#it's complicated and messy and there is no black and white answer

[fjorests-of-wildemount]

If you think Orym is "going dark" I don't think you've been watching the same campaign I've been watching.

[uncookedfeeler]

CITRUS I🍋

Yuna x Reader

Tags : 4k, light smut, incest,

Part 2

Parenting is one of life's most transformative experiences. It is a journey filled with joy, growth, challenges and the commitment to raise and guide another human being. From the moment a child is born into the world, parents find themselves on a rollercoaster ride of endless new experiences, emotional highs and lows, and unwavering love.

Parents are caregivers, teachers and coaches, constantly trying to decipher their child's needs and feelings. While the joys of parenting are many, the challenges can be daunting. From sleepless nights with a newborn to the complexities of teenage rebellion, each stage of a child's development brings its own set of hurdles.

After more than fifty years on this planet, half of them with your wife, you're lucky enough to have a 20-year-old girl as your child. From day one she has been the ray of sunshine that lights up your life. She is the person you love most and will remain your most precious treasure until your last breath. But your relationship has changed a lot over the years. Your little princess has gone from being Daddy's little girl to a gorgeous woman who has been driving a wedge between you since she was a teenager. 

This distance has increased since she became a famous idol and now lives between the dormitory and your house, although she only stays when she wants to. 

As usual, you come home from work late in the evening and enter the lock code to get into your house. Unlike before, the lights are still out and the house is deserted. You leave your keys on the hall stand and walk into the living room, closing the SAS door behind you.

You sigh as you walk through the living room to your bedroom, the room a bit messy with some of your dirty clothes from the night before still on the tripod, you sit down on your bed to remove your tie and finally free your neck, your suit disappears and you put on more relaxed clothes. At the same time, your phone rings and you see the name of one of your colleagues on the display:

"Sorry to call so late, hope I'm not disturbing you?" says a soft voice at the other end of the line.

"Not at all, Mrs Bae, I just got home, what can I do for you?" you reply, laughing.

"The CEO wants to see you in his office tomorrow, he came by earlier but you already left, he said he wants to talk about the last contract you secured". 

"Ahahah, the old man already knows it seems, ok ok, noted I'll meet him tomorrow, have a good night Ms.Bae".

"You too, Director"

You put your phone on the bed before returning to the kitchen to prepare your meal and pour yourself a well-deserved beer. With your face still in the fridge, you hear the front door open and a familiar voice echo through the room with a simple "I'm home, I'm tired! "

You immediately know who it is and reply, "Welcome my darling, good to see you home, how was your day, are you hungry?"

Without answering, you see a young woman with red hair jumping onto the sofa. 

"Yuna, please take off your shoes before entering the house, and at least take off your jacket, it's quite warm in the house," you begin to reproach your only child.

"Daddy, please don't start, I've already lost my mind today with the girls, leave me alone!" the young woman cries in obvious annoyance.

The routine is back and you make the effort to take off her shoes while she is lying on her stomach on the sofa, you notice her outfit for the day, a black leather jacket hiding a nice white t-shirt and beige trousers, so you take the opportunity to complicate your princess. 

"That's a nice outfit, darling."

"Thank you," she replies, blushing.

You put the shoes down in the hallway next to yours and see her already absorbed in her phone, so you try to get the conversation going again:

"What happened to make my little Yuna so upset?" you say.

"I'm not 13 anymore, Dad, you can call me by my first name".

"Ah ah, sorry, Yuna".

"Those bitches stole my concept for the shoot, we had to choose a fruit and we had matching colour outfits, during the pre-shoot meeting we agreed and as luck would have it today they used their "maknae shoot last" rule and took my fruit!!! "

"Please don't shout, so what happened after that?" you try to calm her down.

"What do you think, I got to the shoot and all that was left were shitty concepts, seriously, who the fuck thinks it's sexy to have a lemon in the middle of a t-shirt, they're going to laugh so hard at me for the pictures, I'm so ashamed, I left right after the shoot," she says as she stands up and faces you.

You can see the sadness in her eyes and you want to hug her and tell her that everything will be fine, but now that she's looking at you, you realise that she probably forgot to take off the famous shirt and with great regret you put a big smile on your face, almost on the verge of tears.

"No, darling, I'm sure it's a great shirt," you reply with difficulty.

"PAPA!!!, WHY ARE YOU SNIGGERING?" the young idol cries before following your eyes to her T-shirt, her face falling as she finally realises the reason, you're so sorry, but the situation is really too funny.

As you wipe your eyes you see your princess's blood red eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks and she slaps you hard in the face "I FUCKING HATE YOU, JUST FUCKING DIE YOU AND MOM" before running into her room, 

For the second time in your life you feel that pain, the pain you feel when you hurt someone you love, just like your wife did 7 years ago. 

The pain on your cheek is almost non-existent, unlike the pain in your heart. You admit that Yuna has become very withdrawn since your wife's departure, and that your clumsiness with her has hurt her before, but never to this extent.

On the one hand, your authority has been challenged once again, and for the first time she's dared to raise a hand to you. On the other hand, there is a deep sadness that hurts you, but also makes you deeply regret your actions.

You hear your daughter's cries through the door and, with a feeble step, you knock on the door before entering.

"Baby....i'm so sorry" you see her lying on her bed, her head in her pillow, her crying stops when she raises her head and looks at you, her face is turned upside down, her make-up has run down her face. Seeing your child like that tears your heart out, even though you're responsible.

"Just go, just go like Mum, you don't even like me, do you? I'm ashamed of you, go and die," she said in a cold, mean tone.

"Baby... "Hearing these words from your little princess hurts and brings tears to your eyes, so you get down on your knees to continue your apology.

"Forgive me," you tell her as your tears begin to fall, Yuna continues to reject you and her words only drive nails into your feelings, you've surely done the irreparable and you decide to get up and leave her room.

You have ruined your last family relationship with the person who meant the most to you. 

"I'll bring you dinner later, just rest," you say in an emotionless tone as you grab the door handle to leave.

Your steps towards the living room are slow and your body heavy, only to suddenly hear someone running behind you, the door slamming against the wall, and feel your sweet daughter's body against your back as she tries to wrap her arms around you.

"PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE ME SORRY," the red one cries with all her hot tears.

You drop to your knees and take your only child in your arms and hold her close, her head is under your chin as she buries herself in your neck, you stroke her head with one hand while the other pats her back, her arms struggle to wrap around your waist but she clings tightly to you.

"I'm sorry darling, I'm sorry for everything, just let it go now, Daddy's here, I won't leave you, ever"

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I love you"

"I love you too, sweetheart"

You stay like this for many minutes before you plant a loving kiss on her forehead, a sign of your unconditional love for her. She's your treasure and the most important woman in your life.

Yuna's red eyes shine into yours and the young idol plants her lips on yours, the sensation is sweet and pleasant, you are morally in a dilemma, never in a million years would you have imagined kissing your daughter like this, but on the other hand you tell yourself that she's probably had too much rejection for today and is just trying to express her love for me. 

You allow your daughter to express her desires and she wraps her arms around your neck as you hold her kiss, her tongue meets yours in a first dance, the heat in the corridor rises as her body crashes against yours, you feel her small breasts against your chest and her perfume floods your nostrils.

"Yu..na," you try to stop her, tapping her shoulder as she literally tries to eat your lips.

The young idol slowly pulls back, leaving a trickle of drool between your two mouths. You see an incredibly sexy woman, her hair a mess, her breathing heavy and hot, her hands on your chest burning and her eyes devouring you like a hungry tigress.

"The redhead doesn't know what to say when she realises what she's done, her face turning scarlet as she rests her forehead on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault, are you tired?

She nods as you carry her to her room and tuck her into bed, one last kiss before sending your little princess off to dreamland.

"Good night, baby," you say to her as she seems to have gone far away.

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The night was harder than expected, and after a light dinner you went to bed with your head still full of the events of the evening, a flurry of emotions running through your body and mind, and faster than you could have imagined, the morning light appeared through your window.

It's almost 7am and you're getting ready for a long day. As soon as you wake up, your body starts to show its age and it takes you a long time to get dressed and get out of your room and into the kitchen. You decide on a quick, simple breakfast of fried egg and rice, and with this morning's appointment, you'll be ready to go in no time, having filled up on vitamins for the day despite your fatigue. As you prepare this, you hear Yuna's bedroom door open and see your daughter come into the kitchen, still wearing her white T-shirt, but her beige trousers have been replaced by blue shorts.

"Morning dad," she says shyly.

"Hi honey, no schedule today?"

"Not this morning," she replies quickly, shaking her head.

Neither of you seem comfortable with the conversation and you do your best to avoid meeting her gaze and vice versa. You discreetly exchange glances and smiles, the redhead in front of you is beautiful and you find yourself ogling her.

You continue to prepare breakfast, making sure you have enough for your daughter. The only exchange you've had since is asking her if she wants a coffee, which she refuses. You see her hovering around the table as if she wants to talk, then she finally gets up and goes behind your back to the fridge.

Then you look back over your shoulder, feel Yuna's embrace around your waist as she buries her face in your back, feel the warmth of her breath again and put your hands on hers.

"Are you all right, darling?"

"I'm sorry dad, my head has been on fire since yesterday, my body has been on fire since I saw you this morning, I just wanted to tell you that I love you very much," she answers as she places kisses on your spine.

You feel the tenderness of her lips on your skin as Yuna gently lifts your work shirt, you say nothing, letting your daughter express her feelings as Yuna's gentle attacks send electric shocks down your back.

"Please look at me," she says as she forces you to turn around, pulling you by your hips until your bottom is resting on the edge of the kitchen counter, face to face with your daughter, who is staring at you for the first time this morning.

Her eyes were trembling and she asked you in a soft, frightened voice: "Tell me you love me, Daddy", while she pressed her body against yours. You felt her soft breasts against your chest and she put her hands on the back of your neck. Your daughter brings her lips to yours, her eyes closed, waiting for you to confirm your feelings.

At this point your morality as a father is the only obstacle standing in the way of this relationship, your daughter may not realise it but it is an immoral relationship waiting to happen, your daughter is still looking for a way to fill the hole in her heart, the love of her members doesn't seem to be working for her and now she is relying on you, her father, to give her what she needs, it is a difficult choice but you are letting yourself be swallowed by the devil, your daughter's happiness is what matters.

You cupped her cheek with one hand before pressing your lips to hers as Yuna melted under the pressure of her emotions, you rediscovered the sensation of love and laid your daughter on the counter while maintaining the kiss.

Your daughter is now sitting on the worktop, the difference in height bringing her face level with yours, she grabs the back of your hair to pull you towards her, her legs wrapped around your hips, your lips still locked as your tongues meet again.

When the seal is finally broken, both your breaths are heavy and noisy, each under the hypnosis of its own pleasure, while your eyes are full of sparkles and plunge into each other's. Your princess's eyes shed small tears, which you hastily wipe away with your finger before giving her a long kiss on the forehead.

Daddy, my heart is going to explode,' she says as she takes your hand to her breast with her t-shirt, the feeling is even better than you had imagined, her small breasts are firm and pleasant to touch, as you gently knead her breasts, the young woman makes little moans that express the pleasure she is receiving.

"Yuna... do you like what Daddy is doing?"

She nods "I want to feel your hand on my skin," she replies as she takes both your hands and places them under her t-shirt, right on her breasts.

"Do you like my lemons daddy? squeeze them hard please" Yuna's sexy face and her words echo in your brain as your hands work on her juicy fruit.

The tension in the room rises and you place your mouth on her little lemon, which you have been kneading for a few minutes, you attack her nipple with your tongue while you suck, hoping to suck something, you alternate your hands, now covered with little red spots, your daughter moans with pleasure and prevents you from withdrawing.

"Daddy, suck on them, play with my little lemons that you love so much, they're yours".

All this excitement had made you hot and a knot had formed in your trousers. Your lips left her two Susson-marked mounds and now attacked her defenceless neck, licking it from bottom to top, following her carotid artery and planting long kisses under her jaw, making her tremble before she gently pushed you away.

"Dad, let me take care of you too, I've been feeling your lump on my leg for a while now".

Your daughter begins to unbuckle your belt, then your trousers, until she can finally see your underpants and cock. Then your daughter puts her hand on the front of your briefs to rub your cock, and you see her other hand go down her shorts, probably to check the state of her briefs.

"I'm soaking wet, keep playing with my tits and come and touch me down there while I take care of you".

Your daughter's hand reaches through your shorts and grabs your cock to stroke it gently, on your side you slide one of your hands up her thigh to her panties and rub her slit directly against her skin, she's wet and you can feel a small bush above her entrance, you wiggle your fingers up and down, taking the opportunity to go back and kiss your princess who moans at your actions.

Yuna's technique isn't the best, but who can blame her, the poor thing is fighting against her own body and the way she arched her back as you delicately knocked on her pussy door, freeing her lips from your kiss, the young idol expressed with volume what she was feeling,

♥Hmm....♥Ah....Papa, continue ♥Hmm, ah....♥

Your daughter's moans are like music to your ears and she quickly lets you know that her orgasm is coming as your fingers begin to penetrate her pussy from the inside, you feel little spasms running down her body and her pussy dripping with wetness, as you pull your fingers out you see the deception in her eyes before devouring her with your mouth, forcing her to let go of your cock in the process. 

Your cock is extremely hard after Yuna's work but your pleasure is not your priority as your tongue slides up and down your daughter's slit, her juices are delicious and you suck them in to capture the taste of her naughty hole in your memory. Her grip on your thin hair is powerful and she blocks your head with her legs as you finally hear the release.

"Daddy, I'm going to come, it's happening, da..." before she can finish her own sentence, stopped by her pleasure, Yuna comes all over your now wet face and falls onto her back on the worktop.

"Are you OK, sweetie?" you ask her, a little worried as she suddenly falls backwards, the pressure of her legs freeing you and you see a close-up of your daughter lying on her back in front of you, her face red and wrung out, her hair falling in the air on the other side of the table, her breasts exposed and marked by your many hickeys and her pretty pink pussy that you've just finished devouring.

You grab both her hands and pull her towards you so that she's at your full height, then you take her in your arms as if you were comforting a small child.

"You're so hard daddy, you can do it if you want to," she says with a little hesitation and tired eyes, then you notice that your cock is at the same height as her pussy.

The choice seems obvious but at the same time you don't want to take it lightly and spoil the moment, the lack of time and place is not what you want to give your princess who is offering herself to you so you shake your head in refusal then plant a long kiss on her lips.

"Not now baby, another time," you reply as you start to pull away from her, only to feel her hand holding you back.

"At least let me make you feel better, I want to make you feel better too," she says as she grabs your cock and starts to jerk it like before.

"Do you like it when I rub your naughty cock? Why does a father turn on his daughter so much?" Yuna tries to be provocative to arouse you, but the tone is off and her lack of experience is glaring, you just smile under your daughter's true words.

Your orgasm builds as Yuna experiments with your cock, trying to give you as much pleasure as possible. You put your hands on her tits again and play with them, which doesn't seem to bother her, far from it.

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"Daddy?"

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"Yes, sweetie?

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"You know ... if you want my lemons to give you their juice, you'll have to give me yours first," she said, pointing to her pussy.

The image crosses your mind, the image of a father and daughter kissing the fruit of their forbidden love, a father giving his love to his daughter and a daughter giving birth to that love, your excitement and shame explode as your cock comes to paint the lower part of your daughter's body, her pussy and thighs marked by your essence.

I'm sorry, I'll clean you up,' you say, looking for something to wipe your cum-filled daughter with.

"It's OK, I'll do it myself,' she says as she scoops up the white liquid and brings it to her mouth.

Any young man would have been revitalised to see such a beautiful woman collecting cum on her body, but your cock is now in a less than glorious state and you pull up your trousers, taking care to get dressed.

"It's almost time darling, I have to go," you tell her as you haven't eaten or slept well, it's going to be a long day.

"Wait," she replies as she approaches you, still naked, "don't forget my goodbye kiss," as she presses her lips hard against yours, then whispers, "we'll continue tonight, I love you.

Your body and mind may be in bad shape, but knowing your princess will be there for you tonight fills your heart with a feeling you've been missing.

Later, in your car on the way to work, you get a notification that someone you're following has just started a live stream, obviously it's Yuna, she's the only one you follow, you pick up the stream on the way, but enough to hear your daughter say

My favourite fruit? mhhhhhhhhhh that's a good question, I'll go with lemon, it's a sweet fruit like me and TMI, but my dad loves lemons'.

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[riseatlantisss]

A New Beginning

Pairing : Astarion x gender neutral!reader, short and sweet one-shot

A/N: Minor spoilers for Astarion’s arc in BG3. The first half is from reader’s POV, the second half is from Astar’s POV, hope its not too confusing! Enjoy! Written while listening to this on repeat TW : mentions of abuse, trauma, PTSD, but most importantly : lotsss of cuddles

English isn’t my first language, sorry for any mistakes <3

It’s unlike anything else, the vivid pain of helpless past trauma that radiates through the body like a burn, the horror of it tight as a fist around the throat. Astarion knows it all too well. But in that moment, safe in his bed with the love of his life in his arms, the pain heals.

The room is pitch black as you wake up, except for the dim light of a candle glowing from your nightstand. The air around you feel cold, but the bed is warm and comfy. You don’t feel like getting up just yet. Astarion is laying on his side, facing you, eyes closed. Messy white curls are falling on his forehead and his arm is wrapped around your waist. You smile as you contemplate your so-called scary, blood-thirsty vampire boyfriend’s cute bedhead. He looks pretty damn adorable.

"You realise it's rude to stare, don't you?" Astarion says, voice gravelly and eyes still closed peacefully. "How did you know I was staring?" You ask, almost shocked. "It comes with being a vampire, darling!" He replies before tightening his grip around your waist and pulling you nearer. 

You chuckle and roll on top of him. He pulls you even closer and holds you there for a long, delicious moment. Your fingers clutch on his curly silver hair. Since Astarion made the shattering discovery that physical contact did not necessitate pain, he has been eager to use touch for comfort. Fortunately for you, when it comes to touching him, you can never get enough.

His fangs glimmer like daggers as he brushes them along your skin, devouring you with kisses, drawing his lips lower and lower until they are resting above your thrumming pulse dancing at your neck. His skin pale and his eyes red, burning brightly in the near-darkness, sharp and piercing, he glows in the dim light of the room.

The way Astarion feels in your arms—the mixture of fragility and tensile strength—makes the protectiveness surge in your chest. His warmth pierces straight through 200 years of vampiric cold. Sometimes you find yourself thinking about all the horrors he had to endure under Cazador’s control, and you shiver. You know how tough he is. Everyday he gets up to fight the same demons that left him so tired the night before. And that, my love, is bravery. You think, running your fingers through his hair and down his neck as he lets out a long sigh of joy and relief. You are so proud of him. He is free now and that’s what matters most but what’s done is done, and you’ll never be able to protect him from the past.

“Astarion, are – are you happy?” You timidly whisper, a barely noticeable worry in your voice.

Was he happy ? The words resonate in Astarion’s mind. No one ever asked him that. No one ever cared about his feelings. Never. Before you, it used to be simple. Someone else did all the thinking for him. He never had any question to answer. Hunt victims for Cazador, entertain Cazador, push through the pain of his constant abuse, and repeat. So fucking cruel, but so fucking simple. Now it is all so... complicated. Everything is different. Now, he has someone who truly cares for him ? A friend ? A lover ? Gods help him.  

But it's true. You hadn’t done anything but go out of your way to make Astarion happy since the day you’d met him. Even if he thought he was the last person that deserved to be happy. Yet every time he holds you in his arms, he is. He is the best kind of happy, a pure and wonderful happy that lights up his insides and makes his dead heart beat again. He actually didn’t think a vampire could get this happy. Brooding is in the job description. Angst is a part of the daily routine. Nobody can be a vampire without some anger issues and major emotional baggage. But in that moment, safe in his bed, holding the love of his life in his arms, he is nothing but happy. He is home. That is a gift and one he will be eternally grateful for.

Hoping actions would speak louder than words, he decides to keep quiet and pulls you in for a long, sweet kiss, holding you even tighter, never ever wanting to let you go.

“I love you,” he breathes softly after a while, keeping his mouth as close to yours as he can. “I love this. And I want it all.” 

[f4ll-for-you]

Complicated | Modern Aegon

This is dedicated to my ANGEL @valeskafics I hope you enjoy bby💖

Also a HUGE thank you to @arcielee, a writing goddess who helped me with this, you are amazing!!!🫶

Warnings: smut, mentions of drinking, Targaryens being rich snobs

Three months you’d been dating Aegon Targaryen, your best friend's older brother. After a year of pining after you, you’d finally given in and let him take you on a date, which of course, ended up with you in his bed the next morning. It took a month for you to believe he actually cared, given his fuckboy reputation that he needed to uphold. Luckily, you were happy to keep your relationship secret to avoid hurting Helaena's feelings, she didn't get along with her brother, and if she knew you were dating him you were sure she would feel betrayed. 

However, that was only the tip of the iceberg with Aegon's family. Rich, well connected, always throwing fancy dinner parties, nothing like the life you’d experienced growing up. To earn extra cash while at university, you’d often waitress at the parties, tending to Aegon's family and friends whilst they looked down on you, treating you like you were nothing and constantly forgetting your name. Yet another reason to keep your relationship secret.

Tonight, both you and Aegon were getting ready to go to the annual ‘Targaryen Family Gala’, both to attend in very different ways. You arrived at the house, through the ‘staff’ entrance, dressed in a white shirt and short black skirt, your apron basically covering it. You smirked to yourself, knowing Aegon's eyes would likely be on you most of the night. You wished Helena could be there, even if she was ‘one of them’ she always made things more bearable.

As the party began to liven up, you circled the guests, handing out champagne from the tray you were carrying. You watched Aegon in the corner with his mother, Alicent, watching her talk at him as if he were a child whilst rolling his eyes, looking up to the ceiling as if to ask for help. Making your way over, you offered them both a drink, smiling politely at the pair of them, Aegon’s cheeky wink going unnoticed by his mother. 

You continued gliding around the party, slipping in between slightly drunk, wealthy men and women. Readying another tray of drinks, you recognised two familiar voices speaking in a hushed tone, angrily going back and forth in conversation.

“Aegon look, you are twenty now, you are to carry on your father’s legacy and you must have someone suitable by your side to do it with,” you heard Alicent whisper-shout. 

“I don’t want to settle down, I’m enjoying myself, mother,” Aegon slurred, clearly having had one too many. 

“Anyway, there’s far too many options out there to settle for one,” he joked and Alicent scoffed in disgust. 

“There’s one now,” Aegon spoke, looking a tall blonde girl up and down, “I’ll be off.” He turned to smirk at his mother before walking away, enjoying her frustration and disappointment. 

Your heart dropped in your chest, you knew Aegon liked to keep up appearances, but you’d never had to watch it firsthand. A wave of anger filled your system, seeping through your body as your hands began to shake. You took a deep breath, two can play that game, you thought to yourself. 

For the rest of the evening, you flirted with each and every boy you came into contact with. You smiled innocently at Aegon every time he noticed, watching him clench his jaw at your actions.

Once his friends took an interest in you, it was game over; Aegon stormed over to you, grabbing your arm not so gently. He didn't care about the eyes of his family and friends staring at him in confusion as he dragged a waitress out of the large ballroom. “What the fuck was all that,” he growled at you, not even stopping to look at your expression before pulling you into the nearest room. 

He let go of your arm, walking further into the room, running his hands through his messy blonde locks. “Are you going to answer me Y/N?!” he shouted this time, still with his back to you. You smirked, enjoying how riled up he got because of your actions. 

“What did I do?” you shouted back, your anger from earlier refuelling. “What did you mean, Aegon, when you went off to ‘get to know’ that beautiful blonde earlier?” You asked, your words laced with jealousy. 

Aegon turned, meeting your eyes, looking shocked for a moment, before his usual cocky attitude resumed. “We agreed to keep this secret, I was merely acting the part,” he remarked, smirking at the redness in your cheeks caused by your rage. 

“As was I,” you spat, “so if you don’t mind, I’ll be getting back to my job.” Spinning around where you stood, hand reaching for the door handle. 

Before you could turn the handle, a rough hand grabbed your ponytail, pulling you back into his chest. “You’re not going back out there until everyone realises you’re fucking mine,” Aegon whispered into your ear, his breath hot on your neck, wetness pooling between your legs. 

Keeping one hand tightly around your ponytail, his other hand grabbed your hip, guiding you towards the back of the sofa and bending you over it. Your cunt clenched with anticipation as he palmed your ass, ripping your skirt up in one motion, making you almost bare in front of him. “Already wet for me, little slut,” he purred, looking at the damp patch of your panties. 

He slid one finger lightly up your clothed slit, making you stifle a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction he craved. Aegon pulled his hand away in response, quickly coming down to slap your bare ass. You jolted at the action, only making you soak your panties more. “I will do this until you moan for me” he threatened, you clenched again at the thought, rubbing your thighs together for some much needed friction. 

“So desperate, so stubborn,” Aegon crooned before landing another heavy slap to your reddened skin. 

Two, three, four more came before you broke, whimpering at his touch. “Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” he asked, leaning down towards your ear as he spoke. 

“Yes,” you whined, barely louder than a whisper, your eyes glassy with desperation. 

Before you could even think, you felt Aegon shove his fingers into you and began to pump them into and out with precision. The familiarity of his touch brought you close to your first high and you bite your bottom lip to try and stop the noises you desperately wanted to make.He released his harsh grip on your ponytail to your throat, lightly squeezing each side. The combination of his long fingers curling into you and his hand around your neck had you seeing stars, your first orgasm approached as you moaned loudly, tightening around him, his hand dripping with your juices. Aegon brought his fingers up to his mouth, savouring your taste like fine wine.

He then knelt behind you, barely giving you enough time to recover before attaching his mouth to your centre, licking up the juices he’d missed. “Mhm no, Aeg, too much,” you whimpered in response, trying to pull away from the overstimulation.

Aegon moaned into you as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back into his mouth as he dipped his tongue inside you. You were sure his fingers would leave marks, just like he wanted. “Fuck Aegon,” you couldn’t keep your moans at bay as he kitten licked you clit, brining you towards yet another orgasm. 

“So, fucking, perfect,” he spoke against you, the vibrations of his voice making you scream out in pleasure. 

He added two fingers into you once more, curling into your sweet spot as he lapped and sucked at your clit in unison. Your body began to shake as you came, screaming his name as you clutched onto the back of the large sofa. “That's it baby, let them know who owns you,” Aegon spoke as you rode out your high.

Aegon unzipped his trousers, his cock slapped up against his chest, his tip leaking precum. You looked back at him, eyes wide knowing what he was about to do, already feeling exhausted from your previous two releases. 

He pushed into your dripping cunt, giving no time to adjust to his size. The grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Fuck, so tight, you were made for me princess,” Aegon moaned and his hand returning to your hair, pulling you back into his chest to find a deeper angle. 

The new angle allowed him to once again reach your sweet spot. You could feel your cunt begin to flutter around his length. He moaned, relentless to chase his own release with a desperation to fill you with his pearly spend. Trembling, your climax washing over you, coaxing his own as he spilled into you. The pair of you scream each other's names in pleasure, forgetting the party down the hall. 

Aegon pulls out of you gently, caressing your cheek. “Do you think now is a bad time to tell my mother we’re dating?” he jokes, looking into your eyes. 

You look wearily up at him, a wide grin appearing on your face, “at least you’ve settled down.” 

[twig-tea]

10[ish] BL Boys People I Want Carnally

Tagged by @bengiyo who knows I am bad at short lists but also went over 10 on his own list, so everyone should just...not count as you scroll lol. Also warning that in the spirit of this tag game I am probably thirstier here than I've ever been on this site so if that isn't your jam, just scroll along!

BL characters who I absolutely Would, if given a chance (no homewrecking, we're playing by the rules of no-strings-no-relationship-just-getting-wrecked).

Mawin (Ingredients the Series)

Is it cheating to choose a character who basically is Jeff Satur? Maybe. But he's a musician with strong hands and emo hair and I am weak.

Dr. Jedi (Oxygen the Series)

I know we all blocked the doctor subplot from our minds. But this man was quiet, caring, and thirsting for years, he's got some pent-up aggression to get out and I volunteer as tribute. Also he's both extremely competent and a sad boi, two qualities I find very attractive. And that spiky hair is begging to be pulled.

Choi Yu Na (Semantic Error)

While the boys were running around being their messy selves, Yu Na was being a calm, competent, bisexual queen. The embodiment of "do I want to do her or be her", but in this case the answer is definitely both. Guh. I legitimately can't sentence when she's on the screen.

Gumpa (Not Me the series)

This show is of course filled with attractive men. But only one of them has built a found family and resistance group in his garage and was the only one who knew White wasn't Black, and look we've already established that competence is a kink of mine.

Namo (Not Me the series)

Ok but also Namo was smart enough to Not Get Involved, and she was artistic, and also gave off a kind of sad boi energy, and goddd her style in this. She wouldn't even need to do anything except let me worship her, I would do all the work.

Naruse Ryu (Ossan's Love: In the Sky)

Controversial but NGL one of the troubles I had with this AU S2 was that Naruse was so attractive I just wanted him to get laid and be happy. He's a competent, beautiful, confident, slightly bratty sad boi who isn't afraid to put you where he wants you; we could have fun.

YoonWon (The Eighth Sense)

This woman holds together the whole swim club, casually drinks everyone under the table, and gets her man, all while taking absolutely nothing seriously for most of the show. She can get me first.

Tua Phee (Dear Doctor, I'm Coming For Soul)

Tall, brooding, competent, caring, sad boi....clearly I have a type. Plus, he literally disappears, guaranteeing no complications.

In (180 Degrees Longitude)

OK YES I SEE A THEME [Note: Wang could also get it but I don't know if I could match his energy. In, on the other hand, this man looks like he jackhammers until you're done and then stares at a wall].

Yamato Kumai (Restart Tadaima no Ato De)

Please, no wonder Mitsuomi saw him and immediately latched on like a limpet. He's just the right amount of listless that he'd be down for whatever, but not enough that he wouldn't get into it.

Maya (Laws of Attraction)

The choice between Rose and Maya was EXCRUCIATING but while both could step on me, Maya would also let me step on them and I am nothing if not verse. Also the tattoos! And again do I need to repeat: Musicians have strong fingers.

Sunny (Our Dating Sim)

Extremely queer-coded, quiet, competent, tall, sad boi energy, would definitely tell me what she wants and expect that I meet her standards.

Kim (Diary of Tootsies)

NGL I love Natty in this show but she got elbowed out of the way by this man. We know from the show he has game, and we've already established I'm here for verse behaviour. Let's all ignore that he also has floppy hair.

Jay (Discipline Z: Vampire)

This was a close call with Ji Han (tall, floppy dark hair, sad boi, competent, we all know the drill by now) but in my heart of hearts honesty, when I think of Jay in her giant boots and her hacking skills I drool a little.

Daisy (Secret Crush on You)

I admit I don't usually prefer the 'innocence ready to be moulded' as a thing, but Daisy walks that confident/lack of confidence line so well that I think once they were comfortable we'd have fun and they could use me for practice all they want. [This is one in particular where I would 100% be down for a threesome. These two would not let you feel like a third wheel!]

Nawin (Laws of Attraction)

This is the man who defies all my rules and in breaking them is extremely hot. He's unhinged. He's massively entitled. He's baby. He's exactly the type to get obsessed after a one night stand. He's not particularly effective. AND YET. When he runs on screen covered in blood, wearing bloody knuckles, with a massive dorky grin on his face? Everything in me said IN ME (at least he has floppy hair, I am still predictable in one way).

ALRIGHT I'M STOPPING THERE.

tagging @wen-kexing-apologist @sorry-bonebag; @sparklyeyedhimbo; @respectthepetty; @isaksbestpillow; @slayerkitty; @wanderlust-in-my-soul

[spuffybot]

The Neil Gaiman stuff is bringing up some things for me. We all bring our own experiences to the table and we all see things through a biased lens. And I want to own that up front and say I’m not making any assertions about what happened.

But one thing really sticks out for me, personally about this story. Both women were young (18 and 21 at the time) and he was a much older, famous man.

Having experienced this dynamic myself when I was 20, it’s incredibly hard to untangle the messy lines of consent when you’re in that situation.

When we hear these stories we want it to be black and white. The perpetrator was clearly in the wrong and the victim was clearly victimized. It’s rarely that simple.

If you were to ask the man I was with at 20 if we did anything non consensual he would unequivocally say no.

If you were to ask me at 20 I would also say no.

If you were to ask me today I would say…kind of.

Kind of because I was so intimidated by him.

Kind of because I was so inexperienced that I didn’t event know what we were doing at times.

Kind of because I was extremely drunk on a few occasions.

Kind of because I wanted to impress him more than I wanted to listen to my own wants and needs.

What all of these leaves me with is the belief that we don’t yet have the language to unpack these types of encounters. Sexual harm and violence has been stigmatized for so long that victims are only now speaking out and being believed (a little.) When we begin exploring situations where communication, consent, and power are so complicated it can be hard to decipher.

For myself, I could not shake feelings of anger and guilt for many years. I didn’t understand why, because I had made the choice to be with him. Why did it feel out of my control? Why did I have this pain I didn’t understand?

Years later I learned things that helped give me context. He had sought out young girls who were fans, in some cases as young as 16. He had sworn us all to secrecy. He had lied about many things. I came to understand ways I had been manipulated, coerced, and bullied.

But I still wouldn’t say I didn’t consent, because I did. But how do we understand consent? How do these dynamics of power strip our agency and blur the lines of yes and no?

I don’t have the answers but I hope that we can collectively look at this story surrounding Neil with the nuance and compassion it deserves. What these women are describing is painful, emotionally complex, and it leaves scars that can last a lifetime. Power dynamics matter and when you are in a position of authority by having age and fame on your side, you have to understand what that can do.

There’s a knee jerk urge to say “well you just regret it now and that’s not fair” but this assumes that we live in a world where sex is equitable and everyone is committed to enthusiastic consent and mutual care. We don’t. We live in a world where people have deep rooted sexual shame and trauma, where dynamics between cis men and women are unbalanced and unhealthy, where consent is still a very recent part of the collective conversation.

If this is bringing things up for you, I’m here for you. If this is making you feel hopeless to see another male celebrity you love behave this way, please don’t lose hope. The more we talk openly about these types of situations the closer we get to a world where what I just described is not the status quo.

[actual-changeling]

Since you have been the first 'Crowley deserves to have his boundaries' person I have seen in the tags on weeks. What do you think about the talk in the fandom on how Crowley should have accepted going to Heaven 'to do good and stop the Apocalypse' and that 'he also rejected Aziraphale'? It personally gives me the creeps because the narrative makes clear that Heaven is a big white nightmare but the fandom seems to be taking the 'Aziraphale might jot be perfect' thing hard and therefore Heaven is fixable now...

Glad to know I am not alone in my little boundaries corner! I'm always here for discussions about it.

And, oh boy, do I have thoughts on that, let's see if I can get them to be somewhat coherent.

I am going to start this off with a metaphor of sorts and hopefully people will be able to follow along. I'm an older sibling and have a little sister, and we grew up in an incredibly abusive and neglectful household.

When I graduated high school, I moved out for university, which was literally the best thing to ever happen to me - I got away, I was/am free! Now I have to deal with the consequences of all that shit though.

If my sister asked me to come back so I can help her fix our mother (entirely theoretical btw she'd never lol) would it be the right thing to say yes? Should I give up my personal freedom, my life, the healing process I am right in the middle of, to go back to a household that broke me? So I can be trapped with a person that will never change again?

The answer is, of course, no. I feel bad for my sister and I am praying she will be able o move out soon, but me going back would not solve a single fucking thing. See where I'm going with this yet?

Crowley left heaven and landed on earth, which was ultimately good for him, but he has a lot to process and heal from; he's right in the middle of his own recovery.

Heaven will not change, it cannot be changed. The entire institution is working as intended, and the intention is to be abusive, manipulative, and have as much power over everyone as possible. You cannot fix that, you need to get rid of it.

Aziraphale has good intentions, but he is also still trapped in that abusive household because he never moved out, he is the sibling that stayed behind, just mentally instead of physically.

Hot take, but many people in this fandom are incapable of understanding that "Aziraphale is acting based on good intentions and is still actively being abused/traumatized" and "Aziraphale did bad and unhealthy things and his relationship with Crowley was co-dependent and toxic" are co-existing. Both are true.

Both. are. true.

He did messed up shit out of a trauma response, but he is still responsible for his actions, and at the same time he deserves a chance to heal and move on from it. Please, at this point I am begging people to understand that this is not a black and white issue.

Crowley did not reject Aziraphale, if anything, Aziraphale rejected him.

Crowley said no to returning to an abusive environment for an impossible task. Crowley said no to sacrificing his mental and physical health for something that he knows will not happen. Crowley, for the first time in his life, set a clear and final boundary and put himself and his life over Aziraphale's wishes.

That is a good thing. It is necessary.

Season 3 will not be about Aziraphale fixing heaven or preventing the second coming (if anything it'll be accidental just like in season 1). It's going to be about him finding his way out of his abusive household and into a healthy environment in which they're both free and can heal.

Apart AND together.

It's not happily ever after, it's not perfect romance, it's not "soul-mates" or anything. It is messy, it is real, it is complicated, and I am so fucking tired of seeing it reduced to "love conquers all".

[whatdudtheysay]

Businessman Toji x f!reader ୨ part 2 ୧

Part two of the last blog postt

Hope you like this 👀

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CW - rough sex, spanking, name calling, jealous sex, makeup sex, non spoken consent, Toji is low-key hypocritical but he redeems himself, slight fluff at the end ♡

A/n - took me 3/4 hours so enjoyy. If anyone requests it I'll do a part 3 (Not proofread or grammar checked cus I was lazy 💀)

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Your complicated work relationship with Toji was frustrating.

To the public, you were just his assistant, there to help him with whatever problem he had but once the doors were closed, you were his plaything.

Toji would shower you with kisses and the best sex you've ever had and call you his and only his. He even wanted to go public with your 'situationship' at some point but you refused. You knew this could cause rumours and you didn't want to effect his reputation in any way. Especially since he was doing amazing for himself.

The only problem you faced with this whole façade was that there was no label on it. You didn't mind at first but it began to get on your nerves.

Especially when one of his ex flings came running back to him during your work hours.

You were in toji's office when it happened, the door suddenly opening with one of toji's bodyguards holding a guilty expression, in front of the big man was a girl dressed in a tight purple dress. Brown highlights contrasting her blonde hair. She gave me a slight glance before walking towards Toji, slamming her hands onto the table.

"Toji! Why didn't you invite me to the gala tonight!"

That was where you were both heading to next. A charity gala that toji's business partner - Gojo - was hosting. Despite your complaining, toji made it clear that he was taking you as his plus one.

"Busy." Toji replied, typing away on his computer. He clicked his fingers and the bodyguard came over to the young woman.

"Miss pearl, you need to leave now." He instructed.

The lady glared at him and looked like she was going to throw a tantrum. Instead of doing so, she stomped out.

Once the bodyguard left, you wanted to ask Toji about it but decided not to. Since he was 'busy.'

After your work hours, Toji took you back home, telling you he'd be back to pick you up for the event.

You took the time to shower and pamper yourself, taking care with your makeup and putting on perfume, before looking between the three gala dresses toji had bought for you, choosing the rose gold mermaid dress that had a slit at the side, reaching your mid thigh, a fluffy shawl that came with it. You used the jewellery gift set Toji had also given you, rings, a necklace and dangly earrings, as well as bangles . You wrapped the shawl around you and slipped into the heels. You took a look at yourself in the mirror. Sometimes you felt like you were toji's sugar baby rather than whatever sex relationship you had.

You thought back to the girl that had come by and just as you did, your phone buzzed, toji's caller ID flashing on your phone.

"Yea?" You asked, grabbing your purse as you answered.

"I'm outside. Get your ass down here."

You rolled your eyes before hanging up, sliding your phone, keys and purse into your purse before turning your bedroom lights off, going through your house and making sure everything was okay before finally leaving your apartment, easily spotting toji's sports car in the front. You slid in, making sure you had everything before you set off.

You were a few minutes into the ride, glancing over at toji every few minutes.

How could you not stare though? He was wearing a jet black suit, the few buttons at the top of his white shirt undone to give off a somewhat messy and undeniably sexy look, the silver chain laid on his chest teasing even further. His rings that hugged his thick fingers as well as the watch on his wrist.

"You good?" Toji asked, his grip on the wheel tightening.

You made a small 'mhm' sound.

"Who was that girl that came in today?" You asked as nonchalantly as possible.

"Just an ex fling."

Your brow furrowed, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

"When was the last time?" You asked, fingers playing with the gold rings on your fingers.

Toji hummed in confusion.

"The last time you slept together."

He tensed up slightly once he reached a red light before sighing.

"Last week."

Ouch. You don't know why but knowing he was still sleeping with other women whilst sleeping with you was like a punch of reality that knocked the air out of your lungs.

"I see." You trailed off.

You had no right to be jealous. You weren't dating. Just fooling around with no strings attached. That's all.

But why did you feel upset?

Sure you liked him and toji knew that all too well but neither of you decided to talk about what you thought the relationship was. Instead, deciding to just live in the moment.

The rest of the ride was silent, with Toji focused on the road whilst you were on your phone from time to time or just looking outside at the scenery passing by.

Five minutes passed and you both arrived at one of Gojo's charity buildings. You both got out and walked up the red carpet, Toji leading you along with him as news reporters and journalists took photos and begged Toji to look their way.

You, however, didn't really need to worry about the press. Another perk of having this whole thing be a secret. A butler and maid lead you both into the building, the sounds of light music playing from the grand hall. You both entered, greeted by many guests and people who worked with Gojo.

You were amazed at everything. You had only ever been to business dinners with Toji in the past but this was even better.

"Ah, Toji! Glad you could make it!" Gojo smiled, walking up to you both, a girl wrapped tightly around his arm.

"Melissa, this is Mr fushiguro and his personal assistant, y/n."

You smiled at the lady and she returned hers, even wider.

"I'm Melissa, Gojo's girlfriend."

You admired the woman. She was dressed in a tight long mauve dress that had a deep v cut and thin straps, her long hair curled and flowing down her back. She was undeniably gorgeous and you couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of her beauty.

"How bout you two go talk whilst Toji and I talk business?"

Melissa nodded, detaching herself from Gojo and instead grabbing you, leading you away and through crowds of people.

Gojo hummed and signalled for a server to come over. He took two glasses of champagne and handed one to Toji.

"So. How is it with you and y/n?"

Toji rolled his eyes.

"That's what you mean by business?"

Gojo shrugged.

"I'm a man of culture, what can I say? Now what's up. You getting lucky tonight?"

Toji shrugged.

"Probably not." He murmured, taking a large sip of the bubbly liquid.

"And why's that? You fuck up?"

Toji nodded.

"Lizzy came by the office."

"Shitt, that girl who you picked up at Geto's birthday?"

Toji nodded.

"She asked for the last time I slept with her and I told her the truth..Even though she didn't say anything I can tell she's upset about it." Toji hummed, sipping the rest of his drink while looking for where you and Melissa had walked off to.

Gojo shrugged.

"Well, guess you'll just be stuck with ya hand tonight, hm?"

Toji rolled his eyes whilst his friend patted his back.

"Am I late to the party?" Gojo and Toji turned to see Geto, dressed in a light grey suit.

"Not at all. We were just talking about how toji's not gonna get lucky tonight -" Gojo blabbered, downing the rest of his drink, a server coming to his side almost immediately to take the empty glass from both him and toji.

"Ahh, I see." Geto hummed. "That's her right?" Geto nodded to the side, toji followed his gaze to see you at the side with Melissa and some other girls, all of you having what looked like a good conversation.

"Yeah." Toji trailed off. Admiring how amazing you looked. Your hair, your smile, your makeup, the gold jewels complimenting your skin tone, your hips and curves and the hip dips he loved too much. You were so perfect yet. Too perfect.

"She's pretty." Geto commented, breaking Toji from his trance. "Sexy too."

Toji's brow furrowed.

"You two aren't dating?" Geto asked, looking back at Toji.

Toji glanced at both the men in front of him before shaking his head.

"We just fuck around sometimes. That's all." Toji revealed. "Why you askin'?"

Geto shrugged.

"You might not be getting lucky but maybe I will."

Toji grit his teeth, trying to maintain a plain face. Geto getting his hands on you? Not a chance. He looked over at you, still engaging in a conversation with Melissa and the others.

"You think it's that easy? She's too good for you." Toji scoffed.

Geto shrugged.

"You got some of that," Geto hummed. "Why won't I be able to?"

Because she's mine.

That's what Toji wanted to say. But it wasn't true. You weren't his. You didn't owe him anything. You were just a fuck buddy and so was he to you. You could sleep with any man you wanted to, just like he did with other women too.

"Do what you want." Toji dismissed.

Geto's eyes practically lit up. He didn't need toji's permission to get with you but hearing it was always something he couldn't get enough of.

Without wasting anymore time, Geto walked over to you. Toji watched with Gojo who had a teasing look on his face.

"You sure you want him to hit on her?" Gojo asked. "Geto is quite the flirt."

Toji shrugged.

"She's not my girlfriend and I'm not her boyfriend. Why should I care who she sleeps with?"

Even though Toji said this, he couldn't ignore the feeling of jealousy clawing at his leg.

You on the other hand, were having a fabulous time. You were worried about all the girls here being bitchy and stuck up but instead Melissa introduced you to the nicest girls you had ever met, they all shared similar interests to you which you could all talk for hours on.

Your conversation however was interrupted by a deep voice.

"Excuse me ladies,"

You all looked over and saw Geto standing in front of you all. His eyes locked on yours.

"Can I borrow y/n for a moment?"

The girls all looked at you with teasing looks, pushing you towards him. You awkwardly walked away from the group.

"Does Toji need anything?" You asked thoughtfully. You knew Geto only from business areas and you couldn't lie, he was an attractive man and him in a suit was even better.

"No. I wanted to see how you were doing."

He glanced behind him and before you could look to see what he was looking at, he turned back around, leaning down to where your ear was.

"I can show you some places around here if you want."

Your cheeks became warmer as his breath tickled the hairs on your ear.

"Come on, it'll be fun."

And just like that, he lead you out of the grand hall.

Toji was frustrated. Frustrated at the way Geto glanced at him, a smirk on his face. Frustrated at the way he whispered against your ear. Frustrated at how easy it was for him to lead you somewhere else.

Toji bit the inside of his cheek, signalling a server to come over with more drinks, causing Gojo to laugh.

"What'd you expect from the one and only Geto?" He chuckled. "Don't worry too much though."

Toji didn't listen to anything Gojo was saying however, instead, downing another drink.

"Calm down, aren't you driving home?"

Toji sighed, ruffling his hair. He looked around and saw you were nowhere to be seen.

"Gonna go to the bathroom." Toji murmured, leaving Gojo without another thought.

He was thinking about you as he exited, he looked outside the big windows and saw paparazzi were still outside. He didn't want to storm out as it would cause confusion but did you really go home with Geto so easily?

In short.

No.

You were with Geto, yes. But you never left the party. Instead you were on a balcony on the fourth floor, leaning on the railing and staring at the river that was on the other side of the brick wall surrounding the building.

"Wow, it's really pretty." You smiled, hugging the shawl around your chest as the wind blew.

"It is.." Geto hummed, scanning your form with more ease since you were closer. Toji was a lucky bastard. Geto had only been with you for about 20 minutes tonight but he already knew he wasn't going to sleep with you.

He knew damn well that you had a thing for Toji and that toji did too, he was just too much of a pussy to accept actual feelings for someone instead of just lust.

Even though Toji and him did butt heads from time to time, he would never betray a friend, especially toji.

"So.... you're into Toji?"

His question caught you off guard and you found yourself stunned, trying to find an answer.

"Well..... I'm not sure." You eventually revealed. "I'm confused."

Geto raised a brow.

"Why's that?" He asked, moving closer and resting on the railing beside you.

"You won't tell him?" You asked, cheeks heating up.

"I pinky promise." Geto smiled, raising his finger. You interlocked yours and for some reason you felt the tension raise.

"Well, I'm confused because I don't know if I should let myself have these feelings. For starters, we basically crossed boundaries with this whole secrecy thing and I've liked him for a while now...." You confessed, playing with your necklace.

"I want to have....some kind of relationship with him and I don't mind if it's not public but...I feel like Toji has lots of boundaries and prefers to have...options."

Geto knew all too well. He was partially the same.

"So that's why I just don't complain about it...I like being around him anyways so this is enough for -"

Geto suddenly cornered you against the railing.

"Shhh."

You heard footsteps coming and looked up at Geto, your face flushed.

"Trust me?"

You gulped before nodding slightly.

Just as a shadow came from the open doorway, Geto leaned down, giving you a soft but passionate kiss. You were surprised at the suddenness, reluctantly kissing him back once his hands rubbed against your hips.

"What the actual fuck."

You both broke the kiss and saw Toji staring at you both, his deep green eyes piercing through the two of you.

"Toji-"

"What's wrong? Did they start the auctioning already?" Geto interrupted.

Toji narrowed his eyes at him and instead walked to you, grabbing you by your arm roughly.

"We're leaving."

Toji dragged you from Geto, causing you to stumble slightly. You glanced at Geto to see him calmly resting against the railing, waving at you lightly.

You barely had time to think about it before Toji dragged you down the stairs.

"Wait- Toji- The press. They'll see us!"

"It's fine. There's a back entrance."

Toji dragged you through the back, strategically taking you through a route back to his car. He opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in before slamming it shut, making you flinch.

Toji got into the driver's seat, immediately starting the car, pulling out of the parking space a bit too fast and recklessly than you liked.

Toji pressed his foot against the gas, your nerves going off as he passed a red light, other cars' horns going off as he did so.

"Toji!" You yelled.

This time he slowed down, taking time to glance at you before focusing on the road. You noticed the route. It was the one back to his place.

You felt yourself grow more nervous. It was just a kiss. Why was he so riled up. You should be the most jealous one. Who knows how many people he had slept with?

It didn't take long for you to reach his mansion. He drove up the hill, stopping in front of the door, turning the engine off and getting out of the car.

Your throat suddenly felt dry once Toji came to your side, opening your door and grabbing your arm.

"Hey! I can walk by myself." You complained, trying to wriggle free from his grasp.

The front door opened and one of his butlers greeted him. Toji didn't return the greeting, instead you did for him, not wanting to be rude.

He led you upstairs and into his master bedroom, ignoring your complaints and whines.

Once you were both inside, he shut the door behind him, the only light being the ones that were left on that were atop of his bedside tables.

He slid his watch off, placing it on his coffee table, a hand moving into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes.

Toji knew how much you despised smoking. You had practically lectured him the first time he did it in front of you, but he was too annoyed to care and you were too nervous to try.

"Toji." You broke the silence. Watching as he lit it, placing the pack and lighter on the table before collapsing on his couch, taking low draws. "Why are you so hypocritical?"

He glanced at you. You had your arms crossed, eyes glaring at him while your face was blank.

"S'cuse me?" He asked, getting up and taking a few more puffs.

"You can sleep with the entire female population if you had the chance but I can't kiss one guy without being treated like shit?" You scoffed, shrugging your shawl off your shoulders.

Toji watched you, his brows knitted together. He took another draw from his cigarette. It hadn't reached the stub yet but Toji couldn't care less, walking past you to his shelves, pushing the cigarette against an ashtray.

"Didn't say you couldn't kiss the bastard."

"But you decided to drag me back to your place?"

You turned to face him and he looked back at you, dropping the cigarette in the glass plate before walking over to you.

"Geto is a man whore. You'd be better off with any other man."

You raised a brow. "But you think you're a better candidate? Give me a break, Toji. Just admit it. You're jealous."

"Jealous?" Toji scoffed. "I don't give a shit who you decide to fuck."

You rolled your eyes.

"Fine. I'm going back to the event." You stated, walking past him. "Pretty sure he'd be able to fuck me better too-"

Before you could open the door, Toji pushed you against the hard wood, not wasting any time before ripping the material of the dress, making you look back at him.

"Hey!"

You didn't buy the dress, obviously. But the dress was almost over 500,000. Hearing him rip it as if it was nothing made you slightly annoyed.

"I'll buy you another dress." Toji dismissed, tugging the straps of the dress down to free your breasts, playing with your hard buds.

"You're impossible-" you breathed, leaning against him more as his hands groped your chest. You were trying to stay mad but the pleasure he was giving you just from touching your breasts was amazing.

"Thought you said Geto would be able to fuck you better? How can you say that when you're getting turned on just from having your tits squeezed?" Toji taunted, moving to bite your neck, his hands moving from your chest to rip off the rest of your dress, revealing the thong you had chosen to wear.

"Hah, you were really planning to sleep with that fucker, hm?" Toji's finger hooked onto the thin skimpy material, pulling it up against your pussy.

In reality, you had really worn it for him, hoping that he'd have you crying over his dick tonight. You were partially getting what you wanted tonight.

Toji's hand suddenly landed on your ass, making you yelp in surprise.

"You think he can handle you?" Toji asked, delivering another heavy slap against your ass, making tears swell in your eyes.

You held back a sob from the heaviness of the blows delivered. "Of course...I would've found out if you hadn't appeared so quickly-"

Toji dragged you away from the door, pushing you onto the bed instead, immediately pulling off his suit and shirt, tugging down his pants afterwards to show his hard cock, precum leaking from his tip.

"Since you wanna fuck someone so bad, I'll give you what you want." Toji laughed, sliding a hair through his jet black hair before spreading your legs wider.

"Waitwait-" you stammered, you aren't gonna prep me?"

You looked down at toji's dick, watching his hand slowly pump his length. You knew it was going to hurt. Even with three or four orgasms worth of prepping, it was still hard to take toji whole. You didn't wanna think about no prep

"No. Should've done that with Geto." Toji shrugged.

You felt scared once he lined himself up with you. Luckily, his fingers trailed up to your lips, pushing past them. You lathered them in saliva watching as he hummed in delight, taking them out after and spreading your spit on his dick.

"You know that dick hungry whores don't deserve good girl treatment." Toji smirked, pushing himself into you.

You almost screamed as he bottomed out, your walls squeezing him tightly.

You tried to push away from his hips, his fast thrusts making your mind go blank as the pain mixed with the pleasure sweetly.

"Fuck- I can't -" you breathlessly moaned, toes curling against the cool sheets.

"You're gonna fucking take it, y/n" he growled against your ear, picking up his pace.

You whimpered, your mind clouding in nothing but pleasure and the feeling of his dick moving in and out of you.

You were still mad obviously but right now your thoughts were pushed aside, the only thing you wanted to do was have your oh so sweet release.

Toji watched your eyes cloud with tears as he continued fucking into you. He wasn't worried at all. After all, you both had a safe word in place so if anything went wrong he knew when to stop.

His thumb moved between your legs, pushing against your clit and rubbing harshly. He noticed your moans become more high pitched, your legs closing around his hips whilst grinding against him, your eyes rolling back as your back arched.

"Fuck- Gonna cum-" you whined.

Toji smirked. Despite the circumstances he knew you were his and he wanted to be yours. Sure he did sleep with other women but none were the same as you. You were the only one he could be vulnerable with. The only one he cuddled and kissed gently after sex. Obviously he did aftercare with his flings and hookups but he felt somewhat empty. They were all just a distraction for him to run from his feelings.

Your nails digging against his hands brought him from his thoughts.

"Tojiii m' gonna-"

Toji pushed your thighs up to your chest, hitting your sweet spot and your orgasm was just there but sadly, out of reach.

"Fuck- Y/n! I-"

You don't know what you were expecting but you didn't expect this.

"Y/n! I- fuckk I love you. Love you so muchh-"

That was all you needed, your orgasm crashed over you and you were surprised when you felt Toji fill you up with his cum, making you let out a choked moan.

Toji continued fucking you through both your orgasms, the overstimulation making both of you whimper and moan. Your legs wrapped around him tighter.

"Toji-" you gasped, you felt another orgasm oncoming.

"Really- really do y/n- I love ya-" Toji moaned, whimpering slightly as he overcame the overstimulation from just cumming.

Your hands clawed at his back hungrily. You couldn't even form words at that moment. Tears rolling as your orgasm rushed over you again, biting into his shoulder. Toji grunted as your walls squeezed him, trying to milk his dick again.

Toji gave you a few more pounds before he finally spilled into you again, your eyes rolling at the amazing feeling of being filled up again.

Toji sighed against you, both of you hugging each other whilst you shuddered at the feeling of toji's cum overflowing your pussy, dripping down your ass.

"Toji.." you whispered, hand lightly patting his shoulder. As much as the feeling of him being on top of you comforted you and him, you could barely breathe.

"Toji- I can't breathe."

Toji reluctantly moved off of you and for the first time, you saw he was flustered, his cheeks were a deep shade of pink and he couldn't even look you in the eyes.

"Toji. Look at me." You whispered again.

He finally did and you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Did you mean it?" You asked, lightly tilting your head.

His blush deepened.

"course I did. You think I did it for the fun of it?"

You were about to reply, instead, sighing when Toji pulled out of you, his hand moving your thigh to watch as more of his cum spilled out of your entrance.

"Toji..." You murmured, watching his eyes meet yours again.

He shook his head slightly.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

Toji helped you both into his bathtub, both of you helping each other in cleaning up, moving back into the bedroom to see that the sheets had been changed. You blushed when you realized his house helps had probably heard you two fucking like rabbits.

Toji helped lather your body in lotion, being gentle on the bruises around your thighs and hips.

Finally, he dressed you in one of his favourite black shirts, opting for just some sweats to sleep in. You both laid in his bed and you felt awkward just watching Toji click through different channels on his flat screen, whilst you rested on his chest.

"Toji..we need to sort this out." You stated, catching his attention.

"Sort what?"

"Us....I don't want to continue a relationship like this if we aren't honest or talk to each other. And I don't like the idea of being another person you can just use to get your dick wet-"

Toji cut you off with a kiss, it was soft and slow. Toji moved away from you and sighed.

"I'm sorry princess, I've been ignoring your feelings as well " Toji sighed, softly patting your head. "I meant what I said and if you're willing to.."

He was basically saying the magic words.

"Of course I will!" You hurriedly accepted, kissing him gently.

Toji smiled against the kiss, wrapping his arms around you.

You moved from his lips. "But I don't want us to go public....yet."

Toji frowned slightly but knew there was no debating it.

"Fine... I'll wait for you."

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Side part

"Alright, pay up!" Gojo hummed.

Geto rolled his eyes.

"Told ya it'd only be 50 minutes before Toji lost control. Poor y/n though. Don't think she'll be working for a week."

Geto sighed, confirming the money transaction on his phone.

"Well, it was expected." Geto hummed. "Wanna go to the bar for a drink?"

"You know me too well."

[racefortheironthrone]

Given that the New Deal was passed, at least in part, by a Faustian bargain with Southern Segregationists, do you think it might take a similar bargain to pass a New Deal 2.0, even if the US were to somehow elect a president of FDR's talent again?

The TLDR answer to your question is no, because the party alignments are completely different from where they were in the 1930s.

Even by the standards of American politics, the New Deal coalition was a particularly messy and complicated one: the core of the party was still the "solid" white South that was committed to Jim Crow even as it was internally divided between the corrupt "courthouse rings" machines and the populists who had fuelled Bryan's hegemony within the party and Northern immigrant workers, but even this core was radically different from the 19th century one in that the Northern contingent was increasingly made up of Jews, Poles, and other Eastern Europeans as opposed to being solely Irish.

These newer immigrants were not only more left-wing than a lot of their Irish antecedents, which created some tension with the white Southern delegation, but their very identity as Jews and Catholics were more "controversial" at a time when the revived Klan of the 1920s very much considered Jews, Catholics, and other "new immigrants" to be as much of a threat to their vision of an all-WASP America as non-white people. Hence why the Democratic Party divided around Al Smith.

And then in 1936, the coalition expanded when African-American voters in the North shifted en masse into the Democratic Party and immediately began acting as a bloc to push for both an expansion of the New Deal and to shift the Democratic Party away from Jim Crow and toward civil rights. (This period of the "long civil rights movement" has been a particularly fruitful one for historians.) This coalition that included both black voters and their mortal enemies was always going to be an unstable one, although it did persist for many decades.

However, in the decades since the 1990s, we've seen a partisan realignment that has made the American party system much more ideologically "compact" than it used to be - conservative white voters both in the South and the Midwest are now voting solidly Republican where they used to vote for conservative Democrats for Congress and local office, while college-educated voters are now voting much more Democratic than they were in the 1980s when there was still a lingering influence of the Rockefeller Republican.

That's not to say there's not internal negotiations within the party coalitions, but the divisions are much narrower than they used to be. Thus, a negotiation on a "Second New Deal" in the event of a Democratic trifecta would largely be between left-wing, liberal, and moderate Democrats - because there aren't really conservative Democrats any more. Similarly, the reverse on the Republican side would be between different flavors of right-wingers, because there aren't really any moderates or liberals left in the Republican coalition.

[dragonfly0808]

I know you’ve answered this several times before but what’s everyone’s current style like (since its possible it’s changed)

This is actually in my character sheets so I’ll give their style with a few examples of colors and fave clothing and stuff like that.

This will get way too detailed but I don’t care, I’ve been waiting for this moment.

Bloom: I don’t know how to describe her style, maybe casual street style but a little cute?

Her main colors are blue, yellow, light orange and the tiniest dash of pink. Bell bottom jeans and high tops are her staple. Other favorites are: thrift shirts, graphic T’s, simple form fitting blouses. Messy ponytails.

Later on her style becomes just a bit more elaborate (in part thanks to the other girls influencing her style) and she incorporates cropped cardigans, pattern jeans and collard shirts. She loves using small flames but doesn’t wear a lot of red. Doesn’t like heels. Messy buns are her fave (she can often be seen with a pencil holding up her hair). ALSO, her staple is bell-bottom jeans and she uses a lot of sweetheart necklines as a way to honor Daphne since that was Daphne’s fave.

Stella: She’s just starcore and artsy fashion.

Her main colors are gold, orange, yellow and green. Later on starts using dark blues and silvers as she gets more in touch with her moon magic.

She wears chain belts, dozens of matching sets (crop shirt and skirt) bralette croptops, mini skirts, high waisted shorts, silk satin fabric (lots of satin fabric), sequins and glitter. Gold jewelry and *extra* shoes, wears heels almost all the time. And her hair is always straightened.

Her style doesn’t so much change as it does just… mature over time, she still wears her glitter and sequins just with more… I don’t want to say taste but more strategically if that makes sense. She experiments more with shapes and overall she does appear a little more mature. She also starts curling her hair a little more often.

Flora: A mix of bohemian and cottagecore aesthetic.

Her main colors are pink and green. Overtime she starts mixing in more neutral colors like beige, white and light greys and browns along with blues and lilac.

She wears puff sleeves, sheer blouses, ribbon corsets and long flowing skirts. She wears cute lace and lots of tull. Simple shoes. Platforms and comfortable heels and ankle boots. She always has braid crowns and accent braids.

Overtime she incorporates even more romantic silhouettes, wrap shirts, translucent shirts over tops, and more complicated shapes for her skirts. She loved showing off her shoulders and back but is at a stage in which she isn’t doing such and is wearing more long sleeved shirts. She also wears more big earings, not just hoops but also big stars and hears and moons and stuff like that. The braids remain but now her favorite kind are waterfall braids.

Musa: She starts off goth/emo but at season 3 I feel like she’s shifting becoming more goth/punk.

Her main colors are dark red and black. Overtime she incorporates dark blues and royal purples.

She wears lots of leather, strappy croptops, fishnets, plaid, checkered patterns, combat boots, chunky platforms, tight mesh tops and big jeans. Her staple is red eyeliner.

Overtime she starts wearing more chains, leg/armwarmers for the aesthetic, chokers, more leather skirts and fishnets with patterns. She loves space buns. And cropped sweaters. Big sweatshirts and lose jeans. Her staple is still red eyeliner but she starts wearing dark lipsticks, dark purple, black, etc.

Tecna: She’s kind of futuristic cyber-punk.

Her main colors are purple and green, later on incorporates silver, blues and whites.

She wears a lot of deconstructed tops and pants. Long boots, irridescent fabric. Cargo pants are her favorite, the more pockets the better. Neon colors and long sleeves.

She starts wearing a lot of bomber jackets (Stella makes her some with dozens of pockets). Visible hemlines, stamped designs (idk how to explain it) black tops and baggy pants.

Aisha: she starts off kind of not really having a style of her own and just wearing the same stuff she does to do sports and dance but over the course of season 2 and 3 she finds she really loves and embraces street style

Her main colors are tans and neutral tones at first, as she discovers herself she incorporates blues, aquas, greens, black but keeps her tans as well.

As her style develops she starts with more sporty streetwear but evolves to just streetwear, cool sweatpants, tracksuits, jerseys, leggings, knee high socks, jumpsuits and sneakers. Cargo shirts.

She incorporates cut-out tops, wide leg pants, platform boots, long necklaces and satin tops as well as interesting patterns for her tops.

Sky: Simple style, becomes a bit more fancy over time

His main colors are blues and yellows. Incorporates oranges and dark green overtime along with neutral tones.

During the swticharoo he mainly wears plain t’s, collared shirts, simple jackets, comfy sneakers and jeans.

After that he wears more ‘styllistic’ shirts and really cool shoes not sure how else to describe it and he honestly doesn’t care that much so that’s as much as he does when he’s not in prince mode. In prince mode he goes all out, long leather boots, capes and velvet.

Brandon: Sporty casual (is that a thing?) becomes more skater boy aesthetic by the day

His main colors are green and white, starts using more dark red and dark blue overtime

He wears tight shirts, vans and either simple or ripped jeans. Printed shirts and lots of weird, but cool, patterns for his shirts. Starts wearing more converses and jackets with patches.

Helia: my boy is very preppy but in a soft way if that makes sense

His main colors are beige and pale yellow and neutral colors, he incorporates pale greens and blues and reds.

He wears a lot of chinos, soft cardigans and collared shirts as well as knitted sweaters and vans that he paints on .

He incorporates overtime blazers, button ups, scarves, pullovers, soft vests and loose… what are they called? Those romeo-like shirts you know the ones. But he still wears exclusively long sleeves unless he’s in the dorm or with just the squad.

Riven: He starts off very street style but after he starts living with his grandparents his street style starts incorporating some punk elements (yes, he was influenced by Musa but he will never admit it)

His main colors are dark red, dark blue and grays. He incorporates more blacks, greens and different shades of red.

Bomber jackets are his staple in season 1. He also wears leather jackets, cropped t’s, graphic t’s, ripped jeans and simple shirts with stickers as well as sneakers.

Overtime he incorporates, hightops, plain sleeveless shirts, black cargo pants and darker bomber jackets with patches. He starts wearing a lot of rings and his sister always paints his nails black. He’ll occasionally ask Musa to do his eyeliner.

Timmy: I love Timmy but he is low-key hopeless. He’s just nerd

His main colors are yellows and oranges, he wears more greens and neutral tones overtime.

He wears simple t-shirts with colored sleeves, baggy jeans and cotton shirts, sneakers and layers. He has 1 jean jacket that he loves more than life itself, both his mom and Stella keep trying to burn it because it’s that old but he guards it with his life.

He starts wearing more button up shirts, turtlenecks and slightly less baggy jeans. He gets shirts with cute patterns (he has one with kitten paws) or graphic t-shirts from fandoms. He also wears a newer jean jacket with patches that Stella made but still has the old one.

Nabu: he has a cool casual style if that makes sense? Not sure?

His main colors are purples, blues, grays and neutral tones.

He wears chinos, button up shirts, cool vans, loose sweaters. Cool long sleeved, loose shirts. Leather bracelets and hawaiian-style shirts only with patterns that are more ‘fashionable’.

Fire-round for the Trix’s styles in season 1 since all fashion has gone out the window for them for different reasons.

Icy: main colors; blues and silvers

HIGH PONYTAIL, leather skirts, crystals and crop tops. Thigh high boots, belts, strappy tops high heels and mini skirts with chains.

Stormy: main colors; dark reds, black and blue

Punk. Ripped fishnets, black, ripped graphic t’s, belts, off-shoulder shirts and plaid shirts over black bras.

Darcy: main colors; purple, yellow and grays.

Long bell pants, vests and blazers. Circles/weird patters, small sunglasses. Platforms and simple crop tops.

There!

Now, you may be asking, Dragonfly did you seriously just HAVE THIS in your fucking character sheets since before season 1 began?

…yes, yes I did. I HAD A LOT OF FREE TIME AND IT WAS PART OF THE CHARACTERIZATION. Also I was pissed at what Fate did with fashion and that’s why s1 had a lot of descriptions of what the girls were wearing

Also also, fun fact, I found in Stormy’s character sheet that her real name was going to be Rita? And I just didn’t remember I’d already decided her real name and just changed it to Willow and I hadn’t remembered the name change until now? So uh… yeah?

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

[shallowrambles]

Hunter Heroici haunts me, because it says chasing happiness can’t be solely about running away

i.e. you have to face your actions and integrate the good and the bad parts of your psyche

Apple Pie Life for Sam is, in this view, a meager half-life, a false “Charming Acres” wrapped in golden hues, like a happy gas that blots out all the harder parts of living. Compared to Hunting, the Romanticized Home Life is The Balm of Escape.

And in this same episode, we have Cas goofing off with the whole “becoming a hunter and interrogating the cat” stuff. He’s having a grand ole time and he knows he’s Being Silly with it. Here, the Idealized Hunting with Friends Life is Cas's Apple Pie, The Balm of Escape from brutal soldierhood.

As mirage-home is to Sam, silly-hunting is to Cas. (Here, perhaps Sam & Dean are Cas’s symbolic Ben & Lisa, which is also why he tends to want to shield them from harsh world of Heavenly War.)

The specter of The Apple Pie life, when carried to its extreme, can be a false, idealized happiness. (It's not happiness itself that is the problem. It's that it's not an integrated happiness when it's weighted too far into escapism.) This "fantasy-life” is in sharp contrast to the messy business of living your life as your complicated, imperfect self and showing all your warts to those around you.

And yet it’s important to note that the tempting traps of penance & suicide loom large in this season, too...

Dean's blood-donation (coded-as-organ-donation-in-the-form-of-a-cooler) symbolizes his tendency to sustain the life of Others at his own expense; i.e. sustaining Benny’s addiction-in-order-to-keep-him-on-the-straight-and-narrow (and even bearing some of Sam’s parallel struggles)

Dean's simplified Purgatory world of black-and-white kill-or-be-killed (no-mistakes-can-be-made-here-no-one-can-let-me-down-here) is his False Answer to ending the difficult decision-making associated with hunting in a complex world AND maladaptively dealing with disappointment

Cas's staying-behind-in-Purgatory is metaphorical-suicide for what he did to Heaven (and yet, Heaven comes to rescue him; he cannot escape)

Later, Cas's Heaven trials are his False Answer to ending the difficult decision-making associated with Endless Heavenly Wars

And of course, Sam's Hell trials are his False Answer to ending the difficult decision-making associated with hunting in a world overrun with threats

These are ALL different kinds of extremes of “checking out of life,” and they will all learn that this extreme of not integrating both the Good & Bad parts, and of giving up Self to serve Others, is as unsustainable as is diving into the drunken happy kind of escapism.

It's about integration: family + past actions + mistakes + internal wants + personal needs + duty & obligations.

The path to the Apple Pie Life is in obliterating its Romanticization. The path to Penance is in truly valuing the Imperfect Self.

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

Hmm...I dunno.

I feel like something that's been bothering me is that I feel like RWBY is as much about questioning the idea of treating life as a fairy tale.

When we hear about Fairy Tales, as is portrayed by RWBY, it's sometimes seen as either a silly fantasy, or as a necessary morality tale, or as a righteous path to be followed.

Or in the case of Ozma, a means to try to piece together and frame his life and the neverending misery he's in.

But the point about RWBY I've come to the conclusion about is that it's a story that actively questions why we treat people's stories as a fairy tale AT ALL.

Not every story should be so black and white, or at the least it shouldn't be treated so black and white. And it feels like the story is going out of it's way to question why we're so keen on shoving the story into the narratively black and white moral framework of a fairy tale, when it's plainly clear that life isn't a fairy tale at all.

Life is consistently portrayed as messy, complicated, where people can take the wrong meanings from other people's stories, or find inspiration in ways that can be seen by others as overlooking the complicated nature of what really happened.

Take Pyrrha. Her mom framed her ultimate sacrifice as something positive, that she knew what she needed to do and everything.

But the actual Pyrrha was a complicated mess of a person who was put into a terrible situation where there wasn't really a good answer at all. It was no fairy tale, but a tragedy where the moral wasn't straightforward, if it existed at all.

Fairy Tales boil things down to easy morality tales with good and bad examples, while often times conflating or removing the nuances of the situation entirely.

I dunno if I'm doing a good job explaining this or not.

With that in mind, reducing Neo's situation (and arguably even Salem and Cinders' situation) to being a bog-standard "they will be proven completely wrong and used as the bad example in a fairy tale" situation doesn't sit right with me. Because I think the actual situation is going to be substantially more complex than we give it credit for.

Oh it's definitely going to be more complex. It's Neo herself who will simplify it, because that's what she's always done. She took the entire millennia long battle between Salem and Ozma and turned it into her personal revenge story. She repeatedly refuses to consider other people as their own agents and not supporting characters to her protagonist. So of course she's going to decide she's The Hero and ironically condemn herself to the role of minor villain. It's what she's always done.

And while RWBY is more complicated than fairy tales, it is not a stranger to bad examples. Pyrrha dying because she went off on her own, Ironwood dying because he tried to hold up Atlas alone, Ozma dying over and over and over because he wouldn't trust people. The moral of how dangerous it is to see yourself as a lone hero is repeatedly stressed. And I highly doubt Neo is going to break the streak, especially since she's effectively used her Semblance to become her own friends and cut off everyone else. Her character arc and the tone of the story don't support her suddenly getting to cheat her way past the character development the tree demands.

[sakuranoumi]

Fandom: Shaman King Flowers

Characters: Yosuke, Kagome

Word Count: 912

This fic is for that one anon on Aonik's tumbler and Aonik too I guess. There's art this was based off of and y'all welcome its becoming public now. Also I got the AU wrong to for the art. Whoops?

Kagome's not stupid. She's seen the IOUs scattered around Yosuke's messy apartment when he thinks no one's looking. They're loans really, with interest rates so high they're only meant to bury someone alive. She doesn't know why Yosuke feels the need to flash around money he doesn't have. He could have less debt living out of a modest apartment and dressed in the simple attire of his youth. Instead he's 21, dressed to the nines, and suffocating under whatever self imposed persona he has.

She's never given the impression she's into money has she?

Yet she doesn't say no to the single shoulder dark blue dress that hugs her perfectly and has a slit up one leg. She should turn it down because she see's the IOU for it peeking out from under a fashion magazine on the coffee table, but she looks so damn good in it. If Yosuke wants to destroy himself then she should get to have one night where she doesn't have to worry about him.

When Yosuke comes out of his bedroom she half expects him to be in a coat with tails.

“Something wrong?” Yosuke asks, adjusting his bow tie and unaware of what she's just been looking at.

“Just not what I was expecting. It's modest for you these days,” Kagome answers, taking in the black suspenders over his white dress shirt. Her eye's glance at the IOU as she nudges it further out of sight and she has to wonder if all of his budget for whatever this is went to her.

“When you're crashing a party it's best not to standout,” Yosuke answers, his arms snaking around her waist and a little lower than she'd prefer.

“We're crashing a party? I thought this was for your job?”

What job she's not sure. She's pretty sure Yosuke should be homeless yet he always defies all odds and she allows herself to keep following it blindly.

“It is,” Yosuke answers, before his eyes narrow, “I wasn't invited.”

“You're not even going to get in the door.”

If they are dressed this nicely then it has to be a high class event. Someone is going to be watching the door ensuring only those on the guest list enter.

“I can just reattach the tags and your can return it and get your money back.”

“Keep it. It looks good,” Yosuke whispers pulling her closer.

She has her clutch up and blocking Yosuke before his lips can try anything. She loves him, she really does, but she also doesn't like whatever he's become. She wants the old Yosuke back. She's not going to let him kiss her with those lying lips.

“I'm not stupid, Yosuke,” she replies, prying his fingers off easily so she can reach down and grab the IOU and shove it at him. “You've got hundreds of these littered around. I thought your mom taught you good spending habits?”

“Everyone has a little debt, Kagome,” Yosuke shrugs.

“This isn't a little debt. Do you even have any money? Do you think I won't look at you if you're poor?”

“It's complicated,” Yosuke huffs.

“It's not,” Kagome answers poking a finger at his chest, “I don't care what you can or can't buy me Kamogawa Yosuke. I care about the nerdy little boy I went to school with before whatever this is happened.”

“Then you're wasting your time, Kagome. He's dead. He's dead because nobody cared, but now somebody does.”

“Using you so you wrack up a debt isn't caring, Yosuke, and you're wrong. I've always cared about you.”

“Well you shouldn't have,” Yosuke yells, and Kagome's not sure the last time she's seen him get truly angry. It's a crack in the mask. It's a glimpse back at the boy who faded away.

“We can get this under control,” Kagome softens, her hand cupping Yosuke's face.

“I'm not taking you down with me,” Yosuke mumbles, not meeting her eyes.

“That's not your choice, Yosuke. It's mine.”

“Just keep the dress and leave. I don't feel like going out anymore.”

He's defeated and she doesn't know why. She's always reaching her hand out to him and he always refuses it. She doesn't understand why he doesn't want to be pulled up from whatever pit he's in.

“I'm sorry,” Kagome whispers, but it's too late. He's shut down again. He's closed off. What was supposed to be another nice evening is ruined before it's even started. It seems all they do is fight. Maybe it's all Yosuke thinks he deserves.

She leaves him because staying never accomplishes anything. The IOUs keep piling up. He refuses to listen to reason, and Kagome can only break her own heart so much.

The IOU for her dress sits crumpled in her hand. She'll return it or at least she'll try her best to return it without the receipt because Yosuke would never give that to her. She'll find the rest of the money as well. She can't pay off all of Yosuke's debt but she can at least pay off this one. She can march into the building of the Yahabe corporation and see at least what Yosuke has gotten himself into that he insists he can't get back out of.

She'll save him. She'll save him even if he'll never look at her again for doing it.

[unofficialadamtaurus]

Like a week ago you answered an ask about how the black trailer could’ve hinted at Adam being an abuser etc etc and it made me realize how much my own projection colored my view of Adam. I project HARD onto Blake. I started watching RWBY right after volume 2 finished and I honestly interpreted him as an abusive ex from the beginning but only because things paralleled MY experience. My abuser would’ve caught me if I fell. I used to draw him sometimes as a coping mechanism to get him out of my head and because it was hard to let him go even when it was right thing. Ironically, I used to think then portrayal of Adam as an abuser and Blake as a victim was so well-done (though I always thought the way the white fang plot was handled was super racist. I never hated Adam as a character) but since I read that a week ago I’ve been thinking about it more and realized that I was just interpreting so much that simply was not actually in the show, lol

Part of the reason it took me so long to answer this ask is that it prompted some genuine reflection on my part. In the past, I've looked at the relationship between Blake and Adam, at the discussions and dissections of it and the theoretical abuse in the show, and wondered how anyone could see what the show presented as any kind of compelling arc of an abuse survivor breaking free and healing.

Any time someone brought up those kinds of sympathetic connections, I wondered if they were serious. If they were, I wondered how they could possibly find catharsis in RWBY's presentation. There are, I thought to myself, so many other shows that do these kinds of arcs better, so RWBY should not get any kind of credit for doing it badly.

Blake drawing Adam when he abused her? Confusing at best.

Blake's there-again-gone-again backbone when standing up to Adam? Terrible writing.

Adam catching Blake when she fell and never giving a single hint of that kind of character before the Beacon confrontation? More terrible writing.

But stepping back and looking at it from a different perspective - yours - I realize that I was being a callous asshole about it. Something being badly written doesn't stop people from forming attachments to it or seeing pieces of themselves in it. I mean, c'mon, the hypocrisy of me seeing bits of myself in Adam's self destructive rage yet refusing to see how someone could sympathize with Blake? You have to laugh.

Besides, abuse isn't a concrete experience. It's wrong of me to say that "Blake doing X means she cannot have been abused" because, as you've pointed out, there are abuse survivors out there who have undoubtedly done what she does. People are messy and complicated and the ways they deal with messy and complicated things don't always make sense to an outside observer.

That said, there is a chasm between fictional media and real life. I think there are many, many things the show could have done to better sell the abuse angle to the audience, which I stated in that post all those weeks ago. The show has the advantage of not being limited to Blake's perception of the world; one or two cutaways during scenes preceding Beacon, even in the Black trailer itself, could show Adam's supposed facade dropping when Blake is unaware. (And yes, much of this lacking foreshadowing/exposition is due to the issue that the abuse angle may not have been planned from the start.)

The abuse in canon is a black hole of supposition. There is as much evidence to support it as there is to refute it and much of the evidence on both sides falls to personal interpretation. Thus we get situations like this, situations in which you - someone with experience - fill in (subconsciously or otherwise) what the show does not have to strengthen the story in your own eyes. Then I, someone without that experience, look at the same show and, rather than filling in those gaps, trip over them.

I'll be more cognizant of this interplay between personal experience and canon in the future. I knew it existed, of course, but I didn't realize the extent to which it could affect someone's enjoyment of the show and its more lacking aspects.

I believe it would also be useful for people who enjoy the show and find themselves clashing with others over how "good" some aspect of it is to examine why they find a part of canon so compelling. Is it because what is strictly there in canon is compelling, or is it because they are filling in the gaps with personal experience and emotion?

Thanks for giving me a look behind a curtain I hadn't even realized warranted investigation.

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Stand Strong: Defending Against Extreme Ideologies

Extremism thrives on division. It feeds on fear, isolation, and the rejection of reason. When an ideology refuses to compromise, it threatens the very foundation of democracy—respect for others and the search for common ground.

In times like these, we must stand firm. The answer isn’t to meet extremism with extremism. Instead, it’s about holding on to truth, evidence, and compassion. This isn’t about winning arguments. It’s about defending human dignity and justice.

Extremists want you to believe that dialogue is a weakness. It’s not. A commitment to evidence and fairness isn’t a sign of defeat. It’s strength. The power lies in our ability to reject the black-and-white thinking they rely on and stand firmly in the messy, complicated truth.

Facts matter. Compassion matters. And, most importantly, refusing to let extreme voices drown out decency and reason—that matters most of all.

So stand tall. Speak up. And never give in to the forces that seek to divide us. Together, we protect what is most precious—our shared humanity.

[valerienrhapsody]

Chapter 6: One of Them

One hour until midnight.

It was the kind of relief that made her knees shake and the rhythm of her heart stutter from the sheer unloading of tension to know that Jesse had been telling the truth about his intentions to see her home safely. At this rate, they were bound to reach the house before her mother even got home. Despite the upturn of her circumstances, the car ride was more anxious than it had been on the first journey, neither of them saying a word, no radio to fill the silence between them. Evaine was lost in thought, still failing to make sense of all that she’d seen and heard back at Logan’s.

One of them. Those final words before she’d blacked out, before his violent death, repeated in her head over and over again as she stared unblinking out the passenger window. She couldn’t seem to wipe the image of his empty stare from the forefront of her mind, couldn’t shuck off that feeling of sinking realization when it had finally clicked that he was dead. 

Her hand, where she still grasped the rag against the cut on her palm, tightened into a fist at the memory of her desperate fight for life, and she welcomed the sting of pain that reminded her she was the one still living.

Say goodnight, freak.

“Are you going through shock?” Jesse finally asked, breaking the silence. He didn’t take his eyes off the road, but there was a stern set to his brow and mouth that suggested concern.

It took Evaine a moment to gather her thoughts before she could think of an answer. She was certainly shocked by everything she had witnessed that night, but she felt relatively in control of her emotions, not like she was going to panic or pass out just yet. “I don’t think so.”

“Why not? Most people would be freaking out by now,” he said with a short, incredulous laugh. He sounded frustrated by her lack of reaction. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“I’m thinking about Jensen Calloway.” She could have choked on the empty, aching pit in her chest when she said his name out loud, the tangible identity of the dead man. Her would-be murderer. “He wasn’t at the monster house for me. He was there for you, wasn’t he? That makes you…one of them. A freak; that’s what he called me.”

Jesse didn’t offer any reply. Something about his expression had grown incrementally darker even as his features smoothed over so as to be unreadable. His grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” she asked of him, unable to keep the note of stress from her voice. 

Jesse’s eyes flicked to look over at her, both suspicious and appraising, before quickly refocusing on the road. He thought over his words carefully, taking enough time that Evaine began to worry that he might just ignore her all the way home rather than endure her questioning.

“There are things that I can’t say. Things I shouldn’t say.” His words came slow and measured like he was still waging some internal debate about where this conversation was going and what shape it would take. “There are some who would have me persecuted for even showing you as much as I have tonight simply for the fact that you aren’t like me. Even if Louis turns out to be right and you are cursed, those people who value secrecy above all else would rather you be left to your own fate than lift a finger to help.”

He paused speaking again, and Evaine had to hold her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from blurting out anything that might discourage him from his current course. Even though he had yet to say anything of consequence, the anticipation of his next words made her heart pick up speed, like she knew just by the gravity of his tone that he was about to turn her world inside out yet again.

“It’s not right,” he said with definitive sharpness, sounding at last like he’d made up his mind. “I don’t believe you should be condemned to ignorance just because your blood runs differently than mine. The truth is…tonight you stumbled into something complicated and messy and dangerous. People like me and Louis and everyone you saw back there at Logan’s—we’re not like you.”

He glanced at her again, expectant this time, like he was daring her to put voice to her desires and take that final step toward uncovering a truth that would change her forever. He would not say anything further unless she invited him to do so, and she saw the opportunity for what it was: her last chance to change her mind, to go back home and resume her life as if this night had never happened. It was almost silly, she thought, that he would think she could turn back now, like the choice hadn’t been made for her the moment those hands wrapped around her throat.

“What are you?”

“Not human.” He watched her instead of the road, his hand on the wheel as steady as ever, daring her to finally freak out on him. “Vampire.”

“Vampire…” she echoed on a deep inhale, keeping her wits only by sheer determination to see this through. Her first instinct was to write it off as a lie or a bad joke because it obviously couldn’t be true. Immortal blood drinkers, the unholy scourge of the night; this was the stuff of fiction, same as magic and curses, there was no way—but she forced that instinct to take a back seat as she considered him, everything he had shown her this night, and she felt it like a knowing deep in her gut that he was telling her the truth. She gazed back at him as all this rushed through her head, her eyes locked onto his, reflecting red with every street lamp that flashed by, and all the mysterious little details about him suddenly started to fall into place. “You ripped a man’s heart out with your bare hands…”

Jesse’s mouth clamped shut, sharpening the lines of his already angular jaw. He didn’t seem to want to admit it as he returned his gaze to the road, and Evaine thought that if she were him, she would have a hard time coming to terms with such a deed. But he didn’t deny it, and that was enough. He had killed that man with hands stronger than any human’s, saved her life without a moment to spare.

“Jesse, how did you heal me?” Her stomach tightened to remember the pain of waking up with her throat crushed, but whatever he had done had taken it all away, mending her body with miraculous speed. That moment alone was enough to convince her that just maybe magic could be real. “What did you give me?”

“Blood,” he answered with less hesitation. He kept his focus on the road ahead, but Evaine caught the way he seemed to gulp unconsciously, adjusting in his seat with discomfort. She was sure that she was imagining it, but he almost looked embarrassed.   “Immortal blood can…well, it can bring you back.”

The shock of everything had been too fresh when it first happened; she hadn’t even thought to stop and ask what substance he had force-fed her while there were so many impossible things happening all at once. She looked down at her hand where she gripped Logan’s rag and finally let the stained cloth fall away, marveling at how the wound had already sealed itself over, a thin line of fresh pink skin being the only indicator that she’d even been injured.

“What will that do to me?” she asked, her mind conjuring a new fear of herself turning into a vampire just from that small taste of his blood. No more sun, no human food, no life…just death and darkness.

“Nothing untoward, I swear,” he assured her with a smirk of amusement at the look on her blanched face, but then his expression softened with sympathy as he continued to explain. “The eternal change isn’t so simple as sharing blood.”

Evaine nodded slowly, allowing herself the respite of a moment to process the mix of relief and a childish kind of disappointment that she would wake up tomorrow as normal as ever. She shook her head clear of such thoughts, and then she chose the next question she could think of, determined to keep the answers flowing.

“What was Jensen to you?” 

“A hunter,” Jesse answered coldly, his eyes dropping down to where his hands rested on the steering wheel as if he could still see the blood on them. “Not just any hunter, mind you. Any human could pick up a stake and crossbow and stalk the night, but Jensen Calloway was what we call a true hunter, gifted with superhuman powers and a divine purpose to hunt my kind. 

“That’s why it matters that he decided to attack you, because he doesn’t make mistakes, and his sense for recognizing the supernatural is unparalleled. It’s also a pretty big deal that he’s dead, as his kind are something of a rare breed. His absence won’t go unnoticed, and sooner or later, someone is going to come around and cause trouble.”

Evaine worried at her bottom lip as she thought, trying to make sense of it all. Vampires, now hunters, whatever the hell that eyeless woman back at Logan’s had been…God, she hoped she wasn’t going crazy.

“Why would he do that, Jesse?” she asked, finally getting to the part that made her feel cold with looming dread. “Is it because I’m…cursed like Louis said? And when someone comes looking for him, will they come for me, too?”

“I wish I could say for sure, but I really don’t know,” Jesse admitted with an apologetic shake of his head. “I have a friend who knows more about this stuff than me; if she were to examine you, she would definitely be able to give us some solid answers. If it’s curse magic, maybe she’ll know a way to fix it, and then the hunters would have no reason to bother you. But if anyone does come around asking questions, you tell them it was all my fault and that you had nothing to do with it. You were never even there, alright?”

Evaine liked the sound of that. She would never be able to erase the memories of what happened, but it was freeing to imagine that she could just step back and remove herself from the situation, one that she never should have fallen into in the first place. She could be safe from the monsters and hunters and whatever other kind of dangers might be lurking just around the corner, safe to focus on the one thing she knew she couldn’t simply ignore. 

“Could I really be cursed?” she asked quietly, noting how strange it sounded coming out of her mouth. She, whose life was about as un-magical as it got, who was still struggling with accepting that such things could even be real. “How would I know if I am? What does that even mean?”

“A curse is born of dark magic, and from what I know, that only comes from a place of hatred and pain,” Jesse said, searching Evaine’s face with a sideways look as if he was also realizing how strange it was to apply the description to her. “It’s something that’s meant to inflict suffering, to punish. Are…are you suffering, Evaine?”

“Just from bad luck,” she replied with an almost manic laugh of disbelief and a short wave at her general self to indicate everything that had happened to her in the last two hours.

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” The side of his mouth that Evaine could see pulled up into a little smile, but there was a remorseful kind of weight to it.

By that point, they had already crossed the Jericho town limit, headed toward Richmond Avenue. Evaine pointed out the turn to reach her own street, and with thirty minutes left until midnight, Jesse pulled the car up to the curb of her house. There were no lights on inside, so her mom hadn’t gotten home yet, and for that, Evaine was grateful. She needed time to wash the blood from her hair and get rid of what clothes she couldn’t save, and if she was seen wearing a stranger’s shirt, there would absolutely be an interrogation.

“Here we are,” Jesse said in something of an I-told-you-so tone as he shut off the car engine. “Safe and sound, as promised.”

Evaine looked up at the darkened house, remembering how keenly she had craved this moment when her hellish night would finally end. But now that it was time, now that all the fear and insanity had slowed to a halt, she felt frozen under the massive weight of how drastically her view of the world had changed, and how daunting it was to imagine what else she had yet to learn.

“What am I supposed to do now?” she asked weakly, exhaustion already pulling at the edges of her focus now that she was so close to peace and rest.

“First, you’re going to hand me your phone,” Jesse said, holding an expectant hand out to her, and when she immediately hesitated to oblige, he continued, “unless you’d prefer I show up in person and I introduce myself to your mother when it’s finally time to deal with this curse business.”

“No,” she said quickly, jumping to pry her cell phone from her jeans pocket. “No, phone is good.”

Jesse accepted the device from her, making a few quick taps across the screen as if he already knew exactly what he was looking for and where to find it. When his eyebrows made a sudden quirk of surprise, Evaine had no doubt that he had just found her contacts page where the list of names could be counted on one hand. He didn’t mention it, thankfully, and made a few more typing gestures before handing it back.

“And now, you’re going to go inside, lock your doors, and get some sleep. Enjoy a few days of normalcy while you still can,” he said, giving her a stern look as if to say that this advice was not to be taken lightly. “Tell your mother you had a dull evening if you insist you’re so friendless; stick to your routines, complain about work or school or whatever young people do these days.”

“I’m seventeen,” she clarified indignantly. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment, less for the distinction of any difference in their ages and more for the idea that he thought she was a child. He didn’t look to be more than five years older than her, if that, but it was only as an afterthought that she realized “vampire” probably threw all indications of age out the window. “And it’s school. That’s what I…complain about.”

He nodded at the confirmation, looking away out the window to hide his knowing smirk. “School it is, then. Go to class, keep your head down, and once I’ve dealt with the problem back at the house, I’ll reach out to my friend who can help. Can you handle this? Will you be alright until then?”

“Yeah,” she said, heaving in a deep breath to help bolster her confidence. “I’ll be okay. Thank you, Jesse, for…helping.”

She had to force her legs to get moving, stiff from the drive and the tackiness of dried blood in her jeans. Jesse didn’t move to follow her out of the car or try to walk her to the door, and for that she was grateful as the distance was already helping to refresh her mind, letting it sink in that she was home at last. 

The vehicle roared to life behind her as she shuffled across her lawn, and nearly halfway to the front door, she heard the sound of the car window being rolled down.

“Evaine,” he called out to her over the sound of the engine and the humming radio in the cabin. She glanced over her shoulder to meet his eyes, reluctant to turn back now that the front door was right there, practically within reach. “This should go without saying, but please don’t go out at night. Not alone, not after dark.”

She nodded once, and he didn’t wait for her reply before rolling his window back up and bringing a definitive end to their night together. She took the last few steps up to her front door and quickly locked herself inside the dark house, and only then did the car peel away from the curb and take off.

Evaine walked through her house like a zombie, her ears ringing with the silence and her mind sluggishly churning back through the events of the night. There were too many thoughts, and still so much mess to be sorted through, but for the time being, it was all she could do to push her questions and concerns aside and just let things be quiet for a while. Fumbling for light switches and door handles, she found her way to the bathroom and started the shower, climbing in shoes and all, and watched the blood run down the drain.