#for the innocent people dragged into this

[grendil9]

"removing the constitution from the website" it's stuff like this that gives hints to goy, just enough to keep the smarter ones quiet and uninterested, that all of the insane "reactions" are indeed the true and sole purpose of "the government" otherwise known as polslop.

You're supposed to say "Uh, actually, they were just taking the constitution down for maintenance". You're supposed to say that. They need you to say that, you dumb slave. The purpose of people talking about how they did that is to make you comment. The purpose of them removing the constitution for a few hours or whatever, and then drawing attention to it in every post by every liberal-team bot on social media, is to make you comment. There was no maintenance, they need your comments. They need your belief. There are no teams, one single entity decides on which funny things to do to keep you commenting, and this is just one of them.

Every "event" like this, is just, quite literally, just a dumb show. Browbeating the weak and innocent into insane beliefs, culminating in self-castration (trans), and demoralizing the intelligent and capable into submission. Making the more perceptive goy say: "Maybe we deserve this dumb show that hurts people and conquers peoples minds, after all look how effective it is on my foolish brothers and sisters."

Polslop's existence renders the masses incapable of unity. There's no chance people who actually believe the dumb polslop, and all the stupid cartoon characters like trump and michelle and biden and shit, and people who don't believe in any of it, could ever really get along outside of immediate necessity. And of course they're so easily mislead already.

The "trump will save us" people are a damned people. Anyone who believes that government is real is going to be left behind by God. It's idolatry. It's a gay drag show with trump making gay drag queen insults for Adult Men to lap up. It just fucking sucks, way worse now that all the pageantry disappeared with Obama. It's just so gay and hopeless and demoralizing. How could you still believe government is real? How can you believe that that wailing shemale bag makes any important decisions at all. What a joke!

As far as I'm concerned if you believe that any single actor or group of actors in any government in the world makes any decision at all, you're defeated. You're ruled by evil. Every politician on earth is a golem with a round golem-male body or stick-thin emaciated golem-female body. They just exist to zombie-walk around on stages with their flabby soulless conscienceless corpses, and beautiful expensive masonic suits, and shoulder-pads, and colorful occult-meaning ties. Sometimes they'll read off a script, written by an AI and approved by a Skeksis boy, to keep you talking and confused and angry.

That is their sole purpose. They take your energy and torment you when you're in the shower or in bed, with their dumb meaningless plotlines that never go anywhere. Distracting and misleading the people. No "news story" they show you publicly isn't planned years and sometimes decades in advance. Or otherwise is just some spur-of-the-moment oneoff joke by some rabbi. That's all there is to it.

If it's on "the news" you can believe without a doubt that it's a planned hoax. There are no exceptions. If it actually happens, it doesn't go on the news. Real events that genuinely happen aren't spread to the public, because real events have too many unknowns. A real event could wake people up, so real events are smothered. Likewise real "leaders" of any kind are hunted down, gangstalked, electronically tortured, and driven to low-energy lifestyles, effectively "removing them from play".

I suppose I can't blame people who suffer the false belief that politics and democracy are real. After all the Skeksis are constantly poisoning the water supply. But it's still an evil thing, and it dominates so many minds, and there's really nothing more to it than just a dumb show.

As an observer from outside of America I'm genuinely quite astounded at how quickly things seem to be ramping up. I don't know why but I believed they would have a cold period where they'd just act like everything is normal before going full with their ideas.

But nope. Straight in to removing the constitution from the website; talking about raiding the homes of immigrant families; removal of the reproductive rights page; saying there are only 2 genders and now it seems they have the intention to make it so women can only get birth control with the permission of their husbands, fathers or a priest.

Thereby completely destroying years of good work for, not only reproductive rights, but women's health care as a whole.

This is only day 2 of the Presidency.

We are in for a long, painful, ride.

[aimfor-theheart]

mafia au with bodyguard vi i am gnawing on the bars of my enclosure

anon i’m trying to distract myself on this flight so here take this little drabble bc i can’t get bodyguard!vi out of my mind 😖

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You laze at your vanity, languid like a cat; taking your time to get ready. Your hair is half undone. You’re still in your sheer, dark tights and bra—some jewelry hanging from your bare skin, some still scattered on the vanity in front of you. Your martini glass gleams alongside the pearls in the lowlight of your bedroom.

You’re powdering your face when someone knocks.

“Come in,” You say, despite your state of undress.

When Vi enters, you catch her eyes in the reflection of your vanity mirror.

She curses a little, averting her gaze. You smile, slow and mischievous.

“You know, usually when people are undressed, they don’t tell someone to stroll into their bedroom.” Vi remarks.

“Oh, but I knew it was you.” You respond innocently.

She huffs a bit of a laugh. You see a muscle feather in her jaw. She’s still looking away from you, but there’s something in her face—it lurks around the edges of her expression, like she’s trying to keep it hidden.

(Hunger looks good on her.)

“I’m your bodyguard, princess. I should be standing outside your door while you get ready like this.” She says and you’ve found that she likes to tell you about what she should do with you. She likes to tell you what’s proper, as you lure her into something improper.

“Oh, relax. Have a drink, would you?” You retort, lifting your martini glass to her in the mirror as if to demonstrate. You take a sip, lemon twist and flowery gin hit your tongue in a cool burst. “I wanted company while I finish getting ready.”

She lets go of a hard sigh. “You’re trying to get me killed. Your father would have my head.”

“Good thing he’s not around tonight, then.” You hum, finally returning to your preening and powdering.

“Would you at least put on some clothes for me?” Vi asks the ceiling and really it’s almost—funny, how chivalrous she’s trying to be. Gentlemanly. She still hasn’t looked your way.

Well, that won’t do.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy.” You coo, finally turning from the mirror to face her. “Not with your reputation…”

She barks out a laugh.

“I’m being paid to protect you.” Vi reiterates and you think, at this point, she’s reminding herself more than you.

“So you can’t keep me company while I get ready?” You ask sweetly.

Her eyes cut to you before she can stop herself, a flash of blue lighting. When she takes you in, it’s with a hitched breath. Her eyes skip down the curves of your body. She looks away again.

“You’re not sly, sweetheart. I know your game.” Vi says, dragging a hand through her hair, tousling it further.

You let go of an overdramatic sigh, “Fine, fine. I’ll dress.”

And with that, you saunter to your wardrobe, where the slinky little dress you’ll be wearing tonight hangs. It’s midnight purple, shimmering like dark water at night. You pull it from the hanger and carefully slip it on. But in the back, it hangs open, zipper undone.

Your eyes cut to Vi—she’s still turned away and you trace the broad lines of her back. The sliver of her tattoo that starts at the nape of her neck.

“Vi,” You say her name so lightly, “will you help me?”

When she looks at you, it’s of the open back of your dress, all your bare skin and the silk. The lacy back of your bra—the shadow of your matching panties beneath the tights. You peek over your shoulder demurely.

Vi swallows hard.

But still, she approaches. Her footsteps are slow, heavy. And then she’s behind you and you can almost feel her, feel her warmth. You stay perfectly still for her—waiting, breath held—

The touch of her fingers against the bare skin of your lower back makes your lashes flutter. She takes the zipper in hand. With her other hand, she smoothes the fabric of the dress, palm open against the curve of your waist.

Slowly, she pulls the zipper up along your spine.

When she’s done, she settles that hand on your waist, too. Holds you.

“You’re such trouble.” She murmurs, squeezes a little into the soft give of your hips.

“I just needed your help.” You say, bedroom soft.

This little, frustrated groan works its way out of her throat. Your stomach flips, thinking of what it might sound against your throat, or inner thighs. She hangs her head and for a moment, you think she might close the rest of the distance, might let her lips fall to the nape of your neck, or press her chest all against your back—

Instead, she’s gone. Hands off you, held up like she’s trying to show she’s innocent, as she takes a few steps away from you.

She sinks into one of your loveseats—the one that faces the vanity.

“Finish getting ready, princess.”

And for once, you listen to her. You finish pinning your hair. You finish your makeup and add your jewelry. You drink the rest of your martini, the warmth of alcohol hitting you sweet and hot, somewhere in your chest.

When you’re finished, you nudge your stocking clad foot in her direction.

She knows, instantly and moves to you. She eases to one knee, and takes one of your heels in hand. She pulls your foot into her lap, then she deftly eases the shoe onto your foot. She buckles the strap around your ankle dutifully. She does the other one with the same, methodical devotion.

She looks up at you from her knees, your ankle still held in her rough palm. “Happy?” She asks.

“Endlessly.” Your smile is a cat’s curve, a crescent moon.

“You’re so spoiled.” Vi says, adjusting the strap of your heel, so it sits perfectly.

“I like to be taken care of, that’s all.” You say primly.

She snorts at that, and squeezes your ankle in her strong hand. “Princess?” She says, eyes dark and imploring, looking up at you—

It’s such a good look on her. Like this, on her knees.

“Hm?”

She stands slowly, now towering over you. You slowly tip your head back to look up at her. And she even takes your chin in hand, makes you hold her eyes.

“Don’t run off tonight.” She warns.

Your smile turns sharp—eyes dancing with mischief.

“But you always did love a good chase.”

(Hunger looks good on her.)

[eeboyysworld]

Hello! Hope you're having a nice day. If you're taking requests, could i ask for Dae-Ho x male reader? Thank you! :)

“ I know you wanna kiss me-“

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Genre: Smut

Kang Dae-ho X Male!Reader

Cautions/Warnings: Praise kink, Enemies to (not) lovers, Teasing, Hair pulling, hand job, Dae-ho pops a boner and you’re the most decent person to help.

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Pain swirled inside your ankle, a purple mark forming there. You just had to twist it , didn’t you.

the previous game left a huge mark on you, a large turning compartment in the middle of the room.

Mingle, that’s what it was called.

People fighting for their life’s, shoving and pushing innocent (or not) people into the ground, that includes you. Getting slammed to the hard ground froze you on the spot, the pain coming in waves.

You would had died. If it wasn’t for the man , whom you had bothered the past days of being in this hell hole, saved you.

Getting out of his own way to drag your limp body into the blood covered room.

Dae-ho, Cheery despite the situation, cracking jokes but remains serious when needed. You didn’t know him outside these games, but being divided into two groups, ‘x and o’ , you had no choice but to dislike them.

You voted to stay inside the games, the debt and reality of the outside world crashing down on you. It was stupid , voting for your own death.

You had every reason to thank him endlessly for giving you another chance at life, bowing towards him.

Despite the brawls the two of you got in, he shook the past aside , reassuring that ‘you would do the same for him.’

———

The bed you resided on was comfortable enough to rest on, the metal underneath the thin material digging into you.

The state your foot was left in wasn’t half bad , considering it had been a couple hours since then.

The bruise still contrast to your skin.

Rice mushing around your mouth, the flavour dull as you could taste the fork more than the food.

Swashing it down with a bottle of milk.

Your bottom became sore after sitting on it for the past hours , during the time passing you had been accept into this little group.

Diverse people combined into one alliance, to stop the games. The new faces marking a memory in your head.

A few of them offering their bread and milk towards you and another young girl.

Flustered under their gazes, smiling accepting the offer with a thanks.

Sluggishly nibbling the crust, zoning in and out of conversations. You tried your best to not get attached to them, dreadfully knowing sooner or later you’ll all die.

Despite the Traumatic scenes that unfolded Infront of all of you, one person lifted the mood.

The smiling marine kept making advances towards you, keeping you company.It was sweet, the two of you talking about the past and hopes for whatever future you could get.

Guilt crept at you, apologizing for the harm you caused.

“This place can make a person crazy.” Patting your upper thigh as he spoke,” I don’t blame you, we were on different sides only trying to survive.” His gaze felt heavy, lowering your own head, attention drifting to the ,used to be, white shoes.

“If I could..” stammering the words out,” In any way- I would repay you.” Your leg involuntary bouncing.

He paid no response, staring off into the distance, eyes glinting with uncertainty.

The silence between you guys hadn’t flatter, even with the voices and shouts in the background.

You guys sat like that until an announcement rang, lights dimming as the hallway lights shined through, casting a glow just enough to navigate.

Having the need to stay up, you accepted the challenge of fighting sleep to keep watch. Nestling yourself in between two bunk beds.

The night rolling on , countless snores and conversations could be heard.

An hour in of keeping guard, flinching when a hand slapped your shoulder, suddenly becoming aware of your surroundings.

Dramatically exhaling as the familiar face appeared before you. “Ah..you scared me.”

A nervous chuckle left him, slotting himself beside you. He felt off, energy leeching off of him.

You had notice the way he slumped, eyes twitching to get a glimpse of you, fingers digging into his pants.

Neither of you spoke, stealing ‘risky’ glances towards each other. It went on like that , before he finally got the courage to voice his thoughts.

“I .. have a problem..” concern adorned you, had he been hurt last game? , whispering your question.

Getting a shake of a head left you wondering what happened. “I was just thinking..you were the only one who could help.”

Biting his lip, gulping as he muttered.

Barely hearing it, kindly asking him to speak up a bit.

Locking his eyes onto you, “ It’s.. uhm-“ cutting himself off, licking his lips as a habit.

Letting the quietness settle before speaking, “ D-down..theree.” Dragging the ‘e’ to a halt.

Huh.. taking a peak downwards, curiosity getting the better of you. Eyes slightly widening, catching the bulge between his legs. Wow.

Now..what would a rational person do in this situation. Kindly turn down the offer. But you were not rational.

Turning your body to the side, bringing your gaze to his face, making eye contact.

It had suddenly become too hot in this place. Feeling your face tingling from his attention.

“Oh..” there was practically butterflies swooning inside you, he wants you to help him.

He was quick to apologize for making you uncomfortable, steadily getting up, bowing towards you. He knew he shouldn’t have asked..

But before he could get away , a hand grabbed onto his loose shirt, pulling the other closer to you.

The feeling of arousal pooling inside you, whispering so that no one but you two could hear.

“I would love to help you.” Was it the fact you pitted him for popping a boner out of all places, maybe , he was rather cute, a perfect face to be ruined by you.

He was shocked to say the least, trying to regain composure only to be pushed to the bed farthest away.

You kept on your feet , despite just recovering from the injury you endured,while he was seated.

Greedy hands exploring his body, flushed face inches away from you. He was so close to your lips he can feel your breath.

It was awkward in the moment, as he never was this close to you, he shyly thanked you for doing this for him.

You could only smile, the soft lights shining both of you, silhouettes dancing on the walls.

muttering , “I told you I would repay you..” eyes wandering across his face, noticing every detail you could drink up.

Becoming shy under such gaze, the other melted into the comfort of the bed.

Trailing your hands downwards, ruffling the stained tracksuit. Your body moving with your hands, dropping to your knees.

The soft thud bouncing off the arena, the rough floor digging into the your flesh.

He was like jelly under your touch, folding as skilled hands gripped his waist, every touch riling him up more.

Breathe fawning his clothed bulge, it was like you were examining him. He peered at you, mouth agape.

He nearly yelped as you lunged frontwards, throwing his palm to silence the sounds.

You sat there knees spread slightly aprat, mouthing the fabric, saliva seeping through the material, the warm wetness lubricating himself.

His other hand shakily made its way to your head, softly resting on the head of hair. You didn’t want it just sitting there.

Roughly grabbing his fingers to thread the locks, swapping your tongue out to cause a reaction out of him, the sensation made his fingers grip.

Muffled apologies hidden behind his palm, neck tense from how he contained himself.

You continued to torment the poor guy, keeping his junk in his pants. He was frustrated and sensitive to the touch.

Mouth kept working towards him, pants dark from the amount of spit on it, outlining his length.

He couldn’t even do anything about it, he couldn’t scream and beg you to touch him, that would end bad.

Left to squirm and whine in his seat.

After you felt decent about your work, pulling yourself away, admiring him.

“Try to be quiet, ay?” It was a statement, you couldn’t have him moaning into the air, not when you knew the other people now.

Shoving your hand into the tracksuit, slipping through the others boxers,

Feeling the pre-cum drip down along with your spit, creating the perfect natural lube.

Steadily dragging downwards and up, purring sweet nothings, “ Aw, hold on a little longer..” slipping up and down, fastening the pace. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Your words went straight to his head, not the one on-top his shoulders.

The hand he chose to mouth on had a red mark, the other settled into your locks of hair, tightening and letting loose.

Sounds of desperation could be heard if someone listened too intently.

It was too much , the soft padding of your hand left him a mess. You kept reducing the speed before fastening it up, the stimulation was overbearing.

Finger playing with his angry tip, the touch as light as a feather, yet it had him stuttering. “Mm- m-more..”

He was heavy in your hand, was practically throbbing.

“ You deserve it ..don’t you?” You were playing with him, watching the desperate head nods.

Continuing to stoke him, leading him to Chase his high , thrusting into your hand.

Bed ever so slightly squeaking with the weight of his body moving up and down.

You let him rut into you like a dog, his hair tie loosening up, hair pieces flowing out.

You let him rock his hips in your hold, only choosing to add pressure back and forth.

Dick twitching, incoherent words stammering into the air. “Please.. I’m so c-close..”

Taking pity, you began to move with him, lining the timing perfectly.

He basically humped your hand, gripping your hair , moving you along with him. Letting him to use your body.

His stomach held a pit that kept growing, throwing his head backwards, biting his hand to keep silent.

The body movement he made told you he was close, moving your hand the fastest you can, the sounds encouraging you onward.

He spoke your name like a prayer, face flushed with the amount of heat he felt, the urge to just say fuck it and throw you onto the bed.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t wanna do that, despite all the people. Images flashed through him, he didn’t think he could imagine such things.

Your mouth on him as he fucked your face, he would be the one setting the pace, not you.

He could feel himself twitch.

Breathe ragged as he let himself spill into you, pulsing in your hand, body becoming limp in the hold.

Sitting there before slowly moving, long breaths leaving him.

The feeling of your hand leaving, taking the warmth with you. He whimpered from lost of contact like a kicked puppy.

Instead of wiping the evidence away, you decided to lick at it, swirling the liquid away into your warm mouth.

He was left agape , eyes focused on the way your tongue came out to lap it up, head tilted towards him, fluttering your eyes at him.

That’s one way to get rid of it.

The saltiness was bittersweet.

Latching off with a pop, moving to your feet, legs sore from sitting down. Guiding the other into you, lips finding his.

Nipping at him, slotting your tongue inside , letting the taste of bitterness sweep all over.

Moans vibrated through the both of you, hands finding what it can to ground into.

A shout had you yanking away, fearing you had hurt the other man.

“I didn’t see anything.” Slowly turning to the side, making eye contact you didn’t want to make with the most nonchalant man you ever met.

Greeting him with a ,”Good morning Young-il..”

You didn’t expect that scream to lead to that face.

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I did not finish this when i said i would ❤️

[bougiebutchbinch]

ugh UGHHHH I wanna write a sad fucked-up thing from Ning Yingying's POV

Shen Jiu didn't prey on Ning Yingying in any way, but he could literally only sleep when a woman was there and no men. He flatly refused to tell anyone this or the reasons why. Therefore, he has behaved 'inappropriately' with Ning Yingying (i.e., asking her to stay the night out of desperation because he needed to sleep and Liu Qingge had embarrassed him so much by dragging him out of the brothel that even that space no longer feels 'safe'; but obviously not touching her at all and staying well away from her - still highly Suspect to any outside perspective, though!)

And Ning Yingying isn't stupid (despite what some people think).

She was genuinely nervous about what her shizun might want with her (her shizun, who she knows has two faces - the kind face she shows her and the cruel one he shows Luo Binghe and damn near everyone else). But she also trusts him, and when nothing untoward happens, she's more than happy to have a sleepover with shizun whenever he asks!

But of course, this looks really fucking bad.

And during the trial, Liu Mingyan and Qi Qingqi and the little palace mistress and Qiu Haitang and so many more people, they all come to Ning Yingying and sit with her and talk to her gently, and tell her it's okay. They understand she might be uncomfortable with talking about what happened. They just want her to know that they're here for her, that they support her...

From Liu Mingyan and Qi Qingqi's perspectives, they've heard the rumours, and they're genuinely concerned. Little Palace Mistress and Qiu Haitang, of course, have a darker agenda, and pressure Ning Yingying until even she's not entirely sure what happened between her and her shizun. Did he really just make her a little bed on the other side of his room and put up a screen for privacy? Then ask her to sit on the cushion on the floor by his bed and play the guqin for a little while, until he fell asleep? Did anything more happen? Surely she'd remember - but trauma can be strange like that, Qiu Haitang confides, with teary eyes. Sometimes, your memories don't reveal everthing.

I want a story where Ning Yingying did falsely accuse Shen Jiu, but it's entirely understandable why. He shouldn't have put her in that position. He shouldn't have used her for comfort, even if it was entirely non-sexual and innocent. He should've talked to her and explained that he saw her as a daughter (though in what world would Shen Jiu ever be so open with his emotions, lmao). He should've confided in Yue Qingyuan and his Peak Lord siblings about the difficulties he was having sleeping and found some solution together that didn't damage anyone's reputation - but that would be entirely against everything Shen Jiu is.

And I want Ning Yingying to come to the water prison and sit in front of that sad human stick and tell him she's sorry, she doesn't know what to think, it's all so confusing; she doesn't remember him being a monster even though she said she did at the trial, but everyone keeps telling her he was a monster and she doesn't know what to think or what to believe -

And Shen Jiu can't say a word, since Luo Bingge cut out his tongue. He just looks at her with his one remaining eye and lets her speak.

[bitchface24-7]

Salutations! I’m new to tumblr and I don’t know how this generally works, but the reason I even started to be here more was after Arcane’s ending

I downloaded the app moment I started reading your writing and other JAYVIK fanfic writers!! I admire your work and believe you have a lovely writing! I enjoy reading your works every time!

I’m embarrassed but I wanted to request a Jayvik x Reader with celebrating the reader’s birthday in some way, doesn’t matter how if it’s hurt to comfort or nsfw or anything (my birthday is today that’s why I ask, it’s bittersweet currently due to comments I’ve received n such) it’s all up to you! I’d be happy if you’d even read this! Thank you so much for your time and have a wonderful day!

YOUR SPECIAL DAY - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: it's your birthday today! Your boys spoil you to the best of their abilities, breakfast in bed, lounging all day, they even baked you a cake the previous night while you slept! The cake is plain, but it's the tastiest cake you've ever had.

warnings: fluffier than a cloud, pre-established relationships, spoiling, physical affection, a birthday everyone deserves, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. Awe I'm sorry your birthday today is bittersweet due to some people who are buttheads. Happy Birthday!! Ignore them! I hope this fluffy little fic brings you some joy on your special day, and to anyone else who needs a pick me up on their special days too! Xoxo love ya (thanks for the compliments also) ❤️

The sounds of pots and pans clanging together wake you up. You grumble, rubbing your face and running a hand over your head, moving your hair out of your face. You look over to the side and catch your alarm clock, it’s 12:00pm.

You’ve slept in, like, by a lot.

You damn near bolt out of bed until Jayce and Viktor casually stroll into the bedroom, your favourite breakfast on a tray for you to eat in bed.

“What’s all this?” You ask, your voice rough due to sleep; but there’s a light smile on your face. Viktor and Jayce look to one another before bursting out into laughter. You pout at them.

“It’s your birthday today. Did you honestly forget?”

You pause for a second. Your schedule has been so hectic lately, that you felt like you could barely breathe. Your eyes shift to the side as you innocently state, “No?” in a questioning tone, dragging out the vowel as your voice raises in pitch.

Jayce chuckles and places the tray over your lap, the small legs keeping it upright. He kisses your cheek and Viktor puts your favourite drink onto the tray. He kisses your forehead.

Damn. This is a pretty good way to wake up.

“Relax. Eat. Today is a day of lounging. Watching movies, going out to do some activities. Don't even attempt to think about work, that'll make me quite displeased.” Viktor states, his accent rolling across the words smoothly and elegantly. You quirk an eyebrow at him, “As if you're not constantly thinking about work, you hypocrite.”

“Touche.”

And with that, you eat your breakfast and your two boys keep you entertained.

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Your birthday couldn't have gone any better. You did all your favourite activities, ate all your favourite food, and spent the day with your two favourite people.

It’s late into the evening by the time you all get home, a few movies are on your mind for you all to watch before heading to bed.

That is until you enter your home and see your boys rush to the kitchen. You just huff a laugh and take your shoes off, putting some slippers on you follow them to their mad dash of an escape.

What you see melts your heart.

It’s a cake. It's simple, with no wording or fancy icing techniques. It's clearly homemade and has a variety of different coloured candles.

It’s perfect.

Jayce and Viktor look sheepish, almost a little embarrassed. You shut that down real quick.

“You guys made me a cake? When?” You ask, your tone one of awe and appreciation. Jayce's shoulders slowly lower and Viktor lightly smiles. He hits Jayce's arm lightly and Jayce grunts in pain.

“I told you they'd like it!”

“Okay okay, you're right! I thought they'd like a nicer cake, that's all.”

“The sentiment means more than a pretty cake.”

You giggle as they bicker, and you wave your hands around a bit to catch their attention again, “Hello? First off, Viktor’s right. Second off, when did you make this? I would've seen you two baking in the kitchen.”

Viktor humphs in triumph and Jayce looks at the two of you fondly, “We made it last night while you slept.”

“You were so exhausted that you slept right through it! Believe me, we made quite a bit of noise. Jayce then had the brilliant idea of you getting breakfast in bed so you wouldn't see the cake in the fridge.”

“Then Viktor had the great idea to take you out, so that way we’d keep the cake a surprise. We'd do activities and eat at our favourite restaurant as well.”

You feel like crying. They're so sweet. So thoughtful. You don't know how you got so lucky.

You rub your nose discreetly as they light the candles, and start to sing happy birthday. Usually you find this part really awkward. You're just kind of there as people sing to you.

But right now, your heart is so full of love you don't even notice. When they're done, you can't help but beam a grin at them and lightly bend over to get closer to the cake. You close your eyes, make your wish, and blow out the candles.

When you open your eyes, all the candles are smoking. You got them all in one shot.

Viktor smiles and takes the candles out as Jayce prepares to cut the cake. You get the first slice, you wait a moment so your boys have their slice as well before taking a big cut with your fork and putting it in your mouth.

It's the most delicious cake you've ever had.

Honestly, what did you do to deserve them? You rant and rave over their cake as they blush and smile and your compliments, casually strolling to the couch where you three debate what movie to watch.

This day couldn't have gone any better.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Hope you all have had a good day, and that this little fluffy fic makes every ones birthday just a bit sweeter.

[geekgirles]

Dardondakal: "You used your Dofus' powers to bring this psycho back to life!"

Not gonna lie, it is very satisfying to see somebody call Grougalorasalar out on the willing atrocity of his actions after he spent 95% of his screentime dragging Yugo and Adamaï for things that were either accidents or out of their control.

(Seriously, for all the things he blamed Yugo and his people for, he actually left out the only thing besides Qilby's actions to be directly caused by them—Yugo endangering the World of Twelve when he used the Dofus to fight Ogrest).

There's also the fact that, just like Grougalorasalar brought up valid points regarding the damage—intentional or otherwise—the Eliatropes have caused to their world, Dardondakal is also right in getting angry over the lengths his brother is willing to go to just to make a point.

Dardondakal: "You sacrificed a thousand innocent lives for her!"

After all, tragic as she might be, Julith is a well-known menace and selfish enough to sacrifice hundreds of innocents for the sake of her own family. And she would have succeeded hadn't Jahash acted as her moral compass. Which in turn suggests her husband was the only person she truly cared about, as not even Joris, her son, managed to talk her out of her plan.

With the added fact that she originally planned to destroy Bonta before falling for Jahash, then Dardondakal makes an excellent point on how bringing her along could do more harm than good. Combined with the fact that the Ebony Dragon kept preaching about how everything wrong with their world was the Eliatropes' fault while he, remorseful as he was, didn't hesitate to sacrifice a thousand innocent souls for the sake of his goals, let's just say it only makes Grougalorasalar look like a hypocrite and the only actual threat here.

Dardondakal: "We had a deal. I agreed to help you as long as you didn't go too far. And killing a thousand innocents to bring this murderer back to life is anything but not going too far!

As the Ivory Dragon says, he agreed to help his brother as long as he didn't go too far, and sacrificing hundreds of innocent lives in exchange of a murderer's is indeed going way too far. Especially when Salar makes it clear Julith is mostly a back-up. He killed a thousand people just in case Yugo and Adamaï refused to go along with his ultimatum.

Fella really knows how to put the crazy in "crazy prepared".

But let's be honest. The whole entire chapter is just Dakal spitting facts and bringing his brother's paranoia into question.

Dardondakal: "I told you I could go with you." Grougalorasalar: "You're too soft. We needed to be persuasive during a first meeting. If we want to save this world, Brother, we must be firm!"

Now, raise your hand if you think Salar's animosity against Yugo and his people and his actions are going to end up becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy that will result in the very catastrophe he was trying to prevent.

Grougalorasalar dismissed his brother as "too soft", but in doing so he has inadvertently caused more trouble for himself, because chances are Yugo and Adamaï will choose to hold onto their Dofus and the Eliasphere if it means they get a fighting chance of protecting their people against whatever Salar has planned for them if they don't comply.

Now, if he'd only brought Dakal along and they presented themselves before them without all the mind games and the attempted murder, chances are his more diplomatic brother would have been able to plea their case to Yugo and Adamaï and reason with them to hand over their weapons peacefully. Because as much of an emotionally-driven warrior as Yugo is, he is still deeply caring, empathetic, and prefers to use violence as his last resort. Alongside Adamaï's logical and cautious nature, and Amalia's understanding of their current standing in the World of Twelve, he would have most likely backed down a lot sooner and without collateral damage.

As things are right now, Yugo and Adamaï are equally likely to give in to his request, as they are to refuse him and to hold onto their weapons out of fear of Salar going against his word and hurting even more innocents regardless of what they choose to do.

Because let's not forget how he still wasn't above potentially killing Amalia when he also poisoned her glass. Or how he basically spelled it out for Yugo that he isn't exactly above killing his wife or his little siblings. That level of threat is sure to result in one very pissed off, very protective Eliatrope King. And we all know the things Yugo is capable of when it comes to protecting his loved ones.

(Thank you @cocogum for the screenshots).

And finally, we have this gem of a line that perfectly encapsulates how far Grougalorasalar really is going with his demands.

Dardondakal: "You're asking them for the impossible"

And again, cat boy aims his shot and hits all the targets.

Because Salar's demands are excessive! Not only is he demanding they hand over their weapons, which could very well be their only line of defence against a world that has made it clear time and time again that it won't accept them; but he is also incredibly hypocritical in his demands!

As @cocogum elaborated on in her review, while it could be argued that asking them to hand over the Eliasphere can be reasonable (it's not, and I'll get to that in a minute), asking them for the Eliatrope Dofus is not.

Because that's their Dofus. Powerful as they are, they undoutedly belong to their people, which was precisely why Adamaï was so incensed back in the OVAs when they were stolen or someone suggested they used them. Because it was not their decision to make, but of their people. Likewise, except for Efrim and Nora's, those Dofus house the souls of the remaining members of the Council of Six, of their siblings! He is basically asking Yugo and Adamaï to give their family up for ransom.

Not to mention, such demand is highly hypocritical of Grougalorasalar.

Last chapter he revealed he and his siblings were aware of everything that happened under Ogrest's control, and how much they resented being reduced to his pets just because he possessed their Dofus... And yet he expects Yugo and Adamaï to just hand over their Dofus to him even though they risk following a similar fate? Especially when they have always tried to keep them either hidden or in good hands while it's apparent the Primordial Dofus are basically up for the taking?

Now he really is crossing a line.

And, arguably, he is equally foolish to demand the Eliasphere and expect nothing bad comes out of it.

For all he ragged on about Nox, Qilby, and Oropo, and the damage they did with the Eliacube, he seems to be forgetting one crucial detail: even if the Eliacube and Eliasphere technically belong to the Mechasms, the only ones who can actually wield them efficiently are the Eliatropes (and Eliotropes)!

That's why Nox completely lost it. Because he couldn't handle or properly utilise the Eliacube's power. And Salar expects things to calm down just because the Eliatropes are no longer in possession of the Eliasphere? No! If anything, he's only risking further destruction and mayhem in case it falls into the wrong hands.

Given how Dakal is clearly the most reasonable and most principled of the two, I sure hope he goes behind his brother's back in an attempt to stop him. Who knows? Considering he chose Joris as his guardian, unless that changed in the centuries following his childhood, maybe he'll go to him to warn him of what Grougalorasalar is planning and that will be why Joris appears next chapter.

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/773816990485889024/i-disagree-with-tumblrs-general-approach-to

I'm not going to coddle TERFs just because they have trauma, I'm going take a hard stance against them deliberately traumatizing more people.

No one gets a free pass on viciously attacking innocent randos, and this goes double when they're carefully and meticulously selecting targets who are especially vulnerable. This stuff is planned and carefully deployed, it's not just random upset flailing.

And no, very few people actually think that what's wrong with TERFs is that they don't want to have sex with trans women. That's what the TERFs say to get you to feel bad for them and to paint trans women as sexual predators. There is some "hmm, that smells terfy" that goes around when someone is a little exuberant on what their own preferences are, and we could stand to look a little closer and sift out the poor wording from the actual violent bigots (and we also need to remind people that lots of trans women don't have dicks and lots of women who do have one enjoy sex that doesn't involve it), but the problem with TERFs, and what we mock them for, isn't that they're not keen on dick, it's the premeditated and carefully crafted violence.

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It's ironic and horrifying how the narrative keeps being dragged back to ~waaaah, assaults in bathrooms~ by asshole bigots when what actually happens in real life is trans women being murdered there.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Dragging my leftist arse into the gym for deadlifts and footwork drills despite still being drained from the week from hell because there are toothless meth-head Nazis in my capital city frothing at the mouth to burn down hotels with innocent people in them, including women and children fleeing from domestic violence.

[pareidolla]

(Explore) Do you have any headcanons for Voice of the Cheated?

♡. ask game

anon dearie ilysm i'm sorry it's been 2 whole months </3 i immediately began typing this post out as soon as i received it, but then not only did i forget to finish it, but practically all of the headcanons i wrote had to be trashed because they related to cheated's role but he is no longer a pirate!!! buddy got his costume changed and i am not telling you what it is ♡♡

but yes yes i have a couple headcanons! in no particular order:

01. my cheated has a tail for Reasons™ and it is a great source of misfortune of him. he already has a lousy poker face, but even if he manages to keep it together, anyone can easily intuit how he's feeling from its swaying or thumping. not to mention how often people step on it (most accidentally, cold and opportunist not accidentally)

02. my voice's "true" form are mirror shards while their physical bodies are something akin to homuculi/puppets. if harmed beyond a certain threshold then the affected body part will shatter completely rather than simply bleed out. normally, if the shard is healthy, then reverting back to shard form will reverse the injury, but cheated's shard is so ridiculously pure that shattered parts will mend on their own! even when he fully shatters, which is relatively easy for him to do, it only takes a half-hour to recover, as opposed to the days or weeks that others may need.

this is also a great source of misfortune for him ♡ according to razor this makes him the perfect little pin-cushion. the glass shattering makes such a pretty, addictive noise and then woo he's right back to do it again. sure, it's fun to battle stubborn, but it takes him forever to shatter, and then the cooldown can take a month. scam! rip-off! her own little guy is the way better deal!

03. speaking of glass shards: cheated and flinching are brother and sister! all of the voices came from the same mirror, but cheated's shard cracked twice, first forming him and then flinching. while the demo voices remained dormant throughout the game, most of cheated's personality is unconsciously founded in complementing and protecting his sister. whereas flinching would hesitate to shoot a gun, cheated would snatch it from her grasp to fire immediately -- and then she watches in horror as the bullet ricochets off a pipe and hits him square in the knee. chichi twins ♡♡

04. cheated is a stiff in that he doesn't drink or smoke (his suffering will be done raw, thank you), but he absolutely adores gambling. he will swear up and down that he can stop at any time, and he doesn't even like it that much, yet he'll make a beeline for the nearest slot machine and have to be wrestled out of the chair. please, he can't just leave now, he's already sunk so much money into this, please just one more pull--

05. contrary to his appearance (and princess), cheated likes cute things! he's a bit shy about expressing his interest in coquette stuff like ribbons and makeup, but he's very open about caring for the innocent and helpless. the type to leave food out for strays and tries (keyword: tries) not to swear infront of kids. would love for him to team up with damsel for game night.

(kills me that he wouldn't want to wear "girl stuff" since he thinks the other voices pull it off better. everytime i draw cheated i think he would make for such a beautiful woman. i need opportunist to invite him to a drag bar and change his life.)

since it's tangentially connected, i'm ending this off with my favorite headcanon: cheated adores sharks and sleeps with a big shark plush he won at a carnival, whom he has named cap'n crunch ♡

[kawhh]

dark trevor starts getting obsessive even before you guys start dating. you’re still in the talking stage, still trying to decide if this is something you both want, but trevor knows he’s going to make you his no matter what.

he’s used to sharing girls with his friends, used to laughing and joking about it when they would all go out to parties and look for a girl they could pass around between them.

with you though, he’s biting back snarky comments just seeing you in the same proximity as other people, leaned towards them in a conversation rather than paying attention to him. and him only.

the first time you guys kiss, trevor makes sure his friends are there to see it, there to see him stake his claim on you as he wraps a hand around your waist in a possessive grip. you belong to trevor, even if you’re not on the same wavelength as him just yet

His friends think it's your fault he's acting snappy. Your fault that he's withdrawing, becoming more.. manic.

One minute he's the life of the party, they're double penn'ing girls weekly, sharing a girl between them into the morning and now he won't even look at anyone else?

He's been on one date with you. They knew about it, he can't shut his mouth. The minute you matched with him they knew about it. They heard him raving about you, how he insisted on bringing you to the next party.

Based on what usually happens, they assume he's bringing you for the usual reason instead of them having to worry about finding someone.

You'll both turn up, one of them will grab your ass - it's pointless wasting time waiting to warm you up if you're here for this specific reason.

They've never seen this look in Trevor's eyes. It's pure anger. A flash of hate. His grip on their wrist is bruising. They're concerned.

What the fuck have you done to him? Are you threatening him? He's never once looked at any of them that way.

Last week he was the one doing it first? You're clearly bad for him.

They don't understand how obsessive he is about you not finding out what he's done before you. He doesn't want that in your head. You'll think he's a fuckboy. Won't want to even try and start a relationship with him.

The thought of them even thinking they can do the usual to you makes him feel sick. The thought of them touching your innocent skin, the thought of them bending you over, ruining you? He's taking a risk bringing you here but he doesn't want to leave you alone.

All night they're trying to separate you. One of them trying to drag you into a conversation while another friend physically drags Trevor off, asking you to get a drink for them - they can tell you're innocent enough to not catch on and that he won't lash out in front of you.

They're just concerned. Not realizing that they're making him more angry.

He's forced to sit down by them? He's keeping a tight grip on you, almost clawing at you in desperation. Keeping you as close as physically possible.

He doesn't hesitate to grip your chin, laying a bruising kiss on you, eyes narrowing as he stares them down.

You're his. Not theirs. Only his. He's the best option for you.

[dustyrkives]

Between Fangs and Firearms

PAIRING: Ada Wong x fem reader

PAIRING: RE4r Ada, age-gap (r is 19 while Ada is 30), predator/prey dynamic, r is a village girlie, innocent r, corruption, E2???, power imbalance, stalking, psychological manipulation, size difference, mercenary Ada, RE4 setting, dark! Ada, thriller, power play, i have a thing for dark villains, tension, non-con dynamic, fingering, clit biting, brief cunninglingus, unprotected s3x (wrap it before you tap it guys), rough sex, breeding, breeding kink, riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms and that's about it, i think?

SYNOPSIS: Running is futile—but you do it anyway. Against a woman like her, survival is a fleeting hope, and mercy is a gamble. With every step, every breath, she’s right behind you—watching, waiting. And when she finally catches up… you realize the hunt was never yours to win. But you don't mind, do you? Not when she takes you–oh, so deliciously.

And sorry I didn't make her a wolf here, I originally wrote it like that, but it didn't work like I thought it would. But here's the complete product. I hope you all enjoy it!

Also because:

You knew it was futile–running from a woman as experienced as her.

Still, you had to try for the sake of your village.

"She mustn't reach reach the scientist!" A villager snarls at you before charging with the rest of the ganados, thinking their numbers will overwhelm her.

Oh–how wrong they are.

Gunshots and explosions pierce the air like a tossed javelin as you keep running to warn the others. From above, you see something–someone zooms past you before a crimson blur lands before you, graceful, and holding an air of danger as her sharp, dark brown eyes drag over your figure.

This is the woman your village deemed as a threat?

She wore a red turtleneck long-sleeved dress, black tights, and thigh-high heel boots. Her gun was secured in her shoulder holsters. You don't know if red is just a bold statement of preference or to hide the bloodstains.

"Where do you think you're going?" Her rich, low voice reaches your ears.

You instinctively step back, oxygen stuck in your neck as your eyes flit over her shoulder as the woman observes you.

An inquisitive smirk graces her elegant features. "You seem different from the others I fought."

"K-killed, more like." You wince at the distant tone of your voice. Her smirk morphs into a dark smile, "You're going to warn the others, aren't you?"

Your insides compress as she strides towards you, "Where are you hiding him?"

"W-who?" You lie, and she knows it as she grabs her knife and quickly lunges at you. Instinctively, you stumble back–only to slip and fall to the ground while she has you pinned down, both your wrist bound by a single, gloved hand while the other presses the cold blade against your neck, a menacing gaze reflected by her knife.

"Choose your words carefully," The woman warns. "Where is Luis?" Tightening her grip upon feeling you tremble beneath her–and for a moment, you saw what you thought was excitement in her eyes before it vanished.

Gulping, you internally prayed for forgiveness as soon as your lips moved without thought, informing the foreigner of the scientist's whereabouts.

Her eyelids narrow, gaze sharpening, and you feel small beneath her scrutinizing gaze. "If you're lying," She purrs, "Your people will perish for it."

"It's true," You whimper, "I swear it!"

The former relents and returns to her feet, leaving you on the dirt as her eyes glower at you from above before pulling her device–some kind of grapple and pointing it to one of the old structures of the village before flying off.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding–gasping for air, you turn to your side. You have to warn the others–she already knows.

Curses befall your lips El Gigante falls unceremoniously against the mud.

The victor: the woman in red.

Almost immediately, she spots you. You watch, your faltering eyes holding her dark gaze as she approaches the fallen giant, pulling out her gun and shooting the wriggling parasite three times before turning her attention to you. Soaked and panting.

You flinch and hide behind the wall of one of the torn houses.

And like clockwork, she finds you. A gasp rips from your lips as she appears from the corner, mud, and blood staining her clothes as she examines her gun before slowly, painstakingly moving to your trembling figure. "Are you here to assist them again?" She mused as she used the gun to move your damp hair to the side of your face before holstering her gun.

"Pretty," The dark, brown-eyed woman mused. "You're the prettiest ganado I've ever seen, by far." She chuckles as her eyes rake you from head to toe, "Quite young, too."

"A-are you going to kill me?"

"Kill you?" Mirth etches in her expression–dark. "I'm not wasting bullets for a village girl."

Relief, confusion, and outrage fill your being. "I'm one of them. I'm just as a threat as they are."

The dark-haired woman snorts, and your face burns as you tear your gaze away from her. The air becomes heavy as she leans close–despite her being damp from the rain, you can smell her scent: cherry, smoke, and a bit of sweat.

Her voice drops an octave lower, and your body turns rigid. "A threat?" She guffaws, and your stomach churns uncomfortably as her gloved hand grasps your waist. "How can you be considered a threat when you can't even push me away?"

"So run." The stranger coos, "Run like the little bunny you are–before I change my mind, pretty girl."

Your legs obey her words as you run past her, bumping against her shoulders while the older woman merely smirks as her eyes follow after your retreating figure–knowing full well that you won't stray far from her.

And she isn't wrong.

Because minutes later, you're eavesdropping on their conversation while hiding behind a large decaying tree, just a few meters behind the woman in red. She bends down, conversing with the scientist that your village held captive.

“Always a stickler for details, huh, Ada?” You can see him reaching out for her to help him up.

Ada… so that’s her name.

There's a dark pull to her, Ada–that woman.

Between her aloof demeanor and confident poise, something is brewing inside those dark, calculating eyes of hers.

Is that why you're drawn to her?

You shake your head sideways as one of the elderly ganados tug your sleeve, "Come, she's in the hands of Ramon and his zealots."

You nod wordlessly before looking back, expression faltering before retreating with the rest of the villagers–but something tugs at you from behind. A frown graces your lips as the rest of the villagers walk past you.

I should move... She no longer concerns our village, and neither should I.

Regardless, you stay rooted to your spot.

Foolish, this is foolish! Your people would disown you if they knew you developed an interest in the enemy. You bite your lower lip before forcing your legs to follow after the townspeople. Halfway to the village, a nagging, hollow feeling gnaws within you.

It claws at your insides, craving to be sated–to be filled.

You lock your jaw, chest tightening as you swallow that feeling down.

Unacceptable. You should be ashamed of yourself.

But each step you take, the voice dwindles.

You're just a girl. She will have no use for you.

Yet still, another voice persists–one that you allow to be heard.

This village offers you nothing but rot and decay. Come to her.

You shudder, craning your neck to look around your surroundings. It's true. Crops are wilting, cattle are ill with disease and death, the rivers are poisoned, and so are the fish.

There's nothing for you here but death and a promise of macabre metamorphosis.

Against your better judgment, you sneak past the villagers, heading straight to Ramon's castle.

Foolish. You are foolish indeed.

Your thoughts berate you as you run past the zealots.

Of course, they're unwelcoming–even to their neighbors.

You yelp as an arrow whistles past you, narrowly missing the side of your face as you run into the castle halls.

Stupid, stupid, stupid–

Your thoughts come to an abrupt stop as one of them grabs your dress by the neck, yanking you back. Their sheer strength outmatched yours as one of them binds you from behind while the other lunges at you with a scythe.

You close your eyes as the weight of your poor decision comes aiming for your neck–

The discharge of bullets pierces through the castle walls, you close your eyes as one of the zealot's blood splatters against your face like a demented blush. The sound of bodies falling to the floor with a resounding 'thud!', then heels slowly tapping against the cemented ground. You didn't open your eyes until you caught the scent of leather, cherries, and smoke–a gloved hand grasping your jaw, making you look up at her.

Your heart lurches to your throat as your eyes meet hers.

"Now, what's a silly bunny doing here in a dangerous castle, hm?" Ada's dark chocolate eyes rake you from head to toe like a predator examining the quality of the meat before wiping the blood off your cheek with her thumb before leaning down, you close your eyes.

A velvety chuckle reverberates in her chest as her lips ghost against your ear, "You followed me, didn't you?"

You gasp as she yanks you close to her; authority oozing from her stance. "I don't know if you're brave or stupid." The latter murmurs as she presses her nose against your neck, inhaling your delicate scent. A pathetic whimper falls from your lips as her other hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against her–you instinctively push her away, but she tightens her grip.

"Not so fast, bunny." She rasps, her cold breath fanning against the available skin on your neck. "You came to find me, didn't you?" The older woman guffaws darkly.

"Isn't that why you're here?"

Slowly, her hand tugs the back of your hair, presenting your neck for her as her eyes look down at you. You wince at the action, eyes faltering but not once did you struggle.

And that makes the older woman smirk.

"Your people will have you hanged if they see you in my arms." She presses feather-like kisses against your neck, jaw, and collar. "But you don't mind, do you?"

Quickly, she effortlessly tosses you to a secluded room. Her steps are slow and steady as she pins you with her cold, piercing gaze.

"What to do with you," She ponders mockingly while you back away from her until the edge of the table comes in contact with your rear. The taller woman cages you with her lithe arms, trapping you.

"Should I reward you for finding me even if I'm the one who found you?" Another chuckle as her gloved hand hikes your dress, reaching for your right thigh as she leans down, your hands palm the tabletop as you instinctively lean back; your breath hitches as the pads of her fingers gently brush against the dampening spot in your underwear, red spreads all over your cheeks as she teases your clothed core.

"You reek of innocence, bunny," Ada coos, "You haven't been touched before, have you?"

Shameless, you nod, whimpering softly as she continues to rub you.

A predatory grin breaks through her lips, "Really?" Ada mockingly queries. "No one has touched you yet but me?"

You nod again, throwing your head back as she cups your clothed pussy. "Such a bad girl you are, letting a stranger touch you like this." She gently smacks your cunt, you yelp in bliss as it throbs in response.

"No matter," The mercenary pauses, "I tend to keep precious things." She hooks her index finger around the hem of your panties before teasingly dragging it down.

"And you're one of them now, bunny." Your pulse rings against your ears as you raise your leg, then the other for Ada to discard your underwear haphazardly against the floor as her lips find yours for a searingly slow kiss, swallowing your cries as her warm tongue explores your mouth, purposely ignoring your tongue before wrapping it against your own and sucked it, eliciting a moan from you.

She pulls away with a pant as her eyes zero down on your lips.

She raises her hooded eyes, her hands prying your legs open, and you moan as the cold wind nips at your dripping folds before her index finger swipes up at the seams of your pussy, collecting your slick and inserting it in her mouth, her tongue wrapping against her digit, sucking it clean while your shaky breath reaches her ears.

And the sight makes your knees weak as you reach up a shaky hand to touch her, Ada senses your hesitation and a subtle smile graces her features.

"It's okay, bunny, you can touch me." She murmurs as she removes the right glove by her teeth and discards the other, you gasp as her middle finger breaches your core. You instinctively held onto her, nails digging against her clothed back as she pumps her fingers.

"So warm," The older woman comments as she stops her fingers, you let out a pitiful whine, rutting your hips.

She scoffs and pulls her finger away before smacking your clit. "Behave, pretty girl." She warms, earning her a shameless whimper as she drops to her knees, her eyes on your sopping cunt, "Legs on my shoulders. Now, bunny."

Confused, you obey and rest your leg over her shoulder as Ada's hands grab your hips, anticipation coats your face.

Your brain short-circuits once her plump, red lips press against your pussy, giving it a sloppy kiss before her tongue reaches your entrance. Your hands reach for her roots as she makes messy circles around your aching clit in a tantalizing motion.

"A-Ah!" You cry out, toes curling as you nudge her face closer, hips jutting.

Ada growls, sending vibrations to your cunt. Your eyes roll back at the sensation as every yank and tug fuels Ada to bring you closer to your undoing.

Her face presses against your pussy with no intention of backing away; beads of sweat roll down your forehead, your body set ablaze with desire as she bites your clit, eliciting an embarrassingly loud moan while she begins sucking.

Each roll of her tongue tinkers with your bundle of nerves, gummy walls clenching around her tongue, her saliva mixing with your arousal. It drips form your thigh to the floor.

Her fingers dig against your thighs, locking you in place as she ravishes you like a woman-starved.

Your head tilts back as soon as Ada flicks her tongue and grazes her teeth on your clit. She pulls away and delivers a slap on your pussy, creating an obscene wet sound, ripping another moan from you while Ada's arousal-smeared lips twitch to a grin.

"Naughty bunny," She purrs and delivers another slap, "Do you want us to get caught?"

You pant, shaking your head sideways before she steals a kiss from you. "Good, control your moans, or I will gag you." She does it again, and again, and again until your pussy weeps, gushing with arousal. Tears eventually escape your eyes with frustration and pleasure.

And Ada loves it.

"What's the matter, bunny?" She coos and rubs your leaking cunt. "Need to cum?"

You meekly nod with a choked groan as two fingers enter your core, your walls welcoming them selfishly. "Tell me what you want, bunny. And I might give it to you."

You swallow the bile forming in your mouth and lock eyes at the domineering woman in front of you. "T-touch me, pl-please, Ada."

Ada blinks, surprised that you know her name, before grinning. "Oh, you cheeky little minx, you know my name?" She withdraws her fingers, maintaining eye contact as she laps your arousal on her digits, "Very well, since my bunny asked politely."

She presses her saliva-coated finger on your folds and rims it as if lubricating you. "Put your leg down for me, baby."

You obey, wincing as you put down your leg while she stands up. You watch as she removes the harness around her waist, falling to the ground with a crisp 'thud.' Her hungry eyes take you in as she hikes her dress, and you're met with the outline of her cock, her hand wraps around it, pumping the appendage as your eyes shamelessly trace the ridges and veins surrounding the muscle. The tip is engorged and red as it leaks out pre-cum.

She pried your legs open, spreading it for her as she settled in between them, "Is my bunny ready?"

"Y-yes," The older woman hums and grabs both your thighs and wraps them around her waist, "Such a good girl you are." She looms on top of you, the tip poking at your entrance before lubricating it with her pre-cum and sliding inside.

You held her, moaning against her neck as you felt her veins throb inside you with want. The woman groans, her palms landing on the table as she pushes her cock in, filling you to the brim.

Moan after moan befalls from your lips as she rolls her hips, the obscene sounds of wet smacking resonate in the study while she drags her cock inside your convulsing walls. Your hands scramble to her back, nails digging against her skin with every thrust of her hips.

"So wet and warm, bunny." Ada huffs, "All for me?"

Your toes curl with every hit, and your head is thrown back–Ada chases your neck with bites and kisses, her swollen lips grazing the skin before biting down. Harshly. Marking you as hers–but that's only the beginning.

You let out a yelp, walls clamping around her rock-hard dick as pain and pleasure shoots through your spine.

Your owner growls, sending vibrations down your neck as her hips angled higher, and thrusting deep. Your legs wrap around her waist, heels digging against her ass as she fucks you into the desk, your back pressed against the cold wood, sweat blanketing both of your bodies while the table creaks underneath your ministrations.

Ada's thrusts are relentless and blinding. She pulls out slowly before slamming back in. Your eyes roll back, a wanton moan ripping from your throat while she flushes your lips together.

She leans down to connect her lips with yours, tongue breaching as she greedily swallows your cries for pleasure.

"F-fuck!" You whimper as she pulls away and bites your shoulder with a soft growl, your walls clamp around her dick, and rolling your eyes to the back of your skull when the bulbous head pokes your cervix, she rocks her hips back and forth while you try to desperately meet her thrusts.

"Look at you," She coos while your nails drag down her back, "Such a poor bunny."

Her pre-cum mixes with your arousal, most of it dripping on your folds, and her cock throbs, reveling around the tight, snug fit. Small whimpers escape your lips as you get used to her dick, splitting you open.

Ada's eyes darken as she moves her hips with a sharp thrust, and absolute filth falls from her mouth.

"Want me to give you little bunnies, hm?" She moans softly and pushes her hips deep, "Can you handle it, baby?"

She groans when your walls consistently clamp around her, an impending sign of release. A knot in your stomach forms. "Close, hm?" Ada gruffs as she jogs her hips.

You nod weakly as you throw your head hard against the table. White hot pleasure sporadically takes over. You let out a scream, and Ada muffles it with her hand. Powerful gushes of liquid spilling out of you as your pussy spasms around her cock. The woman above you moans as she fucks you through your high, not caring about the amount of fluids you've wasted.

Her cock throbs, veins rubbing deliciously against your quivering walls–twitching before spurting out her hot seed. She didn't stop moving her hips, fucking you through her orgasm.

Your legs shake, toes curling.

Her hips slam against your own, quivering as she fucks you raw with need and desire. Your swollen lips chant her name like a prayer while Ada's body bristles with lust. Her lips meet yours for a kiss before pulling away.

"I want more, bunny." She grinds her hips, "And I want you to ride me."

Without waiting for a reply, she lifts you by the waist without pulling out.

Each step pushes her cock against your gummy, used walls until she settles on a settee, your legs flanking her thighs.

"Move your hips, bunny." She commands and delivers a sharp slap on your ass. A pathetic sob leaves your lips as you grab her shoulders. "D-don't know how..."

The older woman clicks her tongue before grabbing your hips, cooing at you mockingly, "You don't know how to? We can't have that, can we? I promised you little bunnies, after all."

She guides your hips, eyes never leaving yours as she sets the pace again. Your hips shamelessly move with hers while overstimulation rings all over your body, Ada doesn't heed it as she wraps her arms around your waist, mumbling praises.

"You're doing so well, bunny." The dark-haired girl presses a kiss on your jaw, "Taking me and my cum so well."

You bite your lower lip as the angle makes Ada feel bigger and push deeper. "T-too much, A-Ada, too much–"

"You can take it," Her voice drips with a threat before softening her tone. "Aren't you a good girl?" You whine and nod as she fastens her pace. "Good, harder now, bunny."

You obey the older woman, jogging your hips firmly as you ride her. You can feel your mixed essences trickle down on her hips as you fuck yourself on her cock while Ada watches with twisted delight; thrusting her hips up while you move yours down.

She shifts her hips and guides your hips to slam on hers, you hide your face in the column of her neck as the sound of wet, skin-slapping echoes in the room, you pull away from her neck to look at the woman and you are met with a beautifully sinful sight.

Some of her bangs stick to her forehead, and her lipstick is smudged–no doubt most of it was pasted on your lips, s thin sheen of sweat covers her body as if trickles down to her neck and collarbone. You lean down to press a gently kiss on it.

Ada groans and tugs your hair back, "Faster, bunny."

You obey and ride her harder, Ada purrs in satisfaction as you destroy yourself on her dick, your walls convulsing before your eyes roll back, and you finish without warning. Ada watches with amusement as she watches you tremble, she holds you close.

"Done already?" She chuckles before adjusting your position, making you lay on the settee with her on top of you, "I suppose my bunny is tired." The latter jogs her hips, "But I'm not, now hold onto me, pretty girl. I'll take it from here."

A weak moan leaves your lips as she drags her hips, your belly bulges with her cock as she bullies it, spraying with cum and arousal–the smell wafts in the air as she takes you again.

Her hands palm your lower belly, eliciting a groan from you as your juices leak out.

"Mine," Ada smirks before pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. Her arms snake around your waist, lifting you closer to her. The filthy squelch echoes in the room, Ada groans as she feels her bulging cock against your pussy, trying to make room for her; her sheer length prodding at your insides.

Your hips buck against hers as she slams back and forth, her cock nudging all your soft spots–the overwhelming feeling sends you overdrive while your new lover fucks you with urgency, completely fueled by the previous orgasm and the way you squirm as her pelvis rubs against your sensitive clit.

"You're mine," She swears with every thrust. "This pussy is mine, got it, bunny?"

"Y-yours!" You weep as Ada fucks you vigorously, too lost in your own pleasure as your orgasm sneaks in with no warning. A particular thrust right against your sweet patch, pushing you once more. A silent scream, but Ada felt it as your hands crumpled her red turtleneck dress, almost tearing the cloth while your pussy convulses, milking aggressively against her cock.

Ada moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she stills her hips, cock twitching uncontrollably as she spurts cum once again, you sob, feeling full, so full to the point that it basically leaks out of your used pussy.

"There's my bunny," The older woman grins and caresses your cheek as soon as you fall limp onto the settee. She settles in your legs, making sure her seed stays in as she looks at your fuck-out state.

"After my transaction with Luis, I'm taking you with me." Ada purrs as she caresses your lower belly. She lays on top of you, arms possessively trapping you against her.

"And after you give birth to my little one, I'll give you another."

[userarmand]

The wilderness that is our daughter. I think the medication has overwhelmed our boy.

[andi-o-geyser]

all my favourite characters are just me seeing them and going "damn you sure do clean up well but I'd much rather see you grinning with blood between your teeth"

[messiahzzz]

i’ve seen many people interpret gale’s outrage at nettie poisoning the player as concern for them. that it’s super sweet how much he cares and how protective he is over tav after they had just met. while he (naturally) does care about his companions, it should be pretty obvious that he is mostly projecting here. he states so himself:

player: are you all right, gale?

gale: yes. yes, i am. it's just that, had it been me... had it been...

gale is terrified of what would’ve happened if he had met the same fate. if all of his precautions had been rendered irrelevant merely due to the self-righteousness of some healer, acting as a judge over another’s life without being aware of the consequences. the destruction nettie would’ve unleashed, how many innocents she would’ve doomed to death, merely because she believed she was doing the right thing.

gale is furious at nettie’s ignorance.

gale: how dare she snuff out life with as much thought as snuffing out a bloody candle?

player: she thought she was doing the right thing.

gale: right? she had no right!

player: it was one hell of a surprise, but nettie came around!

gale: yes - against her will, without rhyme or reason!

gale: it's not right to feel the cold breath of death in your neck, then move on as if it was nothing but a soothing breeze.

gale: one respects life by fighting for it, and one respects death by fearing it.

once the orb becomes too unstable (if tav refuses to help gale with his condition and elminster doesn't stabilize the orb) he will state that he can’t stay any longer with good conscience. he will then leave the party immediately, search for a secluded place and wait for death to take him.

gale: i'm afraid this is where we part ways - my condition's deteriorated beyond even my capacity to salvage.

gale: it would be selfish of me to stay, when in doing so i'd be putting you, and everyone else within spitting distance in catastrophic peril.

[nodecontext: saddened - he's about to wander off into the wilderness to die, essentially]

[shannonsketches]

He said "Fuck this shit, I'm out" I'm crying. Toriyama's Vegeta was so top shelf 🤌

(From Neko Majin Z Chapter 5!)

[hearts401]

Nothing in a superhero story hits me quite as hard as a superhero seeing their sidekick/computer guy get hurt