#it took me a While to develop any actual like taste

[notmeowse]

That AMA marks the end of Dragon Age.

In my opinion.

I'll start by saying that I have played all 3 of the previous games repeatedly, I've loved the series for 15 years, more than half my life. These games inspired me to become a writer and they've shaped a lot of my tastes and interests in shows and writing -- to say they were formative is kind of an understatement. Don't want to go on and on about how much I loved them, that's not the point here.

I didn't care for Veilguard for pretty much all of the reasons people have already discussed at length on Reddit and Tumblr. The writing is comprehensively bad, the romances are easily the worst Bioware has written by pure virtue of having the most cookie-cutter pacing and shallow characterization I've seen across their games, the lore has been shafted in every direction, and the nuanced storytelling and roleplay I came to expect from the series has been taken out back and shot in the head.

All, apparently, in the name of a "clean slate". It seems to me that, rather than familiarizing himself with the existing lore of the game he took the creative reins on, Epler clearly had a vision for Dragon Age (or perhaps a different IP entirely) in his head that he decided to transplant into the game (and possibly Trick? But they've said so little beyond defending their work that I can hardly theorize what direction they were coming from). That being a sanitized, wildly self-contradicting, morally absolute shitshow focused on distancing itself from the previous games as much as possible. Now, I know it's unrealistic to blame one person entirely, and I don't blame him entirely. Corinne was there. Trick was there.

But if it wasn't already evident from the numerous interviews Epler's given on the game as well as his participation in the Q&A's (while the actual lead writer of the game has been completely absent in not just the marketing, but in most fan-related interaction pre and post-launch outside of BSKY), this AMA seems to have confirmed, more than anything else, that Epler doesn't understand the game nor does he understand its audience. Neither does Corinne Busche, who despite being Game Director for only the last two years of development, has been answering lore questions a) like she has any fucking clue and b) like she thinks Dragon Age is a cozy-gamer IP, meant to appeal to people that want uplifting stories with uncontroversial characters, morally upright heroes, and unquestionably evil villains.

So as of today's AMA, I think I've finally had enough. We're just outright retconning the lore in Reddit AMA's now, I guess. Among other things. I'll provide a few examples, just so we're all on the same page.

This was part of Epler's response to why Solas didn't have his cult following in the game (insert "We Kind of Forgot" meme here):

Solas' experience leading the rebellion against the Evanuris turned him against the idea of being a leader. You see it in the memories - the entire experience of being in charge ate at him and, ultimately, convinced him he needed to do this on his own. And his own motivations were very different from the motivations of those who wanted to follow him - he had no real regard for their lives or their goals. So at some point between Trespasser and DATV, he severed that connection with his 'followers' and went back to being a lone wolf.

The fact that this (the not caring bit) directly contradicts the writing in the actual game is absolutely INSANE to me, moreso than the lack of Solas's spy network (which he apparently carried with him for 10 years only to conveniently drop right before the ritual? Because he clearly had them research Rook?). But in regards to the not caring -- here's a line from Solas's memory of killing Mythal in Veilguard, which. I'll get to Mythal in a minute:

Why should I not tear down the Veil, and bring back immortality to all the elven people? They deserve it!

Which is it? Does Solas care about the people he's saving (the venn diagram of people he's saving vs. the people following him is surely a circle, i.e. elves) or not? Does he even care about the spirits trapped behind the Veil anymore or is it just convenient to abandon them and have him only care about elves, now? What happened to saving The People? What happened to him not identifying as an elf in his conversations with a Dalish Inquisitor? And what the absolute fuck happened to him wanting to bring back the magical marvels (that the ancient elves did in fact achieve) that were greater than anything we see in Thedas today? Here's what Epler has to say about elven magic, now:

I do agree that the elves have had their place in the sun at this point. [...] The thing about the Evanuris is that, ultimately, they were able to take a very specific type of magic and shape it into doing what they wanted. But even their understanding of magic was only skin deep [...] Even the magic that Tevinter wields, the magic of the Southern mages, is different from what the Evanuris used. The magic of the Evanuris is powerful but it's sterile, and it's constrained. So while the Evanuris have made magic work in a way that's more predictable and understandable, it's not the only kind of magic out there, and even then, I'd say they understood it at a very surface level. People were confidently describing how the natural world worked back in the 16th century. Very few of them were right.

First of all, Tevinter has been stated in previous games to have clumsily adapted ancient elven magic for their own, but they did adapt it. To the point where even Solas is surprised that Corypheus achieved effective immortality -- by binding himself to a dragon the same way the Evanuris did. So, cool, more contradicting the lore here. "They understood it at a very surface level" you mean when all of the magic of the Fade wasn't locked behind the Veil? You mean when magic flowed freely through the world? What do you mean, Surface Fucking Level? The entire point of the Dalish elf culture is what they lost; this wasn't the ancient elves thinking the sun revolved around the earth, the Veil was their fucking Library of Alexandria burning. Oh my god. I still cannot believe he said this.

And how have the elves had their day in the sun? I'm sorry, was Arlathan not given to... the Veil Jumpers? Instead of the Dalish? What happened to all the Dalish clans in the south, who had no infrastructure when the world was apparently blighted to hell? I guess they're just gone now! They've had their day! The story of the Dalish and the Evanuris is over (also confirmed in this AMA), and it apparently ends with the final snuff of the candle that is their culture. Congratulations, Chantry, you've won! Only took two genocides and a double blight, but we're done with the Dalish now! We get your mind-numbingly superficial factions instead!

What happened to Mythal, by the way? What happened to "She was betrayed as I was betrayed, as the world was betrayed! Mythal clawed and crawled her way through the ages to me, and I will see her avenged!" What happened to the reckoning that will shake the very heavens? John's answer to this:

People grow and change over time. Mythal's essence - and in particular, the fragment of her spirit that Morrigan carries, that she got from Flemeth - is not the same Mythal who he knew millennia ago. Centuries of living in this world and being around the kinds of people Flemeth found herself around - the Hero of Ferelden, Hawke, the Inquisitor - changed her views, and made her realize her own culpability in turning Solas into the kind of person he is now.

Oh, right, okay. So she was pissed for like a thousand years, got her big speech about the impending "reckoning" out 10 years ago, and then she just chilled out because the last 3 heroes were neat people. What a fucking joke. And yes, here is the confirmation that the Evanuris story is over --

The story of the Evanuris is done - the gods are dead (or imprisoned) and Thedas is in a state of flux and uncertainty. I imagine that whatever happens next is going to be a surprise to everyone, including the people of Thedas."

So I guess Mythal's reckoning is never coming. One of the most fascinating characters in the series, shrouded in mystery for those first 3 games, PROMISING US a blaze of glory, only to fizzle out in this one. Again, and I can't emphasize this enough, for Epler's clean fucking slate. And we've not just tied up her story, but also the Veil and the Blight:

When Solas bound himself (or, depending on your ending, was forcibly bound) to the Veil, it severed the connection that the Blight had to the waking world. The reality is that the Veil has been leaking ever since the Magisters first entered the Black City, and the dreams of the Titans gave it its terrible and awesome power. Now that the Veil is fully repaired, the Blight lacks that motive force, and being so close to the epicenter of that change has stripped the Blight in Minrathous of its vitality. It's calcified now - dead - and Bellara/Neve no longer suffer its effects. If they'd been anywhere else, further from that epicenter, it would've likely been different and they still would be looking for a cure.

So the Veil is permanently fixed now because our half-dead Dread Wolf bound himself to it (a decision I still don't understand) and that somehow fixed every single hole ever poked in it. Fully repaired. No more holes, no more "Veil is thin here" because tons of people died in the same spot, nope, we're washing our hands and leaving it (and the spirits) behind us because we've wrapped up both the series-long Veil storyline and the blight storyline in a big red bow.

And Epler tells us Solas not only bound himself to the Veil but fixed it entirely in one fell swoop, no ritual required, just a little slice to the hand. Again, all in the name of a clean slate, so any future installments or media centered around Thedas can turn away from this story.

Then there's this. What we can expect from future installments, I freaking guess. The aforementioned roleplay getting taken out back and shot:

Q: "What lead you to the decision to step away from active conversations with the companions as in previous Bioware games, where you can initiate them at any moment and ask exhaustive questions?"

John: "For us, because of tech limitations, it became a choice between exhaustive investigate conversations, or letting the companions move more freely around the Lighthouse. With the kind of experience we were going for, one where seeing the team grow around you is paramount, we felt that seeing them interact in common spaces (and in each other's rooms) made more sense."

Literally confirmed that they chose companions moving freely about the cabin over ... interacting with them outside the handful of cutscenes we got. Who in their right mind would think this was a good call in a Dragon Age game? A series that quite literally prides itself on complex character interactions and storytelling? So they could... sit in different places? Are you kidding me?

They don't see an issue with the game's reception. They don't have any interest in addressing or responding to criticism. They're either happy with their choices or EA's got a gun pointed at their heads, I'm honestly not sure anymore. I used to believe the latter was true, but looking at both Epler's and Busche's responses today, I'm inclined to believe the former.

So I think that's it for the series. Not that I thought it was going to get another game after this, but on the absolute off chance it did, what would be the point? The best stories were ruined. Anything left they have to tell is going to read a lot like Veilguard -- superficial, morally absolute, flagrantly disrespectful to the lore, and delivered in a very poorly written package.

[nisuna]

I am currently losing my mind over some fanart of MEN. Big beefy, rough looking men with scars and stubbly faces BIG beefy Arms and huge caloused hands with thick fingers. Face scars, body scars, let me gobble you up. Be nice to me, be mean, pick me up, throw me around, whatever just manhandle me and fold me in half however you like, haha. Give me arms thicker than my head and pecks bigger than my tits. Rough looking face, mean stares, sharp eyes, fuck me like you hate me upps- So manly and strong, mean and indifferent to everyone but protecting me and treating me like a pricess? Let's gooo. So stoic and emotionless, but I'll make you feel things don't you worry. ....black cat boyfriend??....

First person that comes to mind is Choso, so here's some pent-up Choso thoughts:

TW: smut and fluff, size kink, oral (f. receiving), period sex and oral, manhandling, breeding kink

Choso x f!reader

<3masterlist<3

!!MDNI!!

Choso, who looks so intimidating at first, but let's you do his hair in cute styles when you're alone with him.

Choso who looks just as pretty with his hair down as with any other hairstyle. 

Choso who sometimes doesn't understand how strong he actually is when he picks you up with ease or bends you into any position he likes.

Choso who could crush you to death with those huge arms and big hands, but still tries to be gentle and loving.

His calloused fingers swiping over your skin feel like heaven, especially when they have your tits between them while he's pounding into you.

Choso developing an obvious size kink when he first saw you. Oh, and how it solidified when he first held your soft body against his toned and hard one. After comparing his hands to yours and seeing just how much bigger he was than you in general, he was hooked. His body was a stark contrast to yours, it was rough and firm. He had a few scars running over his skin, which you thought were so beautiful and hot. You couldn't stop your fingers from running along the lines at every chance you got. His sheer mass made your mouth water and knees weak.

He was indifferent about a lot of things, but definitely not you. Choso who's always laid back and nonchalant, but steps up if someone dares to even just look at you in an unpleasant way. And he will always be there to protect his precious girl from all harm this world might throw at her.

It took a lot of convincing to get him to be meaner and rougher, because he's afraid he might actually hurt you (jokes on him, you're into that). Soon getting the hang of it and losing all restraints after seeing how you turn to putty in his hands. Seeing you react and moan at his every move made him crave more. Seeing how much wetter you got whenever he was nasty with you made him go crazy. Adjusting to your every need and kink felt like second nature. Positions? Any and every. I'm telling ya he will try every single one out with you. Just say the word and he's yours. He loved seeing you on all fours with your plump ass hitting against his hips. He loved feeling your soft tummy jiggle against his touch whenever he fucked you while you were spooning. And he loved seeing your face contort in pleasure when he hit the right spot when your legs were slung over his broad shoulders. In short, he loved every detail, because it was you. He was so eager to please you.

Breeding you at every chance he got quickly became one of his favourite activities. Seeing his cum drip out of your every hole ignited something carnal in him. And the thought of seeing you plump up with his child almost made him lose his mind.

Choso, who's not afraid of blood, gobbling and filling you up real good even if you're on your period. Always looking forward to your period and getting lost in your scent and taste when he finally gets between your legs. Your plush thighs feel heavenly around his head as they twitch and squeeze him tighter whenever he makes you cum with just his mouth.

You were blown away when he first went down on you. His tongue and fingers were working you open just right, skillfully sucking and licking you through your highs.

"Fuck. How are you so good at this?", you huffed, hair sticking to your forehead. He was a man of few words so he just smiled and made you cum again and again.

Speaking of smile, you swore your heart started to melt when you first made him smile at you. His smiles were so pretty and reserved for your eyes only. And when you heard him laugh oh so genuinely, you knew you were in love.

He was sooo cute whenever he played along your shenanigans. Duality of a man, one moment he's bending you over, fucking you like he hates you and the next he's hugging and kissing you through giggles like he wouldn't hurt a fly.

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Haaaaa, don't mind me. I'm just chilling in my horny puddle. 🫠 Late night Choso thoughts *sigh* I definitely want to write more for him, so if you have any suggestions, hit me up!!

[stillfoodforguys]

My friend Sam really surprised me with his physique once he returned from deployment in the armed forces. I thought soldiers were supposed to be fit, and he was pretty ripped before he left. But the man standing before me had a fat, bulging belly that was uncharacteristic of any soldier I’d ever seen.

I couldn’t help myself from joking about Sam’s weight after inviting him in, asking whether he’d eaten the whole army’s ration packs for himself. At first he gave me a look so intimidating that I froze on the spot, worried that I’d made a huge mistake by pissing off a tough guy like him. His expression quickly changed as he burst out laughing, knowing fully well how his initial reaction would scare me.

“Relax dude, there’s actually a good explanation for this gut of mine! When we captured enemy soldiers, we had a particular way of dealing with them to get information, then dispose of them quietly. In fact, I actually developed quite a taste for it in the end.”

I don’t think Sam realised how nervous I felt while he talked so casually about whatever strange torture he put other men through. When I said I didn’t fully understand what he was describing, he gave me a sly grin before telling me he would just show me what he was talking about.

Sam suddenly shoved me to the ground, kneeling down to peel my socks off before stuffing my bare feet into his mouth. The taste of my skin hitting his tongue instantly reminded him of the many men he’d already devoured, making him drool so much that he swallowed my legs without the need to remove my jeans. I was left speechless by the shock of what was happening to me until now, but I began to beg for him to stop as he tore off my shirt, probably hoping to enjoy the flavour of my nervous sweat.

I felt Sam’s lips curl into an evil grin around my waist before sucking my upper body past them, my useless whimpering only adding to his enjoyment. His tongue curled around my head and pulled it down his powerful throat as he took his final gulp, smacking his swollen stomach as the weight of my body settled inside him.

“Heh, you begged just as much as the enemy did on their way down. This was great for getting information out of people, but to be honest, after the first few I just liked what a filling meal they made…”

It was clear Sam had no intention of letting me out, and finding an escape myself was impossible. The thick walls of muscle and fat surrounding me were closing in tighter while I squirmed inside him, leaking digestive juices all over my body. All my struggling managed to achieve was to force out the last of my air with a nasty belch, which caused the flavour of my sweat to come rushing back into my friend’s mouth.

“Ahh, that’s the taste I remember. Shame the war’s over, it won’t be as easy to find more guys to satiate me…”

[tinystepsforward]

automattic vs wp engine mastterpost

adrienne's GitHub recap is probably the best place to see a comprehensive timeline of what's going down. it's been kept up to date. my (very out of date) previous writeup is here.

what's happened/other links

Matt has not logged off, just switched platforms, so there's lots on X/Twitter, Reddit, and Hacker News. it's really not worth wading through.

WP Engine actually filed suit.

the complaint includes some truly remarkable screenshots of Matt trying to blackmail the CEO of WP Engine.

which... personally i would not happily work for someone who just blackmailed me while not even my boss, but that's just me. he hasn't denied this at all, in fact confirming on Hacker News:

I haven't doxxed any private texts from other parties like they have. [source]

and, notably,

I even invited her to my 40th birthday on Jan 11, another text message she decided not to share. [source]

this gives me the creeps. in the context of the rest of the way he's talking to her, and the ways in which he's interacted with women in general, it's. not great.

also he slid into an ex-employee (also a woman)'s DMs asking why she was being mean to him bc he'd never been nothing but nice to her, while also making legal threats. so y'know, pattern of behaviour.

a good writeup of the social side of things

if you don't care so much about the open-source stuff, Steph Lundberg's writeup is, like her previous one on Matt's Tumblr meltdown, pretty solid and people-focused.

Mullenweg has already demonstrated egregious lapses in judgment and abuses of power, it’s just that up until now he’s wielded his power against vulnerable populations without access to high-powered lawyers and their own massive platforms.

a more technical writeup

this one is melodramatic in the same ways Matt was (uses war terminology), which i don't agree with, and which led to some... internal arguments at Automattic. that part's not my story to tell, but a little more on that later. it's a solid writeup of the actual WordPress side of things. there's some seriously dodgy trademark behaviour going on here.

of note: this blogger locked comments on his post:

and then Matt, uh, found a way around that:

wild!

10% of Automattic leaves

that's a link to Matt's blog post. here's an Internet Archive link.

in short, staff were offered a severance deal of the higher of $30k or six months' salary. while that's very generous, it's still very risky in today's tech market, especially (for the same reasons i mentioned when Matt was melting down on here) for people outside the US, people who need the health insurance, or people with young kids. despite that, 10% decided with very little notice (they had two days to decide) to leave.

However now, I feel much lighter. I’m grateful and thankful for all the people who took the offer, and even more excited to work with those who turned down $126M to stay. As the kids say, LFG!

i'm thrilled to see some of my ex-colleagues make it out. i'm keeping the rest who have stayed on in my thoughts. i don't know anyone who's wholesale shilling for Matt.

Matt's been pressuring staff to post in support of him, @-ing the entire company to vote on Twitter polls in his favor, and so on. many of the people who stayed have written blog posts about it, all starting with "I stayed". people on social media have pointed out the very clear pattern of Automatticians jumping into discourse to defend Matt, and it doesn't look good.

i don't have a lot to say about those posts, except to highlight Jeffrey Zeldman, whose "I stayed" post is perhaps one of the more honest ones. (his Rodney King reference was in poor taste, and he... i don't like his role at automattic, tbc) but like. he's nearly 70. he helped shape the modern internet and develop its accessibility standards. he has often put his neck on the line for disabled staff who don't have as much clout as he does. given the financial troubles he talks about and the state of this market and how old he is, i personally have read between the lines of what he's saying in a particular way.

fuck, man. i'm sad. i'm sad for all my friends who are creaking under the strain and watching others leave but who can't do that. i'm sad that many of them are left in teams which are half-empty or divisions where significant senior leadership are just gone, with no time to document what they had in progress.

i'm sad for Josepha Haden Chomphosy, the former executive director of the WordPress Foundation, who was dealing with a personal emergency and ended up having to miss WordCamp US (where Matt started publicly starting shit with WPE). she came back from that to a gigantic fire in the community she's invested a decade of careful, Matt-negotiating, stewardship to, and decided to take the severance offer. she deserved better.

other things Matt's been up to

mostly linking to comments or posts which compile things here, bc it's too scattered otherwise.

blocking people from the official WordPress X account if they disapprove of his actions.

publicly talking about a vulnerability in ACF, a plugin WPE maintains, which could put thousands of sites at risk. this is not normal, and he met with so much horror even from current staff that he deleted his post.

saying he comes across badly because he's "a little ASD", which is driving me personally up the fucking wall. he's never once said it before and he really is turning into Temu Elon.

generally bragging that he still has more planned. jesus fucking christ

continually saying that WPE's suit is against WordPress.org and the community, which is not true. on which note, his pinned tweet is certainly something:

his choice of lawyer is uh. the kind of guy to defend nestle against literal child slaves.

as always, while i think WordPress crumbling will disproportionately affect websites in poorer parts of the world, there are certainly tyrants who are causing much more immediate and potent suffering. if you've read this far, please do send anything you have spare to gazafunds.com.

[chunksworld]

Moth to a Flame

IVE Wonyoung x Male Reader | (Tags: Smut)

A/N 1: Welcome to another episode of Chunk goes monkey brain. Credit goes to @kaedespicelatte as always for beta reading

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From: Vicky Jang

“She told me she just got on the plane, daddy. You know what to do.”

You should’ve known that she had something up her sleeve as soon as your girlfriend left for Japan. You should’ve known how opportunistic she is and yet you find yourself driving to her apartment as quickly as possible once again like you don’t already have a significant other that loves you very, very, very much. It should have raised red flags when you didn’t receive any messages from her the week leading up to your girlfriend’s departure. It was foolish from you to think that maybe, just maybe, she finally realized just how extremely messed up the situation is. You should’ve known better, you should be better. But it really doesn’t matter now because it was pathetic how quickly you dressed up as soon as you received that text from her. You couldn’t even wait until your girlfriend has completely left the country and you’re already dying to dick down her best friend out of all people. 

It’s infuriating how addicted you are to Jang Wonyoung. It’s infuriating how she can manipulate you. It’s infuriating how easily she can gaslight you. It’s infuriating how you are willingly giving in to all of it. And what makes all of the above worse is that she’s not even your girlfriend to begin with. No, she’s just your girlfriend’s beloved best friend that somehow crept her way into your life like some sort of parasite waiting for a vulnerable host. And you were vulnerable in more ways than one because it only took one session of drinking before she was able to seduce you and you’ve been falling prey constantly ever since. It didn’t help that you’ve already developed some sort of attraction with her that you tried so hard to hide deep inside you because of your “morals” but it’s almost disgusting to even bring out such a word at this point. Knock on the door in a specific pattern that only you two know and you’re met with a surprise that far exceeds your expectations.

“Wonyo—“

Only one foot inside and you already find your body meshed with hers, lips doing the same as you haphazardly close the door behind while you attempt to weather the storm that is Jang Wonyoung. It’s all too overwhelming and yet you should be familiar with it now; one second you find yourself engaging in an awkward dance in the middle of her spacious living room and then another finds you blindly crashing on top of her sofa (be careful not to land on her pillows again or she might actually kill you this time). An outsider might think that this is all just one giant mess but everything is carefully orchestrated; Wonyoung is one for establishing routines and sex is no different matter. Her slender fingers make quick work of your hoodie, hurling it god knows where and leaving you awkwardly in a white tank top that you wore in a rush. You hope she would look past it and she fortunately does, more so because it gives her an even better opportunity to ogle at your biceps than she usually would and such a sight turns her on immensely (though that’s something she won’t ever admit to you).

“Hmm. I’ve missed you so much, daddy.”

You hate it.

You hate how one word can bring the most primal and sinful desires out of you, the way she utters it with such conviction and vigor devolving you into a shell of your former self (which doesn’t say that much considering you’re so willingly giving in to what she wants). You hate how her perfume lures you every single time, notes of red berries and datura flowers driving you further and further into the edge of your sanity. You hate how those lips intoxicate you much faster than any alcoholic concoction could; their taste and texture rivaled by none—soft, plump, and with a hint of the peach-flavored lip balm she always uses. You hate how amazing her body feels against yours, tight, slim, curvy and oh-so-delectable in all of the right places. You hate how just one measly text from her brings you right into her apartment every single time. You hate how you always promise to yourself that this shouldn’t happen ever again and yet you find yourself itching to fuck her right at this very moment. You hate how easily you forget the fact that she’s not your girlfriend—or even worse, you hate the fact that she’s not your girlfriend.

“Wony, I told you not to say that.” It’s a feeble attempt in trying to look and sound intimidating when she already knows you too well—even better than your own girlfriend, unfortunately. It’s almost pathetic hearing her laugh in response, her teeth sinking into her bruised lower lips to prevent herself from destroying your ego even further though the sight just makes her that much tempting to your eyes. She knows how much power she holds over you, an irony considering her position in this power dynamic you two have going on; and yet it’s a position she’ll gladly relegate from if it means getting fucked until she can’t walk the following morning. But she’s too nice of a girl to push you to your limits and she doesn’t want her dick appointment to be ruined so she pulls you for another kiss to subdue your feigned anger. It’s embarrassing how quickly your anger is quelled the more she swirls her tongue around yours, the more amorous sounds that emit from those lips of hers, the lower her hand travels starting from your well-defined abs down to the raging tent forming on your gray sweatpants.

“Or what, daddy?” 

It’s downright poisonous, the way her eyes dare you to do something, anything and yet you’re like a deer in the headlights. Those damn alluring eyes. This isn’t anything out of the ordinary either, it’s common knowledge that you’re too much of a coward to actually confront her about the usage of that particular term of endearment (See, the truth is that you actually love the fuck out of being called “daddy”, but why boost her inflated ego even further by telling her? Keep acting like you hate it and she’ll continue to tease you for it). Thankfully, there’s still a small part of you that is completely aware of just how wrong all of this is—and this small remnant of humanity in you wants to inform her of such unjustness. To inform her that you have a girlfriend who you have a loving relationship with, that you should be in your shared apartment and FaceTiming her because she’s bored out of her mind in that hotel room, that all you should be worrying about right now is how to make sure her dog doesn’t leave a mess all over the place. Isn’t it your anniversary in a few weeks?

“I can’t.” Of course you can’t. It’s a “grass is green and the sky is blue” situation. Any response other than that would freeze hell over (not that you aren’t there already). Was it worth trying? Perhaps. But all it does is make Wonyoung even more impatient—and you should know out of all people just how incredibly difficult it is to deal with an extremely horny and needy princess. This brief moment of vulnerability enables her to flip your positions, straddling your lap. Groan as the underside of her shorts make contact with your clothed length and the sensation almost sends you into a frenzy. A proud smile paints her features—it’s another battle won for her and you didn’t even put up a fight. Maybe you should stop trying at this point, you’d rather paint her face with your cum anyways. That will surely look better on her than the loads of makeup she spends hundreds of dollars on.

“That’s what I thought. Now take these clothes off of me— and wait! Don’t rip them, okay? I’ll cut your dick off if I have to throw away another expensive top.”

“You’ll have nothing to fuck then. And if I recall, none of your toys can make you scream as loud as I do. I don’t think you want that to happen. Right, Miss Jang?” Checkmate.

“Hmph, shut up!”

Before either of you could retort, you sit up to meet her at face level. Take this moment to appreciate just how gorgeous she is, a face truly sculpted by the gods and made to be ruined. Starstruck couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt when Yujin introduced her to you, it was like looking at a Michelangelo piece come to life. Except she’s actually real and you’re about to spend another night finding out just how perfect she is, no need to snoop around in a museum somewhere in Europe. Brush loose strands of her hair aside and grab her by the waist, pulling her into a kiss that is gentler and softer than the first two. It’s captivating, alluring, and addicting. It’s a feeling you don’t quite achieve even in your hottest sessions with your girlfriend and deep down, that’s probably what kills you the most. “You’re so gorgeous, Wony.” 

“Save the compliments for later, I want you to fuck me hard right now, daddy.” Before you could even do the honors, she’s already pulling her top over her head and you do the same to yours. Wonyoung moans as your lips latch on to her neck; kissing, licking, and biting as you give her hickeys but you’re careful not to leave any darker ones or you’ll be out of here in a flash. It’s so sinful the way she moans your name, and it fills you with elation knowing that you’re the only one out of eight billion people on this planet that is capable of such a feat. It sends more blood rushing to your groin and you can’t wait to just ruin her. Your hands aren’t idle however, roaming her smooth back as you search for the clasps of her lace bra before throwing it with the same force as she did with your hoodie.

She’s definitely not as big as Yujin but her breasts are perky, taut, and just the right size to fit in the palm of your hands. You’ve grown to love them over time and you wouldn’t have it any other way. They look perfect in your hands and even better once you have your lips wrapped around them. Trail your kisses down to her collarbones, continuing to leave marks while you fondle her tits. It only makes her moan louder and you bring your lips to hers to silence her—you two have already received a noise complaint and you don’t want her to get kicked out (it’s definitely not purely because you want to kiss her again). But it’s useless once you do end up sucking on her tits, careful not to overstimulate her while your tongue twists around her areolas and your lips latch on to the soft flesh.

You would gladly stay like this until the end of time but of course the night couldn’t end like this because before you knew it, she already had a firm grip on the waistband of your sweatpants. Regretfully lift your face off her tits and she gives you a look that could only scream “fuck me already.” And what Wonyoung wants, Wonyoung gets. She removes herself off your lap and pulls the obstructing fabric down in one swift motion, immediately exposing your fully-erect cock to the cold air of her apartment. She almost drools at the sight, but she doesn’t want you to boost your ego either so she could only cover her hand to prevent you from hearing any sounds of arousal. But it really doesn’t matter because at the end of this night, you’ll have her screaming for your dick as if her life depended on it.

“Commando? Seriously? And yet here you were acting like you didn’t want to do this?” She tries hard not to give any further reaction and yet, her eyes can only look at its size and girth in awe. The sheer attention she gives to it almost makes you want to pull up your sweatpants again because of how much precum is dribbling out due to arousal. Completely remove your sweatpants and it joins the scattered pieces of clothing in her living room. Now you’re completely naked; and as much as you don’t want to think about it, not even Yujin gets the privilege of seeing you in such a state regularly (go ahead, keep thinking about your girlfriend and that would make it two women you’ll disappoint tonight). Just focus on Wonyoung, you already made it all the way to this point so you might as well see through it.

Make her straddle your lap again, this time working on unbuttoning her shorts and taking off her matching lace panties that are absolutely drenched. You would tease her for this but given the mutual overflowing lust for each other, you decide to save that for a later time. Now both of you are fully naked and given how wet she is, it makes the task of sliding her down your length much easier. Though it doesn’t say much considering how tight she is, even tighter than Yujin, despite the handful of times you’ve had sex with her already. You almost groan in pain as her nails dig deep on the skin of your back while your cock digs deep inside her warm and suffocating pussy. She screams, the sound reverberating throughout her studio apartment and given how thin the walls are, you two are about to give her neighbors a show tonight.

“So fucking tight, Wony. So. Fucking. Tight.” You hiss and grit your teeth as you fill her more and more, stretching her out with every inch inserted inside her. It takes a few more seconds before you can finally impale her, your tip reaching her cervix and then completely pulling out—audible whines from Wonyoung as she grabs your cock from underneath and forces you back into her. She’s so damn needy. But you would be lying if you said you aren’t either because you grip her ass needily as you begin to stroke upwards, immediately sending shockwaves throughout her slim body as she falls slump on your chest. Her slick thankfully aids in helping you maneuver or you’ll have to use some lube (something you’ve only had to do when she asked to do anal once and you’ve been dying to try it again).

“God—ah—f-fuck, daddy. You’re stretching me out so well.” Hot and heavy breaths send goosebumps all over your body as she buries her face on the crook of your neck, completely pressing her warm body against yours (you actually wanted to kiss her again but you’d gladly feel every inch of her perfect body as an alternative) and god, does she feel so fucking amazing. The way her thighs crash against yours, the thunderous slapping of skin on skin mixing with the faint noise of the heater turning on in the background, her moans flowing directly into your ears—it’s all too much to handle and as much as you hate to admit it, the fact that she’s not even yours to begin with is what truly sends you spiraling into a world of bliss. You’ve already fucked up anyways, might as well indulge to the fullest before judgement day comes.

And indulge you do because soon enough, you’re moaning and groaning much like she does—only at a lower tone as if a conductor is telling you to harmonize with her. But eventually, it gets drowned out by the continuous slapping of your hips to her thighs, creating a vociferous squelching noise that only increases in volume and confirms just how wet and aroused she is. Look down and the juices flowing down her thighs adds further evidence as it stains your crotch with her precious honey as well—such a delectable treat shouldn’t be wasted and should be lapped up instead. Fortunately you have the weekend all to yourselves so you can eat her out all day tomorrow if you want.

“H-Heh. You’re really enjoying this aren’t you, daddy?” Wonyoung lifts up her face to look at you for the first time in a while and she looks so beautiful, breathtaking, and absolutely fucked. Tears have begun to well under her eyes and yet somehow her mascara is still intact, guess it was money well spent after all. “I bet Yujin unnie can’t fuck you this good, huh? I wonder what she would be saying right now once she finds out that her best friend loves getting dicked down by her man, hmm?” It should make you angry, it definitely has to make you angry. But every sexual encounter with her has stripped you of any sense of dignity and honor. And at this point, you don’t give a damn about anything else other than giving in to your desires.

“Shut the fuck up, Wony.” You have no response either, so you just grab on the sides of her face and pull her into another kiss. “Just shut the fuck up and take this dick like the cumslut you are.” Fuck it. You go back to the hickeys you’ve made earlier and turn them to an even darker shade of red, making it near impossible to hide the sinful events that took place tonight. No worries, it’s not like you two are planning to leave this house for the next two days anyways. You want to make sure that you’ve fucked her in every single corner and in every position manageable. You don’t see it but a smirk appeared on her face. She got you worked up again like she wanted and it caused you to be even more aggressive just like how she wanted. You really are just a moth to her flame, how pathetic.

“Of course, where else would I want your cum? Turn me into your breeding bunny, daddy.” A sultry whisper to your ear and it unlocks an even more primal side from you. Plant your feet on the couch and you begin to fuck her with reckless abandon like the wild animal you are. Wrap her long legs around your waist and lift yourselves off the couch, a position that almost makes your knees give out. But your leg muscles are there for a reason as you grab on the back of her thighs and pound her relentlessly. It’s raw, it’s hot, and it’s so fucking passionate. The way her sweaty body would lift high up in the air before gravity brings it right back to your cock, the way she clings on to you for dear life, the way she tries to kiss you despite it being an almost impossible task. The air grows increasingly hot signaling your impending orgasm.

“I-I can’t hold on much longer—ah, shit. I can’t hold on much longer, fuck.” Thank goodness her floor isn’t made out of carpet because her slick starts to seep out of her pussy with every deep thrust. Usually she would respond with a one-liner but she’s so deep into her own world of ecstasy that all she could do is cry and wail as your spearing length continues to drive home into her cervix. You can’t talk that much more either because the familiar, bubbling sensation in your stomach only grows with each thrust. And the way she clings on to you for dear life, screaming to the world how good your cock is only serves to expedite and intensify your eventual undoing. It only leads you closer to completely unraveling like she intends you to, like how you’re supposed to.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkk! I’m gonna fucking cum inside you, Wony. Gonna cum and fill that tight pussy.” 

“Don’t fucking stop, daddy, I-I’m gonna cum as well. Please—“

“FUCK!”

With one final deep and unrelenting thrust, you completely explode. It’s a shout that’s definitely justifiable enough to cause your eviction, even more so as she joins you in your peak. It’s a sensation that’s overwhelming and numbing at once. Your vision is filled with white. You can feel your ears ringing, legs completely giving out as you crash back down on the couch. An out-of-body experience that only happens with her leading you to become breathless and scrambling for air. You won’t stop cumming, can’t stop cumming as ropes upon ropes of semen continue to unload inside her, every jolt of your hips make sure to shoot your cum deep and fill her walls white. It fills you to and over the brim with bliss, a feeling that you want to chase over and over again. It’s addicting, it’s mind blowing, and it leaves your balls completely drained inside her. So much so that your cum immediately starts dripping out of her fucked pussy as soon as the last spurts have been left inside her, an erotic sight that you will never get tired of. 

A few minutes past before the tremors completely stop and you engage in a mindless makeout session with her to help you two calm down. Brush loose strands of disheveled hair aside as you can gradually feel her breathing return to normal, wrap your arms around her waist possessively and she squeals due to her heightened sensitivity. “You filled me up so well daddy, fuck…..” Wonyoung takes a finger and swipes at a streak of cum that drizzled out of her and brings it to her mouth as if it was spilled ice cream, her facial expression indiscernible. “Yum! Next time I want it all in my mouth, m’kay?”

“God, you’re insatiable.”

She gives you a kiss, then she starts grinding her hips again. “Only for you, daddy.” 

[rhetoric-86]

Everything

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader (no use of YN) friends to lovers

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, oral (female receiving), PinV unprotected sex, graphic descriptions of sexual content, slight praise link if you blink.

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Damp skin kissed by the warm summer air. Hair a mess and nerves buzzing with a frequency you've never experienced before as you lay on the floor of this familiar van.

Your mind is racing with thoughts of every way you may have just messed this up.

You risk a glance at your best friend and find his eyes, intense on yours. His expression is hard to read but those chocolate eyes are searching you.

"Was that...ok?" he asks.

You can't help but to laugh. "Ok? That was..." you trail off, trying to catch your breath, to slow your pounding heart. "That was beyond ok. It was incredible."

His expression cracks into a soft smie and he allows a small laugh to escape his plush lips.

"It was pretty incredible." he agrees and in an instant, he's searching again. Needing confirmation to ease his own racing thoughts. "Are we ok?"

You consider for a moment. You know exactly what you want. It may just be what you've always wanted but what if it isn't a mutual desire?

You replay the events of the evening, a blur, just to assure yourself of how you got to this point to begin with.

Your morning had started like any other until your boyfriend showed up in your driveway unannounced while you were eating breakfast. You knew something was wrong when he wouldn't come in and instead asked if you would walk out to his car. He swiftly let you know that he had developed feelings for a coworker and he was done with you. an unexpected blow that left you reeling. On top of that work was brutal. Time seemed to slow to a snails pace on Friday Nights. You busied yourself with alphabetizing the new shipment of books onto the categorized shelves of the shop. Every now and again you would stop to skim a few pages of a new release or read a description off the back of a novel. You found yourself stopping on the spine of a paperback...the font alone told you this was going to be a cheesy romance and when you pulled it from the shelf your suspicions were confirmed by the image of a damsel in distress being held tightly by a muscled man with long flowing hair and a torn open shirt. You glanced up to the front to assure the shop was still empty and allowed your curiosity to get the best of you. You flipped to a random page. The descriptions were vivid and extremely detailed. You flushed, feeling the heat going to your cheeks, among other places. As your eyes took in the lurid ramblings unfolding in your hands you must have missed the chime of the front door.

"Wow...look at that guy. No wonder he managed to score a noblewoman like that."

You almost jumped out of your skin, the book clattering to the floor as Eddie's voice broke you from your stupor.

"What are you doing here, Munson?" you snap, defensively.

"It's Friday. You close the store on Fridays, I didn't want you walking home alone." he shrugged.

You instantly warmed at this. Eddie was always thoughtful beneath his hard exterior and, you supposed he had taken notice of how your boyfriend had "worked late" and been unable to pick you up in recent weeks.

"Oh!" you smiled. "That's...that is really nice of you, Eddie."

"Yeah, well...I'll announce myself next time. Wouldn't want to disturb you while you're reading porn again!" he said, sarcastically.

You laughed out at that, slapping his arm gently.

"Shut up, Eddie. It was surprisingly tasteful."

"Sure. Yeah I only like tasteful stuff, too." he nodded.

You smirked at him, sticking your read back into it's place on the shelf and retreating to the counter. You bent to retrieve the package that you had stored beneath the register.

"Actually, glad you're here, Eddie. I've got something for you!"

He approached slowly and reached for the box in your outstretched hands.

"Why did you get me something?" he asked.

"Thought it might help you with your next campaign!" you replied simply.

He opened the box to reveal a hardcover book: Dungeon Master's Guide, Advanced Dungeons and Dragons First Edition.

His jaw went slack and he looked up to see you flash a smile at him.

"Shit...thanks!"

"No problem. It's 9, I'll count out the register and meet you by the van?"

Eddie's van was comfortable. Warm. Familiar. Ever since he had gotten his license you had spent more time in this van than in your family's car.

The silence between you was soft, no hint of awkward tension. It stayed that way for a few minutes before you broke it to ask if he wanted to smoke before he took you home.

He smirked back at you and turned off on to a back road that lead to the woods near skull rock.

You were unbuckled and climbing into the back before he had even rolled to a complete stop.

"You're in a real hurry, Princess." he said, popping the glove compartment to grab a joint that he had tucked between papers and napkins.

"Tonight sucked, Eddie. Please just smoke me out."

"Consider it done." he climbed back and settled in next to you, his knee barely touching against yours as you sat with your backs against the side wall of the van.

Your eyes shot to the area his leg grazed against yours. Suddenly accutely aware of the contact between you.

"So what happened tonight, princess?"

You rested your head back against the wall and peaked over at him.

"Dennis cheated on me." you replied simply.

Eddie's eyes grew wide. "Is he insane?"

You sighed, taking the joint from Eddie, feeling a rush as your fingers grazed his in the process. He leaned in and cupped his hand over the joint, sparking a light as you inhaled deeply. The smoke filled your lungs with a delightful burn and you could feel the weight of the day start to lift.

"Don't know. I honestly...I had no idea. Like I know he kept picking up hours at work and I guess I just took his word, I didn't give it any thought. He showed up today and basically told me theres some girl at work and he...he was falling for her or whatever cheesy shit he said. He apologized. He left...that was it." you shrugged. "I had shit to do, I distracted myself but then the shop was so empty it's like I ran out of things to occupy my thoughts."

You could feel the threat of tears breaking through and sharply inhaled, trying to stave them off.

Eddie was silent for a moment, taking it in. He took the joint back, inhaling and exhaling slowly before risking the question, "Did you love him?"

"I don't think I did. I liked him? He was fun...he was...good." you laughed and nodded, a slight smirk. "But...no, I didn't love him. That doesn't make rejection suck any less though, does it?"

Eddie shook his head. "Nah, guess it doesn't. Sorry you didn't get to be the one to decide, killer." he glanced back at you, passing the joint, eyes wandering to your lips as they delicately wrapped around the filter. "This mean I'll be seeing more of you now?"

You felt a rush of guilt. Dennis had been uncomfortable with how close you were to Eddie, so, in the three months you were with him you missed a lot of time. All but dropped out of Hellfire, didn't catch as many rides or sporadically show up to help him study. Alongside that guilt though you felt something else, something unfamiliar to you in this space...heat. His notice of your absence, his desire to have you back it made you feel something.

Your eyes met his and you took note of how he had been fixed on your lips, watching your pull and exhale with purpose.

"I'm sorry, Eddie."

"It's ok. He hated me." Eddie smiled.

"Nooo..." you tried to protest and then broke into a laugh when his expression cracked. You pinched the joint between your fingers and brought it to his waiting lips.

"He did!" you nodded. "He hated you so much. He found one of your shirts in my room once and lost his mind."

"The one you wore home after Gareth smashed his drink off the table in Hellfire and covered you in Coke?" Eddie snorted.

"Yeah, that one." you reached to take the joint back and Eddie swatted your hand away, pulling again and more deeply.

"You're hogging it now!" you chided and he turned to you, blowing the smoke into your face.

"Don't worry, princess! I'll share. You've earned it."

The accidental shotgun filled your senses but more so, Eddie did. It's like your eyes had been opened for the first time. His dimpled cheek, his surprisingly perfect teeth, his piercing eyes and how delighted he was in this moment, with you.

He brought the joint back to his lips and you reached to take it, instinctively his hand covered yours and it hit you like an electric shock.

The change in his expression gave you confidence that maybe he felt the same way. The air between you was different tonight.

"Do that again." you whispered quietly.

"What?" he asked, surprised.

"You know. Do it again, Eddie. Please."

He visibly gulped. You watched his adams apple bob and could feel palpable nerves as he inhaled, slowly. Deeply.

He leaned forward. You leaned forward. Your lips so close any move could cause them to brush and the anticipation felt better than any high you had ever experienced. You parted your lips and he exhaled into your waiting mouth.

You swallowed it into your lungs and, urged on by the confidence brought on by the floaty feeling beginning to overtake you, closed the gap.

Delicately your lips grazed his and he gasped. It took a moment for his mind to catch up to his body but then, he took over.

He laced his fingers into your hair, bringing you closer. Your hands found purchase on his chest, fingers gripping his shirt and the other gently cupping his cheek as he leaned further into you.

His tongue parted your lips and explored you hungrily. Heat beginning to build in your core.

You didn't hesitate to turn, lifting your leg over and situating yourself in his lap.

His hands fell from your hair to travel the expanse of your back, down further still to cup your ass. He leveraged you up, breaking the kiss to trail his lips across your jaw, down your neck where he began to suck deep violet bruises into your flesh.

You craved friction, trying to find his thigh or his growing bulge but he raised you ever so slightly more to drop his face into the valley of your exposed cleavage. He licked and sucked every inch of skin he found but he wanted more. You wanted more.

He relented the kneeding of your ass to instead trail his fingertips up your curves and slightly under the hem of your shirt. He looked up, asking permission and you nodded fervently.

He grabbed the bottom and raised your shirt up, noticing the way it caught on your full breasts. You lifted your arms to help him and he threw the shirt across his van. You grabbed his and immediately did the same. Inhaling sharply as your hands touched his skin, soft and supple beneath you. Your finger tips tracing the smattering of ink on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you and brought your body flush against his, pressing his lips to yours once more.

You melted into him, allowing your weight to drop into his lap and finally find the friction you desired.

He moaned into your mouth as you instinctively ground your core down onto his straining cock.

He deftly undid your bra and guided the straps down your arms.

With a hand on the back of your head to cushion your landing he hoisted you off of him and laid you back, crawling on top of you in the process.

He caressed your breasts, finding your pebbled nipples and pinching them between his thumb and forefingers. His lips trailed back down your neck, tongue sliding over the ditch by your clavicle. A spot that drove you wild and partners rarely found. On instinct you wrapped a leg around Eddie and brought him closer, his clothed cock grinding briefly against you, a moan escaping your lips.

He continued his ministrations, now reaching your breasts and nipping at the delicate skin before wrapping his warm lips around your nipple, teasing it with his tongue.

You reached between you and undid the fly of his jeans, pushing them as far down as you could and cupping your hand over his length, hidden now only by his tented boxers.

He released your nipple with a pop and leaned up. His hand ran down your body, reaching the back of your right knee and lifting your leg, guiding his fingers up the inside of your thigh raising your skirt in the process.

"Pink?" he raised an eyebrow, tracing his finger over the outline of your slit beneath your soft cotton panties. "Didn't expect that...you're usually so..."

"Dark?" you offered.

He smiled at you. "In a good way!" he added. This moment of honesty, discovery, almost made you forget the situation you had found yourself in with your best friend until he took the opportunity to slip his long finger beneath your panties and trace it through your slick folds. You bucked up into the contact and be bit his lip, his eyes taking you in.

You grabbed the waistband of your skirt and pulled your skirt and panties down together. He helped you, guiding them off of your legs and spreading you out before him. He shoved his jeans the rest of the way off and took off his boxers. You licked your lips hungrily as you watched his cock spring out, already beading precum at the head. You reached to grip him and he caught your hand by the wrist, bringing it above your head and collecting your other wrist. He held your arms above your head with one of his large hands and his dark eyes devoured you, bare before him for the first time.

"I must have imagined this a million times princess." he felt your flesh with his free hand and brought it between your spread legs. "Never did I ever think it could be this good though. Look at you." he continued. His finger tracing your slit and finally sinking through, grazing your hole and collecting slick, trailing it up to your throbbing clit.

"Eddie!" you gasped as he started pressing quick circles against your bundle of nerves. Your entire body alive with the sensation he was giving you.

"I like it when you say my name, princess. Does that mean I'm doing good for you?"

"Y-yes, Eddie. So fucking good." you choke out as he suddenly relents on your clit and instead plunges his index finger into you. Your warmth enveloping him and sucking him deeper, he grunts and ruts himself against your thigh.

"I can be better, baby. You want me to be better?" he asks.

Unsure of how what he's doing could ever possibly be better you don't reply and instead throw your head back, breathing harshly and trying to thrust his long finger deeper into your aching cunt.

You cry out as he suddenly removes his finger. He brings it to his lips and sucks your juices off, releasing your wrists with his other hand and you immediately reach out for him again.

He leans in and kisses you, hard. His bare cock grazing against you and your thoughts are a blur. You want him, all of him in every conceivable way.

He breaks the kiss and descends your body, sliding himself to lay between your legs and you lean up on your elbows to watch.

He spreads your plush thighs with his strong hands and his deft fingers begin to work you again, first one and then quickly adding a second finger.

Tentatively he leans down and his tongue glides over your folds, ghosting your clit. You respond, bucking into him and he wastes no time, fully taking your hint. He envelopes your clit with his lips, lightly sucking as his fingers slam into you. The sound of your juices gushing out around his fingers, his tongue lapping at your cunt, it is all consuming in the space of the van. Every nerve in your body dances to the rhythym he created and the most delicious pressure builds in your core.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer you fall back, your hands immediately find purchase in his curls, pulling him impossibly closer and you grind yourself into his face.

There was no shame, taking what you wanted from him so blatantly. With anyone else you may have been embarassed but in that moment, with Eddie you knew. He was there for you to use in whatever way you needed.

"Eddie" you whined out, practically pleading. "Eddie, I'm so close."

"Good." he replied between licking, sucking, tasting... "I want you to cum, princess."

"But I want to cum on your cock, Eddie" you managed, trying to hold off your orgasm.

He stopped, immediately bringing himself up to meet your eye. Your slick coated his beautiful features, his pupils were blown so wide you could barely see the dark coffee color that normally surrounded them.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

You nodded, kissing him deeply. Your taste still fresh on his tongue.

"Please Eddie."

He rested himself against you, his head sliding gently between your folds. No resistance due to how impossibly wet he had already made you.

You wrapped your legs around him, drawing him down, closer, his cock gliding into you, slowly. You could feel every inch as your walls clenched and pulled him in, deeper, deeper.

"Shit" he dropped his head to bury his face in your neck, an obscene moan and your name falling from his lips.

You bucked into him, causing him to bottom out and a string of curses escaped you as you adjusted to him. His size, surprising to you and something you would have to get used to if this were to continue.

After a moment of savoring the closeness, he began to move.

He started slowly, you could feel every inch. Every vein. His head reaching the soft spongy spot inside of you that you only knew from exploring yourself.

The sensation of Eddie was more than you could ever have imagined.

He picked up his pace slightly and you matched him. Bringing your bodies together in a beautiful collaboration. The pressure began to build again.

His lips left delicate kisses, small bruises, his tongue danced anywhere he had access. His hands either gripped you tighter to his body or fondled your breast. You held tightly to his shoulders for leverage or scraped your nails down his back. You bit into his neck, just enough to trigger another moan and you sucked a mark of your own. Branding him.

He kissed you again, harder, more passionately as his speed increased. All but slamming himself into your needy cunt.

It felt like a dam about to burst. You clenched tightly, locking your legs around him.

White heat spread through you like nothing you had ever known. Blinding.

You screamed his name as you released, gushing all over his pulsating cock, he spilled his own release into you.

He collapsed on top of you. Sweating, labored breathing, curls stuck to his forehead and you held him gently. Before long he rolled over, pulling you to his chest.

And there it was, the question...are we ok?

"I need us to be, Eddie." you replied simply."You aren't some guy...you're..."

"Everything." he said softly.

"Yes." you agreed.

"So, yeah." he sighed. "I think we are going to be ok, princess."

[lili-of-the-wildfire]

okay fine, u all forced my hand in this one. these are MY azzie headcanons, mostly based on what’s canon in the books but i’m nothing if not a woman who would have been forcefully lobotomized so there’s also some delusion sprinkled in. enjoy 😙 (not proof read or correctly punctuated or even coherently arranged, we die like men on this blog)

* he may be a bit quiet in some situations, especially when meeting people who’s intentions he hasn’t quite figured out yet, but if he does nothing else, he’ll offer up a small smile in greeting. he’s not just going to sit there aloof in a corner, sans introduction.

* he’s a total vibe reader tho, his line of work has made sure of that. like he just knows when something is off about someone even if there is evidence saying otherwise. and he’s right every time, damn him.

* he tucks his hands behind his back out of habit, not necessarily shame. he used to be far more insecure, but as the centuries dragged on, he’s become less and less ashamed of what was done to him as a defenseless child.

* that’s not to say he’s fully healed and moved forward, just that time has given him some perspective and wisdom.

* (btw he loves hand massages with your lavender and lemon verbena lotion and he is not afraid to admit it)

* when he gets himself into trouble he tries to slink off into the shadows slowly, instead of disappearing all at once. nobody has a problem calling him out on it, but sometimes he honestly does get away with it.

* he has TASTE! he took one look at cassian and feyre’s gods awful decorating and didn’t even remove his outside clothes before he was fixing it.

* he and his mate’s house would look like something out of a Williams Sonoma holiday catalog.

* the two of you would put up lebron numbers on a joint pinterest account in a modern au.

* he’s quick as a whip with his dry humor and comebacks, and while cassian may be his main target, the two of them combined?? Mr. your mother and Mr. two hundred years at least TOGETHER? jesus it’s a wonder rhys came out of Illyria with the ego that he did.

* he differs from his brothers in that PDA is not his jam. he’s not getting blowjobs at the dining room table or fucking in tents while people die outside. he’s definitely not fingering you for the first time in a shabby inn, either. he’s more publicly reserved than that because he favors romance more.

* you know how rhys/feyre and cassian/nesta fucked before they were in any sort of relationship? azzie’s not doing that with someone he genuinely wants to pursue a relationship with.

* consider the following: does a man who’s spent centuries pining after the same woman come off as anything other than a romantic? no, lovely reader, not in the slightest.

* he’s got the softest heart, i just know it. while he’s kind, he has his reserved exterior, but i think once you get past that as a relationship develops, he’s so tender and thoughtful.

* his gift to nesta was so personal and thoughtful despite their superficial relationship, and he expected nothing in return. imagine what he could come up with for someone he knew on a more personal and intimate level!!

* his gifts may not be as over-the-top extravagant as Rhys would prefer, but they’re so well-planned and personal because he actually listens to you! and he watches you! and he takes the time to actually think about what would be useful and meaningful for you (Mor could NEVER, luv u tho baby)

* while he’s not overtly sexual, Azriel is a FLIRT! a shameless flirt! he doesn’t need to resort to poetry because when you exasperatedly tell him “stop trying to distract me, I’m busy!” he just arches a thick brow, looks you up and down and says “make me.”

* BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

* And your cheeks heat a bit because he’s looking at you like he knows exactly what you’d taste like and he’s starving for it and then he just laughs and you realize you’re a fly that got stuck in those honey-trap eyes again

* So you huff and roll your eyes, turning to leave the room but a hand on your wrist tugs your momentum backwards and suddenly there’s another hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking along your jawline.

* A deep hum rumbles from the back of his throat, his gaze dragging from your mouth up to your eyes, “Do that again, I like watching your eyes roll back for me.”

* ladies/theydies i am PROFUSELY sweating !!!!!!!!!

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hi! i love reading the discussions you have about twilight. i was wondering, what do you think Bella’s career would be if she cared enough to have one? ik Stephanie said teacher, but that seems really ooc for Bella tbh. can’t see her wanting to be a housewife for long either, especially when recipe grows up and leaves. i could see her as a writer maybe, though im not sure about the type of books she’d write (vampire romance ?? 😭). also maybe something with book stores or libraries. teaching seems like an extroverted job, and she’s the opposite of that.

You're right that SM said that Bella had planned to become a teacher. She said that her mother's career was the one thing Bella admired about Renee, but that Bella wanted to teach older kids, so like high school. But I agree with you that doesn't really seem like a Bella thing to do. Bella doesn't even like high school students while she IS one herself, I don't see her enjoying that kind of work at all.

Although to be fair I know lots of people who sort of had a vague idea about "becoming a teacher" because they didn't know what else to do with their area of interest (in this case, Bella's love of reading) but then when they took their first education classes in college they were like "yikes, nope, not for me." So this might have happened to Bella eventually.

I definitely feel like the bookstore idea is more her speed. She's actually pretty organized and practical so I think she could run a small business no problem, and she does seem to take some pleasure in keeping things running even though she shouldn't have had to do so on behalf of her parents. It would probably be more fun and rewarding for her when it's a choice. Could totally see her dabbling in writing on the side but feeling like "oh it's not any good" given her self-esteem issues, but eventually a friend (Jacob? Angela? maybe even Mike or Jess but I don't feel like she'd trust them enough to show them her writing) would encourage her to try and publish.

Now if this is all happening in a world where she did marry Edward and become a vampire, then the Cullen money would make this bookstore thing super easy, barely an inconvenience. Edward would just buy the cutest bookstore and have Bella take over, but it would feel kind of hollow, like she's just "playing bookstore" because she didn't have to try. And of course Edward would get her books published under a fake name and . . . you know, maybe that's how Twilight exists in the first place.

Libraries are also a good option! I am myself a librarian so I speak with some authority on this, haha. I think Bella would do great with some of the behind-the-scenes work like cataloging (which was my previous job) or collection development (Selecting and Buying the stuff, which is my current job) or maybe even shelving books, but she'd HATE the more customer-facing stuff like programming, circulation, reference. At my library even those of us with behind-the-scenes jobs do have some time on the service desks helping patrons, and as an introvert it's not my favorite but most library jobs start there. Almost everyone I know got their foot in the door of the library with some part time circulation desk job and then worked up to something better and I don't know if Bella makes it past that hurdle. The library is about being there for the community and meeting THEIR needs; a bookstore she could set up to her own tastes.

[batfxngs]

By popular demand (20 notes), introducing...

Jacquelyn "Jackie" Faye

My Mouthwashing-sona!

I used a picrew (credit to cbrfufu) for her headshot because I famously can not draw for the life of me pls don't come at me

buckle up she's tragic (spoilers / cw: sensitive topics ahead)

Character Song

» "bude To Hard" - Pam Rabbit «

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Quick Facts

Name: Jacquelyn Sylva Faye

Nickname: "Jackie"

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Height: 5'8 / 172

Nationality: Czech-American

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Job: Technician employed by Pony Express, assigned to Tulpar shipment

Voice Claim: underscores (Producer/Singer)

Backstory

NOTE: This is under the assumption that Mouthwashing takes place in a 60s/70s-like era

Jacquelyn Sylva Faye, most of the time referred to as "Jackie," was born to a Czech mother and American father in a suburb not too far from the Pony Express headquarters. Growing up was a struggle for her, all because of her parents. She has two younger siblings whom she took care of as her parents were rarely home during the day. This became much more of a struggle for her as she went through school and her family moved from place to place, always taking up new job opportunities. It came to a point where she would become very closed off from people, she wasn't interested in friendships or relationships as it became routine for them to end as soon as she moved, which was a given, essentially. Neglect wasn't the only bad quality of her parents' — there would be many instances of verbal arguments or coming home drunk. Put simply, her parents weren't great.

It was around the time she was in high school that she really questioned her identity. As mentioned, she had never engaged in serious friendships or relationships, but that didn't stop her from admiring from afar. She had a moment of clarity, realizing she hadn't felt attracted to any guys her age, rather the girls. It was a turning part in her life — one of confusion, primarily. She didn't know why she was different than everyone else around her, but of course there isn't a way to truly 'change' your sexuality. She kept it to herself for a long time, but while she was in college getting her degree to be a technician, a friend she confided in accidentally mentioned it around her parents.

Although the era was known as a positive turning point for the LGBTQ+ community, her parents were, unfortunately, on the other side of history. Both of her parents were absolutely outraged at Jackie's alignment. The worst argument in her life ensued, and by the end of it, she was ostracized by her family. When she completed college, she had no home to go to. No friends, no close relatives, no one. It truly seemed to be the end of the road for her, not to mention the fact she got into bad habits and addictions such as alcohol. She decided it was best to return to the place she felt at home the most, her birthplace. She'd spend the most time in that place than any other, so it only felt natural. The only problem was, of course, she had no one to turn to. She had developed a nihilistic and cold attitude over the years, and this only fueled it more

However, one thing led to another, and she was recruited to Pony Express as a technician. Her degree and her grades proved without a doubt that she was fit for the job, and she desperately needed some sort of stability and support in her life. Throughout the longevity of her job, she managed to quit all her unhealthy addictions and got herself back up on her feet — albeit after a while. She had been at the Pony Express headquarters, primarily working on ships prior to missions, for a couple years before she was actually offered a spot on the Tulpar. Though reluctantly, she agreed to it, which as we know was her biggest mistake.

On the Tulpar

Jackie originally didn't get along with anyone on the ship. Her cold and sometimes mean attitude left a bad taste in everyone's mouths, but they knew they couldn't just leave her out of things. She was an important part of the team just as everyone else was, after all, and she had obviously gone through some pretty rough happenings prior to her job at Pony Express. It wasn't until about two months into the mission that she started to warm up to some people. She had gotten closest with Anya in that time. It would be the first time in years that Jackie would consider anyone to be her friend. Aside from that, she was generally helpful and participated in various activities around the ship — I mean, what else are you gonna do for 365+ days?

After the crash, she became a much more quiet, yet short-tempered person. Her nihilistic ideologies came back to haunt her — probably rightfully so — and it would only be a matter of time before it became too much for her. Everything started to become hell for her after the discovery of what was in the cargo bay. Not only did it revitalize her drinking problem, but she took it frequently to forget about her circumstances. She would drink until she was woozy or blacked out, and it became a habit. Technical work would stop getting done and she would become a recluse. Everything was spiraling out of control for her. Her death came as no surprise: after Daisuke's death, she's found dead after drinking too much of the mouthwash.

Relationships

Anya: Her closest friend, probably throughout her full life. She's more open to her than anyone and the nicest to her, and that's saying a lot. She develops some sort of romantic interest in her, but she's certain it's unrequited, which somewhat tears her apart. In another universe where no bad stuff happens and they return safe, she'd probably let the interest progress further.

Daisuke: Tolerates him. He is too hyperactive for her to stand him for long periods of time, but she's never had a problem with him. They don't mesh well, but she considers him a good person.

Swansea: Also tolerates him. Again, not too close in the first place, but she doesn't have a problem with him. Not much else to say.

Jimmy: Hates his ass, enough said.

Curly: Respects him, he is the captain after all. Most of their engagement is simple greetings while passing each other in the hallway, since they are both very busy people on the ship.

Aaaand that's about it! If you've read everything, thank you, this took up like 3 hours to flesh out LMAO

I think I'm going to be more active here, I like tumblr and now my life isn't so hectic with college apps n whatnot

I really like RP n stuff so if anyone is opennnnn... 🙃

But also, I'll be answering questions for Jackie as her! So, ask away!

Ember singing off for now 😁

[sweet-self-indulgence]

Any headcanons for how each boy does aftercare with mika?

Great question! Aftercare is not only super important, even for less kinky sexual encounters, but also super telling of a character.

I’m kinda basing these responses off this post where I talked more about kinks and such. Just cause the needs of aftercare vary by what you’re playing with.

James will start aftercare tons of praise

His most intense modes of sex involve punishing Mika using impact play during a scene

Words of affirmation come very easily to him in these moments, “You did such a good job, love. I’m so proud of you. You make me so happy.”

He prioritizes ‘fixing’ things

Cleaning up any fluids

Bringing Mika to a more comfortable place

He’s, of course, extremely prepared and perhaps a little over eager in offering solutions.

He’s kind of buzzing around trying to offer everything.

He has calming lotion, water, snacks, a soft bathrobe, hair ties

Only after he’s run through his checklist can Mika get him to sit still and cuddle

He knows how important it is for Mika to feel softer touches after he gets rough

He just has a hard time relaxing until he’s satisfied his own needs to take care of her

Erik stays quietly near Mika and lets her take the lead

Erik tends to go more hardcore in terms of multiple organisms and over stimulation

So it’s important for him not to push Mika

He’ll start by sitting next to her and holding her hand

Once she’s caught her breath and calmed down a little, he’ll run his fingers through her hair

He’ll massage any tense muscles while he encourages Mika to check in with him

Starting with her hands since she tends to white-knuckle through intense sensations

Erik gets her to direct him to any knots, stiffness, or pain

It’s a nice gateway to verbalizing her needs

Erik encourages Mika to sleep

Any necessary clean-up is efficient, then he’s tucking her into bed

He’ll sit near the bed until she invites him to cuddle

Erik tends to worry that he did too much and she doesn’t want to be near him

But Mika always asks for him to hold her  

She recognizes that it’s important for Erik to hear

Sam is incredibly soft with Mika

When Mika and Sam have sex they are both leaving with bite marks and bruises

(could Sam heal his faster, probably, but he likes being marked by Mika almost as much as he likes marking her)

It took a while for him to not freak out and actually listen when Mika says she had fun

But he still treats her like she’s made of glass during aftercare

He carries her everywhere and is constantly pressing the gentlest kisses onto her

Step one is usually a hot bath that they both soak in together

Mika leans back on Sam’s chest

Helpful for cleaning and relaxing any tense muscles

Step two is disinfecting

Sam is completely paranoid about infection

He tries not to break skin when he bites, but best practice is to clean any deep bite

Friction burns from carpet, roof shingles, etc. happen pretty frequently

Matthew is a cuddler

He gets the most dominant when receiving oral sex, it often turns into face-fucking

He’s very chatty after sex and quick to compliment Mika, “I love you so much! You are so unbelievably sexy. I’m so lucky!”

The aftercare cuddling session lasts a long time

Cuddling happens wherever they are

Lots of slow, loving kisses

The vibe can be sleepy, but he’s asking lots of questions

“What part was the most fun for you? Least fun? What did you think of the new costume?”

He takes feedback very seriously and incorporates it in the future

He feels so guilty if Mika gets nauseous from gagging or her voice gets scratchy

He’s developed an herbal tea blend that he makes for Mika

He’s also convinced she needs to get the taste out of her mouth

Mika doesn’t mind, but Matthew has tasted his own cum before and thinks it’s gross

Damien likes to hold Mika

Damien likes to play with fantasies and voyeurism

I could see his enthrallment making Mika’s imagination feel super vivid

So he is careful to ground Mika

He pulls her into his lap and holds her closely

He will tell her how sexy she is

Helps differentiate reality from fantasy

“I loved watching you use that toy, pretending it was me”

Uses other subtle grounding techniques

Touches her firmly and often narrates what he’s doing

Asks her questions about what she feels, sees, or hears

Mika knows what he’s doing and appreciates the subtlety. When he’s super serious, it can make her feel anxious like he isn’t as with it as she thought.  

Is well-prepared with things like extra towels and water

Especially at the hot springs

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The Tales of Ba Sing Se PART 2

The Tale of Zuko

Maybe I should make a Zuko's Stupid Faces post.

Zuko and Iroh's whole dynamic in one frame.

This girl is cute. Total girl next door type. She does have fairly horrible taste in men, but she's also very cute.

I just want to take a minute to point out a VERY important distinction. Zuko is not going out on a date. Zuko is not taking a girl out on a date. A girl is taking Zuko out on a date. She's got that arm in a death grip. Not only is that a clever reversal of the usual hetero dynamic, but I'm convinced it's the only way Zuko would ever get any action, so it's also in character.

I know Zuko's social skills are non-existent, but apart from the blow up at the waiter he is actually trying. He's failing, but I have to give him points for trying.

The way this girl's voice actress says "You juggled" made my ears very happy. And the beleaguered "yes. I juggled." is equally good.

Zuko! Tell her you did sword stuff! That's something you can actually do!

It gives me hope that someone so steeped in the most toxic parts of the Fire Nation, for so long, can STILL be so bad at lying, but it would certainly be a handy skill right about now.

I take it back. This girl does have good taste in men. Zuko's such a softie when it counts. He still sucks at being normal, but he just risked his identity because the girl he didn't even plan to go out with was a little bit sad.

This girl is the best.

Ha! He kissed her back! He Did! I saw that!

I take back what I took back. Zuko's evil again. He made my new favourite girl droop.

I love that Iroh's waiting up for him while making it look like he isn't waiting up for him. How many times on their ship, when Zuko was out Blue Spiriting, do you think Iroh found a reason to be randomly sat on the deck at 3 am?

Character development baby! Can you really call yourself loyal to the fire nation if you admit to having a good time on a date with an Earth Kingdom girl?

The Tale of Momo

Pretty.

That was a FILTHY bait and switch. For one shining moment, I had Appa back.

They should take that to June.

Not Appa.

Also not Appa.

I did not have 'Momo gets gaslit' on my Avatar Bingo card. Nor did I have 'interspecies animal friendship angst.'

Are these cat things the raccoons of the Avatar universe? Or the squirrels? Urban scroungers?

I love the idea that this guy just grabs the closest squirrel, sticks a hat on it, and expects it to dance. He got lucky with Momo.

I thought they were taking the animals to the pound, but this is very much a butcher. Which means that in Ba Sing Se, they eat varmint. Stay away from the hot dog carts.

That's very effective Simglish.

Thank god for thumbs.

Aw they're friends! This has Aristocats vibes, when O'Malley and the girl cat are getting together near the end.

And one final Fuck You, because god forbid Momo's tale ends on a happy note.

I'm guessing that's an Appa print, but couldn't it also be a platypus bear?

Something about the cats standing vigil over Momo's grief gets to me.

Final thoughts

I'll go through each of these stories individually, but first some general comments.

Last episode was kind of intense, and definitely ended on a downer (not that this one didn't), so it was a good call to at least start this episode off on something a bit gentler.

I was really impressed with the soundtrack throughout. Apart from the Tale of Momo where it's the animal noises that are front and centre, the music is doing a lot of work in every story, the strings especially. The strings are doing emotional work, plot stuff, and even humour. Seriously, next time you rewatch this episode, pay attention to the strings. These shorts are actually very light on dialogue (apart from Sokka's), but they don't feel that way because the music is doing the talking.

I'm assuming that this all took place over three days at least, since Iroh, Zuko, and Momo's tales seem to end on different evenings. So I don't think calling this episode 'day in the life' is accurate. My bad. It also occurs to me that this kind of episode format would be a great way of showing time has passed. If they had had an episode like this in the Northern Water Tribe - after Katara beat the crap out of Poophead but before the Fire Nation attacked - I would have liked the pacing of the whole finale arc better.

On to the stories!

The Tale of Toph and Katara

It might be because I didn't understand what this episode was doing yet, but this one didn't do much for me. It was good to see Toph have a moment of self-doubt, but I never would have assumed, based on her previous behaviour, that her appearance was her proverbial weak spot. Katara did a really good job at building her back up, and she was delightfully (and appropriately) understated for once. When she's reassuring Aang of something (especially in Season 1) Katara tends to got from 0 to 60 very quickly, so it was nice to see her be reassuring in a quiet, non-steamrolling way. Is this Katara character development? Apart from the fact that Toph quite literally got her eyeballs sanded, nothing much in this episode stuck out to me. Except those bitchy voices. Those were like knives in my brain.

The Tale of Iroh

So many questions! Is Lu Ten buried in Ba Sing Se? How is that grave not defaced yet? How did Iroh get a copy of his son's picture? They lost everything at the North Pole, right? Did he ask the people who got him their passports for a picture of his son too? Does Zuko know/remember that it's his cousin's birthday? If so, why isn't he there offering Iroh the world's most awkward hug? Given the fact that Iroh spent the whole day helping people, including a very misguided youth, and given that Iroh says something along the lines of "if only I could have helped you [his son]" does this imply that Lu Ten was going through a crisis at the time of his death? Was he misguided like the wannabe mugger? Is Zuko not the first Fire Nation Prince that Iroh has had to guide through an identity/existential crisis? Is Zuko going to be the first time Iroh succeeds at guiding a Fire Nation prince through an identity/existential crisis? Does Iroh live in perpetual fear of failing Zuko the way he seems to believe he failed his son? Am I reading too much into this?

To be quite honest, this story would have hit me harder if I had remembered going into it that Iroh had a son. Lu Ten takes being a textual ghost to a whole new level. Also the 'In honor of Mako' text confused me. And worried me a little.

The Tale of Aang

I liked this one! Aang can't help Appa at the moment, but he can help all the Appa stand ins who aren't fortunate enough to have an Aang to help them. Aang is a nice little boy! Of course he'd free a bunch of animals without thinking about the consequences and the epic pile of platypus bear dung he's just landed the zookeeper in with the Dai Li. I liked the animal designs. I liked the earthbending. I liked the Siamese cat representation. I loved cabbage man. I think that, if Appa could have known, he would have approved. I also think that I'm once again reading too much into this. it was nominally a fun fluff piece elaborating on a established emotional conflict (Appa missing), which gave it just enough weight to be slightly more than a fluff piece.

The Tale of Sokka

I am entirely serious when I say that 'poetry bouncer' is my favourite joke so far in the WHOLE show. I love absurdity played entirely earnestly. It's fridge funny too. The longer I contemplate the implications, the funnier it gets. What past event required a poetry bouncer be introduced? He's not there to protect the students or the teacher; he's here to reinforce the structure of the Haiku by force. Was he hired by the concept of Haiku? Is Haiku taken so seriously in Ba Sing Se that he's needed to break up cat fights between students? There is a rich well of haiku-related hijinks just hinted at by his presence, and I want to know more.

Sokka is so often his own worst enemy that it makes sense that he's taken out by his own hubris. That fortune teller lady was absolutely a crook, but she did one hell of an accurate cold read on Sokka.

The Tale of Zuko

Credits tell me that the girl's name is Jin. I would like to congratulate the creators of Avatar for managing to illustrate romantic interest so palpably without resorting to heart eyes and steam whistle noises. Nothing wrong with those; I'm just impressed by how much of Jin's interest in Zuko you can feel. Also, she'd better be more than a single episode character, because I need more of this sweetheart. She's a real contender for displacing Toph as my favourite girl in the cast.

To be fair to Zuko, he did make Jin droop (UNFORGIVABLE), but it was also the right call. He can't date her honestly. It IS complicated. And I don't think any Earth Kingdom girl (worth dating) would knowingly go out with Fire Nation royalty. Jin wanted Lee the Tea Boy. Try as he might, Zuko can't stop being Zuko. I would argue that he shouldn't stop being Zuko. His flashback mom told him not to forget who he was, so I'd also argue that the narrative doesn't want Zuko to stop being Zuko either. I guess it's a case of right girl, wrong time. It looks like she's cool with him being a firebender, but firebending and being the Fire Lord's son are not the same magnitude of hurdle to dating. Maybe when the war's over they can hook up again.

The Tale of Momo

I think this qualifies as cruelty to the audience. I got the impression that this story was crafted borderline maliciously, to make the viewers suffer angst dump after angst dump.

I liked seeing things from Momo's perspective. I loved the animal noises, which really got across a shocking amount of emotion. Those, combined with body language, were as effective as any spoken script. These cartoon people really know how to use their medium.

It absolutely kills me that Momo is missing Appa, and since he doesn't understand human speech, he can't even be comforted by knowing that his humans are actively looking for him. If you've ever seen one of your pets missing another of your pets in real life, you know there's nothing worse than the helplessness that comes with not being able to explain or magically summon their friend back from the kennel, or the vet, or the dead. All you can do is give them hugs. I'm glad that Momo got a street cat support group at the end of the episode, but the animal grief at the beginning was hard to get through. It's sweet to have confirmation that Momo sees Appa as family, but surely they could have showed that to us in a way that doesn't make me need to hug the stuffing out of my own pets?

Final Final Thoughts for real this time

This episode wrings you out a little. Fully a third of the stories are about Appa, despite him not being there. At least half are about missing someone who isn't there. At least half are bittersweet.

I liked this episode format. I hope they use it again next season. Only Toph and Katara's tale felt too short to me. The rest did such a good job at drawing me in, that when I went back to check timestamps I was surprised by how short these stories are.

I'm going to go eat too much chocolate.

[lqfiles]

nct dream as tropes / aus. (mk / rj / hc / jm)

mark summer.

late summer nights spent walking or playing outside while the sun has yet to set. getting to know each other gradually as the summer progresses, enjoying each other’s company. fun evenings spent at the beach with both your relatives as the sand gets stuck between your toes, enjoying what summer had to bring. developing a crush, knowing it won’t go any further than that. enjoying how no strings are attached to whatever relationship the two of you have built. becoming each other’s summer acquaintance and fling that you will look back on in a few years, wondering how that boy named mark lee was doing. exchanging kisses under the sunset and heat that summer comes with, knowing it will all eventually be stored as another memory of what summer was like. “this will be a memory i’ll look back on in a few years, and i’m glad it will be filled with you.”

renjun academic rivals.

bad mouthing each other to your friends, yet feeling weird when they instigate on the bad mouthing. an unspoken battle going on with each lesson that you attend. taking sneaky glances at each other while in class. searching for one another when your test results come back, wanting to taste the sweet victory that is beating one another. bragging about your scores, knowing that neither of you truly care. silently being there for one another without having to tell, you can just tell from each other’s change in behaviour. being rivals in public but friends once you reach your own homes. using your work as an excuse to text each other, knowing you’re just looking for a reason to talk. a romantic tension that almost everyone can sense, including you, but choose to rather ignore it. “i know you would die to beat me for once, but don’t actually neglect your body like this, it worries me.”

haechan best friends.

knowing almost everything there is to know about one another. being the person other’s associate you with when they think of either of you. having almost no boundaries and being comfortable with each other. being there during each other’s best and most vulnerable moments, reminiscing the laughs and tears in a few months. being the first person the other calls for anything because you can always depend on them. the line between flirting and playfulness being thin. there always being an underlying romantic tension between you two making it painful for your own friends to watch the both of you interact. mistaking each other’s flirt attempts for being affectionate. platonically confessing to one another, knowing that both of you secretly mean your words. despising the idea of getting with someone else, because deep down you want it to be each other. “i don’t get why you would settle for less when i’m literally right here.”

jaemin college.

you had never noticed him, too occupied with your studies and personal life. he never noticed you, focusing on improving his grades. you met each other in the library which had become a regular meeting spot. slowly but gradually you’d feel more comfortable around each other. studying together, even though the both of you took different courses. studying until the librarian had to tell you it was closing hours and to leave. spending your afternoons treating each other with food to celebrate your improvements. crying together as stress only built up during exam season, yet being near each other was enough comfort. secret longing gazes at each other’s side profile as the other is busy revising. spending time together outside of college, as something other than school mates. hanging out in each other’s room for revision studies but never complying with the plan, watching movies together instead. sharing an impulsive kiss after the both of you had completed all your coursework, leading to a shift in your relationship. “you again? i’m starting to believe that you’re stalking me.”

[chanswhxre]

Friends? Not really.

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♡ Pairing : bestfriend! han jisung x reader

♡ Genre : non-idol au, fwb, college smut

♡ Word count : 2.2k+

♡ Warnings : 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), edging (m.), cursing, protected sex

♡ actually part 2 of my tutor. read part 1 here

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It's Friday night, and you and Jisung were in the library just finishing an essay to submit on Monday. Doing it earlier was a great idea so you didn't have to think about it all weekend. He's been such a good influence in your life, both academically and sexually, and by sexual means that after the "tutoring" that happened a few weeks ago developed into a friends-with-benefits kind of thing. You two would casually hook up when you had free time, no one knew, not even his roommate Hyunjin.

"Hey, I know you don't like parties but do you wanna go to one next week?" Jisung asked.

"As long as it's not Sigma house, I'll go."

"I thought you'd say no."

"Oh please. It's been a while since we've gone to one that's why we're getting dumber as the quote says." You laughed remembering the quote.

"What quote?"

"All work and no play makes Jisung a dumb boy."

"Hey!"

The both of you laughed quite hard and the other students around the library had to shush you then you went back to finishing up the essay. It's comfortable nights like this that make you start feeling things for him, even with a thousand-word essay waiting to be finished on your laptop, you don't feel tired at all when he's around and Jisung definitely felt the same way but he wouldn't admit it to keep whatever you had with him even if though he wanted more.

"Wanna come over tonight?" Jisung asked as you put your laptop in your bag and he was shoving his papers in his.

"I want to eat first." You said since you hadn't had dinner yet.

"Then eat me." Jisung wiggled his eyebrows which made you slap him on his arm and made him yelp.

"I'm not craving one Han Jisung right now. I want pizza." You huffed but to be honest, you've been craving him almost every night, being busy for one week and not getting any time to fuck in between was frustrating you A LOT.

"You sure you don't want any?" He squinted his eyes.

"Shut up and order." You said and walked to the exit of the library with him. You went straight to his and Hyunjin's place and ordered pizza. Hyunjin was out, telling Jisung that he'll be at another party again and won't be home until tomorrow so you had the apartment all to yourselves and you could be as loud as you wanted.

You talked, ate, and cleaned up then you found yourself straddling him, making out in his room.

"I've been craving you all week, baby. Curse the professors for giving tons of work this week." Jisung said while holding your bare ass as your skirt rides up your thighs.

"Yeah. I'm glad the week's over." You said between your kisses.

"Are you stressed, baby? You want me to relieve it for you huh?" He said and trailed kisses down your neck, gently suckling on that sweet spot just above your collarbone making you let out a small moan.

"Fuck, Ji. I'm so wet. I want you in me right now." You growled and bit on his lower lip as you grind harder on his growing erection.

"Eager, are we?" He smirked, taking your shirt off and unclasped your bra with one hand. Removing it and throwing it somewhere in his room. "But I want to taste that sweet pussy first."

"We have all night, don't we?" You mischievously grinned as you took his shirt off.

"That we do." He smiled. He massaged your bare boobs as he sucked and licked your nipples, giving each their needed attention, sending tingling feelings to your core.

"Ji, please." You whined and he pinned you to his bed, lifting your skirt up and removing your panties in one swift motion. He quickly removed his pants and boxers, his painfully hard cock springing free, already dripping with precum. You hadn't fucked each other for a week and the both of you were seriously needy hence, the fast-paced undressing session. You thought he was going to align himself but instead, you felt his warm tongue between your folds making you gasp.

"You're dripping. All for me?"

"All for you."

He moaned in satisfaction once he tasted your juices. "Gonna make you wetter than you already are."

He licked a stripe before circling his tongue around your clit making your eyes roll in pleasure.

"Fuck. So good." You moaned and tangled your hand with his hair, pulling it a little harder which made him groan and grip your thighs to keep you spread out for him. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach but before you could reach your climax, he immediately stopped, making you whine, he reached to his nightstand to get a condom and swiftly ripped the packet open, and rolled it on his cock. Everything was fast-paced but you weren't complaining as you needed him badly as well. He rubs his length on your slit coating it with his saliva and your juices before aligning himself on your throbbing core with ease pushing in one quick thrust making you gasp. He moved slowly at first then builds the right rhythm, he could feel your walls squeezing him with every thrust.

"This skirt has been driving me insane the whole day."

"Really?"

"Wear these again and I'll fuck you in the nearest bathroom I can find."

Hearing him say those words made you clench on his dick which elicited a delicious moan from him. "Fuck! Don't do that."

And with that, you hooked your legs on his waist and switched positions, you're now on top of him, straddling him and bouncing on his dick while his hands found your ass and started squeezing it. You clenched on his cock again trying to get him closer to the edge. You could tell he was because his cock twitched every time you clenched. This was the perfect time to get revenge for what he did last week.

"Why? Are you gonna cum?" You panted, your hands pressed on his chest for support. Jisung nods fervently. "Well, you can't yet."

"What? Why?" He pouted looking at you with puppy eyes.

"Consider it payback for last week." You smirked which made him remember what he did. He edged you for so long until you were in tears but of course, after the excruciating edging he did, he gave you multiple soul-taking orgasms that you had ever experienced.

"I-I can hold it.." he stuttered and you stopped moving. "No, please." He whined.

"How bad do you want to cum?" You asked then continued to bounce on his dick again making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He held on to your hips tightly and then focused his attention on your tits as they bounced while you moved up and down his dick, oh how the sight was pure eye candy to him.

"S-so bad." he stuttered.

You leaned down to kiss him. Jisung swirled his tongue in your mouth and rutted his hips upward to thrust into you getting himself to his high too fast for his own good. You felt his dick twitch again. You sat up and squeezed his thighs to stop him from thrusting into you.

"Good boy."

"God, you're gonna be the death of me."

"And I'll send you straight to heaven."

You continued grinding deliciously on him again as Jisung held onto your hips for dear life. He looked so pretty underneath you, all sweaty, eyes filled with lust and sinful moans falling from his beautiful lips. It doesn't take too long before he starts whimpering and moaning loudly as he feels the knot in his stomach starting to unravel.

"Please, can I cum now?"

"Only if you promise to fill me up."

Jisung was a little hesitant. Of course, he wanted to cum inside, he was worried but at the same time too excited that he forgot he was wearing a condom. All too lost in the sensations he's feeling and the desperate need to cum.

"Yes! Fuck it. I'll fill you up nice and good baby."

"Mm..go ahead."

"I can cum?"

"Yes, you can. Fucking fill me up to the brim."

As if a button was switched on inside him, he bucked his hips upward desperately chasing his high. He hit your good spot inside and he felt himself getting closer to his sweet release making both of you feel good. His moans challenged yours, getting louder and louder by the second. You were so lost in pleasure that you didn't worry about his neighbor probably calling the police for a suspected murder happening. Oh, you were killing each other with pleasure alright.

"Fuck, y/n baby, I'm cumming! Fuck fuck fuck!" Jisung grunted and with one last powerful thrust, he emptied himself into the condom, eyes screwed shut, pleasure flooding his system as if he had just ascended to paradise.

Once he came back to earth, you lifted yourself off of his dick and sat at the edge of the bed drinking water from the glass on his nightstand. He threw the filled condom away before he climbed back on the bed and positioned behind you so he could snake his arms around your stomach and start kissing the back of your neck.

"Was that good, Ji?" You softly smiled as he nibbled on your earlobe.

"Mhm..so good." He whispered. "But I want more. Sit on my face."

It was the first time he's asked you that and thoughts were running through your head. What if you were heavy? What if you looked weird? What if—

"I—what if.."

"None of that. Fucking suffocate me, baby. Come here." He growled and pulled you back to the middle of his bed. He laid flat on his back.

You climbed over his head and straddled his face. He pulled you down to sit comfortably on his mouth as he savored you and to be honest this was new and actually quite nice. You held on to the headboard for dear life as he swirled his tongue over your clit making you shiver, all insecure thoughts flying out of the window immediately and since you were already built up from the earlier activities, it didn't take long for you to feel that familiar knot in your stomach

"Fuck. I'm close." You moaned.

"Just let it go, babe." He growled underneath you as he continued attacking your clit. He sucked a little bit rough and held tightly onto your thighs as he brings you to an earth-shattering orgasm. He lets you ride out before your orgasm until you were out of breath and whimpering from the overstimulation. You collapsed on the bed as Jisung gave you a smug grin while he wiped your juices off his chin.

"Well that was..mind-blowing." you chuckled.

You and Jisung went on for two more rounds. His libido matched with yours perfectly and you were fucking each other like bunnies in heat. You didn't notice the time and when you checked it was already 3 in the morning. You slipped into one of Jisung's shirts, it was big enough to reach your thighs and cover what was necessary.

"Where are you going?" Jisung asked while he was still laying in his bed, sweaty and out of breath.

"I wanna shower before sleeping."

"I wanna come with!"

"Then hurry up!"

You opened the bedroom door to head to the bathroom down the hall when your eyes met with two other people in the living room. You stood there frozen in shock as Hyunjin and Chris stared at you with surprised faces. What excuse could you make? You totally looked like you were just railed with your messy hair, marked neck, and wearing a shirt that's obviously Jisung's.

"Let's go shower." Jisung wrapped his arm around your waist, oblivious to the two other people in the living room.

"Um.."

"Wha--holy shit!" Jisung cursed.

"Holy shit indeed. I didn't know you two were fucking?!" Hyunjin exclaimed.

"Well, now you know," Jisung replied then his eyes met with Chris. "Hey Chris,"

"H-hey." Chris hesitantly said.

"Thought you guys were at a party or something?" You asked and leaned on the doorframe of Jisung's bedroom door. Seeing Chris standing there and seeing you in your current state didn't make you feel embarrassed or insecure anymore, in fact, you were confident showing him that someone gave you a really fucking good time.

"We got bored and thought we'd ditch and watch a movie here," Hyunjin answered. "But instead we heard quite a show you know." He winked.

"What?! You guys were here since?"

"Around 2-ish. Man, I'm curious how does she get you howling like that?" Hyunjin chuckled.

"You should join us sometimes, then." You winked before grabbing Jisung's hand to drag him to the shower and you swear you saw Hyunjin bite his lip and Chris' mouth hung agape. That made you more confident in front of Chris. Who's a bad pleaser now, huh?

You and Jisung got in the shower, and he shampooed your hair for you, softly massaging your scalp.

"That was quite confident of you, little miss pleaser." He laughed.

"You gave me the confidence, you know." You softly chuckled.

"You know, what Chris said before, that isn't true. I mean it, y/n. You're amazing, not just in bed but in everything."

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend."

"W-what? I didn't say anything?" He panicked a little.

"Ok, I'll stay as your frie--"

"NO! You're my girlfriend and I'll be your boyfriend, period! You can't take that back." He quickly cut you off making you giggle in response. 

"Ok then, my boyfriend." You turned to face him and gave him a quick kiss.

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[princelylove]

Good evening my prince, I want to start off with my gratitude. You're one of the few that have an accurate description of the characters in dead dove/yandere situations. Thank you! I love seeing your post.

onto my take, cannibalism as a metaphor for love. There is something romantic about being eaten by another or unknowingly/forced to consume flesh. Your captor is selfish, the tiny scraps of affection they get from you is addicting. They want to swallow you whole, but if they devour that love, you will no longer live. A double-edged sword, I want both of our bodies to melt and mix together, but I will no longer be able to see your drowsy face in the early morning, coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. it's a constant battle, should I eat them and be done with it? or maybe take smalls nibbles throughout the months and wait until this phase goes away?... or maybe just prepare themselves so that you can feast on them instead.

"Crawl inside this body - find me where I am most ruined, love me there."- Rune Lazuli

My question is there any characters that you think can apply to this? does not have to be obvious (Narciso), Maybe they are better at keeping to themselves or just simply being too "normal' to behave this way?

Ohhh, cannibalism. How lovely. The desire to feast, and the desire to give yourself entirely to your partner, are not dissimilar. It's born from love, or at least appreciation.

You want it, but it's not happening. You offer yourself on a silver platter just to be ignored, even if you took the time to wrap yourself in ribbon and garnish that your love would appreciate.

They just don't want it. They're not hungry, they don't like the taste, they find the idea itself unappealing. It's torture. It counts as cruel and unusual punishment. Can you really blame them for finding small ways to make you eat them? Encouraging you to bite during sex, putting their hair into your food and saying "Oopsies!" when you obviously pull it out, scratching their arm over your food so their dead skin falls off and onto it and hopefully you never find out, they're pretty desperate, but not very creative with it.

Well, some are. Perhaps that's a different topic entirely.

It's safer to deal with someone that wants to be consumed. You won't have to look over your shoulder, you won't need to lock your door at night. You might be able to get away with gnawing on them every once in a while and calling it a day, maybe. They tend to be rather submissive, and love the attention that comes with being consumed.

It's different when you want to eat and want to be eaten, even if the desire comes from the same place. Someone who wants to eat you will never give you food that's been tampered with. If anything, they'd feed you the best. Well balanced meals that are actually good for you, with treats to keep you happy.

You have to feed pigs well or the taste just isn't right, but you knew that, didn't you?

Sometimes you think that Yoshikage cooks for you and encourages a certain lifestyle because he has ulterior motives. You're right. What's the point of killing you if your hand rots immediately, or if it isn't healthy enough to cut off in the first place?

He doesn't want yellow nails, he doesn't want dry skin, he doesn't want a project. Well. He's working on the project now, so he doesn't have to later.

Sometimes, when you look at him like you're grateful he's taking care of you, he gets the urge to not let the rest of your body go to waste. After all, when you kill an animal, you're supposed to use all of it. He read that somewhere, once. Isn't it such a shame to blast the rest of your corpse when he's always loved the taste of fresh meat?

That, and he may be starting to develop actual feelings for you. How rare! He fights the urge to take your life every second of the day. It's actually extremely frustrating!

You'd cease to exist, you'd be away from him... well, your hand would stay with him and your body would stay for however long his digestive system would like to hold you. He spends about an hour figuring out how to log your the calories.

It's just something he thinks about doing, and something he'll debate until he eventually snaps and allows for it to happen. Honestly, he'd probably snap randomly, so there's really nothing his darling could do to see it coming.

For him, it's less about possession, and more of an inclination. A natural instinct. He just can't help it, to Yoshikage, killing his darling is like clipping his nails or preparing meals for the rest of the week.

Narciso is very eager to possess his darling. He doesn't want to share, he doesn't want to acknowledge that his darling has their own thoughts and feelings on the matter. He's selfish. His goal is to love his darling, to see them do what they do best, but honestly, that's only if they're still his. He can't handle it any other way, and why would he? You're supposed to be his, he already loves you so so so so so so much, why can't you just accept him?

Sometimes he has it in his mind to kill you. Simply. Maybe it would be easier if you weren't alive, he'd just try to keep your corpse safe and sound for as long as he can. It's unfair. It's cruel. It's like whatever divine power is out there is laughing at him.

But you're so sweet. Not literally, you can be quite cruel to him, but you're just so... you make him so happy, just being there. Being yourself, breathing, ohhh, he loves seeing your chest rise and fall and thinking about how you have little organs in there, you're just so adorable. He'll often stay awake at night just to watch his darling breathe. He loves you. Very much.

So it agitates him whenever he sees his darling existing without him. What's the point if he doesn't have you all to himself? He'd merge with you if you could, it's unfair that he's all the way over here and you're all the way over there, why can't he break your skin and crawl inside?

He usually gets it out of his system by biting, and kissing, and inhaling directly against his darling's skin. Oh, and penetration. Penetration is pretty good too.

[girldragongizzard]

Chapter 6: Holes

Getting back into my apartment is actually not all that hard, since it has a big hole in it.

The silly part to me is that I have to take the stairs down to the ground floor, open the front door to the building, and then go outside just to see it. And then, in order to get the altitude to fly to it, I have to treat one of the streets as a runway and do a couple of loops when I clear the lowest buildings. I want to be able to slowly glide in to land in the hole, with as much control as possible, so I want to start higher than it.

Still easy enough, just tedious.

The traffic is light enough today that I can do this. I might have to try climbing during rush hour.

And there’s tape and a sheet of plastic across the hole, but I don’t care about that.

I do note that the businesses that are directly below my apartment are closed for the day, with that sidewalk cordoned off for safety. But my coffee shop is still open.

I do really want people to know that this is all Whitman’s fault.

But tearing through the plastic and yellow tape to enter my apartment does give me a tiny little taste of what it must have felt like for Whitman to crash through a brick fucking wall.

I want to argue with the physics of that feat, but I can breathe fire, and we’re both physically dragons. There are things at work here that were not taught about in high school or college science classes. Or any classes at all, I imagine. None that I took.

My skeletal structure alone is something that biologists will want to study intently at some point. If I let them.

My apartment is even more of a wreck than it was when I left it. The landlord and anybody else that they let in had apparently cleared a pathway to the hole by just shoving debris to the side, piling it on my belongings without any care. They didn’t touch or ransack anything else, but this obvious disregard for a bunch of things I was probably going to have to discard anyway still feels like as much of a violation of my space as the damage done by Whitman.

I hate it.

And I spend a few seconds hating it some more before I crawl to the bathroom.

I’ll spare you a description of what I have to do in the bathroom to use the toilet, though. It’s undignified and you’re probably imagining it just fine anyway.

Suffice it to say, while I can fit in there, I can never get a full view of myself in the mirror. I have to use dark shop windows on the street for that, and I’m pretty eager to get a selfie somehow, or get somebody to do a whole set of boudoir photos of me. That would be both funny and really cool to look at. Especially if my boudoir is my living room in its current state.

Anyway, despite all the damage, I’m starting to feel a lot more relaxed now that I’m in my own place. And while I’m still on the toilet, I find myself singing and practicing noises again.

I even keep it up when I go to eat the rest of what’s in my fridge.

One of the really cool things about my new anatomy is that I can breathe and make noises while my mouth and throat are full of a quarter pound of deli ham.

I’ve found I literally can’t eat as often as a human does. Because of how my hunger and digestion works, I have to gorge myself every couple of days if I’m active, it seems. But, I very clearly eat more than a typical person, and that worries me. I can’t exactly afford it.

Also, what does it mean in terms of my future development as a dragon?

If I manage to keep eating this much, is it because my body just needs this many calories to do what it does? Or am I growing?

And thinking about that then raises the question of what my expected lifespan is now, if I don’t get eaten by someone like Whitman.

I just really don’t know. There’s no precedent for any of this, and no experts. Just a bunch of myths that seem reasonably accurate so far because they describe such a broad swath of possibilities that you could make the case that a white tailed hare is a kind of dragon if you wanted to.

And on that note, once I’m done eating, I crawl over to the hole in my apartment and lie down there with my foreclaws and snout poking out into the outer world to rest and start digesting my food. And I fall quiet for a bit.

I actually kind of like this, and wonder if I could convince the landlords to let me keep it. I’m not really serious about the thought, because I still agree with Rhoda that I should move somewhere more secure and less potentially harmful to any neighbors I might have. I like living downtown, and this hole in the wall apartment would be perfect for me now. But if I’m going to be occasionally attracting challengers like yesterday, it’s just not safe or practical.

I do wonder, though, when I move how am I going to move all of my stuff?

Besides Rhoda, Chapman, and the baristas of my coffee shop, I don’t really have a group of friends who I could call on to help me move. And, on my SSI, I can’t afford a moving company.

I could try to crowdfund a few hundred dollars for a move, but then I’ve got to be careful it doesn’t go over the $2,000 limit for SSI qualification. But if I move into a care, at least I won’t need rent and utilities, and all I’ll need to worry about is food, phone, and… healthcare?

Who am I going to go to for healthcare?

A vet, probably. Shit. That’s not covered by Medicare.

This line of thought is just full of so many depressing realizations and –

Hey! There’s another dragon!

There’s another dragon flying across the bay, and it’s not Whitman!

Before I can stop myself, I’m rumbling. The rubble and dust on either side of me vibrates, and particles dance right off the edge of the hole in the wall and fall to the sidewalk below.

I lift my head to track their flight path, and feel this sneeze-like urge to squawk and rattle at them. It’s so hard to hold it back, and I might be revising some of my thoughts on instincts. But, dammit, I’m holding it in.

Since midday yesterday, my life has just been this non-stop sequence of mini-disasters, and I don’t need another one right now. Couldn’t that dragon just fuck off? I need them to go away so fast. They need to get out of my eyesight. It’s way too early in the morning for this shit.

Maybe if I go down to the coffee shop and hang out there I won’t need to see this kind of thing.

Fuck ‘em.

“rrrrrRRRRRRAWOWAAAK!!! NOKNOKNOKNOKNOK!!!!”

Shit.

And here comes another –

“GRAAAAK NOKNOKNOK!!!”

And I’m relieved just like I’d sneezed.

A cry comes back that sounds so canned, so much like a famous scream, I decide to name that dragon Wilhelm.

But they keep flying, and even seem to veer away from me. My movement focused eyesight does a great job of catching that subtly. And honestly, it’s critical when doing things like flying right into a wooded park, like I did yesterday.

I feel myself relaxing, but then I see some people on the street pointing up at me. My head twitches to put them in the center of my sight.

They wave cheerfully.

Cool.

I feel kind of proud, so I let myself puff up my chest. It’s not as impressive as it would be if I had feathers to fluff or a dewlap to inflate as well, but I don’t really care.

My emotions are just so strong today, and now that I’ve fought off two dragons, or scared them away, it’s hard not to feel possessive of my space and confident that I can keep it just fine. I’m still telling myself I eventually need to move. But I’m no longer ruminating on how or when to do it.

So I find myself sitting here for some time before I consider doing something else. I don’t really know how much time passes.

I watch some birds fly by. Some crows. A bunch of seagulls. And the seagulls look like something I might be able to catch and eat.

And then there’s a knock at my door.

At first, I’m startled and think of the police. But then I remember that I left Rhoda’s apartment without mentioning where I was going or leaving a note. Because, mostly, I didn’t have a good way of doing either without waking her up.

But after I get myself to the door to answer it, I remember that it’s locked and I look forlornly at the lock switch on the knob.

I can manage the deadbolt, but I can’t manage that little thing.

I make the classic ringtone noise loudly enough I think it can be heard through the door, then wander back to the hole. That should let her know that I’m in here, at least. And confuse anybody else that it might be. And if the door remains locked, maybe she’ll figure out how I got in.

I hear the doorknob rattle just a little, and then nothing.

I’m hopeful.

In the meantime, I don’t see any other dragons flying about, and I’m thinking I might be ready to visit the rest of my territory, such as it is.

And before too long, Rhoda walks out to the empty parking space just below my apartment and waves up at me.

I do a short chirp of the ring tone, and launch myself from the hole, gliding out to land in the parking lot across the street, landing in a row between the cars. It’s pretty easy to turn and walk toward Rhoda from there.

“Has anyone told you that you’re loud as fuck, Meg?” Rhoda asks once we’re in reasonable earshot of each other.

I lift my head and give her the smuggest cat smile.

I can’t help it, I’m feeling proud of how loud I am today. It’s saved me from another fight, the way I’m seeing it at the moment. Please don’t tell me otherwise.

“I don’t suppose you’ve read or heard the news yet,” she says.

I turn my head.

“Well, you and that other one definitely are not the only dragons that are out now,” she reports. “It’s a worldwide phenomenon, and most people are taking it in stride. The anchors I listened to were reporting it like it’s the latest step forward in civil rights or something, or a fashion trend. But, oh, there are some people who are just mad as hell about it!”

I grunt and stomp a foot.

“Let’s go get coffee and I’ll fill you in,” she suggests, so we do that.

It’s the Kims behind the counter today. Or Kim and Kimberly. And they’re delighted to see me, if a bit grumpy about the sudden construction site next door. Then, as Rhoda is placing our orders and insisting on paying for them, Kim thinks to ask if it was my apartment that exploded.

I look at Rhoda.

Rhoda explains, “We were cleaning up Meg’s apartment when –”

“Oh!” Kim exclaims, looking at me. “Your name is Meg now? Cool! I love it!”

I cat smile, full of giddy feelings at recognition, and Rhoda smiles up at me, too.

Then she continues, “We were tiding up and Meg was telling me about meeting Chapman, when another dragon attacked and broke right through that brick wall to challenge Meg. It was a whole mess.”

“People’ve been saying that,” Kimberly says.

“Yeah, but they didn’t say it was her apartment,” Kim looks back and points at me with her thumb.

Kimberly shrugs, “I just kinda figured.”

Kim turns back to Rhoda, brow furrowed, and asks, “You weren’t hurt, were you?”

“Ha!” Rhoda barks a laugh. “I’m going to need some extra heavy counseling from the police visit later that night, but no. No, I’m fine.”

“Ugh! I wish cops would just fuck off forever,” Kimberly huffs, and then takes the order slip from Kim and turns to start making drinks.

I was just going to go for a big cup of drip, but Rhoda has ordered me another mocha.

“It sucks you’re going to have to move,” Kim says to me. “Or, is the landlord going to give you a temporary lodging while they fix your place? Aren’t they legally required to?” She squints back to Kimberly.

“This is all new territory,” Rhoda says. Then she turns to me and says, “I’m sorry. I’m going to say what I think is the truth.”

I bow my head in acknowledgement. But I don’t really want to. I’m trying to think of ways I can stay in my apartment, even and including fully draconic methods for making sure it’s known I’m not leaving. But, I know I’m going to have to.

Rhoda turns to the Kims and explains, “If a dragon can break through a brick wall like that, and fights like that are at all likely, none of them can be staying in buildings with humans. It’s just not going to work out well for anyone. Even if the management agree to keep Meg in the building, she’s going to want a place that’s more secure. Like a cave. For her own sake.”

I bow my head again.

“Oh, that sucks. But I guess that makes sense,” Kim says.

“It’s hard,” Rhoda says. “The news says that statistically there could be anywhere from fifty to a hundred dragons in our own city alone. And I can’t believe there are that many suitable caves in the county. Though, I wouldn’t know.”

Eyes wide, both Kims say, “That’s a lot!”

“Jinx!” Kimberly says.

“Eh,” Kim responds. Then repeats, “That’s a lot.”

“Just zero point one percent of the human population, if that,” Rhoda says. “But, yes. A lot. Dragons take up a lot of space.” She glances at me. “Even if they can fit in a one bedroom apartment without scratching the walls too badly.”

I make a knocking sound as quietly as I can.

Eventually, Kimblerly finished our drinks and takes them both to my favorite table, which is up front near the counter. And we continue our conversation, mostly with me listening and slurping up my drink. And Rhoda fills us all in on what she’s been learning.

And I’m thinking I wish Chapman would show up, because sie is probably just swimming in all of this, and would love to hypeshare about it. Sie’d probably grill Rhoda for what she heard, too. And we’d all end up even more well informed.

But Rhoda is on it as anyone can be, and it turns out that there’s still just not that much known about what’s going on.

People are wondering, though. They may not be all that surprised by the appearance of a dragon, or the discovery that a loved one is a dragon. But everyone is wondering what’s going on. Including other dragons. There were a couple that were using AAC like me that got interviewed, and they expressed their confusion as well.

And, of course, there are some people who are up in arms about it all, too. About the same people you’d expect of any big social change, or emergence of a minority group. White supremacists, mostly, really. Terfs, Evangelicals, conservative Catholics, Militia groups, Trumpists, Fundamentalists. There’s a really strong religious contingent, and mostly Christian in nature, who are objecting to the presence of identifiable dragons in the world. And some are citing it as a sign of the end times or something. I expect there are other religions that have sects and denominations that are raising concerns or preparing to be militant about it, but being in the U.S. and English speaking, we’re not hearing much about it yet.

With the looming election, it makes my blood run colder than it already is. And I remember I’m also trans.

My life was already complicated and in danger because of my disabilities. But now I’m the new hot target for political debate, and I haven’t exactly been able to lie low locally in the past day. And my shape, size, and territorial instincts aren’t going to make it easy, either.

I have a moment wondering if, since people seem to recognize the dragons they’ve known since before the change, how this will all play with intersectional oppression. But I’m not really sure of my own ability to assess that, besides to conclude it will be complicated. I know that, in my case, I didn’t have a lot of resources before, with not much to lose, but not much to draw upon, either. And, also, I’ve traded in a couple of disabilities for a whole new one.

And thinking of that, I realize there are a few things I want to say to the Kims, so I nudge Rhoda with my nose and then point my snout at her purse.

She understands and pushes her phone across the table to me, after opening up the AAC app for me.

I hold up my claw and flex it, and then proceed to knuckle out a few simple sentences.

“My name Meghan the Dragon,” I say. “Meg OK. Cute. She and her.”

Both the Kims smile in response to that, and Kimberly says, “Well, you’re cute!”

“I see two dragons,” I continue. “I name: Whitman, Wilhelm. Whitman ass. Wilhelm smart.”

Rhoda chuckles, and says, “Oh, so that one that attacked was Whitman?”

“Yes.”

“And I haven’t seen Wilhelm yet?”

“If smart. Won’t.”

“Ah,” she says. “Is that why you were making so much noise this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Speaking of noises,” Kimberly says, “I hear you can imitate the door chime.”

I hold up a crooked claw in the best sign for one moment I can make, then knuckle out, “How fifty dragons eat?”

Everyone stares at me. I hear the rest of the cafe go silent.

“How hundred?” I ask. “What cost? What eat?”

Then I see some fortuitous movement outside the window and let my head track the flight of a seagull passing by, then look back at the Kims and tilt my head.

“Oh, shit,” Kim says.

In agreement, I make the door chime sound.

“Don’t do that during business hours, please. Or at all.”

[yuikomorii]

Ayato is slowly turning into the new “Yui” (she still gets hate too but yk less than other years) of the Diabolik Lovers fandom and I really thought the fandom was healing -jokes on me-

The way they complain about Ayato being too caring now inducing that he’s turning into a simp reminds me of the same people who complained about Yui for not fighting back and calling her weak for that. Let’s just let everyone enjoy whatever characters they want WITHOUT TRYING TO RUIN THEIR FUN ‼️

Also, why did Ayato even get so hated anyway? He was always one of the least horrible ones and right now, after all his development, I don’t find anything so unlikeable about him. He tries to see the good in others despite having such a past full of suffering. If I hear anyone say “because he’s too caring/dumb/immature” I will riot because why would it be bad to be caring with your girlfriend? He isn’t even as immature as people say. Isn’t this the same guy who took responsibility for things that were none of his business but he did so just to help others?

And don’t get me started on the fact he isn’t dumb at all. He’s an idiot because he’s uneducated but his brain power is above average. I played Reiji’s route awhile now and there was this chapter where Reiji helped Yui study for her math test but only after a timeskip she managed to get a right result while in Ayato’s after story, there was the same scene but with different characters and Ayato was able to learn very fast after Yui explained to him and even she found that amazing about him because he started getting all answers right. After I got interested in young blood, I came to the conclusion that he was the only Sakamaki brother who found something suspicious about the ceremony and planned to investigate it. I recall a few other moments but I’m curious to hear if you got a favourite one.

I hope this ask wasn’t too long ;w; I tried to fit my thoughts in but it’s ok if you don’t have time to answer it soon ^^

// So many languages in this word, but you decided to speak FACTS!

The reasons why some people start hating on certain characters, are incredibly embarrassing. Just tell me you didn’t pay attention to the story, without actually telling me that you didn’t pay attention to the story.

They had previously complained about him being too bratty and arrogant, but now that his true side has been revealed, they are still dissatisfied since he is not the "edgy and complex" vampire boyfriend they wanted him to be. Do you like such characters? Good for you but only because you have a preference towards those, doesn’t mean you should tell others how much their bias sucks… it’s just so uncalled??

As you said, something I have always found admirable about Ayato is his ability to be pure-hearted, despite his background. I can’t say anyone got much love yet… Beatrix was strict but she canonically loved both of her children, Christa was mentally ill and had her crazy episodes but it was shown that she still loved and cared for Subaru, and then there’s Cordelia, who truly didn’t show or feel any sort of love towards any of her children. In DF, I’m sure she regretted her actions but saying that she loved Ayato, Kanato and Laito would be an exaggeration. It’s no surprise that the triplets turned out so twisted when they didn’t get a taste of affection or kindness AT ALL. And Ayato’s side goes beyond that, since he literally was the piñata of so many characters.

In YB, he was used as bait, betrayed, and brutally knocked down by ghouls, as well as beaten up to the point of almost getting killed.

In Ayato’s character book, it was confirmed that Cordelia threw him in the lake every time he didn’t study. He had several near-death experiences as a result of her, and she frequently whipped and beat him up.

In the DF prologue, Carla and Shin sent the wolves to especially attack Ayato, not Yui, but Ayato thought they were going after her, so he sacrificed himself for her and used himself as shield so as she wouldn’t get hurt. He got severely injured that in some routes it takes a lot of time until he wakes up from the coma.

In Kino’s LE route, he burns Ayato alive and beats him up afterwards.

Last but not least, he got the Adam curse when he was a child and that’s so painful because it basically means drowning in a state of despair and insanity, until getting to taste something similar to that fig.

final YB chapter

Didn’t count the emotional and mental abuse but the physical one was INSANE. Despite so much torture, even if some of his actions were wrong too, most of the time he continued to value his life and to be empathetic and forgiving to those who mistreated him.

Let's not forget that we're talking about vampires here, who will always be more wicked than humans because, although not inherently evil, they still have a predator instinct, but what's truly fascinating about Ayato's character is that he has such a good soul in spite of learning from an early age that there is no kindness in this world. It's no surprise that Karlheinz was taken aback.

Moreover, I thought everyone was aware that Ayato isn’t actually stupid?? A bunch of his dumb moments are merely used for generating laughter and they’re not meant to be taken seriously. People also need to understand that the Japanese audience loves this kind of characters. They consider him an idiot in the affectionate way, because the lack of knowledge and gullibility make him endearing in their eyes. They don’t think of him as a genuine idiot. After all, nobody would like a character who’s completely dense.

It’s true that he’s impulsive and uneducated, which leads to him making dumb choices but I agree that his brain works faster sometimes than the one of other characters.

One of my favorite scenes is the one in which he eavesdropped on Cordelia, hearing that she only gave Karl children for attention, and he was the only Sakamaki who rapidly succeeded in connecting all of the dots, regarding all of Karl's victims and him being the root of all evil, which was the best revelation reaction in DL. I also enjoyed how, while all of his brothers rushed to kill Karlheinz (except for Laito, who had no battle scene in his route), Ayato was the only one who was like, "I won't kill you because I'd lead your plan to success in that case," and he only killed him after Karl wanted to harm Yui. If you haven't played DF, I recommend saving Ayato's route for last because it provides the most satisfaction.

Don't be concerned about the length! I believe I wrote a lot as well haha, but that's because your ask was so interesting to read! You made some excellent points, and I'm glad you're one of those people that can comprehend a character! 🥹🩷