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holmsister · 5 months ago

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Ok, my long delayed post about Kabru and the Winged Lion. This does not end here, I'm adding more in a reblog.

Heavy on spoilers. Taking the extra material from @dunmeshistash who I apologise to as usual

Let's start here:

I don't care if you're a wasp you owe him 22 years of alimony

Two important takeaways here:

1) Kabru's hatred of monsters is caused not just by the Utaya catastrophe, but also from the fact that even before that, his unusual eye color was connected to monsters in local lore, and this led to ostracisation and, we can imagine, violence or at least the threat of violence towards him and his mother, serious enough that she escaped to Utaya, aka the place where the dungeon would kill her.

Kabru crucially does not place the fault for this on his father's family, but on himself for being born with 'monstrous eyes'. This is a normal way of reacting to ostracization in children, interiorising instead of projecting the trauma. It's much easier to imagine a world in which there's actually something wrong with you than one in which others might make you suffer for no reason. Monsters are also much more likely to be offered as an explanation by the adults than the actual more realistic explanations (infidelity or rape), which would not be considered appropriate.

This means that indirectly, child Kabru feels that his own 'monstrosity' is responsible for his mother moving to Utaya to protect him and ultimately dying.

2) in the Dungeon Meshi world there are specifically legends about *demon* succubi and incubi (real world lore says succubi prey on men and incubi on women and I assume that's what Laios is referring to with the distinction, but besides that lets assume theyre one and the same), distinct from the *actual monsters* succubi. The demons and monsters have a similar MO of using a person's desires to capture them, but while monster succubi suck a person's vital force, the demons supposedly use the men for their seed and the women for their womb to reproduce (again, completing dungeon meshi lore with bits of real world lore here). Laios, our local monster expert, thinks those demons are just legend. He tells us there are monsters that do use people as incubators for their eggs but I highly doubt that's Kabru's case, uncanny resemblance to a wasp notwithstanding (Laios...)

From here we go to:

Kabru's incredible rizz

This is where the tumblr search function spat in my face and ran away with the rest of my references while giggling. Oh well.

It's noted over and over in canon and extra material that Kabru is charming. More than that: Kabru *will do anything to get someone to like him*.

Worth noting that Daya and Holm *like* Kabru. This is not them disparaging an acquaintance, this is them levelling a criticism at a good friend, a criticism that seems to have been levelled at him before even ("it's no surprise...").

So, important takeaway: Kabru isn't just charming in general, he VERY SPECIFICALLY makes an effort to be charming. He needs people to like him, to trust him, and in order to obtain this, he's willing to lie and pretend.

Like with the Canaries: he needs them to trust him so they will keep him privy to their plans. So he plays up the poor innocent baby orphan angle:

And with Laios? The what (pretending to like monsters) we know, but why?

Kabru thinks Laios is the only one who can conquer the dungeon without the elves or the dwarves intervening and taking control. He is however very worried about his motivation. He wants to know why Laios is going so deep into the dungeon - beyond wanting to save his sister. What motivates him? Can he be trusted?

In the Toshiro chapters we find out that he has been trying to get in contact with him for weeks, possibly months, but this is the first time he has had a real possibility to meet him, and in order to make sure to leave a positive memory and possibly be an influence in the future, he pretends to be aligned with Laios' as much as possible, including hiding his hatred of monsters. I have written tons on this that has now been lost to tumblr like tears in the rain, but: I do not joke when I say that I think Kabru is flirting with Laios before and after the harpy egg incident. Let's be clear: Kabru's intentions are not romantic at this point. But he has noticed how lovestruck Laios was with Toshiro before their confrontation, and he's thinking, well, if I can get him to develop a similar crush on me, I can probably get him to listen to me more easily. Like I can mince words and put things in scary quotes but that's straight up what's happening. Kabru is trying to establish a close bond that wasn't there before: it might not be necessarily sexual, but it's definitely a type of seduction.

It kinda works.

The rest in a reblog because I ran out of space.

#cw rape mention #dungeon meshi spoilers #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #kabru #meta #this is a monster of a fucking post sorry

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hwnglx · 3 months ago

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omg i really loved mingyu’s reputation reading! can you do one for blackpink’s jennie? thank you

jennie's reputation among idols

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

male idols wo, quow, 8oc, 10oc+mo, 6op, de, 5op, kiosw

so, getting the world card first is interesting. there is this image of “perfection” she seems to radiate in male idols' eyes. i'm getting this perfect girlfriend material, someone who has it all. a lot of male idols project their own fantasies of what they'd want their girlfriend to be onto her, and can often put her on a pedestal. it's giving a celebrity among idols.

jennie definitely has a strong and powerful presence to many of them, some think it's desirable and attractive, some are one hundred percent intimidated and feel threatened by her success. i said this before in my wonyoung reading, but so many male idols are taken aback when they see a woman going places career-wise, they're still dumbfounded. it rubs them the wrong way, they just don't feel like it's right or that it should be that way. many still carry this engraved belief that women just aren't supposed to overtake men. it feels like an eyesore to them.

although an undeniable level of intimidation is present for most of them, many male idols seem to look at jennie as someone who feels out of place within the kpop industry. this was more of a thing in the past, but they believed she's way too emotional, and is way too much of an easy target. male idols think that jennie was searching for a level of emotional fulfilment in a place that wasn't gonna give her that. they think she didn't fit into a world that's almost exclusively focused on material success and financial gain. i can see this image of her as someone who's way too easily fooled, way too naive. in the industry, there was the reputation of her being someone who just gives gives and gives people everything they want, until she reached this breaking point of “fuck, i'm actually empty inside.” for many male idols, there doesn't seem to be a sense of feeling bad for her. most of them just think it was stupid of her to fall into traps, and allow herself to get used so much, in an industry that is selfish and corrupt and views women as objects beneficial for their own gain.

there is however, an awareness of jennie having become much more tough and hard to approach, after she realized her generous nature was being exploited. she's put her guard up, became much more rational, because she needed to be, and even became a person capable of swiftly manipulating you rather than being manipulated. many male idols think she grew herself a necessary backbone. i can see they probably still talk a lot behind her back, but wouldn't actually muster up the courage to just go up to her anymore.

female idols 2ow&3ow, 3osw, 8osw, kiosw, acosw, 9op, 2osw, knop

female idols think jennie is someone very universally likable and profitable. they think she's an idol who made progress by moving into different directions career-wise, not just remaining stuck in the kpop world. i can feel many being quite envious of her being such a recognisable figure in the entertainment industry in general, and being able to branch out into places they themselves would love to expand to.

there's a common theme, female idols also recognise jennie's more sensitive and vulnerable nature. they believe she used to be someone who got taken advantage of and ran over by people too much. a lot of them think she couldn't find comfort in the kpop industry, and kept feeling trapped because of the restrictive and harsh nature of it. like she kept being forced to stay within this box, when she didn't always agree with the rules that were forced upon her. there's this feeling of suffocation, looking around and not feeling you belong here.

female idols believe that once jennie matured and got a better understanding of how to deal with people in the industry, is when she started blossoming into a more content version of herself. she started being more courageous about stating her opinion and standing by it firmly, being more outspoken about when things aren't according to her liking.

there is a sense of jealousy surrounding the fact that, she even had the chance to develop into more of her “own boss”. a lot of them envy the fact that she's able to be so independent now, and can live her career according to her own rulebook. many of them wish they could have the freedom she's been able to earn. they think she's an idol who's very much in her own world, and only dips her foot into waters when she wishes to. she goes at her own pace, and can allow herself to slow down because of her financial security and the more bearable system she's been able to build for herself. i can hear “you've been able to do what i wish i could.”

note; throughout the entirety of this reading, i kept hearing “scapegoat”, and couldn't fully figure out what that meant. (english is my third language so i didn't even know the word's definition lol) i do think, that many idols see jennie as the member who took everything on the chin. meaning, the public let a lot of their need to hate, their anger or their frustration with blackpink, out on jennie because she was an easy target.

#kpop tarot #blackpink tarot #the jealous men crying in every reputation reading i do ijbol

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shizunitis · 8 months ago

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Luo Binghe: Original Drafts Edition! Who and why?

“[…] in fact, in his original outline, Bing-gē hadn’t even had a romance plotline; he had been doomed to fade away, alone and unaging forever.” — The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System, Vol. 4 (Mo Xiang Tong Xiu)

The drafts version of Binghe! Not Bing-gē, nor Bing-mei, but a secret, third thing! (I’m partial to Bing-xióng (兄) myself, just for thematic cohesion. Bing-mei remains as he is: Shizun’s special glass-heart maiden.)

So! Who is this elusive, mythical Binghe we never got the chance to meet? What is he? How do I get to pick this one’s brains?

Why is he haunting me! What does he want! So much to think about.

Listen: I love my trash sons, both the racoon and wet dog variations, but I am curious about this handsome demon lord who did not bed thousands, and did not steal his shizun to lovingly coax him into a loving and respectful marriage. Alas, Airplane-bro, as is custom, has left me hanging.

The solitary quote above has been floating around my brainspace for months. Intermittently, I would look up at the sky and sigh a big sad dog sigh, and think of this lonely demon-man emperor who seems to be both perfectly representative of No-Shizunitis Suffering Binghe, and on the exact opposite end of the line. I have spent many a night trying to rearrange the blocks of both SVSSS and PIDW like a sad toddler with no plan but plenty of amorphous longing.

Thus, Bing-xiong. My beloved new toy.

We know he is left alone and unaging. This means that:

He does not marry even once. (Sorry, Other Bing Variants. This one came broken.)

He is not defeated, killed, or left to suffer his not-father’s fate of sulking under a mountain.

From 1) we can assume two more things! Xin Mo either gets fixed/doesn’t influence this Binghe the same way, or: Xin Mo is completely written off à la Airplane Retconning, making Binghe potentially even more individually powerful than his younger counterparts.

(Or he just. Takes people’s cultivation ad-infinitum. Interesting thought, but too straight-forward for my tastes. Airplane’s thoughts? Unknowable.)

From 2) we can also assume Binghe cannot die, is under the influence of the Protagonist Halo unto infinity, and will only be put out of his misery once the heat death of the universe deems it a worthwhile endeavour. Either that or the story ends, but. It tickles a miserable part of my brain pink to think Binghe will not be let off even then.

Anyway. Bing-xiong, of course, has the same source material to work off of. Up until the Abyss, and including it, the plotline should be if not the same, adjacent enough to be indistinguishable.

However. This means:

Bing-xiong never got coerced into sex by Qin Wanyue, thus not starting him on the path of sex-dependency/addiction, avoiding Bing-gē’s fate by virtue of the Butterfly Effect. (Read this post because it explains Bing-ge's whole thing better than a lot of things I've seen.)

Again, Xin Mo implications.

Alternate Universe Shenanigans make an appearance. (Shen Jiu’s fever and death was actually meant to happen, Bing-ge just got very, very unlucky and his Universe’s Yue Qingyuan very, very lucky. For a few years. Either that or there is a Shen Yuan for every Binghe! Again: sorry, Bing-ge. You need to find your own. Middle child issues…)

Once the drafts/original outline got lost, all bets are off and now the characters become real people, without narrative influence. This also has the very fucked up implication that Bing-ge is actually a result of exclusively external forces and would have never gone down that path if not forced onto it by Airplane’s unwitting hands. I do and do not love this version. Very Mo Ran-esque, if looked at from afar and squinting.

Other options I’m either too not-high to think, or too high to put together. (Cold medicine is insane?)

I am fascinated by this… Schrödinger’s Binghe. A jaded, lonely emperor left in the ashes of his world, gazing upon his own history and finding fucking nothing and no one. Metaphorically and, like, practically, if I’m understanding Airplane’s musings correctly. Isolated, cursed by his own blood in a completely new and fucked up way!

I need Airplane to speak with me for like, half an hour. This is paramount to my mental health, I’m losing my braincells by the hour.

What happened to this impervious, cocky, badass demon bastard lord to become so alone? How did it happen? Why did it not happen to the other two, or at least Bing-ge, who has had every horrible and shitty thing possible and impossible piled onto his head? What the fuck is up with Xin Mo? Why isn’t it eating away at Big Bro Luo? Or, worse: why is it eating away at him in such a way that instead of turning into a violent yet charismatic, horror-creature of a man, it turns him into the existential terror-fate I’ve contemplated and abhorred since I was seven?

Tianlang-jun as the final boss. Discovering Huan Hua Palace Master’s crimes, deceit and… stuff. Perhaps even uncovering Shen Jiu’s backstory.

Ooh! Worse! Or better? What if he finds out everything, after having followed Bing-gē’s path, and simply… gives up? A grown up Bing-ge, minus the marriage and surrogate-lover part(s).

(More unlikely than other options, but still there, I guess.)

Fucking insane of MXTX to do this to me, personally and specifically.

I can only speculate forever, I guess! Left… alone and pondering forever.

So. Not a Bing-ge, and not a Bing-mei. A Bing-xiong, if you will.

#svsss #luo binghe #bing-xiong #svsss meta #if you like. want it to be #the fact that this is the first post on this blog is upsetting but also completely in-line with who i've become as a person #i'm sure someone else said it better than me asp #this is all to say i'm trying to plan a longfic with drafts!binghe as my one and only 2024 project #and it is eating away at me #because i understand and also NOT #the concept itself is so ????#its insane that one single line of text from mxtx from almost a decade ago can do this to a person #lbh #lbx

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wanderingxiao · 1 year ago

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Whiskey, Leather, and Sex

Xiao x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: unprotected sex, curse words, pet names, begging, slight mention of alcohol, reader is a female. MDNI! 18+

The scent of exquisite leather and bitter whiskey invaded your nostrils, the taste of alcohol on his tongue coming to intoxicate you to his touch. His strong hands ran up the sides of your waist, warmth spreading from the touch. Lustful goosebumps rose riddling your skin, your own flushed fingers gripping the sleek leather of his jacket. Sharp pointed teeth slowly etched into your bottom lip, tugging lightly before his tongue slid over your lips.

“Xiao-“ The sound of his name rolling off your tongue so softly caused the man to shiver in anticipation as his internal arousal grew by the second. His palms rose, sliding over your bra before his fingertips firmly landed against the swell of your breasts. You couldn’t help but swoon in ecstasy at his touch. In a swift and fluid movement, he had your bra pushed up, letting your breasts bounce into his predatory grasp. With kneading hands, he squeezed against your breasts gently before sliding his fingers to ghost over the sensitive buds. “Ahh, Xiao, l-love you, love you so-“

“Hush.” He ordered sternly, yet there was a gentleness in his voice that made your heart accelerate and your cheeks flush with gorgeous shades of rose. Warmth cascaded down your chest to trace down your curves, defined fingers hooking on your pants and panties before the scent of whiskey invaded your nostrils again. “I’m sorry, forgive me, but I can’t fucking wait anymore. I… I need…” His lip caught between his teeth, his cheeks flushed lightly with his golden honeyed eyes looking deep into your eyes with blown out pupils dilated in lust. “I need to be inside you. To please you.”

“Xiao-“ Your lips connected once more into a passionate battle of hot tongues. Xiao swallowed your soft moans while his hands worked your lower half, pulling your pants and panties down without faltering the hypnotizing movement of his lips. The bed creaked under the shifting of Xiao’s weight, his hips coming to straddle you, pulling away and removing his leather jacket and undershirt. Scars littered his toned abdomen, a divine bird tattoo adorning his right arm, and piercings accenting his god-like face. He was truly crafted with the most exquisite materials to become this sexy.

Your hands traced his sides up to rub over his firm chest, enjoying the feel of his warmth under your fingertips. His rough hands came to grab at your shirt and bra, uncomfortably pulling them over your head to get you completely naked beneath his thin yet toned frame. His hands traced down your body until his fingertips dipped between your lovely thighs, golden eyes never leaving yours as he eagerly watched your expression shift once his fingertips made contact with your glistened folds. With a breathy sigh of bliss from your lips, Xiao’s fingers began to trace up and down your slit, biting the inside of his cheek at the feel of your arousal coating his slender digits.

“X-Xiao, please, hmm, please.” Your begging was too adorable for him to resist. With a clenched jaw, he sunk his fingers into your sopping insides, cock twitching in anticipation at the way your walls wrapped around his fingers, sucking his fingers in. Angling his fingers, he curled his slender digits to reach that blissful spot that always made your toes curl. The gorgeous moans that fell from your lips spurred him on, thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt with increasing desperation, relishing in the wet noises your drooling sex made. “Shh, your doing so good, taking in my fingers so well. Do you want more, (Y/N)?”

“Mhm! Mhm, please, Xiao, I need mo-RE! Ugh!” God did your voice turn him on. Your voiced broke into choked moans and desperate whines as his thumb came to lightly ghost over your puffy clit. Your hips bucked into his hand, chasing the divine pleasure only Xiao could give you. You could hear his soft humming, thumb firmly finding your clit to rub precise and quick circles. The ecstasy was overstimulating, absolutely mind-numbingly amazing. His lips came to kiss along your jaw, the scent of whiskey once more intoxicating your senses. "Xiao! Xiao! I-It's-! Its too m-much...! Mmm!"

"So needy and desperate, you know I always take care of you, angel. Be patient." It felt like an entirety before he pulled his fingers out, leaving you aching and throbbing for more of his searing touch. His posted tongue slid seductively around the curves and dips of his knuckles and slender fingers, savoring the taste of your arousal on the tip of his tongue. "So good... Can't hold it in anymore." You could barely register his words, only perking up when you heard the sound of his belt buckle clacking open and the sound of the bold leather whirring through the denim loops.

His hands roughly grabbed your legs, pushing them open further to slot himself between them, pants pushed down just enough to spring his leaking cock free from the confines of fabric prison. A breathy sigh left his mouth, Adams apple bobbing lowly as he swallowed thickly at the cool air hitting his flushed erection. His veiny yet strong hands held onto the base of his throbbing arousal, a strong arm propping beside you as his eyes cast lower to focus his sights on the way his flushed tip rubbed up and down against your slit up to bump against your clit.

"Xiao, please baby, I need you." Your soft pleas and breathy whimpers for him made his throat rumble with a groan, applying slight pressure to your entrance before sinking it in, removing his hand to place beside you. His eyes remained focused on your barely joined sexes, slick already coating his cock as his tip ebbed in and out of your welcoming cunt. HE returned his attention to your antics-tied expression, smirking before he pushed himself past the tight squeeze of your sweet and fluttering walls. A relieved moan left both your mouths, finally feeling that full and engrossed feeling of lust being fulfilled. "M-Mmm, Xiao, so f-full... deep."

"It feels so good." His low groans were music to your ears. Xiao rolled his hips outwards before he pushed his pelvis flush with yours once more pushing himself as deep as he ocuold before setting a steady rhythm. The beds creaked beneath the shifting weight of your heated bodies. Moans flew from your mouth freely, no longer composed or caring how loud they were. Any whine, whimper, or lewd mewl was cherished by Xiao's keen ears littered with sexy piercings. "Fuck, its been so long... I, nah, I've missed you."

"M-Me too, Xiao, hah, me too...! Ngh..." His body loomed over yours, one of his hands grabbing your hip while the other propped himself on his elbow beside your head, moaning deeply into your panting mouth as your breath collided. You could smell his cologne, the whiskey he always drank, and the expensive leather of his jacket resting beside you. Everything was overwhelming. Everything was Xiao. His moans, his scent, the wet noise of your sexes meeting over and over again, and the firm snap of his flesh against yours once his pace increased.

A light sweat coated your body, your fingertips on fire as they dug into the toed muscles of his back, your legs hanging in the air on either side of him, toes beginning to curl as his tip smushed against your cervix without fail. A creamy ring began to form around the base of his girth, your arousal mixing, sticky smacks echoing as your arousal and his leaking tip overflowed your insides. With faltering movements, Xiao growled out a flurry of curses, and strained whispers of his emotions.

"Fuck, im so close, hah... I want to c-cum with you. Please, (Y/N). Cum with me, angel." His lips pressed against yours, sloppy and needy. His knees dug into the bed deeper, his rhythm disorganized and desperate, flushed and glistening tip hitting your sweet spot and the edge of your cervix with every erratic thrust. You could only cry and cling to him as if your life depended it. Your head curled into his shoulder, moaning and drooling over his collar bones, legs shaky as they wrapped around his body, encouraging him faster. "Xiao! Xiao! C-Cumming...! Mmph! O-Oh god...!"

"Cum for me. Cum all over me, damnit!" With a final deep thrust and animalistic growl, ribbons of his cum spurted inside your fluttering and spasming walls, milking him for all he's worth. You could feel the muscles along his back tense, shoulders arching to hunch over you at the euphoric climax of his release. You clung to him, your own orgasm washing over your body with loud cries and whines of sensitivity. He fucked his cum inside slowly, his open mouth leaving pants across your face as he rocked his hips through your releases. It left you both breathless, his body collapsing on top of you briefly. "S-Sorry... was I too rough?"

You smiled, and reached over to kiss his sweaty forward, combing his dark evergreen locks accent by dim turquoise out of his face to look into his honey-cambered eyes. "No, it was perfect. Just like you, Xiao." His lips curled ever so slightly, his strong arm wrapping around you before burying his face into the crook of your neck, enjoying your company once more within his arms. "Thank you... for being here." You sighed in bliss, snuggling him closer to you, basking in the warmth and comfort his presence brought you. "Of course, I love you, Xiao."

"Mhm... Yeah, I... I love you too, my sweet angel.

#xiao x reader smut #xiao smut #adeptus xiao #genshin xiao x reader #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao #modern genshin au #genshin smut

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guzhufuren · 2 months ago

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god how i wish my professor was Chu Wanning so i could pull an average modern ao3 Mo Ran and fuck him on his desk. instead i have to deal with all those oldschool russian bitches who give pointless idiotic assignments with outdated study materials full of xenophobia, misery and boredom

#mine #gay gods send him to me

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rena-ragerat · 3 months ago

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Ranwanweek24 Day 3. Paper dragon.

Chu Wanning is a medical engineer. At his previous job, he started developing his own technology, but he has his copyright severely restricted for access to materials and equipment. In fact, his company planned to monopolize the market for these developments, with which Wanning fundamentally disagreed. Working as a college teacher is a strong downgrade for him, but here he was able to escape from the scandals and continue his scientific work, though without publication.

When he first met Mo Ran, he was deeply impressed. The boy was extraordinary, even though he played dumb. And most importantly, Mo Zhan had something that Wanning did not have — a self-presenting skill. Seeing how he neglected his studies, Wanning was indignant. He made a point of getting him to enter a decent university.

#2ha #chu wanning #mo ran #erha #dumb husky and his white cat shizun #fanart #danmei #manga #illustration #strip comic #ranwan #2ha modern au

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sonicasura · 8 months ago

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Let's be honest with ourselves that Transformers Earthspark has its issues. It isn't uncommon for the series to have a few messy iterations throughout the years. However those at least have something going for them.

Bayverse is a junk pile yet there's a lot of material you can build off on and some pretty interesting concepts. RiD15 is an awful sequel to Prime but does decently well as a standalone although there are much needed changes to be had. Earthspark... Well, it's just there.

I can be lenient with the plot holes and poor pacing as Nickelodeon is notorious for interfering with any show that isn't SpongeBob to the point of cancellation. The issues truly land on the characters themselves. I'm gonna try to simplify it without devolving into a rant like the previous draft.

Edit: Gonna add some further edits as I wrote this in the middle of the night. Plus my simplified version skipped some key details.

Robby. Somehow they made a human character I actually dislike instead of be neutral about. In the official Transformers wiki, he's labeled as a big brother who cares for his siblings but his actions so far say otherwise. Robby literally ran away in the first episode because they moved then decided to try and hide the Terrans from his parents.

Yet he rarely gets enough consequences for his actions. I think we don't just need less Emberstone saves not just because of plot armor but force actual character growth on him. Like a life changing to one of his siblings as consequences for his actions and strained relationship until he gets his head outta his ass.

Edit: Yes, I know Robby is a teenager but that isn't a decent enough excuse for his behavior. Seen the trope about big brothers who do act closed off or at some points rude but they haven't done shit that put their family in serious danger. No, I didn't try to purposely forget the times he was injured badly.

There honestly needs to be less of those and his consequences be adjusted to it affects someone else badly. *

Next issue is lacking confrontation with Optimus choices alongside the obvious misplaced trust in the 13 Primes. Quintus Prime literally emotionally manipulated and scarred Mo through a fake bad ending reality because she doubted herself. No good person would do that, much less an actual ally. Even moreso on a child.

I seen this shit in Trollhunters but at least Jim, the main character, was a teenager. (It still was wrong though.) We also got remember that Liege Maximo and Megatronus/The Fallen are Primes. Yet somehow it is best to trust them.

Don't get me started with some of Optimus' choices when it comes to GHOST. He probably did it to protect his Autobots but what about the Decepticons who are locked away? Why are there so little of his companions with him especially since Bumblebee had fucking went into hiding before the show began.

There needs to be tension between Optimus with his Autobots. Someone is bound to snap and Bumblebee would have the biggest impact. The man clearly isn't okay as he's doing things that even Megatron admits ain't like him.

Mandroid needs to be written differently. He has the making of a sympathetic villain but oh boy. First off it is clear that his depiction is ableist aligned since the reason he doesn't like Cybertronians is because he lost his arm. Major thing to change right there.

Give him a narrative where his interest been genuine but slowly declines as the Autobot/Decepticon war increases the number of destroyed lives. Let him become a victim to this than just 'I lost my arm so death alongside experimentation to all Cybertronians'. Also don't make Mandroid ignore the obvious fact that the Transformers parts he puts into his body is slowly poisoning and instead come up with ways to fight the infection. Kinda like in Ironman 2 where Tony's arc reactor began to do the same thing.

Edit: Mandroid's negative views on Cybertronians are about the war and he's aware of the Energon poisoning. It is just that it is poorly portrayed to the point you rarely see it over his Arachnamechs/his ruined life.

Have the man present various evidence of destruction the war caused by both sides at the Malto children or anonymously spread such info around town to sew discontent with the townsfolk. 'These are the people who you consider heroes. Who you see as family and friends. Or should these tragedies be forgotten?'

Do a Baxter Stockman where you frequently see him try to fix the Energon poisoning than just simple dialogue. Even have testing on organic subjects to see how they react and find ways to counter it. Don't keep these key points as simple dialogue. *

I don't think Karen needs much changes either. 'But her taking over Cybertron doesn't make sense!' It actually does for one reason: hubris. Have you ever seen what happens when you give a control freak power? Their behavior becomes more erratic as they begin to think they deserve more. She is xenophobic in nature so imprisoning Decepticons and ordering around the Autobots is a drug to her.

Karen wants to treat them like slaves so the next step in her mind is Cybertron. Her death is well deserved and well played. Just like Icarus, the bitch flew too close to the sun.

I think the last major issue, other than out of character racist Shockwave, is the Terrans. No offense but they need a bit less screentime so the rest of the cast can shine. We barely see Alex and there's unclarified issues involving Bumblebee with Arcee if he's uncomfortable around her.

I also want their flaws to be at the forefront. Thrash is the only one who gotten such character development from his encounter with Swindle. We need more of that! Like Hashtag's overreliance on the Internet biting her back as she is forced to use real world skills.

Edit: I accidentally put in Terrans when I really meant Twitch. The screentime for everyone needs to be balanced mainly for the Malto family. Alex alongside the three younger Terrans rarely get involved or their characters further build upon. Twitch needs to get benched more.

Also the Dad Number 2 should really be addressed. Wheeljack was clearly uncomfortable when it been brought up. Plus it is way too fast to even consider such ideas unless you plan to have it addressed properly. Like 'Kid. We barely know each other yet somehow I became a father figure in an instant? It's best not to do that until you truly certain "Dad Number 2" doesn't mean harm or feels comfortable with it.' *

Earthspark clearly has potential but these problems need to be handled better. Addong the deleted scenes help add some clarification but canon needs to present it. We are supposed to get a second season so hopefully some of these are addressed.

#sonicasura #maccadam #transformers #transformers series #transformers earthspark #tf #tf series #tf es #tfes #personal idea #rambles #tv shows #slight rant #personal review #fixing canon #canon divergence #character flaws

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accio-victuuri · 1 year ago

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wait.. i’m literally on here or weibo almost 24/7 ( as you can tell lol ) but I feel like i missed something. i’m seeing clowning related to xz’s photos and how it looks like he is a groom and it’s a wedding photoshoot. the place is also famous for wedding shoots ( allegedly, idk. i’m not from there ) so turtles are imagining again. lol. freakin coincidence that wyb’s GRA photoshoot was done at a wedding shop. plus the “wedding outfits” for weibo night. which is all clowning and galaxy braining.🌌

now, we’re joking around, like where’s yibo? he should be taking photos with his partner.

then i see comments that there is this one song WYB recently listened to. meaning, as recent as when XZ flew to singapore which is called 超人不会飞 (superman can’t fly) by Jay Chou. i know WYB and everyone else is a big fan of Jay Chou but the clowning comes from the timing of when he listened to it. let me get to that first.

here is the song if you wanna listen to it. 🎶

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turtles are interpreting it as WYB longing to “fly” to where XZ is and be with him but he can’t because of all his work commitments. he wants to take a breather. thinking about what his life is and the constraints, and at times like this, when they spent days in Beijing, but now they have to be apart, it affects him even more.

however when i read the lyrics, it could also be because he can relate to what jay chou is singing about. here’s the english translation i found here. i have bolded the ones i felt like WYB relates too. literally no need for explanation. just read it. It fits with his status in life so much that it’s almost scary.

��妈说很多事别太计较

ma ma shuo heng duo shi bie tai ji jiao

Mum said one should not be too fussy over most matters

只是使命感找到了我我睡不着

zhi shi shi ming gan zhao dao le wo wo shui bu zhao

But my sense of mission found me and i can't sleep over it

如果说骂人要有点技巧

ru guo shuo ma ren yao you diao ji qiao

If scolding someone requires some skills

我会加点旋律你会觉得超屌

wo hui jia diao xuan lu ni hui jue de chao diao

I will add a tune and you will feel it's very cool (diao)

我的枪不会装弹药（弹药）

wo de qiang bu hui zhuang dan yao (dan yao)

My gun is not loaded with ammunition

所以放心不会有人倒（人倒）

suo yi fang xin bu hui you ren dao (ren dao)

So don't worry, nobody will collapse

我拍青蜂侠不需要替身因为自信是我绘画的颜料

wo pai qing feng xia bu xu yao ti sheng yin wei zi xin shi wo hui hua de yan liao

I don't need a double for The Green Hornet because confidence is the coloring for my painting

我做很多事背后的意义远比你们想象

wo zuo heng duo shi bei hou de yi yi yuan bi ni men xiang xiang

The meaning behind the things I did is far beyond your imagination

拍个电视剧为了友情与十年前的梦想

pai le dian shi ju wei le you qing yu shi nian qian de meng xiang

Filming a tv drama is for friendship and a dream 10 years ago

收视率再高也难抗衡我的伟大理想

shou shi lv zai gao ye nan kang heng wo de wei da li xiang

No matter how high the rating is, it can't match my noble ideal

因为我的人生无需再多一笔那奖项

yin wei wo de ren sheng wo xu zai duo yi bi na jiang xiang

Because my life do not need another award

我不知道何时变成了社会的那榜样

wo bu zhi dao he shi bian cheng le se hui de na bang yang

I don't know when I have become a society's role model

被狗仔拍不能比中指要大器的模样（怎样）

bei gou zai pai bu neng bi zhong zhi yao da qi de mo yang (zen yang)

Can't show the paparazzi the finger and have to put on a magnanimous front

我唱的歌词要有点文化

wo chang de ge ci yao you dian wen hua

The lyrics I sing must have some degree of literacy

因为随时会被当教材

yin wei sui shi hui bei dan jiao cai

Because it might become teaching material anytime

CNN能不能等英文好一点再访

CNN neng bu neng deng ying wen hao yi dian zai fang

Can CNN interview me when my English gets a little better

时代杂志封面能不能重拍

shi dai za zhi feng mian neng bu neng chong pai

Can i reshoot the Time magazine cover

随时随地注意形象

sui shi sui di zhu yi xin xiang

I must take care of my image at all times

要控制饮食不然就跟杜莎夫人蜡像的我不像（本来就不像）

yao kong zhi yin shi bu ran jiu gen du sha fu ren la xiang de wo bu xiang (ben lai jiu bu xiang)

I must control my diet or i won't look like the "me" in Madame Tussauds (it doesn't look like me in the first place)

好莱坞的中国戏院地上有很多手印脚印

hao lai wu de zhong guo xi yuan di shang you heng duo shou yin jiao yin

There are many handprints and footprints at Grauman's Chinese Theatre

何时才能看见我的掌

he shi cai neng kan jian wo de zhang

When will mine be seen there?

如果超人会飞那就让我在空中停一停歇

ru guo chao ren hui fei na jiu rang wo zai kong zhong ti yi ti xie

If Superman can fly then let me take a breather in the sky

再次俯瞰这个世界会让我觉得好一些

zai ci fu kan zhe ge shi jie hui ran wo jue de hao yi xie

Overlooking this world again will let me feel better

拯救地球好累虽然有些疲惫但我还是会

zheng jiu di qiu hao lei sui ran you xie pi bei dan wo hai shi hui

Saving the world is tiring, though I am a little tired, I still will

不要问我哭过了没

bu yao wen wo ku guo le mei

Don't ask me if I have cried

因为超人不能流眼泪

yin wei chao ren bu neng liu yan lei

Because Superman can't cry

唱歌要拿最佳男歌手

chang ge yao na zui jia nan ge shou

(You) must get best male singer award as a singer

拍电影也不能只拿个最佳新人

pai dian yin ye bu neng zhi na ge zui jia xin ren

A newcomer award is not enough if you act

你不参加颁奖典礼就是没礼貌

ni bu can jia ban jiang dian li jiu shi mei li mao

Not attending award ceremonies is considered rude

你去参加就是代表你很在乎

ni qu can jia jiu shi dai biao ni heng zai hu

And if you do, it means you are over-concerned about it

得奖时你感动落泪（落泪）人家就会觉得你夸张做作（做作）

de jia shi ni gan dong luo lei (luo lei) ren jia jiu hui jue de ni kuang zhang zuo zuo

When you won an award and teared, people will think you are fake and exaggerating

你没表情别人就会说太嚣张

ni mei biao qing bie ren jiu hui shuo tai xiao zhang

When you have no expression, others will say you are too arrogant

如果你天生这个表情那些人甚至会怪你妈妈（妈妈）

ru guo ni tian sheng zhe ge biao qing na xie ren sheng zhi hui guai ni ma ma (ma ma)

And if you are born with that expression, they will even blame your mum

结果最后是别人在得奖你也要给予充分的掌声与微笑

jie guo zui hou shi bie ren zai de jiang ni ye yao ge yu chong fen de zhang sheng yu wei xiao

In the end someone else gets the award, you also have to give ample applause and smile

开的车不能太好住的楼不能太高

kai de che bu neng tai hao zhu de lou bu neng tai gao

The car you drive can't be too luxurious nor can you live too high up

我到底是一个创作歌手还是好人好事代表

wo dao di shi yi ge chuang zuo ge shou hai shi hao ren hao shi dai biao

Am I a singer-songwriter or a representative of good men and good deeds?

专辑一出就必须是冠军

zhuan ji yi chu jiu bi xu shi guan jun

My album must be ranked top once released

拍了电影就必须要大卖

pai le dian yin jiu bi xu yao da mai

My movie must sell well

只能说当超人真的好难

zhi neng shuo dan chao ren zhen de hao nan

I can only say, being a Superman is difficult

如果超人会飞（超人会飞）那就让我在空中停一停歇（停一停歇）

ru guo chao ren hui fei (chao ren hui fei) na jiu rang wo zai kong zhong ti yi ti xie (ti yi ti xie)

If Superman can fly then let me take a breather in the sky

再次俯瞰这个世界会让我觉得好一些

zai ci fu kan zhe ge shi jie hui ran wo jue de hao yi xie

Overlooking this world again will let me feel better

拯救地球好累（地球好累）虽然有些疲惫但我还是会（我还是会）

zheng jiu di qiu hao lei (di qiu hao lei) sui ran you xie pi bei dan wo hai shi hui (wo hai shi hui)

Saving the world is tiring, though I am a little tired, I still will

不要问我哭过了没

bu yao wen wo ku guo le mei

Don't ask me if I have cried

因为超人不能流眼泪

yin wei chao ren bu neng liu yan lei

Because Superman can't cry

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I don’t think there is anything wrong with how cpfs are relating this to cpn cause that’s just how it is. But sometimes, there are other reasons why they do what they do.

SO MY CONFUSION COMES FROM HOW THE HELL DO PEOPLE KNOW WHAT HE RECENTLY LISTENED TO. I can’t seem to dig up how or maybe it’s something we don’t talk about. I have never experienced this kind of tidbit related to them before so I wanna know the source. Or is this like the gaming cpn where certain people know and they will not divulge the boy’s account for privacy? if anyone knows, feel free to comment. If i find out in the future, I will share.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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xylianasblog · 1 year ago

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Needy for you

Pairings: AgedUp Tsireya x FemNavi Reader

Summary: Spending time with your favorite person always makes things better. Especially when it was certain things the two of you kept secret.

Warnings: MDNI, Thigh riding, switch reader, switch Reya, scissoring.

♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥ no minors! ♥18+ ♥ no minors! ♥ 18+ ♥

Tap! Tap! Tap!

This is all you can hear as Reya's fingers tap away at the post she’s leaning on, she has a small pout on her lips as she stares off at nothing. You were feeling amused by this so you let her continue to throw the silent tantrum before finally asking any questions.

Setting down the nearly finished pearl and seashell necklace you were making for her. “What’s the matter Reya? You’ve been silently sulking for the last hour.” Her ocean eyes found your pale blue orbs immediately. Your brow bone raised in question as you stared at her, and for a moment she sat there staring back before she sat up straight. You watched the way she leaned forward placing her hands in front of her with a sweet smile on her lips.

“Let’s do something fun!” She squealed. You laughed at her enthusiasm as you turned to face her completely. Giving her your undivided attention as you wait for her to continue. “Like last time. I want to do more things with you.” Back was the nervous demeanor you adored.

“Okay, I think.. I have something for us to do” you said, this caused her ears to perk up.

Moving slowly and carefully to her you smiled shyly, once you were close enough you parted her legs. Placing yourself on her thigh, each of your legs on either side of her. Your hands rested on her face, your fingers rubbing at the side of her cheeks while she stared up at you. Her lips parted and pupils blown wide, she looked absolutely stunning.

She placed her hands on your waist before sliding them down to hold onto your ass. You giggled as you leaned down connecting your lips in a sweet little kiss, one so different from the last kiss you both shared. She whimpered softly into the kiss, the sound had you pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. You forced your tongue into her mouth, tentatively touching your tongue to hers.

Both tongues tangled in a battle for dominance, until finally you won taking control of the now sloppy kiss. Every soft moan and whimper that left her mouth was silenced by the kiss only for her to become needy for more, she bit down on your lip before pulling away. Her eyes were lidded as she stared up at you, her chest rising and falling in soft pants. You ran your fingers over her bottom lip gently as you stared down at her. “So pretty..”

She giggled shyly, her grip on your ass tightening. A soft hum rumbled from her chest as she slowly began grinding you against her thigh. You let out a soft little moan, your grip on her face loosening up just a bit. She smiled up at you, loving the way she could feel your slick pooling against your bottoms, her hands on your ass working to help move your covered pussy along her thigh.

Your hands dropped to her shoulders, gripping onto them for leverage as you moved along her thigh. The friction of your clothes rubbing against your clit had you whimpering, your slick seeping through the material making her thigh wet with your juices.

Soon her hands on your ass disappeared but you never stopped moving, rolling your hips harder with each movement. She began undoing your tewng along with her own, simply letting them drop down.

Your movements stopped momentarily once you were aware of what happened, your grip on her shoulder tightened up once more as you pushed her onto her back. Letting go of her shoulders so you could place one hand around her thigh and the other on her lower abdomen. You rolled your hips slowly letting the feeling of her wet thigh against your clit flood your senses. You whimpered and she moaned now receiving her own feelings of pleasure as your thigh rubbed against her own sopping wet cunt.

Her hand gripped at your thigh as she helped moved her hips, adding to the bits of pleasure you were both experiencing.

You rolled your hips harder pressing yourself closer, the feeling of the pleasure being given and received intensifying. She growled quietly, the small rumble falling from her chest as she threw her head back. “O-oh.. feels so good..” she whined.

You enjoyed watching her writhe in pleasure underneath you, it only added to your own enjoyment of that situation. You applied more pressure for your thigh as you lifted her a little more to making rocking and rolling your hips a bit easier. She cried out her nails digging into the skin of your thigh, the sudden mix of pain with your pleasure had you whimpering, hips stuttering against her thighs.

Your hold on her thigh becomes tighter as you moves faster, the familiar feeling building up along with her own. “Y-yes.. that’s it yawne..” she whispered out through her cries of pleasure.

She raised herself slightly angling her hips for better friction, this had her mumbling while you cried out. The new angle had her reaching her orgasm almost immediately, the stimulation to her sensitive clit mind-blowing. Your orgasm soon followed rushing over you with such intensity you collapsed onto her, she held you close as you both let the feelings of pleasure pass.

Tsireya giggled sweetly, cupping your cheeks to place a soft kiss to your lips. “Mhm.. let’s continue to teach each other new things at our sleepovers. Okay Y/n?”

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riahollywood · 2 years ago

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♡ a snippet from my fic - Scarlet and Erling’s first time together

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We relocated to the couch where we sat cuddled up together as some movie played. I wasn't paying any attention to what was on the screen as I rested my head against his shoulder.

Erling placed one of his hands on my legs and gently begun caressing my skin.

"You always wear such short things." He commented, his eyes lapping up my bare legs.

My body froze under his touch.

"To be fair I am tall so pretty much everything is short on me even if it's not intended to be." I managed to mutter out, my heart rate increasing as his fingers went further up my thigh.

"You are going to get me into trouble one day." Erling left his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to where I wanted him.

Before I knew it, he had closed the small gap that was between us and softly planted a kiss onto my lips. The kiss didn't last long before he pulled away, leaving me disappointed.

It felt like his eyes were burning through me as I watched as he studied my face. The tension was killing me and I knew he must've felt it too.

I reached out and grabbed the last of my wine, swigging all that remained to give me the confidence boost that I so desperately needed.

"Did you want to show me where your bedroom is?" I asked and his eyes immediately lit up.

I thought back to the first time I was here and how I had ran away when he had asked me the same question. Now it was me that was asking to be taken there.

This man was doing serious things to me that no one had ever made me feel before.

Without saying anything, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to his bedroom.

He carefully put me down onto his bed. I didn't even have time to look around the room as Erling climbed on top of me.

He leaned in, capturing my lips with his. Sighs and moans passed from both of us as he caressed my body with his hands. He ran his tongue over my lips and I gladly parted them allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

Erling pulled away. His gaze wandered down my body and landed on my pink lacey knickers that were now on display after the friction of Erling's body had caused my dress to ride up. He groaned softly when he noticed and he moved down my body.

He kissed up each of my legs till he reached the bottom of my dress, pulling up the fabric a little more to rest on my midriff.

He brought his face to my knickers, his hot breath hitting me before he planted a singular kiss onto me.

His hands went to each side of my knickers as he toyed at the material.

"Can I take these off?" He asked, looking up at me. I nodded.

He slipped my knickers off and down my legs, chucking them somewhere to be found later.

He bought his face back to my now exposed area and wasted no time attaching his tongue to my clit, the shock of the sensation making my body bolt.

Erling smirked. "Relax, baby."

I listened to him and led back. Erling bought his tongue back to my centre, making small strokes.

Without moving his face, he brought my legs up onto his shoulders so he could get a better angle before going back to licking and gently sucking, causing me to moan.

I reached down and pulled his hair out of the tie, allowing my hands to tangle through his blonde locks. I looked down at his face buried into me and my legs hitched over his back. I could see his muscles through his white shirt and God, he was so hot.

He removed his mouth, instead bringing his thumb down to rub me, glancing up to see if I was enjoying it.

This man.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He asked, speeding up the movements of his thumb.

"Oh my God." I moaned at the sensation before bringing my hands back to his hair, causing him to replace his thumb with his tongue once again.

He lapped me up, drawing small circular shapes around where I was now throbbing for him.

Much to my dismay, he stopped.

Erling stood up and removed his shirt and jeans, leaving him in just his pair off pants.

He climbed back onto the bed and pulled my dress off my body. He took a moment to study my body that was now left in just my bra.

"Fucking hell." He murmured before climbing back on top of me, attaching his lips to my neck.

He planted quick, gentle kisses down my neck to my collarbone till he reached my breasts. He ran his finger tips across my hardened nipples that were just covered by the thin lace, making me whimper.

"As pretty as this is, let's get rid of it." He expertly unclasped my bra and threw it to the side before discarding of his boxers.

He was now hovering above me, his naked body inches away from mine.

I was nervous at being so exposed to him but excited at the same time.

I looked up at his eyes, his pupils had widened and there was little of the beautiful blue colour to be seen now.

He bought his hand up to caress my face. "Are you sure you want to do this, baby?"

My heart fluttered every time he called me baby.

"Yes, Erling. I've never been so sure of anything." I spoke truthfully.

He took himself into his hand and stroked up and down a few times. I looked down and my breath hitched as I noticed how big he was.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" He asked, studying my face.

"Um, I'm on the pill and definitely clean so you don't have to."

Erling nodded.

"Me too. Not on the pill, I just meant-" I laughed as he stumbled over his words, grateful for it breaking the tension.

He took himself back into his hand and using the other to hold my hip slowly guided himself in.

"Fuck." He mumbled as he entered me, letting out a shakey breath.

"Let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay baby?" He asked, looking at my face for any hesitation as he eased the rest of the way into me.

I yelped slightly at the shock. He was big. Seriously big.

Erling looked concerned and went to pull away but I tightened my grip around him.

"Can you just... go slow to begin with, please?"

Erling nodded, looking down to watch himself as he pulled out of me to slowly enter again and eventually begin a slow pace.

He groaned and buried his face into my neck as he thrusted in and out of me, building up a faster pace.

I tried my best to focus on the beautiful man above me who was holding me so tightly as he fucked me. Each time he went past a certain point I felt a sharp pain, and after a couple of minutes I couldn't brush it aside any longer.

"Erling?" I spoke quietly.

"Yes, baby?" He answered hoarsely as he continued his movements.

I didn't want to stop him but as things quickened, I was struggling.

"It's hurting." As soon as I said those words he immediately stopped, moving his head from my neck to look at me. He slowly slid out of me, making me wince.

"Oh, no. Oh, Scarlet I am so sorry. I didn't realise I was hurting you." He spoke, his voice cracking at the end.

"It's okay, can you just give me a minute?"

"No, we don't have to do any more Scarlet. I'm so sorry I hurt you." He stroked my face as we locked eyes. His were glistening. He was visibly upset he had hurt me even though it was through no intention of his.

In that moment, I felt so connected to him. Looking back, this was moment I could see myself falling in love with him.

After a minute I reached down and stroked him a couple of times, making him groan in surprise.

I lined him up to me.

"Do you want to try again?"

Erling took a sharp breath.

"Baby, please tell me if it hurts again." He said, waiting for me to nod before he tried to enter me again.

I could feel myself still tense. He was a good few inches in and stopped for a second before trying to go any further.

"I'm sorry. I think I'm just really tense from nerves."

"Baby, I'm literally inside of you. There's no need to be nervous anymore." He said sweetly as he moved my hair from one side away from my neck, planting some sloppy kisses on my neck, knowing how much I loved this.

He soon relaxed me and managed to enter me all the way, letting out a groan into my neck.

As my body got used to him, the uncomfortable feeling subsided and was replaced with pleasure as he thrusted.

He bought his forehead to me, looking me dead in the eyes as his movements continued, making me moan in pleasure.

He smiled hearing my moan, obviously pleased he was making me feel so good.

"Does that feel nice?" He asked in a slightly mocking voice, knowing the answer.

"Oh my God." I moaned as he picked up his pace.

The kisses were passionate, even meaningful as he did his best to keep his soft lips on mine, only breaking away when a moan would escape either of our lips.

Eventually Erling pulled away, scrunching his face up slightly before speaking.

"Fuck, Scarlet. Can I come in you, baby?" He asked, looking at me desperately.

I mumbled, struggling to speak cohesive words with how he was making me feel.

"Mmm."

"Baby is that a yes?" He asked quickly, needing confirmation.

"Yes, Erling." I managed to get out.

Erling hid his face into my neck as his movements got quicker, catching my sweet spot each time which caused me to clench around him.

I felt my tummy go as I realised what was happening. No man had ever made me come like this.

I let the unfamiliar blissful feeling take over and I moaned Erling's name.

I dug my nails into his firm back as he moaned expletives in my ear, coming undone in me.

We led in silence for a minute, catching our breath before he slid out of me.

He pulled me into him and I gladly cuddled up to him, putting my face against his chest as I listened to his pounding heartbeat slowly begin to return to normal.

We stayed like this for what must've been a good 10 minutes before he got up and took himself to the bathroom after telling me to stay put. He returned a few minutes later with his pants now back on, a damp flannel and a towel in his hands.

I couldn't help but stare at his body as he sat down onto the bed.

"I thought I'd better clean up my mess." He said as he carefully pulled the sheets away from me.

He bought the cold flannel down to me and wiped me where his juices had seeped out. The sensation of both the cold water and the tenderness from taking him made me wince. Erling looked heartbroken.

"Did I really hurt you that bad?" He asked concerned as I sat up.

"It's okay, Erling. It's my fault for being tense."

"Scarlet it's not your fault if I've hurt you. You shouldn't have let me carry on." He asked, a tone of anger creeping into his voice.

I knew he was angry at hurting me, not at me, but I didn't know what to say. I felt tears begin to form in my eyes, a mixture of the pain, Erling's tone of voice and the overwhelmingness of what we had just done.

I sat up and began scanning the room for my discarded clothes.

"Scarlet?" Erling asked as I got up and quickly put my underwear back on.

"I need to leave." I went to pop my dress over my head when Erling stopped me, pulling my wrists to my side.

"Please, I just want to go." I said, my voice breaking as I could feel tears brimming at my eyes.

Erling noticed and he looked truly devastated.

"No, no, no." He grabbed me into his arms and sat back down on his bed as he cradled me in his arms.

I gave in trying to leave and accepted my fate. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and he kissed the top of my head.

"I didn't mean to shout, I'm sorry."

I avoided his gaze, instead looking down to my hands. "It's okay." I muttered.

"I just can't deal with the thought of you being in pain, let alone me being the one causing it." He spoke quietly.

"Seriously, it's fine. In the end it felt amazing. Just... it's been a while and you're... not exactly small."

He couldn't help but laugh slightly as he ran his hand up and down my arm.

We sat there with me in his lap for a good five minutes and just enjoyed each other's presence.

"Stay here." He got up and put me back down onto the bed.

He returned what must've been 10 minutes later and asked me to follow him into the bathroom.

I followed him into the beautifully marbled room where he had ran me a bubble bath and placed a clean pair of his pants and t shirt on the side, presumably for me to put on.

I caught a gimped of myself in his mirror. I looked absolutely fucked. I was just in my underwear which weren't on properly, my hair looked like it hadn't seen a brush in about a week and there were numerous hickeys on my neck.

They'd be fun to cover come Monday.

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unleashthegoats · 1 year ago

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BONUS AHSOKA SHOW REACTION EPISODE: GET FUCKED, YOU FILTHY CASUALS

We watched the Ahsoka show and have a LOT to say! Welcome to what is probably our most explicit episode so far, where we chat about visuals, costumes, lightsaber battles, casting and characters, the problems that arise when you try to stack too many shows together, and things you should avoid while worldbuilding. Angela liked how pretty it was. Natalie liked the side characters. Sugar liked that it ended.

Content warning: brief mentions of antisemitism and racism. Our intro and outro music is Mos Eisley Cantina by Spiedkiks on Free Music Archive (CC BY-SA).

Note from Mod Sugar: There were several things we ran out of time to discuss, so here is a quick overview of a few things we want to make sure we acknowledge:

The late Ray Stevenson was a hit for all of us. While, like Hayden, he ended up with some pretty limited material to work with, his performance was arguably the most compelling on the entire show and whoever comes in to take over the role has some big shoes to fill.

Fan reactions to Shin Hati (and actress Ivanna Sakhno) in comparison to the fan reactions to Reva Sevander and Moses Ingram are INCREDIBLY telling. Liking Shin is perfectly valid, liking Shin more than Reva is perfectly valid (although Mod Sugar disagrees with your taste). But it's impossible to deny the racism involved in the way Shin and Ivanna are being greeted with immense amounts of love even though Reva and Moses got so much hate from fans that multiple members of the cast and creative team had to go online to defend her and ask it to stop.

The New Republic storyline and Hera's part in it. This honestly feels like it should've been a storyline for Luke and Leia but is being tossed onto Hera because Disney's too scared to recast either character in order to do more stories with them (Mod Fae: even though much of this storyline is based on a series of novels that centered Luke and Leia). Hera's out of character behavior and the vilification of the New Republic (something that began in The Mandalorian) is immensely frustrating. It's always nice to see Carson Teva (and Paul Sun-Hyung Lee) again, though.

The Jedi criticism was entirely expected from Filoni, but it doesn't make it any less upsetting to see, especially given how positive the show was about Anakin, the man who betrayed the Jedi and committed their genocide. The lack of any acknowledgement of Ahsoka's relationships to other Jedi who weren't Anakin doesn't help the issue.

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fuxuannie · 1 year ago

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╭₊˚ ๑︰i hope these words reach you in the universe where you didn't leave my life.

:★: relationship : (filo & modern au) blade x g-neutral reader

:★: warnings : PANGET TAGLISH KO WWHWUWHWSH, other than that .. none!

:★: a/n : WE BACK WITH THE FILO AUS 🔥🔥 plz i would've made this on twt if it wasn't for the bonfire going awn there.. rip 🙏 (no translations for this talaga kase its honestly better for me when its written in tagalog huhu)

"Hi, Blade!

Sana pagnakita mo to, I didn't take 500 years to send it to you hehe. Or infact, di ako natakot and never sent it talaga. Sounds like something I'd do.

Anyways.. I think sobrang obvious naman na gusto kita, I mean childhood friends kami ehhh! Since grade 1 naalala kita sa buhay ko, and I really wouldn't have wished for anyone else to grow up with.

I know were gonna be super busy with college na, and I just.. nakakatakot haha. I know that you wanna move back home para you can be with your family ulit but I just.. Yoko talaga na aalis ka tas wala pa akong sinabi, di yan talaga tama sa puso ko eh. It's not right to torture my own heart with the what if's of life.

So when you read this, it's most likely nasa eroplano ka na or I ran off super dramatically kapag binagay ko to kase I don't want to know how you reacted sa talaga lang. I want to tell you and that's it, you're not obligated naman to return the feelings or ganun! Whatever your answer is, I will accept, and even if walang answer.. I'm sure I'll be okay. :) Gusto ko lang na alam mo that while you're gone, meron naman hihintay sayo hanggat babalik ka HAHAHA.

I really do hope future me gives this to you. I hope you're happy back home, and tell tita naghello ako please!

And I love you.

Ang panget mo, from : (name)."

You feel the paper in your pocket as the car ride to the airport was.. painfully silent. Not in a way that you had nothing to say, but both of you had too much to say. Not enough time as you already see the familiar building within your view, all the while still fidgeting with the paper with uneasiness.

You help Blade with his bags, seeing the dark circles under his eyes indicating he couldn't sleep until this moment. It's clear he's scared too, almost as if torn between home and home, the home he's made with you in the Philippines. "You okay..?"

Blade doesn't realize how he's just been staring at you, shaking his head and giving you what seemed to be the saddest smile you'd ever see on his face. "Wala lang."

You walk him to entrance, each step making your heart feel like it's being crushed by a hydraulic press. Blade went to grab a cart as you stood there and stared at the entrance, not being able to fathom that this was it. This was your last moments with him in person.

"So.."

He cleared his throat while you placed his bags onto the cart, looking up at him with those lost and admittedly scared eyes. Neither of you could hide the pain that came with the situation, both afraid for the future without the person you considered your other half. "I.. I just wanna say thank you, for being here and being in my life."

You chuckle, wiping away a tear as you try to smile. "I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else."

Then you remember the note, digging into your pockets and immediately recognizing its material and texture. You look back at Blade and sniffle, "I just wish there was more tim-"

But before you could finish, his arms wrap around you with such desperation. He held onto you like he didn't want to let go, which admittedly - he didn't want to.

You blink away your tears as your head rests on his shoulder, it's all going so fast. The day had long disappeared and the sky shifts to a dark blue, you hug him back as tightly as you could.

And in the moment, your heart drops at an idea.

"What if he falls inlove with someone he could actually be with?"

I mean.. the idea was possible, long distance relationships are.. hard. Certainly not for the faint of heart, and you'd both have to be ready for years of no physical contact.. not to mention being busy with college.

He could be with someone that's there for him 24/7, who can be the pillar to support him when you couldn't. Someone he deserves, and is one drive away, not on the other side of the world.

You were just about to slip the note into his pocket, but your hand stopped and you crumpled the letter in your own sadness.

"Uh.. Blade, I think it's time to go." You muttered, hesitantly pulling away even if it hurt your heart to do so. "Take care, okay?"

He smiles at those words, knowing you were his reminder to do so. "I'll do so for you."

That answer made your heart ache.

But Blade notices a piece of paper in your hands. Intrigued, he asks; "Ano yan?"

Taken aback by the fact he noticed, you tear up the paper and try to laugh it off. "Wala, just trash." But Blade rolls his eyes and takes it from your hand, despite your small gasp of surprise. "I'll throw it out."

You were.. hesitant about that, but you agree nevertheless.

You two share a little more time to talk before he realizes the time, and not wanting to be late for his flight - he decides that it's time to go.

"Thanks again, don't miss me too much." He teased to ease the tension.

You scoffed. "As if I'd miss you."

He loved it when you played along with his antics, he was really going to miss this. "Bye, (name)."

You stayed strong for these last moments, holding your tongue to stop yourself from crying out how much you loved him.. and begging him to stay.

"Goodbye, Blade."

#♡ — 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 #˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade x reader #blade hsr x reader #hsr filo au #filo au #honkai star rail filo au

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littlelesbinonny · 1 year ago

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 32: In Which The Tower Begins to Lean

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

"And uh, we have your daughters, Lady Dimitrescu."

"You - what?"

"We have your daughters, but they're unharmed."

Alcina was completely dumbstruck by the words spoken just now, unsure if she heard any of that correctly.

Anjelica, a lieutenant under Dmitri's command had been the first to call at this ungodly hour to report another collapse in what had now been discovered as a whole new tunnel system under the already compromised cave.

"I-I'm sorry, what do you mean you have my daughters?"

"They were assisting in the exploration, as you'd sent them to do, my lady? They were the first to find the system - "

Blood boiling was a low, minimal, grossly understated, description of the fury Alcina was currently experiencing.

It'd been only two goddamn days since she'd spoken with Dmitri. How had they slipped their way under her nose and escaped to the camp? How had they known about the tunnel to begin with? How had she been so blind as to not notice the absence of her girls? How had she, a mother, been so irresponsible?

"THEY WHAT?!" she screamed, interrupting the explanation coming in from the other line.

Donna and Karl felt the undeniable shards of ice shoot from Alcina's energy field, her shriek a nerve pinching addition.

Donna was mortified the girls were there and had been caught up in this, a thousand and one thoughts of the situation crashing around in her skull, though simultaneously relieved beyond measure they were unscathed.

Karl was doing everything he could to contain the chaotic mix of anger and guilt that was bubbling grotesquely from his gut.

Hey eyes began to fill with blackness, her rage transforming her into the monster no one wanted to meet as she spiraled at the news.

Like a bomb hissing the hint at its explosion, Alcina's voice dropped to an eerie hush, "keep my daughters in your sights. Do not let them go anywhere. I will be there by the end of the day."

Anjelica was unable to respond as she slammed the receiver down with such a clang Donna and Karl jumped. Her nails began digging caverns into the wood of her desk as she fumed to the brink of implode.

"Tell my team they better be hot on my trail to the old tunnels because I am leaving now!" she barked, ripping herself from the cat-like, hunched stance over the phone.

She was gone in a flash.

"Karl!" Donna blurted at the man already dashing after her.

"Don't worry, I got it, I got it!"

Luckily for Karl, Alcina's perfume allowed him to follow her flitting through the vastness of the city, she was faster than lycans by a landslide but he finally caught up to her as she was headed for her exit.

"Alcina!" he called, "Alcina! ALCINA - WOULD YOU FUCKING WAIT?!"

Turning a sharp corner he about ran face first into her chest, "holy fuck!" he cursed, forcing his course change and slamming into the neighboring wall.

"WHAT?!"

"Listen!" he bit back, "I've got a very nice gift for you before you depart that I really feel like you NEED on this particular little venture, so would you chill your shit for JUST A SECOND?"

The black orbs that had encapsulated her eye sockets began to slowly sift away the darkness, her clenched fists relaxed slightly and her breathing mellowed to a point her lips were no longer screwed into a tight grimace.

"Yes?" she replied with a very prominent bite, annoyed at being stopped in the first place.

Karl huffed, "I uh, I made you a new suit. Will you please come with me back to my shop so you can change into it?"

Dropping the last of her guard at the very rare sincerity in his voice, Alcina released the tension in her shoulders, "oh."

The new suit Karl had crafted for her was impeccable. It fit very similarly to the last one but the blackness of the material was unlike anything she'd seen before. It was as ebony and absent of light as a void in space. However, the feel was soft and malleable, it moved well, and it was comfortable beyond measure. As she ran her glassine nails down the fabric on her arm, testing its resiliency, she noted how the material moved similarly to chainmail.

"I know it feels light and basically shreddable, ya know like some catsuit knock off from a shitty Batman movie, but I promise this is... dragon scales tier."

He was so eloquent.

Alcina threw her gaze to him as he scratched his head unceremoniously with his ragged hat, "it looks nothing like that. This is a beautiful piece of work... thank you. I assume you won't tell me what it's made of?"

"Nope! That shit stays in my brain."

"A scary place, I'm sure."

"You know it. Now come on, quit oogling my goods and get your ass moving."

A sharp eyeroll later Alcina was headed to the door.

"Be careful, ferocious predator."

All he received was a limp-wristed wave with her back turned as she ducked though the doorway.

Alcina arrived right on time as she had announced. The sun had set not seconds ago and she was now in the warehouse with Dmitri, her girls, and a few soldiers.

The warehouse was not soundproof and the vampires were struggling to ignore the chastising from the Matriarch behind a closed door. Gerard, Mateo, and Elina arrived just in time for the worst of it.

"How could you?!" she scolded, pacing back and forth in the stark, ugly, bleak bunk room at the very back, "how could you all do something like this behind my back?! And how dare you all LIE that I sent you to do this! You could have been killed! What were you thinking?!"

"Mama, please!" Daniella tried, "there's more to it than just - "

"I don't want to hear a word of it! I don't care your reasonings - this is easily the most irresponsible thing you all have ever done."

Cassandra huffed, brushing off some left over dust and rubble, "Mamă, dacă nu eram noi nu ar fi știut niciodată că există un întreg sistem de tuneluri! NOI, noi, l-am găsit!" (Mother, if it weren't for us they never would have known there was a whole tunnel system! WE, us, we found it!)

Alcina's eyes grew dangerously deep as she peered at her middle daughter, her nostrils flaring as she debated how much she could hold back; "Cu toții știați clar despre peșteră când ați ajuns aici și tot ați decis să faceți asta? A meritat gloria? Nu știu a cui idee a fost și nu-mi pasă că a fost o prostie și egoistă! Idiot!" (You all clearly knew about the danger when you got here, and still you decided to do this? Was the glory worth it? I don't know whose idea it was and I don't care, it was foolish and selfish! Idiotic!)

"Egoist? Egoist?" Cassandra tested. (Selfish? Selfish?)

Bela sat upright quickly, "Cass, nu" (Cass, don't.)

"Vrei să discutăm despre egoism?" (You want to discuss selfish?)

"Cass!" Bela hissed.

"Da mamă, hai să vorbim despre asta, ai ști multe despre asta, nu-i așa." (Yes mother, let's talk about it, you would know a lot about it wouldn't you.)

"Cassandra Dimitrescu - " Alcina warned fiercely, but the strong willed, bull-headed daughter that was so much like her butted right back in.

"E egoist din partea ta să ne ții în întuneric! Este egoist din partea ta să ne tratezi ca pe niște copii - este egoist din partea ta să ne ignori și să te prefaci că nu vedem, auzim sau știm lucruri! Este egoist din partea ta să ne ții lucruri pe care le putem ajuta și de care ar trebui să fim conștienți! Suntem luptători! Așa cum ne-ați antrenat să fim! Nu ne mai tratați ca niște figurine de sticlă care se vor sparge dacă suntem scăpați!" (It is selfish of you to keep us in the dark! It is selfish of you to treat us like children - it is selfish of you to ignore us and pretend like we don't see or hear or know things! It is selfish of you to keep things from us that we can help with and should be aware of! We are fighters! Just like you trained us to be! Stop treating us like glass figurines that will shatter if we're dropped!)

Her voice reached the pitch Alcina's had taken not moments before and she rose from the bench she was sitting on, angry and waving her arm at her sisters, her eyes never leaving her mothers.

"Dacă nu ai fi atât de consumat în micul tău om, poate ai avea o idee despre ce se întâmplă cu noi încă o dată! Poate ai avea timp pentru noi... Dar nu, noi suntem egoiştii?" (If you weren't so consumed in your little human maybe you would have a clue what goes on with us once more! Maybe you would have time for us... But no, we're the selfish ones?)

The silence flooded the room like a tidal wave, slamming down everything in its path.

Alcina stood still as a statue, her eyes locked with Cassandra while the cold pit in her stomach grew heavier and more unbearable. She felt hot.

Finally dropping her gaze from the stare-down with Alcina, Cassandra placed her hand over her mouth and shook her head, "Mother, I'm sorry, I -"

"Tăcere," Alcina stated in the most unfeeling tone the girls had ever heard, "Mateo te va duce înapoi la conac. Vei sta acolo până la întoarcerea mea." (Silence. Mateo will take you back to the manor. You will stay there until my return.)

"Mama -"

"Mateo!" She called, shutting down Bela's voice. As he entered Alcina looked to him with sternness, "take my daughters back to the manor. You will occupy the courtyard with whatever comrades you choose. They are not to leave and no one is allowed to enter. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, my lady." He replied with a curt nod, looking to the girls who were uneasily shifting and moving towards the door.

With her eyes donning a sharp glance, she watched her girls shuffled by without moving a muscle. Daniella stopped just shy of her arm to touch it gently.

"Go."

The camp had progressed impressively since she had been there last and they finally looked fortified to her liking. There was a myriad of artillery boxes lined about and everyone was indeed armed to the teeth. Their readiness might have made her smile, but not tonight.

Dmitri guided her, Elina and Gerard to the new base closest to the cave. Sylvia was there going through photos and some kind of ground scans their men had produced before the newest collapse.

"Lady Dimitrescu," Sylvia smiled warmly at the Matriarch, "a pleasure to have you with us again."

"If only the terms were better. What do you know?"

They spent the next several minutes reviewing the data they had collected before and after the fact, all of which was interesting but still no solid answers to anything at all. The cave and the newly discovered tunnel system was still just as cryptic. When she was told that Angie was also on the frontline of the exploration expedition, Alcina raised a brow quickly and asked for here whereabouts. She had conveniently already made her way back to the underground city. Making a mental note to grill Donna when she got back was moved to the top of the list. Getting ahold of Angie for direct questioning would be as fruitful as catching a slimy fish with bare hands.

"Still no activity anywhere, thankfully. There is still one pocket that we have access to; these print outs here of the scan show that we might be able to slip one person through... if we can safely infiltrate it we might be able to continue our search for where the mutant came from."

Alcina pursed her lips at the suggestion.

"I don't think it is wise," Dmitri chimed in, "we still have no answers as to why the integrity of this place is so compromised or what is causing it. We had nearly the whole team down there when the faulty layers began to give. Had it not been for your daughters exceptional hearing, we might have all been lost."

While that softened her a little, it still left a sour taste in her mouth.

"I want to go down."

"My lady -"

"I want to go down," she reiterated firmly, "I will test the waters, so-to-speak. I may not be the lightest or the smallest, but I am fast and I will be as good as any candidate to push its limits. You will all be right there to aid me if I need it."

Everyone else exchanged glances as Alcina mulled over the scattered photos. Weary of waiting for any verbal confirmation she headed towards the crumbled cave entrance.

"Well?" Dmitri called.

Cramped but carefully navigating her way between rubble, Alcina grimaced as she pushed through some rocks, knocking them over with a cracking crash. Silence.

"Nothing else is shifting thus far - I believe it's safe to follow."

It was blessedly dark in this stupid cavern and it smelled musty and was dirty. Alcina forced her displeasure aside and was soon joined by Dmitri and Petra, a small lycan who was the true scout on the escapade.

There was very little room to move any which way but forwards or backwards and it was a bit of a steep decline into the tunnel entrance that they were now facing. The pocket in question was directly to the left and Alcina crouched down to examine her next move.

"How's it look? Everything still alright?" Sylvia asked from the comm.

Dmitri huffed, "all fine. We're at the entrance. Will update as we go," he stuffed the comm back in the holster and held his flashlight above Alcina, "I think she misunderstood me when I said I would update her as needed... perhaps it is my accent."

Alcina smirked, "she's eager. I doubt I'd be any less unbearable if I were in her shoes."

"Indeed."

He winked as she peered at him over her shoulder.

After at least half an hour of rearranging rubble and rock carefully as they might, they managed to create an opening stable enough for Petra to slip through.

The moment she slithered her way in, the unfortunate grumble of shifting earth rumbled loudly and with haste Alcina grabbed for Petra, yanked her from the opening just as the rocks came crashing down on the other side.

Dmitri hoisted Petra up and shoved her through the way they came, he and Alcina racing to the surface behind her as everything began to collapse behind them.

Petra had made it out, Alcina and Dmitri were just to the birth of the cave when the ceiling above them came tumbling down. In the blink of an eye Dmitri grasped for Alcina and in his infinite wisdom and instinct lunged for the mouth with barely a split second to spare as the debris came down in a dust cloud that gulped everything up.

Your unease had started earlier that evening. Maybe 7, 7:30 or so.

There had been no apparent reason except that perhaps tomorrow was Monday and you were generally dreading having to go back to work.

Still, you had memories of yesterday and it painted a smile on your face.

Today was Alcina's birthday and you doubted you'd see her tonight, for maybe even a couple days now, what with whatever vampire business was happening, and Donna. You didn't know Donna at all, but the way Alcina mentioned the ass-chewing she may receive upon return from her made you snicker. She seemed spicy but overall concerned and loving of her friend. The thought of what her life was really like down there in the underground kept your brain distracted for a while anyway. You so wished you could be part of it one day. Meet her daughters. Donna. Karl. You'd already met Angie and that was a wild ride all its own, you couldn't help but wonder what everyone else was really like.

The unease didn't really get any better as the night progressed and after a couple of episodes of The Nanny you turned into bed.

You'd wasted an entire Sunday being a complete bump on a log and that was fine.

With Alcina's gloves securely in your grasp as you snuggled into your bed, a small smile resided on your face as the haziness of sleep wafted through you, the image of her wearing the new ones you bought her still beaming in your chest like a bright beacon. You'd give her anything in the world if you could. Anything. And the thought swept you into the darkness.

There was so much blood.

So much blood, everywhere.

It was pungent.

Bodies everywhere. And in the near distance you could hear... crunching. A sloppy sound, lapping, sucking, something... terrible.

Wherever you were the halls were tight, the rooms dense, closed-in, blood on ever inch of every floor. Bodies scattered here and there. Massacred messes of broken bones and torn up flesh, faces, clothing, unrecognizable.

You tried to be mindful of where you stepped, steadying yourself on the sticky cold walls as you searched out this chewing, crunching, slurping sound.

The building was rumbling. Low at first; like a train was passing by on wobbly tracks - it ebbed - pulsed, long, drawn out, like wind picking up momentum. It seemed as though every step you took was bringing about a harshness of the grumble, and each move you made you expected to hear something crashing to the ground and breaking. And nothing ever did.

Stairs.

Stairs that lead you up but took you down.

And you followed each creaking, shaking, unsecure step.

Down - up - sideways?

Light. Light at the end of a corridor.

A room, where the sounds grew louder and poignant.

The smells were so much more intense and you gagged as you rounded the corner. And there in the room, the only one flooded with red and purple light pouring in from the windows, was a figure hunched with a broken body in its grasp.

More bodies lay strewn in a haphazard manner, limp and bent and broken and rotting in their own dead blood.

The figure growled and began to stand, you froze in the doorway and watched unable to budge.

Tall.

So tall.

The body dropped from its claws with a thud and white eyes met you as it turned.

Alcina.

She was gaunt. So thin. So much taller. Vicious and sneering at you. Covered in blood from mouth to toe. Fingernails long, protruding from her fingertips like scythes. Teeth jagged, bloody and sharp.

You wanted to fall back, or call to her to remind her it was you, that it was you, just you. But those white eyes made you immobile. For the first time in your life you felt fear of her, terror, horror, the strongest desire you'd ever had to run from her.

'I am what I am.'

She said, her voice so unlike her own you didn't believe it was her. It was sickeningly sweet, yet bitter and slimy, breaking with a hiss.

'You know what I am - I will kill - I will kill - a monster is what it is.'

She moved towards you like a skip in a video and yet you still could not move from her advance.

'You cannot tame me - I kill - and I will kill you, too.'

Another glitch and she was closer, your breathing laboring harder and harder until you felt you may scream out the fear swelling inside you.

'Run - run - make me chase you, little mouse!'

She lunged.

You screamed.

"Fuck! Fuck!" you shouted as you shot up in bed, huffing and sweating, "what the fuck... what the fuck...." reaching for your phone with the utmost clumsiness, you looked at the screen hastily for a time.

4:55.

"Oh holy fuck," you huffed, still catching your breath, "oh my god... what the fuck."

The sheer terror of that dream was still too potent in your veins and you physically had to get up an out of bed to feel better. Fight or flight had never felt so real in a dream and you hated every second of it. What the fuck was that even about?

You didn't want to be scared of Alcina. You knew that wasn't real. You knew her. You knew her.

Fuck that dream, fuck that dream.

You promptly jumped in the shower.

Dazed, confused, and exceptionally wired energetically, you found yourself sitting outside on your lunch break, desperately needing silence and alone time.

Rustling overhead finally caught your attention and you looked up.

More than pleasantly surprised to find your crow family had followed you to work, you were now all smile from ear to ear as you shuffled on the bench in the courtyard while they landed and pitter-pattered around.

Today had been too weird for your liking but you were trudging through it. You used every bit of your willpower to ignore your dream altogether and gaslit yourself at every turn that it never happened. Work was wickedly busy and you weren't bitching about it for once.

"Well look at you beautiful little creatures - I uh, I don't have any goodies for you I'm afraid..." you grinned leaning forward on the bench, simultaneously pulling your scarf a little tighter around your neck, "happy for the company though."

The largest, once again, came up to your feet and eyed you with focus. The beautiful black of its feathers flickering the prism of color off the suns rays.

"You all need names," you blurted at the one below you, smiling still, "can I name you, or will I be cursed from the fae world?"

The crow didn't budge at your chuckle so you shrugged and pondered.

"Ok, I'm not even going to attempt to guess genders here, not that they are relevant, but... let's see... you," you stated softly looking at another one approaching you, "how 'bout Ash. Very clever, I know," you giggled, "and you... Onyx? Yeah, I'll be here all week with this brilliance," you said to another coming close, "you - Noir. And you - Shade - and you... how about Obsidian, call you Siddy, or Sidda for short? And... you," you hunched on your knees looking to the largest, the one at your feet, who seemed completely unafraid of you, "Ebony."

The six of them were gathered in front of you in a crescent moon shape. Silent. Almost as if they were pondering you as hard as you were pondering them. Each set of shiny, pitch black eyes watching you watch them.

"Do those suffice?" you asked the group, your gaze settling on Ebony.

Whether it was the faint wisp of a a whisper from the wind, or your own imagination slithering through to take advantage of your unbalanced state, you heard in your ear, clear as day; "yes."

Before you could react they took flight and left you there in silent bewilderment.

"LADY DIMITRESCU!"

The shouting and mayhem of everyone closing in with shouts and barked orders galore was quite muffled as Alcina pawed her way out from under a boulder or two. Dmitri was doing the same as the patrol of vampires and lycans reached them with haste.

"Are you alright? Are both of you alright?"

Sylvia's voice permeated the haze in her skull. "Yes, yes, I'm - I'm fine," Alcina replied taking the hands that had been offered to pull her from the remaining rubble.

Side-eying Dmitri, he nodded his answer of being unharmed and she dusted off her new suit. Not a scratch or a snag.

"We heard the rumbling underground before the collapse - we tried to radio - did it not come through?

Dmitri patted off his uniform and ran a hand through his thick, white hair and twisted his neck with agitation, "no, we did not receive it. Though I'm not sure how that would cause interference."

"You heard rumbling all the way out here?" Alcina reiterated to Sylvia as the soldiers were now investigating the fully concaved disaster behind them.

The lycan commander nodded with a worried expression on her face, "it started from under us and moved in your direction... then spread like spider legs in all directions afterwards."

Silent thoughts and unspoken concern plagued the three.

"Your scan showed no sign of tunnels under the camp and outposts." Dmitri stated.

"Correct. Which makes this all the more baffling. And now we have zero access to anything underground that isn't blockaded by boulders and rubble galore. We can't very well start digging and drilling holes. We've already had a run-in with the Bureau of Land Management; we dropped your name to two officials before their dumbasses got word to fuck off from the higher ups. We don't need more issues with the humans."

Alcina was over this day.

She scrunched her face as she rubbed her forehead, "does anyone here smoke? I want a fucking cigarette."

"M'lady." Came a gruff voice from beside her not five seconds after.

A large burley lycan with his arm outstretch held a crunched, half used pack of Marlboros and Alcina plucked one without pause. He flicked open his lighter and lit the end while she took a long, drawn out drag. Marlboros sucked but she wasn't about to be picky.

"Thank you," she sighed out the smoke, nodding in return to him, forcing her focus to the task at hand, "well... I suppose this means more work, more man hours, more dead ends, and less answers and more questions than we ever had to begin with. Does this sound about right?" she questioned flatly.

Everyone nodded.

"Wonderful!"

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