#once again this got loooooong lol

[blackjackkent]

Now that we're out of Moonrise, we can bring Minthara into the party, and she has a LOT of camp chat for Rakha to catch up on. Moving this into its own post from the other camp stuff, because there's a lot of it.

Annoyingly, we can't have the usual Durge onboarding conversation that we've had with the other companions, about Rakha's murder urges and bloodlust and memory loss. She also has a dialogue node labeled, "I need to talk to you about a private matter," but when I select that item, there's no dialogue options in it, which is weird.

We do, however, have the option to ask her about her opinions regarding the other companions, which is always fun.

"I'm curious to hear your thoughts about our companions."

"A disparate collection of vagabonds and strays. Did you have anyone particular in mind?"

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"I'm curious to hear what you think of Shadowheart."

"She is tolerable, but her faith in the Lady of Loss is poisonous."

"What do you have against Shar?"

"The Nightsinger has some admirable qualities - far more than her insipid sister - but her followers are repressed. Take the child, Shadowheart. She does not even know who she is, but still manages to pity herself. The very concept of Sharran worship is self-indulgent. They would have you think every whispered word and hidden thought is of value, but it is not so. I have performed a thousand interrogations, squeezing out the most-guarded secrets held in heart, mind, and soul. I can tell you this - when the trivial parts have been whittled away, and I have sifted through what remains, in most cases a person amounts to nothing at all."

This is a rather novel angle on philosophy for Rakha - but it echoes her own lack of interest in the religions that her companions are so invested in.

Somewhere in her past, she too has tortured people - she's had flashes of memory of it. Nothing concrete - but enough to know that her own experience was about pain and death, not about digging out information.

She wonders a little about the interrogations Minthara describes. What would that look like? Would Minthara, perhaps, be able to wrestle out the secrets hidden in Rakha's head that she herself cannot access?

Or would she, too, amount to nothing at all in the end?

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"What do you make of Astarion?"

"He's been deprived of freedom and strong blood for so long that he is addicted to both. While those addictions have their hold on him, he is still a slave."

"He'll be a slave to his blood-thirst as long as he lives."

"And while you live, you'll be enslaved to *your* appetites and hungers. We all feed on something, and if we are deprived of it, we will fight for it. But Astarion is not only bound to his needs and desires, he is still bound to something more powerful - his Master. He will only be free when Cazador is dead, and that is as it should be. When the time comes, we must hope that he does not only take Cazador's long life, but the power that has sustained him as well."

Fascinating.

The line about "appetites and hungers" obviously hits different for Rakha as a Durge, although Rakha has already long since equated her struggles with the Urge to Astarion's bloodlust.

More than anything specific about what Minthara is saying, I think Rakha is kind of just fascinated listening to her talk. In a way she is as blunt and direct as Rakha herself is, but still manages to project an eloquence and a sense of her words being informed by long experience in a way that Rakha simply isn't capable of.

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"How do you and Lae'zel get along?"

"I have encountered few githyanki in my life. Those that I did were raiders - they croaked out please for mercy in their alien tongue as they died. Meeting Lae'zel makes me wish I knew more of their culture."

"Why not ask Lae'zel to educate you?"

"I did. She told me she has nothing to teach that cannot be learned through observation of her prowess in combat. Perhaps she is right - she certainly cuts a striking figure in battle. There is a precision to her ferocity that I admire."

"It seems a rather brutal culture."

"To one who only sees the surface of things, perhaps. You should look deeper. In spite of her youth, there is a patience and precision in Lae'zel's thoughts and actions that I admire. Those qualities will strengthen as she matures."

I do like this quite a lot in the context of the drabble I wrote about Lae'zel and Minthara's initial meeting in Rakha's worldstate.

Minthara definitely sees a lot that she respects in Lae'zel and also sees that she is terribly young but has potential to be much more than she is currently. Clearly she sees right through Lae'zel's attempts at bluster. In this case, Lae'zel refusing to teach her directly was absolutely another bit of trying to puff up and look big.

Continuing to be fascinated by how Minthara really feels like a refined and sharpened and experienced version of Rakha's own thought processes. I feel like Minthara is in many ways a vision of what Rakha might have been like with a more solid amount of perspective and education to draw on.

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"Have you spent much time with Gale?"

"The wizard? No."

"Don't you like wizards?"

"Don't sulk. I admire your mastery of the Weave, but I have known many wizards. In my experience, they do not usually live long enough to make the effort of befriending them worthwhile. Either the enemy recognizes they are a threat, and kills them swiftly, or their curiosity leads them to combust while experimenting with the limits of magic." [Here she pauses and squints sardonically at Rakha for a moment] "Present company excluded, of course. I am sure you will live to a *ripe* old age. Gale, however, is already in a state of suspended combustion thanks to that orb between his ribs." [a humorless laugh] "I suspect it is only a matter of time before he goes up in smoke. I will reserve my social graces for those who might live long enough to appreciate them."

LOL. OK, it's official. I love Minthara.

I briefly thought this was sorcerer-specific dialogue but then I remembered Rakha has a couple levels in wizard; luckily it works regardless, because Rakha was definitely about to get sulky about he implications. I think she's gathered that the nuances of distinction between wizards and sorcerers tend to be lost on most people.

Minthara was absolutely being WILDLY sarcastic about Rakha living to a ripe old age. She's only seen Rakha in combat once so far, but she already knows her new traveling companion has a tendency for, to put it mildly, recklessness.

Historically, Rakha tends to be a little sour towards people who are mean to her companions. However, Minthara now is a companion as well, which in Rakha's eyes gives her a little more room to speak her mind. And, deep down, Rakha has to admit she has a point; after all, Gale himself insists that he has no choice but to let the orb do its work in the end.

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"You and Karlach seem to be friendly."

"I have never known anyone so ferocious and unassailable in battle, and yet so fragile and impermanent in their very being. I often think of mortality as a curse. In time, all that I am and all that I have known and learned will be lost. In time, our cities will be dust. Karlach does not seem to have such anxieties. Perhaps because she cannot afford to. She exists in the moment, and she will burn out and be gone in a moment. There is something very beautiful about that."

<3 Everyone loves Karlach.

Rakha didn't have any further comments to make about this one. I think she's just kind of listening quietly. This conversation has already been enough to show me that Minthara just utterly fascinates her. Everything she says feels like something Rakha might have thought but would never have been able to find the words for - a blunt and pragmatic view of the world touched a deeper understanding and near-poetry. Her words are informed by history and memory, where Rakha has none.

She wishes she could speak like this to Wyll.

Speaking of which...

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"Any thoughts on Wyll?"

"He is exceedingly self-righteous. Amusing, considering he bound himself to a devil."

"Wyll is a good man."

"I will take your word for it. I only care that he is a good soldier, and he has not disappointed me on that front."

Hah. This absolutely reads to me as Minthara getting herself revved up to roast Wyll like nobody's business, and then belatedly remembering Rakha's obvious feelings for him and just deciding to keep her mouth shut. XD

I don't think, at this point, Minthara could talk Rakha out of caring for Wyll; he's had too much of a formative impact on her worldview. But it would have made her uncomfortable, certainly, to listen to Minthara talk derisively about him.

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There are a few other quick dialogue options outside the companion discussion; most of them are things we already know. Ketheric is invulnerable, which she witnessed in person in battle, and while her oath of vengeance on Lolth's behalf is now broken, she has a new one - revenge against the Absolute and all those who follow it.

But one bit was particularly interesting to me as part of Rakha's story:

"Do you remember all that you did in the Absolute's name?"

"I was the Absolute's dagger. I remember every throat that it held me to, and every drop of blood it forced me to spill. I take no responsibility for the lives I took. I did nothing in the Absolute's name - I was merely a weapon that it wielded."

This is the first jarring note in the conversation, really. Rakha, too, has felt at times like her body is merely a weapon for the beast in her head... but she is all too conscious, especially lately, of her own feelings of guilt at what she has been made to do. "I've lost control of myself before," she mutters harshly. "I hate it."

Surprisingly enough, Minthara's expression softens slightly. "You have my sympathy. The tadpole... the Absolute... they work together like a drug. I did not feel I was compelled to act against my will. I felt ecstatic to serve. Every action seemed a deliberate choice - the best choice - even though I could no more have resisted its commands than flesh can resist decay."

"Even rational minds like ours cannot reject such a powerful influence. The Absolute can make the impossible seem inevitable."

Rakha remembers the moments where the beast has won. It is not exactly like what Minthara describes - more like watching her body puppeted from a distance while she is torn out of her own control. But it is still close enough that it makes her shudder.

Then again... with Rakha's help, Minthara has found a way free of the compulsions that the Absolute drove through her. Perhaps, with Minthara's help, Rakha may yet find a way free as well.

[rinstaro]

attitude

a/n: this is an ask for twilight that i accidentally deleted lol. this one’s gonna be loooooong. i feel really sick today so sorry if it’s really bad 🫠 not proofread because im ashamed of what ive done

cw: overstim <33, clit slapping, twilight being mean cause you pissed him off, you shouldn’t have bitched at him!! he says mean things in the sweetest tone, he still loves you very much, crying, biting, squirting, he cums in you hnnnnn, reader has a vagina and no pronouns

minors do not interact.

twilight was at his wits end. he’d come home to a clean house, a lovely dinner, and yet you were no where to be found. when he ventured into your shared bedroom, you were perched on the bed with your nose in a book. twilight got the feeling you weren’t reading, though.

you glanced at him quickly before letting out a small huff. what was that all about, he wondered. “i’m home, doll,” he smiled, reaching a finger out to push your book down. instead you snatched it away from him, causing him to jump back.

“did you eat?” you asked, still not looking at him. he frowned at your strange behavior. he decided to ignore it, maybe you were just really into that book?

“it was amazing, doll. i cleaned up the dishes for you.”

“hm. thanks,” you mumbled, finally setting your book down. twilight thought you were finally giving him some attention, only to watch you climb off the bed and walk towards the door. “i’m gonna fold the laundry.”

“oh, i did that too.” you grit your teeth. of course he did. he was just doing everything but you, huh?

the reason you were upset at him may have been silly, but you couldn’t help it. when you woke up this morning, there was an ache between your legs. you tried to ignore it, but how could you when your lover was right next to you? it was rare that you woke up before him, so you thought you’d use it to your advantage.

you turned over, wrapping your arms around his waist the same way his were currently wrapped around yours. you leaned up a bit, placing soft kisses on his neck at which he stirred slightly. you pressed your almost naked form closer to him, innocent kisses turning into little love bites. soon enough your lover was awake. “mmm, mornin’.”

“g’morning, baby. sleep well?”

“mhm. always do when you’re next ‘ta me. c’mere,” he mumbled, laying on his back and pulling you into his lap. perfect, you thought.

you ran your hands down his chest, your gaze heated. twilight had closed his eyes again, relishing in the feeling of your body heat. you leaned down, lips hovering over his when—

“are ya comin’ with me today?”

“…huh?”

“you said you wanted to come watch me work, right?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at your confused face. you almost couldn’t believe what you were hearing. here you were in all your glory, horny, barely any clothes on, and he was thinking about work?

you pouted, climbing off of him and laying back down, back towards him. “i’m still sleepy. maybe tomorrow,” you mumbled. twilight thought nothing of it, assuming your attitude was due to you being ‘sleepy’.

“alright, darlin, i’ll see you soon.” without a second thought, twilight rose, planting a kiss on your forehead before going to get ready for the day.

yes, you were pissed off because you didn’t get to fuck your husband in the early morning. damn him for being so hardworking.

now you were standing in the door frame looking silly, still scantily clad with a scowl on your face. “thank you,” you hissed. you had no choice but to walk back to the bed, sitting next to him and picking back up your book. twilight frowned. this was getting frustrating.

“whatsa matter, darlin’? you okay?” he asked directly, prying the book out of your hands. you looked appalled at the fact that he dared take it away from you. “i’m fine—“

“no you’re not. tell me. now.”

“excuse me? why do i have to?” you growled, “whatever. go play with your stupid goats.” with that, you stood once more, marching towards the door. before you could even reach for the handle, your lover’s hand was around your neck, chest pressed to your back.

a growl rumbled in his chest, making you freeze on the spot. you could tell that he was trying to calm his breathing, the grip on your neck pinning you in place. “mind sayin’ that again?”you choked back a whimper, slightly shaking your head no. “i d-didnt mean—“

“you didn’t, huh? so why you been so mean since i got here?” he could feel you swallow. when you didn’t respond, twilight took a moment to sniff the air.

right, just like he thought. surely you wouldn’t talk to him like that for no reason. “how ‘bout you go sit your pretty self back on the bed? i’ll make sure that attitude’s dealt with.”

and that’s how you were tied up by your wrists and stripped bare in the span of 15 minutes.

there were bite marks littering your entire body, coloring your skin in different shades of reds, purples and blues. you trembled, tears decorating your lash line already while your lover sat in front of you and spanked your clit.

“can’t even go one day without me touchin’ this cunt? that’s a lil’ pathetic even for you, doll,” twilight hummed, landing another slap on your clit. you cried out, legs twitching in an effort to close. too bad twilight was absolutely fucking massive. “got me a runner, huh? you know that’s not gonna work, darlin’.”

your pussy was sobbing, a damp spot already formed on the sheets. your clit was so sensitive from his spankings and you didn’t think you could take anymore.

“i-i’m sorry, please let me go! i won’t do it anymore!”

“hm? i’m just givin’ ya what you wanted,” he smirked, thumbing at your over sensitive clit. you gasped, legs trying to close again. he never understood why you kept trying to stop him, you craved his touch. how could he deny you what you had been asking for?

“y’know what? i think you even deserve a reward for waiting for so long,” twilight said while lowering himself and pushing your thighs back, not even giving you a moment to brace yourself as his tongue attacked your swollen bud.

you let out a slutty moan, rolling your hips into his mouth. “ahhn, link!–” finally he was giving you what you wanted and more. you couldn’t help but yell his name, eyes rolling back in pure bliss.

even though he was upset with you, twilight only ever wanted to please you. his dick twitched in his pants at every gasp you let out. more, he needed to hear you more. he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking at your gushing cunt. the tears finally started falling as you came abruptly, overwhelmed by his ministrations and your own sensitivity.

you twisted and turned in your restraints when he didn’t stop, drinking your cum like he hasn’t had water in days. “f-fuuuuck! quit it, let go let go!” you cried. he didn’t listen, not even for a second. instead, he dove his tongue even further into your cunt, viciously tongue fucking you towards your second orgasm. your legs shook in his grasp.

“please please i’m sorry! n-no, no more! too much!” twilight laughed into your cunt at your cries. where’d his tough little darling go? you had only cum once and he was far from done with you.

he kept tongue fucking you until he could feel you cum again, creaming all over his face. he sucked your poor pussy til there was nothing left, pulling away from your clit with a ‘pop’. you continued to shake, eyes squeezed shut. twilight ran his hands up and down your body, massaging the tense muscles. he didn’t need you cramping, he still hadn’t fucked you full of cum.

he gave you a minute before he spoke. “you said you’re sorry?” “mhm,” you whimpered in response. he smiled softly, grabbing your chin and kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue. “how you gonna make it up to me? you thought i’d let ya off that easy, brat?” you flinched at his words. his tone was sinister, holding promises that tonight would not end well for you.

“y’know, i was thinkin’ ‘bout you all day. your pretty face never leaves my mind,” he spoke quietly. “neither does that pretty cunt. thought about how my sweet darling feels so good when i fuck them. after all, don’t i deserve something for dealin’ with that nasty attitude of yours?”

as mean as he sounded, he was testing you. seeing if you wanted to stop. after all of that? fuck no. you needed him to batter your pussy til it was sore. you whimpered once more as you nodded, which made your lover laugh.

“there’s my good doll. just needed me to take care of you, right? then you’ll stop all that bitchin’?”

he finally stripped himself of his clothing, making you drool at the sight of him. you squirmed once more, whining at him. “liiiiiiink!” his dick throbbed painfully at the sound of his name coming from you. “please lemme go, i wanna hold you too.”

you’re so damn cute. how could he say no to such a precious request? he was gonna destroy you.

twilight untied the rope binding your wrists, sighing dreamily when your arms wrapped around his neck. maybe he should let you get this needy more often.

“you ready, darlin’?”

“y-yes, please give it to me,” you whispered, looking him right in the eyes. he could’ve came right then and there.

slowly, he pushed his cock into you, the stretch making you hiss. it felt like he was splitting you open every time and you adored it. a broken moan left your throat, toes curling so hard it hurt. twilight was no better off, shuddering when his hips met yours.

“oh my— fuck, move!” you yelped. he started at an easy pace, letting you get used to his size. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the pleasure sending you into a frenzy. hell, twilight could even feel you trying to fuck him back, your hips chasing his whenever he pulled back.

“that’s it, fuck, let me feel you,” he growled, gradually increasing his pace. your cunt was so wet, clenching around him so hard, he felt like he was in heaven.

“my p-precious darlin’ was just waitin’ for me, huh? needed me to bury my cock in ya? ‘s that all?”

“yes! yesyesyes, please! i love you so much, please!”

twilights pace stuttered, a choked groan tumbling out of his mouth. “i love you, too. gonna make me cum.” you were about to cum yourself, thighs shaking violently. you pulled him into a searing kiss that sent both of you over the edge. you were cumming so hard you couldn’t breathe, cunt squirting all over your husband and yourself. he moaned loudly, thrusts slowing but never stopping as he fucked his cum into you.

you started growing sensitive once more, begging him to stop, to take a break. but he couldn’t, not when you missed him so much and your pussy fucked him so good. twilight suddenly started fucking you at an animalistic pace, his grip on your hips bruising. you were screaming, certain that the entire village could hear you. your poor neighbors.

“fuckfuck, can’t stop, so fuckin’ good, need more,” he moaned out, throwing your legs over his shoulders. your back arched almost painfully. he was so deep you could only feel him. everything felt so good, too good, and you weren’t sure if you could handle any more.

“link, it’s too good! c-can’t take it! can’t— oh my— hahhhh!” your fucked out babbling was cut short as you came again, squirting all over the two of you once more. you felt so good, you were sobbing. twilight chuckled darkly.

“there ya go, jus’ like that. give me all of it til there’s nothin’ left, you hear me?”

[sonicasura]

Your telling me? In some ways, both Jugo and Keiji are frustrated to high heavens about this all. Nevermind the media shitstorm it can turn out be as you've mention. But in some parts they are also strangely happy as well, as this givens them the final push needed to get their own acts together and make sure Isao actually gets better.

Both are also oddly pleased with how Kafka handle it all as well. The himbo earn some solid respect with the two. Especially when the man works hard to make sure that both Shinomiya's gets the chance to make things better again.

But over to other matters. Yeah Reno ain't a happy kid that is for sure. He as well goes to therapy as the boy needs it. So Kafka gets along well with the folks that works at the place both Reno and Kikoru goes for their sessions.

Though Reno wasn't quite sure what to think of Kikoru when she became part of the their little family. He most certainly did not excpet to become a big brother at the age of 11. Especially to a bratty 9 year old girl who has too much ego for her own good.

Those two got along as oil and water does. Kafka was in for an adventure to get those two to stop fighting each other as soon as they caught sight of the other.

As for the himbo himself? Never in his life would he have expected to become a foster dad to two very traumatized but special kids at the age of 25. Its a good thing that with all the extra money he now has, and a good raise from his boss given that they want him to stay at Monster Sweeper given his one of the their best workers, he has the means to move to a bigger apartment that has far more room for the family of three.

They really need it. And even though Reno and Kikoru ends up with rooms of their own, they would still be found nestled into Kafka whenever a nightmare comes along to ruin the kids sleep. Or the kids don't want to be alone during the night.

Kafka is one very confused but determined kaiju man. Both parts of him are telling him to do his very best because right now he is the only person these two have. And he can't with his kind hearth not give it his best for their sake.

Its a good thing as well that Tabiki and Hina is more than happy to help as well. Tabiki would prove to be a good grandfather figure for the kids. With Hina even becoming second mom of sort for Kikoru whos in badly need of some motherly affection.

He's friends at the Monster Sweepers are also helping which is good as sometimes, especially after a kaiju attack destoryed the schools that the kids went to, he had to bring them along to his workplace.

And then there was one Mina Ashrio who needed a long, and I mean loooooong talk with our himbo once she found out about all this. That talk was one of the most painful the childhood friends ever had up to date.

And by the biggest miracle of it all, Kafka somehow manage to hide his kaiju side up until the main events, where not only Reno but Kikoru and Mina gets to see Tiny forcefully making Kafka swallow and tranform our himbo into the famous No 8.

Kafka would bring the Monster Sweepers in for extra help. The amount of trust and friendship between them is very obvious. It definitely took time for the two kids to warm up to each other but they did much to Kafka's sanity.

His kaiju instincts probably flared up from time to time as he looked after the duo. It would've been worse if Tiny came earlier into the picture. Yeah Kafka definitely has a lot to explain to Mina. Two kids with one being the Director's daughter?!

Nothing like a kaiju going down your loved ones' throat to ruin a moment. At least Kafka's form is human sized and not much bigger, lol. (I'm not so nice in the size department.)

[antvnger]

This is kind of an odd ask but I read before that you think after you die, you either go to heaven or hell. It got me thinking of myself as a child a loooooong time ago.

I remember being so scared that I was going to end up "down there" (hell, but innocent 8-year-old-me wasn't using that word lol). I swear, I was so scared of ending up in hell. I'm not even religious (wasn't back then either), so I have no idea why I was so scared of that. I know it's illogical and sounds odd.

Anyway, this whole rant is to ask: Have you ever felt scared of that? At any point in your life. Did you (or maybe even now?) have a genuine fear of ending up in hell? Really curious on how you feel about this.

((Hi Anon. Ant-Mun is going to take this one if that’s okay.

((So yes, to answer your question, yes, I remember being young and being afraid of the idea of going to Hell. I grew up in church, and I’ve been taught about God and Heaven and Hell, and I remember the things I learned about Hell scaring me. And I remember being completely petrified of ending up there forever. I mean, who wouldn’t be scared? Especially as a kid.

((But growing up in church, I’ve also been taught about the hope God offers regarding that, the hope of not going to Hell, and that’s through grace. God’s grace. I realize many don’t believe in God, and since you’re not religious, I don’t know your opinions about Him, but I definitely believe in Him. And I’ve been taught if you ask God to save you and forgive you of your sins, He will do just that and you don’t have to fear Hell anymore. You will never end up there if you’re saved by God’s grace. That’s what I believe. And I believe God had done just that for me and can do the same for literally anyone.

((So I once was afraid of Hell, but I’m not anymore. And I never have to fear it again. If this wasn’t the kind of answer you were looking for, I’m sorry. But it’s the best one I got.))

[tayloralison]

Period/Toronto anon again lol: yessss omg I loved all the visuals on the screen and the transitions, still can’t believe she is able to switch outfits in MINUTES lmao it takes me 12 years to get dressed on a good day! Also what was ur experience like downtown? I got there around 4pm ish and there was a long line on Front Street for one of the Zones, but I did see it moving quickly once doors opened. I went in through Gate 14 by 5pm when my friends got there, and we just walked in! They did not even check our bags and they scanned all the tickets on my friend’s phone, so that was good! I took the subway home after, and while there was a mass of people walking to Union Station, the subway I hoped on was very calm and empty. However, car traffic looked really jammed and bad along Front Street after the show!! Overall, I had a better experience downtown than I was expecting but I would love to hear about yours! 💜

truly like I was tired just STANDING for that long, I can't imagine how she's running around but it's probably the adrenaline. and the switch between sets is so quick like it's so smooth !!

we got to toronto pretty early like around 3 and walked around and had lunch. but we went through gate 15 just before 5 pm (I checked the timestamp of a video I took) and it was BUSY like we waited for a good amount of time. and they didn't check our bags either 🫣 but the lines for merch was loooooong. it wasn't as bad going in, but going out was naturally busy as we also went into union station and our train was FULL but honestly people were overall nice all around, making sure groups aren't split in the crowd, good chats on the train,etc. didn't really get a chance to take a good photo of the friendship bracelet outside the stadium because our zone was on the other side but saw it on the way out so that was nice!

[igbylicious]

ack i feel you, posting things is scary! you’re sharing a piece of yourself; it’s vulnerable, it makes sense to be nervous, but it is never smth to be embarrassed abt!!! ♡ asdkjadskj i wish i had some sage advice on how to magically make it easier, but honestly i still feel like i’m trust-falling right into the void almost every time i post ^^;; hwaiting!!! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

(vampire ramblings under the cut again!)

haha with the way Seonghwa’s character is taking shape in my head, i’d say he’s actually the most likely to turn her! he’s the only one not obsessed w/ her human blood, and he enjoys collecting things that are pretty & interesting… and reader is very interesting indeed ( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)

but if San or Yunho turned her, i think it’d be out of petty spite or possessiveness; SO averse to the idea that others might feed from her, that they’d rather take the option off the table entirely ^^;; (or maybe a “if i can’t have her (blood), no one can” type of deal)

as for thoughts on her afterwards;

i think Yunho would have an easier time putting the whole thing behind him. he was not obsessed w/ her blood for very long before Seonghwa got involved, so she simply had less of an impact on him (and he on her.)

like, he wouldn’t feel good abt himself and how he acted! but Yunho can rationalise it better than San bc he just wasn’t in as deep for as long, which helps w/ processing. his thoughts might wander back to her from time to time, but mostly bc of San tbh

bc San…

San would struggle a LOT more w/ guilt

he does see humans as inferior to vampires, but he has no deep disdain for them. he enjoys humans! he’s indulgent towards them in a slightly condescending way lol. he likes playing w/ his food — and he likes it when they enjoy it too (.❛ ᴗ ❛.) (that’s a bit of his ego talking there lol)

anyway the point is; once San comes back to himself and fully realises how far he took things with her?

oof

yeah it’s a good thing vampires are immortal bc San will need more than a hot sec to unpack all of that ;;;; he doesn’t think lowly enough of humans to just be ‘whatever’ abt it!

(he would be too nervous to feed alone for a loooooong time, needing others of the coven to come w/ him and check that he doesn’t go out of control again ;;)

-> ok but this got more thoughts churning so brace yourself for more rambles;

there could actually be a story here if Hwa DID turn reader into a vampire

bc then she and San would have to grapple w/ co-existing in the same coven now, and since vampires live on such different timelines, she could easily spend the first 100 years fuming in angry bitterness before she’s even willing to stand in the same room as San

meanwhile, for San it would be harder to move on if she remains alive. if she dies (either killed by a vampire or an eventual natural death of old age/disease/etc), then her memory fades and that gives a chance for San’s thoughts like ‘i didn’t mean for any of this to happen, i wasn’t in control’ to replace those memories. when she’s alive, that keeps San’s guilt alive as well, a constant reminder of what happened

but as enough centuries pass, she is slowly forced to acknowledge that San literally had no control over himself through any of it. and that hurts! it hurts that she can’t fully blame him anymore!! her anger is an important coping mechanism!!! — but again, decades pass by, and perhaps it might tilt over into a strange, uneasy comfort that she wasn’t the only ‘victim’ through that ordeal

it def wouldn’t lead to a wholesome romance, but she and San could potentially develop an incredibly complicated dynamic of ‘we both went through the same thing in completely different ways, but both of us came out wounded by it’

they are, in a twisted way, bonded

(not romantic, not platonic, but a secret third, more messed up and potentially toxic thing)

would she ever forgive San? i don’t know. maybe if enough centuries pass by. would San ever fully forgive himself? who knows. maybe if she provides him w/ absolution

(…okay, i have now loaded up these rambles into a wip doc welp. no idea if anything will come of it, esp bc these are real complicated and loaded themes to write abt, but… ack. i’m kinda invested now asdkjadskj +_+ )

consumed [san x reader]

pairing: vampire ! San x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, angst, vampire au, darkfic

summary: After getting a taste of your blood, San dedicates himself entirely to you — whether you want him to or not.

wc: 5.6k

general warnings: non-con elements, pheromone-induced ‘consent’ but reader resists at first, blood drinking, reader’s blood literally drives San crazy, he is delusional and obsessed and thinks it’s love, abduction, mention of San killing a nameless stranger to feed on

smut warnings: somnophilia, praise kink, body worship, vaginal fingering / sex, creampie, spanking, cum feeding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, biting, scratching, petnames for reader (darling, sweet girl, angel, love)

a/n: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!! reader is afab & she/her pronouns are used

“You’re not supposed to keep them around this long, San.”

Yunho does not speak the words unkindly, though his disapproval is plain to hear.

“She’s different,” San says quietly, shaking his head. He doesn’t understand why Yunho can’t see that.

They’re standing in the wide, spacious living room of San’s penthouse; decorated in an elegant, bare minimalism that leaves no doubt over the many digits in his bank account’s credit balance. Yunho hangs back by the exit to the foyer, like he already knows he’ll outstay his welcome with this topic of conversation.

San is not looking at him, staring out the floor-length window with his forearm leaned against the glass, tinted with a special filter for his safety during daylight. But the sun has not risen yet, though the city is already bustling with activity in the early morning. From this height, San can barely make out the specks of people on the sidewalks and in their cars; their minute size reflecting their significance.

No one else in this city matters. Only you.

“She’s already growing immune, isn’t she?” Yunho remarks, annoyingly astute.

The corner of San’s lips twitches.

Yunho’s objections are irrelevant, he tells himself, deafening his ears to the truth in that question. He has to, if the alternative is to give you up. He can’t.

Ever since San found you, a chance meeting at a hotel bar, he has been enamoured by you. Your tinkling laugh, the sway of your hips, that wicked glint in your eyes when you realised his interest. You made him work for it, to persuade you up to his room, but not too hard. Just a little game, both of you pretending that you hadn’t decided to fuck yourself senseless on his cock from the moment you laid eyes on him.

Yes, he’d been taken with you from the start — but it wasn’t until the elevator ride up to his hotel room that San realised you were more than just a simple, if particularly delectable, meal.

There San had gotten a proper whiff of you, undiluted by the smells of food and drinks and other patrons.

You’d moaned when he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, nerves creeping into the edge of your voice. You had also finally realised that San was more than just a simple, if particularly delectable, one-night stand; some primal part of your brain warned you of danger.

It hadn’t mattered at that point. You mumbled something about having left your phone down at the bar, trying to untangle yourself from San’s grip — but all he had to do was grab your waist tighter, yanking you back against his body as he testingly lapped at your jugular. San’s hunger was growing, and you had been powerless against the instinctive push of pheromones dousing your susceptible human brain. From then on, you were a willing banquet for him to feast on.

(Still, San was generous. He still let you fuck yourself senseless on his cock.)

The longer he’d fed on you, the more he was dizzied by your scent; like he was breathing in oxygen for the first time in over six-hundred years. Your voice, sweet in your cries, pleading for him like he was the only lifeline still binding you to this mortal coil. Your taste… San never tasted anyone like you before.

Like you are his lifeline, your blood hot in his gut, saturating his veins with essential nutrition. Liquid sunlight, warming him from the inside. No one else tastes like this. No one else feels like this.

All of his plans were thrown out the window; to wipe the questionable details from your mind and abandon you before morning light. Instead he had taken you with him, given you a home, devoted himself to you with every fibre of his being.

His dedication never wavered, even when you began to resist the haze of his subjugation; when you no longer understood that everything San does, he does out of love for you.

But it’s not your fault — and San is not so fickle as to abandon you now. His loyalty is stronger than your blindness to it.

So how dare Yunho tell him it’s time to let you go?

“For fuck’s sake, at least turn her if you’re so attached to your little toy,” Yunho continues, and San’s face twitches at the blatant disrespect of you. A toy? “It’d be a kindness, and not only to her. Sannie, I’m worried about you.”

“It’s time for you to go home, Yunho. The sun is about to rise,” San says coolly, not even taking his eyes off the city skyline to see his oldest friend off.

Yunho lets out a frustrated sigh, but concedes to San’s stubbornness — for now. “This isn’t the last we’ve spoken of this,” he warns, and with that, Yunho turns away and leaves. He does not take San’s bad mood with him though; he leaves that behind to fester in San’s cold, deficient blood like a rot.

San stands alone in his luxurious penthouse, resisting a sharp urge to put his fist through the filtered glass of his window. He settles for digging his nails into his palms, a low growl escaping past his gritted teeth.

He needs you. Now more than ever.

The thought is all-consuming, hunger blazing through him. But right now, his devotion is tainted by rage, and he cannot risk to have you touched by it. San did that once, mercilessly rough as he took you; not even to feed, just to know you are his. He still has not forgiven himself for it. He never will.

But Yunho’s incessant meddling is not the only thing that has soured San’s mood — and it only makes his need worse.

San knows he has to be mindful of your health, allowing you time to recover between feedings. And so he hunted fresh prey, just a few days ago. It had been a brutish affair, sloppy and violent. San had almost gagged on the young man’s blood, a vile and repugnant liquor compared to yours, and left a scene of savage destruction behind.

(Hongjoong had arranged a clean-up afterwards, for which he’d heatedly told San off. Come to think of it, Hongjoong probably sent Yunho today too. He needs to stop fucking coddling San just because he is a few centuries younger. San could’ve handled it himself.)

Days later, the taste of inferior blood still lingers on San’s tongue, streams through his veins, and his craving for you becomes too powerful to withstand. He yearns for a sustenance and a comfort only you can provide; his previous feeding has proved as much.

No, San cannot go back to an existence without you.

Restlessly he paces across his home, through the spacious living room past the gallery and the master bedroom, all the way to a wide terrace that looks over the bay. Sometimes he takes you there, at night when the stars are bright, but the sun is already out. San ignores the terrace, heading to a relatively modest bedroom tucked into the corner of the penthouse.

A small, delicate silver key hangs on an equally delicate silver chain around his neck, resting on his chest. He takes off the necklace and uses the key to unlock the door to your room.

With his hand resting on the doorknob, San takes a deep, grounding breath. Already he can smell you through the white-painted wood, and just a faint whiff is enough to blunt the edges of his frustrations, while sharpening his hunger.

He opens the door.

Inside, he finds you laying motionless on a large mahogany bed underneath a wide, open skylight. Your nude body is sprawled over the velvet sheets, bathed in the warmth of the morning sun. At peace in your sleep. There is a golden cuff fastened around your ankle, with a long narrow chain to the wall; sometimes your confused mind beckons you to flee, to make some misguided escape attempt, but the chain protects you from making such mistakes.

San closes the door behind him as quietly as he can, careful not to wake you. Reverently, he watches your sleeping form, drinking in the sight of your steady breathing, how your skin glows in the unfiltered sunlight. Light that is deadly to him, but nurturing to you.

His eyes find the three scabbed-over bite marks on your naked body; on your neck, your inner thigh, and your wrist. San is partial to your thigh, mingling the sweet flavours of arousal and blood as he feeds, but every single one of them sings to him right now — angelic temptation.

Still, he resists a moment longer. He likes watching you sleep; the slow rhythm of your chest as you draw breath, your steady heartbeat thumping through peaceful dreams. He hates watching you sleep; to see you in a state of blissful serenity that only the oblivion of unconsciousness brings. He tries to give you that same peace in the waking world, tries so hard, but you struggle against it more and more.

He yearns to touch you, to remind you of true bliss, but even a mere step forward would make him burn in the sun’s light.

Some days he wants to. Wants to burn for you. Perhaps if you saw the true depths of his devotion, you would finally stop forgetting.

“She’s already growing immune, isn’t she?”

Yunho’s words echo through him, mockingly. Now that Yunho is gone, San can begrudgingly admit their truth. Your body is instinctively building a harmful resistance to his pheromones, like a dangerous bacterial strain resisting antibiotics. All San wants to do is cure your hurts, but your own physiology is cruelly sabotaging your happiness.

San’s fingers itch as he gets antsy. He’ll fix it. He’ll fix you. He will find a way.

He flicks a switch on the wall and the solar blinds go down. You stir at the faint whirring noise, whimper instinctively when shade encroaches on your naked body. You do not wake. Not yet.

Soon the room is engulfed in darkness, but San sees you clearly. Still, for your sake he lights a few candles, bathing the room in a different warm glow. Then he slowly shucks his clothes, dark eyes pinned on your slumbering figure.

The mattress dips as San joins you, the sheets still warmed by the sun. It makes San’s skin itch, but all discomfort fades when he turns you onto your side and curls up behind you, finding refuge in your body heat. San groans as you envelop his senses, and he noses at the bite mark on your neck.

You belong to him. It’s time to remind you of that.

Peaceful dreams still have you in their clutches, so you do nothing except sigh softly when San runs his palm over your plush thigh, then hooks your leg over his to open you up for him. A sigh becomes a moan when his fingers part your lower lips; sleep renders you almost as pliant as San’s subjugation does — even if it does not taste as sweet.

By now, San has mapped out your body’s every pleasure-point through his thorough explorations. Knows exactly how to press down against your clit to have your muscles twitching under his insistent touch. He hums in satisfaction at how easily his devoted fingers coax forth the slick between your thighs. It gives him hope.

San’s breath picks up at your heightened arousal, his otherwise useless blood rushing down to his cock. How wonderful would it be, if you are already brought under his spell once you awaken? He groans at the thought, muffling his sounds with an open-mouthed kiss against your neck. You squirm against him; your body is starting to wake, even if your mind is not quite there yet.

He suckles at the precious scab on your neck, canines elongating as he grinds against your backside. His razor-sharp teeth scrape against the scar that he has reopened over and over again — but San hisses, somehow finding the strength to pull back.

He mustn’t feed on you, not yet. Only when you want him to.

Two of his thick fingers have moved down, now buried knuckle-deep into your sopping heat. The faint squelch of it threatens to drive San mad just as much as your scent does, his every sense overwhelmed by the existence of you. He whines, barely able to keep himself from rutting into you when your hips jerk involuntarily against his fingers.

San knows immediately when you wake.

He senses the jolt in your heartbeat, hears the sharp catch of breath, feels how you stiffen in his arms. A muted shock rushes through your body as your mind tries to process what is happening to it.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” San shushes immediately, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. “It’s just me. You’re safe with me.”

But San’s dreams that you would awaken safely under his influence are shattered when you let out a pained whimper. You weakly shake your head, trembling as awareness of your current situation swiftly dawns on you. Feeble hands push at his arms.

“No,” you croak out, voice hoarse from sleep. “Hm, n-no— hmm, hmgh—“

You gasp as San’s fingers return to your clit, rubbing slow circles intended to soothe. “Yes,” he purrs. “Just let it happen, my love.”

He grunts as your nails claw at his wrist, some strength flowing back into your body as your consciousness comes back to you. Your other hand reaches to push at his face — but San’s sharp teeth nip at your fingers in warning when you almost scratch at his eyes, and you flinch away to yank at his hair instead.

Irritation and heartache pang through San’s chest at your incomprehension, and he helplessly listens to your babbled, futile protests. Soon. It will all be better soon.

“Please, stop—”

You break on the word with a wretched sob, a tear escaping your lashes. San’s heart wrenches at the sight. He does not like to see you cry, not when it’s like this. “No no no, darling,” he murmurs gently, the glide of his fingers easy through your sodden folds. “It’s okay, it will be okay… Don’t cry, you feel good — aren’t I making you feel good?”

You merely sob again, twisting against his hold, but San has you pulled too tightly against his chest. He feels your body tense, smells the unwanted pleasure buzzing through your veins. You gnaw at your bottom lip to bite down the moans rising from your lungs, but San will not allow you to fight it. He leans over your shoulders, licking into your mouth until your jaw slackens and your moans spill free. (You dare not bite his tongue. That’s a lesson you did not forget.)

“That’s it, that’s my sweet girl,” San praises. “Let me hear you.”

Your protests have died down to nothing but hitched breaths and hiccups, unable to back away from the inevitable precipice that San pushes you towards. All your instincts contradict one another, wanting to escape, wanting to chase this bright, fiery thread of pleasure until you are unravelled into nothing but pure rapture.

You choke back a throttled cry, grinding back against San’s cock. He whines at the friction, but stays focused on you; you come first. You always do. It won’t be much longer now.

He can tell by the way your thighs tremble, how your legs try to lock around his fingers. Your scent is overwhelming now; dizzying San’s mind with no thoughts of anything but to shatter your existence into bite-sized pieces. Still you try to resist, but San overwhelms you in turn, mouthing at your neck and working your puffy clit. The pitch of your moans rise, chest heaving with shuddering gasps, until you seize up with a strangled sob. Fresh slick gushes onto his fingers and San does not stop, thrusting three glistening fingers inside you to fuck you through your unwilling release.

“Please, please stop,” you sob, mewling with every aftershock that jolts through you. You beg him endlessly, convulsing in his arms — but then your scent changes, and the nature of your pleas shifts into something else entirely. “S-Sannie… please…”

The fear and nausea in your scent make way for your natural sweetness, embracing San in warm welcome as you finally call his name. He whimpers in relief.

You’re here. You’ve come back to him.

“What is it, darling?” he hums, nosing at your cheek. “Tell me, what do you need?”

“San, please, n-need…” You grasp at his wrist again, keeping him firmly in place as you falter for words. Your brain is in a haze. What do you need? Why can’t you think? One moment, everything was all wrong, panic searing through your aching nerves, and now… now…

San.

You need San.

You turn your head to look at him with tearful eyes, and smile dazedly at the fondness in his gaze, filled with heated affection. The flickering candles cast a halo of light around his face, shadows dancing over his high cheekbones and chiselled jaw.

“You… Need you closer,” you whine, aching as he smiles at you with crinkled eyes and a faint dimple. “Inside, p-please, want you inside me, San…”

The desperate yet demure request pleases him, a low noise of approval rumbling in his chest. He presses a tender kiss on your cheek, then takes out his fingers and pulls away from you.

You let out a pained moan at San’s sudden absence; to be without him hurts, the mere thought bringing about an excruciating burn inside your head. There is a strange pressure inside your skull, like a deeply buried thought tries to claw to the surface. But the pain is replaced by equal heights of bliss when San gathers you into his arms again, wrapping around you like a protective blanket.

He only moved to sit up against the headboard, now guiding you into his lap. You come willingly, eagerly, sighing in relief as his hands run over your feverish skin.

“There you go, my angel,” San rasps, restlessly grabbing at your waist to rock you into his hard cock. “So sweet, so good to me. Come, take what you want. I’m all yours, love.”

You whine at his offer and San’s lips spread into a slow, satisfied smile at your neediness. This is how it is supposed to be.

His eyes are drawn downward to your hands, and he grunts as you stroke him slowly, as though testing the warmth and thickness of him in your palm. Already he is leaking from the tip, a primal frenzy nudging at the back of his skull. Hunger.

Thankfully, you don’t make him wait long before you lift your hips and finally sink down on him. San throws back his head with a low growl, the pulsing wet heat of your cunt threatening to tear his self-control to shreds. His fangs have protracted fully, itching to seek out your veins.

Not yet, he reminds himself again, straining against his own impatience. But he needs to watch as you ride him; to see you use him for your own pleasure. To know his all-encompassing desire for you is returned in kind.

You provide him exactly what he craves.

Within mere moments, the candle-lit room is filled with your unabashed whines and the lewd slap of skin-on-skin as you bury San’s thick cock in your tight heat over and over again. Your pace is frantic, shameless in your desperation as you cling onto San’s wide shoulders, your nails close to drawing blood. The irony of that is not lost on him.

San’s head has fallen back, his jaw slack as he draws heavy breaths, utterly entranced by your depravity.

He lovingly admires the glow of sweat on your skin, beads trickling down the valley of your breasts that bounce with every snap of your hips. San is of half a mind to add a fourth bite to his collection on your body, draining you right over your heart. He licks his lips, groaning tightly when you grab his hand and move it from your hip to your backside.

San gives it an appreciative squeeze, but you shake your head and whine loudly.

Ah… message received.

You don’t flinch when San’s lips spread into a wide grin, his fangs on full display. He loves you for that.

He also loves the way your entire body jolts when his palm sharply lands on your ass. Your rhythm falters when he strikes again, your arms trembling as you struggle to remain upright.

“Want more, my love?” San croons, and draws his tongue across his deadly canines. A hot wire thrums through him when you mewl in confirmation, though he can tell you are getting tired. Stamina is not your greatest strength, not with your necessary confinement — but you always give him everything, wearing yourself out on his thick cock until your muscles give in.

Every smack of San’s hand against your rear is received with your loud keening, eyes squeezing shut. Tears streak down your cheeks, and San’s cock twitches inside your throbbing cunt. The shimmering wetness on your skin is a thing of beauty to him now; so overwhelmed by pleasure that your body seeks release anywhere, even in your tears.

San bucks up at the same time that his hand connects with your ass again, and you wail at the impact, crumpling against his chest. Weakly you cling onto his shoulders, moaning pitifully when San continues to roll his hips.

“Good, feels so good… Sannie…” you babble against his collarbone, the words tripping over your clumsy tongue. “Want… want…”

Your tongue darts out against his neck and without further warning, your teeth sink into his skin.

San grunts in surprise at the sudden sting, but then he chuckles breathlessly at your precious attempt to bite him. Your canines are uselessly blunt compared to his, only capable of breaking skin with the greatest effort — and you are already far too fucked out for that.

“Oh darling,” he coos, tipping up your chin. “Is that what you want? Then show me, my love.”

You snivel adorably, tilting your head to offer up the mark on your neck to San’s hungry mouth. Your quiet submission sears through his body, down to his crotch and his stomach, and San presses his nose against the old bite, breathing in deeply.

You whimper as he drags the flat of his tongue over the half-healed scab. Just a faint scrape of his teeth first, not enough to break skin, only to revel in the anticipation. Your heartbeat quickens, blood pulsing under his lips. San can wait no longer.

His eyes roll back with an animalistic snarl as he descends, fangs piercing through skin with ease. He growls at the first pull of blood, metallic sweetness coating his lips and tongue as your essence floods his senses.

“Yes, yes— Ah, ah, ahhh…” You arch your back into him, slowly rolling your hips in time with San’s noisy, messy slurps. Your fingers tangle into his hair, holding him in place as he drinks deep.

Euphoria.

Pure euphoria.

Drowning in you, in the sublime intoxication. San can barely feel his body anymore, only distantly aware of you rutting tiredly into him, of how he humps upward with increasing force as he loses himself in your taste.

He does hear your cries of delirious ecstasy, right by his ear when his hand slides between your bodies to find your clit on pure instinct. With his cock and fangs buried inside you, you reach your zenith with violent force, convulsing underneath his blood-stained mouth.

San grabs tighter onto you as you writhe, forcing you to stay in place as he drinks unrelentingly. He groans at how you clench around his cock, hips stuttering as he finds release — but even that is drowned out by the frenzy of his feed, mindlessly fucking his seed deeper into your cunt while he sucks at your wound, trying not to spill any of your precious liquor.

Slowly your whines die down and you start to go limp in San’s arms, just as he grows lethargic in the aftermath of his indulgence, his hunger finally sated.

You let out a weak moan when his fangs retract with a wet sound, and for a moment San thinks you passed out; but your eyes flutter open when he pulls out and manoeuvres you onto your back. A weak rivulet of blood drips down your shoulder, but you smile up at him with glassy eyes. He must look monstrous, redness smeared across his lips and chin, but there is nothing but want in your gaze, and San thinks that perhaps his hunger is not completely sated after all.

“Did so well, my love,” he murmurs, running his fingers up your inner thigh to catch the trickle of cum leaking out. “Always taking such good care of me.”

He offers up his glistening fingers to you, and you accept with no hesitation. Tiredly, your tongue swirls around the sticky digits, taking all that San feeds you. It only seems fair to him; exchanging one bodily essence for another. He cannot give you his blood, cannot risk accidentally turning you, but at least he can give you this.

Soon his fingers are sucked clean, but you whine as San pulls his hand back, your mouth chasing after him. “N-no, San…” Your eyes glitter with unspoken pleas, and a fond pride swells inside him at your insatiable urges.

“My sweet girl needs more, does she?” San asks, bearing down on you with a pleased smile. He drapes himself over you, humming in approval when your legs reflexively part to make room for him.

You giggle when his nose brushes against yours, his sweaty hair tickling at your face. “San, you’re a mess,” you tease, running your thumb across his lips. It comes back red.

San just moans in contentment, pressing a bloodied kiss against your cheek as he slowly grinds against your cunt. Your giggles quickly turn to gasps, wiggling underneath his persistent hips. His cock is so sensitive the friction almost hurts, but it’s all worth it when you grab onto his shoulders to pull him into a kiss, heedless of his tainted lips.

Your tongue slides against his, and San laughs into your mouth when your nose scrunches up in discontent at the strong taste of blood. As insatiable as you may be, only one of you is a true vampire. Instead San kisses a trail across your jaw, down your neck. He laps at the dried blood, the wound already closed, then suckles at the surrounding skin once you are clean. His hands wander over your body, relishing your heightened responses to his touch as he slowly works you up again.

You sigh at the soft squeeze of your breasts, back arching when his thumbs play across your nipples. San luxuriates in the curves of your body, sliding down to envelop a hardened nipple in the wet heat of his mouth. He takes his time, clever but unhurried fingers teasing deftly between your thighs.

Breathy moans echo through the quiet bedroom, languid pleasure gradually shifting to something more urgent. You start grasping at his shoulders, tell him to fill you up already, and San has never been one to deny you.

He hisses as he gives his cock a few more strokes, but ignores all sensitivity to please you, to plunge his thick length back inside your sopping cunt, drenched with seed and arousal. San bottoms out in one smooth thrust, knocking the air out of your lungs. You gasp for breath as he starts a steady rhythm, careful to find the exact angle he knows will have you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

The lethargy of his feed forces San to take it slow, settling for deep, intense thrusts to have your toes curl into the sheets. He cages you between his elbows, pressing shallow kisses on your lips; but the taste of blood has faded enough that you can happily accept his mouth, tongues gliding against each other in a sloppy tangle.

You moan as San’s pace picks up, wrapping your legs around his waist. The cuff on your ankle presses against his lower back, and a tinge of bittersweetness invades San’s palate at the reminder that it’s is not always like this. But he shakes it off, choosing to stay submerged in pure sweetness for now. Enjoy the moment. Enjoy you.

The slow roll of his hips turns to powerful thrusts as his sluggishness fades, his strength now boosted by the fresh, invigorating effect of your blood. Soon the bed is rattling at the onslaught of his force — he is fucking bruises into your hips, he is sure of it, but still you beg for more, for him. He gives it all.

“So good, fucking me so well,” you keen, and San glows at your praise, spurring him on harder.

He does not slow down when you seize up around him; fucking you through your orgasm, through your body’s attempts to clamp down on him. He hisses at the tightness of your cunt but does not stop, does not relent until you’re sobbing underneath him, your hands clutching at his sweat-slicked back. His muscles ripple with every merciless thrust, low grunts escaping him as his own release draws near, but San pushes through with gritted teeth, fixated on the unrestrained pleasure that contorts your face.

Sweat drips from his hair onto your cheeks, your body jostled helplessly by the rough snap of his hips. Your voice fails you, moans catching soundlessly in your throat as you tense around his cock again. San reaches down a hand to find your swollen clit, groans when it barely takes a touch for you to release a choked up cry — and this time San can’t fight the way you clench around him. He buries his face in your shoulder as he whines, filling you up just as you’d begged him to. He grabs onto your hips to hold your squirming body still as he bucks into you a few more times, his cum leaking past his cock and mingling with your juices, smeared across your thighs and his pelvis.

With a final whine, San pulls out and collapses by your side, his legs tangled with yours.

He recovers slowly, gasping for breath, and his heart clenches when you curl up into him, wiggling yourself between his arms for his embrace.

San is not sure how long you lay there like that, with him gently patting your hair, your quiet breaths falling on his chest. Your heartbeat steadies slowly, and it pains San when he decides it is time to pull away.

As he predicted, you babble tired protests at once, weakly clutching at his arm as you beg him not to go. He allows himself a contented smile, but shakes his head at your pleas.

“You need to eat,” he points out, though he can’t help but shower you with kisses. He smothers you in affection until you’re breathless and whining — which is one way to silence your protests, he supposes — but San cannot be so selfish to stay and do it all over again. He needs to take care of you. “I’ll be right back with some breakfast, alright? You need to regain your strength,” he soothes. “After, we can take a bath together, how does that sound?”

San’s tender kisses have put a dopey smile on your face, and you nod sluggishly at his proposal. “That sounds perfect,” you admit. “Just… come back soon, okay?”

“I will,” he promises, raising your hand to his lips to press a last kiss to the scab on your wrist.

San puts on a comfortable robe that he keeps in your room for just this sort of occasion, then exits, locking the door behind him out of habit. He tries not to rush himself, but still he can’t help but hurry his steps as he picks up an already prepared breakfast from the kitchen. He does not want to return to find you have abandoned him again already.

An uneasy sense of foreboding fills him as he returns to your room. The waft of sex and blood still hangs heavily in the corridor, masking your scent as he unlocks the door again in frustrated impatience. San swallows thickly, praying his bad feeling is just that; a feeling.

But the door swings open, and San knows at once. He does not even need to smell you; your freshly tear-stained, puffy cheeks already tell him that it is too late, your heartbeat spiking harshly at his return. Your arms tremble as you inch back on the bed, subtly as though you do not want to anger him, but still putting as much distance between you and San as possible.

It takes everything for San not to recoil from your sudden rejection of his gift. His fingers clench around the breakfast tray, grief burning behind his eyes. He swears, it did not used to wear off this fast.

“She’s already growing immune, isn’t she?”

Shut the fuck up, Yunho.

San shakes his head, collecting himself. It’s no matter. He sets the tray down on a side-table, and gently approaches your shaking form on the bed. He will drag you back to him again, as many times as he has to.

[curiousskelekitty]

Hey, I'm sleep deprived and blasted on weed, let's see the reasons why I think I'm autistic

I'm awakemd super from a super high nap. And it's by the smoke and smell of incenst and can't get back to sleep until incest was out and fan on

Eye contact? Either really focused on making it and not listening or focused on conversation and eyes Drifting away

Say exact same way of hello at job

And other things

Sensitive to wet and cold so much that made it part of her image

Staying awake to make this list

Even though I'm supe r high and running on 3 hors sleep, latte, and pizza and 4 hb eggs

Adhd 

Special interest in pokemon most of 26 year life

Creative

And loves child things like video game sand toys, special plush toys

And weird sex too

Like even when child me MASTURBAGED WITHOUT KNOW WHAT IT WAS

sorry tmi 

Holy ahky I discovered something abot me that I didn't know

Wow

Anyways

Loves reading

And loud music during loud lunch during hs

Sensitive to loud noises like toilet as child

An dlole sonic

Oh shit

It late

Waited blanket for win! Special as adult

Fighting slep to write this once again

Super shy

Talked in labg with sister when 

Adhd

Goes to speech therapy 

Because I don't talk

Or maybe lisp

Idk

Imaginary friends until second grade

First friend grade younger 

No friends in my grade until MIDLE SCHOOL

I think

Sorry no remember 

This list loooooong

Writing still very clean

Nose so dry

Oh shkt Don her 

He didn't say anything about me being up

I'm supposed to be asleep

Sh

lol

Argue with my self 

Like all the time

I even fight with my ocs

lol

Autism brain go

Special cartoon likeys 

Just explained idea for video for YouTube to boo and we might collaborate

My mouth so drunk 

Suuuuuper sensitive to socks on feet at night! Even in winter

But can't walk out iputaide without shoes 

Can feel EVERYTHKNG 

Loves swimming

BUT NOT RAIN

RAIN MAKE USBWEY

sinuses dry as hell  I can feel the air coming in my nose and down my throat

Hereditary 

Also likes anime and furries

Has phases of certain likes or Dislikes

Like love reading but then don't love reading

Hating spicy for most of life

But finding a love from some as long as there's flavors 

Mexico is so pretty

Making list like this

All the time

Will hypet focus on certain things for maybe a week

And it goes in curses 

Ow though hurt for typing 

Do stretches kids

Never admitted to watching porn whe her life insists of romances 

Daydreamer

Ever since litter

First lover

Cucumber Larry

When he gets suck on by giat alien ad hero

That turned me on

AS A KID IN CHURCH

not even four years old

wft

This might be really revealing about me and my life

…

Okay

This Is where I add more to the title of this video

To warn me of the dangers

Of whatever the fuck I'm on

Could probably make this list over 200 points 

Listn3s to music at night 

Might be slightly dyslexic 

Swimming

Vocal Stimson

When found out about stimming

Showed more stimming

So mad

Just took like 1 min to fix stimmong to swimming 

Make little songs whole life

Wow hide in DC bathroom. And sing sad songs to my self

Don't really to that anymore

Ah shit it's late

I need to pee

Sleeps with toys still

Like stuffed animals

Once could not fall sleep until Carla into toybox

Only woke up because got hot

BISEXUAL AD FUCK

when I was little I was looking g in the mirror and ask if I was more otm boy or girly Gil and decided I was in the middle

If that not nonbinary as FUCK than what is

Thinking g about if the video went famous and FIL saw and reacted

Whole family know

Please be warned 

Really sensitive about certain flavores in certain tempt

Those might go on Tumblr though

Incous make a lookout of people laugh 

And no one would know

Damn thos list loomg

STRETCH TIME

often godb what if whole world kno

I could go on and on

But I think I will conclude here 

Thank you everyone for reading

Good night

LoL

You wish

I'm very empathic

I forget words all the time

Especially with age

Always had bad memory

Selective hearing

Forms who they are around eho they with

But my baby let me be me❤️

Sinsirve tk sounds

I'm probably going to talk to my therapist about this list next week

Realized made horrible ablist joke in my head and realized it and was like tf why

Intrusive thoughts

Holly fuck

I can do this

And this

And

This 

So easily 

I love animals 

Dep3ndent and independent at the same time

Anxiety 

Depression 

I'm still making the list dumbadd

My bad

Too much of a topical thing like lotion makes me feel icky 

Hated mosquitoe spray because of sticky residue and smell

Hayes perfume

Sensitive to some smells, like perfume

Body pray okay tho

And candles

Loves sweets

LOVES TO READ

Can't focus on reading

Super aware of body

Hates being touched unexpected or by stranger

Said loved all colors and didn't have official favorite color until like first grade because didn't want to hurt other colors favorite

Still doesn't have least favorite color

"Lazy"

But I'm not suppsoes to coll me that

Realistic

Made day dreams befo3e bed every night

Had one going on for about a month

Googles everything 

Okay I'll go to 200

Then I'll go to sleep

Lover of computers when little

Still love them

Have several unwritten stories to tell, including like three books and three or more wannabe books

Wrote toriko slitty fanfiction church

Drew a the time

Sonic the hedged hog fan

Loves pun so much

Made up "Copper later" for funny goodbye

Lives all her sisters

And all bet peanut

Hates pumpkin guts and still hate the feeling of them

Picky eater

May13b first 2023

Special interest in music

Went into band for school ad a trumpet and played for most of life until high school graduates but was never good at it.

That sucks

I could've learned how to song better

Now that I realize my voice is good and can be better

Hates needles 

Squeamish 

Spiritual 

Loves crystals Spiritually

Believes in a carefree, unknowing god

Two more to go

AUTISM BLAST

Weird obsession with sex since really little

Oh shkt

Just remembered something

That I never told anyone! Fucm 

I won't tell you guys

Never

Okay 

Good night

I love you

[ram-de]

march vibes

woohoo it's another month of possible thing i want to do and track!! let's see how much of song i listen to the most do this month around.

I think this month, I returned to mostly Japanese song again. I think the media I consume affect the song I listen to directly. Well, I guess song and music in itself is a media to consume too so! But. It's mostly new tunes too!

Brownie by Macico is honestly... I don't know what it's about LOL I looked up the lyrics and there isn't any about it, not even the original Japanese transcribe of the lyrics. It sounds really chill and cute though. I'll assume it's just a song about eating brownies (not sus)

I don't know how It's a Dragon Party got here??? It's a cute and poppy song with trumpets and all, about a dragon who does dragon thing, burning villages and killing people!! Hitoyama does a lot of these thematic and each song is usually self-contained story. I love when song is direct and just a fun way to tell a story...!

Wonder Neverland is a VTuber group song. I don't really watch VTuber (at least not anymore), they do a lot of music!! Be it company-mandated or self-initiated. The song itself gave me feel-good and cheer up feelings. I sort of get the gist with my weeb-level Japanese and it's a song to listen to when I feel down. I'm reading the translation right now. ;; And it sure is a hopeful song about dreams and trying again after mistakes, the ensemble vocal is good too...! Not to mention it's by kz too!

Selfish is an electro? pop? song, that I actually listen to a lot before. I'm glad I discovered it and that it exist in Spotify... I don't really understand what it's about. It seems like it's about a selfless person who feel the burden of it, perhaps someone said something about this person that made them feel upset or something. OH. Wait... I think it's told from someone regarding their friend who's so selfless, and that their friend doesn't really look at their own wellbeing first and foremost. It's as if they're saying, hey! be selfish for once, say what you want to say, listen to me! or something like that. I never thought about it like that before.

Dream Dream Yume Dream is basically a demo song for the Vocaloid Yumemi Nemu by NayutanSeijin! So it never really have an official MV or Youtube release. I found it by chance and I like it! Despite the weird pitchy vocal, it oddly fits NayutanSeijin aesthetic, with the whole planet and alien themes. After reading the translation of the lyrics, it seems like it's a character song for the character herself. It's aboud someone who loves sleeping so much because when they dreams, perhaps because when they dream they met someone they found dear with or just because they love the sleeping and dreams itself. It's a cute song!!

KA-GA-YA-KI-RA-RI-RA is a song from the franchise Love Live. I don't know anything about it except for the fact that I watched one of anime a loooooong time ago. It's a song by Kira and the Idol group Aqours! It's giving me crush K-Pop vibes, so cool! The vocaloid tuning is *chef kiss*, and the song itself seems to be about reaching out and spreading their songs?

11 vapor lamps is a super chill lo-fi kind of song? Pedestrian (the one who made this) have a theme!! And for this one... It's calming and giving some sort of regret-ish? Honestly from sound alone, it's a lonely song. Looking slightly at the translation, it seems like it's about someone after a breakup? Life seems mundane and repetitive, losing motivation and hope, and the city streets and lamps keeps reminding them of memories they kept. Perhaps?

Okay ngl, I'm lowkey burned out writing by this point. But PASTEL is another cute feel-good song!! I remember listening it when I was at the shopping center looking for something, mazariatta Pastel🎵 city is a Thai song about feeling alone in a big city? Something about, this city holds so much people living day and day and yet only you... Or something. I forgot! Though I fear, I still walk appears last month but it's still a heartfelt song as ever.

I don't have playlist so it's basically from shuffle and the song I recently added to Liked Songs but... This month has been pretty all over. I think it's good I'm rediscovering music I used to like and listen to. It felt like a proof that I've exist in the past and there's something about looking back at how I used to do:) anyway... be good to me April...!

[disembowel-me]

extremely emotional and horny tonight babes sorry </3

[lossie92]

Hiiii!!!! Madara for the ask game😁

Hello! My fave Uchiha? Sure thing! 😌

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favorite thing about them

Is "basically everything" an option? Because if so, then that lol

least favorite thing about them

That he let himself be so easily manipulated by Izuna and Zetsu. And yes, I think Izuna manipulated Madara emotionally, using his terminal condition to push for more conflict because of anger and spite. I believe it was, for the most part, caused by Zetsu (or at least that's my theory, since canon, as always, gives us scraps only), and I understand that Izuna has trust issues, but still, I don't like it.

Also, I've read this super interesting MadaSaku fic a while back where Madara was revived after the Fourth War and decided to take a trip over the world to retrace his footstep and find out when Zetsu actually started manipulating him. The theory was that it happened much earlier than he imagined and yeah, that just made me hella sad for him, but also made me realize that Madara has a tendency to try and please everyone, which in the end ends up pleasing no one, including Madara himself.

favorite line

I have two, because despite being unhinged for the majority of his screen time, Madara actually says a few very smart things imo.

1. "Talking about peace, whilst spilling blood, it's something that only humans can do." This hits soooo hard and is very, very true. Nothing like starting a war to bring peace, eh?

2. "When you fall in love, you love with all that you’ve got. You must learn to bear anger, hatred, keep your ego and attitude aside and handle things with care, calmness, and love." This, once again, is very true. It also makes me sad for Madara. He certainly had a lot of capacity for love. If only the was no Zetsu and if he hadn't made some very questionable life choices...

brOTP

Again, I have two: HashiMada and MadaIzu.

The first one... I simply prefer them as friends nowadays, largely because I think they work better this way, at least in my head, and also because I ship them romantically with other characters.

The second, because I obviously dig brotherly bonding and we got so little of it with these two, which is a shame, but I still love it.

OTP

MadaTobi! Obvious answer, I know. They have been living in my head completely rent free for close to a year now and there are no signs of it ending any time soon, which I'm very happy about, actually. Tbh I haven't drawn or written this much for a ship before, and I have been in this fandom for a loooooong time, so...

The other Madara ship that I enjoy (if done well!) is MadaSaku.

nOTP

Anything with even hints of incest is automatically a no and, as mentioned before, I prefer HashiMada as a platonic ship these days.

random headcanon

Madara smokes weed to help with stress management. The specific mixture he uses was prescribed to him by a medic and this is actually what he puts in his kiseru.

unpopular opinion

Gotta be honest here, I don't care for the overblown flailing. There is very little evidence of adult Madara failing, even though he certainly has a temper, and I just think it doesn't particularly work with his character. Nothing wrong with it if you like him this way, obviously, but I just prefer him being written closer to what I gathered about his character from canon, I guess.

song i associate with them

Hmm I'll go with Razorlight's "Hostage of Love"

favorite picture of them

Not a picture, but a gif. I love this fight scene in general, but this particular fragment is just immaculate imo

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Send me a character...

[ofmusingsxandmayhem]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN!

BASICS

BIRTHDAY: 5th June

PRONOUNS: She / Her

NAME: Pluto

ZODIAC: Gemini

FAVORITES

Favorite Author: Not entirely sure I have one? Haven’t really thought about it. I loved reading Tolkein as a kid though.

Favorite Character from Literature: Following on from the last one, I always loved Eowyn - strong willed and doesn’t let people tell her what she can or can’t do

Favorite Music Genre: It depends on my mood, but I like most things (except the hardcore rock and screaming lol). But my go-to is any kind of instrumental/classical music (listening to some right now lmao)

Favorite Kind of Book: I quite like autobiographies. I like learning about people and hearing their stories.

Favorite Animal: Red panda 

Favorite Disney Cartoon: The Lion King

Favorite Video Games: I’ve not played proper video games for a long time. But I do have a laugh on Among Us of late.

Favorite Color: Once again, I don’t have just one. But I love red, yellow or turquoise. 

Favorite TV Shows: I’m super into Stranger Things of course. Really enjoying the various Disney+ shows too.

Favorite Mythology: Hmmmm not entirely sure. Haven’t done a lot of research into any but I do enjoy Norse.

Favorite Food: Pasta of any kind - or chocolate

Favorite Actor: I have so many I love and admire. But I guess I’ll go with my childhood icons and say Julie Andrews, Angela Lansbury and Dick Van Dyke.

Favorite Countries: I adore Austria, could keep going back over and over. Also love Singapore, and I’m eager to visit Dubai again. But I will always love my homes of England and Australia. 

ROLEPLAY QUESTIONS

CANON OR OC: Either? If it comes to writing, I can’t choose because canon is fun to explore but OCs don’t come with the pre-existing stuff. Writing opposite, I love both.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN RPING: Since 2010, on tumblr since 2012.

WHO IS YOUR CURRENT FC: Well I have a lot for my muses, and I don’t actually use one for ooc stuff. I think I used to use Merida from Brave.

FAVORITE GENRE: Anything I’m in the mood for? I do love angst and pain, but I adore little fluffy domestic things too

SOFT MUSES OR EVIL MUSES: More soft but I love evil too

WHAT IS YOUR PERFERED WRITING STYLE?: Para and multipara. I can do shorter replies but the one-liners or quick things I’ve seen around just really isn’t for me personally.

HAVE YOU BEEN ON OTHER PLATFORMS?: I started out on a Supernatural forum (yes the show lol) and then moved here. I tried facebook and twitter a loooooong time ago but they never worked for me. I think I just prefer the set up of here. This is my only platform now.

WHO IS YOUR TOP MUSE AT THE MOMENT?: Generally probably Oscar or Isabella? But I have a bunch and it can change up at any given moment lol

NAME YOUR MUSES YOU HAD IN THE PAST: I’ve got quite a few retired ones, still have their info just in case I ever brought them back. OCs: Ana Durant (Sofia Boutella -SHIELD agent), Caleb Embry (Ben Whishaw - a translator and part time stripper), Judy Gooding (Miranda Otto - psychologist), Rose Milner (Amy Adams - werewolf and teacher), Tony Castilla (Alfonso Herrera - vampire and bartender), Gwen Price (Sigourney Weaver - CIA director), Lewis Martin (Chance Perdomo - lit student and mutant), Natalia Dias (Daniela Ruah - werewolf and detective), Vic Reynolds (Michael Caine - history professor), Will Ashford (a fc who now makes me very uncomfortable so we won’t mention him - journalist). Canons: Napoleon Solo (Henry Cavill - from The Man from UNCLE), Hilda Spellman (Lucy Davis - from The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina), Louise Banks (Amy Adams - from Arrival), Giselle (Amy Adams - from Enchanted).

(Stolen from @wingsandahalo​ - tagging anyone who would like to do it)

[madsdefencesquad]

Do you think the answers Madison gave at her bachelorette party about her future and perfect day with Kevin could be a clue of what we will see next season?

Thank you for this prompt because I've been meaning to talk about the parallel of these scenes for a while now so here we go (and sorry because it's gonna be loooooong)!

The talk about the future is divided into two perspectives: Toby's and Miguel's.

Toby's version goes like this:

"They're never gonna make it. Nothing has changed. All [Jerry] did was deliver an incredible line to some divorce support group. Jerry's gonna work too hard, Dorothy's gonna resent him for that. And that little kid's gonna get the short end of the stick 'cause they'll never stop fighting, and soon he's gonna be mad and sad instead of adorable and precocious and I can just see their whole little family in this boat and the boat is just filled with holes."

Now young adult Kevin who was still married to Sophie then was this version of Jerry that Toby was talking about. The entire episode, the writers have shown us how easy it was for Kevin to be away from Sophie to the point that Sophie walks out frustrated because Kevin was just so nonchalant about their long-distance marriage.

I quote Kev, "Sophie and I were on different coasts for months, it was like super easy" and "it's no big deal". And Kevin keeps repeating this throughout the episode to the point that she finally loses it at him and asks, "how will this marriage even work?" and his response was all, "I don't know, Soph, it just will."

Now, Kevin goes and watches Jerry Maguire and like every moviegoer who takes on the personality of the movie they just watched straight after watching it, Kevin goes on full mission-statement mode and tells Sophie what she wants to hear about the future he pictures for them.

Now, take a moment to take in Kevin's line here where he says, "Jerry's the kind of character that decides what he wants and he goes for it."

Kevin writes the mission statement to appease Sophie because he got her upset (and also because he was called a "jackass" by his twin sister and was given disapproving looks by his mother).

And what of this seemingly amazing mission statement about their future together? Well, Kevin, using himself against himself, actually didn't want Sophie enough to make it really work with her. He chose his career over her which eventually caused their marriage/relationship to dissolve. Take note, this was also done the second time around when they were adults too. He was already in New York, determined to make it as a Broadway actor and he could've done so and stayed with Sophie but alas, once he was called to do a movie, he just packed up and left and made every excuse not to visit Sophie in NYC to the point that she had to come and surprise him. Anyway, that's for a different and (yet another long) post lol

Anyway, this is Toby's Jerry Maguire version of Kevin and Sophie. The one that didn't work and just won't work at all. Both time and circumstances included.

Now, sober, adult Kevin is the version of Jerry that Miguel was talking about. He says:

"Yes, there are some love stories that are written in the stars. There are other love stories... they're written together. Two people the universe had no plans for writing their story in the stars together. That's pretty fantastic too, isn't it? I think Jerry and Dorothy made it, Kevin. I really do."

Now, take note that before this speech, Kevin found the old mission statement that he wrote for Sophie and he laughed at it and even called it "embarrassing" because he knew that it was just a big fat laugh after all that's happened. He asks the question about how does one even know who to marry because obviously that one didn't work out and Randall could've done a typical Randall speech using his marriage with Beth as an example but instead, he calls Kevin's questioning "cold feet" because Randall knew that that Madison is the one for Kevin.

And that's why Miguel's speech hit hard because Kevin's finally enlightened by the fact that despite his and Madison's unconventional start, he knows that she's the one he's supposed to marry and wants to marry and that they can write their own love story in the stars together.

Now, finally to answer your question about Madison's vision of their future. Apart from the obvious parallel of Kevin not being able to answer and Madison catching his response to Jerry making that face during his own wedding with Dorothy, we can see now that they are on their way into making that future happen. Madison says:

"I hope we'll travel a lot and go out for long romantic dinners where we sit and talk until they kick us out. Like those older couples you see who still haven't run out of things to say to each other. Really, I just hope that things will slow down and we can sort of discover the world all over again. Together."

Note, the slowing down part. Everything's happened so fast for them and they haven't truly had a breath to slow down and take the time to truly discover each other let alone the world around them.

And anon, we are on track for this future together. It won't be Kevin's mission statement to Sophie that we'll see but this one that Madison had envisioned for them both, and if Kevin wants to add his own next season, then by all means! I hope he buys them an RV as a gesture of them growing old together and being like Madison's grandparents travelling from coast to coast together in their old age. It'll go well with Madison's "travel a lot".

Anywho, on track with Jerry Maguire's third act and the 'breakup' that is pretty much their release of breath, Kevin and Madison can finally slow down now and take the time to truly get to know one another and see each other in a different light apart from just being their kids' parent and the person they're supposed to be with because they both want that nuclear family.

And as Madison does her thang, depending on the damn writers, Kevin will either realise he's been in love with her all this time or fall much deeper in love with her as they co-parent which will lead to the "I love you/You complete me" Jerry Maguire confession at the end where Kevin finally gets the girl.

[claudemblems]

Request for a really fluffy birthday HC or imagine for Dimitri, Ashe, Felix, and Sylvain. Maybe they give them an unconventional gift or something? Ty!

Ask and you shall receive. I try to write for just three characters, but I decided to go ahead and write for Ashe as well because I can’t refuse making content for him <3 Hope you enjoy!

Note: Idk if you wanted the reader to give the gifts or the guys, so I made it the reader. Hope that’s okay!

Warning: This post is gonna be a loooooong one lol

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

It’s your dearest friend Dimitri’s birthday and you are getting that man a gift no matter how many times he tries to tell you it’s not necessary

But you’re kinda stuck because it’s like what the heck can you buy for a prince???

Dimitri has told you before about his loss of taste, and you know that he can only really notice any kind of flavor when the contents are really strong

So since you can’t really come up with an actual gift to give him, you decided that you’d try to cook a whole grand meal that he might be able to actually taste

Maybe it would end up being for nothing, but you at least wanted to try

It’s later in the evening when you bring Dimitri into the dining hall, the whole place empty except for the two of you

And Dimitri’s eyes land on one of the tables that has food taking up almost every inch of its surface

“Surprise I made you a four course meal haha”

Before Dimitri can tell you he won’t be able to taste anything, you remind him that you remember what he said to you before

You still  want to see if anything you cooked was strong enough (but still delicious) to be recognized by his taste buds

Dimitri can’t help but stare in shock at the amount of food you spent all that time making just for him. He’s really touched. You went above and beyond to make his birthday special

His day gets even better when he takes a bite out of his first course and he realizes: he can taste it

And holy Sothis it’s literally the finest meal he’s ever had

He’s so torn between just eating it all at once or carefully enjoying every bite

The smile on his face instantly makes all of that work worth it

After all of the courses, Dimitri shyly asks if you could cook for him again some time. The food was absolutely delicious, and it helped that he could actually taste it, of course

You said you’d be happy to cook for him for the rest of his life if that’s what he wanted

He doesn’t get what you mean at first until you say all it would take is a promise to spend the rest of your lives together followed by a wink for good measure

Thank Sothis you promptly left the dining hall after that because he’s now a blushing mess

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Felix has to be the most difficult person in the world to get gifts for

When you ask him what he wants for his birthday he’s just like “I don’t need anything I just need to focus on training” like,,, SIR

He doesn’t see the point in giving him a gift just because he’s a year older

But dang it you’re stubborn and you’re giving this man SOMETHING

But what? A sword? New gloves? Equipment to help repair his swords???

Do you see the issue here

He doesn’t take in an interest in anything but training

You’re gonna have to give yourself plenty of time in advance to come up with some relatively good gift idea

Eventually you come up with an idea and, of course, it has something to do with swords

You try not to make a big fuss when his birthday finally arrives because you know Felix is already going to hate all the attention he’s going to get from his friends

He just really doesn’t like birthdays lol

So you keep it lowkey, treating him like normal, just enjoying spending the day with him

It’s not until the two of you go into the training grounds that you ask Felix to wait a minute before you start your regular sparring session

When he asks what’s going on, you tell him that you have something to give him for his birthday

He’s already got that scowl on his face that you knew he’d don, but you tell him that you were going to get him some sort of gift whether he liked it or not

That’s when you place the wrapped gift in his hands and he sighs a moment before weighing it in his hands, wondering what it is

When he opens it, you watch how his eyes widen and how he stares at it in awe

You’d given him a custom-made sheath for his sword, his name engraved into the metal

Felix looks up at you and begins to ask how much it was, that he couldn’t accept such an expensive gift

You shake your head and tell him not to worry about it. You wanted to get him something he could use for a long time, and this was the perfect choice

Felix stares at it for a few moments before he gazes at you with a soft look in his eyes, thanking you for such an incredible gift

Honestly seeing the genuine happiness on Felix’s face makes that gift worth every cent

Felix is quick to toss his old sheath aside and replace it with his new one, marveling at how well it matches his style

You do pay a lot of attention to him. You can’t count the amount of times you’ve stared at him without him knowing

“This will be with me wherever I go, and whenever I look at it, I’ll be reminded of you”

It wasn’t supposed to be that poetic and romantic and the moment Felix realizes what he said his whole face turns beet red

“I-I mean...nevermind. Let’s spar. As much as I like this sheath, I don’t want my sword to be in it forever.”

Spending all that time figuring out the perfect gift definitely turned out more than worth it

Sylvain Jose Gautier

Being Sylvain’s girlfriend is a gift in itself

1) because you actually managed to get the skirt-chaser to settle down and 2) Sylvain has actually told you that you’re the best gift he could have ever asked for

Bro why is he so sweet and smooth at the same time :,)

But his birthday is coming up and you’re clueless on what to get him

Doing something really cheesy and romantic sounds like something he would do (and has done probably dozens of times)

So you want to make this gift count

The weeks went by and still, no thoughts, head empty, you’re going to lose it if you can’t come up with a solution

Eventually you decide that you’re just going to make him something, cause gifts made from the heart are always the best ones, right?

When Sylvain’s birthday arrives, you make sure to shower him in the utmost affection, reminding him that you care about who he is, not what he has to offer

He’s loving every minute of it you can just see it in his face

Most of the day is spent going to classes, having lunch with him, Dimitri, Felix, and Ingrid in the dining hall, and checking things off the day’s schedule

Later in the afternoon you shyly ask Sylvain to come to your room because you want to give him something

He tries to crack a joke at that and he nearly gets smacked on the head

But when the two of you finally make it to your room, you’re getting really nervous, thinking about just throwing your gift in the trash

You worry that Sylvain will be disappointed or that it’s nothing like he wanted and that he’ll be offended that you’d give him such an awful gift—

Sylvain has to pull you back to reality and get you to sit down on the bed before you end up fainting

You muster up the last bit of courage and take the presents out of your pocket: it’s a pair of matching bracelets you made yourself; one for you, and one for Sylvain

When he goes quiet for a few moments, you start rambling out loud, saying that you “knew you should have just bought something instead” and that your idea was so stupid

But then you hear soft sniffles coming from beside you

SYLVAIN IS CRYING

“WHY ARE YOU CRYING?”

He explains to you that he’s just so touched that you’d spend so much of your time making such a perfect gift for him, knowing you wanted to make sure just how much you cared for him

He immediately slips on the bracelet and grins, saying that whenever he looks down at it, he’ll think of you

Now you’re slipping your matching one onto your own wrist, admiring it in the light

Whenever it catches your eye, you’ll be thinking of Sylvain, too

Ashe Ubert

Everyone in Garreg Mach absolutely adores you

But no one adores you as much as Ashe

If you looked in the dictionary for the definition of whipped, there would be a picture of Ashe there

Because you love this darling man to the moon and back, you are determined to give him the best present he’s ever received in his life

It takes you awhile to figure out what you want to get him since Ashe isn’t one to ask for much

He’s learned to treasure what he has and finds pleasure in the simple things in life

Still, you want to give him something just as a display of thanks and to show that you’re whipped for him too

You ask the other Blue Lions for some ideas, and everyone has wildly different suggestions

Annette and Mercedes suggest baking him treats, Sylvain says to treat Ashe to a date, Felix says that Ashe needs to work on training more

Finally the day of Ashe’s birthday arrives. You make sure to smother your favorite boy in affection (which always leaves him blushing bright red in front of everyone)

You spend the whole day right by his side getting all your daily chores done

But in the middle of the day, the rest of the Blue Lions “coincidentally” leave you and Ashe by yourselves in the dining hall

You just finished preparing a meal with Ashe and you two are sitting down to eat when you pull a letter out of your pocket, handing it to him

You watch Ashe scan the letter’s contents, his eyes gradually widening as he takes everything in

“We’re going on a mission near my hometown?” “Yep. I informed the Professor of some issues that have been going on over there, and she’s sending the two of us to go resolve them.”

Ashe just gapes at you. “But why?” “Oh, I don’t know. I just thought maybe someone would like to go visit their little siblings or something. I mean, you’re a full-fledged knight now. They’d probably think you’re so cool. Maybe.”

A squeal leaves your mouth as Ashe rises up from his seat and runs over to you, enveloping you in his arms

“You really did all this for me???” “Yes. Happy birthday.”

Ashe’s embrace is tight and warm, making you melt into his touch. He’s peppering you face and hair with kisses, unable to wipe the grin off his face

“What did I do to deserve you?” “What did I do to deserve you?”

The Blue Lions spying on the whole ordeal playfully roll their eyes or quietly clap their hands in victory. Even Felix seems to be glad to see you two happy

“I can finally meet your siblings! I wonder if they’ll like me…”

Ashe takes your face into his hands and locks eyes with yours. “They’ll love you.”

He presses a sweet kiss to your lips and you place your arms around his neck, the both of you oblivious to the crowd watching from beyond

[moonflower-rose]

For your boredom asks! Do you fancy talking about your fic writing and reading habits? How do you decide what to write? What's your favourite thing about fandom? Do you plan or are you a pantser? What's your favourite fic? When did you start writing? (Just throwing these out there btw, feel free to ignore any or all!)

Firstly, thank you, omg. I needed something to focus on so much! This got loooooong. You are brilliant, thank you so much for asking.

I started writing in 2004 in terms of putting fic out there online, but I used to write RPF in high school about people in my year, lol, and there were dramatic readings held on the bus on the way home. Man, those were funny, I remember one of them was about two friends of mine who had very poorly disguised crushes on each other (no clue why they didn’t just get together) and the story was about one of them visiting the other one and they start to shag, and do so with such vigour that the floor collapses beneath them and their bed ends up in the living room downstairs. This one was extremely popular with the bus crowd, circa 1998. Looking back I think I’ve always used a fair amount of humour in my fic!

I’m not a good planner, I would LOVE to be a planner. I have a lot of ideas like literally all the time, and I keep track of them all using Trello, but I very rarely do any sort of genuine planning. I generally have a really persistent idea or scene that won’t leave me alone until I start writing it, and then wing it from there and hope my muse doesn’t abandon me in the middle. It causes all sorts of problem with writing myself into a corner or having to go back and re-read a million times to remind myself of plot details from the beginning. I think that’s why I don’t have more finished work or anything long - lack of planning!

As far as how I decide what to write, the ideas kind of decide for me because it either starts flooding out of me uncontrollably or its little sluggish trickles. The floods are so much more fun because my motivation is high, it feels great to be smashing out words, that makes more ideas flow, it’s like a huge buzz. The other kind is so painful, lol, like I desperately want to write the thing but the fact that it’s so difficult makes me want to lie down and sleep. Writing for fests is a lot easier, because there’s a deadline I have no control over that forces me to buckle down, and there’s a prompt to focus on which means I can’t procrastinate over my own ideas. I don’t know if that makes sense. It’s the structure I guess that helps me be productive. I have something like 20 WIPs of my own ideas because I lose focus, lol, but I’m determined to finish them all one day.

My fave thing about fandom is that other people have the same hyperfixation/s I do, and that we can lose our minds about them together. I have tried to talk to a couple of RL friends about fanfic and when I’ve had a successful (in my estimation!) piece, but they don’t get it, lol. Like, once someone bookmarked one of my fics and said something like it made them feel like their heart had been microwaved, and I loved that SO MUCH, and I told my work BFF who just looked confused. The pure joy of frantically exchanging DMs about something you’re obsessed with, to someone who is equally obsessed, ugh, such joy.

Fic reading habits - in the early days, I would read every new thing in whatever fandom I was in, literally every single one. But since my long fandom break (2012 to about 2017), it’s been more accidentally stumbling over things, or recs from people I’m following. Normally I start following people because of THEIR fic, so 99% of the time if they love something, I’m going to really enjoy it too. As soon as I find a fic I enjoy, I then read everything that author has written in a huge binge. I also tend check out their bookmarks as well. I find it very hard to stop when I’ve started, I will 100% start a 100K fic at midnight on a Monday with no sense of self preservation, and on occasion I have made excuses for RL activities so I can stay home and start/finish a fic, lol.

I truly could not pick a favourite fic, there are too many. I try to bookmark everything on AO3 because so many wonderful fics were lost on LJ with account deletions, and old archives going offline over the years. I can re-read Far From The Tree by aideomai a million times, and Only A Kiss by @writcraft breaks me into lil teeny pieces every time. Gosh there are just so many good things out there. Now I’m probably going to re-read Only A Kiss again, lol, whoops.

[a3theatrejunkie]

Don’t be silly Wrap your Willy!

Hanasaki Private Academy, St. Flora Middle School, and Ouka High school Students have to take care of a baby for a school project. For more context look at this post

Hanasaki Private Academy- They got robot baby dolls

St. Flora Middle School- They got Eggs. Each of the eggs have the St. Flora logo printed on it to prevent students from 

Ouka High School- Got bags of flour to be made into a baby,just random bags of flour.

SPRING TROUPE-  

Masumi is doing pretty well with the baby, she doesn’t cry much.(That’s because you have your headphones in. dumbass.) He gets a full nights sleep too. (That’s because Tsuzuru is usually up and takes care of her out of habit.)Tries to get the director to marry him this way. “Please. I’m a single father. My daughter needs a strong role model.” “Her name is Izuumi. Get it? It’s our names put together.” He and Sakuya talk about their children like their real.

Sakuya is baby and now he has a baby too. His child’s name is Romeo, he couldn’t think of anything else. He has a realistic experience with the baby, late night feeding, baby crying during rehearsal, and struggling to budget with a new member. Grows attached to the baby fast, his own little baby, his family. Doesn’t want to seem rude but gets nervous when other members of  Mankai holds his baby. “O-okay but take his burp cloth! and make sure his neck is supported. A-and!....” “Sakuya I’ve got like 12 younger brothers.” He cried when the assignment was over.

Itaru “Can we get an ‘F’ in the chat?” He remembers having one of those robot babies,their annoying and cut into his free time. Apparently you can use a strong magnet to mess up the sensors and get an easy A. Haphazardly holds the babies to play video games, He’s never been asked to hold the babies since.

“Sakuya...Masumi...” Tsuzuru worries about him getting too attached to the baby and Masumi using the baby to flirt with the director. Gave both of them some old baby clothes so they wouldn't have to buy any.

Citron loves the new members of the Spring troupe! He gives... interesting advice. “Do not worry! I’ve helped over a thousand woman and a thousand elephants give birth!” :D

SUMMER TROUPE- 

Yuki made cute little clothes for his egg and carries it in an equally cute basket. He was actually excited for this project so he could practice making children clothes but unfortunately St. Flora gave them eggs instead of the dolls. His child is named Omelette, because that’s what’s their gonna be after the project is over. While creating a budget as part of the care assignment spent over $400 of clothing. 

Muku keeps forgetting his egg everywhere he goes, he’s doing his best. His egg has a little crown on top of their head. The eggs name is Endymion, he’s gonna grow up to be the best prince ever. A some point  he forgot where his egg was and accidentally knocked it off his desk. It broke. Muku cried, the Summer troupe held a funeral and the egg prince is buried in the Mankai courtyard. He didn’t fail since he completed all the budgeting, and other sidework that came with the project but lost a good chunk of points.

Tenma is adjusting. “Why can’t I just hire a nanny? It’s in my budget.” “Well what are the chances you’ll actually become a famous actor?” “???....?!...?!?......” Anyway he hates having to carry this stupid bag of flour, the paparazzi is gonna have a field day with this. Named his child Tenma Jr. and he’s also gonna become an actor. Tenma practically spent all of his budget on luxury items, designer clothes, foreigner cars, and a million dollar house. Forgets about utilities, “What the hell is rent???”  Not adjusting well. Doesn’t help that Yuki calls his child, Hack Jr.

Kazunari- LOL! He remembers having to do that when he was still in grade school. He ‘Babysits’ while the younger actors are working or doing a scene. He’s the best uncle ever! #Blessed💖💖💖💖 Offered to redraw the ST. Flora logo onto a store bought egg when Muku’s broke, but Muku’s an honest prince, so he and Yuki decorated a coffin for the funeral.

“Poor Muku, You’re egg broke but it became a bunch of mini triangles!” Misumi didn’t help much. 

AUTUMN TROUPE-

Surprising or not, Sakyo is the most serious about the assignment. “Children are expensive and time consuming.”  Whether It’s a bag of flour or a robot doll, Sakyo makes the students of Autumn troupe take proper care of the children.He helps the students that need to make budget though.

“Hyodo if you don’t get get you child off the damn floor i’m calling your school and reporting you for Negligence.”

“I don’t know Nanao, are you gonna pay me to watch your child?”

“SETTSU!??! YOU CANNOT TAKE YOUR CHILD APART!”

Worst Grandpa ever

Omi is a little more helpful, but he agrees with Sakyo that this is an important assignment. While in school he totally bombed the assignment, but as an ex- delinquent he’s seen a few people start families waaaayy too young, It’s very stressful. Doesn’t want that for any of the Autumn Troupe. He’s willing to hold onto to the babies free of charge. Nice Grandma, probably gonna turn her grandkids into dinner

Taichi is already on thin ice with his school, he turned his flour baby into a monster child,(Ya know the little monster character he’s always drawing)

“Haven’t you seen Alien?!?!?”

Now he has the struggles of raising an alien child as a single father in highschool. “His name is Zognoid XJ-9″ 

It was fun at first for Banri, a new challenge approaches, but now the Baby is cutting in on his gaming time and what ever else it is he does. It hard to be a tough guy when your carrying a doll around. Considered taking out the batteries, but if Sakyo found out he’d fail the project. His baby is named Majima.

Juza was kind of excited for the project, maybe it would make him seem less intimidating, but no, it seems he’s gotten into more fights due to this sack of flour than before. No matter he’ll project this baby with his life, he calls her pudding. All was well until fuckin’ Settsu started calling his daughter a ‘cocaine baby’ Juza threw a few insults back and Banri punched him...in the baby. Flour went everywhere. Juza saw red. He grabbed Banri’s babydoll and though him outside into the street. People saw. Thought it was a real baby. The police were called. Sakyo had to call in A LOT of favors and explain it was just a doll. Both him and Settsu nearly failed and got chewed out by Sayko for almost ruining the companies image. 

They had separate funerals, once again buried in the Mankai court yard

BONUS! WINTER TROUPE-

Tsumugi thinks its great the kids are learning responsibility and that childcare is no joke. Brought flowers to the funerals.

“Oh! THE WOAHS OF CHILDREN, BUT THE LOVE OF A LITTLE JOY YOU TAKEN INTO TO YOUR SOUL.” Homare find this amusing and inspirational. He remembers his egg project and how- blahblahblah. Gave nice loooooong eulogies during all the funerals.

Azuma thinks it’s funny, he’s old so he never had to experience the baby project. Although the sight of seeing these new families makes him a little sad. Better drink some sake.

Tasuku “What the fuck is wrong with y’all.”

 Hisoka I’m Sleep.

[v-hope]

Hi! I saw the ask talking about the pill and IUDs. From my personal experience of having an IUD, you need to do research on what type of IUD you want. I've got the copper one that you need to replace every 10 years. Now before I got mine, I've always had extremely painful, heavy and loooooong periods. I was told to go on the pill, but I'm a horrible pill taker and I was scared about fucking around with my hormones like that so I opted for the IUD. It is so uncomfy when it gets put in, and the first week I could feel it everytime I moved ;-;

But after that it was all good! But unfortunately my periods have gotten heavier in flow and some cramps feel worse than before. I know there are hormonal IUDs as well (once again didn't want to fuck with those personally) and I believe there is a plastic one that needs to be replaced every 5 years. Now this isn't me discouraging from getting one! Not at all, I'm just saying learn about all types of them before deciding which is best for you 😁 I find it so sad when I see women talk about IUDs like there's only one type :( (not saying this is you) we need more education on these things ;-;

yeah, honestly i only knew about the copper one bc that’s the one my mum and cousin have, so i always thought that was the only one that existed (my lack of sex ed is showing lol), and hence i wanted to get that one but i read that you can only get it if you have given birth before and now that i read about your periods getting heavier in flow and your cramps getting worse i don’t think i’ll ever want it 😬 mine are so bad as it is, to the point of almost passing out a couple of times, so no thanks, i would die with the copper one then jsñaksñs.

someone already told me about the plastic one though and i looked it up and i’m gonna try and get that one! still will ask a gynecologist but i think so far that’s the one that’s convinced me the most, since i am also an awful pill taker lmao, like i do take my anxiety and anemia meds everyday but not always at the same time and with birth control ones it needs to be taken at the same hour everyday and i just... nope, won’t work out for me lol

thank you so much for sharing your experience with me! 💕