#her writing has me exploding in my cage

[adinfernumadinfinitum]

Name One Writer In Your Fandom You Like & Tell Them Why (and send them this ask).

Oh, then I’ll have to choose my most recent obsession: @emmg’s writing, with Mirrors being a particular favorite.

I fell in love with her work for its effortlessly readable sentence structure, masterful word choice, and phrasing, as well as her ability to weave prose so naturally that it transforms into a beautiful masterpiece.

It’s not just her style, of course; what she writes is captivating, sensual, and emotionally intense, often leaving me staring at the ceiling, reflecting on it for a good while (in the best way, I promise you).

I tried to behave like a normal person for once, so this is expressed as normally and eloquently as I could manage

[matchadobo]

Hello! Is it possible to request Kid X Reader where the Reader is a virgin and Kid is loving and soft with her? I love soft Kid and how you write Kid in general. Thank you!

KIDD; soft and loving kidd

warning/s: nsfw under the cut, afab reader, has sfw (a bit suggestive bUT ONLY A BIT REALLY LIKE 2%) and nsfw hcs, might melt your heart, the red fonts indicate that it is under the previous bullet

SFW

kidd was your first kiss, first love, and first partner

ahh first kiss with kidd, it would be comical. let's just say, kidd would have had ENOUGH of your cuteness and he'd just march in your room while you were doing your hobbies. he would be so fucking red. you asked him if he was drunk and he said yes.

"i'm fucking obsessed with you." he'd say before going on a rant on how pretty your eyes are, how your touch feels like an absolute wildfire, how your smile is too contagious he loses his cool, how your voice is too pleasant to his ears you could talk about total fucking nonsense and he'd still swoon, and how you always look at him with the same love in your eyes

you were so fucking shocked you started crying

he'd just stand there, like a lamp post, while waiting for you to catch your breath and pick up your jaw

"c-can i kiss you? i'll kiss you." kidd waltzed towards you, bending down to your height, lifting your chin and colliding his lips with yours

his lips was soft and tasted sweet, must be lipstick. the rum made it bitter

once he feels you melt into the kiss, he'd smile through it before angling his face on the other side to kiss you better. he figured you didn't know how to kiss 😖

"you go like this, name." he angled his face one more to the other side, puckering up his lips before sucking on your lower lip. "don't freeze like goddamn ice, okay?" he snorted. "move your lips. kiss me. suck it. follow my rhythm." with each phrase, his actions mimicked his words. you were on fucking fire.

it was a pretty long kiss. you soon got the hang of it. once you two pulled away to catch your breath, kidd's heart almost exploded when he saw how swollen your lips are and how flushed your cheeks were. what a fucking darling you are

it would be absurd to think that someone like you would end up with someone like him. a thorn like him with a rose like you

he'd always have a scowl in his face but when he sees you, it loosens up a bit. he turns into a blushing mess at the littles things you do

since he was your first relationship, you were really navigating the boundaries and hows of it. it also took a lot of patience since, well, it was kidd

he wasn't used to having you follow him around all day but he loves it

you weren't used to having him behind you, arms by your side as he caged you. when he feels you up, humming in your ear, and his cologne drives you nuts

he wasn't used to your habits to sit on his lap without warning

you weren't used to have his arm protectively around you at all times

he wasn't used to your kisses on his face, he started getting conscious if he smells good or if his face was clean

you weren't used to having this big bear that clung onto you, keeping your bed warm

he wasn't used to waking up next to you, seeing you with your guard completely down around him

you weren't used to seeing kidd all vulnerable and wasn't scowling, instead letting you witness what he was under all that cold exterior that you warmed up

he wasn't used to feeling all this fuzzy and warm on the inside even if you weren't even here, he constantly yearns for you

you weren't used to dealing with kidd in his snotty attitude, it took a lot to be understanding but kidd also did his best when he saw you struggling. that was a challenge for him too

"come here, bug. gimme a hug."

"got you a new dress, come on i wanna see you wear it."

"you want it? i'll steal it for ya." then he proceeds to use his df to the stores to leave no trace

when kidd was courting you, yes he learned how to court 🥺, he will always bring you tiny flower trinkets. on special days he'd have really intricate jewelery that had flowers or butterflies. he'd earnestly find you and give it to you, insisting that you receive it personally 😖

when you were on your period, he'd tiptoe in taking care of you 🥺. he'd be met by your snappy attitude to which he would usually fight back but would later surrender for your well-being. man, a flower like you taught kidd to surrender 🥰. he'd have chocolate and sweets. if your cramps are really bad, he'll help you fall asleep to numb it away

"here, have some chocolates. snappin' at me would get you nowhere."

"as if i'd be goin' anywhere when you're sleepin'. you're clunging onto me like crazy."

"bought you pads and tampons, quit fuckin' whinin' and just hug me."

when cuddling, he always reaches under your shirt to rub your stomach. his cold hands felt good in your warm tummy. soon enough he'd be reaching over your mounds or somewhere down there 👀

when he kisses you he always wants to have a long, deep kiss before pulling away. he'd wanna have a goodbye forehead kiss when you two part ways and went on back to what you were both doing individually

kidd would LOVE and NEED to spoil you. making you trinkets, buying you stuff, and doing things with you even if he puts on a facade that he doesn't wanna be there. he just loves seeing the joy in your face!

NSFW

oh boy is he starving for you

but he'd patiently wait until you're ready

and when you are, this animal would be unforgiving

he'd go hard on the foreplay, playing with your tits under your shirt as he thrives on the little moans and whimpers you make. he'd overstimulate you so much you'd be too tired for the actual deed

but don't get me wrong he won't be rough, he'll just be doing A LOT of stimulation

he'd kiss you a lot during your first time, periodically checking if you're feeling okay. it'll be sloppy kisses tho, always have saliva trailing down your skin with lip marks

"sure you can handle it, flower?" a mix of genuine concern and teasing

it'd be missionary. as much as he REVERES reverse cowgirl so he has a full view of that cake, he'd want your first to be special. he'd want your first to be completely skin on skin with him, maintaining eye contact as he slides it in, kissing while moving, and holding hands so you'd have something to squeeze onto. he'd press foreheads with you, easing your knitted brows as you try and take him all in, clenching along the way

as aforementioned, he wouldn't have much trouble in sliding himself in despite his size because of the amount of foreplay he did on you

"aren't you a pretty fuckin' sight like this, aye?"

"so well, so fuckin' good, my love."

"you're close? enjoyed yourself too much, aye?"

he'd stay forehead-to-forehead with you, exchanging breaths as you both released in each other. he'd mumble a low "fuck," as you did a last clench around him with your release when you were desperately clawing at his neck and back with the ecstacy. "went a little wild there, princess." he'd kiss your cheek, tucking the hair sticking on your face behind your ear. he'll gently throw you over his shoulder, so as to not hurt your cunt by stretching it more on a bridal carry, and bring you to the bath to wash up with you

helllooo thank you for requesting 🌷 this was soooo fun to make i really miss my boy 😍 thank you for the support anon 🥺

[whoisneo404]

Can you write about either nick with his bfs younger sibling or the other way around and it’s super fluffy, and they just look at each other like aghhh! Idk if that makes sense

Sisters’ best friend.

Summary: in which Nick has a little crush on you and you have a little crush on him but both of you are unaware of it.

Note: Nick is mentioned to be taller.

“Why did you buy all of this?” I ask my sister while looking at the chocolates, drinks and chips on the kitchen counter. “Are you having friends over?”

“Yeah, I’m having a sleepover with some friend. I told mom to tell you.” She talks while texting someone on her phone.

“Oh, cool. She didn’t told me anything, who’s coming anyway?” I look at her, I don’t raise my head, just my eyes. She looks up from her phone.

“The people that always comes, you can have all the snacks you want, just don’t bother us a lot.” I pout and nod.

“Understood.” I grab a small pack of gummies and go to my room. It has been a while, it’s night already, I hear people talking and laughing on the living room, my sister has a lot of ‘girlfriends’, of course she also has a lot of guy friends but they don’t come to the sleepovers… except for one, Nick. Nicolas is fun, I like him, he is very kind to me and I really like his style. I hear his laugh, it’s loud and it makes my cheeks grow red, I’m so dumb but I can’t help it, he’s just so handsome and has pretty eyes, he also brings snacks for me sometimes so I kinda like him. The fact that I know he is gay doesn’t help, because I think I might have a tiny chance with him.

I sit on my bed scrolling on my phone and panic texting my friends that Nick is here and that I might die if I see him. So, I wait for the noise to come down, I hear them go into my sisters’ room at around 12:40, I go out to see if they left any snacks and to grab some water. As I walk past my sisters’ room, I can hear the muffled music and their gossiping, I roll my eyes and keep walking to the kitchen, it was dark and a bit cold. I turn on the lights and go to the fridge, I smile when I see my favorite chocolate right in front of me, I take it out and turn around smiling at myself.

“I see you found my gift.” Nick is standing in the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, his hair a bit messy and with his pajamas on. I gulp and my cheeks blush a bit.

“I didn’t knew you bought it, thank you.”

“It’s nothing.” He says and walks over to me. “So, how have you been?” he leans on the counter and watches as I fill my bottle with water.

“I’m fine, hm, how about you?”

“I have been good, thanks for asking. Why weren’t you with us while watching the movie?” I turn around and put my filled bottle water on the counter right besides the chocolate.

“Well, I, I don’t know. I didn’t feel like it.” He hums, and I look away from him. Suddenly I feel small, his taller body making me feel tiny, his crossed arms showing off his big arms and broad shoulders. I try not to stare too much, key word = TRY.

“Interesting, you used to love watching movies with us. You love horror movies, don’t you?” I nod. “Well, at least you love curling up to me.” he grins and my eyes widen a bit.

“No, I-“ he talks over me.

“It’s okay, I like it.”

“Oh… cool. I don’t know what to say.” Nick unfolds his arms and walks slowly to me; I start taking tiny steps backwards until my lower back hits the counter. “Nick.”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?” he leans down a bit, one of his hands besides my body to cage me in, his other hand on my cheek.

“Nothing, just looking at you.” The tip of his nose lightly touches mine. “I really like your shirt, is it the one I gave you and your birthday?” he laughs a bit and I feel my cheeks burn.

“Nick, what if someone comes looking for you?” my chest feels heavy, my heart is beating fast.

“Let them.” he leans in, his soft lips touch mine for a few seconds. “I’m sorry, was that all right?”

My brain exploded, I can’t imagine how red I am right now, I nod quickly and put both of my hands on his chest. “Yes. I- Can you… please, kiss me again.’’ I see him grin, he kisses me again, this time it was longer, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and play with his hair, the hand that was previously on the counter goes to my waist. His lips move slowly and gracefully, it would be a lie if I said I know how to kiss, I am trying my best. I lean back a bit, looking up at his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you something.” He whispers. “I-“

“NICK!! COME HERE, CARLIE IS GOING TO CALL JAMES!!” Nick rolls his eyes when we hear the loud voice of my sister come down the hall.

“I’m sorry, I have to go. But, how about we go out tomorrow? Just the two of us.’’

“Like, a date?” it’s the first time I see him blush. He looks so handsome with his cheeks turning pink.

“Yeah, like a date. Sorry I have to go, I’ll text you” He gives me a quick kiss and fast walks to my sisters room, when I hear the door close, I let out a high-pitched scream and cover my face. God, what the fuck just happened? I think I’m dreaming.

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[daisyswift3]

UMM so cruel summer and a lot of other songs are making a lotttt more sense now that I’ve realized the “devil” that Taylor keeps referring to is actually the music industry as a whole thanks to @keepingsecretstokeepyoutk (see this post). “He looks up grinning like a devil” // “I would’ve stayed on my knees and I damn sure never would’ve danced w the devil AT 19” // “Dear reader if you aim at the devil make sure you don’t miss.” Do you remember the Top Global Artist vid that spotify released that had cruel summer as the background song and had a bunch of cruel summer references? Yeah go back and watch that again w this context in mind 😃 Taylor (the angel) has had enough of the games and is gonna end them once and for all which is very Katniss Everdeen of her—hello the archer 🏹 if any of you have read or watched the hunger games you know how the story ends

And you'll also remember that Katniss escapes the games twice by cheating--the first time w poison berries and the second time by destroying the arena itself (which was a clock) WITH itself using a lightning strike current at midnight that shot thru her arrow -> "And there was one prize I'd cheat to win." Not to mention Katniss was the mockingjay, a symbol of rebellion and resistance. And the fire symbolism in this trilogy was meant to represent how that rebellion can spread from a spark of hope. Snow lands on top but fire melts snow. Taylor is a huge hunger games fan so I wouldn't be surprised at all if these parallels were intentional. Also I'm not the first one to notice the hunger games connections, I saw some other gaylors point this out so I can't take full credit for that

“You play stupid games you win stupid prizes” // “Devils roll the dice” // "Baby let the games begin" // The scrabble instagram post // The mastermind chess board // "You see all the wisest women had to do it this way, cause we were born to be the pawn in every lover's game" // "No more keeping score now I just keep you warm. No more tug of war now I just know there's more"

I think it's possible Taylor knew that her masters were gonna be sold hence all the game imagery and songs abt heartbreak on lover

She's literally gonna take down the industry as a whole and expose everything. This is the reason for all the cryptic messages and meticulous planning. AND THIS IS WHAT THE ALBATROSS IS ABT TOO. “She’s the albatross she is here to destroy you.” They tried to keep her locked away in cages and towers and closets and tried taming her and pulling out her teeth but it didn’t work

“Devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger” SHE’S the devil now and she’s abt to make their lives a living hell

“She’s the death you chose” i.e. the music industry chose to kill Taylor (which is why TTPD is a post-mortem album) so now she’s coming back to haunt them hence the ghostly Victorian attire. “We gather here we line up weeping in a sunlit room and if I’m on fire you’ll be made of ashes too.” THIS is the karma she’s talking abt that will happen at midnight!!

“You’ll see me in hindsight tangled up w you all night burning it down”

I am the APPARITION. I am the LINE OF POETRY. THAT’S TAYLOR. SHE’S THE GHOST WRITING POST-MORTEM POETRY

Literally feel like I am abt to explode from all the earth-shattering revelations I’ve just had

[pet-slut-chrissy]

Mistress @owner-of-pet-slut-chrissy often wants me to write about our playtimes because they are embarrassing but this one also shows how much it means to me to wear Her collar.  She requires me to have it on and locked every time She has me edge and especially every time i cum or else i risk a harsh punishment.

so a few days ago She was in a mood to push me hard, starting with a lot of early teasing.. She locked my collar on, put the princess plug lush and ben wa balls in, had the lush randomly going off and on as we talked about a variety of things.  every time i started whimpering and even thought about asking Her if i could cum She would stop, then slowly start up again.. after an hour of this i was completely frustrated and desperate when She just unlocked and removed my collar and told me She would see me a little later..

now it was an hour later and i was dressed to please Her, wearing my shiny black vinyl teddy, grey hobble skirt and black knee high spike heel boots, and still clenching both the lush and my plug.  She told me to tie a rope to my collar and set it outside my cage, the rope leading inside, then i crawled in.  we unzipped the crotch of my teddy, buckled the wand harness on then came the worst part.. She put the nipple clamps on my pussy lips and tied it to the rope to the collar outside my cage.. She said we were going to play my favorite game A-Z, but of course i would not be allowed to cum until my collar was on..  oh, and the wand was going to be turned on whenever i worked at pulling the collar in to the cage and i wasn’t allowed to use my hands.. wait, what??  i was panicking when She told me that i was only allowed to pull the rope get my collar in using the pussy clamps, the heels of my boots or my teeth..  the next 15 or 20 minutes were a blur, i can just imagine how i looked when the wand turned on and i tried to pull the collar, first with my hips pulling the cord by the clamps, then trying to hook it it with my heels then finally putting my mouth down and pulling it with my teeth.. we would do a few letters then i would be begging Her to turn the wand off, i was panting and my pussy was twitching every time then we would pick up again, over and over.. i panicked and cried for Her to turn the wand off when i got the collar to the edge of the cage and it got stuck!  She had a little bit of mercy and let me use my hands to grab it put it on and padlock it with the timer lock for the day, then we continued the game.  however i was told i was not allowed to cum until we got to Z.  somehow i made it, of course the threat of being belted if i came without permission was on my mind.  i was fighting so hard not to cum so when we finished i absolutely exploded with one then right into another 

while i was recovering from these first two orgasms Mistress decided that it would be a good time to see if i remembered some of my positions..  the wand was pulsing and i was trying to think when i blurted out FDAU.. She had me get in position then cum again, then a second position Bitch but not allowed to cum..  Third position with an orgasm and fourth without, and finally i remembered a fifth position, was standing in the corner and She had me cum again..  i was trembling and begging Her to turn the wand off, that i couldn’t take any more, and asking Her to let me lay on the floor, She said i could but only if i gave Her one more..  i somehow managed to find it!  between the teasing session earlier and fighting so hard not to cum for so long then finally being able to let go, i was completely spent..  thank You Mistress for another wonderful playtime & having me as Your collared pet, and I’m especially happy that You came so many times more than i did

[elrielffs]

Well, here it is. Part 2 of a Universe so Divine with Elain pov and this fic is complete! I don't think I'll be able to look ya'll in the eye on the timeline after you read this but I'm proud. I put everything into this and after writing it, I love Azriel and Elain even more. Please enjoy and leave a comment or send an ask if you want!

Tags/Warnings: Explicit Smut, Cunnilingus, Hand Job, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk (so much dirty talk), Pure Filth, Romantic and Horny

Part 1 - god is my help (Azriel pov)

(you don't have to read part 1 to read part 2)

link to ao3 if you perfer

A Universe so Divine Part 2 - my god has answered me

They kissed with abandon—with lips and tongue and teeth and all the emotion that they repressed when not cloistered in a hidden universe of their own design.

Elain thought she knew what kissing was, already knew everything there was to know about the act but she had since came to the understanding that she knew nothing.

Kissing Azriel was like coming up for air, like a thunderstorm after a drought, like she had existed in a world of dull colors that exploded into vivid hues she had never perceived.

Kissing Azriel—being with Azriel—made her feel alive.

The necessity for air was the only thing that broke them apart, chest heaving and eyes locked together keeping them tethered to each other. Elain forced herself to push against his chest and rose to sit on her haunches, if only for a moment to reclaim herself before she was utterly lost.

The way Azriel beheld her as he was sprawled under her made her feel like her heart would burst in her chest. They didn’t need words, they never had and through their silent language Azriel always made her feel so adored, so beloved that her cup runneth over and she didn’t know where to place the excess. Only that she would fight with teeth and nail and claw to keep it all for herself.

She was the only one who got to see the mighty Spymaster of the Night Court undone like this. Toppled by her diminutive frame, wings splayed out under him with tousled hair, a glaze of lust in his hazel eyes that he directed at her alone.

She didn't shy away from it but rather reveled that she was his complete and utter focus. She felt powerful, confident, and in control, a heady mixture that she could never get enough of after a lifetime of being in opposition of the potent blend of emotions.

“I know that look,” he chuckled up at her, eyes boring into her own, challenging her. He gripped her hips hard to buck up into the aching, clothed apex of her thighs, punctuating his thrust with, “You want more.”

She bit her lip and nodded. She hadn’t always allowed herself to want more, hadn’t given herself the freedom of even thinking of what more could look like. She had accepted whatever people were willing to give to her, whatever they thought she deserved.

Now, in this new life, she found that she had changed in more ways than just her body. She did want more.

And she wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

“I want you to kiss me,” she declared and she purred in satisfaction as he didn't hesitate to oblige her, propping himself up on his elbows to reach her but she pressed her hand firmly against his solid chest to halt his advance.

“Not there,” she said coyly, blinking coquettishly at him as the considerate press of her hand sent him onto his back again. He lifted his eyebrows at her inquisitively for only half a second before the corners of his mouth turned up in smug understanding.

A great beat of his powerful wings to adjust and he positioned himself more comfortably on the blanket, before eyeing her enticingly, "Then come here and left your dress pretty girl.”

The pit in her stomach clenched in anticipation as she caged his body in on all fours and crawled on hands and knees till her knees rested above his shoulders. She sat back up and with shuddering fingers, grasped the hem of her skirts and lifted, revealing her gossamer underwear already soaked through with her slick.

Azriel took a deep breath, the expanse of his chest rising and falling to lift her slightly, as his hands resituated themselves on her bare hips, thumbs rubbing circles along her skin.

His razor sharp eyes flicked from her lower body to her own, acute and full of desire.

“Show me Elain,” his voice came out husky and low and male seeing her wet and wanting” show me where you want me to kiss you.”

She inhaled and fisted the majority of her gown in one hand against her waist while the other shakily reached down and slipped the gusset of her panties to the side, displaying herself in full for him.

A deep moan came from the back of Azriel's throat as he took in her entirely exposed for his viewing pleasure, a puff of air escaping his lips to titillate her already sensitive core. “So wet for me” he murmured low, sight unblinking as he looked at her, all of her.

‘Everything about you is lovely Elain’ she recalled him declaring and she knew he also meant this secret part of her.

Azriel tilted his head up to place a kiss against her inner thigh, lips warm and plush, so near to where she wanted his mouth the most and she felt her walls clench in eagerness.

“Divine…” he breathed as he began kissing up, up, up. She braced herself for contact of his lips finally where she needed him to be and let out a keening whine when he skipped her aching core to place a chaste kiss on the top of her mound instead, eyes laughing at her impatience.

“Keep holding you dress up okay sweetie?” He kissed the spot again, and if his intent was to drive her mad, he was succeeding. Elain gave a curt bob of her head and couldn’t stop the tiny thrust of her hips, aching and restless. She was going to die if he didn’t put his mouth on her soon.

“Hold your dress up and don’t look away while I devour this,” a kiss to her mound again, eyes locked onto hers as she tracked his every move ”pretty” a kiss to her right thigh, "pink” to the left “pussy.”

She didn't even have time to appreciate his words before he moved in and planted a bruising kiss on her swollen, pounding clit and began to consume her.

Azriel loved to feast between her thighs like it was his official position at the Night Court. He tongued her clit and pressed his lips against her like he was a man starved.

And through it all his golden gaze never left hers, making sure she followed his demand, making sure she witnessed him worship at the alter of her.

Elain wanted to throw her head back, moan her pleasure to the sky, wanted to drop her gown and entwine her hands in his dark locks and adjust his head and mouth just so, but she also wanted to be good. She so wanted to be good for him.

He was the only one she wanted to be good for.

It didn’t take long with Azriel’s skilled, sinful mouth for the coil in her belly to contract tight, ready to spring and inundate her body with that glowing sensation of gratification. Little gasps broke loose from her lips as she began to sway her hips against his face, giving chase to the beginnings of her unraveling.

“I’m close,” she panted.

He blinked at her sensually like a cat in admission that he had heard her before sliding his hands from her hips to glide up and around her thighs. He gripped both of her buttocks in his hands and squeezed as he began to assist in the grind of her hips, to force her to move faster and faster against his mouth and tongue.

“Azriel don’t stop, don’t stop,” her little mews turned into deep throated moans as she panted in time with the wild rocking of her hips as she reached her peak.

He didn't-- a moment and then she came undone on his tongue, profound moans breaking out of her small quivering form into the night air, her body threatening to topple over if not for the firm grip he had on her thighs.

Elain fought to catch her breath as she surrendered the hold of her body to him, as she lived in the sea of pleasure he had created. He waited patiently in the moments it took for her to come down from her high, one final deep exhale of air and she melted backwards into his hands.

His grasp on her slackened but didn't completely leave as he assisted her with raising herself from his shoulders and guiding her down to rest her bottom on his chest, to let her recuperate if just for a moment.

“Did you enjoy it?” he smirked up at her knowing full well that she did. Immensely.

“Do you have to ask?” she smiled back after finding her voice as he puffed up with pride. She grabbed one of his hands from her waist and brought it to her lips. "I always enjoy it," she praised into his palm closing her eyes and placing a kiss at the center, adoring the familiar texture of his skin on her lips.

She continued to leave a trail of whispered kisses as she turned his hand over to reach his knuckles and ghost her lips over each one. She progressed down his fingers, sending out little flicks of her tongue along the damaged flesh before reaching his fingertips.

Here she faintly parted her lips and enveloped his pointer and middle finger into her hot mouth and gently sucked. She heard the sharp inhale of his breath, felt his body become rigid under her and when she opened her eyes she noticed Azriel's gaze had darkened and a delayed tremor spread through his body culminating in nervous flap of his wings.

Then she felt it, the delicate questioning of pressure on her tongue. She fulfilled his unspoken request by pushing her tongue slightly through her lips and flattening the appendage for him to press down on, for him to fuck his fingers in and out of her mouth.

Saliva quickly accumulated and began to dribble out the corners of her mouth wrapped around his fingers, coating his fingers in her drool as the went in and out.

“Beautiful,” he admired and before it became too much, before she gagged, he stilled his movement and released the pressure off her tongue. Elain bit down lightly on his fingers before pulling them from her mouth, dragging them against her lips and leaving a wet trail from his spit coated fingers down her chin, neck and clavicles before coming to the top of her dress.

There she guided his fingers to quickly undo the flimsy string that held the dress together and continued to pull his hand downward, bringing the top of her dress with it so her breast were revealed. She didn't stop till the clothing bunched around her waist and then brought his hand back up and placed it over one breast.

Azriel sighed as if to himself and muttered, “So very fucking beautiful." Warmth spread from the top of her head to her toes at his compliments. Many people called her beautiful but it only mattered when he said it.

He didn’t hesitate to have his other hand join the first to cup both of her breast. His burned hands, the texture, made her want to melt as he kneaded her soft flesh, digits rubbing roughly over her pebbled nipples.

She bit her lip, the stirrings of desire that had begun again immediately after being sated making itself known in the clench of her tummy, in her still dripping cunt that now began to soak the front of Azriel’s shirt.

“You’re so good to me,” she purred, covering his hands with her own and forcing him to squeeze her breast hard, the flesh overflowing between his fingers. “I want to be good to you too.”

She removed her hands from his and maneuvered her arms until they were free of the sleeves of her dress as he massaged her breast, leaving her upper half uncovered to the night air. She then scooted herself down, his hands reluctantly leaving her, to situate herself below his waist, his noticeable bulge in front of her.

“You’re always good to me Elain," he said, bending his knees so she could lean on the tops of his thighs for support. He was always so considerate of her comfort, so in tune with her and her needs before she even realized what she needed.

She smiled at him boldly and then palmed him through the leather of his pants. A hiss escaped him full of throbbing need and want at her touch and she felt a pang of compassion that he had suffered in silence with his aching cock. Azriel always thought first and foremost of her pleasure, of giving but his pleasure was also hers.

His cock cut an impressive outline visible in his pants, thick and long and stiff. She was the source of his current predicament and she would take care of him, she would be good to him, if only after being a little bad first.

“Is this for me?” She teased, observing the way his pupils dilated, the way his fist clenched as she scraped her nails against the leather, running her pointer finger down the length of him.

“Yes,” he moaned, breathless and aroused, ”all for you.”

She hummed and began to undo the buckle of his pants, the familiar sounds of metal clinking sending a thrill through her at what came next. “All? I don’t know if I can take all of you Shadowsinger,” she taunted as she kept undoing the fastenings. Finally, she reached into this pants and pulled his cock out, proud and hard and dripping with slick on the top.

“You’re so big,” she praised wrapping her fingers around the considerable girth of him and rubbing her thumb along the slit at the top of his cock, spreading it around the head.

“We’ll make it fit,” he said, a pleading tone lacing his voice as she began to caress lightly up and down his length. As if she would deny him, as if she wasn’t already craving the delicious stretch of his cock in her cunt.

He was right of course. They would come together flawlessly, like they were made only for each other, that only they could satisfy their this burning incessant need inside. Elain felt her lower half pound in desire, thinking of the way he filled her up so completely, so utterly, that she ever forgot what it was like to feel empty of him.

She stroked him harder now, working him into a frenzy of passion. He threw his head back to hit on the ground, gripping her so tight she would bruise, his hips thrusting up into her hand as little piteous moans escaped him. She loved seeing him like this, undone and needy and yearning for her.

“Elain you need to stop," he breathed, lifting his head and prying his hands of her hips to her wrist to stop her movement. She didn't heed him, intent on giving him the same pleasure he had her, to give him what he deserved. "Elain," he chided again through clenched teeth, torn between letting her finish him to completion, to revel in the pleasure of her hand or in the tightness of her cunt. With that thought, he made up his mind. She made to move, to position herself so that she could wrap his beautiful cock in her mouth when he grabbed her shoulders and flipped them effortlessly until it was her back against the blanket and him above her, wings open to cover her in shadow, to hide her from the stars.

"If you kept doing that," he growled through gritted teeth, eyes wild like a predator observing their prey ," I wouldn't be able to fuck you."

He lowered his body to drape across hers, careful as not to exert too much weight on her smaller frame. He leaned into her neck and inhaled her scent before nuzzling under her ear, "And I so badly want to fuck you Elain." She felt the heavy weight of his cock twitch against her thigh in proof of his statement and her heart quickened in her chest.

“Then what are you waiting for?” She challenged him angling her head so her lips could press against the set clench of his jaw. He snarled and attacked her mouth, the tang of her still on his lips mingling with her saliva as they fought with tongue and teeth.

He rutted against her mercilessly as they kissed, jerking her body upwards with powerful thrust of his bare cock against her soaked panties.

“Azriel,” she ruptured their kiss, a messy line of saliva trailing from her mouth to his and had to turn her head as he chased her lips with his own, trying to claim her again air be damned.

“I can’t wait anymore,” she whined, fisting his shirt so hard in frustration that the collar loosened, exposing the bronze of his skin chest and the edge of his dark tattoos. “Put it in,” she begged, "please put it in.” Her nails dug into his uncovered flesh, leaving angry lines to mark her need but Azriel either didn't feel or didn't care.

“You want my fat cock?” he retorted to her plight, reaching between them and bunching her underwear in his hand, yanking with ease to tear them in half as she yelped. He then took himself in hand and rubbed along her folds, coating his shaft in her gathered slick before slapping the head against her pudgy clit with a wet smack.

“Yes,” she mewed up at him straining, sparks of pleasure coursing through her body as he rubbed the head of his cock against her tender clit. "Yes!" she cried out, wanton and shameless and desperate for him.

“Then take it pretty girl,” he growled into her ear, but placing himself at her entrance and slowly bullying the blunt tip of his cock into her sopping pussy inch by torturous inch.

Elain's mind emptied of all reasoning becoming consumed with the hard length of him as he immersed himself inside her, as he stretched her pussy on his cock to the hilt.

He stilled, staying like that as he panted wicked and hot into her ear, as she adjusted to the great girth of him. His body trembled with the effort, with the urge to take, take, take, to make her his in every way but she knew he would wait until she was ready.

“Does it feel good Elain?” he raised himself on his arms above her head and looked down, eyes blazing with desire and shaking with restraint ”do you like being stuffed full of my cock?”

She tried and failed to form words so instead she nodded up at him and bucked her hips to prompt him to move but he wasn't satisfied yet. He sat all the way up and peered down at her with a narrowed gaze, every inch an Illyrian warrior. “Tell me,” he demanded as he skimmed his hands from the tops of her thighs to her calves, gripping and wrapping her legs around his waist in preparation. ”Tell me how much you like it.”

He began to thrust lazily, tormenting her as he waited for a response.

Elain hurried to gather her fissured thoughts, slipping in and out of focus as his cock brushed every hidden part of her, making her whimper. He wouldn’t go any faster until she answered and finally she cut through the haze of her cock drunk mind to give voice to thought.

“I love that can I feel you moving inside me,” she panted, placing her hand on her lower stomach so she could feel the presence of his girth as he moved inside, molding her flesh around him.

“I love the burn as you stretch me open," she resumed and she felt him thrust hard into her to give emphasis to her words, causing her to give a sharp cry of pleasure. He crushed her thighs in a vice like grip as his pace picked up with her admission.

"I l-lo-lo,” she stumbled over her words as he rammed his cock into her squelching pussy over and over causing her breast to bounce in tandem with his thrust. “I love that I’ll be sore the next day,” she finally bit out in a rush, followed by a husky moan from the back of her throat.

And she would. She would feel the ache of him in everything she did tomorrow, in every movement, every step and would be pleased and thankful of the reminder of their time together, not that she would--could--ever forget. Even after they were long gone and the memories they had together was the only thing left of her, the echoes of them, of their being, would continue to exist in the ether of time until even time itself ceased to be and she believed even after that.

He startled her when he paused and pulled out of her completely and she couldn't stop the wail of dismay at the sudden emptiness she now felt.

But Azriel wasn’t done and she was mollified when he gently coaxed her to roll over onto her stomach and rise on her hands and knees. She felt him situate himself against the back of her thighs, lifting her skirts to display her ample bottom. He caressed her buttocks before his fingers harshly pressed into her flesh and he gave no warning before he penetrated her again, this time plunging his cock in swiftly and with a more punishing momentum that left her clawing the blanket in her fist and sobbing into the soft surface.

He didn't stop as he leaned over her, chest to back to murmur to her low and unsteady, “I love that you take my cock so well." He punctuated his sentence by short, hard thrusts that left her gasping into the ground. “You were made for me," he said guttural and full of possessiveness.

She was. She was. She wanted to tell him, wanted to say she was made for him and he for her, that they completed each other and complimented each other’s lives so well that she couldn’t ever imagine them being apart, that there was no part of her that wasn't engraved with the essence of him and him alone.

“Az…Azriel,” she she choked out, trying to imbue her voice with all that she couldn't say but it took too much, her mind entirely on him pumping his cock in and out of her with brutal speed, leading her to her ruin.

She never wanted him to stop fucking her. She wanted him always inside her, always moving within her until they were bones and dust and their blended souls danced among the stars forever.

“I’m going to breed you Elain,” he growled with a primal urge, his hand coming up under her to lay his fingers splayed against her own still on her lower stomach in suggestion. Their hands met and intertwined, a promise for the future. “Is that what you want? Want me to shoot my load into your needy pussy?”

Elain was long gone now, having surrendered herself to his cock, but through her pleasure filled haze she managed to respond. “Yes,” she breathed deep, a cloud of her own breath warming her face as her forehead rested on the ground. “Please cum inside me, fill me up, breed me breed me breed me…” she begged, not caring that she sounded like a bitch in heat as she dissolved into incoherent babbling and moans as he bounced her on his cock.

“Fuck Elain,” Azriel hissed from behind her as he snapped his hips in earnest, his rhythm falling to frantic, wild abandon, desperate. “Elain Elain Elain my Elain” he chanted like a prayer, like he was begging for mercy as he impaled her again and again on his cock.

“I’m yours! Azriel I'm yours,” she cried to him over the wet noises of him pounding into her, feral and untamed as tears came to her eyes and fell down her cheeks to soak the blanket.

She felt the hot ropes of his cum shoot into her, coating her walls at the same she reached her own peak, cresting the summit of their joining, her sight going white and sound blanking out that she almost thought she was having a vision. She died a million little deaths as she was fractured into pieces and put back together again and again with 'azriel azriel azriel' reverberating in her heart.

A few more finishing thrust and he collapsed on top of her but before she could take the full brunt of his weight he wrapped his arms around her protectively and rolled to the side, bringing her with him to settle her into the crook of his body, back to chest in an embrace. One of his arms slid under her head for support and the other wrapped around her waist where their hands once again weaved themselves together between her breast, next to her heart. He tucked his chin between her shoulder and neck so he could breath her in, and unfurled his wings around them partially cocooning them from the world as they recovered.

Elain lay there basking in the afterglow, safe and content with a satisfied throb between her legs and relaxed, listening as their hearts beat in tandem, slowing down and their mingled breath evening out as the world started to make sense again.

Night had fully fallen and with it came a chill but even though the top of her body was still exposed she was warm and cozy in Azriel's arms and the shelter of his wings. She could see through a small gap tiny fae lights illuminating the glade with a soft glow that shown through the membranous parts of his wings.

She never wanted to leave, to lay entangled with him like this forever, and it pained her because she knew they could not. The dream had to eventually end. She felt him tense behind her and knew he had come to the same realization.

“We have to go soon,” he murmured close to her ear and she felt the stab of his chin as he said the words as if they were piercing her heart. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she could hold the thought, the already spoken words at bay.

They were expected at the family dinner tonight and she would have to bath beforehand, to remove his scent from her no matter how much it grieved her. She would have to sit across from him at the same table, to be around him and not touch him, to not stare at his breathtaking beauty, to make sure not to pay too much attention to him, to act cordial, like acquaintances or friends, like the world didn't begin or end with him.

“I know,” was all she could muster to say, small and low, fighting to keep the quiver out of her voice. Her fingers absentmindedly played with his, rolling over and under as she tried and failed to think of a way to stay, to selfishly keep them here away from the world in their own universe.

“Just…a bit longer," she conceded, not quite willing to give up completely. She felt the dip of his chin, a nod, and his arms pulled her even closer to him.

They lay there a few minutes more and when she finally found the courage to move, to leave the intimacy and his warmth behind for now, he gripped her tight to him and she felt the moisture of his breath along her cheek as he whispered to her.

”I’m yours too.”

Her Azriel.

my god has answered me

[catsburgers]

chat this MIGHT be dialtown! (closeups under the cut!! ft. their songs and why i paired them w/ the ones i did)

randy - today today (jack stauber)

the lyrics fit him heaps and it actually makes me a little sad. i didn't write out the entire verse bc i ran out of space but the full part is

"Today, today, is one of those days That carries you slowly into next time And as folks walk by, you see with your eye "Hold me" is repeatedly given

and by GOD is that him. pathetic sad sopping wet man who just needs a hug please give him one oh my god

norm - chemical overreaction (will wood) (you'll notice a pattern later on)

that song has a very midwest cowboy feel to me (the line "Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest" is a very big give away), and yeah he IS a chemical overreaction like.. yeah. the line i picked was just the one that stood out to me the most

"My mouth is dry and my eyes are red I’m chewing on sand ‘cause the desert’s in my head" uhh yeah

typegingi - popipo (lamaze-p)

i honestly couldn't think of a song for them because they are just So. if you asked me to make a playlist it would be full of vocaloid bc i feel like theyd listen to it. it plays 24/7 in their mind

"ぽっぴぽっぴぽっぽっぴっぽ (x11)"

oliver - things to do (alex g)

oliver was someone i struggled with admittedly, i was gonna go for a lemon demon song bc honestly he gives those freak vibes (he IS two trucks and i stand by that) but i feel like things to do fits too. like read the lyrics its so him (or i have a very skewed view of these characters idk sorry)

"Hold on tight to this time, this place cause Everything you know will be erased You were born inside your head and That is where you'll be when you are dead"

karen - willard! (will wood)

please listen to willard! its so her pretty please pls pls plssss. tired bank worker thats so so tired but wants to see the world. plss...

"You know I couldn't hurt a fly, my friend I'm not the type to step on ants I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps More for the plights of mice than men See, I myself have been stepped on so many times It's started to feel like my place I've failed to fit in into those nests that scrape the sky Is there room for me in your cage?"

bigfoot

i did his route over a year ago and didnt do it again during my replay sorry bigfoot fans love you :(

EXPLODES I LOVE EXPLAINING THESE

god/hobo - mr capgras

ITS HIM. LIKE IDKK ITS SAUR HIM.

"What you feel and what you do Are those things really you? And if not, then what is? (Never never never) So, my God, what’s wrong with you? And I’m still asking who that is"

roger - i bet on losing dogs (mitski)

hes so mitski coded its insane. we havent got much from the dialtown teaser but we DO have his dsaf personality to go off, and he was a complete mess in that.

"I bet on losing dogs I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place By the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I'll be there on their side I'm losing by their side"

peter - a pearl (mitski)

all dsaf holdovers are mitski coded bc it was born into their body the moment they became a phone guy. once again not much to go off in dialtown and ik he seemed rlly chill in what interaction we had but god he is my fav and you can pry my mitski from my cold dead hands. also yeah i reused his art from my dsaf drawing sorrry i didnt think it was worth it redoing the exact same ref

"It's just that I fell in love with a war Nobody told me it ended And it left a pearl in my head And I roll it around every night"

mayor mingus - everything i wanted (billie eilish) / laplace's angel (will wood)

ok i couldnt pick between these two, theyre so different but so similar

everything i wanted is rlly her, like even the title is so mingus. she's dialtowns mayor, she has everything she wants, except her grandfathers recognition and she'll never get it.

"They called me weak Like I'm not just somebody's daughter Coulda been a nightmare But it felt like they were right there And it feels like yesterday was a year ago But I don't wanna let anybody know"

laplace angel is also her to a lesser degree, the song is about the difference between good and bad, and UGH we know mingus is evil but she's also hurting and thats not an excuse and [explodes]. the little (hurt people? hurt people!) that's officially in the song title is also her. like the term "hurt people hurt people" arehghks. the repeated "if you were in my shoes, you'd walk that mile/you'd see i wear the same size as you" like. shit if ppl were in her shoes WOULD they do the same thing?? probably not!! but she feels like she HAS to do these things and assumes that everyone else would do it too. yk. i love mayor mingus so much

"You, could you take a look at me? (Man no more than animal is made of moral chemicals) Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad? (Any form mechanical, thank you God) Ooh, whatever you think of me (From the hordes of cannibals, to psych wards of hospitals) If you were in my shoes, you’d see I wear the same size as you (It’s a small world after all) Oh oh right!"

billy - ???

demons dont get songs.

finally

jerry - half decade hangover (will wood)

hes sooo. even the title is him. like yeah he WOULD be hungover on the job if i was jerry id be pounding vodka by the litre. 12 german shepards each with different illnesses. yeah pass me the margarita (i have never had an alcoholic beverage in my life).

"Wonder how I didn’t die This is not my life, I’m no survivor, I only happened to survive Wonder how I sleep at night Well I count pink elephants, blessings, and skeletons"

if you read to the end, thank u so much (and please go seek therapy). if you have any other song suggests lmk in the replies!! but dont tell me songs wont fit i MIGHT cry. these designs r mostly canon but i added my own flair to them (namely typegingis entire design, god/hobo having dog ear antenna (inspired by my own dt oc having cat ear antenna), peters springlock scars, mingus being way more cat then orignally and also making rogers suit just a LITTLE too big for him, showing how he really isnt fit for this position in his job. he'll grow into it eventually <3)

[scarletknightreterns]

Not too sure what I had had in mind when I started writing this. For a bit of context: This takes place eons after Cinder had met Death and his younger siblings when they were still children, she'd been imprisoned, lost her memory, and they practically don't remember her in turn-- or don't want to. Slowly, memories are starting to return for her, and to find some means of usefulness, Cinder fights in Death's stead when he'd been chosen to fight in the Crucible against a very powerful foe. I dunno, I wanted to see how they would react to such, and even explore some of her more in-depth feelings and lightly touch on the existential crisis she is having. Enjoy :)

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"You disobeyed a direct order from me-" Livid was an understatement. The Horseman was riding the fine line between the precipices of nightmarish rage and a temperate anger. Orange eyes blazed with a sharpness his body failed to revision through motion and expression- perhaps because his emotions were on a scale beyond what the physical body could properly express. But his eyes? The gateway into his soul, if not very being? Every drop was visible to the naked eye, and it was terrifying. "I told you- very specifically- not to fight," he spoke with a voice that was the very rumble of an avalanche through a distant mountain. Potent and dangerous.

She for one looked unbothered. Well, not entirely unbothered; anger seethed under the surface of nerves notched already from weary dreams and memories wearing her down at previous times, susceptible was she to accusations and ill-tempers. Now was no different in the face of the bristled Horseman and his siblings who stood on the sidelines, observing but not intervening, perhaps with their own trepidation to get in-between Death's ire and the woman.

"You needed my help," came a counter, spoken on an even tone, but perhaps failed to hide all of that which she tried to hide.

"What I needed," coldness spooled in front of that bone mask as though it had a mouth of it's own, which it did not. "Was not what you gave."

"I survived, didn't I?" she growled, crossed arms slowly unfolding in a stance of mild aggression-- or, perhaps, defensiveness.

Death allowed himself a moment or two to pace, if not to channel some of this violent energy pulsing through his veins, remaining just below the limit of exploding. His eyes remained ever fixed on her, like a hunter stalking prey, keeping the other ever in sight. "Only because you have a miraculous," it was not spoken kindly, "ability of regrowing limbs compared to the rest of us-- you'd be lacking three, your organs, and your eyes if that weren't the case!"

Cinder narrowed her eyes at Death, a wrath in her eyes, though it was uncertain if it was angelic or of demonic origins. "I fought because I knew I could WIN! A limb means nothing to me when it grew back within the minute!"

"That is not the point-"

"I am just trying to be of USE." she took a threatening step forward, and Strife wearily glanced between the two of them with his hands on his hips. the other siblings remained silent but held their own opinions clear on their face; War's was of reserved understanding, Fury's almost a disapproval. "And you refuse to listen to me!"

Death looked at Cinder, fingers flexing.

"You act like your keeping tabs on a potential enemy. I can be your ally but you all refuse to allow me to be! Then why keep me here?!" she demanded, eyes snapping in the direction of each and every one of them, searching for some sort of answer, desperate for some way out from this suffocating cage she felt to be in.

"The Charred Council has given their orders," Fury spoke up, very little patience in her voice.

"I do not belong to the Charred Council. You four, however, are their damn lap dogs!" She visibly saw them stiffen. Death's hand twitched, War's grip on his weapon tightened, Strife went oddly still, Fury's teeth were barred with her fingers clenched around her whip already.

"The Balance you have been made to believe does not exist, nor will it ever unless you wake up."

"And what do you know, of the Balance." With a deadly grace of a hunting beast, Death approached. "What have you done to contribute, in your time imprisoned, memory-less, and lost, hmm? What have you done that we haven't?"

"How dare you...."

"Is that all you have?" he challenged.

"I," she stepped up to Death, closing the distance as steadily as his pace did. "Reaped souls, I kept peace in the Balance before the Charred Council even existed and called to power you and your siblings. I protected the well of souls-- I was guardian of reincarnation, I DECIDED who came back and who did not. I KEPT tainted souls out of the Threads of Life."

"I don't see you doing much anymore," Death spoke his mind honestly, but made a huge mistake. He failed to register her anger, or how close she'd been to snapping. It was but half a second he had to register the shrinking of her pupils, before she thew a strike that actually struck. He staggered back, stunned by the force of her blow and the sting of the wounds on his shoulder, but quickly met her with his scythe drawn, taking a step back. Impossibly swift and experienced in the art of his attack style, Cinder could predict and snatched the shaft closest to the blade that neared for the injuring strike. A harsh yank pulled him closer, ducking that second swing of his, and took the opportunity to jab him upside the head with her opposite elbow. 'What the hell-" appalled was he that, in all these eons, someone had actually managed to land a strike on him. Impressed, would he be if his mind did not ring with a distant chiming bell. A moment, he took to recognize the skill she actually had to read his movements before he actually executed them. Head snapping up, ebony locks tossed with the violent motion. Cinder blocked Fury's attack with the scythe Death did not remember letting go of, but figured it must have been when she'd yanked-- with more strength then he had expected- him closer. "Stop!"

Fury flicked her wrist, aiming to tangle Cinder in a thorny trap of Scorn. The ethereal metals wrapped around Cinder's arm, shredding her flesh but somehow the appendage stayed on. Tugging just right, Cinder dislodged the tangled teeth of Scorn, the taught line going slack, and she grabbed hold, yanking with a semi-spectral hand with enough force to tear Fury from the ground, flinging her away. Just in time, she ducked away from the scythe twin to the one in her grip, countering it with it's sibling, steel sparks flying. Death ducked and sprung, swinging outwards with his foot, the sole of his boot narrowly missing Cinder when she ducked again to avoid that painful collision to her jaw. Swerving to the side, before he could find his footing, she struck out with what necromantic energy she had. The advantage was that he was still mid-air, and not fully out of his move just yet. The energies struck him square in the chest, and he tumbled to the ground.

"You have no idea what I am going through," Heaving a painful breath, Cinder approached. "I am plagued at night by dreams and memories of a past i am beginning to recall. I do not sleep, I starve no matter how much I devour." she expressed with her hands, stolen scythe still in her grip. "I just want to find a reason to exist again when I have nothing! I am filled with so much agony and hatred that I am TRYING to mediate peacefully."

Wordlessly, the Horseman watched her kneel in front of him, hands twitching in anticipation of an attack, eyes locked on hers though he saw a significant lack of anger after her outburst. Just... Was that regret he saw?

"Don't become the outlet I channel my anger into..." Extended was her hand, and the scythe she'd snatched from him, the curve pointed in her own direction, but bent along the length of the shaft. It was a state Death recognized- it was the one of neutrality. She was returning what was his, and he took it, standing up along with her.

"Well..." he huffed, returning both scythes to his belt after a long moment of feeling the comfort of them in his hands. He still hadn't fully recovered from the shock in his mind. "Is that all?"

A sigh, it almost sounded like a snarl. "One more thing." The bony ridge of his eyebrow seemed to lift in reply, despite it's improbable nature to do so. "You are a jerk."

"I was well aware, thank you for your wasted input-" Her fist collided so squarely with the front of his mask, it almost shattered the nasal bone. Did he deserve it? Probably.

[heart-n-sol-critters]

Even though I'm a Craftyday/Sun flower shipper I do really like this ship and have a couple of headcanons that I would like to share with you! :D

• Their ship name is either Sunkiss, Sunnycuddles, or Puppylove

• They have tons of sleepovers together

• Once every 2 weeks they go on a date

(It's always something really cute like- going to the museum, having a picnic, baking together, going roller skating, picking flowers, watching the fireworks together, going to the beach, going to the carnival/state fair etc..)

• Kickin and Hoppy LOVES to tease Dogday by impersonating Bobby's voice and saying things like "Oh Dogday you're so strong and handsome!" "I just wanna hug and kiss you all over!" "Carry me away your arms!" and laugh as they watched Dogday's face turns as bright as a strawberry from embarrassment

• He think that Bobby's beauty is a complete UNDERSTATEMENT. He thinks that she's the most beautiful girl in the entire world

• Despite the fact that Dogday is allergic to chocolate, that isn't stopping him from getting a box of chocolates just for her

(he usually just gives it to her while wearing gloves and a mask)

• Dogday loves to surprise Bobby by giving her a big beautiful bouquet of flowers out of nowhere

• Bobby loves to surprise Dogday by jumping out of nowhere and smothering him with kisses and hugs

• Whenever Bobby is wearing lipstick or lip gloss, she'll leave hundreds of tiny little kiss marks all over Dogday's face

• Dogday will often make heart-shaped pancakes for Bobby

• THEY CALL EACH OTHER EVERY SINGLE PET NAME IN THE BOOK.

• Their favorite activity is making friendship bracelets together

• Dogday lets Bobby do his makeup and nails

Bobby: "Hey Sunshine"

Dogday: "Yeah Babe, what's up?"

Bobby: "I have a question..."

Dogday: "Well what is it?"

Bobby: "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Dogday: "Uhmmm.... Yeah, sure!"

Bobby "WAIT REALLY??!!?"

Dogday: "Well yeah! I'd probably keep you in a cage for your safety and I would probably let you move around my hand"

Bobby: "YAAAY!!"

• Dogday is VERY protective of Bobby to the point where the other critters have started calling him "Bobby's guard dog" WHICH IS VERY TRUE, because whenever someone tries to be mean or belittle Bobby, he'll get all up in their face and act 10x more aggressive than they were to Bobby

• If someone makes fun of Bobby, she'll cry. BUT If someone made fun Dogday and made him cry OH MAN IT'S GOING TO BE A LIVING HELL FOR THEM. IT WOULD BE A BLOODBATH

(she wouldn't kill them. she would just give them a severe ass whooping while screaming at to never mess with Dogday ever again. (they're just both very protective of each other)

• My headcanon for Bobby is that she has separation anxiety and abandonment issues so, when Dogday found out about it PRIVACY WAS NO LONGER A THING. HE WOULD CLING ON TO HER LIKE A KOALA AND SHE LOVED IT. THEY STUCK TOGETHER LIKE SUPER GLUE, IT HONESTLY IMPRESSIVE HOW CLINGY THEY ARE

• PDA IS THEIR WHOLE THING. They'll hold hands, hug, cuddle, kiss each other, and even nuzzle their noses with 0 SHAME WHATSOEVER.

• Catnap, Bubba, and Kickin are Dogday's wingmen and Craftycorn, Picky, and Hoppy are Bobby's wingwomen

• Bobby has a A03 account and secretly writes fanfics about her and Dogday

(the only ones you know about are Crafty and Hoppy)

• Their favorite outdoor activities are going on the swings, playing tag, and playing fitch

• They have tons of karaoke nights

• They both love the fireworks but Dogday HATES how loud they are so whenever they're watching the fireworks together Bobby will cover Dogday's ears whenever a big firework is it about to explode

• They'll often play board games and video games together

Kickin: "Hey, Bubba"

*Bubba looks up from his book to see that it's Kickin*

Bubba: "Hmm? Oh hi Kickin, what's going on?"

Kickin: *point at Bobby and Dogday who are currently on the floor and look very angry while also being on the verge of tears* "What's up with them?"

Bubba: "Hmm? Them? Yeah, they just got into an argument. Don't worry about it"

Kickin: "Okay? If they just got into an argument, then why are they holding hands?"

Bubba: "Because Kickin, they get sad whenever they get into an argument"

• PDA IS WHOLE THING. They'll hold hands, hug, cuddle, kiss, they'll even nuzzle there are noses with 0 SHAME WHATSOEVER

• They're very much Barbie and Ken core

(Specifically from Life in the Dreamhouse and not the Barbie movie. if ykyk.)

• DOGDAY GIVING BOBBY PRINCESS TREATMENT👏 👏👏>>>>>>>

• Dogday is such a gentle man to Bobby like- He'll open the door, clear her chair, and just be a straight-up walking green flag

• Dogday will pick Bobby up and spin her around just like how Disney prince does to his princess

• Whenever they're apart from each other for more than 5 minutes they'll become super sad and miss each other

Bobby:*sighs* "I miss my boyfriend"

Hoppy: "OH MY GOD. BOBBY. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN YOU SHUT UP ABOUT DOGDAY FOR AT LEAST 1 MINUTE PLEASE??"

(don't get me wrong, Hoppy does care about her best friend's happiness however, when she hears about her talking about her boyfriend ALL THE TIME. she does get a little tired from it)

That's all I have for now! I hope you like it!! :D

these are all so good !! :D

[spidergutz-writes]

He cares.

Otis driftwood x reader, a Drabble for my bestie @myers-meadow . fluff, angst if you squint and read backwards, comfort :> , a bit of gore, but nothing serious.

Warmth

darkness

Silence

those are the sole things keeping you alive right now as you lay on the couch, cocooned with a soft blanket that baby had gratefully given you. Sleep is but a wish for you, as you do your best to clear your mind and calm down, but your head is in shambles. It feels as if someone is constantly bashing in your skull with a hammer, and the light that peeks it’s way through the cover is blinding. You attempt to blockout the light by moving the cover some more.

it doesn’t work.

you’d want nothing more than to sleep this wretched curse of a headache off, but alas, it seems god wanted you to suffer, and stay wide awake throughout this purgatory like punishment.

Though silence in not something you can seem to achieve in this house, as screams and cries of agony ring through the entire household, followed by none other than baby’s giggles. Even if you’ve grown used to it, at a time like this, it feels like her giggling is actually stabbing you in the head. You can hear the pounding in your skull, and it’s driving you crazy. It feels as though your body will explode, and honestly you’re sure you would rather that, than this.

you had tried powering through it, doing chores, but you almost passed out when you tried to pick up a towel, and that’s when baby “insisted” forced you to lay down on the couch.

While in the haze of your own thoughts, a small creak in the floor bored has you wincing, Even small and subtle noises hurt. But you feel more at ease at the familiar pattern of the steps that approach you.

Otis.

the smell of blood is strong, but once again, familiar. And, oddly enough, comforting. the weight on the couch shifts, and you groan, the shift causing your head to move. After a solid second or two, you can feel him start to lay down next to you, him opting to be big spoon as always, you slowly scoot over to make room for him. His body enveloping yours, completely caging you in, per say.

Nonetheless, his arm snakes around your waist, and you can feel his hot breath on your neck, plus the warmth radiating from his body is oh so comforting. “Ya feelin okay princess?”

Otis’s voice is unusually soft, and helps soothe your mind ever so slightly. You’re too exhausted and in pain to answer verbally so, instead you just shake your head no. Otis doesn’t say anything back, and instead, slowly urges you to turn around. You obey his silent command, and turn onto your other side.

your now face to face with your boyfriend, and you can now properly see the worry in his eyes.

you never told him about your headaches, mostly because they were rare and you didn’t feel the need to, but now wish you would’ve. you know that if you would have told him about this, he would’ve known exactly how to handle this, but right now, he’s relying on pure instinct to try and take care of you. Which all in all, isn’t such a bad thing, considering how you already feel a little more at peace In his arms.

Safe…

You still don’t feel like talking, so you just snuggle closer to Otis, burying your face into his chest, the comfort and safety of him being near eases your mind a little more, and you finally feel as though you can sleep.

your eyes are heavy, and your head is becoming fuzzy.

his hand reaches around you to softly stroke your hair, and as sleep slowly takes you, you can hear him mumble something.

just a soft and sweet “love you….”

Otis is very rarely soft, and that’s why moments like these are worth millions to you, because this is how you know he truly cares.

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OH GOD-

this took forever for me to write and I’m so sorry. I really need to manage my time better-

but anyways, as always, please give me constructive criticism!

and! Request are still open, and I would gladly take any HC requests you might have! Please give me HC requests- I’m actually begging you PLEASE-

[panzershrike-pretz]

when you get this, answer with five mutuals you love and why! then send to five other people <3

@onehelluvamarine -> LOU IS AMAZING!! Truly an amazing and cool person with whom I could spend hours talking to if I could! She's sweet, understandable and we vibe so much?? I love having the privilege to call Lou my friend! Truly, makes me feel very lucky >:3 and she also always finds my memes funny so I win. And I converted her to Potoo (with Em's help). I could tag all of your blogs to fill up the 5 mutuals because I love you so so so much!!

@xxluckystrike -> BLU IS SUCH A COOL PERSON SHE'S SO TALENTED AND COOL SJDJSJWJ!!!!!!! She makes the most amazingest moodboards and then writes so well????? And she's in fucking bands??????? Leave a bit of art for the rest of us 😡😡😡😡😡 (i love you do much I could explode you with my mind💕💕💕💕💕)

@whollyjoly -> EMMMMMMMM!!!! THE OTHER POTOO LOVER!!!!! THE PO TO MY TOO!!! I love her. She's so funny and chaotic (I love tuis about her!) And her little "psst" before telling people she loves them?? Em you are awesome as fuck, thank you for being you and existing on the same timeline as me!!

@sweetxvanixlla -> VANI IS SO SWEET, IT MAKES SENSE IT'S IN HER NAME! If she were a bird she'd be maybe a cockatiel, probably (idk they seem so sweet). And also she has the vibes of cotton candy, thank you. VANI IS SUCH AN ADORABLE WOMAN AND GOOD TO TALK TO! I also love when she uses her signature blue heart 🩵

@1waveshortofashipwreck -> EM!!! AGAIN!!! I LOVE TALKING TO HER!!! We get to speak a little almost everyday and it's so cool! I'm in love with your energy and your funnyness (this word exists? Anyway). I adore you, girl, keep being great! You are cool as fuck 😎🫵 i'd hug you real hard

TL;DR: friends should not be allowed to live far away from me and I'll kidnap all of you to live inside my closet. Or in a cage. We'll see

[bee-barnes-author]

Dead Darlings Tag

Tagged by @tabswrites

Tagging: @coffeewritesfiction @vivrune @violeaes @tombstuck @ellierenae @milkhoney531 @amandacanwrite @leahkentwriter @pheita @following-the-drum @sirensatyr and an open tag for anyone else!

Rules: Share a part of your writing you love that got cut for the greater good. It doesn't matter if it's a line or a paragraph. It doesn't matter if you might work it back in. If it's not currently in a WIP and you want to share, please do.

Deleted excerpt from 'The Beast in the Glass House' (it's a long one!)

Elijah doesn’t take it well when I tell him I’ll be staying behind this moon cycle, leaving him in charge of the pack while I’m here. “Seriously? You won’t be there? Well, what the hell are you doing instead?”

“I’m attending a Halloween party with Freya and her friends.” I say, cool toned and firm in my phrasing. My little brother can’t talk me out of this one. I’m confident in my position. This is the right path for me.

Elijah gapes at me like I’ve spontaneously sprouted a second head on my shoulders. “How are you going to do that? It’s the first night.”

“I’ll be fine. We’ll leave the party before the moon is even an issue for me.” I wave his concerns off. “Haven’t I proven my control?”

His lips twitch like he has a thousand words to say, but after a moment he finally lands on, “Do you want me here as backup?”

I shake my head. “No, I need you to lead the pack run.”

He pushes back, not satisfied by my answer. “Klaus can do it. I think you need me here as backup.”

“Look, Elijah, I appreciate that you’re trying to protect me, but what you’re actually doing is undermining me. I said I’ll be fine without you.”

My final refusal seems to push his temper over the edge. “But what if you’re not fine?! What if you’re just getting sicker and sicker like dad did?!” He stomps his foot at me like a child and for a long, horrible second I think I’m going to slap him.

But I control myself. I won’t lash out like that. “ENOUGH! Elijah! I am your Alpha and you will obey me!”

“I’m worried about you, jackass!” Elijah roars back, not quite matching my volume. He makes the wise choice not to get in my face. We both know how a fist fight between us would end.

“Don’t you think I’m terrified, too?! You stupid fuck! That’s why I have to do this! If our bond can settle completely, and she knows the truth about us, then everything can go back to normal! But this is a very delicate process. So you need to back. Off.” I emphasize my final words, putting pressure on the pack bond we share. This is an order, and he knows it. 

He knows it, and he fucking hates that I’ve done it. Elijah purses his lips, clearly biting back more vicious anger. “Fine.” He snarls, snatching his coat and stomping to the front door. “Fine. Don’t fucking listen to me. Jesus, fuck.” He’s not gentle when shutting the door behind him. He slams it so hard that the door frame vibrates violently, and the pictures on the wall rattle, threatening to slip off their mounts.

Elijah thinks I’m nothing more than a beast, whose cage is actually a house made of glass. He treats me like I’ll explode at any second, goring everyone around me with crystalline shards in the process. Tonight, I will prove to him beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am in control. I won’t have him undermining me with the rest of the wolves. No pack can survive if the Alpha’s Second attempts mutiny.

On the counter, next to where Elijah stood moments ago, is a cluster of purple herbs tied together with twine. Every full moon cycle, Elijah makes tea with this and that helps to delay his transformation for as long as possible. He’s stoned out of his gourd by the time he finishes his second cup, and he says it tastes like eating a fruitarian's shit, but it’s worth it because it works. And, as furious as he is with my choice to stay behind this cycle, he still chose to leave behind a bundle of his precious herbs for me.

I pick the herbs up like they’re more fragile than eggshell china. Like they’ll crumble in my grip if I clutch it too tight. I don’t know the scientific name for them, but the long purple stems grow lush, purple petals, and even the pollen that dusts the feet of the bees is a rich purple. They’re fairly rare on this side of the world. Elijah has the only greenhouse that grows them on the west coast, as far as I know. Lucius had disagreed with using them, so out of respect, Elijah kept the plants on my property and transported small batches to the cabin each moon.

My brother is a good man. I need to remember that. He’s just scared for me, and while, as I said to his face, I’m scared as well, I can’t let that stop me from doing what I need to do. For the good of myself and for the good of the pack. He’ll see that once we’re on the other side of this mess.

For today, I push away the strife. It’s eight a.m, and I’m due to be at your front door in two hours. It’s your tradition to take Halloween day off of work and celebrate in as many ways as you can. You’ve invited me to spend the day leading up to the party with you. Of course, I accepted immediately. What sort of fool would I have to be to decline the opportunity to spend more time with you?

[furinabakery]

tbh idk how to use Tumblr, but I feel like I have to write this somewhere or else my brain might explode. Feel free to point out inconsistencies or anything. I am open to criticism that I may, in fact, just be tripping.

ANYWAY: Furina's recreation of certain archon quest scenes in the character demo is so interesting to me, because from how I see it, Furina attempted to depict the archons themselves in the scenes. And I believe this is sort of a way for Furina to make up to herself, to take control of her own fate.

[CONTAINS 4.2 SPOILERS]

The fact that Furina was recreating the archon quest scenes is already well-established, as displayed by people's reactions on Twitter; however, I don't see a lot of people pointing out that Furina was not simply shooting her little film, but was actually depicting the respective archons of the nations. Allow me to explain my visions:

First, let us establish what exact cutscenes each of the demo scenes depicted.

Mondstadt. This scene was when La Signora attacked Venti to get his gnosis. Navia depicted La Signora; Neuvillette and the Spina di Rosula guys depicted the Traveler being held back by the Fatui.

Liyue. This was when Childe rescued the Traveler, because we were being chased by the Millelith for allegedly causing Rex Lapis's death. Childe depicted himself; the Melusines depicted the Millelith.

Inazuma. This was when the Traveler challenged La Signora for a duel before the throne. Clorinde and Wriothesley depicted the Traveler and La Signora.

Sumeru. This was Nahida being caged by the Akademiya. Lyney depicts her.

That said, where does my idea of Furina depicting the archons fit in?

In the Mondstadt and Inazuma depictions, this was pretty obvious. In both scenes, Venti and Ei were present in the scenes; the former being attacked, the latter facilitating the duel. Furina was depicting both characters.

In Sumeru, what has to be noted is that, despite Nahida's physical body being caged, she could project her consciousness anywhere she liked— so I choose to interpret Furina's role here as Nahida's consciousness.

My interpretation for Liyue might be a bit of a stretch. But I suppose what has to be noted here is that Zhongli was well-aware of the chaos he caused when he pulled off his fake death thing, yet he didn't do anything— opting to act as mere spectator. In this sense, Furina's depiction of Zhongli is metaphorical.

"OP, you say that Furina depicts the archons in these scenes, but in the scenes she was depicting, the archons were miserable. Throughout Furina's 'depictions', however, she was only having fun." Yes, that brings us to the next point. Furina was depicting the archons in the demo in a way that was funner and more relaxed than how they actually were in the quests.

Why? Let me quote something from her character teaser:

"In real life, we've all seen flowers wilt, been caught out in the rain, and heard of ships being lost without a trace... But despite all this, there's something that I am convinced is still worth believing — That, at least on the stage, people's fate is in their own hands."

Furina's depiction of archons as fun and more relaxed is her way of taking charge of her own fate. For 500 years, 'Furina' (not to be confused with 'Focalors') was tasked to play the role of archon— and in all those years, she was miserable. What she was doing was not exactly out of her own wants, but out of the duty she committed herself to.

She knew that this was a performance. If she could endure until the danger had passed, she could finally take off her mask and regain the freedom to express her feelings. (From Furina's Character Story 4)

However, the prophecy was now solved. During the character demo, Furina already had a vision, which I choose to interpret to mean that it happened post-Archon Quest. This entails that she was no longer duty-bound to act as Fontaine's archon, and she now had freedom to choose which roles to play as.

And with this newfound freedom, she still chose to play as archons— but this time, she no longer bothered to act 'accordingly' with archonhood. She now only acted according to what she truly wanted to do— to have fun, be silly, and just play around.

So, to summarize: Furina was miserable for 500 years, when she acted as Fontaine's archon. But what's done is done. You know what she can still do, though? Wield the power of theater, the power of the stage, to at least reconcile with her fate. And that is what I think she did in the character demo.

[lockedin5985]

Catching up on things

I'm writing this up as I'm getting ready to go back into my cage. I was unlocked for 2 days, after my Mistress was able to make me cum in my cage. That experience was amazing. She used a Hitachi on me while other people were in the adjacent rooms. I was not tied or gagged in any way, just made to lay there and told to be quiet. She set a two minute timer and proceeded to start. It was fairly straightforward, if I wanted any relief to my swollen and aching balls, I had until the timer ran out to cum. If I didn't, then she had an ice pack at the ready to place on my very tender balls and I wouldn't be given another chance at cumming until the following weekend. I was desperate and whining. I could feel the orgasm building as I was mentally trying to count the time. As I finally got near, I knew I was very close to out of time. That is when the frantic begging began. Even with this arrangement, I am still never allowed to cum without express permission from my Mistress. The thought of her telling me No or just waiting for timer to expire was terrifyingly hot. I begged and begged, right at the edge of the release I DESPERATELY wanted, but was actively fighting back. She finally spoke up "Look at me. Good boy. Cum for me. Now." I EXPLODED. Never in my life have I cum so much. As soon as I started, the timer went off and she immediately took away the stimulation from the wand. I lay there whimpering that I was cumming, straining against and filling the cage as she watched and laughed. Desperate for more stimulation. Much too soon the orgasm faded and the ache and soreness started to set back in. She slowly let me out of the cage so I could go clean up myself and it. All the while expressing her displeasure that I came on her sheets. I've been wildly in love with this woman for years. Now that she has my cock....her cock, locked in chastity, I love and want her even more.

We spent several hours last night talking about all the ideas she has for me. From having my entiee lower body waxed, to chaining me down and using me as a foot stool while a fucking machine rails my ass for hours.

The longer I spend denied, the more I yearn for Her depraved attention. Yes please, ruin me. Deny me. Change my body and appearance to suit your mood. Humiliate and degrade me. I will tell you "Thank you Mistress" and mean it every time.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Visions of Johanna

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ? We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind. In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane Louise she's all right she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear That Johanna's not here The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall Oh, how can I explain ? It's so hard to get on And these visions of Johanna they kept me up past the dawn.

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles See the primitive wallflower frieze When the jelly-faced women all sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze I can't find my knees." Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.

The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Saying, "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like Louise always says "Ya can't look at much, can ya man." As she, herself prepares for him And Madonna, she still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes everything's been returned which was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.

~ Bob Dylan ~ (Blonde on Blonde, 1966) [Echoes of Panhala]

[camellia-thea]

13, 41, and 42 for preferably both Taralin and Dove but can be just one

thank you. more musings than narratives here.

13. what does their handwriting look like?

i have samples of them both which will be uploaded when i have my ipad, and when i can take a photo of dove's journal.

dove's is written quickly, it's almost a scrawl, specifically because of her history with note taking in meetings. she writes fast, and her handwriting declines because of it.

taralin's is considered, and almost completely cursive. she was taught by her mother to always have a tidy hand -- who wants their spell book, or lore book in taralin's case, to be illegible?

please remind me to upload those images later tonight

41. are they good at controlling their emotions?

taralin bites her tongue, the blood pools in her mouth. a residue from too sharp teeth, even in this human form. she's angry and frightened, but for now, she is controlled. she will not snap, and so for now, she smiles with bloody teeth. a threat and a promise in one.

she will fight, or she will run, but for now, she will freeze.

---

dove is a storm inside, beast rattling at its cage in her mind. it growls cruelty in her sire's voice. she doesn't ignore it, she stokes the flames. the violence will come, and when it does, the world around her should be ready.

she is fire and ice and lightning, shadows in her blood, writhing behind her teeth. but, she's patient enough, she can hold that explosive anger back until it is time to unleash it on all who would harm her, and hers.

---

taralin is an animal, a monster masquerading as something human. her instincts are to fight, to flee, and the beast always wins eventually.

dove has accepted her rage, her hatred, her inadequacy. it just makes her stronger, in the end. she'll win. she knows it. she doesn't make bad choices. she always wins.

---

notes:

dove and taralin are very similar in regard to emotions. both are frightened, and angry, and hold a lot of visceral violence within them.

taralin's rage is contained until they can no longer hold it, until it explodes out of them in a monstrous act of violence. when they hit that point, they stop caring. can't care anymore. the fragile remains of the morals they are desperately trying to rebuild falter, and all they are is their rage, their hatred, and their fear.

dove, on the other hand, is a maelstrom, contained only by the fact that she wants to unleash it all at the right moment. objectively, her control is better than taralin's, and her violence is intentional. she is fascinated by her capacity for horrific acts, and she does not have the same qualms about morality before or afterwards.

another key difference between them is their guilt.

taralin is guilty always, but dove is rather apathetic to it all. again, she doesn't make bad choices. the only times she'll be frustrated with her decisions is if they are caused entirely by what little morals linger within her, or when they impede her progress on projects.

taralin is buried in guilt, buried in his past actions, buried in the actions they might've taken. buried by the morals they had to let go of with the morrigan.

dove's rage feels righteous. taralin's rage feels monstrous. that should tell you a lot about the pair.

42. how similar is your character to you?

... dove and taralin are my own perceived worst qualities to the max.

taralin is a paranoid, self-isolating coward. full of self hatred.

dove is also self-isolating, but she's taken the people pleaser route to protect herself. she's very proud, but tries to hide it.

both lost their morals in the process of becoming who they are.

they are me if i was worse, basically. just different aspects. navi also has this.

don't worry about me. i am fine.