#i just wish it was something that was explored more

[parachutingkitten]

Maybe Lloyd just shouldn't be a master.

He's clearly not very good at it. He's been trying it since season 5, and his first real students both take FOREVER to make any progress. Sora takes a whole season to unlock her powers, but apparently isn't taught spinjitzu in any of that time- the literal first thing we see taught to any of our characters in the original show. Arin somehow makes backwards progress with Lloyd, and then after doing like three poses with his friend seems to get it instantly.

Like... seems like he's just not very good at teaching. Maybe he should hand the position over to Kai, he's got a natural knack for it, a lot more experience, and a much higher success rate as far as I'm concerned. Master Kai for the win.

[utilitycaster]

i am so curious what you think about fearne as a character, especially in the full context of this campaign, and how she ranks in terms of contributing good storytelling. she was consistently my least favorite (ie., lovely and entertaining to watch, but not personally interesting or dimensional in a way that made me care, and more often than not, frustratingly avoidant of plot or depth) and i'm wondering how much you'd relate to that. i'm interested in hearing an alternate perspective! this is an invitation for as much of your thoughts as you have them, because i love reading your posts and meta. have a great day <3

Hey anon, thank you!

I find myself in an awkward place here because I do like Fearne for a couple reasons, and I think a major one is because I think Ashley is one of the only people at the table who actually explored, in-character, that Fearne was an indecisive person who was terrified of making the wrong choices (notably during both the aftermath of the first Otohan fight, and during the whole course of Shardgate). Like, Fearne's disconnect at times from the world, and moments of self-centeredness, and indecision all felt very true to Ashley's original concept both in EXU Prime and the general concept of fey morality. I also think that in a campaign with a number of fraught familial relationships that were underserved, Fearne's was, while still not given the time I wish it had been, one of the strongest. Fearne deciding, after meeting her missing parents, that she wasn't sure if she liked them felt very earned and true, and it felt like she put in the work when she later spoke to them during the party's time resting in the Feywild.

I also give Fearne something of a pass because I think she was put in perhaps the least enviable spot of all this campaign, and that's saying something. While I think pretty much every character would have been much, much better had we focused more on their backstory and exploring and resolving that, Ashley's intended darker fairytale concept was just...abandoned. Like we got Ligament Manor and Morri, and they were great! But there was no plot for her in the feywild other than "your parents are caught up in this moon thing, and your birth father is also caught up in this moon thing". The first part came up very early and got quickly overshadowed by the rest of the whole Bassuras pile-up, and the second part came out right before the Ruidus scouting mission and was perhaps one of the worst victims of the late campaign breakneck pacing. Honestly, a lot of the feywild stuff felt oddly insubstantial - we know that breaking the fey key apparently did something, and that breaking up the meeting in Pravenier prevented Fey allies from attacking Vox Machina at the key in the end (though it's hard to say exactly what that would have entailed), but like...was the Seelie Court working in opposition? Were there any extraplanar allies in the Accord? Was the Feywild at risk here, as Ollie believed it to be? Because it never entered into Bells Hells' considerations! All the Feywild plot threads just went nowhere. Even their greatest fey ally, Ira, was far more motivated by his own dislike of Ludinus than any loyalty to Fearne; the party didn't really need to cultivate him as an ally, he just showed up.

And then, of course, there's the fact that Fearne was a Ruidusborn, but she wasn't THE Ruidusborn, she wasn't exaltant, that was Imogen - and the cool thing she did get, the spark of Rau'shan, was a great moment but was, like Ashton's titan abilities, mechanical and some cool scenes only but not relevant to Predathos in a meaningful way any more so than like, Chetney's ability to turn into a wolf was. I don't even think Ashley was being particularly indecisive, or rather, the Zathuda and Yu "should we kill them or no" scenes were excruciating in the lack of decision, but I feel that the problem was she was given absolutely nothing to fucking work with and that's not her fault. I think it's a testament to Ashley's ability as an actor that I do feel she had depth and even a little character development because she was essentially pushed into a thankless second fiddle role. When I think of the people who actually made an effort to do small solo scenes or seek other people out, Fearne praying to the Wildmother or Raven Queen and pickpocketing scenes stand out as bright spots.

So I think it's valid to be frustrated or not vibe, but I think it's entirely a DM-ing problem. This campaign was really not made to accommodate Fearne's concept.

[kissbyoon]

𖼥ৎ⠀“RECIPE OF LOVE.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯ INWHICH kim mingyu—the nation's favourite chef, is willing to lose against you.

₍ ... ₎ EXPLORE? ✦ chef!mingyu & chef/f!rea ⋆◞ 𝒈. romantic, crack, angst & fluff by the end · 𝒄𝒘. reader wears (long) skirt, mentions of scissors & food, kissing⎯⎯ ꒱

리자: part of valentine's special event—RUSH FOR LOVE! stop stop! Highly recommended to listen to 'I wish' during the last angsty scene and 'to you' during the kiss (also at the last) <3

"Kim Mingyu—the rich, famous and insanely good-looking chef of the country that worked in the same multi-million company as you. Expect, you just joined the company. And what you thought was rivalry between you two, turns out to be something much more sweeter."

“He is so handsome!” “How can he be so perfect?”

Just like any other new staff, your first impression on Kim Mingyu was just that.

But as time passed by, you started to despise the fact that he always overshadowed others.

By others, I mean you.

And the way everyone was always over him—’Kim Mingyu this, Kim Mingyu that’—it made your blood boil in anger and jealousy.

You swore that you could beat his cooking skills.

One problem, though; Mingyu wasn't just an ordinary professional chef. He was famous, rich, invited in every cooking show you've ever watched as a judge.

But when the company acknowledged you as one of the capable people to do the work for their biggest product projects─it didn't take long for Kim Mingyu to be your opponent.

Mingyu would work on his recipe, and you would on yours. And the best one gets selected.

How hard could it be? Right?

Not when your opponent is already starting his work, and you are still processing how to get things done.

It was exhausting and draining. But you kept trying to come up with something until there was only two weeks left. There was no way you could get this done now.

But when you arrived to work the next day, you found two large sticky notes by your office desk. It was a dish recipe.

You were used to writing down your recipes and pasting them around your house. So, thinking that it was yours, you decided to give it a try and head to your department's kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, the first person you see is Kim Mingyu—stirring something in a bowl. You try to ignore his presence, and reach out to grab an apron from the hanger.

"Good morning," Mingyu wished, making sure his presence wasn't ignored. You turned to look at him, and he wore that same stupid grin on his face.

Faintly smiling, you nod your head in acknowledgement and get back to your work. Mingyu didn't find it interesting to pester you further, so he focused in his work as you did on yours.

After a few minutes of silence, you were startled by Mingyu's voice suddenly calling out, "That's not how you do it," he said, and he looked genuinely offended at how you handled the recipe.

"Oh? Then teach me, Mr. Perfect Kim." You taunted. But the man simply grinned and stepped forward to grab the pan handle from your hands.

"Watch, and learn." He slyly smiled, wearing a mischievous glint in his eyes that made your lips curve into a small smile.

"Okay, Mr. Kim. I'm watching."

"Stop being too formal." He complained.

He then poured the batter from the bowl on the pan, and effortlessly began to toss it in the air. The sweet and tangy smell of the sauce filled your nose as he slowly spread it evenly on the fritter.

Your eyes glittered with awe at the sight of his cooking. And what also didn't go unnoticed by you, was the way he showed off his biceps while flipping the pan—causing you to giggle at his antics.

After the fritter was done, he grabbed a plate from a nearby cabinet and served the fritter ready.

It was perfect. It smelled perfect, looked perfect and would definitely taste perfect.

And maybe, you underestimated his potential.

Turning around with the plate in his hands, Mingyu grinned from ear-to-ear, waiting for you to say something.

"That's how it's done." He said, stretching out his arms to hand you the plate. "Take a bite, and tell me it's perfect!"

Holding in a smile, you take the plate from his hands. "Fork," you gestured towards the countertop, where a bunch of utensils lied. Mingyu followed your command and quickly grabbed a fork before handing it to you.

You break the fitter in half, scooping up a small bite in your mouth—while the man in front of you waited eagerly for your comment like a kid.

"Hm," you hummed, furrowing your eyebrows. And Mingyu's smile immediately dropped at that.

"What," his lips jutted out in a pout. "Is it not good?" He asked, playing with the ring on his finger.

It would be a disappointment if you didn't like it. Because the recipe itself was made for you. By him.

"It's..." You sighed, gulping. "Amazing." You breathe out, widening your eyes to prove your point.

"I knew it!" Mingyu grinned adorably, clapping his hands together. "You're such a tease."

"Look who's talking."

"Hey, I'm your senior, have some respect!"

"You were the one who just told me to stop being so formal?"

"...right."

From that day onwards, you realised that Kim Mingyu... wasn't so bad as you thought. There was a reason everyone was so down bad for him, and now you start to see that too.

During work hours, Mingyu would often offer to help you out with the kitchen work—even staying behind during night shifts.

He was a kind, handsome, respectful, funny and a loveable guy. You don't know why you couldn't see that before.

As the day of selection neared, you started to notice how giddy Mingyu would get when you mentioned the recipe you were making.

And on the day of selection, you surprisingly won against him. Were you happy? Yes, of course. But did you like to watch Mingyu lose like you wished? Strangely, no.

And you tried your best to ignore it for seven whole months, until one day.

You were scanning through your desk when you found your scissors missing. So, when Mingyu was passing by your office, you asked him to let you borrow his scissors for sometime.

He agreed, but was busy with work, so he suggested you to get it yourself from his desk.

As you started to search for it, your eyes landed on a small notepad—likely of his recipes. Interested and meaning no harm, you flip the page and read through. Completely neglecting the fact that you were here for the scissors.

But, your eyes caught a specific page.

04.06.24 — RECIPE FOR Y/N ♡

(do not let her know about this...)

"What the fuck," you muttered under your breath, reading each and every step of the recipe. It was exactly the same as yours—the one which you thought was written by you.

Did you really just find out the real reason behind your selection after seven months?

"Did you find it?" Mingyu stepped into his office, closing the door behind him. But before he could look at the notepad, you slide it under your pocket and glance around his desk.

Mingyu makes his way to his desk, searching for the scissors. As your eyes caught the scissors lying over a stack of books, you quickly grab it and nod your head.

"It's here, idiot." you gently smack his head, earning a laugh from him. He straightened himself, and reached out to rub the part where you hit—dramatically scowling with a pout.

"That wasn't very nice, y'know," he complained, waiting for you to fall for his cute actions and maybe earn an apology.

You giggled, waving the scissors in your hands. "I'll return this later," you say. "I'm off to work now!" Completely ignoring the man in front of you, you make your way towards the door and Mingyu just stands there, watching you walk away.

"There's something called being considerate!"

"What's that?" You turn around for the last time, making him frown with your words. "Hey—" "Also, meet me at the corner shop tomorrow at six. I'll be waiting." Cutting him short, you then walk away to your office.

And the subtle shift in your tone by the end didn't go unnoticed by Mingyu.

The next day was the 14th of February, or you could just say Friday.

Which meant that you had gotten off work earlier than usual—around 3PM. While Mingyu gets off at around 4. So it's fair for both of you to arrive at the corner shop at 6.

As soon as the clock hit 6, Mingyu was off to the corner shop and he reached there sooner than he had expected to. But you were nowhere to be seen. So, he went inside and bought two ice creams for himself.

"Alright, thanks," Mingyu thanked the young cashier, making his way out of the shop with two ice creams in his hand.

Just as he began to savour the first bite, he felt the ice cream on his other hand getting snatched away—making him turn around in the speed of light.

"Wha—"

"I see how it is, chef." You teased with the nickname, taking a bite of the ice cream in your hands. "You were going to eat these alone?"

"No, I—" Mingyu gulped down, blinking with a pout on his face. "You shouldn't eat ice cream in this cold weather," he mumbled, reaching out to take the ice cream from your hands.

You sway his hand away, watching his expression drop. "Double standards?"

Mingyu clicked his tongue and turned away with a disappointed look. "It wasn't bought for you anyways!"

Letting out a sigh, you stretch your arm in his direction, offering him the ice cream back. "Okay, big baby, you can have it."

The man turns around to face you with a look of disbelief. "I was just joking! Do you see me as a kid who cries over ice creams?" He rants with a small offended pout. "And plus, isn't it obvious that I bought it for you?"

"Honestly?"

"No, leave it."

You laugh at his defeated expression as Mingyu sighs with a faint smile. His hand reaches out to hold yours. "Let's go take a seat."

You let him take you to a nearby park, that was rather empty. He guides you towards the swings, helping you to sit down on one and takes a seat himself.

"So, is there something you want to..." Mingyu trailed off, turning to look at you. You nod, taking another bite of your ice cream before handing it to him and pulling out a notepad from your long skirt's pocket.

"This," you say, reaching your hand out to show him the notepad that was turned at a specific page—RECIPE FOR Y/N.

You thought he'd panic, or he'd become nervous at the sight of it—but he just smiled, and shifted his gaze on you. "What about it?"

"I—" you pause, blinking. "I wasn't supposed to find it!"

"But you did," he simply said, taking the last bite of his ice cream. "And it was perfect. I don't see a problem with that."

You wanted to protest, but instead, you just sigh and lean back, staring at the page. "Why would you even do all this?"

"For you," Mingyu's voice softened, making you glance at him. "I did it for you."

"I didn't want it!" Your tone was slightly harsh, but when your eyes met his gentle ones, it softened immediately. "I never said I wanted it..." Your lips unknowingly formed a pout. And your eyes became glossy at the sight of Mingyu.

"Yes, I did want to win against you. I did want to prove to everyone that I'm also a good chef," you ranted, tears welling up gradually. "I also wanted to show everyone that you weren't as good as all of them thought you were!" Your voice cracked by the end, as you reached out to wipe the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Mingyu immediately stood up, rushing to your side as he kneeled down. "Hey, hey—"

"But you made it hard for me to compete against you!" You cried out, hiding your face in your hands. Mingyu's hand instinctively reached out to brush your hair away from your face, gently removing your hands and held it in his.

"Why do you have to be so kind?" As he pulls you into a hug, you mumble against the thick fabric of his jacket, his hands patting your back in a gentle motion.

"You want to know why?" His voice was barely a whisper, gentle and warm. You nod, waiting for him to continue.

"But," he slowly pulled away from the hug, hands reaching to cup your cheeks. "I thought I was obvious enough?" Mingyu tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows in a cute manner.

You stare up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Come on," he sighed. "Does that mean my hints didn't even reach you this whole time?" A chuckle escaped his mouth at the sight of your genuinely dumbfounded expression.

"Could you be, like, a little more specific? Please?" You held back the urge to pick up a fight with him, because how could he laugh in this situation?

He leaned down, subtly closing the distance between you two, making your breath hitch. "It's because I care about you," he smiled, tucking a hair strand behind your ear. "And it's not friendly shit. Not at all. I hope you get what I mean."

Your eyes lit up and you made no effort in trying to move away from him. It gave you warmth and comfort, to be this close to him.

When you took a little too long to respond, Mingyu could swear his breath got caught up in his throat and he tried his best to act normal. "I might need a response from you to move on," he tried to laugh it off, leaning away to step back.

But you immediately stood up, gently but tightly grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a sweet, beautiful kiss that you both knew you two craved. Your lips fell quiet against his, waiting for him to respond back. And he did, kissing you softly with a smile forming on his lips.

A few seconds into it, he slowly pulled back, staring into your eyes like the whole universe hid behind them.

"You scared me," Mingyu chuckled, pressing a light kiss on your lips.

"Don't be a coward and initiate the kiss, Mr. Kim." You giggled, cupping his cheeks in your hands as he nodded with a determined expression, and pulled you by the waist to kiss you again.

He pulled back, face red from blushing and grinning. "Like this?"

Maybe this is what you call a recipe of love.

[homuraakemis]

Vi and her mental resilience

I don't think the fandom gives Vi enough credit for how mentally resilient she is. I see a lot of people say they wish the show explored more of Vi's trauma (and I do wish the show had given her traumas more attention), but a lot of the time what people mean when they say this is that they wanted Vi to show more obvious signs of trauma, and I don't really think that would make sense for Vi's characterization, precisely because I think one of the main points of Vi's characterization is that she really is that mentally resilient.

The thing people forget is that not everyone reacts to trauma in the same way. Not everyone will break down, have hallucinations and PTSD episodes like Jinx. Some people will, in fact, cope better with their traumas than others, and I think Vi is one of these people.

As a child, we see that she is not affected by the death of her parents in the same way Powder is: Powder starts having hallucinations already in the bridge scene, and she develops severe abandonment issues. Vi, on the other hand, takes on the responsibility of being the protector (which obviously takes a toll on her, but I will talk about that later). She obviously grieves her parents, but she is able to deal with it: when Vander takes her to the bridge where her parents died, she is initially distraught, but is able to deal with it. She focuses on the good in her life and what she still has (her sister and adoptive family), instead of focusing on what she's lost. (By the way, I'm not saying any of this to discredit Jinx or say that she's weak. I'm just describing how Jinx and Vi reacted in different ways to their trauma).

In Stillwater, we see the exact same thing: she lost her entire family, she feels guilty about slapping and “abandoning” Powder, but she never lets it break her spirit. She focuses on her hope of seeing Powder again, she exercises her body, she beats up Silco's goons as a way to gain information on Powder (this is stated on Vi's council archives). Again, she focuses on hope, on what she still has, instead of sinking into despair.

During Jinx's tea party, we can see a glimpse of how she dealt with the deaths of Vander, Mylo and Claggor: she tells Jinx to remember them, without realizing that this is triggering for Jinx, because for Vi, their memory is actually what gives her strength. I'm aware that the situations are a bit different here, because Jinx was directly responsible for their deaths while Vi wasn't. But I would point out that Vi probably also feels guilty for their deaths: she is the one who took Mylo and Claggor there on the mission to rescue Vander, right after Vander gave her that speech about them being her responsibility. Vi clearly also feels guilty for what happened to them. But while Jinx let that guilt consume her, without being able to move on, Vi actually is able to move on, and sees their memory as something good, something that gives her strength. Once again, we see Vi's tendency to focus on the positive instead of the negative.

Then, when she accepts that her sister has changed and needs to be stopped, instead of breaking down, Vi still wants to take responsibility for it and help stop Jinx. She focuses on how she can fix the situation. And by the end of the show, after losing Jinx (though I do think Vi suspects Jinx survived), we see once again Vi's resilience: she is still grieving, yes, but she is able to sing, she is able to smile at Caitlyn, and she is still determined to “continue in the fight”. She is taking the steps to heal, even if she isn't totally there yet.

Of course, Vi is not made of steel. I'm not saying she is a pinnacle of mental health. She has moments in which she does break down and becomes self destructive, like her pit fighter era. But in this moment, she really had lost everything: her family, her sister, Caitlyn, even Ekko had disappeared. She had no hope. But even then, we see that she can still function: she is able to pay for an apartment, she is not really suicidal (in my opinion, I don't think she is), and she is able to go on despite her despair. Yes, she is being self destructive, but she still goes on. And as soon as she gets a little bit of hope again from Jinx coming to find her to save Vander, we see her leave that despair behind and once again cling to hope really fast.

Another mental issue that I do think Vi has is of course the fact that she was parentified, took on the role of the protector, and that she tends to see everything as her responsibility, and she has difficulty letting go of the people she loves. But even here, I think people don't give her the credit she deserves: Vi might find it difficult to let people go and let go of her guilt, but she actually does make the effort. She tries to reach out to Jinx in season 1, but when Jinx refuses her help and continues with actions Vi disagrees with, Vi does let go of her and accepts that Jinx needs to be stopped. She might still feel some guilt for how Jinx turned out (“I'm the one who created the monster"), but she does make a conscious effort to not blame herself for Jinx's actions (“I'm done blaming myself for your mistakes"). And in the end, yes, she tries to free Jinx, but only because she believes Jinx has changed for the better (and Vi was right about this, Jinx had indeed changed). If she didn't believe this, Vi would not have tried to free her (as we see in act 1, Vi is able to hold her sister accountable for her crimes if she believes that her sister is remorseless for her actions). And when Jinx locks her in a cell, Vi does not go running after her once she is freed by Caitlyn. She doesn't know Jinx is suicidal, but if she really was this person so unable to let go that the fandom claims she is, she would still have run after Jinx. And yet, she stays to fight, she doesn't go running after her sister. In the final scene, even with the suspicion that Jinx might be alive (and I'm certain Vi does suspect this), Vi doesn't go running after Jinx, she voices her commitment to stay with Caitlyn because this is what she wants.

So yeah, all of this was to say that I think Vi's mental resilience is underrated by the fandom. She suffered the loss of her entire family, was imprisoned and beaten up for 7 years, had to deal with her sister completely changing into a criminal who tries to kill her and kidnaps her, suffered heartbreak from her relationship with Caitlyn, and despite it all, she was still able to keep going, to cling to hope whenever she could, keep her good heart, keep her determination, and always focus on the positive parts of her life. She is able to let go, she is able to move on from her traumas, and we see this multiple times in the show.

(By the way, there's this great video analysis of Vi's resilience by a psychologist. It's in Portuguese, though, and I don't think the automatic captions are very good, but if you speak Portuguese, definitely check it out!)

[woozinhos]

The8 with inexperienced reader, he would definitely take his time to make reader feel good please write about this

Notes: god anon hed be so precious thanks for requesting

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You and Minghao were lying in bed, cuddling after a long day. Minghao looked at you with a mix of affection and nervousness. "Y-N," he said softly, "can I ask you something?" You looked up at him, sensing the seriousness in his tone. "Of course, Hao. What is it?" Minghao took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "I know we've been together for a while now, and we've never really talked about... you know, sex."

You nodded, understanding where he was going with this. "Yeah, we haven't," you replied, a hint of shyness in your voice. "Is there something you want to talk about?" Minghao fidgeted with the sheets, avoiding eye contact for a moment before looking at you again. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately," he confessed. "I want to make love to you, Y-N." You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, but also a hint of nervousness. You knew that Minghao was your first boyfriend, and the thought of taking that step with him was both exciting and intimidating.

"I want to make love to you too," you said softly, reaching out to caress his cheek. "But I'm a bit nervous." Minghao smiled gently and placed his hand over yours, intertwining your fingers. "I understand," he said, his voice soothing. "I'm a bit nervous too, to be honest. I don't want to rush into anything and make you uncomfortable." He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "We can take things slow," he reassured you. "We'll go at your pace, and I'll make sure to take care of you."

Minghao held you tightly, his body warm against yours. "We can start with something simple," he suggested. "Maybe some kissing and touching first, to get used to each other's bodies." He began to place soft kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and neck, his hands gently exploring your curves. "Is this okay?" he whispered. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Minghao's lips on your skin. You let out a small sigh of contentment, feeling more comfortable with each passing moment.

"Yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "It feels good." You began to explore his body as well, running your hands over his chest and shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. Minghao hummed in approval as you touched him, his breath hitching slightly. He moved his lips to your collarbone, nibbling and sucking gently on the sensitive skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin. "I can't believe I get to touch you like this." He slipped his hand under your shirt, his fingers tracing circles on your stomach. You arched your back slightly as Minghao's fingers continued to roam your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel yourself getting more aroused, your breaths becoming shallower.

Minghao noticed your reaction and smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're getting worked up, aren't you?" he teased, his hand moving higher up your body. Minghao noticed the nervousness in your smile and paused, looking at you with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently. "We can stop if you're uncomfortable." He cupped your face in his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek. "I don't want to push you too far."

You shook your head, your smile growing more confident. "No, I'm okay," you reassured him. "I want this. I just need to get used to it, that's all." You took a deep breath and placed your hand over his, guiding it up to your chest. "Touch me more," you whispered. Minghao's eyes widened in surprise at your boldness, but he quickly regained his composure and smirked. "As you wish," he said, his voice low and seductive.

He moved his hand to your breast, gently squeezing it through your bra. He watched your face closely, gauging your reaction as he continued to touch you. You let out a soft moan as Minghao massaged your breast, your body responding to his touch. You could feel yourself growing wetter, the ache between your legs becoming more insistent.

"You're so sensitive," Minghao murmured, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. "I love how responsive you are." Minghao's hand continued to explore your body, his touch growing more deliberate as he whispered in your ear. "Y-N," he said, his voice huskier than before. "I have an idea."

You turned your head to look at him, your eyes clouded with desire. "What is it?" you asked, your voice shaky. Minghao smirked again and leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "I was thinking... I could use my fingers on you," he whispered, his hand sliding down your stomach. Your breath hitched at his words, your body tensing in anticipation. You knew what he was implying, and the thought of it made you both nervous and excited.

"O-okay," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you." Minghao smiled, clearly pleased with your response. He gently pushed you onto your back and climbed on top of you, his body hovering over yours.

"Good girl," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "Just relax and let me take care of you." He slowly started to undress you, his hands moving with a confidence that belied his own nervousness. Once you were completely naked, Minghao took a moment to admire your body. His eyes roamed over your curves, taking in every inch of you.

"You're perfect," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Absolutely perfect." He began to kiss his way down your body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. Minghao's fingers trailed down your stomach and between your legs, gently spreading you open. He looked up at you, his eyes locking with yours as he spoke.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and sultry. You nodded, your heart racing in your chest. You were more than ready for him, your body aching for his touch. Minghao smiled and slowly slid a finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate. He watched your face closely, gauging your reaction as he began to pump his finger in and out of you. You let out a moan, your back arching off the bed as Minghao's finger hit a particularly sensitive spot. He added another finger, stretching you further and causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his own arousal becoming more evident. "I can't wait to be inside you one day." Minghao continued to move his fingers inside you, his pace quickening as he watched you come undone beneath him. He loved the way you whimpered and writhed, your body responding so beautifully to his touch.

"You're doing so good," he praised, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing small circles over it. "You're taking my fingers so well." You managed to speak through your moans, your voice trembling with pleasure. "M-more," you begged, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. "I need more." Minghao smirked at your request, clearly enjoying the way you were begging for him. He added a third finger, stretching you even further as he continued to pump them in and out of you.

"Greedy girl," he teased, his thumb still rubbing your clit. "You want me to make you come, don't you?" You nodded again, unable to form words as the pleasure built up inside you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation.

Minghao could sense it too, and he quickened his pace even more, his fingers curling inside you to hit your g-spot. "Cum for me," he commanded, his voice low and dominant. "Cum on my fingers." You couldn't hold back any longer, and with a cry of his name, you came hard, your body shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm washed over you. Minghao continued to work you through it, his fingers slowing down as you rode out your high. He watched you with a satisfied smile, his own arousal still evident.

"Good girl," he praised again, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean. "You did so well." You lay there, panting and trembling, trying to catch your breath. You couldn't believe how intense your orgasm was, and you felt a mix of shock and satisfaction coursing through your body. Minghao chuckled at your expression, clearly amused by your reaction. "You look surprised," he teased, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Did I do a good job?"

You looked up at him, your eyes still clouded with pleasure. "Y-yes," you managed to say, your voice hoarse. "That was... incredible." Minghao smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his tone softer now.

[moeitsu]

STOP YOURE MAKING ME MORE EXCITED IM PACING THE LENGTH OF MY ENCLOSURE

I love you guys so much. Half the fun in writing this is seeing all your horny excitement (because same) ☺️😛

Here’s a sexy little snippet from ch 9 :D

Drawing his fingers out, I caught the glistening evidence of my desire illuminated in the soft, pulsing glow of his bioluminescence. My breath hitched as I watched, completely entranced, while he brought his fingers to his mouth. Those soft lips parting just enough for that inky blue tongue to flick out. He sucked his fingers in slowly, deliberately, his tongue lapping at his palm with a deep, indulgent hum. The ridges along the surface of it caught my attention, my mind spiraling with the thought of how they might feel dragging over my skin, exploring every inch of me.

It must feel incredible.

Arthur's gills flared wide, both at his neck and ribs, revealing the delicate, pink membranes hidden within. A shudder rolled through his body, his exhale coming out as something primal, something utterly unrestrained.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled, his voice a low, reverberating thing that seemed to vibrate through my core, settling deep between my legs. “Whatever this is, I wish to coat myself in it.”

[billiegabbysyd]

v-day surprise ( azzi fudd x reader)

summary: you surprise azzi

cw: aged up azzi in the present she is 25 and reader is 23

what if she says no? what if she says no?

the phrase that occupied your mind as you sent a message:

hey can you come over? dress nice. 🙂‍↔️

your thoughts stopped as soon as you got a message back from her:

sure😊 i’ll be there in about 45 minutes.

she replied!

she being azzi.

azzi fudd.

the woman who had your heart for the past 6 months.

the two of weren’t official. yet.

you both liked each other and had danced around the idea of being girlfriends.

being exclusive.

you two had started out as friends. you had only known each other for 2 years.

you met at a bar in the city. she had just started her rookie year for the new york liberty and had went out on her own to explore.

you were out with a friend. drinking and talking.

she had been sitting across you and had been stealing glances at you for a while.

you didn’t notice until you caught her.

those big, brown eyes. staring. you couldn’t take your eyes off her after that.

your friend took notice and encouraged you to talk to her.

she welcomed you with the sweetest smile on her face.

the two of you hit it off so well. you bonded over just moving to the city.

you moved here with your best friend landing a job with one of the biggest advertising agencies . graduating from wellesley early at 20 turning 21.

she talked about being nervous playing pro ball and being away from her family and best friend, paige.

talking for what seemed like forever in the best way possible. you two got along so well that you ended up going to her place to hookup.

the morning after, you both laughed. agreeing to stay in contact with each other.

and from there on you and her talked everyday.

hanging out at least 3 days out the week.

inseparable for a whole year and a half as good friends. until the night of her 25th birthday.

you hooked up again. it took you both by surprise in a way but you continued to hookup.

again. and again. and again.

you two never really talked about being together officially. you just enjoyed the moments you had

but there was this unspoken understanding that you didn’t see anyone else.

but after 6 months of being with her intimately. you were are ready for something more.

fast forward to today. you sat there was a surprise for her.

deep in your thoughts about how tonight was going to go until a knock at your door.

you take a deep breath before walking and opening the door.

and there she was. with a smile.

looking beautiful as ever in a all white pantsuit. her top, a corset with lace.

unintentionally matching your dress and the bow in your hair.

“wow, you look amazing.” she said to you. you blushed.

“thanks! you do too. she embraces you before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“so” you started while taking her hands into yours. ‘i have two valentines day surprises for you. can you close your eyes?’

she nodded before shutting them tight. you went to grab her flowers and balloons.

you stood right in front of her, telling her to open her eyes.

she gasped.

“oh my gosh! thank you y/n so much.”

you giggled as she took her gifts from you, setting them on the couch.

she takes you by the waist, grabbing your face to give you a passionate kiss.

“truly love the gifts. i wish i would’ve gotten you something but considering-“ you held her hand up to stop her.

“that’s ok. i wanted to spoil you, but that brings me to my second surprise.”

you take her hand leading her to your bedroom.

her eyes lit up as she saw her it.

rose petals arranged to ask her to be your girlfriend.

“azzi fudd, these past years with you have been amazing and i couldn’t ask for a better person in my life. i want you to be my girlfriend. there’s no one who can make me feel loved and cared for like you. i want to be you because you are selfless, caring, and passionate. so, will you be my girlfriend?”

her eyes gleamed with joy as she nodded her head frantically.

“of course!” you jump into her arms.

knocking her down on the bed.

you both laugh.

the end

Happy late Valentine’s Day!

sorry I kind of rushed this one🫠

[froidefille]

Day 6: edging/overstimulation 

📚 Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid

Draco/Harry, 169k, E 

Summary: 

Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived.  12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends.  Only nothing feels perfect.  Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place. 

Wow, this fic! It’s a real kink playground; it has an abundance of stunningly hot scenes. I chose it for my day 6 rec because the edging scene in this fic is simply unforgettable. It’s vital to the plot so you feel the tension throughout, and it has steps and levels and layers and I just... wow. It’s all the way in chapter 11 tho so let me gush about this story as a whole for a minute 😅

Let me introduce you to this fic in Author’s own words, who describes it as “a mixture of Auror case fic and personal development, using BDSM as a tool to tell a story. I'll be exploring trauma, grief, consent, communication, how abuse in childhood might manifest in later life, dominance and submission and how those are two sides of the same coin in terms of power and control. I'll be looking at the pressures we place on ourselves and that society places on us to live the 'right' life, and how sometimes the people who are the right people for you change." 

AND ISN’T THAT JUST THE GRATEST MIX?  

It encompasses all the most delicious prompts: the slowest burn, identity porn, healing, difficult Real Life stuff and the cutest Scorpius to balance it out. There’s also a case and then there’s the BDSM relationship. All of which is so amazingly written, you will catch yourself at 3 am after 50k words when you only wanted to copy your highlights for a rec. Or something ^^ 

I will never tire of personal-growth-through-BDSM theme and that's so exquisitely achieved here. You come for the porn and then you 100% stay for the story! Harry’s guilt will break your heart, Draco’s parenting will have you feel warm all over and then the Scenes will have your brain and other body parts FEEL THINGS. I wish I could write eloquently about sex, but in the meantime just trust me, mind the tags and go have a read! 

A lil edgy explicit excerpt for your enjoyment under the cut! 😇

Then the low buzz came again. He could feel himself getting lost in it - lost in the cycle of pleasure without release. Ladon teased at him, the pleasure building again and again, the sensation never quite enough - never long enough to let it break. He felt as though he were cresting one wave after another, desperate to let it finally break on him, drown him. He could think of nothing but the bliss rushing through his body. Then Ladon moved the vibrator, trailing it up to his balls and letting it sit there, against the ring, the vibrations shuddering through his cock as well. It was a steady speed and Harry cried out again at the intensity of it, his stomach muscles clenching and his hips jerking involuntarily. He wanted - he couldn't -  'Y- Ye-,' he sobbed. Ladon seemed to understand, turning the vibrator off and taking it away from him, soothing his hands down Harry's shaking legs gently, as though quieting a frightened animal.  'You're doing incredibly well, Harry,' Ladon murmured softly, tone full of something that sounded like pride. Harry let the sound fill him up, let himself bask in it. 'You're so perfect. So good. One more time, okay. Just one more.' 

[tranakin-skywalker]

Not enough about the clones being children and adults at the same time. They're 10 years old. They're fully grown. They're still little kids. They never got to have a childhood at all. They're terrifying soldiers. They hardly know anything about the galaxy except how to fight and how to take orders.

I want clones that have this childish wonder at the world, but being terrified to show it. Clones with the sense of humor of 10 year old boys. Clones who don't really understand what death is, not really. Not until they're on a battlefield and dying in droves.

[somegurl8]

“People are writing this” “People are writing that” Actually let’s talk about what people AREN’T writing because we’re like 6 episodes into Judgement and I haven’t found a single fic for it on AO3. It’s been around since mid October and not a single fic. Why is there no love for Judgement

[madbard]

I love shipping characters who hate each other in canon.

I love shipping characters who have had exactly one (1) conversation in canon.

I love shipping characters who have never met in canon.

I love shipping characters from different pieces of media.

It starts off silly. The notion of the pairing is so weird, so unexpected and seemingly dumb that it makes me laugh a little, perk up, look into it and see if this is really a thing.

And then it becomes a joke. Haha, look at this ship I’m shipping ironically, isn’t it silly, it would obviously never work out in canon but I’m looking at it and producing content for it anyway because it’s fun.

But as time goes on, it starts filling my feed. I start thinking about it - really thinking about it. Why did someone put these characters together in the first place? How would they really interact? How did they end up together, and why would they stay together?

What started out as a joke becomes a diving-off point, an opportunity to really think about both characters. The dynamic isn’t canon, so it’s yours to shape. The dynamic isn’t canon, so now you must delve into each character on your own, figure out how you perceive and understand both of them, learn to see them in a different light. What started out as a joke encourages you to dig deeper, think harder, fall even more in love with those characters as you consider the potentials which lie outside of canon, but which ultimately trace their roots through the core of the characters themselves.

Because by their very nature, crackships and rarepairs are not based on plot, and they are not based on canon. They are so seemingly random and odd that they disrupt your typical view of these characters, making you think more deeply about them. The non-canon ships you embrace or reject can inform your perception of these characters on a deep level. They can make you cry just as easily as they make you laugh. They add so much flavor.

And they can also be really, really funny.

[jesuis-assez]

Tim unconsciously sending/showing signals of his feelings for Lucy

[horrorknife]

common ground

part 2

[polterhaze]

Jimmy and Curly from mouthwashing are unironically such important comfort characters to me as crazy as it sounds. Their human portrayal does insane things to my brain as someone struggling with severe mental health issues and trauma.

I see different ugly/scary parts of myself in both of them. Stuff from my intrusive thoughts that scares me, the way system fails mentally ill, and such. So yeah, these two and their narrative regarding mental health and accountability matters a lot to me.

Also some of you are ableist as fuck in the ways you talk about Jimmy lmao. We can absolutely talk about his wrongs and the evil he has done without punching down people that hallucinate, are delusional or suffer from personality disorders.

EDIT: adding my tags because I am deathly afraid of being misunderstood

[sanasanakun]

I get why JimCurly is popular cause hot yaoi and Jimmy is the MC but it's annoying how Curlya gets villainized as some ungodly immoral ship when JimCurly is far worse in terms of morality. In my opinion, Anya and Curly have the most interesting connection/relationship in the story. There's so much potential for depth, angst, understanding, resentment (on both sides), healing, etc. between them. Easily my favorite duo in the game to study with my microscope lol

[mothmvn]

more cisgender women should be looking at cisgender boys' puberty as a menopause preview, honestly. i find that cis men treat menopause with more pause, ironically, because they recognise the emotional/physical rollercoaster - gee, your body is suddenly sweating absolute buckets and smelling way outside of your control? you feel gross, you keep growing patchy hairs in new itchy places, and summers have suddenly become unbearable? woof, been there done that, let's get you an ice pack and some gatorade buddy, i mean mom

until menopause hits them, cis women (among others) can sometimes treat male puberty as a gross horror that they are forced to mitigate the consequences of - ugh, men with their hair and their smelliness that they can't keep sanitised, it's a concession to live with them, it's a chore to share space with them. you know it's not just a Boy Hormone, right? this exact same testosterone will jump you in a dark alley 30 years from now, you can accept it before then or keep treating it like an enemy latched onto those around you