#or does a more elaborate fill/roll/etc

[mev-fizzah-writes]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

A/N: Hi!! I should probably work on my WIPS, finish my ongoing series, or go through asks, but...wait!! I had this really cool concept and I had to write it down!! This is only an intro !!Tell me if you wanna see more of this shitty writing of mine :) P.S Reader (you) have Oneironauts

TW: Bullying, bad parenting, school, suggested suicide, suicidal thoughts etc

In a city where danger creeps at every second of the day, only getting louder as the sky gets darker, you found your escape. It was bloody fists, it wasn’t on the bustling streets or behind a locked door. It sure as hell wasn’t in the false comforts of your home, where words hit harder than any punch and the silences stretched on longer than looming shadows. Your escape was somewhere no one could reach; it was a drift away from reality. Nothing felt better than closing your eyes and putting your head down, drowning out the noise of life. And when you did, it felt otherworldly.

This…power seemed to have been with you forever. Well, that was a lie. You’ve always been aware of your dreams, but others? No, that was different. Started because of something dumb and stupid, really. Something dumb and stupid that put you in a coma. But you were past that- you barely even remembered it! Or maybe you just didn’t want to. It was easier to pretend it wasn’t important, to tell yourself it was in the past. After all, what was the point in dwelling on something that no one could change? You were here now, alive. And more importantly, you were past that. Mostly. The medical bills were covered by the Wayne Health Foundation because it was the cause of some villainous attack- was it?- so it’s not like you had your parents drowning in debt! 

No. But god, did they remind you how little they cared- and would’ve cared- every day. They weren’t exactly the nurturing types, both two sides of one bad coin. They weren’t abusive; they’ve never hit you. Their venom was usually quieter, poisoning you with every dismissive shrug and drunken eye roll. It wasn’t like they purposely starved you, no. Instead, it was the way they argued over whose responsibility dinner was as they didn’t notice the fact that you hadn’t eaten since the day before. Cutting silence would swallow your house just after glasses were shattered, cuts and bruises were formed, and voices were strained. And the weight of it, the weight of it all, sat on your shoulders, heavy and suffocating. So when you realised that sleep wasn’t just rest and that it was a break- why would you ever stay awake? Closing your eyes meant entering freeing spaces, stepping away from the constant headache you called home.

When you were away in your head, or other people's heads, it was a space where nothing, no one, could touch you. Dreams didn’t ignore you. Dreams didn’t hurt you. Dreams didn’t judge you.

So when night fell, you took little trips into other people's heads. Seeing what their sick little heads come up with, but no one fills you with more wonder than his dreams. Oh, how you wished he’d sleep more often or slept more at night. He did sleep a lot. Just not at night.

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. God, did he have the most elaborate dreams; even when sleeping, he was meticulous. His mind was so vivid and raw that you craved more of it. He was one of the first minds you visited, and he was your favourite. So much so that you actually talked to him when he was dreaming, one of three people you interacted with in your weird, alien-like state. It doesn’t really effect you in day-to-day life…until it does.

[shinestarhwaa]

WOOYOUNG NSFW ALPHABET

A - Aftercare (how is he after sex)

Wooyoung is a sweetheart and we know it, he will ask you if you need anything and he'll caress your hair while you're falling asleep together.

B- Bodypart (his favourite bodypart on you)

Your eyes. He goes crazy for those eyes, wether they look up at him innocently or if they're filled with lust, everything's sexy to him.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He probably loves to cum on your body, preferably your chest (he might even lick it off)

D - Dirty secret (his dirty secret)

Wooyoung isn't very secretive about his dirty fantasies, he doesn't mind telling you at all, but he hasn't told you yet about the time he used your panties to jerk off on tour-

E - Experience (how experienced is he?)

Wooyoung is fairly experienced I think, he definitely knows how to play and what to do/not to do.

F - Favourite position

Missionary because he gets off on the expressions on your face, but also loves doggy style mirror sex.

G - Goofy (how he acts in the moment?)

He might be a bit goofy sometimes but not often, he's more of a smirking/teasing kind of guy.

H - Hair (how groomed is he?)

I think he's well groomed, he has some hair there because he's too lazy to shave all off and he probably thinks it's annoying but he makes sure to keep it neat and clean for you.

I - Intimacy (how passionate is he?)

Oh this man can get really intimate and passionate. You might forget because of his teasing and bratty persona but when you're alone he'll become more serious and really affectionate to you.

J - Jack off (how often does he masturbate?)

Probably 4-5 times a week but don't be surprised if it's more than that.

K - Kink

He probably enjoys a little bit of pain play because he loves to bite, he might enjoy spanking, but the biggest kink of all... *drum roll* DEGRADING KINK. (This man loves being degraded and we all know it like... he literally confessed it a thousand times).

L - Location (what's his favourite place to have sex?)

Everywhere around the house honestly, also loves it when you come blow him inbetween dance practices.

M - Motivation (what keeps him going?)

The pleasure expressions on your face do it for him.

N - NO (what is a no-go for him/turn-offs?)

I don't think he'll do role play in bed? It's not something he really hates or anything but he doesn't wanna make it an act, he just wants it to be reality between you two (does that make sense?).

O - Oral (giving or receiving, skill etc.)

He's more on the receiving side I think, but he'll make sure to give you your turn too, but he might use his hands more than his mouth (that doesn't mean he won't tho🤪).

P - Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

I see him as more of a fast&rough kind of guy cause he has no patience and he loves the chaos.

Q - Quickie (their opinion on quickies)

Loves quickies, he'll literally do anything to get in your pants at any place, any time.

R - Risk (experiments, taking risks etc.)

We know him. He loves this kind of shit. He'll gladly experiment with different kinks, will come up with new positions and would get kicks out of doing stuff at places he'll be caught (not like illegally but like...with members etc.)

S - Stamina (how long does he last?)

He lasts for about 2-3 rounds I think? Might need you to be on top for the 3rd round.

T - Toys (do they own toys? does he use them with his partner or himself?)

He doesn't mind toys at all. I don't think he owns them but he'll use it with you if you want to.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

I don't even need to elaborate on how much of a tease this guy actually is. He'll play with your mind and body and make you go crazy before actually giving in and do something about what's going on between your legs.

V - Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

Wooyoung is a loud mf and he will be in bed too. Loud moans, whines, any sound, honestly.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

Before you knew it Wooyoung had shoved you inside some sort of broom closet. His lips were all over your neck as his fingers unbuttoned your pants and slid into your underwear. "Wooyoung we gotta go back to your practice room, they'll come find us," you moaned as he played with your slick. "Then they'll find us. Gotta make my precious cum first."

X - X-Ray (what's going on in them pants?)

Probably average, more thick and girthy than it is long and probably has those sexy veins of his run along the shaft.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sexdrive?)

HIGH sexdrive. Like he can do it any day. Multiple times.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

He won't pass out until he knows you're all good. He'll wanna sleep with you in his arms tho.

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630

[makeshiftcoop]

Misfits and Sandbox

Some words to show what i mean with "sandbox" in Misfits

And I mean something like a mix of The Sims and Lego.

That's really my vision when someone says sandbox. Oh and GTA IV. Liberty City and stuff, you know. GTA V was a bit too overwhelming for me. But, really, when im thinking about modern sandbox (something that does not involve "medieval" aesthetic and low tech) my mind goes back to my time playing with Legos and the hours that I spent with different iterations of The Sims and all the gratuitous crime i commited as I child/teen robbing vehicles and just doing whatever.

I also like the procedurally generated vibe, as in the osr/nsr scene with the tables as input driven engines, or with roguelikes in digital games, specially when they are well executed with a twist (like hades and the fragmented narrative).

So, this is my way of integrating that stuff. The procedural generated stuff is where i idealize the mechanics, generating narrative with die and choices from tables. Also, i think my goal for subsystems is one of generating stuff to make actions more significant than the usual "just RP it" or "just write a short entry" (for solo ttrpg). Like the famous clocks from Blades and a myriad of other cool games. Soon i hope to expand that to other stuff that I'm still daydreaming about (dating system! car chases! smooching people!). For now the game is Acting and Plans. In terms of mechanics frontiers for the Misfits. Acting is normal rolls that get solved in itself and Plans are more like long term or complex stuff with clocks and checks to fill ticks for resolution.

That's it.

The rest is Lego, a big toybox with stuff for you to play with, and the Sims, some Faces for you to meet, fall in love, fuck, kill, befriend, move together, rob, etc.

That feeling is what I'm wanting more in analogic games, specially my designs. There's a lot of stuff for you to see and interact and daydream and even play about. And there's also a set of things that make this little world consistent.

I want to provide interesting toys and interesting faces and expand on the procedures to make those trips to this little world more interesting. Fun takes many forms. Maybe it can be more spicy or erotic. Maybe it will be powerfantasy, cape shit. Maybe something more heavy, political or tinged with horror. I think that's my goal, cover all those possible vibes of stories that comics managed to fit into people capable of defying reality using cool costumes and spilling cringe dialogue.

Right now Im planning on divide things in "Tapes". Each tape is like a season and have a name that's also kind of a more structured group of faces and happenings that will do things that can show up in future seasons. Some form of persistent world. I know that's not very popular nowadays with most people in indie ttrpg spaces but i admit im a sucker for weird plots encompassing a game universe in a greater narrative. I think it's nice to play in a bigger world. Have some kind of canon, or at least possible canons. I also think that marvel multiverse shit made people feel sick of it but im not elaborating.

Im not making a canon that you have to know to play the game or anything, but the Tapes will have this little bits of stuff that i pretend to mention in the next and, maybe, creating some kind of persistency with Faces and Places that you can use in your playsessions or just scrap it off or pick it a part.

So, I'm not capable yet of assembling things into a coherent layout, but i want to get some pieces of Misfit outta in the world. Here are some building blocks (hah) of what your Misfit will interact in the world:

Faces are people to meet. Places are places to go. Happenings are like encounters, things that happen in the world, favours that Faces ask, or just slices of life

Later I pretend to divide those tables in Regions, each one with a vibe more well defined and some neighboorhoods.

FACES: 1 - Key, bald drug smuggler with a mustang, a mumble speech and the ghost of his dead brother to raise. 2 - Van Helith, tireless basketball player, dreams with the big lights, cocky but kinda awkward with people. 3 - Eva, extremely powerful freak. she's slowly dying because of her powers but also discreetly searching for a cure. successful businesswoman, practically lives in her private jet. 4 - Hobbs, DJ who's also a kaoist who uses sonore dissonance to fuel their magic. 5 - Montaineblanc, revived semi cadaveric ex-royalty. perverse and rotten human being, enjoys his newfound immortality. 6 - Ceci Boo, overworked freelancer. pretty crafty philosopher. talented martial fighter. fae bloodline, she does not know. a little misanthropic. 7 - Noah, psyonic, talented musician. Usually depressed. uses his powers to play multiple instruments at once. 8 - Haysha, smoker, tormented psyonic e-celebrity, likes to drive fancy cars. 9 - Michael Zaraj, a bloody, also mad scientist and toxin experimentalist. made mutating intelligent spiders to have minions capable of bring humans for him to experiment on. 10 - Any Corvo, popstar and "crimefighter". a hot fash who streams music and murders petty thiefs in revealing pink and black costume for her far right audience. lethal swords. seems like a build up persona. 11 - Mindy, traveled a lot as kid, never knew what is home. Can always be seem with her red bike full of patches. Blunt and suspicious. 12 - Joan, artist, has a little online following by her creepy collage projects. The themes of her pieces are a contrast to her ponytails and flowery jumpsuits 13 - Benji Skrinar, talented dev, prolly a cybersyko but he hides it well. Does some online scams for an extra buck. 14 - Max London, Ex highschool quarterback, now a model. Hates to travel. Knows everybody important in their hometown and is kinda of a local hero. 15 - Talissa Mür, a know face in circles of luxury events, restaurants and parties. Seems like some kind of heiress, but actually does a dirty job in an Exclusion Zone as a geneticist. Vos, an ex huntress that left behind the fucked up reality of The Houses. Now they are the guard commander of a small castle 16 - Ethel, a librarian and weaver. Trans girl stranded from her big family, arrived in the region to start living with her caring but confuse and troubled dad. 17 - Natalie, prodigy student and Supe. Her family was one of the rare exceptions that didn't want their daughter becoming part of a Corpo, which she did mainly as an act of pure rebellion, but also to exercise some control to her life for the first time. 18 - Hellen, knows as her stage name of Ziggy, is a freak with teleportation powers, dancer and singer. Performances like hers, mixing entertainment and powers, are getting really popular. She is discreet with her identity, but soon will attract wrong attention 19 - Mulaney, idealistic boy born into nobless, discharged from C.A.G.E. after caught sabotaging operations. His family saved his ass and now he is backpacking around the countryside thinking in ways of "dismantling the system" (but mostly just vibing. he is rich, after all) 20 - Cora, Psyonic, top of their class in The Citadel, the prestigious college for Overly Capable Humans. After few drinks will spit out that they have beem abduced twice. If drinks waaay to much will admit that cheats in every test with a complex methodology (it's a heavy burden for them)

PLACES: 1 - Small coffee shop named Plantoffe. Lots of weird plants. runned by an middle age couple. 2 - Master Tara's Boxing Club. A franchise of generic martial arts with underpaid instructors 3 - Bills Square, billboards everywhere, neon and luxury stores mix with tall comercial buildings, a mix of tech and finances. Security cameras and cops are omnipresent in this vicitnies. 4 - Makeout Creek, a little creek near the high school, famous spot for teens to hang out and... well, mostly smoke weed but some actually still makeout 5 - Gemini Hills, just out of the city. a spot with parks, places to eat and with a great view of the skyline. 6 - A moto bike shop decorated with random esoteric stuff and violet neon lights called Azphalt 7 - An abandoned construction site. upon further looking there's trash, a mattress and signals of a rushed escape. 8 - An old mass grave turned to a boring park with a couple of benches and a monument in honour of a dead local stray dog named Chico. 9 - A plaza in the Campus. A brutalist fountain sits at the center of it, with different handrails, elevations and concret benches being used by skaters to perform different tricks. Cliques of college students gossip and drinks and eat observed by the scorching sun. 10 - Caricá Beach, paradisiac little spot, hide between deep vegetation and a hill that ends in a rocky cliff used for risky jumps into the water

HAPPENINGS: 1 - Missing posters of a boy. His brother handling pamphlets, asking for help. The cops are ignoring the case after coming back from the woods with scared eyes. 2 - A neighbor is moving out and found some weird stuff in a basement that they had never noticed. At least they will tell you that. 3 - Two girls asking for help, last night they were hired to dance in a party in a secluded club. Turns out thar it was the last rite of a suicide cult and today they are locking themselves in a gold revested bunker to transmit their conscious to a new dimension. Oh, the leader really seemed to have some weird powers. 4 - The bus from the local basketball team broke. They could use some help to reach the game. Also, their reserve squad is lacking some players... 5 - Traveling band of street artists is being held and investigated by two strange Border Patrol cops. 6 - Sunglasses, tans, boys without shirts and groups of people in beach clothing in the trail that leads to the Costa Esmeralda beach. 7 - A C.A.G.E unit running roadblocks, aiming to pass an image of security to the a region with recent unrests 8 - A thematic party at the sorority-run bar Pinkgarden. Good opportunity for getting laid, do some networking or play the hero stopping a mortal brawl between highly intoxicated supe rivals

[aacharyakamlesh-lifecoach]

Are there any Positive reasons for being Judgmental?

We all had read Civics in our school, Certainly, Yes? However, boring it was but it was a part of the curriculum, so we had to study that.

Nevertheless, we all do remember the definition of the civilized world stated therein, Police arrests, the court-of-law judges, and the jails Punish.

Haven’t we all have simply discarded that definition, How?

By becoming the definition in the Civics books all-rolled-into ONE. Arrest, Judge, and moreover Punish as well!

However, the question is, are we punishing the World, or, Ourselves?

Certainly, the answer we would give will be on the lines of Why would I punish myself? Are we certain of this answer? Are we?

If it is the world that we are punishing if that is the answer. Then why are we filled with Anger, Hate, Fear, etc.?

Having punished the world, should we feel any of these negative, self-abusing, emotions? Think!?

Where does the answer lie?

The answer to the question MAY, just may, lie in a simple question:

– Why do we always have to JUDGE everybody?

Answer, to this apparently simple question may be 1000 or more words long.

However, if the challenge was to produce an answer in a few words, what those words shall be? Those few words, not probably but definitely would be, Fear to face ourselves. And that certainly the most prevalent fear in the world.

For our own sake let us not even consider, dressing in front of the mirror as FACING ourselves. That is merely facing the FACE. It is coming face-to-face with one essential FACT; let’s face the reality of our OWN LIFE.

Is there a reason behind this (fear)?

Absolutely, does anything ever happen without a reason?

Now what is the reason behind this? Our PERCEPTION! Which Perception?

Simply, elaborated, the thought can only be RIGHT, if others are WRONG!  In other words, Others have to be WRONG, for me to be Right. What variety of thoughts are we letting make home in our mind?

A joke as an Answer

A joke comes to mind. Shall we indulge? Anyways, the joke goes like There was a Scientist who collected worms. And had a collection spanning millions of square footage in the area. Full of the worms from every corner of the World. And each container had an air tight lid.

However, there was one container just one which did not have a lid. An explorer asked the scientist, why is container without a lid?

The scientist duly answered after thanking the explorer for an obvious question.

These worms are the worms representing the Modern day living.

Explorer was really irritated by this answer. However, being a patient person, the explorer asked, what does that mean?

A very simple answer of the scientist baffled the explorer.

The Scientists answer:

The scientist merely said, I am not really bothered about these Modern-Day worms running out of my collection.

Again, the explorer was unable to understand this Philosophical answer. So, the question was posed once again!

The answer was more than simple, these are Modern Day or the worms consumed by Modern Living. Whenever anyone of them deserves to go UP, there would be millions pulling IT down.

Do we want to be a mere worm?

We use these words because our PERCEPTION is, everyone is the same and hellbent upon HURTING me.

Think, Think, Think! Repeated Intentionally!

Are you that important for everyone? That they shall focus all their energies on YOU. Certainly NOT!

Is that a healthy way of thinking?

Shouldn’t we first look at ourselves and our MISTAKES? And realize that we are pasting our own distorted vision on the entire world.

Make yourself IMPORTANT for yourself. Then nothing else matters.

As an end note, borrowing words from Shakespeare.

LOVE THYSELF! 

[deepsealily]

Hi, I want to ask about the FE Gaza rally. How does one redeem the donation fanwork (do we just send a prompt like "this is my donation receipt and can I get a fic/fanart about this FE character in a ball gown" etc)? How does this work with the volunteer artists/writers etc? Do you accept any volunteer or will there be a selection; if so, how? Sorry for the questions, I'm a bit confused. Thank you!

Yes!

It's like skeb, in a way. This will make a lot more sense once the form is live and you get the visuals--I set it up into separate types of redemption, so people don't get too overwhelmed by choices. I can attach screenshots later after I eat and get a little refreshed!

You can choose between receiving call to action rewards or donation rewards.

Then, it'll split into a different menu, you select that, such as art rewards.

You'll put your prompts down (I'll ask people for multiple in case a ship or character chosen is disliked/not preferred by the artist you select). There will be menus of artists with their art and prices. You'll select the artist, and if their offerings aren't separated I'll ask for which type you prefer.

I kind of wrote this example quickly off the top of my head, to give a general idea.

Example:

Please put your prompts here, etc.

If your artist offers multiple selections, please choose which kind you'd like to choose for the slot you selected. Please also mention if you would like to add an additional character according to the proper rate, if the artist allows this.

Artist choices begin:

Artist: blank

(artist is offering x for $15, y for $30)

select this artist

I'm using a form limiting plugin to let me limit options like an inventory, in a way. Some artists have defined specific slots for each type of drawing they're offering so I'm able to split those into different options underneath their menu. For others, I just have it by slot, and will ask people to elaborate.

As for volunteers, we are being a bit selective right now on a rolling basis since we are swamped and catching up on updating everyone (still filling out the site, and need to input everything into the form). But people are still encouraged to reach out, and I'll get back to everyone as timely as possible! Been working around the clock to get things updated with my lovely co mod working super hard too!

Thank you for your question and let me know if you have anymore!

[waugh-bao]

Keith reacting to Charlie’s snare flourish during Start Me Up (1982)

[thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her]

As an autistic person, I can't stop thinking about autistic!van x autistic!reader and helping each other with struggles and all that.

What do you think?

Hi there, also as an autistic person I absolutely adore the concept of autistic!Van x autistic!reader, so I'm gonna write these out as head-cannons, since I have many thoughts on it.

Also I am gonna elaborate more on some of these in the Van x Reader fic I have lined up, so yeah, look out for that if you're interested.

Quick disclaimer: I've only been diagnosed recently (but have pretty much known I am for the last year, I just needed stuff filled out etc, so I could finally have a proper diagnosis), so I'm pretty new at understanding my autistic traits, and if they are to do with my autism or are just me in general, so this is gonna be based off my own experiences and what I've seen about autistic traits.

Also I may have accidently integrated dating head-cannons or general Van head-cannons, since I couldn't really tell the difference, so enjoy those as well if there are any.

@zhivaxo @kyleeservopoulos

*****

🧡Autistic!Adult!Van Head-Cannons🧡

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Food:

Safe/Comfort Foods: PB and J's, Donuts, Cinnamon Rolls (any pastries really), Pretzels, Pop Tarts (doesn't really have a favourite flavour but absolutely hates the strawberry ones, although that could just be me deflecting), Chocolate Chip cookies, Twizzlers.

That sort of stuff.

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When you went through a baking/cooking hyper-fixation (or bake/cook in general), you made sure all the recipes catered to both of your food preference's.

This includes the time you made huge batches of different types cookies, (chocolate chip, which Van loved the most, was the main favourite) and you now make them for her when she gets sad to cheer her up.

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She also carries a pouch of sour gummy bears wherever she goes (as a grounding technic I guess), in case she gets anxious or overwhelmed when she's not at home (which I do and it works every time, in case people wanna do that and know how well that works).

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Media:

Watches video tapes of her favourite shows/movies from the 90's to help comfort her when she goes non-verbal and when she occasionally has meltdowns over different things (usually things that upset or stress her out).

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She loved horror movies pre-crash (she still does a bit, but prefers not to since she's already kind of lived through one), and would watch them religiously (Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Hellraiser, Evil Dead, The Shining, etc).

She also watched Scream 1 and 2 once everyone got rescued, to catch up in a way, but realised that horror movies didn't feel the same as before.

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Definitely listens to vinyl records and cassette tapes of bands/singers she listened to pre-crash (I imagine her listening to ABBA, The Clash, Queen, Blondie, The Cure, Nirvana maybe, that sort of music), and that helped her cope after everyone was rescued and help her in general when she's under or overwhelmed.

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I also think she'd be a bit of a secret Swiftie (only you and maybe a couple others knowing that she is), more of a Fearless, Speak Now and Folklore Swiftie compared to her other albums, but still doesn't mind them.

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Plays retro games she grew up with/genuinely finds interesting (Pac-Man, Super Mario, Tetris, Sonic the Hedgehog etc) to reset her mindset when she's overwhelmed (also maybe as a little bit of a regression).

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General Autistic Traits/Head-Cannons:

She hates the noises of fireworks and thunder/lightning (since they remind her of the crash and almost being turned into a human marshmallow, twice), so she has to wear noise-cancelling headphones during firework displays and storms, but loves lying in bed watching the actual sparks of them.

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This girl is prone to bumps and scrapes, so an extensive, assorted collection of plasters/band-aids (whatever you call them) is necessary.

Animal ones, flower ones, food ones, cartoon ones, even plain white ones that she loves letting you doodle on.

You name it, she's got them.

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She always used to make sure, before she opens the store and after she closes for the day, that the video tapes she has in her store are stacked right alphabetical and genre.

You even made signs saying "Please put back where you found them" that you put up around the tape displays, to help out with it so Van doesn't stress or overthink about it too much.

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Sunday's in the store are usually very quite, so she dedicates that day for restocking whatever needs restocking (I don't really know how that stuff works, so imagine what you will), which tends to be stressful. So you always make sure you have her favourite snacks, drinks, music and movies (maybe even a cold case of beer if she needs it), are on hand at the end of the day, just in case she needs them at the end of the day to cool off.

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As seen in the show (which I also do), she uses film/tv show quotes during conversations, and mixes them up when she gets upset or overwhelmed.

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Definitely has a pack of sticky notes and several pens in her back pocket at all times as a communication system in case she goes non-verbal.

She even uses them to write small notes with love hearts on around the house, sometimes even in your bag, which she insists is necessary (for reasons she changes or adds on to each time you talk about it).

*****

This took a lot longer then I thought it would, but I hope you enjoyed reading and I'll see you in the next one.

-Harlow

[barrysmanbun]

Barry NSFW Alphabet

A/n: this was not planned and therefore is not edited

~

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Getting you a cool washcloth to wipe you down with, while whispering to you soothingly about how good you were. Small kisses on your forehead and cheek. Just laying there to catch your breath for a while afterward, probably smoking a joint as you do.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Barry’s favorite part about himself is his hands. From his time in the army to working as a mechanic to rolling joints every day his hands have had a lot of practice with skilled, steady movements. If you catch my drift.

His favorite body part on his partner is really anything he can grab onto. Your hips: pulling you in for a hug or squeezing them to get your attention when you’re talking to someone else. Your thighs: pulling you towards him while he sits in his chair so you can stand between his legs, making it all the easier to kiss you. Your ass: cupping it and lifting when you’re kissing just so he can hear that little half-moan he loves so much. Your breasts: massaging them while you leisurely make out on his bed, too high and too hot to move any faster.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to come on you, painting your stomach or your thighs. Just seeing it on you gives him this sense of pride and satisfaction. His favorite place to come on you, though, is you face. When you let him it is nearly enough to get him riled again, fiercely pleased that he gets to mark you in such a way.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Barry has been thinking about fucking you since before you even talked to him for the first time. The first time he saw you he took one look at you and was imagining bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you into oblivion. The talking stages was arguably his best shows of restraint in his entire life, and by the time you guys finally got to the sex stage of your relationship he had enough fantasies he wanted to act out to fill an entire notebook.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Barry is fairly experienced in the sex part of your relationship, having multiple casual partners in the past, but when it comes to the romantic part of your relationship he has no idea what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He knows it’s very vanilla of him but he thinks missionary is the best. Best access to everything he wants, your breasts, your clit, your lips, and he gets to see your face. Besides, there are so many different positions just within missionary that you guys can do to keep things interesting. His second favorite position would have to be when you ride him, specifically when he gets to sit up when you ride him Once again because he gets access to everything and it’s so much easier to see your face.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Barry is serious at the moment but only to keep the moment intimate. He can have a good laugh about things and will sometimes chuckle to himself when you do something cute or say something naive.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave but he keeps it short. And the carpet definitely matches the drapes, dark with a little bit of a curl.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very intimate, slow and sweet and romantic, but it depends heavily on his mood. If he hasn’t seen you in forever and he missed you more than he was horny he would definitely be very romantic about it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was a single bachelor living alone he would probably jerk off once or twice a week, but otherwise he would get a girl for that. And on the days he knows he won’t be seeing you for a while he will definitely do it just so he can send teasing pics for phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Begging: Barry loves to get you to the point that you’re begging for him to finally fuck you or finally let you cum, just knowing you need him that bad is better than any high he could get from drugs. And it’s just so pretty when you get so desperate that one tear rolls down your face.

Choking: No matter the sex position, chances are Barry has his hand on your throat, just tight enough for you to feel it.

Bondage: Handcuffs, a tie, a piece of loose fabric, your own panties, even his own hands, he loves having that much control over you. Able to do anything to you, and you can’t even resist. Plus, he loves the sight of you pulling at your restraints with the need to touch him as he brushes his fingers along your chest and abdomen to make you squirm.

Knife & gun kink: though Barry would never hurt you just knowing he has the power too, and that you trust him not to, arouses him to no end.

Exhibitionism: this is very loose because while Barry does not want to let other people see the two of you having sex, having sex in public places (on the side of a back road with you bent over his motorcycle) or with people in the next room (asking you to help him with something in his room and then having a quickie while his customers wait in the living room because he just couldn't wait anymore)

Marking: Barry loves seeing his mark on you, hickies across your neck and chest, bruises in the shapes of his fingertips on your hips and thighs, and wearing his clothing out in public or around the house.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

You guys have fucked on every surface in his house and yours, on probably every back road, on his bike, on the beach, everywhere you can think of you and Barry have most definitely fucked there. But his favorite is probably the bed because then you guys can relax without worrying about getting caught afterward.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves to feel you run your fingers through his hair in any situation: while he rests his head in your lap, while you kiss him, while you sit in his lap. It’s relaxing and he catches himself letting his eyes slide shut and his head lull back but when you add just a little tug it immediately gets his engine revving.

He loves seeing you in his clothes, when you walk around in just his shirt or his sweatpants, or leaving the house before he wakes up and returning home and he sees you wearing clothes that are obviously his and he knows you went out and other people saw you in his clothes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Blood play or cuckolding. Barry doesn't want to share you (except with maybe one stuck-up kook who shall not be named) and he also doesn't want to hurt you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Barry loves receiving, loving the sight of you on your knees in front of him, but he also loves giving. His partner's pleasure is just as important to him as his own and he loves showing off his skills (how quickly he can make you come with just his tongue)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Barry is usually fast and rough. This boy has lots of pent-up anger, on top of never being able to get enough of you. But sometimes he gets into these romantic moods (that you're forbidden to tell anyone about) where he just wants to take his time pleasuring you, drawing it out as long as he can.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. He prefers normal sex but he'll take a quickie if that's all he can get.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's down to experiment with almost anything. He has a lot of experience and knows what he's doing so I doubt you'll be introducing anything he hasn't heard of but he'll still love to try it out with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for one or two rounds and then he needs to give his dick some time to recuperate. But that doesn't mean his mouth and hands are out of business.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't really mind toys one way or another. He's not so insecure that he refuses to have them but he also knows that he doesn't need them to get you off so having toys is totally up to you and what you want to try.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease but he cannot take it when you tease him back. He'll tease you all day, whispering dirty words in your ear, telling you what he wants to do with you, slapping your ass as he walks by or secretly groping you while you kiss or hug. But the second you start teasing him he's on the edge of his seat.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not particularly loud, with groaning and grunting and lots of swearing. He actually goes quiet when he cuts, tensing up and squeezing his eyes shut and then afterward he swears and rolls over to lay next to you on the bed.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

To elaborate on 'T' he cannot take teasing at all. If you try to tease him he'll catch your wrist and give you a warning look. The more you try the more aggravated he'll get till he pulls you away from whatever you're doing/whoever you're talking to so he can fuck you in the nearest empty room.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A little above average length, about 6 ½ inches, and moderately thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty average. It gets higher when he doesn't see you in a while or if you're being particularly bratty but otherwise it's average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He waits until you've fallen asleep, making sure you're cuddled up to his chest, then he allows himself to fall asleep as well.

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[creativesplat]

Oooo let’s do Revali! ✌🏻

Revali, as my favourite BoTW character, might be quite a long post... 😅

What I love about him:

He’s badass and hardworking and very cool. I find his snideness a little irritating, but it is part of his charm. He’s a candid upfront person not afraid to speak his mind, and not afraid of the consequences when he does. Revali also manages to have faith in his abilities and understand that he is perhaps one of the strongest (if not the strongest) champion out of the lot of them (although Urbosa could give him a run for his money), and simultaneously be terrified of failure and incredibly insecure in himself and his strength. I’m not quite sure how he does it, but it is fascinating. I suppose his ego flip-flops? He struggles with his place in the world and chases perfection that he can never have, and wants to be a hero, the hero, everyone loves and looks up to. I can’t quite work out if its to prove some disappointed/ disapproving person in his life wrong, or to make someone in his life proud of him. He might just be doing it for himself, but usually there’s something deeper in a person. Revali doesn’t want to be weak and he doesn’t want to be cared for, and is afraid of vulnerability and of love, which is something that the found family vibe of the Champions probably breaks down, at least a little bit. 

All of this is inference and presumption though, since it’s fairly difficult to truly understand a character who got very little screen time in a video game. 

I also love how young he is (around the same age as Mipha, Link, and Zelda according to Urbosa), because it gives an interesting angle to his character. I thought he was a little older than the other three before reading that, because he seemed like an immature 30 something (rather than a mature 18-20 something), and it makes his duty-bound grown-up-ness around the other characters (aside from Link) quite interesting. He, like Link and Mipha (Mipha, as a Zora, is around this age, and is mentally the same stage of development) (I won’t put Zelda here since she is 17, rather than 18-20), are barely adults (around 18/19) and required to fight a war against an evil that they all know barely anything about. They are all forced into a responsibility that they are probably far too young for, and it heightens the tragedy of these characters, who were brutally killed, after only just starting adulthood. It also makes his immature rolling eyes at Link and huffing angrily etc. in cutscenes more tolerable. Most people aren’t all that mature at 18-20. 

What I hate about him:

The dude is just such a grating person. He is a jerk and sometimes I want to hurl something at his head and tell him to shut it! He’s so mean to Link… It is intrinsic to him as a character, but sometimes he really needs to shhhh! 😂

Favorite Moment/Quote: 

This is quite a hard one, I really like the DLC memory with Revali because it's a very different side to him than previously shown, he’s upset and vulnerable and angry, and then Zelda announces her presence, and he’s back to his usual bravado filled smugness. We get to see that the cockiness is actually (at least partially) a facade to hide his fear and his self-criticism. I also love talking to him on Medoh, whilst Link is trying to free him and the Devine Beast, he warms up to Link and they grow together, so I can't really decide!

What I would like to see more focus on:

As far as I can tell, Revali is the only champion who isn’t of noble birth. He isn’t the son of the captain of the guard (Link), he isn’t a princess (Mipha and Zelda), he isn’t a cheiftess (Urbosa), and he doesn't have high standing within his domain as a magical and gifted person (Daruk). He’s just a normal ordinary Rito, even his rather minimalist diary, that says very little of note, particularly in comparison to the other champions' diaries, elaborates on this. One sentence I found particularly interesting in that regard was this:

‘Everywhere I go I receive praise and affirmations that I am the pride of the Rito. I...could get used to this.’

The phrase ‘…could get used to this’ (particularly after an ellipsis) implies that previously it wasn’t the case. Revali didn't get praise or affirmation from others until very recently (at the time of him writing the entry). Wether he was ignored or shunned by others, he was a commoner, rather than a noble or royal or of high social standing. 

I guess what I previously talked about, the fact that he is the same age as Link (who is between 18/19 - 20 (Creating a Champion states this)) and therefore quite a young man when the calamity hits, would be interesting to focus on… I’m not sure how one would do that though… 😅

What I would like to see less focus on:

One thing is his attitude. There’s a lot of stuff how arrogant and angry he is all the time (and he is an arrogant angry birb, it’s true) but there’s not a lot of focus on the other parts of him, and I don’t actually think he’s all that arrogant.

The other champions have statues (with the exception of Urbosa, who has no commemorating items aside from the Thunder Helm), and Revali has a landing that was made to get to the Flight Range, which was constructed so that he could improve himself and help the children of his village. The other champions have things commemorating them, and how great they were (which is a good thing, don’t get me wrong, Mipha and Daruk deserve a statue) but Revali has a landing that advances Link in his quest and helps people, only the name (and maybe the Rito insignia that was on his old scarf) signify the fact that it’s for Revali. It wasn’t even originally built for Revali, but for the Flight Range, which was Revali’s choice when asked what he wanted done to commemorate his victories and success.

Here’s the quote from Creating a Champion about it:

‘The Flight Range was originally constructed at Revali’s request. Using its updrafts it is possible to practice archery and flying. Revali wanted to nurture the next generation of warriors, and later opened the Flight Range as a practice space for children.’

Actions speak louder than words, and from Revali’s actions I don’t really see a snobby angry puffed up Rito who’s a real fan of himself, I see a man that cares deeply about his people, about children, and about creating infrastructure that helps. Yeah, he’s a bit grating and he sounds like a puffed up jerk, but when push comes to shove, Revali genuinely cares about the greater good and the betterment of the Rito.

Favorite pairing with:

Mipha. I can’t really see him with anyone else, and even then Mipha belongs with Link, so I suppose a pining sort of Miphvali? Tbh, I don't really ship him with anyone, maybe in an au he would work well with Mipha, but idk.

Favorite friendship:

Link and Revali. No question. I know there’s little basis for it actually in canon (at least pre-calamity), since Revali despises Link because of festering insecurity, but there are little hints of bro-ish bantering sibling vibes. His relationship with Link is a bitter one-sided sibling rivalry born from insecurity and self loathing that blossoms into a genuine friendship and familial care. His growth with Link actually mirrors a more personal one I went through with my own sister, I loved that friendship because it’s something I can really identify with.

NOTP:

Following on from that, RevLink. They are friends with a grudging sibling dynamic and genuine care for each other, that's it (IMO). Revali’s story is one that he starts and finishes on his own, independently. RevLink eliminates what little agency Revali as a character already had and makes him just a dude who doesn’t want to admit his feelings about love.

Revali's story in BoTW is about hard work paying off, about perfectionism and realising your own limits, it’s about accepting a back seat and doing the behind the scenes work even if you want to be in the spotlight, it’s about tragic inevitability and the cruelty of fate, it’s about destiny ignoring the hard working little guy who wants to be chosen, and it’s about the unfairness of war and the cost of victory, it’s also about supporting your teammates, and working at friendships, and about laying yourself aside for the greater good. It is not a story of pining love and accepting yourself. It’s much deeper and more profound than that, and that’s why I’m not a fan of RevLink. The dynamic might work, they might even be a cute couple, but story-wise it damages Revali and the impact he had on the world (IMO).

I’m also not a fan of UrbosaXRevali but that one doesn’t impact the story, it just isn’t something I like.

Each to their own, but personally nether of those are for me.

Favorite headcanon:

Well, I have a few, but I’m going to go with these two (they're little weird and about fashion history and more the Rito in general, but bare with... 😅): The developers said that they were going for a more medieval European clothing style for the Rito, and they did, it looks great, but they may have accidentally given the Rito corsets. So, I made a head-canon to fit exactly that, to make it have purpose rather than just being an artistic choice. The pattern on the leather Revali wears is similar to the boning in a corset, and the stitching on the other Rito’s leather clothing (Teba’s in particular) matches a 18/19th century corset. I like to think that these are worn for the usual reason for wearing a corset, posture correction, back support, and support of the chest. Corsets used to be what women would use to support their busts before bras were invented, and since the Rito have rather large chests (in comparison to their small lower torso and little legs), a corset would be useful in supporting that. The hollow bones of a Rito (they must be hollow otherwise something of that size with such a small wingspan wouldn’t be able to fly) might make the Rito’s back require extra support, so the spine and back in general would be supported by those.

Another one of my Revali head-canons is that the Rito clothing he wears is antiquated, and shows that he lived 100 years prior to the contemporary Rito of BoTW, the fashion of BoTW’s Rito village is drastically different to what Revali actually wears: here’s a list because I came up with a little compiled list of stuffs (oh the things you do when you’re a writer and need the specifics of a piece of clothing…😂)

Revali wears Pteruges around his waist, Teba (and all the other warriors) wear a long piece of leather and two pieces of fabric ether side.

Revali has Pauldrons with only one colour, Teba (and the other Rito) have at least two (sometimes three or more) different colours on their Pauldrons

Revali wears jade anklets, and wears nothing on his feet, Teba wears armour on his feet, several anklets, and an armour like thing on his legs

There’s more, but I can’t really be bothered writing them all down here.

Anyway, thank you very much for the ask @wanderingnightingale! This was a lot of fun!! 😆 I’m so sorry about how long this was, but Revali is a very fun character to write about! Thank you for asking me about him! I love writing about my fave birb! 😁

[bellsyafterdark]

ngl I love the focus on boba and fennec and paz taking din apart and taking care of him etc etc but im r e a l l y curious to see more of like. how paz fits into the dynamic? he undoubtedly does, I just want to see how and where and elaboration on "puppy" since it's been used several times and it sounds like some truly d e l i c i o u s content 👀 also the way he seems to switch between dominant with din and submissive to the others? and not to mention how boba and fennec interact.... I just--id love to know all about this au is what im saying I guess lol. you write so damn well and your characterization and ideas all just got me like

😂💛 thank you, thank you

I wrote a whole side story for it on Twitter that I'll paste below. I tend to blurb there and only write here when it's in reply to asks.

You can imagine this is set after the published story on AO3 "something borrowed...."

I've thought about how Paz and Din's old tribe could react to learning about their new lives. How they might ask Paz, so infamously proud, how he feels about being second choice for Din's attentions.

"You are generous to think I rank so highly for his affections," Paz would say.

Because he only found Din again after the man had been taken in by Boba and Fennec, their claim clearly stated, and they were gracious to find space in their lives for Paz because Din asked. Slowly, the three alphas have grown closer in understanding and appreciation. But Paz made the decision to stay for Din; any method to keep the man in his life. He's learning to be less jealous (yearning and needy), temper his greed, crush the ache that echoes in his chest watching Din bloom, sigh and his body cry out for other people.

Paz can share.

He thinks he's convinced others and himself until the morning he wakes, senses tingling on alert, and rolls on his back to find his hands have been cuffed to the above bed rail in his sleep.

Boba and Fennec kneel at his sides, startlingly naked, gazes predatory.

"Those muscles," Fennec praises, slanting an appreciative look at Boba by Paz's other thigh.

"You're not getting out that way, pup," Boba says, voice warm.

Paz scowls at the endearment. "I am NOT your pup."

Boba's stare pins him still. "Yes, you are."

Paz's abdomen tenses under Fennec's roving hand, breathing out harshly with her possessive grope at muscle beneath the softer padding of flesh.

"And it's time you learned that if you're going to stay," Boba says. "

There's so MUCH of you," Fennec purrs to herself, a small smile.

A soft, familiar sigh catches Paz's attention and he finally notices Din reclined in one of the large seats across the room. He's watching them, skin flushed pink. His feet are planted on the chair's edge, thighs spread and his fingers swirling over the dark bud of his clit.

He's enjoying this?

Desire curls low in Paz's gut at the familiar sight. A low groan gutters out of him with the hand that closes over the slack girth of his cock, squeezing firmly.

Boba's hand pumps him, slow and strong. "Everything in this palace is mine. You understand?"

Paz swallows, glutes tensing as his cock fills quickly. Teeth close over his nipple and he gasps at the unfamiliar texture of wet, slick heat as Fennec takes an open mouthful of his pec, groaning in delight. The vibrations earn his moan, his skin lighting up under their touches.

The full muscle of his other pec is crushed under Fennec's exploring hands. She twists back to look at Boba. "I want his face."

Paz's stomach leaps in alarm until Boba orders, "The helmet stays on."

And then Fennec is prowling up Paz's body, eyes dark and smiling. "That IS his face," she purrs, narrowing Paz's world to the strong, bare thighs that straddle his buy'ce, and then darkness. A moan of pleasure shivers from her above him. "Mmm-- nice and cold," the sound is muffled by her thighs. "Did you have him ride you like this, baby?"

The words surprise him, groin tensing with the memory that yes, Paz did, and then the admission is pulled from him in an audible cry with Boba's firm upstroke, Paz's hips rising to follow it. The sound is wrenched from him, distorted by the rough modulator of his voxcoder.

"More of that noise for us, pup," Boba growls, fingers tightening to a ring beneath the head of Paz's cock, grip sliding faster. Paz's knees bend with his groaning cry, thighs openIng, and his heels drag along the mattress. "I want to hear you understand who's doing this to you."

It's confusing: the parts of Paz that want to wrench free battling with the unfamiliar swoop in his gut telling him this feels nice, pleasure sluicing over him like warm syrup at the greed in their touch and the rumble of their words. He's not used to being the recipient of that.

"... Followed that pretty pussy across the stars, didn't you?" Fennec is grinding a hypnotic rhythm back and forth across his visor, Paz's audials bringing the slick sounds of her arousal. "Would have followed him into the heart of a dying star-- just to know he's yours--"

Slickened hardness startles Paz in its slide down between his cheeks, a heart-stopping press at his rim of muscle, his heavy thigh is pushed up and back, and then he's staring into the dark of Fennec's cunt, unseeing as he's parted on searing thickness.

"Nnnngh--" The steel of the bed rail creaks under the strain of Paz's strength as he pulls, arching away from the intrusion of Boba's cock-- so full-- but the other alphas laughs, easily keeping him pinned.

"You're not the first who tried," Fennec soothes him. "They all want him."

A grinding drag against his inner walls, blinding push back in. Paz cries out at the burning frissons of pleasure.

"He's ours, you understand, pup?"

Light floods in, startling him as Fennec slides back to straddle his chest, gentle smile curving her mouth. Paz's body rocks beneath her from Boba's driving thrusts, the generous swell of Paz's chest tickling her wet folds! the local King finds his rhythm, slow and heavy, sinking deeper on every thrust.

"You want to belong to us too, baby?" Fennec croons.

Paz trembles, chest heaving. His head is spinning. He can't get enough air, his breaths loud and ragged in his helmet. With every thrust, it feels like Boba is feeding him more and more. How big is he? Is this what Din feels when Paz folds him open? Boba's next thrust makes him buck and moan. What was that?

His feet plant in the mattress thighs falling wider against Boba's hips and the other alpha rewards him with a hard snap inside, growling.

"You take orders well," Boba praises him, hands braced like iron on his hips. "I need someone to look after him when we go away."

Din did not need a guardian or protector; this is what Paz might have reminded them if Boba didn't choose that moment to fasten his grip under Paz's thick thighs and start pounding into him.

"Fuck!" Paz shouts, writhing.

Fennec's weight keeps him planted.

Boba's pace is fast, plunging into his tight channel with claiming thrusts, made slicker with the pre-cum being drawn from his cock.

Sweat beads on Boba's brow and he was snarling, "A good s-stud to keep nnnh bred an-and happy. Pound his little hole for us-- open-- keep him--"

A thin, fluting whimper of need reaches his ears: Din.

Shuddering, Paz's eyes roll, head falling back and his neck arches as Boba shifts, striking that molten spot of low burning bliss over and over.

"Fill him up 'til-- until we get back-- you can-- I know you can--" Boba panted.

God. Paz could. He could be so good for them-- for Din--

Strong, slim fingers close low on his throat. Fennec. "You close? You wanna come, baby?"

A storm of turmoil churns in Paz's chest-- submit-- don't-- the moan breaks from his chest before he can stop it, throaty, begging. His cock throbs, neglected. He wants to come so badly.

Boba growls as though in rut, low and feral. "You're gonna wait."

/fuck/

The order punches a sharp moan of lust from Paz's chest and he almost comes, surprising himself. No one had ever used him like this before. None had dared. Paz tilts his hips up when Boba pauses, breathing harshly, toes curling in the sheets.

"Come here, sweetheart," Boba says.

Paz's heart leaps with understanding before his conscious mind catches on.

The bed dips with new weight and then Din tumbles against Boba's side, clumsy with need. Boba laughs gently under his breath, brushing kisses over his forehelm.

"You're gonna climb on this. We're gonna see how far it spreads you," Boba said.

Din trembles, looking down at the intimidating girth of Paz's cock standing straight from his body.

"You're gonna let me eat you open." Fennec's fingers trail down Din's scarred chest.

Din accepts her stabilising hand and lifts a knee, straddling Paz as instructed.

"And I'm gonna show your stud how to fuck you," Boba promises, but Din may not have heard him, falling back against his chest with a high moan as Paz's cock cleaves him open on a spine-melting sink to the root, so hot, so perfect, God this was home.

Paz's eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed, desperate-- desperate not to come yet, but throbbing heat bears him open and slick, clenching muscles massage him tight-- what is he supposed to do?

His heels dig in deep and the rail above him creaks as his body pulls taut. Din cries out as Paz's hips snaps into him, pumping helplessly with the hot groan spilled from deep in his chest, shuddering at the force of his full body orgasm.

God... G od....

His pulse roars in his ears, time suspends, and when Paz comes back down to his body, Din's hand clutches his belly where Paz spilled.

His breath catches at the alphas' twin looks of disappointment.

"Oh, puppy," Fennec sighs, pushing Din's thighs wide for the view where he stretches thin around Paz's cock. "Now this is gonna hurt."

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TL;DR Paz is Boba and Fennec's stud to breed Din for their amusement, their bull to keep him full, and they enjoy domming tf out of him to remind him of the pecking order (and sometimes just because, as a treat)

[devildomdoofus]

“Wheely Cool” - Part 2

“Wheely Cool” - Part 1 (brothers)

Author’s Note:

What a way to start off with the Undateables, huh?! I’m SO proud that it’s over Heelys... but also terrified because I‘m dreadful at writing things for them (well, the brothers too, come to think of it) 😣 it’s just.. my own headcanons for them clash with how I’d like for you guys to see them and both of those things clash wITH HOW/WHO THEY ACTUALLY ARE AND- sorry, I’m rambling and complaining 😅

But I hope you all can enjoy what I have for the Undateables so far and look forward to how I improve with them over the future! ❤️

Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THIS LOVE AND SUPPORT!! I’ll be sure to do something in return for such kindness ❤️

- DevildomDoofus

👹Diavolo:

Heelys, you say? How very interesting. Please, do elaborate!

If there was a unique invention from the human world and you were interested in it, he was interested. Especially when they seemed so fascinating! Shoes with wheels that pop in and out? Incredible! He had to know more!

When you were telling him about the shoes, the history behind them, their integration into ‘pop culture,’ the memes about them, etc., he was hanging on to your every word.

Yes, he knew about roller skates and rollerblades, but not Heelys. Heelys were a different ballpark. But by the three realms he was going to try them for himself!

Immediately, he had Barbatos order him Akuzon truck loads of Heelys. For himself, for you, for the demon brothers, purgatory hall, the entire school, even Barbatos. He wanted EVERYONE to give them a try.

To be certain that all would participate, he issued a mandatory, all day class on Heelys, describing it as a well needed crash course on Human History.

Sometimes it’s fun being a prince.

First time with them on, he wibbled and wobbled for a few moments before finally getting a good grasp on the technique... and now, he was about to make it everyone’s problem.

Barbatos could feel a migraine approaching..

Diavolo never walked anywhere for a very, VERY long time. It was always him rolling through the doorway with a big smile on his face or scooting up to a group of his fellow, ‘higher up’ associates as their eyes grew wide at him. If he saw you wheeling through the hallways, he’d go toes up, roll your way, and high five you with a follow up of finger guns. He felt on top of the world.

Poor Barbatos had to do the same and use Heelys as his new work shoes.

Sorry Barbatos...

Diavolo thanked you for showing him this whole new world with even more truck load of deliveries of Heelys/Heelys accessories.

⏳Barbatos:

Sincerest apologies, but what might these Heelys be?

Showing him the pair that you had, you explained what they were in full detail and hoped that such a thing didn’t come off as ridiculous to an ancient demon butler who’s probably seen some pretty strange, human inventions over the years... maybe this wouldn’t sound so strange after all?

Unfortunately, it did, but it was for the same reasons as some of the other demons. He saw no use for such a thing when his own pair of feet worked just fine and he had incredibly powerful abilities involving time... needless to say, he’s a punctual man.

except for that ONE time

Heelys serve him no purpose.

He respectfully declines using them himself but is delighted that you have such a unique hobby. Plus, he thinks you look rather charming and happy, wheeling about wherever you pleased.

It made him happy too.

However, Diavolo inevitably caught wind of your cool, new pair of shoes and wanted to be involved.

Which led to Diavolo getting himself a pair.

and that led to him forcing Barbatos to do the same.

At first, they were highly inconvenient as they certainly didn’t allow him to go about his duties as gracefully as he did before, since there were now these chunky shoes with unsteady wheels attached to his feet.

As he was getting used to the new attire, he would often falter and spill things, break objects, or cause other types of destruction while also learning how to go about his daily routines with his shoes and feet constantly betraying him. It was a bit of a nuisance but nothing he couldn’t handle.

He’s dealt with far worse.

Over time, though, he had grown accustomed to them and somewhat appreciated their convenience when he wanted to get from point A to point B a little quicker.

Still, he prefered his original pairs of shoes because they were steady and didn’t weigh his feet down as much.

He asked Diavolo if he could return to his original attire. Diavolo allowed it but with a big pout on his face.

Barbatos thanked you for teaching him about Heelys and was honored to be a part of such an experience.

Just, please... don’t ask him to do it again.

🕊Simeon:

Sorry? Heelys? What does that mean?

Ahhh, how interesting. Humans come up with some of the most strangest and fascinating things.

He observed with curious eyes and an intrigued smile on his face as you explained and then demonstrated what Heelys were. He took the pair you offered him and examined them thoroughly. Finally, he looked back to you and asked politely, “May you teach me?”

Once he laced himself up and straightened out, you took his hand and led him forward, teaching him the ways of Heelys. Whenever he’d start to wobble, he’d chuckle a bit and then apologize for gripping your fingers so tightly.

Eventually, Simeon got the hang of them and could scoot around on his own as gracefully as he walked.

Luke watched as his fellow angel rolled around with his toes up and eyed him in awe... and a little bit in jealousy.

Of course, you had to get Luke a pair and teach him.

Before long, you three could be seen scooting down hallways, up and down streets, and doing little tricks all over the place. Wherever you went, you rolled.

And it made the brothers become green with envy

Or in this case, orange.

Simeon enjoyed Heelys enough to buy all three of you a matching set that had miniature angel wings on the sides of the shoes and wheels that lit up yellow, imitating the brightness of a halo.

He appreciated that you shared something like this with him and Luke and hoped that it would bring you three closer together.

👼🏻Luke:

Huh? Is that a human thing?

Whoa, no way!!

To say that he was shaking with excitement as you demonstrated what Heelys were, would be an understatement. The way you wheeled around so effortlessly and how cool you looked doing it? It made him want a pair of his very own.

He felt and looked like a kid on Christmas.

Please, please, please, PLEASE teach him?!

He eagerly slipped on some Heelys and waited impatiently for your demonstration. You pointed your toes up on one foot and pushed off with the other, letting it follow suit once you got some speed. Luke watched and tried his best to imitate it, but slipped and fell to the ground.

Ugh! It was too hard! and you made it look so easy...

This time, you took both of his hands in yours and told him to lift his toes up enough to let the wheels do the work as you pulled him along.

Hey! He’s doing it, he’s really doing it!

After a few attempts, he was able to move on his own, for the most part, and could even do basic turns.

Stopping was a different story but who’s counting?

Every once in a while he’d slip or bump into things because he was going way too fast and couldn’t stop, but he was far too excited to stop.

Immediately he scooted off in a wobbly fashion to show Simeon how cool he looked.

He ended up running into him, knocking them both to the floor. Simeon just laughed because Luke looked way too adorable when he was this happy and excited.

From then on, Luke would roll wherever he wanted to go, with Simeon being close by to catch him just in case he was about to crash into something or someone.

If Simeon couldn’t be around, you were in charge of ‘Puppy Duty’. But whenever Luke would look at you with those sparkling eyes filled with pure joy because of the gift you had given him of Heelys and wouldn’t stop thanking you for them, it didn’t seem like so much of a chore anymore.

🔮Solomon:

Ahhh, a person of culture. You have Heelys too?

In that case, what would you say to a little friendly competition?

Maybe it was the sophisticated way that Solomon carried himself or the insightful way that he spoke but... you didn’t really picture Solomon as a Heelys kind of guy?

Then again, this is Solomon we’re talking about. He probably has a Skipit, a Furby, Moon Shoes, and who knows what else, hidden away somewhere... you bet he had a Nokia, for sure!

Still, how did he know about Heelys in the first place?

The more you came to know of Solomon, the less it felt like you actually did.

So about that competition...

Fine, but what of the wager?

Solomon smirked and suddenly a feeling of uneasiness settled in your stomach.The words left his lips and you went stiff.

A date?!

Whatever could the counter wager be?!

A week with unlimited use of all of Solomon’s powers, huh?

DEAL.

You two stationed yourselves at one end of a very long hall with Asmo standing just ahead, two silk clothes in his hands, held above his head to imitate the ‘initiator’ at a drag race. The brothers, Simeon and Luke, even Diavolo and Barbatos showed up to watch how the race would unfurl.

Asmo gave the signal and off you went, making your way towards the finish line. Within seconds, Solomon started catching up to you and soon got a few feet ahead.

A date with the sorcerer was a couple of meters away and you were getting nervous.

That’s when a jealous Mammon panicked and pretended to faint, falling right onto Solomon’s side of the hall and dragging an angry Levi along with him. Solomon was about to hop over them with ease until he saw Beelzebub reaching for a piece of candy that was tossed out by Belphegor and had to put on the breaks to swerve around, slowing him down.

You were now catching up.

Still ahead of you, though, and getting closer to the finish line, Solomon was making headway...

Until Satan feigned anger towards his meddling brothers and punched a giant, gaping hole in the floor, right in Solomon’s way. Having taken notice, Lucifer leaped to shield Solomon from Satan’s wrath by flying in between them and using his wings from his demon form to block Solomon’s path..for ‘protection’, of course. Solomon had no choice but to stop as quickly as he could, taking a hard tumble to the floor and letting you zoom past him.

You made it over the finish line and from the other side of the hall, Asmo shouted “MC is the winner!”

For a moment, Solomon thought he could hear all of the brothers simultaneously sigh with relief.

Well... a deal was a deal.

But that didn’t stop Solomon from wanting rematch after rematch, just waiting for the day that he wins and gets a chance at what he’s wanted for a long time...

[living-dead-parker]

Inspiration - P.P

Summary:  Request - can we Plssse get you to elaborate and maybe get a full fic (or blurb) about peter (or tom) showing the bestfriend!reader a bunch of photos of her that he uses to get off    

I decided to make this a part two to say so bc people wanted a part two and this worked out well. However, you don’t need to read Say So to understand this one. 

Warnings: mentions of sex (oral m receiving, fm sex, no protection - wrap it up bois, cum and quite a bit of it), cussing 

Word Count: 1.3k

"Thanks for the hand, pal," Peter jokes as he stands up from your bed, a playful smirk on his lips as he winks at you. This man is your boyfriend? For real?

"Hand?" you ask in disbelief. "Sir, I gave you full-on head," you tell him with faux anger. He giggles, which in turn makes you laugh. "No, I gave you the sloppiest of toppy, I gave you the slurp and succ of your life. This was more than, 'a hand' and you will treat it as such," you conclude, sitting up on your bed, playfully glaring at Peter.

Peter's doubled over in laughter, his hand moving to hold his stomach as he lets out a cry of laughter. You smile, giggling a little as he stands straight and looks over at you. He proceeds to walk over to you and he holds your chin, lifting it up so you're looking up at him. A wide grin graces your lips as he leans in and presses his to yours. You kiss back softly, melting into his touch. He pulls away a second later, pecking your nose.

"Go shower," you whisper to him. "You're stinky smell."

"How did I get so lucky?" Peter asks as he begins walking away. However, your eyes are fixated on his cute bubble butt.

"I could ask you the same, look at that ass," you call out, making Peter's cheeks go red. "God, you can feed the needy with that ass."

"Stop diminishing my character to just my ass, I have so much more to offer," he cries out from the restroom. You let out a giggle, lurching forward. "Like my fat, juicy, scrumptious, gargantuan pussy."

"Look, you have the ass for the both of us and my cooter has all the lips for the both of us, now get in the shower!"

With that, the water turns on as you hear a mix of both yours and Peter's giggles. You lie back down on your bed, and suddenly, your eyes land on it. Peter Parker's phone. Your eyes widen a little, but with a quickness, you reach over and grab the phone off the nightstand. You type in the passcode and it unlocks. Peter had given you the passcode ages ago, but back then, you would only ever get on his phone to take selfies or play games. This is different.

You're going to snoop. Not the nasty kind of snooping. Well, that could be debated, as the content will not be clean, however, the reasoning is not some toxic reason. You don't plan on looking through his texts or social media DMs or anything of that sort. You trust Peter, you have faith in him. He's never given you a reason to be concerned. There's just one thing you're really curious about.

"Alright, Parker," you voice out loud as you go to his camera roll. "What kind of stuff inspires you?"

You open the album that's titled after you, taking notice of the water droplets emoji. The first picture you see is one he took of you just a few moments ago, going down on him. "Oh Y/N Stark, you are one filthy bitch," you tell yourself as you see your lips covered in Peter's cum. You slide over a few times, as most of the most recent ones are of you giving Peter head just a few minutes ago. However, the next thing you see is a screenshot of a selfie you took on Snapchat of you in a red and blue bikini with a spider logo on it. Of course, Peter enjoyed that look.

A giggle escapes your lips as you swipe the picture. The next is a picture from a magazine you'd been in. You decided to do a little modeling for a friend's fashion magazine and you were modeling underwear. You're shirtless and covering your chest with your arms. You swipe over and see a picture of you standing in the water, a white swimsuit on. You're looking off into the distance. Then you swipe again and you're back into NSFW territory.

There's a picture of you lying on your bed, covered in Peter's cum. He sure does have a thing for seeing you covered in his cum. You don't mind getting a little filthy for him, it's all fun. You can picture this as one of Peter's most visited pictures, no doubt about it. You scroll over to see the next thing is actually a video. So, you lower the volume and press play. It's a short clip of Peter stroking himself until he cums on your chest. Geez, Parker is filthy, you think.

The next picture is from that same session. A picture of your pussy with his cock deep inside. You're on top of him in it and his hand can be seen on your hip. You swipe to the next, and it's a short clip of you moving up and down, up and down on him. Then, you scroll to see a picture of you on your knees, his cock in your mouth. Next; a picture of your tongue sticking out of your mouth, your hand wrapped around his cock and pressing the tip of it to your tongue.

You scroll again and see all the four initial pictures you saw just a couple weeks ago at Pacific Park. You scroll over to the others you haven't seen. One of them consisted of you punching a punching bag. Another was of you bending over to reach for something on the ground in the training room. There was one of you in just a bra and panties. The rest were ones you've seen because they were all pictures you send. Nudes, varying in nudity, posing, lighting, etc. You're completely nude in some, you're in just panties in others, bra in some. You stand in front of a full-size mirror in some, some are closeups on a specific part and more.

The sound of the water turning off gets your attention. You look up briefly but slowly and calmly exit the album. However, another album catches your attention. It's named after you but this one has a pink heart on it. You open it quickly and smile when you quickly scroll up and down. It's filled with pictures of the two of you cuddling, selfies at events and such, along with selfies of just you.

"Aw," you say to yourself. "He has a dirty and a clean stash," you comment as you exit the app and lock his phone. You set the phone just as he left it and you sit back down on your spot with your phone in your hand this time. As he enters the room in just his towel, you look over at him, smiling at the sight of him. God, you love him so much.

"So I was thinking," he states.

"Yes?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, I mean I was thinking in the shower about things and then I started thinking about some other stuff and it led to me getting worked up again and now I'm worst than I was when I got here."

You giggle at his rambling as you sit up. "You are such a horny bastard," you call out to him. He blushes, but you lean over and grab his hand. You pull him down onto your bed and you're quick to straddle him. He gulps as he looks up at you, humming at the sensation of your hands rubbing at his chest. However, his eyes widen when he sees you reach over and grab his phone. You smirk as you open up the camera and set it to selfie mode. You lean over and prop it up so it shows from Peter's chest, down and then you press record. "How about, we make a little movie for when you really need it?"

Peter groans as he pushes up against you. "Please," he begs as his hands move to your hips.

"Get to it, Parker."

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[entropy-game-dev]

Getting organised in 2021

Huh, me? No I mean you! You!

I'm sure many people are looking ahead to 2021, and, with the new year comes renewals of goals, habits, motivation and so forth. I'm not really about that, but I thought now would be an apt time to talk about what I've learnt over the past 2 years regarding project management and keeping motivated. 

Now, I want to preface this blog with my thoughts about the whole "productivity" thing. I make a huge, HUGE distinction between being productive at work and productive on your hobbies. The idea of productivity in the workplace can be used in a manipulative fashion, where one may work themselves to mental and physical exhaustion for the benefit of someone else. Considering most people reading this will probably be on a fixed wage (rather than commission-based), does it really make sense to push oneself harder without getting any immediate, tangible benefit from it?

So that’s my rant for the blog, I promise! Anyway, on the other hand we have productivity on your hobbies, which is a completely different matter. You get out exactly 100% of what you put into your hobby, and it'll benefit you in multiple ways. I don't think I need to sell this to you, as I'm sure most people, myself included, would love to be more productive on their own personal projects. In this blog, I'm going to be talking exclusively about this sort of productivity and how to improve it in a couple of different ways. Again, this is all stuff I've personally tried and tested, so while I am confident this approach will work for me, it may not necessarily work for you. But, you won't know until you try!! So if you're convinced and want to get motivated, read on!

I first want to talk about one's mindset, and then dive into the tools I use. The latter will provide a bit more context for the former, and in the end, the most powerful tool you have is your brain, so use it!

Training your brain

So, the biggest problem I find myself, and other people have, is how to tackle a project and starting a work session. One I start, I find it easy to get into the zone (and this comes back to the choice of tools that augment my workflow), so getting started and knowing what I'm doing is the main thing I have to tackle. 

On the broadest level, I work with a general plan that has been written up previously. This contains all the key points from start to finish, without worrying too much about the detail at this stage. There is some skill involved in identifying what constitutes a "key" point, but this all comes down to practice. For reference, if I estimate something will take a week or two to finish, that's a task. If something will take longer than that, it's more than likely several tasks, and rolling it up into one task will probably cause some decision paralysis. Anything smaller and your list will get too clogged up, and again, decision paralysis. Right, so that's your high level plan done. Cool, but not really going to help you on a day-to-day basis as this will be something to refer to between tasks.

Ok, so now you have a list of chronological tasks. Take the first one and start it. Oh, you don't know where to start? Don't worry, I'm with you. It's important to recognise the mental signs related to approaching a task. If I find myself hesitating or not looking forward to a particular task, it often means I haven't defined it well enough. That means breaking the task down into individual steps, until you're comfortable saying "yep, I can do this right now" with each dot point. Again, it'll take some practice (depending on your hobby) to visualise and write down each step, but it is definitely something that you get used to, and will save you so much time umming and aahing with your program of choice open, but not actually getting any work done. If you are finding that happens more often than not, it breaks your workflow and you can't get into the zone!

A few more general tips. It helps to be consistent with your work. Try to dedicate a regular time to your hobby and you'll find it a lot easier to get into the working mindset and the zone. Allow yourself some days off, but don't use the excuse of "not being motivated enough" as a reason to take time off. What would be better is, if you can't force yourself to, say, program, work on the art, or the sound, or design. But do it consistently! 

Be accountable as well. This means involving others as much as you can - as an example, say you want to discuss a design aspect with a friend and you'll find extra motivation to work on that aspect, and get it ready for someone else to read over. Just having that knowledge of another person looking at your work will bring it to a new level, trust me! You can also be held accountable to people you don't know! Part of the reason why I started this blog and my Twitter account was because I always have in the back of my mind while working, that it'll eventually make its way to my blog. 

Finally, if your hobby has one, make use of the community where possible - get involved and see if there are ready made templates or resources you can use. I know people like to do things without help, and I absolutely respect that, but I find that people have often gone through the same struggles as you, and will provide ways to make your life easier!

Tools of the trade

Ok so I've used a lot of different software and systems in my time, and by process of natural selection the ones that I still use today are the ones that have been most helpful for me! Here's a short list with both the specific thing I use, and in brackets, what I use it for. If you already use something similar that fill a similar role, then my suggestion is to stick with what you know:

ClickUp (Project management, checklists): This is where I keep a list of all my major tasks. You can have checklists nested in checklists which is amazing for planning, and can organise things into broad categories, and tons more. Any good project management software like Trello etc. should support this.

Google Drive (Cloud storage of other assets, easy sharing, MS office replacement): I use this to store anything that isn't code related, and to work on things simultaneously with other people. While this game is a mostly solo effort, I absolutely discuss and show a ton of stuff to my more experienced friends, who in turn provide very helpful feedback. It's much nicer and more organised than sending files through a messaging app or (heaven forbid) emails!

Bitbucket (Source control, cloud storage of code): If you code, you need this. I don't care how small your project is! Actually, smaller projects are better to learn from! Github is definitely used the most for source control, so if you like that more, use it!

Google Keep (Note taking, brain dumps): Ever had a genius idea right before bed? Same, and I use Google Keep to keep track of them. I could use Clickup in this instance but I find the app to be a bit clunky compared to Keep.

Notepad++ (Rapid notes, copypasting error messages): Notepad ++ is what I use mainly for copypasting error messages to look at later, but I also use it when I need to break down a sub-task down, or make a note to do something later without interrupting my flow. The fact that Notepad++ specificaly can have multiple tabs and will save your tabs automatically without you having to manually save it is amazing.

Good 'ol pen and paper (Scratchpad): For those REALLY hard problems that can't be solved in my head, I turn to pen and paper to get my thoughts organised. While I could use something like Notepad++, I find that being able to write and draw anywhere on the paper, and link things up with lines helps immensely to get a clear idea of things.

Summing up

Right, so, that's about it from me. If you have any questions or want me to elaborate on something I've mentioned here, feel free to leave a comment or an ask. In any case, I hope you’re feeling more motivated now, and all the best for your personal projects in 2021!

P.S. I've know I’ve been a bit quiet lately because I'm working on designing the five factions present in the demo - I can't reveal much lore about them (as those will be in logs you'll find in-game), but I will be showing off some more designs and gameplay mechanics in the near future, so look forward to it!

[magos-dominus]

FFVII: REMAKE Exists to Mock Your Pain

This is a post about Aerith Gainsborough.

If you are wondering, this is not a post about shipping.  It is also very long. 

I do talk about the love triangle from a narrative construction and game design standpoint, though. If that interests you, go ahead. If not, scroll on.

+++ Open Spoilers for FFVII (1997) and FFVII: REMAKE +++

So, my reading of FFVII’s infamous Love Triangle has always been that, in the text, there, uh…

Isn't one.

Not really.

The structure of the entire narrative and the trajectory of Cloud's and Tifa's character arcs are built around the two of them baring their vulnerabilities at each other in a rare moment of acceptance, connection, and understanding. You might argue that we never see them physically intimate, here them say those three little words, or even engage in a few PDAs, that the nature of their relationship isn’t clear.

But to be honest?

Who cares that we don’t?

Something we can learn from Good Omens is that, if two characters have to kiss or fuck or say ‘I love you’ to convince you that they’re head over heels for each other, the story is either poorly written or you don’t really understand the meaning of the word.

I have a higher opinion of this game than that, and I want to have a high opinion of you, gentle reader.

The Lifestream Sequence is the emotional climax of the game’s narrative. The rest is simply clean up and denouement. However, that fact does beg the question: "What then, is the narrative purpose of Aerith's attraction to Cloud?"

To start, it's not a connection to Zack Fair, given that in the OG he's more plot device than person. So, what is it then?

I'd argue, that through a combination of incident and design, the Triangle exists at the crux of two competing narrative threads, held in tension by the fact that, as an audience, we share our perspective with the POV character, Cloud in this instance, and the plot works through him to us, most of the time. These two narrative threads are:

Establishing and foreshadowing Cloud's romantic feelings for Tifa as present and important to him and his character.

Getting the audience, not Cloud, to fall in love with Aerith Gainsborough.

If you’ll allow me to put my Doylist hat on for a moment, I have some trivia for you.

As an interesting hiccup of human psychology, the wad of soggy bacon that is your brain is incapable of distinguishing, on an emotional level, between real people and fictional ones. This is why you can start to feel like, after watching the same streamer or listening to the same podcast for long enough, you might start to feel like the hosts are your friends, even if you logically know that isn't true. It is the fundamental psychological reason fiction can resonate with us, despite us knowing it’s, fundamentally, an entertaining lie. Video games, as an interactive medium, can dig into this phenomenon like no other form of storytelling. With Aerith, you might have spent 20 to 30 hours with her by the time you get to the Forgotten Capital. You’ve laughed and fought and maybe cried with her across two continents and a trio of plot arcs. She’s a person the audience has, via Cloud, shared a whirlwind, globe-spanning adventure.

The reason that its her death, out of all the other fictional deaths we’ve experienced, out of all the deaths within FFVII itself, that hurts the most, is because that, by the time she leaves the Temple of the Ancients on her own, she doesn’t just feel like Cloud’s friend.

Its over just when she feels like she’s become yours.

Not content to simply to explore the grieving process of its own characters, FFVII reaches out to take something from you, and have you grieve with them.

A recurring and oft-pointed-out design decision is the empty space left by Aerith after she dies. Holes in group formations, gaps in menus, etc. Places where she used to be. A reminder of the loss, or more optimistically, a commentary on how she’s still with the party in spirit.

I would argue that it might just as easily be you in that space. AVALANCHE is a rag-tag group of misfits bound together by their grief, and when you leave the Forgotten Capital, you’ve been blooded. You’re trauma-bonded to the group now, and you’re all there, shoulder-to-shoulder to do right by your fallen friend.

It’s a gimmick that appears on the ludic level as well. Cloud’s various panic attacks, out-of-body experiences, and struggles for control are experienced by the audience through the mechanics. Sephiroth manipulates Cloud by disrupting, blocking, and limiting your connection to him. he isn’t just denying Cloud agency, he’s reaching out through the fourth wall to deny you your own.

To personally victimize you.

Once you leave the Forgotten Capital, the dialogue choices vanish. You are no longer Cloud’s co-pilot. The trauma and grief has severed that connection you had with him. You can’t do anything to help or guide him anymore. He’s on his own and you, along with Tifa, have to watch him slip out of your grasp and into the hands of an enemy all three of you are powerless to fight.

Final Fantasy VII isn’t a video game.

Final Fantasy VII is an elaborate mouse trap masquerading as a late-90′s JRPG, and Aerith Gainsborough, part-time human, full-time hello kitty monster truck, is an insidiously crafted piece of fine Swiss Gouda. It is designed, from script to visuals to music, to fill your heart to bursting and then run it over with a sixteen-wheeler; then leave you reeling for long enough that you don’t hear the tell-tale crunch of rubber-on-asphalt as it backs up over your pulped torso for good measure.

Which brings us to REMAKE. Namely, why did they cut a lot of scenes from the OG’s script that heavily featured Aerith flirting with Cloud? Or suggested there might be something there, between them, to the audience? It’s for the same reason that Sephiroth no longer has his trademark slow-burn rise to the center of the stage.

Those plot points no longer served their narrative purpose.

REMAKE is, functionally, a pseudo-sequel. A retelling that exists in conversation with a past version of itself, and is constructed with the assumption that the audience is, at least passingly, familiar with its legacy. 

Sephiroth doesn’t get a mysterious build-up because everyone already knows who he is and what he’s about, he and Aerith are familiar with at least a broad-strokes version of the script because the audience already knows it by heart, Cloud gets headache flashbacks of scenes from the OG when we see something we know will be picked up down the line, and Aerith isn’t pushed as hard as a love interest to the audience because we’re already attached to her at the hip.

Aerith seemingly knows about her fate, and while the game leans heavily on suggesting Tifa and Cloud’s shared romantic feelings, even moreso than the original did in this segment, it still holds space for Cloud to pursue Aerith, should you choose. However, she all but talks past him and directly to the audience in her Chapter 14 Resolution scene, warning us away and signposting an oncoming tragedy so that we might brace for it when the time comes and spare us any unnecessary pain.

Her character development gets fast tracked too, through knowledge granted from the Arbiters, she grows quickly towards her late-disk-one identity as the Last Ancient. She gets a piece of the closure with Zack she might get at the Gold Saucer on her date with Cloud, a chance to say goodbye to the last bit of her normal life before she was able to fully embrace the fact that it was gone. She even gets the closing speech this time, last words usually reserved for the protagonist.

But that’s what she is at the end of REMAKE, isn’t it? The only one on the same playing field as Sephiroth and the only one who might be on the same page as the audience. Equal parts the Aerith that just left Midgar and the Aerith that we saw leave for the Forgotten Capital back in 1997, on a mission to protect her friends from the danger that lay on the path she knew she had to walk. 

All of us now get to walk that path on more time.

Maybe this time we’ll get to walk it with her. Maybe this time we’ll get that happy ending. Hell, maybe Zack makes it out fine too and we get that heartfelt reunion our hearts bled for when finished Crisis Core. Maybe yours is still bleeding.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

The Arbiters subplot exists to taunt us with these possibilities, to roll back our grief from acceptance to bargaining to denial, if we ever reached those stages to begin with. I can almost see our girl getting to go home this time, safe and happy and surrounded by her newfound misfit family, free of the crippling loneliness that’s haunted her entire life.

But to be honest?

All I can see is a better mouse trap.

[silvormoon]

Boueibus and Christmas Shopping

Atsushi - He's a big fan of homemade gifts. His friends tend to get boxes of cookies or fudge he made himself, or little crafts he's put together over the course of the year. He also puts together gift basket affairs filled with things like hats/gloves/scarf sets, tins of tea, artisan soap and candles, fancy honey or herbed oil... He's not the most creative or exciting when it comes to gifts but it's always heartfelt.

Yumoto - Tends to have trouble working out what people actually want, even when they tell him, because if he doesn't want a thing then why would you? Frequently gives his friends plushies or candy, because in his world, no one can have too much candy.

En - Is the master of "I had no idea I wanted this thing or even that it existed. I did not know I needed one of these until now."

Io - Buys surprisingly expensive presents. He does, however, research the dickens out of every single purchase. If he is going to buy you a thing, he is going to make darned sure ahead of time that 1) you actually want the thing, that 2) he has found the best possible instance of that thing, and 3) he is getting the best deal available on the thing. If he knows you need a new winter jacket, then he will spend days doing extensive market research and choose one based on warmth, durability, and your personal sense of style, and then wait months if necessary for a really good sale.

Ryuu - Always up to date with the newest, hottest trend. Whatever that thing is that everyone is standing in line for this year? He got you one, somehow. Also has a good eye for clothes. Even if it isn't something you would have picked for yourself, it will always look good and fit perfectly.

Akoya - Adores shopping. Frequently buys so many gifts he winds up taking a few back, or just stashing them away to be given at some other occasion, and then forgets about them until he finds them in the back of the closet one day and decides to give you a random Christmas gift in the middle of April.

Arima - Somehow he knows exactly what you wanted, even if you didn't tell him. Doesn't matter if it's limited edition, out of print, one of a kind, only available in some other country... whatever it is, he knew where to find it. Plans his shopping the way a general plans his battles, and keeps his plans even more secret.

Kinshiro - Swears that he's going to get everyone practical gifts, things they actually need. Gets all his shopping done well in advance, and then after he's done, he'll see something and think, "Atsushi/Arima/Akoya/etc. would love that" and buy it on impulse. People he likes a lot tend to end up with a lot of presents by the time gift-giving season rolls around.

Aki & Haru - They are making up for all the Christmases they missed while they were in space. Every year they throw an elaborate party and give out tons of presents - often pretty offbeat stuff, since they missed some socialization in terms of "what is an appropriate thing to give to somebody" but the occasion is generally a lot of of fun if only for the novelty value. Their hectic schedule means they don't always have a lot of time to shop, so every Christmas tends to involve a certain amount of panic as they scramble to find the best gifts in the shortest time possible.

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How Rowan/Rose met Ilias

Oof so I had some headcanon on how Rowan (AKA Rose) (I’ve been fiddling with her, sorry, hence the messing around with the name) ran into Ilias

and that was BEFORE I found out who Ilias USED TO BE INVOLVED WITH HOLY SHIT and now this encounter looks a whole lot more terrifying yikes.

But here it is -- what happened to Rowan after leaving the Tremere, and how she ran into Ilias and started crushing on him.

So -- Rowan was the name of the Tremere whose identity my Salubri took on when she went to the New World. Obviously, that identity’s last name is not Elensdottir, but I had to differentiate her from ESO!Rowan as they’ve become two entirely different characters. After a while Rowan was tired of lying to herself about her ability to one day bring back the Salubri, and had learned -- she felt -- everything she could learn with the Tremere without risking exposure by using her abilities.

So she left. She wrote a letter to Strauss and left it in her room in the Chantry, telling him the truth of who she was and what she’d uncovered about her clan in the process of being with the Tremere, and left it behind. She wasn’t going to risk telling him in person. She hoped that maybe Strauss wouldn’t bear her such ill-will he’d kill her on sight, and that maybe she’d plant a little seed of doubt regarding the reputation of the Salubri in his mind...

... but she didn’t hold her breath. And that was why she left a letter instead of telling him in person.

Once she’d vanished from LA, she took on the name Rose d’Eleanor. Rose was the name she was born with, and d’Eleanor was in honour of her mother, with whom she’d been very close -- “of Eleanor.” She traveled around using various names and posing as a different clan here and there, but as a Salubri she was always Rose.

It was good to be Rose again.

(I like to think she met Matthew from Beckett’s Jyhad Diary. That they’d met at Castle Hunedoara, or however you spell it, and both had survived and promised to meet again. The first other Salubri she ever met, well over a century after her own Embrace. I like to think they were brother and sister.)

She traveled. She didn’t want to stay in one place too long in case she got revealed or had trouble maintaining an identity. Travel was very hard, since she couldn’t use Disciplines around other Kindred, money was very difficult to come by, and she couldn’t exactly use Protean like Elisa did whenever the sun was getting awful close to rising. She had a much harder time than Elisa did, and she had many mornings where she regretted leaving the Chantry at all and wishing she’d just kept on lying to her friends and family there because it’d mean shelter and relative safety.

But she’d burned that bridge by telling them what she was, so she couldn’t go back.

In New York she heard about Elias Athanasios’s collection of art and historical artefacts.

She didn’t have an invitation, so she broke in.

She used what Tremere magic she knew and broke into the gallery one night when it was closed to other Kindred, and used that blood magic to get around the wards.

Not all of them. Only the ones she knew how to find. Ilias noticed there was an intruder immediately and found her. I mean, dude’s nine hundred years old, he probably has a shitton of tricks Rose has never even heard of.

Now, Rose immediately went oh SHIT because she’d tried so hard to avoid pissing off other Kindred, and she just got caught by the gallery’s fucking owner no less, breaking into his gallery. Expecting her ass to get curbstomped, she stutters her apologies and promises to leave without any drama.

Ilias calmly asked Rose who she was and what she was doing there.

Rose introduced herself with one of her identities -- Jane the Caitiff. She said, she badly wanted to see the exhibition but as a Caitiff who was just passing through she could never hope to secure an invitation, so she just... thought she’d have a look herself. And again, she apologised profusely and said she never wanted to cause any trouble or conflict, she only wanted to have a look and then leave.

(She didn’t quite get to the point of begging for her life, because that would just piss off a lot of Kindred and disgust them, but it was heavily implied.)

Now, this could be totally out of character because I don’t know Ilias from anywhere other than BJD.

But in my head, Ilias offered her a tour.

I don’t know if he believed her. I’m pretty sure he would have been suspicious about her story -- what Caitiff introduces themself as Caitiff, let alone without being asked? What kindred gets confronted by another and immediately backs down and rolls over like Rose did? And he must have been certain she was breaking in to steal the artefacts, not actually look at them.

But in my head he still offered her his arm, and said he’d give her a tour.

And Rose is like... if I accept this I am TOTALLY going to get destroyed.

But, well, she thought Ilias was a Toreador who could easily outrun her if she tried to bolt (yay Celerity), and she really did want to see the historic artefacts... so she accepted. Fully accepting that yeah, he’s probably going to try and kill her at some point.

He was probably going to destroy her whether she ran or not, may as well have the tour first.

So he showed her around. Showed her the art and the historic artefacts -- noticed that she seemed most interested in the history than the art, so he directed most of his attention there, and noticed that she actually had more knowledge of history than the average Kindred. She seemed to be very well-educated, especially for a Caitiff (not that he asked, because that would be Rude and Tzimisce do not DO Rude*), so I think he quite enjoyed talking to her and teaching her -- filling in little gaps in her knowledge.

* I mean, nobody ever described torture as rude now, did they?

I think he actually found her quite fascinating. She’s allegedly a Caitiff who, for some reason, was apparently open about her identity as one (immediate thought: “she’s actually from a clan worse than Caitiff”) and has a lot of education. And when she admitted she got that education from rifling through Tremere libraries (an apparent Caitiff) that just fascinated him even more because holy shit, you broke into Tremere libraries??? (not that he said that, rather subtly encouraging her to elaborate. She didn’t.) And he found it endearing that she was quick to assure him she always put the books back in the same condition as she found them, because most Kindred wouldn’t specify that.

“Jane” clearly was on her own and valued knowledge highly. Any suspicion he had of her at first that she was incredibly dangerous ended up ebbing because she was just so sincere.

Rowan/Rose was absolutely delighted by this tour and what he taught her, and let down her guard a bit because “well he’s going to kill me anyway.”

And then he didn’t.

When the tour was over and they’d had a good long chat afterwards about his exhibition, he just took her to the door and let her out.

And she was like, “What, you’re not going to destroy me?”

And he was like, no, you’ve given me no reason to.

“I broke into your gallery. Isn’t that enough reason?”

And he points out she was quite gracious and polite, trespass notwithstanding.

So she’s... really touched. And she thanks him, and leaves.

And develops a monster crush on him whoops.

A while later she writes him a letter -- apologises about lying to him about being a Caitiff called Jane, but that it was for her own safety and that given how kindly he treated her, she honestly does truly regret lying to him. She doesn’t regret hiding the truth, because she has to for her own survival, but she does regret lying to him.

She thanks him sincerely and from the bottom of her heart for the kindness he showed her, explains her interest in history (the Salubri, especially) and gives him the letter her sire gave her. It’s old, it’s yellowed and almost falling apart, and the ink has faded quite a bit -- but it’s still legible.

Part of Rose’s letter is this part:

It’s nothing, compared to the artefacts you have. It’s just a letter from one Salubri to his orphaned childe, and isn’t important at all in a historic context.

But you thought I was Caitiff. You thought I was a clan lower than dirt, and I’d broken into your gallery, and you still showed me a tremendous amount of kindness that I’ve never, ever seen from any Kindred.

I’m giving this to you because I can never repay your kindness. I’m a Salubri constantly on the run from those who think I want to devour their souls, from those who’d kill me on sight the second they saw my third eye. I have nothing to give you. I will never be able to repay you. I will always have nothing.

But I do have this. And this means everything to me, just as your kindness did -- and so I repay you the best way I can. The only way I can.

I know it must be worthless to you, but it means the world to me. So please take care of it. It’s falling apart because over the years, there have been periods where I haven’t been able to preserve it properly, preserve it as it deserves, but if you decide to keep it I know you can treat it right.

Thank you, Elias. For everything.

Rose d’Eleanor

Clan Salubri

(childe of etc etc etc)

Again, dunno if it’s in or out of character... but in my head Ilias was actually deeply touched that she gave it to him, because even though it’s no magical artefact it was obviously such a personal thing, and also a little disturbed and sad that she’s so unused to kindness that her first response to being shown any is to throw at him the thing that means most to her in the entire world.

And in my head he preserves it in glass and puts it in his gallery, along with the letter she wrote him. Strauss will see it one day and be like “hang on a sec, I know that name...”

also it pisses off Aisling Sturbridge so that’s just another bonus of putting it in his gallery

Again, I’m probably taking liberties with his character, but I think it inspires Ilias to start looking at historical artefacts from a personal perspective, afterwards. Like instead of just collecting art and the Big Important Artefacts, he starts collecting things like letters and keepsakes of Kindred who are long gone, making history a little more personal.

and I like to think that having those letters in his gallery plants a bit of a dormant seed in the Kindred community. A seed that says “maybe the Salubri aren’t what the Tremere made them out to be.” A seed that says, “hey, you guys, remember how the Tremere are utter bastards? Maybe they’re the bastards here yet again!”

anyway that was BEFORE I found out that he was Sascha’s lover and that he’s probably just as fucking evil deep down, at which point I peed a little on Rose’s behalf. WOO. BECAUSE THE ONLY THING ALMOST AS TERRIFYING AS BEING STUCK IN A ROOM WITH SASCHA VYKOS IS BEING STUCK IN A ROOM WITH SOMEONE WHO WAS IN LOVE WITH THEM YIIIKES.

Oh Rose, of course you fucking glommed onto someone who might be genuinely horrible because they were nice to you.

and now I’ve made myself really really sad, because the whole Salubri lot in unlife is sad. :(