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novaonhere · 1 year ago

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Quiet Nights

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: Cal has a dream that totally goes against the Jedi code. During his panic, you come to check on him and find him in a comprisable position.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: ITS SMUT TIME FOLKS, 18+, oral f! receiving, no condom, cussing, choking (duh the force?)

A/N: Delicious, I drank a full 32 oz of water after this

Prompt: Imagine your OTP where one of them had a dream about the other person and tries to act normal, but fails miserably, so the other one notices and gets curious about what the dream was about.

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You yawn, filling up your cup with water from the bathroom sink. You gulp it down, refreshing you as much as a glass of water at 3:34 am could. It was nice having a bigger bathroom; you're used to the small Mantis bathroom instead of this spacious one on Jedah. You, Cal, Bode, and Greez have arrived to the Hidden Path's base to touch base with Cere and learn more about this Tanalorr place. It seemed intriguing, but you were still on the fence if such a place could even exist.

Now here you stand, staring yourself down in the mirror, filling up another glass of water. As soon as you turn off the tap, a very faint and quiet noise echoes throughout the halls. Curious, you open the door, the noise just becoming ever so slightly louder. Time to investigate!

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Cal twists and turns in his guest bed, his entire upper body reddened. Soft moans escape his lips. He was burning, and he couldn't bring himself to wake up. Hell, he didn't want to wake up. This was the best dream he had ever had!

You had surprised him with a night for just the two of you, walking through the forests on a planet he could not name. The trees towered above you, vibrant with their green leaves. They bring in just enough light to highlight the rugged dirt path. You both were holding hands, just enjoying each other presence. Now, the dream changed, and it most definitely explains Cal's reddened complexion as he lies in bed.

You're now hovering over him, in a beautiful matching set, perfectly complementing your skin tone. Lace runs up and down your body, showing off your curves and parts that Cal only wishes he could actually touch. You leaned in for a passionate kiss, straddling the man. He could basically feel you in his subconscious.

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The sounds started to become louder the closer you got to you and the guest bedroom next door. Who was staying in there again? Is that Cal? You tip toe up to the door, placing an ear beside it. Yep, that's him, is he alright? You knock quietly, waiting for a response. The response never came. You knock a bit louder this time. A gasp fills the room, as well as some frantic shuffling.

"Cal?" You whisper to the door, the shuffling stopping immediately. "Are you alright?"

"Come in," He blurted, immediately regretting it. You hesitantly open the door, the light from the hallway showing a line of brightness on the man. He's sitting against the headboard, the blankets ruffled around his crotch and legs.

"Nightmares?" You ask, taking a step in and quietly closing the door behind you. "Would you like to talk about it?" You squint your eyes to get a better look at him, your eyes still adjusting to the dark. His are as wide as possible, extremely dilated from the darkness and the dream.

"I'm okay, thanks for checking, goodnight." He rambles, trying to sink into his bed. This only makes you more curious. As you eyes get more adjusted, you notice that his cheeks match his hair.

"Oh," You realize, blushing as well. "My apologizes." You giggle, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. "Who?" Cal just blinks.

"What?"

"Who was it! Mr. Jedi, Mr. I can't ever think about another person in a romantic or sexual way." You tease, playfully hitting his foot. He purses his lips together, causing your grin to only become greater. "Oh, come on Cal! This is big! Who?"

"Why is it so important?" He grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Oh my god, do I know them?" You cross your legs, fully facing the clearly embarrassed Jedi. He rolls his eyes, but the redness only darkens and spreads. You giggle gleefully. You hum, trying to think of who it could be.

You really hoped it was you. For months you've been trying to hint to him about your feelings, sometimes very vague, but other times very blunt. The rest of the crew caught on immediately, but the gears in Cal's brain just didn't seem to click. You've tried asking about dating and his romantic life, but he always brought up the Jedi Code, making your want for him only increase. You've had dreams, dreams of you being together, living through the rebellion, being together, domestically and intimately.

You're expression must softened as you were thinking because Cal coughed to get your attention. Now it was your turn to blush.

"You going to guess or let me go back to sleep?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. Now, you had a choice. Respect his want to go back to bed and continue about life, or be VERY BLUNT. You were tired, so there was only one right option.

"Was it me?" You ask, glancing around the room, trying to not meet his gaze. Cal's breath hitched, the blanket becoming too hot for his body. From the lack of response, you also started to heat up, clearing your throat. From the lack of response, you could only assume it was you. You. YOU?

You whip your head to face him, locking eyes. You... He wanted... you. You honestly couldn't believe it.

"Was it just a dream?" You mumble, Cal giving a questioning expression as you shift in your seated position. "Or do you actually have feelings?" You vulnerability seemed to easy Cal a bit, noticing how uncomfortable you were. He wanted to say the truth, but he didn't want to make it weird. Would it be weird? Eh, tonight was the "going for it" kinda night.

"Months." He simply states, trying to relax against his headboard. You perked your head up from your gaze into your lap. You cheeks redden, your breathing quickens, and something feels, different. The atmosphere feels intoxicating, but in a you shouldn't leave way. With the prolonged eye contact, you feel ass if Cal notices the feeling as well. You notice his hand are now at his sides, and there's an obvious lump by his lap. That weird feeling starts from your stomach and falls down your body, closer to your belly button.

"Months?" You repeat, raising an eyebrow. He purses his lips and nods. You hum. "Well..." You both grow silent, quiet. This had to be the quietest you too had ever been with each other. You waited for each other to make a move, but in all honesty, Cal was too vulnerable, physically. You start to feel the awkwardness subside and you feel yourself giggle.

"Hey, it's not funny." Cal frowns, while you shake your head.

"No, of course not." You compose yourself, scooting closer to the red head. "It's funny that we are telling each other we like each other with your dick out." Cal's face reddens completely, trying to compose himself as he places his hands over his lap. You outstretch your arms, pushing his hands away, causing the freckled man's eyes to widen dramatically. "Need any help?"

Cal practically springs up at you, locking your lips together in the most "I need you" kiss you've ever experienced. It was HOT. Like, you already started to sweat as your tongues fought each other. You needed him, you needed him so badly. He could feel that need from you, he wanted to provide that for you more than his dreams ever could. He pulled your up and into his lap, never once breaking the kiss. Your clit brushes against him, causing you to quiver in pleasure. He notices your movements and moves your hips back and forth on him, earning himself a quiet moan from you. He chuckles, retracting his lips from yours and goes for your neck. Your arms are around his shoulders, dragging your fingertips through his hair. You continue to moan and gasp into his ear, trying to stay quiet.

"You're wearing too many clothes for this," He comments, lifting the bottom of your shirt. You instantly comply, throwing it over your head and onto the floor. He goes back for your lips as you also tug on his shirt.

"Match?" You ask, giving him a small smile. He gladly follows through with your request, throwing his shirt toward yours. Your eyes wander down to his toned chest, scars and freckles decorating his body. You feel a fluttering sensation down there.

"Well if we're going to match you need that all off." He motions to the rest of your body, causing your to giggle and raise an eyebrow.

"You dont wear pants to bed, but a shirt?"

"Hey, my arms get cold. Allow me," He states going back in for a kiss. You immediately deepen it, allowing his tongue into your mouth to explore. All the while he waves his hand and your bra unclasps. Startled you pull away.

"Force?" You ask, tossing your bra away. He smiles, nodding, staring at you. He's never seen you like this, and boy was he going to enjoy and savor it. "Well, what else can you do?" He picks you up and slides you to be propped up where he once was, with the blanket still covering his lower half. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, but before he does any more, he looks up at you. This causes your to blush, appreciative of the asking for permission. The knot in your core only tightens, god he was hot. Nodding, he slips them down with ease, along with your underwear. He crawls up to your face, giving you more kisses. He starts to trail down your body, more moans and gasps leaving you as he goes over your bare body. Finally he reaches below your belly button. He places light kisses to your thighs as he opens your legs with his free hand. You're practically dripping with anticipation by this point. He continues to kiss you, going closer to your inner thighs and to your opening. Propping your legs open with his body and arm, he proceeds to trail more and more kisses closer and closer.

Your arms are clutching the sheets by your sides, the amount of pleasure awaiting you but just out of your reach. The amount of teasing is excruciating; you need him. You moan louder and louder the closer he gets to your clit. Then, he proceeds to rub his tongue around your clit in circles. Your breathing hitches and becomes irregular.

"Fuck-" You cry out, making Cal only want to do more things to you. You were already so wet that he easily slid a finger into you, causing you to moan. He pumps in and out of you, slowly, making sure to curl his fingers up into you. How he knew how to do this you'll never understand, but holy shit was he doing a good job. He slides in another finger, starting to pick up the pace. Your hips start to have a mind of their own, fighting against him to push him deeper.

"Tell me," he states, looking up at you. His chin is glistening with you, his eyes so dilated they were almost black. His mouth hung open slightly, totally getting off to pleasing you.

"Deeper," You whine, and he grants your wish. He pushes deeper into you, causing you to whine out in pleasure.

"Holy Shit, Cal," You cry out, breathing erratically. The knot in your core tightens more, needing to find a good time to release. He quickens the pace, leaning over you to bring your lips together. Oh yea, that did it. You feel yourself just let go and this amount of pleasure and warmth rushes over you. It's so much that you moan out more expletives and his name repeatedly. After your high, you just see him. You need more, and god did you want to get more.

"Fuck me," You command, and he obliges. Pulling you closer to him, he uncovers his member, resting it on your stomach as he gets situated. He pulls a pillow and rests it under your lower back to make sure you don't hurt yourself, and keeping your ankles over his shoulders. You couldn't look away from him. Even his dick was freckled, which was kinda cute, but all you cared about was him and the fact you needed him in you.

"Are you ready?" He asks, noticing he has his dick in hand, ready to line himself up.

"Fuck, please," You groan, already closing your eyes in anticipation. He slides in, both of you moaning in pleasure.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)," he breathes out, barely over a whisper. His head is tilted back, holding onto your ankles. Your hands are by your lower stomach, trying to feel him in you from the outside because holy shit was he filling you full. He slowly starts to pump in and out of you, fully in, and fully out. Every pump in, you moan in delight. Sweat rolls down the both of you as you fill the room with heat and the sounds of pleasure. He starts to go faster, holding onto your thighs to bring you even closer.

"Cal~" You moan, holding your hands to your mouth because you knew you were about to get pretty loud. Without much thought, he pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. You push up onto all fours as he makes his way between your legs, entering you once more. Your arms give out, pushing your face into a pillow. This was helpful for covering your moans, but Cal wanted to hear them as he railed you. Carefully, he commanded the force to pull you up, by the neck. At first, only gently to not hurt you but to get up. You clenched in pleasure, moaning even louder. So, he also tightened his grip. Damn, so this is what he could do. After a bit more relentless railing, you felt your core have that same tightening sensation.

"Cal, I'm gunna-" You moan as he quickens the pace, causing you to moan out.

"Me too, fuck." He whispers out, nearing his release. Hearing him cuss like that over you sends you over as you scream out in delight. You clench onto him and release, an explosion of pleasure ruptures over yourself. His force lets go of you, making your head topple into the pillows. He grabs your hips and pushes him all the way, releasing into you. It's such a warm sensation, filling you up to the brim.You both stay like that for a few moments, catching your breathes. He pulls out, his cum leaking out of you.

"Holy shit," You say in unison. Cal chuckles, reaching for his towel that is on a nearby chair.

"Here, to clean up." He throws the towel onto your exposed behind. You blush, cleaning up yourself as you sit up on the towel, just in case. You cover yourself with his blanket, a sudden chill running all over you. Cal slips his boxers on from a nearby dresser and sits down beside you.

"I never thought we'd do that," You state, leaning into him. He happily wraps his arms around you.

"I'm glad we did, because wow. Jedi's are really missing out." This causing a laugh to escape you, causing him to also chuckle. You start to stand, but Cal holds you down.

"Stay tonight?" He asks, motioning to the pillows. He smiles warmly, and how could you say no? You return the smile, shuffling yourselves under the blankets and heads on pillows. He lays on his back as you cuddle up onto his chest, wrapping your arm around his torso. His arm lounges behind and around your back, rubbing it up and down.

"Well, we can do that as much as you want," You giggle, cuddling into him more.

"I'd like that, but also the cute romantic stuff." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your head.

"Maybe a date?"

"I like the sound of that, in the morning?"

"Oh, let's go to the bakery down the street, I heard the have wonderful food." You smile, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"It's a date, goodnight (Y/N)." Cal whispers, closing his eyes. You hum back, already falling asleep. The smile never leaves your faces, even as you dream of what the future could hold for you two.

#cal kestis #cal kestis jedi survivor #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x y/n #cal kestis x you #jedi survivor #reader insert #star wars #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #star wars x reader #star wars x y/n #star wars x you #y/n #smut

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boogiewoogieweeb · 5 months ago

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11, 16, 65 🪽

hi curry! 🤗🤗🤗 thank you so much for the ask - it's always a pleasure to see you on my dash or in my notifs! (and congrats on FINALLY getting the nedward shirt🥳 i can't think of anyone more deserving after having to endure such long waiting times trials and tribulations!)

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

oh, now this is a difficult one, because how on earth do i link only three??? tell you what; i'll compromise, and we'll do five, okay? okay. and because i know you're a fellow joplittle afficionado, i'm listing five of my faves for our mutual otp (unranked and in no particular order):

To Guide His Banners by mia_ugly

quiet hours by MyresLight (aka the inestimable and my dearly beloved @maedhrus)

the comforts of home by hazelmotes

i've become the person who says darling by vegetas

ringing in your ears by @manicpixiedreamjop (hi gus! plugging your latest fic because i simply can't shut up about it!)

five, as i said; though i have so, so many more i wish i could share. and just so you know, having to choose these five alone was already an unbearably cruel, nigh herculean task 😩

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

a better question would probably be "do you ever stop nurturing fic ideas?" 😂 at any given moment, there are at least ten fic ideas rattling around in the lobster pot i call a brain, most of them half-baked and vaguely formed; some of them with some actual substance and merit to them.

lately, i've been overtaken by a nefarious subset of particularly horny thoughts regarding a certain first lieutenant from a doomed arctic expedition and all the various ways in which his anger and frustration at his captain's questionable leadership might manifest... which i wholeheartedly blame on matthew mcnulty's line delivery of, "you were told not to speculate", along with that delicious little lip-curling sneer he does when he says it.

granted, it's not really sharing an idea so much as it is Thirsting After That Middle-Aged Man™, but i figured if anyone would understand, it would be you, curry ❤️

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

as everyone and their mums probably knows by now, i'm currently busy with several wips. but the ones i'm most proud of and probably the most eager to finish are my terror lieuts vampire hunters/dhampir!jops au, and the sequel to two cupped hands; both of which are sitting at about 35% completion rate. unfortunately, i haven't had much motivation to write lately, and so the actual completion of said wips remains a sisyphean task at present. that being said, i'm nothing if not stubborn, so if it takes me ten more years to publish either of those wips, so be it. i know they'll find their audience regardless of how much time passes 😁

aaand that's it! once again, thank you curry for a wonderful set of questions - i had an absolute blast answering them, and i hope you have just as much fun reading my answers! ily!

#my asks #tag games

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himbos-hotline · 1 year ago

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𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈

AO3 || Tumblr writing tag

Note:

It is totally fine to draw fanart of my fics [tag me if you post it. I will love you forever] and that stuff, it is not okay to reupload them or to post them on another website without my permission.

Reblogs and comments are the lifeblood of artists, reblog and comment on artwork [not just handdrawn ones] to keep an artist creating, its legit your only job...

1). Very nice, very tired, very evil || Hookhausen || AU: What Baking can do || Prompt: ""you should sleep" "I am not human. I don't need sleep." || 2k words

2). How much time ya got? || Kingmox || Prompt: Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley sitting in an all night diner talking about the new "adoptees" of the BCC. || 6k words

3). Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine || Hangkenny || Prompt: "have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you?" || 4k words

4). BTE buddies || No ship || Prompt: “ that hurt more than a brazilian wax . ” ||OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

5). I love the way he looks at me || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "Waiting outside in the car after dropping the other off to ensure they at least get inside their homes safely before driving away." || OC: Jay Orton || AU: the highschool AU || 3k words

6). Hand in [un]Lovable hand || Southern Lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: “Do you trust me?” ||OC: Jay Orton || 6k words

7). Getting you off is my favourite hobby || Southern lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.” || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

8). We'll bury these old ghosts here || Bluejays and Blowjobs || Prompt: “You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

9). I need to purge my urges [I need someone to blame] || Prompt: CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite || Welcome Home || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

10). If I said you could never touch me || Hangkenny || Prompt: I wish you would write the conversation between Kenny and Hangman and Kenny on Kenny's return || 2k words

11). Would you love me more [If I killed someone for you?] || The Elite polycule || Prompt: "You're bleeding… You're bleeding bad…” || 2k words

12). Show me the method of your selfless tongue [give me a sermon] || Hangmatt || Prompt: “are you..are you blushing?” “NO physical activity just makes me red okay” || 3k words

13). Just Cole || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: When the otp+ are not on a first name basis and it becomes more intimate than more technically familiar address || OC: Jay Orton || 1k words

14). Can we just lay here and forget the world || The Polycule || Prompt: "I just want to lay here, with you, for a little while longer." || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

15). We made our peace with weariness and let it be. || Hangkenny || Prompt: "You were a good person once. I looked up to you" || 2k words

16). I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] || Hangkenny || Prompt: Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed || 2k words

17). There's always some reason [to not feel good enough] || Hangkenny || Prompt: things learned in a nearly empty diner || 1k words

18). An open hand [for your other man] || Hangkenny/Golden lovers || Prompt: “How much did it hurt?” || 3k words

19). But lately, I've been worried youre losing yourself || Hangkenny || Part two of: IFMAAN [UIHS] || 2k words

20). It's fine, fine, fine [Who am I?] || Hangkenny || Prompt: "just tell me what you need. let me give it to you?" || 1k words

21). Angel to me [Watashi ni totte tenshi] || Hangkenny/ Golden Lovers || Prompt:'how long have you known?' || Part 1/2 || 2k words

22). You know the distance never made a difference to me || Golden lovers/ Hangkenny || Prompt: “i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” || part 2/2 || 2k words

23). I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." || OC: Jay Orton || 4k words

24). The dead man in the dream is you || No explicit ship || Prompt: "I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." || Trans girl adam cole || 4k words

25). I picture it soft and I ache || Hangkenny || Prompt: Singing them a lullaby || 1k words

26). no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands || Hangkenny || Prompt: “if I asked, would you stay?” || 1k words

27). Everything stays [but it still changes] || Hangkenny || Prompt: “Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” || 4k words

28). Look at you [how could I not be in love with you] || Hangkenny/The elite polycule || Prompt: "Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too" || 2k words

29). I could be a better [boy]friend than him || Adam squared || Prompt: "This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a stranger." || 2k words

30). Did you kiss me so my lips would bleed? || Hangkenny || Prompt: Those soft gazes you can feel burning into the side of your head, and when you look back at them, they’d either hold their gaze or they’d quickly look away so you don’t catch them staring at you. || 1k words

31). I hate what youre doing, I hate that it feels so- || Hangkenny || Prompt: “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.” || 1k words

32). Your voice drives me insane || kenny Omega || Prompt: N/A || 400 words

33). Bite the hand that needs me || Hangkenny || Prompt: “You ever wonder if other people think we’re like… A thing?" || 2k words

34). The only one who’s hurt someone is me || Golden Lovers || Prompt: “I want you. I need you.” || 3k words

35). Being such a good boy for me now || Hangmatt || Prompt: sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark || 4k words

36). Talk to me (talk to me, talk to me) || Hangkenny || Prompt: Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise || 4k words

37). Where you can't seem to hold me [can't seem to let me go] || Hangkenny || Prompt: "hey, you're shivering.." followed by their hand gently tugging your body closer to theirs while they rest their chin on top of your head. || 2k words

#aew fanfiction #golden lovers #hangkenny #original chracters

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scalproie · 10 months ago

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for OTP asks. SubScorp: 9, 17, 51, 60. KazJun: 25, 26, 33, 51?

me thinking about love: hahaha yesss this owns

me getting asks and now having to put my thoughts in words: wait oh god

Anyway. Subscorp:

9. What are their thoughts on having children?

A child of their own? Nah. Kuai has enough maturity to realize that while he is a good teacher, he would not be a good father, both bc of his lifestyle and his lack of experience. Out of the two it'd be Hanzo who'd be more likely to consider children, but he's already been burned once (eh.) and considering how hard it is for him to move on, it'd be years into the relationship before he would see himself raise a child with someone else again, and by that point he and Kuai would be too old. And besides he already has been able to place his paternal projection onto Takeda, so he's good.

17. Who’s more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?

Hanzo. I see Kuai as someone who is extremely in control of his actions, out of discipline, out of fear, take your pick. I see him as someone who will keep his emotions in check even if it causes him to yearn to death, him doing smth that intense out of passion, while not downright impossible, is very unlikely to me unless its under very extreme and unusual circumstances. Hanzo on the other hand. Hanzo feels. Hanzo acts. If a situation arise where he feels a strong need to pull his lover by the waist and kiss him (most likely in the aftermath of a battle, both covered in blood and surrounded by dead bodies), by god he's going to do it.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Its looking for ways to spend more time together, like one forcing himself to wake up in the early morning to go sit in the gardens next to the other who wanted to hear nature wake up and feel the first rays of sunlight, or the other struggling to stay awake much later than he's used to at night because he does not want the interesting conversation they're having to end. Its making small meaningful gifts to each other as clan leaders that feel so personal to them bc they knew each other as individuals first before as figureheads. Its the small comments that they've managed to redeem their own clan in the other's eyes, and that said clan doesnt bring them pain as it once had because its embodied by the one who lead it and they have nothing but positive things to say about each other.

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

Both. You get to sleep next to the one (1) person who does not suffer for the unnatural temperature of your body, and you both have potential nightmare-inducing trauma, and you have been denied intimacy for most of your life either bc it was forbidden or bc it was torn from you. I bet theyre both unconsciously clingy.

Kazjun:

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

Sparring is an obvious one. Kazuya said himself that fighting is a huge part of his life and Jun's strength does not come from nowhere, what better way for them to bond than to clash their family's opposite style against each other? As for their personal ones, I dont think Jun would understand sneaker-collecting nor would Kazuya understand bird-watching, but Jun would indulge Kazuya should he chose to open up and share that interest with her, and Kaz definitely does not have the patience for bird-watching but I could see him at the very least see the appeal of forest-bathing, even in a self-interested way.

26. What are their vices?

Kazuya is a pile of vices in a purple snakeskin trenchcoat. Jun's vice is Kazuya. Her choosing to love him and wishing for his wellbeing while knowing fully well he is not a good person who has hurt others (and as of t8, by his own admission in the first chapter, only death will make him stop) is the only thing that stops her from being a perfect, morally correct character. But that does not make her a bad person and that does make the love wrong or any less real.

33. Who’s the better cook?

So you'd THINK that with Jun's infamous cooking skills, I would say Kaz, right? Wrong. I think Kaz never had any reason to cook a single day in his life but still has some rudimentary cooking skills for his own personal gain. They're equally bad but with their abilities combined they'd be able to cook one (1) decent meal.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

For Kazuya, it's literally just trying. His world begin and ends with himself, any positive actions he could take for someone else will usually only be done if he get some hidden self-interest out of it. So him doing anything small for someone else, because he find them worthy of being aknowledged (most likely for their strength, bc power is EVERYTHING to him), because he doesnt view it as a weakness to connect them to himself, because he views their happiness as beneficial for him, aka make him happy in return, is the loudest he can be that he loves someone. Like I dont even have to try with this one, that's literally just his t8 ending??? Like he is NOT the type to say "I love you" outloud in the first place but you can just see in his ending that holy shit, he loves Jun, he loves her. For Jun, it's coming back. Jun will try, but she will not return to someone whom she does not love at the cost of her wellbeing, it's literally the lesson she tells Jin: "Your wellbeing is important to those who love you, so for their sake, you have to take care of yourself". So her coming back to someone, her staying with someone, is the biggest proof of love I think you can get from her. And Jun is just as lonely as Kazuya? But its the way they deal with loneliness that make them such a match: Jun is someone who endlessly gives and Kazuya is someone who endlessly takes, but with Kazuya, Jun has something to get if she's staying with him, and with Jun, Kazuya has something to give if he wants her to stay. Ying Yang once again.

#it already take 1 hundred year for me to answer an ask so im sorry im literally at work it took me 3 hundred years #tagging later #anon #ask meme

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breezypunk · 11 months ago

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17 for the bbs???? ♥

Thank you! <3

From the soft otp prompt.

17- Write about your ship sharing hot drinks together.

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Goro watched on as he saw Vaughn inching closer and closer to the fire, any closer and he'd be sitting directly in it. It was cold in the badlands, all the Aldecaldos were bundled in their winter best. Vaughn absolutely hated it, realizing the colder it got, the worse he felt.

He held his hands up near the flames to try to warm them. His hands always froze up the most, and his nose was practically numb, and before he could stick his nose in the flames, Goro sped walked over and plopped down next to him, and mug in his hand that was pipping hot and steaming.

"You could probably use this." He held the cup out for Vaughn to take, but Vaughn kept his focus on the fire. "V?"

"Huh? Sorry.. I guess the cold wind is really getting to me.. thank you." He gently grabbed the mug from Goro's gloved hands and held it close to his chest, letting the steam hit his nose.

Goro watched him with interest, his lips were shivering, his eyes were clenched shut, but the moment the steam hit his face, he became more at ease. Goro always knew Vaughn was dramatic, it couldn't have been less than 55 degrees, maybe even 60, but Goro also knew it was a good opportunity to scoot closer to his lover, putting an arm around his backside and hoping his shivering would let up some.

"It is meant to drink you know." Goro spoke up.

"Do you even know what it is?" Vaughn side eyed Goro, responding in almost a chuckle. Vaughn got his answer when Goro didn't say anything. It was always funny to see how clueless Goro was when it came to anything food or drink related from the city. "It's hot chocolate."

"It looks like liquid dirt.. what are those white things?" Goro pointed his finger at the little white floaties sticking to the side of the mug, Vaughn couldn't help but bust out laughing.

"You've never seen marshmallows before? I thought you were a nomad."

"Those are marshmallows? Please, say no more, V." Goro waved his hand away and looked around camp, so many people had mugs in their hands, every sip of their drink they took made it look like they were in heaven.

"Here, try some. I find it hard to believe you've never had this. Not even in Japan?" Vaughn started lifting the mug up to Goro's mouth, his fingers sliding through the handle effortlessly, while his other hand lay smoothly on Goro's thigh.

Goro's head leaned back, he looked at Vaughn with squinted eyes. "No.. never. It was not something I sought out."

"You can't run from your problems anymore, just take a sip." Vaughn put the mug directly to Goro's lips.

"I can get up and walk away, you know?" Slowly, Goro moved his face closer to the mug, sighing and rolling his eyes before partially opening his mouth.

"I'd never let you, see where my hand is?" The grip on Goro's thigh got tighter, a tiny grunt escaping his mouth before he finally opened his mouth more and took a small sip.

The remnants of the liquid were traced along Goro's mustache, an adorable moment Vaughn wished he could have captured through photography.

"Well?" Vaughn asked, waiting for Goro's lecture about how awful it was.

"It is.... not terrible. I suppose I can see why people drink it when it is cold outside."

"Not the answer I was expecting, but I'll take it. C'mere you got some on your face." Vaughn took his thumb and wiped the chocolate drink off of him, before caressing his cheek with his other thumb. He leaned in and kissed Goro lazily before burying his head in the nape of his neck, letting the warmth of his lover take away any remaining shivers he had.

"You want more?" Vaughn asked, eyes unintentionally shutting, the relaxation setting in.

"No.."

"You hate it don't you?"

"Yes, V."

Both burst out laughing, Vaughn set the mug on the side of him, instead focusing on Goro's warmth and the fire in front of them.

One step at a time.

#writing prompts #otp prompts #oc: vaughn leblanc #goro takemura #cyberpunk 2077 #otp: golden hues #thank you for sending this in!#It's giving me so many creative ideas #and also motivation :3 #this is kind of messy and all over the place but it's fun!

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thebawdybaldurian · 3 months ago

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Kinktober Day 8: Long Distance

Another scene with my beloved OTP, Warden Surana and Alistair. This is post Dragon Age: Origins, very close to the start of Inquisition.

Content and Warnings: intimacy via magical mirror, oral sex, PIV sex.

Pairing: Femme Surana x King Alistair

Temene settled in to her modest room at the inn on the border of Anderfels and Tevinter. While the accommodations in the wealthy Imperium were nicer than those in Anderfels, Temene at least knew she wouldn’t have to worry about sidelong glances at an elf taking a room to herself, with no Magister or master to keep her in line. The Anders treated her with respect due to her warden status and extended their hospitality far more than most other lands, despite their hardships. She pulled off her dark purple armor, the archdemon’s scales shimmering in the growing firelight. She hung it in the armoire, away from avarice-filled eyes and pulled out the chemise she would be wearing to bed from her pack.

She also pulled out the small box that contained her enchanted mirror, taking it out and activating the enchantment imbued in it. “Alistair?” She called, the mirror no longer reflecting her room, but that of the King of Ferelden. She didn’t see him at his desk, where the matching mirror always sat, but thought perhaps he might be in the room. There was no response, so she continued to get undressed and poured the buckets of water she’d had brought up, into the small bathtub. She leaned into it, completely nude, swirling her hand in the water as she warmed it with magic.

“Now that is a sight to walk in on!” Alistair exclaimed, passing the mirror with a wedge of cheese in his mouth. He’d gotten a full view of her backside, her flawless skin glowing in the firelight.

“Walked in on or been staring at?” She grinned, looking back at him.

“I’ll never tell,” Alistair teased, sitting down at his desk with a heavy sigh. “I do love a good surprise, but what if some pervert snuck into my room and saw my queen in such a state?”

While she wasn’t his queen in name, the pair only married in secret, she was the queen of his heart and ruled it completely. “Are you jealous of some hypothetical pervert wandering the palace?” She teased, bending over further to tantalize him as she finished heating the water with her hand.

“How could I not be?” He smiled, gazing at every delectable curve. “This sick little man, squirreling away your small clothes, sniffing them every night before he goes to sleep. Sneaking into your bed to touch himself thinking about you every morning…”

“Alistair…” she turned to face him, putting her hands on her hips. “Have you been naughty while I’ve been away?”

“Naughty and lonely,” he sulked, giving her mabari eyes. “When are you coming home? You’re headed to the Conclave now?”

“Not yet,” she replied, walking back towards the mirror and beginning to take down her hair. “I want to look into this supposed thaig entrance I found on an old map first. It should only add a day or two to my trip. I can’t wait to come home. I miss you so much…especially since I’ll be visiting the first place we made love.”

“I wonder if that little hut is still standing?” Alistair mused, wishing he could get away from Denerim to see her there in Haven. “Or if they completely razed the village and rebuilt it with all the new pilgrimages coming in?”

“I’ll look for it,” She leaned in towards the mirror, which was roughly the size of a book.

They could pass small objects between the enchanted portals and as they’d recently discovered, their lips as well. She kissed him through the mirror, whatever magic it possessed transporting part of her face across land and sea to Ferelden. It was a slightly strange sensation, to kiss half of someone’s face, but they made due with what they could while Temene travelled Thedas searching for a cure for the darkspawn taint. She pulled away, making a face after tasting the cheese on his breath that was quite pungent. “What in the Black City are you eating?” She stuck out her tongue like she was gagging.

“Something Sten sent me called Pear Vollen. When I smelled it, I thought at first he was trying to poison me, but it actually tastes quite good,” Alistair replied, biting a piece off the wedge. “And I think it counts as eating fruit too!”

“If you say so,” Temene laughed, taking a drink from her water skin. “My bath is getting cold,” she grabbed the mirror, pulling out a chair to sit it next to the tub. “Do you want to join me for a relaxing stroke…I mean soak?”

“I could use a little…relaxation,” he grinned, getting out of his chair. “Should I do a little dance for you while I get undressed?” He asked.

“Oh, please do,” she sunk into the tub, warming the water a little more with her magic.

He coyly stripped out of his shirt and pants, humming a brothel dancer tune as he did. Temene watched him intently, smiling widely and rubbing her hands down her body. As much as it was a relief to be able to talk to him almost every day, she longed for his touch and the weight of his body on top of her. He brought his mirror to bed with him, his cock already growing stiff watching her touch herself. “There’s nothing like you really being here,” he sighed, propping the mirror up on a pillow and rubbing his cock causally. “I want to feel you…taste you.”

“You know,” she bit her lip, a hand slipping between her thighs. “If our lips can travel through the mirror…we could probably use…other parts too…”

Alistair thought about the possibilities for a moment and then smiled widely. “You really think that my…thing would go through too?” He wondered.

“In theory, yes,” she smiled, grabbing the mirror off the chair. “Only one way to find out…”

He rolled onto his back, his cock standing straight up. He grabbed the mirror, bringing it close to his wobbling erection. “So should I just…stick it in there? What if something goes wrong and it ends up halfway to Tevinter?!”

“Oh you big baby!” She laughed. “Here, let me try something.”

She pressed the mirror against one of her breasts, the supple, wet flesh poking through to his mirror. “It worked, it’s here!” Alistair said excitedly, reaching to gently cup it in his hand. He teased his fingers around her nipple, making it stiffen.

“I can feel you!” She grinned, pulling the mirror away and making her breast disappear. “Try to stick your cock through it now!”

“Alright,” he nodded, moving his mirror down to his cock again. He guided it through the mirror, seeing it seemingly disappear as the mirror lay flat against his groin.

“Blessed Andraste,” Temene purred, his cock sticking right in front of her face now. She wrapped her lips around the head, giving it a gentle suck.

“Oh Maker!” Alistair exclaimed, his voice slightly muffled. “I can feel you too…ohhhhh…Temene…ohhhh,” he started to moan, her mouth continuing to suck on him.

He instinctively reached down to hold her hair back, his hand swiping nothing but air. She finally pulled her face back, licking his pre-cum off her lips. “Thank the Maker,” she grinned, his cock still quivering next to her mouth.

“It’s been months since I’ve felt that,” Alistair angled the mirror back up, his cock partially obscuring him. “That beautiful mouth of yours.”

“Why don’t I let you have it a little more?” She suggested, reaching down to give herself a quick rub to relieve the throbbing of her clit. “Then once I’m done with my bath, you can try it on me…”

“I can’t wait…as you can tell,” he licked his lips, a little more pre-cum dribbling from his cock.

He placed the mirror back against his groin, feeling her mouth take him in again. He moaned softly, moving his hips against the mirror a little as she continued sucking and licking him. It would be an odd scene to look upon, the King of Ferelden sprawled on his enormous bed, whimpering with a mirror pressed to his cock. Far across the world, his beloved wife was bobbing her head against the other mirror, wishing she didn’t have to hold it with two hands. She kept her bath short, sucking him until she could no longer stand the throbbing ache of her cunt. “My turn,” she finally huffed, pulling her mouth away and climbing out of the tub.

She set the mirror on the chair again and grabbed a towel, Alistair’s face reappearing in front of her. “Let me see it,” Alistair purred, propping the mirror up with one hand and stroking himself with the other. She opened her towel, a sticky thread of arousal hanging between her legs, water beading down it. “Oh Andraste’s grace,” he sighed, giving his cock a tight squeeze. “Let me taste it…please.”

“I’m just thinking about the logistics,” she continued dabbing herself dry, picking up some honey onto her fingers and sticking them through the mirror for him to suck on.

“Mmmmmm, yes,” he moaned, licking them greedily. “Why don’t you just sit on it…like you do me?”

“I don’t want to risk cracking the glass,” she pulled her hand back, picking up the mirror and moving the chair closer to the fire so she could stay warm. “I think I’m just going to have to hover…and sort of…ride your tongue once you stick it through.”

“I like the sound of that,” he nodded, rolling onto his stomach and laying the mirror flat against the mattress. “Ready when you are, my love,” he pressed his face against it, part of it re-appearing in her mirror.

“This really is quite strange,” she grinned, laying her mirror flat against the chair as well and straddling it. She gripped the sides of the chair, lowering herself down against his mouth. “Ohhhhh,” she let out a soft cry as his tongue found her slick mound.

She began to gently rock against his face, the tip of his nose nudging against her clit. She could hear his muffled moans and the hungry smacks of his lips as he puckered them along her labia. He sat crouched on the bed, slowly stroking himself as he pressed his face as far into the mirror as it would go. She wasn’t able to hold the position long, her legs starting to shake as she squat over his mouth. “Ohhhh…fuck…Alistair,” she cried, straightening her legs for a moment. “As soon as this Conclave is over, I’m going to sit on your face for an entire day.”

“I will be sure to clear my schedule,” he grinned, sitting up on his heels and reaching his arm through to touch her.

“Uhhhhhhhnn,” she put one knee on the chair, holding onto the back as he carefully fingered her. “You’ve…ahhhh…finally stopped biting your nails?”

“My chamberlain has been putting this bitter oil on them every morning,” Alistair smiled, thinking about being sunk into her warmth again. “Should we…try for the final act?” He asked, her quiet moans making his balls ache.

“Yes, I think so,” she climbed off the chair with a grunt as he pulled his arm back through.

She carried the mirror to the bed with her, pulling back the covers before climbing in. “I think it is just going to be a matter of getting everything positioned right,” she propped up her back on the pillows and spread her legs widely. She placed the mirror between her thighs, holding it upright with one hand. He was still sitting on his heels, looking her over as he slowly stroked himself. “Once we get it in, you can probably just thrust straight into the mirror, as long as you are careful with your hips.”

“Alright,” he nodded, taking a firm grip around the base of his cock. “I won’t be able to see anything, but I’ll hold him steady.”

He got down on his elbows, carefully guiding his cock through the mirror portal. He wouldn’t be able to go deeply inside her, but she hoped it would be enough. She cradled the head of his cock as he pushed it through, holding onto the mirror with her other hand. She used his tip to spread her lips, guiding him slowly in. “Temene!” She heard him gasp from the other side, her own toes curling as he sunk his hips completely flush to the mirror and she did the same.

“Fuck!” She pressed the mirror tightly between her legs, the sensation of feeling his cock again making her back arch slightly.

He began slowly thrusting, carefully pumping his hips against the mirror, as if humping the mattress. She angled her hips slightly, letting him sink as deep as he could without him actually being between her thighs. It felt a bit impersonal, but neither of them cared much. They closed their eyes and imagined one another, joining together in weightless ecstasy. Their moans were muffled, the quiet slap of their bodies louder than ever. Temene managed to sneak a few fingers under her mirror, rubbing her clit as Alistair pounded her cunt from a thousand miles away. The ancient mage who had created these two mirrors would likely be shocked at their use now.

Alistair moaned into the mattress, his biceps tensed as he held his weight off the mirror. He had to temper his strokes, fearing he might crack the glass humping against it. She felt so good, however, that it was hard to hold back. He felt the tell tale pulsing of her canal, knowing she was close to climax. He risked a few hard thrusts against the mirror, driving his cock home and bringing his own climax closer. He gripped his hands hard into the bedsheets as he felt her clench against him, her loud cry barely escaping from beyond his hips. It was hard to come without her there, not feeling her tremble and writhe against him. “Temene,” he whimpered, desperately rolling his hips against the mirror.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he heard her huff, feeling the strange sensation of his cock moving though the air as she shifted the mirror.

Her mouth went to him again, joined with the firm grasp of her hand as she expertly milked out his climax. He lay prone against the mattress, feeling his cock being sucked across Thedas. “Guhhhh…fuck…fuck!” He finally cried into the sheets, spilling into her mouth as she swallowed every last drop.

She teased and played with his cock for a moment longer, before it disappeared and he rolled onto his back, his cock returning from Anderfels limp and happy. He reached blindly down for the mirror, his breath loud and ragged. He was greeted by her face, smiling and as content as he was. “Thank you, honeybun,” he sighed happily, pressing his face to the mirror so he could nuzzle and kiss her. “I love you.”

“I love you too, cuddle bug,” she kissed his lips softly, cradling the mirror close as she settled into bed. “I can’t wait to fall asleep beside you again.”

“Me too,” he sighed, pulling a pillow against his chest. “I’m tempted to get Ruffles to sleep on the bed with me, so I have something to snuggle with, but she stinks.”

“You’re trying to replace me with a mabari?” She teased, reaching her hand through to run her fingers through his hair.

“She drools just as much,” he smirked, licking his lips.

“You shit!” She gripped his hair tightly. “You know you love it. I can’t keep your mouth away when I’m home.”

“I’m going to need you to sit on that mirror every night until you are back,” he smiled, closing his eyes as she released her grip and began massaging his scalp again.

“I might hold you to that,” she closed her eyes too, imagining him next to her.

#alistair x surana #alistair dragon age #alistair theirin #post DAO

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fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur · 2 years ago

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Hello, Claude! For your spring related headcanons, can I request:

Which member of your OTP freaks out when they hear an ice cream truck pass by?

I don’t care which one it is, but it would be great if the other one is a sourpuss until he watches the other one start to lick the ice cream cone. 😏 Not really asking for smut, just a little suggestive banter. 😉

Hi Becca! �� Thank you for your ask and for your support 🎀 and thanks for waiting! I hope you like it! I wish you a great day! 💖

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Relationship: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Rating: Teen and Up/Mature? (Nothing happens 🫠)

Tags: Established Relationship, Suggestive Eating, Jake “Hangman” Seresin is a Tease, Therapy for Bob and Phoenix please, mentions of Daddy Kink, No spoilers for Top Gun: Maverick

Word Count: 921

The Only Touch That Get Me Meltin’

“How old are you? Five?” Bradley scoffs at Jake, who ignores him and hums happily while licking the ice cream on the top of his cone. Spring sunlight dances on ocean waves as they get back to their beach umbrella.

Phoenix scowls at her friend and lowers her strawberry daiquiri snow cone: “Bradshaw, you’re such a killjoy.”

Despite Phoenix’s words, Bradley shoots a skeptical look at the colorful sprinkles on Bob’s soft serve and the WSO pouts slightly: “Rooster, don’t you like your soft serve?”

“Just shut up and enjoy your soft serve” Phoenix scolds him, before stretching and lying back on the deckchair, to stare at the ocean and taste her snow cone, with Bob doing the same next to her.

Jake sits down on the beach towel they had previously laid on the sand, pats the spot beside him and smiles at his boyfriend: “Come on, Bradshaw, don’t be such a sourpuss”. Bradley shakes his head and sits next to him on the same towel, trying to focus on his chocolate soft serve: “I am not, Jake.”

Jake smirks wickedly at him, the warm glow of the afternoon sun kissing his nose and cheekbones: “Be less dad and more daddy.”

“Stop that right now, Bagman”, Phoenix doesn’t even look at him, her voice dripping with annoyance.

“Yes, ma’am”, Jake goes back to his soft serve, a mischievous grin on his face, and Bradley would really like to enjoy the nuts that garnish his dessert, but he finds it difficult to take his eyes off of Jake, who’s giving kitten licks to the cream along the edges of his cone.

Jake meets his gaze, pleased, as he sucks off the soft curl on top, swirling the tongue around the tip, his eyes locked with Bradley’s. He smiles at him, running his tongue over his teeth, and Bradley is gawking at him, his jeans already getting tighter.

Jake starts nibbling at the waffle cone slowly, his lips shiny and soft, and Bradley is dying to have those lips and teeth marking his abs and thighs. Jake goes back to licking the sides of his cone unhurriedly, from bottom to top, switching his gaze to Bradley’s eyes, and he gently pushes down the ice cream with his tongue, before taking small bites of the waffle cone, tickling its edges with his lips. Bradley is out of breath, at the mercy of Jake’s cheap tricks, he’s in his 30s and he would like to feel ashamed for this, but he can’t find it within himself to care, not when Jake is batting his eyelashes at him and all he wants is to devour him.

Jake hollows his cheeks and sucks the drips that are leaking from the bottom of his cone, and Bradley can’t stop himself from picturing him on his knees, worshipping him, and he has to close his eyes to catch his breath. He opens his eyes again to gaze intently at the vanilla cream that has trailed down Jake’s chin.

Jake swipes his fingers over his skin to collect some cream, he glances guiltily at Bradley and whispers, his voice low and innocent: “I’m a mess”. He pushes his fingers past his own lips and sucks the digits greedily, his eyes lidded and an expression of pure pleasure on his face, an expression that Bradley knows damn well. The pilot’s positive that, if Bob and Phoenix weren’t so close, Jake, that little shit, would be putting on a show of soft moans. God, he loves those moans.

Bradley cannot help but gape at Jake, until the soft serve is gone, and palm himself through his jeans absent-mindedly, and it’s only when Jake smiles at him and stares at the soft serve long-forgotten in his hand, that Bradley realizes that his ice cream has dribbled down his fingers.

“Oh, let me help”, Jake murmurs quietly, taking Bradley’s soft serve to free his hand. He then brings his fingers up to his lips, kissing them gently and licking away every drip, his tongue excruciatingly slow on his skin. He sucks the fingertips while staring at Bradley with pleading eyes, his hand squeezing Bradley’s lightly.

Bradley bites back a groan, the violent urge to wreck Jake taking over, and he suddenly stands up; Jake is taken aback by his abrupt motion, he’s about to complain but Bradley grabs his hand and bursts out: “We gotta go!”

Phoenix doesn’t even turn and waves her hand above her head, Jake stands up too and Bradley starts dragging him, darting across the beach.

“What’s gotten into you?” Jake asks with an amused voice, feigning surprise.

“Holy shit, Jake, you know full well what has gotten into me” replies Bradley in a husky whisper, glaring at him.

Jake grins impishly: “Didn’t you say we’re old?”

“All the better, so i won’t have to ask permission for what i’m going to do to you.”

Bradley can feel Jake smirking without looking at him, they’re both quickening their pace, and he turns to glance at Phoenix and Bob one last time. He can’t hear what Phoenix is telling Bob from that distance, but he has never seen him blushing so hard.

Maybe Jake wasn’t that subtle, after all.

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[If you wonder what happened to Bradley’s soft serve, Bradley licked it off Jake’s pecs, and they all lived happily ever after]

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If you want, send me an ask (+ preferences) with one of these spring-related prompts! 🌷 (Doing this with Hangster - or at least trying to!)

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cerosin-bis · 1 year ago

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i must admit i will miss mara badly, she was one of my faves i mained in 19 D: not to mention my mara x iskra otp

but for the sake of lightening things up a tad, what do you think her opinion on each of tf 141 would be?

hello Mara and MaraIskra anon 👋 I'm sorry for you really :( it IS unfortunate that we won't see her again. I wish she could came back, mocapped on her voice actress instead.

SOOO I think Mara would be a bit wary of Ghost. Not intimidated. Just wary, because she can see he's just... drama waiting to unfold, but she'd know how to read the room, respect his boundaries and I feel like he would show her a lot of respect also, see that she's a great leader figure and takes exactly 0 bullshit now that she has moved on from the CIA. I feel like her personality would more often than not clash with Gaz's. Like both are a bit temperamental and stubborn (but are mature enough to know it so...) she'd just tread Carefully let's say. I believe she'd harbour respect for Price, but can see there's a lot to unfold in how he does his work which is something that does not sit right with her anymore (she's tired of the plotting and scheming and layering. Warcom is a relief for her as compared to the clandestine CIA shit). And last but not least, I think that despite being an introvert (my hc) she'd get along super well with Soap however. Same wit, same humour, and they like the same alcohol 👌

#mara #ask #call of duty

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allthefujoshiunite · 2 years ago

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Have you watched Buddy Daddies? If you have do you like it?

Random ask....Do you think anime like Free, Sk8, Jeweler Richard and Yuri on Ice are queerbaiting or at least have semi canon couples? I mean I love those anime series and my fav otps are from those series, but what do you think?

P.s Love your latest meta, it really made my day and when I read them, I also found answers to my internal questions my self...Thanks for sharing them...( I'm not the anon who asked that)...

💐🌷🥰🤩

Hello! Today's great coincidence that made me chuckle into my morning tea was getting asked about my opinion on queerbaiting by two different people, 1-hour apart 🤣 Thanks a lot, both of you! I'll put my two cents down about queerbaiting discourse in anime and I know it's silly to mention but just to be sure, these are all opinions, and my opinions only.

Before I start rambling about gays, no I haven't seen Buddy Daddies yet. I've been very excited about it ever since I've seen the PV but as you may know, I decided to review every first episode of the Winter 2023 season so I'm pretty much swamped... I'm saving Buddy Daddies to savor it! If you wait a bit, you'll be reading my first impressions of it soon.

So. Okay. Queerbait. First of all, definitions because for the love of BL gods, people have been throwing words around without knowing what they mean.

According to this interesting book that's been sitting on my TBR pile, Queerbating and Fandom: Teasing Fans Through Homoerotic Possibilities, the definition of queerbaiting is as follows:

Queerbaiting describes an industry tactic where “those officially associated with a media text court viewers interested in LGBT narratives... without the text ever definitely confirming the nonheterosexuality of the relevant characters.” For this reason, the term is seen as exploitative, and when fans use it to describe a series, its marketing, or the actions of producers, they are engaging in a “form of queer activism.”

There are other terms coined by the scholars such as "covert courting" (i.e. targeting gay consumers using subtle elements not intended to be picked up by heterosexual audiences) etc. but in my opinion, these terms are built upon the presupposition that there is a queer audience to bait into consuming your media. And I'm not sure whether there's a group of audience that is acknowledged as queer in the minds of producers and/or creators in Japan.

What they want to tap into according to yours truly, however, is FujoMoney. No, it's not a new currency, although now I kind of wish it was. There's an interesting video on it that delves deeper into the topic but in short, they are after the buying and creating potential of shippers. Creating fan content is, in itself, a grey area legally but it's overlooked because the franchise profits from it immensely. A similar practice, if you're or have been into K-pop at some point, is the fansites. Normally, they shouldn't be allowed to make merchandise off of the artists and gain profit from it. However, they attend concerts out of their own pockets, take these photographs using their own cameras, and contribute greatly to the group or the individual artist's popularity. Tl;dr: it's free real estate for the companies.

So I guess the term we're looking for is fujobait, rather than queerbait. What the higher-ups want to attract are shippers who are buyers and/or fancreators. Look at any sports anime and you'll see. There have been multiple times when I got into a series because I've seen a shippy fanart or a video edit of a character. And to be honest, if I was more fortunate economically, they'd be making that kind of monetary profit through merch off of me as well. xD

While queerbait and fujobait might seem like they mean the same thing, they eventually are not because the former capitalizes on real-life stigmatized identity while the latter relies on a consumer's practice of queering the content at hand. I'm personally not as interested in putting the label of "right" or "wrong" on these terms, so I'll leave it at this for now.

Moving on to the series you mentioned, they can't all be put into the same box, but can be divided into two groups where Free and Sk8 rely more on fanservice and the intricacies of the relationships are left to the shippers' imaginations while Jeweler Richard and Yuuri!!! on ICE are entirely different. Especially, Yuuri!!! on ICE because there's no room left for discussion or different readings that Yuuri and Victor are a couple. They literally get married, and the only reason some people still to this day question whether they are canon or not is because of eurocentrism/racism. I come across reels of real-life women taking a ring out and putting it on the ring finger of another woman with people cheering in the background and no one is asking to see their marriage registration in the comments. On the contrary, they congratulate them! The exact same scene is there in animated form, so why do we even question its validity?

In the case of Jeweler Richard, sadly light novels aren't my thing. I have only seen the anime and have read the first volume of the manga. However, I've read an extensive blog post on the light novels comparing them to the anime adaptation. From the blog post, their relationship is evident even though to an anime-only it might come off as implied. I personally didn't think it was implied even in the anime, but if anyone else did, we have our answers in the source material.

All of this then begs the question: does having things spelled out on screen matter? If yes, to what extent it matters? I mentioned in the previous meta post that the consumers of Asian media are already lucky when it comes to the existence and variety of such content. I'm personally someone who's in favor of having media to consume at hand instead of waiting for the Perfect Representation. I don't even want representation, because what is representation anyway for a non-monolithic community with a deep, rich history? I want portrayal, and while having things openly said is cathartic and something I want to have, I won't discredit the works I enjoy and find meaning in just for the sake of it. Especially content that come from countries with heavy censorship or a high possibility of GP backlash.

Plus, while I'm not in any Chinese BL or BL-adjacent work fandoms, I watched dramas here or there and have a lot of mutuals who are actively in the fandoms of certain series, so through osmosis, I learn a couple of things as well. I've seen people talking about the cultural significance of certain choices in these works that someone who's not well-versed in the codes of the Chinese culture won't be able to pick up, i.e. characters wearing red can be an insinuation on marriage because red is a color worn in weddings. Or there's no way I would pick up that Chinese BL dramas are dubbed over just so they can pass censorship. Would it be better if China were to be supportive of LGBTQA+? 100%. Should people there push for the content they'd like to see or portrayals that they see themselves in? Without a doubt. Should it mean that they should get nothing until they get exactly what they want? A hard no. There must be still works that portray such relationships even if they are implied because I see this attempt as getting a foot in the door.

To sum everything up: what I want is to enjoy what I read/watch and share it with others while trying to keep a critical eye on as much as I can. My background is in STEM and I'm not formally educated in humanities anyway. What I try to do is to read and discuss questions I have in mind, and writing helps me order and expand my thoughts. I find value in trying to keep an open mind instead of gatekeeping and micro-analyzing every little thing, or at least, I try not to let them take the fun out of it. To quote the great Maggie Nelson's The Argonauts:

I am not interested in hermeneutics, or erotics, or metaphorics, of my anus. I am interested in ass-fucking.

Easily one of the best books I've read in 2022. Pure brilliance.

#queerbaiting #bl meta #boys love #yuuri on ice #jeweler richard #free iwatobi swim club #sk8 infinity #queer portrayal #allthefujoshiunite answers

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acacia-may · 2 years ago

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Regarding how to deal with painful ships, dear Acacia, I have a few suggestions:

Soft and fluffy AU thoughts. Can be fix-it AUs or full blown coffee shops/high school/roommates AUs. You just have to think about the best case scenarios for the ship.

Remember the ship's softer canon moments. Think about the little moments of grace that the writer(s) give the characters in the ship.

Put on the cheesiest love duets you can find/your favorite love songs and mentally play some music videos. It works for me, at least.

Find a new ship (temporarily). Not the top recommended option but maybe thinking of another romance will take your brain off the pain of the pair you were initially thinking of?

Lean into the heartbreak and angst! Beat the writer at their own game of making the ship painful to deal with. Imagine the worst case scenario possible for your ship of choice. Cry your eyes out. And then look back at canon which hopefully isn't as bad as the heart-wrenching scenario you mentally cooked up.

Oh my goodness, I am just squealing over some of these, Erika! They're great suggestions!! Thank you so much! 🥰 I've been trying out number 3 with some classic bubblegum pop songs (and I'm pretty sure "She'd Rather Be With Me" by The Turtles is going to make my Spotify Wrapped this year...😅😂).

Now that I've had a little bit of time to sit with my ships (and my angst), I have been able to think up some story ideas which has been making me feel better about things. One of the ships has a week coming up so I've been trying to channel all of my feelings into writing for that. I've taken your advice and leaned into the angst--while also making an AU fix-it which has been a bit of an interesting combination, something new and different for me (which is a little exciting but also a little nerve-wracking). I've got part of it done, but we'll have to wait and see how it all works out in the end. They will eventually get their happy ending one way or another. I'm determined to make it happen! 💕

The other ship I haven't quite wrapped my head around yet. I absolutely love it, but I also like other ships for one of the characters involved so it's a bit more complicated. All of the ships for that character are sad as heck though so jumping ship to another one (no pun intended 😂) would probably also just depress me. I don't know why I do this to myself... 🙈 There's a third even more depressing ship than the two I mentioned in my post that I also recently picked up, but I'm starting to worry that there's no amount of fluff or wishful thinking that could fix that one. I tried to come up with a happy shenanigans AU for it today and was telling my sister about it (it's an OTP of hers) only to stumble at the last second when I couldn't figure out how to resurrect a character in a way that made sense so it ended up being sad in the end. I think I need more practice for coming up with "Everyone Lives AUs." 🙈 I will just have to keep trying!

Thank you so much again for the encouragement and the great suggestions! You really have such a gift for writing angst and the most beautiful tragic relationships so I knew I could count on you! Thanks, friend! Cheers & much love!! 💕

#acacia's ramblings #erika 💙#friends #positivity 😊

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solarsavoy · 2 years ago

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001 for Assassination Classroom?

Egads, is this an ask I see? *holds the precious*

Favorite character: Tie between Karma and Nagisa, each for different reasons. Shuu is an extremely close second. (I also get a kick out of him being second in everything. XD) Least Favorite character: Gastro is an absolute waste of a character. Sorry not sorry. His gun into ramen does make for some really funny memes though. XD 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): KARMAGISA FOR LIFE!!! I also firmly support Shuuritsu, Karushuu, Sugizaki/TomoYuki, and Chihaya. Character I find most attractive: Karma... Character I would marry: Karma but not Karma because I know better than to get tied down to that. Wait... maybe Nagisa. He'd make for a wonderful house husband. ^^ (He still gets to be a teacher though.) Character I would be best friends with: This one's kinda hard actually, and random. Probably Itona. He seems like he'd be pretty chill to hang out with and I'd love to sit back and talk shit about the Terasaka gang while we do our own thing in the background. a random thought: Why don't I like Gakuhou more? (Or was this supposed to be and actually enlightening answer? You asked for a random thought and this randomly popped up in my head when I read it. How much more random can you get?) An unpopular opinion: Hiromi is redeemable. Now hear me out! Until I wrote it into Life in Retail, I hated her just as much as the next person, but surprisingly? She's just as much a victim of the same type of abuse as Nagisa, and that's just sad. :/ No it does not make it okay, but generational trauma is quite difficult to overcome for anyone of any age. My Canon OTP: I feel like there's only one to choose from, so Karasuma x Irina. My Non-canon OTP: KARMAGISA! Most Badass Character: So, I'd say Karma, but it's a tie between Nagisa, Itona and Kaede imo. They're all unexpectedly badass because of their height, and I love that. Most Epic Villain: Tentacled Reaper 2.0. 😢 It's also very sad. Pairing I am not a fan of: Fuwa with anyone. She's a queen all by herself. 😊 Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Tie between Karma, Shuu and Nagisa. Karma because they always make him so heartlessly cruel sometimes and he really isn't. Shuu because they basically make him Karma as though he weren't his own, completely valid person. And Nagisa because they make it seem like he likes girly things when he clearly has issues with his femininity. Like, come on people. (Realized I answered this for fanfic writers, not Matsui. 😅) As far as Matsui goes, I don't think he did anyone wrong. That's probably also an unpopular opinion, but if everything was done right and perfect, then you'd have nothing to add, and as an avid fanfic writer, I think the more perfect characters are the ones your own mind can add too. Their background, their personality, anything really. And Matsui has an all-star cast of characters that do just that, feed the imagination with a good foundation. Favourite Friendship: Another tie between Nagisa & Sugino and Karma & Rio. Character I most identify with: Karma Character I wish I could be: Karma XD

Thank you muches for the askies, Anon!

Ask thing.

#solarsavoyasks #assassination classroom

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kimium · 1 year ago

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Tell me, what has been your favourite part of writing the Twisted Wonderland Mafia AU so far?💜 (please feel free to list more than one favourite thing if you want to!)

Oh, thanks for this ask, friend! I love my little Twisted Wonderland Mafia AU! I'm more than happy to talk about it!

(The link to my story is HERE in case anyone wants to read it.)

My favourite things about my Twisted Wonderland Mafia AU

-Few characters know that Yuu is from another world

This element was the one I worried about the most, since where Yuu comes from truly affected the fanfic's set up. I've thought about this AU for a few months before sitting down to write it, and I flip flopped between canon Yuu (isekai'd to the world) and completely not canon (Yuu is just from the world). Ultimately, I'm very happy I picked the first option and decided to keep it a big secret. I am a huge fan of characters not from the world and hiding it from everyone (see: my love of the Awakening Trio in Fates).

-The story has Yuu/Everyone instead of my usual platonic route

I truly love writing platonic relationships, especially in Twisted Wonderland with Yuu, but I cannot tell you how excited I am that the characters can overtly flirt with Yuu. I have so many non-platonic head canons floating in my brain! Can't wait to share a few with everyone!

-Poly/Open Relationships

As someone who is a multi-shipper I find OT3 or even open relationships fun to write, mostly because I don't have to narrow my focus to one specific ship the entire time. Of course, I have some ships I'm firmly for (RookVil is my OTP), having freedom is my most valued part of creatively writing. I like how this fic makes me feel as though I can play looser with many story elements that I wouldn't do if I was writing canonically.

-World building/Festivals

From the first moment I created this story, I wanted it to be University AU. This meant I was less beholden to canon and free to set the stage anywhere I wished. This has allowed me to flesh out the world differently and add in my own ideas/concepts. I'm having a lot of fun with the festivals, which are numerous because I was thinking about how many festivals happen in Japan. Especially over the summer months.

-They're all Mafia

Despite how I don't have enough violent scenes as I'd like, I guarantee our boys are off doing shady things in order to "protect" their territory. I'm also very weak to the idea of Yuu befriending the most Powerful People in this world accidentally. It can also lend to the sexiest scenes as everyone is confident and aware they're both attractive and powerful. Poor Yuu, they haven't seen anything yet.

-Opportunity for Dramatic Reveals

My favourite trope of all time is a well written Dramatic Reveal of identity, either to the audience or to the characters. It doesn't matter. All I want is set up so I can knock down that dramatic reveal like a set of dominoes. This fic has allowed me that opportunity and I'm going to use it a little bit. I won't do it all the time as it has to depend on the tone I want for the story, but know it will happen.

-Yuu meeting Jade and Floyd

Before I wrote this fic I wrote a different version of the scene where Jade and Floyd meet Yuu. However, since that idea was set in a more canon universe (everyone knows Yuu is from another world, Yuu already knows them, etc.) I couldn't use it for this fic. Also, I deleted the file LOL. Anyways, I loved the vibe of that scene enough to recreate it! It's one of my favourite scenes because I had the strongest visual image in my mind.

Also as a small add on, I am in love with the scene of Floyd biting Yuu.

-Yuu meeting and befriending Malleus

I love Malleus so much. I was excited to follow similar elements from canon (Yuu meets him as a mysterious stranger, they befriend him, they find out later who he really is). I was also excited to have other characters know Yuu is basically a dimension hopping alien. It gave me freedom to have another character besides the teachers be a source Yuu can blatantly ask questions.

An add on: I had multiple ideas for how Malleus reveals is identity to Yuu. Shame I couldn't use all of them, but I like where I landed.

-Other people actually like this!!!

Anytime I plan an AU that I know is a little off the wall, a little skewed too far off the side, I think "Okay, this is going to be for me and maybe like two other people". Of course, I always write for myself but it's very flattering and wonderful to see others enjoy my ideas too. Really, I am so appreciative of everyone who has told me they enjoy this story though their kudos, comments, and bookmarks.

And there you have it! Thanks for this ask friend! I hope you like my answers! Let me know what you like? And maybe tell me what you're looking forward to in this AU?

#personal #replies #twisted wonderland #my fic ideas

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likemesomesalads · 2 years ago

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CLENCHES FIST... telling them... they deserve better... and wishing they could be that thing... for mozz and shay

THE OTP!!!! ---------------------------------------------------------------

Shaymir was waiting outside the rundown building, for Morrissey to come out. He heard the furniture's creaking and the sweet voice of Mozz as he was being made love to. And he hated it. He despised every second of it.

Yet he was waiting. And waiting. And waiting some more.

Once the door opened he stood up from the wooden crate he was sitting on to step beside the thin, pink sylvari standing in the doorway.

"See you later, darling. Perhaps." He said goodbye to the other man inside and then turned to Shay, a little surprised seeing him still there. "Aren't you a diligent watchdog?"

"Well, I was assigned to keep you safe, wasn't I? It would be hard if I left you alone." Shaymir answered with a sour look on his face, which didn't escape Morrissey's attention.

"Aww, poor puppy sour he didn't get to have some fun?" He teased with a smile, placing a hand on Shay's chest and sliding it up to his neck. "Perhaps if you keep being a god boy you'll get some too."

Shay hummed, looking to the side, away from Morrissey. He could not let feelings get in the way of his work. He had to keep doing his job flawlessly.

"I just think you could do better." He said breaking the silence between them.

"I could..." Mozz nodded in agreement. "But I enjoy the wallet of this one."

Oh if only Morrissey knew. if only Shay could bring himself to say he had no problems with money. But then the ex-courtier would only stay for that and not for the love that slowly and surely ate Shaymir from the inside. Because no matter how much he tried to deny it, how much he wished he could concentrate on his job instead... He fell for the Knight of Decadence.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #darling (derogatory; homosexual)#Shaymir of Night #Knight Morrissey #it only took ages #and its not long #but uhh..enjoy

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fumifooms · 2 years ago

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Thistle rarepairs

As start of my “Dunmeshi rarepairs I will birth with my own hands if I have to” series

I’ve been reading dunmeshi enjoying everyone’s dynamics with everyone and multishipping a bit in my head for optimal serotonin but… I think I’ve settled on some ships I particularly enjoy, and of COURSE I’m alone in them. They’d be so interesting to have fics about them, sob… Which, on that topic, how the HELL are there so little Dungeon Meshi fics?!!! I’ll make a post for every ship but I’mma start by bundling the Thistle ones together, if ya wanna see my other ones just browse the dungeon meshi tag on my blog. I kinda ship marcille with everyone, ship thistle with everyone, Laios with a lotta people… But I eventually had to find my niche, my otp, and… some stuck out of the lot. FICTIONAL MENTALLY ILL JERKS ARE INTERESTING I’M SORRY

Thistle x Falin

The biggest part is that I think it’d be interesting for Thistle to have one actual ally and person who cares for him, and find that in the tool he dismisses. He never really seemed to understand that an extra soul got mixed into the dragon, somehow. It’d be interesting to see him gradually understand it was more than a form change, then realizing that means he actually has someone in his corner, as a supportive presence. He’s been alone for how long again? Falin is a ray of sunshine, and that’s what Thistle needs I think. Actual and heartfelt companionship. The dragon is forcibly devoted to him, but it’s Falin who extends extra care and attentions. We’ve seen esp with Thistle summoning the bunch of dragons that even monsters who have to listen to the dungeon lord still retain individuality and a certain degree of free will.

But look looook Falin is the thing that allowed Thistle to calm down and think things through, she grounds him.

Look at her lil nod at the end, she doesn’t dislike him <3 (Even tho the other dragons he summoned def found him annoying at the very least so it’s not a forced devotion mind control issue)

Thistle and Falin, sitting on a web, o-b-s-e-s-s-i-n-g!

Pathetic meow meow x ultimate cinnamon roll basically. A cinnamon roll that will turn to bloody murder only for him, and is kinda aware and okay with that?? I can’t wait to see how Falin will react to Thistle when she’s revived in the last chapters… There’s a parallel here to be found as well, Falin is fully devoted to Thistle, like how Thistle is fully devoted to Derghal. Falin’s biggest goal is to protect the people she loves, like Thistle with his family. They have some interesting subtle similarities…

AND. Also they are both natural born magical geniuses. Falin was ostracized for it while Thistle was lifted up for it though, but yes they were both treated differently for it and it affected them, also gaining a sense of responsibility due to it as well.

Marcille x Thistle

It’d be interesting, I had thoughts about it with them battling it out for dungeon lord title and being both mage elves with personalities clashing… And then he “died” holding her hand so hah! That’s a win in my books.

Yes so it has interesting potential due to a few things. Dungeon master x person desperate to study dungeons, the hand holding just as he died (She just happened to be the closest to him when he was dying, but I still think that speaks of potential future dynamics they could have had. The last thing he did was reach out for help and companionship. He mocked her for being a half-elf, and yet his last wish and hope is entrusted to her), the whole elf mage thing they have matching which means they share an area of study aka interests and conversation topics, but most of all it’s the tragic narrative of it y’know. I think in another universe, if Thistle had allowed Marcille a conversation as she had requested, she could have positively influenced him. If Marcille pacified him and they spoke- oh I have no doubt she’d piss him off which could be a fun dynamic in non life-threatening scenarios lol, but he could answer her questions about dungeons, pertaining to her goals and dreams, and I think he’d gain a smart and capable companion along the way. Someone that would truly understand him and be able to intellectually ground him and argue it out to find the best solution. As a dungeon master, I think he would be maybe the best placed to make her rethink through her dream and dungeon plans as well, if she starts seeing him not as a fully insane guy (which means she thinks she would fare better as a dungeon lord than him), but an individual influenced by the Power. Like the manga pointed out early on, Marcille may be great at theoretics, but practice is ultimately the most important thing, and experience as a dungeon master is what Thistle has, exemplified with how he created an ecosystem that worked with the layers unlike Marcille who immediately disturbed everything.

They both just want to live peacefully and forever with their loved ones </3 yeah I think they’d understand each other better than anyone else. It’s very interesting to note that Thistle was an elf in a kingdom of humans/tallmen, who had seen generations of the royal family as seen through the paintings. Losing people was his greatest fear, like it is hers. Elf otherized for being an adopted elf in a kingdom of tallmen projecting his want of belonging onto her by thinking she wants to be a full half-elf… She just wanted to talk 😔 She isn’t afraid to call him out on his bullshit, y’know what good. They have a lot of parallels, like again long lived elf growing up around and surrounded by short lived loved ones. And that’s without mentioning the 1000 years thing… They could have a lot of existential convos and themes.

… Marcille x Falin x Thistle polycule You know, it’d be fun if Izutsumi interacted with Thistle as well, they’d duel to the death fr. I just want more Thistle content ok…

#Dungeon meshi #character analysis #ship analysis #Thistle #Falin Touden #Marcille Donato #HEAR ME OUT #ot3 #Rarepair #thistle x marcille #thistle x falin #uhh how do we call this hm #Marthistlin???#Thistlin #Sissel #sisselin #Marsisselin #Works better with the canon name innit #Dunmeshi rarepairs

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