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sleeppfordays · 2 years

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The Wilds S2 bad commentary Ep3

Why does it feel like the boys island seem much more dangerous than the girls (obvi not including that fucking shark) it seems like Gretchens experiment is biase af something that we already know

Also ngl I would have thrown that fucking water at Gretchen’s face

“Does she know that is was out there?” 100% she wanted those kids to be shish kebabs

IM STILL CONFUSED ON THE WHOLE SHONI SITUATION, THEY CUDDLING IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?? DID WE NOT GET A FUCKING REVEALED? DID SHE JUST MOVED ON FROM THE YEARS OF TRAUMA SHE EXPERIENCE FROM HER OWN FATHER?? WTF IS GOING ON IM MISSING CHAPTERS NAH SCRATCH THAT A WHOLE FUCKING BOOK

DOMESTIC TONI

The tree we saw in those leaks?

ALSO THE FUCKING TRIVIA: FYI Nora always made her bed (they trying to make me fucking sob)

Gretchen writing like Amber Fucking Heard

The Progressive Lady? Bo wtf AHAHAHAHHA

SHELBY’S LITTLE WHERE YOU GOING? AKSJAKDJSJ MY HEART

A signed out sheet, totes mom energy

RACHEL AND LEAH a pairing I never knew a needed, fucking love them

And she’s writing in Nora’s books BEACH IM SOBBING

“Gorgeous eye catching hair” the fucking sass I love him

When I saw someone drawing I almost screamed cause I thought it was Nora

Okay ngl Henry is kinda getting on my nerves but good dam he did not need to almost drown him

Seth making something on the spot to validate why he almost killed Henry, fucking psychotic, but also kinda funny??

”You’ll be such a hot carpenter” BEACH IM SCREAMING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH the hype man energy they keep to support each other 🤌

Fatin and Martha? Another unexpected pairing and I love it, love that they’re giving us all these pairings that are not the usual ones

I love the transition from masturbation to the boys standing on a fucking ledge

He just called him “Karen”

Henry’s personality doing a full 180 is a bit of a whiplash

Shelby worrying so much about Toni makes me feel so lonely but holy shit it is so wholesome

THE LIP BITE AND PULL AKDJAKDJSKXJ

Seth literally change the morals of the group is such a Shelby thing

Not him actually peeing on the ledge

I love Bo and Scotty’s relationship, family doesnt define blood just like Martha and Toni

RACHELS FACE WHEN LEAHS VOICE CHANGED FOR THE PERFORMANCE

They practiced for 2 hours AHAHAHHA

Ngl I thought they were going to bust Raise a Glass

THE SINGING IS BACK

OMFG I THOUGHT LEAH WAS GOING TO KISS FATIN

MARTHA IS DANCING THIS ISNT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE CALM DOWN, CALM THE FUCK DOWN

THE SHONI SLOWMO

The boat, I see the angst coming

“Its just you and me” making me cry out here

And that concludes Ep3 of S2! Let me know which format y’all like best! I hope you guys are enjoying it as much as I am!

Episode 4 here we come!

#the wilds #the wilds season 2 #the unsinkable eight #bad the wilds s2 commentary

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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5,9,32!

5. What fanfic of yours should everyone have read?

CENSURED! (Casey x reader). It’s like my lil baby. I don’t know why i love it so much, it’s got such a good balance of smut, fluff, a bff/work partner of Carisi who’s obvi the most supporting friend ever, a CHAOTIC relationship with Aunt/(low key step mom) Rita, a teeny bit of angst and surprisingly a lot of my personal life?? Like, some of it was planned and some of it snuck its way in there without me even realizing it.

Otherwise I’d say Hidden Desires, cause it covers questioning sexuality, suuuuuper smutty scenes, absolute fucking heartbreak, trying to get over it, getting over it and then the conclusion when Alex “comes back from the dead”.

And Her Everything series, again, it covers a lot, I mean, it literally spans 10 years, but it has some smut, some adorable fluff, a lot of episode related shit, and then the angst of Barba leaving and him returning 4 years later to find out he has a kid. Barba’s such a complex character already that I do love writing more series style stuff for him and this gave me that opportunity.

9. What are your favourite fanfics?

Aw man. There’s SO MANY that I’ve read that are absolutely amazing that I don’t have bookmarked/couldn’t even tell you the usernames. @ghostwritingcabenson has some INCREDIBLE stuff that I absolutely adore, @aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide series Evocations is BEAUTIFULLY written and delves into Cabenson so amazingly well. @littlelemonkey has a Calex fic that I am OBSESSED with, like the slow burn??? The power they hold to be able to do it so well, like, holy hell i can make it like, 3 chapters before the slow burn is over lol. There’s another ao3 author who I can’t remember the name of who writes a lot of Rita/Amanda and it’s a ship i wasn’t into at first, but like, damn. And of course there’s a million other one shots/fics out there that I just can’t fucking remember, or remember exactly who wrote them cause it was a time when I’d first gotten back into tumblr and into the fandom and wasn’t mutuals with people yet. I legit have so many Masterlists bookmarked to re-read stuff now lolol

32. Past or present tense?

Present? (How bad is it that i had to google that to double check lolololol. To think i was once in IB English....) 😂

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 4 years

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Holy Obedience | Feeding Habits Update #4

Hey People of Earth! Today we’ll be chatting chapter five of Feeding Habits, aka Holy Obedience. TW: animal cruelty, blood, suicide, toxic relationships.

This chapter is the last in Lonan’s POV and a direct continuation of chapter four. I was getting a little burned out as this was toward the end of my 10k word week a few weeks ago, but overall, it definitely achieves what I was hoping for!

Scene A:

Eliza and Lonan chat about secrets which gets intense when Eliza prompts Lonan to burn Harrison’s guardian angel necklace & a few polaroids that were taken as a small easter egg from one of the mini stories!

Lonan grabs everything out in time with minimal damage

Scene B:

Lonan finally burns down his father’s darkroom.

Scene C:

Lonan emerges from the woods and approaches the cabin. Eliza sits on the veranda tending to a dead rabbit she claims she “found”. What happened in the previous memory in ch. 4 of Lonan and his father utilizing the ikijime technique to kill the fish mirrors with the rabbit, despite it actually being dead.

Lonan and Eliza take a drive and talk about the very different lessons they each learned from Lonan’s father

Eliza hits the accelerator and drives the car into the lake. Her fate is left unspecified, whereas he gets out relatively unscathed.

Excerpts:

Here’s this very tender romantical description because I indulge myself obvi:

The last time he saw Harrison, he knew they would not see each other for a very long time after. Sun haloed him. Pinged of his eyes so they shone like gemstones. The earring he’d gifted him from his mother’s collection twirled, mindless, like the surface of a mirror ball. He didn’t forget that image—his lover a painting of the sun, an offering he was lucky to have, if only temporary. As he gurgles at the face of the fire, he doesn’t forget that feeling—the warmth not against his face, but in the pith of his throat, jittering like the wings of a hummingbird. As he shifts forward, closer to the fire, a hand secures around his shirt collar. At first, he’s convinced what he’s seeing will be the last he ever sees—the magnificence of heat. But it’s when he feels its heaviness with a clank against the stone as the clasp comes undone that he understands.

When he turns around, Eliza holds Harrison’s guardian angel in her palm. The chain noosed carelessly around the angel’s throat.

This kind of epic sequence of Lonan yeeting away the darkroom ft a subtle Houses With Teeth reference??:

Lonan will burn down the darkroom one-handed. He hustles through the rain and forest brush with the gas can, the flashlight pricked between his teeth. The woodland seems so irrelevant at night; moonlight pares through clumps of deciduous trees; rain blisters from the opaque clouds; a ground animal, perhaps a raccoon, or squirrel, scampers up a redwood and into its hollow. It’s lost its energy, replaced with irrelevant, forgettable details. But still he moves with conviction, weaving between tree trunks like he’s the one who put them there.

His second reunion with the darkroom is not something of the fantastic. He’s done his time staring at it like it’s got teeth, strong incisors that will nick him if he looks at it the wrong way. When he arrives at its pathway, rain prowling down his cheeks, his left hand wrapped hastily in the eucalyptus towel, he has not come for reconciliation.

Gasoline could substitute the Pacific, he thinks as he unscrews the bottle’s cap and lugs liquid onto nearing brush, smothering the wildflowers needling through the shed’s concrete platform. It moves the same, sounds the same, does the same thing—spreads. He leaves no square foot untouched with fuel. He douses the doorway, its shattered windows, even the individual holes in its hardwood floor. He dresses the darkroom in gasoline and doesn’t blink when he pulls his lighter from his pocket and sets it on fire.

Here’s when Lonan approaches the cabin and first sees the dead rabbit:

Lonan arrives back at the cabin a half hour later, smelling like soot and wet earth. He expects to see Eliza inside, turning over the last bits of scorched wood with the fire iron. Drinking a bottle of red wine turned to vinegar by herself, the cork neatly pushed in the centre of the hearth. But when he approaches the cabin, tracking up rain and dirt, Eliza is not inside.

She sits on the veranda, stooped over the glass worktable, her hands fumbling against the head of a rabbit. There is no question the animal is dead. It’s small, just bigger than the length of her palm, its grey fur gone cobalt with rain. Its head lolls against the frost of the glass. There is no bringing it back to life.

“Where did you find that?” Lonan asks. He wrings his hair of rainwater knowing it will get soaked again before another minute passes.

“It washed up.” She strokes its ear, examines its fur with her thumb and middle finger, as if tending to cashmere.

Lonan impales the rabbit in the same way he impaled the previous chapter’s fish and this is what happens after that. We also get a hint at why the chapter is called Holy Obedience:

“Do you do everything in the name of your father?”

“Obedience is an act of love.”

“Burning down his darkroom is not what he would’ve wanted.” Eliza pulls her arms close to her chest, gnaws on a bloody hangnail.

“That’s what I wanted.”

“Then you have two conflicting agendas.”

“Isn’t killing the rabbit what you wanted? Aren’t you vegetarian, Eliza? Aren’t those two conflicting agendas?”

Eliza taps the hilt of the knife, fully upright in the rabbit’s skull. Her lips purse. Her posture straightens. She wipes her mouth with the clean plane of her forearm. When she deescalates the veranda’s steps and walks past him, he doesn’t follow her at first. He watches her back, the way her hair flutters before sinking with the rain. How blood drips off her fingertips and onto the dirt driveway, pinkish, like the colour a child might want their wall.

And the fateful drive begins, ft. a scene I repurposed from the old ch.2:

Loam gives under the car’s wheels, sputters up onto the windows as she backs the car onto a dirt path. He does not ask where she’s going. Even as they drive deeper into the thicket of trees, branches combing the windshield, paths he’s never been, he does not ask.

“What other things did your father teach you?” she asks after some time dozing through the woods.

Eliza’s hung a lucky rabbit’s foot from the rear-view mirror, tannish fur that whitens when Lonan reaches and turns it over.

“This isn’t vegetarian,” he says, scales the foot with his fingernail, bloodying it just as the rabbit on the veranda. Its ball chain clatters with every brush of his finger, the sharp jut of its cap, neatly carved into the head of a rabbit, prickling against his finger. Rain clatters against the window, each drop’s shadow inking his jeans, arms. “Genesis. How to kill a fish. The easiest places to be caught when you run.”

Me leaving the city haha:

They parse through trees, bushes, and Lonan knows each species even without looking, and the longer she doesn’t answer, the more insistent he becomes at stating them aloud. “Red alder. Pacific dogwood. Cascara. Ponderosa pine,” he says.

Here are the final two paragraphs. Fun fact, I stole “holy vengeance” from myself which appears in one of the later chapters in Rewired.

The next time Eliza presses the accelerator, it’s with a holy vengeance. As if something guides her, her heel gorging into the pedal. They move so quickly, Lonan doesn’t know when the forest ends and where the beach starts—it all melds, a mosaic of vague landscapes. He doesn’t know when he reaches for the rabbit’s foot hanging from the mirror and holds it to his chest, like he knows what she’ll do. Even before she says, “I always wanted to be buried by cattails,” even before the car’s wheels whir over sand, driftwood, strings of kelp, even before they dive head-first into the lake, he knows.

Crashing into water sounds like rising to heaven. He doesn’t know why this is the first connection he makes, or why all he visualizes as the car sinks is the wisp of white clouds, the balmy lift of air that hikes him through the sky. Even though the water is dark, all he sees is light, crisp and glittering from above. As he ascends, he turns to look for Eliza, and there she is, slumped over the wheel, a stroke of blood dripping into her mouth. He is weightless when he stabs the cap of the rabbit’s foot into the corner of the window so it splinters. Weightless when he inhales and pushes through the broken glass like it’s Peter’s gate and he’s a step away from salvation. Weightless when he paddles through the water like a sunfish, his body ready for this, good at this, as he holds his breath. Weightless when the car sinks, and his head breaches the water like an orca, weightless when he opens his mouth to the storm and exclaims his hallelujah, his new beginning, his ultimate baptism.

That’s it for this update! I will be back sooner rather than later as I recently completed chapter six, but that’s a wrap on Lonan’s POV y’all!

--Rachel

#writing #amwriting #writeblr #writerblr #writingupdates #fostered #mothwork #feedinghabits

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underwaterdogballs · 3 years

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The Birth House - Ami McKay

[ im only a new reader, so im still working on the reading daily thing ]

time it took me - 2-3 days (i was really into it lol)

published - 2006

pages - 368

TW for book: physical abuse, sexual abuse, sex scenes, sexism, violence, teen pregnancy + birth

chapters - 47 + epilogue, and there are notes from the Willow Book at the end (i actually typed the whole thing up lmao ( x ) )

genre - historical / realistic fiction

5/5 stars (but my standards are really fucking low, so don’t trust me)

honest opinion - I loved it. It was a great book for me. I loved the MC (stands for Main Character), and it was just a great book all around. I can't put my opinion into words, but I'd highly recommend it, but if you've faced sexual abuse and/or teen pregnancy I might pass it up, as it may be triggering.

basic summary (no major spoilers) (im writing this 3-4 months after reading the book, so sorry if a bit inaccurate) -

Takes place in 1910s-1920s (WWI), Nova Scotia. Basically Dora Rare (first daughter in 5 generations of Rares), is drawn to Miss Babineau, a midwife and eventually after a few years becomes a midwife herself. But soon Dr. Gilbert Thomas, comes by and brings promises of quick, painless birth, and now many people start to question Babineau’s methods. Miss B disappears, and now Dora has to fight for her traditions.

in depth ‘summary’ (spoilers. and a whole lot of them) !!CW!! physical abuse, sexual abuse(?), few sex scenes -

Alrightie, buckle up.

“On the evening of a full moon in June, Silent went out in his canoe to catch the shad that were spawning around the tip of Cape Split. As the night wore on, Annie began to worry that some ill had befallen her love. . . . She walked to the cove where they had first met and began to call to him, promising her heart, her fidelity and a thousand loves to his name. The moon, seeing Annie’s sadness, began to sing, forcing the waves inland, strong and fast, bringing Silent safely back to his lover. Since that time, every child born from the Rare name has been male, and even now, when the moon is full, you can hear her voice, the voice of the moon, singing sailors home.” < why all Rare children have been men (for past 5 gen) >

Dora Rare is the only daughter in 5 generations of Rares. When Dora is first mentioned, she is 17 years old, and has 6 older brothers. Marie Babineau drags Dora to Mrs. Experience Ketch’s 13th kid, which would be a very prominent memory. Anyway if she didn’t give birth to this child today, she’d die. So she did, but she did not want her child. She pushed him away. So he died. Mr. Ketch is not deserving to be called a father, but here we are. Being the 1910s, he was a sexist wanker. “’I don’t trust nothin’ that can’t piss standin’ up.”’ like bitch who the fuck do you think you are??

Mrs. Ketch is a victim of serious domestic abuse, if the amount of children didn’t tell you otherwise (women can choose to have this many children, but... holy fuck.)

Archer, someone who Dora is sorta fond of (its been a while, dont remember her feelings), didn’t wish to fight in the war, but Grace and Precious really didn’t fucking like that. “’If I could, I’d march through Europe myself, killing Huns right and left, gutting them with a bayonet and crushing their skulls with the heel of my boot. But I can’t, and neither can any other woman who might wish for victory over evil... and neither can these boys who are too young to serve their king.’ She glared at Archer. ’But you can’” Mate. Take notes from Mulan. Masquerade as a man and beat them all. Fucking coward.

After Archer drags Dora to an empty room, Dora starts to become a horny fuck, and he begins undressing her, she mentions that that was her first kiss, and this Archer hoe backs off, and leaves.

Dr. Thomas comes bearing promises of quick and painless births. He makes Miss B and Dora seem like they’re using wooden tools and sawing a woman in half to get her baby out and taping her back together. Like stfu.

Well, a chapter or 2 later, Dora learns that she is marrying Archer, and she can’t refuse it.

A couple pages later, on the start of chapter 18, B orders Dora to get her 2 long-handled spoons and to grease them up with tallow, to get a teacup cover out from Grace Hutner’s sweet spot, cause she’s a horndog.

On the day before their wedding night, Archer wants Dora to give him a bj. A motherfucking blowjob. As a thanks for the permission to marry him.

“Come on, Dorrie. Just get on your knees. It won’t take long, no one needs to know. Now open up that mouth and take me in.” im not even going to say anything.

Anyway, the day before Dora has to marry Archer Bigelow, Miss B dies. :(

Archer wants Dora to give up the midwifery stuff (i think its sorta cool tbh, but k mate). This horny fuck wants sex every damn night. The book mentions the ‘supposed to hurt the first time’ and ‘breaking a woman in’ and just to let you know, the book talks like this bc it’s set in the 1910s-1920s, but irl, it doesn’t have to hurt the first time, i don’t think (but i havent fucked yet, and i dont plan to so idk), and breaking a woman in makes it sound like an object of some sort.

On page 174, Archer attempts to punch her, but he misses and makes a hole in the wall.

Dora gives in to sex when she doesn’t want to, and bc of her ‘obligations as a wife’ he treats her more like a sex toy than a human being. (not every guy is a piece of shit in this book, just most of them)

She heads to Dr. Thomas through a friend or her familys advice, and is diagnosed with hysteria, which is probably just ignored horniness, or a high libido or smth, the Doc basically uses a vibrator thing on her and the book states it’s better than what she’s felt in the arms of her husband.

(im wrapping this up cause my fingers are cold)

Influenza starts to pop up, and after Dora is outcasted for her practices, she goes to one of her older brothers.

Brady Ketch, husband of Experience Ketch, dumps his beat up and bruised pregnant 13-year old daughter on Dora’s doorstep, she dies, but delivers a perfectly healthy baby that Dora adopts as her own, and names Winnie/Wennie or whatever the fuck her name was.

After she comes back, she turns back to midwifery, and bars Dr. Thomas with a pitchfork after he attempts to interrupt a delivery (not Ketch’s daughter, as she died in childbirth) (obvi)

Archer dies out in sea, after Dora didn’t give him a thing known for protecting sailors from drowning and to bring them home safe and sound. But Archer has a brother, Hart, and claimed that he always had feelings for her, and he was disgusted at how he treated her. Dora doesn’t marry him, but stays as his lover. Also, the epilogue is about electricity coming to Scots Bay.

#The Birth House #Ami McKay #McKay #book #review #recommendation #rec #books #genre #historical fiction #fiction #realistic #realistic fiction #medical fiction #summary #book summary #book summaries

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chelsfic · 4 years

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Part Seven - Wish You Weren’t Here - Diego Jiménez x Reader - Starz Power fanfic

A/N: I totally promised some Diego-Piglet interaction and did *not* deliver. But don’t worry there will be some soon.

Warnings: This chapter is just SMUT, Unprotected sex, Gun kink!, Angst (obvi)

------ Diego is in your apartment.

He’s wearing a silk button down and tight pants and shoes that probably cost more than your sofa and he’s standing in your little shabby apartment looking out of place and like he has no idea why he came.

“You actually came,” you laugh nervously, fiddling with the hem of the short dress you threw on when he texted. It’s flouncy and thin and short and still extremely conservative compared to the get ups that Diego’s usual...companions...wear. When you ransacked your closet, you kept hearing the echo of Diego’s words from earlier today, Would it kill you to wear something with a little more...access?

You watch Diego’s eyes drift down to the short hemline of the dress, trailing down your bare legs. You feel a thrill go through you thinking that he likes what he sees. He steps forward and drags his hands up your sides, letting the fabric of the dress gather and ride up until your ass is nearly exposed.

“I had some unfinished business…”

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The Chinese food sits cooling on your kitchen counter as Diego pulls you onto his lap. Your legs straddle him, the thin material of your dress riding up to reveal your shapely thighs hugging his pelvis. Diego skims his hands up your bare thighs, ghosting over the fabric of your silk panties and diving around to palm your ass. You let out a strangled moan and buck against the obvious bulge of his erection. The friction of his jeans rubbing you through your thin panties sends spikes of quivering pleasure through your bloodstream. You’ve never felt this lost to your desire before. You need him. You crave him. Like an addiction. You know he’s bad for you. You know he’ll only hurt you. But you don’t care.

“Baby,” you whisper, dropping forward to press your hungry lips to his. He obliges, returning the kiss with a bruising force, twisting his fingers into the hair at the back of your neck and angling your head to his liking.

When he pulls away you’re gasping for breath. His voice is rough as he replies, “I’m not your baby, niñita. I’m your papi.”

Holy fucking shit. The sound you make in response to his words is only discernible to bats and dolphins. How does he do this to you? You’re like putty in his hands. One minute you’re a rational, logical being. The next you’re only capable of thinking with your vagina. You wonder if this is how men feel all the time…

“Diego...papi…” you feel shy using the erotic pet name, but Diego’s feral growl in response gives you confidence. “I need you…”

You grind against him, your hips hugging his, desperate for more contact, desperate to have him inside you. Like, now. Diego squirms a little and reaches behind him.

“Hold on,” he grunts and pulls the golden gun out of the back of his pants, placing it innocently beside you on the couch. He takes your face in his hands and tries to guide you back to his lips but your eyes are caught on the gleaming, gold menace sitting like a memento mori on your couch cushion.

“Uhh…” Diego trails his fingers along the collar of your dress, tugging and testing the material before dragging it down your arms and baring your chest. He’s about to unclasp your bra when you brush him away, “Wait! Diego, can you just--maybe move the gun to the coffee table. Or the kitchen. Or some place far away from me?”

Diego looks up at you and something in your face stills him, throwing cold water over his fevered skin.

He stares at you as he reaches out for the gun and doesn’t miss when you tense as his hand wraps around the grip.

“You’re scared of me?” his voice is husky, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows some unwelcome, foreign emotion.

“Not…” you clear your throat, squirming in his lap, still very much aroused-- “not exactly. I just don’t like...the gun.”

Your mind flashes back to the day you walked in on Diego about to kill a man. He meant to kill you that day. You can’t forget the press of the still-warm gun against your cheek. You swallow back your own emotions. You really don’t want this to be a thing.

You lean forward and rest your forehead against Diego’s, capturing his gaze, “Just put it away so we can keep…”

You roll your hips against him and Diego drags in a ragged breath through parted lips, but he stills you with a hand to your hip.

“Watch this,” he orders and releases the magazine from the handgun, leaning forward to set it on the coffee table. He brandishes the unloaded gun between you. “It can’t hurt you, querida. And I...I won’t hurt you.”

Liar. You know Diego won’t physically harm you. But emotionally? He’s a bomb waiting to go off. Still...he makes you feel like you’re the sexiest version of yourself...

“Take it,” he says, handing the gun to you, wrapping your fingers around the handle with his own. Even unloaded, you can’t help but think about its capacity for violence. You weigh it your hands, turning it this way and that. As you inspect it, Diego’s fingers creep along your inner thighs and delve beneath the fabric of your panties. They slide into your slick wetness and he chuckles softly, “So wet for me. You think you’re ready for me? Hmm?”

Diego’s eyes gleam with cheeky arrogance. In a moment of inspiration you press the muzzle of the gun to the sensitive skin beneath his jaw and lean into his lips, “Why don’t you get me ready for you, Diego?”

The moan that Diego lets out is broken. The image of you holding him at gunpoint while he pleasures you is too much. He never would have imagined when he first hired a nervous, drab housekeeper that he was really hiring a secret nymph capable of taking him apart. He slides his fingers through your folds, slicking them in your wetness before thrusting two inside of you with a jerk of his wrist. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, pressing the gun harder to Diego’s neck.

“So tight,” Diego grumbles, pistoning his hand against your core. “It’s been a while, huh?”

You nod your head absentmindedly. Your grip on the gun loosens and you let it fall to his shoulder as you ride his fingers.

“So eager,” he whispers, his eyes are locked on your face, watching you moan and cry as you fuck yourself on his hand. “You can’t wait to have my cock inside you, huh?”

You groan loader, rubbing and thrusting and desperate for more. The gun slips from your fingers entirely and Diego picks it up with his free hand. He brings the muzzle up to your face and lets the cool metal trace down the column of your neck and circle around your breasts. You gasp and your eyes open wide as he presses the muzzle under the fabric of your bra and brings it up against your straining, taught nipple.

Shock and pleasure rip through you. Diego smirks smugly and continues his path, dragging the gun along your round belly and trailing south. He slips his fingers out of you and you mewl in protest, but he shushes you, replacing his fingers with the lethal muzzle of the gun, sliding it carefully and gently against your clit and all the while watching your face.

At first you’re tense, staring down at him with uncertainty. But Diego’s gun is like an extension of his body. He uses it expertly, pulsing the warming metal against your core gently but firmly until your body starts responding again. Slow, shy at first, you start to roll your hips, grinding your wet pussy against the weapon that’s killed countless people. Clutching the shoulders of the man responsible for those kills.

“I knew you’d like this, little girl,” Diego growls, his voice dark and filthy. “I knew you secretly wanted me to use this gun on you. Didn’t you?”

Your mind is mush and you’ll say anything if he’ll keep rubbing you, “Yes, Diego!”

Diego reaches up with his free hand and slaps your breast playfully before rubbing his calloused fingers over your nipple. The extra sensation sends a shivering spike of pleasure through you and you feel your peak coming.

Your eyes have drifted shut but Diego slaps you again on the cheek to get you to open them, “Look, bonita. Watch me fuck you with my gun. If you don’t come--right now--what should I do with you, hmm? I’ll load this fucking gun and make you suck it.”

What the fuck? Why are you so turned on by this? God, Diego is an animal. And you--apparently--love it. It doesn’t matter and you don’t have to worry about Diego loading the gun because a second later you’re crying out and crumpling against him as your orgasm shocks through your system.

Diego doesn’t allow you a second to recover before he’s flipping you onto your back on the couch and frantically unbuckling his belt. You gaze up at him through lust-blurred vision and notice that his hands are shaking as he shoves down his pants. Then you’re a little distracted because he’s lining up his massive erection and pressing into you slowly, burying his face in the crook of your neck and groaning against your skin.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. He raises up and captures your lips in a searing kiss as he thrusts fully inside of you. The stretch of him is a delicious pain and you moan into the kiss. Diego’s hands cup your face and his touch is impossibly gentle given he was threatening to make you suck off his loaded gun only a moment ago. You hug his hips with your thighs, locking your legs around his waist as he rolls against you.

It’s your turn to watch Diego’s face. He’s so vulnerable in this moment, completely unguarded. His eyes slip closed and his lips part as his breath stutters with the effort of controlling his vicious lust. And all the while he’s whispering, “You’re so good, Y/N. How can you be so--nngh! I’m gonna ruin you. I’ll ruin you, Y/N and you’ll let me, won’t you?”

His hips pick up pace and he cradles your body against him as he pounds into you with bruising force. You’re reeling mentally even as your body ramps up for a second orgasm. On the surface his words sound like typical Diego dirty talk. But something in his voice and the way he’s touching you with such reverence makes you think he really means what he’s saying. He’ll ruin you. He doesn’t want to, but he knows he will.

You rub your hands down his muscled back and answer him, firmly, “You won’t ruin me, Diego.”

He looks at you and in his eyes there is longing mixed with terror. His lips tremble and his eyes flood with unshed tears. He hides his face in your neck as he answers, “Yes...I will. I ruin...everything...I--I…”

His orgasm tears through him like an explosion and yours follows soon after. Lights dance in your eyes and you clench your thighs around Diego, tightening your arms around his shoulders and holding him in place so he can’t escape. You’re feeling...warm, fuzzy feelings that you absolutely must not put into words. It’s just your body chemistry tricking you. The fact that Diego is clutching you just as tightly and there are little shivers shaking his shoulders is not helping your resolve.

“You’re good, Diego,” you whisper into his ear, stroking your fingers through his hair. But the lie tastes like copper on your tongue. Is he a good man? Really? Do you care?

“No…” he answers, nuzzling his stubbled cheek against you, “I’m not…”

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scatterpatter · 4 years

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Some expanded thoughts on FF7R under the cut [SPOILERS]

So! Overall I freaking LOVED the remake and I can’t wait to see the rest! Midgar feels so alive and expanded, you really feel attached to everyone, it’s... muah! Honestly a lot of the points I’m gonna make are more nitpicks than anything. I won’t make any commentary on the gameplay because I watched a let’s play instead of playing by myself(im broke and cant afford a PS4 and $60 game >_>)

So the designs are GORGEOUS... no, the entire GAME is gorgeous. Midgar looks so good and detailed, there’s so much great implementation of color theory! Cloud is sooooo good looking!!! Barret and Aerith and Sephiroth are all GORGEOUS! Reno Rude Tseng and Rufus.. AAAA!!! The only slight complain I have is that- okay so Tifa looks AWESOME, but I honestly wish she wasn’t so skinny. Like she’s a melee fighter, but her waist and arms are so thin! I wish they gave her a bit more tone and muscle, but, oh well. I honestly can’t stop staring at the character models they look SO good

Plot-wise, I really like most of the changes/additions they made! Especially with Biggs, Wedge, and Jessie. They’re wonderful and I love them and did I mention that I love them because they’re just so dorky!!! And good!!!

Honestly, I like that Aerith is actually written to be likeable. I know that doesn’t seem like much but a lot of games fall into the trap of telling you that you’re supposed to like the female protag(looking at you, Breath of the Wild) or tell you that she’s a strong character, but they fail to show that, so the player feels like they’re just being told to get attached. Aerith, though, is actually really likeable in this game!!! She’s cute and down-to-earth, really dorky and even snarky, easily seeing past Cloud’s tough-guy act, and she can fight! It’s just so nice to see a game that shows a strong female protag instead of just telling you.

Legit everyone is horny for Cloud and I’m so here for it

Okay so like. I love Roche. I didn’t at first but he quickly grew on me. He’s so awfully chaotic and I just- I love him. I’m mad that he was just kinda forgotten, though. Like! He could’ve shown up at the ending chase!!!

THEY REALLY WROTE HOJO TO BE AS CREEPY AS POSSIBLE HUH. Like I’m not complaining because like he’s basically the reason why everything happened, but! Ahhhh he makes me squirm he’s a creep with a gross science fetish and I wanna stab himmmmm

Okay so. President Shinra is a little bit TOO stereotypically evil? Like having a gold statue of himself and not even caring about sabotaging one of his own reactors when one little console gets destroyed??? Like it’s almost comical how evil he’s written to be. Though, I do like the scene where he calls Barret out on his ideals, that was neat!

Nowww, Heidegger Scarlet Palmer and Reeve? MUAH. Heidegger and Scarlet are written so sadistically but like in such a likeable way, especially Heidegger. God I hate them both but you just love to hate them!!! Palmer is HILARIOUS- I love how he’s written to be the spoiled kid whose parents forced the other kids to include him so he’s just there even though he doesn’t do anything. And Reeve? Well...

SO REEVE IS MY FAVORITE ATM SINCE WE DON’T HAVE VINCENT YET, AND REEVE IS JUST... <3 <3 <3 Okay so first off, his design is perfect. He doesn’t really stand out in the same way that Heidegger Scarlet and Palmer do. He just has a normal build, normal suit, normal hair slicked back- he just looks like a normal employee, totally inconspicuous... which is very fitting considering how he ends up being undercover and needs to look inconspicuous ;)

Though Reeve shows clear signs of overworking himself and being emotionally abused by his coworkers which... sucks. I mean it’s good writing but I feel so awful for him- Like you know it’s bad when someone just has to hold up a hand to get you to shut up and sit down. I like that he tries to do good things but steps down when he’s told to, that he’s empathetic but cowardly. It does a great job at setting up his character arc in future chapters <3

Okay so one thing- I thought the build-up for the plate dropping was amazing, but honestly... the plate itself falling was slightly underwhelming, to be completely honest. Like- I just didn’t feel the impact that a plate falling would have! Mainly because, you don’t see a single death which is interesting. Like you see people running from falling debris, but legit not a single death is implied. Honestly? I thought the scene would have been far more impactful if they showed:

Seventh Heaven actually being destroyed

The people topside reacting to the ground beneath them collapsing and them falling to their deaths(They only tried to evacuate Sector 7 slums! Not the topside!!!)

More people actually being implied to have been crushed(No, Im not counting Wedge). Like in the original FF7 there’s a scene where someone’s watching tv and you see the plate falling from outside the window- and there’s a reporter just doing his normal shit before he suddenly looks up and things go to static- like- thats an intense scene and I wish the remake did more stuff like that!

They do great showing people REACTING to the plate falling which is why its so appalling to me that they dont show much of the actual devastation DURING plate fall

I LOVE that Cait Sith shows up at the plate falling! It shows that Reeve actually tried to warn people(something he asked to do and was denied earlier), even if he was too late. The only problem I have is that new players who dont know who Cait Sith is will be horribly confused as to who and why he’s there???

Also, when the crew goes back to Sector 7, you don’t really... feel the impact right away. Keep in mind, an entire section of city just fell onto another section of city WITH the supports holding it up, there should have been way more rubble. Yet, the area where Seventh Heaven is just... looks like it was hit with a major earthquake. There should be way more rubble, like mountains of it. It’s weird since the opening cinematic really captures the scope of how huge Midgar is, but the plate falling just doesn’t really show the scope of how much devastation there was to losing an entire plate.

The scope of it is done a bit better when climbing up Sector 7, but I still feel like the weight and scope of destruction isn’t lived up to its full potential.

Okay so- Wedge and Biggs. ... Yeah, it takes away from the impact of their deaths to have them not die. I mean, I can’t make a total opinion on this just yet, because the other parts haven’t come out yet, but... if FF7R is gonna keep them alive, they better have a good reason for it tbh.

They might have done a little bit too much foreshadowing with Cloud and Aerith? Like I like Cloud having memory issues, it’s kept pretty vague... but him going “Mother?” with Jenova is a little bit too spoiler-y. Like yeah you gotta tease his whole thing but like- don’t give it away this soon!!!

I also don’t mind Seph showing up as much as he does. Like, in the original, you don’t even hear about him until close to the end of the Midgar arc. Obvi since the remake ONLY covers the Midgar arc so far, I totally understand bringing him in sooner. Again, having the clones existing might be a little too spoilery for the big twists later on, but I can let it slide since it’s still treated as very “wtf” and I’m sure anyone new to the story hasn’t put it together yet.

Did I mention how much I love Seph he’s so creepy and his eyes are gorgeous and he’s so intimidating by just being there

And the Whispers... I honestly didn’t like them. I kept forgetting that they existed honestly. They just feel so... detached from the plot. I don’t mind adding new content/story, but the Whispers just... didn’t feel well-implemented. They also felt really campy towards the end. Like, the fact that they could un-stab Barret and shield Avalanche from car accidents while they were escaping? They were legit like “no you can’t die even if you tried because fate” and takes away any tension of the scene because... well, they know they cant die.

That being said, the ending was interesting. I uh. It was interesting! So they actually defeat fate itself in order to change... who knows what. The future, maybe even the past??? I’ve got many thoughts on this

If the future is changed, that can be exciting since people who know the original’s plot won’t know what’s gonna happen next so like- okay!

If the past was changed... y’all know I’m talking about Zack. Was fate changed so that he could live? Keep in mind, we see Whispers surrounding Midgar before they dissipate and Zack’s like “ohey did I get all of em?”, implying that fate would have forbade Zack from ever getting to Midgar. Having the team defeat fate means... Zack may have now reached Midgar.

Is alternate reality/timeline stuff going to happen now???

Cloud’s character revolves around Zack dying. What’ll happen to Cloud now???

I feel so bad for people new to the plot who don’t know who Zack is.

Nomura... you madman.

So with the ending... Nomura and Squenix is setting something up. They’re going for something huge. I uh. I fear, honestly! Because this could very likely get WAY too ambitious and WAY too confusing(Think Dream Drop Distance’s bullshit plot), and could totally fall on its face and end up being Squenix’s biggest flop of all time. But... if this succeeds and they actually pull off whatever they’re trying to pull... holy shit. I would be floored.

I honestly am a bit afraid that the plot will be too confusing for new players. Like- no one would know whats going on with Zack unless they knew the original plot, so like while this would be a great game for FF7 fans, I’m really worried that it won’t be a good game for people new to the series.

Cloud in a dress is the greatest thing and I’m so happy they kept that scene I love him so much the entire scene is so queer <3

But overall, despite some nitpicks, it was a SUPER SOLID game and I’m soooo hype to see where they go with it! I wanna see Cait and Yuffie and Cid and Vincent!!!!!!!!!

#ff7r #I RAMBLE A LOT #ff7r spoilers

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developmenthole · 7 years

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The Price of Aetherium: Outline

The Price of Aetherium was a retconed story arc for Pythia, until I overhauled her. I’m too proud of it to delete it, so i’m posting it here. This is the outline of the story, which gets wordy at points.

Part 1 Nightmares

Done

Part 2 Reunions

Done

Part 3 Ozymandias

team leaves early in the morning 5am ish all on horseback. pyth, saulian and andoryan have cyrodiilic horses, do’kikhtar and motabe ended up buying draft horses once reaching skyrim bc she knew it would be easier going back that way. brief description of traveling, mostly uneventful and nonstop.

once outside the ruins, the horses start getting nervous bc of the tremors. they dismount and tie the horses to a tree nearby or to some of the dwemer hitches. theyre all achy and hella sore, and andoryan bitches the most obvi, pyth and saul deal with it and do kinda agrees that shes stiff as fuck. a tremor shakes the ground and they all get a bit nervous, wondering if its safe or not. they got all the way here theres no way they're turning back now after coming all this way,

they head inside explore a bit and find katrias body but her ghost dosent show up bc saul radiates holy but they dont know that. they make their way along blah blah its fuckin boring pyth explains kinetic resonators, notes how they're not usually found in skyrims dwarven clans. basically she kinda takes the role of katria in explaining shit. do gets cut by a falmer in the area between shoulder and neck but saul heals her some so they keep going, pyth gets hurt by chaurus hunter.

they reach the summit (where the resonators are n you gotta shoot them) and pyth studies katrias journal before getting it in one go however comma andoryan knocks on one of the centurions and wakes it up. the team gets fucked up by it bad, but everyone is alive so far. they go and get the crest and its tired celebration and they start to leave. and because god hates pyth especially, a swarm of falmer shows. team is weak from the centurion fight so they get murdered. saul gets pulled over the edge by one jumping on him, Motabe runs out of magic and gets fucked and do flies into a rage, kills 5-7 and then gets overwhelmed and succumbs to poison. at the last second andoryan fucking tanks the shit and wipes the rest out right as pyth is about to get offed. she is hurt super bad and he pins her down reveals he is a Cunt. takes the aetherium for himself, decides to take all of it, including the aetherium in her eye. takes one of the falmer axes and uses it to cut out her eye. he then drags her to the edge and throws her over.

Part 4 Myth

pyth wakes up. saul is there looking fucked. she tries to move but saul stills her. she's missing an eye and her arm is broken. saul got a concussion and pyth asks if he healed her, he did not. she is confused. saulian nods towards a towering figure with its back to them. theyre cooking something on a fire within the ruin. pyth looks at saul and he shrugs. the figure finally stands and kneels by them, its ncz. checks on pyth, checks on saul, reminds saul not to sleep bc concussion. pyth falls back asleep

At this point add ncz (Nczek was Nchand’s early name) to the expedition roster.

Part 5 Pyre

ncz and continues to take care of pyth and saul until theyre well enough to leave. ncz helps bury what remains of her friends and katriah. pyth is very quiet and ncz and saul do most of the talking. ncz leads them to the entrance and sees them off. they make for falkreath

Launch ncz’s (Nchand) blog

it kinda switches to sauls pov because pyth is like. shell. he notes that hes moved her to his horse because she keeps falling asleep and hes worried she'll fall off the horse literally. he states that aside from the 4 days spent with ncz, they stayed in falkreath for 3. he notes that they really should have stayed with ncz longer because concussion and broken arm and missing eye but he wanted to get her to a town just incase they needed something food/potion ect. he states that he keeps an eye on her at night because of his own insomnia and that every night since first waking up at nczs shes had night terrors and he knows shes not taking this well. think oitnb piper post branding! eventually pyth picks up enough to ride on her own horse and talk some but shes still very distant. they go to her house only to find it in shambles like someone trashed the place. pyth steps into the back room/workshop and saul yanks her back just as a fire rune explodes. as a result the house catches fire bc wood.

saul tries to put it out but between trying to keep pyth from rushing in and trying to save stuff, he cant do much. he drags her out and holds her still as they watch her fuckin house burn down. as the moons rise they start on the road to whiterun.

Part 6 Untitled

Arrive in whiterun to somekind of bruhaha but saulian avoids it and goes straight to the temple of kynareth so pyth can get properly looked at. Scene ends with saulian leaving the priestess to do her work while he goes to figure out what was going on.

Scene picks up when pyth wakes up and she asks saulian what happened. She passed out on the horse on the way there and saulian brought her to the temple and a pristess set her arm in a splint and it wasn’t actually that bad and that regarding the situation, she should be okay but she cant use it. “Oh. thank you.” saulian asks if her brother works in whiterun she says yes, in the drunken huntsman. He asks if he also left valenwood under the same circumstances as she did she says yes. Saulian sighs and takes her hands. He’s dead. Pythia stares at him, clearly not believing him. He elaborates. Apparently he was seen walking with a hooded stranger last night and they found him along the wall. Murdered right in the city. Pythia breaks down sobbing and the scene ends.

A few days pass (2-3) and pythia has lost everything, essentially. Her eye, the use of her right arm, her friends, her brother, her home and now her life’s work. All she has left is the gold she had on her (roughly 200 septims) and saulian. At this point in time the vigilants are still around and saulian hasn’t found or refurbished the temple. Saulian says that he needs to go back to the hall of the vigilants, he’s been gone way longer than he should have and hes sorry. He says that if she needs him or needs help to go there. Pythia nods and says okay. Saulian leaves and now shes alone.

Jump cut to pythia burying aralas under the ashes of her home. Cue more crying.

Jump cut again to pyth making camp in the hills of the reach outside of rorikstead.

Part 7 Atlas

This is the chapter about regret! I.e. pythia bearing the weight of the situation. Its mostly inner monologue

Actually it’s more of a sped up version of the stages of grief. She gets angry at herself for bringing them, at saulian for leaving her alone, and finally at fuckin andoryan. That cunt. She sits in silence by the fire brooding before realizing that the Dark Brotherhood is a thing that exists. Sure, she’s got a little less than 200 septims to her name and andoryan could be literally anywhere by this point but she’s going to have to try. That is, after her arm heals and she sees about getting a faux eye. Can’t wear gauze forever. She gets up to set some traps and heads to bed.

Here would be where the plotline would be opened up to interactions within the current timeframe. Would be open to muses that travel/hunt, or live in rorikstead/the reach.

Part 8 Two Graves

After 2-4 in timeline interaction have a call for someone in the brotherhood and plot with them

Points to remember, pythia is poor like. less than 200 gold. Pythia’s arm has healed and she no longer has a splint (recovery time is lower bc healing potions and magic) this dude could be ANYWHERE and is affiliated with the thalmor.

Fuck this im tired

#pythia #stories

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