#is fox news level shit.

[butchlifeguard]

i hate people on this site yr all looking for puritans where there are none.

[thedisablednaturalist]

Apparently federal employees are the new scapegoat for the downfall of the United States..because we have more holidays and sick leave (which is still less than what other countries have) than most working class folks... Guess I'm part of the ruling class now guys 😔

[waywardsalt]

ive been rereading tnp and it’s bothering me so much i need to mention it here; it’s kind of insane how much the erins bend over backwards to make brambleclaw deputy, it’s kind of just nonsensical.

not even him not having an apprentice when he’s picked, though that is kind of wild, he just… there’s basically no good reason other than him being a main pov character and tigerstar’s son. literally any other thunderclan warrior who’s had an apprentice (barring maybe ashfur) would have been a better choice. thornclaw dustpelt sandstorm cloudtail brackenfur- brackenfur is one that firestar explicitly considers and the reasoning why he decides not to is so incredibly weak ‘oh i dont think he’d be right for leader’ number one what are you talking about number 2 then use him being deputy as an opportunity to help him become right for leader are you telling me firestar thinks the cat he once considered letting die in a fire is a better fit for leader than the cat he half mentored. dustpelt is clearly an experienced warrior, sandstorm is someone firestar obviously has faith in, thornclaw is experienced and i’m pretty sure you even see firestar consult him a few times (cloudtail is iffy bc thats cloudtail but he’d really be a better choice, just how he treats daisy and her kits would be an interesting justification for firestar making him second-in-command) but honestly besides the narrative jumping through hoops to act like the other very viable options are either secretly bad choices or otherwise ignore them (why is bramble the only cat we ever see jump to help firestar with stuff they just wrote everyone else to be silent or w/e) but in twilight where he arguably acts the most like de-facto deputy in leaf and squirrel’s pov he’s framed as a jackass half the book??? why would you do that if you intend to make him actual leader?? in his trial run of being kinda-not-deputy you just make him use his semi-authority to be cold and fucking mean to his friend and her buddy??? like i see him being qualified due to having experience being the travel group’s leader and whatnot, but barely anything else is done to make him realistically more qualified than anyone else- he just angsts about his ambitions and gets handed the position because starclan vouched for him for some damn reason even though by his society’s laws he should not be in that position

[hunter-rodrigez]

At first, I thought this was satire gone waaay too far... but no, IT'S REAL!

(Photos censored by me because I am not gonna subjugate my followers to any more of this disgusting display of celebrity whoreship)

Somebody honest to god thought dressing up INTENSIVE CARE UNIT babies as fucking taylor swift album covers would not only be appropriate, but also be cute and fun... breathing tubes and all...

I don't think any news story has ever made me feel sick to my stomach... but seeing this makes me legitimately feel like I am about to throw up.

This is cruel and unusual punishment

[bugflies00]

one of the things i love the most about dsmp is the fact that no one has the same version of it. the most obvious example is which streamer's POV you watched, but it goes way beyond that because mcrp requires a level of suspension of disbelief and also of filling in the gaps, fleshening things out, in order to make it usable for fancontent.

for example, the fact that apart from the minecraft skin there is no actual guideline for how to see the characters, hence the dsmp creaturification of fan designs we've been over a million times. but it's not just that!!

the fandom also has so many different relations to time in the dsmp. some take the canon timeline but then you run into problems like c!fundy's age — so then either he's actually a 20 year old that c!wilbur adopted and treats like a baby, or perhaps fox hybrids have a very abrupt exponential growth spurt, or perhaps l'manberg wasn't a few months but a few years!

and then this brings into question the matter of scale — how populated is the server? is it truly only the actual streamers/characters, and so when we talk about a "war" do we really just mean like 10 people fighting each other with swords? or perhaps there's a couple dozen, unnamed, background characters? and i've seen people increase the scale even more! make l'manberg a real, albeit obviously small and budding, country-city of a few hundred inhabitants, that perhaps grows into a lifesize scale fortified city during new l'manberg.

and then everything takes on such a different tone. if theres 30 people on the server, the final control room was a betrayal and destruction of friendships, november 16th was the grief and anger for a friend and the symbolic destruction of the country, and doomsday was another symbolic show of whose alliances everyone values, and the weariness of having to rebuild it. if there's a few thousand people? all of those were massacres.

how can we even be talking about the same characters when for some of us the worst they've done is blow up some houses with no cost of lives, and for others they have razed to the ground actual nations? depending on how you read it and how much you flesh it out, dsmp is either mainly about symbols and interpersonal relationships, or it can be some game of thrones shit. it's completely fucking mental. i'm so in love with it

[holybibly]

𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕟 | 𝕐𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕠 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Best friend Yunho x reader 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖 / 𝔸𝕦 / 𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖: Smut, Friends to lovers!au, Non-Idol AU ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 5.2k 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Yunho is a good friend, perhaps too good for you, and who else but him will help you discover a new sexual experience? Or Yunho will show you what it's like to have a real man take care of you. 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾: Hands and fingers kink, finger sucking, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink and more.

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𝔸/ℕ: My responses to your requests, bunnies, are being taken to a whole new level. It's also what's been on your mind so much lately - Yunho and his beautiful fingers. Honestly, it's just a huge chunk of pure smut dedicated to Yunho's hands. But, I don't regret it at all.

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"You know, it's not that difficult. If you want to give it a try, I can do it for you, Chagi."

When you hear these words fall from his pretty lips, your eyes widen in a comical way, and your mouth falls open a little.

'What do you mean?' You ask him quietly, just to make sure Yunho meant exactly what he said. 

'Cum, baby. I can make you come with just the touch of my fingers.' Yunho says this in an easy, casual way, raising his big hand to the level of your face and moving his fingers to get your attention. "You know, it's called fingering."

Oh shit. He really meant what he said. Your heart starts beating faster at the sound of his slightly husky voice, and you automatically focus your gaze on his beautiful, long fingers. Fucking long, beautiful fingers. Sometimes you even wonder if Yunho's fingers could be longer than the dicks of some guys you've had sex with. Jeong Yunho was not just a good friend. He was the greatest friend in the world. Accommodating, sweet, and witty, he was always ready to help you in every situation and listen to you anytime, day and night. There were never any secrets between you two; Yunho knew everything about you, just as you knew everything about him. 

You couldn't have been more grateful to him when Yunho came over to your house with ice cream and sweets after another 'cool' guy had turned you down on a date. 

He sat beside you, big and warm like a golden retriever puppy, listening to all your complaints about being dumped, letting you nibble away your disappointment with ice cream and chocolate, wrapped up in his wonderfully soft sweatshirt, smelling of his vanilla-woody perfume. The smell of him used to make you dizzy all the time.

This was not the first time you'd been in this situation, and nights like this had become something of a tradition for you. Yunho always listened to you when you complained about how disgusting and unsatisfying your dates were. He was always on your side. To be honest, you always liked Yunho—much more than you should like a friend, but who wouldn't like Yunho? He was the absolute embodiment of the perfect man—looks, manners, character, and on and on. And you were completely out of his league. But in spite of all of that, Yunho never made you feel uncomfortable when you were in his presence. You always talked to each other in an open way, and there were no taboo subjects between the two of you. Even about sex... Over the years of your friendship, you had a good idea of what Yunho was capable of in bed, and he knew your preferences and desires regarding sex. 

But when you told him about your other boyfriend's inability to bring you to orgasm, he had never offered to help you with your sexual frustration. To this very day.

"C'mon, you don't mean that." You say this as you shove a spoonful of strawberry ice cream into your mouth. The creamy, whipped mass melts in an instant as soon as it comes into contact with the warmth of your tongue, leaving behind a light taste of berry.

Right now, instead of your favourite ice cream, you really wish that Yunho had brought a couple of bottles of soju with him. Then you could blame the alcohol in your blood for making you blush, rather than the fact that his suggestion made you both confused and excited.

"Actually, I'm quite serious, Chagiya. I can make you cum with just the tips of my fingers.' He said it just as easily and calmly as he had before, looking at you with those big, shiny eyes of his. 

Yunho looked so relaxed as he sat next to you, his arms wrapped around the big soft cushion, and you, in contrast to him, began to squirm a little in your seat under the sudden weight of his usually soft chocolate gaze.

"Look, T/N, if you don't want to do this, I understand; you don't have to worry so much. We can pretend this conversation never happened, and I'll keep listening to you complain to me about men who are too selfish in their desires and can't give you what you need. I've always told you, Chagiya, that you deserve so much more than these pathetic idiots you've been dating, and unlike them, I don't have to stick my cock in your pussy to make you come. I can fuck you stupid, just with my  fingers." Yunho puts the pillow to the side and leans in a little bit closer to you. When he starts to speak again, his voice becomes more husky and sultry. "But I'm not going to do anything that you don't ask me to do. Just say the word, and we'll forget the whole thing." 

"Yunho... I don't know; it's all so sudden." You mumbled, unsure, biting down on your lower lip and glancing down at his hands once more. 

God, Yunho's offer was as tempting as it was damaging, but damn it, this was exactly what you wanted. You wanted it so badly. Perhaps, just perhaps, you'd been thinking about his hands more often than you'd admitted. More than once or twice, you've imagined how those broad, big palms of his would feel on your body, and even more so, how great his long fingers would feel as they plunged deep into your pussy. You are sure that the stretching is going to be nothing short of delicious. But you also knew that if you agreed to his proposal, your little crush on him would take a dangerous new turn. You were already halfway to falling head over heels in love with him, and this situation wasn't going to make it any easier for you at all.

"Relax, Chagi; there's no pressure. We can just forget about it; I already told you. If you don't want it...'

'But I do want to.' Before you had a second to think about what you'd just said, the words flew out of your mouth. 

For a moment, you couldn't think straight, and there was a heavy pause between you that made you want to slap yourself on the forehead. You shyly glanced at Yunho from under your lashes in an attempt to analyse the expression on his pretty face. 

Yunho runs his tongue over his lips, leaving a glistening trace on the soft, pink flesh, and you unconsciously repeat the movement as he does. He can already see that you're totally into it, and a slight satisfied smile appears on his face.

"I'm not going to lie; it sounds nice. But you don't have to do that; I understand if you were just kidding and..." 

"Y/N, I'm not kidding. You're beautiful, sexy, and sweet, and you totally deserve to have your body worshipped. You need a man to show you how it's done, not a boy, Chagiya.' Yunho raised his eyes to you, and the darkness swirling inside them was something you'd never seen before. 

God, that look—why does he have to look like that right now? It was the first time since you'd met Yunho that you felt so turned on by his presence. Damn it. You could feel your body heating up and moisture starting to gather between your legs, making your lace panties stick uncomfortably to your bare pussy. But you tried to ignore it and just squeezed your thighs tighter. He probably didn't even mean it in a serious way, and you're already starting to fantasise about it.

'Oh, Yunho...' That's all you could manage to say at the moment. There were too many thoughts running around in your head—too many ideas—for you to be able to focus on anything in particular. 

On the outside, Yunho was completely calm, but there was a real flame of desire burning inside of him. He wanted to touch you so badly; he wanted to touch you in a way that friends were never supposed to do. It literally ate him up from within, but he was just a friend to you. You never looked at him with those seductive eyes that he knew you gave to other guys, guys not like him, guys who could never satisfy you properly, who could never fill you and make you squeal and dumb from their dicks. He could give you that. Yunho could give you anything you wanted. 

Tonight, when he had offered to fuck you with his fingers, it had been a thought he hadn't even realised he had said out loud. But damn, now he was unspeakably glad he had done it. You were right there in front of him, and he wasn't going to deny himself the chance to finally get what he wanted. He didn't care about the consequences. After all, when Yunho was done with you, you wouldn't be able to think about anyone else but him. God, all he can think about is how beautiful you'll look when you collapse under his touch and the blissful look on your face when you come on his fingers. Hell, he's hoping to see you drooling and squirting with his name on your lips. 

"What should I do?" you ask, pulling the sleeves of his sweatshirt tighter over your hands so that only your fingertips are visible. God, this is so fucking embarrassing. 

Yunho just grinned and moved even closer to you, so that your legs were now resting against his thigh. He gently cupped his large, warm palms around your face and forced you to look into his eyes. 

"Just relax for me. Will you? Let a real man take care of you properly, Chagiya."

Jeong fucking Yunho, you should stop now, or you'll start begging him for more than his fingers, and when you say that, you mean his dick. And generally, it wasn't even metaphorical—erything in Yunho's body was of impressive size, and his dick was no exception. You'd never tell Yunho, but you might have accidentally seen him masturbating a couple of times when he stayed at your place. Of course, it was completely by accident, but the image of his beautiful hands wrapping around his huge, thick, veiny cock, the deep, husky moaning and the blissful expression on his handsome face—that's the image that's burned into the back of your eyelids for life. The memory alone made your pussy clench around nothing.

Yunho slowly ran his thumb over your lips, smearing the remains of your favourite strawberry ice cream, while you were lost in thought. He made a mental note to buy you some strawberry lube for the next time you have sex, which is definitely going to happen. He doesn't even doubt it. You reflexively open your lips as you feel the slightly rough pad of his thumb pressing against the soft, sticky flesh of your lower lip, allowing him to push his finger deep into the wet warmth of your mouth. 

Yunho's eyes grow heavy with desire as your tongue wraps lightly around the long appendage and you begin to suck on his finger, looking up at him from under your lashes with big stag eyes as if to ask for his approval. 

"Such a good girl for me." A deep groan echoes in his chest as he sees your plush lips wrapped tightly around his finger, and Yunho can't help but think about how those same lips would wrap beautifully around his thick cock. But what he'll really be dreaming about for the next few weeks is the sugary expression on your face as you lick the slightly calloused pad of his thumb with your tongue. Your lower lip glistens with ice cream residue and saliva. Fuck. You look so fucking slutty and sweet at the same time that all he wants to do is bend you over and fuck your brains out. 

You can't hold back the whimper that comes out of your throat at the praise he gives you. Did you ever think that you would have a craving for praise in you, or is it just because of Yunho? The vibration around his finger reaches all the way up to his crotch, and his cock twitches as it strains against the jeans. You suck his finger deeper into your mouth—wet and hot—sliding your tongue over it, up and down. Back and forth over it. When he suddenly pulls his finger out of your mouth, a thread of saliva connecting it to your flushed lips, you let out a weak moan of frustration. 

"Baby, I'm the one who has to take care of you today. Aren't I?" He said as he let go of your face and got up from the couch, only to kneel down in front of you, but even in this position, Yunho still towered over you, making you feel small and vulnerable. When did your adorable puppy retriever ever have the time to turn into a big, bad wolf? "If you change your mind..." He began placing his hot palms on the bare skin of your thighs and discreetly pulling them apart so he could get a good look at your wet panties, the sight of which made his mouth fill with saliva. "Just say the word, and I'll stop immediately. Anytime, chagi..." 

Honestly, Yunho is absolutely lying to you right now; he doesn't know if he can take his hands off you at all, especially after seeing your pretty pussy covered only by the thin lace. The milky French lace hugs your cunt perfectly, stretching just enough to outline the shape of your labia, and he can't stop himself from moaning as he sees it. Your excitement seeps out onto the fabric, forming a large wet patch at the front. Yunho knows that your hole is throbbing with the need to be filled and your clit is swelling, begging to be touched.

Yunho's fingers dig hard into the soft flesh of your thighs, much harder than you expected, and you whimper, biting your lower lip and shaking slightly under the grip of his hands. 

"I get it...I trust you, Yunho."

"That's it, Chagi. I'm going to make you feel so good. I swear." Yunho whispers as he leans down and kisses the top of your thighs while he keeps his eyes on your face for a second. Your mind is in such a state of confusion that you can't concentrate on anything else but Yunho and the warmth of his hands and his lips on your skin. 

He can't resist sticking out his tongue and licking the thick strip on your clothed cunt. He moans into your pussy and your face feels like it's burning. Yunho runs his tongue over the smooth fabric of your pussy once more, moistening it even more with his saliva.

God, you're amazing. He's wanted this for such a damn long time, and right now he can say that his cock is harder than it's ever been. He wouldn't be lying. How could he not be?

"You're so beautiful, baby." You begin to wriggle in his arms as Yunho's lips close over your pussy, and you hear the sound of faint sucking on the wet lace in his mouth, his beautiful lips pressing right up against your throbbing clit making your little hole contract even more, begging to be filled.

'Oh God, Yuyu...' Your tone is whiny, almost pleading, and you feel a satisfied smile spread across his mouth as he buries his face harder into your pussy, your legs trembling slightly at the movement of the lace over your sensitive folds. He hasn't even done anything yet, and he's practically pushing you to your limit, and you're almost ashamed of it. If Yunho keeps going like this, you're going to come just from him sucking on your panties, and he doesn't even have to use his hands to do it. 

"Mmm, my girl is so warm and sweet; I can't wait to feel that cunt from the inside." He says it quietly. His voice is deeper and huskier than you've ever heard before. Yunho lets the disgustingly wet material of your underwear out of his mouth and bites lightly on the inside of your thigh, causing you to gasp for breath. "Chagi, as much as I like seeing you in my clothes, I want you to take off your sweater. Let me see those nice tits of yours." 

Maybe it's his voice, or the dark, burning look in his eyes that are usually too soft and shiny, or maybe it's Yunho himself, but you obediently follow his command, eager to please him. Agonisingly slowly, your hands pull up the super-soft fabric, exposing more of your  skin millimetre by millimetre. You find yourself holding your breath, waiting to see what his reaction to your naked body will be. Your fingers brushed against the boning of your bra, sliding up the thin lace cup, higher up the bulging tops of your breasts, until Yunho's sweatshirt was next to you on the couch, and you were standing in front of him in nothing but your lace underwear. Remembering what he'd said, you cupped your breasts with your palms and squeezed lightly a few times before pulling the lace cup down and letting your tits fall out. Your nipples were instantly made hard by the coolness of the air. 

"You've got such nice tits, baby. Play with them for me. Show me how you like to please yourself." Jesus, what's going on right now? Your ex-boyfriends never treated you like this, eager to get into your cunt as fast as possible to get their own high. And that condescending tone of his voice, you would never have thought that Yunho could be like that, but damn, you were in love with it. Maybe even a bit too much for your own good.

'Mm, okay.' You closed your eyes tightly and concentrated on massaging and kneading your breasts, occasionally tracing the sensitive nipples and lightly scratching them with your fingernails, before wrapping your fingers around them and pulling. 

Your back arched, and your mouth opened in a loud moan. The sharp sensation of the rough stimulation sent a powerful rush of pleasure through your body. 

"You're so good for me; next time I'll suck your tits until you cum just from the feel of my mouth on your nipples."  The words made your pussy quiver, spurting out more moisture, and you moaned loudly, flicking your fingers over the hard, dark pink buds.

"You can't say such things..." You whimper at Yunho's vulgar words, but still, your body responds in the most delightful manner to this. 

"Stop me then, Chagi. Tell me that I should stop." Yunho says, kissing your clothed pussy gently and drooling even more on your panties.  The sensation of his kisses almost made you miss the moment when his fingers ran along your slit, lightly pressing the lace between your labia. The contrast between the lace fabric and the soft touch of his warm lips was making your body burn, and if he was going to continue to tease you like this, you were just going to go crazy.

"P-please... Please, Yunho." You whimpered, which made him stop teasing you for a moment, and he lifted his head to meet your gaze. You looked so fucking beautiful for him: your hands squeezing the swollen flesh of your tits, leaving the red fingerprints on them; your hair a total mess; your legs spread wide so he could see your pretty pussy; and your gaze completely unfocused and hazy. He was just getting started playing with you, and you looked so fucked already. 

"Please, what, baby? What do you want? Tell me, Chagi."

"I need more, please... Fuck me, Yunho. Make me cum on your fingers." You began to whimper, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.

"Look at you; you're already such a slut to me, aren't you, Chagi? Your pretty little panties are all sticky and wet from the amount of slime leaking from your needy cunt. Do you want my fingers deep inside you?  Shall I make you squirt, baby?" Yunho's voice was dark and low as he lightly scraped his nail across your clit through the lace, and you screamed as your body began to tremble slightly as your cunt tightened around nothing at all. "You want that, don't you?"

"Mmm hmm." You moaned, shaking your head to confirm. Right now, you can barely concentrate on anything but the sensation of Yunho's presence beside you, his hand touching your wet pussy. When he touches you like this, you can't help but think about the size of his hands, the length of his fingers, and how deep they can go into you. 

Yunho's fingers hook into the lace of your panties before pulling them aside as he blows lightly on your pussy. A smug smirk spreads across his handsome lips as you're shrieking softly and your hips are shaking weakly from the intense stimulation.

"The words, Chagi, I need your words; otherwise, you won't get what you want so much. I could play with you all night long..." Yunho presses his fingers to your swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles before scratching it with his fingernail, causing you to moan lewdly and raise your hips to get more of the burning sensation of euphoria that is spreading through your body from his touch. You are completely unaware of how much your dynamic with Yunho has changed in such a short time. You hadn't noticed the dark, domineering side of his personality before, cleverly hidden behind his chocolate eyes and adorable puppy behaviour. 

"Oh God, yes, I want it so badly. Please, Yunho, fuck me as deep as you can with your fingers. Make me squirt. I need it so badly..."

"Since you're asking me so nicely, baby, Who am I to refuse you?" 

Everything is happening too fast for you to be aware of it.  Yunho's long, flexible fingers slide easily into your cunt as the slightly rough pads of his fingers rub along the soft, tight walls of your pussy.

You moan pathetically. The sensation of pleasure mixes with the pain and flows through your body like hot lava as he forces your tender pussy to stretch around his fingers, your soft walls aching as they open up for him. He pushes his fingers deeper and deeper into you until the long appendages are inside of you all the way down to the base. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing it in rough, tight circles as he goes. You let out a long, loud moan, so obscene you can hardly believe it's coming from you. But there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it, especially when Yunho's beautiful, skilled fingers are delighting you. 

'Yunho...' His name flies out of your bitten lips with a soft, panting whimper. 

You lower your eyes down, your vision blurred with excitement, and through the lustful haze, you see how much his fingers are glistening with your juices as they thrust in and out, making slippery, wet noises with each movement of his hand. You're so fucking wet, it's almost embarrassing. 

"Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?' Yunho asks you with a smug smile as he carelessly pushes his fingers into your pussy. When he pulls them out of your hole, a huge amount of mucus comes out of the small opening, a sight that is so disgusting and erotic at the same time that it almost makes him cum. His hard dick, painfully squeezed between his underwear and the thick denim, throbs and leaks pre-cum. 

Yunho's throat dries up as he sees the thick sheen of your excitement covering the length of his fingers, and he sticks out his tongue to lick his lips. He runs his fingers along your folds, smearing as much of the slime as he can over them, watching as the thick and sticky strands of moisture stretch out behind his fingers. 

Your wetness shines everywhere: on your swollen labia, on your soft, silky folds, on the inside of your thighs, and he desperately wants to lick you. But he'll save that for another time; right now, it's all about making you cum just from his hands.

"Y-yeah, I like that so much. Fuck...". Your words turn into a long, drawn-out whimper as Yunho spreads the folds of your folds with his fingers and gently blows cool air over your swollen clit. He can clearly see how red and swollen your pussy is, and the excitement that flows from your quivering hole is gathering in the slippery puddle under your arse as you lie on the couch. 

"Fuck, you're so perfect—all pretty and flushed for me. I'm going to milk that sweet cunt of yours until you're a total wreck and you beg me to stop. Orgasm after orgasm, you're going to give me every last drop of you." Yunho plunges two fingers into your tight cunt once more, his long appendages easily opening you up and stretching the silky walls. He bends his fingers deep inside of you, pressing them perfectly against the small, super-sensitive bundle of nerves, and you almost lose it. 

You instantly scream in ecstasy, your eyes rolling up as the pleasure runs through your body like a surge of electricity, the tight walls of your pussy clenching rhythmically, thick streams of your sweet moisture dripping from your hole onto the palm of his hand and running down his veiny forearm. 

Yunho immediately picks up the pace and starts fucking you as if his life depended on it. With his other hand, he squeezes your thigh to keep you in place and to prevent you from closing your legs. 

As your hips start shaking violently, your groans turn to pathetic sobs, and your cunt begins to milk his fingers—your inner walls clench rhythmically around his fingers—Yunho knows you're close. He abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, and before you can react, he slaps you across your pussy with the open palm of his hand. You squeal at the searing contact, black spots dancing in front of your eyes as you sink into blinding bliss and feel a wave of incredible pleasure wash over you. 

But Yunho doesn't stop there; he slaps your pretty cunt several more times, each time a little bit harder than the last.

"God, you look gorgeous. We're almost there, baby, just a little bit more..." Yunho groans like he's about to come. But you are so lost in a thick haze of bliss that you are barely aware of what he is saying to you.

His fingers plunge into you again, this time even deeper, stroking over your most sensitive spot over and over again, almost bringing you to a state of semi-consciousness. Your body is tensed, your back is arched, and your hips are rolling wildly as he moves his hand. The knuckles of his fingers flex mercilessly as he aggressively caresses the sensitive, spongy stretch of nerve inside you. There is a genuine sense of euphoria coursing through your veins. The silky walls of your vagina clench together almost to the point of pain to prevent the movement of his fingers. 

The edges of your vision blur, and you feel the walls of your pussy begin to contract intensively, a sign that your climax is near.

"Yunho! Shit, I... I'm going to..." As your orgasm consumed you, your head was thrown back, and your mouth opened in a loud moan.  God, this must be exactly what Yunho had in mind when he told you that you were in need of a man, not a boy. You've been fucked, really fucked, for the first time in your life. But Yunho doesn't want to let you rest; instead, he continues to play with your throbbing pussy and sticks a third long finger into you with a dirty, obscene squelch.

"It's too much... Yuyu. Please, too much..." 

Your words were nothing more than noise as Yunho paid no attention to them and continued his merciless caresses. You had no choice but to accept what he was giving you. A pleasure that went so deep into you that it became almost unbearable. But it was exactly what you'd always wanted—the feeling that none of your exes had been able to give you. 

Yunho continued to twist and turn his fingers, touching the spongy and sensitive spot, and for a moment all you could see was white as you came for the second time. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably as your cum flowed uncontrollably down his arm and down his forearm as Yunho continued to push his fingers deep inside you, making your pussy squelch even louder, all the while keeping you at the height of your orgasm. 

Every time his finger tips touched your cervix, a delightful shiver ran through your body.

His other hand grabbed hold of your thigh, his long fingers digging roughly into the soft flesh, leaving black, stinging marks and nails that were almost scratched until they bled.

"Please, Yunho... I can't take it any longer. Please!" You begged, but all he did was laugh sombrely and  spread his fingers inside you, stretching you even further. "N-no, this is too much..."You were sobbing openly now as he lowered his head to lick the strips between your folds, occasionally circling your defenceless clit with his tongue, his silky hair tickling the inflamed skin on the inside of your thighs.

"Let go, Chagi, cum on my fingers; feel what it's like to be fucked by a man instead of a boy. Show me how you squirt, baby. Make a real mess of it for me." He said this without slowing down the pace of his movements at all.

You felt the familiar tension in your belly again, and the muscles in your thighs clenched as he suddenly pulled the palm of his hand away from your thigh and used two fingers to pinch your clit instead. The spiral in your stomach burst without warning, and then you came, but this time it was different for you: a huge wave of clear liquid erupted from your over-excited cunt and soaked Yunho's hand and his chin, flooding the couch beneath you and his white t-shirt. 

The lightning-like waves travelled all over your body, and you were practically panting from the hot pleasure that was washing over you. Yunho gently stroked your folds and whispered sweet words about how well you had done and what a good girl you had been for him as he let you enjoy your third orgasm. 

Finally, he pulled away and removed his fingers from your used, swollen cunt. His lips curled into a satisfied grin when he saw the mess you made.

You hiss with over-excitement as Yunho runs his tongue over your sensitive folds once again. His tongue swirls seductively over your quivering, leaking hole, and as he does so, you let out a strangled scream from your throat. 

When Yunho is completely satisfied, he releases you and raises the gaze of his beautiful chocolate eyes to your face, which is exhausted from several repeated orgasms.

"I told you, Chagi, it's not hard at all. You just need the perfect man, and in my hope, I will be that man for you.".

[nellisconfetti]

can’t wait to find out how many out of pocket shit about the aftg world we never found out because of neil’s one track mind. maybe waymack grew a mohawk at some point during the season (neil didn’t even notice), maybe aaron and nicky are famous at eden’s for their breakdancing (why would neil care about anything aaron does on his free time), maybe the exy banquets had a karaoke hour (the foxes were too busy fighting the ravens for neil to notice) maybe the baseball team had another mafia related drama going on at the same time (neil hates baseball so he never finds out) maybe the vixens were the same level of unhinged as the foxes and had some deep beef with another cheerleader squad (unfortunately neil himself has beef with all cheerleaders for whatever happened with the millport squad). so many possibilities, so much space for new lore.

[sincerelywhistler]

⊹ ₊ ❤︎ VIX ❤︎₊ ⊹

My husband, Fox, received Desire Demon as his Redacted demon quiz type result. So, naturally, we cooked up a DemonSona for him. And by we, I mean he called all the shots and I had the utmost pleasure of drawing this flirt. (We also made Vix and my DemonSona, Wolf-Rayet, smooch. Because we’re gay.)

Vulpecula… Vix… like a vixen… l-like a Fox yeah you get it.

Vix’s Pinterest Board

More about Vix (from Fox himself):

HELLO TUMBLR ITS FOX AND ITS MY TURN ON THE WES ACCOUNT, STRAP IN

• Vix first began writing as a way to better understand human desires on a deeper, personal level through passing on letters with anonymous pen pals

• Through sending these letters back and forth, he found his passion for writing as a whole. He excels in writing romance and poetry.

• After sending his pen pals rough copies of his creative works, they encouraged Vix to publish his books. He decided to publish his books under his full name, Vulpecula

• The general public has been lead to believe that the name Vulpecula is a pseudonym, and that it is a pseudonym that was passed down from anonymous writer to anonymous writer as generations passed. Empowered folk likely know that an immortal race— like a demon or vampire— is the person behind the pen

• He was a voracious reader from the start. Vix’s place on Elegy houses an impressive collection of books of all ages and genres

• Vix primarily feeds on humans’ general attraction towards him rather than from sexual relationships. Think of his dietary situation like something rent-a-boyfriend haha. Need a plus one to a wedding or work party? Don’t want to waste a Friday night by staying home? Want a shopping buddy? Call him up, he likes both the company and the attention.

• Bringing people out of their shells to try new things or go on dates is his favorite thing to do, which is why he wants to study Wolf-Rayet’s reclusive self under a microscope so badly in a gay way

• HOW THEY MET IS SO CUTE BUT I DONT THINK I CAN SUMMARIZE IT ALL LIKE WES WOULD BE ABLE TO SO LOOK AT THE THUMBNAIL OF THEM MEETING INSTEAD

barcode: the pleasure is mine

• …I LIED IM DOING IT ANYWAY. Wolf-Rayet finally got out of the house to visit the quaint mom and pop book shop to pick up some new books to read to his patients. By happenstance, Vix was there, setting up for a book signing when he spotted WR looking lost and awkward in the romance section. He caught Vix’s eye in more ways than one, so of course he had to go fluster the shit out of WR. WR explodes and fucking dies because a McDonald’s sprite would kill that Victorian man, but also because Vix wants to see him again, so he handed WR a copy of one of his spicer books he’s published, and on the back he wrote “we could make such a beautiful library together”. It’s then that Wolf-Rayet learns that he is actually the author of that book signing before bolting out the doors in embarrassment 😭

• He and Wolf-Rayet speak Latin together!! Vix learned it because he’s a sucker for dead languages and WR picked it up because he’s old as fuck medical terminology is heavy with Latin roots

• Vix calls WR “his hound” like from Fox and the Hound

That’s all I will share for now GOODBYE TUMBLR

-FOX

[taylorscottbarnett]

Kamala Harris showing up to the DNC in a TAN suit is some epic-level trolling.

For those that don't know, on August 28, 2014, United States President Barack Obama held a live press conference, he committed the biggest attack on American values and our ability to project power worldwide.

He wore a Tan suit. Here's a bit from it:

"There's no way, I don't think, any of us can excuse what the president did yesterday. I mean, you have the world watching." - U.S. Representative Peter King [R]

"tanghazi" - Republican Twitter

"un-presidential” - Fox News’ Lou Dobbs

Fox News lost its shit on this.

Well done Kamala.

Well done.

[astheforcewillsit]

(anyway wrote my post-war codywan fic where gets to find himself and be debrainwashed while coming to terms with the role Obi-Wan/Jedi-Order played in the enslavement of his brothers with a happy ending)

Working Pains Summary: It has been two years since the Clone Wars ended. Two years since Cody has had a proper conversation with his General. But in between extensive therapy, deconditioning, and learning to be an actual person, Cody doesn't know where Obi-Wan Kenobi fits in that.

(Un)fortunately, when a Jedi led peace treaty with former Separatist territories fails spectacularly, Cody gets the opportunity to close up loose ends.

or

Obi-Wan almost dies, and predictably Cody finds himself by his side.

----

Fox is waiting for him when he gets to the hospital. And Force is the place a mess. 

To put it mildly, the hospital waiting room is a complete shit show. To put it accurately, Cody hasn’t seen chaos like this since he was in a medical wing during the clone wars.  Behind the reception, doctors run like fire licks their feet through the halls, rubber soles squeaking against polished floors.  Nurses call out orders like commanders on the battlefield, shouts slicing through the disorder in the waiting room. Droids console families who sit helplessly to hear the news of their loved ones. 

(Cody fights the innate urge to help. But he’s not that man anymore.)

The Clone Wars may be over, but Cody hasn't moved on enough to let droids hold his hand while he cries. Not just any droid, after least.

Instead Fox sits beside him, briefing–telling him what news he's heard.

A surprise attack in hyperspace. Over a thousand dead, more injured. A Jedi led peace attempt in former Separatist territory that turned bad real quick. Tale as Old as fucking Time, and if Cody’s heart wasn't beating in his throat, he would have chuckled.

And the icing on the cake–the failure was led by none other than Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

(He remembers where he was and who was with when Fox had commed him just that name three hours ago. Laying in bed against Rex as they watched a holo about loth cats, Boil asleep on the opposite chair. Jesse the most awake of them all, texting back and forth with someone on his datapad. 

He remembers how the mention of his former General had been enough to take him from the Company of his brothers, brothers who had held his hand through hours of therapy, through the realization that he had been brainwashed and used. 

That he had fought for a Republic who used him and abused him, and that the Jedi had led them still. That Obi-Wan had done little to save him.  They had been there as he came to that ugly, painful revelation. They had been there with him as he put space between himself and the Master. 

And yet, the last he saw of them was the disappointment when he threw caution to the wind to come to said Jedi’s side. Force, he hoped they didn’t hate him after this.)

Who is supposedly amongst the injured. 

This is supposedly one of the better hospitals, though. In a higher, more affluent level of Coruscant. Fox has assured him of this.  Still it begs the question-

“Why not the temple? Wouldn’t they know how to help him?” It’s been an hour and Cody is tired of sitting. 

He stands, arms crossed as he begins to pace.  Across the room a woman screams, her shrills erupting into inconsolable sobs. Both Fox and Cody wince. It hurts them all particularly more than a human woman would. Kel Dor have a knack for doing that. 

 Clearly the medical droid is not doing its job. 

“Overwhelmed,” Fox supplies, chipped, “Kenobi was awake enough to request that the more injured be taken to the Temple��Jedi and non-Jedi alike. The Temple obliged”.

Cody wants to scream. It was clearly a ruse.  The man was certainly the most injured of them all. How could they not see it? Two years apart from Obi-Wan and Cody could pick out his General’s tricks blindfolded. Did they know how many times he insisted his men be treated before him? How many times he’d lie to the 212th medics about his injuries just so the clones were being treated first?

Obi-Wan would give his blood to an orphanage if he was bleeding out. 

“He'll be okay, Cody.” Fox is meticulously calm, as if sensing Cody’s distress.  It's been practiced. Fox two years ago would have lost his absolute shit. Quinlan Vos was on the mission too. 

“If I were with him, he'd…” he breathes in deeply and pinches the bridge of his nose. Old habits die hard. Conditioning even harder. 

He is not the Jedi’s or the Republic. He made that clear when he left GAR. When he distanced himself Obi-Wan. 

That chapter has been long closed. And therapy made him realize just how fucked up his head was. Marshall Commander Cody, the most fucked up of them all. The most loyal.

Finding himself after that involved time with his brothers. And consequently, his relationship with Obi-Wan had suffered. 

And Obi-Wan had been very sparse in reaching out to his men after. At least Cody. He'd put up his walls, fallen into the mold of the perfect “Jedi Master”, lack of attachments and all.

(If the clones felt the Jedi used them, maybe the Jedi felt the clones tainted them. Weapons that drew them to the Dark Side. Maybe the feelings was mutual. Or maybe that’s how Kenobi was before the war). 

“The desk is clear,” Fox indicates to the clerk, who runs a hand through her tight curls, “Let’s go.” 

Cody wastes no time in crossing the distance between the vast space of the desk and the clerk.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi,”  he manages before she can even collect herself, “we’re here for him. He’s the General–The Master–” 

“The Jedi? Yes, he's recently gotten out of surgery. No visitors yet, name?”

At a time, he had been on Obi-Wan’s list of emergency contacts. Especially as the war waned. He hopes their time apart hasn't ruined that. If so, he has Fox. And all his ties to the government. 

“Cody, CC-2224” he provides, urgently, “I'm–was his Commander–during the–” The underpaid clerk raises her hand, and directs them behind the rooms. 

“You're on the list. I think we called you like five times, but you didn't answer."  He swallows thickly. He had seen the number on his comm. He had an inkling about who it was for. But he just didn't pick up. He couldn't bring himself to. And then Fox called. 

"Here's the room number.” She gives a breakdown of the directions and the maps that makeup the hospital. Visiting hours are defined, but Cody thinks that with the chaos, they’ll be extended.  She ushers another family to the desk as she finishes with him. 

Fox is able to walk him through the hospital layout sans the map. His time in the Corries saw him through these walls one too many times, as both an escort and patient. 

Cody doesn’t think he could focus on the map if he tries. His hands are shaking, his breathing is uncharacteristically unsteady. Shaking like he’s stepping back onto the battlefield for the first time. 

– 

There’s less chaos on Obi-Wan’s floor. But still, it has been touched by the disarray from the waiting room. His room isn’t even private, most likely due to the lack of beds.  And as far as Cody can tell, there’s at least one other patient in there, separated by a curtain. 

Within the first few seconds of finding the room, Cody looks everywhere but where he should. He takes note of the window. The curtains are open, and the vibrant lights of Coruscant’s nightlife infiltrate the hospital room. He pays attention to the ambiance, the cycling of the machines, the steady rise and fall of his chest,  a forced atmosphere of peace clashing against this war that still drags the Jedi into it. 

Against whatever the hell is going on in Cody’s heart. 

Fox says something behind him, gently coaxing him into the room. Automatically the soft lights illuminate the space. Cody had hoped they wouldn’t do that. It was easy to make out the outline of Obi-Wan’s body in the dark, helped by the lights from the window.

Now he has to look at him. 

He remembers the last conversions had with Obi-Wan. Bits and pieces, his mind clinging onto them like oxygen. Stretching them out until this very moment. 

“I’m sorry, Gen—Obi-Wan I haven’t been in touch, things have just been happening.”

How does one explain that ‘things’ are extensive therapy, working through years of brainwashing and mind control? Realizing that the man you loved the most  and his entire Order sat near the pinnacle of that. 

“I understand. These things take time. Please Cody, let me know if you need anything.”

Though despite the anxiety, despite the confusion. He still loves this man, he still wants him safe. And he knows danger follows Obi-Wan Kenobi wherever he goes. 

“Be safe, General.”“It’s just Obi-Wan, Cody. I am not, and never should your General. And if that’s too familiar, Master Kenobi will suffice for me.” 

How long was that? 6 months ago? 12 months ago? Two years ago? What had he lost in the time he tried to reclaim himself? Tried to find himself.

Who had he cut loose when he shed the skin of Commander Cody of the 212? 

Obi-wan had answered then with some sort of sad resignation that Cody couldn’t pinpoint. Like they wouldn’t see each other again. He wonders now if Obi-Wan had sensed his inner turmoil. Kriff, of course he did. He was a Jedi. 

That’s why he never reached out. Why he stopped when Cody stopped.

Suddenly  he’s crying like a child when this starts to hit him. 

The confusion of it all. The suddenness. He could have lost Obi-Wan, and he doesn’t know if that would make him feel better. It might make him feel worse. 

Sobs and sobs rock his body.  He didn't feel sad when he came in. He was anxious, yes. But sad? No, not at all. He hoped they could talk.

He acknowledges that this is a lot from him too. He hasn’t been on a battlefield for two years. He hasn’t seen an injured man like this since the clone wars ended. 

Fox leads him to a comfortable chair, and places a gentle hand on his back. He’s glad he doesn’t ask questions. Fox isn’t like the others who lose their mind at the sound of Cody crying. He’s the eldest, supposed to keep them together. But Fox lets him be the baby. 

As he revels in Fox’s comfort, he’s shocked to realize the absence of company. 

It occurs to him then that Obi-Wan doesn’t really have many people to visit him. His relationship with Anakin Skywalker was infamously laughable. Ahsoka Tano had remained a distance from the Temple even after everything. The Council was spread across the galaxy, keeping peace without an army. 

The Order was busy. Fighting wars the Jedi should have left ages ago. Cody thinks sadly to himself that they should have taken their Jedi with them. They could have sorted out the logistics later on.  

Oh Force, he thinks, did I…did I leave him alone? Mustering all the strength in the world, he forces himself to look at Obi-Wan. 

 He doesn’t like what he sees. 

Obi-wan looks pale. Almost as pale as a Kaminoan. According to the briefing from Fox, it wasn’t the burns that landed him on a stretcher. Though his body is covered in enough bacta to challenge that.  It was the smoke inhalation and the blunt force trauma to his head apparently. 

Cody remembers their many conversations with Obi-Wan about complex relationship with armor, and his fear when his General had stopped using it. The boys of the 212 had made bets about when Obi-Wan would end up in a body cast. 

And while he’s in no body cast now, It looks like life has finally collected that toll.  

Cody is almost terrified by how well he’s able to fall into the role of a vigilant commander. After the tears have dried, and the fog has cleared, he pulls the chair closer to the bed and breathes. 

—

Fox disappears when the sun rises, excuses himself behind the curtain. He tells Cody that despite the curtain being closed, there's no one behind it and that he needs some space to work.  Cody assumes he's left to do some Senate work on his datapad, or whatever Fox does to keep himself busy nowadays. He leaves with a gentle press against Cody's forehead, promising him he'll return.

At some point the doctor comes in to check Obi-Wan's vitals, and explains to Cody what procedures were done. He lets him know the Jedi will be there to collect their councilmen within the next few hours where he will likely undergo extensive Force healing for the mental strain he apparently suffered. 

He shoots a quick message to Rex, who he left alone when Fox came to collect him. He thinks Rex may understand what he’s going through, though he’ll never say it aloud. They all know that Rex spends enough time loitering around the secured cells in the upper levels Coruscant to visit his old General. 

(Rex doesn’t know Cody knows this though. That just like everyone who’s had the displeasure of meeting Anakin Skywalker, they still see some good in him.)

He groans after Rex shoots back a thousand question marks, even tries to comm him. He rushes to silence his comm, not wanting to wake the patient whose eyes have already started fluttering behind closed lids. 

Its a futile attempt, because before he knows it,  the bed’s  occupant is stirring faster than he would have liked him to. 

“Cody?” 

It’s been two years, and yet a  million years would not have prepared him for their eventual meeting. 

What does one say? 

“Sorry Sir–Obi-Wan, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He settles for an apology. Force, they could have been in their tents again. Commander and General.  It’s so natural to fall back into old habits. Comforting and terrifying all at once. 

For his part, Obi-Wan pushes himself up with his elbows, rising slightly so he can look Cody in the eyes. His blue eyes are wide, confusion radiating throughout his expression.  And then, his gaze softens, and his brows furrow in guilt. 

“Oh you’re not supposed to be here.” He says the first part gently, more to himself than to Cody, “ I apologize, I meant to remove you from my emergency contacts.” For some reason, that hurts. Cody swallows, feeling a familiar thickness in his throat. 

“Life  must be getting difficult for you, Master Kenobi, if you’re starting to fall behind on administrative tasks. You used to be on-top of that during the war.” He returns the comment with a formality of his own, though he means for it to soften the blow as well. If this is hard for him, it must be hard for Obi-Wan too. 

In response the Jedi chuckles, coughing as he does so. Cody fights the urge to lean over and caress him. You are not his Commander, anymore. You are not his. He is not yours. 

“Well, the adjustment from General to Jedi Master has had its ups and downs. Sometimes the details get lost in the translation,” he offers with a smile, his blue eyes scanning the clone. Cody can feel the full extent of the Force upon him, probing him unprompted. He’d learned early on in his service that this was normal for the Jedi. Just as easily as they used their eyes to see, and their voices to speak, they used the Force to scan everything and everyone. 

It is their way of communication. 

Cody may have put up some boundaries when he left the army, but this is not one of them. He lets Obi-wan in easily. The Jedi feels him out, his Force touch light and airy. Ticklish almost. “You really don’t have to be here Cody.” Obi-Wan says, more seriously now, letting his body fall back onto the bed, “ You can go, I will be alright. I’ll have your contact information removed after this.” 

The warmth of his touch is gone. It sends Cody into a momentary spiral. He didn’t expect this coldness, this lack of familiarity. The sudden end to their very impromptu beginning. There is so much he still wants to do. To say. 

He can’t stop the words that escape his lips next. 

“That no-attachment clause sure has come in handy now, hasn’t it.”

It’s a vile kick in the gut, to throw something as sacred as the Code in the Jedi’s face. Obi-Wan jerks himself up, eyes wide. His machine beeps loudly. He looks dumbstruck, as if Cody has just slapped him across the face. Hard.

Cody knows in that moment his General recalls the late evenings they sat alone together, talking for hours about the Force, about the Order. About what it meant to Obi-Wan, about how the galaxy wide bastardization of his Order, his family, had hurt him more than he let off.

How the Force--The Order--had been there for Obi-Wan at his lowest. That this "emotionless order of monks" had saved him from himself time and time again. 

How many times had Obi-Wan dragged a broken, shell shocked  Cody into his quarters, forcing him onto his bed to meditate. How many times had Cody spoken the words 'I am one with the Force and the Force is with me' as Obi-wan calmed him after a gruesome battle, shielded him from the sharp pain of immeasurable loss. How many times had the Force been there for Cody, orchestrated through Obi-Wan? 

Cody knows Obi-Wan recalls these moments because the clone does as well. And now, his guilt strengthens. 

“Excuse me?” He grits out, wincing, “You’re the one who wanted nothing to do with us.” 

Cody recoils.

“Its…not that simple.” He manages, barely above a whisper. 

In these past few months, he’s found himself saying this a lot. To his brothers, when they ask if he still cares about Obi-Wan. To his therapist, asking what he needs to move forward from what happened to him. To himself, when he looks at his reflection and wonders how he got to where he is now. 

The Force is back, cautiously ebbing around Cody’s field. Hesitant as the former commander lets him in. 

Gently, Obi-Wan speaks, “You were resistant to me in the Force, and cold whenever I was around you. I know what The Republic–what we did to you–I’m not an idiot Cody. I knew you wanted your space away from me.”

Cody cannot meet his eyes. He feels ashamed. And confused. As if the consequences of his actions are now coming to tear him into pieces. But he shouldn’t feel this way, right? He wanted this, right?  

“I don’t…” Cody deflates and throws his head into his hands. This is what he was dreading. His mind is still a mess of commands, of order, of questions, of anxiety. This is like exposure therapy, his trigger and his love all bound in one.

Through the gaps in his fingers, he looks at Obi-Wan lying in a hospital bed, bandages on his arms and head. 

Made to protect a galaxy that would have had his kind murdered if it hadn’t been for the discovery of the chips (and even that happened too late. Both have the saber and blaster scars to prove it). He thinks of Obi-Wan who threw himself into battle to save his men, who placed himself between Cody and a bullet to make sure his Commander made it out alive. 

Who approached him after Order 66 to make sure he was okay. 

Cody is flooded with thundering guilt.  Was all this worth then? If he feels this way about Obi-Wan? What will he tell Rex? What will he tell Boil? He’s supposed to set an example. He’s supposed to be the one who breaks free. What will he be telling his brothers if he goes back? “Cody–Cody, breath!” How Obi-Wan found the time to leave his bed and pull up a chair that had been on the other side of the room in the span of two seconds, Cody does not know. All he knows is that he’s enveloped in Obi-Wan’s physical and not so physical embrace, breathing deeply as tears cascaded down his face. 

“I thought I wanted that, Sir. And part of me is still finding out what all I want, but I know that I haven’t felt the way I just did when you touched me with the Force in a very long time. And I think that no matter how I feel about you,  if you died today, I would have lost my kriffing mind.” He admits through tears,  “so that counts for something, I guess. But I don’t know what that means for me.” 

“Healing is not linear, Cody. I,” Obi-Wan falters, “I still have not spoken to Anakin. I still have not forgiven Qui-Gon, but I would never regret my time with them. And when I am ready, I hope to embrace my padawan again. I say this to let you know that should you never want to see me after this, I will accept that. But I will always be here, waiting for you to return Cody. Be it in this life, or when we are both one with the Force.” 

Cody balls, sobbing loudly as he clings onto Obi-Wan. He nods, the coil in his stomach unfurling. He wonders if it is Obi-Wan’s doing. 

“I’m sorry for what I said about the Code. I'm sorry for everything,” he breathes, pulling himself together, “I am usually not like this.” “None of that Cody, you have nothing to apologize for. The fault is ours. The Order should have done more for you and your siblings,” he states, fingers running through Cody’s hair, “I had hoped that by staying away we were doing that, but I suppose we should let you choose how we interfere.” 

(He wants to tell him that this isn’t the case for all Jedi. Plo Koon tried the silent treatment, and Wolffe, Boost and Sinker apparently cornered him outside of his suite in the Jedi temple.) 

“Clones getting a choice,” Cody chuckles through his tears, “what an amazing concept.” 

Obi-Wan hums, fingers still twisting in Cody’s curls. Cody is more comfortable than he thought he’d be. He welcomes Obi-Wan’s touch just as he did the Force. “Obi-wan, I want to be with you. It won’t be easy, but neither was the war. And we both survived, somewhat.” The tears have stopped now, and he finds both his footing and his voice. Gently, he untangles himself from Obi-Wan’s arms and adjust himself so that he captures those blue eyes with his own. 

“I think we can win this too. If you’ll be patient with me. I am still…healing, as you put it. They did a lot to us in Kamino, and to put it frankly my brain is fucked. And a lot of that was before the war. I will not be easy to be with.” “My padawan is Anakin Skywalker who nearly turned Sith during the war, I don’t think the Force wants me to be with easy people. And I don’t want to either. Besides, I was willing to not speak to you for two years. I will be as patient as you need me to be, Cody.” 

“If you’re comparing me to the two second Sith, then we’re off to a bad start.” Obi-Wan erupts into laughter. Genuine laughter. Laughter so hard, he begins to tear up. Though Cody is somewhat hesitant to credit the humor alone for the tears. Maybe Obi-Wan needs an excuse of his own. 

“Who’s idea was that nickname?” “It was Jesse’s, but now most of the 501st has adopted it.  While half of the galaxy calls him Vader, the 501st calls him the two second Sith. I think it’s how they cope.” Cody joins in, reveling in the ridiculousness of it. 

Leave it to the 501st and their General to be the much needed comic relief.

In between their laughter, and their tears, they lean forward, foreheads brushing against the other.

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(Sometime later, when Obi-Wan has fallen back to sleep, and the Jedi have come to collect their council member, Cody stands to collect Fox from behind the screen. It’s time they both go home. 

He nearly screams when he pulls back the fabric and sees Fox sheepishly bury his head into the mass of hair that is Jedi Master Quinlan Vos. 

He doesn’t even want to ask how much the latter heard. )

[alexihollis]

The Orphans

part two

Technically, crews outside of the alliance weren't allowed to call meetings. If Sully were any bit smarter, he would realize what a slight it actually was that Cyrus was entertaining this at all. How little concern Cyrus truly had about Sully and the Orphans, beyond the fact that they kept challenging crews to rumbles and being an overall nuisance to anyone north of 116th street.

"Why do we have to be here?" Fox whined, voice quiet as she tucked her chin on Swan's shoulder. "It's fucking freezing."

Swan rolled her eyes, even as she felt amusement tug at the corners of her mouth. She jostled her shoulder a bit, to Fox's tired grumbles. "Cyrus said."

"Everything's 'Cyrus said' nowadays," Fox continued to grumble as she straightened once more, throwing a glare at where Sully was talking with Cyrus and Cleon. The other crews' leaders milled about, talked amongst each other. Rembrandt had dragged Ajax over to the Hurricanes at the beginning, something about a mural, when it became clear that Cyrus did not expect everyone to pay attention to Sully's crap. Cochise decided to call a medics' meeting over in another corner of the park. Cowgirl was...

Getting busy in a dark corner with a Bizzie. Great.

"Hey," Swan felt Fox check her shoulder. "Cleon."

Swan looked to Cleon, who subtly tilted her head back, telling her to come over. "Go hang out with Cochise."

Fox bristled. "I'm fine-"

"Fox."

Ever the teenager, Fox rolled her eyes, but headed over to where Cochise was. Swan took to Cleon's side at the same time Masai took Cyrus, exchanging subtle nods as Swan watched Cyrus' eyes narrow, her jaw set. Cleon looked nearly murderous.

Interesting.

"So, let me see if I understand this," Cyrus said, her voice pleasant, but steel. "Not only did you call an alliance meeting as an outsider, but you called as the leader of a crew with no terf, no colors, and no name?"

Sully bristled. "No. We're the real Orphans. I called the meeting to talk about a new crew taking over my terf. Aren't you supposed to handle that shit?"

...what?

"Watch your tone," Masai warned, voice dark. Swan made it clear that people were to treat Cleon with respect, but Masai took it to another level.

Cyrus raised her hand just slightly. Swan had seen her do it before, her way of telling Masai to take a step back for a moment, let her handle it.

"Maybe I misunderstood," Cyrus sounded almost sweet. Sully was a dead man. "Cleon. What did you hear Sully tell us just now?"

"Sounded like his leadership was challenged, they fought, and Sully chose to split off with some of the dumber members of his crew when the rest chose to follow their new leader and now wants to whine about the whole thing unfair," Cleon said.

Oh. So Sully was terminally stupid.

"Yes, that is what I heard as well." Cyrus nodded, her voice becoming sickly sweet almost as her gaze sharpened on Sully. "Along with some really lovely commentary on women. How much of this has to do with the fact that this new leader is a woman?"

"Mercy's a shit-stirrer." And now one of Sully's underlings was talking. Because they were all so, so stupid. "She got all the girls riled up over nothing-"

"According to my scouts, it isn't nothing," Cyrus finally let her anger into her tone. "Unless one of those girls - and I say girl, because she is sixteen years old - landing in the hospital with a broken femur is nothing."

...so they were suicidal as well. Because that was the only reason Swan could think of that they would dare try to bring that mess in front of Cyrus.

At her words, Sully and his lackeys seemed to finally realize that this was not the meeting they thought it was. Their eyes became shifty, faces paled.

"Cleon," Cyrus looked to Cleon and they did that strange little silent communication that they had been doing since that first alliance meeting when Cleon managed to shut down the Rogues' attempts at an assassination.

Cleon nodded. Looked to Swan. "Take the others and go check in on this new Orphans leader."

"Yes, ma'am," Swan dipped her head in respect as Cyrus and Cleon turned back to Sully. As she passed Masai, Swan paused for just a second.

"We've got Cleon," Masai said, voice soft enough that only Swan could hear, his eyes never leaving Cyrus.

Swan nodded. It was difficult, handing over the reins, but Cleon was the best of them, anyways. Masai having her back was just added comfort. The Riffs had also been ridiculously protective of Cyrus ever since they almost lost her in that meeting back all those months ago. As long as Cleon stayed near Cyrus, Swan didn't mind taking the rest of their crew with her.

Well.

Mostly.

"He did not bite you."

"I felt teeth!"

"That is a hickey."

Cowgirl and Cochise were making Swan mind just a bit more with this argument that began the second they left the damn park.

"This is your fault," Ajax said darkly, half-glaring at Swan over Rembrandt's head, as the couple walked with Ajax's arm slung around Rembrandt's shoulders.

Swan did not respond. Not in small part because...yeah. Yeah, this one was on her, from when she got her first streetlight glimpse at Cowgirl's neck after they left the park and asked, "Did that boy bite you?"

Not even in a "I'm concerned, are you okay?" way either, more in a "Is that a thing that Straight People do?" way. But either way, the question made Cowgirl panic and demand to stop so Cochise could check her over. She was not pleased with Cochise's cursory glance and assertion that, no, the boy did not bite her.

"Cowgirl, you didn't even notice until Swan said something!" Cochise exclaimed.

"I was distracted!"

"So how are you so sure you felt teeth-?"

"Swan, make them stop," Fox begged from where she walked just behind Swan.

"He bit me!" Cowgirl yelled. "He bit me and none of you care!"

"You didn't even notice!" Rembrandt turned her head to look back at Cowgirl.

"I was busy!"

"Oh, God, I do not need to hear about you getting busy," Fox, again.

Ajax bit out at a laugh at that, "Don't act so innocent! I saw you with that boy at Jenkins last week."

"Ajax!" Fox hissed.

Too late. Swan's head had already snapped to Ajax. "What boy?"

Pure delight shined on Ajax's face. "She didn't tell you?"

"I swear to God-!"

"I thought we agreed," Swan started.

Ajax waved her hand, the one resting on Rembrandt's shoulder. "Nah, this one's good. College kid, actually. Helps his mom out with his younger siblings, works at a bodega to pay for school and help out with his family's bills, whole nine-yards."

"Why do you know all that?!" Fox's voice came out a little shriek-y.

"What, you think just cause you turned eighteen and graduated high school that I'm gonna let you just go off with any guy? No chance," Ajax scoffed.

"I'm an adult!"

"Hardly," Swan and Ajax said at this same time.

"Do you all know how filthy the human mouth is?" Swan was going to kill Cowgirl. "Cochise has told me horror stories!"

"About men in close combat in Vietnam. Not you getting frisky in the biggest damn city in the world," Cochise said. "Tell you what, you pop a fever in the next day or two, I'll take you to the ER myself."

Then, Fox was suddenly in Swan's ear. "Rooftops. Ten, at least." A moment passed, "All women. Aren't the Orphans strictly men?"

"There's been a bit of a shake-up," Swan muttered. "That's why we're here."

A bit farther down, someone left an alley. Two someones, actually.

"Hey, Warriors," the one in front called as they got closer. "You're a bit far from your terf."

She was a bit shorter than Swan. Her hands were wrapped, the bandage over her knuckles bloodied. The taller girl behind her didn't say anything, but her eyes were shifty, nervous, and she crossed her arms less like someone trying to intimidate and more like someone who didn't know what to do with her arms at all.

"Just coming by to say hello to the new Orphans Warlord," Swan said, tucking her hands in her pockets and leaning her weight back on her heels.

The woman cocked an eyebrow. "Found out about that fast."

"Sully called a meeting," Swan shrugged.

"The Orphans weren't invited into the alliance," the tall one said, the words rushed and the shorter woman's eyes closed in barely concealed annoyance. "This ain't Riff business. Or Warrior."

"Crews, in or out, are allowed to do whatever they want internally to settle leadership disputes," Swan said. She had been repeating that sentiment a lot the past couple months. "This is just a hello."

"You could understand why you bringing enforcers around here might make some of us a bit jumpy," the short one intercepted, subtly taking a step back to place her heel on the toe of the tall one's shoe. A silent shut-the-fuck-up that Swan barely caught.

Clever. The new Orphans War Lord was clever.

"I'm Swan. Cleon's Number Two," Swan said. "Sounds like you know Ajax, Cochise, and Cowgirl. Fox here is our lead scout and Rembrandt's our tagger. We don't bring them when we want a fight."

Which earned her a swift, likely less-subtle kick to the back of her shin from Fox. They were working on Fox's fighting, but there was a ways to go on that front before Cleon would feel comfortable sending her out for a planned fight.

"...I'm Mercy," the short one said. Nodded her head to the side. "That's...Harley."

The taller one's eyes went wide. Looked at Mercy for a second. She straightened, her shoulders farther back. "Yeah."

Uh-huh.

"You have anywhere we can chat?" Swan asked.

They did. An old, abandoned orphanage. It actually was a pretty interesting hang out, all things considered. If freezing.

Mercy led them to what seemed to be an old dining room, though clearly one not used often.

"What do you want to know?" Mercy asked.

"Your side of the story," Swan said. "What you plan to do now."

"How many of you there are," Ajax tried to slide in.

"Not even a chance," Mercy responded.

Ajax shrugged. "Worth a shot."

"I had a disagreement with the way Sully was running things. I challenged him. I won fair and square. End of story," Mercy said. "Our plan is to keep to ourselves, keep to our terf."

"You aren't too worried about Sully, then?" Swan asked.

Mercy shrugged. "Beat him fair and square. If you're here, that must mean he ran to Cyrus and word was she wasn't too happy with him anyways."

Swan stared at Mercy.

Mercy stared right back.

"You really aren't going to say what the disagreement was about?"

"You really expect me to believe you don't know?" Mercy shot back.

Cowgirl barely hid her snort of laughter.

"We don't want any problems with the alliance," Mercy promised. "Are we cool?"

"Not my call to make," Swan said. "But I can say you probably don't need to worry just yet. Cyrus wasn't too happy with Sully and neither was Cleon."

Mercy nodded, as if digesting the information. "Is that all you needed?"

Swan looked back at Cochise, who simply shrugged. "About it. Anything else you want to tell us?"

And for a second, Swan thought Mercy might say something. Add something. But she shook her head and that was that.

"So she's hot," Cowgirl said as soon as they passed Tremont.

Silence.

"You got something you want to tell us, Cowgirl?" Rembrandt finally asked.

"Wha- No! But- c'mon, she's hot. Are we really going to pretend like she isn't?" Cowgirl asked.

"Is it something we needed to comment on?" Cochise asked back.

"Wow." Cowgirl shook her head. "Wow, I am in the gayest gang in all of New York and the actual lesbians are going to pretend like they don't know what I'm talking about? Really?"

"I don't think we beat the Hurricanes, actually," Fox said.

Ajax scoffed, "Yes, we do."

"Cowgirl isn't gay," Fox said.

Silence, once more.

"You got something you want to tell us, Fox?" Rembrandt, once more, this time laughing as she said it.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, you knew what I meant!" Fox exclaimed, flustered now.

"Swan, back me up here," Cowgirl said. "Mercy's hot."

"She's really clever," Swan said instead. Because that was where her mind had been the whole time since leaving.

Mercy clearly did not intend to become the leader. That shit happened all the time across the city, gang disputes that create leaders by accident. Becoming the leader was the easy part. Surviving the first few weeks? That was the challenge and one Mercy recognized.

The bad leaders, the dumb ones - they didn't. They didn't realize that the hard part had yet to come and that they needed to be ready, needed to rally their forces and stand strong for when others came at them. Maybe the Warriors came as friends, but Mercy recognized that soon, not-so-friendlies would come along to poke at the new leader and test the new boundaries.

Mercy said the reason behind the change didn't matter, she was the leader now.

Mercy said, sure, come into our hang out, but you aren't seeing where we actually hang.

Mercy said I'll answer your questions, but I'm not pretending that you don't already know more than I want you to.

Clever answer after clever answer. Cleon would be impressed.

"That is...not what I was talking about at all," Cowgirl said.

"Cleon's gonna love this," Cochise snorted.

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Hey! Hey - look at that! It stayed fluffy! It stayed fluffy, guys!

[eddiegettingshot]

someday i’ll get over this. but. it’s truly bonkers that the people who level accusations of homophobia at other gay/queer people with zero coherent thought or consideration tend to be the same exact people who literally, with zero self-awareness, will accuse fans of color of Pulling The Race Card because we’re not satisfied with the way the show and other fans engage with tommy’s past. like this shouldn’t be surprising to me but it is. and i do think that, at this moment, the truly pressing issue in this fandom - even bigger than the nasty and unapologetic misogyny - is how comfortable white people seem to be with brushing off or outright defending racism. even worse is the suggestion that people (of color!) are only expressing discomfort because of our ship preferences, and the suggestion that somehow this is something everyone is just obligated to get over and be ok with, when it’s perfectly valid to continue to be uncomfortable with a redemption narrative for a racist and misogynistic character, and it’s perfectly valid to criticize the way said narrative has been dealt with. like, your fox news-style rhetoric actually is real and that’s what’s actually stomach-churning to encounter. and i do think that it is actually the responsibility of people in tommy-positive spaces to root out that kind of shit instead of letting it slide

[ozianfizz]

I hate terms comparing women to animals but Chinese feminists have a term for women that uphold patriarchy and refuse any kind of attempt at liberation as "donkeys" who stubbornly uphold misogyny

And it's a great name for someone that isn't quite a pick-me, esp when pick-me has been co-opted and warped until people started applying it TO FEMINISTS and gnc women. Plenty of women who aren't pick-me women are definitely defending and carrying shit for men that clearly could not care less about them, and who view them at the same level as a donkey.

Also holy shit if you think American women wanting to be 4B while still dating or being married to a man are fragile, the comments some Chinese radfems have about American 4B would shatter them lol. Like some posts and comments are astonished that American women can't even do the basic minimum of 4B, much less something like 6B4T/10bt that also involves boycotting misogynist brands and things like otaku or idol culture. In the US it's apparently "too much" and "too controversial" for women to CHOOSE to prioritize our happiness/safety and stop associating with men romantically and sexually. Not even forcing women to do it, just doing it ourselves is enough to warrant Fox News segments, YT videos analyzing this INSANE, RADICAL, HYSTERICAL movement.

If you want to date/marry/have kids or already have a boyfriend/husband/children, you're not 4B and that's FIIIINE. 4B =/= good person and the only real feminists, and non-4B women =/= pickmes, donkeys, and women who aren't real feminists. Feminism and 4B aren't mutually exclusive. Just don't call yourself 4B if you're still planning on being with men romantically or sexually, it's that simple lol

[evangelineshifts]

“electricity is the speed of light, which is the speed of thought. there is no through. you’re already wherever you need to be.”

“i can’t ’think’ in executable code-“

“Oh, my god! you ARE the code. stop thinking like a programmer. use your imagination!”

- Pantheon (2022)

just heard this in the show i’m watching and immediately ran to write it down cause they are so real.

going more in depth about things below the cut cause I'm a thought daughter 😕

Awareness is considered to be faster than consciousness. It is your awareness you’re shifting and not your consciousness. You become aware of your DR before any of the conscious stimuli even reaches your body, before you can hear, see, smell, touch, etc. you are aware of your DR. That might sound confusing (trust me, it’s confusing for me too as I’m learning this right alongside you) but this is why it is so stressed in the community to just let go off everything like that shit is done and dusted swear 😭. Symptoms, 5 senses, focus, none of it really matters in the grand scheme of things cause as soon as you shift you attention to your dr you’re there. 

“According to current neuroscience understanding, awareness is generally considered to be faster than conscious perception;

meaning that the initial detection of a stimulus, or "awareness," can happen before the full conscious experience of that stimulus is formed, which takes a bit longer to process in the brain.”

Now I personally like to believe that awareness is the first step in perception so when you think you have a failed attempt or that nothing happened when you laid down to do your method remember how you envisioned your DR, how you mapped it out in your mind, for those with aphantasia; how you described to yourself where you were, know in your heart of hearts, that right there was the real fucking deal and I’m so serious. I know everyone is always waiting for the external stimuli and we aren’t gonna pretend like thats not what we’re doing this for but those bitches are like running as fast as they can and they can NAWT run very fast dawg 😭😭😭 smell and taste are the slowest senses, the fastest being hearing. 

You know all those stories of people saying they “minishifted” and the way they knew is that they heard someone from their DR? Have you ever read one of those and been like “that’s fuckin bullshit it was probably just someone in their CR that they mistook for their s/o or something.”? Have you ever heard one of those stories and just sorta 🤨cause subconsciously you associate actual successful shifting with seeing and feeling? Well let me tell you the list goes; hearing, touch, sight, smell, taste for how quickly they perceive new stimuli so I wouldn’t put all my eggs in those baskets fox and friends cause those bitches are tripping on their shoelaces trying to catch up 😕

“Based on reaction time, the human senses from fastest to slowest are typically considered to be: Hearing (fastest), Touch, Sight, Smell, and Taste (slowest);

with hearing having the quickest response and smell and taste being the slowest to perceive new stimuli.”

Here is some other things I found about the way the brain processes things for all the scientific homies (note: I’m barely fact checking these. Its 8 am and i’m doing this cause i saw a scene on netflix 😭i also thought it was 6 am so pardon me):

“When a sensory signal enters the brain, it goes through various processing stages,

with the initial detection often happening at a subconscious level before reaching full conscious awareness” 

If you’ve ever gotten that feeling that you shifted and you swear on your life and your grandma’s kitten that you did but like you have no physical stimuli to back it up it was

probably your subconscious alerting you to the shift in spatial awareness before your consciousness caught up. Kinda like the brains automatic threat response;

“The amygdala, responsible for processing fear, can react to a potential threat very quickly, registering awareness of danger before conscious perception of the threat itself.”

You can become aware of things before you even realize what’s happening. In the shifting community you’ll find examples of that in shifting stories when they don’t even realize that they’ve shifted until they take the time to actively think about it. There have been incidents where people have spent full days in their DRs before realize cause it’s just that natural. It’s instinctual.

“Studies have shown that brain activity related to a decision can be detected before a person consciously reports making that decision,

supporting the idea that awareness precedes full conscious experience.”

Anyways that’s all for all the girls, gays, and theys who think to much like I do! Happy shifting mwah 💋🍓

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Question, new watcher to miraculous. Why are the kwamis in the chinese miracle box not chinese? And I know that it has the zodiacs, but their powers sometimes intersect with each other, and some of their themes/aspects somehow doesn't connect with the animal that the kwamis are being represented with. Like Pollen with action, I heard that it used to be subjugation which I think fits better with the bee theme. Anyways, what I am saying is, why is the magic system of miraculous so messy and cluttered?

Run, newbie!!! Run!!! Save yourself!!! Don't be drawn in!!!

In all seriousness, your best bet is to pretend that the miracle box isn't tied to a specific culture because it's culture as decoration and nothing more. There is no deep logic to anything about it. I'd even go so far as to label it cultural appropriation because of how surface level it all is. A child watching the show won't even learn what the Chinese zodiac is because no one ever refers to the Kwamis as such or discusses what the zodiac is or even uses the word "zodiac." That's all a fanon addition.

I've talked about this in way more depth in the past, so here are a few relevant posts from my "lore discussion" tag. I'm pretty good at remembering to use that one when I feel like a post adds something new to the topic, so feel free to browse, just note that it's about all the lore and not just this part of it. Note that some of the chosen posts reference each other, so I'm just giving them to you in chronological order to save you some time.

Post 1

Post 2

Post 3

The bee did indeed used to be subjugation and was retconned to action for some reason. I've heard that it was to be something more accessible to kids, but we've still got things like Jubilation and Transmission in the roster so I'm not sure if that's true. If it is, it's silly because we've still got things like Jubilation and Transmission in the roster.

As for why there are all the repeat powers and other such nonsense, as best I can tell, they didn't actually come up with any lore for the Kwamis' powers outside of Tikki and Plagg and maybe some of the original five that also inhabit the top of the box (bee, peacock, butterfly, turtle, and fox). All of the other powers were made up on the fly and based around trying to fit the power to the kid who would get it since the show took the approach of "if you don't have enough for everyone, then you don't have enough to share with anyone." Great for candy, terrible for magical items.

Rose is optimistic so she gets a power that's basically optimism, Nathaniel the artist gets a creation power, and so on. This is, of course, a terrible way to approach lore as you're not trying to balance your magic system in the slightest. You're just making shit up as you go, meaning you get contradictory powers and repeats and all other kinds of crap. I've talked about this a few times around different powers, but I'm particularly fond of this lecture dunking on the peacock because I hate it so much.

[valnyte]

Touko Kuzuha Route Review

a few things of note:

I mainly play the adult version; I have an alt account but it is the regular version)

I chose the 妖艶 ending as it was the one showed for the previews (at least in the adult PV); I can confirm that this end does continue to Kuzuha's current Christmas story event story

Based on the way my uni structured its Japanese language classes, I can only say my Japanese fluency level is around 中級 level but still kept a dictionary app by my side

I am not a translator and I will not be translating his route

keep in mind that this is MY opinion, you are free to have your own and read his route as you wish

Plot: 3.5/5 ★

Kuzuha as a character: 4/5 ★

Kuzuha as a partner in a romantic relationship: 1.5/5 ★ (I am being generous)

Kuzuha when it comes to smutty situations: 8/5 ★

MC: 2/5 ★ (Again, I am being generous)

Personal route enjoyment: 3.5/5 ★

tw: dubcon, self-harm

MASSIVE spoilers up ahead so read at your own risk

If I were to summarise his route in one statement its: one-night-stand turns into a friends with (medicinal) benefits relationship that becomes a situationship until these dumbasses finally learn that direct communication is perhaps the IDEAL solution.

Can you see why I want to squeeze him?

Starting with plot, it reads like a fluffy and spicy story, heavily focused on the situationship they landed themselves in which has the air of a romcom. Seriously MC, you just let this guy who you don't know very well crash your apartment and live with you? Just because you slept with him once and found him petting a fluffy cat later on? Kuzuha is incredibly unserious as well for the most part but it is entertaining to see whatever the hell he is up to with MC, if he's going to tease her or spoil her - albeit, usually in bed. Though truth be told, I could not really see much of the romantic chemistry between them, mostly sexual chemistry and understandably so. For a romcom-y theme, I was not expecting something too high stakes but I was actually kept at the edge of my seat once the story hit around the 3/4 point as something I did not even consider an eventual side plot would turn into. Everything before the 3/4 point was very rom-com with a side of magical healing. Storywise, things sped up really quickly after that point, but so did the resolution. I had no issues with the pacing thus far, but the resolution was a bit fast. Nevertheless, it was entertaining, and I will do his route again after hopping unto a fresh route.

Next, Kuzuha himself. Oh boy. Oh boy, oh boy. Wow, you really are a mess with a pretty face. His character profile labelling him "trash" [クズ] is not a joke in the slightest, he is one, and hell, he knows it with zero remorse. Even Tsubaki shit talks to MC in private that Kuzuha is a bit of a shit and neither of them will ever deny it. It makes sense that little pretty trashy kitsune becomes jealous of Ryo once MC brings the topic of her new co-worker/childhood classmate/first crush up. And it is because he knows deep down, he's not that reliable at all, save for his healing magic and his abundant sex appeal.

However as much as I will affectionately clown him, he does have his reasons why he's flippant, and everything ties back to him as the Kuzunoha kitsune. As kitsune, his liver is hunted down for the fact it has high healing capabilities, he has been hunted down in the past (by humans and youma alike) and even in the present (only by youma now), he does dislike the fact he is only seen as useful for this healing aspect. Not to mention physically painful with how parts of his liver have to be taken away and despite his highly regenerative state, its taxing to do. Moreso when it is not by his free will. Next, he is Kuzunoha from legend - there are many variants mind you, but Cybird x DMM did their own spin on it. TLDR how the legend is explained ingame: more than a thousand years back while he was being hunted down in fox form, he was caught in a trap, and he was set free by Abe no Yasuna. As gratitude, Kuzuha transformed into a beautiful woman and lived with Abe no Yasuna and the child of the latter, taking on the role of woman of the house/step in mother. A few years passed safely but then one day, Kuzuha's true identity as kitsune was revealed, and thus was chased out from the home, never seeing them again.

This then led him to the conclusion: "Love is not reciprocal. Either you take it, or it is taken from you."

Ouch.

And he does live with this conclusion set in stone for more than a thousand years until he meets MC and does not realise he is actively falling for her as the weeks go by when living with her. "Love is a one-way road," he said at the beginning. Not in this otome game, sir, it's only a one-way road because you're fictional.

All that aside, he has some very heartwarming sides to him. Despite his devil may care attitude and his love is never returned beliefs, he cannot change the fact he's genuinely compassionate towards others. It is bittersweet to read him filled with so much empathy for others cannot understand himself at the slightest. Healing MC's inability to sleep well in a very unconventional way when she didn't even ask for it at the start, to the point of actively being the one to stab himself to get a piece of his liver out to help save someone's life because he knows firsthand the pain and difference of a youma and human relationship. Characters who are a living irony of themselves am I right?

Not to mention that gentle side of his is further explored once he genuinely starts considering MC as a romantic partner. Still a big tease though .

But it does not mean he is entirely exempt from his flaws. I will address something that I did have issues with since the start: he technically coerced MC into going further with him in their first chapter. She was unsure about having sex with him at first but just a few heated moments later, one thing led to another then yup they screwed. By the time she realised it, it was too late as they already did the deed and she was shortly angry with him. Narrativewise, she was technically trapped in a "fuck him or your spirit disappears when the incense fully burns out" but he only told her that AFTER instead of the BEGINNING. Kuzuha... That is A CHOICE to make, and not a good one - considering you were the one who gave her the incense sticks in the first place 💀 Not entirely comfy with that situation even if he treated her gently. Sure he's the gentlest suitor in the starter pack, but that's just a little bit hmmmmmmmmmm. He has other flaws as well but that is my biggest gripe with him.

Would I consider him as a good romantic partner? Not exactly on that thread given how he has boundaries he wants respected but does not respect others' boundaries. He has a full point for actively looking out for MC and listening to her and responding to that at least. But he is 100% not the type of guy MC can show to her parents and get instant approval for a few other glaring issues.

This is how I see him maybe meeting the parents going in my head:

"So how did you meet?"

"Um..."

"What's your job?"

"Haha, about that-"

When it comes to sexy times in his route, there's a lot of very intensely heated moments, given his nature and the fact he's 90% in close proximity to her because he ends up living with her like a roommate/friend with benefits. Mugenro by itself has very lengthy sex scenes, and partially voiced so yes please do not be like me who forgets to turn down the volume 💀 He is a big tease, but once he knows how desperate she is, oh he's rewarding her a hundred times over. He's skilled, good grief, he knows it and makes use of everything he knows to send anyone to high heaven. Also outdoor sex does happen in one of the avatar challenges, yes I got it because I was curious and I am damn well not regretting it. Just saying, his voice getting raspy had me going, I need to hear this at home. Alone. Ehe.

Ok enough about Kuzuha, time to turn to MC. Girl... Because why. On one hand, I actively like the fact she's quite possessive towards him at the end, directly telling him there's a boundary he should never cross with her and he listens. But for the rest of the time, sweetie, there's a fine line being nice and then being trodded underfoot. And where is your common sense girl, you barely knew the guy and you're letting him crash at your place immediately? She has all the position to refuse him but nooooo. I cannot blame her for being attracted to Kuzuha with his debonair charm, but I do want to wring her like laundry sometimes with how downright idiotic she can get. Even she's not safe from being scolded by Kuzuha himself for running into a very dangerous situation. Maybe sit down with the blindfold from seeing the red flags for a moment and maybe come to terms with the different lifespans for a bit. Even just a little bit. I will give her a full point for taking on the usually active role instead of being passive and letting him make the decisions for her as she is more decisive than this free-spirited fox, but otherwise, ma'am you have a brain, don't let it waste away.

Overall, I did enjoy Kuzuha's route and will do it again to full clear everything, just not now. Not my true cup of tea, but he is arguably the nicest of the suitors so far and I am glad I read his route first. And because he's cute. If I make a plushie of him, he's going to become my new stress toy.

Have a blushie Kuzuha for the end:

K, bye.