#it is not impossible for this situation to resolve but it might very well take a miracle. so we’re gonna pray for one

[millionsknives]

hello my psionic warriors. i need you all to pray as hard as you can because i have received word that things may blow up and hit the fan very very soon

[bellestarot]

Pick a Pile

What's Next In Your Love Life? 🩷

♡ Take your time to choose

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Pile I

This is a journey where you'll become more emotionally independent. It's about loving yourself first and getting to know who you are before being with someone else.

You're a very empathetic person, extremely kind to others, and I can see that your circle of friends is always there for you in both good and bad times. These people will have an even stronger presence in your life during the next chapters of your romantic journey as well.

You might meet someone who initially seems like the right match for you because they understand you and connect with you emotionally. Another person might appear too, someone younger and grounded, but still building their life and figuring out what they truly want. I see that both of these people will be interested in you and will try to reach out. However, I honestly see you thinking that you can find someone you truly connect with, as most of the people who approach you don’t really capture your interest. It’s easier for you to treat them as friends rather than romantic interests.

I see you becoming more financially independent, advancing academically, and taking better care of yourself—not just emotionally, but also focusing on your physical health. You’ll be buying clothes, treating yourself well, and caring for yourself in the way you want to be treated.

This is about how strong you are. I believe you’ll face some obstacles, situations where you’ll feel deep pain that seems impossible to resolve. But the universe is speaking to you, showing you signs and guiding you on the path you should take. Some challenges make us stronger and wiser, and I see great potential in you to become stronger and wiser amidst difficulties and the unknown. You will be led into unfamiliar territory on a new journey, a chapter of your life that you don’t yet know how it will unfold.

This is a reading about self-love, not love with others, because you can only love someone else when you truly love yourself.

Pile II

You're definitely going to be getting out of the house more, going places, meeting new people, and opening your heart to them. You'll discover what happens when you truly embrace who you are, when you're in your essence. Are you allowing yourself to be happy in the moment and enjoying what you're experiencing? Because in the past, some of you were hurt by someone who came into your life.

Maybe it was someone you thought was your ideal type—physically attractive, someone you really believed would be the love of your life, your soulmate, or something like that. But in the end, this person betrayed you, lied to you, said hurtful things. Perhaps this was someone who was closed off from the beginning, and you thought you could win their heart. But in the end, you discovered they were exactly who they seemed to be all along. This experience might have left you nearly depressed, unable to see your own worth, and lacking the motivation to go out and meet other people.

And yes, you might have had help from a friend, a relative, or a female figure who came to you and told you that you are worth it, that you have all the potential and capacity to find someone who will recognize you and not deceive you in the end.

What you heard from these people might have been hard to accept at first, but it’s true. You have the capacity. I see you meeting someone new, perhaps around your age, someone very intelligent and creative. This person will be interested in you, but I see you being a bit tough with them because of what happened to you.

I see you taking your time to reply to their messages when they invite you out, playing a bit hard to get. But every time you meet with this person, it's positive; it’s an important moment.

It's fun!

You’ll find yourself in a stable relationship with this person. I see you two becoming best friends first, and then evolving into something more, into love.

This person will show you a very romantic side, perhaps a part of them that you didn’t expect. At first, they might have presented themselves in a certain way, but as your relationship deepens, things will evolve and become more natural. That’s what you’ll need to pay attention to. You need to let things flow naturally, stop trying to control or idealize too many people, too many conversations, behaviors—just let things happen as they will.

And while this person from your past may still be on your mind, still in your thoughts, the universe wants you to let that go. Move on—it's in the past. You deserve to be with someone who is good for you, not someone who hurt you and crushed your self-esteem.

Pile III

Well, I'm not sure if you're aware, but right now, you’re manifesting a very important soul connection, the kind where you might feel what the other person is feeling, have strange experiences like shared dreams, and connect with this person on incredibly deep levels without knowing why.

I believe you’re a very spiritual person, someone who knows their worth. You seem to be more introverted, perhaps spending a lot of time at home, but recently, you might have considered going out more.

You might meet this person when you’re out, perhaps in a place you don’t usually go to, with people you aren’t particularly close with. You’ll meet this person unexpectedly, and it will feel like a clash of souls between you two.

You’re trying to leave behind what has hurt or bothered you, trying to move forward every day, but you’re also quick to judge the people who come into your life. Sometimes, even if someone just says hi, you might immediately think they’re not your type or that you have nothing in common, not giving them a chance to get to know you.

You could meet this person while traveling, perhaps to a place you’ve always wanted to visit. Suddenly, you meet them, and it takes you by surprise.

I see you feeling unsure whether this person is truly attracted to you, whether they feel the same connection you do. You might have a lot of doubts about this.

It’s possible that you two will be in a long-distance situation, even if you’re in the same city. Maybe you didn’t exchange numbers; you saw each other a few times in different places and then went your separate ways. I see you seeking answers through the Divine or through things that are beyond what we can see, because you’ll sense that this connection is something different.

You and this person are very different—not just physically, but in personality and maturity. You are more mature than they are. This person still feels like a teenager in some ways, even though they’re an adult. Their actions and behaviors are still very youthful, and not in a positive sense. However, I don’t see this as an obstacle to you being together.

This person will miss you a lot, and you’ll miss them too, especially due to the distance between you. You won’t quite understand why you’re apart, but it will feel like there’s something bigger at play.

This person still has a lot of growing up to do, which might be why you’re not together yet—they need to go through certain experiences to mature because the universe is taking care of this connection. Whatever it is, the universe will do everything possible to bring you and this person together.

Besides this person, you might also receive romantic interest from others, such as someone in your workplace who finds you charming. They may try to win you over with gifts, attempting to capture your heart in various ways.

[rikusahoge]

"But be safe. No reckless stunts."

On Sora and Riku's respective recklessness as showcased in the series, and what it means for their relationship

Under readmore because i am going to talk a lot

As an aside: Im going to be pulling from the Japanese text, though I am not a native speaker or really any kind of speaker, so take what I say with a decent amount of scrutiny. I'm more than willing to be corrected on these conclusions!

One line that has stood out to me in kingdom hearts is the repetition of "no reckless stunts!" and similar phrases. If you examine the original text, three slightly different words have been used to mean "reckless", which I'll include below (pulled definitions from Jisho, mostly)

無謀 (mubou): reckless, foolhardy, rash, ill-advised, mad (scheme)

無茶 (mucha): reckless, absurd, unreasonable, ridiculous

無理 (muri): impossible, unreasonable, unjustifiable

Importantly for what i want to talk about is how "muri" is used in situations where a character wants to express that something is impossible (think of a character giving up all hope due to an insermountable obstacle in front of them, they may mutter something like "muri da...") keep a pin in this, it will matter toward the end.

Also note that each of these words starts with "無" (mu), which usually means nothingness or absence of something. The definition of this kanji isnt super important, it's more important that its presence ties these three phrases together in a really unique way as i hope to demonstrate.

what i propose is that both Sora and Riku are depicted as reckless characters, albeit in different ways. The established pattern I've noticed is that Sora: "mucha" & Riku: "muri". I will tentatively refer to "mucha" as "rash" and "muri" as "impossible" (despite that it does also mean other things in some cases! bare with me it'll make sense)

Dialing back a bit, we have seen countless moments of Sora acting rashly. It is one of his key character traits and it tends to get him in trouble. He has a big heart, and is quick to anger.

Sora's response to loved ones and helpless innocents that have been put in harm's way is to repetitively bash things with his keyblade (and ask questions later).

It's Sora's rashness that allows Org 13 to use him to complete kingdom hearts. The extreme end of his rashness is showcased when he stabs himself to release Kairi from his heart.

Tldr. I think it's pretty well established and easy to argue that Sora is one to leap before he looks.

Now, Riku might be a little harder to sell as reckless, because of how well he tends to hide it. He carries himself as a role model for Sora, and tries to be the responsible friend. But if we look at his patterns of behavior, despite how he carries himself, he is quite reckless!

Without thinking of the consequences, he rushes the open door when destiny islands falls to darkness, eventually succumbing to it himself. He lashes out several times at Sora, particularly dangerously when he fires off a dark firaga in Hollow Bastion. He closes the door to darkness with Sora without knowing what would happen to him if he was trapped in the realm of darkness. When Sora is asleep, he sacrifices his form to defeat Roxas, without any assurance that he would ever be able to get his old form back.

We see Riku's recklessness too in the fight against Xemnas. He recklessly throws himself in front of Xemnas twice, hurling Sora away from danger and taking a very nasty blow to the hip. I'd count his dive to save Sora in DDD among these, mostly due to his risk taking behavior when it comes to saving Sora. Finally of course we see it in KH3, with his ultimate sacrifice. (but i think importantly, this scene isn't just recklessness, but I'll explain in a bit)

So tldr. Despite Riku's mask of level headedness and resolve, he has been shown over and over to take massive risks without caring for the consequences. Which is pretty reckless, in my opinion!

Sora and Riku's recklessness, mind you, is also called into question by Yen Sid, who tells Riku the reason he kept Aqua's fate a secret was to keep Riku and Sora from staging a "half-baked attempt at rescue"

He says similar in Japanese, but i want to just note the word he uses when he describes the rescue attempt as reckless (highlighted for ur convenience):

(the highlighted word here is "mubou", it will come back later in an Important way, so keep it in mind)

he's *basically* saying that if Riku, or worse, Sora, knew about Aqua, they would have recklessly marched into the realm of darkness to rescue her. Because he knows they are both ... Like that.

I would be remiss to not mention that Sora's impulsivity and recklessness is something Riku admires! After Yen Sid tells riku not to be rash, and Riku excitedly tells Mickey he's ready to help save Aqua, Kairi observes that Riku has changed, and he's more like Sora. Riku asks if that's a compliment, but I think it's clear that he feels it is. He says it's more Fun to just follow his heart, which is sora-esque. (;_;) This is also something he brings up to Sora when they're on the dark margin together, that he's jealous of how Sora can just follow his heart. It's clear Riku has started to embrace his more impulsive side, to follow his heart like sora does. This is important later!

So now that I have my premise Mostly set up, I'd like to highlight a handful of scenes that I thought were really telling about how Sora and Riku relate to the terms "mucha" and "muri", respectively.

Let's start with Sora and "mucha".

The first instance i have found "mucha" used is in Olympus Colliseum.

lets recall How Herc initially loses his power in KH2, and compare it to the movie.

In KH2, Herc is tricked into leaving the colliseum unguarded by capturing Meg and hiding her in the underworld so that Herc and Sora must go to her rescue. Hades sends a hydra in to destroy the colliseum while Sora and Herc are busy fighting heartless and Pete and rescuing Meg.

Upon seeing the destruction in the colliseum, Herc falls to his knees, and you can visibly see his colors fade to a more ashen complexion, similar to his appearance without his powers in the movie. He calls himself a piece of shit basically and Meg helps him up to limp to safety, leaving Sora to defeat the Hydra (ahem sora helping riku walk in twtnw after xemnas fight anyone)

(Herc even has a second journal entry for his Desaturared form.)

You leave the world after defeating the hydra and jumping up on its back a few times, and after sora d & g are named true heros. Yay. But Herc doesn't have his power back yet, which will later be addressed in the second episode.

Herc's loss of power is much different from the movie. In the movie, he agrees to let Hades take his strength for a day in order to keep Meg from harm, and release her from the contract she had entered with Hades (iirc). This was all so Herc wouldn't get the chance to save Olympus from the titans that Hades revives in order to take Zeus' throne for himself.

Herc still tries to wonderboy his way into rescuing the town, and fights a giant cyclops. While he lacks physical strength and gets pretty much Pummeled, he ends up beating the cyclops with his wit - but in doing so, a pillar is knocked over. It is about to crush Herc, but Meg pushes him out of the way, and is crushed to death.

She gives her life to save him, which in turn returns strength to Herc, because the contract was only good if Meg remained unharmed.

What I'm mostly trying to say here on this tangent is Herc's loss of power in KH2 specifically is very reminiscent of Sora losing his keyblade in Hollow Bastion, which is later echoed in the keyblade graveyard when he feels he loses his strength to fight after losing his friends. I bring up the movie to show how bizarrely different it is from the Kh2 plot, perhaps precisely to make the parallel between Sora and Herc stronger (and the parallel between Herc and Riku, by the way - Herc falling to his knees, losing his power, and giving up, only for Meg to walk him to safety, is a parallel to Riku losing his will to fight and press on after the battle with Xemnas - Sora refuses to let him and in the same Exact way he helps Riku walk on)

So Hercules, when faced with the impossible wavers, and loses his strength and will to fight. This is important so keep it in mind. Impossible/Muri isn't stated here as far as i know, but it's important that he is feeling utterly defeated and unable to win.

The second visit to the world is when we first see the term "mucha"/reckless used as far as I was able to find. Hades casts Meg into the Soul Hole and Herc dives in to save her without hesitating (mechanically to write Herc out of the boss fight, but)

We later see Herc emerge with Meg, his godly aura restored (he is Radiant!) something that *should* have killed him. and should have been impossible. But his desire to save her was so great, he recklessly dives in, without knowing that he will succeed. Luckily, all he had to do to prove he was worthy of godhood and power in both the game and the movie was to use the strength of his Heart rather than his fists, as a true hero does:

Sora scolds him and tells him not to do anymore crazy stunts after this reckless dive to save Meg (screenshot makes it look like herc is saying it sorry lol) and that is where we can see the term "mucha" being used in Japanese:

instead of crazy stunts, Sora moreso says "but don't be reckless (mucha)":

to which herc responds:

"people always do stupid things when they're in love" (note he doesn't repeat reckless, he says "baka" lol)

so here we have a direct link between herc's sacrifice when he dove in to save Meg, the restoration of his power/Godhood, and acting recklessly (mucha), without Fear or Doubt, to save someone he is In Love With. put a pin in this because it's all connected.

Now moving onto KH2.9 and KH3. From the start of the game we are told Sora has lost the Power of Waking, and his Entire goal in the game is to regain it, wake Ventus, and prepare for the battle in the KBG with Xehanort.

The Power of Waking is already a very vague, disney-esque power, essentially the power to free sleeping hearts from slumber (and first introduced to us in DDD, particularly in terms of Riku waking Sora up in a sleeping beauty retelling but I'm getting ahead of myself)

Yen Sid suggests that Sora go to Olympus for clues to regain his power, as Just Like Sora, Hercules also lost his power, but was able to regain it.

It's pretty straightforward, but in the interest of not making this post a fucking novel ill try to keep it short. Herc tells Sora he's not sure just *how* he got his powers back, just that he wanted to save Meg with all his heart when he (recklessly) dove in to save her. The game is trying to tell Sora that it's the Power of Love that brought back Herc's strength, and that Love will be key in bringing Sora's PoW back, too.

Specifically, I think that Herc's story and the other worlds Sora visits are saying that it's True Love that will bring Sora's powers back. Acts of true love in KH3 are framed as courageous, selfless, and performed unconditionally.

Despite the visit to see Hercules, Sora still doesn't gain the PoW. He has an idea of what he needs to regain it, but he has to visit multiple Disney worlds to learn more about the power of true love and sacrifice (well also separation but thats not as important to this post) before he's ready to test it out for himself.

After Arendelle (i think) we get to another important cutscene where Riku, Sora, donald, goofy, & mickey meet up with Yen Sid to discuss the progress they've made on their respective journeys. Sora wants to go to the Realm of Darkness with Riku & Mickey because he's worried, but they Won't let him because he doesn't have the PoW. Riku does the fondest laugh known to man, eliciting a bit of anger from Sora, but explains it's because of what Yen Sid had told him earlier - that had Sora or Riku known about Aqua being trapped in the RoD, they would have recklessly gone in to save her.

he's pretty much directly quoting yen sid here, just like he does in English (saying half-baked instead of reckless too). So basically saying here Sora would have marched into (the dark world) recklessly (had he known where Aqua was) - again using "mubou" like master yen sid.

Interestingly, when we get to Sora telling Riku to not be reckless in the dark world to Riku, he's not repeating the same word for Reckless that Riku is using (Now this might be just a flow of the conversation thing, which i certainly cant confirm as a non-native speaker but i think it's still notable)

Sora says something similar to what is said in English; with a few distinctions. A rough translation would be "but don't overdo it, call me if anything happens" (need I gripe one more time that english localization cuts out sora telling Riku to call him; which is why he spends the rest of the time apart from Riku wanting a call, and why its so unhinged that Riku triangles for sora and basically summons him. I DIGRESS)

This line is translated as "but be safe, no reckless stunts" in English, which serves as a callback to what Sora tells to Hercules in KH2, (further solidifying a herc/riku parallel) but IMPORTANTLY, Sora is NOT even saying the same thing he said to Hercules in the Japanese script. He's saying something else - 無理しないで (muri shinai de), which is usually translated as don't overdo it - but literally means "don't do the impossible". This will be important later when I talk more about Riku so keep this in mind.

We immediately get Donald saying "Sora's the reckless (muri) one" (abbreviating for simplicity) but Jiminy disagrees. In English he says "He's not reckless, he just doesn't think!" but in Japanese he says this:

Which i know im going to butcher any translation I do, but Jiminy is basically saying "[Sora's] not muri he's mucha". That distinction is important enough for Jiminy to make a joke about it. That Riku might actually be the one who is overdoing it/trying to do the impossible (muri), while Sora is the one who runs headfirst into danger recklessly (mucha). Which, i think, is quite fitting, given the actions theyve done through the series.

Importantly we get one more instance of "mucha" which I think really ties Sora's trait "recklessness" together nicely, and puts into perspective what the repetition of these phrases is doing from a story telling perspective.

After Sora finishes up the remaining Disney world visits, S, D, & G find out that Chip & Dale have lost contact with Riku & Mickey. Sora is very upset at this, and is Determined to save them (Riku) (with all his heart). Sora has NOT GAINED THE POW at this point, and they don't know how to even get into the RoD, so Sora opts to "let his heart be his guiding key" to find his way to Riku and the RoD. (Recklessly I might add, he hasn't called or talked to Yen Sid or consulted anyone about it lol)

He arrives at Destiny Islands and mysteriously finds Master's Defender which happens to be the key to getting him into the RoD. Right? Well. We know from the glossary that the established method of reaching the RoD is with a keyblade of darkness, through dark corridors, or with the Power of Waking.

Others have argued this (see SRT) but it's heavily implied that Sora regained the PoW on his way to rescue Riku. That he used it explicitly to get into the RoD is where people tend to be a little caught up in the details, because it *does* seem like Master's Defender plays a role, which begs the questions - is it a keyblade of darkness? What the fuck was it doing there? etc. (literally saw on a kh wiki that sora got into the RoD because Masters defender was a keyblade of darkness, which is unconfirmed currently lol) It's also not traditionally what the PoW looks like. There's a huge door that appears, Sora isn't using the kingdom key, he doesn't burst out of Riku's chest. Etc.

HOWEVER. I think with the context of the narrative arc Sora is going through, the foreshadowing present in the game, and The Reckless Rescue angle can at least prove that he DID regain his power here, regardless of whether or not he explicitly used it to get into the RoD. I'll try to briefly summarize the points I've seen made before I add my own.

After the visit to Olympus, Sora explains to Yen sid that he didn't regain his power but he still learned a lot. Yen sid stresses again that sora needs the PoW, Sora gets pouty, and Goofy cheers him up by saying "maybe something will trigger it real soon". Shortly after a bit of banter, there is a knock at the door, and Riku and Mickey walk in. The camera kmakes a point to show Mickey off to the side, then pan up to Riku as he walks in to close the door, who is centered in the view (almost as if we are watching from Sora's POV, who is anticipating Riku's appearance in the door).

Putting this side by side is a little unfair, since it's not an immediate jump from Goofy saying this to Riku's entrance, but it's pretty in your face about just what (or who) might be key to reawakening sora's PoW.

We also get some heavy handed foreshadowing in the next visit to Yen Sid's tower, right before Sora tells Riku to not overdo it:

Yeah. and he does, importantly, get the power of waking, not BEFORE he comes to the rescue, but BECAUSE he comes to the rescue.

Now for my contribution since I stole the last two/three points from other posts. Just before Sora enters the RoD, he tells D & G to stay behind and that he has to go alone. (Sigh, yes, this scene is a parallel to Riku using the PoW to save Sora in DDD - it *has* to be him, and him alone) D& G protest, but eventually relent. But Donald doesn't let Sora go without saying this:

(In English, Donald says "you promise to be good?" inexplicably) but in Japanese he tells sora (basically) "Don't be reckless" - aka. No Reckless Stunts, complete with the use of "mucha" (recall Donald in the previous scene was the one to call Sora "muri" before being corrected by Jiminy). This is similar to what Sora tells to herc, so we are pretty much full circle on this scene being a callback to Herc rescuing Meg in KH2.

Like Herc, Sora does the reckless thing. Like Herc, he heroically dives into the abyss to rescue his loved one with all his heart.

Like Herc, Sora regains his power the moment he resolves to rescue Riku, even if it is not made explicitly clear to Sora OR the audience (perhaps the fact that he regained the PoW is why he is able to save aqua, too)

I could probably go on about this and what it means for Sora for a long time, but I think it's high time I actually wrote about "muri" and Riku's recklessness, so let's rewind a little.

I've already brought up how Riku relates to Herc in terms of his recklessness and heroics, but theres a few more things to add. of course. I'll recap with pictures of one of the parallels i've already discussed:

So here i think at least metaphorically, we can argue that Riku has lost a bit of his "power"- or rather, his drive. After everything is over, he just collapses, ready to die or be left behind. Sora WONT let that happen. So Riku asks Sora to lead. He confesses to some of the jealousy and superiority he'd been feeling over Sora for the past few years, and seems to be trying to find a new direction in his life, having now repented Quite a bit for the sins he committed in KH1.

Riku's entire purpose for fighting after KH CoM and KH2 was to wake Sora up, keep him safe while he does his keyblade weilder duties, reunite him with Kairi, and send him on his merry way. Sora refuses to let him leave, and demands that he comes home with him. So he does. but without his jealousy over his feelings toward Sora, or without his feelings of guilt and feeling he needs to make it up to Sora, what is left to drive him to keep fighting?

DDD gives him a pretty strong answer - it's where he both rediscovers his sense of purpose and gains the Power of Waking in the process. And his dream eater powers too. btw

Riku's journey in DDD is, simply put, not really about passing the mark of mastery exam and becoming a keyblade master. it's about remembering What he lives for. remembering his promise to Terra, and how those feelings have evolved - from wanting strength to protect the Stuff that matters as a child, to, in DDD, discovering that the "stuff that matters, like his friends" was Sora the Whole time, and that Sora is actually a "precious best friend" that he wants to protect. It's About recovering his strength, like Herc needs to do in KH2.

So how does Riku regain his "strength"? By Sora-style taking a reckless dive into the deep abyss of Sora's heart to wake him using the PoW.

(Not once was I able to find any mention of "recklessness" here, or any particular language that ties this moment together cleanly with what happens in Olympus Colliseum in KH2, but the repetition of diving down into an abyss to rescue someone (with all your heart. etc) is Enough of a parallel to make the connection between this scene and Herc's dive to save Meg)

It is within the deepest depth of Sora's heart where Riku is interrogated by three pieces of Sora's heart about what he's afraid of, what he cares about more than anything else, and what he wishes - All canon answers involve the mention of "precious" - "taisetsu" (sorry im not explaining this one im going to just assume you know what im talking about if you are a soriku that reads meta you should know.) - to lose something precious, my precious best friend (fuck da english localization for this one), to recover something precious that I lost. It is here that we see Riku's simple "protecting important stuff" become "protecting something precious/my precious best friend" (note that this hasn't quite become "taisetsu na hito"/precious person but hes getting there)

Ansem the wise is there i guess and he tells Riku that his 3 answers are what were the key to waking sora up, and I think, importantly, are what give Riku his "strength" back. He has rediscovered his purpose, which is, to him, protecting Sora (with all his heart)

Continuing into KH2.9 we have another couple scenes that will both complete Riku's development from protecting stuff that matters to protecting a precious person and also continue to make a strong connection between him and Hercules.

It's been pretty well established that these two scenes are deceptively mistranslated, but i'll go over it again

Herc here is saying "taisetsu na hito" which is translated to "person I love most"

The EXACT phrase Mickey uses to tell Riku why he's feeling more powerful and fearless in the RoD, in the literal next scene in 2.9. They were supposed to be VERY CLEAR hit you over the head parallels but, well. SENA said fuck gay people i guess.

Riku repeats what Mickey says into his hand ("strength to protect my precious person") and recalls his promise to Terra, to protect the things that matter. (again it's implied it's always been about protecting sora, he just didn't have the language or understanding of himself yet to know how to say it)

There is absolutely no room for nuance here. This is explicitly framing Riku's feelings for Sora on par with Herc's feelings for Meg eg. explicitly romantic. And that it's his ROMANTIC LOVE for Sora that is what gives him his strength - not just to protect Sora, but also to do THE IMPOSSIBLE

phase ??? of my argument will now commence hang on to your butts. (i wrote this all in one night im tired)

Now that ive Exhaustively set that up. lets actually get back into discussing what I initially set up - riku doing the impossible "muri" thing.

As a reminder, Sora tells Riku to not "attempt the impossible/overdo it" in the RoD. And to call him if he needs him.

So Riku, instead of attempting the impossible in the RoD by facing the demon tide, does call Sora, which ends up being what saves the day! Yay!

I have bad news though! Riku is terrible at listening to advice when Sora is in trouble.

Now recall what I mentioned earlier about the fall of the guardians in the KBG and Sora's subsequent breakdown being a parallel to Herc losing his power in KH2. Sora *fails* everyone here, and he explicitly states he is worthless, without strength, when he loses them. It's very in line with Herc losing his powers in KH2.

(just putting these in here to hurt you and myself)

So, we get the Herc parallel, but it stops here for Sora. He doesn't do some grand self sacrifice for Riku to prove his heroism and regain his "power", but i think theres a reason for that beyond it just being Riku's time for the spotlight but I am getting there.

In the english localization, Sora says "we've lost, it's over". It's a subtle change from the Japanese, where instead of "it's over", Sora simply utters "muri da--" ("its impossible") (in the wettest saddest voice you can imagine)

It's at this moment where I do truly think we're meant to make the connection between Sora saying "its impossible" and Sora telling Riku to not attempt the impossible. It fits in nicely with Sora telling Herc to not do reckless stunts, with the slight change in language from "reckless" to "impossible", and with the impending self sacrifice. Riku knows that beating back the demon tide is impossible. But he does it anyway (compare to how, when faced with a much smaller demon tide, and he was losing, he listened to Sora's advice and called Sora for help instead of attempting the impossible)

So we have Riku's ultimate true love sacrifice for Sora, which both takes his life and grants him a spot upon an alter in Olympus, perhaps symbolically giving him some sort of ascension for his heroic deed. And again tying his sacrifice intimately to Herc's.

Because Sora and Riku are both "herc" and "meg" here I am going to make a little bit of a reach. Recall that I went through the effort of recapping the climax of the hercules movie. for no reason. There is a connection though even if it's loose, and i would kick myself for not including it.

In the movie, Meg, like Riku, protects a powerless Hercules from impending danger in her own act of true loves sacrifice. Her death gives Hercules his strength back (partly due to contract BS but it's still a romantic moment). And her death is what drives Hercules to dive into the Soul Hole to rescue her soul at a potentially great cost, which is what ultimately restores his godhood (showing his strength of heart). Riku sacrificing himself for Sora can be seen to be more like the events of the Hercules movie, Riku standing in for Meg - Sora does have to restore Riku's heart after it's been taken by the Lich, after all, much like Hercules brings Meg's soul out from the Hole. And Riku's sacrifice is what gives Sora the resolve to keep fighting. (not arguing with anyone who thinks it was only kairi because it wasnt lol)

So Riku attempts the impossible here, and ultimately he is rewarded. An interesting nuance is that the phrase "attempting the impossible" isn't meant to be taken as a challenge. From what ive read from native speakers, the phrase Sora uses really is better translated as "don't overdo it" as it is less about proving yourself to be able to overcome crazy obstacles and more about keeping your expectations in check. But Riku is reckless, and following his heart, which he learned from Sora.

I hope I've properly illustrated how Sora and Riku are both painted as reckless in different ways, and how the language used in KH3 is making direct references to Herc's reckless heroics in KH2 and in the actual Disney movie. And how these reckless acts are showcasing how much these two love each other, because I still have one more point to make. Namely, how this ties into Cinderella, and ultimately KH4.

In Terra's route of Birth By Sleep, he happens upon a distraught Cinderella, who has had her dress torn up by her step sisters. She was planning to go to the ball, but cannot, because it is "impossible" (muri)

Terra tries to console her. It's all very reminiscent of the scenes of Herc's, Sora's, and Riku's defeats.

After Terra fights off the unversed summoned by Cinderella's negativity (toxic much..), Out of the blue, the fairy godmother appears and makes everything better. She fixes up Cinderella with a dress and a ride to the ball, and sends her on her merry way.

She explains to Terra that she appeared to Cinderella to show her that her dreams *can* come true and that she typically appears only to people that have a strong belief in their dreams. Terra says he believes in dreams but you have to work for them, to which FGM responds that simply believing in dreams is already a difficult thing on its own. (Ventus also compares Terra to Cinderella. btw. because of his strong dreams)

Now. Sigh. Im not the only person that has pointed this out. The FGM quite literally appears to Riku, but only after a year has passed and they have no leads on Sora, and after it's implied that Riku is starting to lose hope.

In the limit cut, you can see Riku's sad wet puppy dog face as he talks about how hard everyone is working, and how they haven't found anything at all. He says "if Sora is really out there, don't you think we would have found something by now?" - Again, he's losing faith in his dreams of Sora's return. This is important.

I do not have the strength to go through and find all the times Riku told everyone to believe in Sora in KH3. It's a lot. And the last thing we hear him say Near Sora, is to let him go on his suicide mission to save Kairi - to BELIEVE in Sora (#wish).

So one, we know the dream Riku believes in is Sora, and two, we know he is starting to lose his belief in his dreams, like Cinderella before the ball, when he dress is destroyed.

Right after it's clear their is no lead through the data from Org 13, FGM appears, just like she did for Cinderella. And she tells Riku that His Dreams Are Literally A Key To Find Sora (that hes quite literally been #dream drop distancing into sora's dreams while hes in unreality is already so much without the FGM being there to explain this to him but KH is crazy!)

One last thing to really drive this home. The FGM brings Riku and Kairi to the nameless star to bring the three keys together.

And what does she tell Riku, before he leaves?

"Be careful. Do not attempt to do the impossible."

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if you read this whole thing... well... im proud of you. I know i definitely missed stuff, because it would be so hard to go through all the games and really dig for the use of this term especially when I dont speak japanese at all. and because i wrote this all in one night. But dont hesitate to comment or reblog if you have anything to add. I freaking love kingdom hearts

[beaulesbian]

I've been thinking about the Whiskey Peak Luffy vs Zoro fight and how nothing is truly finished or contained within just one arc in One Piece - where the themes and character development always overlap and span over many later arcs as well.

It's an interesting scene, and I feel it's almost impossible to dissect that fight just within that arc alone - like it wasn't meant to be taken seriously by itself at that time, but later with more context of what's to come after that.

A short version: It's a great set up of how the trust between Luffy and Zoro would develop after this fight.

Specifically, how it gets to this in Skypiea:

And a longer version under the read more:

To start at the beginning again - Luffy knew about Zoro's reputation by the time he reached Shells Town and heard about him as Demon Pirate Hunter of the East Blue, and decided to see if he's a good guy to have on his crew.

Once Luffy freed Zoro and they took down Morgan together, they could see how the other was similary strong, as well as they were able to fight in sync and well together, but maybe they still didn't understand how much they could depend on each other.

With Luffy, anyone who offers him food becomes something like his hero. If they offer him hospitality, he would protect them with his life.

With Zoro, he's always looking out for the danger, used to travel alone (or with just Johnny and Yosaku), he does what's needed, and usually without telling the others.

And this is, I think, that crucial moment when they realize this about each other -

Luffy wakes up and sees the people who helped him lying on the ground, and telling him that Zoro was the one who did that. Luffy goes berserk without needing to hear why, because there shouldn't be a reason why. Whatever Zoro tells him must be a lie, right? He must have gone mad.

Maybe if Zoro didn't fight back, Luffy would see something was wrong, but Zoro isn't one to back down from a fight, especially when being falsely accused, and if he saw that Luffy was fighting him for real, he in turn would give him the same courtesy. They're both very stubborn in the same way.

The misunderstanding trope can be a bit annoying, but I think it's all just to see them actually fight together on equal footing. It was one of the first examples of what they can do together.

After this fight, where they defeat the two Baroque Works agents together, and after everything is explained, Luffy understands, in his own way.

When rereading this part of "I thought you got mad (...)", I had a feeling that Luffy might have even think Zoro could become a danger to others and was ready to just.. contain him. He heard about him as a demon pirate hunter - of course, those where a lot of talking from the Marine's side of the story perpetuating the myth of him, Zoro never called himself that and Luffy knows it, but part of me thinks maybe Luffy wouldn't care about that - he just wanted Zoro on his crew no matter what, and would deal with the consequences after that. Like in Whiskey Peak.

But what's even more interesting is, since this fight, they began to understand how they work separately.

I kind of like that they don't come back or talk more about this fight, because once it's done, they're past that. But both take it as a learning experience, Luffy still has a long journey to go as a captain, and I feel with knowing what Zoro does without saying, Luffy began finding the footing as captain with putting this specific trust in Zoro - learning he can fully depend on him to protect their crew when something would be amiss, when some danger would be nearby.

And that despite the sudden fight, the bad communication and the immediate resolve, Zoro sees another most important part of Luffy's character - how far he would go to help someone who offered him food or helped Luffy and his crew. And this knowledge has helped Zoro many times since this arc, in situation where the rest of the crew might not understand Luffy's thinking, Zoro's usually the first one who does understand.

On Jaya, that trust takes the main role when Luffy orders Zoro not to fight Bellamy's crew:

Later on Skypiea Luffy says it out loud how much he trusts Zoro to protect the rest of the crew:

It goes on each arc more and more, subtle but with that trust between them deepening.

With Zoro letting Luffy know being their captain is hard but he cannot falter,

in Post Enies Lobby it's Zoro telling him what rules need to be followed, otherwise the crew would fall apart,

It feels since that Whiskey Peak fight, Zoro really took it onto himself to protect the crew without having to say so, and Luffy understood that's what he does. It's Zoro's instinct to do that - Skypiea protecting Robin and Chopper, Thriller Bark - protecting Brook, saving Sanji and of course Luffy from Kuma. On Punk Hazard, while Luffy is against Ceasar, Zoro fights Monet so Nami and Robin could get away. On Dressrosa his final fight against Pica is to protect Usopp and Kinemon.

I also like this bit on Zou, where Zoro doesn't enjoy the Minks' attention on him, and Luffy reprimands him that it's rude to talk back to someone who's hosting a feast for them. Again, kind of a callback to Whiskey Peak, ch. 807

And then there's whole Wano, with Zoro protecting Tama, Otoko and Yasuie, Hiyori, and it gets very personal when they're hurt.

During Onigashima Raid he keeps reminding Luffy that he would go with him up to the rooftop to fight Kaido, because this time the enemies are too dangerous and he needs to protect Luffy as well. And they both protect each other there:

Conclusion: I love the Whiskey Peak fight now, because it brings up many small details that are so important over the span of many arcs later, slowly showing just how different these two are built and how much trust they learnt to put in the other.

bonus:

On their way to Enies Lobby on the train, this scene looks very similar to their Whiskey Peak fight, except this time they're intentionally using their strengths together against the Aqua Laguna.

Whiskey peak, ch. 112

Water Seven, ch. 367

[solereflection]

i’ve been thinking a lot about the order in which the beast cookies might have corrupted, and the best possible explanation might be from the teaser:

the order goes from burning spice, silent salt, mystic flour, eternal sugar, and then to shadow milk as the last one;

the voice from the teaser mentioned them corrupting one by one as they were being shown and that pretty much sums up the theory so i’ll just type out my thoughts how it could have looked like for each of them!!

burning spice: we already know how he corrupted, the never ending cycle of change; even if technically constantly changing, never actually really changed at all to him. he witnessed countless civilizations and kingdoms rise and fall (probably many of his own, as his voiceline suggests) as well as life on earthbread. it made him so bored he desperately wanted it to end & to no longer have to endure all this over and over, corrupting in the process like we saw in the story. destruction becoming the thing that makes him feel alive after all this time, consuming him entirely. him being the first one in line is very likely, as boredom is a really tiring feeling and often we search in desperation for something to do while feeling it. i feel like he would be almost impossible to redeem if not completely, destruction is all he thinks about and it would be pointless to even try

silent salt: them resembling the virtue of solidarity, i assume their role was to spread unity and make bonds flourish through earthbread. They mended any conflicts that would arise, helped resolve wars, were teaching cookies how to work together in order to achieve something. of course not even a being with power like that would have infinite patience and they too grew tired of how much their help was needed everywhere for there to exist peace between cookies. they might have heard about burning spice, and realised they can just defy the orders of witches and so they did; how to step out of a situation?? Be silent. They completely abandoned their position as the mediator and just watched all peace and unity made so far fall, while completely silent and not taking a part in any of this.

mystic flour: we also know how she corrupted from the story: in the past granting the wishes of cookies that would ask her of anything they wanted to get, her putting their needs above hers at all times. her volition making all of this happen, while never expecting anything of the cookies; their volition grew stronger because of that. she became overwhelmed by the amount of requests she was constantly getting, and wrapped herself in a cocoon to focus on her powers and be able to grant every cookies wish. someone spread a rumor her cocoon was filled with treasures, and because of that many tried attacking it.

i noticed some of the community likes the theory that burning spice might have something to do with it because of the dialogue on this photo;

continuing, the world she saw from the cocoon was “far from pure” and thats how her volition turned to apathy. She grew completely apathetic towards anything, because she believes it will all return to what it came from in the first place, and tried turning every cookie into flour believing she is doing the right thing.

eternal sugar: she posessed the virtue of happiness, which makes me think she was responsible for spreading happiness and positive feelings through earthbread, like a people pleaser; she tried her best to make every cookie happy sacrificing her own feelings in the process. her land is the forgotten sugar paradise which most likely was supposed to represent heaven on earth, where every cookie is happy and everyone always has their needs fulfilled, being forever satisfied. she felt like her purpose was to make others happy, but no one thought about her the whole time. She started succumbing to sloth more and more becoming tired of being the one to spread all the happiness, stopped taking care of the paradise making everyone leave it (and thats where the name might be coming from) she became the cookie of sloth, from my personal headcannons i see her sleeping most of the time and not doing much while being awake.

shadow milk: representing the virtue of knowledge he was the one responsible for spreading knowledge, information and clarity through the land. almost makes me wonder how he got the knowledge in the first place if he was among the first five cookies to be baked, the witches probably gave him all he needed to fulfill his mission in the start to make it easier (he would need to gain knowledge through experience otherwise) he posessed all knowledge and was the one everyone visited for information & advice since he would know what to do. the blueberry yogurt academy is really similar to his overall design and aesthetic , and i really hope he’s the founder of the academy and we’ll get loredrops in the upcoming anniversary update,,

one asset thats recently coming around everywhere has a tree with one apple on it is very likely a bible referrence (the forbidden fruit) forbidden knowledge was the thing that made him snap - (and all of his friends becoming corrupted & destroying eartbread in the meanwhile) having to deal with the fact his friends are no longer the cookies they were before, and having a grasp on knowledge he wasnt supposed to obtain in the first place made him the cookie of deceit.

he twists true information into lies to mess with the thoughts of others, and remains as their leader

also its my first post!! i really wanted to post my ramblings on here in case someone would like to read about that so i hope this gets received well ^_^ if so i’ll post even more,,

[sidewalk-cracks]

In the wake of hearing that DC is making a Dick Grayson and Jason Todd movie and that they're supposedly gonna be screwing up Dick and Jason's backstories, I started thinking about what kind of Nightwing & Red Hood movie I would want to see, in addition to what kind of batfam movies in general I would want to see. I offer for consideration:

Nightwing and Red Hood: Last Defenders. While on patrol, Nightwing stumbles upon the hints of a truly diabolical plot taking shape to topple not just Gotham, but possibly the entire planet while the majority of Earth's heroes are presently indisposed, including most of the batfam. Batman and most of the JL are off world, the Titans are tied up, even Alfred's away, etc- leaving Nightwing and Red Hood as the only two people left to defend Gotham. This is set in a world sometime after UtRH; Jason's identity has been revealed, and he has an uneasy truce settled with the Bats ("you don't bother me, I don't bother you"). The movie follows them through their journey as Dick tries to convince Jason to work with him, they narrowly escape lots of explosions, and argue about Dick's failings as a brother and everything Jason has done since coming back. It all culminates in an epic 2v1 battle with the Big Bad and resolves with them saving the day and coming to an emotional understanding- a hopeful ending, looking towards a future in which Jason might be able to improve his standing with the Bats. BONUS END CREDITS SCENE: Bruce arrives home to a quiet manor. He goes to the kitchen and makes some tea. Goes to the den, and draws up short in the doorway. Dick and Jason are sprawled across the couch, half on top of each other, dead asleep. The credits of a movie are scrolling on the TV. Bruce buffers for a moment, before smiling and deftly whipping out his phone and snapping several pictures. Then he turns off the TV, drapes a blanket over them, and kisses both of them on the forehead.

The Waynes in: Mission Impossible. Bruce and his sons must attend the fancy gala of Evil Rich Man, and foil his diabolical supervillain plot while undercover as the Wayne family. Ideally, without ruining the gala. (Spoiler: they ruin the gala). This is firmly an action comedy, with maybe some sprinkles of family angst thrown in. Otherwise, though, this movie includes a gratuitous amount of puns, the Wayne Men in really sharp tuxes, Jason blowing up several things, Tim and Bruce holding the only braincells in the operation, Jason losing his suit jacket and tie 5 minutes into the gala, and Bruce being Tired. At a later point in the mission they need a distraction, and without hesitation Damian whips around and punches Tim in the face. They proceed to have a very loud and explosive fistfight. Tim YEETS Damian into the dessert table. Bruce groans into his hands.

The Battle of Wayne Manor. Dick, Jason, and Alfred are the only ones home to defend the Manor against a dangerous team of superhuman home invaders, Home Alone style. As soon as the three of them are aware of the situation, Alfred marches over to a panel in the wall, opens up a secret compartment, and pulls out an AK-47. "I have not spent three-fourths of my life at this Manor for a group of brutish, arrogant thugs to think they can just waltz in and lay claim to the place. As you like to say, Master Jason- let's light em up, boys." This can be a serious film or another action comedy. It's pretty much just Home Alone with some guns thrown in. They blind the invaders with several disgustingly bright glitter bombs and then Alfred whips out from behind a corner with his rifle, they've got booby traps on all the staircases, Jason's throwing pies at people, etc. The most important detail is that they successfully defend their home as civilians. No use of vigilante skills whatsoever. The news are baffled and the boys cheekily only comment that Home Alone is a cherished childhood film in their household. This plot could be edited to include Tim, Damian, and even Bruce as well, I just initially thought of it as just Dick, Jason, and Alfred.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

What if Earthspark Optimus and Megatron were sent to the Prime universe?

How do both factions react to the pair being allies and TES Megatron having abandoned the Decepticons?

-TFP Optimus is happy to see that at least one version of Megatron and himself managed to overcome their differences and became friends. He not so secretly hopes that maybe this will inspire his own Megatron to do the same.

-Yeah, no, Ratchet doesn't buy it. He's long since given up on Megatron and while this other version does seem to have turned his life around, that doesn't mean that Ratchet trusts him one bit. Reluctantly tolerates his presence, only because Optimus (both of them).

-Bumblebee is understandably wary at first, distrustful of this mech that is so similar to the one that took away his ability to speak. But after some time, personally witnessing how different this version of Megatron is, he ultimately decides to give him a chance and trust him. Treats him with kindness but there's still some tension between them.

-Surprisingly, Bulkhead accepts it faster than you'd expect it. Look, he doesn't really understand this whole 'alternative dimension' thing but this is clearly not the Megatron that they know. Yeah, there's a sense of distrust and unease but Bulkhead won't actively try to antagonize this other version of Megatron.

-Arcee doesn't trust this Megatron. He might have turned over a new leaf but that doesn't mean that his past is forgiven. And if he was anything like their own Megatron then he's got a lot of things to make up for. Keep a close eye on him, just in case.

-TFP Megatron detests this version of himself. He could never even imagine abandoning the decepticons, the army and legacy that he's created. This version of himself is weak, pathetic and a coward and it's his duty to kill him. In the deepest part of his mind, Megatron can't help but wonder if this will one day be his own fate.

-There are some mixed feelings for Starscream. One on hand, if Megatron were to abandon the decepticons then it would serve as the perfect opportunity for himself to take the place as leader. Surely his own alternate dimension counterpart have already done just that. But at the same time, there's this anger and disgust that wells up inside of him when he thinks about it for too long. Because how dare he? After everything they've done for him, after everything Starscream has done? To just give up and cast them aside? Like all those sacrifices meant nothing to him? It leaves Starscream with a bitter taste in his mouth and a feeling of resentment towards Earthspark Megatron.

-Soundwave have never considered the possibility of Megatron abandoning the decepticons. It's always seemed impossible, crazy even. He knows Megatron better than anyone else, knows his conviction, his resolve and unbreakable will. Yet this version of Megatron forces him to consider it. It's a thought that leaves him feeling confused, devastated, furious. So many emotions that he has no idea how to handle. So, he pushes them aside, buries them in the deepest parts of his processor and locks away. Soundwave can't allow himself to start doubting, not now, not ever.

-Now, Knockout have never considered himself to be the picture of a loyal decepticon but the mere thought of Megatron, even alternative version of him, abandoning the decepticons and allying with Optimus Prime, is very amusing and slightly gratifying to him. He's always had the backup plan of defecting to the autobots if his situation with the decepticons ever took a bad turn so this makes him feel better. Of course, he would never tell anyone this.

-More than anything, Breakdown is confused. Why would Megatron abandon them? He doesn't know the situation in this alternative dimension but still, this mech was still the leader of the decepticons. What made him lose faith? What happened that made him decide that it wasn't worth fighting anymore? These questions make Breakdown feel doubtful and causes him to look at their own world's Megatron a bit differently, with some hesitation.

-Honestly? Shockwave couldn't give less of a fuck about these questions of loyalty and betrayal. Nah, he's much more interested in this alternative dimension that the two bots came from. Imagine the data, the knowledge he would possess if he managed to figure out the science between cross-dimensional travel.

-Dreadwing remains adamant in his belief in the decepticons and lord Megatron. He refuses to look at this copy of his lord and compare them to each other. They are clearly two very different bots and should not be confused as one and the same. As for the fact that this mech abandoned the decepticons? It is treachery of the highest degree and is deserving of death.

-Airachnid sees this as an opportunity to seed some chaos among both the autobots and the decepticons. She whispers words of doubt to both sides, things that will make them falter and turn them into easier targets. When everyone else are fumbling for answers it will be so much easier for her to come out on top.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas it's career advice anon

one of my best friends kind of immediately clocked onto the fact that i was career advice anon and called me out on it and we talked about the whole thing and she's insanely supportive so yeah that's helped a lot

i've decided to go into law. there are some technicalities that still need to be resolved which can only be done when the time comes so i'm not too worried about those but since i'll be an international student who did my master's in the US, it'll be harder to get into big law firms as a mainstream associate instead of an international role because they'd prefer students with a JD which would be insanely costly for me to get and my parents wouldn't support that idea either so it kinda feels like i'm stuck between a rock and a hard place yk? i mean, it's not impossible, just extremely competitive because they hire fewer LLMs as mainstream associates than they hire JD holders and if i'm doing better than everyone else, i might still stand a chance and i fully intend to do that but i kinda worry that there are going to be people in the same situation as me but doing better (which might very well be the case), in which case my future looks kinda extremely uncertain when it comes to what my main goal is.

i haven't told my parents yet but i'll need to soon because my country's universities have entrance tests depending on what field we want to work in and i need to start preparing for the one for law as well as take up the necessary subjects in eleventh and twelfth grade. it's just kinda a big shift yk and i'm not entirely sure how my parents will take it since they're both in stem and stem oriented people. like, they won't be unsupportive, but jokes have been made before about how my grades in humanities were better than those in science. not to mention, i'll be doing exactly what my subtly misogynistic grandparents want me to do by dropping out of stem and i don't really want to give them that satisfaction but at the same time, i'm done with stem.

sorry for ranting, hope you're having a good day

Hi!

Honestly, I think it's important for you to remember that you're doing what YOU want. And for real, if your parents are disappointed that you want to do into LAW? that's really fucked because like...lawyers are very smart and can make huge amounts of money! They should be super proud that you have such goals. Fuck anyone who judges you, and remember that youre trying to do something for yourself.

I'm proud of you for doing some soul searching and realizing that this is what you want. Im sending you all the luck!

[wishcamper]

meditation on motivations at the beginning of acosf

Nesta: Nesta wants relief. Nesta wants catharsis. She looks for spaces to unspool and unmask from all the suffocating expectations or her past life and her current one. She doesn't want to slide into acceptance of all that's happened, she wants to scream without being scolded. Nesta wants to be a grown woman who can explode as loudly as she’s like. She’s told from birth that her emotions are wrong or too big or inconvenient or embarrassing or inconsequential and just wants everyone to fuck off because it’s the only way to feel however the hell she wants. Nesta wants license to accomplish absolutely nothing with her life. Nesta wants to resist the system by sitting fucking still, refusing to play the game. Nesta is a conscientious objector to life and love.

Cassian: Cassian wants clarity. Cassian wants information to know how he is existing in this system of his family and what the expectations are. He reads people’s cues to determine what they want from him, because this is how he stays safe. He exherts control heads off conflicts because this is how he keeps his family safe. He needs everyone to be okay, because that's the only time he can rest. Cassian wars with his anxiety and it often gets the best of him, which embarrasses him. Instead he hides his anxiety and doesn’t realize the distance it creates between himself and his friends. Anxiety is a tool of control but also of protection. When he can make peace with his worries, it gives his friends space to be vulnerable, too. It also makes him feel less alone. He finds this in pockets with Nesta, because she is very clear that she doesn't need him.

Azriel: Azriel wants punishment. Azriel wants atonement. He tortures and kills because he believes he has to keep people safe from bad stuff like him. That violence is the only way toward peace. His sense of justice is veeeery black and white - bad people have bad intentions and good people have good intentions. He sees himself, unequivocally, as a bad, which creates cognitive dissonance as he tries to do good. he resolves this by dooing very bad things on behalf of who he believes are good people. He works to atone for his nature despite believing it can never change. Azriel wants to be left alone with his contradictions. He funnels his normal needs into a desire for love, which gives him a convenient avenue for denying his needs altogether. But unmet needs fester, and Azriel is bitter. Bitterness is a shield.

Feyre: Feyre wants peace. Feyre wants harmony, and she will fight to get it. Feyre is good at making the best of any situation. She was born learning to adapt, and while that makes her easy to take advantage of and have a large tolerance for suffering, it also makes her resilient! It’s a tradeoff. Feyre wants everyone to get along. Feyre wants everyone to be well. Feyre takes it as a personal failure when someone she loves is struggling, much like Cassian. Feyre wants to be trusting and connected.

Rhysand: Rhys wants security. Rhys wants Feyre. Rhys recognizes that feyre is so young, and is afraid he’s stolen her youth and her life from her. He is also terrified of losing a loved one because he might lose control of his power and become destructive. But instead of focusing more on controlling his power like he tells Nesta to do, he displaces his anxiety by trying to create a world where that could never happen (impossible). Rhys wants people to do their best. That’s why he loves Feyre- Feyre always does her best. Rhys has muscled through so much hardship it feels threatening when someone suggests you can simply live in your despair for a while. That healing is not linear nor accomplished through pure hard work and determination. Rhys is a bootstrapper. He attaches to bootstrappy people. People who are not like this confuse him. And when he is confused it usually turns to angry.

Mor: Mor wants autonomy. Mor wants final say over who she is and what she does and how other people treat her and how they fit into her life. Mor is very invested in things around her being predictable so she can act unpredictably within them. Mor wants a safe container to rebel inside. Mor both wants to be told what to do and be allowed to do whatever the hell she wants. Mor wants everyone to care about her in exactly she way she wants them to. Mor has a father wound (the kinder name for "daddy issues") and the internalized sexism to go with it. it's not her fault, but it is affecting others.

Amren: I don’t know what Amren wants. I don’t know if Amren knows what Amren wants. She floats from pleasure to pleasure and denies herself nothing. She is very invested in Rhys for reasons that seem to have ulterior motives. There is a long game being played so it’s tricky to know what is an act and what is sheer mind numbing boredom. Probably both.

[prettysweetprettysweet]

it's so befuddling when ppl get pressed about other people finding a lot of joy in a piece of media. first of all, when it comes to enjoyment you're always gonna lose in some way if you go into it intent on comparing and contrasting it to other pieces of media as your primary objective. if you found Cherry Magic seriously lacking in ways that matter to you, that's valid, but also don't try and dismiss people who list aspects you don't like as reasons they love it because that perspective is valid as well.

i know, for example, that CM would not work for my roommate because there isn't a lot of critical conflict and her attention thrives on juicy drama. for me, the absence of that is why i love it so much - with OCD and anxiety playing a role, I struggle to make it through a lot of media and usually don't succeed if it's not mind-blowingly captivating and impossible to separate from (which usually only ever happens if it's significantly relevant to me and my experiences [and significantly gay]). that's why a lot of stuff I watch, like Cherry Magic, serves more to wash over me like a calming wave. i love the neverending stream of love and all the attempts at productive and empathetic communication. i love how the actors portray that love. i love the exciting localization to a place i'm deeply interested in. i LOVE the pacing, which is slower/calmer. that makes it perfect for me to enjoy the media in whole episodes bc it doesn't demand steadfast attention or hyper awareness. that sort of pacing might even allow me to be completely invested from start to finish because it takes the pressure off.

more often than not, i don't want to agonize over tragic missed opportunities, unrealistically bad communication, and frustrating character flaws. i know a lot of people would respond with 'but then what's the point?' the point for me is that i want to see situations resolve how I would probably resolve them in my own life. effective communication is very important to me and one of the things I'm best at. i love seeing it in others. it makes me feel so good! and when it comes to CM, i love that it's all slightly tinged with a hint of madness, simply by the nature of Karan's intense love and devotion, in equal measure with Achi's near-instantaneous instinct to receive it all like a river carrying him on a direct route straight to all of life's most memorable and significant experiences. and of course the general idea of 'put that boy in situations.' i love the characters and i love seeing them respond to their environments and to each other. that's vapid to some but for me its my primary framework for joy/deep enjoyment of media given how my brain works.

[glatisant-questing]

Hakuouki Drama CD: An Unexpected Prospective Recruit (Translation, Part 4)

See Part 3 here.

Hijikata: So, it's not about approving your entry. There are various complicated relationships at play, and it's impossible to let you join now. Iba: So, what should I do? Just stand by and watch her grow closer to someone else? Hijikata: We'll keep a close eye on that matter; you don't need to worry. Iba: I'm also concerned about the other soldiers taking care of her. Yamazaki: Speaking of which, Okita-san always says some harsh things 🧐, like wanting to kill her and such… Iba: We can't let this situation continue! Hijikata: We've already warned him about this, but you know, he's not the kind to follow orders. Iba: Indeed, he's not someone who listens to advice. But the problem hasn't been resolved yet. If I were in Toshi-san's position, I'd have Okita's room arranged as far away from hers as possible, absolutely preventing them from interacting. Yamazaki: I've always thought Okita-san's behavior was over the top. I've even considered setting traps in his room, but perhaps it's better to arrange Okita-san's room farther away. Iba: Yamazaki, can you help? Yamazaki: Okita-san's behavior has always struck me as excessive. Hijikata: Hey, Yamazaki, don't get carried away by Hachiro. Yamazaki: Uh, my apologies. Iba: Besides, recently, it's not just within the Shinsengumi, even outside folks from Satsuma-han and Tosa-han seem to have taken an interest in her. What's the deal with that? Hijikata: No, well… Where did you hear that from? Iba: It doesn't really matter where I heard it from, does it? Information flows from various sources, and we can't expect to keep everyone's lips sealed. Yamazaki: When it comes to information about Yukimura-kun, our observational intelligence network might be more potent than other sources. Hijikata: Hey, Yamazaki, what's got you all philosophical here? Come on, talk some sense into Hachiro and make him give up on joining us. Yamazaki: Sorry, I didn't mean to… Iba-san, please calm down. Just as the Vice-Commander said, we'll do everything to protect Yukimura-kun. You don't have to worry. Iba: I heard that you, Yamazaki, are well-acquainted with Dr. Matsumoto Yoshinori and often engage in conversations with Yukimura-kun about medical matters. I guess you wouldn't be feeling anxious and worried like me. Yamazaki: I'm not quite sure what you mean, but… Iba: Probably when you go out to buy medicine, you find various reasons to take her with you, and later you express your daily gratitude. Then, on the way back, you might take her to a tea house, and when you're preparing medicines, you'd hold her hand under the guise of teaching her, and then… 🥺 Yamazaki: None of that has ever happened. Iba-san, how do you really see me? Hijikata: Oh, really? You often go out together for things like buying supplies, right? Yamazaki: Vice-Commander! Please don't add fuel to the fire! Ultimately, the one who spends the most time with Yukimura should be the Vice-Commander! Iba-san should be more concerned about the Vice-Commander, because it is he who always makes Yukimura very nervous, right? Hijikata: Hey, don't point fingers at me 😡. I never kept Yukimura around as such an object of interest. Iba: Is that so, Toshi-san? Hijikata: Of course it's true! I set clear boundaries for my roles. Yamazaki: But you often have her make tea for you. That's also quite enviable. Hijikata: I said enough with the prying! Iba: Well, even if it's Toshi-san, I still don't want to hand her over to someone else. Please, let me become a Shinsengumi member! 🙏

(The end.)

[houseoffourcats]

What Do You Need to Know Right Now? Pick a Pile and Find Out!

20 July 2023

CW: Illustrated nudity

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Pile One

The Wheel of Fortune - III of Cups - III of Wands

With a wheel at the center of the Major Arcana card and two Threes to symbolize momentum, as well as the dancers in the III of Cups, this reading is ultimately about movement and change. With all three cards right side up, it's all good news right now!

Things will unexpectedly start to go quite well for you in all areas of your life, as symbolized by the four elements represented in this card. You'll find yourself passionate and filled with new ideas, while also having happiness and stability. Your friends and family will be proud of and excited for you, and will be there to share the good times with you. The real adventure starts after the celebrations, though. You'll be ready to put your ideas into action or follow through on what you've started. The III of Cups suggests that other people may be joining you. This could be a romantic partner building a healthy relationship with you, other people helping in a charitable or mutual aid effort, or collaborators in a creative project.

What you set off to do might not be what happens, though. The figure in the Wheel of Fortune is blindfolded, after all, and things can change very suddenly. The adventurer in the III of Wands thinks that they can see what's on the other shore, but it's at a distance, so he can only guess at the full details of things over there. Be prepared for things to change, but don't be let down if they do. Even if your luck changes periodically, you still have people who love and respect you there as support, and your goal won't be so far away for some complications to make it impossible.

Pile Two

VII of Swords - VII of Cups (Reversed) - VIII of Swords

With two Sevens and consecutive Swords cards that visually follow from one another, this is a fascinating spread. Sevens are about discernment and evaluation of one's situation. The suits, meanwhile, seem to show a tension between thoughts and emotions, and warn of the possible consequences of them not playing well together.

the VII of Swords can mean deception, but its imagery suggests that it could be about strategy as well as removing the source of a conflict. Its deceptive meaning could speak to taking action without the knowledge or consent of everyone involved. The VII of Cups reversed, meanwhile, is literally the central card here, getting the figure carrying swords away into the forest in the VII of Swords bound to a tree and left with even more swords in the VIII. While the upright VII of Cups can refer to too much imagination at the expense of the reality of the situation, the reversed VII can signal a false sense of "realism" that leads a person to shut their eyes to new possibilities. They have fears that prevent them from even considering them, but are keeping them in. The VIII here represents being stuck, or stymied, and having more problems than you started out with.

You're in the early stages of trying to resolve a problem, especially one between people. The conflict may involve you, such as between you and a partner, but it could just as easily be about problems that come up as part of work or between people you know. However, someone else thinks this move is too risky or outright pointless and won't (let you) give it a shot, regardless of how well thought out it is. Rather than solving the problem, your going forward with your idea without everyone being on board may lead to someone lashing out or retaliating against you. This doesn't mean the idea is bad. Still, you have to handle this situation carefully and diplomatically to avoid this outcome. Figure out what makes them afraid about your idea, and maybe change your messaging to address that fear. You've already shown yourself to be resourceful; you can find a way through of this!

Pile Three

The Chariot (Reversed) - Page of Swords (Reversed) - King of Swords (Reversed)

We have three reversed cards here - not necessarily a guaranteed bad outcome, but a warning. While we have a Major Arcana card at the beginning that's "driving" the rest of the spread, the most interesting thing about this spread is that we have two court cards from the same suit - one a page (apprentice) and one a king (master). These could represent two separate people, but they may also show a possible progression within yourself.

A common theme between all three of these cards are that the figures in them are holding sharp objects - a spear in the Chariot, and swords in the two court cards. If you aren’t careful with them, you can do a lot of unintentional harm. The Chariot is a powerful card that represents control and direction, so in reverse it can mean that, even if you still have power, you won't know what to do with it or how to use it responsibly. The Page of Swords, meanwhile, has dropped his wooden practice sword as well as his shield in favor of a metal sword, which he is polishing for use. Because this is the Swords suit, the reverse of this means that you may take on a faulty understanding of the situation, and lack the self-awareness to know you need to handle it differently. Without developing a new framework, you risk becoming the reversed King of Swords, using whatever power you have in a destructive way while being convinced you're in the right.

Chaos and crisis can have a significant of impact on your view of the world, but the resulting framework may be as extreme as the situation that gave rise to it. You may also cling particularly tightly to the beliefs you developed then as a way of keeping yourself safe. These ideas can unfortunately include biases and other worldviews that can be used as justifications to hurt other people, even on a small, interpersonal scale. Have the humility to regularly examine your beliefs and find out where they're coming from as you rise up in the world, so you can use your influence in a way that helps your children, employees, or other people who depend on and look up to you. Even if all you do is pass on what you learned to them, it will have an impact on the world around you, good or bad.

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[anaalnathrakhs]

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heeehee hooohoho nothing has weight, sense, or value anymore. everything is everybody's fault. no one can be blamed for anything. sorry for being an asshole i'm just going to fucking kill myself.

i asked my mom if she remembered if we set up an account for me to check an info, she said she didn't know, i said okay thanks, don't do anything about it though.

this afternoon, while i'm sleeping, i get a text that goes like "okay so you do this and this and this on the website!" and i haul my ass out of bed to do it before the cutoff time this evening, and it leads me to the exact same problem of needing an account. so. my mom could take the time to search for a way to resolve a problem she THOUGHT i had. despite me telling her explicitely, bc i'm starting to get used to it, not to do anything about it and it was just a question. but then she didn't click through the thing to check. bc she just googled it and sent me what she read. after telling me "noooo, no need to check" when i had asked her. she said it "went over her head" that i had said EXPLICITELY "please don't do anything about it".

i have no fucking idea what to think. i'm making a mountain out of a molehill, yes, and my own fault for even mentioning the topic, yes. but on the other hand, why the fuck is such a simple thing impossible? we've had so many discussions about what i'm uncomfortable with, and there's many things that didn't change, which i understand, because i'm not a toddler, i have complex needs but also the ability to mitigate and handle discomfort, they have priorities, they have no obligation to uproot their habits for me. but then such a small fucking thing is also too much?????? i ask her one yes/no question, and she invents a problem i didn't have from the situation, halfasses solving it, and brings me the result like yay! mom to the rescue! despite me telling her NOT TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE TOPIC OF THE VERY SIMPLE YES/NO QUESTION. that she had told me to not even bother checking when she answered. we've had discussions about it. i've learned to tell her NOT TO CHECK because for some reason when i say "hey have you seen this thing around?" she hears "go fetch me this thing", and despite that she was still showing up two days later like yay! i found it in the back of the guest room closet where we never go! mom to the rescue! and like, i know you're a workaholic, but could you please not invent yourself fucking quests when i told you to drop it?

and on the other other hand, i'm a fucking hypocrite, because it's true she does tell me often not to do something, and i slide the problem a little to the left and carry on. but i don't fucking know. she said that like, well, you know what i'm talking about. purging in the toilets. I HAVENT ASKED YOU TO CLEAN THEM AND I HAVE DONE MY BEST TO CLEAN THEM AND I WOULD'VE DONE THE PROPER DEEP-CLEAN IF YOU HAD ASKED ME AND ALSO I HAVE A FUCKING RAGING EATING DISORDER THAT AFFECTS ME LIKE PRETTY MUCH 24/7.

and holy fuck. i'm a constant problem for everybody around me. it's cool. how am i supposed to "get better progressively" when everything i do is fucking poison damage to everybody around. how am i supposed to accept being around people often, when this is not a harsh pass or a difficult time, it's just what life's been for my entire existence.

like trust me mom, i'm counting the days til i can move out too! but am i. im possibly planning to get a year of higher education in my hometown, after all. but also i might have to drop out of school so 🥴 possibly a step towards leaving, possibly a step towards living in my parents basement until they die out and i inherit the house. fucking fantastic. i should just cut it short and either have the balls to kill myself, or drop out and get the best job i can with what i have.

it's cool! i thought i was doing good, doing better, improving, but turns out haha me doing better is just at the expense of other people! how silly of me to believe i could perhaps not be a source of suffering to everybody around me if i worked hard on it! everybody in my life fucking hates me and they're right tbh what the fuck have i done for them. i mean i tried, but have i succeeded?

ANYWAY i have until monday to figure out what i'm going to do. does anyone have a movie rec for someone killing some stand-in for the unfeeling standardize reglementation, cuz i need some catharsis rn.

[fishyourbellyout]

Relieving the Prince's Needs (Rayla x Azymondias)

By the time Rayla finished readying her weapons and packing everything she thought might be useful for tomorrow's journey to Storm Spire, everyone else in the group was already asleep in their bedrolls. She found the silence of their makeshift hideout surprising—until she remembered how early the non-moon elves turned in each night, which made her chuckle quietly to herself.

They’ll need all the rest they can get, she mused. I’ve still got some energy left—might as well check on Azy, then maybe squeeze in a little reading.

Azymondias disliked sleeping in confined spaces, so he’d chosen a small grove nestled within a hollow tree near the others, its top open to the sky. When she found him, he lay curled on a soft bed of leaves, bathed in moonlight streaming through the opening above. Maybe that’s why he’d picked this spot—perhaps the gentle light made him feel like she was watching over him from afar, a silent guardian in the night.

The thought brought a smile to Rayla’s face as she approached. The little guy was completely tuckered out, lying on his back with his snout pointed skyward, softly snoring. She decided it was best not to disturb him—

“…Oh?”

She’d intended to slip away quietly, careful not to wake him by stepping on a stray leaf or twig. But just as she was about to turn, her eyes caught on something she hadn’t noticed before—a large, red, and oddly rigid shape on Azy’s body. It was… pulsing, visibly throbbing.

A deep flush spread across Rayla’s cheeks as she realized what she was seeing. She froze, unsure whether to look away or move at all, her gaze unwillingly fixed on the… well, on that. It was far larger than anything she would have expected—not that she’d ever really given it much thought. After all, Azymondias was still a very young dragon. She’d heard rumors about the fierce stamina and intensity of dragons in mating, but she hadn’t imagined they’d develop this early.

Rayla's breath hitched as her gaze lingered on Azy. The young dragon’s body had matured significantly, and the evidence was striking. His penis, fully erect during what must have been a vivid dream—possibly his first wet dream—stood proud and imposing. It was impossibly long, stretching up toward his chest, with a girth that matched the thickness of her own arm. The flared, ribbed tip gave it an almost intimidating allure, leaving Rayla flushed and flustered as unbidden thoughts crept into her mind, making her cheeks burn even hotter.

This is… Rayla’s thoughts began to blur at the edges, a faint haze creeping into her mind, though she still held firm control over herself. Her rational side fought to take charge, analyzing the situation with growing urgency. This is terrible. Poor Azy… she thought, her heart aching for the young dragon. He’s so far away from other dragons—he must have no idea what’s happening to him. What if he wakes up? What if he’s confused or scared?

The weight of responsibility settled heavily on her shoulders. No, I can’t let that happen. I must do something… I have to… Her inner resolve strengthened, even as the conflicting emotions within her roiled like a storm.

Calling it a crazy idea would’ve been an understatement, but once Rayla set her mind to something, there was no stopping her. Her determination was unwavering, fueled by a potent mix of growing arousal and an instinctive protectiveness for the young dragon. The more she thought about it, the more her conviction solidified—this wasn’t just a good idea; it felt like the right thing to do.

Taking a steadying breath, she stepped forward, her resolve unshaken. With purpose in her stride and a mix of nerves and anticipation stirring within her, Rayla approached Azy, ready to act and confident she could make things better.

It was her duty as one of the dragon prince’s guardians, wasn’t it? The responsibility to guide and support him fell on her shoulders, and she doubted anyone else in their circle would step up for such a delicate matter. The more she thought about it, the more it felt logical—almost natural—for her to take this step. Helping Azy understand his body, sparing him the confusion and fear that might otherwise overwhelm him, was an act of care and trust. It wasn’t just a task; it was what any good friend—any true guardian—would do.

“It’s okay, little one,” she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she closed the distance to where Azy lay peacefully asleep. Gently, she straddled his small, slumbering form, her movements careful and deliberate, as though afraid to disturb him. Lowering herself with tender precision, she continued in a soothing tone, “I’ll take care of you. I won’t let your needs go unmet.”

Rayla settled herself carefully atop Azy’s stomach, her weight resting lightly on her knees as she straddled him, her eyes locked on the throbbing length before her. Up close, it was even more impressive—its subtle movements mesmerizing as it twitched back and forth. Her breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, bracing herself for what she was about to do.

Just then, she felt a subtle shift beneath her. Azy stirred, the young dragon rousing from his sleep, his golden eyes blinking open in confusion. As his gaze focused on her, realization dawned, his wide eyes darting to her hands, which were slowly moving toward his massive "thing." His surprise was palpable, and for a moment, neither of them moved, the tension between them thick and unspoken.

Azy let out a small, panicked chirp, his confusion evident as his wide eyes darted between Rayla and his own body. But she remained undeterred, her resolve steady. Turning her head, she glanced back at him with a warm, reassuring smile, her voice calm and soothing.

“Shh, it’s okay,” she said gently, her tone laced with understanding. “I’m just here to help, to relieve you of these new feelings you’re experiencing. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Her smile deepened as she reached out a steady hand. “So just lie back and relax, Azy. Trust me—I’ll take care of everything. I’ll make sure to collect your seed, no matter what!”

Azymondias blinked in confusion, his young mind struggling to piece together the meaning behind Rayla's words. He’d noticed this strange thing happening to his body from time to time—a weird, growing stiffness that was both distracting and uncomfortable. It would throb and ache until it eventually went away on its own, leaving him feeling relieved yet puzzled. He hadn’t told anyone about it, unsure if it was something to be concerned about or just another part of growing up as a dragon.

But Rayla was different. He trusted her completely. She was his guardian, his friend—someone who always looked out for him. She would never hurt him. Whatever she was doing now, it had to be for his own good. At least, that’s what he told himself, even as his confusion lingered. She must know what she’s doing… he thought, his wide eyes searching hers for reassurance.

In that moment, Rayla gently placed her warm, soft hands on Azy's shaft, her delicate touch sending a ripple of heat through him. She wrapped her fingers around the middle of his length, her grip firm yet tender, and began a slow, deliberate motion. Up and down, her hands glided with an almost hypnotic rhythm.

Azy gasped sharply, the sensation igniting a powerful surge of pleasure that raced down his length and spread through his entire body like an electrifying jolt. It was overwhelming, a tingling intensity that made his breath hitch and his muscles tighten. The next slow stroke only deepened the effect, each motion a teasing wave that left him reeling in its wake.

“MghhhhH!”

Rayla’s lips curled into a self-satisfied smile at the guttural, feral sound that escaped Azy—deeper and more primal than anything she’d heard from him before. She could feel it in her chest: she was doing this right, and the realization fueled her confidence. Her touch remained gentle yet deliberate, her soft hands gliding up and down his throbbing shaft, applying just enough pressure to keep him teetering on the edge of bliss.

Her movements were unpracticed but intuitive; she’d never done this with anyone, yet her instincts seemed to guide her perfectly. Azy’s body spoke volumes, and she listened intently. As her hands worked, she noticed the thick, translucent liquid seeping from the tip, slick and warm against her fingers—it had to be his precum.

The more she stroked, the more it coated her hands, sticky yet silky, enhancing every glide. It clung to her fingers, making each motion smoother, more seamless. The added lubrication allowed her to adjust her rhythm, experimenting with firmer strokes and varying speeds, her goal clear: to draw out every sound, every shiver, every ounce of pleasure he had to give.

Deep, guttural groans escaped from Azy's throat, reverberating through the quiet grove as the young dragon was consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before—a heady mix of warmth and electric energy, crashing through him in powerful waves. Each burst of intensity surged from the swollen, twitching length between his legs, sending shocks of pleasure rippling outward every time Rayla's hands caressed or stroked him.

Rayla tilted her head, watching him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Looks like you’re enjoying this,” she teased with a knowing smile, her tone light but full of intention. “Good. This is kind of like mating—a universal thing across species. But dragons? Maybe you're just ahead of the curve, or maybe dragons are just built for this kind of thing early.” She cast a sly glance over her shoulder, punctuating her words with a playful wink.

Her voice dropped just a touch, the hint of seriousness laced with her teasing. “Either way, I’ve got a job to do, don’t I?” She leaned in closer, her hands steady as they moved with purpose. “Time to get that seed out of you…”

Azymondias tilted his head slightly, confusion flickering through the haze of pleasure engulfing him. Seed? What did she mean by that? And why did she need to get it out of him? The words danced just out of reach in his fogged mind, but he couldn’t focus long enough to make sense of them.

What he did know was the growing tension within him, coiling tighter with every stroke of Rayla’s hands. It was an itch he couldn’t quite scratch, an unfamiliar pressure that seemed to demand release. Despite Rayla's steady efforts, the sensation only built, the heat inside him intensifying with each passing moment, spreading through his body and fogging his thoughts like a thick, heady mist.

Azy wanted to speak, to ask her what was happening to him, but the words never came. Instead, his body responded in raw, primal sounds—low, guttural grunts and breathless whines that punctuated each of her touches. He surrendered to the mounting need, his only focus on the relentless pleasure Rayla drew out of him, even as the unanswered questions churned in the back of his mind.

Even through the haze of unfamiliar sensations, Azy trusted Rayla completely. There was a comfort in her confidence, in the way she seemed to understand what was happening to him when he didn’t. The fact that she was willing to help, to guide him through this strange, overwhelming experience, filled him with gratitude. If she said this was necessary to ease the tight, pent-up feeling inside him, he believed her without hesitation.

And, gods, it felt incredible. His breath had quickened, coming out in shallow pants he hadn’t even noticed, and his length throbbed with a need that grew stronger with each of her touches. Rayla’s soft hands moved with purpose, her eager fingers gliding over him with an expertise that belied her lack of experience. The pleasure she built within him was mounting fast, a heat coiling low and tight in his body, ready to erupt.

“Wow, Azy,” Rayla murmured, almost to herself, her voice laced with admiration and a hint of awe. Her eyes flickered over his impressive size, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You’d put most men to shame with this thing.” She licked her lips, her gaze flicking up to meet his briefly before she leaned in closer. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, the words slipping out before she could stop them. “Smells really good, too. I wonder if…”

She trailed off, the unspoken thought lingering in the air as her hands continued their steady, deliberate motion.

In truth, the potent pheromones radiating from Azymondias' throbbing cock were likely affecting her more than she realized. The primal, heady scent seemed to seep into her senses, making her bolder, her inhibitions melting away in a tide of arousal. It was intoxicating, but she didn’t see it as a bad thing. Quite the opposite—this was her duty, after all, to help relieve him of the intense need coursing through him. If she could enjoy herself in the process, all the better.

A tantalizing idea took root in her mind, growing with each passing moment. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she scooted closer, her eyes fixated on his impressive, twitching length. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his member, letting her body press against the heated flesh.

“Ghwah!”

Azy’s guttural cry echoed through the grove as Rayla fully embraced his throbbing cock with her entire body. The heat of it radiated against her, its steady pulsations syncing with the quickening rhythm of her own heartbeat. Her arms wrapped firmly around his length, her hands moving with care and precision, caressing and rubbing every inch of him. From the swollen, sensitive tip to the massive knot at his base, she left no part of him untouched, her movements a mixture of curiosity and intent.

Yet, even as she worked him over with her hands and body, this wasn’t the full extent of her idea. The sheer warmth of his length pressed against her ignited a similar heat in her own chest, the intimate connection leaving her breathless. But it was the glistening trail of precum oozing from the tip that truly captured her attention. Thick and sticky, it dripped down, shimmering in the dim light, a visible testament to Azy’s growing need.

Rayla’s gaze fixed on the enticing stream, her lips parting slightly as her thoughts took a bold turn. The sight, the scent, the way it slowly trickled down—it was irresistible, stirring something deeper within her. She licked her lips again, her hands continuing their rhythmic strokes as her mind lingered on the temptation right in front of her.

Rayla’s hands were already slick with his precum, the sticky warmth coating her skin as it spread with every motion. But she didn’t care—she was far beyond worrying about such things. Any hesitation or second-guessing had melted away, replaced by a singular focus on the need they were both tangled in.

That’s why she didn’t pause, didn’t think twice, before leaning in closer. With a deliberate motion, she lowered her mouth to the tip of his cock, her lips brushing against the slick, throbbing flesh. The heat of it was almost startling, the hardness pressing firmly against her soft lips, but the sensation sent a thrill down her spine.

She let her kiss linger, savoring the moment, her lips parting slightly to feel more of him. The salty, heady taste of his precum met her tongue, and she felt a deep warmth bloom in her chest. It wasn’t just about relieving him anymore—she wanted this, craved it, the intimacy pulling her in deeper with every passing second.

Azymondias let out a soft, almost innocent sound—a mix of surprise and pleasure—as he felt Rayla's lips press against the sensitive tip of his cock. The warmth of her mouth was a stark contrast to the gentler touch of her hands, sending a bolt of pure sensation coursing through him. Just that simple kiss had him twitching uncontrollably, his length throbbing as fresh beads of clear liquid welled up and dripped lazily down his shaft.

Rayla caught sight of the glistening trail, her gaze following its path as it ran down toward his knot. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips once more, the sight only stoking her desire. Without hesitation, she leaned in closer, letting her instincts take over.

Her tongue darted out and traced a slow, deliberate path along his length, starting where the droplets had pooled and gliding upward. The salty-sweet taste of his precum coated her tongue as she licked, savoring the unique flavor. She didn’t stop until she reached the tip, giving it another soft, lingering kiss before swirling her tongue around it to ensure she didn’t miss a drop.

The reaction she earned—a shuddering gasp and another involuntary twitch—spurred her on, her confidence growing with each sound of pleasure he made.

“Mmwah!” Rayla pulled back after planting another kiss on his tip, her lips glistening as she savored the salty taste lingering there. She ran her tongue over them, her cheeks flushed as a sly smile played on her face. “Mmm, it actually tastes really good… I wouldn’t mind getting a little more.” Her eyes flicked up to meet his, a mix of playfulness and care in her gaze. “Are you feeling good, Azy?”

Azymondias tried to respond, but no words came. His body betrayed him, his throat only managing a faint whimper as his stomach churned with unfamiliar warmth and arousal. The sensations twisting through him were entirely new, a strange, thrilling pressure building deep within. It felt like something inside him was being coiled tighter and tighter, poised to snap—but the release he craved danced just out of reach.

The mix of anticipation and need left him restless, his muscles twitching with anxious energy. Yet, he stayed perfectly still, his trust in Rayla overriding his uncertainty. She seemed to know what she was doing, her touch deliberate and unwavering, and he believed she would guide him through this. Half-lidded eyes watched her intently, her every movement captivating as she worked to ease his tension and bring him to that elusive release.

There was no more hesitation in Rayla’s movements. Her instincts had fully taken over as she leaned in, running her tongue slowly around the sensitive tip of his cock, savoring every drop of the dragon’s precum. The taste was intoxicating, a salty sweetness that made her crave more with each taste. Every time her tongue flicked over him, he twitched in response, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire length.

At the same time, Rayla pressed her body more fully against his, using her curves to rub against him, her chest and hips brushing his throbbing shaft. It was necessary, given how big he was—she had to move her whole body to keep the contact steady, the friction only adding to the electric tension between them. The heat of his skin against hers was thrilling, and the feeling of him pulsing beneath her made her heart race faster.

She was lost in the moment, her body responding eagerly to the way he twitched and jerked beneath her. The combination of his size, his responsiveness, and the addicting taste of his precum made everything feel heightened, more intense. It was like a drug to her, and she found herself craving every moment, every taste, every shudder he gave her. The excitement was undeniable, building for both of them with every second that passed.

Azy was still a young, inexperienced dragon, and the overwhelming sensations were too much for him to endure for long. His breath quickened, turning into ragged pants, his entire body simmering with heat. The pressure inside him was building, that knot in his stomach tightening unbearably, coiling like a spring ready to snap. Each second felt like it was pushing him closer to the edge, his body trembling with the intensity of it all.

The sensation surged through him, rising up in a powerful roar from deep within his chest, vibrating in his throat as the peak of his pleasure loomed closer. His entire body tensed, muscles locking in anticipation, and just as he felt like he might explode, Rayla took him fully into her mouth.

Her lips sealed tightly around the tip of his cock, and with her mouth, she drew him deeper, taking as much as she could, her warm mouth a tight, wet cocoon around him. The sensation was exquisite, pushing him to the edge as he felt her expertly swallow him, her movements steady and insistent. In that moment, with Rayla’s mouth working him, Azy couldn’t hold back anymore—he was thrusting toward release, caught in the powerful tidal wave of pleasure she was drawing from him.

Overcome with a surge of intense sensations, it was as if something inside Azymondias was on the brink of exploding—like fireworks igniting within him. The tension that had been building for so long finally reached its peak, and with a deep, earth-shaking roar, he let go, feeling the knot inside him unravel as the flood of sensation washed over him.

“G-GRRRHAHHHH!”

“A-ahhh!”

Rayla barely had time to process the first surge as it erupted like a geyser, thick and voluminous, flooding her mouth with warmth. The taste was rich, overwhelming her senses as the first spurt reached the back of her throat. Surprised, she instinctively pulled back, gasping softly, just in time to witness the second powerful rope of virile draconic seed shoot skyward, painting her cheek and cascading down to her neck in a molten trail.

The third and fourth followed in quick succession, each accompanied by a twitch so forceful it nearly made her lose her grip on his throbbing shaft. The intensity left her breathless, her chest soon becoming the next canvas for his unrelenting release. Thick, hot splatters coated her skin, their warmth seeping into her and making her shiver.

Rayla couldn't help but smile, captivated by the sheer volume and primal potency of it all. The air grew heavy with his pheromone-laden scent—intoxicating and intense, amplified by the heat of his release. It clung to her skin, saturating the moment with a raw, visceral energy that left her yearning for more.

Rayla shuddered as the taste lingered on her tongue, her lips parting to lick away the thick remnants of his release. The flavor was intoxicating, rich and potent, sending a thrill through her senses. Almost instinctively, she continued, her tongue trailing up and down the length of his shaft, savoring every stray bead of cum that clung to its slick surface. Each pass brought her to the tip, where she paused, swallowing with deliberate care, ensuring his essence coated every corner of her mouth.

Her movements grew almost feverish, like a woman consumed by an insatiable hunger. The sound of her tongue working against his flesh filled the air, a rhythmic, wet melody that only heightened the intensity of the moment. Finally, when the young dragon's cock gleamed clean, glistening with her spit, she drew back, breathing heavily, wiping the drool from her chin with the back of her hand.

She couldn’t help but chuckle at how quickly the little dragon had reached his climax—it was endearing in its own way. He was still young, after all. But with the sheer size and volume he’d managed, Rayla had no doubt he’d grow into quite the impressive stud one day.

“Phew, guess that’s that,” she said with a playful smile, sliding off his lap. “I hope you enjoyed that, Azy! If you ever feel pent-up like that again, you can—”

Her words were abruptly cut off.

As she knelt to steady herself on the floor, preparing to stand, she felt movement behind her. The young dragon’s presence loomed closer, and suddenly, a surprising strength surged through him. Before she could react, Azymondias was on her, his paws pressing firmly against her back.

Her breath hitched as she felt something hot and solid slap against her lower back—a stark contrast to his earlier inexperience. Freezing in place, her eyes darted downward, her mind racing as she realized exactly what was now pressing against her.

“...Ah,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Right. Dragons have much longer mating sessions than humans… and with each round, they get even more…”

Her words trailed off as her gaze drifted to Azymondias. The sight before her spoke volumes. The young dragon was eagerly attempting to mount her, his instincts taking over with raw determination. His cock, now noticeably larger and thicker than before, pressed insistently against her stomach, its velvety heat gliding back and forth in search of satisfaction.

The sheer size was impossible to ignore—the base nestled firmly against her pelvis, while the swollen tip reached tantalizingly between her breasts. The air grew heavy, the intoxicating scent from earlier now overwhelming as his potent pheromones filled the space, radiating an unmistakable primal need that made her breath catch in her throat.

“You poor thing…” Rayla muttered softly, her gaze lingering on Azymondias, who looked so pitifully desperate. “I promised I’d take care of your needs, and I’m going to keep that promise—no matter how long it takes. Just… let me get comfortable for this.”

Though visibly antsy, Azymondias managed to contain his eagerness as Rayla rose to her feet. He watched her intently, his golden eyes following every movement as she began shedding her clothes, piece by piece. The discarded garments formed a small pile on the ground, and when she finally turned to face him, his breath hitched.

Azy’s eyes widened, his gaze sweeping over her exposed form. He’d never truly looked at anyone in this way before, but now… now, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Her body was mesmerizing—the soft, inviting curve of her breasts, the fullness of her hips, and the glistening slit between her legs that seemed to beckon him closer.

Something unfamiliar stirred deep inside him, an unquenchable fire igniting within his chest. It burned hotter with every passing second, replacing his earlier confusion with a singular, instinct-driven desire to act.

"Alright, here I am, Azy. You can do whatever you want with m—Ahhh!”

Rayla’s words turned into a startled gasp as Azymondias lunged at her with an unexpected burst of strength. For such a small creature, his power was overwhelming, and before she could react, he had repositioned her with ease, his paws firmly guiding her body into place.

The transformation was startlingly quick. In moments, Rayla found herself in a precarious yet enticing position—only her forearms and part of her back pressed against the ground, the rest of her body raised as her legs were spread wide. Azy’s paws pushed down on her thighs with surprising force, keeping her open as he angled himself toward her dripping core.

Her chest rose and fell with anticipation, her breasts bouncing slightly as she steadied herself with her forearms and elbows. The young dragon, now perched above her with a fierce determination, lined up his cock with her entrance. The tip kissed her slit, teasing her with its heat before he pushed forward, his movements driven by pure instinct and a desperate need to claim her.

Rayla gasped again, her body tensing in response to his eager thrust, his strength and raw need leaving her breathless as he began to claim her in earnest.

“Hghhhahhhh!”

Their voices melded together, grunts of exertion, pain, and raw pleasure intertwining into a symphony of primal connection. The sensation was unlike anything they had experienced—a potent mix of intensity and delight that left them both craving more.

For Rayla, the moment was overwhelming. Her vision blurred to white as Azymondias drove himself deep inside her, stretching her pussy walls with a force she hadn’t expected from someone so small. Yet, despite the unexpected strength, it wasn’t unwelcome. The sheer size and heat of him sent a shockwave through her body—a blend of sharp pain and unrelenting pleasure that made her head spin.

Her eyes fluttered, rolling back as her mouth fell open, her tongue slipping out in a blissful daze. The trembling in her arms grew stronger, her elbows and forearms shaking under the strain, but she refused to collapse. She braced herself, determined to hold the position, to let Azy savor every second of his newfound dominance for as long as he desired.

For Azymondias, this was beyond anything he could have dreamed. His breath came in ragged pants, his draconic tongue lolling from the side of his maw as his small hips moved instinctively, driving his massive length into Rayla over and over. The sensation was indescribable—the tightness, the searing heat, the way her body seemed to grip him so perfectly. It was nothing like her touch or even her mouth.

It was overwhelming.

The word barely captured the intensity of what he felt. His inexperience made it feel like too much, his mind reeling as he tried to process the tidal wave of sensations. Yet, his breeding instincts screamed that it wasn’t enough—that he needed more, needed to go deeper, harder. The mix of painful tightness and all-consuming heat was intoxicating, pulling him in from every angle.

Driven by instinct and need, Azymondias thrust with everything his small frame could muster, his powerful movements relentless. Her tight snatch stretched around him, molding to his shape in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. Each thrust was rough, desperate, and raw, as he worked to claim her fully, lost to the primal fire surging through his veins.

Perched atop her, his paws gripping her thighs for leverage, Azymondias was oblivious to the full extent of the havoc his draconic manhood was wreaking on Rayla’s body. Facing her back instead of her front, he couldn’t see the way her pussy stretched impossibly around him, or how much of him was still to go. But Rayla saw it all—clear as day, even through the haze of tears brought on by overwhelming pleasure.

Only half of him was inside her, yet the effect was staggering. A visible bulge formed just above her belly button, shifting slightly with each thrust as his tip pressed insistently against her virginal womb. Every time he drove himself deeper, the outline of his cock became more prominent against her stomach, a testament to his sheer size and the incredible stretch he demanded of her body.

“Mgwaah! Ghhhraah!”

Azymondias’s breathy, pleasured moans filled the air, raw and unrestrained. The young dragon’s voice was a mix of panting and guttural cries, each one a declaration of how much he adored being buried inside her. Despite the overwhelming sensation of his size and the rush of blood to her head from being nearly upside down, Rayla found herself smiling.

His noises brought her a deep sense of satisfaction, a warmth that rivaled the heat of their coupling. She couldn’t help herself—her pussy clenched tighter around him, gripping him with a deliberate squeeze as if her body were trying to milk every ounce of pleasure from him. The effort sent shivers down her spine, her own cries mingling with his as she reveled in the raw, primal connection between them.

It worked beautifully. Azymondias shuddered as the vice-like grip of Rayla’s insides enveloped him, the tightness and warmth sending electric jolts through his entire body. The sensation was almost overwhelming, yet it only fueled his determination. His instincts roared louder than his inexperience, urging him to push deeper, to claim her completely.

His small frame trembled, but his hips didn’t falter. They moved with a mind of their own, driving his cock a little further into her with every thrust. Each inch conquered sent a new wave of pleasure crashing over him, compelling him to bury himself entirely inside her, no matter what.

A low, guttural growl rumbled in his throat, growing into a restrained roar as his need consumed him. For a moment, the timid, uncertain side of him faded, eclipsed by a primal desire to fill her again, to flood her insides with another torrent of his thick, fertile seed. His paws pressed harder against her thighs, his movements growing rougher, more desperate, as he chased the release that his body craved so deeply.

He wanted… no, needed to fill her up. The urge was overwhelming, not just a desire but an instinct that burned within him. Part of him thought it might be to thank her, a strange yet earnest way of expressing his gratitude. But deeper than that was a primal need—an inexplicable compulsion to empty himself entirely inside this warm, welcoming hole.

“G-hahhh! Yes, that’s it…!” Rayla cried out, her voice breaking as her body trembled beneath him. Her words spurred him on, a mix of pleasure and encouragement that made his instincts scream louder. “D-don’t worry, you can cum inside… d-do whatever you want to do, Azy!”

Hearing her words ignited something primal within Azymondias, a surge of raw, draconic instinct that obliterated any lingering hesitation. His arousal burned feverishly, his mind clouded with a singular focus as the world around him seemed to blur. He growled low in his throat, his hips moving with a relentless intensity, pounding into Rayla’s pussy with enough force to finally bury himself to the very base.

“G-GHAHHHH!”

Rayla’s cry tore through the air, her body straining under the force of his thrust. It was the closest she’d come to collapsing, but she refused to yield. Bracing herself with determination, she held firm, allowing him to revel in the sensation of being completely enveloped. His entire length was cradled by her trembling, hungry walls, each twitch of his cock met with a squeeze that seemed to pull him even deeper.

The sight was nothing short of obscene. Her stomach bore a prominent bulge, the outline of nearly a quarter of his cock pressing against her skin with every thrust. It was lewd, shocking, and yet… she couldn’t stop the flood of pride and pleasure that coursed through her. This was a testament to Azymondias’s strength, his growth, his sheer dominance.

And he wasn’t done.

The young dragon growled again, the sound rumbling deep and full of need. He shifted, his claws tightening their grip as he began to move once more. Simply being inside her wasn’t enough—his instincts demanded more. Driven by an insatiable desire, he resumed his thrusts, his movements unrestrained, relentless, and utterly consuming.

The sensations coursing through Azymondias’s small body were beyond anything he could have imagined—impossible to describe in mere words. If the simple pleasure of Rayla rubbing against him before had felt incredible, this was nothing short of paradise. A deep gratitude swelled within him, an appreciation for her willingness to guide him through this overwhelming new experience. Yet, as his hips drove into her again and again, the gratitude mingled with something more primal.

The hunger and heat inside him burned brighter with every thrust, consuming the last vestiges of his shyness. It urged him onward, harder and faster, the raw instinct to scratch the unrelenting itch driving him into a frenzied rhythm. His body moved with singular focus, chasing the satisfaction that seemed just out of reach.

The room echoed with the wet, lewd sounds of their union—the fleshy slap of Azy’s knot colliding with Rayla’s pussy lips, each impact causing her stomach to bulge slightly as his cock slammed relentlessly into her cervix. The slick, rhythmic noises mingled with their cries, creating a symphony of unrestrained passion.

Rayla’s screams matched Azymondias’s guttural growls, her voice hoarse with pleasure as her body trembled beneath him. The sheer intensity of their connection pushed them both to their limits, the build-up to release overwhelming. It felt like hours had passed, their frenzied pace stretching time itself, yet in reality, only minutes had gone by.

And still, neither could resist the mounting crescendo, the point where everything would come crashing down in an explosion of blissful release.

“GG-GRHAHHHH!!”

The roar tore from Azymondias’s throat, raw and primal, as Rayla’s climax triggered his own. The rhythmic clenching of her walls around his cock was his undoing, the relentless massage drawing him to the brink. With one final, desperate thrust, he buried himself fully inside her, his entire length sheathed as he released everything he had.

What came next was staggering. The sheer volume and force of his seed eclipsed anything from before. The first powerful jets splattered against the entrance to her womb, the pressure so intense it surged upward, flooding her deepest recesses and forcing her body to stretch in ways she didn’t think possible. The impact nearly drove her further into the ground, her body trembling under the relentless onslaught.

Rayla’s head lolled back, her mind a haze of pure, overwhelming pleasure. Each thick rope of Azy’s seed sent her nerves alight, the warmth pooling inside her and expanding her belly with astonishing speed. Her womb, already brimming, couldn’t contain it all. The airtight seal of his knot ensured nothing escaped, leaving her stomach swollen and bloated.

She looked utterly wrecked. Her belly bulged prominently, the sight almost surreal, as though she were already several months pregnant—a thought that flickered in her pleasure-clouded mind and sent another shiver of ecstasy through her. The sheer intensity of it all left her on the verge of passing out, a dazed smile on her lips as the young dragon continued to empty himself into her, his instincts ensuring no inch of her was left untouched.

And it was only the beginning. Rayla had expected this release to mirror the first—a brief yet intense burst—but Azymondias was far from done. Rope after thick, potent rope of his seed continued to flood her insides, each one slamming against her walls with a force that left her breathless. The sheer pressure filled her so completely she could swear she felt it swirling within her, an almost tangible sensation of his eager, virile sperm seeking her deepest core, driven by an instinct to impregnate.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her body responding with an involuntary clench as her pussy tightened around him, milking him for every drop. The addictive heat, the sense of being claimed so thoroughly, made her feel like a true dragon’s mate. The primal intimacy of it all pushed her orgasm to new heights, waves of pleasure crashing over her as her body shook uncontrollably.

“A-AHHHHHH!”

Rayla’s cries mingled with Azymondias’s own guttural moans, the young dragon caught in the throes of a release unlike anything he’d ever imagined. He wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but the sensation was utterly intoxicating. The relentless surge of his seed, the heat of their union, the overwhelming ecstasy—it all came together in a symphony of bliss that made him forget everything else.

Yet, as the final jets left his body, a new hunger began to stir. The sweet ache of release was replaced almost instantly by an even stronger, more insistent desire. It gnawed at him, more feral and demanding than before, pulling him back into the grip of his instincts. His breaths came in shallow pants, his body tensing as the urge to claim her once more overtook him, the fire within him far from sated.

Utterly drained, Rayla finally collapsed onto the ground, her trembling limbs giving out as she surrendered to the overwhelming exhaustion. Azy’s cock slipped free with a wet pop, leaving her core stretched and throbbing as he flopped down beside her. She could only stare up at the sky, her chest heaving with labored breaths. The heat in her body hadn’t faded, a lingering fire fueled by the sensation of what felt like liters of thick, draconic seed spilling from her stretched, aching pussy.

That was… harder than I thought… she mused hazily, her mind barely able to keep up with the lingering tremors in her body. A shiver ran through her, her muscles twitching as she struggled to recover. B-but at least… that must be it, right? The little guy has to be satisfied no-

Her thoughts were interrupted as a shadow loomed over her, small yet unmistakably imposing. Before her blurred vision could properly focus, she felt herself being grasped, strong claws lifting her with a startling ease. A gasp escaped her lips as she was hoisted upward, her body still weak from their last round.

Azymondias moved with a confidence and strength that was both new and unexpected, his grip firm but careful as he carried her toward a nearby grove tree. Rayla could do nothing but let him position her, her head spinning as he pressed her back against the rough bark. Her legs dangled helplessly as he held her aloft, her still-dripping pussy resting directly on his cock, which was hard and throbbing once more.

Her eyes widened as she felt him shift against her, the familiar heat of his length stirring a mix of anticipation and disbelief within her. He’s… ready again? she thought, her body betraying her with a shiver of excitement despite her fatigue. Azy’s instincts were clearly far from satisfied, and the hunger in his movements made it clear—he wasn’t done with her yet.

“H-huh?”

Azymondias blinked, momentarily snapping out of his trance, his golden eyes widening as he realized what he was doing. He had Rayla pinned firmly against the rough bark of the tree, her legs dangling as his cock pressed insistently against her dripping pussy, sliding back and forth with an almost instinctual rhythm. The young dragon would have been shocked at his own sudden strength and assertiveness if not for the all-consuming hunger clawing at him from within. It urged him to keep going, to claim her completely.

That hunger frightened him at first—a raw, primal drive so foreign and overwhelming that it made him hesitate. But then he looked up into Rayla’s face, his worried expression softening as he caught sight of her smile. Despite her exhaustion, her eyes were warm, her lips curling into an encouraging grin that seemed to melt away his doubts.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice gentle but laced with desire, her chest rising and falling in sync with her labored breaths. “I told you, Azy, I’m your guardian. I’ll take care of you. Let it out… let your dragon instincts take over. Do whatever you want. Let it all go.”

Her words, spoken with such conviction and trust, washed over him like a soothing balm, quelling the last remnants of his uncertainty. The warmth in her tone, the encouragement in her gaze—it was all the reassurance he needed.

The hesitation melted away, replaced by something deeper, something primal. Azymondias felt a new sense of confidence, a comforting heat born of Rayla’s acceptance of him and her willingness to help him through this. His body moved instinctively, guided by the unrelenting hunger inside him.

With her permission, he let go completely. Whatever his instincts demanded, whatever his body wanted—he would give in, knowing she was there to guide and support him. For the first time, the young dragon felt no fear of his own nature, only the exhilarating freedom to embrace it.

Azymondias let out a deep, guttural growl, the sound resonating from his chest and echoing in the quiet grove. His cock throbbed as he pulled back, its tip teasing Rayla’s slick pussy lips. She gasped softly, her gaze flickering downward—and what she saw left her both awed and intimidated.

His cock had grown again, impossibly so. It was now a towering, pulsing monstrosity that seemed almost surreal in its size. The length easily eclipsed his own height, thick veins running along its surface, and the girth… it was almost beyond comprehension, stretching wider than anything Rayla had ever imagined. If pressed against her body, it would likely reach from her dripping core all the way past her neck. It was thicker than her arm and radiated an intoxicating heat.

Yet despite the sheer magnitude of what loomed before her, neither of them showed hesitation. Rayla’s heart pounded with a mix of fear and unrestrained excitement, her body trembling with anticipation. Azymondias, meanwhile, clenched his jaws, his instincts urging him forward, undeterred by the challenge. With a determined snarl, he began pushing his monstrous length inside her.

The tip breached her folds first, her walls clamping down immediately, hugging him so tightly that it drew a low, rumbling growl from his throat. Slowly, inch by agonizingly thick inch, he eased his shaft into her, feeling her core struggle to accommodate him. The sensation of her warmth enveloping him was electrifying, and yet, it wasn’t enough.

He growled louder, frustration and need fueling his movements. Pulling back, he thrust forward again, this time with more force. The sound of his hips meeting hers echoed in the air, followed by her sharp gasp.

“Ghahh!” Rayla cried out, her body arching against the tree as the sheer intensity of his size overwhelmed her senses. Despite the stretch, the pressure, the impossibility of his cock fitting, she forced herself to smile through the pleasure-pain mix. “Y-yes, harder! I c-can take it, Azy!”

Her encouragement spurred him on, and he moved with renewed vigor. Each thrust sent bursts of raw strength and tingling ecstasy coursing through his body, grounding him in the primal rhythm. He held her pinned against the tree effortlessly, her legs folded and pressed tightly against her chest, her body completely at his mercy.

Relentlessly, he drove into her, rearranging her insides with each thrust. Her walls stretched to accommodate his ever-growing girth, gripping him like a vice, while her cries of pleasure only fueled his feral intensity. Inch by thick, pulsing inch, he claimed her, losing himself more and more to the wild, instinctive heat coursing through him. Azymondias was no longer holding back—this was pure, unrestrained desire.

It was terrifying in a primal, thrilling way—like something foreign and uncontrollable had taken over his body, compelling him to claim Rayla in the most instinctive manner. A deep-rooted drive within his very being urged him to fill her with his seed, a need that felt ancient and undeniable. But while the intensity of it was startling, he couldn't deny the sheer, overwhelming pleasure that came with surrendering to that instinct. And judging by the way Rayla responded—her tongue lolling out, her eyes rolling back as she drowned in ecstasy—she was reveling in it just as much.

Seeing her like this, completely overtaken, fueled something deep within him. Despite his smaller frame, the way his strength and relentless thrusts could reduce her to such a blissful, submissive state stirred a fierce pride in him. It was intoxicating, the idea of being a good mate, of giving her everything she needed and more. He wanted to breed her, to fill her completely, to claim her in every way—even if he didn’t fully grasp what that might mean for her or for them.

Each motion was instinctive but deliberate, driven by a singular purpose. His thick, throbbing cock worked tirelessly, sliding in and out of her stretched, glistening pussy with an almost desperate rhythm. The bulge in her stomach grew more pronounced with every deep, powerful thrust, an obscene and thrilling testament to the sheer size of him. And with their bodies so tightly pressed together, he could feel that bulge pressing against his own abdomen each time he buried himself inside her. The sensation was electrifying, a perfect blend of dominance and connection that sent a shiver of exhilaration through him with every thrust.

“G-hah—s-so hard, ghhhuhhh!” Rayla's voice was barely more than a choked moan, her words dissolving into incoherent gasps as Azy relentlessly pounded into her, leaving her utterly mindless with pleasure. “Azy… s-so good…!” she managed to whimper, her trembling body arching into him as if pleading for more.

The dragon’s rut was overwhelming, the potent pheromones he’d unconsciously released transforming her, making her stronger, more insatiable—perfectly attuned to handle the sheer girth and force of his massive cock. It was no wonder humans sometimes took dragons as mates. Now, more than ever, Rayla understood why: no one else could compare to Azy's raw power, his unyielding stamina. He was everything she needed, and then some.

Gone was the hesitant, uncertain dragon she'd first known. Now, Azy moved with bold, unrelenting confidence, his powerful thrusts driving deeper and deeper into her soaked, welcoming pussy. Each stroke pushed the limits of what should have been possible, his cock spearing so deeply that he was practically battering her womb, the bulge in her belly swelling obscenely with every plunge. It was primal, instinctive, his arousal overriding all hesitation, leaving room only for a singular purpose: to breed.

And then there was his knot. The thick, swollen base began slapping against her slick entrance, the wet sound echoing through the room. It was only then that they realized just how far he'd pushed himself into her. It defied reason, the way her stomach ballooned outward in response to him, an almost surreal display of their union. Yet for all its intensity, there was no pain—only a blazing, all-encompassing ecstasy. The pleasure consumed her, bending her body and mind to fit him perfectly, her insides reshaped and claimed entirely by his dragon cock.

“Rrryhah!” Azymondias snarled, his growl low and guttural, his hips driving forward with an urgency that could no longer be restrained. “Rghahhh!” he roared, the sound vibrating through the room as his body took over completely, his thrusts deep and relentless.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, entwined as one, lost in a storm of raw, unfiltered ecstasy. Each powerful thrust sent shudders through the walls, the sheer intensity of their coupling reverberating through the space. The air was thick with their mingled moans and growls, their pleasure a primal symphony that echoed far and wide, leaving no doubt about how deeply they were indulging in one another.

Azymondias was blissfully happy. Beneath the fiery need coursing through him, beneath the maddening heat of Rayla’s tight, welcoming pussy gripping him like a vice, was a profound gratitude. She’d taken it upon herself to help him, to ease the ache that had consumed him, and for that, he was endlessly thankful.

But he wasn’t done yet. His cock throbbed heavily inside her, his knot swelling against her entrance as it strained to push deeper. His balls churned with molten need, thick, virile cum boiling within him, ready to flood her completely. Driven entirely by instinct now, Azy surrendered to the overwhelming urge to breed, growling ferociously as he buried his knot deep inside Rayla's already overstretched pussy.

Her reaction was instant and intense—a scream ripped from her throat, the sheer fullness and heat sending her body into uncontrollable spasms. She shook violently beneath him, every nerve alight with a pleasure so intense it bordered on delirium. Azy held her firmly, his knot locking them together as he poured himself into her, their bodies trembling in unison as they gave in completely to the primal, all-encompassing act of mating.

“G-GHAHHHH! A-AZY!!!”

Rayla's scream tore through the air, her voice raw and desperate as her body surrendered completely. It was too much—too intense. With Azymondias buried so deeply inside her, stretching her beyond anything she’d ever imagined, her body had no choice but to explode with the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life. The overwhelming pleasure crashed through her like a tidal wave, obliterating every coherent thought and leaving her trembling, gasping for air as her muscles quaked with the aftershocks.

Her pussy clamped down instinctively, gripping and milking Azymondias with a relentless, eager rhythm. It was as if her body had taken on a will of its own, working tirelessly to please him, to draw every last drop from him. And the young dragon responded with equal intensity, his body shuddering violently as he reached his own peak. His long tongue lolled out of his mouth, his breaths ragged and heavy as the blazing heat of his release consumed him. The raw, primal urge to breed, to fill her completely, burned through him like wildfire.

Azymondias let out a deep, thunderous roar as he came, the sound reverberating through the space, powerful enough to wake the entire world—but neither of them cared. Their bodies moved together as if locked in a perfect dance, pressing tightly against the wall, their skin slick and heated as they melted into one another. They climaxed in unison, the force of their shared pleasure binding them in a moment of pure, unrestrained ecstasy, each lost in the other as their instincts took over completely.

Then came the first explosive rope of cum, shooting from Azy’s massive, throbbing cock with the force of a cannon. Rayla felt it slam into the deepest part of her womb, the impact so intense it stole the breath from her lungs, leaving her choking on a scream as her entire body went slack in surrender. The sheer volume of that single spurt felt like it contained the entirety of his earlier loads combined—but it was only the beginning.

She could already see her belly swelling, a visible testament to the young dragon's potency, and she could feel the heat of his seed invading her, seeking out her fertile depths with an unstoppable urgency. His virile cum flooded her completely, each successive rope heavier, hotter, and thicker than the last, pushing her body to its absolute limits. The sheer quantity was overwhelming, stretching her in ways she hadn’t thought possible, her insides completely claimed by his essence.

Every spurt dwarfed what had come before, an unrelenting torrent of Azy’s mating potential poured directly into her fertile womb. It was more than just physical—it was primal, a raw connection that defined what it meant to be a dragon’s mate. Rayla could do nothing but scream, her nails clawing at the wall behind her as the pressure built and built, pleasure and intensity merging into something transcendent.

It was too much, yet it was perfect. Her body trembled with every surge, her mind teetering on the edge of blissful oblivion as she was filled again and again, every moment cementing her place as Azy’s mate, forever marked by his undeniable, overwhelming claim.

If this was what a young dragon was capable of… Rayla couldn’t even finish the thought. The sheer intensity of it left her mind blank, unable to process anything beyond the overwhelming fullness inside her. Azy, meanwhile, was entirely consumed by the sensations coursing through him—every fiery twitch of his cock, every thick, powerful spurt of cum pumping into his mate. He couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, until her body could take no more.

Eventually, her stretched, overstimulated pussy could no longer hold back the deluge. Thick, sticky ropes of his seed began to spill from her, oozing past his knot and spraying their laps, pooling beneath them in warm, milky puddles that dripped steadily onto the ground. The room was filled with the scent of their mating, the evidence of their union unmistakable.

By the time Azymondias finally ceased his relentless release, Rayla’s belly was swollen so round and tight that she looked as though she were pregnant with triplets. Her womb churned with the dragon’s virile seed, packed so full that the pressure was nearly dizzying. Yet it was all locked inside her, unable to escape thanks to Azy’s thick knot still firmly lodged in place, ensuring every drop remained exactly where it needed to be.

Exhaustion overtook them both as the intensity subsided. They collapsed together, their trembling bodies tangled in the aftermath of their union. Rayla lay on her side, twitching faintly as the weight of everything settled over her. Azymondias, entirely spent, fell asleep almost instantly, a contented smile on his face as he let out soft, puppy-like pants. His leg twitched lazily, a comically endearing contrast to the primal power he’d just displayed, while his knot remained firmly inflated, keeping them tied together.

“Ghahh… Hahh…” Rayla exhaled deeply, her voice weak but tinged with satisfaction. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she sighed, feeling utterly spent yet completely fulfilled. “D-duty… fulfilled…”

That final thought floated through her mind before she too succumbed to sleep, drifting off into a deep, peaceful slumber, their bodies still intimately joined, a testament to the bond they had forged.

ENDING OF PART 1

[inbarfink]

Clock Witch

Sometimes they are skittish old watchmakers with a knack for making wondrous contraptions, sometimes they are perfectionist implacable musicians who time everything to the second, sometimes they are steampunk travellers constantly on the run from a threat even they cannot explain. Whoever they are, Clock Witches have mastered control of one of the most elusive powers in the universe.

Clock Witches' Emotional Focus is the emotion of Anxiety. Their magic is inexorably tied to the stress that arises from the unstoppable, constant march of time - and thus they are among the few magic practitioners to master Time Magic. But despite that power of control they are stressed out about time just as much, if not more so then, the average person. The idea of being late, the years going by, the inevitability of death - no one knows it better or fears it more than the Clock Witch.

Clock Witches tend to be pressure-cookers of stress and nervous energy. But their Time Magic is still quite a source of pride for them, and that pride tends to translate into high expectations, perfectionism and a tendency to micromanage others with the precision of an atomic watch. Since their default state is already so high-strung, they actually function very well in high-pressure situations. Stress motivates them and Anxiety literally powers them, and despite their often skittish outer casing, they have an iron resolve ticking inside.

Still, even with their reputation for resilience, both the Time Magic the Clock Witches specialise in and the Anxiety that powers it are a dangerous substance that requires careful balance and precision from the Witch to prevent it from consuming them and their loved ones entirely. They must master it to avoid burning out in both body and mind. Some Clock Witches have indeed found that legendary precise balance that allows them to really live alongside their Anxiety - while others can be very good at helping others manage theirs while being terrible at taking their own advice.

With their unique powerset, nerves of steel, clockwork precision and endless energy, Clock Witches can make for valuable allies - but they are truly terrifying as enemies. Clock Witches tend to favour tactics of misdirection, psychological warfare and attrition. And despite their general impatiences towards trivial matters - they know real pain needs to last long. If you have made an enemy out of a Clock Witch, you may never actually see them face to face. Just feel their presence, just out of reach of your perception, moving along precise and overcomplicated schemes behind the scenes.

Since their control of Time Magic is channelled through the power of time-related stress, it is easier for a Clock Witch to move time forward or time-travel into the future than it is to go back in time, slow or stop time. It is not impossible for the Clock Witch to perform these feats, but it does require more skill and powers. Other Magic Users might tell you this proves that Clock Witchcraft just isn’t worth it but the Clock Witches think they’re just jealous. In addition to their unique Time powers, Clock Witches tend to be skilled in divination and transport spells. Their obsession with efficiency means they tend to know a lot of utility spells. They don’t tend to use Elemental Combat Magic often, but when they do, the have a strong Elemental Affinity to Metal, and sometimes Lightning.

[neon-catarina]

İs chonny jash have a story?

depends on which story you are looking into, Chonny has multiple!

In Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium, (which i think is the one you're talking about) the story behind the Tally Hall/Miracle Musical covers is basically, one man gets reaaallllyyy depressed, and splits into three parts which all have their own consciousness and can do whatever. And they are called Heart, Mind and Soul respectively.

this is a bit of a long post bare with me.

Anyways Heart and Mind loathe each other for whatever reason, and Heart gets this whole murder plot to kill Mind by shooting him, but the idiot misses. Mind tells Soul/Soul sees this happen and Soul gouges Hearts eyes out as a punishment and throws him into the hole Heart originally dug for Mind.

Then Mind starts devising this plan to have the three dudes come together and be "whole" again, basically become the man at the start. And he sets these expectations for Heart, thinking that Heart can do said expectations and they can all be happy and whole again!

But Heart fails, because Mind's expectations are impossibly high and he can't do them. Mind gets angry at Heart because he thinks Heart is incompetent at literally everything and he is the only reason why they can't be whole again. And he spends like 11 minutes of song telling him this as well.

Heart in return, doesn't say much anymore, ever since he shot at Mind, Heart has been ridiculed and silenced by the other two, so he doesn't give any ideas to fix this huge problem because he's now lead to believe that he is incompetent.

But then Mind seeing this, has had enough of how little Heart is helping the situation. And then in true Mind fashion he blames everyone but himself and then tries to tell Soul that Heart is useless and to kill him.

Heart gets pissed as he doesn't want to die, Mind gets even more pissed because Heart won't agree with him. And Soul snaps because he's been listening to them argue for so long that he can't take it anymore.

And Soul says if they don't resolve their issues he will kill everyone including himself because he can't take their whining anymore.

Then Heart and Mind try to have a conversation without yelling at eachother and Heart realises how much Mind has kept them together so far and if not for him they probably would all be dead because of Heart's nature to make reckless decisions.

Mind realises that Heart can't do everything, and his anger and impossibly high expectations have impacted Heart in a very negative way.

Then they figure stuff out and become whole again. Happy ending right? Wrong! Whole has found a love interest and decides to express his feelings to them through a song, before they move away.

But he can't find the right sound, or make the right lyrics, and he ends up staying home and doesn't show them the song and never sees them again and convinces himself that they would never like him and makes an imaginary scenario in his head of them rejecting him.

He ends up hating himself and becomes incredibly depressed and starts to hate himself for not taking the shot and at least telling them.

In his depression he splits into three parts!!

Want to guess what their names are?

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so in conclusion these idiots are basically stuck in a loop lolllll haha

Chonny has more song series but i don't know them well enough to explain the story :P

you can message me if you do have any questions but i am fully aware this might not be the correct full story but this was all from my understanding of it.