#don’t starve genny

[ninten-draw]

Hi chat

[stellarknightz]

SHOUT OUT TO THE OTHER 3 WINONA X GENNY STANS OUR THERE 🗣️🗣️ ‼️ (The crowd is silent)

[unpopulargoose]

I love my wife and her wife look at them they’re so happy!

Also, Nerdiness! On a persons profile they might have an ask/request button that you can click and leave a message for them to reply to!

Real tempted to draw Wirby and Winona with Genny later Lolol

Also just checked and noticed that I haven’t posted Wirby at all 💀 only a reblog of a commission I ordered 😭 I’m great at this

[peanut-tyrug]

DS but with Dialogue

- Chapter 1 ~ Next of Kin -

W: You okay?

W: Mr. Wagstaff!?

C: …Winona?

W: C-Charlie!?

C: Winona! NOOOO!

C: *Maniacal laughter*

-END-

Basically what I meant by my previous post. I originally didn’t intend to do this with the entire short, but I thought it would be neat to use the entire short instead of only a few frames.

May do Wendy’s short next.

Not sure if I’ll make this a series though.

Maybe…

[bmbochangetales]

Whenever Genevieve was annoyed or fighting at her husband, she loved to yell the phrase “think again!” at him. They were at it again, arguing over whose responsibility is what I’m the house. They were raising their voices, and she was just about to say when Steve yelled at her.

“Think again Genevieve!” he snapped his finger at her. Her eyes widened from her own phrase used against her. She blinked a few times.

“OKAY I NEED TO CLEAN!” She was supposed to be angry. Was that what she was fighting for? It had to be. Well he could cook more.

“You need to cook more then!” She snapped, although her tone was less biting then moments previous.

“ Think again Genevieve!” He snapped in her face again. Her brain froze as it heard the command. Cooking and cleaning were her jobs. But they both worked a lot. But she was the woman so anything at home was he job. But he needed to help.

“Okay, but we both work so I need help!”

“You are too pretty to work. Think again Genni!” He snapped. Her brain blanked again. Genni loves to spend time looking pretty. Hair and make up were always a must. Cute outfits made her happy. She took too long to get ready so she had been fired from any job that would have her. It’s okay, being a housewife was fun and easy. But she needed a break sometimes for her hobbies like reading.

“Okay but when can I read?” She asked.

“You aren’t smart, only sexy, think again Genni!” He snapped. She blanked and as he eyes opened they seemed emptier. She was so silly. Pretty sexy goes like her don’t read.

“Okay but like, I need to like go to the gym and do like things to be hotter” she twirled her hair, thinking about how much fun she had being a dumb arm candy on Steve’s arm.

“Think again Big boobs Genni!” She was confused when she began feeling her chest get right and really hot. When she looked down her meager pair of breasts was quickly growing. She has always been small but now they were blowing up.

“These boobs are too big!” She tried to stuff them back in her shirt, to hide them. D cups. They were forcing her shirt lower around the neck and higher around the stomach. E cups pushing and bouncing out.

“You love huge Tits. Think again Genni!” He snapped. He had said the phrase wrong, the hypnotist was right. He had to be careful. He could have undone all his hard work.

“Oh god!” Boobies, Fat massive tiddies! Big fat fun bags. Steve needed her to have the biggest bouncy tits a ever.

“They aren’t nearly big enough!” Genni was trying to push them up and put them on display. When they stopped at JJ cups Genni had a weird feeling in her pussy. Like she wanted to orgasm but she couldn’t. Maybe they could have sex. She liked sex.

“So like, you’ll fuck Genni now?” She asked.

“Think again Gigi!” She went blank again, before she stripped naked. What was Gigi doing? She had fat cock sucking lips and she needed to suck Stevie’s perfect dick! He needed proper cock care before she moved on to her other duties. Edging while thinking about Steve and his cock while cooking and cleaning.

She licked up and down his cook like it was the best thing she had ever tasted before furiously sucking like she was starving. She let it pins into the back of her throat. After months of no sex, Steve wasn’t able to hold on long. He pulled out just in time to cover her face in his sticky cum.

“Don’t think again Gigi,” he snapped one final time. Gigi’s job was just to listen and obey Steve. Why would she need to think? Cock, cool, clean, cock.

Now Gigi is the perfect obedient wife, she doesn’t even need to be told to think again.

[wulfthedollmaker]

I am so fucking tired of the absolutely vile treatment people in the dst fandom have received lately

It continues to baffle me how many people think it’s okay to harass others for their different takes, and how the victims of such hate are almost always queer and autistic individuals making headcannons for their favorite characters

This is the very reason I had to turn off anon asks because some nutjob from Reddit called me a fucking lolcow and made fun of me in the anon asks because I responded with such hate

People are allowed to interpret characters in many different ways, even if they don’t apply with the original lore set, some find it extremely fun to add their own flair to otherwise vanilla characters so you don’t have to go around policing what people can and can’t do

Some are just so angry whenever people interpret characters as lgbt, autistic, having a disability, or having an unattractive body, but Don’t Starve has always been a queer game!!

Wx is confirmed to be nonbinary and goes by they/them pronouns

Winona is heavily implied to be a lesbian, not only through her hinted at relationship with her coworker Genny, but her quote for cooked tomatoes directly references a lesbian romance novel

Wormwood is technically intersex, from the fact that he has both male and female plant organs, he also shows many signs of being autistic, such as mimicking his surroundings and having problems communicating (in fact, many other characters show neurodivergent signs too, but wormwood is just the prime example)

The game is heavily inclusive of many different races, Not only having black characters like Walter and Warly, but characters with a number of cultures and backgrounds!

This game has been so positively inclusive towards several diverse minorities, it only makes sense that the community attracts tons of different people! The world is constantly changing and accepting new people, so don’t turn a blind eye to the diversity depicted in this game!

If you have a genuine hatred towards the lgbt community, people of color, disabled, or neurodivergent people, then you shouldn’t be a fan of a game as minority-positive as this

Lately I, as well as many of my friends, have received such vile treatment and I felt the need to get this message out there because the dst community is currently unbearably toxic.

[zeldary]

AHHI JUST SAW UR FE TRANS HCS POST.... U saif some have hints could u tell me the hints(sorry im really intrigued!! I'm trans too so)

Ahhh thanks for the ask dear!

I’ll try to list some of the reasons, though keep in mind some are pure headcanon! Some include spoilers so I’ll go game-by-game, from oldest-to-newest

Fire emblem Gaiden/ Fire emblem echoes: Shadows of Valentia 

Saber - Agender: As my friend put it best: Saber lost his gender on a mission and never cared to go look for it. I just think he’s agender, all jokes aside, no much reasoning here!

Sonya - Trans lady: Sonya reveals that her two sisters were turned witches while she was sent away, as a kid. I like to think it’s because her father didn’t know at the time she was a girl. She’s also got great style and she’s a queen, and all trans women are queens, baby.

Genny - Trans non-binary girl: I like to see Genny as enby simply cuz non-binary people aren’t all androgynous. She’s also a super cute character and I love to think about Sonya and her bonding over being transfemmes because their friendships is super cute!

Celica - trans lady: Not in the original post but I’m adding it out of spite; Celica is trans and a wonderful character :)

Fire emblem Path of Radiance / Radiant dawn

Ike - Gay: i know you were referring to trans characters, but since he was included in the post, I decided to include him too. Basically; shows 0 interest in women, only has a platonic relationship with Elincia(?green haired lady), and that shopkeeper whos horny for him doesn’t interest him at all. However, he has two possible “bro” endings, where he elopes with a dude, with Ranulf and Soren! (Some might think it’s a reach, no way there could be a gay character, but keep in mind Jenny, in those games, is canonically a lesbian!)

Soren - Trans man: I just want to preface this by saying that when I discovered those games I was just learning about LGBTQIA+ issues, and some of my reasoning might not be that good, but here goes: the first playthrough I watched, Soren was constantly mistaken for a girl by the guy playing the game. He’s also (spoiler alert!) half beorc, half laguz, and i felt his treatment of society could be very relatable for trans people. There is also the fact that Ike has a great great great grandchild in Awakening, whom I think is also Soren’s (I like to think their paired ending is canonical), so Ike is still gay, he was just able to have a kid biologically with Soren :)

Fire emblem Fates

Forrest - Non-binary: I feel this is a touchy one: on one hand, people tend to see this character as just a gender-non-conforming boy, and I think a lot of people like him as is, and some might feel represented. On the other, Ive seen some NB people say his presentation and character reminds them of themselves. I also feel his struggle with his father is something a lot of us can relate to. As a non-binary person, while I respect any headcanon for him, I tend to fall for the latter. Also I’m starving for rep lol.

Fire emblem three houses

Byleth - Non-binary: Because I said so. (Nah just kidding the real reason is; everyone uses “they/them” for them anyway and I’m non-binary and playing them and they’re MY avatar. Ergo: they enby :3)

Leonie - Trans woman: When it comes to leonie, I just feel she’s trans, due to constantly having to remind people that she /is/ a girl. That’s a sentiment a lot of trans people share: just having people like “but... you don’t look like one lawl”. I also love the idea of trans girl leonie still being a bit of a tomboy, GNC trans people for the win lol (I also like to think her post timeskip design being pretty different is after 5 years of magic HRT lol)

Yuri - Non-binary: So basically i got super excited seeing the trailers seeing an androgynous character, thinking “THIS IS IT!! FINALLY!! NB REP!!!” But nah. Again you could make the same case as Forrest but I was just so excited,only to be so disappointed, I stick to my guns on that one, as I’m very petty. Yuri also got great style and not to brag but I feel we Enbies do have great style.

Bernadetta - Non-binary: I saw a shitty meme using her once to mock non-binary people, so I decided to have her be enby. Also I related hard to that character.

Dorothea - trans lady: Same as Sonya tbh: she’s majestic. But also: I find it interesting that (slight spoiler ahead) she was thrown in the streets as a child. I know it’s gross, /but/ I think it’s brought up in the game that sometime,s daughters were given away for money: my question is; why not give Dorothea away? Ferdinand’s support shows she was already beautiful when she was young. My answer: her father didn’t know she was a daughter. It also explain why, years later, he did not recognize her.

Manuela - Trans lady: My headcanon for Manuela is kind of an extension of Dorothea’s. I /Love/ the Idea of Manuella being Dorothea’s trans Icon, someone to admire both for her talent and for what she might have gone through. I also love the idea of Manuela seeing a /lot/ of herself in Dorothea, and thus making her her protégée at the opera. Just trans ladies helping each other Bruh.

Dimitri - Trans man: buckle up I kept one of the best for last. (Spoilers ahead!) First of all, his support with Catherine reveals he was very “feminine” as a kid, so much so that Catherine thought he was a girl. Fast forward, as a teen he’s very nice, a trait commonly shared by trans men. What makes me believe he’s trans most is the fact that as an adult, he does not have a beard. This might seem minor, but knowing his father had a lovely one, I find if weird that he does not, especially since we can assume he wouldn’t shave it since he looks...like... /that/, post-timeskip. I think he just has difficulty growing one, Dimitri is trans, change my mind.

So yeah my proof is circumstantial hope u still like it lol, thanks again for the ask anon!

[awesomesaurous]

I think Winona is wonderful! When I first got into Don’t Starve I didn’t give her a lot of thought, simply because there wasn’t a lot to go on in the source material. But then her short came out and it was like “Oh my god she’s fantastic.” She wisecracks, sure, but the short and the supplemental material have shown that she works hard, and puts other people first. After Charlie disappears, we’re shown this insanely detailed conspiracy board that Winona put together, all in an effort to track down leads and find her sister. When the factory catches fire, she makes sure everyone gets out, she saves Genny, she tries to save who I’m assuming is Wagstaff, and then when she isn’t able proceeds to rebuild the portal with the intention of going in after him. No one would bother going to all that trouble if they didn’t truly care. And later in the Constant, she’s shown helping out Wilson and all the others, so I think she’s just in perpetual big sister mode. There’s a lot to like about her, and I actually have more comic ideas for her I’m hoping to get made (someday, fingers crossed).  So, my thoughts are good thoughts!

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

Perfect. Insanity.

Society at Large, Suck's for Many Reason, And it Give's No Freedom for People to Express there soul and on the Contrary it's a toxic Environment to where it attack nature and Sanity, Society is Built like a Bomb a ticking Time bomb, Food And Water is not all Live need's Life is Holy, Life is Sacred Life is Spiritual, To Live Like for only food and Water and to Work is = to Living life as a Gennie Pig in a Plastic Cage, you got food, Water a Place to Shit and you need to get on the Wheel once A Day for 5 to 10 Hour's to ... Do it all over again or Starve and die ... it's a bad Model it's a Weapon Against your Sanity.

And as you Can see There is no Where to go and Nothing to EVER !!!! FUCKING !!! DO !!!!

 FUCK THE VIDEO GAME'S !!! FUCK THEM !!! it's a Distraction !!! i Know Most Likely, You the Reader your Life is Miserable, I'm is Endlessly Worse then your, and That is Not !!! the Point.

if you Look at all the world and there city's and there way's from the Usa to Japan, to Japan to China, to even Africa, fuck the Reptilian, and the Police are Dog's thay Soul there so to the Government nd there mind's, i'm Saying there Dog's of the Government, for Government s there Religion Authoritarianism, all Police are thay Way, Not all Army but All Police are thay way thay Soul there soul to the fucking Government With a Smile. 

My Point of this Post is to Say that Society more then Suck's, it's a Worthless Shit Hole 

Also, No One ANY WHERE !!! Can have any Fun With out braking a Law or "offending" Some One, all of the Society's of the Entire World, i Mean really Study them, Thay are Awful, thay Make Hell Look like a Playground.

( Oh !!! and as you See Other People's Live's it's WWWAAAYYYY !!! Too Easy to Get in troubled no matter where you are, where you go and or what you do, there is more then just Endless law's think of all the T.O.S's you had to Agree to, and or all of the rule's you had to Obey ) - ( AND !!! if it is not a Rule, Law or Some Asshole Bull shit in a Terms of Service, IT’S A FUCKING TABOO !!! )  

And Every Government is Either Tyrannical or the People of the land are Gang's ... Either Way ... there is Lawful Evil where fucking where.

No one is Happy, No one is having any fun, no one is living there life, no one ... and Even the Rich hate it thay soon learn that Money doesn't Buy Happiness.

And Yes all of the Conspiracy of Nwo are real and all of the proof of the alien's is Real. and the Reptilian's, there Intent is to ...

Learn to Read In-between the Line's, and the Writhing on the Wall's. i'll Make it Simple. New Model = Hybrid Children - The Children of the Gray's, Insectoid's aka fairy's, and No not the Bullshit you where thought about them in fokelore, there is No Magic Involved. Old Model = Agenda 21 = Humanity Wiped Out !

My Point is i Think There Fucking Stupid, the Gray's, i think thay can't think there way out of Paper Bag, if you Put a Big on there head and Walked Away.

Any Way ...

Trying to Make a New Society is Next to Impossible, and despite Every One's shitty life no one will try it, even tho it is the Best idea but the reptilian's Are going to get pissed fast, evetime you kick them out of Power thay Go Berserk, and thay Don't Calm down till thay Get a Hold on the Power Again, as for me a Lowly Hybrid, all i want to Do is Try to Make some Where Nice ... and try to Make the Best of thing's, i try to make People happy even tho where 2 Different Race's, and the Vast Majority of Humanity Has Dropped 100 i.q. Point's.

Kinda like How you Make Animal's Happy even tho your 2 Different race's human and dog or cat or turtle aka reptile. My Point is i think there badly Botching there own Agenda, there Taking Nearly 30 to Complete it, there Not as Smart as thay Appear to be, the Gray's, and the Reptilian's are just Sheep Dog's, the Government s a Sheep Dog, and the Police are WereWolf's, Dire Werewolf's.

( You can see the effect of the chaos All around it's Engineered, And there Making the World A Lot Hotter becuz we fae Need it that Hot where a Cold Blooded Race, and as a Hybrid you Can't Warm up a lot, you Need your room to be Extremely hot just to Stay Mildly Warm   )  - ( Also the Hottest point on the shower is Mild Warm to me and No !!! i Don't get Burnt ... that dose Mean i can't feel too much heat, it's Hard to Hold a Hot Bowl out of the Microwave ... but i will Crank the Thermostat up to 88 Fahrenheit and Every one in the House is dying and i'm like DUDE IT'S TILL WINTER TURN IT UP !!! )

As for Me, i'm Lookng for My Kin the other Hybrid's, there the Other Children of the Gray's, the Other hybrid's, Hard as fuck to find, harder then a needle in a Haystack, or Looking for a Grain of Sand the Vastness of the Sea a gem the Size of a Grain of Sand.

and Lastly i've Noticed as i Kept my mouth Shut for the Longest of time's that Humanity is Anti - intelligent . and Will Actively Attack there own kin if there own kind show any Intelligence, if a Human Think's and act in a way other don't like thay will act it, 99% of the time if that Person  think's More Logical then the rest.

THIS !!! Bad Behavior is world Wide.

The Teacher jane Ask a math Question

What is 2 + 2 ...

Jimmy Say's for 4

Zack say's 5

Sally say's i have no fucking idea

jane say's Jimmy your right, Zack .. later that day Kick's the Crap out of Jimmy, and make him the Laughing stock of the Whole School, as the Kid that said 4 !!! Humanity in a NutShell

Ok, to Sum Up this Post, Before the Shit head Comment roll in. the Reason i named it Perfect Insanity is becuz, it is Way too Easy to Go insane in this Ass Backward's, Selfish, Nihilistic, Shit Hole, Idiocracy.

and i Post, the Chaos, as soon as i get it ... to let you know the State of the World, No matter Who benefit's ... as in if i'm fucked and the agenda is failing i'll post that, but if your fucked and the agenda is Winning, i'll post that too ..

[roraruu]

wip: devil

tw: suicide mention, vomit, losing a limb and blood

Silque swears she’s got him this time.

Her boots thunder against the forest floor. Her hands glow with black magic, lighting the way ever-so-slightly. She keeps her eyes forwards, focused on the slashed commander’s cloak. How sick—it goes right through the crest of the royal family. She wonders if it’s intentional or a mistake...

Regardless, it was more than likely stolen from a nobleman or army person. Maybe off a dead body. The demon she’s chasing looks like a beggar, dresses like one; she half expects him to turn up at the Priory’s door asking for alms or food. But she knows that could never happen. He would scorch in the sunlight and drain the holy of their blood. He’s done it once before after all.

His clothes tear as he darts through thorns and sea brush. She runs through it too, her robe pricked on the plants as she pulls herself forwards. She sees him hesitate, something she should do. He could easily kill her right here and now, just turn back, lunge forwards and his teeth into her. She knows she is his prey. She knows she should be worried. She knows that her life is in peril every night that she comes from her chamber and prepares to run him off from the town and Priory. But he always runs away from her. He never turns around and sinks his teeth or claws into her skin.

He is incredibly fast, but she knows that this speed is nothing. She’s seen him move faster than light itself, tearing up the forest until he’s behind that hellish cage. Nothing is more fun to the otherworldly than tormenting the living, making them tremble and shake like leaves in Pegastym.

And for all the problems this... this... this devil has caused for Novis, no one has ever seen his face. All she and the others know to separate him from another brigand or pirate is the slashed commander’s cloak and blue hair. She’s never gotten a look at his face for he is never in the sun. Her texts say that vampires will burn the Valentian sun. She has only even caught glimpses of him, like the corner of his chin, the back of his blue and black head, the edge of his tattered cloak. But the worst is his hands—they look like they’re crippled with arthritis, gnarled in spots. They’re always red, always covered with blood.

If he didn’t torment them, if he didn’t threaten Novis, then she would turn a blind eye to his behaviour. Chasing women, terrorizing the islanders to stay in their homes after dark, scaring livestock into falling over dead. Novis is supposed to be peaceful, a haven to the crimes and problems of the mainland. But he threatens them all, he leaves the populace worried, cowering behind their holy curtains and holding their blessed relics.

It is the job of those in the priory—Celica, Mae, Boey, Genny (when she is not cowering behind her writing desk) and Silque—to send the undead back to their realm. Terrors, vampires, whatever they are, they are to return, by Mila’s divine decree.

However, the others never seem to catch him. They always complain he is too fast, that he is only a streak of blue and black in the fading light of the lanterns that light the way to their home. Perhaps it is because Silque does not use a guiding flame or lantern to light her way. He slows down for her, to the point where she can run and catch up.

She’s got him this time. She wears by it. By Mila’s magic that runs in her veins, by the oath that binds her to this job, she will catch him.

Silque pushes her legs to move faster, not enough breath reaching her lungs. She will collapse if she doesn’t slow down. One breath—she can breathe in and push herself further, or speak the spell that may destroy him.

He slows a little. A lucky break. She chooses the spell.

The area fills with bright, white light, cleansing the dark for just a moment. They’re nearing the cemetery; she can feel the change in the air. The cemetery is filled with the stench of the dead, the heaviness of their restless souls. Her spell misses. The tattered cloak moves from the traction of her spell. The cleric curses the vampire. She can hear him crash through the wrought iron gates of the cemetery, a passage to hell and it’s underworld.

Then, in the dark, she catches her breath. A demented, guttural laugh follows.

Her boots grind in the dirt, the ache of the holy gripping her back. Not a step further, do not move a step further Child of Light. It cries out in her mind. Her heartbeat thunders in her head, rattling her brain.

She heeds, struggling for a breath. The mix of magic and lack of air make her stomach sour with nausea. Bile raises and she stumbles to support herself against a tree. She retches twice, sucking back nervous breaths, trying to keep the meal in her stomach.

Silque collects herself as best as she can before moving closer to the cemetery. She feels Mila’s claws at her back, pulling her away from the gates. If she even touches the iron them her hands will be frostbitten for weeks. The dead are cold, unfeeling, just like he.

Another laugh. He’s laughing at her.

“You sick? Should I call for another of your kind?” He jeers from behind the gate. She can see crimson eyes in the dark. A symbol of death, a symbol of what he is.

“I need only be here to finish the job.” She coughs.

“Yet you’re on death’s door.”

“I have not passed through the gate yet.”

“Because you‘re holy. When you die, you’ll be sainted in Mila’s eyes and be a martyr for something or other.” He says. An exaggerated yawn escapes his lips. “Bo-ring!”

“I’d rather be sainted then a demon like you.” Her breath has returned to her at last.

“Hm. You know what I am.”

“You drained one of my own of her life, of course I know what you are!”

“You don’t sound charmed.”

She’s aghast. “Should I be?” Silque yells.

“Typically I get a better reaction than that.” He purrs. She can hear his lead feet pace.

“What do you mean better?”

“Women magnetize to me.” He says. “Powers of what I’ve become. It’s my... draw. Like your magic, I’m sure it’s made some men look your way.”

She flushes, hands clenching into fists. He laughs. “Suppose I was thinking you’d throw yourself at my feet.”

“I’d rather throw myself into ocean.”

She catches his crimson gaze narrowing on her. She wills herself to take a step closer, imaginary clas on her back burning. “But not before I finally lay you to rest, you’re at hell’s door where you belong.”

“As if you could take me, you’re just a human. So what, you have some holy spells in your back pocket? I could think of a thousand ways to kill you right now just with one claw.” He threatens, his voice coming closer to the gate.

She can see one of his claws, red with blood grip the gate. He can touch it, for he is inside; but if she touched it, she would freeze and suffer. But if he touches the brick and mortar of the priory scaffold, he’d burn. “There is only two ways you can kill me, with holy magic or if you behead me. We both know you’re too weak to do the latter, and you miss constantly with that janky spell.

“Why don’t you come out and face your judgement?” She barks, black magic rippling through her body. She can see red eyes between the iron gates. He’s teasing her, like he’s done for a year now, ever since he showed up to the island and drained people of her clergy of their blood.

“It would ruin the game.” He laughs.

“Is this a game to you? You slaughter without need, you kill the holy in the name of nothingness!”

“If I do not feed, I will die. Same as you.”

“Yet the world would be a better place without your kind!” She yells into the darkness.

She sees his red eyes again, just in the shade. Nosferatu glows on her fingers, waiting to come out and claim his life. A holy magic bestowed upon her by the Mother to protect this island. But this cemetery, the gates of the dead, keep her from releasing ash and light and charring his body to cinders.

“It’s sad. You’re quite pretty, I’d think you’d be sweeter to men. Do you chase all the men around with that handful of deadly magic?”

“Only the letcherous pigs!” She throws the spell and it freezes against the gates. She hits his claw, freezing it. She feels some strength return to her, watching as the tip of his finger turns gangrenous. It falls against the ground.

“Temper temper.” He winces. In the dark she can see the glint of his teeth; no his fangs.

“Stay away from the priory and the Greatport.” She demands. “Or there will be hell to pay.”

“Then how will I eat?”

“Starve!” She yells.

“What about you? That spell you just used.” He says. “I’ve seen the others brats it on animals. Sucks the life right out of them. You have it too, right?”

She stays silent.

“You’re just as bad as me. I just admit it.”

And it’s something that rings in her ears for ages.

[boogiewrites]

Choking On Sapphire 56

Title & Song: Knee Socks

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count:  6100+

Summary: After their grand night together of confessing their feelings and officially becoming a couple, we get to see the unfiltered Alfie and Gen simply being together. Flirting, praise and future plans all over a intimate breakfast and more time spent together in bed before Gen has to go back home. 

Warnings/Tags: Language. FLUFF. Romance. Explicit sexual content: oral. Shameless flirting. Sweet talking. Them finally being together and letting themselves openly be attracted and like each other.  Wearing Alfie’s clothes/shirt.

**Chapter song is Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys.*

Click on my screenname then go to Mobile Masterlist in my bio for my other works and chapters. (Had to do this since Tumblr killed links, sorry.)

A knock to the door of the bedroom wakes you both. You barely flutter your lashes before keeping them closed again.

"Yeah. Fuckin'..." he clears his throat. "Yes Magda we'll be down." he shouts before laying back down behind you, both arms wrapping around your body as you smile. He pulls you to him. "Fuckin' c'mere." he grunts out, tone playful for just having been woken up. He murmurs into your hair, kisses soon follow with pecks to your neck and shoulders where he lingers.

You move your hands to his forearms, letting out a yawn, nails raking gently across the fuzzy, solid arms that held you tight. "Lemme turn to see you." you whine, pouting still when he finally lays eyes on your sleepy face. "There's my handsome man." you coo, shutting your eyes again before your arms finish wrapping around his neck, bringing your lips together for your favorite sort of kiss. So lazy and slow in the mornings, deep grunts and groans, bodies so warm and his hot hands roaming across your back and bum.

"Mornin' gorgeous," he purrs as you pull back from the kiss, leaving your fingers in his hair, combing through the messy crown as it'd gotten so long. "Never said it before, but now I 'spose I can.” he grins, eyes only half open, hand moving from it's firm grip on your bum to pushing back your messy nest of hair. "Your hair is particularly splendid in the morning, you know 'at?" he says in a sigh.

"Particularly large and unruly." you say with a soft laugh.

"'Ats what I like 'bout it." he grumbles before giving you another kiss. "Look like some sort of fluffy, long-haired jungle cat." his deep hoarse laugh makes goosebumps break out across your skin.

"You like the wild woman look?" you inquire with a loving tone.

"Mmmph." he nods. "Reckon so." he grins, eyes finally blinking open fully. "Suits you." he adds before letting out a loud groan and shaking with a stretch. You see the half curly and half kinked curls fall across your chest and stomach, you'd just have to take his word that unkempt was attractive on you. "Would you like breakfast, love?" he asks, scratching his head and looking down at you.

"Yes, I'm starving." you say, following his lead and taking a long, indulgent stretch ending in a squeak.

He rises from the bed and in the light of the early morning you get to see him move in all his glory. Tattoos across his arms and shoulders, shifting as the lean muscle moved, pushing himself off the bed and followed down to the bulky arse and thighs of him as he moved to pick up your dress from the floor, laying it across a chair before opening his wardrobe to put on pants.

"Should I wear that to breakfast?" you say with a laugh, pointing to your dress.

"Nah, nah." he shakes his head and hand, tossing your underwear at you, then one of his loose linen shirts. He shuffles through a drawer to throw a pair of thick socks at you. You lay back and shimmy into the clothing, only clasping a few buttons on the shirt as you rest of the end of the bed as he runs his fingers through his hair to slick it back in the mirror. "Don't get up yet, sweetheart." he wags a finger at you as you start to stand.

Your brows raise in question, watching him move to the door.

"Got a surprise." he says with a mischievous grin before opening the door.

It clicks open and you hear a snort from the other side. The huge wrinkly head of a mastiff pokes through much to your surprise. You both lock eyes and freeze. He doesn't seem sure what to do with this strange lady in his owner's bed and you don't know what to do with this gigantic dog in your boyfriend's bedroom. He looks to Alfie curiously for direction.

"Go on, say 'ello to Genny." he says, motioning his hand in your direction. The big pup's ears perk up at your name a soft snort coming from him as you lower your hand for him to sniff.

"Hello there." you say in a soft, friendly tone. You must smell slightly like Alfie, as he lets out a loud snorf sound, his big jowls puffing out before he started licking your hand. "You got a dog?" you ask with a smile as he moves closer to you for you to pet him. You gently start with his head.

"His name's Cyril." he says, his head tilted and watching the large beast start to lick at your knee as your long nails scratched his head.

"Oh he likes this just like his papa," you say with a laugh, now using both hands to give him a good solid scratch to both sides of his neck. "Hello Cyril," you say sweetly, his tail starts to wag. "Did you keep an eye on Alfie while I was away? Was he a good boy like you're being right now?" the magic words cause his back half to wiggle back and forth.

"He's happy to finally meet the woman I've been jabbering about I'd say." he huffs out with a laugh, crossing his arms and watching you both. Cyril lunges to put his paws up on the bed and you test his lack of personal space by giving him a kiss to the head. He seems to like it as he licks your face in return.

"Has he been talking about me?" you ask him in a baby talk tone, pouting your lips at him. "Nice things I hope," you say to the now rather content looking dog. "You're a very handsome pup Cyril." you compliment him, smooshing his face just slightly. "A little drooly but very sweet boy aren't you?" you coo and his lower half starts to wag back and forth aggressively and you laugh, giving him a kiss to the head again. "He's very well behaved." you return your eyes to Alfie who's looking at you with a content expression, similar to his dogs.

"Eh." he shrugs. "He's showin' off 'cause there's a lady in the house I bet. After you leave he'll go back to being a pain in the arse I'm sure." he says grumpily but you know he's only kidding. "You wantin' to eat now, love?" he asks, pulling the door open further. "Oh yes please." you say giving Cyril one last scratch to his back before Alfie takes your hand and lead you down the stairs.

----

"I knew when I saw you walk in that door you had to be the Genevieve he's been talking about." the older maid says with a smile and a little bow as you walk into the kitchen. Cyril moves to curl up next to the fire, entirely unbothered by your presence.

"Don't be selling me out so quickly Magda." he gruffs out with an easy-going smile.

"Oh, she knows how much you like her if you got her to spend the night. I'm not giving anything away she doesn't already know." she says dismissively.

"Seems you have an Aggie as well?" you smirk and say quietly.

"Aye. Magda was with me before me house burnt down." he nods.

"Ah. Then I won't feel funny saying my apologies for what you'll have to hear coming from that bedroom then." you say with a laugh.

She returns it in full. "I just want him in a better mood." she shrugs.

"I do seem to have an effect on him in such a way." you grin.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not fuckin' here. Bunch of cackling hens." he gruffs out.

"You're still the head of the house my dear." you say with an obvious and playful tone. "But now I'm the neck that turns that head." you giggle and Magda nods approvingly. You kiss the top of his head as he sits at the head of the table. "Where's the loo down here?" you ask, realizing with the cold of the open space sinking in and making you need to pee.

"Down the hall, on the right." she says cheerfully. As soon as she hears the door click shut she looks to Alfie. "I like her." she grins.

"Of course ya do. She's lovely." he says with a smug half-smile.

"I can see why you were so distraught over her. It'll be nice to have another woman around to keep you in line."

"You worry 'bout your own lines there." he wags his finger at her.

"She is very pretty." she lilts in approval.

"Fuckin' gorgeous that one is." he says proudly.

"And yours now I take it?" she smirks.

"She foolishly agreed to such an idea." he huffs out a laugh.

"Good. You need a wife with a good head on her shoulders. She's funny, that's rare in a girl so pretty you know."

"You think I don't fuckin' know that?" he says shaking his head. "There's a reason I've not married before ya know."

"All daft. Head in the clouds or up their arse. Helpless and hopeless. Gold diggers or spies." she says dramatically waving a spoon with her rather spot-on impersonation of him.

"You've been workin' on that impersonation innit ya?" he grins, looking at the paper.

"You caught me." she laughs.

You enter the room, smoothing the ends of the shirt down over your thighs.

"What ya think you're doin'?" he asks with an angry inflection, your eyes going wide and looking over the other side of the table at him.

"Uh...sitting?" you say obviously.

"Not there, no." he shakes his head, his hand reaching out across  to you. You take it and he brings you around the table, patting his thigh with his hand. "Here's your seat." he says with a stern face. You're thoroughly enjoying this new side of Alfie. Pretending to be hard and serious but being an absolute darling.

"Oh but of course. How silly of me." you smirk and sit across his lap, he easily hoists you up and gets you comfortable, one arm around your waist.

"I'll forgive the first indiscretion." he says, eyes returning to the newspaper as your fingers play in the ends of his hair.

"You can't fault me for sin when it's acted out upon in ignorance." you give him a coy smile before he turns his head.

"Yeah you 'ave been studyin' innit ya?" he grins, grumpy facade breaking.

"Apparently not well enough after what I let you do to me last night." you whisper into his ear and he snorts out a laugh.

"Yeah that'll put a damper on some of your favorites won't it?" he grins, showing all his slightly crooked but somehow still proportional teeth.

"It'd take God himself to keep my mouth off of you darling." you coo, a cheeky smile, and a low chuckle rolls out of your mouth before you kiss him.

"Trouble. That's what you are." he scolds, looking up at you from under his heavy brow. You let out a laugh as he bounces you on his leg, a quick kiss to your neck before he thanks the maid for the plate of food. He hands you a piece of toast and jam, he takes a bite of a hard-boiled egg. After you finish your toast he hands you a fork and you pick away at the vegetables, him spooning away at the beans. You'd never eaten such a way with someone before but you found the experience rather bonding and you knew eating breakfast alone at home wasn't going to be nearly as enjoyable, or warm.

You sip at a cup of tea, him with coffee, both looking at the paper. "Oh look there's going to be a fashion parade in town." you say with surprise.

"Fashion parade?" he says with a wrinkle of his nose.

"Yes, designers have women wear their clothes, they show them off, it's like a party but you watch women walk around in different dresses. I've not been to one since Paris." you say tapping the section of the paper you were referring to. "You've seen the girls getting photographed outside the races in the big fancy dresses, prancing around the promenades and what not?"

"Yeah."

"Well, they're paid to be there to model the clothes. Draw interest in the pieces and the designers."

"Huh." he says, sucking his teeth with the realization. "I'd never given a second thought to it before. Had to be more concerned with what's going on inside the tracks."  

"You stick to this section." you tap the list of upcoming races. "And I'll handle this section." you grin as he looks up at you and you tap the announcements. "And we'll have everything covered won't we?" you give him a charming smile and look back down to him.

"Proper teamwork there, sweetheart." he practically purrs as you lean down to kiss him. "We've been together not even half a day and you've already taught me somefin' new. Brilliant little bird." he gives you a cheeky smile and a small smack to your bum. "All them designers should just have you wear their clothes and they'd be swimmin' in money." he praises.

"On the contrary I've been told I'm too top heavy for the samples they have." you shrug, it wasn't an insult to you, merely a statement of fact. You had everything tailored and it'd never made much of a difference to you if you modeled clothing or not, you had other things to do.

He sits his cup down, nostrils flared as his brow lowers and he looks up at you. "Too fuckin' what? Too bloody top heavy? Fuckin' ridiculous!" he says offended enough for the both of you. "They are simply too light in the head if you ask me. Knob heads! Nuffin' wrong with these a'tall!" he defends you to no one and it would charm the pants off you if you were wearing any. "What's that even supposed to fuckin' mean? Who was talkin' out their arse 'bout you, luv?" he says with pouted lips to console you.

"Top heavy. Meaning I suppose I'm not delicate and slight enough for their standards." you shrug and make an indifferent face.

He's shaking his head in disbelief and you're trying not to laugh at his anger. "Bollocks to 'em darlin'." he gruffs out. "Absolute bellends, they are." his voice rumbles in his chest. "Why be delicate when ya can be drop dead fuckin' gorgeous?" his tone changes to the velvety smooth troublemaker that you adore.

"I'm not bothered by it now and I wasn't then." you smile and bath your lashes, seeing his profile as he huffs out his nostrils. "But you all mean and miffed... defending me is rather... titillating." you giggle and stick yor tongue out between your teeth just slightly.

"Mmmph." he grunts, twitching his nose, eyes narrowed and up to no good. He turns his face so it's level with your chest. His hand moves from the paper and cups his hand on your breast. "You think you're clever don't you?" he raises a brow at you and you grin, a laugh shaking your chest and his hand moves to unbutton the shirt to slide his warm hand underneath to soft fabric to reclaim its place on your body.

"I know I'm clever." you say with pouted lips and wide eyes that are playing innocent all too well.

A low laugh rumbled in his chest, a kiss placed to your chest. "And 'at's why I have to keep you all to meself." his voice more breathy now, another longer kiss to between your breasts as his thumb swipes across your nipple. "It confounds me as to how someone could think these weren't... aesthetically pleasing somehow," he speaks softly and shakes his head between your breasts in support of his statement. He hums, kisses moving onto the breast he held in his hand. He holds it firmly, kissing around your nipple and taking his time. "Didn't get enough time with these last night," he grunts. "Could spend all day with my mouth on these big fuckin' tits, Gen." his voice lowers, you hear that familiar thunder of need coating his words. He groans, lost in his own thoughts, you stroke his hair and he grazes your hardened nipple with his nose.

"I wouldn't oppose that plan of action." you let out in a breathy sigh.

"Mmmph." he grunts, lips placing light kisses to the nubs now. "I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to go out tonight." he doesn't stop his light teasing touches as he speaks.

"To where love?" you sigh out.

"My club." his voice is dark and even.

"A date?" your voice lilts.

"Take you out and proper court you, love." he looks up, eyes meeting yours. "What ya say? You can go home and get all tarted up for your Alfie. I'll pick you up and I can make every man in London jealous." he grins.

"You certainly know how to persuade me." you smile and kiss his forehead. "Of course I'll go. Lovely idea, that." you reply cheerfully.

"We'll get overpriced wine, we'll dine... we'll soixante-neuf."

You let out a laugh your chest covering his entire face as your press it together and he moans with you enveloping his face in it, letting his eyes roll back and shut. In the midst of this mild physical assault with his favorite body parts of yours, it couldn't be helped by him to remember his worry about someone else making you laugh like this. He sighs contently, your lingering lavender smell filling his nostrils, his arms wrapping around you. That was his laugh now and he got to be the cause of it. He'd adored the sound and look of it before but this has to be his favorite invocation of it.  "I don't believe the rhyme works when you switch the language, Alfie." He's thoroughly tickled you and you kiss his head. "Although it is the proper version." you praise again. "You're funny, Fie." you coo and the praise goes straight to both of his heads.

"Innit nothin' funny 'bout my intentions." he gruffs out, words mumbles from the grip you had on him. You move your arms so you aren't smothering him but he whines, brow furrowed and putting your arm back where it was. "Leave me here to smother love, let a man die how he wishes." he jokes, you see the rising of his cheeks from a smile.

"Sounds as if you wished to smother between my thighs instead." you smirk, fingers moving through his hair.

"Also a death I would gladly accept." he starts kissing you again, pressing into the soft roundness of you. "Smothered by the soft lips of your cunt." you see his eyes roll behind their lids, you could feel him getting hard under your thighs as he was getting himself worked up at the thought. "That peach of an arse bouncin' and breaking' my fuckin' neck." his fingertips press into the body parts he speaks of.

"You don't have to wait until tonight to be buried in that soft, juicy peach you know." you smirk down at him despite his shut eyes. "You get to have me whenever you want me now, Alfie." you whisper into his ears and he groans again before moving his mouth to your nipple and sucking away at it. "And HOWever you want." At this point, you just want to egg him on. You'd missed his touch so terribly and you wanted more of it before you left. You could tell the idea of you being his was something that was really doing it for him and it didn't not do it for you, per se, but how much he was enjoying it certainly made you more open to the verbal restating of how you belonged to one another.

"Every way Gen." he pants out, tongue circling your nipple outside his mouth. "Any way." he moans before sucking hard again.

"Then let's go back to bed and you can take what's yours," you whisper, a deep grunt of approval huffed out against your breast. "And I can have what's mine." you move your hand to squeeze his thigh.

He kisses up your neck to your lips, your hand moving to his chest, fingers slipping under his shirt. "Get up before I end up taking you on this fuckin' table." he snarls playfully, biting your lower lip. You let out a feminine laugh as you quickly hop off him, and he moves after you. His hands grab at your thighs and bum as you scurry up the stairs. You turn with a smile and a laugh as he pushes the door shut behind him, not looking back.

He holds the back of your head, kissing you hard, a hand moving quickly to your thigh and hoisting it up, running up under the hem of his shirt. "What business you got lookin' better in a man's shirt than I do?" he gruffs out, moving you to the edge of the bed.

"I prefer to wear nothing at all... or you." you say matter of factly as he kisses your neck. He gives a sharp slap to your arse.

"Get on that bed and get in your favorite thing to wear then," he orders a playful bit to your shoulder to punctuate his point. You let out a low chuckle as you crawl up the bed, giving him a show as you take off the shirt, rolling to your back, feet in the air to pull off the wool socks first, then sliding your underwear towards your feet, your dark thatch of hair framed between your thighs as he licks his lips and sheds his clothes before stalking onto the bed after you. He bites and sucks at your legs before moving past you and you watch him lay on his back towards the head of the bed. "C'mere and let me wear my favorite thing." he beckons you with both hands and you crawl up his body. "Get up here, luv." his voice oozing with a gritty masculine nature. "and lemme wear ya like a fuckin' crown." he snarls slightly and you can feel the shudder travel down your body.

You give him a wicked grin, deciding to stand and give him a little show for how his words turned you on. You stand over his face, hands on your breasts and one moving between your legs. You can see his nose twitching, hands rubbing up and down your calves. "Should I have a seat on my throne?" you ask, same sexy smile in place, your tongue running across your teeth.

"My wicked little queen." he groans, hands pushing the back of your knees, dropping you to either side of his face. You push your hair to one side, the wild mess it still was. He huffs out his nostrils and kisses noisily and bites your inner thighs.

Your hands move to the hair at the crown of his head as nuzzles his way between your lips. Tongue wide and lapping, causing you to shut your eyes, a breathy exhale as you tightened your grip on his hair and he lets out a satisfied grunt. "Your hair is the perfect length for me to pull now Fie." you sigh out, giving his head a little shake and you feel his deep laugh rumble across your sex. "Queen's orders you can't cut your hair." you smile to yourself. "I like it too much like this."

"As her Majesty orders." he mumbles out, coming up for air before diving back in again. His hands held your hips tight, roaming over your cheeks and thighs, grasping and pulling tightly as his fingertips left white trails in their wake with their pressure.

"Fuck, I forgot how good you are at this." you whine, your hands on your chest and tweaking your nipples.

"It's easy when you taste so sweet." he grins, sucking a mark on your inner thigh. "You're so fuckin' French love... your cunt tastes like lavender." he smirks to himself, looking up at you with dark eyes.

"Stop being cheeky and get back to my flower, Fie." you bite your lip in amusement at him, pushing his head back into you with a firm grip in his hair. He laughs and licks against you. He gives a firm slap to your bum in appreciation for your playfulness. You close your eyes and put your hands into his hair, scratching down to the scalp and drawing long groans out of him. You rock your hips back and forth, feeling the delicious build as he circled, lapped, flicked and probed every bit of your warm pink flesh eagerly.

"Did you miss this little cunny Alfie?" you ask with a smug grin, a throaty moan, a firm slap and shake of your cheeks as he nips at your clit and you giggle and tense at the sensation. "I certainly missed sucking your cock." you purr, lip bitten in a mischievous expression, another spank, a broad tongue spreading you apart and licking hole to hole to clit, you can hear him panting, sucking and moaning and you let out a cry for his enthusiasm. You lean back, feet back to being planted on the bed as you swing your leg over him.

"Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?" he asks with what could be real anger, you weren't entirely sure, to be honest.

"Have some patience, handsome," you say softly, turning and facing the other way, as he huffs and moans at the sight of you bent over in front of his face. More firm slaps and grabs, open mouth kisses to the back of your thighs, over your now dripping center and back again. "Because I have none." your voice drops, hand wrapping around him and pulling him towards your mouth as you kitten lick away at him.

He grunts and bucks his hips. "Get yer fuckin' mouth around me so I can bury my face in 'is." he orders with another slap and you smirk, humming around his head as he shifts to pile pillows behind him to push himself up to bury himself in you. You didn't line up perfectly but that wasn't about to stop you two.

He feels you shudder, fingers holding you open as he targets your clit and you take him down as far as you can, his hips pushing to make up the difference. With both your mouths busy, broken moans soon start building between you. His hips start slower and work faster as you gasp for breath and swear as you pop off him to give him a few good hard tugs and give his balls a light squeeze. The rumble he sends into you as you makes you take him down again. You greedily slurp him up, hands working at the base of him and kneading at his thick thighs.

Your throat relaxes and he feels you let out a deep guttural sound, your thighs spreading farther apart. "Ya close love?" he asks between broad licks against your clit.

"Yes, use your fingers." you slide him out of your mouth, your hand picking up the slack. "Fuck."  you let out in long drawn out groan as he does as you ask. You latch back around him, moving faster. His fingers fill you up and your eyes roll back and you push him farther back into your throat.

"That greedy mouth of yours is gonna finish me quick, Gen." he rests his head back for just a moment to moan out the words before burying his face again.

"Good." you say harshly, acting out of the accusations of greed he'd growled at you. You suck at him, hand tighter, tongue swirling, his hips bucking deeper.

"Fuckin' 'ell." his eyes squeeze shut, his thumb moves to circle your clit as he pants for air. You feel his exhales hot and fast against your skin. With his free hand, his gives you a hard spank. "Fuck yes, luv. Ungh." his hips stutter but you're already ready for him. "Yes... you fuckin'... unf... I'm gonna come." his hand grips your hips painfully tight and you relish in it.

You don't respond, you keep doing exactly what got you to this point as he strains and groans, grunts with every thrust as he coats your mouth with him. You swallow him down without hesitation, slowing your movements and gently raking your nails across his balls as he shudders, sliding your hands to his thighs and doing the same. His head is still back panting for air, his thumb barely moving haphazardly over your clit as he's lost himself. You sit up, holding the one hand of his that was already at your hip and reaching back and grabbing the other, holding them to you as you bounce your bum on his face.

"I didn't waste a drop like a good little girl now where's my reward?" you say in a bossy tone, wiggling your hips back and forth on his face as he moans again and gets back to work immediately. Tongue warm and wet, dragging across your swollen bud in indulgent strokes. His sounds of enjoyment don't cease, hand flexing and struggling at first, before accepting your dominance and giving in to thread his fingers through yours. It doesn't take him long to get you there with you only focusing on yourself. As your hands start to shake, your moans rising in pitch he breaks free from your grasp and reaches up to grab your chest, fingers quick and twisting your nipples, pushing you fully onto his face.

Being held in place you start to get the feeling in waves, "Fuck... Alfie yes... yes." you cry out, body tensing and thighs shaking as he murmurs something out in appreciation, giving your tits a squeeze as he makes you come. Your hands rest on his hips, raising up to not smother your new partner, hips still wiggling with aftershocks. He nips at your thighs, open mouth kisses to the creases between them and hands massaging your hips.

You'd like to collapse on him but you decide not to, throwing your leg up and letting yourself roll onto your back next to him, a hand placed on his calf, fingers lightly rubbing the fuzzy surface to show your appreciation despite your sudden but passing tiredness.

"And now..." he gruffs out, rolling and crawling over to you, holding himself up over you as you look at him with satisfied half-lidded eyes. "I'll still be able to give you a proper fuckin' seein' to tonight." he grins as you wick away moisture from his beard with a content sigh.

"Already planning ahead." you let out a soft laugh. "Clever lad." you smile and he leans down to kiss you.

"The thought of when I can get my hands on you again is never far from my mind, darling." you hum and smooch away at each other. "More importantly, I gotta plan so these old bones can keep up with you." he laughs, laying on his side and you turn towards him.

"Nothing old about that bone of yours, Fie." you chuckle.

"Nah but the knees... the back... the fuckin' hips... them's another story." he says with a raised brow and you plant another kiss on him.

"I'll just have to bring my oils with me tonight then." you coo. "Give you a nice long rub down, yeah?" you beam at him. "Been too long since I've done it anyway." your fingers play in his beard.

"I couldn't agree more. You keep me greased up and you might get another year or two out of me." he kids, a deep chuckle radiating out that makes you want to swoon.

"You're not even forty yet Alfie, don't sell yourself short." you scold gently. "Besides, you still make me quiver like a virgin when you're on your back. I think I'll get more than few years out of you."

"You plannin' ahead now, eh?"

"I am now." your shrug defensively. "I'm yours now Alfie." your voice turns softer, snuggling up to his chest. "I plan on having many years with you."

"And I you, love." he sighs out, a kiss to your fingers. Although longevity wasn't something he'd much considered before, he realizes he must now. He would have to work on his recklessness, his temper to dare others to kill him. Having you meant more than just having someone to fuck and care for now, it meant he had to involve you in his life. And so now was when the real work began. ------ You walk in the door to your home. Aggie was waiting with clasped hands and the biggest smile you've ever seen and Claire wearing a very smug smirk with her arms crossed. You stand in silence a moment, trying to hide the giddiness you felt, but your facade breaks and you start to laugh and they join you in mere seconds.

"SO?!" shouts Aggie, handing off your coat.

"I can smell the sex on you from here." Claire chuckles.

"Well there's a reason for that." you snort.

"Are you together? What happened?" Aggie interjects.

"Yes, Agatha, yes. We're together now. A proper couple." you say with a smile and roll of your eyes.

"Oh heaven's yes!" she says in a growly cheer and a strong head nod of enthusiasm. "I did it! I can't believe I did it!" she claps her hands.

"And now I need you to draw me a bath and put the salts and everything soothing and fragrant in it because I've got a date tonight."

"Hell, already?" Claire laughs.

"Yes, already. His idea. Wants to take me out and show me off." you say with a shy smile and raised shoulders.

"Look at you. Like a school girl." Aggie pats your cheek before moving to your room.

"Feel like a school girl, to be honest." you say with wide eyes.

"So... I see no ring... so he didn't jump the gun." Claire says with a low tone.

"Nah, no, nothing like that." you shake your head. "Handled it beautifully really," you say in a sigh. "Apologized, told me he wanted me to be his and he to be mine. Just... lovely."

"Speaking of love?" she tilts her head, wondering if he'd followed her advice.

"Oh no, no... 'i love yous'" you say with a sheepish look.

"What's that look for?"

"Well, I...I mean..." you shrug.

"Uh huh." she grins.

"It would've been too much, I think to have said it. I just wanted to enjoy it all. I love you is so... heavy." you say more seriously. "Not that I..." you look up and shrug. "I mean I..." you blush and let out a huff of a laugh.

"Yeah... you love him you little tart." she moves to hug you.

"Ah fuck. Here we go." you laugh and take a deep breath, tears hitting your eyes.

"Fucks sake." Claire laughs and wipes your cheeks. "Hopeless you two. You'll be married within the year. I'm putting my money down right now."

"You really think so? That's even heavier." you say with a low laugh and raised brows.

"It is but you love each other. And you're both loaded and crazy," she says only half joking. "Most would have been married already but you two are odd ducks."

"Me... married." you make an exhausted expression, blowing out noisily from your lips. "We live complicated lives and marriage has lots of consequences for even common people. But with us, I mean, getting married would be a lot of paperwork and lawyers and... ugh, the other men we work with. What would they think? Christ, what would they do?"

"Send over compensatingly large amounts of congratulatory flowers." she says dismissively, not wanting you to get worked up over something that hadn't even been set into motion yet. "There's only one person that you might want to think about, unfortunately, and how he'll react." she says more seriously.

"Who's that?"

"Your father."

"Ugh." you stick out your tongue in disgust.

"What's he going to do when he finds out you're marrying a Jewish man? And such a proud, outspoken one like Alfie Solomons? Of all of them to choose from."

"You know what Claire? I don't know." you say with a frown. "But more importantly, I don't fucking care."

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[stellarknightz]

Hello sapphic community I haven’t stopped thinking about them 🥺😭

+ extra doodle hehe

[peanut-tyrug]

Y’know I used to think Genny was Wanda?

I thought it’d be a cool idea. Like Wanda used to work at the Voxola Factory and when she when she lost Winona she went nuts and started avoiding death.

I know now that the idea kinda doesn’t make sense but yeah

I used to think Genny was Wanda.

Maybe I could make it to where Wanda didn’t want to experience death bc after Winona went missing bc she started thinking more abt death and began to fear it? It may be a bit ooc but /maybe/ it could work. It gives more depth to Wanda.

[randomnameless]

So i finally finished SOV - i mean the main story - and it was...

well at first when i got the game my expectations were rather low even with the good reviews fellow friends gave to the game so i was definitely surprised, in the good way. SOV feels like an old FE, as in it’s kind of subtle about things like humor - eons away from the ham fisted “humour” of Felicia stumbling and dropping plates or something - and characterisation, as in everyone had its own character and wasn’t simply a trope, which i appreciated a lot. Support convos were meaningful, brought backstory (for the ones i did) but not in an infodump way.

So that felt “old” in the good - classical - way, but when a friend who played first FE8 to Fates saw me playing he was like “nah i don’t like this” and well, I can’t really tell him to fig off but the mechanics are, well, not archaic nor outdated, but can be quite frustrating. Maybe it’s just me or I didn’t forge my weapons enough, but Leon/Python by the endgame were locked to perpetual 60ish% of hit and a lot of tiles in the last maps five stupid avoid like +20% which is frustrating. Of course you’re supposed to use mages, because they don’t suffer from the defensive tiles but it’s annoying that you can’t “reliably” destroy things with your mounted archers.

OTOH if 5 range had 100% hit it’d be broken as, idk, a 2 weight tome with 30 might.

But i can understand the “meh” factor coming from those hit rates, mages are paper thin - again it’s good for balance - but for someone who came out of Fates/Awakening it can be disturbing, especially since the speed stat (on the screen) doesnt’ take into account the actual speed you have, as in the tome weights a little bit so in the end you can be doubled.

But I’d say it’s just a habit to take. I was afraid of the hp drain mages had when they use magic but it’s not really that bothering since you end up with a lot of rings, it’s actually more bothersome on healers - Tatiana couldn’t spam fortify she had to be healed because the ring doesn’t recover enough hp - but otherwise it’s cool, besides clerics were actually useful as in they could heal AND fight with Nosferatu, even if Nosfe-tanking isn’t wise because of the low accuracy.

Lack of WTA wasn’t that debilitating, OTOH it felt a bit redundant, i don’t know how to say it but WTA gave more “thrill” or something, here you can send Terror!Kamui in a forest and everyone will miss because of his high avoid and nothing else will make this change (of course in this setting Duma goons are dead). Granted, horseslayers are still a thing to look for (clive learnt it :’( ) and you have skills against certain foes, like the steel lance gives armor slayer or something?

About skills, well they were, imo, well implemented. You can’t double attack with them so they’re not totally broken (save for Alm’s double lion but) and kind of cool.

But what I loved the most was the magic tree, as in everyone learns different magic and not at the same level so it kinds of makes you want to use everyone or at least complementary units, Delthea hits hard and fast, but she doesn’t have the 3 range Thunder spell Mae has (even if Mae doesn’t hit that hard, she doesn’t have Ragnarok but she’s still a super good unit, at least in this run). Sonya doesn’t get Seraphim (i wonder why lol) but she can rewarp, and has Excalibur. The male mages were a kind of letdown though (i was dumb and promoted Kliff to archer, Tobin to mage) even if the Sagittarius spell is rad, they’re nowhere near the level of the priestesses. Even the Saints are all useful, Silque has Warp, Faye has Rescue and Tatiana got Fortify and physic (like Faye), Genny can’t warp but she has Physic, that spell to remove low level monsters and she can summon randoms.

To end this quickly, while the gameplay can be a bit annoying (low hit rates) it’s very fun to play, or at least to test. The map design is meh (endless meadow with some forests and fort) but that’s coming from a “faithfum” remake so it’s to be expected.

Dungeon crawling was - tedious in the last dungeons but wait i still have the optional one damn everyone is hungry - really captivating, you had to watch over your food reserves, find a shrine to save, smash enemies and pots and sometimes hunt for treasure. Honestly, i really liked it. It felt very RPG like!

Naga Mila bless the turnwheel - that thing saved me so many soft resets and I hope it’ll be a staple in the series from now on, maybe pretend that the fire emblem in jugdral was stolen by azel in the prologue and it has this role in jugdral echoes, idk something like that.

Plot wise... well it’s old FE for you, with a compelling story, it isn’t trying too hard like the other 3DS entries and you can feel the lore around like the omnipresence of Mila’s church with people going on pilgrimages or the Duma faithful not being seen as an evil only cult, unlike the Grimleal, but it has normal persons in it - who are eons away from Jedah and his schemes but still part of the religious order like Tatiana (even if quite frankly without her the Faithful would have been an “evil cult” like Loptyr’s one, complete with the guy who tried to stop the evil new leader and was banished (not killed here) in return). Randoms in villages live, they want to fish, to farm, they’re afraid of bandits, they gossip and all...

However, I feel as if the last parts - chapter 4 and 5 - were kind of rushed. Of course chapter 4 has Rudolf’s master plan (tm) so it’s meh in essence, but Celica holds the idiot plot ball even if, well, Jedah is a cunning bastard and her struggles are real, she set on her journey to free Mila so she’ll do anything to save Mila.

Which actually makes me a bit doubtful about chapter 5 where we’re supposed to understand that men don’t need gods/dragons anymore, Clive (or is it Lukas?) tells Alm that without dragons people will starve and all, but he’s all “we will find a way i know it will be hard” like, of course with Duma being mad there is no way things can continue like this, but are people really okay with having to work on a barren land? Isn’t it the problem Zofia had in the beginning of the game, everyone was hungry and then Rigel attacked? It makes me think about FE5 and Dagda, he and Gomez are toiling the barren lands of Thracia and doesn’t bear any fruits, the reason why Gomez returns to banditry, and this is a problem but everything is magically solved when Leif becomes king because in Dagda’s ending we learn that somehow things managed to grow. Yay?

But Valencia will exist by the time Chrom rolls in, so the peasants magically managed to harvest their barren lands without the power of the dragons, yay for them too.

Also Alm wants to kill/seal/put duma to sleep because his power makes people grow mad, but as the narrator put it in the credits (and something Alm forgot) even without Duma people will still thirst for power and do stupid things. Granted it’s not as stupid as burning the only person who loved you into a witch, but it leads you to murder helpless children in a bid to sit on the Zofian throne. So that really made me frown - not in the puzzled way but in the bad way, why is Duma painted as so evil, his power is evil etc? I loved that scene in the temple (Mila vs rudolf) because Mila wasn’t portrayed at sometihng Emmeryn like, she was furious, kind of distrubing/scary and well, you could understand that she will fight/will kill you if she wants, even if she is suposed to be the earth mother, loving etc.

Duma? Nope, nothing to show that he cares or has compassion, he is a dastard who might be mad, only interested with power and turns people into evil people. This is something that distrubs me because Duma isn’t something like Loptyr, evil for the sake of being petty, he was supposed to watch over the humans just like Mila did, hell people were supposed to thrive and be somewhat happy, not crazed. If he is a dastard who only thrives for power and gives powers to people who offer their daughters to be changed into witches, why people worshipped him for hundred of years? We’re not talking about fanatics like Jedah or his army of blue people, but Tatiana, the random villagers, etc...? Heck even Fates tried to paint Anankos as a “good” guy before he turned sour, but nothing for Duma?

:’(

But even if I rant a bit, IMO Echoes is the best 3DS FE, even with its wonky hit rates and rewarping witches. Plot is here, gameplay is fun (i wanted to try to forge so many things) and dungeon crawling is rad. I’d definitely recommend it to friends who can look past the wonky hit rates. It isn’t “classic FE gameplay” but it’s enjoyeable nonetheless, and the voice acting is really good. Usually i wouldn’t care, but this is really nice and i hope it will return.

[melindashalsey]

Stranded Deep Gameplay – “UNCLE GENNY’S HOME FOR WAYWARD SNAKES!!!” – Let’s Play Walkthrough

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Welcome to my Hermit’s Look at Stranded Deep! This is a PC gameplay walkthrough in 1080p HD.

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About Stranded Deep:

Take the role of a plane crash survivor stranded somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Experience terrifying encounters both above and below an endless environment. Come face to face with some of the most life threatening scenarios that will result in a different experience each time you play.

Scavenge. Discover. Survive. —

Generate an Infinite Number of Procedural Worlds – Explore Pacific islands, reefs, and bottomless ocean trenches filled with detailed biomes!

No two worlds are the same – You can generate a completely new and randomized world at any time. You can also mix your own maps created with the map editor in with the procedurally created maps in the world for a more customized experience. If you feel like sharing, you can even share your world seed with other players.

* Please note, currently the generated world size is limited to 6.25km2 but the final world size will be much larger. Dynamic Weather and Day-Night Cycle – Struggle to navigate stormy seas or enjoy basking with a coconut on a sunny afternoon. Unique Physically-based Crafting System – Harvest resources to create equipment by combining them together in the physical world – no crafting slots! Unique Physically-based Building System – Settle on an island and construct a shelter or venture the seas with your own built raft. Detailed Survival Aspects and Interaction – Manage your vitals of hunger, thirst, blood, and health against the harshness of mother nature. Random Loot and Collectables – Search sunken shipwrecks and islands for interesting and rare equipment. Hunting and fishing – Spear small animals in the shallows or risk the depths with a spear gun in search of larger meals. Starve an island of resources or maintain and manage its growth.

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Outro Music by Elybeatmaker! Full song here: https://youtu.be/IKYybTC-gu4

Intro Animation by Fultron! http://www.fultron84.co/

Support your favorite Hermit!!!!

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from DeniNET Videos https://deninet.wordpress.com/2018/01/28/stranded-deep-gameplay-uncle-gennys-home-for-wayward-snakes-lets-play-walkthrough/

[davidjnovello]

Stranded Deep Gameplay – “UNCLE GENNY’S HOME FOR WAYWARD SNAKES!!!” – Let’s Play Walkthrough

Join my Patreon for EARLY ACCESS to all my videos and more! http://www.patreon.com/generikb

Welcome to my Hermit’s Look at Stranded Deep! This is a PC gameplay walkthrough in 1080p HD.

Don’t forget to SUBSCRIBE! New videos DAILY! http://www.youtube.com/user/generikb?sub_confirmation=1

About Stranded Deep:

Take the role of a plane crash survivor stranded somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Experience terrifying encounters both above and below an endless environment. Come face to face with some of the most life threatening scenarios that will result in a different experience each time you play.

Scavenge. Discover. Survive. —

Generate an Infinite Number of Procedural Worlds – Explore Pacific islands, reefs, and bottomless ocean trenches filled with detailed biomes!

No two worlds are the same – You can generate a completely new and randomized world at any time. You can also mix your own maps created with the map editor in with the procedurally created maps in the world for a more customized experience. If you feel like sharing, you can even share your world seed with other players.

* Please note, currently the generated world size is limited to 6.25km2 but the final world size will be much larger. Dynamic Weather and Day-Night Cycle – Struggle to navigate stormy seas or enjoy basking with a coconut on a sunny afternoon. Unique Physically-based Crafting System – Harvest resources to create equipment by combining them together in the physical world – no crafting slots! Unique Physically-based Building System – Settle on an island and construct a shelter or venture the seas with your own built raft. Detailed Survival Aspects and Interaction – Manage your vitals of hunger, thirst, blood, and health against the harshness of mother nature. Random Loot and Collectables – Search sunken shipwrecks and islands for interesting and rare equipment. Hunting and fishing – Spear small animals in the shallows or risk the depths with a spear gun in search of larger meals. Starve an island of resources or maintain and manage its growth.

=============================================

Outro Music by Elybeatmaker! Full song here: https://youtu.be/IKYybTC-gu4

Intro Animation by Fultron! http://www.fultron84.co/

Support your favorite Hermit!!!!

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