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[felassan]

New today from IGN: 'Dragon Age: The Veilguard's Devs Reveal New Info About Each of the Companions (and Solas and Varric, Too)'

It turns out The Veilguard really is the friends we made along the way.

Intro:

"Friendships, romantic relationships, and everything in between have always been an integral part of not just the Dragon Age series, but of BioWare in general. From Mass Effect’s Garrus Vakarian to Dragon Age’s Varric Tethras, the characters – and how they get along with the player – are inseparable from titles from the studio. But, perhaps more than any other BioWare game, Dragon Age: The Veilguard is leaning in heavily on this idea, as it’s already easy to see from the marketing material. For one, the name changed from Dragon Age: Dreadwolf back in June, with BioWare general manager Gary McKay telling us at the time that it was out of a desire to shift the focus to a “really deep and compelling group of companions.” That would be followed by a first official trailer at Summer Game Fest that put the focus squarely on seven new companions that will be tagging along with the player character, Rook, in The Veilguard. With all that in mind, it’s little surprise to hear game director Corinne Busche talk about how these companions aren’t just central to the story of The Veilguard, but the gameplay and combat as well. “Building a relationship with companions has always been a staple of Dragon Age, but this time around, that relationship translates into how well you work together as a team,” Busche tells IGN. “It is how you're actually going to level up your companions, by getting to know them better. That's how you're going to unlock skill points. So when you look at all of the various abilities the companions have, there's inherent combos and synergies and roles that they'll have on the battlefield.” She uses the example of Neve, the mysterious detective mage who has a wildly useful special ability to slow time in combat. “But if I really get the opportunity to know her,” Busche explains, “whether it's platonic or romantic, I'm going to help be able to shape her skills and augment those abilities that work really well with my own personal build, so our sense of teamwork really deepens.” During our time with the game, IGN got to see some of this in action; unsurprisingly, Dragon Age: The Veilguard has an approval/disapproval system, with pop-up text on the side of the screen indicating whether or not a companion liked what Rook just did or said. But something new in this Dragon Age: even just completing a quest with a companion in your party increases your “bond” with them, whether they agree with how you handled things or not. Your relationship, Busche says, isn’t necessarily about “how much they like you, but how well you get to know them.” “This is about a found family,” Busche tells us. “That is, they have the same goals, different complications in their life, but they're all giving everything they have to defend Thedas. You're going to get to know them really well. You're going to develop trust, understanding. That doesn't mean you're always going to agree.” But, we’ll have plenty more to say about the game systems and combat later. With Busche, we had the opportunity to really dive into the seven companions at the center of The Veilguard and what they’re all about. Here’s what she had to say about each one:"

"DAVRIN Busche: “When we were thinking about Davrin, how we were going to develop him as a character, we had to think about, 'How is he going to show up on the battlefield?' And it was unique because he has this, I guess you could say, companion of his own, the griffon Assan. That makes him, as a companion, very unique, because Assan shows up on the battlefield. So we had to think about how that integrates into his abilities, where Davrin as a Grey Warden is capable on his own, but also, when does he call upon Assan and what does that look like? What happens if you're indoors?... And indeed, when you're doing some of Davrin's content, just seeing Assan gliding through the environments, you really get a sense that they care and they're protective about each other. “…When we think about Davrin and his being the representative of the Grey Wardens within the team of The Veilguard, it was an opportunity for us to really go back to some of those roots that we know our fans, our players, deeply care about. Dragon Age: Origins, of course, was so Grey Warden-forward. We want to evoke those memories, those connections that our players have. And I absolutely love when you're journeying with Davrin, not only his aesthetic, how he carries himself as a Warden, but how he interacts with his fellow Wardens. The little wrinkle of, 'Hey, there actually are some griffons remaining in Thedas,' how he learns as a Warden to train and interact with these griffons that, to our knowledge, haven't existed for quite some time, it's a learning experience on a lost art of the Grey Wardens that is really unique to Davrin's character.”"

"HARDING Busche: “To talk about Harding as a companion, I guess I'd have to go back to Inquisition. Of course, Harding showed up. She was your scout on the field. There was a light romance with her, and I think one of the things that the team didn't quite expect is how much Harding would catch on in Inquisition. Players fell in love with her, and we heard them. They wanted a deeper romance, they wanted more engagement with Harding. So for the team, I felt like it was kind of a no-brainer for us to bring back Harding, and we also wanted to reestablish that connection to the Inquisition in the world of Thedas, which occurred 10 years ago, the events of Inquisition. “Harding serves as our proxy back to those events, and you get to learn about what's happened with the Inquisition since, so she presents some really lovely opportunities for us. I will say, personality-wise and her role on the battlefield, she is among my favorites. When you see her leap into the air, unleashing these devastating attacks with her bow and arrow, I just can't get enough of her.”"

"TAASH Busche: “Taash, in the creation of their arc, is one of our more complex characters. It's a journey along their arc that is about introspection. 'Where do I belong in the world? What are my boundaries? What do I fight for? How do I become at peace with who I am?' So I love the juxtaposition, actually, between Taash's personal journey and this imposing literal dragon slayer, that sort of hard exterior and really gentle interior. It makes Taash a really special companion for me.” (When asked which companion had the steamiest romance): “I'll just speak for me personally, but at the culmination of the romance arcs, I'd have to say Taash. When I got to that scene and saw the finished version of that cinematic, I was hollering. Hollering.”"

"EMMRICH Busche: “The thing about Emmrich that is going to surprise our fans the most is his relationship with necromancy. I really love that we kind of turned the idea of a necromancer on its head here, where you think of them as these conjurers of evil, the certain malice when you hear the term 'necromancer,' but it couldn't be farther from the truth for Emmrich. There is a reverence about the dead. He has a unique relationship with death. You get to explore how he ended up in the Mourn Watch. Death has shaped this character in all aspects of his life, and we frequently refer to him as our gentleman necromancer. I think his proper, kind nature stems from that respect that he's learned about this cycle of life and death throughout his life. “Manfred is like a son to Emmrich. He very much has an affinity for this wisp, this life force that he's given a second chance through this skeletal body, and in many ways, it's the story of a parent raising a child. Emmrich, he needs to teach Manfred and help him along to develop as a character of their own, things like learning new skills, how to assist The Veilguard. Some of our most charming moments are in dealing with Manfred, and I must say I absolutely love the interactions. They just have me rolling whenever Manfred steals the show. “…In my last playthrough, I romanced Emmrich. What I also loved is as I'm synergizing with him as we're doing combos, just having him refer to me as ‘my dear’ on the battlefield. ‘Well done, my dear!’ It just fills me with joy every time.”"

"LUCANIS Busche: “The character that went through the most changes [throughout development] without a doubt was Lucanis. Lucanis is very complex. He's an assassin. He is very skilled in the art of death. The Antivan Crows, they pursue these contracts with a certain level of dispassion, but also, Lucanis is a romantic, and he's dealing with some internal struggles. He's been through a lot of trauma. He's relearning how to trust. And all of those elements come together with a richness, but it creates a lot of complexity in how we tell that story. So I'd say Lucanis is the first one that comes to my mind in terms of the thought that's gone into it, where we've had to make adjustments to really cover all facets of his character.”"

"NEVE Busche: “Neve is our confident noir detective. I love to bring her onto the battlefield because she's just so incredibly capable. She's our ice mage, so really big on controlling the battlefield, and that's actually a good metaphor to her arc. She wants to fight for change. She wants to fight for a better Minrathous, and she's going to use all the tools at her disposal to try and reshape Minrathous into a better place for all. She's very much a Shadow Dragon. This is among the mantra of the Shadow Dragons. They operate from the shadows, fighting for a better Minrathous. So as this accomplished ice mage, she's fierce. She's not going to shy away from any challenge, whether it's taking down darkspawn or dealing with the Magisterium in Minrathous.”"

"BELLARA Busche: “Oh, my dear, sweet Bellara. I relate to Bellara a lot. She is joyous. She's been through a lot, but she remains curious, optimistic. She's kind of a geek. She really likes her fiction. She fangirls over Neve a little bit. She's just so relatable, and I think that's what our players will find and fall in love with when they get to meet Bellara, is just how much you'll recognize some of those patterns and sensibilities that she holds, but don't let it fool you. She is also a Veil Jumper. She's very comfortable in elven ruins. I frequently bring her with me in my party. I like to play rogue. I like to play the Veil Jumper, or the Veil Ranger. Bellara's a fantastic companion to set up that spec with electric vulnerabilities, so I love her both on and off the battlefield.”"

Bonus rounds:

"SOLAS Okay okay, so Solas isn’t technically one of your core companions who will travel with you, but given his place in the Dragon Age story, we still had to ask about his relationship with Rook. Here’s what Busche had to say: Busche: “Rook's relationship with Solas is a complicated one. Everyone has seen, at this point, the gameplay reveal and the opening moments of the game, so you'll know things got shaken up pretty radically for Solas already. He's trapped. He's basically communicating with you as an advisor, and I absolutely love that idea of, ‘He's your lifeline right now, but can you trust him?’ And those touch points with him, ‘Do I take his advice or not? Can he be trusted? Is he going to betray me?’ All the while giving you this information that you absolutely need in order to be successful. “It creates an interesting stage for us, where, I think our fans will agree, Solas is very complicated. He firmly believes he's doing the right thing, and some of our fans will agree that he's trying to do the right thing. Others will not, and this creates a stage for you, the player, where you get to lean into those tendencies of your own as you're taking advice from Solas throughout parts of the game. I think those really interesting debates about, ‘Was he ever redeemable? Can he be trusted? Was he wrong all along?’ You're really going to be able to dive in deep on that.”"

"VARRIC Varric, while a part of Dragon Age: The Veilguard and a series mainstay, isn’t part of your core companions either. But, as fans can see in the trailers, he’s still very much in The Veilguard, so we asked Dragon Age creative director John Epler about how he’s changed since we last saw him in Inquisition: Epler: “Since the events of Dragon Age: Inquisition, he has spent the time, just briefly, obviously, [serving as] Viscount of Kirkwall. I mean, anybody who knows much about Varric knows how well a job where he sits around and tells people what to do is going to sit with him. He has been participating in the hunt for Solas. And I think for Varric in particular, that's a very difficult thing for him to do because Solas is his friend. Solas is somebody that he grew close to over the events of Inquisition. They adventure together, they work together. “And now knowing who Solas really is, that eats at Varric. Because Varric always sees, Varric believes he can always make somebody do the right thing. Varric believes he is the most convincing, charismatic, because he cares about people. And he has this belief that as long as I get a chance to talk to Solas, I'm going to be able to turn him. But as he's seeing what Solas' ritual is doing to the world around him, as he experienced in the comics, Dragon Age: The Missing, that eats at him a little bit. That's challenging his world view of him as always being the best judge of people, being able to see that somebody is able to be redeemed. And he's starting to question a little bit, ‘am I right or am I being a fool by believing in Solas?’ ”"

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[whumping-in-the-dark]

~Fun Things To do With Your Whumpee~

CW: dehumanization, general cw for torture, manipulation, drugging, etc etc

So, just got a new whumpee? Or maybe you're looking for ways to engage with an old one? Either way, some of these may prove useful to you :)

Don't do any of these irl. I'm watching you >:(

If you consider yourself a 'nice' intimate whumper~

1. Good ol' freezing the shit out of your darling whumpee so that they cling onto you for some warmth :)

2. No? How about sensory deprivation? If you use it the right way they'll be putty in your arms in no time :)

3. Some good isolation works wonders too! Pair that with starvation, thirst, heat/cold, etc and you've got yourself a treat :)

4. Maybe your whumpee is just oh so stubborn :( but that's nothing a nice little drug dosage (or about nine) can't fix :)

5. Finally, if nothing else works :( just beat them up and then treat their wounds. Show them that YOU are the only source of comfort in their silly little life! It's a little more time consuming than others but frankly more long-lasting too :)

6. Here's a bonus round- paralysis! tie them up and watch a movie together! gags gags gags!! for all the back talking you'd hate for them to do! tattoo your name onto them! brand your initials onto them! and soo much more!!

OR

If you consider yourself a more stoic whumper~

1. Either keep them on a strict schedule or no schedule at all, whichever is more convenient for you :)

2. Force them to do your house chores and then punish them for not doing them properly (yay!) :)

3. Force them to pick their own punishments or maybe pick out how many of X they will have to endure! If they go too easy on themselves just punish them more :)

4. Force them to clean up all of the blood and gore once you're done torturing them. After all they are the ones who made that mess in the first place :)

5. Force them to address you respectfully, thank you after every torture session, give verbal answers each time, etc :)

6. Here's another bonus round- hose them down instead of giving them a shower! keep the naked or half-naked all times! NEVER use their name! collars collars collars!! Bonus points if they are shock collars with 'slave' tags! And soo much more!!

OR

If you consider yourself to be a pure let's torture the shit out of this whumpee kinda whumper... well~

HEY

WAIT

:0

MAJOR

torture and gore tw for this one~

it's the last one so skip it if you'd like~

1. Make sure they KNOW the consequences of their actions- do you pour hot glass/wax/etc into their ear for not listening to you? do you burn their tongue for talking back? or sew their eyes shut for glaring at you? :)

2. Track every torture session you put them through to find ways to slowly drag it out and increase their tolerance. After all, do they really deserve to faint when you're having so much fun with them? :)

3. Force feed them at all times or feed them icky liquids or pastes or maybe cut open their stomach and directly force food in through a tube? :)

4. Rub salt into their wounds! Pour alcohol over their wounds! Press into every little welt and twist your fingers into those cuts! :)

5. What? Still bored? Just pierce any body part of theirs you'd like and hook them up to the ceiling with that! do they get to stand on their toes? You choose that :)

6. A bonus round for y'all too ofc- manhandle them around by their hair! film their torture sessions to show them off to them later! pictures pictures pictures!! cages cages cages!! Torture their loved ones in front of them! Or force them to torture their loved ones! And soo much more!!

Feel free to suggest any additions :)

[storiesfromafan]

Insane - Benny x Reader

A/N: I had some fun with this one haha. Though I feel like I should have done it differently...oh well 😅

Prompt/s: "Not you again"

"Don't look at me like that, I'm trying to be serious right now"

Previous: Drinks, Persistent

Tag list: @strayrockette

You thought Benny was persistent, but now you thought he was just insane! After following you last night, constantly telling you to get on his bike and he'd take you home, which you ignored. You made it home with your shadow in tow. Once out front of your house, you turned and walked up the path to the porch of your house. Not once looking back, even when you heard the engine cut out.

Stepping up the few stairs and moving to unlock the front door, you stepped inside before turning around to close it. Pausing for a moment, you looked out into the street. The sight of Benny sitting upon his bike, watching you made you roll your eyes before shutting and locking the door. Not a second thought for the Vandal.

Neither of your parents were awake when you got home, which was good. You didn't want your mother interrogating you about your date. Let alone trying to come up with a white lie about why you had walked home, or explain the Vandal that was out the front. Shuffling up stairs you cleaned up, got ready for bed and finally got under the covers. Not long after sleep took over.

Though it was easy to fall asleep, it didn't seem to last. Waking up at four in the morning, you got up and went to the bathroom. Upon returning to your bedroom, for some unknown reason you looked out the window. And to your shock, and horror, none other then Benny Cross was across the street, leaning against his bike. You looked to the clock on your beside table, which told you it was almost four-thirty. You'd gotten home around ten-thirty. He'd been out there for almost six hours!

You groaned. “Not you again!”

Now fully awake, fear running through you at what your father would do if he saw Benny, you grabbed your robe and hastily put it on. Once secured and some shoes on your feet, you flew out of your room, down the stairs and across the lounge room to the front door. As quietly as you could, you unlocked the door and opened it. Stepping onto the porch, you closed the door just as quietly.

Silently you moved down the porch stairs and down the path. With what you hoped was a stern look upon your face, you crossed the street and come to stand before Benny with your hands on your hips. He had watched you since you left the house. Casually taking a drag of his cigarette and releasing the smoke a few times. When you stopped before him, did he flick it off to the side, before getting comfortable in his spot. Enjoying the attempt at a stern look on your beautiful face.

“What are you doing?!” You asked with a sharp edge, yet keeping your voice down. “If my parents – especially my father – see's you, they'll loose it!”

Benny smirked, yet remained quiet. Enjoying how frazzled you were.

“You have to leave, now!” You said, casting a look back to your house and then around you both. “Seriously Benny, you have to go!”

Still ignoring your words, he cast a look up and down. Taking in your robe clad form and messy bed hair. A sight that he was truly was enjoying, even thinking about what could be under that robe.

“Have to say, I like ya dresses” he began, bringing his gaze back to your face. “But I think I like this look so much more".

You were shocked, and then flustered by Benny's words. Which was not even on the same topic as you. The way he was looking at you, a heated gaze, eyes smouldering. Damn this man and his infernal gaze. It was twisting your stomach and making it hard to think.

“Don't look at me like that, I'm trying to be serious right now” you managed to get out without a stutter. “You have to get out of here, now Benny!”

“And what if I don’t?” He challenged, smirk crossing his lips as he made himself even more comfortable on his bike.

A noise of frustration left your lips. “You have gotta be kidding me" you said out loud. “Why must you be so insufferable!?”

Yet again Benny remained quiet, enjoying the show you were putting on for him. You continued to tell him to leave, even pleading him too. But he never said a word or moved. Guess its true that payback was a bitch.

“What will it take to get you to leave!?” You stressed, glaring daggers at the man before you.

Than a sly smile formed on his lips, instantly you regretted your words. For you had a feeling you knew what Benny was about to say. And you wanted to kick yourself.

“Go for a ride with me" was Benny's reply.

“E-excuse me?” You half croaked. A little surprised by his request, as it wasn’t what you thought he'd say.

Standing up to his full height, Benny looked down at you, blue eyes holding your gaze. “Go for a ride with me...” – he looked down at your attire once more – “not right now, but later today".

You were floored. And a little surprised. Out of all the things he could have requested, it was to go on a ride with him. What happened to making you his? Was this some kind of trick? And so you voiced these thoughts, which made him chuckle.

“Princess, I know after a ride with me, you'll change ya tune and you'll be beginnin' to be mine", and he winked.

There it was. The cocky Vandal from the bar. You rolled your eyes. “Sure I will”.

A triumphant smile crossed his face. “So, ya agree to go on a ride with me?”

You stepped back. “If it means I get you out of here before my parents wake; yeah. I guess I am".

With that you turned around and headed back to your house. But once you reached your side of the road you turned around and told him to pick me up from around the corner at midday. You didn't wait for a response before going back inside. As you quietly closed and locked the door, you heard the bike's engine roar to life. Resting against the closed door, you smiled softly as he heard Benny take off down your street.

So you have to go on a ride with Benny. It was just a little ride. It wouldn't mean anything, would it?

[lurkingshan]

Knock Knock Boys: The Unexpected Delight of the Summer Season

Who would have thought that this little under appreciated pulp would come in and steal the Thai BL summer season with so many bigger, shinier, more expensive shows on air? Not me! But here we are, and Knock Knock Boys is going down as one of my unexpected favorites of 2024.

I liked this show from the start, with its premise of four men, each dealing with various Life Situations, coming to live together in a shared home and developing natural friendships and romantic attachments. Each episode begins with a cold open that puts us squarely in the middle of their latest shenanigan and then we jump back to work our way there over the course of the episode. The writing is clever, the directing and editing is zippy and fun, and the whole thing is founded on queer and sex positive themes. I expected it to be a sexy, comedic romp with a sprinkle of mystery as we learned more each week about what these boys were running from.

And it is that, sometimes. But it is also a surprisingly touching story of queer friendship and finding yourself and your tribe and building courage to live an authentic life with the support of your loved ones. It's a story about making the effort to understand and giving each other space to figure ourselves out. It's a story about the importance of communication and giving others a chance to come through for you. It’s a story about how true friendship and patience and empathy can empower someone to change their life.

And it's also a touching romance, times two. Latte and Almond were the favorites all the way through for most of us watching, and seeing them go from friends to something more to proper boyfriends was so lovely. What I loved most about their arc together is how gently it advanced; despite Latte starting the show as our resident sexually experienced pansexual, he was also clear that sex and relationships are meaningful to him, and we saw that in how he pursued Almond with utmost patience. Almond was completely inexperienced and fixated on another guy when they met, and Latte was his genuine friend in helping him sort through his feelings and move on from Jumper before he was a prospective love interest. When Almond became more aware of the attraction between them and they began dating, it all felt natural, as did the progression of their physical intimacy. They are precious and their relationship has such a strong foundation that it's easy to believe they'll stay together long term.

Perhaps most surprising to me is how much I ended up loving the Peak and Thanwa romance, as well. Peak's journey, and the way it ultimately landed, is what sent this show into the stratosphere, and it's where that theme about patience that I mentioned above comes through most strongly. For much of their story, Peak and Thanwa were caught in a frustrating cycle of constantly misunderstanding each other, and it was mostly down to Peak's failure to communicate about his family situation and the way it was restricting him. These two kept missing beats, refusing to talk, and hurting each other because they just couldn't get it together to clear the air, and that can be hard to watch episode to episode. But once we have the full picture, Peak's behavior becomes understandable, both to Thanwa and to us, and we can only join his friends in rooting for him and giving him strength to be brave. And he was, in one of the most satisfying and heartwarming scenes I've seen in bl this year.

I just can't recommend this show highly enough, and I've kept things somewhat vague above because I hope more of you will watch it now that it's over and available for a binge. This show is not perfect, but it's so heartfelt and you will be rewarded in the end. You can find the show on Gaga and the small but mighty crew of us regular viewers screaming about it every week in the tag. You don't want to miss it!

[quinnnfabrgay-writes]

what it means to burn

This is my (incredibly and abhorrently late) entry for the Summer Lovin Challenge! My prompt was heat wave along with this AMAZING mood board! Thank you so, so much for putting this on @pedgito (and for being so incredibly patient)

pairing: dieter bravo x actress!reader

summary: There are many different ways to burn. People warn against getting sunburned amidst the suns cruel rays. Others are told it's in the afterlife where they'll feel hells wrath and burning flames. But burning desire that fills your body, floods your system, clouds your mind... what on earth are you supposed to do with that?

wc: 4.8k

tags/warnings: not much, some good ol' pining-esque angst (and some tooth-rotting fluff for funsies), Dieter is an idiot - but that's why we love him, i know nothing of film sets so there's that too

reader description: reader is described as having breasts and there is gendered language, otherwise nothing else about reader is described, no use of y/n

a/n: yeah, so this is almost exactly 6 months late, i am SO so sorry. i feel like i've been so stuck creatively this year. BUT here it is. at first I had no idea where I wanted to go with this, but then my wife and I binged all of Bridgerton in two weeks and I have that to blame for how some of this turned out. i also tried to really lean into the heatwave aspect of it 🫣 MAJOR shoutout to @bitchesuntitled for reading this over when i was losing my mind, i am so incredibly grateful

divider credit: @saradika-graphics

Your toes dig into the sand beneath your feet, each grain tickling your nerves - a much needed distraction you welcome. A bead of sweat trickles down your forehead, your body's desperate attempt at keeping you cool as you approach your third hour in this dreadful, sweltering heat. Your fingers twitch, fighting the automatic urge to wipe it away - the last thing you need is to give the director, Jared, another reason to call “cut” for the umpteenth time. 

What was supposed to be a “quick and easy” take of the scene in which Dieter’s character has a heat-induced fever dream of your character scantily clad in an oasis, has now become a whole cluster fuck. 

Dieter was almost an hour late to set - his reasons being missed alarms, traffic, every excuse under the sun really, but that was the least of your frustrations. Once everyone was finally in place and ready to start shooting, wardrobe mishaps galore. 

They originally wanted to have you in a gauzy, deep cut dress, golden ropes tied around your waist to complement your figure. But between the combination of the heat and your sweat, the dress tape meant to keep the cloth adhered to your breasts kept slipping off your skin multiple times, resulting in multiple nip slips that had the wardrobe department ushering you back into the trailers for an emergency costume change.

But perhaps the most annoying circumstance of all has to be the sheer amount of times Jared has had the two of you film and re-film the part in the scene in which Dieter’s character finally confesses his feelings for your character- or the mirage of your character to be exact. 

Picture it: Dieter’s character is lost in the desert, he’s been walking for days and nights looking for reprieve when he stumbles upon a beautiful oasis that’s too good to be true. Because it is. It’s simply a mirage used as a catalyst for Dieter’s character to come to terms with his romantic feelings. He’s supposed to come upon the oasis to find you lounging by the pool of a waterfall, dipping your toes in the water before approaching him, lavishing him with attention. Light sultry touches from you, flirty quips back and forth before devolving into a confession of love from him, all culminating into an almost kiss. Dieter is meant to lean in, your lips almost touching before his character wakes from his fever dream with a new determination to get back home and confess his feelings to the real life version of your character.

Which wouldn’t be an issue if it weren’t for the director finding a new problem almost every take. 

The first few takes were issues with your wardrobe. The next few, he wanted to try different starting positions: you by the pool of the waterfall, then you lounging on a moss covered rock, finally he settled on you wading out of the pool of the waterfall, the water making your skin sparkle and glisten under the cruel sun. 

A change you gladly welcomed the first one or two times you had filmed trying the new starting point, the water helping cool you down as the heat of the sun kept beating down on everyone. But soon enough even the water wasn’t enough of a reprieve, because then Jared had an issue with yours and Dieters chemistry. 

Or lack thereof. 

He couldn’t really blame the two of you though. At this point you were tired, sweltering, hungry, and so so cranky. Dieter wasn’t faring any better, you could tell he was two takes away from throwing a temper tantrum like a petulant child, and to be honest you weren’t too far behind him. The last thing on your mind was trying to convince the cameras of any romantic inclinations. 

Although, if you were being honest with yourself, it really shouldn’t be that hard, it’s not like you would be acting at all. This isn’t the first movie or project where you’ve led opposite Dieter Bravo, and even though you’ve tried your damnedest to do the complete opposite, you have found yourself falling more and more for the handsome goofball with each passing day. 

He was one of the first of the bigger names to show you kindness in your earlier roles; even took you under his wing as it were to warn you about the creeps to stay away from, to tell you the little tips and tricks of the trade, he even offered to run lines with you for auditions from time to time. 

His party-going ways and eccentricities were enough to keep your feelings at bay for a while, but as the two of you grew closer, and you got to see more of the real Dieter, it became more and more difficult to deny that you had indeed fallen for the one and only Dieter Bravo. And you had fallen hard. 

And if that doesn’t just piss you off.

“Oh for the love of Christ- cut cut cut!”

You and Dieter both huff and groan, you drop your head into your hands as Dieter slumps his shoulders in frustration. You feel like you could scream, your anger and frustration building to the point of tears gathering in your eyes. 

“What is the matter with you two?!” Jared's voice becomes louder as his steps grow closer to the two of you. 

You're just about to let him have it (deservedly so), but luckily Dieter pipes up before you can say something that might deem you “difficult to work with.”

“I don't know Jared, it could be a number of things. This goddamn heat being at the top of the shit list.”

You bite the corner of your lip to keep yourself from laughing, reigning your expression into a slight amused smirk instead as you watch Dieter and Jared go back and forth, mentally checking yourself out of the conversation until you hear Jared let out a dramatic sigh, running his hands through his hair before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in thought. 

“Okay, I get it. I really do. I know I've been impatient myself, this heat really is getting the best of all of us I suspect.” He drops his hand, opens his eyes, and glances back and forth between you and Dieter as he pleads his case.

“Just one more take, please? Just the speech Dieter gives, that's all we need. You two are almost there, it just doesn't feel… right yet. There's an underlying sense of animosity that I can't pinpoint, but that's what is holding you two up. Just take a couple of deep breaths and let go. Give us everything you got, okay? Really, you two are ridiculously talented, I specifically requested you two for a reason. If there's any hesitation, just let it go. And let everything else be fuel for the fire. Use your frustrations and channel them into your character's desire for each other, okay?”

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. You know his speech was pointed towards you, there's no way it wasn't, but he was good about making it seem like it was a pep talk for the both of you.

You nod your head, blinking quickly to clear the moisture in your eyes before any tear drops could fall. 

“Y-yeah, thanks Jared.” You reach your hand out to squeeze one of his forearms, a quiet show of appreciation.

Dieter rubs the back of his neck as he nods once in agreement, his lips pursed in thought. 

Jared gives you two an unreadable look before speaking again. “From the top then, yeah? Just one more time.” He claps his hands, swiftly turning around and back to his chair as he orders everyone else back into their places.

Dieter lets out a long, drawn out sigh before turning towards you, an eyebrow quirked and a half smile sweet enough to wash away your irritation.

He briefly looks back over to Jared before shouting “can we have a moment?”

Jared simply slumps in his chair, waving his hand exasperated in a manner signaling “go on.”

Your brows furrow; what could he possibly need to talk about that can't wait until you've at least been able to scarf down the snacks in the shared trailer, enjoying its glorious AC?

He swiftly turns towards you, stepping forward and closing the small gap between you two until you are practically toe to toe with one another.

You draw in a quick, sharp breath as he reaches both of his hands out grabbing your own. Such a simple touch, yet paired with the sheer closeness he's created, it's enough to set your skin on fire where the two of you are connected. Or maybe it's just the heat finally pulling you into an exhausted haze and warming your skin to the touch. That had to be it, there's no way this means anything.

“Mírame, por favor.”

Dieter’s voice raspy from the dry heat, yet it's still smooth as silk to your ears. You acquiesce, slowly raising your eyes to meet his gaze.

The look on his face could easily bring anyone to their knees. The molten pools of his dark brown eyes draw you in, begging you to dip your toe in. A false sense of security washes over you as you believe that little voice in the back of your head saying “it's safe, the water's fine,” as if the tide of his gaze won't pull you under at the first chance you'd let it.

You could dive in head first into the deep inky waves, letting them pull you further and further down - not once feeling panicked or afraid even as the darkness spreads around the corners of your vision, finally feeling at peace. Finally giving up your resistance, letting him finally drown and consume you…

You're shaken from this image, your mind coming back into reality, dropping back into your body when Dieter squeezes your hands in his. The deep baritone of his voice floating through your ears like a choir of angels when he utters “estrella.”

“Y-yes?”

“I- um, I just–” Dieter cuts himself off with a huff, casting his eyes down and you're pretty sure you hear him mutter fuck under his breath. He slowly shakes his head, a self deprecating tone weaved into his voice. “I'm terrible at this.”

“Dieter, what're you ta–”

His head swings back up quickly. “I'm sorry.”

You jerk your head back slightly, completely caught off guard. He looks so determined, his eyes flickering back and forth between your own. He squeezes your hands again, takes a deep breath, and continues. 

“I'm- I'm sorry. For today, for the million takes, for being late. All of it.”

He pauses long enough, you go to tell him it's fine, but he shakes his head, beating you to it. “No, I'm– fuck. Look, I know why Jared feels like there's some underlying animosity.”

You shuffle slightly, dropping your gaze to his feet, suddenly uncomfortable with the turn this conversation has taken.

“But what I'm trying to say is, I get it. You have every right to want to rip my head off right now. I know me being late really screwed up the schedule, and- and, I don't know. I just wanted you to know that I get it, and I really, truly am sorry. It was incredibly unprofessional.”

You brave looking back up at him. A pang runs through your heart at how genuine he looks. You have to bite the corner of your lip to distract yourself from the tears that want to well up, hoping you can keep them at bay.

“Thank you, Dieter. I really appreciate it.” A small, soft smile stretches your lips, meaning every word.

A small smile spreads across Dieter’s lips, mirroring your own. 

“I- um, I just couldn't sleep.”

“...huh?”

“Why I was late. I really did miss all of my alarms this morning. I was up most of the night, too nervous to sleep.”

Your brows and lips wrench up in confusion. “Nervous?”

“Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous. I mean this isn't the first romantic drama we've shot together or anything. I just really want to nail this scene. I want to be the scene partner you deserve. I really believe this could be the project that gets you nominated.”

“Oh, Dieter, th-thats's… that's getting a little ahead–”

“No, I'm serious. You deserve this. How can you become an EGOT winner without the Oscar? Huh?” He's full on grinning at you, those brown eyes sparkling with mischief. 

You huff a chuckle out, shaking your head. “Dee, please. That was just a silly childhood dream.”

“No, it’s not, and you know it.”

He dips his head slightly, trying to get you to meet his eyes. Once you do, his face softens. A small, adoring smile graces his features. 

“You deserve it more than anyone I know.” He drops one of your hands to softly cup your chin, his thumb brushing across your skin. “Mi estrella brillante.”

Your stomach drops as you try to remind yourself it’s nothing more than a friendly gesture. But Dieter apparently wasn't finished tormenting your lovesick soul. Before you have time to comprehend what's happening, he leans forward and drops his lips to your forehead, your chin still in his hand.

It had to have been only a brief few seconds, but to you that moment was frozen in time.

His devastatingly soft and pouty lips have your skin tingling, goosebumps forming along your arms, and all he has done is kiss you on the forehead, possibly one of the most innocent kisses two people could share, and yet your knees threaten to buckle as if he was worshiping your body underneath his tongue. 

God, you needed to get out of this heat.

Dieter pulls back and must notice something's amiss. His face falls slightly, his eyes searching your own as he says your name.

“Hey, is everything alright?”

Your eyes flutter as you shake your head to try and rid yourself of this spell he's put you under.

“H-huh? Oh y-yeah. I think the heat is finally getting to me.”

“Alright you two,” Jared's voice further coaxing you out of your stupor, “let's wrap this up so we can all go home, yeah?”

If logic was accessible in this moment, you could easily remind yourself that this isn't him talking to you like this. It's all for the movie, nothing more.

Unfortunately, that's not the case, all logic flew out the window the moment his lips touched your skin. You have no doubt in your mind that you're looking at Dieter like he hung the moon– which works for the scene, but were you really acting? 

It's hard to think of anything else beyond the feeling of his soft lips on your forehead, the reverent way he looked at you while cradling your chin in the palm of his hand, softly muttering, “mi estrella brillante.”

Mi estrella brillante.

You slowly flick your eyes back and forth between his, wondering if anyone has ever told him he has the most painfully beautiful eyes. So expressive, so captivating. 

Many a time you have gotten lost in studying his micro expressions - one of the many reasons you fell for him honestly. The amount of emotion this man can portray in one glance, a simple lift of his brow, a slight tilt of his head or subtle frown - it was mesmerizing. He's mesmerizing. 

His hand finds your cheek, the wide breadth of his palm practically encompassing the side of your face in its entirety. 

In an instant it all becomes too much - the pounding in your ears, the shallow breaths you're struggling to take in, the haze forming around the edges of your vision. Your gaze drops to his lips. His irresistibly tempting lips, still moving, still reciting his lines, but the words remain a mystery to your overheated state of being.

The way the velvet plush of them unwittingly beckons you closer and closer. And suddenly it all becomes so clear to you.

This fiery all consuming heat, this overwhelming longing that has been ignited and seized your entire being, has nothing to do with the hours spent in the burning sun.

This aching, this burning, it's all coming from within you.

A burning desire all for one Dieter Bravo.

In hindsight, you were probably also dehydrated, but in this moment the only thing you want to drink in, the only thing you crave, is the taste of Dieter's tongue sliding against your own, to feel his lips mold perfectly around yours. The very thought of him pulling your body against his, close enough where you wouldn't know for certain where your breath began and his ended.

It's this thought alone that has you acting like you've finally snapped and lost your damn mind, maybe you have.

Dieter’s still in the middle of his monologue when you suddenly clutch the front of his billowy shirt in your fists, a soft breathy whine slipping past your lips, your gaze locked onto your plump pillowy prize. You see his lips frown slightly, pursed as he starts forming a question, but you can't wait one second more. You shake your head, silently asking him to not speak, to not disturb whatever stars or planets that had aligned to make this moment possible. 

You gently pull on his shirt, bringing his body closer to yours as you angle your chin up, brushing your lips against his. Your eyelids flutter closed before you quietly whisper your simple request, “Stop talking and kiss me.”

Every worry, each little annoyance you encountered throughout the day all fades away to nothing the moment Dieter tenderly presses his lips to yours. His palm moves from your face, gently sweeping down the skin of your arm, goosebumps forming under his touch; an unexpected shiver shocking your system amidst the unrelenting heat.

He continues his path until his hand finds the small of your back, the pads of his fingertips stroking the skin bared from the exposed back of your costume. He gently pulls your body flush against his as he wraps his other hand around the nape of your neck, further enveloping you in his embrace. 

The warmth of his body against your own should be the very last thing you crave in this unforgiving and blistering heat, your dress starting to soak through with your sweat, yet somehow his touch is exactly what you need. His touch like a balm to your nerves; his caress the only source of reprieve you desire.

You let go of the white knuckle grip you have on his shirt, immediately tracing the edges and curves of his body as your palms chart a path towards his hair. Your fingers twisting into his curls greedily, not even caring to pay any mind to the slick of the sweat drenching his tresses.

Your heart clenches when you swipe your tongue past your lips to find his tongue peeking out as well, the both of you in sync as you deepen the kiss. You can't control the small whimper you make at the sound of Dieter softly groaning as your tongue slides against his for the first time.

His iron grip around your body tightens even further; you swear your body could melt against his from the sheer heat shared between the two of you.

The heat so all consuming it's flooded your senses, spread through your veins, and now sets your skin alight. Dieter is flint and wood, and you are the spark that sets the whole thing ablaze. 

Every pass of his tongue, every tug of his hair, each shared breath between you two only serves to feed and fan the flames; the heat of them licking at your skin, growing ever higher and higher until you and Dieter are one giant shimmering inferno.

But even roaring fires turn to ash eventually. 

“And cut!”

Jared’s voice cuts through your trance, jolting you out of Dieter’s embrace. You immediately take a step back, giving yourself space to fully assess and absorb what you’ve just done. 

Dieter’s hands hang aimlessly by his side now that you’re no longer wrapped around him, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, his lips swollen and slick from your kiss, his eyes wide and wild, glowing like the last few golden embers that refuse to be smothered into smoke.

You find the will to tear your eyes away from him and brave a glance at the crew around you. Some looks of shock come into view, some of annoyance, but nothing is as unnerving as the stoic look upon Jared’s face.

Your nerves quickly take hold, a chill running down your spine and spreading through your limbs as you slowly back further away from Dieter.

“I-I’m so sorry. I don’t- I…”

You quickly turn, gathering the skirt of your dress in your hands and move swiftly to the trailers, head hung in embarrassment.

What have you done? 

A rush of frigid air greets you as you fling open the nearest trailer door, too wrapped up in your distress to pay any mind to where it is you’re actually going.

It’s only when the door slams shut behind you that you finally take notice of your surroundings - a table littered with script pages, all strewn about with red and blue ink scrawled in the margins; a green robe haphazardly draped across the back of a chair; various bottles of water scattered across all in varying degrees of fullness, not one of them fully empty.

Dieter’s trailer. Of fucking course.

Even in a moment where you need some space to distance yourself from this school girl crush, you still can’t escape him. Whether you like it or not, you’re inherently drawn to him - even just a space that he’s inhabited has enough magnetic pull to draw you in. 

And it’s so fucking frustrating.

You’re just about to let out a much needed scream when you hear the door whip open behind you, the sound of it clicking shut only seconds later after the unwelcome guest makes their way inside.

Well, technically you’re the unwelcome guest.

You bury your face in your hands, not ready to face what’s coming next. You don’t even second guess who it was that followed you in, it was inevitable that he would come running after you - always looking after you, never once giving you a moment to breathe. The sun itself no longer the source of heat that threatens to smother you.  Even the chilling AC isn’t enough to temper the rising fury of your admittedly misplaced anger. If only he would give you just one minute to wrap your head around the situation you have placed yourself in.

The heat of Dieter’s body radiates off him in waves as you hear him shuffle closer to you, the exposed skin of your back already starting to dampen with newly formed beads of sweat. The feel of his hand coming to rest on your hip burns as if he is made of fire himself, a quiet “Estrella,” mumbled close to your ear. You drop your hands from your face in defeat, closing your eyes to muster whatever strength you have left, and push his hand off of your body. 

“Dieter, please, don’t.”

He lets his hand fall away from you, but you still feel his presence as he stays put behind you.

“I don’t understand, did I- did I do something wrong?” 

You slowly shake your head, still not ready to turn around, still not ready to confront this head on.

“It's just… it's jus-”

Fuck, it really is now or never, isn’t it?

You can tell Dieter is starting to get just as frustrated as you have been all day, a childish exasperated huff tickles your skin before the cracks in his composure start to show. In any other moment, you might have the patience and wherewithal to sympathize and agree that his day has been just as shitty as yours, but at your wits end? Well that’s no place for compassion or sensitivity, now is it.

“It's just what? Spit it out alre-”

You whip around facing him, feeling like the embodiment of a steaming kettle finally blowing its top, ready to let its contents boil and bubble over. 

“You frustrate the living daylights out of me, Dieter!”

He takes a step back, shock written all over his face, obviously not expecting this outburst of anger from you. His eyes narrow as he crosses his arms in a show of defense.

“Yeah, and? I piss a lot of people off. Where is this even coming from, I thought we were coo-”

“Oh please, we are well past you merely pissing me off. You have completely turned my world on its axis! You have single handedly complicated and confused everything I thought I knew about myself! You're so infuriating - with your stupid reservations over anything bluetooth-”

“Not stupid, the EMF waves mess with your brain-”

“-your complete and utter inability to care for or respect anyone's time but your own. Your obsession with alien probing?! What is that? If aliens are real, you really think out of everyone on this planet, that they would choose you to beam up into their ship just to what? Study you?”

“It's not an obsession! It's a reasonable and  completely rational fear and respect for aliens. And no, not study me… I'm afraid they'll impregnate me, okay?”

You stare at him blankly, silence filling the air. Dieter’s face is so… genuine. His eyebrows downturned in distress, those deep brown eyes of his widened slightly in legitimate fear. If it weren’t for the circumstances or the subject matter of your current conversation, you would almost feel bad for him, almost wanting to close the distance and caress his face, easing his worries.

But his worries were… ridiculous. 

It starts out small; a quirk in your brow, the corners of your mouth twitching as you let out an amused huff in disbelief. It tickles your insides, the sheer absurdness the turn this conversation has taken.

It quickly takes over, growing into giggles you try to contain behind your hands, but then Dieter’s face cracks - his own expression twisting in mirth as the two of you erupt into fits of laughter.

A few seconds pass as you both fight to reign it in until silence takes hold again. But this time, it's not as suffocating, it's… nice.

You softly smile at him as he returns the gesture, cautiously taking a step forward into your space, Dieter’s hands finding their home cupping your face, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. You can see the internal battle waging behind his eyes, no doubt trying to figure out what to say in an attempt to not set you off again.

You give him some much deserved grace, bringing your own hands up to wrap around his wrists, feeling his pulse beating rapidly below your fingertips. You take a shallow breath before attempting to apologize, but yet again Dieter beats you to the punch.

“I won't pretend to know what's running through that brilliant mind of yours, but if I've done anything to upset you…” his gaze quickly drops to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes, “... I'm sorry.”

“No, no you really don't meed to apologize Dieter, I… fuck.”

You snap your eyes shut, afraid to see the inevitable look of pity. You can't look him in the eyes when you say it. Brilliant my ass, more like a fucking coward.

“I'm just so embarrassed, that was so unprofessional and I know everybody is pissed that I messed up yet another take and I just… I couldn't deny it any longer. And I'm so sorry I took you by surprise like that, it was completely uncalled for and mmfph-”

Dieters lips come crashing down on your own, silencing your babbling. Your hold on his wrists tighten as you immediately match his fervor, not caring that you're already struggling to take a breath, his is the only oxygen you need at this moment. Before you can get too lost in the kiss, he breaks it off, resting his forehead against yours while you both try to regain your breath.

He nuzzles your nose before smirking, “there, now we're even.”

A surprised and delighted giggle escapes your lips, holding onto his wrists even tighter, filing away every second of this that you can before the moment is over. But Dieter was always full of surprises.

“And if you'll let me, I'd very much like to do that again. Maybe later, after dinner?”

You can’t stop the goofy grin spreading across your face as you respond.

“I think we could work something out.”

Thank you to anyone who reads this, comments and reblogs are never expected, but always appreciated. I'm just happy there's someone out there who might enjoy the things I have to say ❤️

tagging some Dieter moots (no pressure to read or reblog obvi): @sp00kymulderr @perotovar @covetyou @chronically-ghosted @yopossum @whatsnewalycat @kedsandtubesocks @whocaresstillthelouvre @pedrostories @beefrobeefcal @seventeenpins @ozarkthedog @pedrit0-pascalit0

[kaibutsushidousha]

Another Danganronpa linguistics-based that has been about as long overdue as the name study post is the post about the language nuances of Fujisaki's unusual gender situation. I'm genuinely surprised I never got a direct question about this, even when the Danganronpa Translation Critique tag was still active, but one post about the subject in this site and a conversation about it elsewhere (read: a place where can easily copypaste my own explanations from) inspired me to finally put this one out. This used to be a heated topic a decade ago, so there's probably too many disclaimers to be made with this one, so assume I made every one you need to read this study in good faith. Thank you.

I guess I need to start with a general explanation of first-person pronouns. I imagine a lot of people know this part already since it's an omnipresent aspect of the language, but it never hurts to review the basics. Japanese has multiple first-person pronouns instead of the single "I" English has. A person's choice of pronoun informs things about their gender, age, social status, and relationship to the person they're speaking to. In theory, there are maybe over 40. In practice, there are only 3, maybe 6 depending on your standards for what counts as "commonly seen". In modern Japanese, most pronouns are things you only find in fiction.

The three genuinely common first-person pronouns are the traditionally masculine boku and ore, and the gender-neutral watashi. Watashi can be easily mistaken for feminine since that's what women default to in every situation due to the lack of other options, but it's a truly neutral formal pronoun that men are using all the time in professional situations. It's especially relevant here that watashi is not inherently feminine in any way.

Now to the relevant question. What pronoun Fujisaki uses for himself? The answer is boku, a markedly masculine pronoun, the same our male protagonist uses. This can be seen in Mondo's flashback with him, in the scenes contained his inner thoughts, the bonus mode/game scenes that have his secret revealed, and if that counts, how Alter-Ego talks as him.

Fujisaki's boku is a traditionally masculine pronoun, so he obviously didn't use it before the reveal. It's easy to spot this and call it a pronoun switch. These kinds of pronoun switches are a very common language trick and come in all sorts of circumstances in other stories, but Fujisaki's case becomes a lot more intriguing when you verify what it was changed from.

The expected answer is watashi. It's the perfectly gender-neutral pronoun, but it's a pronoun women use far more commonly than any feminine-specific pronouns. It's a perfect fit for the disguise and it's very easy to honestly say Fujisaki has no reason to feel any dysphoria using watashi as a man. It's something his male peers are expected to do when talking to teachers and that they'll need to do in their jobs as adults. But Fujisaki never says watashi before or after the reveals.

The actual answer is none. Fujisaki omits pronouns in every line of dialogue he has alive. Omitting pronouns is a completely normal part of dialogue in Japanese, so doing it 100% of the time is not something people normally do, but it is something you can get away with in Japanese without raising many eyebrows.

This 24/7 pronoun omission has always been a fascinating dialogue quirk to me because in my 12 years consuming stuff as a Japanese student and translator, this is something that I've never seen done before or after, and something no translation of DR1 could convey properly in English. It's a truly unique case as far as I'm aware.

Makes this gimmick work requires an extra level of attention and sometimes getting creative with phrasing, both in Kodaka writing out-of-universe and in Fujisaki speaking in-universe. Genuine work was put into making Fujisaki fiercely refusing to refer to himself with anything less than a fully masculine pronoun, no matter how much he felt "undeserving" of his gender.

Anyway, that's pretty much all on the side of Fujisaki's own self-expression. The question I'm mostly copypasting my own answer from was "which characters used which gender expressions in chapter 2" and I yapped about Fujisaki's own answer because that's the special and unique description trick that frequently occupies my mind, but I guess I'll drop the answer here as well.

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The first point to be relevant is that many characters, including our PoV Naegi, use the honorifics san for the girls and kun for the boys. Naegi is the first to address Fujisaki after the reveal and he sticks to the san he always used. This continues even after the flashbacks give the full context of Fujimaru's situation.

Next, Celes mentions Fujisaki as "Fujisaki... kun", taking a big pause to indicate intent on the pronoun switch and attention to the habits she's trying to unlearn. Kirigiri, Geno, and Ishimaru also refer to Fujisaki in unambiguously masculine terms before Oowada reveals any of Fujisaki's perspectives on the matter. The rest don't say anything gendered, which is easy to do because Japanese is a really easy language to be gender-neutral on (this says a lot about the choices of the characters who did pick gendered words, perhaps).

How Oowada and Junko (Monokuma) address gender is discussed directly in the trial so I don't think I need to cover it here. They're also the only ones with full context during the trial, so it's not comparable to the 4 above deciding Fujisaki's gender based on fragmentary information.

And the last relevant new factor is Alter-Ego, who refers to its creator as "Goshujin-tama", aside from regularly using he/him. Goshujin-sama used by servants to address the specifically male lords they work for. As maids became a staple anime trope, you probably heard this one coming from a fetishized maid character. The reason why I'm specifying this is that Alter-Ego calls Fujisaki "Goshujin-tama" instead of "Goshujin-sama". The "honorific" tan is a variation of the classic honorific san, used primarily by otaku to address their anime waifus. The -tama there is a -sama equivalent of that. The blatant implication there is that Fujisaki designed his subservient digital clone to be attracted to him, which is categorically weird. That's another character element that the localization doesn't bother trying to convey, opting for a mostly sanitized "Master" as Alter-Ego's title of choice of Chihiro.

Then the next game has AI Nanami referring both to Fujisaki as her father and Alter-Ego as her brother, and I'm closing the post here because I'd rather not to think about how that makes Alter-Ego's title of choice weirder.

[cookinguptales]

So… last week I made a vent post about an accessibility issue I’d had with some podcasters. I really only meant for the post to be read by my followers (who to my knowledge aren’t familiar with the podcast in question) which is why I put minimal tags on it and didn’t name the show.

But… the post got legs that I wasn’t expecting, and eventually a lot of people asked for the name of the show. I hadn’t intended on creating a whole big thing, so I was kind of reluctant, but I did see the logic in what they were saying — as a disabled woman myself, I would also want to know if I were supporting podcasters whose values did not align with mine. So I told people quietly in the notes that the show had been Old Gods of Appalachia.

Things… did not stay quiet.

Frankly speaking, one of the reasons why I don’t write as many posts about disability and ableism these days is because I got tired of people writing to me and telling me that people like me should be dead. So you can imagine what kind of fucking week I’ve been having since all that blew up. It’s been a very high symptom week, too, so I’m just. Very tired and stressed rn.

Personally, I’d be happy to never talk about it again and try to get back to my everyday life, but I did think it was important to note that the creators of OGOA must have gotten wind of the post, and they did contact me.

I won’t post the whole email here, but it was a good response. Since seeing my post, they’d tried getting in contact with the venue and realized very quickly why I’d been so frustrated. They ended up needing to go through their booking agent to get any kind of answers — so like, to the people who sent me a thousand messages telling me I was an entitled idiot who just needed to contact the venue, please know that none of you were remotely helpful.

Again, I’m not going to post the entire email, but I did think it was important to be fair and use the same platform that I used to vent to tell people that they seem committed to doing better in the future. They told me that they would be making sure that they have all this information going forward and that they would no longer allow it to be such a barrier to entry for disabled fans.

They invited me back to the show and… god, I’ll admit it. I really had to think about my answer. Not to sound ungrateful, but after the week I’ve had, even thinking about the podcast, the podcasters, and that damn live show has me stressed af. I had to really consider whether I even wanted to go.

But in the months since I first contacted them, they added a show that’s a lot closer to where I live, so rather than a weekend trip, I could just take a single bus. And it’s near one of my favorite Japanese restaurants in the city, so if all else fails, I can at least have some good katsudon. So I will be going to the Philadelphia show.

(Though for fellow disabled fans, Terakawa Ramen is not wheelchair accessible. 🙃 Most days I can do the two steps into the restaurant, but not always. Philly, I love and loathe you.)

Anyway, I wanted to reply to them before I made a post here, but… yeah. We’ve worked things out, I think. Only the future can tell what they'll do going forward but they do seem committed to doing better.

To me, there are always two goals when I write about disability and ableism. The first is that disabled people will feel seen. That is always, always my primary goal. It’s so easy for us to feel invisible and unimportant, and I always want to make you all feel seen, just like I want to feel seen. The second is that able-bodied folks will listen and learn and do their best to support their disabled peers in the future.

So… I think that my post managed to fulfill both of those goals. A lot of disabled people have reblogged that post and have talked about their own experiences, and a lot of them have explicitly said how much that post makes them feel seen. And the podcasters in question seem to have really reflected on their actions and seem to want to do better going forward.

So as incredibly fucking stressed out as I’ve been, I guess I can’t regret making the post. It’s always good to know that your words can have impact. The post has long since moved out of my friends circle so I assume it’ll just keep circulating and I’ll keep getting shitty anons and chat messages, but I’m just gonna focus on what good has come from it. I’m hopeful that my post will make life tangibly better for at least a few disabled people, and I’m encouraged by the fact that podcasters who I’d formerly liked do actually seem to want to do the work needed to improve.

And uh I’m not answering any more messages from people who just wanna swear at me. I’m tired. Leave me alone.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing

AN: Happy 53rd birthday Winona Ryder!

I glanced over at Lydia as she looked out the window. A small pile of things were already on the front lawn. She sighed before turning back to the model.

"Are you sure you want to get rid of it?" I asked, setting down the chair that had been in the corner of the room. Lydia looked over at me.

"I don't want to but I think it's time." She sighed. "Adam spent so much time on it. It's a time capsule at this point. But HE keeps coming and invading it. Hard to hold onto the good memories when that thing keeps popping out." I walked over and wrapped my arms around her.

"But surely there's more good than bad with it?" I said, leaning my head against hers. "I mean didn't Adam and Barbra mean a lot to you? This is one of the last things that you have from them."

"You're right." Lydia sighed, turning her head to look at me. "You're right." She kissed me softly before pulling away. "I just need to figure out how to keep him out." She picked up the book on the windowsill. "When we fly back to Los Angeles I'll read this. Figure something out." I nodded before picking the chair up again. I took it outside and added it to the pile.

"Anything else going down?" I called as I climbed up to the attic.

"No." Lydia called back. "But if we're staying here the next couple of days, we might as well decorate."

"Huh?" I said, pausing when I saw her pulling boxes out of the corner.

"Halloween decorations." She said with a smile. "Relax. Not Delia's. Adam and Barbra. Sure they're old and cheesy but..." She shrugged, looking through the box.

"That should be fun." I agreed, walking over and pulling out a string of bats. "And with the way Delia designed the house, it should be easy to do all this ourselves. Haven't done that in a while." Lydia nodded with a smile.

"Too bad Astrid couldn't be here to help." Lydia sighed. "I think she'd enjoy it." I snorted.

"Enjoy it? After what happened last time she was in this house?" I laughed. "Don't get me wrong, I know there's a lot of good memories here but how the fuck can you come back here year after year to maintain it and clean it out? After everything that happened to you here?" Lydia paused, holding a ghost close to her chest.

"Like you said, a lot of good memories." She said. "Adam and Barbra. Dad and Delia. Believe it or not, there's memories with Astrid here." Lydia looked around as I climbed onto the windowsill to hang the bats to the roof. She watched me with a careful eye. "He was a small part of it. Scared me for life sure. But I'll never forget watching Adam work on the model. Or Barbra trying to wallpaper the attic." Lydia laughed. "Or Delia arguing with thin air about colors to paint the living room." I turned to look at her as I climbed down. "I always had to intervene to let her know what Barbra was saying. The look on her face when she realized they were looking at the same paint swatch was always funny." She shrugged.

"Sounds like a fun place to grow up." I said, reaching into the box to see what else was there. Lydia nodded.

"It was." She said. "Let's put this stuff up." I nodded and picked up the box, carrying it down to the main floor of the house. "And maybe I can find a way to contact Delia and Dad. Who knows. It would be nice to spend Halloween with them again." I put the box down on a table and hugged Lydia when she had done the same.

"That would be nice." I said, brushing some hair off her face. "I'd love to meet them." Lydia kissed me softly.

"They'll love you." She assured me. Pulling away, she started to dig through the box to start decorating with a smile.

[justmystyles]

With this Ring

read my other work here!

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.1k

summary: Harry takes his commitment to you to a new level.

a/n: watching everyone go nuts over that tattoo reminded me of a Harry head canon that i've been sitting on, and i felt like this would be a great time to put it out there. this story takes place in the NYIML timeline, but that story is so far from a wedding, so they'll get their proper wedding eventually. just act surprised when this happens again at some point, eventually.

tags: @allthelovehes @ameerakane20 @ash-craze @bethanysnow @blue-ballad @blueraspberryreader @brightlightsinlife @creativelyeva @cute-as-ducks420 @deannaard @fanficismydrug @gem1712 @golden-hoax @gothmingguk @groovychaosavenue @hillzrry @iceebabies @indierockgirrl @jerseygirlinca @jng4kook @jooniesbabie @kaverichauhan @laurxn-robinson @lexiecamposv @mrs-anna-styles211994 @n0vaj3an @potterheadandsherlocked @rach2699 @ravenclawdirectioner @stylesfeverr @superchrystaldrug @tenaciousperfectionunknown @tiaamberxx @thechaoticjoy @theekyliepage @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @youknowwhaaat

You study Harry’s expression as he examines the selection of rings in front of him. He doesn’t seem particularly taken by any of them, and you’re pretty sure you know why. 

In just a few weeks, you and Harry are finally getting married. A quiet celebration with your closest family and friends at your villa in Italy. Today, you were selecting your wedding bands. Yours was an easy choice, you selected a simple, understated white gold band that complimented your engagement ring perfectly. Harry however, was having a more difficult time making a decision.

Harry already had an extensive collection of rings. A large gold ‘H’ usually occupies his left ring finger, but he was looking at simple gold bands to replace it, for you. You knew he would never complain, or say anything to you about it, but you were sure that a part of him wasn't thrilled about the change. 

“Harry?” You get his attention when the jeweler steps out back to grab some more options. Your fiance looks up at you and hums in response. “You don’t have to get a wedding ring, you know.” 

Harry furrows his brow. “What do you mean? We’re getting married, of course I do.” He reaches out, placing his hand over yours. 

“You already have a ring for that finger. Besides, you don’t need to wear a piece of jewelry to prove that you're mine. It’s an antiquated tradition.” You shrug.

“Ha!” Harry’s hands quickly covered his mouth at the bark of laughter that escaped him. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Baby, I’ve never seen someone plan a more traditional wedding, and now you’re telling me that one of the main components is antiquated?” 

“I just want you to be happy, and I feel like one of these boring basic bands wouldn’t do that.” 

“Princess,” he takes your face in his hands, looking deep into your eyes. “You make me happy, and I can’t wait to be your husband and show the whole world I belong to you. If I could tattoo ‘property of Y/N’ across my forehead without looking completely insane, I would do it in a heartbeat.” He pulled your face to his, as the two of you kissed, it was as if a lightbulb went off in his head. He knew the perfect solution. 

***

“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.” The officiant announced as Harry pulled you into him, dropping his lips down to meet yours in a passionate kiss as your friends and family cheered. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, for the first time ever, Mister and Misses Harry Styles!” The two of you turned, facing the crowd, Harry raising your joined hands in the air victoriously as you made your way down the aisle with the italian sunset setting the most romantic backdrop you could have possibly dreamed of. 

The two of you stepped back into your villa, Harry tugging your arm and pressing you against the wall. “My wife,” he sighed happily before crashing his lips against yours. He pulled back, resting his hand on the side of your neck, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “My beautiful wife. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, husband.” You giggle, pulling his left hand to your mouth and kissing the simple gold band that now adorned his left ring finger. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You asked. He gave you a mischievous smirk, and you furrowed your brow. “What?” 

“I may have had an idea after our talk at the jewelry store.” He chuckled at your curious expression. “Come with me, Mrs. Styles.” 

He took you by the hand and led you to the bridal suite area. When you stepped inside, there was a table, wrapped in plastic with a chair on either side, and a large man setting up supplies. 

“Harry?” You asked curiously. 

He smiled at you, kissing the wrinkle that formed between your eyebrows. “I thought about what you said, about how I already had rings, and you didn’t want me to have to give them up. I figured out a way that I could have both. I’m going to have your name tattooed around my ring finger.” He announced proudly. “That way, I have my wedding ring on all the time, even if I’m wearing my H.” 

Your eyes start to water as you take in his words. He studies your face, worry creeping into his expression. “Are you… is that okay?”

You throw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Baby, that’s amazing. Are you sure? A tattoo is a forever thing.” 

Harry chuckles, pulling you back so he can look you in the eyes. “So are we, princess. Remember like five minutes ago when we got married?” He wiped a stray tear off your cheek. 

“Yeah of course,” you say with a light laugh.

“C’mon,” he tugs on your hand and brings you over to the table. “I want my wife with me while I do this.” 

He takes a seat at the table, pulling you onto his lap as he lays his left hand onto the table. The tattoo artist confirms that Harry is ready before dipping the tattoo pen in the ink and begins to write your name in small letters across Harry’s finger as your wedding photographer takes pictures, her assistant shooting a video of the moment. Your eyes travel from Harry’s face to the work being done on his finger. His eyes meet yours and he puckers his lips, you lean in to kiss him softly. 

“Are you… does it hurt? It seems like that would be a painful spot.” 

“Nothing hurts with you by my side.” He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

“Ugh,” you groaned. “So corny. But I guess I can let it slide today. I mean, you are getting my name permanently etched on your body.” 

“My wife is so merciful,” he said, his thumb absentmindedly running across your hip. 

After a few more minutes, the tattoo was finished and Harry held his left hand up to admire the work. You grasped his wrist and moved it in front of your face. “Hmm… that’s not how you spell my name.”

“What?!” Harry pulled his hand out of your grip and held it up close to his eyes. “Wait, yes it is.” 

“I know, I was just messing with you.” You laughed. “It’s perfect Harry, I love it.” 

“And I love you, my wife.” 

“I love you too, husband.” 

[yeowangies]

KINKTOBER 2024 MASTERLIST

♡ My second year of kinktober, and with a lot of characters I didn't use to write for before as well! Wish me good luck!

♡ These are obviously all smuts, some will include dark content. Everything will be tagged accordingly (and if I miss anything, let me know and I'll add the warning)

♡ Like last kinktober, some of these prompts will have some spooky themes, cause of course, it's Halloween! Some will include gore, blood and yandere characters. Everything will be tagged.

♡ The list I'm posting is subject to change. As I'm posting it now, there are only 8 prompts finished, and I started working on some others. As I wrap up some of them, they'll be added here. The order in which I post each prompt is also subject to change.

♡ I'm not doing exactly 31 prompts! I know I'm not gonna make it, so I don't even compromise to attempt it. But I'm aiming for 15 at least, hopefully 20 prompts though.

♡ I will start posting on October 1st, and depending on my own pace when it comes to writing, it might extend to the first days of November.

♡ (Sadly this kinktober is not so bloody or creepy as last year's but I'm gonna make it spooky enough anyway)

♡ Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

October 1st: Getting even - Vegeta (DBZ); Pegging.

Synopsis: Training had somehow brought you together. The pent up energy it usually left could only lead to one thing that made it easy for your relationship to flow.

October 3rd: Covenant - Sukuna (JJK); Dubcon.

Synopsis: Turning to look for its point of origin, the voice was basically lost in the darkness, and your hands shuddered in anticipation.

October 5th: Encouragement - Kenpachi (Bleach); Deepthroating & Facesitting.

Synopsis: It had been embarrassing to confess to a man like Kenpachi that you hadn’t had a lot of experience regarding sex.

October 7th: Mirror - Jiraiya (Naruto); Mirror.

Synopsis: You narrowed your eyes at him as Jiraiya went through his belongings and, surprisingly fast, pulled out a small bottle of what you knew was lube. He grinned at you like the pervert he was, and you frowned.

October 9th: Sweet disposition - Goku (DBZ); Overstimulation.

Synopsis: You had been crying the night before Goku returned from training God knows where; had you known, you would have put some tea bags on your eyes, to try and hide the puffiness and redness around them.

October 11th: Made a mess - Kugo Ginjo (Bleach); Piss Kink.

Synopsis: The way you had sneaked up on Kugo as soon as he stepped into the house had made his cock instantly hard, faster than any other time he had been hard for you.

October 13th: Only yours - Nanami Kento (JJK); Breeding.

Synopsis: Just the sight of Kento made your knees weak, mouth water, and heat to pool inside your abdomen.

October 15th: Bossy - Goku & Chichi (DBZ); Threesome.

Synopsis: You and Goku were impatient during sex, but despite what people thought of Chichi (and even the way she acted around the two of you sometimes), she was certainly the most demanding, being bossy even in bed.

October 17th: Delights - Unohana (Bleach); Impact Play.

Synopsis: You groaned, legs trembling, before you started counting every single blow again.

October 19th: Luxury - Toji (JJK); Titfucking.

Synopsis: Toji was a sleaze, but he did came home with a lot of money every once in a while, and he did indulge you in a few luxuries. 

October 21th: Mindblowing - Goku&Vegeta (DBZ); Double Penetration in Two Holes.

Synopsis: No matter how much Goku and Vegeta get you ready, it was always overwhelming when they pressed their cocks inside you.

October 23th: Perfectly shaped - Kensei (Bleach); Squirting.

Synopsis: He knew your body better than you knew yourself, he knew exactly what to say, what to do, where to touch and what to say to get you going. That’s why it was so easy for you to get close to the edge of an orgasm.

October 27th: Charm - Jiraiya (Naruto); Stripping.

Synopsis: “Come on, baby, take off your clothes for me.” You pleaded, batting your eyelashes, looking up at him with starry eyes. 

October 29th: Sweet and knowing - Broly (DBS); Masturbation and Voyeurism.

Synopsis: Broly sees you everyday from outside your window. You don’t even know you’re being watched, you just go on with your life. He was positive he’d never seen anyone more attractive.

October 31st: The end of the world - Suguru Geto (JJK); Sensory Deprivation.

Synopsis: The day was sunny, no clouds in the sky, warm, almost hot. Eerily dreamy for a late spring day. There were still some flowers in some of the plants in your front yard. A heavy contrast with the man in dark clothes, long dark hair, and even darker eyes, waiting outside your door.

November 3rd: A beast to toy with - Kenpachi (Bleach); Size Difference.

Synopsis: Every time you walked to the fourth division, you could feel it everywhere. Whenever you went back to the barracks, there he was, somewhere in the roofs of the buildings. Even when you were alone in your room, you could practically smell him; he had been there at some point while you were gone. 

November 10th: Hint of light - Raditz (DBZ); Bondage.

Synopsis: He couldn’t even remember how he fell asleep, or where he even was. For starters, he was sitting on a chair. And when he tried to move, he realized that he couldn’t. 

[masterjedilenawrites]

Howdy!!! I was wondering if you could write about S/O asking their clone lover if they would get a vasectomy? I've never felt comfortable with birth control, with it having side effects and the chance of not working. But vasectomys seem very effective and are reversible! If you dont feel like doing all of the clones, you can just do the bad batch! Or just Crosshair, he's my favorite 😍. If you're not comfortable writing this, I totally get it! Thanks for reading my ask anyway! I love your writing!

Crosshair's my favorite too 😊

But let's throw all the bois and batch into this one... Except for Echo, who I headcanon to not have a fertile/working *ehem* member, so no worries on that front if he's your partner. Let's sub him out for... Gregor? Howzer? Ooh, wait, how about Bacara!

[18+ only below the cut, please and thank you]

Cody, Rex, and Kix are totally fine with this plan. Whether you don't want kids yet, ever, or any more, they will always defer to you in these matters. They don't have strong preferences and simply want you to be happy. If you're more comfortable with them getting sterilized over the alternatives, then your wish is their command.

Tup, Dogma, and Tech will want to do some research first, and discuss what your goals are with birth control as a couple. Permanent solution or temporary? Short and long term side effects? Cost? Etc. Once you're on the same page and decide a vasectomy is the right thing for your relationship, then they'll gladly do their part.

Jesse, Hunter, and Wrecker will blanch at the idea of getting snipped. They're very, um, sensitive over anything regarding their genital area. Don't get them wrong, they'll still do it for you, of course. But the thought kinda sorta really freaks them out, despite it being a routine, safe procedure. They'll need a pep talk and lots of aftercare to get them through it.

Wolffe, Fox, and Crosshair are actually thrilled at the idea. Maybe not about the process itself, but at the idea of having an effective way of preventing an unplanned pregnancy. The thought always secretly stressed them out. But if all it takes is a simple procedure and then you two can get intimate in whatever way you want with few to no consequences? Deal. Sold. Done.

Fives, Hardcase, and Bacara are also okay with getting the ol' snip-snip, though they will put it off for as long as you'll let them. They don't like the idea of having to take it easy for a while afterward - in their daily life as well as in the bedroom. When they do get it done, you'll have to keep a close eye on them so they follow the recovery plan properly.

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[southernbluebellereader]

here’s something to look forward to for when u get back after ur busy weekend

i don’t normally request ghost or könig but something about big scary men being at ur mercy has me on my knees

but like imagine ghost or könig with an anal vibrator and just begging u touch them, overstimulated and all

this is just pure filth so ima keep it anonymous this time round lmaoo

You're So Good To Me

A/N: OMG BESTIE??? You got me on the edge of my seat. I hope I don't disappoint. I'm gonna do both König and Ghost, they'll be a little shorter, but I think you'll like them.

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Reader

König x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW. vibrator. Switch. Master List (Tag List at the bottom)

[18+] [RATED M FOR MATURE] [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley

Now, it took a long time in order for you to convince Simon to even have toys be used on him.

On you? He's all for it. But just know, he puts a lot of trust in you to allow you to use any toys on him.

But you start nice and easy - especially since you taking charge this time was his idea

The two of you had gone to your favorite sex shop and found a little black vibrator that he held up for you for approval. He didn't have to use his words in order to ask you if you wanted him to use it on him. You gleefully accepted and told him you'd take care of him.

It was a special night. Simon would put a different kind of trust in you that he'd never be able to put in anyone else.

The both of you took the time to set up your bedroom with candles, you put lavender and rose essential oils in your humidifier, and soft music.

For a while, you and Simon made soft and deep love. He made long and deep strokes inside you, relishing in your moans and groans escaping your mouth.

Soon after, he took a hold of the small black vibrator, seeking your approval. You spoke softly and guided him, leading him and giving him directions to lay down on his back with his legs spread.

You situated yourself between his legs and touched him gently, and softly, and deeply as you spoke softly to him, encouraging him, praising him.

"You're doing so well for me, Simon. I'm going to use lube, ok? Please let me know if you feel uncomfortable." He nodded in approval, encouraging you to continue as you with flushed cheeks.

Once your hands were covered in lube, you held the vibrator in one hand, and gently prepped his hole, earning glorious sounds and deep breaths from your beloved.

You internally relished in the sounds he made, making you even more excited, but you wanted to take things slow.

As you prepared hole, you turned the vibrator on the lowest setting.

"Simon, baby, you're doing so well. Are you ready, baby?"

"Y-Yeah-" Simon nodded eagerly and gripped the sheets surrounding him.

"You're such a good boy, Simon, here we go," You cooed at him as you placed the vibrator right at the entrance of his hole, smiling gleefully in excitement as he began squirming - glorious sounds of moaning and grunts escaping his breath as he tensed up and arched his back.

Poor Simon, you'd only just begun.

König

Oh, König, your sweet boy.

König is definitely more receptive to using toys earlier on in your relationship compared to Ghost.

But he never had a vibrator be used on him before, it was always used on you.

UNITL, he was looking for something and he opened up the drawer of your nightstand that kept all your toys. Smiling sheepishly, he picked up the small dark purple vibrator and simply held it in his hands.

He couldn't deny his curiosity and sat on y'all's shared bed, simply holding and feeling the vibrator, pressing the buttons several times for the different speeds. he'd forgotten what he was looking for.

He nearly jumped when you called out to him from the doorway: "Baby are you ok?"

He turned around, blushing, with the vibrator on the lowest setting in hand.

You chuckled as you approached him, standing in between his legs as you put your hands over his hands that were holding the vibrator, "You want me to use this on you?"

Turning even more red, Kônig swallowed hard as he kept his eyes on you.

You smiled gently and nodded, "It's ok if you want to, König. I'll be gentle."

"Y/N..." Before he could finish, your lips were already attached to his lips, then his jaw and neck.

Oh, God, how was he to deny you? He placed the vibrator on the bed and held you close to him as you continued to pepper him with deep kisses, leaving marks on his neck and collarbones.

Soon, both of y'all's clothes were shed and the sheets of your bed were all over the bed.

You asking - demanding - him to do things made him more excited. He loved having you in charge.

You had him on all fours on the bed, ass in the air, head and arms resting on a few pillows.

You situated yourself behind him and rubbed his lower back and hips as you cooed at him, "You're doing so well for me, my König. I'll be so very gentle, I promise, my baby boy."

God, you loved seeing him being such a mess for you. Only you had been able to tame the great König. And here he was, his ass presented to you to be plugged up.

You continued to coo at him, and praise him as you covered his hole in lube, earning glorious grunts and moans from him - it was music to your ears..

After prepping him with lube and two of your fingers, you cupped his balls gently with one hand, and turned on the bullet vibrator with the other on to the lowest setting, "Are you ready, my love? We're going to go slow and steady."

He nodded and kept his eyes on you, his eyes glossed over, cheeks flushed in pleasure and ready to ensure that he did so very well for you.

You gently placed the vibrating bullet at his entrance and slowly pushed it, earning the most delicious moans and groans.

This day was going to be long and filled with pleasure.

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[fairlyang]

Helping Miles 🕷️

In which you and Miguel help Miles with his Spanish

w/c: 1.6K

pairing: miguel o’hara x mexican!reader

tags: fluff, Spanish lesson, you're dating Miguel

notes: free spanish lesson 💅🏼💅🏼

I was walking over to Miguel's office to look something up on his screens when I hear some running towards me and I turn around. "Oh hey Miles! You alright?" I ask letting out a chuckle seeing him try to catch his breath.

He puts a finger up and I nod. He calms his breathing down and I nod. "H-Hey Y/n"

"What's up?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"You're Mexican like Miguel right....? He trails on and I nod.

"Yeah... Why?" I ask curious.

"Well I was wondering if you could help me with some Spanish...." he says looking down at his shoes.

"Spanish?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah sure why not. What do you need help with specifically?" I ask walking towards Miguel's office.

"Maybe some pronunciation on big words, ohh the difference between ending a word in o and a." He says and I nod.

"That sounds easy enough. This'll be fun!" I say with a smile and he grins.

"I wanna surprise my mom by not talking in ‘spanglish’ like she says." He explains and I chuckle.

That's understandable." I say and open the door to Miguel's office letting him go inside before me.

"Ah- are you sure I can be in here-“

"It's fine you're with me! If he bitches l'll get it under control." | reassure him and he slowly nods.

I smile and motion for him to sit on the chair by Miguel's desk. I pull another chair and sit next to him.

1 pull up Miguel's laptop and get on a blank page on word. I make it so the font is big so we can both see it well. "Alright to start things off, in Spanish adjectives usually end in o and a. Words that end in 'o' are masculine. Words that end in 'a' are feminine." 1 explain and he nods along.

1 type it in simple terms and write examples below it.

"So if I were to say 'Mayday is pretty'."

"Mayday esta bonita?"

"Exactly! How about 'Miguel is tired'." I ask and look over at him.

"Miguel esta c-cansado?" He responds and I nod.

"Good job! See these are easy and simple. Now something people always mess up by accident is the word embarrassed-"

"Oh my god- listen I did it a couple times- but it's not my fault the word pregnant in Spanish sounds like embarrassed!!" He says and I laugh.

"It's not your fault, they do sound similar. Do you remember what the word for embarrassed is though?" I ask and he closes an eye and thinks.

"No I forgot it again but I know it's not embarazado." He says and I chuckle.

"Indeed it isn't. It is avergonzado. Or avergonzada. Or even the word vergüenza, which is like 'being embarrassed." I say and type it all out.

"And vergüenza wouldn't change to an o right?" He asks and I nod.

"Exactly. Your knowledge is good Miles! What else do you need help with?" I ask and turn to face him.

"What the fuck is vosotros?"

"We ignore that completely, and yes they'll say it's important in school, no you won't ever use it unless you happen to go to Spain." I say jokingly and he laughs.

"Alright well hmm... oh what is cho-"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Miguel's voice makes us both jump a bit but Miles shakes a bit even after.

"I'm teaching him some Spanish!" I say turning around to look at him and stand up while he scoffs.

"Shouldn't he already know-"

"I do! But what they teach in class is a bit different." Miles says and widens his eyes after he realized he interrupted Miguel.

"In my office?" He asks with a hand on his hip looking directly at him.

I stand in front of Miles and he stands up. "I was already planning on coming here but Miles asked if I could teach him and here we are." I explain and he raises an eyebrow.

"Plus this is good practice for our future kids." I tease and his eyes widen with his cheeks getting all red.

Miles snickers behind me and I quickly look at him and give him warning eyes. "So wanna help out?" I ask turning back at him and motion for him to join us.

He sighs and walks over to us. "What are you teaching him?"

"The basics, las palabras femeninas y masculinos." I explain and motion towards his laptop. (The feminine and masculines words)

"Y usaste mi compu-" (and you used my lapt-)

"Yeah? I thought it was easier than your iPad." | say biting my lip and his mouth is agape.

"You were gonna use m-"

"We could do this all night love, c’mon what else can we teach Miles?" I ask.

"How many bad words do you know?" He asks with a slight smirk making me roll my eyes.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "Those are literally the basics cielo." I roll my eyes once again and take a sip of water from Miguel's bottle.

"Uhh I know what coño is and I wanted to ask what chocha is?" (pussy ×2)

I spit out the water and laugh. "Do not tell him, his mom will kill us-"

"Well there's a day in a young man's life-"

I punch his arm and give him a warning glare. He sighs and leans over to Miles whispering in his ear.

"MIGUEL O'HARA NO TE ATREVAS-" (DON'T YOU DARE) He pulls away with a smirk and I shake my head.

"Si me mata te culpo inmediatamente." I threaten and he smiles. (If she kills me l'll blame you immediately)

"Que romántica." He says and kisses my forehead. (How romantic)

"Wait how would you properly pronounce inmedia-inmidia-"

"Say it slowly kid. Think of the syllables and split them up." Miguel says and towers over me to type it out.

He makes it bigger so Miles can see how to pronounce each syllable. "Try that."

"In-me-dia-ta-men-te."

"Good now try it all together, slowly" Miguel says and Miles nods.

"Inmediatamente." Miles says and I clap.

"Yay Miles!" I cheer with a big smile.

Miguel nods at him and tries to hide a smile. "Now say it normally"

"Inmediatamente."

Miguel covers my mouth before I could cheer for him again and I gasp. "Say it in a sentence."

"Uh- me tengo que ir inmediatamente." Miles says and I clap. (I have to leave immediately)

Miguel moves his hands from my mouth and I lean over to hug Miles. "You did so good! I'm so proud of you!"

Miles laugh and cautiously hugs me back. But after a few seconds he does it normally and I grin. I pull away and look at him, "practice makes perfect okay?"

"Pronunciation is a bit hard especially for longer words but if you split them up and do it slowly you'll get the hang of saying bigger words!" I say and give him an encouraging smile.

"Thanks Y/n, thank you Miguel I really appreciate the help! We should do this daily" He says with a big smile and I nod.

"I'm down whenever, I wanna see that Spanish grade improve alright?" I say and raise an eyebrow at him.

He laughs and nods. "How about a few more words?"

"Sure. Mmm oh-" I say and type American in Spanish on my laptop.

"What on earth is that?!?" He asks with wide eyes and I chuckle.

"American."

"It's not just americano??!?!" He asks dumbfounded and I laugh.

"| mean you can say it like that but this way is more proper I guess. Here try doing what Miguel did and separate it out in syllables." I say and move the laptop closing to him.

He nods and looks closely at the letters. Miguel was right behind me and he put his hands around my shoulders. I watch Miles and smile. He's a smart kid.

"Okay I think I got it?"

"Let me see." I say and move the laptop in front of me on the desk.

"You did it perfectly! Now can you say the syllables?"

"Es-ta-do-un-i-den-se"

"That's good kid now say it slowly." Miguel says encouragingly and I smile.

"Estadounidense"

"Good. Now in a sentence"

"Gwen es estadounidense?"

"Good job kid!" Miguel says with a chuckle and pats him on the back. Miles smiles up at him his eyes filled with glee.

I look down at the laptop and type his next word. Miles looks over and waves his hand. "I know this one. Tristemente. Tristemente ya me tengo que ir-but actually I have to go back for dinner!!" He says and runs off out the door.

Then he comes running back in with a wide grin, "thank guys!! I'll be back soon!" And runs off again. I smile and saved the file and label it 'Helping Miles'.

"You did a good job teaching him." Miguel says and sits down next to me.

"You did as well love, thanks for some compassion." I say genuinely and reach over to hold his hand.

"I mean he got really excited to learn. Can't hold that against him." He says with a shrug.

"I'm proud of you. It's a step forward and you'll be able to properly have conversations in Spanish with someone else at HQ besides me!" I say and grin.

"Como ya tengo ganas de enseñarles a nuestros hijos..." he says and my eyes widen. (I kinda now wanna teach our children.....)

"Really?" I say with a happy expression.

"Yeah." He says with a bright smile and I wrap my around him hugging him and kiss his cheek.

"Te adoro, te amo tanto. Vas hacer una mamá increíble." He whispers and I feel tears coming in. (I adore you, I love you so much. You're going to be an incredible mom)

"Serás un papa fantástico, amor. Te amo." | say and kiss his cheek again. (You'll be a fantastic father, love. I love you)

He wraps his arms around me as we stay like that having me wonder and dream of our future little bilingual babies.

[agathalombax]

1# So shipping. Canon or not I feel there's a difference country wise.. like in the U.S and Canada and Mexico... There's a huge problem with less F4F ships. But over here I don't get ANY sort of M4M ships... No matter what I search no matter what Tag no matter what character... It's never or barely any to be found...

For example I put like- "Rocky Rickaby X Male Reader"

Result: 0 results.

"Character X male OC"

Result: 0 results.

But it's all just.. fem y/n or female reader or just Gender neutral..

All y/n's or self inserts are either cis fem or male but fem looking or just straight up a Trans male..

2# I feel like any sort M4M ships getting little to none represention but more 50% F4F over here.. I just read a Reddit post about Rocky X Mordecai and how Tracy and fable (the artists) drew them kissing and the reader user, asking people how they feel?

. . .

It's... All NOs, or I hate it, I disagree with it, it's never gonna work out, just.. lot's of negatives or hate.. someone even straight up Repeating "eh it's cool but i-" or they'll say - "I'm uncomfortable with it" or worse is "he's ace, it wouldn't -" THE EORST ONE SAYS "ew! Here's aroace!" Like.. why does everyone want aroace? There's nothing wrong with it but.. it prevents people like me to ENJOY to see them touch.. kiss... Like they are disgusted by the fact that I think they should be together.. it's..

It hurts, like I look around at people agreeing to the same thing. But me... I disagree and I believe they can workout.. like I stand out to much and if I dare say otherwise... I am horrible for enjoying two men to loving each other.. it's unfair. It's all unfair. I don't care if the world's unfair I just... Want a little joy...

A little love... But I can't because EVERYTHING IS ALL CIS STRAIGHT SHIPS! it makes me feel broken for the men out there who want to read or see themselves with that make character..

Like being gay and liking men is HARD to write but IT'S SO "EASY" FOR PEOPLE TO WRITE 100 MILLION PAGES OF A STRAIGHT SHIP OR A SAPHIC SHIP!!??

LIKE...why? Why does this hurt? Why do I feel like I'm the only one who believes they two men belong together? All just... Confuses me because everyone is saying "there's not enough lesbian ships!" But all I'm getting every time I SEARCH??? . . . No M4M ships... Or not enough. Like their love is forbidden or wrong...

Is it wrong for me to see two men who are in love with each other? It's like I'm shouting into the void begging for some sign... For some sign of love, life, joy..

Why does it hurt? Why does it hurt so much? I don't see any of it ANYWHERE...

I just.. wanted more representation for gay male ships, fanfics, canon, or Headcanons... Why can't they have that... Why must it be so... Hidden? So hard to find? No matter what I do...

It's just not enough...

[trykefag]

Hi.... :] before we get into this I wanna say one (1) thing: I'm pro-Palestine AND (shocker) pro-Israel. I'm hitting a hornets nest tagging this with pro-Palestine when how I view being for Palestine is so drastic to others' views.

Any sort of harassment or antisemitism will be reported and you will be blocked. We don't hate Jews or Israelis here. Also, if you tag this post with "to the river to the sea Palestine will be free" you're ignorant and dunno what the fuck you're saying.

This post is lengthy (imo) and just my personal spew on stuff, it's nothing like...revolutionary lol. I just need to get shit out somehow.

I don't get the anti-Israel crowed like....they know nothing and its so baffling they'll just say shit they don't understand the concept or history of. You can be pro-Israel and hate the Israeli government, you can be pro-Palestine while also realizing that the history is very convoluted and if you did a simple YouTube search about history on Palestine and Israel you'd be more educated. You can be both pro-Israel and pro-Palestine...shocker I know!

I've learned more from YouTube than in history class. I've also learned that antisemitism is very easy to fall into, which is something I knew but didn't understand. Pro-Palestinians I don't doubt actually care, I'd love to think most Pro-Palestinians actually give a fuck about the murders that're happening! The downside is that they're falling and repeating shit the fucking Nazis would say in the name of activism and see NO ISSUE. (Saying "gas the Jews" and holding up Nazi flags is, even in the name of activism, antisemetic.)

I try and not be cynical, but like there's literal dog whistles and antisemetic shit being spoken about and there's signs being put up that says "No Jews" and there's even fucking Tumblr blogs with "Jews DNI" on them. (I've seen them, they're very much real. Most of them have "Zionists DNI" which is usually just a dog whistle to Jews, but I digress.)

Don't get me started on fucking Zionism actually, no one knows what the fuck that is and they claim they do when they don't. It's so brain numbing!

"Go back to where you came from!" that'd be Israel....which you wanna get rid of. That's also what Zionism is btw. Jews are from Israel...please Google things before you open your yapper.

I can only find solace in the Jumblr tag (& similar ones) because they have knowledge about what the fuck is going on and I won't get called a "Zionist Nazi"!

In the face of chaos I will say that studying and my plans to convert one day is the best decision I've ever made; you can't get rid of Jews, no matter how much you want us gone. Reading the Torah, researching about Israel, learning the culture, the food, the language, etc. It's healing and I'm glad to be coming home slowly but surely. Am yisrael chai.

[hms-tardimpala]

A statement on ficbinding (according to me)

I've joined the book/ficbinding tag on tumblr a couple of weeks ago, and in that time I've seen some confusion and concern about what ficbinding is, so I thought I'd post a statement of how I see ficbinding and why I do it. (If you're an author and I redirected you to this post because I want to bind your fic, hiiii) (Fellow ficbinders, if you find this post a useful ressource, don't hesitate to use it yourselves)

What's ficbinding?

Ficbinding (also called fanbinding) means a reader is going to print your fic and make a book out of it. It goes from the simple single booklet stapled together to leatherbound gold-foiled volumes.

Are you gonna make money off of my writing?!

I wouldn't dream of it. Ficbinding is just another fandom practice: you can't monetize your fic writing because you don't own the universe you're writing about, and I can't monetize your fic because it doesn't belong to me. I believe there are professionals who bind fics for a price (on Etsy, maybe?) but I'm ethically opposed to it.

Why do you do it, then?

Love of the craft. I'm a craftsman, I love choosing the best fabrics, fonts and embellishments for a project and making something with my hands.

Love of your fic. I liked it so much I want it in my house! I'm not fond of reading on a screen, it drastically reduces the chances I'll re-read the fic (even if I want to). Printing your fic ensures I'll enjoy it for years to come. It's the best compliment I can pay you.

As a gift to a friend who doesn't have the skills.

And what, it happens whether I want it or not?

As you can imagine, this is kind of a gray area legally. Nothing forces a ficbinder to reach out and tell you they're binding your fic. But this is fandom, and I personally view it as a community and consider that it's only courteous to let authors know I'm doing this. If I post pictures of my binding here, I want to be able to give credit where it's due, and since most authors are very happy to see their work bound, tagging them means they'll get a nice surprise when they open tumblr. I'll always do my best to find a way to contact you (ao3 comment, tumblr if you've put it on your ao3 profile).

I don't like strangers messaging me, is there a way to let people know I agree/don't allow this without talking to someone?

Valid, and there is! The simplest way is to write it in your ao3 bio, it's called a blanket permission or a transformative works statement. For example, mine says that I allow all transformative works (ficbinding is one, like fanart) based on my fics but that I like to be notified so I can gush about it and reblog/link to it, and I put my tumblr there to make it easy to contact me.

You can build a statement with this excellent tool. Answer the questions at the bottom of the page and you'll get a clearly-worded short statement to copy-paste into your bio (you can edit it, of course). The blanket permission is the thing ficbinders look for and as a digitally socially anxious person, let me tell you, it's a life-changer.

(Now, can I bind your fic, pretty please 🥺?)