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90shetfield · 2 months ago

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Security - Art the clown x F!y/n

I FINALLY GOT THE COURAGE TO POST THIS!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO OR MORE ONE SHOTS IM OPEN TO REQUESTS!!

TW: Blood and bits of gore!! (read at your own risk)

When is this hell going to end? I ask myself that. It's not like I have anyone to talk to in this shit hole. My arms ache, confined with rough rope already giving me marks underneath. The small trickle of blood falls down into the puddle around me. It's not a big puddle, but the deep red crimson liquid is obviously mine. The cuts all around my exposed flesh are enough to make me want to scream…but I can't…I'm trapped. One minute I was okay, going to pick up Vicky’s sister with her and the next. I'm tied up all bloodied and bruised.I don't know where they are, where are my friends? The throbbing of my head hits me harder. I'm so clueless right now and the smell is rancid. It smells like someone died in here , maybe even multiple people. The strong sent cuts through my nostrils causing my face to twitch with disgust.

I'm just worried about my friends. Dawn, Tara, and Vicky. I need to know if they are okay. So many thoughts are clouding my vision and mind. So many questions but no answers. I bite the inside of my cheek, getting more and more hysterical. The situation is really setting in now. Some disgusting creep took me hostage. A singular tear falls down my cheek, the loud beating of my heart echoing in the room.

I hear a loud screech jolting me from my faded thoughts. W-was that vicky? I try to break out of the ropes to save my friend. Rubbing my arm back and forth trying to weasel my way out. All it does is make more blood fall into the pile. My heavy breathing stops as I stop trying to get out. I really am trapped in this disgusting room.

Am I going to die?

More warm tears release from my burning eyes open to the world around me. My chances at living are slim. The loud shout stopped as the eerie silence once again occupied the abandoned building. I beg for just one sound to know my humanity is still here, still intact from this real nightmare.

Then like my prayers were answered I hear the sound of footsteps growing closer to my captivity with every thud of the foot. To say I was hyperventilating is an understatement. I'm in full on panic mode right now. I try one last time to try and get out of the chair to at least have a chance. I thrash around so much that the chair tips over knocking the breath out of me. The footsteps stop at the sudden loud bang coming from in here.

“Shit” I mutter to myself still being attached to the now broken chair. I clench my fists feeling clueless now. All of the crap attempts got me into an even worse spot than I was before. My eyes shut feeling completely out of it. I can't do this, I'm not going to get out. Those words persist in every single image in my mind.

I kept them close for at least a full minute not wanting to see my fate.

I slowly open them back up again only to be met with a gaze of piercing black ones staring into mine. I let out a blood curdling scream being able to make a sound now. His gaunt facial features are plastered with heavy amounts of white face paint, only black around his eyes and mouth leaving a dot on the tip of his sharp nose. He pointed at me, face contorting in a gigantic smile almost as if he was egging me on for the attempt. I take notice of the red liquid all over him, staining his clown costume? It's not unusual to be dressed like this because it's halloween night but that blood isn't fake…it's real…

He walks behind my chair pushing it back to its original position. It is broken now it just becomes very unstable, like my mental state. My eyebrows knit together as he stands right in front of me again. The face doesn’t stop smiling. He gives me a wave before sitting down criss-crossing on the floor ahead of me.

“Who are you?” I say softly not wanting to show how petrified I really am. He gives a shrug reaching out and touching the cuts on my leg. I feel the sharp jerk of pain on my ankle where the cut he was touching was. He used the blood to spell out three letters on the dirty pavement. I look down seeing them. He points proud at his art, Because it literally spells art

“Art? Your name is Art?” He nods eagerly, clapping his hands happily. I got what he was trying to convey. A bunch of this stuff still isn't making sense though. He gets back up and unties my hands from the rope. I gasp in a sigh of relief raising my hand to see the damage.

“Did you put me here? Do you know where my friends are?” He nodded again. So he does know where they are.

“Are they okay? His smile somehow gets even bigger. He shakes his head no showing off his bloody costume.

“No!” I clench my jaw falling out of my seat onto the cold unkept floor. I repeat the word over and over again not believing it was true. He knows even if he untied me I couldn't get out with how much I was battered. His eyes look soulless like there's nothing left. I'm going to end up just like them, a rotting corpse. He continues to mock and berate me using only his gestures and movement.

The tears reappear. I can't believe this..i refuse to believe it..how could such a guy do such a thing with no remorse. He looks down at my pathetic stature but his smile isn't there anymore instead he just stares at me, with awe? I'm not sure how he's looking at me but shouldn't he have killed me by now? Or am i just a little puppet he gets to play with until he rips me limb from limb

“Please…im begging you… don't kill me..” I plead for my life hoping it will at least get him to reconsider. I'm imagining their dead bodies on the floor next to me, they tried to fight but they couldn’t overpower him and his insanity. He put his foot on my stomach ready to stomp on me till i'm bits. All of that energy I had trying to break loose from the ropes has faded away by now only leaving me with a broken spirit knowing my time is coming up.

“If you have a heart you’ll let me live, i believe you do..” he lowers his foot from my stomach and walks away going over to the black garbage bag he carried into here because i don't remember it in here before. I hear the clashing of metal objects as he wanders around the giant back for something. He smiles again giving me a devious look. I'm paralyzed in my place shaking. He's going to do what I think he's going to do. He kicks me with uncertainty to get my attention. It wasn’t a hard kick, just unsure, like this has never happened to him before. I sat up looking at him. A small twinkle in his sad eyes is now present. He shows me a little baby doll taking my hand and placing it into it.

“You want me to have this art?” I rub the baby’s porcelain face. The blood from a victim comes off onto my thumb. I feel a warm sensation at the unusual gesture from a serial killer. He gives a thumbs up patting me on the head.

When I try to tell him thank you he's already gone taking the trash bag with him. My mouth is wide open, I'm shell shocked. Did he just let me live? I don't even care right now. This stupid baby doll gives me a small hope of security and happiness in this dark time. I cradle it humming one of my favorite songs waiting for his return.

(please don't hate on me for this if its shit this is my first fic in a while! Might have spelling errors and stuff like that!You are more than welcome to give me suggestions on how to improve my writing I'm open to that always! TYSMMM FOR READING)

-Maxine

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moodymisty · 1 year ago

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So I had these sitting around for a bit and didn't have any use for them, so i just decided to clean it a bit and then post it. So here, two snippets of a nailsremoved!AU to be balm on the wound of the inevitable tragedy that is Angron. Apologies about any incohesiveness due to it's rough nature. I'm trying to get more confidence in my own writing and posting more of the ideas that I don't spend 80 years on.

Relationships: Angron/Fem!Reader (an AU of my 'stolen historitor' saga)

Warnings: None really apart from typical 40k talk and Angron's general existence

Snippet 1

The only word you can use to possibly describe it, is euphoric.

Never in a million years, in all of your hopes and prayers and desperate pleas, did you ever think it would even be possible. Even he hadn't; Though as with much of his life, he'd accepted his inevitable fate with the same despondent anger as with much else.

You shouldn't be awake, but you can't help but watch him for a moment.

Angron sleeps sitting. Perhaps its a remnant of his time in the gladiator pits. That would make the most logical sense to you, watching as his chin presses against his collarbone. He has one leg bent and one straight out, his left elbow resting on the bent one. He's prepared to fight, even in his sleep. Even his chainaxes are still within reach. You know if you even shifted towards them, they'd be in his hands within the blink of an eye.

But it's still odd to you, not seeing them. The nails were such a poignant, overt part of Angron's silhouette, that their removal has been an adjustment. It feels like a part of him is missing; In an odd sort of way.

You accidentally shift, and he opens his eyes. You smile at him.

He grunts. You snuffle closer to him and lay against his side, content to stay there for the time being. He doesn't remove you, so you assume it's fine.

You’re happy, but it’s bittersweet.

You know that while Angron no longer feels the full punishment of the nails against every other emotion but rage, that portions of the nails that couldn’t be removed; The pieces that replaced parts of his brain will always give him pain. To say that he is cured is laughable as like some sort of sick curse, he can have no relief in his life. A more accurate description would be that they neutered the Butcher’s Nails to give Angron some breathing room.

"Does it still hurt?"

You say softly, feeling his massive hand flop on your hip.

While there is no longer any nails for you to soothe, he does still feel as if your company gives him relief. Perhaps that's just another human emotion he's only just now been able to taste.

“No.”

You don’t know if he says it because it’s true, or he merely mistakes the neutering of pain as full relief it would make sense, given how long he’s lived with the nails; The pain becoming part of him and even its slight removal could feel like it was gone.

He could also just be lying. Though perhaps it would be more accurate to say refusing to show weakness. Someone like him won't simply admit that pain is affecting him. He'll never show his stomach to anyone, now matter how close you may be to him.

He stares at you. Hard. It’s always impossible to tell what he’s thinking until he inevitably says it.

“You worry too much.”

Your lips purse, and Angron grips your face not too hard, but hard enough to make your cheeks empty of air.

"I'm not the only one. I'm just the only one who admits it." The gladiator makes a disgruntled, irritated face and looks away.

Snippet 2

What an odd moment in time, Sanguinius thinks.

To imagine that out of all of his brothers, the one hailing from Nuceria would be the one to change so drastically. And to think they'd almost thought him lost.

Such is the nature of life, he guesses. For things to change so quickly. Even in their long lives it doesn't seem to slow down in the slightest.

Sanguinius looks across the massive room, watching the World Eater's Primarch interact with the only human he's given time of day. A question must've been asked, as they look up to him with a curiosity and Angron glances down to give an amused scoff.

It's barely there, but he sees it. It's just barely noticeable in the slightly softened look in his eyes. But the angel is keen, and catches it. He speaks up to either of the men in his presence, to neither in particular.

"I've never seen that man crack even the smallest smile. And it's been, what, three hundred years?"

Sanguinius' wings are fluffed, comfortable in the presence of two of his closest brothers. They've even seen Konrad smile; Though context proves to be a valuable marker in regards to him in particular. Magnus crosses his arms and looks towards Horus, not having heard him when the two of them exchanged an amused chuckle at Sanguinus' observation. Odd, for the Warmaster. Normally whenever he's in the Angel's company on Terra, it's hard to keep a laugh off of his lips.

"Have you, brother?"

Horus looks towards his brothers with a soft, charming smirk, one that fades ever so slightly as he looks to Angron. He thinks back, trying to remember a moment where the man hailing from Nuceria had ever shown anything but rage boiling just beneath the surface.

He lets out a soft chuckle when he comes up completely empty, and shakes his head.

"No, I don't think I have."

With all three in agreement Sanguinus makes some sort of lighthearted jest to Magnus at Angron's expense, looking away from the Warmaster for a moment. He doesn't let his perfect veneer drop, as he sees the old gladiator speak words not audible to him at you.

Horus watches for a moment longer, and then walks away.

#not putting it in all the main tags because it's just a blurb #angron x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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hotshotsxyz · 2 years ago

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different now

(buddie) (719 words) (6b spec) the rest of what i posted earlier, featuring eddie waiting for buck to wake up and calling the universe out on its bullshit

Buck’s name has been stuck in his throat for days now and Eddie’s starting to choke on it.

Buck died.

He died.

He’s not dead, but he died, and he could die again and Eddie wants to start screaming all over again. Needs to, he thinks, because how else is the universe going to understand that if it takes Buck away from him, Eddie’ll never be whole again.

I thought you didn’t believe in the universe, a mocking voice that sounds just a little bit like Buck says in the back of his head.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie replies aloud, “you do. That’s got to mean something.”

He clasps Buck’s cold, still hand between his own and presses his forehead against it, bowed in a strange caricature of prayer.

“You know, Hen told Christopher you were here, not me. The hospital kept me overnight for observation, so she picked him up from Carla. First thing he asked was where you were.”

Buck, predictably, says nothing.

“Is that how you felt when– when I…” Eddie continues. “I don’t think I understood before. I thought I did, but… god, Buck, it’s different now, isn’t it?”

Eddie gently sets Buck’s hand back down on the rough hospital sheets and rubs his eyes tiredly.

“I’m terrified,” Eddie admits. “What am I supposed to do if–” the lump in his throat cuts him off.

His eyes catch on the scar peeking out from beneath the collar of Buck’s hospital gown. Unconsciously, Eddie reaches for his own burn, flinching when his fingers make contact.

When he dreams, Eddie’s skin is pristine. There are no twin scars on his shoulders, no burn on his arm. Buck, too, is free from any permanent reminders of his wounds, past or present. The thin scar that’s sat at the base of his throat since the day Eddie met him is gone, and the skin of his left leg is creamy and smooth.

Eddie wonders who those people are, the versions of him and Buck with no scars between them. Are they still… whatever it is that they are to each other? Or have they never even met. Maybe the only version of Eddie who never had a scar is the one who was lost to the desert. Maybe the version of Buck without scars is the one who never stopped wandering.

A wave of anger crashes over him.

“Why us?” he bites out. “Or– why him? He was trying to help someone. He didn’t deserve to be hit out of nowhere by some unseen force of the universe!”

Neither did you, the Buck-adjacent voice reminds him.

“I know,” Eddie says quietly. He takes Buck’s hand again and squeezes it. “I also don’t deserve to watch another person I– I don’t deserve to watch you die. So you have to wake up, okay? For– for Chris, and for Maddie, and Bobby, and everyone else who loves you, and… and for me, okay?”

Buck’s hand twitches and a jolt of hope zips up Eddie’s spine.

“Yes, Buck, yes,” he says, nearly jumping out of his chair. “You fight to come home to your family, okay? We need you.”

Eddie leans forward and brushes his thumb across Buck’s cheek.

“Open your eyes,” he whispers.

A small groan escapes Buck’s lips.

Eddie freezes, not even daring to breathe for fear he might send Buck tumbling back down into whatever black hole his mind created to protect him.

Buck’s eyelashes flutter, then finally, finally, they open.

A tear slides down Eddie’s cheek. “Buck,” he breathes.

Buck blinks a few times, gaze unfocused, until something seems to shift and his attention lands on Eddie. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but all that comes out is a soft rasp. He swallows and tries again.

“Eds,” he barely whispers. “Hurt?”

“Yeah Buck,” Eddie says quietly, “you got hurt.”

Buck frowns and squeezes Eddie’s hand. “No. Are… you?” he asks, slowly, painfully.

“No,” Eddie says in a rush of air. “No, Buck, I’m okay. Everyone’s okay. You–” Eddie closes his eyes.

“M’okay too, Eds,” Buck says.

“You are,” Eddie says. “Thank you.”

Buck’s brow furrows. “F’what?” he asks.Eddie shakes his head and laughs softly. For bringing him back to me, he thinks in the general direction of the universe. “For coming home,” he says aloud.

#911 #911 spoilers #911 spec #buddie #fic #911fic #911 fic #buddie fic #tbh idk how i feel about this one but posting it anyway bc why tf not #will rb for tags in a sec!#abbie writes #userceecee

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twistthesinews-writes · 3 months ago

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The Needle and the Damage Done

Summary: Devil's Minion era. Daniel drinks Armand's blood for the first time. There's no going back now. [1063 words]

Disclaimer: Listen. Don't come at me. I haven't even read Queen of the Damned. I hadn't been planning on writing any fic for these two in the first place. Then I remembered Henning May's cover of The Needle and the Damage Done and something possessed me right in the middle of an online class and uh. This happened. (Whether or not you read this, definitely listen to that cover. Because like. Damn.)

I may have taken significant creative liberties with how it feels to drink vampire blood.

Still in pretty rough shape, I might try to neaten it up, continue it, and post it on AO3 eventually. For now, though, it's gonna live here. Enjoy some fucked up power dynamics and a junkie not-quite-realizing that he's bitten off more than he can chew.

The first time he drank of the blood, he knew he had crossed a line.

Up until then, it had been just another thing to try, just another probably-dumb idea. Dumber than his usual, maybe, sure, but at the end of the day just another step down his not-so-slow but mundanely steady path of self-destruction.

The instant the first drop slides down his throat, he feels the ground disappear beneath him and knows he’s reached that path’s end. What he thought was just another step turned out to be a plummet off the edge of the cliff he always knew, but never truly believed was there.

And then it’s too late.

He grabs Armand’s wrist, drags it to his mouth with more desperation and naked need than he’s ever felt drinking from a bottle, be it liquor or milk. He barely catches the flicker of cold amusement from the creature he does not yet realize he has just become wholly reliant on. For this, he cannot find another dealer. He can’t drop to his knees in the right club bathroom for another hit. Now, to a deeper degree than he even knew was possible, he is an owned thing.

For the moment, though, he isn’t thinking about this. He isn’t thinking about anything at all, everything beyond the instinct to drink, drink, drink stripped from him. He is too far gone to be ashamed of the mewling whimper he lets out when the source of the blood is ripped away from him. He turns his eyes up, wet, pleading, to those of his new master and finds a glinting smile.

“That’s enough for now, boy,” he says. Daniel blinks, slowly, an electric feeling starting to spark its way through his body. Neuron by neuron, his brain begins to come back to life.

“For now,” he repeats hoarsely. “We can do this again?” It’s a moot question. If the answer is no, Daniel will die. That doesn’t feel like melodrama, it feels like simple fact.

“If you’re good,” Armand says, buttoning the cuff of his shirtsleeve.

“Anything,” Daniel breathes. “Armand— I— anything.” Daniel tries to crawl toward Armand on the bed, but abruptly, his tingling arms give out from under him and he falls, landing face-first on the sheets in front of where Armand sits cross-legged. Before he can roll over so he can breathe, Armand’s hand lands in his hair, pressing his face harder into the mattress. Daniel doesn’t resist. Right now, breathing seems superfluous to Armand’s hand on him, Armand’s blood in him.

You’ll never leave me now, will you? he hears in his head. Stars swirling behind his eyes, he shakes his head as best he can. He tries to open his mouth to reply, but the pressure against his face is too great and he can’t draw breath to speak anyway. Instead he thinks, as hard as he can,

No. No. Never. I’ll never leave you, never, never, never— Things are getting hazy, now—maybe vampire blood doesn’t actually absolve a human of his need for oxygen—but even as he begins to lose feeling in his extremities, still all his thoughts are occupied by that one-worded mantra, repeated like a prayer. The stars flashing behind his closed eyelids are blinking out one by one when abruptly the hand against his head yanks him up by the hair. He heaves in a gasp of air, the room suddenly very bright, every desperate inhale carrying sharper, more intense scents than he’s ever experienced before.

“All right,” murmurs Armand, effortlessly flipping Daniel onto his back, stroking his hair as he pants. “All right. How do you feel?”

Daniel blinks up at Armand’s upside-down face. “I… I can hear a woman on the street hushing her baby. She’s speaking… Serbian, I think? Something Slavic. And the Nuts4Nuts guy—he’s just put a fresh batch of peanuts on to roast. I can smell them. Armand,” Daniel says urgently. “Armand, the window’s closed. The window’s closed and we’re on the seventh floor.”

Armand smiles indulgently down at him. “And so we are.”

Daniel closes his eyes and takes another breath. “Is this what it’s like for you all the time?”

All of a sudden, the electricity sparking through his veins meets oxygen and is set ablaze. He leaps off the bed, energy pulsing through him. “Is this how you feel all the time?,” he repeats excitedly. “God, no wonder food tastes like nothing to you—what could compare to this?” Daniel bounces on his feet a few times, then reaches out to yank on Armand’s wrist. “Come on, let’s go!”

Armand arches an eyebrow at him. Pulling on him is like pulling stone. “Go?”

“Yes, come on, let’s go out! Let’s go chase down some dumb guy or get in a bar fight or steal a painting or—or—or anything, let’s just go!” Daniel’s bouncing from foot to foot now, all but running in place. The energy thrumming through him is easily equal to any coke high he’s experienced, and usually he wouldn’t hesitate to strike out on his own at this point, burn that energy off however he saw fit. But somehow the only thing worse than staying still right now is the thought of being away from Armand. Armand, who looks from where Daniel is pulling ineffectively at his wrist to Daniel’s slightly manic grin with a deeply unimpressed expression.

“You’re forgetting your manners, I think,” he says softly. “Is this how you show me your gratitude?”

Daniel drops his hand as if burned. “No, I—I’m sorry—I—I only meant—”

Armand tsk’s softly. Daniel feels it like a knife in his chest.

“I know just what you meant, child. You think I can’t find sufficient outlet for the ancient energy in your veins here, in this apartment? In this very room?”

Golden eyes bore into him, and Daniel finds his sense of fear has been intensified along with everything else. He stops bouncing, trains his eyes on the ground, not daring to meet the deceptively soft gaze of the predator that owns him.

“Of—of course. I mean, what… what would you like to do?”

Silence. Daniel risks glancing up. The danger has dissolved from Armand’s face, replaced by a fond smile.

“Oh my darling boy.” A hand caresses Daniel’s cheek. “Why don’t we go out?”

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Fun fact: I wrote the first draft of this by hand in my best cursive during online class. No clue why. I'd meant to take my lecture notes on that paper. In possibly-related news, I suspect I haven't gotten my Adderall dosage quite right yet.

If you've gotten this far, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed <3

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ctxinari · 26 days ago

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sneakyscarab · 1 year ago

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hello! it's been a while since ive written out my thoughts about touhou! part of the reason why is that i've been working on a website of my own, which now hosts all my grimoire of nina entries with enhanced bonus features! plus a lot of other things on other pages but this is the relevant part to this post. i'm not sure whether i want to continue making tumblr versions of the posts now that i've set this up, but for now im gonna do both a tumblr edition and a neocities edition. with that out of the way lets get started on...

Touhou 1-5 PC98 Extravaganza!

after finishing the main series (and taking a probably needed break from bullet hells for a bit) I went back to the beginning and checked out the first wave of Touhou, the 5 PC98 games!

putting this up front, while i absolutely respect what these games did to kick off the series and get things going, i cant say i was very fond of them, so the overall tone of this writing is on the neutral to negative side. just something i feel i should note. with that said, let’s get started.

Touhou 1 - Highly Responsive to Prayers

Highly Responsive to Prayers is a weird game. contrary to what one would expect, the First Touhou Game is not a vertical scrolling shooter like others. HRtP is instead a sort of breakout/arkanoid type game, where you control a miko-shaped paddle named Reimu running back and forth bouncing a giant yin-yang orb that clears up tiles, beating a stage once you’ve cleared the screen. it does actually have whispers of the series’ future though, with turrets in levels that shoot bullets towards you, Reimu having a amulet-shooting ability (influence the orb's movement), screen-clearing bombs, and menacing boss fights.

you heard me right, this breakout clone has boss fights, and theyre kinda wild. every 5th stage is a boss, which have big hitboxes and shoot out tons of bullets and other attacks which you have to simultaneously avoid while also manipulating your orb in order to hit the boss (because only the orb does damage). After beating the first boss youre given a branching path between Makai or Hell, and either choice gives you 15 more stages for a total of 20.

overall HRtP is a very bizarre and not particularly great game, but its uniqueness makes it really stand out, and if you're in the market to play a weird breakout/bullet hell game for whatever reason you should try it out.

Touhou 2 - Story of Eastern Wonderland

now This is a Touhou game! released alongside HRtP at Comiket 52, Story of Eastern Wonderland is what i would say is the true first Touhou game, being a vertical scrolling shooter with 6 stages, fancy boss fights, and ridiculous characters.

right out of the gate SoEW shows off how wacky the PC98 era lore is, with the first stage containing not one but two military tanks as boss fights. the third stage's boss as well is a weird metallic wall with 5 "eyes" and innumerable laser cannons. its wild. as for gameplay, it's pretty much what you would consider Standard Touhou, although with some features missing that havent been invented yet, notably the movement-slowing Focus mechanic.

one interesting thing about this game is the colour choice: likely due to palette restrictions pretty much the entire game is a combo of red+purple, with the occasional blue+green sprites. even marisa is not immune, having bright red hair only in this game alongside a purple robe+hat.

its very surprising how close SoEW already is to the modern gameplay loop, although i guess it shouldnt be Too surprising considering scrolling shooters are like one of the first game genres ever made. its a pretty fun time, but also pretty rough around the edges.

Touhou 3 - Phantasmagoria of Dim. Dream

if you thought we would stablize into the regular style now that we've seen SoEW, you'd be off the mark. Phantasmagoria of Dim Dream is actually a VS game in the same style as the later PoFV and UDoALG titles! it was really surprising to me seeing just how much experimentation was going on with the series this early in its lifespan, but I suppose that happened a lot back then.

in terms of gameplay PoDD plays surprisingly similar to PoFV, with the same enemy combos, sending spells at each other through a charge meter, and summoning yourself as a boss fight on the other guy's screen as an ultimate move. it even has the same insane boss summon rebound mechanic and the same cheating bastard final boss ai!

one funny difference is that, since faeries hadnt yet been established as go-to mooks, the enemies during duels are a variety of random things. besides ghosts you just have star, moon, or heart shapes with ' ' and ^^ faces. theyre so abstract I kinda love it lol.

like SoEW its surprisingly functional for its age, although also like that game it still lacks features like focus, leaving it being unpolished in comparison to newer variations of this formula. unless youre a PC98 enthusiast id recommend playing PoFV or UDoALG instead, especially since the multiplayer on this one is local-only.

Touhou 4 - Lotus Land Story

now things are starting to standardize. Lotus Land Story is another vertical scrolling shooter and adds in a bunch of features not in SoEW that would go on to be series mainstays: focus, boss phases, boss item drops, and most notably having Marisa as a deuteragonist! if SoEW was a standard touhou missing some features, LLS is taking steps to a full on touhou game, missing just a few mechanics from EoSD, notably the spell card system and point-of-collection line.

LLS is also notable for a few other reasons, one being the character Yuuka who is one of the few PC98 characters to get remade in the windows games, and the other being the origin of the iconic song Bad Apple!! which got remixed by nomico and memed half to death.

Its pretty good, albeit still rough around the edges and missing the sort of spark thats found in later entries.

Touhou 5 - Mystic Square

Mystic Square is where we settle in, playing identical to LLS, which means theres not much to talk about. there are 2 more playable characters than LLS, with both Mima and Yuuka. Mystic Square also includes the 4th and final PC98 character to get remade later in the Windows canon, Alice Margatroid. besides the name and the blonde hair though theres pretty much nothing connecting the two Alices together. if you liked Lotus Land Story you'll probably like this too, i dunno.

alrighty with all those games out of the way its time to talk about the characters of note. and of course if theres one name thats synonymous with PC98 its...

Mima! appearing in four of the five games of this era, Mima is the most consistent character besides Reimu and Marisa, and yet she has never been seen since Mystic Square. this may be a hot take, but i think Mima is emblematic of a lot of the qualities of this era that make it hard to get into from a story perspective. for starters, Mima is incredibly inconsistent. She shows up 4 times and is basically a different character each time; being a random Hell boss in HRtP, a vengeful spirit bent on destroying all humanity (except Marisa i guess?) in SoEW, a woman of few words and a short temper in PoDD, and a snarky bully who tells blatant lies just to see how people react in MS. she also has a weird conceptual design and wack power scaling, being a ghost who was never alive, always been a ghost, who also for some reason has like dragon wings but only when she gets angry (Marisa also has these in PoDD which is really bizarre) and shes able to simply escape being magically sealed away as if she was cracking the seal on a pickle jar and casually beats up everyone in Mystic Square without even blinking. While i do like elements of her character (her lying bastard personality from MS is pretty funny and I see why people would want that back) i think its for the best that she stays in the PC98 era, the one seal she cannot break free of. If she were to come back, so much would have to be rewritten either of the world around her or Mima herself that she would basically be a different character entirely, which i think would cause way more drama than her return is worth.

moving on, lets talk about Genjii! this old fart is basically Reimu's grandpa who is also a magical flying turtle. since Reimu doesnt know how to fly in these games, her pops Genjii gives her a ride whenever she needs to go solve an incident. He also acts as a straight-man to Reimu's comedy in her storylines, often questioning the bizarre things that she says or weird noises she makes. he's just a funny turtle grandpa and i'm here for it. while Genjii has never officially appeared in a game in the Windows era, ZUN has stated that the reason is that he's just enjoying his retirement. Reimu can fly on her own now, so he's just resting in the pond out behind the shrine, doing whatever it is grandpa turtles do in their free time. good for him :>

the last character spotlight is for Meira! she's a cool samurai lady from stage 2 of SoEW who was also Reimu's gay awakening :P (for context, Meira and Reimu's pre-battle conversation is a bit where Meira claims to seek the Hakurei Maiden [for her power] but Reimu assumes that Meira's hitting on her. After clarifying that Meira wants to fight Reimu and take her power after winning, Reimu counter-offers by implying that she'll take Meira as her girlfriend if she wins.) this was almost certainly just intended as a joke, but considering that Touhou Project is basically a yuri wonderland its very funny to see gay implications in literally the second spoken conversation in the entire series. besides that, Meira also has cool attacks utilizing her sword where she makes huge slashes in the air that explode into bullets after a second, which were probably inspiration for Youmu's sick swordplay five games later.

and thats the PC98 era! with these games under my belt ive now played each whole-numbered entry in the series, woo~! so having played them all, what are my thoughts on the origins of Touhou?

i'll start by clarifying that i am generally not a 'Retro Gamer'. while i acknowledge the importance of early entries into series, they are very frequently rough, unpolished, or just straight up unfun because the devs are still working out the kinks on how they want the series to go. this is doubly so for games from this pre-2000s era, where game design in general was still a new concept and most games were working off arcade standards of high difficulty to steal quarters. early Touhou is not exempt from this, these games are missing a lot of features added later that make the games more fun, and the difficulty is much higher with a lot more 'bullshit' design like bullets that spawn on your character or a lack of proper resources given on respawn leading to a cycle of death.

all said, i cant say i really enjoyed my time with the PC98 titles. you may have noticed that i didn't mention 1cc runs so far in this article, and the reason for that is i couldnt find the motivation to keep trying for more runs like i did with the future games. mix that in with the bizarre, nonsensical, and often self-contradictory writing and you have a recipe for mediocrity. PoDD in particular is an absolute dearth of writing and worldbuilding. most character interactoins are like one sentence long, and the plot involves two scientists on a "Probability Space Hypervessel" who somehow invited in the characters from Gensokyo to the real world so that they could capture them and steal their magic for clout. In Marisa's route after she beats them up they give her a weapon as a reward which is a ICBM with a smiley face that Marisa names Mimi-chan and rides around instead of her broom. like its all so ridiculous you can just tell that these were like student projects done by a dude in his free time and not a serious attempt at making a world or story.

overall i just really have trouble finding passion for these titles compared to the later entries, to the point that i had to shove all 5 of these games into a single article and its about as much writing as Subterranean Animism alone. im sorry if youre a big PC98 and/or Mima enjoyer but theyre not for me, and i have to say im glad that Touhou moved on and evolved past this point.

thank you for reading, and i'll see you next time, whenever that is!

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srishti-123 · 17 days ago

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Diamond Polki Accessory: A Tradition for Every Festival

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Introduction

Diamond Polki accessories increase the beauty of Indian festivals, which are an excellent way to celebrate culture, customs, and unity. From Karva Chauth to Eid, from Diwali to Navratri, these celebrations are defined by rituals, prayers, feasts, and, of course, putting on beautiful jewellery. Diamond accessories, famous for its beautiful craftsmanship and the pure beauty of uncut diamonds, is one of the most treasured jewellery styles in Indian culture. These accessories provide an important part in increasing celebrations by combining the difference between culture and modern style. Diamondi accessory is deeply rooted in Indian festivals, symbolizing tradition, beauty, and cultural pride. Its appeal continues, connecting generations and celebrating culture.

The Everlasting Beauty of Diamond Polki

Diamond polkiis created with uncut diamonds because they are raw but maintain their rough, natural shape. As a result, the pieces have an unique, natural appearance that represents the raw beauty of nature. Polki diamonds have a classic quality that defines them apart from polished diamonds, which have an accurate and flawless appearance. Precious metals like gold, silver, or platinum are used to create the designs, which often include detail sets.

Polki gemstones are highly prized because of their unique attractiveness, especially during festivals. The accessory is a perfect match for the celebratory outfit worn during Indian celebrations because of its uncut diamonds' quality to reflect brightness and the designs' delicate craftsmanship.

Diamond polki in Festivals: A Symbol of Blessings

Festivals in India are a time for reflection, spiritual reconnection, and wellness. Since jewellery is said to bring blessings, success, and assurance, it is seen as an important part of the festivities. Because of its cultural importance and the raw, uncut diamonds' maintained effective power, diamond polki in particular are considered as fortunate.

For example, wearing Diamond polki is believed to bring wealth, health, and great energy during Diwali, a celebration that celebrates the victory of light over darkness. Similarly, married women celebrate their husbands' longevity and well-being by wearing traditional jewellery, such as Polki, during Karva Chauth.

Diamond polki is perfect for unique, ceremonial events since the uncut diamonds are thought to be an expression of the spirit of God.

Complete Your Festive outfits with Polki Jewels

Diamond polki stands out for its versatility. It is suitable for a variety of events, including luxurious weddings to casual family get-togethers during holidays. Polki gemstones are beautiful because they go well with both modern and traditional outfits. Diamond jewellery gives a touch of beauty to any outfit, whether it is a bridal lehenga or a Diwali saree.

In addition, heavy items are not the only type of polki. Designers have transformed over time to create lighter, more modern patterns that may be used with everyday clothing. This makes it the perfect addition for every festival-related event, whether it is a large celebration or a little get-together with family.

The Increasing Popularity of Diamond polki Globally

Diamond polki is becoming more popular outside of India due to the growing interest in Indian culture and the popularity of destination weddings. No matter their cultural background, brides from all over the world are increasingly choosing diamond accessories to include a touch of Indian culture into their weddings.

This jewellery's appeal comes from its uniqueness and the class it adds to any outfit. People searching for something that combines tradition and modern concepts are drawn to its raw, organic beauty. Polki is becoming more and more fashionable as destination weddings gain popularity, particularly among brides who want to celebrate modern fashion and express their history.

Celebrate in Style with Diamond polki

1.Diwali: Celebrating Light and Prosperity

One of India's biggest holidays, Diwali represents the victory of light over darkness. Families come together to celebrate, worship, and adorn their homes during this event. Diamond polki, which represents the light of hope and wealth, is a popular option for Diwali since it gives a stunning glow. It is a suitable accessory for this event because of the detailed designs and uncut diamonds that reflect the light from the diyas and candles.

2.Navratri: A Time for Tradition and Dance

The nine-night festival of Navratri, which honors Goddess Durga, is defined by loyalty, dance, and fasting. Women usually wear traditional clothes and accessories for this celebration, and Polki accessories are a perfect option. Women feel more linked to their culture and customs because of the complicated patterns of Polki items, which also give grace to the dance and reflect the true meaning of the event.

3.Karva Chauth: A Symbol of Love and Devotion

Married women keep the Karva Chauth fast for their husbands' well-being. Women dress themselves with their finest jewellery during this event, with Polki gemstones being usually the most popular option. The beauty of Polki accessories, which stands for affection, loyalty, and dedication improves the ceremonies and festivities.

4.Eid: A Celebration of Faith and Unity

Muslims celebrate Eid, which brings families together for joy, parties, and prayers as it celebrates the end of Ramadan. Families gather to share meals, share gifts, and say prayers on this day. Polki accessories are often put on on this occasion because of its beautiful patterns and classic appeal. Polki pieces are an excellent match for the occasion because of their bright light, which increases the festive atmosphere of Eid.

Diamond Accessory: Connecting Generations Through Tradition

Diamondi accessories provide a connection between generations, and not just an accessory. Polki pieces are passed down as traditions by many families, maintaining the cultural treasures of India. Because each piece tells its history, it serves as a symbol of history, culture, and family. Wearing Polki accessories is an option to celebrate another generation of tradition and pay thanks to all those who appeared before you.

Conclusion

Diamond Polki accessories are a perfect match for every celebration due to their classic charm that connects the past and present. These jewellery pieces offer a touch of beauty and cultural importance to the festive conditions from Diwali to Eid. Diamond jewellery combines in perfectly with modern styles and maintains the natural appeal of tradition through its unique craftsmanship and uncut diamonds. These accessories are an important part of Indian customs because they not only improve your celebration but also represent blessings, affection, and loyalty. These Polki are still a treasured item that has been handed down through the centuries and symbolizes tradition, balance, and the importance of every occasion as its popularity grows across the world.

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jsms01 · 2 years ago

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My 10 Hacks for Maximum Productivity

“How do you stay on track?” “How do you stay focused and productive?” “How do you get so much done?” These are questions I get asked regularly — from friends, my team members, people at the gym, and clients. While I love to be spontaneous and flexible, when it comes to productivity, the name of the game for me is routine and having a plan. For me, it all boils down to 10 simple steps. And it WORKS. Ok, you may be wondering… why is this weight loss guru talking about productivity? Well, when you think about it, they are actually quite similar! When I’m asked, “How do you help people lose weight and keep it off?” the answer is, “I developed a specific methodology.” It’s not luck, or a shot in the dark, or a mystery. The secret here is that there is no secret. There’s a science. A process. Weight loss and productivity have many parallels. That’s why I thought you’d love to learn about my proven 10-step productivity system… because it will help you in your own life (and likely in your weight loss, too). My 10 hacks for maximum productivity: 1. A Morning Routine with 3 M’s Perhaps the most important element of a productive day is your morning routine. For years, I heard this from many experts, but didn’t take it seriously. Here’s what my days used to look like: Within 5 minutes of waking, I would jump on my computer and start working. “Seize the day!” I’d say, as I sat in that same spot from 6am until my body started to doze off around 11 at night. I THOUGHT that this is what being productive meant. Work. Work. Work. But the truth was… I was not being productive or proactive; I was being reactive. My mind was never clear. I was constantly jumping from one thing to another. My brain was pretty much in crisis mode, alway looking for what had to be done next. Because of this, even though I was doing a lot, I never actually felt accomplished. I always felt like I was a step behind, trying to keep up, playing catch up. It was like playing a game of whack-a-mole all day long! Starting my day in this headspace was detrimental to the quality of my work, my health, and the quality of my life. Then I FINALLY realized that… The brain is at its highest operating power in the morning… and I was giving all of that energy to everyone else’s tasks! That’s when I started taking control of my mornings with a clear routine. So now this is what I do. The recipe for my morning routine essentially has 3 ingredients, what I call the 3 M’s of the morning: Mindset, Movement and Mojo. Mindset: I start the morning with a time for meditation, prayer and journaling — anywhere from 10 to 30 minutes. The key is to get me to a state of peace and gratitude so that everything that flows out of me, comes from a grounded place. A place of peace. Without this step, I fall into old frazzled habits. Movement: I typically do my “Morning Metabolism Hack” which is a quick run to the coffee shop (more on that in this post), or it might be five minutes of body movement exercises (like push-ups, jumping jacks, and squats), or a few minutes flowing through my favorite yoga poses (like downward facing dog and cobra pose). Mojo: I find my mojo once I have my PFC-balanced breakfast, supplements and coffee! Breakfast is usually a smoothie because I can make this really fast, and I don’t usually feel like eating a big meal when I wake up, AND I can jam-pack it with tons of supplements and nutrition that fuel my body and brain for the day—like Glutapowder Redefined, Multipowder Redefined and Fruits & Greens Redefined. Mornings don’t have to be rough. I now enjoy my mornings more than ever. This short routine generates momentum, and makes me feel like I’ve already won the day! 2. I make my bed. This one is simple. Right when I wake up, I make my bed. It gives me a sense of accomplishment right away, which has a ripple effect on the rest of my day. There may actually be scientific reasons for how this works, but for me personally, I notice that when I make my bed it sets me up for a day of accomplishing things. And because I work from home, for me to be able to focus, my space needs to be tidy. So this is an easy win-win to kick off the day. 3. I declutter. On the regular. And I think this goes beyond the simple fact that I normally work from home and like a clean space. I think decluttering my space also declutters my brain. So, I’ve been working really hard at leading more of a minimalist lifestyle, getting rid of clutter and extra stuff, and the more I move toward that, the more freedom I find. Full disclosure: This has been something that’s been super challenging for me. I was raised to be very resourceful (we got our clothing from garage sales, never threw anything out, and didn’t waste anything). This is probably why it’s been hard for me to get rid of stuff. I’ve realized that having extra, unnecessary, unused things occupies energy and space in my mind. Abiding by the rule “If it’s not beautiful, you don’t love it, or haven’t used it in a year, it goes” makes it super simple. It also means less stuff to take care of, and less decisions to make. That’s why, for instance, when I speak, you’ll see me wearing the same blue dress just about every time. When I’m preparing for a big speech, the last thing I want to do is waste precious brain space and mental energy trying on dresses or rummaging through my closet. I feel great in the blue one, so that’s the one I rock. Just about every time. 4. I put limits on social media. I have an urge to check my phone right when I wake up, but I’ve made a huge effort to put this to a halt, and instead go into the first M of my morning routine (mindset). I don’t want the first things to enter my brain to be other people’s lives or what’s happening in the world. So, I save my brain space for my own tasks and projects, and I set aside time later in the day to check and post on social media. I also schedule some of my posts so that some days I can take a social media hiatus (you’ll notice my posts aren’t always in the evenings). 5. I plan my day. By deciding what’s most important, organizing and preparing for the day, you can easily make your way through the day knowing what to focus on. At the end of every day (or after my last work task of the day), I regroup, cross off everything I did, and organize my priorities for the next day by creating a “Tomorrow List.” Then the next morning, I revisit this list to plan out my day. Planning your day allows you to proactively choose where to focus. As I’m planning, I make note of the projects I need to work on, and I write out a to-do list on paper so I can cross out items as I get them done. This gives me a great sense of accomplishment! During this planning time, I also make sure to schedule in a workout if it’s a day where my body feels up for it (read this post for more on my workouts). I have my calendar set so that no calls are scheduled before 10am, because the morning is my most productive time, and I want it dedicated to my own projects and program development—not someone else’s (it’s okay to be selfish with your time!). This entire planning process takes less than 5 minutes (some at the end of the day and some at the start of the next day). 6. Do the dreaded thing first. Have you heard the term “eat the frog”? It comes from Brian Tracy, author of “Eat the Frog,” and he bases his morning philosophy off of a quote from Mark Twain: “If the first thing you do each morning is to eat a live frog, you can go through the day with the satisfaction of knowing that that is probably the worst thing that is going to happen to you all day long.” The “frog” he refers to is your most important task—the one you’re dreading the most because it’s so huge and important. (You know what I’m talking about. Ever had that task sit at the top of your to-do list for days… maybe even weeks? And you find that it never seems to get done!? I sure have.) Creating the habit to do your biggest task first can give you a huge boost of accomplishment first thing, AND it gets it done! Putting off tough tasks until the end of the day makes it so much harder because we have a much lower brain capacity. Get it out of the way and move on! I’ve referred to brain capacity a couple of times already in this post, so let me expand on it now: It’s all about managing your energy. Just like it’s important to manage your time, you need to manage your energy. We (ideally after a good night’s sleep!) start with our energy up, and it drains gradually throughout the day. Think of the brain like a muscle: just like any other muscle it gets fatigued the more you use it. So, as the day goes on, it wears out, until you let it rest and recover for a night. Then, when you wake up after a restful night, it is refreshed, sharp and ready to use again! My biggest downfall (maybe yours too?) is giving away my energy to help other people get their work done (email, calls, etc). That’s why, when I plan my day, I aim to tackle one of my biggest projects first thing. When you start with a big task (“frog)”, it’s easier to do it, and then the rest of your day looks pretty awesome by comparison. It’s most productive to get an hour or more of work done on one of your frogs that takes a lot of focus, will and determination to complete before “the rest of the world” gets into your day. 7. I stay ahead of my inbox. And, I also limit my time in there. I’ve notice that it’s so easy to get wrapped up in an overflowing inbox. Before I know it, hours have passed! So, I try to limit my time to 15 minutes in there in the morning. Because I have a team of many people, I do need to check my inbox in the morning to give direction, and answer quick questions so things can get done. My solution is to set a timer to hold me accountable to my 15 minute limit. A key hack I learned from a friend that has been a total game changer for me is to keep my inbox to ZERO (another thing that makes me feel accomplished!!!). I created an Action folder, so anything that will take me longer than 2 minutes to respond to, or that I can’t delegate to someone else, is moved there. This makes it easy for me to spend 15-20 minutes in my inbox and get through everything. Then I block out time on my schedule later to get through the Action folder emails. 8. I use blue light blocking goggles. There are all sorts of apps to block out blue light to promote restful sleep (blue light has a negative effect on your sleep), but the most effective option is these sexy goggles. They help to filter out the blue light emitted by screens as the day goes on. I find it helpful to wear these nerdy blue light blocking goggles to help me wind down and prep for sleeping. Also, the iPhone has a built in “Night Shift” option (look in your settings). 9. Power Hours. Power hours are dedicated time to focus on a specific task or project, and get it done. My friend Stacie told me about these. I do these throughout the day, but also if I have a free evening or on a weekend or vacation if I just want to crank out some work really quick and move on, I’ll set my Be Focused PRO app for 60 minutes, turn on Brain FM and crank it out. 10. I delegate. This concept has been key to not only help me be more productive with my time, but also (and perhaps most importantly), has allowed me to live a more balanced life (and practice what I preach!). By giving certain tasks away to my team members, I can use my energy for projects that demand more of my attention, and not spend time on ones that don’t. Often I am asked, “How do you do it all?” And the answer is, I DON’T. While the brand “Redefined Weight Loss” may appear to be just me, that’s not even close to the truth. We have an amazing team of full time staff members from our operations manager to customer support to dietitians to graphic design, IT, and finance. It took me too long to learn the importance of delegating but once I began reaping the benefits, it became one of my most favorite things to do. 🙂 Since brain capacity is NOT an unlimited resource, delegating allows me to use mine for what matters most. This can apply to anything in life. Find the tasks that aren’t important for you to do, and practicing giving some of those away! Click here to download my free 1-page PDF that I used to develop my morning routine!

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Been overthinking so much, over analyzing. That can fuck up your mind to lead to depression, anxiety, etc. Been a bit low key on social media, just thinking about life. First, I am always going be thanking god for every prayer, he has come to the rescue. Praying for a miracle that I didn't believe was possible. So my thoughts are with God, for helping me though this rough time. Especially when I am alone with my thoughts and isolated to puzzle them together. They can spiral so negative, and trying hard not to overthink. Fuck PPL, shit hard. this is the storm, how to be calm in the storm? How to get though that MF storm?

I am always praying up in these hard times, at times I can't even catch my breathe. Feeling like what am I going to do. Trying keep myself so damn busy, but so busy I am exhausted with my thoughts at the end of the night. Bible is not Social Media scrolling through people life, pictures, being fucking nosy and a silent creeper. Ya you guys know you are silent creeper looking at post or scrolling though thier stories hitting that like button.

Instead of trying pay a therapist(economy is so bad), I am using this as an journal. For an odd moment, I was on here a few years back, felt like they made some good Turkish shows of what I have been feeling and experiencing. I havent cried so much watching these turkish shows, so much better USA shows, but one thing turkish shows i notice is that they repeat same scenario for next new beginning.

What is bugging me you may ask? Like hello get to the damn point already right? Not working. being unemployed feels wierd. I have never even taken a week vacation at any job in years. In this time, havent been relaxing because the saying is money can be gone so quickly. Like a person going to Casino, gambling 5K, 500. The cost of living, cost of food, the cost of everything. Like holy fuck, that is going go quick. Since they raised everything, I won't have much time. Now its like that motivation video, fuck everything, Do YOU moment, find another job. This is where the DO YOU DO ME has to apply now, and you have to say fuck everything else.

#overthinking #depression #struggle #fear #stress

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Time for my first big post. Touhou is one of my greatest passions, and this is a good little(ish) overview of the various games of the series. This sounds like a good opportunity to get my own thoughts on the matter out there with some second opinions and some counterpoints. Overall, I'm generally in agreement with what OP says here though!

The General Pointers

I don't have much to say here. OP hits all the important points as far as general game flow goes. I do wish I could just play games on easy to say I cleared them, but I've been beating games on normal mode since the PC98 era, so I don't feel like I can stop now.

Highly Responsive to Prayers

So, when my friend got me into touhou around the time of UFO's release, I was adamant about starting at the beginning. The beginning beginning. I really enjoyed the game's unique breakout-style gameplay. Is it a poor start point? That depends, in particular, on what you want to get out of a foray into the series. If you're looking to witness firsthand the evolution of the series and its mechanics, then absolutely start here and go in numerical order. By doing this, you'll get a chance to see every mechanic that would become core to the series filtered in over time, while getting to experience some unique, interesting mechanical "trial runs" as the main drunkard himself experiments with a few different mechanical and game styles.

As an aside, partially because of starting with this game and partially because of OST track "Eternal Shrine Maiden", this continues to be among my favorite entries in the series, and probably the game I return to the most.

Story of Eastern Wonderland

While OP is absolutely right about the SoEW start being rough, if, as previously advised, you attempt to play the games in numerical order, you'll find that mechanically, things flow into each other surprisingly cleanly. The lack of focus mode, movespeed being based on shot type and having to mash the button to max your DPS are certainly dated, but consider this: the next entry in the series, you also have to mash to fire in and also doesn't have a slow-move, but character speeds are a little more static and reasonable. I also don't think the bullet patterns in this game are that bad, making it, with some effort, fairly reasonable to learn over a short amount of time once you find the shot-type you're comfortable with.

As an aside, I've never beaten an EX stage, so I'm not going to comment on them. I've tried, but I'm not that good at shmups, unfortunately. Decent, but not good.

Phantasmagoria of Dim. Dream

Not a title to take seriously, and I already made my comment about mechanical flow in the previous entry. I think this is still my favorite of the Vs. Shooter titles, and chains of point-threshold-boss-attacks still crack me up to no end in this game in particular. I'd not suggest passing this one up if you're coming into this from SoEW, but mess around with the characters(most of which you'll never see again), beat Yumemi at least once without fear of continues because these games don't lock endings behind 1cc, and move on.

Lotus Land Story

Now we're starting to resemble the windows series. Now you can focus-move and now you can hold the button to fire without mashing. Mechanics for lives exist, though I don't remember them. Even this far back, we even have ZUN putting in one of his trademark gimmicks of making the Stage 4 Boss change depending on circumstances, in this case which character you are playing as. This is also the first time chronic protagonist Reimu appears as a boss. Unless Seihou came out before this, I forget.

Outside of the 1-to-current journey, I would say that this one is the most-enterable of the PC98 games, and probably the easiest touhou game in the series. The metric I use for how easy a touhou game is, is how long it took me to get my clear, generally. Which is to say, Lotus Land Story is the only touhou game I've cleared on normal with all characters and shot types, and I've never had a failed run. Yes, I got a blind 1cc my first playthrough. I don't know what it is about this game, but I just find it really easy. Shout out to stage 4 theme Alice Maestra.

Mystic Square

Probably the best game in the PC98 era. The mechanics are solid, the challenge is real, Mima and Yuuka are both really fun to play with great dialogue. This is the PC98 game that is going to most feel like a modern touhou game. You can really tell ZUN had the formula and what he wanted the series to be down pat at this point.

Embodiment of Scarlet Devil

If you follow the series on aforementioned game-1-to-current journey, EoSD is probably going to feel like Mystic Square But More with a fresh coat of paint. We're even going from one stage 5 Maid What Enjoys Bladed Implements to another. We have the beginnings of the modern side-HUD, and the first instance of your options migrating to the front of your character during focus mode. Still no visible hitbox, though. A lot of people have nostalgia for this title and it's hard not to see why. I find it a little rough, but enjoyable nonetheless. My 1cc of EoSD was with Reimu A. A perfectly reasonable entry.

Perfect Cherry Blossom

Now we're re-starting the habit of old stage-5 bosses as playable characters, and shot types change, usually in power and intensity, when in focus mode, and finally, we have a visible hitbox. OP already mentioned the cherry border which can act something like a second bomb if you need it. I know that the "meme" is to tell people to start with the next game, but PCB was the one I always remember people saying was the most comfortable starting game. Of the first windows games, this one took me the longest to get a clear with, and my clear was on Sakuya A.

Imperishable Night

Alright, time for hot take number 1. I think imperishable night is hard. IN normal, by my count, is no joke. I can't wrap my head around most of Reisen's patterns. Is it my fault for adamantly staying away from the Reimu/Yukari pair? Maybe. If you like that team, I don't know what it is about them, but it's easy mode for normal mode. I eventually got my clear with the SDM team, this after trying Reimu/Yukari once and instantly clearing.

I would argue, personally, that there's just a little too much going on in this game to say that it's a good start point. Special mechanics that don't show up anywhere else in the series are all over the place here, with the time system and spirit familiars being what you need to play around in order to even have a chance of getting to the end. Another case, however, where OP has it very right on several fronts; this game has a lot of replayability and a great atmosphere. I'd just recommend working up to it first, myself.

Who knows, maybe I'm just bad at remembering to use my bombs.

Phantasmagoria of Flower View

I'm going to say very similar things here to what I said about PoD.D. Mess around with the characters, beat Eiki a few times with people you like and move on. This game has an even worse problem than PoD.D did of just not having nearly the fun factor it does if you're playing against real people that can actually mess up. If you're bored, set up a Lunatic CPU vs. CPU match sometime and watch just how hard they cheat.

Shoot the Bullet and Double Spoiler

I'm lumping these two together unlike OP because of personal experience. One thing that I think OP really didn't impress that they should is the amount of skill demanded by these two games. They are in fact great for their bite-sized nature, but the fact that each of the myriad stages in these games covers 3-10 pictures of a single bullet pattern with variations, means that ZUN drove up the difficulty far above what my brain can parse starting about halfway in. I have hundreds of tries before success on some stages as early as StB's Level 3. It'll certainly teach you to recognize patterns and play around them, but later it'll give you patterns you must circumvent with the main mechanic of the game in order to survive. In this way, I would suggest being more wary of calling these games to start on. Maybe put your nose to the grindstone later on, once you've gotten some handle on the series so that you can better learn the habits these games will try to teach you.

Mountain of Faith

Finally, someone said it. Yeah, I get it; you can strategically abuse the free 5-power bomb over the course of the game to trivialize it. That's incredibly unintuitive and requires routing the game and being consistent at most of the game in the first place. No, the game isn't easy. The normal-mode patterns starting at stage 4 can get downright headache-inducing. I eventually got my clear with Reimu C.

Subterranean Animism

The first Touhou game in the series I haven't cleared. Maybe I should just sit down and grind out easy-mode-playthroughs one day instead of being adamant about clearing on normal. I didn't actually know (or remember at this point) how exactly the life system worked, and that makes a lot of sense. It always frustrated me how aggravatingly stingy the game was with life fragments, and now I get it. It's another case of you already have to be reasonably consistent in order to succeed. That said, OP nailed pretty much everything here. SA is one of the big fan-favorites, standing out with the first 3 windows games, in terms of broad character popularity and musical quality.

Incidentally, as this is another game that uses a similar pair-system to Imperishable Nights', once again, Reimu/Yukari is the easy mode for some reason. My preferred shot types are Reimu/Suika or Marisa/Patchouli, personally. No, that has no bearing on who I like to ship with whom.

Another note I want to make is that with Mountain of Faith and Subterranean Animism, we have both the start of ZUN making his stories more interconnected, and ZUN getting into his pattern of making his games with tonal hopskotch. Mountain of Faith was a lighter game in musical and visual style, Subterranean Animism is a darker game. ZUN will continue to generally alternate between lighter and darker games in tone and theme starting here for most of the rest of the series' lifespan.

Undefined Fantastic Object

By now, I'm starting to get tired of the statement "You must already be consistent with the game." I'm not done saying it, but I'm getting tired of having to do so. OP pretty much echoed all of my feelings on this entry already. Fun shot types to play with, Nails-bitingly difficult patterns on normal as early as stage 3 in my experience. Heck, I'm pretty sure Kogasa still gets me with the umbrella train on bad days.

Once, someone tried to defend the game at me, telling me they'll just give me a route to follow with UFOs and stuff. Frankly, this just frustrated me. Partly because I'm stubborn and don't like being given handouts, but mostly because, If I can't even consistently get past Ichirin, how the hell am I supposed to be able to consciously follow a route? Like a route is going to magically make me normal 1cc the game every time.

That being said, this is another incredible entry on the subject of music and character additions. There's a lot of musical favorites for a lot of people in this one, and Byakuren has become one of the more popular characters at this point.

Ten Desires

Back in the day when Ten Desires came out, everyone around me seemed to be having a great time with it, and I didn't get it. No matter how hard I tried, no matter who I played as, I couldn't get a handle on the game. I don't think I knew for a while that trance mode allowed for double-pickups. It reminded me of my problem with SA, that it felt like after the first one or two extends, lives were nigh-impossible to get your hands on. And, once again, now I understand. The game is just built to force consistency. Everyone around me seemed to be having a great time with the game, but I could never get past Futo on a good day. Maybe it's because I insisted on playing Youmu, I dunno. I don't have anything else to say here that the OP hasn't said.

Also, I skipped GFW because I truly do not have anything to say about it. It's fun but too much for me.

Double Dealing Character

See OP's statement. We feel very similarly about this game; this is easily in my top 3 favorite titles in the series. I love the music, I love the characters, I love playing this game. Lives being tied to autocollection just feels so natural, I love it. Late-stage Normal Mode isn't easy, either, but I enjoyed the struggle. I enjoyed the struggle to the point that I actually gave this game's extra stage some really serious attempts for a while. They didn't go anywhere because I'm bad, but, they actually happened, which is more than I can say for most of the other games. My characters of Choice are Reimu B and Sakuya A.

Impossible Spellcard

I have not given this game the attention it deserves. It's fun, Seija is fun, read OP's words because they're better at this one than I'll be.

Legacy of Lunatic Kingdom

Earlier, OP said that Ten Desires was a divisive entry. I tend to agree with that. But hoo boy, if you asked me, Legacy of Lunatic Kingdom here is easily the most divisive entry in the series. One of my favorite fun-facts about this game and Point-Device mode, is that ZUN has literally gone on record by saying "Yo, I Wanna Be The Guy was cool, how would I replicate that in a shmup? But games like IWBTG never explain how the character can just instantly retry, so I'mma change that."

I'm fairly sure that this is a rare case where ZUN's mad drunk scientist mind to experiment with his series informed the story of the game, rather than the other way around as it usually is. As far as the game's divisiveness, I see what OP here is saying, I've heard similar things from other people, then I see how popular this game's cast is in more western fanworks and I've even seen videos of people new to touhou that are going through the series and giving their thoughts on each game, say that they really liked Legacy of Lunatic Kingdom and want to see ZUN do pointdevice mode again in another game. It's frankly wild to me how not consistent this game is with any given person.

This is the only game I've cleared with Marisa. Usually, I find Marisa too difficult to manage, between her speed (though that was changed? could've fooled me), narrow area of attack, lasers that don't feel like they do enough damage and need for higher levels of precision. However, I feel like Marisa in particular gains a very unique advantage in PointDevice mode here. Because her focused fire does the most damage (I sure fucking hope it still does, anyway) of player characters in the game, it means that she has a greater chance over her friends of shaving off the seconds needed to survive over the many tries you'll likely be taking on any given pattern. I was stuck with Reimu on Clownpiece's card Flash and Stripe, but as Marisa I was able to damage her fast enough as well as have the focused movement speed to keep pace with the moving lasers; a perfect storm that made what felt like an impossible card reasonable.

Hidden Star in Four Seasons

When I was describing my experiences with LoLK just now, that was actually a very recent playthrough. both that and this game, HSiFS, released during a lull in my attention toward Touhou and I didn't actually play them when they came out. I wouldn't play them properly for a long time after, even. I would make a proper comeback to the shmups when the next game comes out, but for a very long time, HSiFS was an enigma to me, all I really knew was that it gave us tan cirno, reimu's new catdog who I love, Narumi, two dancers and yellow yukari. Generally, me and my friends don't look particularly favorably upon the additions to the cast from this entry starting after stage 4, and we struggle to even remember the Yamanba from stage 2.

I can't comment on the mechanics, but as I have played it a little bit, I can say I'm not super fond of the seasons gimmick, and I haven't cleared it yet, but Aya is my character of choice, mostly because of lore reasons, I think Aya's story in this one is really neat.

Violet Detector

I love this game. I love this game a lot. Mostly because I am one of those insane people who's gone slightly nuts over following Sumireko's story between the 14.5 and 15.5 fighting games. A photography game with difficulty that I can generally handle even later on. I only managed to clear a little over enough of the last chunk of game to see the ending, but hey, that's an improvement over the other true photography games. This could even be a fun place to start, but story-wise, you'll be very confused if you haven't played touhou fighting games Urban Legend in Limbo and Antinomy of Common Flowers first.

Wily Beast and Weakest Creature

Another more notable shift toward tonal darkness, this is another game I absolutely love. I wouldn't recommend it as a start point over Double Dealing Character, but I do really like this game. This is the first touhou game since DDC where I really like every single character introduced in this game. I don't know how ZUN did it, but despite bringing back the UFO mechanic, it works really well here. The beast spirit mechanics, I would say combine the UFO system and the TD Trance system moreso, though I guess you can't be hit by bullets during a manual trance in TD? Anyway, I love this game, I loved another change to play with Youmu's weird charge-slashes shot type again, and combining that with the Wolf Spirit was some of the best fun I've had in this series. I've also cleared with Eagle Reimu, mostly so that I could unlock the extra stage with someone using an eagle spirit to get Saki in the extra stage dropping Yuuma's last name for a friend as a leadup into Gouyoku Ibun.

Unconnected Marketeers

Yet another resounding I love this game, I love all the characters introduced here, I think the roguelike ability card mechanic is really fun for ZUN's hopscotch back to a tonal lightness after WBaWC. This is the only windows game I cleared with every playable character, though as usual for me, I had an awful time of it with Marisa. I think this could be an alright starting point for someone getting into the series, though you're probably not building good habits here.

Also Social Commentary. ZUN is a big fan of lacing social commentary in his works.

Black Marketeers

I have only opened this game a couple of times, sadly. I really should try more, but I have some slight issues with the game, namely in its difficulty. I just can't handle some of the lunatic and boss patterns. I know I can circumvent that with the right cards, as this game exists as an extension of UM's roguelike gimmick, but, at present, whenever I think of Black Marketeers, I see one of those roguelikes where you must expect that any given run will likely fail, and I dunno, I feel like I'd rather play something like Slay the Spire where I can at least get a decent run most of the time. Fact of the matter is, the difficulty the game reaches in its later parts just sits at a point where I just can't rely on my own skill to push forward.

That's what I have to say on every shmup-centric touhou game. I do apologize if this was unwanted, but I haven't gotten a chance to voice my thoughts on a franchise I do love dearly before. Since the conversation was on the subject of a combination of personal preference and imagining how a game would work for a new player, I thought a point of view from someone who is, let's say, Not Great at these baby shmups might be helpful and constructive. OP really has a lot of good things to say on the subject, and I'm glad they made this post.

Danmaku as a genre is pretty difficult to get into. Danmaku games tend to be very arcadey, so unless you’re clearing them you’ll spend a lot of time getting beat up in the first half, which isn’t very fun. It takes quite a while to get the hang of it and to develop a sense for how things work. There are a lot more danmaku games outside of Touhou, but that’s what I know and what I want to talk about. No wasps and screens full of purple here. Not usually, anyway. I’ll go over some general pointers for people new to the genre and then evaluate each game according to how good of an entrypoint it is.

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goddess-in-heaven-and-hell · 2 years ago

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Lingering Touch Pt. II - Gwynriel One-Shot (Kinktober)

Here it is! Like I said before - if you don’t like the thought of Gwyn having this kind of sexual encounter or just the sex in generell, skip. :)

A little part of this is also heavily inspired by the one post of ‘Azriel is the person to stop in the middle of sex to tell you he loves you, before continuing to fuck you mercilessly.’

Warnings: literally everything lol - swearing; rough sex, Sir kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetration, degradation, cum play, slight anal play, orgasm denial

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Gwyn had an ace up her sleeve and she planned on taking full advantage of it as soon as the possibility presented itself.

Not everyday it happened that spymaster Azriel was unaware of something. Her mate just knows everything, curtesy of his brilliant listening and observation skills. If Gwyn had mentioned she had a weakness for chocolate brownie desserts while talking to Nesta weeks ago, Azriel was the one to whip out said dessert randomly on the next date night. If Gwyn just used the word ‘like’ and ‘tea’ in the same sentence, Azriel went out of his way to fly every possible flavor of tea into the House of Wind. When he heard of her fascination with Pegasie, he bashfully presented her with a stuffed animal Pegasus the next day. To keep her company, he said, when he wasn’t around. And if she ever felt the need to be with another winged male during the night, he was exclusively willing to share her with the Pegasus.

Gwyn noticed that pattern with equal amounts of delight and shock. Birthday and Christmas presents with this male were probably always a hit.

Still, as Gwyn peered into her underwear drawer, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of triumph going through her body. Among the plain white and gray underwear she had worn all her life, lay the most beautiful and delicate set of black lingerie she owned. Well, she only owned one, but it would still be her favorite even if she had a whole store at her disposal.

She smirked at the memory of wearing it for Az for the first time. How she had melted into a puddle under his touch and his gaze, only to be brought back into her body for earth-shattering releases. Then the cycle began anew.

A few weeks had passed since that blissful night, but that didn’t mean the set had served its purpose and was forgotten. No, Gwyn’s new favorite game was wearing it underneath her sweaters or robes, only to ‘accidentally’ flash him with a strap of the lacy bra, or the waistband of the shorts. She mentally counted the seconds it took him to notice, the time it took for his eyes to darken, and finally to find an excuse to leave the room with her.

He’d never been slower than a minute.

But buried underneath all that, save and sound from prying eyes and nosy shadows, lay Gwyn’s most well-kept secret.

It was a shade of dark green with golden beads and just as lacy and gorgeous as its darker sister.

Azriel had of course noticed her excitement and nerves the day she and Nesta ventured out to the lingerie store, and he had noticed her giddiness the night she wore the black set for him. But as far as he was concerned, that was that. He would never guess she had bought a second one.

Gwyn bumped the drawer close with her hips, resuming her morning routine while humming a prayer song under her breath quietly.

She didn’t just want to randomly wear the set for him one day. The lace was so gorgeous it practically screamed for a big entrance and some drama. Or some teasing, at the very least. Azriel’s façade slowly crumbling and his face lighting up with emotion because of her was a sight to behold. And the way he was in bed after being teased would be so worth the sore bits the next day.

Gwyn made her way up the stairs for training. The group of Valkyries and Valkyries in training has never been bigger, which made for two very busy, distracted instructors and plenty of time to whisper about Gwyn’s plan to Nesta and Emerie.

The three females smoothly went through their warm-up, not yet wanting to draw attention to themselves, even though they’d usually talk quite a bit during training. When they fell into their stretches, one next to the other, Gwyn couldn’t hold it in any longer and asked her best friends for suggestions.

Nesta was first to give her input on the matter. “You know, I could picture you lying on the bed, with whipped cream or some sort of gooey liquid already on your skin when Azriel walks in.”

She actually looked like she just shared the secret to the universe. Gwyn couldn’t help but laugh. Emerie next to her tired her best to look like she contemplated the idea seriously.

“But Nes, wouldn’t that be better if she was already naked? Kind of defeats the purpose of the lingerie.”, Emerie for the win.

Gwyn nodded along. “Also, it would probably get all dirty and sticky.”

Nesta let out a scoff, changing positions as she went, “Fine, ignore my expertise on the matter, see where it gets you.”

“Emerie, you?”

She went quiet for a second. “Maybe you can try something the main character did in the last book we read? Deedee sat on the table in the dining room, a robe draped around her, but not enough to cover her body, candles all across the room. You know how candle light matches really well with your hair color.”

“As if that table hasn’t seen enough in its lifetime already.”, Nesta muttered under her breath, making her friends snicker in response. If Nes was prone to one thing, it was sharing – or rather, over-sharing – her bedroom adventures. But that made her all the more approachable in topics like this.

“That would look pretty I reckon, but the dining room is a public space, and I’d hate for Cassian or Nesta to be the first ones to see me spread on a table.”, Gwyn chimed in, “Azriel would loose it if he’d find out. And he probably will.”

The girls fell into a contemplative silence, each raking through their list of sexual fantasies.

They ended up not having any time at all after their warm-up to reconsider the question.

Azriel and Cassian were brutal this morning, urging them to run faster, hold their positions longer, lift heavier. All while the punishments they dealt out for minor transgressions, like talking or laughing, were growing more brutal by the minute. After Gwyn tried to reinitiate the topic of lingerie with Emerie, Cassian forced her to run up and down the stairs to the house proper five times. By the time she reached the landing of the training ring again, she wanted to cut off her legs. It would have hurt way less than what she dealt with now.

Both Illyrians felt off. They didn’t even bicker playfully with their trainees or with each other like they used to. Even around Azriel’s indifferent face, small lines of concentration and stress formed.

Gwyn lightly tugged on the golden thread that connected their two hearts and souls together at one point, and she got an affectionate tug back, but Azriel barely had time to kiss her after training before taking off towards Rhys. Something urgent and highly stressful was going on, and Gwyn sincerely hoped that her beloved won’t throw himself into a massive pile of work, or worse, in a potentially dangerous situation.

Gwyn went through the routine steps of her work in the library that day, trying hard to focus on the task at hand and not reach out to Az. If he had a lot going on already, she didn’t want to add to his worries by being extra clingy. She spent the whole of her work hours sorting through potential research, prove reading a dozen chapters for Merrill and writing up some summaries and arguments. By the time the clock chimed six, she was exhausted, her mind completely drained of focus. But that’s when she felt the most productive.

After a solitary dinner and an hour of reading, she should have been ready for bed. Her muscles started to complain from being worked overtime this morning, her head was buzzing with thoughts and exhaustion in equal measure. Gwyn knew she was in for a long night, tossing and turning in bed before, eventually, either of them would shut off.

With a sigh, she turned the page to another chapter – might as well have some fun while passing the time – when the door to the study opened and a disheveled looking Azriel strode in. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her in front of the fireplace, his hand frozen in its motion of running through his hair.

“Gwyn.”

“Az.”

His name on her lips released him from his stupor and he graced her with a soft kiss to her lips and forehead, his hand lifting her chin up towards him. “Aren’t you exhausted, love? Can’t sleep?”

Of course, he would be concerned about her when he looked like he had been awake for 48 hours straight.

Azriel knelt before her, a scarred hand caressing her arm, worry in his eyes. Still, Gwyn thought that he had a dangerous air about him, something buzzing under his skin with violence and persistence. He wore anger on him like an extra layer of armor, which was normal for the everyday spymaster Azriel, but not for the after-work Azriel.

Gwyn marked and laid down her book, leaning forward and cupping Azriel’s face in both of her palms. He immediately relaxed into the touch, their mating bond humming with comfort. “I feel like I should ask you the same thing.”

Azriel puffed out some air in answer. “It’s been a lot these past few days. I had to work in some new spies to deal with the Autumn court drama, helped Cass to dissolve a conflict with a war band, and I should be going through some paperwork for Feyre. The earlier she gets it, the better.”

“Tonight?”, Gwyn sincerely hoped that he would just go to bed, but the rueful look in his eyes told her another story. His features looked like they were sculpted of stone.

“Yeah, just for a couple of hours.”

When she opened her mouth to argue, he silenced her effectively with a kiss. “I’m sorry, my love. I promise I’ll make this up to you. Just not this week.”

He rose, making his way to the desk in the center of the room and began sorting through the stack of documents on the otherwise neat surface.

Gwyn stood too, not wanting to disturb him, and passed the desk on her way to the door. She let her hand trail a soft path up his neck when she neared him.

They usually touched throughout the day, to assure the other of their love, even more so when they were alone. But this time, Azriel reacted like she’d emptied out a bucket of ice-cold water on him. He spun around on his chair, encompassing her hand with his to stop it from moving, and threw her a stare that was meant to frighten before he schooled his features back to impassiveness. But she’d seen it, the second of pure annoyance.

She also saw that he regretted it immensely, already pleading with his eyes and probably soon with his lips for her forgiveness. But Gwyn backed away, mumbling a soft ‘sorry’ under her breath before quickly seeking refuge in their bedroom.

Gwyn wasn’t afraid of her mate. He had his moments of fury, and he carried a lot of pent-up frustration with him. So much that even the High Lord feared Azriel, or so she heard Cassian say. She also knew that the best way to help him out of this was to either leave him alone for the next days, or to distract him so completely he forgets his stressors.

Leaving him alone was a safe option, one that his brothers usually went with. But what did he have a mate for if she took the easy way out too?

And suddenly, the when and where to reveal her little secret was quite obvious.

***

Gwyn felt a bit like a lamb on its way to the slaughterhouse. Or like a virgin, ready to be sacrificed on the alter. Her steps didn’t falter though.

Bare feet padded softly through the house, the fabric of the opened robe she wore trailing behind her like a veil. She knew a teased Azriel fucked mean. She knew a stressed Azriel fucked hard. She was about to find out what both of these emotions combined would do for him. And for her.

Her nipples pebbled in anticipation.

The air of the dark hallway was cold, and Gwyn resisted the urge to close the silk robe around her. When she opened the door to the study, she wanted him to see her emerald lingerie immediately. And hopefully, he would understand her offer.

Taking a deep breath, holding it at the top for a count of five, and then releasing it forcefully with a whoosh, she opened the door.

She was his mate. Whatever he wanted to throw at her, she could take. And she would throw it back.

The second she stepped over the threshold, Azriel’s eyes met her. He looked thunderstruck, staring her down, the only movement that betrayed him were his flexing hands.

“I thought that if I can’t help you with your tasks, I could at least try to help you manage your stress.”, Gwyn took some steps forward until she stood before his desk. Waiting for him to decide how much of the darker parts of his mind he wanted to share with her. And if he wanted the distraction at all.

After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke, so quietly even her fae hearing barely picked it up.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Gwyn nodded her affirmation.

Azriel scoffed, “You know that won’t do.”

“I want it. I want you.”

His beautiful hazel eyes looked nearly black. His features still as unfathomable as stone. On every other male, this would have frightened her. But not on Azriel. Whatever he would throw at her, she’d take. This feeling of certainty she let surge through the bond in addition. And then, Azriel rose from his chair.

***

“Take off the robe.”

She let it slide over her shoulders and threw it in the direction of the closed door.

“Tie up your hair.”

She gathered her hair into a secure ponytail. Even though she knew that after two minutes of Azriel on her, it would be loose again.

Azriel had rounded the desk as he spoke and now cornered her in, so the backs of her thighs were pressed against the wood.

Her mate lazily took her in. She probably reeked of arousal at this point, but she knew better than to scold him for taking too long. His hand wandered up her stomach, played a little with the golden bead between her breasts, before enclosing her throat. Hard. The pressure made Gwyn choke on her breath, but the puff of air was caught between Azriel’s lips as he pressed his mouth onto hers in a bruising kiss.

There was nothing gentle or reassuring about this. Only a way of asserting dominance and control. His tongue forced its way past her lips at the same time his whole body pressed against her.

Gwyn couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the moan he elicited from her. Azriel smirked against her mouth, biting down harsh on her bottom lip.

“Are you this needy? Moaning like a little slut when I have done nothing more than kiss you?”

He changed his grasp around her throat, inching his hand higher, right underneath her chin. Then, he attacked the defenseless panes of skin underneath with his mouth.

Other than the bruises he usually left on her, the ones he soothed with a lick of his tongue the moment they stung too much, these kisses and love bites were meant to hurt. Gwyn was certain she’d look like a canvas after this was over, painted with his anger and her blood. He sucked hard on the meeting point of her neck and shoulders, twisting and turning her head at his fancy.

Then, he let go suddenly, and Gwyn almost collapsed from the lack of strength that held her up.

“Turn.”

And she turned, supporting her hands on the desk now before her. But Azriel had other plans. With both of his hands, he yanked Gwyn’s arms away from underneath her and behind her back, letting her torso collapse into on the shiny surface. Only her considerable ab strength had prevented her from smashing her nose.

“Did I fucking say anything about using your hands?”

One of his hands gripped both of hers on her back, his other twisted around her ponytail and pulled. Pulled agonizingly until her head and upper body were lifted again.

“Did I, hm?”, his breath tickled her ear.

Despite the uncomfortable position her body was in, Gwyn managed to answer, “No, Sir.”

He pulled her hair harder, the roots straining against his force. “Then why did you do it?” His voice was lethally quiet. Too calm for the storm he had conjured in and around her.

“I thought you-“, she started breathlessly, but he didn’t even give her a chance to explain her perfectly normal reaction.

“Ohh, my little angel thought.”, he mocked her, drawling the pet name that was usually used affectionately until it sounded condescending. “Don’t worry your pretty little head with thoughts. You know I know better, don’t you?”

“I do, Sir.”

“You are nothing more than a pretty body for me to use, little slut. You’d do good to remember that.” He released his hold of her ponytail, her scalp throbbing in relief, and pushed her back on the desk.

Gwyn’s breathing grew rapidly. And she didn’t want to think about the flutter in her stomach whenever he called her a slut. All she wanted now was release. A release of the tension and pulsing that started in her clit the second he gave her his first order.

She could hear how he opened his trousers, one of his hands still firmly clasped around both of her wrists. He hooked his finger in the lace of her panties and pulled it aside, careful not to touch her in the process. Gwyn nearly whined when the cold study air hit her most sensitive part, now completely bare to him and his cruelty.

He didn’t do anything for a long time. Gwyn could only make out the faint nose of him stroking himself, doubtlessly admiring her wetness. It made Gwyn feel all the more vulnerable, and all the more hot, to be draped on this desk for his viewing pleasure.

His finger touched her entrance once, and only very lightly, before he sheathed himself into her completely and without preparation. Both him and her groaned in pleasure, tears springing in Gwyn’s eyes as he started to pound into her mercilessly.

Skin slapped on skin, and if it weren’t for the heavy weight of his desk, Azriel’s thrusts would have sent Gwyn sliding. She used every muscle in her body to hold back, to let him use her as he saw fit.

This wasn’t meat to bring both of them their releases, this was meant only for him to cum.

“Sir – please.”, Gwyn whimpered into the desk, unsure if he even heard her over their breaths and his groans of pleasure.

But he did. And he laughed at her, continuing with his brutal pace and force like it was nothing. “If you want to cum, make yourself cum. I’m not your fucking servant.”

Gwyn didn’t think he could fuck her any harder, but apparently, he had been holding back. He was attacking her relentlessly, hitting a spot so deep inside her she thought she might feel him in her throat soon.

She tried to wiggle one of her hands out of his grasp, but it was to no avail. She had no possibility of making herself fall over the edge, even though she had his permission. Her neglected clit screamed at her to find some sort of friction, knowing she most likely wouldn’t climax if it wasn’t paid attention to.

After a few more thrusts, Azriel groaned and released his seed inside of her. His body collapsed onto hers, his weight almost crushing her arms and hands. He stayed there for just a second, breathing heavily. Gwyn could feel him inside of her, twitching and spurting ropes and ropes of hot cum against her walls before he relaxed.

With a languid movement he pulled out, some of his cum following him and dripping down Gwyn’s thighs. Some also flowed forward, along her slit, and she could have wept with pleasure when a drop stilled right on her clit before dropping to the desk.

“Fuck.”, Azriel released her arms, but she knew better than to move. Grabbing onto her waist, he manhandled her to turn around again, sitting her on his desk. One look to his face and Gwyn knew this was far from over. But she also noted how his features lost some of their harshness, replaced by lust. His finger scooped up the trail of cum that had dripped down her leg, lifting it to her mouth.

“You’ve made such a mess of yourself, angel. It’s time to clean it up.”, was his simple demand. Gwyn parted her lips and sucked his finger clean, swirling her tongue around it because she knew how much he liked it. His cock twitched back to life in response. A tang of salt and Azriel filled her mouth and she nearly whined when he pulled back his finger, only to scoop up more of his cum and push it back into her mouth. After three more scoops, he took a step back, his eyes raking over her form. She undoubtedly looked like she was at the brick of passing out, only her need for release keeping her upright.

Azriel smirked. It was a cruel smirk that meant absolutely no good for Gwyn, but nevertheless she basked in the attention he was giving her.

“Loose the underwear. And then sit on the desk, facing the chair.”

Gwyn did as she was told, now completely bare to him, and sat back down on the desk. Azriel took a seat in front of her, his demeanor completely relaxed, which made Gwyn seethe with bitterness. She’d be a hell of a lot more relaxed too if he would have made her cum.

Sensing her anger, he smiled at her again, “Something wrong, my angel?”

Gwyn gulped back her retort, and instead settled for a “No, Sir.”.

“Really?”, Azriel sat back in his chair, observing her with his cunning eyes, “I thought you’d be desperate to be touched by now. That your body is shaking with need. But apparently, you’re stronger than you look. – Lay down.”

Gwyn eased herself onto the desk, feeling some papers and a pen digging into her skin. Her legs still dangled off the edge.

“Spread your legs.”, he demanded, and the order burned through her like fire. She slowly parted her legs, again baring her pussy for him. “Wider.” She opened herself even more, the rest of his cum forming delicate strings from one thigh to the other. She felt him take her feet and place them on the armrests of his chair. He must be about face to face with her sex now and Gwyn silently begged him to do something with this proximity.

And he did. Gwyn released a sound that was a mixture of breath, moan and shriek when his tongue finally licked up her slit. She was thankful her legs rested on the chair as they started to shake uncontrollably. Azriel noticed, of course, and laughed quietly before licking another broad, soft stripe from her entrance to her clit.

“Az, please.”, she didn’t really know what she was begging him for, maybe to go harder, or for taking her again. She definitely didn’t have stopping in mind. But her mate reclined back in his chair, the momentary release completely forgotten. She felt the first tears escape her eyes with the loss.

“Oh, my angel.”, he said quietly, “You just had to mess it up, didn’t you?”

He stood between her legs, pulling his rock-hard cock out again before plunging into her without any warning. He was very careful not to lean forward too much, Mother forbid he’d accidentally scrape her clit.

Gwyn keened at the sensation of being filled again, but the only effect it had was to put even more pressure on her clit, without actually making her find release. It would take only one touch, she knew, and she’d be cumming around his cock with abandon. But her beautiful, lovable mate completely ignored it. Tears flowed freely over her cheeks now, her vision blurry, mind hazy.

“Why are you crying, angel?”, he smirked down at her, the lilt of his voice so soothing. So completely at odds with the way his cock rammed into her. Gwyn only managed a mumble of noises in answer. “You’ve brought this onto yourself. You better take it now.”

But she guessed he did take mercy on her. He did understand the pain she was in.

His finger graciously, thankfully, found her clit and pressed down, rubbing tiny little circles and she was finished. Her chest arched into Azriel, who pressed down on her at the exact same time, her inner muscles convulsed and tightened. Her scream was probably heard in the depths of the library below, but she didn’t care. Feeling the second spurt of cum Azriel released into her, she came undone herself.

Breathing heavily, Gwyn lay on the desk, eyes tightly shut against the world with only the feeling of bliss spreading from her sex up her spine. Her mate had pulled out already, and she faintly heard him shedding himself of his leathers. Then, she was picked up off the hard surface and carried, towards someplace warm and comfortable.

“Gwyn?”, the whisper felt close to her ear, and more gentle than anything he had said to her the whole day. “Do you want to tell me something?”

The prompt referred to her safe word, she knew. She loved him for asking, the mating bond shining with gold in her chest. But it hadn’t even crossed her mind throughout the whole pleasurable torture he put her through.

“No, Sir, all good.”, she finally replied, having difficulty enunciating the words properly.

Next thing she knew, she was laid down on the carpet right next to the merry fireplace. The warmth seeped through her aching muscles and dried her tears. Her head was lifted gently, a pillow placed under it for comfort.

When Gwyn finally gathered enough strength to open her eyes again, she immediately drowned in green and brown. Azriel hovered over her, almost nose to nose, his wings spread protectively around them.

“I feel like my little angel deserves a reward for being so good tonight.”

Gwyn smiled lightly, “I think she’d like that very much.”

Her mate mirrored her expression before kissing her lips so delicately it made her head spin. Only Azriel could go from one hundred to zero so fast it gave you whiplash. Maybe he even felt bad for her, which can only lead to good things in the future.

Azriel kissed and caressed his way down her body, paying special attention to her nipples and the sensitive underside of her boobs, before landing between her legs again. The sight of him wedged between her legs with his tattooed shoulders contrasting so nicely against her fair skin never failed to amaze her.

But her head fell back in bliss at the touch of his tongue on her clit, robbing her of her view. The open-mouthed kisses he placed on her pussy relaxed her as much as they spiked her passion anew. He was so gentle, not putting too much pressure, but enough where she needed it. The combined fluids of his and her release trickled lightly out of her opening, but he lapped those up as well. When his tongue slid into her, she moaned quietly, not wanting to disturb the moment. He thrusted the hot muscle in and out of her, caressing all the good spots on her inner walls as his finger sneakily found her clit yet again.

After what felt like too little time, he raised himself up, taking Gwyn’s legs and pushing them into her body. “Hold onto them for me.”

When she didn’t react immediately, he placed her hands behind her knees himself. Then, he lowered his head again and feasted.

No inch was spared. His tongue touched everywhere. Languid, lazy strokes went from her puckered hole up to her pussy entrance up to her clit, finishing off with a little flick to it that had Gwyn twitching in response. Azriel licked her so thoroughly and patiently, she didn’t even feel the climax sneaking up on her until it was too late. With a hoarse cry, she came right on his face and fingers, and somehow, this one felt even better than the first. Azriel moaned into her when he noticed, eagerly licking up any liquids she released.

“I bet you have one more in you, angel.”

Gwyn was reduced to speechlessness, which is why she just nodded her head, wanting to stay in her little world of bliss.

To give her at least some sort of a break in-between his assaults on her, he slowly kissed his way back up her body, taking his time to massage and sooth the places he attacked with his teeth only an hour ago.

Gwyn’s legs instinctively wrapped around his hips the second his head was level with hers again, pulling him closer and rubbing his erection against her thigh. Azriel just smiled into her neck, licking and kissing his way up to her chin and finally, landing on her mouth again.

Being bent over a desk and railed thoroughly was a pleasant thing, but simply making out with Azriel did something to her heart. He was always so mindful of her preferences; he knew when to slip his tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss and when to change to light pecks to the corners of her lips.

After a while of losing themselves in the other, Azriel lifted Gwyn up with a hand under her back, so she was effectively sitting on his lap, legs still enclosing his hips. Azriel stayed seated too, probably not wanting to put any more distance between them. And then he slipped into her and started thrusting upwards.

Gwyn was completely overstimulated at this point. Every thrust and touch to her inner muscles felt like heaven and hell all in one. But she began moving on him as well, always wanting to feel him deeper. Azriel’s arms wrapped so tightly around her back and waist she was sure she was going to melt into him at some point, to never be separated again.

Their lips found each other again, drawn to each other like the sea to the shore.

Azriel broke the kiss just for a second, murmuring against her lips, “I love you, angel. Please don’t ever forget that.”

While still processing these words, she was flipped onto the carpet once more, completely enclosed by Azriel, his muscles, his wings, his tattoos, his scent.

And then he was pounding into her again.

Gwyn wasn’t quite sure if she actually screamed out her pleasure, or if it stayed internally. Her hands were trapped over her head by her mate, legs never leaving their happy place wrapped around his hips. He plunged himself into her with abandon, his pelvis stimulating her clit every time he was buried deep. Within seconds, she felt herself tumbling over the edge, Azriel following her only a heartbeat later.

After their breathing went back to normal and their minds fought themselves out of the fogginess of their bliss, Azriel rested his head on her chest. His wings and shadows wrapped themselves around both of their bodies completely, obscuring them to the world.

“Did I even tell you how perfect you looked in that set, or did I keep the thought in my head?”, he whispered against her skin, his warm breath tickling her chest. Gwyn chuckled, delighted that he wasn’t too far gone to notice it.

“All in your head. As most things are, Shadowsinger.”, she whispered back, her hand finding his hair and running through it soothingly.

“I don’t even know which one I like better.”, he raised his head and body off her to peck her lips, “I might need a side-by-side comparison to decide that one of these days.”

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dreadysficrecs · 3 years ago

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Stucky Fic Rec List #35

Tuesday, May 3

🧶Heckin' Chunker for Love by canistakahari - [Teen; 2,7k words]

[Modern AU; Meet-Cute; Cats; Fluff and Humour]

On the inside of the big floor to ceiling window of the office across the street, someone has used Post-it Notes to spell out a message:

W H A T I S Y O U R C A T ’ S N A M E ?

🌼Alpine Barnes and the First Date by lavenderbucky - [Gen; 1,1k words]

[Modern AU; Alpine; POV Alpine; First Dates; Fluff and Humour]

Alpine Barnes watches her owner get ready for a date with a mysterious guy he's met on a dating app.

🍒hear your call by @silentwalrus1 - [Explicit; 6,3k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; BDSM; Kink Negotiation; Spanking; Humiliation; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Mean Top Steve Rogers; Dom/Sub Undertones]

“You can be rougher,” Bucky says. “If you want.”

They’re about four minutes post orgasm and Steve is still trying to figure out where his legs are. “Muh?”

🖤 a maniac's new love song (punish you for pleasure and pleasure you with pain) by @voxofthevoid - [Explicit; 15k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Dimension Travel; Threesome; Selfcest; BDSM; Dom/Sub; Mean Dom Steve; Humiliation; Cock Cages; Dirty Talk; Face Slapping; Voyeurism; Sharing; Under-Negotiated Kink; Prayer Circle for Bucky's Asshole; Possessive Sex; Marathon Sex]

Bucky doesn’t plan any of it. But he’s kind of an impulsive guy, and when he sees an opportunity waving its nice, strong arms at him, he leaps into them.

The door to the guest room is open when Bucky passes by on the way to the laundry room. His sideways glance is an absent, instinctual thing, right up to the point he sees James’s half-naked body and stops in his tracks.

Bucky knows he’s hot, alright? Sure, there were all those years when he didn’t—couldn’t—give a fuck about attractiveness and attraction because he was a squid-puppet, but vanity was quick to come back once he stopped being a brainwashed piece of ass in bondage leather. Steve helped, mostly because he kept looking at Bucky like he wanted to eat him alive.

Point is, he knows he’s hot, but it’s one thing to whistle at his own reflection and another to look at his alternate self from another universe and think, “Mm, I’d ride that.”

Bucky seduces himself. Steve has a thing or two to say about that.

🐾Claw My Way to Your Heart by wearing_tearing - [Teen; 6,5k words]

[Modern AU; Veterinarian Steve; War Veteran Bucky; Kittens; Fluff; Getting Together; Happy Ending]

“You didn’t name your pet?” Dr. Rogers raises an eyebrow at him, obviously amused.

“She’s not my pet,” Bucky argues, and the look Dr. Rogers gives him makes it clear he knows Bucky is lying.

🧸unlikely allies by plincess_cho - [Gen; 3,3k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Alpine; Steve Rogers Needs a Hug; Fluff and Angst; Hurt/Comfort]

Bucky goes deep undercover, leaving Steve and Alpine to cope with his absence.

🌞Good Gracious by zetsubonna - [Explicit; 1,9k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; PWP; Hot Weather; Bottom!Steve; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Rimming; Dirty Talk; Rough Oral Sex]

Fic request: Bucky/Steve lazy summer day. It's too hot and they are sweating and they are dirty but they can't stop touching each other and it is filthy and wonderful.

🥞 love is like (a heat wave) by obsessivereader - [Explicit; 4k words]

[Canon Divergence; Friends to Lovers; A/B/O; Alpha!Steve x Omega!Bucky; Mutual Pining; Getting Together; Forced Heat; Explicit Sexual Content; Bottom!Bucky; Knotting; Happy Ending]

“What happened?” Steve asks.

“Fuck if I know. They sprayed me with something. Made my heat came on just like that.” Bucky snaps his fingers. “Then Rumlow walked in already in rut.” His grin is savage. “I guess they thought I’d be too out of my head to say no.”

“You said no?” Steve guesses. He’s not ashamed to admit that his knees are more than a little weak with relief that Hydra’s plan failed.

“With a punch to the dick.”

Steve laughs and nuzzles Bucky’s temple, drawn in by his scent. “No wonder he couldn’t stand straight.”

“Not a good day for Rumlow. I broke his dick, you broke his face.”

Bucky's gone into a forced heat and needs Steve to knot him. Steve's been secretly in love with Bucky since they were kids. That's it. That's the fic.

🏅Sacked by @maddiewritesstucky - [Explicit; 1,2k words]

[Modern AU; College AU; PWP; Quarterback Steve; Locker Room Sex; Shower Sex; Semi-Public Sex; Rough Sex; Bottom!Steve; Dom/Sub Undertones; Slapping; Biting; Humiliation; Taunting; Dirty Talk]

It’s mortifying, the way Steve’s desperate whimpers and bone-deep groans are pinballing off the tile with such force, they can’t not be spilling out into the gym. It doesn’t matter that the rest of the team filtered out a half hour ago and there’s no one around to hear it; Bucky is knocking loose sounds from behind Steve’s clenched teeth that he’s sure must be echoing all the way across campus.

It’s fucking reckless, and Steve’s burning pure kerosene in his veins for it.

☄️pretty baby you have me (so weak) by @theycallmeinevitable - [Explicit; 10,6k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Angst With a Happy Ending; Injuries; Kink Discovery; Daddy Kink; Dom/Sub; Rimming; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Pet Names; Praise Kink; Gentle Sex; Crying; Dacryphilia]

Daddy….

Steve sighs deep and slow as the word filters through the fog of his sleep.

Daddy, please….

He blinks his eyes, brow furrowing as his vision adjusts to the dark of the bedroom in the small hours of the morning. The clock says four.

There’s the loveliest huff of a moan beside him, and he rolls to his side to find Bucky deep in sleep. His red lips are parted as he dreams, lashes fluttering so prettily as his metal hand fists in Steve’s pillow.

He’s making sweet wounded noises that sound all too familiar, and Steve cracks a wry smile when he imagines what kinds of dreams Bucky might be having. He’s about ready to wake him up to love on him when Bucky speaks again.

“Daddy,” he breathes.

Steve’s heart stops. The smile slides off his face as his eyes go wide. What?

#stucky fanfic #stucky fic rec #fic rec #rec list #dready's fic recs

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sukka-week · 2 years ago

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Hey everyone, we’re back with another theme post! This week our theme is going to be “warriors” and today’s post is about...

Warrior Face Paint

I think something we Sukka fans love about this couple is how much they have in common with each other. Their identities as non-bending warriors is obviously very important to each of them, which gives them something they can relate to each other deeply about.

In fact, I always like to think, despite all his belly-aching about how “girly” the Kyoshi Warrior uniform was, that Sokka found the Kyoshi Warrior face paint to be...pretty familiar? Comfortable, even? Because he’s no stranger to applying war paint.

Now, about that war paint. As far as I can tell (and please do correct me if I’m mistaken!), circumpolar peoples do not have a tradition of painting their faces. Tattooing their faces, yes! But Sokka’s war paint may be inspired by Native American practices of face and body painting.

From what I’ve read, in Native American cultures, painting one’s body is a solemn and sacred act, like a prayer. It can be a prayer of thanks, or a prayer for protection. It can be to celebrate a special milestone, or to honor loved ones who have passed. The colors used have significance, and although the meanings may not necessarily be shared across all tribes, I’ve seen some of these meanings for the following colors:

Red symbolizes strength, power, success, happiness, and beauty

Black is the color of living; it is worn to prepare for war and symbolizes victory and homecoming, but in some cultures can also symbolize mourning

White symbolizes peace and prosperity, or it can also symbolize mourning

In the first episode, we see Sokka wearing mostly gray, with large swaths of white and accented details in black. If we apply the meanings above to the patterns Sokka has painted, then his act of face painting takes on a particularly poignant message...one of hope, for victory and peace, in preparation for facing the Fire Nation.

In the sources I saw online, I didn’t see mention of gray face paint used in Native American tribes. However, I did come across one website, though I can’t vouch for its accuracy, that described gray paint used in African tribal face paint as commonly symbolizing security, authority, maturity, and stability.

So what about Suki? The Kyoshi Warrior face paint is not inspired by real-life samurai, who did not paint their faces, but by the depictions of warriors and heroes in Japanese and Chinese opera.

(Oshimodoshi, from the series The Eighteen Great Kabuki Plays)

Kabuki, Japanese classical performance art, makes use of face paint called kumadori, which is meant to exaggerate the blood vessels and muscles of a character’s face and expressions.

Colors have meaning here, too. Black is used for details and accents and doesn’t seem to carry other significance. A base color of white represents a good person or a high-ranking character (as opposed to a base of light brown which is used for supernatural entities, or a base of red which is used for the main villain’s henchmen). Red details, then, are used to represent justice and courage, and also sometimes hot-headed youthfulness.

The patterns of the face paint have meaning, as well! There are several types with meanings ranging from “great villains with high status trying to take over the country” (this pattern is called kugeare) to “heroes who have been imprisoned and so have become pale and thin” (this is called kagekiyo no kuma) to “heroic samurai who are comical despite their status” (called saruguma). You can check them out here, but I picked out a couple that I thought looked similar to the Kyoshi pattern.

According to the site I linked above, ipponguma is used for characters who are “strong and reliable, but also rough and rascally,” while nihonguma is for “calm, majestic, and strong adult roles.” Meaning-wise, I think ipponguma fits Suki pretty well. ;) (And Suki’s eyebrows are about as ipponguma as you can get!)

Now, in Chinese opera, the colors have meaning, as well, but the elaborately-painted faces tend to be more colorful and detailed than in kabuki. So, red symbolizes loyalty, devotion, and courage. Black is for serious or bold characters and symbolizes strength and roughness. And white is for characters who are sinister or suspicious. But the patterns you would see with these colors look nothing like the Kyoshi face paint.

(from https://www.chinaculturetour.com/culture/peking-opera.htm)

Rather, Suki’s makeup more closely resembles the typical face paint of the dan role in Chinese opera (which is any female character). The patterns and colors for these characters is less about symbolism and more about beauty.

(Kunju actress Fengying SHEN performs in Kunju Peony Pavilion on the stage of Peking University Hall in Beijing, China, April 18, 2006)

And actually, the male sheng roles in Chinese opera do their makeup very similarly, so Sokka in Kyoshi Warrior paint fits right in.

#suki #sokka #sukkaweek #sukka week #sukkaweek2022 #sukka week 2022 #'warriors' week #warrior face paint

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 4 years ago

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hii :)

could you do a drabble where the reader and yoongi were in an arranged marriage for a while. She thought that Yoongi cheated on her so she asked for a divorce. Yoongi as a cold husband pleaseee !! So Yoongi gives her a rough + angry sex ?? to prove he's not cheating? hehehhe

love all your writings btw, you have so much ideas to be posting lots in a day !!! :)

thank youu !

damn this turned out bigger than normal cuz-- plot... and i didn't want to write a pt2 so i'm just putting it under the cut and let's just still pretend it's a "drabble"

You didn’t remember much from that night. Just some general feelings, like how annoyed and lonely you were. How you needed your husband but he wasn’t there. When you woke up the next morning, head throbbing from your hangover, Yoongi was missing from your shared bed. And even though you didn’t want to assume things, when you noticed multiple hickeys on his neck later that day, you had no choice but to think of the only logical conclusion: your husband was cheating on you.

It hurt. Sure, your marriage had been arranged, so perhaps he didn’t really want to be with you. But somewhere in the process of it all, you had fallen for him. He was always serious and keeping his guard up around you, but there were moments that you thought deep down he was actually a nice guy. And that he cared for you. I guess you were wrong. Who would ever do such a thing to someone they care about even the slightest?

At first, you thought you could put it past you. This was more of a contract than a marriage anyway, from the beginning. But it hurt you every time you saw him, every time he did a tiny, little nice thing for you, like cooking you breakfast or texting you to let you know he would be home late. As if you two were actually a couple. It hurt you so much you needed to put an end to it.

“I want a divorce.” You didn’t wait for the right time or something like that, just blurted it out one evening right after you had gotten done eating in mostly silence.

Yoongi was still in control over his facial expressions, yet barely. A tiny frown, a tiny widening of his eyes gave his shock away. “What? Why?”

You took a deep breath, looking away to be able to keep your composure; looking at him made your knees too weak. “I agreed on this marriage. I agreed to try and make it work even though I knew it would be hard,” you explained. “But I will not tolerate cheating. I want a divorce.”

“Cheating?” His voice was low, truly confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I know, Yoongi. You don’t need to pretend.”

“What? I never-”

“I saw the hickeys you had all over you last Sunday.” The sentence shut him up, blank face taking its place over his shocked expression and you couldn’t read him. You gulped. “Or are you gonna claim those were mosquito bites?”

And then Yoongi laughed. Sound so contrasting to his usual attitude, sending chills down your spine. It didn’t last long, however, face serious again as he stared at you intensely. “Are you serious right now?” he barked, and you were starting to feel a bit scared. He took a step towards you. “You really don’t know who gave me those hickeys?”

You frowned, taken aback by his answer. “How would I- What does it matter?”

Yoongi chuckled again, reaching you across the kitchen until he was just a breath away. Looking down at you with dark eyes. “You were so fucking wasted that night, I guess I need to refresh your memory,” he whispered. And before you could even react, he lifted you up, legs straddling his waist as you yelped, arms snaking around his shoulders awkwardly as you were trying not to fall while he carried you to your bedroom.

“Yoon-”

“See?” he said, dropping you on the bed sideways. And his body loomed over yours. “This is where you laid while you were begging me to fuck you dumb. Do you not remember?” You gasped at his words, squirming in order to escape. But his hands were on your waist, pinning you down, and suddenly you knew the feeling wasn’t unfamiliar. This had happened before. “Now what?” Yoongi growled into your ear. “You want to divorce me because you were sucking my neck and I was too weak to pull you away too fast? I did. It was so fucking hard but I pulled away and left because... I told you many times that if this was gonna happen, it should happen the right way. Not when you are black-out drunk. But you were crying and telling me how badly you wanted me. I had to jerk off alone because of how hard you got me with your begging. Was that all the alcohol talking? You didn’t even look at me the next morning.”

You had never heard him talk so much. And your face was burning as that night got clearer in your memories. As the realization that Yoongi wanted you as much as you wanted him settled in. “Yoongs, I-”

“No, shh…” He placed a finger over your lips. “You really have the audacity to think I’m cheating on you when all I’ve been doing is falling for you? Trying to turn this marriage into something actually nice? I’ve been trying to fuck you for so long, you really think I give a shit about fucking anyone else?”

The way his words affected you was surely clear to him as well. Your legs tried to close, yet only resulted in caging him against your hip harder, pushing him down until you could feel his hard dick through his pants. “I- I didn’t know, I…”

Yoongi ground down on you harder, breath unsteady and hot over your lips. “Tell me now, once and for all,” he whispered while his hands started roaming over your body, not even touching you anywhere specifically yet making you gasped with every graze. Distance between you so short it was intoxicating your brain. “Tell me if you want me to stop right now, and I won’t bother you again. Otherwise, I will not stop even if you’re begging me later.” His voice was so coarse you could tell his brain was rotten with want as well. Staring at your lips, waiting for the green light to devour them, probably barely registering anything else.

“Yoongi,” you whined. “Need you… Don’t stop…”

His mouth on yours was such a relief, lips and tongue soft as they played against yours. It didn’t last long before he was groaning, backing off to pull your shirt over your head aggressively, discarding his as well, and grabbing you by the waist to push you further up the bed. His skin was hot on yours, his mouth instantly back on your neck, giving you the treatment you had given him that forgotten night. And his roaming hands found your pants to pull them down while you were distracted. One slipping in your underwear to steal a touch of your center.

“Fuck,” he choked. And then he grabbed a fistful of your hair to turn your head to look at him. “What a nice, wet pussy. And you really thought I’d wanna fuck anyone else’s?” He looked mad when he pulled your clothes completely off you, getting naked as well. Hand wrapped around his thick member, allowing you only one glance before he was over you again, tip brushing against your entrance. “Let me show you, baby,” he rasped, and you were mewling under him. “This pretty pussy is mine, this is the one I want.”

“Yoon…” Your whine was interrupted when he pushed into you, not giving you any room to get used to his dick. His lips were on yours again, hand on your hair pulling it harshly as he started thrusting into you right away. You felt euphoric, your husband finally fucking you hard after all this time of suffering the sexual tension alone. And your fingers scratched his back while moans escaped into his bruising kiss.

Yoongi gave you a few very deep thrusts, hitting your cervix and making you cry before he pulled away again. “Feel that, baby?” he groaned. “Feel how well I’m fucking you- that’ll shut you up, won’t it?” He pulled out, grabbing your hips and flipping you around with no warning. He grabbed you by the ankles to drag you closer to him, and then slapped your ass hard.

“Ah, Yoongi!” You raised your ass higher, on your knees while your face was buried in the sheets.

“That’s right, baby,” he said in a low voice. And he spanked you again. “Scream my name.” Another spank, softer than the others, while he stroked and kneaded your ass. “Scream your husband's name to let everyone know who’s fucking you so hard.” And he buried his cock deep inside you again. “Scream my name to remind yourself that you have me, baby.”

You were a panting mess. Your orgasm building inside you so wildly that you felt like you were about to combust instead of cum. And you dared sneak a hand down to rub your clit while you were moaning his name like a prayer. “Oh, Yoongi, please… Fuck, please…”

He smacked your hand away when he noticed, growling and grabbing your hair to pull it until your back was arched, mouth coming right next to your ear to whisper dangerously. “If you’re gonna cum, you’ll cum because of my cock inside you. Got it?”

You were nodding immediately. Although you were probably gonna cum because of his deep voice and harsh dirty words. “I’m gonna…”

“Good girl,” he growled, diving his teeth in the side of your neck. And it was what did it for you, shouting out while your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your vision turned black, pussy pulsing frantically around him.

“Shit,” he gasped, hips faltering. Then he let go of your hair only to grab your neck from the front, still pulling you back to have his face buried in your nape. “Gonna let me paint those pussy walls white with my cum, baby?” And you were moaning again at that, feeling like you were gonna cum again before you even came down from your previous high. Yoongi smacked your ass abruptly, making you yelp and give him the permission he needed. And he hummed, satisfied, his hips finding the rhythm he needed to finish. “My lovely wife,” he whispered sweetly even though his actions were anything but that. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you good all the time. Just so you know I don’t even have the fucking time to be seeing anyone else.” And then he spilled into you for the very first time.

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#bts #bangtan #min yoongi #request #yoongi #suga #drabble #smut #arranged marriage au #yoongi drabble #yoongi smut #bts drabble #bts smut #suga drabble #suga smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #suga x reader #suga x you

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