kisses, and soon you’re bare; quickly unlatching his buckle to remove his stiff and reddened member leaking and more than ready for you. The mess between your thighs makes it easy to slide down, taking him inch by inch until you’re both connected and moaning from the tightness.

“Fuck don’t think I’ll last,” Frankie grits shifting to taste one breast while his hand plucks and squeezes the other making you whimper. “Feels so good baby.”

Adjusted enough, your hips begin to move and bounce filling the living room with slaps of skin and moans. You try to contain yourself - worried about being that couple - but when Frankie plants his feet on the plush carpet below bucking up into you so hard you have to grab the armrest while your other hand grabs his broad shoulder, you can’t control what leaves your mouth.

“Wanna give me a baby huh? Want me to fill you up?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Want everybody to know you’re mine?” His grip on you is sure to leave bruises in the morning. “That I’m the only one that makes you feel this good?”

“Yes!” The faster you both move, you can see and feel stars. Feel hundreds, maybe thousands, of them tickle and prick your skin that have you believing you have to be experiencing something other worldly. Your spirit ascending to some sort of nirvana that you’d never want to come down from.

“Shit - might have to just keep you on my cock. You like that idea?,” he grins biting at your earlobe.

You frantically nod. “D-Don’t stop, please baby! Mm there..Frankie..Frankie!”

Gripping the back of your neck bringing you as close as he can, Frankie buries his face in your neck letting your noises and babbling spur him on. You’re both painfully close - panting and sticky with sweat - just needing that extra push only you could give each other.

“Shit, feel you squeezin’ me. Cmon let go I got you.” Shifting to the edge of the couch, he angles just right where your swollen nub gets the nudge and pressure that has your back arching and toes curling. You feel teeth and curses growled against your neck along with the spurts of his release inside you as his pumps become staggered and slower.

All that can be heard now is you both catching your breaths and holding onto each other as if afraid to somehow float away from the post orgasmic high.

“You okay? Still with me?,” Frankie asks tracing his thick fingers up and down your spine. You merely hum in response making the man you love chuckle. His pride loved how sleepy and clingy you got in the midst of your afterglow.

“Alright let’s get you cleaned up.”

His strong arms easily keep you attached to his sturdy chest as he stands ready to take you to the bathroom. Your nose automatically nuzzling and running along the side of his neck loving the smell of his cologne mixed with his sweat. “Wait!”

He halts just before stepping into the hall. “What’s wrong?”

“The food,” you sleepily reply making him grin kissing your shoulder.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“M’kay,” you yawn comfortably closing your eyes as you’re gently rocked from him beginning to move again. “Have a baby.”

He knew it wouldn’t happen that quickly, especially with you still actively on birth control, but the thought of you carrying his child had a warmth spreading along his bones. He could vividly see you with a hand on your extended belly smiling and glowing like the sweetest angel. Isaiah would nearly be two, but walking around keeping a close eye on his sibling.

Did it also make Frankie nervous? Of course, but he couldn’t lie that his excitement of seeing a bright eyed bundle that looked exactly like you outweighed the fear.

“Yea, we’re having a baby.”

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Loosely inspired by the rough day I had at work some time ago🥲 lol. But again I hope you guys enjoy and please let me know if I missed any warnings!

[wc-confessions]

Alright I have a feeling this might get some people mad but I think it might need to be said, I think some people in this fandom are getting a little too...I guess "restrictive" (for lack of a better word) on what others ship. I'm all for pointing out a ship is weird or gross but I think people are getting a little silly about it

(Disclaimer: NO, IM NOT A PROSHIPPER, I ACTUALLY THINK THAT STUFF IS PRETTY NASTY)

In any other fandom, doing shit like shipping cousins (of any kind) would be weird, but this is Warrior Cats and literally nobody can keep track of who is who's cousin or aunt or distantly related half-nephew or whatever. It especially gets me when the characters are only related through some family tree bs and most people wouldn't even know they're related in the first place

As for ages, most people apply the logic that if the characters met while one was an adult and the other wasn't, then it's weird. Which I can mostly agree with, but the issue is that it makes a whole lot of ships supposedly weird

(Although I think one thing we can all agree on is that mentor x apprentice ships are odd. Get out of here OneWhite and TinySparrow)

Y'know what here's some examples of ships that would supposedly be weird to ship in the fandom's eyes if we apply all of this:

TawnyFeather (second cousins)

BrackenSorrel (Brackenfur has his warrior name by the time Sorreltail is born)

MothPool (substantially interacted while Leafpool was still young)

IvyFern (like, third cousins?? And Ivypool was a warrior before Fernsong was even born)

BreezeHeather (Second cousins?? Retcons made Ashfoot and Onestar siblings)

BlossomThorn (like a 6 year age gap where they were in the same clan)

WhistleFrost (Whistlepaw got the Whitewing treatment and is around Splashtail's age)

Does anyone see a problem??

My point is that Warriors has such a strange way of doing things and pairing cats together that almost every ship is gonna have something strange going on. I think there are lines to be drawn (for example everyone knows that Cloudtail and Squirrel are cousins so shipping them would be weird), but if not even a character knows who they're related to and ends up marrying their first cousin then how are the fans supposed to care

This also applies to ships that would literally never work out in canon but could have an interesting dynamic, like DarkTiger (yes guys, I know that they're first cousins and Darkstripe was his apprentice-but keep in mind that those are both re-connect as hell and never even mentioned in book. I'm pretty sure most people think of it as a one-sided thing anyways) or HawkMud or fucking OneFire or whatever

I have a lot to say but that's the gist of it. These things have nuance, especially in a series like this where everybody is related and nobody even knows it or characters age kinda weird

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[cfcreative]

After your biggest self indulgent headcannon with the famed moon lesbians, I've wanted to ask you about your personal headcannons when it comes to the characterisation of both Aylin and Isobel.

In my experience in playthroughs, I feel like I got Aylin's character down pretty well. Bold to the point of recklessness, unyeildingly loyal to the ones she loves, loud and unapologetic but deeply rage full and stubborn.

But I'm pretty stumped on Isobel. I've tried getting extra dialogue from her before she's reunited with Aylin but I just feel like the one scene isn't enough.

What do you think about her character?

Oh, wow, my first ask! And about Aylin & Isobel, of all things. Genuinely delighted by this development.

(DISCLAIMER: I’ll never declare myself an expert on these characters. My reads on them are based on a healthy knowledge of writing, tropes, and speculations spinning off of personal experiences. Unless Larian has put it in the game or game related materials, it’s all headcanons. Cheers!)

I'll put a TL;DR up front (or my "thesis statement" if you want to get academic with it). Isobel and Aylin make each other "more human" primarily by being opposites in the way they express themselves. Aylin is bold, fearsome, and brash. Isobel is composed, sensible, and calculating (while “calculating,” tends to have negative connotations, I'm more leaning into it in a "she's a planner where Aylin is a do-er" way.)

I do hope you’re ready for a ramble, because I have been working on this on-and-off all day.

One of the most important things to keep in mind is Isobel was raised in a house in mourning.

The kind of epic grief Kethric would have gone through upon the loss of his wife would have forever altered the way he acted towards Isobel, beyond making sure she was raised as a Selûnite per Melodia’s wishes. The Kethric we’re presented in game is a fairly controlled man. He's unlikely to be the kind of person who would show his young daughter how deeply his sorrow wounded him; he'd keep his weeping behind closed doors. What distraught adults forget is that children understand and see way more than they're given credit for. Young Isobel would be acutely aware of her father’s pain, and the fact that he hid it. She was a child coping with her own sorrow, and would have looked to her father's example of how to deal with it: she'd learn she was allowed to care deeply, but she could not present that to others. Melodia's death also likely motivated Isobel to become a powerful cleric relatively quickly—a powerful enough cleric might have been able to heal her mother, might have spared her and her father this agony.

The Thorms, being a family of power and privilege in Reithwin, would have been treated by most of the people around them with formal manners, which would be isolating for a child. Everyone in Reithwin would frame Isobel as Kethric Thorm’s beloved daughter, a child without a mother, the devotee of Selûne. They would treat her with respect tinged with pity, never really knowing her... which would be even more isolating.

That's why Isobel is struck by Aylin so immediately (you know, aside from Aylin being a tall blonde sculpture of a woman). Every one of Aylin’s emotions are BIG and outward-facing. Most people approaching “The General” or “The General’s Daughter” would default to near ceremonial conduct. Dame Aylin wouldn’t see the need! Aylin cares strongly about justice, and defending the weak against the wicked, and everyone knows that about her in ten minutes of meeting her, tops. Aylin is passionate and sincere in that passion. Isobel would have been drawn to that, despite the fact that her upbringing still dictates composure.

You can also witness the emotion/composure contrast in the way Isobel reunites with Aylin after Kethric is finally dead. Aylin falls to her knees, picks Isobel up, spins her around. Isobel is overjoyed, but also more reserved. Her emotions are not in grand gestures but in the trembling of her voice—she’s trying to hold herself together.

(If you haven't seen it, there's a Devnote that specifically states that Isobel's delighted by Aylin's demanding people shove off and let her do unspeakable things to Isobel in private. Isobel scolds her angel for acting that way in public, but once those two are alone...)

This is where I circle back on “calculating.” Because it's not just in reuniting with Aylin that Isobel has had to hold herself together. She's been doing that for months....

Imagine yourself in Isobel's position before the start of the game. One moment you’re in your comfortable, warm home, trying to work out how to reconcile your devoted father and your angel, the two people dearest to your heart. Then you blink… and open your eyes in a cold, dusty tomb. It reeks of death. So does your father, who is telling you your beloved is no more. His lips are curling up in an ever-so-slight smile as he delivers the news. The sheer confusion and panic most people would feel in that moment would be overwhelming.

Isobel could have panicked and fled, but that tomb is filled with bones and Kethric is now the Chosen of Myrkul. Where Aylin would charge in and through, inherently trusting her own strength, Isobel would need to craft a plan. Maybe she would play on her father’s emotions until she found herself in a position to run. Maybe she prepares haste or hold person under her breath, or unleashed a well-timed "turn undead." In any case, Isobel is able to pull herself together and escape in such a way that her father cannot follow. She finds a familiar place and sets up a bastion of protection there. Rather than fleeing the Shadowlands altogether, which is what most people would have done, Isobel starts gathering information. She needs to know what happened to her, her family, and her lover. She needs to know why there’s Sharran magic literally everywhere. She is alone, trying to piece together a confusing story she was part of, and somehow the driving force of after she was killed.

Harpers arrive to deal with the threat of Kethric Thorm like they did a century before. Jaheira would have been a legend even when Isobel was a child, but Isobel makes the very conscious choice not to tell Jaheira her true identity. She doubles down on that when Tav and their companions come through... unless they have proof of who she is beforehand. (In this way Shadowheart and Isobel are hilariously in contrast: the Selûnite is a much better secret-keeper than the Sharran.) So I think that all covers "composed, sensible, and calculating" with regards to Isobel, but when writing from her PoV I think you would have a very rich inner dialogue in line with the ideals Aylin outwardly expresses: Isobel wants to comfort and protect the weak, she's loyal to the ones she loves, and feels strongly and deeply. Once she and Aylin are together again, Isobel's presentation shifts. Where Isobel is a grounding force for Aylin (thinking about how Isobel would have had to explain to Aylin why she was upset Aylin went on a month long walk without warning), Aylin pulls Isobel out of that carefully crafted shell of hers (thus my statement re: making each other "more human.") I haven't yet written any (complete) fan fiction for these two but this fic on A03 (fair waring: it's smutty!) really altered my thoughts as to what Aylin and Isobel could have been like prior to Isobel's untimely death. While I love to joke about Aylin ALWAYS TALKING IN ALL CAPS, there's something to be said for writing her along the lines of a courtly knight-errant. Aylin worships Isobel in a way people worship Selune; she's Isobel's most fervent devotee. Isobel is swept away by love at first sight, but still needs to navigate her father's delicate emotions and her own responsibilities. I firmly believe anyone writing anything in the timeframe of the game or beyond it needs to consider their past, even if they have no plans of writing anything of the sort.

I could probably go on for another um... 13 or so paragraphs (😅) but it's proooobably better if I wrap this up. I hope this gives you some things to think about, and helps a bit with whatever you're working on!

[mahou-furbies]

Miss Meguca contest (casual outfits), comments

All preliminary rounds are now over! Since there was some variance in how many people voted each round, I'll have to calculate everyone's scores with percentages. So I think the final round won't start until tomorrow. In the meantime, here are the comments:

Round 1

Let’s Hope Madoka Wins this Thing Again. I want to See an Idol or Maybe a special Surprise Image song round or something.

Most of these outfits are so good. I only docked off points for some of them cause they weren’t as interesting. Also Ayaka’s outfit is perfect except for the color of her tights

Always glad to see my girl, Ashley!

Hoods are always a good taste, so…

I'm a sucker for suspenders!

Yuuna, Rena and Kokoro are the TOP of winter fashion!!!

There're quite a few outfits I WANT to like but they're just drawn so weird. Like. Why is Mitsune's sweatshirt Like That.

Also why is Mami dressed like she's in her 40s.

I really love all the varied silhouettes Magireco gives its characters in their casual clothes. Yuuna's is probably my least favourite because it's so boring. Ikumi's cat socks are extremely 2010s fashion and I love them.

Ashley has the best one here! It's practically something I would wear!

Rena's was so cute… until the short shorts. Girl!!! Your thighs are going to freeze!!! At least with skirts it's easy to wear skin colored thermal tights!

Ikumi: I'm going to wear e-girl cat socks with the most boring fit possible.

Round 2

Ren's outfit is so adorable!

Bring On Da Next Round! I Need Madoka to Win!

Yuma stands out not being super detailed, but I like it.

Scene 0 Madoka's outfit isn't bad but I don't think the silhouette and blue jacket necessarily suit her. Also adult Hikaru's outfit looks like something I'd wear in IRL help

Yuna: I don't understand the transparent fabric on her, but aside from that, is a pretty fashionable outfit

Akari: The bunny purse? The bow with the scarf? The puffy shorts? *chef's kiss

Moka: teh top part is a 10, but the bottom is a 3

I would once again kill for Mami's, but Ria's on the block too

Felicia ily but THAT clothes???????

Round 3

It's designs like these that get my hopes up about character design and fashion.

Alina wins out because of the paint on her clothes!

No Madoka Here but I’m Alright with That Besides Madoka Is Gonna Be the Winner Again!

I love Alina's painting clothes 💚💛❤��

So many cute designs in this round💖

ADORE alinas outfit, its so unique among the rest of the super feminine and cutesy casual outfits!

What is up with that bow on Tomoko’s outfit? It feels like everything was just slapped together when it comes to how she’s dressed.

Round 4

sorry, kyouko. i cant stand orange+green color combos.

Finally a good outfit for Kyoko!

Why does it feel that they put more effort into making the winter ones and just slap some ramdom shirts and skirts for casual?

They really did Kyouko dirty in this game.

Looking Good I know Madoka is the Winner nothing ordinary or new!

Thought Homura had a mustache necklace for a sec

I was gonna give glasses Homura a -1, but she's getting a 2 for the mustache necklace actually. I don't like it but it's such a bold choice and I love that for her lmao

I dislike Kirika but her clothes are in my fav choices ;;

I find my choices a little funny in hindsight because Kokoro's outfit is a hiking outfit and it looks nice but it also feels very generic, but I also feel like Leila's outfit looks like she's about to go camping or something. Also I am OBSESSED with Homura's mustache necklace.

Round 5

I'd like to make a disclaimer that I'm not rating Ranka's outfit 1 because I hate it, I just don't think it makes a good winter outfit necessarily. But does this also mean she's into larme kei and shops at places like MA*RS and Ank Rouge? Also: 1) Yachiyo's cold shoulder sweater dress amuses me for some reason. Girl your shoulders! 2) Green is a very interesting colour choice for Temari.

Hotaru, my beloved!! Sleepy queen!!

This is getting Good Final around Ahead and Madoka must Win!

I want Konomi's one so baaaad!!!!

Homura with glasses has the best outfits ;_; I have seen a lot of hers in the polls and always I love how she mixes cutesy with black clothes

Some of these are awful

Round 6

Lots of threes this time for interesting silhouettes or designs that make me go "yeah, that's [character]"! Also Mifuyu's outfit is just one of my faves in general

These are not as awful as the other but somehow most of them has something that ruins the look for me.

The thing is, a magical girl costume is always so extravagant and beautiful, that when we go back to their casual clothes, we expect nothing less. Bu then it comes some disappointment, because they look so plain and simple.

Last One I Need Madoka To Win!!

hard to be picky abt it ;-; they're all so pretty tbh

ui looks adorable!! i love her little outfit! you can certainly tell she's a kid. i find her outfit works really well over all. a lot of others i felt like there'd be one or 2 elements just don't fit with the rest but ui's just matches perfectly in my eyes

This is so difficult because imo the game has really really good designs for the casual outfits

Round 7

Kyoko looks really good in purple

After seeing Yachiyo's dress everything seems pretty.

Disclaimer I like Kyouko's outfit but I don't think it suits /her/ personally. I don't really like the mauve on Oriko? I feel like she should be wearing white or a very pale lilac at least. Tsubaki's is okay I guess and there's something about Tsukuyo's I don't entirely vibe with for some reason

I came to the conclusion that Homura is the Fashion Queen…

And poor Kyouko has so much to learn…

Let’s Hope Madoka wins this whole Thing!

Kyoko's outfit is great, but not a good fit for Kyoko.

Nagisa gets a 3. The OG deserves it. Too good for this world. Too pure. Deserves all the cheese.

Again, Homura has the best outfits

[clqveris]

stock dancing but it's all the fandoms i've ever been in

despite tumblr's accounts being called blogs, this is probably going to be the only "blog post" that I'll ever post. at least in the near future.

it's going to be a long one. disclaimer, it will contain some talk of things like fandom discourse, as well of mentions of Dead Dove topics, so scroll away if you need.

it will also be pretty personal, so I'm not adding all the tags for the fandoms and characters. this is mostly to those who know me.

I'll start at the beginning, in the best chronological order that I can remember. Not by order of appearance in the video, because I kept forgetting what came first when drawing the frames.

My Little Pony (Rarity) and Warrior Cats (Firestar)

These were my very first "fandoms." Before I even went to school, I discovered MLP on the television. I then proceeded to draw those stupid little ponies on the desk and some plastic containers. Thankfully it was with pencil, and not on any important containers and whatnot. Very glad I'm not a brony now, and very glad there was a human version so I didn't have to make a pony awkwardly dance.

Warrior cats was a series I read for a long time. I don't remember when I dropped it, but I just ended up losing interest. It has been stretched out by a lot by now, I believe. Warrior cats was also the first fandom that I "participated" in, by using Amino. Somehow, miraculously, I got out unscathed. By that, I mean no "safe adults" or suspicious people approached me. Not that I would've fallen for it after listening to internet safety week. Firestar is at the end of the animation because, well, it's difficult to make a non-anthro cat dance the same way as people do.

It's funny, because these two are most associated with people becoming furries later on in life, and somehow I am the only one who doesn't take much of an interest in furries within my friend group.

LittleBigPlanet (Sackboy) and Vocaloid (Miku)

LBP wasn't something that I was really "in a fandom" for, but I definitely really enjoyed playing it with my best friend and even made my own username based on it. I remember playing LBP, LBP2, and LBP3, and the disaster that was LBP3 because after finishing the story, none of it would load properly. Tons of surfaces and props would just be missing. Still, it's a nice game to look back on.

I will be honest, this is probably the first Miku I've drawn. Vocaloid has just been a thing in my life since discovering it back... I don't remember when, but the first music that went in playlists of music I liked to listen to was generally made with vocaloid or other voice synthesizers. Miku has always been there, somehow.

*not to be mistaken with AI voice generators, as people actually agree to provide their voice for the voice synthesizers

Marvel (Winter Soldier), Pokemon (Misty), Yandere Simulator (stand in- Vera)

I never drew anything for Marvel, except for the above frame. My family watched it when I was younger, everyone watched it before it started falling off after the infinity stones thing got resolved. The only reason I put it here was because I definitely read fanfiction for it, and definitely thought there was something fruity about america and his best friend. I mean, you find yourself in the future and everyone you've ever known is dead except wait, your best friend isn't, but he's brainwashed and now you have to kill him, so you betray the government and all your new friends instead to try and reach him. Shame that kind of story was stuck in the mcu.

Pokemon was an interesting phase. I drew Pokemon in ms paint, but never any of the humans. I had (still have some) Pokemon plushes and watched the first Pokemon anime on Netflix when it was still on there. I also watched the one with Serena. This was also the fandom that I first discovered porn. And tentacles. So if you ask me why, it's because of Pokemon. It's rather funny, because once again, I seem to be the only one in the friend group who doesn't take an interest in Pokemon anymore.

Yandere Simulator was discovered in elementary school. Because it's been shown that the dev was found to be interacting inappropriately with minors, I have not drawn the protagonist of the game and instead used an OC of mine as a stand in. All you need to know about Vera is that he is not a good person. I used to draw for this fandom back in my Amino days, just a bit, but ended up dropping it because of more and more people pointing out his incompetency. Plus, the complaint that to do anything in game you would have to watch the videos on YouTube, thus making a blind playthrough impossible. As well as his "sex license" comment, which was more than enough to turn me away from that game.

That aside, YanSim was my first exposure to the "yandere" trope- the obsessive, possessive type characters. In the game, it was done in a very bland way, but I like the general idea of the trope. Its influence still drives me towards certain preferences of mine in other fandoms, but I'd rather attribute that to Araki, who apparently popularized the trope with Yukako. I guess this is probably where my interest in "bad things happening in fiction" started.

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (Sketchbook), Don't Starve (Willow), Cookie Run (Roguefort Cookie)

Initially, DHMIS was going to be my second or third fandom on the list, but I realized that I got into it when I was old enough to have an email address, and not before. Hence, now it's down here. I ended up using that popular design of the human sketchbook to be recognizable. It was an interesting fandom, and also another from my Amino days. I don't know who came up with the idea of the sketchbook and the clock having a love-hate relationship, but looking back on it, they might've been cooking. I remember joining a discord server for it, having my phone get taken away, and then coming back and the server was about the grinch. I also remember that this was the first time I actually interacted with the community and talking to the others within the fandom, since the Amino community was pretty small. I look back at it and cringe, because there are so many things I did for attention. Instead of linking back to a person, I would put emojis around the link with sunglasses and pointing hands saying "This idea came from 😎 👉 this person." All that aside, this is probably where my interest in horror started.

The only reason I remembered that I was technically in the Don't Starve fandom was because I went looking in my folder of drawings and found some there. Then I remembered that yes, I had also read fanfiction for it. Mostly, though, it was a videogame that I played with my family. I ended up using the charcoal pencil brush here for Willow, instead of the pen, to mimic the artstyle just a bit.

Cookie Run is a fandom that I was in, and only get back in briefly whenever Roguefort is in an event. I also first discovered it due to an artist on tumblr who I followed for DHMIS. No idea where they are now because I can't remember the correct spelling of the username. Other than that, I just play the game, which I have been playing since before high school. Now I am out of high school. It was also the fandom that I believe was probably responsible for a good amount of my early art improvement, due to some art challenge where you drew every cookie. Overall, fond memories, but I'd rather not return to the fandom. Too much drama, too many people making big fusses over dumb shit. The Valentine's Day video being an especially dumb one, especially when you consider that maybe, putting in offensive stereotypes contributes to bad perceptions of real life people vs some ship between biscuits. I even remember asking, when I was younger, "Should I ship Pink Choco cookie with White Choco cookie or Hero cookie? I can't decide." Poor little me didn't know about multishipping, and the answer I got was that "Some people headcanon the Choco cookies as siblings, so it's safer to ship her with Hero." Well, now that I'm older, I have decided that I don't have the energy to act like fictional ships anywhere near the same level as real relationships and problems, and would probably ship both were I still interested in the fandom.

Team Fortress 2 (Sniper), Doki Doki Literature Club (Monika), Jojo's Bizzare Adventure (Kakyoin)

Yes, I was in the TF2 fandom. I barely played the game but I usually played as Medic when I did. I also realize that as I type this out, this might have been the original old men thing. Or at least, some of the oldest. I drew them a lot, and I wrote a fic that I orphaned some years later out of shame. It had a werewolf in it for some reason, and was multiple chapters. Although each chapter was only about 1000 words, compared to my current long-term multichapter fic which easily have 2000+ a chapter. Well, aside from that, I don't know why I liked Sniper the most. He throws piss in bottle and I will say, piss is something I avoid if I can. It's in my muted words somewhere.

I never personally played DDLC. I did watch playthrough of it, and seeing people's reactions to some of the stuff was always enjoyable. Yes, Monika was my favorite, and still is. I can't say with certainty why she is, but maybe I just found her the most interesting out of all the characters. This fandom I remember drawing for because this is where one of my OCs originated from, although that character I am only really remembering as I type this out, despite repurposing her.

JJBA. I cannot say that I look back at my time here happily. This is probably where I first started learning about the current state of fandom (ie, Not Good) and getting a bit of personal experience with it. At the time, I did enjoy it. I enjoyed talking in a ship server (A) about it, and another general server (B) about it. It was great and all, until A started blowing up. Which wouldn't be a problem if it didn't have a blacklist of topics that anyone could add to. They're useful in smaller circles, yes, but in large public servers, most things are going to end up being blacklisted. I remember dresses and "positive talk about mothers" being blacklisted, and eventually I got too anxious that I would say something on the blacklist to speak at all. B was okay, and I even tried to get over my fear of talking to strangers in voice chat by joining one during a whiteboard or something similar where everyone draws on the same canvas. I later ended up deleting all 200+ of my messages there and leaving. Why? Because the members of the server did not know the concept of "block and move on." "Scroll away." "Ignore things that you don't like online." A popular artist in the fandom was brought up and the people started trashing on them because of their wedding, which was apparently themed with the favorite JoJo ship. (But honestly, if someone wanted to theme their wedding to a ship I would respect the hell out of them.) The reason I ended up leaving that server was because they started saying stuff like, "It's creepy and weird, because the characters are minors so there's probably something wrong with that person," and implying such things over a JoJo ship of all things. (And, it gets into the territory of the "violent videogames are the cause of vioence" argument. Do you think that because I particularly enjoy using shotguns in videogames because I find them satisfying means that I want to go out and shoot real people with a shotgun? The state of gun control in the US is awful, and if anything, I want less guns.) And, generally, judging things by how "weird" they are rather than whether it harms or helps people is too arbitrary of a measure. Unfortunately, this was far from the last time that I would see serious accusations made on the basis of dumb shit, and now I am doubtful of most callout posts.

Other than that, at least I know all the Jojo references people complain about seeing all the time. Although, now that I'm not into JoJo, I don't actually see that many jokes about it.

Helltaker (Malina) and Weak Hero (Alex)

Malina gets two frames because she unluckily got the one that did not show her face. I can't say I remember much about the Helltaker community, but this was the community that I posted on Reddit to. Since then I have not used Reddit, but it was a good game and people seemed nice, at least from what I remember. Azazel was the one I drew the most, but Malina is a gamer girl, so I chose her for this.

I only remember Weak Hero because I saw that I drew a total of two images for this fandom. I discovered it on Webtoon, and joined a server which I have long since left, and that's all I can remember. Other than that, it was a webtoon with fighting and that's all I can say.

Omori (Omori) and Genshin Impact (Xinyan)

Omori was the first rpgmaker game I actually drew things for, although most of these drawings consisted of Sweetheart. Although I do like Ib and The Witch's House and Corpse Party, I never really went into the fandom. There wasn't much else to it, but the plot of Omori was good and it led me to discover one of my favorite artists, who, unfortunately, has left the internet. I wish them well.

Xinyan is here because she was and still is one of my favorites from the game. I wish she got better treatment from the game, especially gameplay-wise. I haven't drawn much for this game, due to the level of detail on outfits, but I did still play it for two years and read fanfiction for it. Lately I've just been watching videos for the story quest, though. Uninstalling it gave me 50+ GB back of space on my computer. About the Genshin fandom... JoJo may have been my first real bad experience with how online communities are, but this was my first time seeing how widespread it was. Lots of baseless accusations, fighting over headcanons, telling people awful things because they dislike a character... Well, the post that says the best way to enjoy fandom is to enjoy it with a small circle becomes more and more correct.

OC era (Left to Right- Aster @/sepialkali, Lucy @/hattiestgal, Alason @/moonlightguardianmoon, Zion @/sweet-pattycakes, Bisu/Sparrow @/monarch-orien, and Danaus)

For this one I realized that I had leftover blank frames at the end of the animation, and asked my friends for their ocs to fill in. This era lasted a very long time, and started because I discovered Tupperbox. Since then, my characters have become a lot less watered down as I drifted away from roleplay, and most of the things I do with them is just art now. Two of them are getting a sort of visual novel story thing made of them though, if that counts for anything.

Nu:Carnival (Kuya), Stardew Valley (Elliott), Wildfrost (Tusk)

Despite playing this game for a sizeable amount of time, the most I've done for this fandom was read fics and draw an event character once. Somehow, despite the bland gameplay, I have made a habit of continuing to play the game. I used Kuya because he's the only character I consistently roll for.

I first played Stardew Valley a long time ago without mods, and then forgot about it for a few years. When I came back to it earlier this year, I thought it would be funny to install mods that makes characters into crazy yanderes. It was definitely entertaining, although most of them were pretty standard. I will give massive props to whoever made the Elliott one, because they added events and schedule changes and a lot more than just dialogue changes. Anyways, the reason this is here is because I decided, on a whim one day, to start writing a very long fic for Stardew. This was at the beginning of the year, and it is not even halfway through right now. Then I lost interest in the game while retaining an interest in writing the fic, somehow.

Wildfrost I picked up near the beginning of the year. It doesn't have much of a story, and there's little fanart because of that, but the character designs are pretty good. I still play it daily, and Tusk is still a good unit, because it's basically free damage.

Honkai Star Rail (Peepaw Welt), The Greatest Estate Developer (Lloyd), The Coffin of Andy and Leyley (Ashley)

Honkai Star Rail remains on my computer, but I cannot find the energy to open and play it. Each new character becomes its own meta, and the gameplay loop isn't that enjoyable anymore. During the time that I did, however, I had my 50/50s ruined twice by Welt, which is why he is here. Otherwise I would've chosen Tingyun or Yanqing instead. Gameplay aside, I am lucky to have found a good community for this fandom through a ship server, as an almost complete mirror of the previous servers I was in for JoJo. They are what keeps me in the fandom.

TGED was a very short era that lasted for less than a month. During that time, however, I was afflicted by the demons, and drew and even wrote a decent amount (at least for my standards.) Funnily enough, what drove me away from it was the server I was in for it. This fandom is a very small one, and so the server had probably the majority of active fandom members that could speak English. What made me leave was the poor moderation and some immaturity from some members. Links to NSFW fanart was allowed in the same channel as SFW fanart, NSFW conversations wouldn't always be in the NSFW channel... Which, if it was an adults only server, would've been fine, but it is not, and I feel that this server is a genuine safety concern with the NSFW problem.

TCOAAL was a game I watched a playthrough of when it first came out, and then I saw the chaos that happened when it blew up with the release of the second chapter. I personally found it very entertaining, with the way people didn't have a problem with cannibalism and murder and cults until they found out there was an ending with incest, and suddenly the game was a bad game you shouldn't play. Although if you look at the Steam reviews most people don't care because, well, it's only a game. This game also served as a bit of a precursor. I find codependency in ships interesting, but I am only slightly interested in the game. I don't think about it that much, for some reason. Maybe that'll change when more chapters are released.

The S-Classes That I Raised (Han Yoojin)

If you take a quick scroll through my account, you can probably tell that this is my current fandom. Funnily enough, the server that brought me into this was one I joined while trying to get out of TGED. I suppose it only worked because I read it on Webtoon awhile ago. This server is a lot better kept, although maybe it's because it's strictly an 18+ server. As well as that, it's a smaller community within the fandom, because the server's subject is inherently tied to one of the Big Dead Dove topics, so there's a lot less worrying about drama starting over that sort of stuff. To my mutuals, I will not talk about weird dead dove stuff that I'm into unless asked to, so don't worry about it. Some sort of codependency just makes me go crazy. Unfortunately, I was not able to fit him next to another image to make Tumblr make him smaller, and had to remove one of Malina's frames to fit the 30 image limit.

If any of my friends are reading all the way down to here, thanks! I'm very lucky to have you guys as friends, and I hope we can stay friends for a long time.

[smallestflowtree]

SO more detail on the AU I mentioned yesterday which I am calling the Pavel girls AU for now, maybe a better name later if I think of one but knowing me I probably won't

Disclaimer: I LOVE HODARI I am just putting him back in the toy box for a bit so I can play with Leta instead for a while. Ok? Ok

Further disclaimer: I know we don't know much in canon about Leta so I'm veering probably quite far into OC territory here but it's okay I've given myself permission, this is my version of her and everyone else is obviously free to do as they wish, plenty of AU/OC space for everyone

Hodari finds Najuma first. He throws her clear of the cave-in; Leta finds her, frees her, takes her back to Kilima to get help, but by the time she returns with the other villagers it's too late.

Leaving Leta and Najuma.

Leta never considers going home. She's the inventor, so she makes Najuma her prosthetic leg fairly early on.

I like babies/children and I think there should be more of them so I wanted to add another Pavel child to this AU; my first thought was that Leta could be pregnant (early-on and maybe not know herself yet) when Hodari dies but the more I thought about it the more outright cruel it seemed, like that would be A LOT and I felt like I was being unnecessarily horrible to her. Also I liked the idea of the second child being a bit younger than that. So INSTEAD maybe about three years after the accident some kind of travelling merchant is visiting Kilima and runs into Leta in town, and invites himself round to see her later that evening; and she's lonely, and what's the harm? Najuma's asleep. And Leta works hard and she deserves a bit of fun and attention. Then a couple of weeks later once he's long gone she realises, oops. I like accidental pregnancy stories. Sorry Leta.

Anyway this is Saleni Pavel, she's five! She likes swimming and butterflies and telling long meandering stories that go on about five minutes too long. She definitely owns shoes and, if pressed, could tell you where at least one of them is. Her favourite person in the whole world is her big sister and she can very nearly do a handstand and wait, she'll show you. Wait. One more minute. She's going to do it this time. Okay let her try again

(sidenote: I do think of the Majiri as being overall quite sex-positive and we know they are polyamorous but it is interesting that all the children we see, and all the adults as far as we know, were born in (monogamous) wedlock. So I wonder who would be judgemental and who wouldn't)

Leta is a miner, but she's also an inventor and I think especially with two children it would make more sense for her to do more inventing, which would keep her closer to home more of the time. She's friends with Zeki so he could help her with licencing and selling her inventions. I think she'd go into the mines enough to get the materials she needs, and maybe enough to sell locally, but not as her primary means of supporting her family, and larger parts of the mines would be abandoned.

So bringing us to Najuma. Who would similarly not be allowed in the mines - it's not safe, especially when parts of it aren't checked/maintained. And there's no need - she's better off in every way as her mother's apprentice. But I think she'd feel just as drawn to them because of her father's death and wanting to continue his legacy.

And I like to think about Najuma as a big sister. How she'd feel about the fact that at least she knew her father, but that means she knows how it felt to lose him, which Saleni can't, and is that better or worse? And being fiercely protective of her but also having to look after her and getting frustrated and fed up, and also maybe frustrated because Saleni can run and swim and do things she can't with a prosthetic, but it isn't her fault, and teenage angst, and so forth, while also loving her to pieces and if you look at her wrong she will FIGHT YOU. You know, sibling stuff.

Leta in general I see as outgoing, friendly, and generally well-liked; not always as cautious as she should be with a tendency to rush in; rather hot-headed. Loses track of time when she's working on something. Very loyal and loves her daughters to distraction but they are also the people who drive her craziest.

That all I’m going to say today but I have MANY MORE THOUGHTS for other posts, including how I would add all this into the game and what I would change to make it all work and quests and schedules and all kinds of things, and if anyone cares at all then PLEASE reply or message me or something because I need. To get all the thoughts out. I can’t stop thinking about this AU help

[kismetharbor]

Kismet Harbor's 168th Founder's Festival

In the year 1856, against the backdrop of the Oregon Trail’s final stretches and the promise of prosperity in the West, Alexander Chapman, a pioneering soul with dreams as vast as the Pacific itself, laid the foundation stones of what would become Kismet Harbor. Drawn to the rugged beauty of the Oregon coast and inspired by the potential of its untamed lands, Chapman envisioned a haven where dreams could take root and ambitions could flourish. To honor our beloved founder, it is yet again time for our annual Founder's Festival. Come on by with your family, friends and beloved ones and have fun at our 168th Founder's Festival, officially ringing in the new season.

For your entertainment, our board and city council have come up with the following things to do at this year's festival:

Novice bakers are encouraged to put their own baking creations on display for our lovely judges to taste and proclaim a winner.

Vivian Lockwood and Peter Salzburg, our lord and lady Kismet Harbor from last year's festival will be passing on their crowns to this years new lord and lady. At the opening of our festival, the coronation will take place. We invite everyone to toast to them with a cup of sparkling apple cider.

Join us for mini games such as apple bobbing, a hay obstacle course, egg and spoon race, and archery.

Test your battle of wits in a Shakespearean showoff. Battle your opponents with old English insults and become the master of wits.

The famous 'chase the chicken' game has returned. Chase the chicken down the main road of Kismet Harbor and win fresh produce from our local farms (Disclaimer, no actual chickens are being harmed in this game. Volunteers that fit in our chicken outfits are welcomed!)

Stroll about our shopping streets for stands filled with food, trinkets and fashion items. Enjoy the newest fall fashion and food items such as pumpkin spice and apple cider.

As always there will be a speech by Mayor Clairmont to regale the story of Alexander Chapman.

Children up to the age of sixteen can enjoy their fairy hunt in a closed off section of the hiking trails. When having found a small wooden elf, return this to the entrance of the hiking trails for a free ticket to the use at either Aquatica, Danger Zone or Galaxy Cinemas. Minors under the age of eight need to be escorted by an adult.

Our hayrides will lead you through town from Hawthorne Hideaway to our downtown area.

Once more, we have a charity walk/run of five, ten and twenty miles. For every five miles finished, HCP Holding will donate a hundred dollars to Best Care Animal Hospital.

Below the cut is the OOC information needed for the event:

The event will start September 20th, at 12:00pm (noon, EST), starters can be posted on the dashboard.

The event will run through October 4th at 12:00am (midnight, EST), however no new starters should be posted after September 30th for the sake of being able to wrap up threads in a timely manner. Try to have it wrapped up by the 11th to keep the dash clean. Event starters should be tagged with kismetharbor.event002.

Every year, the Founder's festival will be declaring a new 'Lord' and 'Lady' of Kismet Harbor that will partake in the organization for events and help hosting it for the next whole year. Every mun is allowed to participate for the reaping with a maximum of two characters (whichever gender; Non Binary characters will have to specify if they would like to be reaped for Lord or Lady.). Two will be reaped by the wheel and will not be chosen by popular vote. Please send in the characters you wish to participate with. You can do this until September 19th at 11:59 PM. The winners will be reaped at the start of the event. Please submit through IM.

The mini games shall be held in Hawthorne Hideaway, reachable either by foot or by the use of a hayride wagon. The stands, foodcourts, the mayor's speech at the Chapman statue and the crowning of the new Lord and Lady will be held Downtown.

For the baking competition it is not required to sent in pictures. Just the name and description of what will be entered and the character name is enough. Again, the winners shall be chosen by the wheel and not by popular vote. Please send this through IM.

Feel free to have your characters volunteers to host the activities or rides.

Participation in the event is required and you will have to have at least one event thread per character.

[bitter-limelight]

What exactly do you like so much about Marius? I'm not trying to be rude, I just want to hear you out. Who knows, maybe seeing your side of the argument will change my mind about him!

Hello anon

First I'll start out with the disclaimer that every Marius fan...knows. aight, we know. We do. And if Marius isn't your jam because you don't like how he's written or you find him unlikeable or he's triggering that's valid and by all means please continue to curate your fandom experience as you wish.

But you asked, so here goes.

Marius is first of all such a well written and layered character, going from this nerdy flippant wanderer to being tasked with the care of the origin of all vampires. He was thrown into responsibility, he had to become, as Quinn says, The Wise One to keep himself and everyone else alive. He is snarky, he is traumatized, he is loving and vain and arrogant and stubborn and tender and giving and patient and tense and just so many things.

I like that he's an artist. There's lots of emphasis on music in TVC but as an artist myself I am drawn to that in Marius. I Iove hearing about his work, his tantrums about how bad of an artist he is, it's very humanizing.

And, most controversially speaking, as a child of abuse I love Marius as the rescue Fantasy. And I hope anon and anyone reading that as I say this you will grant me the grace to understand that I am speaking only of a fictional fantasy character written in an adults series. Marius as the rescue Fantasy, swept away from the brink of death to be loved and lavished and spoiled and cared for speaks to such a deep inner wounded part of me. I was older when I read TVA, almost 30, but it fit right in with the sort of thing I had been reading and writing since I was a traumatized teenager. It was the sort of make believe I could slip into, a fantasy no different than the one of being made a vampire in and of itself. And not just with Armand, although it's no secret I love TVA and ship Marius and Armand, but with Daniel too. He takes in Daniel, who like him was tasked with a great duty in their history, who was so sick and in such distress, who needed such a constant level of care. And in careing for Daniel, we see a selfless version of Marius come through, another layer to his character.

So...yeah. a condensed version of why I live Marius.

[c0rpsedemon]

i think, in terms of Shirou Bisexuality, he didn't actually realize he liked men until after the 5th hgw in 2/3 routes, like i think his bisexuality parallels his attraction to sakura in fate route and ubw which exists but isn't fully realized bc he's uhm busy at the moment! love and light! like he was 100% into lancer and shinji and issei to varying degrees but i don't think he realized that was y'know, attraction until heaven's feel (like i said, paralleling his attraction to sakura), or more specifically in the moment where he admitted he liked kirei (obligatory 'this is not a ship post and i don't think that grown man was attracted to that 17 year old and it's perfectly normal for kids to feel one-sided attraction to adults bc brains aren't hard-wired to find childlike features like those of their peers attractive' disclaimer goes here (<< has seen the horrors of bad-faith discourse)) bc heaven's feel is the only route where shirou's sense of self and kiritsugu's ideals are truly able to be separated (bc as much as he wants to save everyone, push comes to shove, shirou emiya is Going to try to save the girl he loves above all), and sexuality is heavily linked to sense of self. without his (kiritsugu's) ideals, who shirou is as a person is drawn into question, and after questioning, before he realizes oh shit he's just like kirei, shirou realizes first that he likes kirei. and then in f/ha we've already had 3 routes and to shove him back into the closet would be annoying bc no one wants to see character development undone so he's able to be his fruitiest (note: NOT the original word used) self towards lancer, issei and shinji. (<<<forgot which parts of this were earnest analysis vs full of shit ramblings)

[caw-rky]

Dungeons and ponies

(Disclaimer : There is a lot of reading here but there is also drawings, the drawings are lower in the post so don't hesitate to jump straight to it to avoid the blabbering) Since uni is kicking my behind (well, that and a good old bad cold), I put a hiatus on Shuffled (and have been for a while already). But that's not the subject of this post ! So, Dungeons and Dragons ! The most known system of roleplay than most fan of the genre have played at least once, right ? Not me. I have only played homemade systems since before I could read. But I am a big fan of DnD redesigns and love memes so, what did I do after watching some redesigns on youtube? Well, of course, I drew the pillars ! And since I can't do anything simply, I linked them all to two classes and made a few indications for stats and an idea for a small system to represent the elements. So a few explainations then drawings ! Each pillars are linked to 2 classes (I also have ideas for the mane 6 (7?) but I haven't drawn them yet, dunno if I will) depending of their stories (in the serie and in the comics) and what I felt like doing. Each pillars are linked to a "virtue", virtues are pretty much the equivalent of the elements but there is seven of them and are made to be "usable" for both generation. The concept of virtue is : each virtue corresponds to an ability (for example : faith would rise the critical sucess rate for difficult actions). A virtue being in a party will act on all members of it, having multiple time a virtue will reinforce its effect (two faith would lower the failure rate necessary for an action to be thought as difficult for example) and different virtues would stack on the party (if you have a faith and a diligence, both effects will act on the whole party). If you have six or more of the different virtue, once by session you could use the friendship rainbow lazer. For the stats, since I'm too lazy to try and figure out what level everypony would have, searching how exp works and all, instead there are 5 level existing : low-, low, medium, high, high+. low- is you are pretty much unable to do anything using this stat. Low is lower than the average adult pony. Medium is average. High is higher than average. High+ is "hello I'm pretty much a genius in this field". The pillars have a mean to medium where the mane 6 (and Stygian) would have a mean at low. Now drawings !

Starswirl is a wizard (pretty obvious why) and a bloodhunter ! To make a very gross summary a bloodhunter is someone who used pretty... unsavory rituals to achieve very powerful blood-related magic (generally in the goal of beating up bad guys). In this, I consider than Starswirl became one to reach stronger magics to fight against the monsters who roam during their times (that far before even meeting the alicorn sisters). I also imagine him now half regretting his choice but also being of the mind of "better me than someone else". His virtue is curiosity. (Also a thing I thought while thinking about it (I will try to keep it short) : isn't it funny than he thought than Stygian was trying to steal the power of the pillars but his last spell, when corrected, allows the caster to reach alicornhood by using the power of 5 other individuals? Imagine the twist it would have been if Starswirl had originally made the spell to become an alicorn (and so immortal) and planned to put the rest of the pillars in limbo until finding a way to make them immortal too to "protect equestria forever". Like, Stygian would have been silent and shocked cause he was in fact sent by Starswirl to make preparatory diagnostics check-up but was thrown under the bus when some of the pillars realized their missing stuff. (Funnily enough, seeing how high in society Starswirl was, even if he planned to keep Stygian, it would have been easy for him to get guards to capture him back so it would barely be annoying for him to have to let Stygian run off). Like during part of the finale, everyone thinks the problem is Stygian taking the artifacts for one thing or another and then you learn than Stygian thought he was allowed since Starswirl asked him to do it and accepted the shadows due to feeling betrayed (possibly even accepting them to escape Starswirl). And I'm beginning to spiral in possibilities soooo next character ! (also, link of the wizard reference : https://www.lolailo.co.uk/ravenloft-chapter-fourty-four-the-journey-back-to-an-illusion/ )

Rockhoof is a paladin (of the Mighty Helm) and a barbarian ! And his dexterity is low due to a certain episode and charisma has ended up low cause it was the only thing I could lower when I realized his mean was high. His virtue is diligence ! And ref of the viking palading : https://www.deviantart.com/rathnos/art/Ziggeroy-The-Viking-Paladin-or-Vikadin-563177921 .

Mistmane is a sorcerer (cause her magic is too important for her to not have a magic related class and I thought than wizard was better for Starswirl) and a druid (before thinking for this, I hadn't fully realized how much she is linked to plants). Her virtue is charity ! And old ponies are hard to draw x'DD

Somnambula is a bard and a monk ! And I tried two color palets cause I wondered how she would look with Ankha's color palet. Her virtue is Faith !

Meadowbrook is an artificer (mainly for the potion making) and ranger (partially cause Mistmane already had the bard part and also because, Meadowbrook doesn't really have the link with animals and plants I generally imagine druids having? If that makes sense?). Her virtue is Mercy !

Flash Magnus is a fighter (I originally thought to make him a paladin before thinking than Paladin of The Mighty Helm sounded too good to pass) and a rogue (originally cause I thought it funny since his "elemental descendant" is the element of loyalty) ! His virtue is Bravery (yes, I know, imagination 10/10)

Stygian is a Cleric (just thought it would be cool for him to have become it to help the pillars) and a Warlock (pretty obvious that one). Yes I imagine him having two patrons pretty much opposite. Just cause I think it would make for very funny interactions with Stygian and both patrons. His virtue is caution. I tried to make the post veeeeeeery quick and short so plz don't hesitate to send ask if interested in this xDD May do the mane 6 and/or young 6 one day. Or not. Idk yet? Will take a while either way so have a nice daaaay !

[tastefulstars]

The Summoning 18+

Summary: A scholar attempts to change history by summoning a demon, only it doesn’t go as planned. 

Paring: Male demon x male human

Word count: 1,685

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Note: This work is inspired by The Gentleman’s Demon by @miyuliart

Disclaimer: This work contains Mature Content and is intended for Adults only (18+)

He didn’t let the soft murmur of his audience distract him as he finished the final touches for his demonstration. His gaze flitted around him, taking in the room. The heavy, velvet curtains were pulled closed, which if it weren’t for the various candles scattered around the room would have plunged the room into darkness. Large paintings hung on the wall behind him, he couldn’t make out the subjects but he assumed they were portraits of his sponsor and hosts family. To his right was a large, opulent fireplace and above him hung a large crystal chandelier - those two factors alone were a giveaway as to how rich they were.

His sponsors. They were all old rich men and women, bored of their mundane lives and hoping to find some sense of excitement through him. They sat in chairs, dragged into the room by a servant no doubt, in a loose semi-circle, waiting and talking amongst themselves while he readied himself.

Finally, he let his gaze drop to the floor in front of him. He had painstakingly drawn a large, elaborate symbol on the floor, ensuring every line was perfect. He had carefully placed pillar candles on certain points of the symbol and took his time lighting them. Everything had to be perfect. He had to make this work. He was dressed in his finest clothing, he gently ran his gloved hands down the front of his suit jacket before stepping up to the edge of his symbol, he cleared his throat, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

“Welcome,” He begins, holding his arms out before dropping them back to his sides, “Tonight, together, we make history. Thank you, for all of your support throughout the many years of research. Now, let’s begin”

He took a deep breath, and began to recite the verse he had seared into his memory. He ensured he spoke clearly, pronouncing each word properly, perfectly. As he finished his verse, he raised his hands expectantly but nothing happened except for a soft wisp of smoke drifting upwards.

Silence.

“When will it show itself?” He hears a gruff voice ask quietly.

“It should be here already” He answers, he could feel the shame of failure creeping up his throat.

“Enough!” A new voice snaps, a chair scrapes on the ground as the sponsor stands.

“Wait, My Lady! I can-”

“No. That’s enough,” She cuts him off before he can continue, “I am tired of this. You continue to fail and I am not wasting anymore of my money on your fruitless endeavors. Goodnight”

She picks up the skirt of her dress and leaves, the rest of the sponsors quickly stand and follow her, giving him side glances as they do so. He hangs his head, anger and shame growing inside him, he begins to furiously flick through his notebook.

“Why? Why didn’t it work? I ensured it was perfect!” He snaps at himself, and as he spins around that’s when he notices it. The waft of smoke. A candle has extinguished itself. He was almost overwhelmed with how foolish he felt, he knelt down and re-lit it.

An explosion of light, smoke and heat filled the room. As the smoke cleared, he saw it, towering over him. The demon was massive, its deep red skin radiated heat, its hands were easily double the size of his head, its arms nothing but muscle, two large horns curled upwards from the area of its temples, it sharp nose led up to a strong brow, and as it opened its mouth to let out a rough breath, he spied razor sharp teeth. He looked it all over, taking in all the hard planes of its body.

“I- I did it” He raised his hand towards the demon, gently caressing its chest, “It worked, and… No one is here to witness my success.”

He let his eyes roam the demon again, falling to the large cock hanging between its legs and he feels his cheeks heat, he bites his bottom lip as he feels a spike of arousal course through him.

“I’ve read demons are lustful creatures,” He murmurs. He can’t help himself, the demon wasn’t like anyone he’d seen before and he wanted, “Would I be acceptable? Would you give me the honour of being with you?”

The demon looks blankly at him, staring down its sharp nose at him, two of its lower teeth jut out and rest on his upper lip. He sighs and turns away.

“What am I doing? Why would he want me?”

He begins to move back towards the small side table his notebook rested on to release the demon when he feels two massive hands gently caressing his head, neck and shoulder. It holds him gently as it leans down slowly, pressing its nose into his hair - inhaling deeply. It moves its hand from his neck and runs it upwards, cupping his cheek; the demons hand was so large, so warm, and he leaned into the touch.

The demon takes hold of one of his hands, pressing it against its mouth. He felt too hot, like he was burning up, and oh how he wanted. He caresses the demons face, feeling the sharp angles of its jaw and cheeks.

“So, I am to you liking?”

He leans up, having to stand on the tops of his toes to reach, and presses his lips to the demons mouth in a soft kiss. The demon deepens the kiss by opening its mouth and licking its long, forked tongue into his own mouth. It tastes him deep and slow, and as it withdraws its tongue, it leaves a sticky trail of saliva that drips down his lips and chin. The demon leans down and licks away the mess, causing him to let out a soft chuckle.

Wanting to show his appreciation for the demon, he pushes himself closer to his chest and he starts to kiss and taste the demons chest. It doesn’t take him long to work his way to its nipple, as he suckles and kisses, he reaches down and takes hold of its cock. He leans back, looking into its eyes.

“Can I?”

He lowers himself into a kneeling position as the demon grunts softly, and he takes his time looking at the demons large member. He hums and takes the head into his mouth, the demon licks its lips as he sucks gently on the head of its cock, it places a massive hand on the back of his head. He starts to suck and lick and work his way down its cock, using a hand to satisfy where he couldn’t reach with his mouth. He could feel his own cock straining in his pants, uncomfortably hard. He comes up for air and feels the demon moving, picking him up from his knees with ease. The demon purrs softly as it uses its clawed fingers to gently pull and tug at his clothing, he helps where he can and soon enough he’s partially naked, only left in his unbuttoned shirt, gloves, socks and shoes.

The demon caresses him all over, patting his hair and sides. It picks him up and rests him against the small side table behind him, sending his notebook and vials and other bits and pieces crashing onto the ground. It hunches down as it stands between his legs, gently running its claws up his legs. He pants as it lowers its head down, whining as it licks at his cock before it lowers even more, licking at his balls and entrance. He grasps his cock and works himself as the demon devours him. The demon gently presses a single finger into his entrance, using its saliva to ease its way. The demon continues to prepare him until its patience ran out, it picks him up again and moves to the center of the symbol and sits. It moves and positions him where it wants, a large hand wraps around his thigh while the other holds onto his waist. He takes a moment to remove his gloves and kick off his shoes and socks before It raises him into the air, holding him above its cock.

The demon lowers him, pressing his entrance against its cock and he bares down. He almost screams as he’s filled and stretched. Slowly, so slowly, he’s lowered until he’s seated on the demons lap. He wines and pants as the pain tears through him, the demon gently strokes his back as it waits for him to adjust to the intrusion. After a few deep breaths, he gently rocks his hips and moans. The demon holds him as he starts to ride it, rubbing his cock between its thumb and forefinger. He can’t catch his breath, moaning and whining as he works himself on the demons cock. He leans forward, the demons fingers splay around his torso, and kisses at the demon. He licks his way into its mouth and sucks on its tongue before he drops his head to its shoulder, kissing and licking at its feverish skin.

Suddenly the demon lifts him, pulling him off its cock and spinning him around. It shifts, kneeling and covering him with its large frame, tucking him between its hard body and an arm and it re-enters him. The new position gives the demon all the control and power, taking him as it pleased. He grips tightly onto the arm boxing him in, holding on for dear life as it fucks him, and he reaches up and grips onto one of the demons horns. It doesn’t take them long to reach their peaks, his climax is punched out of him with a whine, he shakes with the intensity of it. He feels the demon finish inside him, growling as it rolls its hips and rides out its orgasm.

He goes limp and the demon lifts him, pulling its cock out and letting its fluid spill out of him. It sits back and cradles him in his lap, purring softly as he sighs and caresses the demons face.

“I summoned someone incredible”

[flkmoresluvr]

The Same ( Daryl x Michonne oneshot )

summary: Michonne and Daryl talk while walking to Hilltop after their car breaks down. Centered around Season 8.

disclaimer: not proofread nor grammatically corrected. my first oneshot for twd. hope you enjoy!!

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“Engine’s done for.” Daryl mutters, slamming the hood of the worn down Pontiac. Wiping the liquid from the vehicle onto the fabric of his vest, now turning his attention towards Michonne who stood near the side with a gray bag on her shoulders. 

The trip to Hilltop was meant to be an easy and quick one, they couldn’t waste any more days as tension was beginning to rise with Negan and the saviors.

“We don’t have long anyways, maybe they’ll have a nice ride waiting for us.” Michonne tries to crack a joke, only earning a small chuckle from the man. He slings his crossbow over his shoulder as the two begin their walk towards Hilltop.

It began as a silent walk. Neither one of them were much of talkers nowadays but long after minutes had passed, Michonne was itching to speak. To say anything that comes to mind.

“I still have a lot of regrets.” She begins saying, causing Daryl to snap his head towards her direction as they walk side by side on the road surfaces. “Things could’ve turned out better if I just used my head.”

“You did your best.” Daryl mumbles, he knew what it was like to have regrets. From the time he knew how to fend for himself, only as a kid when he had to learn the hardships of being an adult to now. Suffering the lost of one of his closest friends and wanting nothing more than to finish this war off so he could see Negan suffer.

Her eyes stared straight ahead, she says. “With Andrea, I . . . “ Her voice quivers slightly, her hand brushing against the hole in her jeans. “We both made our choices but I sometimes think things could’ve turned out better for both of us if I had just stayed put.” She admits and it feels like she’s swallowed glass. This regret had been weighing heavy on her chest over the years and she thinks about Andrea often, it comes in small patterns. 

“Ain’t your fault, Michonne. Andrea . . . she was Andrea. Thought she could save everyone with no consequences.” His eyes glance over at her. 

“She was stubborn.” Michonne laughs, one single tear falling from her eye. She missed Andrea.

Comfortable silence falls between the two again, both their minds filled with their shared regrets and how things could be different. 

Suddenly, Daryl gets the urge to share his feelings which isn’t often. He builds up these emotions and lets them out when he’s alone but Michonne was different. When he looks at her, he sees someone like him and that makes him feel seen. 

“Beth . . . I miss her.” He mumbled, his hand gripping tightly on the strap of his crossbow. Letting out a long sigh, he speaks again. “And then Glenn. Done more harm to Maggie than good.”

“She doesn’t blame you, Daryl. Beth, she made her decision.” She stops in her tracks and he follows in suit. 

Daryl shakes his head. “Nah. I see it on her face.”

“She’s still mourning. We all are, you can’t-” 

He interrupts her, his eyebrows furrowed with a crease on his forehead. “Bullshit. I can see it in everyone’s faces.” He begins walking again and Michonne follows, matching his pace.

“So what? You think everyone is lying to you? You think Maggie is lying to you?” She asks him.

“Nah, think y’all are trying to convince yourselves.” He mutters, his gaze straight ahead as Hilltop comes into view. He sighs in relief, picking up the pace of his feet, not caring if Michonne can keep up. 

And Michonne catches on, she groans. Not loudly but enough for Daryl to hear, she reaches out and grabs him by the shoulder. “We’re not that different, you know that?”

He looks back at her, slowly he nods his head. “Difference is, you got people.”

She looks at him, a confused look drawn out on her face. “We’re in this together. Rick, Maggie, Carl, Carol, we’re all your people. You got us.”

Daryl feels a sense of comfort wash over him, he wants to smile at Michonne’s words. He wants to show that he does in fact need them but instead, he nods his head again. Causing her to smile widely, she knew that she wouldn’t get an actual response out of him but a nod of the head was better than anything.

[my-friend-and-the-setting-sun]

((I am still on hiatus from this blog, but I can tell when someone is trying to get me to draw their OC for free, despite the claim I can use their OC; plus the blatant attempt at inserting them in the story. I do have asks open, but I did explicitly mention the avatars of blogs/anons would be drawn as Waddle Dees.

Please just commission or art-trade with an artist to get art...or someone with free requests open. I never said I had any of these things open. I know, there’s a first time learning experience for everyone, so I’m just leaving this disclaimer here now.

I am not going to add other OCs unless explicitly stated I will. Pari, as far of a vision I have for the story as it is now, is the only OC mentioned/involved in the overarching AU. (Also she is mine in the first place.) The story is relatively set, and will largely use canon characters from both the anime and the games.

I am a fulltime retail worker, I don’t have time to dedicate progress and gifts on one story project...and I have several other projects I’m working on, which is part of the reason the hiatus is even happening. I’m slow on all of them, however, I just can’t force quick progress on my ideas.

HOWEVER...I’m not angry. Just mildly annoyed and saying this applies to any visitor of this blog. If you somehow know this person, please don’t harass them, I will be very upset with you. Their OC sounds very creative, I’m just making it clear I’m not here to draw free requests, and already know where the story is headed. This is a casual project.

Thanks for those of you still invested in what’s happening here, though. I do want to work on this some more, but when I’ll be picking it up again is...difficult to say. Adulting is hard.)

[onenettvchannel]

BALITANG ENTERTAINMENT: 'Hazbin Hotel' renewed for Seasons 2-4 by Amazon Prime

FREDERICK, MARYLAND -- On a past end of July 2024 weekend, the hit adult American animated Amazon Prime Video's dark comedy web-series 'Hazbin Hotel', created by Ms. Vivienne Maree Medrano (known as VivziePop) has announced the ongoing developments of seasons 2, 3 and 4. Alongside this monumental news, VivziePop also revealed at San Diego Comic Con (SDCC) via entertainment news outlets 'ScreenRant' and 'Comicbook' that there will be 8 new episodes ordered by Amazon Prime are now in production for Season 2.

This bombshell announcement comes out of left field, just a few days after the show saw unprecedented success following its premiere earlier this year in 2024. The creation gives adult-rated audiences dark humor, captivating animation and an eccentric cast of characters; 'Hazbin Hotel' has drawn quite an audience. The series follows the story of Ms. Charlie Morningstar, a charismatic demon who aims to save her soul by opening a hotel for sinners seeking redemption.

Before, due to dark criticism on Season 1, when it comes to internet trolls, debated online hate speechs and eventually harassing, assassinate or murdering show creator 'VivziePop' in person at her hometown state of Maryland, United States of America (U.S.A.); everyone hates the indie show on social media and anonymous board forums (except the pro-side in different target demographic) without inputting a technical disclaimer in every new episodes, and massively threatens to cancel the American streaming service as 'One Million Moms', an anti-entertainment news bureau said.

Per the social media teaser video on the X Network (formerly Twitter), the expansion into seasons 2-4 is an indication of the team's commitment to exploring deeper themes and expanding the world of this said web series streaming show for adults. With these new developments, the said indie adult-rated, web streaming series 'Hazbin Hotel' is primed to turn into one of the most talked-about adult animated series within recent memory. More twists, turns, and laughs await fans and newcomers alike as Ms. Morningstar and her cohorts try to navigate the underworld.

Futuristically, new hotel hell of adventures awaits in Pentagram City for the upcoming Season 2. You can now stream 'Hazbin Hotel' available now globally on the American streaming service 'Amazon Prime Video'.

STOCK POSTER PHOTO COURTESY: Google Images BACKGROUND PROVIDED BY: Tegna

SOURCE: *https://screenrant.com/hazbin-hotel-seasons-3-4-confirmed/ [Referenced News Article via ScreenRant] *https://comicbook.com/anime/news/hazbin-hotel-season-2-episode-count/ [Referenced News Article via Comicbook] *https://onemillionmoms.com/current-campaigns/amazon-prime-airs-new-satanic-series-hazbin-hotel/ [Referenced Editorial Article via One Million Moms news bureau] and *https://www.themonastery.org/blog/christians-threaten-to-cancel-prime-video-over-demonic-animated-show [Referenced Blog Article via The Monastery]

-- OneNETnews Online Publication Team

[artemiseamoon]

Flirting with Danger 4

Ramon x f reader

Words: 5,532

An: Enjoy! We have 2 chapter left after this. 

Warnings: some violence, a gun being drawn and mentioned, a death that occurs off screen/ page, sexual content and mention of sexual activity. (Ps ppl should not wear fur, it’s wrong so know I’m not supporting that) | if you are a minor please don’t read! Or follow. This is an adult 18+ account. I don’t have time or energy to check everyone’s accounts.

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Content disclaimer: You know my usual Narcos disclaimer, this is fic, made up, not an effort to glamorize the horrific acts of real persons. If this bothers you, just don’t read it, it saves us both time and energy. Thanks!

Fic info | previous chapter | next chapter * takes you to A03

3 weeks later

Waking in a cold sweat, you stare blankly at the ceiling. This is the fifth nightmare you've had. Minus the nightmares, the last three weeks have been amazing. Twenty-one days you’ve enjoyed way more than you should have. Not just because of Ramon, but because of his family. You've progressed to having more moments with them and continue to grow closer to his sisters.

Enedina talks to you a little more than she ever has before, and Benjamin becomes warmer, in his own way. He strikes you as the type that only let's his blood family in, and his wife who he's very much head over heels for. As for everyone else, including you, family friends, and someone like Barron who was always around - you were all held at arm's length. Even if showed to be trustworthy. Not that you were, not really.

You’ve heard stories of agents going corrupt, agents getting compromised and now, here you are, now you’re one of them. You knew sleeping with Ramon in the first place was a grave mistake and maybe, maybe one slip up could be forgiven. But how can you forgive yourself when you keep doing it? When you keep going on dates, accepting his gifts, hanging out in his house when he insists you come over- having meals with his family?

Minus a few days you’ve spent alone or when Ramon was off doing whatever the hell he was doing, you were sleeping with him every chance you got. Prior to this, you never thought of yourself as someone who could get blinded by sex, but having a taste of Ramon, you’re hooked, same as he’s hooked on you. You know you’ll have to put a stop to this soon, you must, but you don’t want to - not yet at least.

Kicking your legs over the bed, you glimpse at the window. You can already tell todays going to be a hot one and decide to save your errands for later in the day, before your shift at Roxanne.

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Later that night

Something about moving through Roxanne, while you wear a very expensive bra and panty set from Ramon feels - powerful. At first glance, you just have on your uniform but underneath, you’re wearing one the sexiest sets you’ve ever owned. On your own, you would never spend that kind of money on just underwear. But it was Ramons treat, a treat you happily accepted.

Tonight's busy at Roxanne, and though it’s one of those nights the family isn’t in, you have plenty enough going on to keep busy. Roxanne makes some serious cash and was full most nights, on the weekends it was bursting at the brim. The family had other establishments to, but your focus remains on Roxanne.

The place is overflowing, and you spot some key players enjoying VIP service. It wasn’t rare to see important people, or their kids here, but the crowd today is extra special, and you know you’ve just struck gold, again, for your report. Since there were a lot of things you were omitting, for personal reasons, you made the rest of it as juicy as possible. Though, you were losing your battle with honesty more and more each day in this investigation.

You know a huge part of your job is reporting what you see, all of it. But you weren’t exactly doing that. At least not for the last month. You could feel and see yourself getting deeper into the grey area and though you know it’s wrong, your inner moral compass just doesn't seem as strong as it used to be.

You make a promise to yourself that if something serious want down, you would put it in the report. You had to. No matter how found you’ve become of the family and how welcoming they’ve become to you, for the most part.

Then there's the dilemma of Ramon. You felt like a rat, but in essence, you are, as an agent. You didn’t want to tell on him, but at the same time, Ramon, no matter how much you like him, was a bad person who did some bad shit. Is doing bad shit. He’s violent, unpredictable, moody, a psycho. And you imagine, he’s done even worse that you and your superiors don’t even know about.

Ramon is also attentive, gentle, funny; he’s contagious and easy to be around when he’s in a good mood. Then there's quiet Ramon. The side of him that goes deep within himself and shuts everything else. In that mood, he slips on his headphones and listens to cassette tapes. He doesn’t say much. In that mood he's like a pensive soul lost within himself, or he does crazy shit like that park incident a couple of years back.

Ramon is complex. At first, as you studied him and the family from a distance and heard the stories, he was just a criminal, a crazy bad guy. Now, everything is - your fantasy about Ramon only grows with each moment you spend with him. The little fantasy in your mind of a world in which Ramons is just his best parts minus the worst ones, minus the criminal and violent behavior. In that world, you and Ramon could be together, openly, without any regret.

Maybe that’s  why you’ve let yourself walk on the dark side, why you gave in to temptation. Just to have him, to have this, for a little while.  

Even so, the fantasy verion of Ramon and you is just that, a fantasy, nothing more. You push that thought to the front of your mind. You have to remember this, at all times, so you can save yourself from fucking up even more than you have. So you can save yourself from feeling more for him than you already feel.

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You don’t see or hear from Ramon again until two days later, after the last nightmare. Fresh out the shower, you barely started to dry off when the doorbell rang. All it took was one look out the window and you knew who it was, Ramon. That loud flashy car of his giving him away.

Wrapping yourself in a bathrobe, you let him and unlock the door. Ramon instantly covers you in kisses and pulls you against him when the door opens.

“Nice to see you too.” You smiled. You love how excited he is to see you and even with everything you know about him, the way he looks at you and greets you makes your heartbeat faster, it makes you want to spend time with him.

Ramon goes on about something and you notice him make a signal with his hand. A man comes into your apartment behind him, he’s holding four bags.

“Ramon, what is that? The bags?”

“For the wedding.” He steps back, not so much to give the guy space to bring the stuff in, it’s more like he’s watching him, making sure he does it right, and quickly.

Ramon points to the living room table. The guy places the bags there. The guy is evidently taking too long, and nervous as shit. Ramon then processes to rush him out of your apartment.

You watch as Ramon closes the door, his serious expression instantly lights up with a smile as he strolls over to you. “You’re my date.”

“Dina’s wedding?”

That's huge. Really fucking huge. Being around them, you knew it was coming up soon, even though they never explicitly dropped a date in front of you. Nonetheless, you knew it would be within the next week so based on the signs. To be invited, you didn’t imagine that. Sure, you and Ramon are fucking and he’s showering you in gifts and showing you off like some kind of Narcos princess, but a family wedding? That's’ big time. For so many reasons.

Ramon must sense your surprise because he draws you into his arms and plants kisses on your face, “didn’t think I’d ask?”

“No, not really.” You look up at him and runs your fingers through his curls. As you share a moment, gazing at each other and in his arms, you realize you don’t feel as nervous as you did the last time he showed up here.

Maybe you were getting too comfortable, or confident in your skills. You were good at hiding any proof you weren't who you said you were. You planned to do that anyway in this place, but when he showed up the first time it made you extra concerned with hiding any scrap of proof.

You even developed a system where you work on your reports and instantly get the stuff out of sight, hidden deep in the place where no prying or curious eyes could find them. No predictable file names on your computer, nothing. You made 'the real' you a ghost. You feel so much like the pretend version of you now, that her name feels like your name.

You made this place so that if Ramon dropped by unannounced nothing would be found to give him pause. And you were proud of that. It wasn’t easy and you sure as hell almost pulled your hair out and quit just trying to fail-proof your fake apartment. Your reports remain the hardest part, but so far, your routine is working.

You knew you had to think of the worst. Sure, right now he popped by post shower, but what if comes while you’re in the middle of writing a report? That very thing is what your nightmares have been about. The idea sends a shiver down your spine, you shove it back, and decide to think about that later.

Ramon steps away from you and gets comfortable on the couch. “Well, are you going to try it on or not?” He kicks his feet up on the table.

“Oh, you want a fashion show.” You move over to the bags and peek inside the first one.

Ramon nods enthusiastically.

“I think you should wait until the wedding. It’s more exciting that way.” you pick one of the bags up and sling it over your shoulder.

“Oh, come on.” Ramon pouts.

“Nope. You will see me in this on wedding day. When you pick me up. You’ll just have to be patient and wait.”

Ramon sighs and jumps up from the couch. He grabs the smallest bag and pulls out a lacy piece of lingerie. “How about this one?”

You smirk and stand before him. Ramon grins down at you as you study the lingerie. It’s nice, you’re impressed. “Okay, you get this one today. Sit.” You point to the couch and grab the lingerie.

Grinning wide, Ramon does as he’s told and sits on the couch. When you disappear down the hall, he forces himself to sit still, bouncing his leg in anticipation to see you, his princess, in the delicate lacy thing he just bought for you.

…

Enedina’s Wedding - two weeks later

This wedding is like a pot of gold. This place is full of important people, money people, people who make moves and decisions, politicians, pop stars: it's the most impressive guest list this town has ever had. You even see some faces you didn’t know were aligned with the family. It’s an investigator's dream.

It takes everything in you to enjoy the wedding while in the back of your mind, working the wedding. It wasn’t easy doing both, not by any means, but you’ve developed a good act and feel confident no one can tell you’re taking notes in your mind. You just hope you can get home soon and have some alone time, so you don’t forget anything important. The last five days Ramons has kept you closer than ever and you haven't had time to visit your place.

In a situation like this, there’s no notepads, no voice recorders. You had to rely on your mind and your memory. Over the years you developed some tricks, including new ones during your time with the Arellano Felix family.

The wedding is more than an investigator's dream, its’ beautiful, grand, luxurious. You can’t even phantom the dollar amount on this thing. And the family themselves went all out, the women look beautiful, the men handsome; Enedina looks like a queen in her big flowy white gown. And Ramon, Ramon is as handsome as ever. However, Ramon wouldn’t be Ramon without an extra accessory, something that turns his outfit up louder. This time it’s one of the puffiest fur coats you’ve ever seen.

When he picked you up earlier in it, you nearly fell over laughing. It was so ridiculous, but somehow, Ramon made it work. He continued to tell you through the day how beautiful you looked in your dress. Either Ramons taste for women's clothing was improving, or one of his sisters, maybe even Enedina picked this one because its literal perfection. You feel like a million bucks in it and never want to take it off. Even the accents, the earrings, the bracelet on your wrist, the necklace…it's a dream.

The wedding also sets off your alarms. Not because you feel in danger, but because you realize just how fond of this family you’ve become. Tears came to your eyes as Enedina walked down the aisle, with Benjamin escorting her. You were even seated in the row behind the family, and that proximity made you feel important. It made another part of you feel terrible, like a traitor. Here they were, letting you sit right behind the family, and you were secretly working against them.

After the wedding ceremony, the reception takes place at Club Bertana. The good vibe is contagious, drinks, laughs, smiles, dancing. At some moments, you forgot you’re working. It's like you’re really here as the person you’re pretending to be, with no mission, no goal, no secrets.

When you arrived at the reception, Ramon pulled out a seat for you at his table, where he sat with the Narcos juniors and their dates. Its wild, sitting here, being this close. In the thick of it all. It's overwhelming in a way.

You look around, taking in what you can. Even among all those having a good time, you can see the ones who aren't. The ones who didn’t benefit so much from the Arellano Felix families rise to the top. The bottom of the narco trafficker pool. The ones who didn’t like them being the boss. There’s a simmering tension present in the room, one that many may not notice, but you do. It's a power move, and Benjamin, and the family, were flexing.

As Ramon and the Narcos juniors talk and joke, you sit beside him. He has one hand resting on your thigh or around your shoulders most of the time, unless he lifts it to smoke, drink or move about. You feel like one of those cartel wives in this moment, sitting next to him like this.

Even though he’s engaged with this equally as rowdy crew, Ramon looks over at you frequently, flashing smiles at you with his lips and eyes. Though you have nothing to contribute here, Ramons makes sure you feel included and seen, and his attentiveness only makes you like him more.

At one point, you reached out and tugged on his bow tie. “It’s cute. I like it.”

Ramon compliments you and seals it with a kiss. It’s hard to not feel like his girl, even though you’re just playing a role. All of this feels so real, realer than all the months you spent sitting at that dusty ass desk shoveling paperwork around. You realize you feel alive, the most alive you’ve felt in a long time.

Ramons peck of a kiss leads to a longer one and by time it breaks, your mind starts to drift to other activities. He'd make out with you on the spot and didn't care who was around, you are his, and he likes to show off.

As Benjamin makes his way over to the table, Ramon rests one arm over your shoulder, while welcoming his brother with his other hand.

Benjamin stands near Ramon and says one thing. “Keep an eye on that one.”

You follow their line of sight, while taking a drink. Don Guerra. They're talking about Don Guerra. The Gulf’s table.  

Putting your drink down, you rub Ramons thigh and pretend to be paying attention to the other conversation happening at the table. You can hear Benjamin say something else before walking away. As Benjamin walks away, Kitty grabs Ramons attention. The Narcos juniors now have their eyes on the table across the way, Don Guerra’s table.

“Show that old fucker those Jordans, bro!”

Never one to shy away from the spotlight, or an opportunity to show off, Ramon slides back in the chair and kicks his feet up. Extending his long legs as he rests his feet on the empty plates, proudly displaying his new Jordans he’s very happy about.

The Narcos Juniors cheer him on and respond with excitement. Your eyes move over the sneakers. You never really saw the hype or got why people went so nuts over sneakers. But when Ramons brown eyes meet yours, you smile at him and tell him they look great. In return you get one of your favorite looks of his, that cute almost boyish smile that almost makes you forget he’s a criminal.

Even with the tension from the unhappy guests, everything goes fine until the toast happens. Rayo, one of the Sinaloa guys, took it upon himself to make some obnoxious comments. Not just once, but twice.

The moment he did, your eyes darted to Ramon. You held your breath. The proud grin of a brother watching his newly married sister on her special day dropped to a tight-lipped scowl. His brown eyes go dark.

Palma finally forces Rayo to sit and apologized to the room, but it's too late. From the way Ramon and the family are staring at him, you know this man is about to pay the price. Your eyes darted to Dina, you feel bad, today is special for her, and she was having the best time, you’ve never seen her smile and laugh as much as you did today. And now, her eyes are dark too, like if she had a knife hidden under that dress, she would gut Rayo herself.

Oh,  you fucking idiot , you say to yourself, as you look back at Rayo. You watched as Benjamin, Enedina and Ramon communicated without words, sealed by a small nod from Ramon. He stands and heads away from the table as Father Biaz takes the mic again, calling the attention of the room.

You and Kitty turn your heads at the same time, following Ramons tall figure, draped in that fur coat. The music starts back up after Father Biaz makes a joke. You can barely hear it, your adrenaline shoots through the roof as Ramon yanks Rayo up from his seat leads him out of the room.

The agent in you wants to get up, to follow, but you can’t. You know you can’t. Grabbing your drink, so you have something to do with your hands, you bring to your lips. Two of the narcos juniors leave the table as well, you’ve noticed they are Ramons main guys, the top tier of the juniors.

As Ramon passes the dance floor, to get to the entrance/ exit, Rayo drunkenly says something else to Enedina and is quickly shoved harder by Ramon. Though you can’t hear it from where you sit, you can see Ramons lips move.

Whatever went down outside, happens in less than 10 minutes. Ramon strolls back in with his guys behind him. No signs of Rayo. And no one dares mention or ask about it either. Not even the Sinaloa crew who is steaming and anxious. Chapo looks like he's ready to burst.

As Ramon struts over, and flashes a smile at you, it’s like watching a proud lion. He likely just killed someone, yet your body is acting like a fool. Raised body temperature, tingling sensations; he looks so good, good enough to eat and his smile works like some damn hypnotic command.

Ramon stands behind you and rubs your shoulders. It feels good when he touches you, it always does. But these same hands likely played a role in a death minutes ago. Even with that cryptic thought in mind, as he leans down to kiss you, you let him and melt into it.

When the wedding reception ends, you and Ramon head out to his car. He has the blue one tonight, his favorite one. Once you’re inside, he’s still in good spirits. The next stop is Roxanne. You rather go home, get some sleep and take care of your business. But you know if you say no, it may raise some red flags, especially after you’ve been a guest to Dina’s wedding. So, you smile and pretend to be excited.

...

On the car ride to the club, a rock forms in your stomach. It feels like something is going to go south, but you just don’t know what. You didn’t know it at the time, but the joyous day of celebration had a little more violence in store.

Everything takes a turn when some asshole makes the grave mistake of honking at Ramon. Before you could deescalate his mood, Ramons stopped the car and climbed out, gun in hand.

Everything happened so fast. Shouting quickly turned to Ramon attacking the guy. Before it could turn to more, because you know with every bone in your body Ramon would shoot him on stop, you interject and pull on Ramons coat, begging him to stop.

You were dancing hard in the grey area these days, but you could not let an innocent man die on your watch. You couldn’t. Sure, Ramon was driving way too fast, and you even asked him to slow down, so the guy was in his right to be annoyed, but you weren’t going to watch the guy get shot in the face. Part of you suspects the only reason Ramon didn’t shoot him yet is because of you.

“Ramon, baby, please, let’s just go. It’s not worth it. It’s not.”

The worry in your voice brings his eyes to yours, and he finally lifts the gun from the guy's face.

Pleading with him, you tighten your grip on his arm, “I just want to go dancing with you. Let’s get out of here.”

The dark death bearing look in his eyes quickly changes over to something lighter, something more playful. A wide grin brightens his entire face as he turns to view you fully. “Anything you want, Princesa.”

When he kisses you, your eyes stay open, you gaze stuck on the gun in one hand, as he cups your cheek with the other.  You grab his hand from your face and lead him back to the car.

At first, Ramon followed you. Then your heart sank as he suddenly pulled away. Before you could turn around, you heard a gunshot, then another. Quickly whipping around you expected to see a dead man on the road, instead you just see two of his tires blown out as the man curled up in fear, shaking.

“Oh fuck me - “you mutter under your breath. You rushed back over, past the scared onlookers and dragged Ramon to the car.

...

At Roxanne it’s impossible to calm your nerves. Your heartbeat so fast in your chest you thought you were having a heart attack and your pulse was through the roof. No amount of drinking, forced laughs, and halfhearted dancing was fixing anything.

Each time your eyes drift over to Ramon, you find yourself amazed at how much fun he’s having. It’s like what went down on the road, and what occurred at the reception never happened.

You knew Ramon is a killer, that was no secret, you’ve seen the news, heard the stories, seen crime scene photos - but you’ve never been this close, this face to face with it. You are sure Rayo was dead, definitely dead, even if Ramon just had one of the eager Narcos Juniors do it. And that guy on the road, he’s only alive because you were there, Ramon 100% would have killed him too and smirked while doing it.

The happiness and joy from earlier today is gone, now you feel like shit, you feel like you are drowning and even worse, you feel like your vow to protect and lock up the bad guy is forever tainted because in 3 months' time you didn’t just like Ramon, it's so much more than that, much more than you’re willing to admit aloud because it means you have those kinds of feelings for a walking, living, breathing monster. If you admit the extent of your feelings, you have to ask yourself, what kind of person does that make you? Maybe you were never good in the first place. Maybe you were on the edge of good and all it took was something like this to turn you bad.

Overwhelmed and unable to deal with all the raging emotions and clashing feelings inside of you, you drink too much, and try to bury the feelings. After a while, it starts to work. You start having fun again and enjoying Roxanne, enjoying Ramon. Until the poor guy bumped into him.

It happens. It happens all the time. People bump into each other. It’s a common occurrence. Once that 99.9% of the time does not lead to a beat down and being dragged out like garbage and most likely killed, or if the guy was lucky, just beat up. The moment Ramon looked down at his new sneakers, you stopped breathing. You knew what was going to happen, as unreasonable and insane as a response it is, you knew. So did everyone at VIP because they know Ramon, they know this is what he does.

The agent inside of you wanted to intervene, to stop it but you froze. You literally froze in horror as it went down and nearly threw up your drinks. No amount of training or experience, even if you had double as much, prepared you for being this close to the lion's pit. There’s regular investigations and regular bag guys, then there’s this. Its’ a huge fucking difference. And you are learning the hard way, in person.

After the Juniors took the guy, Ramon sat down next to you, legs spread wide and took a shot of whiskey. You can’t see the expression on your own face, but it’s enough to gain Ramons attention. He reaches out and grabs your hips, easing you into his lap.

“Hey,” Ramon studies your eyes, “you okay?”

“Just tired.” You lied.

Ramon’s gaze softens. This is the look that fucks you up. The one the temporarily wipes your memory and makes you forget about the bad stuff. It's a glimpse of the parts of Ramon you’re falling so hard for. Ramon leans in and kisses you gently, so gently it takes your breath away.

He may be who he is, but he’s always looking out for you. Checking on you. Making sure you're comfortable, which in reality is impossible for what's actually going on, but he tries. Ramon even snaps out of his crazy moments for you, the sound of your voice, your hand on his arm, the way you look at him. Over the last few months, you’ve even seen others be surprised at how you’re able to do that, to tame the beast, albeit temporarily.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Ramon whispers against your lips before kissing you again.

…

When you get back to his house, Ramon is on top of you the moment the bedroom door closes. There’s a war going on inside of you. You want to be home, in your fake apartment, wallowing in the mess you’re in alone, in private. Another part of you wants to be back home, when life was simpler and less complicated, before you took on this massive job and dug yourself a grave, before you fell for a fucking murderous and charming criminal. The other part of you, a much larger part, wants to be here, despite everything.  It's like you’ve fractured into three different parts and they all clash with each other.

You don’t know what it is, but Ramon is on fire that night. The hot and heavy make out tops all the others you've had, and the sex tops every single experience you’ve already had. Every time you thought you couldn’t take anymore, or go one more time, Ramon kept going, kept staring into your eyes and flashing that smug smirk at you.

Afterward, Ramon takes care of you with gentle kisses and affectionate whispers. He even kissed the tears of pleasure from your cheeks, as he soothed you. Though the events of the day are burned in your mind, you lose yourself in him, in this, in this version of him.

At some point you fall asleep. And to your surprise you don’t have the nightmare. You sleep quietly, peacefully next to him. When you shouldn’t at all. It's like your bodies and hearts were meant to be together and you’re mad at him for who he is because if he wasn't this person, if he wasn't the unstable criminal he is, then some healthy real-life version of this could exist.

When you wake in later in the night, close to sunrise, you lay on your side and watch him sleep. The part of you that's head over heels for Ramon must be sleeping too, because this time you look at him with clear eyes, and the events of the night reply in your mind.

Investigating is one thing, being a witness to murder is another. Sure, you didn’t hurt those guys, but you were there and maybe you should have stepped in. But that's hard to do when you’re surrounded by narcos. You against them? In what scenario could that possibly work in your favor?

As you watch Ramon sleep, it’s hard to see the devil, the bad Ramon because he looks so angelic. If you were smart, you’d end this, leave before it got worse. And as much as you head supports that idea, you know you can’t because your heart wants to stay, it’s not ready to leave him.

You feel closer to Ramon than you have any of your other boyfriends, normal non-criminal boyfriends. You feel more attached. To leave him would be to abandon him, and you don’t have the heart to do it. Especially not when he’s so crazy about you, and he shows you in so many ways. You feel it in his kiss, the way he holds you, the way he takes care of you. Ramon needs you.  

And maybe you need him, too. As fucked up as that sounds.

Ramon’s eyes move under his lids. He stirs in his sleep and reaches for you. “Can’t sleep Princesa?” he asks in his cute drowsy voice.

“No.”

“Come here.” Ramon pulls you closer and positions your head on his chest. He holds you tight, he’s so warm it calms your anxiety just a little. Ramon kisses your forehead.

There’s a devil in Ramon, a very dangerous one. But there’s also an angel. The devil scares you, he’s sinfully exciting, he reminds you why you do what you do, and why you took this job. But the angel? The angel you want to love and protect, you want to keep the angel close. Still, you know you can’t do that because the angel and the devil are the same person, they’re both Ramon. You can’t change his fate, who he is, what he’s done, even if you do lo -

Ramon caresses your back and kisses the top of your head. You can feel his breath on your scalp. “ I love you.” he whispers.

Your half-closed eyes fly open as you stiffen in his arms.

Did you just hear that correctly? Did he just - say - that?

Slowly rising yourself up, you steady your weight and meet his waiting sleepy gaze. A sweet innocent smile draws on his lips.

Like waves under a full moon, emotion thrashes inside of you, knocking all sense from your brain and bringing tears to your tired eyes. “I - I love you too.”

Your voice is so soft, so low, your eyes so beautiful and wide with emotion that Ramon loses it. He needs you, he needs you closer to him, under him, he needs to be inside of you even if you’re not having sex this very moment. He needs your bodies to be one.

Ramon sweeps you under him and presses his lips to yours as he gets you in position. With your legs securely behind him, he keeps kissing you as he slides his cock inside your warmth. He could stay inside of you forever. He loves you, and you love him too, and right now he feels like the luckiest man on earth.

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