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m1d-45 · 5 months ago

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Midas, i'm FREE!

Work has been EXHAUSTING since the last time we chatted on tumblr, but i think your request box is open, and i'm feeling a request of cuddling otters of fontaine with platonc/sisterly bond with Siegewinne!

OTTERS! I fucking LOVE those little guys they look so fluffy!

And Siegewinne is so adorable and has Wrio for a -cough Father/boss cough- so Yeah.

-🥘Stew

a wondrous earth

note: i definitely did not realize that you didn't mention sagau at midnight so. just pretend okay shhh

word count: 2k

-> warnings: nothing explicit but does take place post-fontaine AQ and kinda assumes you know the lore.. containes a few wink/nudge references at most.

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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teyvat was beautiful. even through a screen, you could lose yourself wandering for hours, taking in the flowing rivers, delicate flowers, the way the clouds swept over the sky like they themselves were savoring the view. wildlife scattered the paths, butterflies in the air and birds chirping from every tree. sometimes you turned off the music and dialogue just to sit and bask in it.

it was no different now that you actually were in teyvat. if anything, the heightened detail only deepened your love for the sights. you could watch every feather shift, not limited by graphics and models, feeling the spray of saltwater across your skin. perhaps it was simply because fontaine was where you’d first awoken, but it would always hold a soft spot in your heart.

the city itself was stunning, with pristine white buildings that shined with even the slightest sun, the meka moving with fluid gears that barely whirred as they passed. coins littered the bottom of every fountain, the smell shifting from perfume to fried food to fresh fruit, tempting from their stall. you could have spent the entire day roaming its streets and only barely brush the surface of everything to see inside. flora, fauna, people and meka and melusines and you, the streets just populated enough to be welcoming without crossing into overwhelming.

it could be argued that its beauty was due to being the centerpiece of the nation. perhaps outside of its mother of pearl walls were ruined homes and muddied streets that would surely dim your favor, and perhaps that was why neuvillette was so gun-shy about recommending it to you. though he was very professional about it, you’d played enough of the archon quest to know that his insistence on tending to you personally was more out of worry than any sort of actual need. your years of amassed mora had found its way cleanly into your pocket upon arrival, and that combined with your knowledge of fontaine would certainly be enough on its own to find you a nice, cozy life, even without the whole “god of all” thing.

that seemed a bit too intimidating anyway. no, you were more interested in watching romaritime flowers bloom in the rain, and whatever other duties came of your title could wait. celestia had yet to come knocking and most of the higher officials seemed allergic to even thinking of suggesting something else to do, so your time was your own.

(while it was a bit funny, their want to help seemed to push the line of fervency. it was worrying, and another reason to spend some time out wandering on your own. they’d been through enough, and the last thing you wanted was to be another weight on furina’s shoulders.)

thankfully, fontaine was vast, and held no shortage of sight to see. with a bit of persuasion—read: barely hinting at it once while navia happened to be in the room—you were equipped with a travel bag and set off on your own, heading north. unfortunately, there was no way to cross to the other islands without taking the aquabus, and you did want to see the institute and the opera house for yourself.

fortunately, fontaine’s waters were fresh.. or, at least fresh enough that one could swim in it without a mask… or oxygen tank…

you’d figure it out. there was not a single chance that you wouldn’t at least try. even if you didn’t have whatever blessing that allowed the traveller and others to dive freely, the elements seemed to like you well enough, and who would pass up on the chance to see fontaine’s waters for themself anyway?

not you, certainly. you crouched in the shallows and cupped the waves in your hands, bringing it to your mouth and taking a cautious breath.

it felt, expectedly, perfectly fine. normal, even. you let the water fall, but didn’t exhale anything else but air. there was no pressure in your lungs, no burning need to cough, just an odd warmth that spread from your throat downwards. you didn’t know why—you’d somewhat assumed that vision wielders had some sort of internal “gills” that pushed out excess water—but shrugged it off, double-checking that your bag was safely stashed within a bush before wading deeper. the water was a bit cool, but not cold, welcoming you in like a freshly-made bed after a long day.

unsurprisingly, fontaine’s great lake was just as beautiful as the city. in the shallows alone, romaritime flowers gleamed, reflecting the light they absorbed from the sun over and over within their thin petals. fish in rainbows of colors flocked among the depths, rays of light reaching down and inviting you to follow.

the fish were mostly apathetic to your presence. they neither fled nor turned, just allowing you by as if you were one of them. the few meka were a bit more curious, coming up and bumping your hand to ask why you had descended with them. with a bit of coaxing, you let one of the smaller ones allow you to hold onto its fins, pulling you deeper still. crabs scuttled along the floor, stingrays following the dappled rays of light. even this far down, you could still see easily, watching algae sway and jellyfish bloom without error.

at some point, your meka stalled, lingering in space and turning around. its searchlight flicked over you and the sand, inching back the way you came. was this the edge of its patrol route? you waved it goodbye and it waited a moment more before finally moving away, slowly at first before returning to speed. there were probably others you could take back anyway… provided you remembered where you were anyway.

…that was a problem for later. you turned and swam, following the valley. it was getting a bit shallower, and the sun was beginning to dim, but your curiosity was not yet satisfied. you pushed, and continued. a deeper valley of the ocean came into view, a deep bowl marked by large columns of bare rock on the far side. there were more jellyfish around here, and a few stingrays with shining blue skin. you swam to some, curious, but as soon as you got close it turned and met you more than halfway, circling twice like a cat who’s owner had finally come home. you pet over its wings, the transparent blue layer making your fingers buzz. the ray pushed into your hand, and when it left for another cheerful circle, your palm was blue. despite the fact that you hadn’t felt tired or in any way abnormal since diving, the sight of the film over your hands settled confidence over your mind. whatever came, you’d be able to handle it.

why? you had no idea. was there really a way for you to to absorb xenochromatic abilities? was this even that anyway? who cared, really, if you weren’t hurt?

you pet the stingray again with your afflicted hand—not wanting to stain both, in case it was somehow something harmful—and look around the valley, soaking in the view. the sunlight had turned slightly amber, but it never hindered the sea’s beauty. pink and blue jellyfish, octopi shooting pearls of water back and forth. how, you had no idea, but you weren’t going to ask. not that they’d be able to answer, anyway.

tired out, the stingray settled by your side, tail loosely flicking to keep in place as the water shifted. despite the fact that it had definitely touched your skin elsewhere, only your hand remained blue. that cemented in your mind that this was one of the xenochromatic creatures, though to do so without the odd lasso was interesting.. then again, if you could make flames sway and wind pause, then who’s to say you couldn’t throw a few water blades?

the water hummed, something coarse brushing your other arm. you turned, but there was no other animal wondering about your presence. instead, after a brief moment, you recognized the figure swimming beside you as sigewinne, just not as you remembered her. she was really only recognizable through her antennae and bright red eyes, the bright nurse’s uniform of her standard model replaced by some sort of wetsuit and a thick belt around her waist. her heart-shaped purse was also replaced with a basket tucked into her elbow, but the lid over it was latched closed, preventing you from seeing inside. once she saw that she had your attention, she pointed up, and you followed her to the surface, albeit slowly. you didn’t really want to leave, and if she was anything like the others then she’d ask you to come into the fortress.

you surfaced beside her, taking a moment to adjust to the air, coughing twice while she pushed some hair from her eyes. it made sense she’d have an easier time adjusting, but you still felt a bit foolish. what happened to the whole “god of all” business?

“first water?” oh, that one was new. the others in the city tended to use titles related to justice. “may i ask what you’re doing out here so late?”

“i was just exploring, that’s all. what are you doing?”

she blinks, then pulls up her basket, undoing the latch and holding out. within, you can see some various plants, each wrapped and bundled tightly. “i was just collecting some herbs. most of the workers have retired and i’m not usually needed around this hour. are you cold at all?”

she looks genuinely worried, which makes you smile despite yourself. “no, i’m alright, thank you.”

if you were talking with anyone else, you’re certain they would have pushed. everyone in the city seemed hell-bent on making sure you never so much as caught sight of something imperfect.. but sigewinne just relaxes, nodding. “okay. if you’re looking for somewhere nice, may i suggest going east? there’s always otters there, even at this hour.”

otters. you’d almost forgotten about the star of the seas, so distracted by meka and your new powers. “that sounds lovely. would you mind showing me where?”

“of course!” she smiles and you swear you’ve never seen anyone happier, following her beneath the waves. fortunately, your abberant power faded when you surfaced, leaving you able to swim beside her without fear of acidentally triggering it. maybe you can ask about it later…

regardless, the trip is short. she takes you up into the shallows, onto a flatter plateau only about ten feet deep. true to her word, otters dot the surface, likely drawn by the plentiful clams in the sand. the few swimming about eagerly swim up to you, a sharp contrast to the other sealife. they nudge clams into your hand and curl eagerly into your hands, their fur soft and dense. they can hold their breath for longer than you’d think they’d be able to, letting you settle in the sand and pet them for as long as you wish. the water is brighter too, the edges of their fur catching the light.

with time, the sun will fall and your friends will tire, but it is still evening. you watch as sigewinne plays catch with an otter and its shell, smiling at the sight. it’s nice to be like this, tucked beneath the waves with someone who treats you almost comedically casually. maybe its due to her nature, maybe its because she’s a doctor, but that doesn’t really matter. you’re definitely going to savor time spent with someone so sweet.

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ihopesocomicask · 21 days ago

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HELLOOOO! I actually wanted to send this ask a week before but ig tumblr decided it was the best time to shadowban the blog :( Anyways before I say something I love love LOVE your comic and the character writing, it actually helped a lot on writing my characters too! I’m currently trying to put up a webcomic script that also tackles ableism and abuse with those characters, but I was worried about something you guys pointed out in the MP analysis video. Specifically, the idea that the way Nothing is literally rigged against the narrative and gets tossed at in every direction is not at all empowerment for disabled characters, and is what can be most likely summarized into “trauma/suffering pxrn for plot”. The fact that you guys are VERY RIGHT makes me kinda worried because I also have a disabled character who is abused by their family in their childhood, but is shown to be perfectly capable and does overcome the influence of their abusive family eventually. The REAL problem would be that after all that character development, I’m…killing them. Yeah. I can’t even remove it bc this will act as a point of an “everything goes downhill from here” moment and is CRUCIAL to the plot. I’d been thinking about it ever since I saw your analysis and if this event will just, quote on quote, “…a message that - regardless of your limitations - you can achieve just as much as anyone else and, for the majority of its run, it repeatedly rams the counterargument down your throat.” Not repeatedly, I suppose, since you can’t kill someone twice, but still, I do think killing a character after all that development might not be good. The fact that I AM partially doing this for the plot does not make it better, and now I’m wondering if this will end up conveying a message that is Not Very Good like how MP did. I’ve been thinking about this for a while and it would be a honor for me to get your points of view about this. Sorry for the long-ass question, and I wish both of you the best of luck. Love you two!

Oh hey, I remember your ask and yes, Tumblr did indeed eat it. That's another symptom of the shadowban, I'm afraid. Tumblr shall render any asks in your inbox invisible and therefore you cannot answer them. We sincerely apologise for that. oof First of all, thank you so so much for your kind words concerning the comic and our characters. That's super sweet to hear. Now to your question. An important thing to point out - and what we shall keep pointing out until we're blue in the face - is that My Pride was sold as an inspirational, empowering story to the disabled and promised a story where the disabled main rises above her oppressive society.

Which... never happens.

The narrative kinda tries to do that with story beats such as Nothing fighting Quickmane despite only being a kid, her 'chosen one' subplot and - more infamously - Feather's speech.

But it very much feels like it's going through the motions that all "pro-disability" media that has been criticised in the past goes through. Whatever progress Nothing makes always has to be undone by the plot kicking her in the groin. Her final battle against Fire is a major example of this: not only does the plot demand she lose her brother - one of the few characters that truly cared for her - but it also demands she get her ass kicked, even though there was no reason for her to have lost the fight aside from her being disabled.

And that's one of my major issues with My Pride: it reels you in with its seemingly empowering plot and some choice quotes that do not reflect the full script and then it ultimately offers nothing but a depressing ride. Now, to the secondary issue of 'is it bad to depict ableism in your story'? Despite what people of a certain online persuasion might try and say, our issues with My Pride is NOT because the show has ableism in it and no, Tribble is not automatically an ableist because she has ableism in her story. She is an ableist because she put on a front of being an ally to physically disabled individuals and then presumed to know better than us whenever criticism was given while writing ableist tripe and presenting it as empowering.

That's literally it.

So, no, having ableism by itself in your story is not a bad thing on its own. It's how you ultimately handle the topic and present it that plays a part. I'd have a lot to say if you were presenting this story as a form of escapism for disabled readers, but that doesn't appear to be the case. As for the subject of your disabled character being killed off: I think you really need to stop and ask yourself what kind of story you wish to tell.

Naturally, this also depends on the type of story you wish to tell. For example, is it a tragedy where everybody in the cast is treated the same and they all encounter hardship or is this just specific to your disabled character? You need to be straightforward with your genre.

Why does this disabled character have to overcome all obstacles just to die in the end? You mentioned it's 'for the sake of the plot' and acknowledge that this on its own isn't really a good reason for making such a decision.

I agree with you. It just sounds like a bit of a letdown and actually very soap opera-esque to do this purely for plot reasons. And I don't mean 'soap opera-esque' in the essence that it's cheap or lowbrow. I mean that this is the kind of thing that soap operas do when an actor doesn't renew their contract, has no intention of returning and they therefore have to kill off their character.

It's just very obvious and on-the-nose, if that makes sense? And it's something that disabled people have seen many times in media.

And what's more, it's done because there's often no choice outside of replacing the actor. Whereas you do have the opportunity to explore other options and ways to tweak your plot, especially when you already sound uncomfortable with this development anyway. Not just because of what we say but because you personally see a point in what we say. I don't know the ins and outs of your story and you shouldn't have to share it for me to get it but, from what little you've told me, I'd personally be rooting for this character to not have their struggles be all for nothing as an audience member. And this actually reminds me of a trick that Richard Adams pulled when it came to the ending of The Plague Dogs. Snitter and Rowf were destined to die. However, because we as the reader naturally willed them to live as we followed their journey and bonded with them: Adams decided to have the dogs fished out of the water and have their happy ending. Because we as the audience willed that into existence without us even realising because of how real Adams made these characters.

What I'm saying is that - sometimes - going for the most obvious and 'cliche' ending can often be the most creative choice, depending on the type of audience you're trying to appeal to and the type of characters you write and how exactly you write them. You're already writing about real issues that affect real people, so your writing shall evoke a deep connection from your audience. Take advantage of that but also reward your audience for their perseverance rather than trying to make your audience feel a certain way through cheap means (i.e. through shocking moments that seemingly come out of nowhere). You don't need to fall back on a shocking twist to make your plot interesting. You're already there with the abuse storyline, in my honest opinion. I appreciate that the depiction of abuse has been watered down by media but - trust me - it is still a topic that - if handled correctly - can evoke certain emotions that a character death often cannot. Anyway, I'm very sorry this got extremely long. I really hope my rambling was helpful to you, anon, and I wish you the best of luck with your story! c: - RJ

#ask #ask us stuff #rj answers #writing advice #my pride mention #tw ableism #ableism #ableism mention

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danauschaewon · 1 year ago

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my thoughts on dimension 20: fantasy high junior year ep 19 ragenarok Discourse™

⚠️ spoilers! ⚠️

from a watsonian perspective, the bad kids don't know of any way to cure a rage star. if any of the characters were stressed enough sufficiently to be angry (rage token), porter seems to be able to immediately control you so even not directly being controlled by a rage star seems to put you under ankarna's domain. there's no reasonable watsonian expectation for them to believe the ratgrinders could be redeemed, notwithstanding whether teenagers would show other teenagers who hate them that grace.

additionally, the Discourse™ seems to forget that there's ultimately a choice between following porter or not. lucy frostblade's sacrifice was extremely poignant because she chose to die rather than go against what she believed in. buddy dawn's immediate switch perfectly aligns with how religious fanatics believe/claim to believe whatever is convenient for them without any internal consistency. that doesn't mean that they weren't groomed by porter but there's really no ground for some of the moral absolutism I've been seeing here.

that also leads to something that I haven't seen people discussing; kipperlily and oisin straight up murdered buddy (their own party member, who they secretly treated as a pawn the whole time) by slitting his throat to try and keep the bad kids from being revived??? it's implied they also killed lucy and covered it up for so long that she is almost beyond reviving just so she couldn't snitch on them?? even if you liked the ratgrinders, they're much more ruthless than bad kids are, even if you take riz and fabian's comments into account. also, if the entire school was in fabian's house, they essentially tried to kill all 500 other students in their school + jawbone to beat a magical loophole to ascend porter.

and the obvious being: if you are fighting to end the world (remember they did bring down fig and gorgug, even if they are uncoordinated in pvp), don't be surprised when people fight you to save the world.

from the doyleist perspective, others have already pointed out that dnd is a combat focused game. if you fail a persuasion/intimidation/deception roll, regardless of what makes more sense for the story or the themes or your character, you probably have to fight to the death. this isn't a story written with a single overarching vision from one mind, it's real people being filmed in real time playing a game designed around roleplay AND combat. combat is gonna happen.

secondly, this is a world where powerful individuals have the ability to directly control the universe (magic). "might makes right" is a terrible moral system but that's also how reality works (laws are only (as strong as) their enforcement system, the police are an occupying army, etc).

human beings are social beings and our intelligence/creativity allows us to imagine a world where no individual or socioeconomic group can use might to make right. but our imagination also is limited by our own inconsistencies, ignorance, socialisation, habits, etc. and most importantly, our stories about the world mustn't confuse us from how the world actually is. not everyone can be redeemed, even if you want them to be.

if you want the world to change in a certain way, you have to gather enough strength to change it. the more it deviates from the status quo, the more strength you need. that's not just martial or economic power, there is social power that can be influenced by a collective moral or intellectual sense. however, those with the power to directly eliminate your existence will need to be sufficiently worried about consequences to not use that power (e.g. american police know they face no consequences for executing black people in cold blood, that's why they actually do kill instead of simply want to kill like other non-police racists).

if the ratgrinders want to kill the bad kids and ascend porter to godhood, they have to actually have to develop their skills to do so. that's why they exp levelled, they tried taking advantage of the last stand, one of them sent their grandma to kill the entire school at one kid's 18th birthday party. and correspondingly, if you don't want your 18th birthday party to end with your death + your entire school's deaths + the ascension of your teachers as the new god of rage, you gotta kill some grandmas and poorly coordinated exp levellers.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #d20 fantasy high #fhjy #d20

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boa-h · 2 years ago

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【Geto Suguru】 Your Cat

Geto Suguru recalls you as that one kouhai of his who runs to the cafeteria the moment class ends. Countless times he’s witnessed you run past him at an inhuman speed just to reach the cafeteria. There are really not many people in Jujutsu Tech, he doesn’t know who you’re racing against, for even if you weren't the first on the lunch line, the food would still be there. Unlike Haibara or Nanami, he rarely gets to talk to you, not like he gets to talk to first years a lot in the first place. But now, his silly little kouhai stands before him, breathless. Your hair is a mess, and so are your clothes.

“I- I’m.. My cat—�� You pant, struggling to speak.

“You do realize having pets in the dormitories is against the rules, right?” He told you, but still held out the cat for you to take back.

You quickly took the cat away from his arms, “Please don’t tell anyone! Please!” You bowed to him 90 degrees. “I promise I won’t accidentally let her out again,” you assured him, looking up with unwavering sincerity.

He chuckled and ruffled your hair, “Then it’ll be our little secret.” He pressed a finger onto his lips, signaling that he wouldn’t tell anyone, “but make sure you don’t let her out again, I won’t be here every day to catch her.”

“Of course, of course! Thank you so much, Geto senpai!” Your eyes were teary from gratitude. He’s such a kind man, you thought.

But over the next few months, your cat kept escaping out of the dorms, such as when you’re in class, on a mission, or in the shopping mall. And every time you go to seek her, she’s always with Suguru, they seem to be in a really good relationship for some odd reason.

“Ah, your cat.” He says every time he sees you running his way, your cat in his arms or next to him. Satoru is sometimes near as well, threatening to tell Yaga about the cat if you don’t buy him the limited daifuku from the dessert store downtown.

Time in Jujutsu Tech went on until the summer of 2007. It’s been a year since the failure of the Star Plasma Vessel mission, Geto Suguru has not been looking right, he even stopped hanging out with your cat recently. You’ve asked him multiple times if he was alright but the only answer you’ve gotten was “summer stress”. What a dumb excuse, Suguru.

He got skinnier, his eye bags and dark circles deepened, and he sometimes even stopped tying his hair up in school.

“I’m always here to talk if you need me.” You told him, concerned.

Geto stared at your face, emotions hidden in his dark eyes, for a moment you swear you saw tears.

He hugged you tight in his embrace, his scent engulfing you. “Thanks.” He rasped out. You both remained silent for a while, and you broke the silence.

“I’ll be going on a mission this afternoon. Let's go eat soba after I come back.” You smiled up at him, and he nodded with a small chuckle.

“I think we should…” He started, “Maybe, would you…” He trails off, not finishing his sentence.

“Hm?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“No, nothing, I’ll tell you when you come back.” He smiled gently, as soft as a summer’s breeze.

I was going to go back.

I was going to tell him that I liked him too.

I didn’t want to die.

I had so many things I hadn't done yet.

You finally cried out in pain when the cursed spirit tore off your arm. Beads of hot tears rolled off your cheeks and onto the hard earth. It was a miscalculation of the curse’s grade, you couldn’t win alone. Regret washed over your exhausted body, you should’ve told him before leaving.

Geto Suguru was the last thought on your mind before your body was torn into pieces. Blood splattered within the veil, and a noxious stench spread through the area. Your remains are returned to Jujutsu Tech and later on cremated.

It seems like nobody was able to walk out of the summer of 2007.

Geto Suguru defected, he left everything behind and started the persuasion of his own life and goals. Except for your cat, he brought her with him, the only thing from Jujutsu Tech he brought with him. He cut off every last one of his way out, he even murdered his own parents to reinforce that mindset in his brain. He cannot turn back anymore, even if it’s Gojo Satoru who tried to stop him. Your cat was his only source of comfort for a while.

The cat lived for another 10 years after his defection, and the day before Christmas Eve, she died. Suguru suddenly laughed as he cradled her lifeless body, “Is that so?” he mutters, speaking to the cat as well as to himself. He stroked the cat’s fur one last time before handing her to the two girls he took in, who once adored the cat as well.

“Bury her.” He waved them off, a hand on his forehead in exhaustion.

When he sat alone in that dark alley on Christmas Eve, blood oozed out of his missing arm. ‘Pure love’, huh? How long has it been since he’s last heard of that word? I think you used to say it a lot… His life flashed before his eyes, how tragic, comical, and uninteresting. His best friend stood right in front of him, and he chuckled at his grand funeral for himself. Maybe it’s not bad to die in a way like this, he thought.

Geto Suguru looked at his best friend one last time, but this time he saw a white beam coming towards him — you. His eyes widened as he saw you running towards him, tears streaming down your face.

You were looking for something, something important. What was it again?

Oh, right.

He looked down at his lap, a cat resting there, nuzzling her head on him, purring.

“Ah… your cat…” he mumbles with his last breath before closing his eyes.

He heard his best friend laugh and sob into his hands, and the sounds gradually grew further and further away.

“Geto senpai!”

He opened his eyes again.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto x reader #geto suguru imagines #geto suguru oneshot #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #suguru geto #boa-h

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thecomfywriter · 5 months ago

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Why do you think Hilbert has so many simps?

okay! welcome to hilbert day! starting it off with a fun one. hi sol! thanks for the ask! let's get straight into it!

day five of tcw's 12 days of askmas--hilbert's peculiar fanbase [no spoilers]:

this is goofy because i think i actually know the reason why (unlike morreial). there are a couple of reasons i've picked up on for why hilbert has "simps".

(1) he's an interesting character:

i feel like this is the biggest factor, but i might be wrong. hilbert as a person might suck ass, but as a character, functionally for the narrative, he's FASCINATING. bro is mysterious. he's a villain, sure, but he's conflicting because in his pov, he's almost persuasive. not only towards alan, but (as i have experienced it) towards the reader as well. i feel like while reading hilbert's chapters, i found myself liking him more and justifying his existence in the story. he might be rotten to the core, but the guy exudes presence and a certain level of charisma that keeps him intriguing and entertaining.

plus, there's the entire desire to figure out what he's actually like. what is his true face? how does he look when he's not manipulating someone? who was he before the plot started? a big part of hilbert's character is the uncertainty behind his lore, which kinsa incites people to figuring him out. you almost want to make a definitive opinion about him, but each pov represents him in such conflicting ways, its hard to set your mind on if he's actually a good person or not. alan is deadset on believing hilbert has changed and wants to redeem himself. caramel refuses to even entertain the idea. morreial is just pissy at him, and cara has an odd sense of neutrality and fondness. soilaila hates him enough to try and mob him on the first day, but no one is actually arresting him for some reason. even without his limious status, he seems to hold the most power in this situation, and it begs the question why and how.

(2) bro was a dilf:

I KNOW THIS ANSWER IS WAY MORE UNSERIOUS THAN THE LAST ONE. LMAO. HEAR ME OUT.

hilbert in his prime is the entire reason why i personally started to feel conflicted about him. apart from being gorgeous (bruh... the luscious silver hair, the battle scars over his muscular body, the striking baby blue eyes, the slightly blushed cheeks and his maleficent smile? bye-- i had no business making him that majestic 😭😭), he also had this glory to him. there was a slight arrogance, but it almost felt like he deserved it. bro held the limious title for SIXTY YEARS. he went from being a nobody earth-elemental to one of the most powerful people in soilaila. he rose the ranks, got knighted by von doro herself, and became markum's biggest rival. he has this esteem to him that is simultaneously commanding and hot as balls.

THERE. I SAID IT. ARE YOU HAPPY?

all of hilbert's young chapters in sai just had me simping in the comments of the annotated draft LOL. i was so far gone it was embarrassing.

(3) the narrative:

the narrative purposefully tricks the audience a lot of the time, mainly because alan has the most chapters, and he sees hilbert in this truly respectable light. paired with how much magic hilbert knows, there's a certain degree of fascination to him that is naturally developed over the course of the book.

again, i could be totally wrong about all of these. for all we know, it was that one hilbert edit and the fact that bro has a v-line of the gods that caused him to develop his fanbase. you'd have to ask them. but these are personally my reasons for being on the fence with this guy. as i said previously, he's rotten to the core, but my god is he fascinating.

thanks for the ask, sol!

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darksturnioloqueen · 2 months ago

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Introducing...

Devil!Nick

Devil!Nick... Doesn't need an introduction. We all know him. Or so we think. Devil!Nick is a mystery. Only those who have met him for judgment can truly describe him. Some describe meeting him as a tense, morally complex, and unsettling experience that is life-altering. His knowledge of your weaknesses, desires, and fears can make you feel as though you're at his mercy. Their encounters have been noted to be filled with fear, temptation, or potential for significant loss—being forced to confront your own weaknesses, desires, and ethical limits. After an encounter with the devil himself, there’s often a sense of something being lost or corrupted. This could be your innocence, sense of purpose, or spiritual well-being. How your encounter plays out—whether it results in tragedy, redemption, or a simple moment of temptation—varies depending on you, the sinner, but it almost always ends with Devil!Nick winning.

Devil!Nick is the master of Deception: He is often described as a master of lies, manipulation, and deceit. He is believed to trick people into straying from the right path. Even if you resist the devil’s temptations, you might feel as though you're being constantly watched, pursued, or tested.

Devil!Nick... while condemning sinners, portrays himself as Malice: He is often seen as an embodiment of evil, wishing harm on others and seeking to cause suffering or destruction. Intimidating and Fear-Inducing.An overwhelming presence that instills fear of just being near him—unnerving. He is often depicted as a terrifying figure with monstrous features, including horns, red eyes, a tail, and a grotesque face. His physical form, being described as disturbing, could amplify the fear of the encounter.

Eternal Consequences: Many believe meeting him is more than a simple encounter—it’s a life-altering event. The consequences of such a meeting can be eternal, whether it’s damnation, the loss of one’s soul, or some other irreversible fate. The stakes are high, and the ramifications are often portrayed as being far beyond what a person can understand in the moment. Cunning and Intelligent: He is often depicted as highly intelligent, utilizing his knowledge to manipulate situations and people to his advantage. Charming. Persuasive. He is usually highly charismatic. He may appear calm, collected, appealing, reasonable, and even attractive at first. His words sound logical, making it difficult to discern his true intentions immediately. Prideful: His fall from grace is frequently attributed to his overwhelming sense of dignity. Making pride one of his assumed characteristics.

Devil!Nick has Ambiguity: In some interpretations of his character, he is not entirely evil but can serve as a figure of duality. The "duality of man" refers to the idea that humans possess a complex, often contradictory nature, encompassing both good and evil or opposing qualities within themselves, embodying both destructive and transformative aspects, thereby challenging the status quo.

Devil!Nick who... loves Temptation: His temptation is often framed as something seemingly irresistible, as though he knows your deepest desires and uses that knowledge to make his offers more enticing. He is frequently tempting to individuals who make poor decisions or indulge in harmful desires, leading them further away from virtue and moral integrity.

Devil!Nick who... has Seducing Power: He has a seductive power that entices people into his desirable manipulation.

Devil!Nick who... is seen as an Eternal Opposition to Good: He is viewed as the ultimate antagonist to good, virtue, and divine will. He is often portrayed as actively seeking to undermine or corrupt what is pure and righteous.

Devil!Nick who... commands The Shadows to move throughout Hell, carrying out his every will and executing his bidding. The Shadows are the only entities he allows to remain close to him, as they serve him with unwavering loyalty and obedience. He places his trust in them, knowing that they are bound to his desires and that their loyalty is unshakable. In Hell The Shadows are the closest semblance of companionship he has.

Devil!Nick who... chose Isolation: Many view the devil as existing alone, removed from others due to his rebellion, symbolizing loneliness and disconnection from the divine or others in general. Meeting him often leads to a profound sense of loneliness within yourself, whether physical or emotional. You may feel as though you’re separated from everything, left in the cold company of someone whose motivations are entirely self-serving. Someone empty.

A Defining Moment:

Meeting the devil is often framed as a defining moment in a person’s life, representing a choice that determines the course of their destiny. Whether they resist the devil or succumb to temptation, the encounter has a lasting impact, shaping their character, fate, or world forever.

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sketchfanda · 4 months ago

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

Kitty goes Nuts...chestnuts that is!!

Kitty Summers was not having a good day if you were to ask her and believe you me, you'd rather not get her started. It'd been going so well too, just a nice little weekend roadtrip to get some air, enjoy the scenery and all the beauty of nature while getting some space from the hectic small town life of Coxville. Not that things were bad, it'd just seemed like there was a sudden dynamics shift among her peers and some of the older women like her mom especially ever since what went down when Principal Long got exposed as a total pervert. The media had a field day and certain local boys of a similar persuasion were not having themselves a good and easy time with the females of Coxville, even some of their own women were seeming to not be wanting to put up with their pompous, pretentions sense of attitude and entitlement.

It was like one moment guys like Samson and Styles could talk shit and say all sorts of things about women then just whip out and flash their dicks like it was just fine to do so. Then the next it was like the women of Coxville had a veil lifted off of their eyes and were having none of this obnoxious, outright chauvinistic bullshit. Though for some reason her mom and Nurse Swallows seemed to have some major sense of pining and longing for somebody they'd met at the time it all went down. Quite frankly it was all very confusing so small wonder she thought she needed a little me time out on the road but right around when she got Satan City was when her trouble happened.

The issue being that she went just slighty a tad over the speed limit so the local cop on duty had her pulled over and yes, that officer was none other than Krillin. Hoping to not get a ticket, she began to put on the charm which made her the envy of many girls and the object of lust and affection for the boys and men back home but Krillin just wasn't anything like the meatheads back home. Not just writing her up a ticket for speeding but even giving an additional charge for attempting to bribe a police officer via flirting. Leaving the blonde cheerleader hottie aghast that her efforts failed so badly as she watched the compact cop leave out on his hover cycle as she looked at the offending fine in her hand....this would just not do!!

So of course the young Summers girl got herself an idea as the very next day at the SCP station, she snuck in with the intent to hunt down Krillin in order to get rid of the ticket. If coy, subtle come-ons couldn't get the job done, perhaps she needed to get a little more direct and forward. Maybe a little make-out and heavy petting perhaps, hell he was a rather cute looking little dude so what harm in a handjob? Maybe even a blowjob or a titfuck for good measure if he was packing decently enough in the cock and balls department....mercy, where was such a train of thought coming from?

That odd passing fancy aside, her sneaking about soon lead her to his office and finding herself hiding under Krillin his desk, wherein then she'd make her move to try to convince him to forget about the ticket. Now of course she knew she'd be lying to herself if she claimed she wasn't feeling giddy and maybe a little naughty playing out this whole thing like something out a porn movie. But that was just a bonus in her effort to get an annoying speeding ticket off of her record, besides which the guy was sure to be a quickshot soon as she got her hand around his shaft. Now all he had to do was show up, sit down and she could get right down to business.

Unfortunately that wouldn't be how it would workout in her favour as someone entered the office.....two seats of footsteps which meant he had company damnit!! Only to find one of the sets of feet in her line of sight was clearly that of a woman's shoes and before the bimbo cheerleader out of Coxville knew it, she was caught by who she'd later learn was Krillin's commanding officer Sargeant Nutz. Who was looking quite annoyed to have found her here and now, seems in addition to being a civilian sticking her nose in where she didn't belong that she also had bad timing. Krillin meanwhile seemed surprised and puzzled to find Kitty here, not having expected to see her again no doubt after having handed out a ticket to her.

Yet rather than reprimand her, the Sargeant seemed to have something of a wicked idea in mind, ordering Krillin to follow her while she dragged the subdued Kitty along, bringing both into her own office. The young Cox girl wans't sure how or why what happened next followed but next thing she knew, this lead to Krillin pounding her on Nutz' desk, the blonde cheerleader babe naked and getting it deep and hard as her moans were filling the office. Bent over the desk as the short king was mounted atop her, fucking her from behind with what was quite frankly, the biggest damn cock she'd ever seen like how in the hell did such a little guy like him have such a slab of meat?!!

But hot damn did it feel amazing, inches of womb hammering goodness sinking and pumping balls deep into her snatch which seemed to welcome this invader with greedy abandon. Her normally toned, flat stomach bulging with a sizeable bump due to the reach and depth of this meaty cock and her bubbly asscheeks clapping with the impact of that jackhammering pelvis. Pink hearts glowing in her eyes indicating just how well fucked she was feeling all the while Sgt.Nutz was watching on like a shameless voyeur. Cheering her shortstack subordinate on to ruin the bimbo for other men while she played with herself, eventually getting so horny that she couldn’t hold back any longer snd joined in to make into a threesome.

Eventually after a couple of rounds and several mins numbing, ecstasy overdosing orgasms later, Kitty had found herself managing to make an arrangement. Nutz would have the tickets overlooked and vetoed but in exchange, she’d provide community service which in this case meant something else entirely. Mainly that she’d provide sexual service and relief for Krillin as his personal fucktoy for the next 24 hours, to which the young Ms.Summers gladly accepted.

That 24 hours became a whole weekend and then a week before Kitty had finally felt satisfied that she'd worked off her debt from her fines....well so would be her excuse. Returning home to Coxville feeling sore and numb in all the right ways yet already missing Big Daddy Krillin as she found herself getting ideas. Maybe her mom wouldn't mind getting her a toy that'd remind her of him to fill the void..pausing on her drive home to find a Capsule Cocks' outlet store....displaying a proud stock on sale of Warrior Monk dildos and sex dolls. Something told the blonde that just maybe...she found the solution to her problem......

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Do It Like A Rabbit

Lola Bunny had a small but distinct list of things that would get you on her bad side. Now key among them was calling her “doll” of course, that was a fact any and everyone meeting her for the first time would learn personally the hard way. The other was implying in anyway shape or form about her promiscuity, aka that she was every bit that stereotype about bunny girls basically being in heat 24/7, so horny that she’d up and spread her legs for any dude with a set of cock and balls. In other words, thinking you could ask her if that stereotype about “doing it like rabbits“ could be proven true.

To sum up, calling her doll would see her own you on the bas court but trying to pick her up like she was an easy lay? Only way you’d be seeing those long, toned legs up close and personal was via a swift kick to the groin. No exceptions!! Of course that all went out the window courtesy of her regular one on one partner, a tall toned iced blue eyed blonde by the name of 18 of all things (Seriously who named their kids a number besides parents with dull brains?).

Once every Friday afternoon they’d meet up on the local public b-ball court in South city, trying to one up each other or together or on opposite sides in pairs or more with some other lady friends. Always eavesdropping or overhearing the woman share, in her opinion, way too much information about her sex life, talking about what she got up to behind close doors and locked windows with that husband of hers and the bunny babe could swear it was like the blonde was outright propositioning them to have a round or two with him, be it threesomes or one on one!! And whatever kind of picture she was showing them on her phone was a real deal sealer, that was for sure, which was likely why Lola decided to be impulsive and challenged 18 to a game of PIG, with a wager that if Lola lost? Then she’d take a plunge and see for herself if this Krillin guy was every bit the macho stud 18 hyped him up to be.

She figured she had this bet in the bag but she was wrong, oh so wrong, having lost by one damn letter!! So here she was, wearing her old team uniform at 18’s request slash demand of course visiting their house, her face a mix of annoyance and embarrassment as she was welcomed in by the smug looking blonde who looked like she was getting front row seats to a show. Soon as she came to the living room 18 called for Krillin to come in, saying she had something urgent she needed to run by him. Within second the man of the hour himself scrambled, presenting his compact self muscles and all.

Little more than a towel barely holding on around his waist, clearly having just been in the shower before his wife had called, both he and Lola soon wearing a deer in the headlights look on sight at one another which caused him to lose his grip on it. The latter on the other hand, feeling a switch go off when that towel dropped off, giving her an eyeful of what was likely the reason 18 was so high in proclaiming this man a sex god. You'd often hear the term 3rd leg thrown around but hot damn she couldn't help but wonder how the guy even contained length and girth like in any boxers or briefs, let alone pants. That is if her brain wasn't screaming at her to get right down to mate and breed because that meat was looking tastier than any carrot right about now!!

The next thing she knew, she was bent over the couch,naked and moaning her head off,hips moving like a rabbit babe possessed as she impaled herself on that jackhammering cock. Drooling as she wore a fucked silly expression on her face as Krillin say straddling her in his lap as his firm skilled hands groped her tits and ass and caressed her silky fur. 18 loving the sight as she recorded it on a camera, naked herself and fingering her pussy with her free hand as she took delight in her man once more displaying his alpha male status. Especially when he was soon taking Lola doggy style or rather rabbit style, showing that he didn’t simply do it like a rabbit. He did it much better as Lola screamed for him to utterly ruin her for other men and knock her up good and hard even calling herself his furry sex doll.

At this point her pride and dignity had drowned in lust and ecstasy as she was throwing her head back to moan deeply as she felt him blow his load and flood her womb...and this wasn’t even round 1!! The feisty tomboy rabbit girl soon finding herself going a marathon in her own personal pornographic montage with that cock putting her ass and her mouth through the wringer but ooh how could she not find him pounding her pussy the more addictive experience? Inches of that hot length and girth sinking and pumping balls deep into snatch's eager, welcoming embrace of sexual devotion while he filled her so deeply and fully that you could see a bump outlining the shape of his cock on her smooth stomach. To say nothing of the puddles of their mixed juices on the floor that weren't soaked into the material of the couch of course.

And that was before 18 had decided she'd watched enough before getting in on making this a threesome blonde sandwich for her short king husband. After she'd carefully placed the camera in such a way that wouldn't miss a single bit of the action of course and you can imagine a few days after that little wager forfeit, she'd remind Lola about it. In the form of a copy of it on dvd/bluray sent to her in the mail along with a letter stating she'd also sent a copy to Double Z studios, to her shock and disbelief of course. Yet any anger and annoyance she would feel would be cast aside when she decided to watch the amateur porno....and the phantom sensations of pleasure she felt doing so reminded her how badly she wanted Krillin to fuck her again......

So you can imagine her surprise when she'd gotten a phonecall from Zigzag herself not long after..right when she'd been in the middle of playing with herself of course. Blushing as she answered to find the tiger-skunk hybrid had simply LOVED the video and wanted to offer to do it all over again on the more professional set of her studio. A different blonde of course...and that it'd be with Krillin again, the bunny being let in on the fact that he was in fact Double Z's resident human stud Don Juan Sanchez. Now Lola wouldn't admit this out loud to anyone lest it got out through an ever fact distorting rumour mill grapevine....but it just so happened that Krillin's adult film alter ego was her favorite porn star, she even had a secret library of his work hidden in a footlocker under her bed.

So of course she thought about Zigzag's offer...for about all of 5 nanoseconds before she said yes!! Okay so getting into porn was never an item on her bucket list but a chance to get down, deep and wild with that cock all over again on maybe a regular basis? Sign her the fuck up doc because you just got yourself a new star!! Small wonder that she opted to break the news to her future co-star by sending her text saying "looking forward to working with ya" along with a saucy picture and video combo of her showing off her naked self from behind while she twerked her furry booty, making those cheeks clap a mating call to her chestnut stud.....

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Bat on Rouge

Rouge was, quite frankly, a cheeky little minx and troll of a bat and she damn well knew that was a fact. A notorious jewel thief with a penchant for leading the local fuzz on wild goose chases and what's more was how she hid in the public crowd without any of them ever realisiing she was in plain sight. After all a real master criminal never left a trace but for her, the biggest fun she found was her regular stomping grounds in Satan City especially when it came to messing with the local 5-0. Particularly that cute shortstack meathead Sanchez, he was just adorable when he got indignant with her coy flirting and snarky quips.

But oh to say nothing of the real cherry on top was finding out his dirty little secret, seems her verbal boytoy punchbag was a pornstar on the side. And not the really cheap, sleazy kind where everyone up to and including the camera guy had to get tested, oh no this was Double Z he was working for. One of the most primetime major brand name skinflick studios or would furflick be a better term? But oh to think Officer Cutie-Pie was so scandalous, what a neat fact to discover about him when she decided to fly above and spy on him, curious to see what he did with his day that didn't involve his police work. But of course that wasn't the only thing she learned about...ah, right Krillin was his name....whyd it'd feel like Chestnut was just such a suitable name for him?

Oh right might be because of the massive pair of them he was packing between that massive COCK of his, ooh did she get an eyeful spying on his filming shoot sessions. To say nothing of the fact the man seemed to be tapping ass on a daily basis even off the clock and the studio grounds, seems his, she had to say, quite sexy wife got off on him being such a stud. Hell the woman seemed like she was his pimp at times and she wasn't afraid to flash and throw that cash around when the mood suited her. It was then and there that Rouge was feeling quite...inspired to say the least, her brain turning its wicked gears with a an idea of such awful, wonderful preportions.

For Krillin of course, he was unaware what the bane of his existence had in store for him as he was too busy just enjoying the downtime whenever he could. The sort of peace and quiet to enjoy without worrying about some freak of nature who could wipe out all life on a planet with a gesture and just......make a living. Just so happened in addition to protecting and serving the public peace, he also happened to get jiggy and freaky with some sexy furry ladies, among others of course. Lately his work with Double Z had been a welcome haven from the hectic work on the force lately as a certain bat woman had been giving the department a lot of headaches....

So you can only imagine his shock and surprise when he called into the studio one day, ready for another round of Don Juan Sanchez working his way into many a horny lady's wet dreams. When who should he see sitting nice and comfy in a lazy-boy recliner getting worked over by the make-up department than that damn bat herself!! Rouge greeting him with a cheeky wink and flirty smile, blowing a kiss his way while Zigzag introduced her as their latest newcomer, who according to her was a big fan of his and really wanted to work with him personally for her debut. To say Krillin was annoyed was putting it mildly as he shot Rouge a look that simply screamed "All of my hate!!" which she took in stride like the smug crook she was.....

As they were prepping for their shoot, Rouge sensually whispered an explanation on how and why she was here to the flustered shortman teasing that she'd seen what he got up to in his private time. So of course she wanted a taste on her terms and what better way to have fun and make some money on the side than to be his co-star!! And what's more he couldn't prove she was the infamous jewel thief that'd plagued Satan city on a regular basis but hey bright side!! He could gett to enjoy her body in ways he never could have only dreamed of...

Now of course she knew she was geting under his skin to get him all riled up and the fact the script for their scenario involved a burglar and a security guard at a jewellery store she was breaking into was basically salt in the sounds. But that was the idea, she wanted him to absolutely hatefuck her, raw, deep and so damn hard that she'd be feeling numb below the waist for days!! So she could only imagine how he was feeling ready to explode soon as the director called "Action!!" and they got to the sex scene. She was sure he was going to want to own her naughty ass soon as they got started......

Well soon as they did, oooh it was even better than whatever fantasies she'd had running through her mind as the crew on set beheld in awe at their resident human stud was going down on the bat babe like an absolute beast!! Watching Rouge ride the lightning of absolute pleasure as the short king pinned her down and had his way with her from making her bounce on his cock cowgirl style to pinning her down prone bone or in a mating press, pounding her big, bubbly furry booty to make those cheeks clap against his piston pumping pelvis. Now Krillin wasn't normally so tense or rough with scene partners unless a script called for it and this one had required him "subduing" the thief but he couldn't help but vent all those frustrations the bat had caused him. Days to weeks of stress and hassle and now he was plowing her balls deep and having her scream and moan for him, now that was justice!!

But of course Rouge was ecstatic that her plan worked so well, already looking forward to the future scenes they'd be doing together. She'd really have to remember to thank 18 for arranging her that meeting with Zigzag and securing her that contract and all the blonde cyborg had asked for in return was 10% of her loot. A fair price to pay for having regular access to the one and only Don Juan Sanchez himself, now she could enjoy him in a way they wouldn't be able to in their whole game of cat and mouse without some contrived circumstances. The fact he was a damn good lay and hung like a sex god was of course almost as sweet as biggest gems she'd ever dreamt of......

And thus began a new, erotic and kinky aspect of Krillin and Rouge's devious feud, on the clock a law man and a jewel thief but on Double Z's grounds, a saucy minx and her favourite stud to troll for a little hatefucking. Yet in some weird way the more they'd work together, the more they'd bond and become closer, to say nothing how popular Double Z fans and viewers found their chemistry on screen. What can be said, they were suckers for the old enemies to lovers trope and it really showed on the camera. But that was another story for another time...to say nothing of how Maron came to love her Aunt Rouge, she always gave the most pretty presents....

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One Night in Roxanne

Now a thing most folks know are certain in life as much as death and taxes is that your kids get older and as they do so, naturally comes those little milestones like going to school and making friends. For the apple of 18 and Krillin's eye of course, their one and only child (that most people knew of anyway) Marron was no exception this and of course she had herself a close circle of friends. From highschool onward of course, be they kouhai or senpai alike, fellow classmates or just casual acquaintances, there was one thing they all each had in common. Mainly the fact they were down bad and thirsty as fuck for her Dad, like if they ever saw him campus, chances were you'd hear a quiet chant of "DILF!! DILF DILF DILF!!"......

Some just couldn't help themselves, what with hormones working their way and wreaking havoc with their growing, developing libidos but one couldn't deny these young ladies had taste. Sure what girls don't go through their phases when it came to their tastes in men, the likes of the bad boys, the heartthrob celebrities and especially of course, older men. But for some of them, Marron's dad just had it going on because if he could somehow manage to look cute and handsome and somehow score himself a wife like that? Well that was clearly a man worth considering being their stand to measure potential suitors by and it helped he was so damn approachable, affable and his work as a police officer made him a pillar of the local community.

And among her acquaintances and classmates, naturally there were few if any exceptions at all to this fact, key among them a lovely young sweet thing by the name of Roxanne. Now Roxie of course had never admitted or shown it in an outward sense but she couldn't deny she had something of a little puppy love if not a major crush on the man. So one can’t fault a girl for having good taste and in her case, those pesky hormones put some ideas in her head especially when her friend Lisa gifted her with access to to the blonde’s own Double Z studios account. And found quite a treasure trove of smut which only added fuel to her lust once she came upon Lisa’s favourited tag for the pornstar Don Juan Sanchez and started checking out some of his body of work.

She couldn’t quite place a finger on it but something about Don Juan rather remind her of Marron’s dad, they could pass for twins if it weren’t for the beard, the shades and the tattoo. But all the same he just gave off such Dilf energy though the fact she was checking out the flicks and shorts under the stepdad kink tag certainly wasn’t helping with her frisky libido. The cute redhead canine girl had pretty much felt addicted, making it her routine if and when she had time son as she got home after class to watch one Don Juan Sanchez film or short, it always helped her get to sleep…for good reason mind you. The shy babe rubbing snd pressing her thighs together as she counted down the hours every second and minute until she could cal it a day and get home for her erotic fix.

Tedious as it was, the wait was finally over as the final bell rang and with no pother plans after, Roxanne was able to make it home no problem and of course, there was a meal in the fridge she could hear and cook up as her dad would be working late as always. Meaning she had the house to herself and all the privacy she’d need without worry or interruption as one dinner later, she was sitting snug snd comfy in the living room. Bringing up the Double Z streaming app and debating should she start a new title or pick up where she left off on one of the lengthier ones. Her choice and decision were made for her as she found a shirt which seemed just tailor made for her, selecting a short film which starred DJS with a young woman that resembled her.

As the video loaded and buffered, the redhead breathed calmly in anticipation while undoing the fly of her jeans and slid one hand down the front, prodding her cameltoe with teasing rubs. The other massaging her breasts as the film soon began playing out, her mind immersing into the scenario with her in the female star's role as a schoolgirl with a not so secret lust for her stepdad. Coming home to find he was busy in the shower, unable to help herself as she snuck around to take a peek, drinking in the sight of his naked body teasingly hidden by the glass and steam to deny her the view of his cock. Before she felt curious as to what sort of women got Daddy Sanchez as she fished around his room and to her luck and delight, had managed to find his porn magazines and ooh such taste and variety Daddy had...she was bicurious enough to be able to know and enjoy the sex appeal of another woman, of that she was sure.

So much so that she couldn't help but play with herself, thinking of her stepdad having his way with these women but perhaps first, he'd take his time with her. Only to pause as DJS was seen standing right there in the doorway, a towel around his waist and clearly having just walked in to catch her in the act of being so slutty..and with his porn? Roxanne feeling aghast at having slipped up like this only for him to shoot her a stern look of....what was clearly lust as he suddenly dropped his towel right in front of her. Causing her to gasp as he flashed her with his raging hard cock as he made his way on over to her and grabbed her, pulling her in for a kiss which overwhelmed her something fierce. Feeling his hands working away on stripping her naked and the next thing she knew, her dirty, kinky fantasies were becoming a reality.......

The mental immersion was deep with Roxanne moaning as she easily fantasized herself in the actress' place, moaning in sync with the delicious, cheek clap and slay rhythm of Daddy Sanchez's big cock. Grasping and biting the bedsheets for dear life as her booty jiggled like jelly to the jackhammering pelvis of the stud mounted atop her and pinning her down on the bed. Melting her brain with the rush of pleasure flooding it, inch of that womb hammering, pussy wrecking, meaty slab of heaven working its magic on her to make her be Daddy's good little slutty girl. So willing to be at his fuck and call especially when the moment arrived and she came hard to the sensation of him blowing his load inside of her....

It was around this point Roxanne concluded her fantasy, panting as she opened her eyes and regained vision to see Don Juan and his co-star basking in the afterglow. Fishing her hand out of her jeans to behold her own hand soaked up to the wrist with her juices from having cum so damn intensely, debating if she could ask Lisa about getting her one of those Warrior Monk or Don Juan toys. At this point her own hand could only do so much for her as she finished her viewing session and went to clean up any evidence of her activities just in case. One shower and putting her clothes into the laundry and she was off sleeping snug as a bug and dreaming sweet, naughty little dreams.....

Dreams of some of her favourite Don Juan Sanchez scenarios, those sensual, passionate scandalous intimate liaisons with the short Daddy rocking her world. At times even finding his appearance shift into that of Marron's dad which if anything only made her fantasies even spicier. It was routine for her as would be waking up to sweaty, sticky bedsheets and playing with herself in the shower before breakfast and school. Refuelling her naughty sweet tooth just thinking of her ideal man, over and over....wondering if there ever may yet come a chance her fantasies could become reality....

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thezombieprostitute · 8 months ago

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New Moon - Part 2

Summary: You wake up after being attacked and find out werewolves do exist and you're now one of them.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

A/N2: The tags from the previous chapter indicated Beck was an Omega but I'm retconning that a bit to have him be a Beta.

Warnings: Hospital setting, Implied violence

Part 1 -- Part 3

The next week is a muddle of eating, sleeping, and learning how to live with your improved senses. Hal, Jake and Chris are all very patient with you and very respectful as well. You'd asked about female accompaniment but, apparently, some tropes are real and female werewolves are few and far between. But all three of them were gentlemen and always respected your boundaries, for which you were grateful.

In some ways you felt like a teenager going through puberty again. Your body was building new muscles and you frequently underestimated your strength. Your proprioception was incredibly off. Meanwhile your appetite was off the charts and you had no sense of a circadian rhythm as your body kept deciding to fall asleep at random times for long hours.

Whenever you were awake the guys worked hard to help you adapt to everything. You lost count of how many times Hal had to catch you because you were stumbling over your own two feet. Jake was a big help when it came to relearning scents. And Chris was always quick with an answer to your question of "what's going on?" You'd often cry in frustration and he'd explain to you while Hal held you and purred and Jake held your hand, providing water or food if you needed it. They were quite the effective care team.

The next full moon was coming up quick and you were scared. The last full moon was nothing but pain followed by weeks of, essentially, physical therapy.

"I won't sugar coat it," Chris cautions. "This next full moon will be tough for all of us. You've developed more of that werewolf strength and you're likely to grow full claws and fangs this time around. It's going to be painful for you, of course, but it's also going to be more dangerous for us. So our focus is going to be on keeping you calm and trying to mitigate the pain."

"That's part of the reason we've been doing scent training," Jake adds. "Gotta know which ones aggravate and annoy as opposed to being neutral or calming."

"Why can't you just restrain me for all of it? If it's so dangerous, shouldn't I be shackled to the bed or something?"

Chris shakes his head, "your fight or flight response is going to go into overdrive during all of this. Restraining you with manacles or something will only make it worse. You're much more likely to hurt yourself and then still hurt us."

"But that's a big part of why I'm here," Hal adds. "Young moons, such as yourself, are much more prone to influence from Alphas. Hopefully my purring will be enough but I do have Alpha commands if needed."

"Commands?"

"Both Alphas and Omegas have something," Chris jumps in. "When you were first found, Aisha, an Omega, tried to use her Omega tone to calm you down. They also have a kind of purr as well. Alphas, like Hal here, can bark an order that every fiber of your being will want to obey."

"Do Betas have anything?"

"We have an intelligence bonus," Jake smirks. "Alphas and Omegas both get bonuses to charisma, one for intimidation, the other for persuasion, but Betas get intelligence."

"And werewolves, in general, get a bonus to constitution, strength and wisdom-perception?" Your knowledge of Dungeons and Dragons is limited but you think you know what Jake is talking about.

This is confirmed when his face lights up, "you play D&D?!"

You give a small smile, "just some 5th edition stuff."

Jake grabs you for a hug. "When you're accepted into the pack, you're joining me for game nights!"

Part 1 -- Part 3

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

#werewolf au #jake jensen #hal carter #chris beck #female!reader #alpha!hal carter #beta!jake jensen #beta!chris beck

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finitefantasy · 6 months ago

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still thinking about all the ways veilguard stripped this game of any dragon age identity... like some of these being removed on their own would be tolerable because the series does love to transform with each game but together it's so bleak:

no skill checks, at all. no traps, no persuasion checks, no intimidation. everything is just about straight forward combat where even the elements have little value in terms of strategy

likewise, companion disapproval is almost non-existent. most conversations can ONLY boost your bond with your companions, most in game choices are just evenly split between approval and disapproval for all companions. while a major component is "if you don't befriend everyone enough, they might die," it is agonizing hard to actually fail to do so unless you just do not engage with them at all. companions cannot choose to leave you, you cannot deliberately choose to kill anyone

every companion is working towards the same goals and agrees with each other (or at least gets to the point of agreeing with each other by act 2), so there is no friction or bickering among companions. you have no reason to want to kick someone out, no one betrays you, no one pushes against your rook... ever

likewise, this game has no sociopolitical conflict. there's war but it's not really ideological or delved into when it is. elf oppression is window dressing, at best, but often not even that. mage-non-mage/templar conflict is gone. all templars are good unless they're corrupt. there's no fall out with the wardens from the last game ("well they're northern wardens not hte southern wardens!" okay, so it shouldn't be addressed... at all??). the chantry is fine. the most you get is magister stuff but it's shallow and it's effectively reduced to "don't worry kitten mae/dorian have got it fixed."

likewise, this game lacks a lot of culture. we learn LORE about the dalish and the qun but not much culture. like the qun actually viewing taash as MAN and not a woman isn't addressed and their struggle is much more modern than qun/rivaini based. previous dalish rituals are ignored because "that's another clan" but really they just wanted a new braindead puzzle.

this game lacks a class system as well. warrior/mage/rogue are just action gameplay choices, they don't have unique interactions with the actual world like solving puzzles. no traps, nothing to be bashed, no use for magic in the overworld.

that broke the typical three companion system. now with just two companions, banter is only ever the two companions directly addressing each other and not a conversation between three people. rook is rarely a consideration in their dialogues. which are almost all friendly or curious.

you only ever talk to companions to figure THEIR shit out, your character is barely ever a consideration for any of them (to the point of them not noticing you've been hallucinating).

your character has an extremely decided personality--you cannot choose to be cruel or blunt or disagree with anyone--most dialogue options are extremely similar and are just... a wee bit different in tone. which honestly makes the lack of companion interaction WEIRD because there's less reactions to you to program in--most rooks, in the actual game, have the same canon personality

and there's MUCH MUCH more limited choices, so there are less friction points. this game lacks so much intentional choice, almost everything is either "no good choices, everything is equal" or it turns into a dozen choices crammed into the final act of the game that all seem innocuous but have the most deadly results. it's hard to think of ANY choices that iwll be imported to the next game because almost all of them involve killing characters. and it's clear bioware has no interest in moving forward with charactrs who are only alive in some world states. world states are dead.

you know what's also dead? romance and sex. this game is the least sexual with the most low quality romance. DAO INNOVATED with sex and especially gay sex and this game has regressed. "oh you're just horny," sex is being railed against in media and this game seems to have given in for no reason? for a game that has a "nudity on/off" toggle, the only nudity is a topless afab rook in a single scene IF you choose to make their underwear topless. everything else is undies on and fade to back regardless. there are no endgame kisses, no endgame romance scenes besides re-iterated love confessions before the final battle. your romance gets no post-final battle scene

the game just... stops post-final battle and also just fades to black. the "epilogue" slides are literally just summaries of choices you made IN THE GAME! they just address the choices you made in personal quests, they don't really say what happens... after. i know epilogue slides didn't exist for all games but somehow this is worse

because this game is a "soft reboot" it seems like instead of adding new content or building up on most tings before, all new lore and information we get is just resolving and ending old arcs. every thing new and additional we get is effectively them shutting the door on the concept. everything that is a step towards the dragon age is simultaneously a step away from it in the next game, a slow mo transformation to a general fantasy franchise

#veilguard spoilers #dragon age

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amelias-calamity-quintet · 10 months ago

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Ah, Marela. There is so much coming up with her in the Nayru's Temple arc. Y'all know so little about her. I promised y'all she had a full character sheet, and I still can't tell you every reason why. For folks new to MoaH, Marela is Zelda's head attendant and best friend.

We're having so much fun messing with expectations with Marela. As the first named Zora woman in the story, series expectation says she should have a crush on Link. Marela is in fact not interested in men at all. That doesn't mean she's not interested in any Marksmen.

Marela is an absolute gossip and we love her for it. She is also one of those people that ships people in real life (actively doing so in story too).

Marela and Zelda have been friends since childhood, for backstory reasons that will make more sense soon. At the very least, the two studied spellcasting together, and so Zelda has a lot of enchantments that she designed for Marela, or helped Marela research. Marela's water teleport ability is one of those.

While there hasn't been too much of Marela's magic shown off, she is a talented seamstress (for cultural reasons), and a lot of her magic manifests in her sewing. It is a specific type of magic that Zelda is actually not that good at. Currently. Mechanically, this would be largely illusion spells.

Marela's combination class is a mixture of College of Eloquence and a custom subclass I still need to build. Both the subclass and the hybrid would reveal too much, but once y'all figure out her backstory, there might be some clues.

Bard was actually a really hard pick for Marela, she was tied with another class, but there would be too many ??? for the sheet to be really intelligible at that point. Also once I did the math on Jack of All Trades and Expertise, Bard was better. Persuasion and Insight on the Expertise by the way. Only one other person who can keep up with her in that regard.

Starting feat is Actor because she's dramatic like that. +2 CHA, +1 DEX

This also becomes clearer once there are more Zora women in the story, but screw gender dymorphism in fantasy. Marela has shark teeth like we see Zora men have. There are also Zora men and women of varying heights, to include shorter Zora men and taller Zora woman (like up to the height of Sidon comparatively).

Lots of races in MoaH have wider trait variants that they can't have in games for things like asset limitation reasons. Zora are one of those and Zora have traits reflecting multiple kinds of fish besides just sharks. Marela's traits are inspired by beta fish and jellyfish.

#markofahero #legend of zelda #loz: original legends #fanfic writing #fanfic #zelda #zelda fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #wattpad #original legends #the legend of zelda #zelda fandom

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mariacallous · 27 days ago

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Europe needs a Walter Lippmann.

In his 1943 book, U.S. Foreign Policy: Shield of the Republic, the famous American journalist and political thinker persuasively argued that foreign policy ought to be balanced—that is, a state’s foreign commitments must match its power. When a gap arises between commitments and power, the culprit state pursues a foreign policy that invites danger because its aspirations abroad are not backed by its power. For Lippmann, the United States had a tendency throughout its history to conduct such an unbalanced policy. But today, it is Europe’s foreign policy that is, to use Lippmann’s word, “insolvent.”

Europe’s foreign commitments and aspirations are clearly not backed by any real ability to promote them—or, when needed, defend them. They are all based on utopian notions both of international relations, envisioned to be naturally harmonious, and of power, seen as an infinite reservoir of Europe’s own attractiveness rather than the limited and consumable resource that it is. But as Lippman noted, foreign commitments “may in the last analysis have to be met by waging war” and thus, the required power has to be sufficient “to prevent such a war or to win it if it cannot be prevented.” Europe cannot meet its commitments, and thus it has an insolvent foreign policy.

Until some belated and insufficient recent changes, military expenditures in most European Union countries were on a long, steep, downward slope since the late 1980s, averaging a minuscule 1.3 percent of GDP between 2014 and 2018. Decades of underinvestment in defense mean that even a slow increase in spending will not address the enormous military weakness that has been generated.

Europe’s Lippmann gap has two effects on the continent’s geopolitical fortunes. First, it creates deep internal rifts. Lippmann thought that an unbalanced foreign policy creates new domestic divisions and reinforces old ones, resulting in factional support for very different strategic outlooks. Society tends to unify behind a reasonable (that is, balanced) policy. Many of Europe’s current divisions over foreign policy are, at least in part, because its commitments extend beyond its means, and thus discussions on security amplify disagreements on other, less significant issues, including fish.

The second effect of an insolvent foreign policy is that it invites aggression. A foreign commitment without matching power is a bluff waiting to be called by a competitor. An insolvent foreign policy, therefore, weakens the state internally and at the same time invites enemies to probe the state’s perimeter defenses. Wars are often the result.

For the past three decades, Europe’s security appeared to be outwardly unaffected by its vast capabilities gap because of the role played by the United States as the continent’s guarantor and backer, from the wars in then-Yugoslavia in the 1990s to the 2011 war in Libya. The past decade has similarly been relatively blissful for Europe as the United States fought the Islamic State, managed the Syrian civil war, and armed Ukraine in its defensive war against Russia. More recently, Washington has been attempting to reopen the Red Sea shipping route—vital to European commerce—that has been under Houthi threat since 2023. Europe was and is secure only because the United States makes it so. But this is “unearned security,” to use another phrase from Lippmann’s book phrase.

The United States experienced a similar unearned security in the 19th century. Washington made foreign commitments in the Western Hemisphere all the way to the Philippines, but it had little or no national power behind them. For most of the 19th century, there were no major external threats to U.S. security, and thus the world’s balance of power appeared distant and even irrelevant, even though the achievement of U.S. independence was made possible in part by a beneficial European balance of power. Throughout the 19th century, Eurasian potentates, such as the dying Spanish empire, were relatively weak and unable to threaten oceanic sea lanes, which in any case were protected by British sea power ruling the waves. U.S. security was not underwritten by the United States.

The problem with such unearned security is that it ultimately has a pernicious effect on the state that appears to benefit from it. By the time of World War I, Americans had become intellectually lazy, never having to consider the difficult trade-offs that come with strategic thinking. Lippmann considered the first decades of the 20th century to be a story of “national failure” to balance commitments and power, in the end resulting in the unexpected U.S. participation in two world wars. As Lippmann put it, “We came to think that our privileged position was a natural right, and then to believe that our unearned security was the reward of our moral superiority.”

Even more so, Americans came to disdain the very idea of the hard work of security provision. Lippmann noted that they “came to argue, like the idle rich who regard work as something for menials, that a concern with the foundations of national security, with arms, with strategy, and with diplomacy, was beneath our dignity as idealists.” Only the United States’ entry into World War II, the start of the global Cold War, and the specter of nuclear Armageddon finally knocked Americans off their lofty pedestal.

Europeans’ euphoria at the apparent success of their political and economic project of peaceful unification ignored that it was all made possible by U.S. backing. European harmony flourished with U.S. money and arms protecting its frontiers and regions beyond. Many Europeans came to think that their security and well-being was a natural right—a reward for their moral superiority. Enemies, in their view, were not deterred by U.S. military power but rather attracted by Europe’s discovery of a progressive path toward cooperation and peace.

This was lazy thinking. But there was little price to pay, because until around 2008, Russia was focused on its own internal problems, not its imperial aspirations. The southern arc from the Maghreb to the Levant was relatively stable, keeping the Mediterranean secure. China was still recovering from Maoist autarky and backwardness, and the United States had no competitors. But this geopolitical condition is no longer in place.

Moreover, Europe—thinking that security was free—aspired for more and extended commitments that it could not back. The tragic case of Ukraine is the latest and most telling example of this Lippmann gap at work. Kyiv asked to join the EU four days after the start of the full-scale Russian attack in February 2022, a completely understandable move on Ukraine’s part. The EU accepted the request and granted the status of candidate country to both Ukraine and Moldova a few months later. In June 2024, the EU agreed to begin negotiations on Ukraine’s membership.

These are grand commitments, reflecting idealistic aspirations that are undoubtedly shared by many Ukrainians and Europeans alike. But it is questionable whether the claims and lofty pronouncements are backed by actual material power—in particular, military capabilities and the will to use them. Europe conducts a highly insolvent foreign policy. The Lippmann gap is glaring, and Russia has been taking advantage of it since it first invaded Ukraine’s Crimea Peninsula in 2014. It is likely to continue to do so.

Europe’s insolvency is equally visible in the wider Mediterranean region, where it cannot stop the ongoing migration crisis despite its deleterious effects on domestic politics. In the Red Sea, the European response to the attacks by the Iran-backed Houthis has been negligible, even though around 40 percent of Asia-Europe trade, including critical energy imports, normally uses that route. Yet Europe is effectively avoiding any serious effort to restore security in this strategic maritime passage.

The commander of the EU Naval Force—composed of three ships and theoretically in charge of keeping the sea lane secure—has demonstrated Europe’s utopian views toward hard-power realities. “We are protecting global common goods like the freedom of navigation,” he stated in early April. Yet he also insisted that “we are not fighting the Houthis. … We have never injured any Houthis during all these actions that we have taken in that area.” This is the perfect encapsulation of the Lippmann gap: big claims, no effective power.

The solution to foreign-policy insolvency is to claim less and/or do more. But some of Europe’s foreign commitments are difficult to renounce at this point. In Ukraine’s case, for instance, Russia’s offensive makes a retreat of the European foreign-policy commitment highly dangerous. To reject such commitment would gift Russia the greatest strategic victory since its 1945 march on Berlin. Similarly, the importance of the Red Sea and Indian Ocean sea-lanes cannot be simply wished away; European economies depend on the safe passage of ships through those waters. And to ignore North Africa and the Levant will only result in greater uncontrolled migration into Europe.

The only path for Europe, therefore, is to do more—that is, to rapidly grow the power of its militaries to cover its foreign-policy commitments. To reach an arbitrary spending number, such as 3 percent or even 5 percent of GDP to defense expenditures, can no longer be claimed as a success. Those were numbers befitting an age of unearned security—when the highest aspiration was a political compromise within the NATO alliance that was acceptable to a European political class unwilling to make the case for defense to its own electorates. That age is gone.

To cover the gap, Europe—like the United States over the past few decades—will have to accept higher debt. Historically, as researchers who conducted a recent study by the Kiel Institute for the World Economy observed, military spending has rarely been financed by reductions in social expenditures. Rather, the most common path to rearming has been a combination of higher debt and higher taxes. A fiscally conservative preoccupation with a balanced budget is admirable—but in some historical moments, it becomes suicidal, as British disarmament in the 1930s demonstrated. Europe, and Germany in particular, would do well to lift its stringent fiscal rules. The danger, as Lippmann wrote in 1943, is that “spendthrift habits” lead to “the bankruptcy of a total war.”

Some of Europe’s complacency and idealism may be subsiding, and recent discussions in Berlin and Brussels to create new financing mechanisms for defense spending are encouraging. But the squabbling over the amount and specifics of such financing, including whether to issue common debt, is worrisome, because it ignores the urgency of rearming. Europe’s insolvency is not a future, far-off reality. There is already a large-scale war on Europe’s eastern frontier and festering instability on its southern one.

Finally, Europe’s security insolvency is not just Europe’s problem. It confronts the United States with an enormously difficult decision. Washington can be drawn into the problems created by Europe’s choices but in the process deepen its own Lippmann gap of global commitments and limited power. Or it can maintain U.S. solvency by lowering its commitments to solve Europe’s problems. U.S. Vice President J.D. Vance’s grumbling in the now-famous Signal group chat that the United States was “bailing Europe out again” by attacking the Houthis matches percolating U.S. disappointment in Europe’s inability to address its own immediate problems.

The faster that Europeans rearm, a contemporary Lippmann would tell them, the better it will be not just for Europe, but also for the trans-Atlantic alliance.

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