#nice and accurate gift exchange

[eefaevie]

suddenly I’m holding the world in my arms

merry christmas and happy holidays to @blueroses0403 !! my secret santa gift to you is this hadestown-inspired drawing of our beloved ineffable husbands 🫶❤️

[the-s1lly-corner]

CREEPYPASTA CHARACTERS CELEBRATING VALENTINE'S DAY

"but admin, its early January!" yeah well if christmas stuff can start coming the second fall starts then i can celebrate valentines early/j also i saw valentines stuff already being set up at the store and its gotten me in the mood writing this at 2:30 am while playing a roblox tycoon, im fighting demons rn... so tonights writing may be a little.... off... as per usual, jeff toby and ben are written as platonic (and honestly, i think platonic friendships are just as deserving of being celebrated too!) typos and blugh-y-ness aside, i hope you all enjoy!

SLENDERMAN:

i think he might be a little behind on the tradition... so you might have to fill him in...! i think once he gets an understanding of the holiday he tries to do something for you! i think he would pick flowers from around the forest for you ! so be prepared for that! but if you have an allergy or arent really a flower person, then i think he might find you a collection of cool rocks... maybe he even carves something from wood for you! dont forget picnics, too! i think he would take this as a moment to remind you how much he loves you... its not often that he verbalizes how much he values you.... well verbalize in terms of speaking in your head... but...! 8/10 hes my wife your honor!

SPLENDORMAN:

unlike his brother he DOES know what the holiday is and just know hes going to get this huge picnic set up for you! he cant exactly go out and buy you anything (actually... most of these characters cant....) so i think he might make you something! a handmade gift! isnt that nice! might give you a flower crown as well... i think he would try his hand at making the food for the picnic, i think unlike slender he can handle digesting human food... okayish... be it because he built a tolerance or because hes built different... shrugs... gives you a bouquet of sun flowers and makes the day about YOU... he would appreciate a gift, but hes not going to give you flack for not getting him anything 8/10 i love him too i wish i wrote for him more

EYELESS JACK:

honestly given that he lives in a cabin in the woods with like. zero ties to the outside world, he kind of loses his sense of time... kind of just relies off of the weather changing through the year to gauge what month it is... and even then that can only be so accurate... no youre probably going to have to remind him or drop some hints... kind of panics at first... i think he would offer to do some services for you (not like that) such as doing some work around your place, or cooking for you... but that doesnt mean much when he already kind of does that... hmmm.... offers to take you out to watch the stars, you guys end up exchanging stories... maybe if you ask nicely, he might come out with you to the streets and stroll around with you after everyone else has gone to bed... i dont think he really does... big gestures... 7/10 i still love him too and tbh my ass wouldnt mind not getting a huge gesture or gift

LAUGHING JACK:

i think he would go all out when he sees the valentines day commercials airing on the tv. i can see him making an arts and crafts thing for you but i can also see him just outright going to a store and stealing something. what are they going to do? arrest a 7 foot clown that can disappear into a puff of smoke? yeah right... whaaaaat? no of course he didnt steal this really expensive piece of jewelry! i think he would expect something in return though so you better have gotten him something! i think he would be satisfied with some candy, and perhaps some extra affection? please? generally easy to please during this holiday since hes just happy to have you around and to himself 9/10 i love him your honor hes my other wife

MASKY/TIM:

masky does know about the holiday, for the most part, usually from media and commercials, though... im still a little eh on how i write masky and hoodie in general but shhhh. i dont think he would see it as much of a big deal, though... but he can kind of see it being a big deal to you, if it is of course. i think he would just bluntly try to ask you what you want. no beating around the bush with this one... doesnt expect anything in return nor does he want anything... but i dont think he would deny you if you wanted to spoil him... 6/10 i love me a straight forward king

as for tim i think he might try to put some more romance into his attempt and try to surprise you... might cook you dinner and decorate the place to look fancy, since i dont think he would like going out to some fancy restaurant... gives you flowers, too... doesnt ask for anything in return either but his eyes do light up a little when you get him something, bonus if its not your typical valentines gift and its something thats more relevant and practical in the long run 6.5/10

HOODIE/BRIAN:

i think i can see hoodie being a little more playful in this scenario, but not by much... hes not at emotionally distant as masky is, but hes still not easy to read. i think he would make you something... maybe its because i see brian being into art and its bleeding into how i interpret hoodie, but i think he would paint you something... or maybe he tries to set up a little movie date for you two! makes a pillow fort to surprise you, too.. very nice, very calm night.. you guys stay up all night together. he refuses to fall asleep before you... 7/10

between the two if im going to go with the artist hc brian is the better artist and is generally more confident in his ability to make something that looks pleasing to the sight orbs. be it a portrait or something based around one of your interests, hes going to be working for weeks in advance trying to perfect it... i think he might also try to take you out for dinner, too. i can see brian being a bit of a romantic sap, probably plays your guys's songs while you're driving around town together 9/10 i would actually cry personally

TICCI TOBY:

between being on the run for krilling his dad and for burning his neighborhood down + working for slenderman toby isnt around often... but he does try to still make time for you, especially when theres holidays going on! hell, he still tries to come over when its saint pattys day. he doesnt care if he doesnt have green, hes still going to go check in on you. so hands down hes going to be there for you... though i dont think he would be able to offer you anything... so you two hanging out will have to suffice. while its not traditional to give your friends anything for valentines (which i think is bs, i like giving my friends candy and homemade goods) he might... just try to go shoplift some chocolate... please talk him out of it... 6/10 its a cool hang out, you guys probably watch movies and catch up!

JEFF THE KILLER:

"ew feelings and caring about others" kind of sums up jeffs views on valentines, and as immature as it sounds, its his true thoughts. so dont expect anything from him, i mean if you ask to hang out he might swing by your place. and by swing by i mean hes going to pick the lock to your window and let himself in through your bathroom... which scares the hell out of you considering youve given him a key to your house... similar to toby the day is spent like any other, which is fine.. not terrible, honestly. you guys probably just fuck around and do what you guys normally do, 6/10

BEN DROWNED:

"ew feelings and caring about others" for ben as well but thats because hes literally a ghost kid so it makes sense for him to have that mindset, so dont expect him to mention the day to you. i think if anything he might send you a png of those dumb valentines cards or memes but stress that hes only doing it because he thinks it might make you happy... which is sweet and sad because how often does ben get to interact and befriend people? communicate with them? otherwise you guys just do your own thing, 5/10

PUPPETEER:

oh hes going to be dramatic about it. you better get him something, reader! unlike laughing jack hes not easy to please! you better not pick him up some basic card from the store, you better make it unique to him! he doesnt eat so you dont need to burn a hole in your wallet to get him some expensive chocolates or plushies.. but what does he do for you? i think he would... do something similar in return, actually. maybe its the puppet theming but i can see him putting on a little show for you, or maybe even hand making you your own toy/plushie, totally catered to you and your interests! just know hes going to want your undivided attention for the entire day, and in return youre going to have his attention as well 7.5/10

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Ruined

|Jacques Le Gris x Fem!Reader|

Short Story

Summary: Once you come of age, you're sent to your brother-in-law's estate to find a husband. After months of deflecting and denying suitors, old and young, you encounter the dangerous squire Jacques le Gris.

Author's Note: Jacques le Gris is a rapist. No matter which point of view you look at, he is a rapist. I would also like to say that I personally hate him. He embodies everything I hate about men and victim blaming in the modern world. Still, at the same time, I am so incredibly enamored by him, primarily due to Adam Driver's acting. Initially, I didn't want to write this story, but it would not leave me alone. Without further ado, here is Ruined. I hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Mentions of rape, period-accurate sexism, noncon elements, extremely toxic masculinity, orgy (non-participating), the reader is a virgin, slight blood play, violence, degradation (Jacques receiving), rough sex, Jacques is not nice until the end, sexual blackmail, unprotected sex, PIV.

(I wrote this story almost a year ago but realized I didn't publish it here for some reason. You'll definitely see how much my writing has changed for the better.)

The obnoxious noises of people chanting draw you out of your trance, sipping wine from a silver goblet periodically to drown everything out. These parties were never your favorite, but you came, observing the party-goers dancing drunkenly as if it was your duty to attend.

You roll your eyes as the crowd cheers, Count Pierre yelling above the rest, a woman on his lap, and bringing your gaze to where the sound is directed.

A young man with raven hair draped around his neck stalks towards a maiden, a smirk on his lips, untying his white tunic. His chest is broad, a sheen of sweat glittering on his skin in the candlelight. He would be so much more attractive if this were a different situation. You could even imagine yourself being the one to pleasure his cock. You roll your eyes, understanding the intentions of this whole charade.

"Jacques, my boy, get on with it," Pierre says, growing impatient with the lack of excitement.

He nods, making wide steps to the woman, circling a wooden table as she runs in the opposite direction he follows. You can't help the groan of distaste that releases, tilting the cup to your lips and turning away, not wanting to see the show.

How could anyone like this? It was blasphemous in the eyes of the Lord. Mary would be weeping for what her son's followers do for fun. You must mention this in your confession, receiving penance for witnessing hedonistic actions, drawing the sign of the cross, wiping the stray dribbles from your lips, and making room for your bed chamber.

Pierre sticks his leather boot out, nearly tripping you as you huff, putting your hands on your hips.

"Where are you going, sister," he questions. "The party has just begun."

Your lips curl into a snarl, your white teeth reflecting the flickers of light.

"It is quite late, my dear brother-in-law. I need to rest my weary body."

Pierre tucks his leg back, a wave of shock washing over you. He fakes a pout, his eyebrows scrunching with a wet lip out. You shake your head, disbelieving his ridiculous antics. Indeed, he wouldn't let you go that easily.

"Awe, my dear sister," he pats his free thigh, "won't you find your rest here on my lap?"

The room erupts with laughter, everyone watching the exchange unfold, wondering how this will end. Your stomach turns inside, revolted by your legal brother's detailed proposal in God's eyes. Hot words of hatred sear your tongue's end, begging you to be free, but you bite it. He was, after all, above you, gifting you a home while searching for a husband. You were indebted to him. Saying no was not an option. Your eyes meet Jacques, a look of surprise as if he never knew you were here in the first place— a typical man, keeping his head trained on one hole at a time.

Pushing all the bile and anger, you plaster a smile, accepting the offer and sitting across from the finely dressed lady. Pierre runs his calloused fingers along your spine, turning you into stone as you set your gaze on the floor.

Everyone's eyes had left except for one, the only pair you didn't want on you as you sat in defeat, cheeks fuming. Jacques was intense, his facial hair dusting around the hard line of his mouth, shining with the wetness of the wine. It almost seemed you were his prey now, not the maiden with the ornate burgundy dress. You had no intention of being hunted by him.

With the clap of Pierre's hands, the merriment commences again, Jacques halting for a split second before his pupils are set back to where they were before. The woman is shouting no, over and over again, excitement barely laced in it. Your heart went out to her, a feeling of protection for the circumstance. She had no choice in who fucked her; a status of nothingness gave men the right to do what they wanted. Your gender had just as much value as theirs. Breasts and warm heat should not matter. 

The position in a society fueled the eternal flame of fury in your soul, always wanting to rebel and speak your truth, but the consequences of disrespecting a man were deadly. You were just as helpless as the woman being thrown over Jacques's shoulder and flipped onto the bed, held down by other waiting women.

A hand grips your jaw, forcing your eyes to watch the poor woman be soiled.

"Watch," Pierre commands, saying your name. "Watch him fuck her, and maybe you will learn how to be a good wife for your husband."

You clench your teeth, growling in protest as you watch Jacques enter her from behind. The iniquity of the sounds is enough to stir your core, but the cries of her protest ring louder, maybe laced with a hint of pleasure as the meat from the large feast threatens to exit your throat.

"Here." Jacques's voice was smooth, rolling out his chest like a baritone into your ears, caressing them. "Take some evil inside you," he says, aligning his hips with hers.

Your body jolts, either from the erotic sounds of his words or the disgusting act he was committing on her, as you put a hand over your mouth, jumping from your spot before Pierre can stop you. Incoherent noises were mumbling out of you as you ran to the doors, bursting them open with weight. The onlookers are quiet once more, waiting for a cue from the Lord. Jacques is the only one not paying attention, his vision trained on your retreating form as the girls giggle.

You order your handmaids to draw a bath, telling them to put as many herbs and oils to soothe your racing heart. They listened, bowing their heads in respect as they went off to do their respective duties, and you were in the scented waters in no time.

Take some evil inside you.

The words echoed in your brain, fuzzing all concise thoughts and morals. These parties were always like this, orgies were the most common, but they all seemed consensual. You never heard a woman shout no until tonight. Pierre ordered him to almost rape, teetering on dubiousness and assault.

Why would someone participate in that so willingly?

Jacques could say no and leave, not chase her around like an animal until he jumped on her. He was so attractive and sensual in his movements that even Christ would be shy.

You reached over the top of the tub, picking up the leather-bound book on the stand next to you, attempting to distract your mind from the man that was viciously pounding into as many women as he could in the other wing. A book of poems written in Latin was always your choice.

You had been lost in the pages for hours; the water had turned lukewarm and your skin pruney, but you were too focused as you felt the door slam. You jumped, nearly dropping it into the tub. You were surprised to find visitors, especially this late in the night. You lift your gaze with a quizzical raised brow. The person standing in your bathing room was Jacques Le Gris. You squeal, dipping into the water and covering your chest.

"What the Hell are you doing in here?" You nearly scream, forgetting your place.

He takes a few steps closer as you turn away more, his boots thudding, sending vibrations through the floor as he bends over, picking up your book. He reads the name aloud, almost like a question, and turns the pages, looking for a certain one. Jacques reads it aloud.

"Bibe mihi nisi oculis tuis et ego confirmo in oculis tuis." (Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine.) He says, eyes flickering to your submerged body. "Vel osculum sed in poculo relinque, et vinum non quaeram." (Or leave a kiss but in thine cup, and I'll not look for wine)

Your muscles relax as you listen to his voice. It sounds the same, but the feeling of it is so much better than before.

"Sitis, quae ex anima oritur, divinum potionem petit." (The thirst from the soul doth rise, doth ask a drink divine.) You turn your body towards him, still covering your chest as you study his lips, how they pucker slightly, and his pink tongue touches his teeth.

Jacques begins to read the following line, but you interrupt him, having read this poem many times, as you peek over the side of the brass tub.

"Sed, ut potui, lovis nectare supponerem, Nolo tuum mutare." (But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.) He lowers his head a few inches above yours. His intense honey-brown eyes bore into yours.

"Sera tibi roseo misi, non tam honorante, quam ut spem dare non posset arescere." (I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, not so much honoring thee, as giving it a hope that there it could not withered be.) He reads the line, inching closer and closer.

You lick your lips, lifting yourself as you recite. "Tu autem ibi solus respirasti et mihi remisisti." (But thou thereon did'st only breathe, and sent'st it back to me.)

"Cum crescit et olet, non per se, sed te." (Since when it grows and smells, I swear, not of itself, but thee.)

Jacques closes the book with a slight slap, the tip of his prominent nose gliding across yours as your mouth parts for him. He closes his eyes, leaning in.

"Take some evil inside you."

You pull back, standing in the tub quickly as the water splashes out. Jacques's face turns pale at your rejection, embarrassment clouding his mind. You turn your back to him, grabbing a large towel.

"You know, Sir Le Gris, that poetry would sound heavenly if it wasn't for your filthy mouth." You flip your hair over your shoulder, bending slightly to wring the water out as you hear Jacques approach.

Fear stuns you for a moment, freezing, unsure of what to do or where to go because you know he will not take no for an answer if he reaches you. Suddenly, you spot a mounted dagger over the fireplace. You stroll as if you planned to walk over all along. He catches up in no time, pinning you to the stone, his form pressed into your back as he buries his nose in your neck, sniffing. You try not to cringe, even though everything in your body tells you to do so. You can't show him you're afraid.

"Would you like to rub my oils on Sir Le Gris?" You try to hide the tremble in your voice, staying frozen in place.

"Mmm," he moans, "I would love to." He moves away from you, finally giving you the chance to breathe.

"They are over there." You point to the shelf with glass bottles and vials as he nods. Turning his back on you, you reach for the dagger, silently prying it off the display. "You can pick whatever oil you want, Sir."

Jacques studies each one, popping off the corks and glass lids, smelling them until he finds something he enjoys, and walks back over. He opens the bottle, the smell of roses wafting in the air as he pours some out into his hands, massaging your neck.

If this was any other circumstance, you might adore basking in it, but it isn't. You're with a man who has no concept of consent, a man who would bend you onto the hearth and fuck your weeping body. He reaches down to your shoulders, halting when he feels your resistance on the cloth; not letting him remove it, he overpowers you, pushing it down. You clutch the dagger closer to your bare chest as his fingers glide down your biceps and back, slick with the oil.

"You are so stiff, my sweet."

You shudder at the endearment, trying to relax your tense muscles. Jacques's hand travels down your chest, encompassing the small flat area as his fingertips touch the top of your breast.

"Stop," you command with a flat voice. Jacques ignores you, continuing to massage your intimate parts.

You turn around, flying at lightning speed, and put the dagger's tip to his throat, only enough to draw a trickle of blood.

"When a woman says stop, you stop, Jacques. When a woman says no, you listen." The words fly out of your mouth, anger for seeing the filthy action he committed on that woman from the party.

His lack of terror frustrates you. Even with a knife to his throat, he radiates arrogance. You push him backward across the room, still at his throat, pinning him to the large wooden door. He stands there in surprise, his arms up in surrender, more startled than afraid.

"I could end your life in a second, you scoundrel, yet you show no fear."

Jacques laughs. He laughed dark and deep, his perfectly crooked teeth sparkling as his Adam's apple bobs. You slide the blade with your neck craned; the edge is now piercing. Your face scrunches with fury bringing your knee up to his stomach, causing him to laugh more, slightly doubled over.

"Do you have such a low view of women that you take it in jest when they threaten your life?" You spit. His joy subsides a bit, chest still slightly bouncing.

If you slid the blade across his neck at this moment, his throat would slit, spilling his tarnished blood on your naked body, yet he still doesn't seem to care. His eyes travel down you, still damp from the bath. You slam his shoulder into the door with your fist, trying to assert dominance over him, not allowing him to look. You suppose this is a precarious pose, leg hiked up, hand on his shoulder, giving him perfect access to your womanhood.

Your stance falters at the thought, Jacques taking it as the perfect opportunity to grab you. The blade slides across his arm, flinching for just enough time to run, but he grabs you at the waist, the soles of your feet sliding across the stone floor. You yelp as he flings you over his shoulder, your legs and arms kicking as you scream for him to stop. He doesn't listen, opening the door to your bed chamber and throwing you down on your mattress.

Your body displays perfectly for him, with a slight sheen on your flush body. He devours the sight of you, ripping off his sweat-stained tunic as you push yourself off the sheets and away from him, running towards the exit. Jacques cuts you off, hunched over in a stance that resembles the one at the party, his arms out. You step to the side, and he mirrors it. You step to the other, and the same thing happens again.

"If you run, I will only chase you," he says with a predator's grin.

You look around desperately for anything to help you escape him. You spot a candle stick, sprinting to it, knocking the lit wax onto the floor as it rolls to Jacques's feet; his boot steps on it, snuffing the flame.

"Oh, my darling, you must be careful. You wouldn't want to cause a fire. Our fun might end." His voice is condescending as he stalks you.

"I will set this whole castle on fire before I ever have fun with the likes of you, swine."

A glob of spit flies out of your mouth, landing on his cheek. The pads of his fingers touch it, wiping it on them and bringing them to his mouth, sucking. He hums, popping them from his lips with a smile.

"You taste so sweet." He closes the space between you. "I would shun Jove's cup away every chance if it meant I could taste your nectar instead."

You grip the brass candle stick tightly, offended that he would reference a poem so dear, ready to swing at any moment. Jacques notices, smiling to himself. Your legs rub together at his words, a mind of their own.

His lips crash on yours, destroying any thought that you might not want this, and you drop your weapon, wrapping your fingers in his raven locks. You can feel him grin, happy to have won, his hand lacing itself on your neck.

You part for air as Jacques spins you around, sliding his other hand down your body to your aching mound, parting the wet folds with his digits. You gasp at the contact, your knees buckling as his grip holds you up.

"For a lady who put up so much of a fight, you are impossibly weak under my touch," he mocks, relishing his victory.

You glare at the wall with the brutal honesty of his words. You didn't put up much of a fight when his mouth finally met yours, even dropping your only form of protection.

"Silence." You demand, not wanting to hear any more of his taunts.

An exploratory finger glides over a sensitive spot on your heat, causing you to gasp and grip Jacques's trousers. He swipes over it, and you cry out at the foreign sensation, panting. You can feel the pride radiate from his demeanor at seeing your weakness, slowly rubbing circles on the bud.

You have never felt like this before, being taught never to explore that private area of your body, leaving it only for your husband to use. This pleasure wasn't something that society taught you. Yes, you watched many people fornicate at Count Pierre d'Alençon's gatherings but never allowed yourself to participate. He would have loved it if you did, but you had one duty to attend: finding a husband.

It was already so tricky finding anyone you could stomach, all the suitors decrepit and at death's door. You wanted to marry for love when you were younger. The idea of a fairytale romance clouded your eyes as a child, but once you bled for the first time, you were sat down and told of your duties. Accept whatever man had the most money, influence, or power and fill your stomach with his kin. But you wanted something else. The suitors also knew it, as you destroyed any notion of a small and obedient wife.

At times you were sure Pierre would throw you out as you brushed off and disrespected every man that came, but some of you knew he liked the entertainment. If only he could see you now.

Naked and moaning like a whore as Jacques assaulted your heat with his fingers, you loved the sinfulness of it all, Jacques breathing heavily into your ear as he worked you like a loom, rubbing in circles as pressure began to build in your stomach. Your hips were moving, seeking more friction. You can't control your body, the lust of the devil taking over your mind, a he kept touching that exact spot.

It was so intense, the new feeling, almost too much, you wanted to scream obscenities and thrash around, but he held you firm. Your toes curled as you stomped on the ground, a wave of ecstasy crashing into you as you screamed. Your body caved in on itself as you struggled in Jacques's grip, still rubbing the used nub. You twitched and spasmed as the aftershocks of your high jolted through your body, mumbling to yourself.

"It's-it's too much. Please. Stop." You beg as tears form from the overstimulation.

Jacques shushes you with kisses along your face, calming his fingers slightly, and you breathe a sigh of relief, head dropping as his hand still chokes.

"Have you ever experienced this before, a man's touch?" He whispers seductively, nose burying in your hair.

You're too dazed to think of a witty retort, Jacques pulling your consciousness away.

"No. I have to save myself."

"For who?" Jacques asks, removing his paws from your naked skin.

"My husband." You answer plainly.

Some of you have always wanted to explore your features this way, but you are always too scared, never taking the risk. You felt they would know what you had done by the look on your face, throwing you to live with pigs for the rest of your life. He chuckles at your lack of restraint, happy to have brought your defenses to a standstill as he slowly sways you to the bed, closing your eyes. You think he might leave you there, tucking you in for the night. You wouldn't protest with your achy limbs.

"You're still intact?"

You shoot up, eyes wide, as you realize what will happen. What?" That is all you manage to say, scared to admit the truth. Maybe if you didn't, he would lose interest and leave.

He rests his knees on the bed, your legs between his as he repeats.

"You are still intact?"

"Sir le Gris, I beg you to leave my chambers." Your voice weavers, sobering up, trying to keep a modicum of strength.

You slide off the bed, Jacques grabbing and flipping you as you swipe the candle stick from the floor. He crawls over the top, dragging his hair along your back as you feel his hands dip the bed, stick biting into your chest.

"I will ruin you for every man," Jacques whispers, face centimeters away from your ear, his facial hair tickling your skin as he peppers kisses along your neck.

The logical part of your brain wanted to stop this, realizing that you would fail if your future husband wanted to see if you were still a virgin. They'll declare you a whore, a harlot, sabotaging every suiter who enters the door. With your personality, you knew that your virtue would appeal more than money to them, and Jacques Le Gris would take it away. But the way his lips delicately kissed your skin, his hair lightly stroking it, taking the words out of your mouth as he reached your hips.

He removed his body from yours, shucking his black trousers onto the floor. You grip the candle stick tighter. This was your chance to fight back, stopping him from taking your only decent quality in man's eyes, but you didn't. You just lay there, waiting patiently for him.

A part of you wanted this, to know what it felt like and to discard any chance of finding a betrothed. You couldn't be tied to domestics, organizing feasts, caring for little ones, and then laying down to a man you could never love. It would be pure Hell, and you could not accept that. You would rather die alone without your honor than live a day under a man's boot.

Jacques grips your hips again, pulling you towards the edge of the mattress, legs hanging off the end as he spits on his shaft, stroking it. You turn your head to take a peak. The length is impossible; you had never seen one this long or wide, glistening with his seed at the tip. He catches you staring, smirking at your shocked expression, glad to have finally put you in your place.

He positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his hands on your ass almost gently as he pushes into the hilt. You scream, silencing it into the blankets as he pulls out, only to slam back in again. Tears burst from your eyes at the blinding pain of being stretched, his blatant disregard for your comfort.

"Jacques, it-it hurts." You beg, body shaking, the salty streams of water cascading down your face and into your mouth. "Please, slow down."

Your trembling voice breaks him from his trance, realizing he can't treat you the way he does with other women, not if both of you were to enjoy it. He pulls out, turning your body, seeing your tear-stained face and the candle stick you had been hiding, throwing it off to the side. Jacques smirks, proud to have won your mercy. He didn't know how long he would worry about you trying to kill him. He was proud of the magic his cock could work, but he didn't think it was that powerful, willing someone as strong and aggressive as you into submission. He bent over your body, kissing you, sucking on your lips gently, as your fingers combed threw his hair.

"I'm sorry, my darling, I should have remembered you are not like the rest. So fragile and delicate." He smiles, getting a waft from the oil he put on you earlier. "Like a rose. Ma rose. Beautiful and elegant, but if you aren't wise, she will prick you with her thorns."

You're sure his terms of affection come from pure physical attraction, trying to calm you so he could get back to fucking you like a rabbit. But the feeling that crept into your bones and heart at his words wanted to tell you something different.

He slowly drags them across your velvet walls, relishing in the tiny moans and whines he pulled from your chest. This time, his hand went down to your womanhood, using your juices to coat his fingers before he slid in, stretching you but not as comprehensively as his cock. You gripped onto the arms that caged you, your fingernails digging into the toned muscles as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, softly biting the flesh.

You felt your peak rising quickly as he stroked you with curled fingers, your heat clenching and twitching around him. Jacques didn't need you to say anything to know you were close. Your body told him everything he needed as he quickly exited before your climax, ignoring your protests. He brought the digits to his mouth, coated in blood and nectar as he sucked, eyes rolling back at the tangy taste.

You watched in awe as his tongue licked it, dipping into all the crevices. He leaned down, hesitating momentarily as he reached your lips before you parted them and then dove in, mixing the taste of you and him. You moaned through your nostrils, eyelids fluttering as your tongues danced together, wrapping your legs around his waist. You were tired of waiting now that he showed you what sex could feel like, frustrated by its denial. You pulled his hair, tugging his face away as you looked into his hazel-brown irises.

You had never been this close to Jacques to appreciate his beauty truly; the freckles and moles dotted his cheeks and around his nose. He almost looked like the Roman statues you had seen in books, with his face and body chiseled from stone.

"Please," you whispered on his damp skin, "I need you inside me."

Jacques had waited for those words his entire life, eyes rolling back at the wave of arousal he got from them. He positioned his cock at your abused mound again, sliding in slowly as he watched your expression.

It was painful again, tensing and scrunching as he held back the best he could, bottoming out. The feeling of him so impossibly deep made you gasp. You were sure he was in your guts. You slowly ground your hips against him, trying to seek the pleasure you now knew he could give you. He smiled at your eagerness, happy to have turned the stiff woman into a puddle in his hands.

He finally gave you what you wanted, pulling back and sliding back in. Your walls finally adjusted to his overall size, welcoming him in. Like earlier, he worked that sweet spot inside you, stoking the fire smoldered inside into a small flame. You wanted more now that you realized what was possible, snatching his body close to yours as you angle your hips up, inviting him to go the pace he wanted. And Jacques did, slamming into your body as he fucked you deeply, breasts bouncing from the force.

You moaned loudly, head rolling to the side as the pleasure took over, Jacques wrapping a large palm around your throat again to hold you in place.

"Oh Lord," you shouted, "please forgive me. Now that I know of this sinful ecstasy, I may never stop."

Jacques smiled, happy that he ruined and corrupted you like he said he would, a new wave of primal desire controlling him. He yanks you to the end of the bed again, slamming your body into him as he stands upright, grabbing your waist and fucking into you as hard as he can, gritting his teeth.

You pant, excited by the new position he thrusts into rapidly, the now familiar pressure quickly building in your stomach.

"I am going to ruin you for every man." Jacques reiterates from before. "So, when your husband is fucking you like an untrained dog, all you will think of is me."

His black mop of hair sticks to his sweaty forehead as he continues pumping into you, holding himself back until you climax for him. He hikes your leg over his shoulder, pistoning in you impossibly deeper, hitting the same spot repeatedly until you snap. Your vision goes white as you arch your back, screaming at the bursting pleasure in your stomach. Jacques grins, proud to have you writhing under him as he spills inside you, seed filling up your hole as you both continue panting.

Jacques pumps into you carefully, slowly riding your highs together as your pulse slows, breathing calmly. His hand slowly snakes its way to yours, hooking a cautious pinky. He pulls out, gently dropping your leg as he collapses beside you, spent from the activities together, staring up at the ceiling.

His digit is vast compared to yours, the size of your index, as he takes the invitation to wrap all of them under your plan, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. You stare at him, an eyebrow raised at the unexpected display of affection.

"Thank you for giving yourself to me, ma rose. For letting me have your virtue." You look down at the intertwined hands and then at his face, skeptical, seeing his sincere expression.

"You are welcome," you giggle. "Though I always imagined it would be my husband, now I don't think I need one for that anymore."

Jacques laughs, a naturally bellowing whole-body one, and shakes his head.

"With all due respect, my lady, I don't think you needed me to show you that." You mirror his emotions, silently agreeing with him as he gets up, searching for the lost garments during your adventures.

You attempt to stand, legs faltering as pain shoots through your core, using the bed for balance. Luckily, Jacques is in the bathing room collecting his tunic as you walk over to the candle and holder, putting them back.

Cold, wet fabric on your back causes you to jump, turning around to see Jacques fully clothed with a wash rag in hand. You wince at the freezing temperature of it, grabbing his wrist. You look at him perplexed as he leads you back to the bed, parting your legs as he drags them across your core, cleaning up the dried blood and fluids.

"I can do that, Sir." You protest, uncomfortable with the amount of concern he is showing you.

"I know you can." He chuckles to himself, shaking his head, and continues. You don't stop him, letting the man care for you this time.

Once he's done, you reach for the cloth to discard, but he yanks it out of the way, folding it and stuffing it in a pocket. You put your hands on your hips, shaking your head.

"And what are you going to do with that le Gris?" You ask in an admonishing tone.

"Oh, this?" He questions, feigning innocence. "This is just for me... and any other suiter who decides to court you."

Your face pales, your playful expression dropping as you go to grab for him, his body surprisingly fast for the bulk of it. You try again, and he expertly dodges towards the door.

"Give it back, Jacques," you demand, done with his games.

He smiles and shakes his head, patting where the tainted fabric is stored. You reach for it once more as he opens your bed chamber door and slips out, shutting it on your naked body. He knows you can't leave, or everyone will see you; although some might be pleased, you still stay inside, pounding on the door as you yell his name.

***

You sit silently at the table with Count Pierre d'Alençon and his wife, your sister, eating the day's first meal. You needed that after last night, still fuming after what Jacques did.

That damn scoundrel.

Pierre puts his knife down with a "clang," causing your sister and you to perk up, expecting an explanation for the sound as he wipes his lips.

"Jacques le Gris came to my chamber last night," he begins. A lump forms in your throat as you freeze, terrified about what his following words would be."I found it very odd, him being here that late after the party, but nevertheless, he said it was necessary."

Indeed Jacques didn't blast Pierre about what you did last night; he already had proof enough that he didn't need to say anything.

"You came up in the conversation, my dear sister," he says as he points a jeweled finger.

You swallow, plotting all the terrible things you will do to Jacques the next time you see him.

"He proposed a marriage to you."

You drop all your silverware on the floor, face in shock at the reveal. Jacques has already ruined all chances of future courtiers, even going a step further and ruining your prospects of freedom. Why the Hell would he do that?

"I, of course, said that he would have to follow the process like any other man. He would get no special treatment just because he is my friend."

He steals your virtue and now your only chance of freedom.

"What do you say, my dear sister?" He asks, ripping your mind for your thoughts.

You stare blankly, unsure how to respond to something as ridiculous as that and clear your throat.

"Jacques le Gris is like all of the men from before and will be like all of the men after," you reply.

Pierre smiles at your answer, happy to know the two most headstrong, fiery people he knows will go toe to toe. This will be a duel for the ages.

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1919-Part Seven

This is a bit of a filler, but I'm excited for the next chapter! Please tell me what you think of this one. any feedback is greatly appreciated!

Warnings: Adult language, smut (MINORS DNI)

Word Count: 2539

I sat with Finn all morning before fixing him lunch, finally allowing him to run off with his friends down Watery Lane. 

‘Alright, be back before 9 this time Finn, I mean it!’ I yelled out as he ran to the front door, swinging it open. 

I watched from the kitchen window as he ran out to played with a couple of other little boys from down the street, the only one’s whos parents would allow their children to be around a Shelby. I felt sorry for him. Some of the parents would tell their kids to avoid Finn in order to avoid conflict of any kind happening. They all feared a little boy, which made me chuckle.

‘Hello Love.’ Polly said from behind me, fixing a kettle of tea for herself. 

I turned around to meet her soft eyes. 

Just as I looked into her eyes, I was reminded of what today was. 

‘Oh Christ, I nearly forgot! Is Arthur in his office? I’ve been waiting ages for this!’ I exclaimed, bringing a wide smile to Polly’s face as she confirmed that he was. 

I hurried upstairs to grab the gift that I had wrapped up for nearly a month now. 

It was a painting I had done of Arthur. The mural was a shot of him with a giant cigar sittig between his lips, a big bright bowtie hung around his neck. I had it done right when he got back from France. The picture was quite accurate of his complexion today. I had the painter put him in his cap, the razors portruding out, which I knew he’d like in particular. It was a shot of him sitting at the Garrison along with his glass of whiskey in hand. I thought he’d like that. Arthur was 36 today. 

As I sped down the stairs and into the betting shop, the bustling of business was loud and present. Smoke filled the room and men were writing away and yelling out numbers for John to scribble down on the big black chalkboard. 

I smiled in his direction as he waved over to me.

I passed Tommy’s office on my way to Arthur’s. I gave him a quick glance as he looked at me curiously through the office window.

‘Happy birthday!’ I yelled out excitedly running over to Arthur, who had been sitting at his desk, cigar resting in his ashtray. He embraced me in a hug, engulfing me in his oaky scent.

‘Oh, well thank you! Ready to celebrate with me tonight?’ He asked, drinking already on his mind. 

‘Of course! But first….’ I sung out as I held up a finger.

I ran to grab the painting I had sat down outside of the door, where Tommy was now standing to my surprise, watching me and Arthur interact. My stomach did somersaults, as my mind wandered back to last night when I looked in his eyes. I could tell he was recalling it all as well. 

‘Good morning Tommy.’ I cherped up giving him a small smile that he exchanged, his hands in his pockets, studying me. 

‘Here ya go, a little something I’ve been hiding for quite a while.’ I said turning the painting around to show Arthur. 

He nearly snatched it out of my hands with excitment and tore the wrapping paper off greedily. His mouth dropped wide opened before he grinned widely. His eyes crinkled from his big smile. 

‘Jasmine Manson, you did not?! This is beautiful! Take a look at this fucka Tommy, it’s me, eh?!’ He almost seemed to ask.

‘Oh, I see it brother, very nice.’ Tommy stated matter-of-factly, leaning into the doorframe.

‘Yes, of course its you! Happy Birthday Mr. Shelby, you deserve it.’ I said as I gave him another warm hug and a sweet kiss on the cheek. 

‘Thank you kindly, Jasmine, this is far too much!’ 

‘Nah, nothing you don’t deserve, old man!’ I yelled behind me as I walked out of the office, passing Tommy. 

As I strutted out to the main room of the shop, I yelled out at John. 

‘See you tonight, Johnny, yeh?! 

‘Save me a dance Manson!’ Making me giggle as I closed the large doors to the shop and shutting the heavy green curtains, cancelling out all the noise.

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The club that Arthur had dragged us all into was beautiful and full of music. The high walls were a deep red, lined with a gold trim. Green round tables were splattered randomly across the room. We all stood at the bar, Watching the band and the crowd of people all with pretty dresses and suits dancing behind us. These people looked like they came from money. I was relieved we had all gotten dresses before going out, or they would’ve put us to shame. I was wearing a dress that Polly and Esme insisted I get. I thought the tight white lace was a bit much, but seeing how these people were dressed, I didn’t feel so out of place. 

I couldn’t hear anything other than the outpour of music. Arthur and John were piss drunk, demanding the bartender for an entire bottle of whiskey. 

Esme and Ada were already dancing within the crowd, lost inside the pool of people. 

Polly had set her sights on an older-gentlemen at the end of the bar, batting her eyes in his direction. 

I looked around to find Tommy’s face in the crowd of people, but he had vanished. I awkwardly stood alone, throwing back drink after drink, trying to push off the nerves of the night. You hadn’t been able to think about anything other than last night with Tommy. 

Did he regret what had happened? Did he…not enjoy it as much as I thought he did? Were things still the same between us? Will we be like that ever again?

I decided to step away from the overwhelming crowd and my own damning thoughts, to find a bathroom. 

As I walked past all of the round green tables in the room, I found a small and narrow hallway, leading to the back of the bar. It was dark and empty and I felt like I could breathe again, finally. I walked down the hall, expecting to see a bathroom nearby.

As I turned the corner, I ran directly into Tommy, who seemed like he had been waiting for me to find him. 

I practically squealed and jumped back, scared shitless. 

‘Jesus Tommy! I nearly-

I was cut off by his lips plunging into mine harshly, making me inhale sharply, furrowing my brows. He squeezed my hips tightly into his hands, pushing me roughly against the brick walls behind us. Overwhelmed by his scent and his dooming presence, my body instinctively relaxed into the wall. 

Without question, I fell deep into the kiss, feeling reassured that he didn’t regret last night. 

My heart was pounding through my chest. I couldn’t help the wetness pooling between my legs once again.

Suddenly and reluctantly, he pulled away from my mouth, lifting his head to trace the curve of my body, which was evident in my skin tight dress. His eyes were dark and heavy, as he licked his lips slowly.

‘You look beautiful tonight, Jasmine.’ He said with a wicked smile, rubbing his hands against my hips, still pinning me to the wall gently. 

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he studied my exposed chest and the prominent curve of my body. He ran his finger through the long pearl necklace that rested on my chest.  

‘I was hoping you’d like it. Thought it was a bit much, but Polly and Esme insisted.’ I giggled as he let out a small laugh too. 

‘Not too much at all, love. I’d like it if you dressed like this all of the time for me.’ He whispered as his head sunk into my naked neck to kiss me. I whimpered softly into him, letting my eyes flutter shut. His hands found their way up my hips and cupped my breasts, sending sparks through me. 

‘Someone will see us, Tommy.’ I said, giggling as I playfully attempted to push him off of me. My hands went up to push his chest, but his strong hands pinned my arms behind my back forcefully, not letting go. 

‘Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve been caught fucking and I’m sure it won’t be the last.’ He laughed as his large hand dropped to my leg, wrapping it around the back of my thigh and lifting it to wrap around him, making me squeele. He stared down into my eyes once more, making me feel 10 times smaller than him, completely under his control. 

I rested my hands flat on his cheeks before asking him, ‘So that’s what were doing, eh? You and I are just fucking?’ His eyes burned holes threw mine. 

Suddenly and with out hesitation, he grabbed my waist and spun me around to face the dark brick wall. 

He pushed up against my ass, pressing my hands into the wall, his back pinning against mine as he whispered into my ear. 

‘This isn’t just fucking, and I think you know that.’ He said as he roughly lifted the bottom of my dress up. I wiggled my ass in order for the tight fabric to lift up. 

I felt his hands cup my ass and he let his fingers graze down inbetween my legs. 

He used his foot to gently kick my legs open, leaving my ass exposed entirely. His callused fingers swipped up my folds, making my whole-body tense as I fought the urge to press my legs together to relieve the burning feeling between my legs.

I could feel his cock hardening as he pressed against me, causing me to involuntarily grinding against him. He let out an exasperated sigh. 

His fingers pulled apart my folds, exposing my throbbing clit to his hands, allowing him access to me. He rubbed circles into my clit, sending shocks of pure bliss through my stomach. 

‘Does anyone ever touch you like this? Does your little friend touch you right here like I do?’ Growling into my ear as his fingers rubbed insistently, pulling at my building orgasm. 

My breath quickened as he did so, only able to let out low whimpers and moans. 

‘Answer me or I’ll stop, Jasmine…say it.’ He whispered. His voice drawing me closer and closer to the edge. My hands gripped at the empty walls while my legs worked to not squirm. 

‘No Tommy…nobody ever touches me like you do…’ My voice cracking as I tried to muster up enough energy to talk. 

I felt his wicked smile spread across my neck as his pace quickened again, sending me spiraling. I didn’t realize it, but his naked cock was fully hard, pressed against my ass now, his pants pulled down to his knees. 

Without warning, I felt as he slid his member down my ass and inbetween my pussy before plunging into me fully. I gasped loudly, catching my breath as he pushed roughly into my tight hole. My walls tightened around every inch of him as he thrusted his hips dipped in and out of me. I felt his hands lift up my waist and I prepared for him to fuck me senseless. I felt so fucking consumed by him. His presence consumed me. I never wanted this feeling to end.

He grabbed both of my arms, pinning them behind my back as he used my body, not holding back his aggression as he chased his own orgasm greedily, other hand still working at my clit. 

The sensation of his hand rubbing my center and his cock moving in and out of me was all too much. 

I pressed my cheek into the bricks to keep my balance as my hands were pressed behind me. 

‘Nobody can fuck you like I can, isn’t that right? Nobody knows what this little cunt needs, but me.’ He growled out as his thrust became sloppier. His words just egged me on, pushing me closer and closer to my own release. 

‘Tommy please! Please make me cum Tommy…’ You almost yelled out to him. 

Just then, he pulled out harshly, leaving you feeling so empty without him inside of you. 

He turned me around to face him and bent down to lift me up by my ass, pinning my back against the wall. 

His cock found its way back into my tiny wet pussy as he lowered me down onto him. I wrapped my hands around his warm neck as I braised myself. My eyes fell shut as I let out a loud moan, my legs wrapped around his sides as my dress clung above my waist. 

‘Then say it. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me who this pussy belongs to now.’

My eyes shot open to meet his as I bounced up and down on his cock, my hair falling into his face as he effortlessly moved my ass up and down on his cock to his own rhythm.

‘It’s yours Thomas…It’s always been yours. I’ve always been yours…’ I cried out, holding onto his neck for dear life as his cock was splitting me open. I hadn’t been fucked good like this in so long and he was the only person who could give me what I needed.

His mouth hung open and his heavy panting continued on. His hand wiggled between my legs to attack my clit again, fucking into me hard as he did so. 

‘Cum around me Jasmine, do it.’ He commanded. He could tell I was close and I knew he was as well. 

His forehead fell onto mine as he watched my face contort in pleasure as I finally came hard around his cock. My wet velvety walls gripped him even tighter, bringing him to the same warm ecstasy. 

We both whmpered into each other as we came undone simultaneously. 

I watched as his eyes filled with pure bliss and relief, like he had been waiting for this all day. His brows furrowed as I felt his hot liquid fill my insides completely. 

His cock twitched as I felt him finally soften inside of me, pulling out of me, letting my legs fall down to the floor again. 

Cheeks flushed and hair completely dishelveld, he looked me up and down before adjusting himself into his pants once again. 

I could barely catch my breath, I didn’t move, still exposed to him. 

He noticed my frozen expression. Gently, he kissed me as he took the initiative to pulled my dress back down and cup my face with his hands. 

As he pulled away, he smiled with satisfaction, his eyes heavy. I pushed the strands of hair that fell in his face back as I let my hand trail down his soft pale skin. 

‘I missed you today.’ He whispered, twiddiling his fingers into mine softly. The sudden display of affection from him warmed my insides, he was never so loving, so gentle. 

‘Couldn’t stay away, could ya?’ I chuckled, wiggling out from under him, dragging him out of the dark hallway towards the music.

‘Now you owe me a dance, Mr. Shelby.’ 

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Happy WBW! If your world has one, describe it's magic system. Are the four elements involved?

happy Worldbuilding WeSunday!

i've posted about Valloroth's magic system before and it's mostly still accurate to the lore in the books. there's a few things i'm probably going to tweak (i'm thinking of removing the Unknowable creator gods entirely, since they have 0 impact or presence in the books at all right now...) but otherwise it's as i wrote there! no four elements in this one.

the magic in Obedience and Obsession is just D&D 5e, so i'll skip those.

claws kind of has a magic system too - again, no four elements, but it's a summoning/pact-and-blood based magic system. there are demons (eldritch horror style), and to get power from them you must:

provide a sacrifice of living human blood and/or flesh, along with a strong emotion and the name of the demon you want to summon.

do this in a binding circle (using geometry, which contains the otherwise inconceivable beings and prevents them taking whatever they want) and you can try to form a pact

to make a pact you need to give a gift in the form of a piece of your own body, and you must have a desire, which may be either spoken or imparted through blood

blood acts as portal, signpost, and food for the demon; they manifest through it, and feed on it whilst in our world. (more blood = more demon = more power)

once you've made your pact, the demon will take your gift and replace it with a piece of themselves. in exchange, you get what you asked for (you did ask carefully, didn't you? you did know what you really wanted?)

and that's demon summoning 101! it has a lot more limitations, because claws is set in the real world, and I didn't want the ability to make pacts with demons to completely derail reality from what it is right now. the fact that making pacts costs life and limb adds a very nice limitation as to how many people actually make them (or admit to making them)

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@revenantlore @sarandipitywrites @k--havok @asterhaze @verba-writing

@indecentpause @bootstrapparadoxed @olliexwrites @cowboybrunch (ask to be +/-)

[misty-moth]

Fashionably late Rio fic for his birthday

૮ ꈍﻌ ꈍა♥~(˘ ε˘ )

This takes place when he had only recently met Mc and was therefore a very grumpy puppy 😅 I shall write sweet/precious Rio at some point, but that day is not today

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Rio’s pov, Rio x mc (she/her pronouns), ~640 words, fluffyyyyy~

The eerie quiet at breakfast was my first sign. A worrisome sign. An accurate sign.

“Hey Rio, when’s your birthday?” I was steadily growing accustomed to my new roommate, and I could tell that she had been silently debating asking me something this morning… but why this?

“You know I don't remember my name, right?” Just like I knew that snapping at her wouldn’t dissuade her.

“Well, it would feel weird if we never celebrated it. It doesn’t have to be a grand event, even, just the basics!” She beamed at me, her smile always a little too bright. “Maybe we could go with the day we found you?”

“I'd rather not celebrate or concentrate on that day. It isn’t exactly a great first memory,” I grumbled, doing my damnedest to only let grumpiness show.

“Hmm…” her morning’s look of pondering returned. I swear you could read every thought crossing her mind, and it never failed to make me frustrated… and nervous.

“Give me a week. How does Friday for your birthday sound?”

So incredibly easy to read while impossibly difficult to understand.

~~~

So I guess today is my birthday.

“Here, Rio! I asked the baker ahead of time to make a variety of treats to try!”

“Thank you…” honestly, everything she had ever chosen to eat ended up being delicious. She was fairly accurate in finding things I like far faster than I did, though that may be because I wasn’t trying.

“I got you a gift, too,” she smiled a little shyly as she rummaged in her bag.

“You already gave me a name and a birthday,” I was starting to worry as she brought out a sizable bundle.

“It’s a new coat! I figured you could use a nice one while it’s still so rainy,” she held it out to me firmly, but her cheeks were tinged red.

“Mr. Akatsuki gave me the coat I’m wearing now. Does he need it back?”

She frowned. “Well, no. That’s yours, too. And it looks great on you, but I think this color really suits you.”

“Well…” her hand hadn’t wavered, but I watched her eyebrows crease. “Thank you. But I’m wearing a coat now, so—“

“Then I’ll trade you! Try this on!” Now that she mentioned it, she wasn’t wearing a coat and today was hardly a day to go without. It seems she’s getting accustomed to her new roommate, too.

Well played.

I shrugged out of the dark blue coat her boss had lended— err, given me, and I handed it over to exchange. The coat she handed me was a warmer brown, small detailing of orange and gold accenting the pockets and collar. Even trusting her choices on things I’d like, this was a tough sell.

I slowly put it on before glancing up to ask why the bright colors, but I froze.

Her eyes were already on mine, her blush far darker than last I saw it, and she was swathed in… my coat. She looked like she was suppressing a smile, though I wish she wouldn’t…

I was suddenly feeling too warm, though it was coming from deep within my chest. I also felt it rising to my cheeks.

Her brow began to furrow again, getting even further away from the smile I—

“What is it?” Ugh, why do I sound so tense?

“If you want this one back, it’s okay.” She was smiling the wrong smile.

I shook my head firmly. “Keep it.”

Her eyes widened. “Rio, this is yours, too. You don't have to choose.”

“You asked for a trade and I agreed to it. It was a verbal agreement, but an agreement no less. If that doesn’t cut it, consider it my one birthday wish.” She looked ready to argue, so I softly interjected with the truth. “It looks great on you, too.”

Her final gift to me was easily my favorite: her too-bright smile.

The inspo for this came from wondering if he celebrated his birthday twice a year after he gets his memory back. He still prefers “Rio” so I can see him preferring MC’s given birthday, too 🥹

Writing Masterlist

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woe, ask meme emojis be upon ye 🧮💕😠🎀🌅 🔚🤔📚🦉😊😭

🧮 - What are you working on? describe it in 20 words or less

Super secret gift exchange one shot.

But, also, Inquisition rewrite with new lore and specific focus on Dalish culture.

💕 - What's your favorite part of your writing process?

Honestly? It's that moment when I take a step back after final edits and realize that it's not perfect, but it's at a stage where I really like. Being able to see what I've created after and keep returning to it just to admire.

😠 - What's your least favorite part of your writing process?

The plot outlining, my beloathed. I hate writing down notes and organizing them into the reasonable order that they should occur to follow the thematic arc I want to achieve. Homophobia. I should just be able to write and remember all the details in my head.

🎀 - How do you decide when something is done?

Okay, so my writing process (as far as fanfiction goes) is: character creation, frustration at a canon writing issue, brainstorming, free writing, planning/plotting, more freewriting, and then actual drafting followed by 2-3 rounds of editing with time in between to take a step back and return with fresh eyes. That being said, by the time I'm actually drafting the piece, I already have a pretty good idea of where I want it to end.

So long story short, I know when something is done because I go into a piece with the question "what do I want to say/do here?" and end it when I'm satisfied with having reached that goal.

🌅 - Do you typically known the ending to something before you start writing it?

Oh, whoops. Well, to dovetail with the previous answer: usually yes. Occasionally, on longer projects, my goals shift and I subsequently shift the ending to reflect the new thing I want to say.

🔚 - Have you ever completely changed the direction a piece was going?

Yes, I have. Rashad's story is easily the biggest example of this. I did a lot of tweaking of their character, which wound up changing their relationships, their living situation, and some of the ways they approach things. This wound up changing the entire storyline of The End to All These Violent Means, which I'm still trying to fix.

🤔 - Why do you write fic?

Because I have a problem with canon that is pretty easily solved. Because I love writing. I love making things and speaking to people in more coherent ways than having conversation. Because not making anything is unbearable.

📚 - Do you ever read similar works while writing, or do you intentionally not read them?

Yes and no. I read a lot of fantasy and sci-fi, much with its own heavy world-building. I try to reflect that in my own writing. I usually read a lot of fanfic similar to what I end up writing before I start writing for a fandom, but after that, I try to stop reading most fic in that fandom. Partially because I swap time to read with time to write.

🦉 - Give yourself a piece of writing advice.

Stop researching for that shit you know you're never going to need for the chapter. You don't need it. Finish the piece and you can go down the research rabbit hole later.

😊 - Say something nice about your writing.

I'm really proud of how I write characters and I think that my dialogue has gotten much better over the years. Not sure if the former informed the latter, but they certainly work well together.

😭 - What’s something you’re currently struggling with?

Staying motivated and not panic spiraling when writing other people's OCs. I get way out of my head trying to figure out if I'm writing them accurately. It's a disaster.

[atmymercy]

Reading Feedback:

So I got the spirit tea reading (again for like the billionth time oop 🤭). And it was so amazing! I wasn’t expecting the first part to come up and was shoookkk as I read it. It’s something I’ve been feeling and literally can’t stop thinking about,, so the fact that it was brought up was like confirmation for me. My intuition was right and that scares and amazes me at the same time because of other things I think my intuition has been trying to tell me?? Ahhh. Lol I told my little sister about it and she was like “well duhh we talk about this all the time,, it’s for real”. And I was like “I know but stilllll”. Ahhh omg I was stunned. And the fact that my guides are super duper serious about this too? Like oh!! Lemme stop playing fr :3 They really called me out in the nicest way possible lol!

This reading was so accurate especially about my feelings!! Everything just makes sense! I got really great, relevant advice I really needed— Omg!! btw about that part where they said to “let sleeping dogs lie”, it was said again in a movie I watched today! In Fantastic Four—the early 2000s one—Johnny Storm says it. I wasn’t even focused on the movie but that really caught my attention and I completely zoned in for some reason lol. I was thinking “wait I think this phrase is important…” and then remembered this reading!!

And I also got an additional clarification that was super duper helpful as well. I highly recommended getting this reading done! It's just the best!! need I say moreeee? (because I can! I can yap! lmao)

Thank you so much!! Gahh I don’t know what else to say!! I’m so grateful for you fr!!😭❤️❤️

(Sorry this is long asf lol!)

hello golden!

you did! and omg! that was fun and very telling! especially because they would not stop talking about the first part! so it's funny how much that part talks to you! it was obviously meant to be going straight to you! lol honestly love how that exchange can shake you to your core because then you know how strong of a connection you have with your spirit guides that they can speak and you just feel it! so cute! so moving! eee! and omg! i laughed at your sister part! like duh!!! and that's the feeling they were giving to! like this is a given! a given gift! lol and nice call outs are fun! i'm just happy to be apart of the call out! lolol like "yeah! get her spirit!" that's me! lol

omg! i love how you found that saying somewhere else! omg! such a random place yet it's so perfect for you, honey! i love how connected you are with your clairaudience as well! eee! we're so vibing and that's so amazing! your spirit guides are doing an amazing job of showing you how everything connects and giving you hints along the way! eee! i'm getting goosebumps! are you? i bet! lol

also i can't help but think of the snowball effect you mentioned in your book club response! it's like we are causing snowball effects in each other by both radiating love and positivity to each other! eee! we're causing a snowball to grow and cascade down the path for us! love it!

aww! i'm so grateful for you, honey! eee! yep! i'm positive we are absolutely causing a snowball effect with our love and effort being pointed in like the same direction for each other! yay! it's giving me such a silly grin for my face! lolol i can't help but giggle and just say thank you again, honey! this effort and care mean so much to me! i so happy i can express that to you and share it with you! yay!

love & light!

-tea

♡ message me for details/questions & to book a reading! ♡

[shxtodxroki]

Match-Up Exchange

These are some match-ups done for @milkteaandanime as part of a match-up exchange we agreed to! Hi hi again, it was so nice to hear from you again and get to do another exchange, I really hope you enjoy all of these match-ups! I did my best especially when it came to a series I wasn’t as familiar with, so I really hope it turned out alright and somewhat accurate at least, and I hope these make you smile! You were so sweet again throughout all of this and I really enjoyed talking to you so pls feel free to DM me again whenever you feel like doing so :D Also these haven't really been proofread so apologies for any spelling/grammar errors! :]

For My Hero Academia, I’d Match You With:

Shoto Todoroki! :)

Reasoning:

So as you read these you’ll probably notice a bit of a theme with the characters I chose for all your match-ups this time around lol, but honestly I just think the two of you would really mesh well together. You have similarities but also unique differences, and I think you’d be able to support one another and help each other grow and flourish a lot which is why I think you’d make such a great pairing together.

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- First of all I think Shoto would absolutely adore cats omg he loves them so much, before he got with you his phone wallpaper was a picture of an adorable little black cat <3 (ofc its you now though hehe) Needless to say once the two of you move out of the UA dorms and into a place together, he’s quick to suggest adopting a cat together. Not only because he loves them so much and sees how much you would enjoy it too, but also because it makes him so happy to feel like the two of you have your own little family together

- Shoto isn’t always the most observant person, but he always takes the time to recognize the ways in which you look after him and take care of him and thank you for doing so. He appreciates you so much and can’t go a single day without letting you know, and whenever you do something sweet for him or buy him a lovely little gift, he always thanks you and proudly displays any gifts you get for him in his room

- Now, Shoto would happily spoil you and buy you everything you could ever dream of if you asked him to, but he also recognizes that that’s not the kind of person you are. He knows you don’t like materialism, so instead of financially spoiling you he opts for affectionate gestures, heartfelt gifts and just actions in general to show his love for you, as he wants to make sure he makes you feel loved in the way that speaks to you <3 

- And he’s not shy about it at all, all of his friends know how much he adores you just because he never stops bringing you up no matter what the conversation topic is lol. You’re just always on his mind because he loves you so much, and he has to make sure everyone knows how wonderful you are and how lucky he is to have you

- All he asks for in return is for some cuddles sometimes whenever you feel comfortable doing so, though he’d never pressure you for physical affection at all. You’re just one of the first people he’s ever felt comfortable enough to be physically affectionate with, so if you ever feel up to holding him or cuddling with him or even just playing with his hair, he’s practically melting with how much he enjoys it 

- I think he’d also love your style! He loves how casual it is and the baggy clothes you often wear, I feel like it would work well with his own style. He’s not super focused on style in general, but he thinks you look amazing in the clothes you love to wear (or anything really) and it always brings a small smile to his face whenever people tell him how good the two of you look together

- He finds your drawings and your fantasy maps so incredibly fascinating, he loves staring at them and with your maps in particular he can spend hours exploring them and seeing all of the detail put into them/the story behind them. He really admires how talented and passionate you are, and he often asks you about your creative process when it comes to either of the two since he’s not a particularly creative person himself but loves the creations you make. And he can tell how much it excites you to share your effort and process, and he’s happy to listen in order to share that excitement and passion with you

- Though he doesn’t like to show it often, Shoto obviously has a lot of trauma in his past, and he hasn’t had the opportunity to work through much of it due to how fast-paced his life at UA has been. So while he’d never abuse your kindness or empathy, he truly appreciates having someone he can talk to when something triggers him in relation to his past or when he’s feeling particularly angry at his father. It makes him feel so safe to know that he can go to you and share these feelings, and that you support his healing journey at his pace, when he’s never had that kind of security and empathy before

- Though he’s no genius in the kitchen, Shoto would be able to at least make a simple onigiri, so whenever he sees you feeling sad or just in need of a bit of a pick-me-up he likes to make one or even a couple for you and bring the food to your dorm for you. Once he’s there he’s more than happy to spend time with you doing whatever you’d like, and it becomes a little ritual of sorts for him to bring onigiri to your dorm and then settle in for a movie or something along those lines

Second Choice:

I really strongly considered matching you with Izuku instead here, it took a lot of back and forth for me to eventually settle on Shoto as the better match. Izuku could definitely be a good match for you as well in many ways, as I think he’d meet many of your needs in a partner super well and he’d also understand you as a person a whole lot. I just think that you and Shoto would blend a bit better and be able to grow more together, but I think both could be good choices for you :>

Song For Your Relationship:

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane <3

For Avatar: The Last Airbender, I’d Match You With:

Zuko! :)

Reasoning:

I was honestly pretty certain on matching you with Zuko the second I sat down and started thinking about this match-up. You two would be so perfect together, you’re different in many ways which would create that “opposites attract” pull, but you also align where it matters most—when it comes to things like your values in a relationship and in life in general. It’s a relationship that would take time to grow comfortable and relaxed, but I think the two of you would truly be so happy together once you had settled into the relationship and it would be easy to grow comfortable with one another 

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- First of all, Zuko would think you were so so pretty from the very first moment he saw you. Your dark, curly hair, adorable button nose, long eyelashes and the way you glasses just accentuate your dark eyes, he absolutely loves it all. It takes him a long time to actually confess how beautiful he’s always found you, just because he’s shy and your relationship takes time to develop, but once he’s comfortable with you he frequently tells you how pretty you are or how nice you look in a specific outfit with an adorable grin and a slight blush on his face

- Now, obviously your relationship would move slowly. Given his past, and the fact that you’ve likely been part of the Gaang since before his redemption, things were tense between the two of you for quite a while even after he joined the group. And you’re opposites in many ways, you’re a waterbender and a healer while he’s a firebender with a past of hurting others. You’re gentle and kind, he’s still learning to understand others and cool his temper

- He can see very well why you might be afraid to grow close to him, so while he’s drawn to you from the moment he joins the group, he never tries to push you and takes his time because he knows it’s his only hope of getting closer to you

- And as he proves that he’s no longer a threat and you start getting more comfortable with him, he actually ends up opening up to you as well, which is a big part of getting you to really trust him even if he doesn’t realize that at the moment. Your relationship evolves gradually from platonic to romantic, and even once he’s confessed it takes some time for him to settle into the relationship and stop being so anxious about messing up or worrying that you’ll decide you can’t handle his past and leave him. But eventually you become one another’s safe space, and because the relationship moved so slowly and carefully, your bond becomes practically unshakeable as it was cemented with so much time and effort from both of you <3

- Zuko is always, always showing his love and appreciation for you once your relationship becomes more established. He’s grown both as a person and as a partner since the two of you first got together, and while he can still occasionally be shy with things like PDA, he gives you all the acts of service and spends all the time with you that you could ever want. Of course, he gives you space when you want it, too, but I think he would truly be happy spending like 90% of his time with you if you asked him to, because being around you just makes him feel so warm and fuzzy and safe after all this time. And whenever you mention a task of yours that’s stressing you out, he’s quick to quietly take care of it for you, because he never wants you to feel stressed or overwhelmed when he’s there to take care of whatever’s the source of that stress

- When he was younger, Zuko never really had to learn to cook due to his prince status, and even after being banished he didn’t really pick up the skill beyond doing what he needed to in order to survive. But when he sees how much you enjoy cooking and baking, and you let him taste your delicious creations, it gets him curious to learn, too. And he also wants to be able to cook for you in return and make sure you don’t feel like he’s taking advantage of you, so you two have cooking date nights where you teach him your favorite recipes and he loves getting to learn from you. And the feeling of pride he gets the first time he cooks something without your help and you enjoy it is unlike any other, he’s beaming from how good it feels to be able to take care of you in that way

- Lucky for you, Zuko’s palace has a beautiful observatory, and just a general stunning view of the sky both overnight and during the day. And because Zuko knows how much you enjoy the sight of the sky, he frequently either brings you on a little picnic in the castle garden (where he also shows off his new cooking skills lol) or to the observatory and just watches the sky with you. He loves the content, serene expression on your face in moments like that, so he does this often because all he truly ever strives to do is to make you happy

- He’d definitely get into video games if you showed some to him! I feel like he probably played some when he was younger but then didn’t have the time to do so anymore once he was banished, so you get to show him all the best games that came out in that timeframe :> He’d like a wide variety too, you could probably get him to play anything with you at least once

- Though he’s much less quick to anger or confrontation now than he was during the beginning of the series, Zuko is still not at all shy with confrontation when it comes to you. He knows you don’t like confronting people who have hurt you, and he’s more than happy to use his status as firelord to his advantage and makes it clear to anyone who hurts you that they’ll have him to face if they don’t apologize (or preferably grovel) to you and make sure to never hurt you again

- Through his time with Iroh, Zuko has become somewhat a tea expert despite his own opinions on the matter, so whenever he goes and visits his uncle he brings back a cup of milk tea for you since he knows it’s your favorite :] He’ll likely never be a fan of tea himself, but he knows you enjoy it so he’ll always get it for you, and he’s more than happy to bring you to Iroh’s tea shop to introduce the two of you whenever feel comfortable

- And of course you’d quickly grow comfortable with the old man and listen to his wisdom and stories, and it makes Zuko’s heart swell to see the two most important people in his life getting along and bonding together <3

Second Choice:

I know he’s not a very major character, but I think Haru could be a good match-up for you! If you don’t remember him, he was the earthbender who Katara helped to find his dad in season 1, who came back to fight with all the rest of them later on. I didn’t pick him partially because he’s just much lesser known, but also because I think you and Zuko would have a very interesting dynamic and I just feel that your personalities would bring out the best in each other overall.

Song For Your Relationship:

Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift <3

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OFFER GENSHIN IMPACT MATCH-UPS ON MY BLOG. I do not play the game, so I don’t feel I could typically fulfill a Genshin Impact request well. I did this one because it was for an exchange with a mutual and I had the help of my sister, but I do not accept other requests for Genshin match-ups at this time!

For Genshin Impact, I’d Match You With:

Albedo! :)

Reasoning:

He seems like the kind of person who would get alone well with you, being quieter and more reserved. But he’d also be willing to work to meet your needs and be a good partner to you, and you would really help him grow and flourish in a lot of ways that he only felt able to look into once he met you

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- I think in a relationship, he’d definitely be a fan of simple quality time spent together. If you’ve heard of the concept of parallel play (basically where you do two different things but you’re still in the same room enjoying each other’s company) I think that’s something he would really enjoy, just spending time with you without any specific goal in mind.

- He specifically enjoys reading when around you, you make him feel at ease and comfortable and he’s prone to reaching for a good book when he’s in your company. And if you’re open to the idea, I think he’d enjoy reading with you at some point as well, so that the two of you can enjoy the book together and talk about plot points as they happen

- In your relationship he doesn’t seem like he’d be much of a talker. Not because he’s uncomfortable, it takes time but eventually he’s willing to open up to you much more than he would with practically anyone else. But he still tends to just be on the quieter side, and because of this, he’s an excellent listener and will often encourage you to vent to him whenever you need to get something off your chest. He’s especially good at just giving you a listening ear without trying to “fix” things for you, though he also offers you comfort and/or advice when he can see that’s what you need

- He seems like he’d also be quite fascinated with the sky, and he’d be partial to the starry night sky in particular, though really he’s happy to just lay with you and stare up at the sky whenever. This especially calms him when he’s feeling stressed or upset or overwhelmed, as being with you and getting to stare up at a tranquil sky manages to ease his mind and take his focus away for a while

- I think that, while he’s never been very curious about video games on his own, he would at least be open to trying them with you when he sees they’re something you enjoy. And though he likely wouldn’t be particularly good at video games, and thus wouldn’t be as interested in games with a focus on “winning”, I think he’d really grow to enjoy playing simpler co-op games with you, like Minecraft or Animal Crossing

- He’s also very appreciative of gestures and gifts from you, no matter how small or large you may be. It really lifts his spirits to see how you actually pay attention to little details about him and how you remember things he offhandedly mentions when it comes to your gifts or the things you do for him. It makes him feel seen and heard, and that feeling is pretty irreplaceable to him, so he strives to give you that same feeling in return as he now knows how much it means to have a partner like that

- He seems like he’d also enjoy sketching/drawing, and while it may take some time for him to feel comfortable sharing his art with you, he eventually does open up as he wants to share this interest with you and wants your honest feedback. It’s easier for him to become comfortable if you share your art with him first, as it shows him that there’s no judgment coming from you 

- It’s possible that he may struggle with communication at first, due to his mindset towards himself and also his general more closed off/secretive nature. But once he’s really fallen for you, he’s quick to see how a lack of communication on his end hurts you and makes you feel less secure with him, so he would work incredibly hard to improve in this aspect and learn to better communicate for the sake of you, your happiness and his relationship with you

- His gestures of affection aren’t bold or extravagant, they’re often small and more simple/easy to miss on the outside, like waking up early to make breakfast for you. But because you know him so well, you catch the small gestures he does to show you his love and affection and are able to see the love and vulnerability he showcases through them. And he also occasionally finds the words to tell you just how grateful he is for you, as he never wants you to forget just how much you mean to him

Second Choice:

After consulting my sister and Google, we settled on Wriothesley! He’s not harsh or overly egotistical, and could get along well with you and meet your needs in a lot of ways. But he’s a little rougher around the edges in comparison to our first choice and may not mesh as well with you/the relationship may have a few more bumps in the beginning, so it seemed like first choice would be better overall. 

Song For Your Relationship:

Labyrinth by Taylor Swift <3

[saladcannibal]

Thought I'd share some more thoughts on the Abbot and Vasilka, and the some of the things we're doing in our campaign! So anyway, my DM is using some of the widely circulated homebrew for the Abbot, wherein he harvests body parts from living donors and gives them bestial replacement limbs in exchange. His true form is something similar to a shoggoth, but instead of being a tentacle horror, it's an ever-shifting amalgamation of various beasts and animals, with limbs sprouting and decaying at a rabid rate. I believe it's these parts that he harvests from himself to "gift" to his patients? Originally, I was going to lean into the "Little Red Riding Hood as monster slayer" trope with Vasilka, as that particular fairy tale is one of my favorites of all time, and dovetails nicely with the image of St. Markovia as depicted slaying wolves in many of her portraits. I was going with the idea that the Abbot gave Vasilka a wolf's heart instead of a human one, for undisclosed reasons, and that would be the source of her barbarian abilities. Possibly with some limbs donated from lycanthropic patients to explain the ability to shift certain body parts, but not her entire form. Path of the Beast operates similarly to Pathfinder shifters, in that respect. I thought it would be cool to sort of illustrate how she's really not so different from the other patients in the Abbey, she just has the ability to conceal her more "monstrous" appearance, that's all. Making some subtle nods to the Puma Lady from The Island of Dr. Moreau. (And what is the Abbey if not The Island of Dr. Moreau, but with more fantasy Catholicism thrown in?) I think it's interesting how in the module as written, a not insignificant portion of Kresk's population truly believe that the Abbot is actually Strahd in disguise, and he's playing at shepherd just to fuck with them all. Which isn't true, but since Strahd IS fucking with the Abbot (however you wish to interpret that), then he is, by extension, still kinda fucking with Kresk. So I like the idea of the Abbot as "wolf in sheep's clothing," even if it's not being done in a malicious way. Nothing he ever does is truly malicious, no matter how fucked up it is, but you know what they say: "The path to hell is paved with good intentions." I just like the idea that the "wolf in sheep's clothing" trope can work on several levels. One being that no one is supposed to know that the Abbot is actually a deva. The other is that almost no one knows what a deva actually looks like. I think most Barovians WOULD picture them as unearthly beautiful, winged humans, but in actuality they're these eldritch horrors that would probably cause most humans to go mad or instantly die of fright if they ever looked upon a deva's true form. Anyway, all this to say that I love how basically 90% of tables go with Biblically Accurate Angel for the Abbot's true form, and that everyone should add more Bloodborne to their CoS games! Keep up the good work!

Thought I'd share some more thoughts on the Abbot and Vasilka, and the some of the things we're doing in our campaign!

His true form is something similar to a shoggoth

[looks this up] oh yeah, that tracks. he would look like that.

I believe it's these parts that he harvests from himself to "gift" to his patients?

:) Doing his part!

Originally, I was going to lean into the "Little Red Riding Hood as monster slayer" trope with Vasilka, as that particular fairy tale is one of my favorites of all time, and dovetails nicely with the image of St. Markovia as depicted slaying wolves in many of her portraits.

IT DOES IT DOES

the Abbot gave Vasilka a wolf's heart instead of a human one, for undisclosed reasons

Better for us not to know why honestly

Possibly with some limbs donated from lycanthropic patients to explain the ability to shift certain body parts, but not her entire form. Path of the Beast operates similarly to Pathfinder shifters, in that respect.

Oooh 👁️👁️

I thought it would be cool to sort of illustrate how she's really not so different from the other patients in the Abbey, she just has the ability to conceal her more "monstrous" appearance, that's all. Making some subtle nods to the Puma Lady from The Island of Dr. Moreau. (And what is the Abbey if not The Island of Dr. Moreau, but with more fantasy Catholicism thrown in?)

I LOVE. And you're so right haha

I think it's interesting how in the module as written, a not insignificant portion of Kresk's population truly believe that the Abbot is actually Strahd in disguise, and he's playing at shepherd just to fuck with them all.

To the point that VR's Guide to Ravenloft mentions the people think he's Strahd. [puts my head in my hands] Mr. Abbot you've really made a mess of things.

Which isn't true, but since Strahd IS fucking with the Abbot (however you wish to interpret that)

Thank you for anticipating exactly where my mind went 😂

So I like the idea of the Abbot as "wolf in sheep's clothing," even if it's not being done in a malicious way. Nothing he ever does is truly malicious, no matter how fucked up it is, but you know what they say: "The path to hell is paved with good intentions."

👏👏👏

I just like the idea that the "wolf in sheep's clothing" trope can work on several levels. One being that no one is supposed to know that the Abbot is actually a deva. The other is that almost no one knows what a deva actually looks like. I think most Barovians WOULD picture them as unearthly beautiful, winged humans, but in actuality they're these eldritch horrors that would probably cause most humans to go mad or instantly die of fright if they ever looked upon a deva's true form.

Anyway, all this to say that I love how basically 90% of tables go with Biblically Accurate Angel for the Abbot's true form, and that everyone should add more Bloodborne to their CoS games! Keep up the good work!

THANK YOU!

[eefaevie]

hey, on this day of disappointment, I wanted to share a little joy, and maybe you do too!

I am hosting a secret santa-style gift exchange in my server, the nice and accurate atelier, and everyone is welcome to join. the more the merrier! ❤️

this is a low-pressure event open to all skill levels and types of creation — fics, art, poetry, playlists, edits, etc. the point is to share a bit of love and happiness. if you’d like to make a gift for someone this holiday season and receive one in return, you should join us!

the link to join is in my pinned post here, and sign ups for the gift exchange are open until november 30th. It’s a lovely and positive community and I hope to see you there 🫶

[plaindangan]

Do you have any hyper HCs for the girls of Hope’s Peak’s student council?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Hyper Boobs: Tsubasa (she has the biggest udders of her group and its a struggle for her, even when siphoning funds from the Council, to buy jackets and shirts that are not only the right size, but don't get worn out. Nevertheless, it did at least net her a fantasy romance with Taro - whose living out a fantasy erotica by constantly tripping up and sinking into those tits of hers, if not being constantly trapped in a boob prison because of Tsubasa being such a sucker for hugs. She also has the greatest titjob game in the Council and Taro will be forever proud he's the lucky man to experience that.)

Hyper Ass: Karen (She has the biggest, softest, ass of the bunch - which isn't helped by the fact she's also on her ass more than the other six too. She's moderately successful in hiding said ass with her Toko-esque skirt...but the days it gets ripped is the day that the Council is reminded on whose booty queen of their number is. Those that fail to recall that tends to get suffocated said ass, just as Ryota Someya and Asuka. The latter in particular swears its a void of its own, though one can't help but feel doubtful when he vows never to return to it.)

Hyper Thighs: Suzuko (While her fellow tanned girls predecessors in Akane and Hina tend to be gifted in the boob sections, Suzuko's was the opposite and gained a set of nice, huge, toned, thighs that could very well crack several watermelons in the same sitting without her breaking a sweat~ She has a fan club run by Shoji and Daiki that wants everyone to know that it's her strong body that ensures the athletic division remains top tier! They totally didn't start said club because because they gotten first hand experience in said thighs and it awakened something in them...totally not~)

Hyper Boobs + Ass: Kotomi (This spitfire redhead is rocking a very noticeable balance, something that she finds fitting as Vice President. Sure, while not as specialized as either Karen or Tsubasa, Kotomi is very willing and able to put her 'talents' to good use. Such as convincing Soshun, first by smothering his face with her rack and then with a energetic ass fuck to boot, that investing in an all expense, six girl, shopping trip overseas is a good use of council funding! Which it was...for at least six people anyway~)

Hyper Boobs + Thighs: Kiriko (Kiriko knows she's has a set of boobs that could rival Kotomi's and, while not as toned as Suzuko, knows damn well people would pay an arm and a leg for her soft thighs. Something she exploits to no end by giving Sosuke boob squeezes and thighjobs in exchange for some of the money he's raising. It's a fair trade...for her~ On another note, she's the oral queen of the group, with her plump lips being in asset in itself in getting people to do what she wants. One kiss and suck at a time~)

Hyper Ass + Hyper Thighs: Aiko (Just like the rabbit jacket she loves to wear, Aiko's lower half can be accurately described as one. Her plump, jiggly, hips give her a niche above Kiriko's and her juicy ass has been known to be the top twerkslut among the six. Except for Karen's, which had the bunny being only slightly smaller than the secretary's. Loves to have said buns pounded by Tomohiko and even acts as his stress reliever, eagerly bouncing on that big cock of his~)

[scarskelly]

Open The Introduction To Dragongate by Scar The Skelly [GOLD CLASS]

Gold Class is next!

Presentation Notes:

Kota Minoura

Feel like I should mention this because it's funny but Masaaki Mochizuki of Mochizuki Dojo (the literal leader and namesake of the unit) was like “do I have to? I don’t really wanna do this I don’t want to wrangle the kids…” and he was basically made to do it.

Does a ‘Golden Rose Exchange’ with one lucky fan. This involves swapping golden roses with a fan who has also brought one along, where they usually take a photo together to commemorate it.

Has nice breasts and he knows it.

May or may not be going bald in June, depending on how his hair vs hair match with Yamato goes.

Minorita

Funnily enough, Minorita is older than the guy he is a mini version of. He also won a singles belt in DG before Minoura.

When he won the Brave Gate, he was gifted a mini version of the title by the GM, so he would be able to run without the belt weighing him down. The same thing happened when he won the Triangle Gate, but unfortunately, his knee injury happened and he had to vacate the tiny belt.

While recovering Minorita, or more accurately his alternative universe counterpart Mino Rita became the backstage interviewer for the non-canon Prime Zone studio show.

Ben-K

Ben-K has had a great variety of looks over the years, mainly with changes in either his hair style or physique. He’s, for the most part, stuck to a similar haircut (with a couple exceptions, notably that time he looked like a k-pop idol and that time he went bald) but styles it differently, seemingly just going with whatever he likes the look of.

Most obviously however is his body, he can put on and drop weight rather quickly. Right now, he’s ripped and quite skinny, small enough to try for the Brave Gate championship. But during the Jason Lee saga of early 2022 for example, he was much larger.

Has a trio of iconic phrases: 「間違いねぇから！？」 (There’s no doubt!?), 「どうでしょうか！？」 (How about that!?), 「チキチキチキ…」 (chiki chiki chiki…).

Chiki chiki chiki is a beatboxing noise and the rap scene is where much of his inspiration stemmed from when he came out of his shell.

Yes, he’s holding a banana in his render…that’s Banana-K.

Owner of a Chihuahua.

I personally have a big soft spot for Ben-K (aka Benjamin K) and he’s my emotional support himbo.

BxB Hulk

Ikemen = handsome.

[clarktooncrossing]

Giraffe's Eye View: Christmas Specials Special (2023) | A Christmas Carol Goes Wrong

Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost is nipping at your nose. Mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again. All the dogs in the neighborhood somehow learned to bark Jingle Bells in sync. Yet retail workers are still more annoyed with Mariah Carey. Snow is getting shoveled, tossed, and formed into sentient beings leading parades without permits. It makes for an excellent distraction as the Krampus abducts children for bad behavior. Fruitcake is exchanged only to find its permanent home in the garbage. Terrorists have hijacked the Holiday office party right before your boss can give you a Jelly of the Month Club membership as your bonus. And of course, the Turducken has returned to wreak its fiery vengeance upon an unsuspecting world! If all this doesn’t put you in the Christmas spirit, perhaps these following Holiday specials will!

Greetings people of today and robots of tomorrow! It is I, Santa Clark, your geeky giraffe friend with a deep love of Christmas! My obsession for the yuletide is rivaled only by Maleficent’s hatred for it, which is saying a lot considering she once teamed up with Mad Madam Mim to kidnap the literal Spirit of Christmas. Yes, that really happened. I know this due to my annual pilgrimage to the Island of Misfit Specials, home to obscure or nerdy festive media ranging from movies, TV episodes, and comics. It’s no easy journey. Constantly I find myself confronted by sinister snowmen, genocidal gingerbread men, and worst of all, crappy commercials. Getting stabbed in the foot by a candy-cane wielding cookie is one thing, but I swear I’ve seen that ad for Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium more times than I’ve seen Miracle on 34th Street! Sometimes at night I catch myself reciting that jingle. Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium: Where Christmas meets Convenience! Huh, maybe Maleficent had a point.

Nah, my deep-rooted appreciation for this time of year can weather even the most moronic marketing! It helps that most of the merry media I’ve seen have put me in the perfect Holiday mood! Examples include the time a Ninja Turtle found himself trapped in a truck full of stollen toys, a drunk department store Santa stumbling onto a wish-granting magic bag, Big Bird nearly becoming a popsicle, Gwenpool waking up in a world where Galactus took the place of jolly ol’ Saint Nicholas, a terrifying tree stump trying to slaughter some saps over a stupid ship war, and the year when Death gave the Little Match Girl the greatest gift of all. Needless to say, I thought I had seen it all. That is, until I took my friends on a trip to the Island, tasking them to find me new, strange, seasonal specials to review! Some of them were fair, finding me festive favorites as comforting as coco in front of the fireplace. Others were fiendish, wanting to feed off my misery like Gremlins after midnight. Regardless of how naughty or nice my companions were, I’ve compiled all of their suggestions into a makeshift advent calendar! So stay tuned everyday until Christmas to see how badly my buddies can shred what little sanity I have left.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my buddies gave to me...

Freddy Mercury once said the show must go on! It’s a credo that The Cornley Polytechnic Drama Society takes to heart. For better or worse. You can bet your butts that any production they undertake is bound to be a disaster. Actors will be injured, props will be destroyed, the set will randomly combust at least once, and grandmas will get run over by reindeer. Or more accurately, foes of Doctor Who will get run over by elderly aunts. Still, the one thing you can say about a Cornley Drama play? They’re anything but boring! It’s why the Goes Wrong brand of comedy has become so beloved over the last decade. Much like the Simpsons before them, Mischief Theater began entertaining audiences with their own chaotic Christmas capers before airing two bonkers specials on the BBC. Said specials adapted both Peter Pan and A Christmas Carol, my fellow Figment fan Hannah (princessofDisney27) requesting I look at the latter. Thankfully both can be found for free on YouTube so long as you don’t mind ads. Who’s more miserly: Ebeneezer Scrooge or the folks running YouTube? You make the call! In any case, let’s look at A Christmas Carol Goes Wrong to see what they get right.

A lot, obviously. Starting with the fact that these British bozos have hijacked the show. Turns out the channel best known for Fleabag didn’t want these misfits back after botching Peter Pan last year. I don’t see what the big deal is! Just because Peter’s shadow caught on fire, Tinkerbell nearly got electrocuted to death, and Captain Hook hijacked a Teletubby doesn’t mean these talented actors shouldn’t be given a second shot. In case you’re wondering, yes, all that actually happened. Have I mentioned these programmes are insane? This one is no different as the cast try to retell this Charles Dickens classic. 

Making up said cast is Chris Bean (Henry Shields), portraying the main miser much to the ire of his louder and larger costar Robert Groves (Henry Lewis). Not contempt with playing the non-speaking Ghost of Christmas Future, the egotistical maniac makes it his mission to completely incapacitate Chris. In the process he falls through the floor in Scrooge’s home, shoots renowned screen actor Derek Jacobi in the neck with a blow dart, smashes a large crate over poor Tiny Tim (Ellie Morris) before assuming the role himself, and generally proves why he’s my favorite member of the ensemble. Seriously, Robert might be the biggest reason my cheeks began hurting from laughter. It’s true what he says, anything you can act he can act LOUDER! Even his phantom persona is loud. Whenever this creep cadaver hits its head on the set you can hear Robert going, “Ow.” By gosh is genius!

Besides the constant bickering between Henry and Henry, Dennis Tyde’s (Jonathan Sayer) Bob Cratchet is frequently forgetting his lines. The recurring gag is used to epic effect here, the nervous nitwit having to utilize the surrounding set to recall his dialogue. His colleagues best hope none of the backdrop is turned around or blocked, otherwise Dennis has no hopes of remembering even the simplest lines. He has no coins in his coin purse or a clue as to what’s going on. Uoy sselb! It’s certainly frustrating for Sandra Wilkinson and her boyfriend Max Bennett, portrayed by then real-life couple Charlie Russel and Dave Hearn. No idea if they’re still together, but it makes for cute on-screen chemistry. Especially when it’s a case of opposites attracting, Sandra the screen-loving Miss Piggy type while Max is a doofus unclear on the concept of ‘fiction’. He at least makes for a great Ghost of Christmas Present despite weeping over a false presumption that his love plans to dump him once the story’s over. Look on the plus side buddy, at least that’s one less gift you have to wrap! 

I joke, but honestly all the emotions land perfectly, both humorous and heart-felt. All of these weirdos are way more interesting than Whatsherface from Power Rangers. Blame that on a balance of witty writing and amazing acting. There’s more members of the company I’ve yet to mention who all kill it whenever on screen. Like when Annie Twilloil (Nancy Zamit) gets a prop gun stuck to her hand after an unfortunate glue incident, Jonathan Harris (Greg Tannahill) learning why Jacob Marley hated his chains so much, or technical director Trevor Watson (Rob Falconer) raining pizza down on London before wrecking it like Godzilla! It’s too funny for words, I’M DYING!

However, where it fails is in the actual adaptation part. Like most iterations, the devil’s in the details. Some incarnations fare better than others when streamlining the story. Not so much here, mostly in regards to Scrooge’s visits by the spirits. His past is almost entirely skipped over, sole focus placed on the break up with Belle. Eh, I’m sure his crappy childhood, deceased sister, or first job at Fezziwig’s isn’t important. Luckily they make up for these failings by giving the Cornley cast their own spin on the story. Chris is ready to move on and leave his troupe behind, though not before selfishly stabbing them in the back first. Upon seeing his character’s grave he realizes how selfish he’s been, apologizing to his amigos before finally letting Robert play the part. Rather a clever subversion, actually. Though really, even if you’re like me and are hung up on changes by that, you’ll be too busy busting a gut to notice. Compared to other Christmas Carols this is by far the funniest. Make up your mind Bob, are you gonna give to charity or not? WANG!

Though if your taste for brilliant British comedy isn’t satisfied yet, feast your eyes on The Nativity! In this second season episode of The Goes Wrong Show, the BBC has finally cut funds to these twits, hence why the birth of Christ is sponsored by Brookshaw Corporate Finance. Even Jesus loves cash! Blessed be the writers who thought up this running joke. Later when the Three Wise Men visit Joseph (Hearn) and Mary (Russel) in the manger they’re given gold standard accreditation, frankincense-ible advice on all their financial interests, and low-cost myrrh-gage rates. Badum tish! Fear not; for behold, it’s more than just painful puns. We also have the piano catching fire during a performance of Silent Night, desserts in place of a desert, an idiot innkeeper, nine wise men, John the Baptist, and Robert Grove as the Archangel Gabriel. All I need to say here is: Halo! On top of the cunning comedy, the set design is stupendous! It’s made to look like a pop-up book, pages turning to reveal a new location full of new mistakes to be made. I’d go on about other yuletide offerings by these professional screwups, but really I should save them for future reviews. For now I’ll close the book on the Cornley Drama Society and turn the page to reveal a familiar frog.

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[harudnae]

Roger Pirates Week - Day 4 - Surprise: Confessions / Stowaway

Another short fic for @rogerpirateswk !

It's been a while since I last wrote a fic focusing on the cabin boys, I missed them so much ❤️💙

Also posted on AO3 on 2023.01.26

Rating: General

Pairing: Shanks x Buggy

Summary: Shanks likes to give Buggy gifts.

Content warnings : gifts, fluff, dorks in love (too young to realize it but still)

Word count: 642

🎁 A gift for a smile

Shanks wonders why some crews they fight against are more friendly than others.

The Whitebeard Pirates are a nice bunch. Quite strong but fair in battle, and pretty fun when they all party together.

Buggy doesn't like that they're almost evenly matched, because it means they don't get to loot them as much. Now he's complaining that they're basically exchanging stuff and that they won't get anything of much value... More accurately, he complains that he gave them a nice compass from earlier loot, and that it'll take him ages to find a new one.

Rayleigh-san tells him that he'll need one when he's older, and he'll have plenty of time until then to make up for his loss.

Buggy still grumbles until nightfall that he shouldn't have given that away.

Shanks tries to cheer Buggy up, showing off what he got in the exchange, but nothing seems to change his mind. Shanks is sad about the whole situation, and decides to do what he can to make Buggy smile again.

Shanks offers Buggy the nicest jewels he finds in the loot, buys him things he thinks he'd be interested in.

Buggy's confused at first by those gifts, but accepts them nonetheless. He enjoys being spoiled, Shanks guesses, and the redhead is more than happy to provide.

Shanks even gets him a pretty dagger once.

Buggy's eyes shine as he examines the blade, and he's thankful for the thoughtful gift.

Shanks grins in return, and wonders how to please Buggy even more. As time passes, he tries different kinds of gifts, and examines Buggy's reactions each time, trying to determine what he likes the most.

Several years pass before they meet the Whitebeard Pirates again. This time they fight for three days straight, and on the fourth day when their Captains declare a truce, they exchange gifts like they usually do.

While looking for items of interest here and there, Shanks opens wide eyes as he finds Buggy's compass from a few years ago. He trades it for part of his personal loot and hides it until they're back at sea, waiting for the night to reveal his latest gift.

Buggy joins him in their shared bunk, getting ready to go to bed.

Shanks, already installed in the top bunk bed, hands him the compass, wrapped into a blue cloth.

"What's that ?", Buggy asks as he turns towards him.

Shanks simply smiles. "A gift."

"Hm ?" Buggy snatches the gift from Shanks hands, and unwraps the blue cloth, revealing the compass inside. He lightens up in recognition, and lifts his head up to curiously gaze at Shanks. "Where did you get that ?"

"From the Whitebeard Pirates' loot. I got it back for you", Shanks beams.

"Why ?"

"To make you happy."

Buggy frowns. "Why ?", he asks again, more quietly.

Shanks blinks. "I like to see you smile. I want to see you happy, because I like you."

Buggy flushes red. "You didn't say that."

Shanks tilts his head to the side. "Uh ? Yeah, I did. I like you. I thought you knew..."

Buggy's gaze drifts to the newly found compass in his hand. "Is that- is that why you keep giving me all those gifts ?"

"Well, yeah."

Buggy stares down, and remains silent.

"Buggy... ? I thought you liked those ? If you don't I'll stop, but-"

"Shut up", Buggy snaps, "I do." He looks up and purses his lips. "Thanks for getting this back", he says, "that's... nice."

Shanks beams again. "Anything to make you happy !"

Buggy's cheeks flush red again. "Shut up, I said !"

Shanks laughs as he snuggles back under the covers.

Buggy discards the compass and slides into the bottom bunk bed, then turns off the light. After a quiet while, he murmurs, "Did you mean it ?"

Shanks blinks in the dark. "Yeah."

"Hm. Thanks, that's nice."

Shanks grins against his pillow.