#since it was one of the options of the poll I made a while back

[thatoneneuvichiliauthor]

Small piece of post-canon Jayvik fluff and hurt/comfort

Jayce sighs against the grass, deeply content, as Viktor kneads the sore muscles of his back. They should probably get going, leave this flower field they’ve been teleported to and go explore the world, but they both have been deprived of affection for so long… They need this first, need to let their love for each other gently bloom anew after this interminable winter.

They’ve exchanged countless kisses already, but somehow, this, the tender press of his partner’s metal hands into his flesh, feels even more intimate. Under his thorough care, a tension that has lingered for months evacuates from Jayce’s body. Wherever Viktor touches, the corruption that has been incessantly plaguing him recedes. He doesn’t know how that’s possible, nor does he care. At the moment, only the relief matters to his pleasantly dazed mind.

However, as those marvelous fingers reach the center of his back, Viktor stills for a second, hesitant.

“Is this alright? Your scar… I wouldn’t want to put too much strain on it.”

“ ‘S okay. Feels good.” Jayce mumbles.

Just like that, the blissful ministrations resume, although his partner lightly caresses the damaged skin more than he massages it. And as a perfect addition, Viktor leans down to put a kiss right in between his shoulder blades

“Very well. Just tell me if there are any spots I should avoid.”

“It’s fine. I’ve had time to heal and… I know you’ll be gentle. You can touch all of me.”

His partner chuckles warmly at his choice of words.

“Careful there, Jayce. I could take you up on that offer.”

Still, for all his teasing, his strokes remain chaste, with no other purpose than to release Jayce of his dull suffering.

“And maybe I’d like you to,” He dreamily replies. “Just… later?”

Because, while he desires Viktor more than he has ever desired anyone else, he also yearns to prolong this soft, gentle moment, to melt into it like snow under the sun. So, for now, he’d rather surrender himself to its healing warmth than expose his bruised body to the raging fires of passion.

Oh, he doesn’t doubt he’ll be able to withstand that blazing heat soon enough, looks forward to it, even, but first, his many injuries need to be soothed and tended to before he can truly flourish again. Most of those wounds aren’t even visible, hidden deep within the maze of his psyche, but Viktor knows how to reach them with his loving touch and comforting voice all the same.

“Of course. Later.”

On that soft murmur, he returns to his task, gentle, devoted. His hands map all of Jayce’s body; His broad back, of course, but also his neck, his knotted shoulders, his waist, his legs… Those receive special care, especially the hurt one.

Viktor runs his fingers all over the damaged calf until not a single trace of corruption remains there. Jayce cannot help but gasp as the persistent throbbing finally ceases. It doesn’t take all of his pain away, of course not – At this point, nothing won’t. But it is such a groundbreaking change that it brings tears to his eyes.

It’s not just about the physical relief, though. The corruption of that awful timeline receding from his flesh… It stands as an ultimate testament to their bond, undeniable evidence that in the end, Viktor chose him and he chose Viktor…

A dam within him breaks. His shrunken heart, which has been inevitably withering without his partner there to delicately nurture it, gets nearly drowned in love. Emotions he believed long dead, or at the very least forever stunted, violently blossom within his chest. An intense sob shakes his tall frame.

“Jayce!” Viktor exclaims, worried. “Did… Did I hurt you?”

Words alone cannot even begin to describe what he is feeling, so Jayce rolls around and pulls his distressed partner into a tight hug.

“No, no you didn’t. I’m sorry, it’s just… I’m so happy, you have no idea… I have you back. I… I really have you back.” He whispers in amazed disbelief.

Tears born of pure happiness and adoration veil Viktor’s honey eyes also. His hands come to rest on Jayce’s relaxed back and hold him close. To his surprise, they are warm against his skin.

Human.

Covered in rough scars, much like Jayce’s leg, but human.

They are making each other human again.

Another sob crawls its way up his throat at this beautiful discovery.

“Oh, Jayce. Of course, you have me back. I won’t be going anywhere without you. You said it yourself, haven’t you? We finish this together.”

Jayce kisses him. Not on the lips, like he has done so many times before, but on the side of his jaw, just so he can see the unfeeling metal give way to soft flesh. He watches in awe as that miracle takes place, then directs his attention higher, toward his partner’s cheek this time.

As he dutifully covers all of his partner’s face and neck in kisses, laughter bubbles up their chest, sweet and carefree. Jayce feels lighter than he has in years, no longer crushed under an unbearable weight.

For a moment, the entire universe stands still, except for the gentle sway of the flowers under the breeze.

For a moment, their hearts beat in perfect tandem.

For a moment, nothing exists but them.

[latenightdaydreams]

The Chair (fem)

Poll story!

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, mentions of cheating, p in v, oral, cucking, dirty talk

3.3k word count

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After three years of marriage, you found out that your husband, Hugo, has been having an affair for the last two years. He completely broke your heart. Trust was something you struggled to build, and he just completely shattered yours. After only three months of therapy, Hugo comes to you with the idea of making things ‘even’ between the two of you; allowing you to cuck him.

Hugo only made you even angrier when he said this to you. You’ve never thought about having sex with another man before. For one, your self-esteem was so low now. You love Hugo, you’ll never see another man in the same way as you see Hugo- so you thought.

It’s Saturday; you’re dressed in a simple white dress that clung to your shape. Hugo was invited to his best friend’s brother’s homecoming and took you with him. He quickly left your side at the party to go mingle with his friends, making you feel rejected. You make your way to the kitchen where it’s quiet, leaning back against the counter and looking out the window.

König sees you by yourself, so he approaches you. The way your dress clings to you catches his eyes immediately. He walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge, grabbing two beers. With one hand stretched out handing you a beer, his mask hides his expression.

“Hallo, I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” His Austrian accent piques your interest.

“Oh, thank you.” You grab the beer. “I’m y/n.”

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m König.”

Your eyes go wide and you smile as you realize this is who everyone is waiting for. “Oh, everyone is outside waiting for you.”

“I know, I’m avoiding the crowd for as long as I can.” He chuckles as his eyes openly trail down your body. “Who are you here with?”

“Hugo—”

“Jakobs friends?”

“Yeah.”

“Who would have thought little Hugo could pull someone like you?”

A smile pulls across your lips as you let out a soft giggle. König stands at 6’10 while Hugo stands at 5’8. He chuckles with you as he steps closer to you. Just then, the sliding back doors open. It’s Hugo with Jakob.

“König!” Jakob excitedly rushes to his brother.

Hugo’s smile slowly fades away as he eyes you and König, seeing how close you two were just standing. You gazed up at him with bright eyes, the same as you used to look at Hugo with. His heart skins to his stomach.

König turns to see Hugo, his eyes dead as he glares at him. König wants his wife. Craved his wife. He’s going to have her.

A few weeks pass. König has added you on all social media. Today, while at the gym, he sent you a gym selfie. He’s shirtless and flexing. His body is riddled with scars, sculpted like a piece of art. König’s blonde hair covers part of his face, your eyes glued to the dark blonde hair that trails from his belly button down.

As you inspect the photo, you close your legs and press them together. Hugo see’s your movement and recognizes it as you being aroused. He smirks.

“What are you reading?” He stands and walks to you, assuming that you’re reading smut. As he gets closer, he sees you quickly close what looked like a man’s photo.

“Nothing.” You stand and walk away to the bedroom.

While there was a feeling nagging at him, he let it go. The sex life between the both of you is basically nonexistent since the affair came to light. He figured it was simply porn. The conversation that comes next, he wasn’t expecting.

You both sat at the dinner table, pushing your food around with your fork as you contemplated your next words. Hugo notices that you’re lost in thought. He clears his throat and sits up.

“Um, are you okay babe?”

“Hm? Yeah.” You place the fork down on your plate. “I want to talk.”

“Okay.” Hugo can feel his heart beginning to sink.

“Do you remember when you offered me the option to have sex with someone else? Cucking?”

Swallowing hard, Hugo nods with a look of dread on his face. Please don’t let it be König.

“I want to take you up on that offer.” You look up, making direct eye contact with him.

Hugo shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Do you know who?” He picks up his glass of water, taking a big gulp.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Who?”

“König.”

Hugo leans back in his chair and rubs his hands over his face as he lets out a deep breath. “König?” He leans forward, arms coming down hard on the table. “What makes you think he would even like you?”

His insecurities begin to show through his words and body language. He holds himself like an injured boy. As if the simple mention of König killed his ego.

“He’s told me.” You look at him with a new found confidence.

“He told you? When?”

“We’ve been talking.”

“How?” Hugo’s eyes widened.

“Social media and texting.”

Hugo stands, combing his fingers through his hair. This can’t be happening. Not with König. “For how long?”

“Since the party.” You watch him pace back and forth.

“Have you seen him?” He stops and looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Only for lunch.” You admit.

“Only for lunch.” He repeats, shaking his head, dropping it to look at the floor.

“He said he’s free Friday night.”

Hugo slowly looks back up at you in disbelief.

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Friday night, you have fresh sheets on your bed, a bottle of wine, three wine glasses, and a chair in front of the bed. You’re dressed in a short silk negligee, the deep blue color complimenting your skin tone perfectly.

Hugo looks at you. He never thought he’d be sharing you with someone. Then he thinks about the pain he causes you over the past two years. The doorbell ringing pulls him out of his thoughts. He walks forward towards the door and opens it to see König without his mask on. His face is covered in scars, but he’s still a handsome man. Hugo always felt inferior to König, being over a foot shorter than him.

“Hallo, Hugo.” König smiles and walks past him into your home.

König’s eyes fall on you, the way your little negligee hugs your body; it’s like you’re a gift for him to open.

“Hallo, Liebling.” He walks to you and hugs your body tightly. “You look magnificent.”

“Thank you.” There is a cheerful giggle in your voice. It sickens Hugo. Your small hand slips into König’s. “Follow me.”

Hugo watched you lead König upstairs towards your shared bedroom. He followed reluctantly. He knows you’re going up with or without him.

You enter the bedroom with König. As you go to open the wine bottle, König gently swoops in and takes the bottle from you.

“I’ve got this.” He opens the bottle for you, his muscles flexing under his tight black shirt as he does so.

König pours wine into each glass, a little extra into the third. He hands you one, then turns to Hugo and hands him the fuller one. A little smirk on his lips as he looks down on Hugo. “Here go, a little extra for you to relax.”

You take a large drink of your wine and place it on the bedside table. König’s eyes travel up your legs to your plump ass, the way it sways as you move. He places his glass down alongside yours. His large hands wrap around your waist and hold you in a firm grasp.

König leans his body down, his lips pressing into yours passionately. You quickly reciprocate, your lips parting slightly to lick his lips, causing König to chuckle, “Eager little one, aren’t you?” He grabs you by your thighs and lifts you in his arms.

“You may want to take a seat now.” König turns to Hugo as he holds you in his arms.

Hugo looks at you in König’s arms as he holds you. You look like Aphrodite in Ares's arms. He saunters to the seat in front of the bed and sits, wine in hand. There is nothing else to do but to watch you with him.

König gently lays you down on the bed, his lips clashing against yours as your tongue twirls around one another’s. Slowly his lips leave yours and trail down your neck, drawing small sighs of pleasure from your mouth. One hand comes up and squeezes your breast gently, his fingers coming around your nipple and lightly pinching. A small moan leaves your lips, followed by a nervous giggle.

He backs up to see you with a warm smile, leaning down to kiss your lips again. Hugo sat, watching the chemistry shared between the two of you, and it makes him feel sick. This is suppose to be a fuck, not…whatever this is.

König stands upright and undresses. He pulls his shirt off to expose the body you’ve only ever seen in photos, in person. Your eyes roam up and down his body. He is stunning. The black shirt he had on is tossed to the edge of the bed. His hands undo his belt buckle. You sit up to help him, your lips pressing against the warm skin of his chest.

A deep sigh leaves König’s lips as he combs his fingers through your hair, your gentle kisses sending a chill throughout his body. Once his pants are undone, he pulls his pants down, kicking them off to the side. His enormous erection is pressing up against the fabric of his boxer briefs, his cock so big his tip sticks out the waistband of his underwear.

Hugo’s eyes travel up and down König’s body. He feels his anxiety spike, taking a big drink of his wine. The way you touch him, it’s as if you’ve been thinking about this for a while. You’re enjoying his body. His eyes follow your hand, go to his cock and grasp it through his underwear. König’s hands on your jaw, holding your face to him as he kisses you passionately.

You grab König’s hands and move them, kissing down his chest again until your lips reach the bit of cock sticking out. Your tongue licks over the tip, scooping up a dab of pre-cum that has come to the surface. König looks down at you as you pull down his boxer briefs, your warm wet mouth slowly wrapping around his cock.

König lets out a loud groan as he gazes down at you. He looks over to Hugo with a smile before wrapping some of your hair around his head and guiding your mouth down the shaft of his cock. You eagerly accept his cock, taking in as much as you can as you suck.

Hugo shifts in his seat uncomfortably. Even if he turns away, it doesn’t help. The sound of his cock fucking your mouth consumes the room. You gaze over at Hugo shifting uncomfortably and it made you feel happy to see. Slowly pulling your head off his cock, eyes gazing up at him.

“Let’s take this off of you.” König whispers as he moves back slightly to pull your negligee off. You lift your hands above your head and to assist him. He steps back more to see your bare breasts and the small blue thong that covers your precious little cunt.

Hugo feels sick watching König look at your body. He looks at you the same way a dog would look at a piece of meat. He’s hungry for you like Hugo has never been.

“Look at this body…you look like a work of art, Liebling.” König grabs your body and pulls you back onto the bed more.

Your head rests on your pillow as König crawls over your body. His lips meet yours as one hand explores. One caresses your cheeks, the other plays with your nipples between his fingers before moving down more to your pussy, his fingers rubbing the thin fabric. He can feel how wet you are for him and it drives him wild.

His fingers hook into the fabric of your thong and pull it down slowly. Your creamy pussy comes into view as he sees the mess you made in your underwear. “Beautiful.” He whispers to himself. Without looking back, he tosses your thong behind him. It lands on Hugo’s lap, causing him to just look at it before looking back up at you.

Hugo watches as König spreads your legs with his knees, getting his body comfortable between your legs. König’s cock rubbing up and down along your folds, relishing the wet heat. The view Hugo has, he watches as he slips his cock into your pussy. Your legs instantly tensing around König’s body. A loud moan leaves your lips as he sees König’s balls press against your ass, burying himself deep inside of your cunt.

König pulls his hips back before slamming them down into you again, watching as you jerk forward and your eyes flutter. Your fingernails are digging into his forearms as you try to hold on to him.

“Please…” You whimper.

“Please?” König teases, licking from your chin to your lips.

“Fuck me…”

König looks to his side and grabs a pillow, tossing it on the side of the bed. Without withdrawing his cock, he lifts your body and turns you. “So, Hugo can get a better view of that beautiful face with I make you cum.”

Hugo has no reaction but to glare at König. In that moment his mind begins to flash back to all the moment’s he has ever spent with König. He never thought he would be in this situation with him.

König lifts one of your legs to be over his shoulder, the other he pushes off the bed. Your foot falling on Hugo’s lap. König pulls out slightly as there are streaks of your creamy arousal up and down his cock.

“Look at that, your wife has a beautiful pussy.” König makes eye contact with Hugo before looking down at you. He grasps your breast as he fucks you.  His hips roll into you desperate to bury himself deeply into you.

Hugo can’t help but to get an erection as he watches König stretch you beyond anything he could imagine. Your face contorted into a pleasurable high, you don’t even look in his direction; as if he wasn’t even there.

“Oh my god König…” You mewl, lifting your head to look at your vagina and watch him fuck you.

“Your pussy is fucking…heavenly.” König growls.

“I love your cock.”

Hugo feels his heart drop and a pang of jealousy flare deep within. Especially when König begins to taunt him. He pulls his cock out, grabbing your effortlessly as if you were a doll. He moves the pillow too, placing you over it, lifting your ass to him.

You are now face to face with Hugo, König begins bullying his cock back into you. He grabs your waist and holds you, watching your ass bounce off of his hips as he bucks forward into you. Intertwining a handful of your hair between his fingers, he pulls your head back and makes you look at Hugo.

“Say it again, Liebling.”

“Please…” You whimper pathetically needing him to fuck you harder.

“Nein, the other thing.”

“I love your cock, König.” You moan out as you look into Hugo’s eyes. You can see the discomfort and pain he feels; you can truly careless. “Please fuck me!”

“Such a good girl!” He slaps your ass, continuing to hold your head up as he fucks you harder.

Your mouth drops open as you forget words and just babble sounds of pleasure. Hugo watches as your eyes flutter back. Reaction’s he’s never gotten out of you before. “König please!”

“Look at your husband and beg.” He growls pulling your hair harder.

“Please make me cum! Please!”

“More. Beg for another man’s cock!”

“Please! I want to cum on your cock!”

You look Hugo right in the eyes as you tremble on König’s cock. “Fuck…”

König pulls his cock out quickly and drops to his stomach between your legs. His tongue presses flat against your folds and licks up, tasting your cunt finally. His tongue lapping at your clit, causing your legs to twitch with every pass.

“I don’t know how you don’t eat this pussy every day.” König makes the comment to Hugo. “Maybe I should come over and do it for you.”

You moan and run your fingers through his hair, looking down at his pink tongue parting your folds to drink you in. If you could have König over everyday for this, you really would.

“Too bad you ship out again soon.” Hugo says in a snarky tone, reminding you both of the temporary bliss.

“Watch it, I can bring a spouse to base with me.” König makes eye contact with you as his wet lips kiss your pussy’s fat mound, biting it gently. You caress his face; he moves up to kiss your lips. Your tongue pushes out to taste yourself along his hips. König lets out a small moan; trailing his hands up and down your body, grabbing your waist and kissing you lustfully.

For a moment, you both forgot Hugo was even there. König pulls away from the kiss, letting his hand trail down your body before grabbing you and sitting you on his lap. Your back is on his chest as he drapes your legs over his muscular long legs. He scoots the edge of the bed, uncomfortably close for Hugo’s liking.

Hugo adjusts himself in his pants as he watches König grab his cock and slowly thrust up, showing it into you. He watches as your lips spread and wrap tightly around him. König wraps his arms under each of your knees and pins his hands back behind your head, holding you in the Full Nelson position.

You’re folded in half as König uses you as a flesh light. Ramming his cock rapidly into your messy wet cunt. König’s muscular legs flex with every thrust.

“Whose cock is better?” König’s voice is a low growl as he speaks.

Eye’s locked with Hugos, “Your cock König.”

Hugo looks away, still forced to hear you repeat over and over that you love König’s cock better. König’s humongous 10-inch cock over Hugo’s average 5.5-inch cock. Of course you liked his better. The way you look like you’re in a different world with every thrust, he already knew.

König can’t hold back any longer. Your little cunt is the first he’s had in four years and he’s done his best to not cum too fast. The sounds of your beautiful moans, the feel of your lovely pussy…he can’t.

“Beg for my cum, Liebling.”

“Please cum in my tight pussy.”

Hugo sits at the edge of his seat, about to speak up. You both agreed to not let him cum in you. He’s not supposed to risk getting you pregnant. It’s bad enough he’s fucking you completely raw, which you said you wouldn’t let happen.

“Fuck, I’m cumming.” König pants.

“Yes!”

Hugo watches König’s heavy balls tighten as they drain deep inside of his wife’s pussy. His cock throbs as soft moans leave his lips.

König lifts you up, letting his cock pop out of your pussy. His white cum drips out of your stretched hold. Hugo just sits and watches it drip out.

“Want to taste it?” You rub your clit teasing Hugo.

He just looks into your eyes with a serious look, a look of pain. “No.” His voice cracks slightly.

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The next morning, you wake up with a pep in your step. Your skin is glowing and a wide smile is spread across your lips. As you pour yourself a cup of coffee Hugo sits at the kitchen table, watching you. He feels sick, but at least the ‘payback’ is over, he thinks.

You sit and sip your coffee, looking at your phone. König snaps you a photo of his hard cock with the text saying, “I dreamt of you all night.”

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

“When does Hugo leave for work?”

“Come over in an hour.”

[avaredava]

You made a poll a while ago and one of the options was a smut for obanai that had smth to do with snakes being used as handcuffs and I was lowk sad that didn’t win 😔 could you still write that? I love the idea

KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK TWIN 🩷🩷

Yuh sure my dear kitten, i shall oblige to your demands....

Master list's

Sum: Obanai is a secret freak (well not so secret anymore)

Warnings: Fem!reader, barely any plot STRAIGHT to the smut, praise, Bondage (with obanai's snake Kaburamaru, NO BESTIALITY JUST USING THE SNAKE AS HAND CUFFS), fem!reader, making out mid sex, riding then doggy, clit stim, reader overthinks a little, a little anal

WC: 1.3k

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧

Obanai and you have dated for a few years now, and he's never came across as kinky. You're usually the one to initiate kinky and sexual stuff.

You've noticed mid sex, he would hold your hand tight, not letting go, almost pinning it down to the bed sheets. Or holding your hands crisscross above your head, nothing too kinky.

Right now he was doing your hair from the back, since you two were going to a dinner party, you wanted braids. And he's good at it, especially from thoroughly observing Tanjiro do Nezuko's hair into cute little braids and ponytails.

It was cute, he pays attention to little stuff for you.

Another thing he paid attention to is your certain faces during sex. What you like and what you don't. Instantly stopping when you hate something. But remembering something you like and putting it deep in his brain, a special section for you.

One of things he knows you like is being dominated.

To be wrecked, inside and out.

To have hickies up and down your body, just almost at your pussy, then a long suck at your clit. So the visible ones show everyone knows he owns you. And the not so visible to show you how he owns your body and mind.

To not be able to think about anything, just his cock moving in and out of your soaked velvet walls. Hitting your g-spot then gently gliding to your cervix with each thrust and higher than lower pace.

Making you feel every inch, every vein, every part of his girth in your tight walls. Making you know your his. That you belong to nobody but him.

He knows you like it.

But he likes it no loves it more then you ever will.

When he zoned out you tapped his cheek bringing him back to reality. When he snapped out of his spaced out faze he looked at you, his eyes squinting, the skin around his eyes creasing so you know he was smiling behind the cloth bandages. "What's wrong?" He let out a small "Nothing." And continued.

"No what is it baby? What's wrong?" You ask when he finishes the beautiful braid in the back, letting it drape forward on his collarbone. You knew it wasn't nothing so you re-asked the question after a while of sitting in silence. He let out a breath, exhaling in defeat.

"I have a problem." He says short and quick like he's dying to get this over with. You turn back to a flushed with red cheeked Obanai. You raise an eyebrow then your gaze shifts down to the very prominent bulge in his trousers.

You fake pout and then say, "Poor boy, might have to put Kaburamaru away so I can play with a different snake." You said in a playful tone that had his cock practically begging to jump out of his pants because of how bad it wanted you.

Instead of instantly agreeing for immediate relief, he shakes his head. Your eyebrows furrow in embarrassment and something else. Maybe a little sadness. Were you unattractive? Were you not the one that turned him on?

Your nasty thoughts that he knew you were thinking, which he hates with a vast resentment. You're the most perfect girl, he'd prove it to you. With his words or with his cock. One way or another, he'll make you feel like the most perfect girl in the world.

Because you are.

Now he has you bouncing up and down his cock at a rapid pace, your balance surprisingly good for Kaburamaru wrapped around your hands in a makeshift hand cuffs. Your thighs are burning with the speedy movements of going up and down.

But you're in the perfect position for the head of his length to hit your g-spot with every movement and grind. It felt unbelievably good. Your legs were stinging with pain at this point so you slowed down a bit but you were still going abnormally fast.

You came with a quick yelp and sticky slick ringing around the bottom of his length. You dropped down with a clap of both of your thighs ramming his with a harsh collision.

You cock warm him for a minute squirming as his cock is practically ravaging your sweet spot. You let out small little moans and quick breaths as you try to come down from your high.

You can't push yourself off since your hands are being held back. You are practically stuck on his cock. You feel so remarkably full with his shaft, it's almost crazy.

I guess they aren't wrong about the inches going somewhere else but his height. You've made fun of his height before, but you quickly forgot with one round turning into 5, then 6. To the point he was making fun of you instead.

He pulled you off his cock rubbing your hip with a smile. His scars on the sides of his cheeks shown after his bandages were taken off with your teeth before you guys started.

You always thought he was handsome, scars or not. He was the prettiest boy you have ever seen. Even if he didn't believe it you would kiss him better. And yes, it did help his ego. Knowing he was loved and yes it does make him feel a little handsome.

Or at least worth something.

After seeing you are still orgasmic somehow. He held you tight holding you as he sucked your nipples till they were almost a bright red. Your legs are a little shaky and your hands are trying to break free from the makeshift handcuffs.

"Ah- ah- ah." He shook his finger, telling you no, also flexing he has the control here since he can use his hands. You quickly relaxed as his cold hands gripped your flaming skin on your pleasured body. It was cold but a nice sensation.

His hands gripped your hips and turned you around keeping you on your knees but your tits on the soft silk sheets he expertly spent his time and money on making sure they stay clean after your juices get all over the sheets. (like he doesn't get messy sometimes.)

But it was thoughtful in his own way.

Your ass was perked up, his cock full standing waiting to be hidden in your warm angelic walls that he oh so loves. He rubbed his cock up and down Your ass, his cock slightly sliding in your asshole.

He has you face down ass up, his favourite position doggy.

Then randomly he slammed in. Knocking the air out of your lungs from the sheer power from his thrust. You yelped out as his cock slammed harder than you ever felt him do before. After rounds and rounds of orgasms and just straight crying your fingers wiggled as the snake almost cut off your circulation. He slid the snake off your wrists kissing the small bruises the snakes squeezing left.

He put Kaburamaru in a small cage he never puts him in. The cage is only for when you two need some alone time for cuddling and such. And sex, but this was the only exception. He took off the blindfold and little earmuffs he put of Kaburamaru before you guys started.

You giggled all sweaty as he jumped on top of you squishing you in the mattress. It was so sweet. His thousands of kisses all over your face and the little grips on your body like you're gonna randomly disappear from his grip.

"I love you snake boy."

He hates when you call him that.

But he kinda likes it in his own way.

"I love you too beautiful."

And that will always be your nickname. No matter what you are his beautiful girl.

And that's a guarantee.

[twistedteatime]

Super Soldier Theater: Jaws

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Stucky x Reader. It's not specific. No pronouns assigned to Reader past "you".

Summary: Bucky Barnes missed out on a lot while being controlled by HYDRA. Steve Rogers missed out on even more being frozen in ice. Since Sam has made it his mission to update them on music, you decide that it's your job to update them on what they've missed out on in cinema.

Chapter Summary: The education of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers on movies they missed out on continues. This time they bring it on themselves and learn no one is exempt and why a bigger boat is needed. They also learn about MythBusters.

Word Count: 8K

Warnings: Mild Language (Steve will deal), All the standard warnings that come with a movie about a giant shark eating people, Bucky and Steve being very upset about what people the shark does and does not eat, shark facts, shark myths, discussion of the USS Indianapolis, possibly traumatizing two PTSD suffering WWII vets more than they already are, other stuff I probably forgot.

A/N: It took me forever to find that gif. Poll for the next movie is at the end. If you notice typos along the line of he instead of the or is instead of his, like a word out of place. It's my keyboard. I do not support my work being put into AI in any fashion.

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You debated for a few days over what movie to show Steve and Bucky next. The options were endless but ultimately they made the decision for you. Well, Steve did.

“Where does ‘We’re gonna need a bigger boat’ come from?” he asked as he walked into the living room with Bucky, the ex-assassin in his new black “Jurassic Park” T-shirt.

You looked at Steve. Then you realized he was serious. Well, that settled that. If he was gonna ask, you were gonna show.

“Are you afraid of water?” you asked and both he and Bucky looked at each other then looked at you.

“No.” They both answered.

“The ocean?”

“Well, I’m not…really fond of crashing into it.��� Steve said and you nodded, “Why?”

“Go get the snacks. We’re watching Jaws tonight.” You answered and Bucky thought for a moment.

“Isn’t that the man-eating shark movie Spielberg directed?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yep.”

Several minutes later you were back in your accustomed spot between Bucky and Steve with Alpine sitting on the back of the couch behind you. The lights were shut off, your feet were propped up as usual, and you took a breath in before addressing them both. You knew you’d need to.

“Okay. This movie was made in 1975. It is based off of a novel from 1974. I haven’t read the book in its entirety, but I do know other things about the movie that will answer your questions. There are sequels to this movie but…we are not talking about those. Same rules as before. You can talk and ask questions, but if I tell you to watch, just watch. This is a different movie than Jurassic Park. Sharks are real animals and the author of the book actually felt regret for writing the book later in his life due to the aftermath that he felt that his book and this movie caused. It is a classic and the source of more than one movie reference you should know. Some of it may be upsetting to you both. Okay?”

They both nodded, confused and a bit concerned but watched the screen when you hit play. You kept the remote in your hand. You knew too well you’d need it…and you did.

It wasn’t when Bucky spoke, “You’re not drunk. Sure you’re not drunk.”

It was after that when the girl took her shirt off and Steve spoke.

“Is she naked?” he asked and you nodded.

“It’s the seventies and they’re going skinny dipping.” You answered and Bucky looked at you.

“In shark infested water?”

“They don’t know it’s shark infested just yet.” You answered and hit play again, both snickering when the guy fell face first down the sand dune and struggled to undress himself.

Bucky shook his head , “If you can’t walk or undress yourself how’d you expect to swim or do anything else?”

“Bucky!” Steve scolded and Bucky just looked at him, eyebrow raised as he put a piece of caramel popcorn into his mouth, “They wouldn’t show that.”

“Not in your day.” You replied and they both looked at you as you hit play again.

They both watched as the underwater shots zeroed in on the girl before jumping and staring wide eyed as the attack began. Mouths dropped open and then they gestured at the screen as it showed the guy passed out on the beach. You paused.

“Get it out of your systems.” You said.

“How’d you sleep through that?!” Steve asked looking at you.

“Lots of alcohol. It’s not over yet. You good?” You asked them both and they nodded so you hit play.

Bucky just watched in horror, “How’s she still alive?”

Steve spoke when she was dragged under the water, “Well she’s not now.”

They watched as the scene shifted to the police chief Brody and his family. They were quiet. At last until Brody’s son asked to go swimming.

“NO!” both said at the same time as Brody talked about the body washing up.

“Wait…they found her already?” Bucky asked and you rewound a few seconds and Steve nodded then angrily gestured at the screen causing Bucky to nod, “Oh…she’s just missing.”

“There he goes swimming.” He said and Bucky shook his head when Brody scoffed about staying safe in the town.

“Doesn’t matter what a town is like. Anywhere can be dangerous.” He said and Steve shook his head when they saw who it was that called the girl in as missing.

“He’s a great witness.”

You didn’t have time to respond as the deputy quickly found the body. What was left of it. Crawling with crabs.

They both just looked at the screen in horror. Horror that continued when the deputy returned to tell Brody about the boy scout merit badge swim. You knew exactly what was going to happen.

“No! No no no no no!” They both said shaking their heads.

You didn’t have the heart to tell them and knew they were going to have a new John Hammond figure very soon when the mayor made an appearance. They knew it, too, when he showed up with his cronies on the ferry and started on about shutting down the beaches.

“Rushing into something serious? A girl was eaten by a shark at your beach!” Steve said and Bucky groaned as he shook his head.

“Typical asshole.” He said and you nodded.

“You’re not wrong.” You answered while Steve scowled, “I’m surprised you’re not yelling at him.”

“He’s right.” Steve said while scowling, “Does the mayor get eaten?”

“You know I’m not telling you who or who doesn’t get eaten, Steve.”  You answered and he sighed before letting you hit play.

When the next scene zeroed in on the boy you prepared yourself. The tension was clear on their faces when the one swimmer surfaced from under the woman floating. They jumped when the couple playing in the water resulted in the girl screaming. Both were wound up tight and silent. Especially when they showed the boy on the raft again.

“They’re not…” Steve started and you remained quiet.

Then the dog disappeared.

“It’s there. It ate the dog!” Bucky whispered, eyes glued to the screen and jumped a bit when Alpine meowed, “I know you don’t care.”

“Oh no…it’s the music. NO!!” Steve started and Bucky joined him when the attack happened.

“NO!!! NOT THE KID! NOO!”

“NO! NO! IT ATE THE KID!!”

Alpine went into Bucky’s lap while you worked on calming Steve down and then Bucky. You had your work cut out for you. So did Alpine.

“It’s okay. It’s a movie. It’s a movie.” You soothed and they took a moment before nodding and zeroing in on the two beings they blamed it all on.

“That shark has to go.” Bucky scowled and Steve nodded.

“The mayor too.” He said and they both scowled at the reward offered, “It ate two people and you’re offering a 3000-dollar reward for something that ate a child?”

You pulled your phone out to calculate the difference, “That’s under 20 grand in today’s money.”

“It ate a kid! You should do it for free!” Steve said and you instantly had to pause again.

“It’s not the town offering the reward. It’s the kid’s mom.” You explained and they both calmed and nodded.

“Oh.”

They weren’t calm for long and you hit pause almost immediately after hitting play again when the motel owner started denying it was a shark.

“WHAT ELSE DOES THAT?!” Bucky asked and you just hit play again deciding to let them ride out their emotions about the town, its business owners, the mayor, and everyone else.

“A small story?!”

“You’re gonna bury it with the ads on the back?!”

“You hope they don’t close the beaches?!”

“All you people care about is money!”

“At least she doesn’t think the joke’s funny. Okay maybe she doesn’t need to get eaten.” Bucky said with a scowl while Alpine just looked up at you from your lap.

“I know, Al. Just…let them go.” You said quietly to her while they both continued grumbling and arguing with the new focus of their intense ire.

“Are you going to close the beaches?”

“Yes. We are.”

“Good!” Both Steve and Bucky said and groaned as the room began complaining.

You soothed Alpine and lowered the volume down lower when you saw the shark hunter Quint’s hand raise up to the chalkboard. They flinched and grimaced anyway being well aware of what the sound was.

They listened to Quint’s speech and then just scowled at the mayor. Yeah, they absolutely detested the mayor. You could see the gears turning in their heads.

“Who’s he work for?” Bucky asked, eyes narrowed and Steve looked at you for an answer…then Bucky did.

You knew damn well you’d have to give them one, “Okay…this isn’t in the movie. The book is different from the movie as is usually the case. In the book the mayor is in hock up to his ears to the mafia. They’re the ones pressuring him to keep the beaches open so they don’t lose money. In this he’s just a sleazy businessman.”

“He’d make good chum bait.” Bucky said and Steve shook his head in response, “He would.”

You hit play again and quickly both agreed with Brody yelling at his kids to get out of the boat.

“You have horrible maternal instincts, ma’am.” Steve said in response to Brody’s wife disagreeing with getting the kids away from the water and you paused the movie, “My mother would have moved us to a desert.”

Bucky had to think for a moment before responding, “If you’d have had more money back then I think she’d have tried anyway.”

“Well…yeah.” Steve nodded and thought wistfully for a moment before thinking, “I’m surprised she let me learn how to swim at all.”

“Well…technically she didn’t. I just taught you anyway.” Bucky said and Steve looked at him, “Yeah…I didn’t exactly tell her where we were going.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t get eaten by anything.” He replied and you just shook your head.

“Can we continue?” you asked and they both looked at you, the screen, and then nodded causing them to laugh when Brody’s wife changed her mind at seeing a picture in the book.

The laughter was soon replaced with shaking their head as the two fishermen chucked in one’s wife’s holiday roast.

“Someone is in a lot of trouble.” Bucky said and you and Steve both nodded, but for separate reasons they soon learned after grimacing at the photos of shark attack bites.

“I think I understand why the bigger boat thing is a thing.” Steve said after the shark ripped the dock off, “Swim, Charlie, swim!”

He and Bucky both relaxed after Charlie made it safely back onto the dock. Yet Bucky sat there thinking about it for a moment.

“His wife is probably going to try feeding him to the shark once she finds out what he did with her roast.”

You just chuckled and shook your head. Their next question came when Hooper arrived in the form of: “Is he gonna get eaten?” from Steve.

Bucky just nodded in agreement with Steve, “Yeah, everyone they focus on so far gets attacked or eaten ‘cept Brody and Mayor Chum Bucket.”

“BUCKY!” Steve scolded and Bucky just blinked at him.

“What?” asked and you just shushed them both.

“Just watch. They’ll explain who he is.” You said and they watched the chaos on the docks, including Hooper telling the fishermen that they were going to overload a boat before they acted like assholes to him when he asked a simple question.

Then you paused the movie due to laughing with Bucky as Steve spoke at the same time Hooper did saying almost the same exact thing.

“Well they’re all gonna get eaten.” Steve said then laughed with the two of you, Bucky pointing at the screen.

“I like him.” Bucky said and laughed again when Hooper walked into where Brody was and doubled down on how none of the men in the one boat were getting out of the harbor alive before introducing himself, “OH! He’s the shark guy they called.”

“He’s gonna get eaten.” Steve said and you just looked at him only for him to point at the screen, “Unpause it. Please.”

You just shook your head at him and hit play once more. They watched the ensuing chaos on the water with the multiple fishermen. Several comments were made about safety, stupidity, and then the use of explosives.

“Are they serious?” Bucky asked and you looked at him, “They’re chumming, one doesn’t know what that is, and the other is throwing explosives into the water. They’re just setting up a buffet. That shark pulled the dock off. It’s probably big enough to eat one of those boats whole.”

“You have no idea…” you thought to yourself and just smiled and gestured at the screen for him to keep watching as Hooper examined the remains of the first victim.

“Well he’s not happy.” Steve said as Hooper examined the remains and started scolding people about calling it a boating accident, “He’s definitely getting eaten.”

“He has sense. Of course he is.” Bucky agreed and looked at the screen in disbelief when it showed a shark that the fishermen had caught, “That’s way too small.”

“The crazy guy knows it.” Steve said and you nodded then waited for them to scowl at the mayor again, “The mafia angle would make a lot of sense but so does him just being…him..”

You nodded and waited then watched as they scowled as Brody was the one that got blamed for the boy getting eaten.

“It wasn’t him! It was your corrupted mayor and council!” Steve scowled.

“She’s grieving, Steve, and he didn’t fight it either.” Bucky countered and Steve looked at him with a scowl.

“Don’t you two start arguing.” You said and they nodded before returning to watching Hooper explain how he got into studying sharks.

“I don’t think I’d start studying them if they ate my boat out from under me.” Steve said and Bucky thought for a moment.

“I mean…I might. Just to learn how to not have that happen again.” He said and you thought about it yourself.

“I’d never set foot near the ocean again.” You said and once again hit play.

They weren’t surprised when the shark turned out to not be the right shark. They were already aware of that. They were however surprised by the license plate. Both nodded when Hooper explained why, yet they were both shaking their head at his dismissal of the mayor as being a small problem.

“Look, you’re not wrong about the shark being a problem.” Steve said and Bucky shook his head.

“No, but the mayor is a major problem because he’s the one standin’ in the way.” He said and you nodded then nodded again, “I also think you’re underestimatin’ the size of that shark’s mouth as for night feeding…did you skip the part about the daytime attack?”

It then took Steve two seconds to guess that Brody was drunk when he started rambling about the crime rate in New York. That launched him and Bucky both into a discussion on how much things had, or hadn’t, changed since their day. That then launched them into a short tennis match over how Steve getting beaten up in alleys back then was different before you put a stop to it devolving any further.

“Sorry.” Both apologized so you could hit play again, learning more about Hooper and Brody, “Why’s the chief hate water s’much?”

You paused, “I can’t remember if they explain it in the movie or the book. He almost drowned as a kid so developed a phobia of water.”

“Oh.” They both nodded and you hit play again, watching as the boat’s fish finder picked up something else being out in the water.

When it turned out to lead to an abandoned boat both of their eyes widened. It was easy to tell that they were torn between moving forward and leaning back to prepare themselves. They didn’t stay quiet, though.

“Sure I know him. He’s a fisherman.” Brody said on the screen while he and Hooper drew up on the banged up and attacked boat.

“Knew him. You knew him.” Steve said and Bucky nodded.

“Yeah and he was a fisherman. He’s fish food now.” He said and you held back the snicker that threatened to erupt from you and it got better.

“Look Martin, I’ve gotta go down there and check their hull.” Hooper said and both Steve and Bucky shook their heads.

“No.”

“Wait a minute. Why don’t we just tow it all in?” Brody asked and they both nodded.

“Listen to him, Hooper.” Steve said and Bucky nodded.

“Yeah, don’t get eaten.”

“We will. I just got to check something out.” Hooper insisted and they both sighed, shaking their heads, “Hit the lights for me.”

“He’s getting eaten.” Bucky sighed and Steve nodded.

“Yeah and Brody’s gonna be left out there alone on the boat…”

You said nothing. You just let them watch and tell Hooper he’s an idiot a few times. Alpine was curled up in your lap watching the screen with them while you stole bits of their snacks waiting.

“Don’t worry Martin. Nothing’s gonna happen.”

“You said the shark’s a night feeder. It’s night.” Steve pointed out and Bucky nodded.

“Yeah and you’re gonna get eaten so something is definitely gonna happen.”

“Don’t touch any of the equipment. I’ll be back in two minutes.”

“He’s gonna touch it.” Steve said and once again Bucky nodded.

“Yeah, and Hooper’s gonna come back in two small pieces.” He said and they watched as Hooper swam into the water, both shaking their heads.

You remained silent as he investigated the boat and dislodged the huge tooth. You watched their reactions more than the movie. So when the head of the fisherman came through the giant hole you watched them both jump in their seats enough that you bounced in your own when they both came down, disturbing Alpine enough she meowed at them.

“Sorry.” They said and shook their heads.

“Of course he dropped the tooth!” Bucky said and Steve nodded.

“And the light.” He said, “Get out of the water.”

The scene changed to daytime.

“Oh look it’s Mayor Chum Bait with his anchor suit again…” Bucky said as Hooper and Brody tried to tell him about the danger of the shark but then both Bucky and Steve looked at you when they listed off a different incident that happened in 1916.

“Wait…” Steve said, thinking, “I think I heard my mom talkin’ about that once.”

You nodded, “Yeah. The Matawan shark attacks took place in July of 1916 and was likely the inspiration for the novel itself. Five people were attacked, four fatally. There are debates about what kind of shark it was, though. At the time they said a white shark but the attacks also took place in a creek. Fresh water. Not many sharks are able to swim in both fresh and salt. White sharks are rare around Jersey and don’t swim into brackish or fresh water like bull sharks or tiger sharks do and there’s been even more debate around if it was just one single shark as well. Bite ratios from more modern studies say up to three sharks could have been responsible.”

“How do you know this?” Bucky asked and you looked at him, blinking.

“Because I watch Shark Week on Discovery. Can I unpause now?”

“Yeah.” Steve nodded and once you did they were both soon groaning when the mayor refused to believe them and refused to close the beaches, both yelling at the mayor with Brody and Hooper, “You depend on the summer months for money! You’re gonna have no summer tourists left!”

“People aren’t gonna want to come back to a place that has a man-eating shark and a tacky damn mayor that doesn’t care if they get eaten!”

“Who’d bring their kid to a beach where the mayor practically sprays them down with tuna oil?!”

“Tuna oil?”

“I dunno the shark might like it more than barbecue sauce!”

“All he cares about is the summer and the sign!”

“Hooper is the only one with sense!”

“He’s laughing now.”

“He’s frustrated and just done.”

“That’s it! I vote the mayor gets tied up to the damn pier!” Bucky said and you just shook your head as Alpine looked up at you.

“Just let them go.” You said to her and she just nudged your hand to be petted as the tourists arrived, being labeled a “buffet on legs” by Steve with Bucky adding it was “all you can eat courtesy of Mayor Dumb Ass”.

When the mayor urged someone to go into the water they just jaw-dropped and then glared at the screen. The gears turning in their heads were spinning fast enough you could practically see the smoke coming out of their ears. You debated pausing it to let them process everything.

Once the mayor came back on announcing that they had already caught a large predator and was otherwise trying to cover everything up you debated it again, but waited once the shark fin was spotted. Then you paused it.

They both just glared at the screen then looked at you.

“Movie. Breathe. Calm. Deep breaths.” You knew what was coming and didn’t need either one wanting to tackle the tv, “Calm…it’s a movie…”

“That mayor…needs his face shoved into the sand…” Bucky said slowly, “And his ass kicked so hard…it becomes his head.”

“And then he can be shark bait.” Steve added and you licked your lips before speaking.

“Boys…I’m not pressing play until you both calm down. We all know the mayor is a major jackass.” You said and Alpine meowed.

“Mao.”

They both nodded and calmed down. Once you were satisfied you hit play again watching them glare at the ensuing terror-filled chaos. They both scolded the two boys for playing the prank, seeing them relax a bit, but you knew better. You knew the pause was needed for what came next. Especially when the shark was spotted going into the pond where Brody’s son was boating. It didn’t go over their heads just how large the shark was either.

“That thing is huge.” Steve said and Bucky nodded then both started shaking their heads.

“No one’s off limits in this movie. Get your kid outta the water, Brody!”

“Why isn’t he more worried?” Steve asked while gesturing at the screen.

“I don’t think he believes the screaming after the two prank boys.” Bucky said and he nodded.

“Probly.”

“We never would have done that.”

“No. We wouldn’t have.”

You agreed, but not because you believed them to be angels as children. You just knew that Steve wouldn’t have been able to. Had he been…you’d have audibly disagreed with them. Instead you just nodded.

You nodded and you said nothing and just held the remote at the ready. Alpine shifted around on your lap; aware you were getting ready just in case she needed to move. They were on the edge of their seats again when the shark was spotted making a beeline for the boat and the guy on the rowboat.

They were shaking their heads as Brody ran. Both jumped when the rowboat was capsized, eyes wide and then wider when the shark made its first appearance. Mouths slowly opened while they watched the man get dragged under. Then they leaned back when the next shot of the shark showed it taking another bite. Heads were shaking when the severed leg dropped to the bottom.

“Get out of the water.” Steve said quietly, both watched as Brody’s son was taken out of the water and was left in shock, “Oh that poor kid…”

“He’s alive. That’s what matters. He wasn’t eaten.” Bucky said and they watched him in the hospital scene asking for cars and coffee, “Knows his priorities.”

“I agree with mom. Go home to New York.” Steve said and they both glared full fury and rage at the mayor when he was apologizing to Brody, “Only thing he needs to sign is a resignation letter.”

“Or a note saying he wants to apologize by volunteering to be bait.” Bucky said while the mayor mumbled and tried to get himself out of trouble.

Neither cared about how the mayor felt at that point. Even when he mentioned his kids. Especially then and you found you had to pause or they’d miss the next part.

“Who the hell would reproduce with you?!” Bucky asked while holding both hands out to the screen and you laughed.

“Give me a break. ‘My kids were on that beach, too’. Maybe if you cared about your kids you shouldn’t have offered them up on an all you can eat buffet for ocean predators.” Steve glared at the screen and they looked at you to unpause it, “We’re okay.”

“Yeah.” Bucky nodded.

“Good.” You said and hit the play button letting them watch as Quint was hired and started listing off everything he wanted.

You watched them all jostle and maneuver each other’s egos. Steve and Bucky were obviously not very sure what to make of Quint. Other than that they thought he was rude, crude, and had definitely been in the military in some capacity.

“Navy.” Bucky said and Steve nodded.

“Definitely.” He said, eyes glued to the screen while watching Brody chum the water and Quint go on about how much shark fishing had changed, “Do we sound like that?”

You paused and thought for a moment, “Sometimes you go on about how things were. You both do…”

You glanced at Bucky as he opened his mouth causing him to shut it and smile at you.

Then you continued, “But you don’t really do it to the same degree as he does. Mostly I think he’s just trying to annoy the piss out of them both.”

They both nodded and continued watching the movie and as you predicted Bucky made a comment when Hooper freaked out about the compressed air tanks. You weren’t even surprised. You just knew him too well.

“No they won’t. They’re scuba tanks not aerosol.” He said and you looked at him, “They wouldn’t explode.”

“It’s a movie, Buck.” You reminded him and he sighed and nodded.

“Fine.” He said and gestured that you could unpause the movie once again.

They both looked at the reel when it began clicking. Brody was busy trying to tie his knot while Quint prepared himself. You could see they were both mentally debating if strapping himself to the pole was a good idea or not.

“Y’know…” Steve started and Bucky nodded, “I recognize that’s how you’re supposed to do it…but…”

“Yeah. He’s shark food.” Bucky said and tossed a bite of his Cracker Jacks into his mouth, “That shark’s huge. I don’t think you’re gonna be able to use a rod and reel to get it.”

You just shrugged and stole some of Steve’s popcorn.

“Y’know Chief, he’s either very smart or he’s very dumb…” Quint said on the screen while considering what the shark was doing.

“Sounds like he’s describin’ Steve.” Bucky said and snickered when Steve threw a piece of popcorn at him causing you to look at him sharply.

“What’d I say about throwin’ food?” you asked and he sighed.

“Sorry.” Steve said and you looked at Bucky.

“Behave.” You said and he nodded while watching the movie as they argued about it and Hooper said it wasn’t the shark before they both jumped as the line came free.

“I agree with Quint. It was the shark. They really need to stop competin’ with each other.” Bucky said and Steve nodded.

“Yeah, but if he’d stop pickin’ on Hooper for being educated he’d stop tryin’ to prove himself to him all the time.” He said and Bucky nodded.

“Yeah…” he said and they both nodded when Quint explained how he fished for sharks, tricking them up and jabbing at them.

They continued watching as Brody chummed the water before jumping when the shark made another appearance. Then Brody said the line that started all of this.

“You’re gonna need a bigger boat…”

“I agree completely.” Steve said and so did Bucky.

“Yeah. Preferably one with torpedoes.” He said then thought for a moment with a face on that you knew very well.

“No. You cannot have Bruce as a pet.”

“Bruce? You named it. It’s a pet now.” He said and you laughed but shook your head.

“No! I didn’t name it Bruce. The movie crew did when they were making it! You can’t have a great white shark for a pet. They don’t really do captivity. It stresses them out too much and you’d have to feed them a lot.”

“Hm…true.” He said while thinking.

“Just watch the movie.” You said and hit play again.

They both watched as Quint and Hooper sized it, arguing again about the size.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s 20 or 25 it’s still going to eat you!” Steve said and Bucky nodded, watching them react, laughing a bit as Quint got rid of Brody’s wife on the radio after assembling his spear gun.

“Why are they putting Brody in charge of driving the boat?” Bucky asked and answered himself a few seconds later, “Because Hooper knows how to handle the barrels. Never mind.”

“What’s he doing?” Steve asked of Hooper and you just gestured at the screen as the barrel was pulled under, “It pulled it under.”

“That thing is gonna eat him.” Bucky said and you just gestured at the screen.

They watched as Hooper and Quint started having a competition on whoever had the bigger scar. You knew what was coming. It was expected as Bucky waved his vibranium arm at the screen.

“I win.” He said and smiled as they started laughing together, “Well at least they’re getting along now.”

“’Bout time.” Steve said and you nodded, waiting, and you watched them as Quint explained his removed tattoo was the U.S.S. Indianapolis and Hooper stopped laughing.

You watched them as Quint explained what had happened to him. You could see the shift in their eyes as they listened. It was after they both disappeared from the war. You knew they were aware of the war’s history after they both were out of it. Still, you knew they weren’t aware of everything.

They listened and watched as he continued. The horror was clear on their faces. You knew damn well you had to do it when they looked at you.

You paused and nodded, “Yes. It happened. The U.S.S. Indianapolis was charged with delivering parts of one of the bombs. I don’t remember which. The return voyage was when it was sunk. It was a secret mission, I don’t think they even had an escort because it was so secret. The number of survivors isn’t an exaggeration. Only 316 survived. It wasn’t June, though. It was…July I believe and the number on board was closer to twelve hundred not eleven hundred. Otherwise…yeah. It’s not made up for the movie. It happened.”

“That’s…” Bucky started and Steve nodded.

“Horrible.” He said and you nodded.

“It is. War didn’t end with Schmidt’s defeat. Took a few more months and a lot happened. You know won’t I lie to you about it.” You said and they nodded, “You need a minute or you want to keep going?”

“How long is left?” Steve asked.

“About another half hour…ish?” you answered and he nodded.

“Bathroom. The water’s gettin’ to me.” He said and both you and Bucky nodded.

“Yeah.” You said, “We’ll take a bathroom break.”

Bucky nodded and after a short break of relieving yourselves you got settled back in and hit play.

It picked up as Quint and Hooper started singing. It wasn’t long before the barrel returned. It also wasn’t long before one of them spoke. This time it was Steve.

“They’re singing and it’s ramming the boat and taking out the lights. What made this shark?”

“The ocean.” You retorted and they both looked at you, “Nature.”

“It’s too smart.” Bucky said and you just shook your head.

“Just watch the movie.” You replied and they returned to looking at the screen, watching Quint try to shoot the shark and asking what was wrong with the gun when it jammed.

“Top round was probably loaded on the right.” Bucky said then thought about it, “He’d have the clip fully loaded, though so he’s not down to the 7th and 8th round. Probly the bolt not working…and now he’s singing again. He’s crazy…but I like him…but he’s nuts. He’s gonna get eaten and we all know it.”

They watched Quint and Hooper in the daytime trying to fix the boat before jumping a bit when the barrel resurfaced. Once again they were leaning forward, eyes fixed on the screen as Hooper used the boat hook to get the rope. Both were tense, expecting any moment for the shark to pull the rope, and therefore Hooper, into the water. They were expecting it yet they still jumped when the shark surfaced and ripped the rope out of Quint’s hands.

They watched as Brody then went to make a phone call right afterwards. Both guessed he was after a bigger boat but jumped when Quint destroyed the radio. They also both agreed with Brody that Quint was certifiable even if they understood, in their opinion, that Quint was just out for blood and revenge against all sharks at that point.

Then Hooper announced the shark returned and Quint demanded another barrel. Neither one believed the jubilant music for a minute. They didn’t care how hopeful it sounded. They were both ready for chaos and Bucky raised his eyebrow as Brody shot at it before it took the two barrels down. Steve was shaking his head when Hooper was then later caught by the rope behind him and both questioned the logic of tying the ropes to the boat when the shark was that big.

“They’re just askin’ for it.” Bucky said and Steve nodded.

“They know how big it is…”

“They’re still just underestimatin’ it.” Bucky said and you all nodded, especially as it started to turn the boat and then pull the boat even after another barrel was shot into him.

“Not with three he can’t!” Quint said and both gestured at the screen when the shark pulled them under.

“Tell that to Bruce.” Steve said and jumped a few moments later when the boat listed as the shark returned.

They both shook their head when Quint pushed the boat to its absolute limit against Hooper’s urging him not to. Neither were surprised when the boat started spewing black smoke though they did jump when the engine blew.

Watching what they dubbed as “Plan B” come together they agreed with both Brody and Hooper. The shark would rip the cage to pieces but they didn’t really have any better plan to go with. Both said the same thing about the strychnine, though.

“Twenty ccs. I’d pour the whole damn bottle in.” Bucky said and Steve nodded.

They were both tense and threw their hands up when Hooper dropped the spear. They weren’t surprised by it but were surprised that he was putting up a fight. Then they both predicted the boom breaking as they tried raising the cage.

Yet, what took them by surprise the most was the shark rearing up and launching itself partially onto the boat. Their eyes were wide and you prepared yourself for their reaction to Quint sliding down the boat straight into the shark’s mouth.

Alpine put herself into Bucky’s lap while you checked on Steve. Both were just staring at the screen, processing it. Yet they both nodded that they were good to go so you unpaused the movie and prepared yourself.

Both of them narrowed their eyes when Brody was attacked by the shark and shoved the compressed air canister into its mouth. You could tell they were well aware of what was about to happen up to a point. So you cut them off before they questioned it.

“Movie.”

They just nodded and watched the ensuing battle between Brody and the shark. You also knew damn well Bucky was counting the shots.

“Smile you sonovabitch.” Brody said one more time before hitting the canister with the shot resulting in the infamous explosion of the man-eating shark.

They watched through the rest of the movie to its end. They were quiet. You weren’t quite sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing just yet.

“Well?” you asked and they looked at you.

“How different is the book?” Bucky asked and you answered.

“A bit. There’s a subplot where Brody’s wife cheats on him with Hooper because of something to do with how she feels like she missed out on a better life with Hooper’s brother or something. I’m not upset they left that out.” You answered and Steve nodded.

“Yeah that sounds confusing. I liked it, but that canister wouldn’t have blown up like that.” He said.

There it was. You knew it’d happen. You also knew what else was gonna come…and it did.

“How’d they do the shark? Was it like the T-Rex?” Bucky asked and you answered.

“There is a nearly two-hour long behind the scenes documentary about Jaws. The long and short of it is that: yes, the shark is an animatronic. However, the animatronic shark had a lot of issues. It didn’t work half the time, which is where the barrels came from. If the animatronic worked more there’d have been more scenes with the shark in it.”

“I think the barrels added tension more than seeing the shark would.” Steve said and Bucky nodded as did you.

“Yeah. As for the canister…no. There’s debate, it’s been tested several times, but it’s a movie.” You reminded them and they nodded then tilted their heads when you shut the movie off and turned on something different, “And now…we’re going to watch clips on YouTube of sharks hunting seals.”

“Why?” Bucky asked and you just smiled as they looked at the screen.

“Because I want to show you breaching great white sharks.” You answered and Steve looked at the thumbnail on the first one.

“They don’t jump that high.” He said and you just smiled and hit play, “Why are there ads on everything?”

“There wasn’t in the early days but this is life now. Just watch.” You said and gestured at the screen for them to watch.

They did then stared wide eyed when the 10-foot shark leapt out of the water to strike the seal dummy. They both just pointed at the screen. When another one breached they were both leaning forward and glued.

“They do jump that high.” Steve said and you nodded.

“They just…wham!” Bucky said and you nodded; then they both looked at you once the short video was done, “Are they all like that?”

“Mmm…sort of but there’s different sharks. Let’s find one with Colossus…” you said and scrolled down to the first one you saw, “These are off a Discovery show called Air Jaws from Shark Week. This one explains why they do this. The Sharks.”

They nodded and listened again, nodding as the narrator explained it was a learned adaptation to surprise seals, but they were still fascinated by it.

“That’s a big shark.” Bucky said and you nodded as Steve spoke.

“I suppose that’s why they call him Colossus.”

“Yep.” You nodded and watched several more clips with them, letting them pick each one.

Then you introduced them to MythBusters. The third season Jaws special to be specific after finding it on YouTube once you discovered you couldn’t find it on Discovery. You explained it briefly, knowing the opening would explain it more for you.

“It’s science based. You’ll like it. They test movie myths and other stuff like that. A lot is blown up. They’re nuts. Just watch.” You said and they nodded.

“I reject your reality and substitute my own.”

“Steve.” Bucky said and Steve side-eyed him.

“I kinda like it in here. It’s private.”

“That’s you then.” He retorted and Bucky just shrugged as you shushed them both.

“Behave.” You reminded them and they nodded while watching and listening to the line up of the myths to be tested.

They both nodded when the narrator explained the difference between continuous force and shock force. Both were fascinated and paying attention. You knew they were because they were silent and absorbed as Adam explained what they were doing. At least until he started getting seasick.

“Yeah. He’s Steve.” Bucky said and you sighed, “Sorry.”

Steve shook his head yet they watched the episode continue as the testing of great whites failed and the team went to the Bahamas to test some other things. They were largely silent as they watched the data collection and how the pair on the tv calculated what force a shark could produce.

At least until they introduced Buster. They didn’t ask who Buster was as Jaime explained who, or rather what, Buster was. Still a comment came.

“They have a crash test dummy.” Steve said, “Named Buster.”

You beat Bucky to it, “Yes. Not everyone is exactly willing to be a guinea pig for things so they have a crash test dummy instead.”

“Yeah. That.” Bucky said and Steve just nodded.

“I wouldn’t be volunteering for that.”

Both you and Bucky looked at him skeptically.

“I wouldn’t.” he said and nodded, ��Unless it was important, but not just to test somethin’ like that.”

“Sure.” Bucky said and you hit play again to watch with them as the plan was drawn up on how to test the effect of deterring an attacking shark by punching it.

Both stared at the guy that just deterred great whites with his hand. You explained once again that the author of Jaws came to regret his actions for misrepresenting the animals so badly, but you agreed that the guy was still nuts. They went back to silence once the testing began again at least until the Red Man suit came back again.

“Steve needed one of those back in the 40s.” Bucky said and Steve nodded.

“I won’t argue about that.”

“Good.” You said and they returned to silence once the testing and science started again.

Bucky accepted their entire build of the punching machine despite having a vibranium arm. Then again you were pretty sure he understood the difference between what other people had access to in science versus what Wakanda and HYDRA had. That or he and Steve were just totally absorbed in the show.

Looking at them you were pretty sure they were absorbed. Watching the team build a shark ram and watching Adam build a shark cage without either Steve or Bucky saying anything while both were still very awake you knew they were just simply absorbed in the show. Even as Adam and Jaime tested the piano wire they only nodded in agreement that more movie magic had been used when it came to Quint using piano strings as a leader.

Seeing just how absorbed they were you weren’t exactly sure if it was a good thing or not. Ultimately you decided it was a good one since it gave them something else to watch that was science and entertainment.

They chuckled at times but otherwise they were absorbed. Then the tank arrived to tow the shark ram.

“They were actually given a tank?” Steve asked and you nodded.

“It’s a good idea to not let Adam drive it.” Bucky said and you chuckled then watched with them when Adam was allowed to control a crane, “But they let him operate heavy machinery.”

“He knows what he’s doing.” Steve said and you just smiled. “I still can’t believe they let him use the actual props.”

They continued watching as the testing moved back to the punching a shark test. Adam’s refusal to leave Buster behind if he got cut loose by a shark instantly had Bucky agreeing once again that he was Steve. It also had Steve’s instant agreement and admiration.

“I like him.” Steve said and you nodded.

“Buster is a part of the team no matter what they put him through.” You said and they nodded while watching, including when Buster’s arm got bit by a shark.

“Fight Buster fight!” they urged and cheered when he was raised from the water.

Then things moved onto the exploding scuba tank. It was the entire reason you put the episode on. They ultimately agreed with both Spielberg and the author Benchley about the ending of Jaws.

“I mean, yeah, we know they don’t explode like that…” Bucky said and Steve nodded.

“But it was still the ending that made it memorable and it felt fitting.” He said but then they returned to silence again while watching the shark strength test at pulling the boat backwards.

They enjoyed the test’s chaos, though they countered with a “what if the shark wasn’t a natural shark but a science lab creation”. Then they just stared when the narrator said the FBI was using it as a training session. You weren’t sure what to make of their reaction other than to be mildly impressed at how thorough they were when it came to safety and testing.

Though Bucky ultimately disagreed with Adam’s prediction about the bullet not going through the aluminum. He was right, as expected and as you knew he’d be.

They largely returned to silence yet they were fascinated by the contraption Adam was put into to watch Jaime get ready to punch at sharks. Even though they thought it was stupid they were still fascinated by the entire thing nodding at times, tilting their heads at others.

They were back on the edges of their seats deeply interested in the results of the shark ram versus the shark cage, but you knew they were mostly eager to see the end result so were disappointed when things went wrong. You knew very well that it couldn’t be a full MythBusters episode until something went wrong. Still they listened to Adam explain the ballast issue and the physics of it before everything was fixed.

Then they watched the results. Both were staring fascinated and nodded in response to what was said about there not being evidence of a shark attacking a cage like that. Then they watched the ram hit the boat. They nodded when the ram hit the boat creating a hole without sinking it.

Then came the scuba tank myth.

“We know this isn’t going to work.” Steve said and you nodded.

“Yeah, but they’re gonna show you how it can be made to work, too. There’s always an explosion every episode.” You said and they both nodded and watched.

Neither were surprised that it didn’t work on either attempt but they both shook their heads when the team rigged it so it would explode. It was still amusing to them that the FBI was involved.

“Well?” you asked afterwards and they nodded.

“What’s the sequel like?” Steve asked.

5 days later

“Mao!” Alpine meowed while dropping down from her cat tree like her Papa had a habit of doing straight onto a catnip filled shark toy as you walked in with the mail.

You tossed the package addressed to Steve at him and the one addressed to Bucky at Bucky. You knew what Steve had ordered and weren’t surprised when he pulled out a custom-made cat ball shaped like the amber piece from John Hammond’s cane he then tossed to her to bat around. Bucky pulling out T-shirts from his package didn’t surprise you either, though you had to laugh when he handed Steve one that had Buster on it proclaiming the dummy was his personal hero.

Steve smiled, “I love it.”

A/N: I had to give them a little something to untraumatize them at the end. The Matawan Man-Eater is a real event that happened and so is the sinking and aftermath of the USS Indianapolis. There's plenty I left out on both. I hope you enjoyed this episode (I'm sticking with episode. Calling them chapters or parts just doesn't fit right for me). The next poll will be up for 3 days instead of one. Mostly to give myself some time.

Ao3 Link: Super Soldier Theater: Jaws

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here's the second instalment! i know i made the poll but i decided i was doing both options because i am indecisive, and i love max and trouble too much to abandon them

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Max tapped his foot against the wooden floor, his eyes focused on some random poster on the wall of the cramped dental office. 

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like any of this. He didn’t like the idea that he was going to be put under. He didn’t like he wouldn’t be in control of anything for the next few hours. He didn’t like the fact that when he woke up, he would be woozy and unable to control the words that passed his lips. 

He didn’t like the lack of control. 

But the pain had reached a point of unbearable and he knew if he didn’t get this done, his mother would fly over and drag him into the dental practice by his ear—and that was something he certainly didn’t want. He would never live it down if journalists caught pictures of the three time world champion being berated by his mother like a whiny child. 

He hated the fact his stupid wisdom teeth were causing this many problems in the first place.

“Did you know that thirty-five percent of humans are born without wisdom teeth?”

Max’s head turned to look at you, his brows furrowed together. “What?” 

“A third of the human population aren’t born with wisdom teeth,” you repeated as you leaned back in your chair next to him, your knees brushing when you did. “Isn’t that weird?” 

“I would say they are lucky,” he grumbled honestly.

“And in Korea, they call them love teeth,” you continued, ignoring the confused look Max shot you. “Because they start to come through around the age people typically experience their first love.” 

“Does that mean it’s your fault I’m in pain?” Max teased, a hint of a smile on his face for the first time since he woke up that morning.

“Love is pain, baby,” you grinned back at him. “And did you know that the oldest record of wisdom teeth being impacted goes back almost fifteen thousand years ago—”

“What’s with all these fun facts?” Max questioned. 

“It’s what keeps you calm, no?” You said, looking at him with a fond expression he was still learning to not instantly blush over. “You maxsplain all the time and it helps you relax. I thought maybe maxsplaining wisdom teeth would help ease your nerves.” 

“So you learn a load of facts for me?” He asked, a giddy smile fighting its way onto his face.

“I did,” you said as you reached over to gently squeeze his knee. “I know you’re not gonna say it but it’s okay to be nervous. I’ll be waiting for you.” 

He gulped, nodding his head slightly in thanks and you knew better than anyone else that the nod was his own way of thanking you.

…

“Trouble? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me, baby,” you grinned as you reached for his outstretched hand, trying not to snicker at the way he cuddled your palm to his chest. “How are you feeling?”

“They drugged me,” he mumbled out, his eyes blinking slowly as he ignored the dentist and nurses in the room and kept his focus on you. “Not the good drugs. The bad ones. I think they are trying to kill me.”

You snorted. “Nobody is gonna kill you while I’m around. Promise.”

“My hero!” He laughed, a little short lived as he seemed to realise the gauze in his mouth. “Baby, I don’t like this candy.”

“It’s not candy,” you said to the boy and watched as he instantly frowned. 

“I want candy,” he huffed out.

“Max—”

“Trouble, they tried to kill me! I’m a hostage!” He said, sounding exasperated and you had to lift your hand to cover your mouth in hopes he didn’t realise you were laughing. “I at least deserve some candy.”

“I’ll get you some on the way home,” you told the boy, unable to even pretend to act annoyed as he cheered in his seat as his head rolled back. 

“See, Janet!” He turned to the nurse who was standing on the other side of his chair and winked with both eyes. “Told you my good looks would work. She gave in.”

Janet laughed, shaking her head. “You were right, sweetie. You’ve got quite the catch there.”

Max sighed dreamily. “She’s the best.”

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[baji-sideblog]

Introducing the pathetic ocean prince and your angel ex boyfriend

The two winners of the poll!!

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

Jason Rovelin

-Jason was your boyfriend for about a year, but before the two of you got together he had worked on getting any rivals out of his way and isolated you from everyone.

-Leaving him your only option and comfort. He had you move in with him in just a few months and made you quit your job. Saying that the drive from home to it wouldn’t be worth it.

-Though when he noticed you trying to become friends with your new neighbor Jason was having none of it and killed them.

-He was caught and brought to court where his lawyer convinced the whole court it was involuntary manslaughter. An accident. Where the murder weapon a chainsaw slipped while Jason was cutting down tree branches killing your neighbor. That the safety strap on it was manufactured wrong. A simple defective product what was Jason to do? After all he couldn’t predict any of this would happen now could he.

-He was sent to jail for four years. But you knew it wasn’t an accident. You knew the truth. So you sent him a letter breaking up with him. You never heard anything back.

-Growing scared you moved away hoping that you’d never have to deal with Jason again. Before you knew it four years passed and he was released from jail. After a week or two of silence you started to think that maybe he didn’t know where you lived! Till you heard a familiar flap of wings as the door to your home creaked open.

Rain Orcinus Pearl

-Rain is the youngest child of six, as such he never had as many expectations put on him like his older siblings did. Which was how he liked it he was free to do his own thing.

-Especially in modern times his job felt so much easier just sit around and do the bare minimum. The only real effort he put in was into his hobbies. He barely left the castle because of it and only left when he had to for politic affairs and all.

-Though one day his eldest sibling Dew dragged him outside to get some fresh air. Rain groaned and pouted the whole time as Dew rolled their eyes and pushed their sibling to get out there. To get them off his back Rain swam up to one of the small boats to socialize with whatever leg haver was on it.

-To his surprise he didn’t expect to see someone as pretty as you. Rain froze up his face flush as he tried to get any words out of his mouth. Looking down at the prince you spoke trying to see if he’d say anything.

-It made Rain more flustered hearing your voice and he slowly sunk back into the water since he wasn’t moving. So shrugging it off you went back to your thing. After a few minutes Rain came back up and climbed into your boat struggling to pull himself up.

-When he did he kinda just flopped into it and was quick to fix himself so he wouldn’t look like a mess. Rain tried to flirt with you, but it was honestly a bit pathetic he kept stumbling over his words and had a hard time saying anything cohesive. But you laughed which was a win in Rain’s books.

-Rain had one goal in mind getting a cutie like you to marry him I mean he is a prince who wouldn’t say yes to him. Or at least a date! He can work with a date, dates lead to marriage! Right??

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

Little facts!

Jason Rovelin

-Jason is best friends with Rider the two having met in jail. They see each other sort of like siblings too. Especially since Jason is older than Rider by 11 years he did his best to watch out for him when the two were in jail.

-When the two see each other Jason likes to tease Rider by pulling him down to his level. Making Rider groan and roll his eyes getting huffy.

-Rider and him having matching friend tattoos and Jason only trust him to do his ink.

-Jason is 36 and 6”5

-As an artamea angel Jason has the ability to flashbang you, which he has done to you before sometimes by accident, sometimes not.

-If you’re taller then him, he’d fly just high enough to be taller then you to mess with you.

Rain Orcinus Pearl

-Rain’s family are descendants of the very first ocean folks made by Luvan it’s why they have their royal status.

-Rain really likes history and studies a lot about the Eclipsed War the biggest one in their world’s history. It happened over hundreds of years ago and somethings are lost from written history. Which is why he finds it so interesting.

-Rain is 24 and I don’t know how long he is exactly yet lol

-His childhood nickname was Inny because he had a speech impediment when he was a child and couldn’t pronounce Rs.

-He gets embarrassed when his siblings call him Inny.

[syndrossi]

October Trick or Treat Fill #8: Jaehaerys receives word of the twins

This time we have a trick! Which in this case means "something that wasn't on the prompt list." Though it could mean something entirely different next time it appears as a poll option, so be warned...

This fill won't make much sense unless you've read Fill #7 aka the first part of Regnal AU aka "consummation babies" as it's a continuation of that, where we get Jaehaerys's POV of receiving Baelon's letter sharing the happy news.

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Father,

I bring joyous tidings from Runestone: our family has grown by two! After a day’s brave labor, my good-daughter brought forth a pair of screaming babes, furious at being parted from the safety and warmth of the womb. Though the birth came one moon early and they are yet small, their lungs are quite healthy indeed, and the maester assures me that they are as healthy as can be.

Your heart would swell to look upon them, as mine has. The name of the eldest is yet to be decided, as it is a matter of fierce debate between Daemon and Lady Rhea, but the younger is to be Aemon. He is the very image of my brother. I swear that I can see him in his eyes—not only the color, though that too they share, but the manner in which he studies me, as though he knows things that I do not. His hair is strikingly light of color, just as Aemon’s, though the maester has reminded me that it will yet darken, perhaps to something more like mine own. Selfishly, I wish otherwise. 

And the eldest! Daemon is insistent that he should be Baelon, after my own name, while Lady Rhea favors Hubert or Rodrik, after her great-uncle. He reminds me of Rhaenys at birth, hair dark like his mother’s. His eyes are as a field of lupin clouded by storm, and it is already plain to all that he has a warrior’s heart. If his brother is out of his sight for but a moment, he howls his displeasure at the world, whereas his brother Aemon howls whenever he is given into Daemon’s arms, much to my son’s dismay.

Words cannot describe how it is to hold them. I feel as though a piece of my own heart has been returned to me, and I am certain that they are destined for greatness. You may discount such as a proud grandsire regarding his first grandsons, but it is more than that. You will understand when you meet them.

All of this to say that it is my intention to remain at Runestone beyond the original moon I had planned. I beg your indulgence in this matter. The realm is peaceful and we are at the height of summer, in a time of plenty. Should that change, I shall of course hasten back to your side, but Daemon is yet young to be a father, at only seven-and-ten. Although he has made great strides as a husband since the wedding, I would offer him whatever guidance and wisdom he needs. It is quite a thing, after all, to suddenly find oneself a father twice over!

Please give my love to Mother and sweet Gael. They will adore the twins as surely as I do. I only wish our family could meet them sooner! It is the maester’s recommendation that they remain at Runestone until their first year has passed. As such, I seek your guidance on the matter of dragon eggs for their cradle. I know that you have forbidden that any be taken outside of King’s Landing, but it is good for the health of the babes. I implore that you consider it. If you are amenable, I shall gladly fetch and safeguard them myself.

Your son, etc,

Baelon

Jaehaerys leaned back in his chair, allowing himself a celebratory sip of wine as he reread the missive from his son once more. It was far cheerier in tone than anything his son had written in the years since Aemon’s death, which was heartening on its own. He had hoped that his son’s first grandchild might grant him reprieve from his grief, but his joy at Rhaenyra’s birth had been fleeting. That he had named the younger child after Aemon, however—that spoke to a healing all its own. Merely hearing his brother’s name spoken would on occasion plunge him into despair.

Twins. Jaehaerys looked out the window of his solar, into the warm morning sun piercing through. Was it a good omen, or ill? Rhaella and Aerea’s birth had been heralded as a blessing, yet his sister’s family had come to sorrow and ruin. Aerea’s death—

He set his wine cup down, mouth tightening at the memory of it, even after all these years. It had been a thing of horror, but best not let himself fall into the trap of superstition over reason. He had watched his line dwindle over the years, sons and daughters claimed by death, one by one, to Alysanne’s everlasting grief. The holdfast stood nigh empty, save for Baelon, Gael, and Viserys’s small family.

His sons had given him but three grandchildren, and from them, three great-grandchildren.

For Daemon to have nearly doubled that number was encouraging, and made suffering his grandson’s bitter protests over his match with Rhea Royce more than worth it. Rasher than his father, and with an arrogance not matched in deed. Fatherhood can only improve him.

Would that he could swap Daemon’s success for Viserys’s lack. The match between Viserys and Aemma had been more than fitting, and yielded a great-granddaughter, but his granddaughter had suffered four miscarriages already, which did not bode well for future children from his eldest grandson. And yet it was Viserys who would take the throne someday, after Baelon’s reign.

Even so, the birth of two great-grandsons was to be celebrated. At not even nine moons past the wedding, they could very well have been conceived that very first night. If the gods are good, it is a sign of things to come.

That the children had been born at Runestone was unfortunate. It meant waiting for their presentation to court, though that could also be for the best. He was no stranger to sons who never reached their first name day. But if Runestone’s maester insisted they were in good health, despite the twins’ early birth, then that was encouraging.

I could send Allar to attend at Runestone, Jaehaerys mused. Doubtless a house of Royce’s standing would have a capable maester, but royal children deserved the very best of care. And then there is the matter of the dragon eggs.

There was a reason his son’s letter had taken on a wheedling tone. He greatly misliked the thought of any eggs leaving the care of the Dragonpit or the well-guarded holdfast. Elissa Farman’s theft was not so distant as to have fallen out of memory. There would be those who might expect dragon eggs to find their way to Runestone, and seek to steal them.

If they are as healthy as the maester claims, then they have no need of them. When the babes were old enough to travel, they could be brought to King’s Landing and have dragon eggs placed in their cradle then. Doubtless his wife would petition Baelon every moon to have them brought here.

His eyes fell once more upon the one paragraph that had drawn his attention. I am certain that they are destined for greatness. Baelon was inclined toward excessive pride in his children, as he had been with both his own sons’ births. But for him to insist upon it, to have already found such solace—

Jaehaerys sighed, feeling his bones creak with the motion. Baelon’s dark mood since Aemon’s death had been a matter of concern for years now. His son attended to his duties as Hand with diligence, but little satisfaction. Jaehaerys had begun to fear that the Iron Throne would be the same for him, a burden rather than an opportunity. It was not a fear he would have had a decade before, when his sons had been eager with possibility.

If anything happens to the babes, it could plunge him into despair. In that, his son was far more alike Alysanne than him. Precautions would be needed, but perhaps the prospect of Baelon finding new purpose outweighed the risk of dragon eggs falling into the wrong hands. After all, no dragons had come of the eggs lost before.

He may have his dragon eggs, but I cannot fathom what he is thinking in allowing Lady Royce to entertain such names for a Targaryen child. That must be quickly settled. Daemon’s stubborn pride is of some use here, at least.

Jaehaerys took up his quill. It will be a pain to be without him for a time, but Hightower has been agitating for his younger brother to be appointed to some role within court. He can take this opportunity to prove his usefulness in Baelon’s absence.

[lfcgirlie8]

The Girl Who Broke A Million Hearts ~ Jude Bellingham x oc

Ok so you guys really surprised me by voting for this fic the most in the poll! I was expecting this to be the least popular option tbh, and I feel like it's really badly written 😭 I apologise in advance if it is!

Summary: 'I know the baby in your belly isn't mine, but if you let me, then I'll love her like she is'

Tropes: Childhood friends, not realising their feelings until it's (maybe) too late, pregnancy, found family

Warnings: fmc mentions death of a parent, there may be smut eventually in the story but idk yet

Prologue

As I sit outside in the mild Spanish night air, looking out across the horizon, I simultaneously wish for the darkness to end and also for the day to never come. The light means I won't be left alone with my thoughts anymore, but it also means that I have to leave Madrid behind and book a flight back to England. It means I have to leave Jude and face up to what a disaster my life has become in the last week.

How could it have all gone so wrong so quickly?

Last week, I was engaged to the man I thought I would be with forever, six months pregnant with his baby, too. I thought I knew where my life was going.

Now I'm just pregnant and alone. I don't have a home to go back to. No family. Nothing. No one.

I'm slowly spiralling, worrying about what the hell I'm supposed to do next and regretting almost every decision I've ever made.

You're a failure, Sapphy. Your mum would be so disappointed in you, I think to myself, trying to hold back a sob. You're a loser. You're too weak to do what she did and raise a baby alone.

Maybe I should just suck it up and go back to my ex, Aiden. Give in and do what he wanted me to; Move halfway across the world with him. At least then I'd have a home again

But you wouldn't be happy, Saph. Not there, and not with him. Not after everything that's happened. After what he said...

'You'd do it for him, though. Wouldn't you?'

And the answer has been plaguing my thoughts ever since.

"Jeeze, Saph. It's almost 4AM. What 'er you doing out here?"

Jude's familiar voice startles me out of my thoughts, almost like I'd summoned him here with them. I turn around and drink him in. Lit only by the lights in the pool beside me, he looks just as beautiful as he always does as he walks over to where I'm sitting, and my stomach twists and turns at the mix of emotions he churns up.

Jude Bellingham. The boy I've known since he was eight, the one I grew up alongside of, the one who I watched become a world-class footballer right before my eyes. He is quite possibly the sweetest human on this planet, and I'll never, ever forget the truly heartfelt words he spoke at my mum's funeral. He means everything to me, but he's always just been a friend. Always. There was never a time when it could have been more. At least, it never crossed my mind at the time anyway.

But since Aiden said those words to me, I can't help looking at Jude differently. I wish I could stop, but now that I've seen the light, I don't think I can ever go back.

When his brother called me and asked if I wanted to fly out and watch Jude's game yesterday, I didn't hesitate. I jumped on that plane and then screamed my heart out watching him play. I forgot all the bad stuff for a while, but being in his home just brought it all back and I started drowning in my thoughts again.

"Jobe said he was worried about you yesterday. Now I am too, Saph." He says quietly, his fingers lightly stroking down my back, making me shiver.

I should tell him what's happened. I know I should, but at the same time, how can I?

He's THE Jude Bellingham. He's on top of the fucking world right now. I can't drag him down from that. I can't burden him with my own issues. These are my problems, I'm the one who has to deal with them. And, if I tell him I left my fiancé then he's going to want to know why. I'd have to tell him that I've become one of those girls, someone I never ever wanted to be; Just one of the millions who've fallen for him.

Some kind of dam shatters inside of me and as hard as I try, I can't hold it all back any longer. The story comes pouring out with a mixture of sobs and tears as he holds me tightly in his arms.

But there's one thing I don't mention: the fact that I might now have feelings for him, and maybe I always have done.

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A/n: Ahhh I'm so scared to see what you guys think of this 🫣 This is definitely just an introduction and the story will go back and explain how they met/ became friends etc etc.

If you're interested in reading more then please let me know ❤️

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch

Long story short, I owe the BL gods, so I'll be watching TWO series from my Petty List during the month of June. This list includes shows I haven't watched for purely petty reasons, so I'm asking the crowd to pick the two shows I will watch from all the MAME series, some censored Chinese bromances, a few sexual tension-filled Korean bromances, and one wild card.

I'm making my first ever poll, so whichever two series get the highest numbers will be the two I watch. And for all the kind people in the crowd, this is not the time to think about me. Pick your favorite. And for all the people who I annoy on the daily with my wild ass takes that piss you off, pick TharnType. But there is a possibility of a secret thirteenth option that would hurt me much worse . . .

The petty ass reasons are below the poll.

Disclaimer: If you're going to read the petty ass reasons, I need you to understand these are PETTY ASS REASONS, so don't try to hit me with 2,000 words about why me not watching censored bromances is a problem or why me not liking your fave hurts your feelings. Nah. Pick a show!

MAME

Love By Chance

This show came out at the end of 2018, and I watched the first episode, maybe first two, and thought it was boring. Then, in 2019, I saw a GIF of the locker scene, so I recommitted. I made it past the first episode just when the PerthSaint drama started spilling out everywhere, so I chucked the deuces and haven't returned since.

TharnType

For some reason, I couldn't find the first episode when it aired. Then, I found out how the first episode ended. Then, I found out about Type's past. Then, I just kept finding out more awful stuff until eventually the MewGulf shit finally hit the fan, and I was still reeling from the PerthSaint drama (and the emerging ZeeSaint chaos). At this point, I've built this show up so much that I'm afraid to see what it is actually about.

Don't Say No

A story of another GIF of a locker room scene sucking me in! After the first two MAME pairs blew up, I believed her shows were cursed, so I opted out of watching this one even though I thought it would be the one to vibe with me the most. But the biggest reason was because the main characters came from TharnType, so I felt like I would have to watch TharnType to understand this show, which was a big hell nah.

Love in the Air

I watched this through mutuals on my dash, so I feel like I did watch it. It is also the highest rated MAME series, so I had faith in it. However, when I found out about Sky's past, TharnType's ghost popped back up, and I realized this demon of a show is gonna haunt me in every MAME series.

The Wedding Plan

Y'all hated one of the leads so much while it was airing that I now hate him, and I don't think I can let that go, so I'm coming in with pre-hate and TharnType's ghost, but on top of that, some of y'all said it was boring. But what is boring in a MAME series? Consent? Not kidnapping someone? I never got answers, so I'm very conflicted about this show.

Censored Chinese

The Untamed

It's color coded, but FIFTY FUCKING EPISODES! What is this shit? Grey's Anatomy? The fuck! Second, once China pulled Addicted, I was holding grudges for life because it crossed from entertainment censorship into real-world oppression, so I could not bring myself to support media from a country that openly discriminates against the queers when I live in America where our highest court is just one Supreme Court Justice away from making us all live in the damn Mojo Dojo Casa House.

Word of Honor

It's color coded, but THIRTY-SIX FUCKING EPISODES! What is this shit? Supernatural?! The fuck! Second, I don't know the difference between this and The Untamed. Both are color-coded, one of them has a lot of uncles (?), one of them has awful facial hair, and they all have pretty outfits. Every time someone makes a reference about these shows, I just nod the same way I do when people mention Star Wars because none of it makes sense.

Guardian

I spent two years believing Killer and Healer was Guardian. I haven't watched either, but I thought they were the same show. Honestly, if this show wins, I might just watch Killer and Healer because I will forget they are not the same show. Don't they both solve cases? And because it's China, past lives must be involved, no? I'm looking at their MDLs as I write this, and I'm still not convinced they are different.

Stay with Me

It's color coded, but I know how it ends, and word on the street is that IS the ending since a second season seems unlikely. China couldn't just let me be hurt over Addicted, the original. No. Gotta hurt me again with Addicted, the remake. Rude af.

The Spirealm

First off, SEVENTY-EIGHT FUCKING EPISODES! What is this shit? Law & Order: SVU?! The fuck! I know how this ends, and it ain't happy! I don't care how people are trying to spin it, so to sit through SEVENTY-EIGHT DAMN EPISODES just for that ending already has me irate. And don't try telling me Viki combined episodes so it's only thirty-four. That's still a lot. However, everybody who has watched it says it's phenomenal, so is the pain worth it or are these people all lying so they convince themselves it was worth it?

Korean Bromance

Beyond Evil

With most Korean dramas, I feel like I missing something important. Like some part of the story does not click with me and I stay lost for the rest of the show. I suck it up for the queers, but the not-queers-but-it-is-queer shows . . . nah, and especially one about cops . . . (-_-). Also, The Worst of Evil just showed, and it was another reminder that I need these cops to quit their jobs and just screw each other. Embrace "Be Gay. Do Crime"

The Devil Judge

I know enough about Kpop to know GOT7 would not let one of its members kiss a man in this show. I looked at those GIFs of Jeff Satur and Jackson Wang on their show knowing damn well that if Wang got too close to Satur, an entire management team would have ascended from hell and kidnapped both of them, so the promo for this show was so wild because it felt queerbait-adjacent, and I was salty about it.

WILD CARD!

This option will be automatically unlocked IF this stupid little poll gets 216 votes, so I have high hopes this will not happen since I ain't that popular and I hate this wild card which is . . .

SOTUS

This show is my original TharnType. It came out in 2016. I watched it live. I watched the sequel. I remember neither. New was in it? Off was in it?! WHAT?! I have no memory of this show except Krist wiping his mouth, and I have carried that with me for eight damn years. I loved Be My Favorite, so I thought I moved past whatever strange grudge I was holding against this man who doesn't know I exist nor care, but then I saw that trailer for The Ex-Morning, and unlike Elsa, I can't let this shit go, so I'm willing to play Jumanji and go back into the jungle to finish this once and all.

So what it's gonna be, mi gente. Which demons am I facing for Pride and what shows do I get to stay petty about? Help me decide!

[creatingblackcharacters]

Dear Ice and audience,

I would first like to apologize for being wordy, it's just something I thought a lot about WAY before the poll and survey, so I have some thoughts about it! If you do read all of this, I appreciate it, but you don't have to, considering there are many, many other asks, I am sure!

Regardless, I appreciate you taking the time to educate people on these topics, and reading through a lot of responses!

Otherwise, have a good day and take care, yeah?

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So... I've thought a LOT about the survey/poll, even before the poll actually happened due to me being biracial and watching a lot of shows or movies that my parents did, ending up enjoying these things that influenced me growing up that I was shown from the white side of my family and the Black side of my family conveying to me themes that were racist in order to better avoid them and enjoy media critically...

... And the conclusion I came to is so so so much of the stuff that I grew up and even watch or read or play has had a lot of anti-Blackness in it, and very often I feel as if when people write or create a Black character in something it's some kind of stereotype and I get told that I should take my scrap of representation - and be 100% grateful - rather than calling it out for what it is, even if I enjoyed the rest of the content, even if I stop involving myself with it.

Heck, even my mom (who is Black!) has seemingly resigned herself regarding some media because she enjoys the overall content of it while also telling me that some aspects are racist, because she is taking what she can get in terms of representation despite that, as well as actually looking at things critically.

While my father would just look at a character and see a Black person with significantly less depth.

I think super critically over things I engage with, especially as I've learned more, but I didn't used to and enjoyed a lot of stuff that I look back on now and hate those aspects of those things, since I was a child and enjoyed that media, right? That's where there is nuance for my own experiences, and making my response be the nuance option. It became a part of me, and there are SOME things worthwhile from it, but I'd never recommend it now, or buy things from the creators, or properly enjoy it now because of the anti-Black aspects of it that I feel other people may not think about deeply enough to understand why it's bad if they went to check it out JUST because I talked about something I enjoyed from it!

Learning enough to call it out without having to sink your entire being into some show or movie or whatever is a good skill! But I hate that it's a skill I have to have because other people get to "just enjoy things," and I hate feeling like other people aren't willing to look at things critically enough to even remotely understand why I wouldn't recommend something like that, when there is something that I think is important to me but has those aspects, but don't trust people enough to actually understand why it's bad when I show them those things.

This also happens a lot in the opposite direction, when my white friends or peers show me something and then I happen to be the only one who calls it out for various reasons, and then they feel bad because "they didn't know" then don't know what to do with themselves, as if it's their fault or it makes them a bad person because a piece of media was kinda racist in a way they didn't immediately clock when they literally didn't know how (since it just doesn't affect them personally AT ALL so they aren't as careful or meaningfully prepared to think about it when engaging with media), as if they need to apologize to me specifically - or on the behalf of the writer - for a choice a writer made and didn't think about because it didn't effect them.

They aren't growing because they aren't listening to the nuance beyond just "good or bad" and even then not properly understanding why it's... bad.

Then I feel like they don't want to try or do anything with me cause I called it out, cause they are more scared of the idea of something being racist or having aspects that could be read that way and them not realizing it instead of them actually learning what made it racist and why I called it out, or even taking the chance to mess up and then learn, as if just the existence of it makes them racist by extension.

Also just... It really is sometimes just a choice between anti-Blackness or no Blackness at all in media... Like, sometimes people try to make a good Black character and fail! And there can still be compelling aspects of the character despite that! But I can't ignore the bad either!

I want media that I get to engage with and enjoy and feel happy that there are characters like me or my friends that are treated with respect, and that is popular enough I get to have other people play or watch it with me or not have to GET people to get into it to enjoy it, and that I don't have to take my 'scraps' to have to enjoy other aspects that are compelling, especially with other people!

So there's nuance.

But I hate that there's nuance... where white people don't HAVE to have nuance.

I want characters that look like me, my friends and my family without them being a stereotype, without then being told that "they're like me, so I should like them" by people that aren't like me, my friends and my family. I want more Black characters where their only trait isn't their Blackness, where my non-Black friends actually look at the character and go "This reminds me of you" to me or some of my other friends and mean it sincerely.

So... to the audience, please listen to Black people when they tell you something sucks in something you enjoy. Don't make excuses for it, please actually reflect on that media if someone tells that to you. It's not like you have to throw away your old DVD set of something you've had for a long time because of it, if you enjoy it, you enjoy it, but please listen and think about things and actually recognize when something is anti-Black or racist.

Those are most of my thoughts on the whole thing, anyway, since I thought about it a lot growing up.

Thanks for reading!

Thank you for your thoughts!

[zombeebunnie]

Trembling Essence Devlog 4:💙 Poll results + Analyzing the script💙

Helloooo and welcome new followers, here's how the progress of the game is going! :]

There will be spoilers if you haven't played through the [Extended Demo], specifically the MORNING route. Click here if you would like to play! :]

**A big thank you to the recent influx of interest towards Noah and the game itself! I have to catch up with a lot I missed but I am very grateful! :D

Onto the poll results!:

Thank you to everyone that played the [Extended Demo] and recently participated in some of the recent polls I've created! It's still optional but I would really appreciate any feedback on why you picked your decision to this one if you still would like to! This really helps me out moving forward with my game developing process! :,]

I'm going to dive a little bit deeper into to this: The results left me very surprised especially towards "Talk to Noah" and "Look around" being picked the most out of everything else and the "Go outside" having the lowest, which explains a few concerns I had behind the scenes given this one has the Morning route attached to it. With this information, I'll take all of it into consideration while I continue working on things behind the scenes! :D I talked about this a few months ago but the "Talk to Noah" and "Look around" choice are being revamped and updated. There's some old game development posts that showed some of the old CG's and dialog with it but extends from very old code which had major spoilers in the script before I got better at pacing the story and realizing that I was missing the other half of Day 3 during that time. :S In good news around this time I managed to have a conversation with my play tester about everything and we had a very good talk about where to go from this. I expressed a couple of ideas on how to move forward with the choices and they gave back a good amount of feedback I needed when I was struggling with writers block. :,D

Onto the game development!:

Here is a small recap:

Midway through December up until the start of March, I went through the afternoon route and made adjustments to the choices, story-building, and overall pacing of the route to make the closeness build-up feel more rewarding given that I'm aiming for more of a slow-burn. Outside of more testing and grammar checks, CG's, etc, everything is about 95% done!

Morning route progress:

Since this is still just the second half of Day 3, I'm still trying to be extra careful with balancing a meaningful slow-burn and not over-doing it. :,]

The last time I played through the Morning route was around the start of spring(?) back in 2024 before I went and fixed up the beginning of the game leading up to the cabin.

With a new and fresh perspective of what needs to be done, I went back to the script and went over how I want certain parts of the game to happen. I noticed several inconsistencies that really needed fixing which is largely due to pacing/spoilers happening way too early for my liking. :,]

When choosing the 'Go outside' and the choices after it, I updated it with better dialog between the player(Y/N) and Noah.

It's nothing too extreme but just a nice quality of life to get a better understanding how Noah responds to this. I also fixed how much HP you lose along with editing the additional visual effects that happen here. It was originally split into 2 HP loss situations but now it's only one.

I won't say which scene but there was one part of this route I was going to ultimately cut but I've spent a lot of time brainstorming and came up with an idea on how I want it to go moving forward which might include a new CG and choices being made to give it more meaning. This is all still up in the air and I want to have my play testers check everything out first before I continue with it just in case I end up over-doing it again. :,,,]

Weird bug found?:

I also found a couple of mismatched sprites and a weird bug where a CG of Noah pops up towards the end of the Morning route, I have no idea how it happened or if this can occur in the [Extended Demo]. I can only hope it's not though. :,]

CG clean up:

Around the time I had announced the [Extended Demo] back in early 2024 there were parts of the Morning route that was actually suppose to have CG's but since I was still developing my art style I couldn't do much perspective art like I wanted to.

**As far as CG clean up goes, I do have plans to update some of these in both routes but for now I will keep them as placeholders until I get just a bit more practicing in. There's also 1 or 2+(?) new ones I have planned for this but I'm not ready to share them yet. :D

I think that's about as far as I've gotten up until I couldn't work on the game for about a week and a half so I'll stop here. :[]

If you like what I create, please consider supporting what I do on kofi [Here]! All donations and tips help tremendously while I continue to work on the game. Thank you to those that optionally bought the [Extended Demo] on itch.io. :,]

Q&A / Ask box is open:

To know and understand Noah through Asks and random posts about lore, they'll be under #Get to know: Noah ! :]

**Some asks won't be answered if it contains spoilers but I do appreciate what I receive. I will most likely spend this time going through and catching up on everything I missed. :]

If you have any questions about Trembling Essence/Noah feel free to ask [here] or on itch.io please. This makes it easier for me to see and answer accordingly! I enjoy hearing from you guys!

Thank you everyone for the continued support! :,]

[nanamineedstherapy]

We Broke the NDA but Make It Fashion

F!Pregnant Reader x Gojo Satoru x Nanami Kento Previous Oneshot Chapter [Tumblr/Ao3] | Main Series [Tumblr/Ao3] A/N: Welcome to the inner sanctum of emotional damage, where NDAs are airtight, therapy is mandatory, and no antique furniture will ever be the same. Please take a Roomba™-branded panic button on your way in.

🕯️ THE DOMESTIC DISTURBANCE DIGEST - Q11

For when you love your job but fear your employers’ sex life more than God.

About: The anonymous (and extremely unofficial) quarterly newsletter authored by the estate staff of the trillionaire CEO and her husbands: one emotionally suppressed COO (Nanami-san), one bisexual disaster of biblical proportions (Gojo-sama), and one very, very dangerous wife with a God complex and an unlimited budget.

This issue is brought to you by:

The Roomba Cam™ (patent pending)

Nanami-san's broken glasses fund

The therapy stipend all of us now use to talk about That One Summer Retreat

📅 Q1 Report—April’s For Assplay and Asset Protection:

✦ Dept. of Estate Observations (Unedited Logs)

April 4th, 3:47PM

Location: South Garden Trellis, behind the camellias

Employee SD: I thought he was lecturing us about irrigation, and then I looked up and his wife was straddling Gojo-sama in the patio chaise like some Hellenic fertility idol while Nanami-san tried to maintain eye contact with the hydrangeas.

Employee DK: He said, 'Trim back the wild growth,' and I thought he meant the plants. Turns out—he meant Gojo-sama.

April 10th, 2:03AM

Location: Audio feed from Sauna Room #3, captured accidentally by cloud-connected AI-powered aromatherapy machine (R&D initiative gone rogue)

Gojo-sama (whimpering, then laughing): C’mon, Nanamin, don’t act brand new. I saw you in the harness drawer last week.

Nanami-san (deadpan, but not unaroused): That was for research.

Wife-san (cheerful, dangerous): And what did you conclude, baby?

Nanami-san (after 5-second pause): …That I am more flexible than previously reported.

[Indistinct sounds. Possible thwack. Definitely Gojo-sama giggling.]

🪑 Furniture Casualties This Quarter:

1 Yves Saint Laurent barstool (splintered during “brunch experimentation”)

2 antique Japanese shoji screens (Gojo-sama tripped while blindfolded and “enthusiastic.”)

Nanami-san’s desk (Again. But now with reinforced titanium corners. The contractor just stopped asking questions.)

🗣️ Employee Submissions—Shit We’ve Heard, Shit We Can’t Un-hear:

Employee RK: I went to restock the banned books section and found a literal spreadsheet of who's taken which strap. It had color-coded performance ratings. Nanami-san's column was mostly green. Gojo-sama’s had emojis. Wife-san’s had timestamps and tactical breakdowns.

Employee JK (Yoga): He asked me if pelvic tilt exercises could help with ‘internal alignment,’ and I said sure because I thought he meant his back. Later I found out he meant his prostate. I haven’t looked him in the eye since.

Employee AL: I walked in on Wife-san telling Nanami-san he looked ‘tighter than corporate tax law,’ and now I need bleach for my frontal lobe.

🛠️ Logistics Notes:

Gojo-sama and Nanami-san now both take turns getting wrecked. Staff consensus is this was implemented after the infamous ‘Equality in Erotica’ dinner speech, delivered by the wife-san in red silk and a revenge eyeliner look that scared the raccoon into the dumbwaiter.

Nanami-san is not just the dom anymore. Repeat: not just the dom.

One assistant chef reported hearing, “Take it like a stock portfolio you forgot to diversify.”

We think it was Gojo-sama. We hope it was Gojo-sama.

Staff were offered optional overtime to replace shattered crystal drawer handles in the bedroom. The butler refused. “I’m not touching anything that’s been inside Nanami-san’s ass,” he said. “I draw the line at gloved contact.”

🧾 Final Staff Poll (Q2):

“Who do you think is most unhinged in the bedroom?”

Wife-san: 76% (Made Gojo-sama cry from overstimulation and then gave him a Cartier bracelet for surviving.)

Gojo-sama: 14% (Once asked if he could “rawdog cursed energy” during a roleplay.)

Nanami-san: 10% (Quiet, deadly, somewhere between stoic and a slut. Betrayed by his own thighs.)

🐾 Takahashi’s Corner:

Rode the Roomba into a scene mid-thrust and made eye contact with Nanami-san, who left Gojo-sama mid-stroke to apologize to Takahashi.

Hasn’t blinked since. Might be a god now.

Wife-san is furious and hand-feeding her prince.

Reminder: You signed an NDA, and you’re paid too well to quit.

Also, next month’s yoga retreat is at the Maldives annex estate.

There will be soundproof walls.

Until next time, stay hydrated, stay hot, and stay three rooms away from the east study after 10 PM.

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A/N: If you laughed, winced, or considered unionizing with Takahashi the Raccoon, leave a comment. Otherwise, will hand-deliver a spreadsheet tracking your emotional instability—and Gojo will live-tweet it. (P.S. Yes, the haunted sex mirror is canon. No, you are not ready.)

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Beta - @blackrimmedrose

[slowd1ving]

Hi, I was just looking through and my attention got caught on the theology student/roommate sunday lil synapses from a poll and I'm just, intrigued (I absolutely adore how you write all these different lil guys, very in character for them tbh ✨️)

Anyway, I hope your studies are going well/have gone well and that youre taking some time to take care of yourself too! -🦡 (I'm feelin badger lately so imma tag as that I guess)

ok so first of all dearest badger anon I am unbelievably ecstatic you brought this up like I would have absolutely went ham into the slowburn had it been voted number one but alas (I'm not complaining though ouroboros was so fun to write), and thank you for the well wishes about my studies (finals went stupendously amazing but I'm now stuck slowly preparing for next year </3)

secondly I'd just read nerd project at the time and was struck with divine inspiration... kind of since I would've written both sunday and reader as nerds.

anyways to give you more expansion on the plot (figuratively and literally lmao):

this is set in the same university AU as the blade roommate/dan heng bandmate universe (blade roommate), but an AU of that AU if that makes sense. It's the same tense situation with your previous roommate, but you're mostly staying over at your gf's apartment

to give a rough timeline, the Blade roommate AU occurs in second year when you've already established yourself into the Trailblazers, while the Dan Heng prequel happens in first year - so this sunday student au also happens in your first year as a physics student, but it involves the music society more than any collaboration with departments (no academic rivalry 💔💔)

Music society throws quite a few events - including house parties like the one shown in the dan heng fic, but also some more formal concerts that are difficult to get into even for members, hence there's a sort of raffle system for entry if you aren't a paying member of the public. You win several times, much to your surprise, and just go for the fun of it, with formal wear that's seen better days, though nobody's paying enough attention to you to actually see the fine wrinkles, the loosened tie around your neck, the wildly inappropriate socks that just about peek from the bottom of your trousers. No one cares - not with the entrancing medley of classical pieces conducted by a grey-haired man filling the space, nor with the beguiling opera that coils through the air from your friend Robin (actually, she may have been the very reason you had such luck in the raffle)

You are a chronic backstage loiterer, with a small strawberry cake in your hand for the star of the show. On the third instance of loitering, it's where you pass by the conductor, and he takes you in. Eyes critically assessing the way you've folded your tie, the scuff marks on your shoes, even the way your glaring socks are sliding down. He's made his judgement. His mouth presses into a thin line, and though his expression is perfectly neutral, you can sense someone's abject disappointment burrowing into your back.

You forget about it as soon as you spot your friend, a wide smile on your face as you bring forth the cake. Sunday doesn't - that annoyance is enough to seep into his long-term memory, buried deep until something reminds him of it.

"Something" being the particularly poor soundproofing between two of the practice rooms. The piano accompaniment he's improvising is being infiltrated by the wild, spiraling chords from next door: harsh twang of electric guitar bleeding into the fluting notes from the piano, poisoning the calm smile on his face into something far darker, far more annoyed. There are no other rooms left. His only option is knocking on his neighbour's door and hoping that they're reasonable enough to "keep it down, please."

His eye twitches as the door swings open and he comes face to face with you, of all people. You're much more polite than he anticipated, and just as messy with your appearance as he expected: band shirt so worn there's thin holes starting to appear, belt covering one of the loops of your pants, same scuffed shoes you wore to the concert (on further inspection, they appear to be trainers).

"Sorry, man," you say cheerfully, and he privately wonders how you can appear so blithely incognizant of others. You turn the amp down, but his day is nonetheless headed towards ruin.

Actually, I lied. Joint philosophy class you took as one of your additional credit classes, alongside some ancient language and programming. For some reason, you've been feeling on edge lately - your girlfriend has been laying out some pressed shirts for you to wear, and you've caught her staring at the worn clothes you can't bring yourself to wear. A fifth disdain, the rest an emotion you can't quite place. She gets you some high-end perfume. You've smelled it somewhere before.

You're late to that philosophy class, searching for some old cargos stashed deep inside the drawer you keep your clothes when you stay over - and the only seat left is next to the conductor, too intimidating for anyone else to squeeze behind. You let out a groan mentally - he seems like he fucking hates you, after all - but as you're setting your stuff down, you freeze.

It's the same perfume. Must be a coincidence, you think, all while Sunday's observing you in turn, wondering how someone can be so guileless about philosophy. Is this a filler class for you? Must be. He'd feel more pity for you, if you weren't scribbling crude comics in the back of your notebook. Is this what you do in whatever you major in, too? He could almost sneer.

You glance at him, and he looks away. Pressed shirt, chinos in the same shade that your girlfriend bought you - coincidentally. There's a growing pit in your stomach - borne from the orchestral ticket that went missing at her house after you told her about it, claiming she hadn't seen it.

It's a messy breakup, filled with an even messier follow-up as you return to your dorm, only to find your roommate problem worse than ever before, tears threatening to well as you explain yourself to the rooms officer who allocates you to the only person without a roommate on the other side of campus.

Of course it's the fucking guy your girlfriend had a crush on. You stand like an idiot in the doorway as he eyes you disdainfully (just like she did), the smile freezing in horror on your face as you meet his eyes. His pressed shirt seems to judge you as well, while the wings on either side of his head move backwards, as if in distaste.

"Let's get along?" Some form of those tentative words stretch into the awkward silence, but you already know it's a lost cause. Avoiding him would be the best solution to your problem; putting your head right down and working to maintain your stellar grades in physics.

Except, he seems to be everywhere you are. In the library while you put your headphones on max and bang out waves and optics, knocking on the practice room door when your slot is up and instantly developing a frown when you open it, pouring himself tea while you caramelise onions for your food, getting paired up with you for a stupid philosophy project in a class that you would've dropped if you could.

It's only when you fall asleep on the couch, partial differential equation sheets slipping from your grasp, laptop open on your chest, one tab on a surprisingly well-done powerpoint on analysing Plato's Forms, the other on an email from a supervisor with a link that he accidentally clicks while moving the laptop to the low coffee table next to you. It's an article, with your name emblazoned across the top. Scholarship student wins prestigious physics award - and he thinks, surely it must be a mistake. He shuts the laptop and searches the article up, scrolling through details of pristine grades and a short interview pasted under a photo of you with the award. His brow furrows, as he belatedly realises that, despite the stupid drawings coating your philosophy notebook, you never walked away from an exam with a frown or a downcast expression like many other classmates did.

It's a mistake. It's a mistake that he looked up your name, a mistake that he wakes up at night in a cold sweat to find your bed rumpled and the door ajar, a mistake that despite all reason, he stumbles awake and follows the lingering scent of your detergent down the accommodation stairs, a mistake that he leaves the keys in the dorm as it closes silently behind him, a mistake that he witnesses an argument in the foyer he has no business witnessing. A woman is pleading with a man with his back to the grey-haired Halovian, holding a box filled with clothes and textbooks that he recognises as the same ones you grimly ordered new a few weeks ago when you first moved in, staring blankly at the package when it came.

"What's going on here?" he asks coldly, only for her to immediately go silent as she notices him, face turning an ugly shade of puce, lips opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. The man turns, and he realises it's you, realises that your normally cheerful expression has turned bitterly emotionless.

"Nothing," you say, and that's what your frigid tone also indicates. "She's leaving."

"Mr Sunday! I apologise for the commotion," she starts, syrupy sweet. It's cloying. "But I had to talk to my boyfriend-"

Sunday feels a strange bout of annoyance - a fresh wave following the one that came with waking up at such an ungodly hour.

"Don't call me that anymore," you interrupt. It's the first time he's ever heard your voice sound so resolute, so disgusted. "Don't call me, don't text me, don't waste my breath by arguing-"

For the first time since like ever, his hand finds your shoulder, and he can feel the feverish heat of adrenaline pulsing through you. You startle, surprised, but you only give him a cursory glance back before you turn to her.

"Let's go," he tells you quietly.

"How do you know him?" she asks you suddenly, as though she has any right to. He vaguely remembers her sitting next to him in a divinity lecture, asking about the brands of what he wore, and he begins piecing things together. The emotions radiating from her rankle him.

"Get out before I call security," Sunday replies in your stead, and it seems this is what finally pushes her to the edge - tossing the box with your stuff at your feet while you stare blankly at the floor. It's not until the door slams shut that he finally notices the tears rolling down your cheeks, the hollow look you sport as you crouch to pick up the clothes spilling out past the cardboard. He doesn't know what to say to you. In fact, he doesn't know why he's still here, but despite his better judgement, he crouches down and picks up a worn copy of Sears and Zemansky's University Physics, carefully placing it amongst the pile of shirts that smell just like you. You don't thank him, you don't say anything, and neither does he - two people crouched on the foyer floor at the absolute arse crack of dawn, two idiots-

"Shit," he swears, patting himself down. He never swears, but tonight he can feel everything going wrong. It's then that you look at him, bewildered. "I forgot to bring keys."

Bizarrely, you laugh - half in shock, half in mania, and he gazes at you as though you lost your damn mind. The rooms officer is out, it's pitch black outside, and the two of you are still dressed in pyjamas - you in a particularly heinous ensemble.

"Library," you finally say after composing yourself, and it's not like he's got any other choice but to follow you, but he faintly remembers that it's... well... also closed at this time of night. You take a route to a small door at the back of the building that miraculously, swing open, and he glances at you in surprise: a strange feeling settling in his stomach as you rummage through your belongings to find an old wallet, grabbing two protein bars from the small vending machine and tossing it to him.

There's a question burning on his tongue as he follows you in between the rows of books, sitting down opposite you as you place your head in the crook of your elbow. It's silent, with only the sound of your breathing as he finally asks. "Isn't this against regulations?"

Your voice is muffled when you reply. "I fell asleep in here once after getting locked in, and the librarian's left a side door open since. We'll just leave close to dawn."

When he glances at the digital clock glowing bright green in the darkness, he inwardly curses - 3 AM. The two of you are due to present at 9 AM, and he can't afford to simply get a few meagre hours of sleep from dawn onwards.

He copies you, wearily placing his head on his forearm, but he finds he can't sleep - not with a looming deadline, not when he's rushed out full of adrenaline and annoyance. He glances up when he hears rustling, only to see you with a thick book cracked open, protein bar peeled open and half-eaten. "Can't sleep?"

The question startles him, as if he couldn't be anymore surprised. "I don't think I've ever had my sleep disturbed like this."

You turn the page. "I understand."

"Are you used to this?"

You glance at him, appearing to be contemplating your words. "Yes. I can handle the speaking tomorrow."

"Today," he corrects, but it feels less hostile than it might've had it been a different night. "What are you reading?"

It's... small talk - something that should've occurred when you first moved in, but now represents the most miniscule of thaws.

"Sci-fi." Another page turns.

"To poke fun?"

"Yeah," you look up, surprised - and it's clear that it comes from assuming he didn't know anything about you. "How'd you know?"

"Your assignments," he mumbles sheepishly into his sleeve, as if he hadn't read a whole article about you.

"Ah, yes, the joys of differentials. You know, the mode of transport they're using is labelled superluminal, but that..."

He's never realised it, but in the hazy green light filtering through the cold air, your voice is pretty relaxing - and before he knows it, he's drifted to sleep, your name resting faintly on his lips.

anyways was meant to be a lot shorter but I just went ham tbh, hope you like the expanded plot anon

also anon if you saw the notification and wondered where the post went I do apologise since I posted this when it was still half-finished and had to private it until I completed it </3

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

OK. SO THE PATHFINDER TOURNAMENT

In case you missed it, we're at the point in the D&D tournaments where I run out of polls before they finish, so we're starting the PF1e Bestiary 1 tournament in the downtime between rounds. ISSUE IS, to avoid D&D pulling another stunt like "trying to go back on a decades-old contract," they redid the Bestiary 1. Changed some art and names, remove things D&D might claim, added some redone monsters from other editions, and made some new ones. But that leaves the problem of where to draw the line on what to include!

So what I've eventually settled on is that if a remake is just a small change like a name or tweaked lore, I'll just make note of it. If there's new art but the rest is the same, they'll be SMASH options for which you'd prefer to screw. If there's a big change or multiple changes, I'll post 2 entries, old and new. Completely new monsters will also be in here, but any updated monsters originally in Bestiary 2 or 3 will be saved for those tournaments.

SO AS AN EXAMPLE! These are basically the same, just different art. So they're same entry with options of "Smash the green one, smash blue tentacle one, smash both/either, pass." All you people crying out for a both option in tournaments, have fun.

This green snake is also a renamed replacement, but since it also has lore and ability changes it's a different entry.

Make sense?

...While I have you here. Look at this homunculus. I love it. Not in the smash way. I just want this little winged potato to be my friend.

[mikachacha]

My oh my (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You're one of Bada's regular students, she always thought that you're pretty good at dancing and very pretty looking, too. One day she saw you dancing alone and decided to join you, leading into a steamy dance neither could forget.

Warnings: very suggestive theme, language

(A/N: Saw this option winning the poll that I set up and I was itching to write a new story 🥹 Also to atone for my sin of writing Getaway Car earlier 😭🫶)

🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸

You smiled at yourself at the mirror since you were the first one to be there. You're pretty sure that no one would be there until an hour or so, so you had a lot of time to practice this little something you're working on. You began stretching and getting yourself ready so you can begin.

"Okay.. Now we're ready.." you mumbled to yourself after warming up, smiling and connected your phone to the speaker so you can start dancing. You never expected yourself to become interested in dancing but Minah, your best friend, invited you to watch her and her group at JustJerk, you definitely got hooked in. It looked really fun and truth be told, you wanted to keep seeing Bada. She inspired you a lot and you may or may not have a huge crush on her.

You were way too lost in your own little world, dancing to My Oh My by Camilla Cabello that you didn't noticed the door open and Bada has been silently watching you the whole time. Bada couldn't deny that you looked so good dancing oh so sensually to the music. Swaying your hips to the music, your facial expressions matching the mood of the song and just your overall performance drew her in.

"Mind if I join?" Bada asked as the song ended and you could've sworn that you jumped 20 feet off the ground when you heard her speak. Your face was hot and you looked like a tomato when it dawned to you that she was watching you dance.

"Uh y-yeah sure.." you replied timidly, getting all shy when she's around. She smiles at you and stands behind you, watching your face with amusement through the mirror.

"You don't have to be shy around me, Y/N. You did pretty great earlier, so sexy. Mind if I do the male part?" Bada says and it made you blush even more but you nodded nonetheless. Your heart is beating so fast and it felt so hot inside the room all of the sudden even if the ac is on. The effect Bada has on you is insane.

You started the music again and began dancing. Bada did the same, matching your movements. You just let your movements flow with the music, you and Bada were touchy while dancing to the song playing. It felt electric, it felt amazing and you didn't want it to end.

"Fuck.. That was really good, Y/N." Bada praised as the music ended and you grinned, happy that you got a praise from Bada herself. You turned to her, a mischievous smile on your face. Bada cocked her eyebrow as she looks at you, waiting for you to say something.

"If I'm that good, shouldn't I get a reward?" you asked and she chuckles before pushing you against the mirror, pinning your arms above your head and effectively squishing you between the mirror and her body. She smirks, face close to yours.

"Indeed, you should get a reward for that perfomance.. Not only that you have a pretty face, Y/N.. You showed me some moves that are way too seductive for your own good.." Bada speaks and you wanted to melt from her words and from how close your faces are.

"Were you seduced?" you teased. There's no going back now, might as well go all the way in with the flirting. You may score a kiss from Bada and you could pass happily if that happens.

"Definitely, you pretty angel." she smiles and placed a kiss on your lips. It was gentle at first that slowly progressed to passionate kissing. You were full on making out with Bada inside that room and only stopped when you both heard people chattering outside. She lets you go not before stealing a quick kiss before winking.

You shake your head and tried to compose yourself, going at the back and Minah looked at you with a knowing smirk and you looked at her confused.

"You may want to wipe off that lipstick mark near your lips.. We saw everything." Minah whispered and your eyes widened in shock, wiping the said lipstick mark off and mentally kicked yourself for the fact that you made out with Bada and her team saw everything.

"Finally you guys kissed. You don't wanna know how much Bada is simping over you on our group conversations, it's ridiculous.." Cheche butted in which made you and Minah laugh. You're glad that you came early to the studio today.

[hubernies]

I saw that “raising their little witch” was a poll option for your hubernie fanbook’s bonus content—do you think you will write it? I’m really curious to see your take on them as parents 👀 especially Hubert since I don’t know how he’d be at it

First, thank you for asking and for your interest! I'm very sorry it took me so long to get around to answering this.

I do want to put this in the compendium, but I am coming up against two problems. The first is the file size; the uncompressed version of the compendium is nearly 700,000 MB and I've just managed to compress it down to 25 without too much quality sacrifice. But if I add a new story it will probably get too big. I need it 25 MB or less, or else I can't email it to people.

The second one is--the hubernie subsection of the fandom is small and the sub-subsection of the hubernie fandom who enjoys fankids is even smaller, and while this normally doesn't bother me, I hesitate to put off my readers too much. This is for charity and I want to be able to help people with it, and I’d hate for someone to decide not to donate because of that.

BUT. I absolutely love the idea of character analysis in the format of “how are they as parents?” So I will do my best to answer!

I’ve gone into lots of detail about how hubernie are as parents below the cut, but, TLDR: Their daughter’s name is Lorelei. She is a gifted young mage. Appearance wise—if you can picture Lucy van Pelt from Peanuts you’re almost there. Fluffy black hair that comes to her chin with a floral clip in the back. Big gray eyes. Her ambition is to make the Vestra Academy of Magical Engineering a lasting institution that guides Adrestia to a new age of magitech. Personality wise—the best and the worst of her comes from her parents…

Hubert hates his own father, as well as Bernadetta’s. This, plus his naturally protective nature, manifested in him trying very hard not to repeat the sins of his and Bernadetta’s fathers. He teaches Lorelei to value loyalty, and to stick to her principles. Lorelei showed a gift for magic at a young age, just as Hubert did, and this frightened him. It made him fear turning into his own father. Trying hard to avoid this, he did his best to tutor and train her one on one. Hubert is proud of the brilliant girl she became—a little too proud.

Hubert really values people who succeed on merit. This, combined again with his desire to Not Be His Father, meant that he praised Lorelei often. He took great interest in her schooling and in her training, and praised her results. This was good for their relationship, and Lorelei loves her father very much. They cherish their memories of training together. Hubert was raising her to carry on the Vestra family name, and praised her when she made a breakthrough. In Hubert's eyes, magical ingenuity is the future; it's how House Vestra will remain useful. This idea has been passed down to his daughter...for better or for worse.

In trying not to be his father, Hubert accidentally created a new problem.

Lorelei's self esteem hinges almost entirely on getting good results and on being useful to other people. That's what Hubert praised, after all--results! Father appreciates useful and talented people; that is what Lorelei wants, NEEDS, to be. When she's young she fancies herself a superior witch compared to her peers, because Father says she is, and Father is never wrong. She is EXTREMELY fixated on that idea. This sets her up for failure as a teenager and young adult.

One day, she goes to Morfis to study abroad. In Fodlan, Lorelei is a prodigy. But in Morfis? Nothing special at all, often struggling to keep up. As a result Lorelei worries she “lost her gift,” or worse, that her father might not be proud of her anymore. Hubert is willing to hear his daughter’s feelings, but often struggles to know just what to say.

As a mom, Bernadetta tried her best to not be HER father too. She loved reading with Lorelei and telling her stories, but writing new ones for her was Bernie’s favorite. Lorelei loves ghost stories—reading, writing, and telling them. Lorelei has many memories of holding her mother's hand and being fed by her.

However, old habits die hard for Bernadetta. She’s very overprotective as a mom, and that sometimes left Lorelei with a sense that certain things were a bigger threat than they actually were. She was resistant to Lorelei wanting to study under Annette in Fhirdiad because she would be so far away from home, but Lorelei internalized this as her mother not believing in her ability to handle herself. This happened when Lorelei was 13 and it took a couple years for them to patch this up.

Bernie’s father was very cruel to her, so Bernadetta tries to heal her inner child by praising her little one. This sadly ends up making Lorelei’s Former Gifted Child Syndrome worse when she’s older, although Bernadetta is more likely than Hubert to praise the Process, not the result. Lorelei admires her mother very much and tries to master the Magic Bow to make use of her Crest, which Hubert secretly disproves of.

Lorelei is studious, speaks politely, and values hard work, like her father. She is highly observant and loves to have a friendly debate. However, the combination of Hubert and Bernadetta has made her…very socially inept, despite their best efforts. Like her mother, Lorelei enjoys unusual plants and insects. She has a creepy/morbid sense of humor and loves writing scary stories. Lorelei has Bernadetta’s eyes and smile, and many of her toys were hand made by her mom as a baby.

Are they perfect parents? Not at all. But they love her very much and try their hardest.

Thanks so much again!