#sometimes it's hard to actually think of them and have them on hand

[tojbnuy]

since you guys are asking sooo nicely here is a part 3 teehee. part 1 part 2 . art by @ _3aem on twt!!

bestfriend!satoru who’s always buying you new jewelry. esp with your initials on them, you’ve got bracelets and necklaces in golds and silvers because he knows you like both.

bestfriend!satoru who calls you at night and will always convince you to turn it into a facetime. he doesn’t think you realize just how appealing you look with your hair down, big glasses on and a thin strapped pyjama top. said straps falling down your shoulder as your busy talking and he’s trying so hard to listen but how can he when your tits just look so good and from this angle he’s got a clear view. ‘toru are you listening?’ ‘yeah pretty carry on’

bestfriend!satoru who hates it but finds himself feeling slightly insecure when you’re engaged in conversation with nanami. he knows nanami can actually converse with you about the books you read and some of the movies you watch, something satoru’s been meaning to catch up on so you could have these conversations with him instead. he’s complaining to suguru as nanami hugs you goodbye and everything just gets worse when you walk over with the most adorable smile only to tell him that nanami was taking you to the theatre. why the fuck do you want to go to the theatre?

bestfriend!satoru who knows how childish it is but the next time nanami is in the room satoru has you pressed up against his body, his hands firmly gripping your ass as he looks dead into nanamis eyes. ‘ouch toru too hard’ ‘so sorry pretty girl your ass is just too perfect’

bestfriend!satoru who asks you for lip balm but he always means he’s going to kiss it off of you. plenty of times he’s left with your lip combo pressed onto his lips and chin.

bestfriend!satoru who places a blanket over the two of you when your friends are over. his index finger playing with the hem of your tiny shorts. when he sees you listening too closely to nanamis boring ass stories he grabs a handful of your shorts and hikes it up until the crotch is pressed directly against your clit. he smirks at the hiss that leaves you . ‘y/n you okay?’ spoken aloud and now everyone’s staring at your flushed cheeks and the firm grip you have on his bicep.

bestfriend!satoru who is mean and he knows he is but he can’t stand it when you go all quiet with him. he noses at your cheek and presses little kisses all over your eyelids as you try to keep a stern face. ‘sorry baby it was an accident, let me kiss it better?’

bestfriend!satoru who has an obsession with your lips. yes he may be obsessed with many things about you but your lips are truly his kryptonite they are his downfall. he cuts you off mid sentence a lot just to give them a quick peck. sometimes he even licks them cos he’s a perv. ‘toru you can’t keep doing that’ ‘but why baby? i just find you too cute’

bestfriend!satoru who smiles like a loser when you include him in your monthly photo dumps.

bestfriend!satoru who adores when you seem equally as annoyed when he gets female attention. he’ll elongate it for the fun of it sometimes just so you’ll get mad and that means you’ll probably be sleeping at his house tonight. you know because everyone else is wasting his time.

bestfriend!satoru who bites random parts of your body. your tummy is a frequent victim. sometimes when you’re on the phone and his head is laying your lap he’ll turn over and bite your tummy. then your thighs. sometimes fingers too.

bestfriend!satoru who is a ‘where my hug at’ warrior. as soon as he enters the function he expects a big hug from you. and if he doesn’t get one he is at you in a heartbeat ‘baby where’s my hug?’ and his hands are roamingggg all over you, not an inch of you untouched.

bestfriend!satoru who knows sometimes all you need is a little reassurance. no one gets you like he does and sometimes you truly just need to hear His voice telling you you’re okay. sometimes you crave him just like he constantly craves you.

bestfriend!satoru who drags his index finger across your lips as you sleep. sometimes even sticks his thumb between your parted lips.

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[mxtantrights]

Jason todd actually loves the holidays. But he has a hard time letting anyone know that. He's dealt with some tough shit. Death by joker, reincarnation by Ra's.

He didn't think that the holidays would be a thing for him. Why would it be? He has so much blood on his hands. Too much. He tries his best but sometimes it isn't good enough. He's no hero.

"Jay can you pass me the marshmallows?" you ask

He gets out of his thoughts. He reaches for the bag next to him and hands it to you. You thank him and continue on.

You're putting together your famous hot chocolate. He's never had it before. He met you in the early spring. Well he met you in late winter but you two weren't that close.

So as the seasons changed and you went from friends to something a bit more to a fully realized relationship, he found himself here. With you in the middle of winter.

About to try your version of hot chocolate.

It had all the works from what he can tell. He had the grocery list you sent him for the drink. Chocolate syrup, hot chocolate packets, big marshmallows, a bag of mini peppermints, and some of the sweet biscoff cookies.

He watches you work from near the oven, your back turned to him a bit. You pour the hot chocolate over the marshmallows in both cups. Then you swirl the syrup over that.

"Bub, can you break the peppermint for me?" you ask.

Jason, with a big smile on his face, grabs the bag of peppermints. He unravels about ten before you tell him it's more than enough. Then he places them in a ziplock bag. He reaches into the kitchen drawer to his side and pulls out the hammer.

Then he's carefully hacking at the candy. You watch him with a smile on your face. His tongue is peeking out of his mouth a bit from keeping concentration on the task at hand.

"Good?" he asks, then he lifts his head up.

You nod and he hands you the bag. You open it up and try to equally empty it over the two cups. Once the bag is empty you leave it on the counter.

Then you grab both mugs by the handles. You bring them over to Jason on the other side of the kitchen island. He takes the one in your left hand. But he waits for you to take your sip before he takes his.

His eyebrows go up. "Woah."

"Wait wait wait, hold on." you say.

You're quick to open the cookie bag. You hand him a biscoff. He watches as you take one of your own and dip it into the drink. He follows your move. Both of you take a bite of the cookie at the same time.

"Oh my god." he says with his mouth full.

You laugh, "I know. It's pretty great."

"How'd you figure out all of this tasted good together?" he asks.

You finish chewing and then take a sip. You put the mug down.

"My granny who isn't supposed to eat sweets, she told me this is the reason why. She had this every day when she was my age. Got lots of cavities and temporary allergic reaction to peppermint." you explain.

"Oh?"

You snicker, "She still drinks it every Christmas though. Whenever I come over and make it. You can have your second when she comes to visit."

"Introducing me to your granny, huh?" he teases.

You nod, "I plan on locking you down pretty quickly."

Jason smiles, and he doesn't know it but he also blushes. A red tint on his neck and his cheeks. You can't help to laugh at that. He takes another sip of his hot chocolate.

Yeah, he really loves the holidays. He loves you more.

[nsharks]

bleeding blue | part twenty-two preview

Five days. They're still here. You realize what's taking them so long; they're collecting food, drying meat into jerky and simmering wild strawberries into jams that Nereida cans. They have quite a lot of supplies with them. One of Kyle's backpack's is filled with ammo and another is stuffed with medicine. 

Kyle is easy to talk to. Nereida, too. Price—however—seems like he doesn't know what to think of you. Or maybe you're too insignificant to have crossed his mind much. 

That's fair. You don't need to all be friends.

Blue seems to like Ari. He's thirteen, two years older than her, which is evident in the way her head reaches his shoulders. She doesn't even say hi to you in the morning. Instead she shows him all her magazines and even the rabbits. He decides to name one Rocky, a friend for Grim. You can't be bothered; she needs another friend. Ghost isn't keen about them alone together, though. You heard him mutter to Kyle—keep an eye on him, Gaz.

The threat of summer starts to invite more and more sweat down your neck. Your hair has gotten so long. After tossing and turning on Ghost's bedroom floor, it became a nest of tangles. When Nereida, Ari, and Blue go for a dip in the pond, you go with them and soak it, then let the water settle so you can stare at your reflection. Blade sharpened, you saw a few inches off. Better. More practical. 

"I thought you were going to cut more," Blue comments.

"I don't want it that short, or else it's harder to braid."

As the two kids keep swimming, Nereida finds bunches of rosemary and seems more excited than you'd be about it. 

"It helps fight off odors," she explains when you ask. "Like when I have my period, so the Greys can't smell it as much."

When she puts it that way, you grab some, too. Then you start wondering about her and John. Do they have sex? They must. You've seen the way they are. Kisses to their shoulder and neck, arms around each other's waist. You've stared a few times only to catch yourself and quickly look away. How do they avoid pregnancy? You highly doubt either of them want to bring a new child into the world. You wouldn't.

Ari and Blue lay in the sun together. You scoot away to give them space, but overhear some of their conversation, anyway.

"Your dad is so cool."

Blue plays with a piece of her hair. "Oh? You think so?"

"Have you seen him? He's a beast. My uncle told me he got his name because no one could see him coming before he killed them."

"He can be a pain in my ass sometimes," Blue mutters. Her nose scrunches. "But he's taught me a lot of things. I'm pretty good with knives."

"Damn, I gotta see that."

She is beaming. "I'll show you when we get back."

Then, she leans over and whispers something in his ear. Whatever it is, he smiles and shakes his head in response.

She pulls away, sighing. "I wish you guys could just stay here."

Or maybe your dad will make us go with them, you think to yourself. In a way, it's comforting, that he is secretive with her, too. He still hasn't brought up the topic again. Either he hasn't decided, or he doesn't actually plan on keeping you updated. You try your best not to ruminate, but it's hard not to, especially when you have a hard time falling asleep on floorboards and are left with your thoughts in the dark. 

Which is why you're not feeling thrilled by the time you go into his room. He's already lying in bed, one hand bent behind his head while the other props open a book. He looks comfortable. Almost normal, even.

"How do you sleep with the mask on?" you remark, kicking off your shoes. 

His eyes lift from the page briefly. "Like a baby."

"How come Kyle has seen you without it and not me?"

His jaw flexes. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Twix."

"And mental sanity doesn't suit you."

A light huff. Then, "Nice haircut."

When the room is dark, Ghost must get tired of hearing you toss and turn. He flicks on the small lamp, and you squint from the sudden light, stuffing the pillow over your head. There's shuffling before a hand rips the pillow from your face and tosses it onto the bed.

"Just get in the fucking bed. I won't bite." The sight of him standing above you, sweatpants low on his hips, consumes your vision. His voice is low but demanding.

"What, together?"

"I want good sleep. M'not going to get it on the floor, or listening to you up all night, so get in." His eyes peer down at you, half-lidded, before he lowly adds, "I'll be a gentleman, if you're worried."

You lift up and ignore the offer of his hand. "I'm not worried."

To protest would be embarrassingly juvenile when both him and you know you want to sleep there. Yet—your heart thickens. He watches as you crawl into the bed where the ceiling slants, tucking yourself under the quilt and curling against the very edge so that your knees float over it. The springs groan to your left and then heady warmth spills over you. Ghost keeps to his side, flat on his back, with his hands lying on his chest. His elbow pokes into your back no matter how carefully you try to inch away, and his thigh just barely brushes against your backside. 

The bastard doesn't say a word, nor does he make an effort to give you more space so you screw your eyes shut and fall asleep to the sound of his breathing. 

[earlysunshines]

secret rhymes - 11. roomie (half-written)

a/n: and random idol landed on yujin (idk much ab her but hopefully enough for this to be accurate... hopefully)

the sound of the door creaking open pulled you from basically every thought racing in your head. you turn to see a girl stepping in, with a bag slung over her shoulder and a drink in hand. she freezes mid-step as she catches you in her eye, blinking in surprise.

"oh!" she says softly, though her voice carries a slight edge of surprise. "i didn't think you'd make it today."

"yeah, um, surprise?" you offer a shy smile, stepping aside from where you had been standing by your side of the room (the side with literally nothing present). "i just got here yesterday... stayed at a, um, friends place before arriving. you must be my roommate?"

"looks like it," she says, recovering quickly. she walks over and plops down on the edge of her bed. "i'm yujin, ahn yujin."

you look down at her extended hand before reaching over to shake it. her smile was genuine, and it eased you a bit.

"nice to meet you, i'm l/n y/n."

she tilts her head slightly, eyes scanning you a bit before she mutters, "this feels kinda real now."

you laugh softly, nodding as you sit on the edge of your bed. "yeah, it's kind of surreal for me."

there was a moment of quiet as yujin began sipping on her drink, and you began to unpack the bag beside you a bit. the silence wasn't that uncomfortable, you've been through worse, but it hung in the air like a question waiting to be asked.

"so," yujin starts after a beat, glancing over as you take out a pair of slippers. "are you nervous?"

"oh for sure," you admit with a slight chuckle. "you?"

"same." she says, laughing lightly. "but i'm kind of excited too. it's a very weird mix."

you nod, sensing the tension in the room dying down. "where are you from?" you ask.

"daejeon," she answers, "kinda far... so it's a bit different. i've never been so far away from home, but i got a nice scholarship here."

"that's funny, it's the same for me." you explain, "i'm actually from new york city, so this is really... different. i've been a couple times but... living here now? and university? it's kind of insane to me still. i got a full ride, couldn't turn it down, especially at a place like yonsei."

her eyes widen a bit, genuine curiosity sparking in them. "new york? wow. that must be amazing..."

"it has its moments," you respond with a shrug. "it's loud, crowded, and overwhelming sometimes. seoul seems a bit more peaceful, at least where i've been to in the past and yesterday."

yujin laughs at that, her eyes crinkling at the edges. "i guess every place has its ups and downs."

"i guess so."

the initial awkwardness completely melted away as you both talked about your hometowns, your expectations for college, and little things like favorite foods and your love for music. yujin had an easygoing way of speaking, and you could tell she was the playful type as she reminded you of some of your own friends. she was always attentive even when you weren't completely facing her as you unpacked, smiling at you in a way that made you feel like you'd known her a little longer than just a few minutes.

"i feel better now," yujin admits at one point, looking up from where she was folding her own set of clothes. "meeting you, i mean. i was worried i would get some super serious roommate, or someone really hard to get along with -- really just someone pretentious."

""well... am i any of that?"

"oh, far from that. trust me."

you snicker, "i'm glad. but i might be like that if you touch my snacks..."

"what? i would never. well... i do love snacks, so it depends." she gasps in a sort of mock offense, making you giggle.

"right... we'll have to see." you tease. "i think we're off to a good start for now. if you take my snacks, i might have to take yours back though..."

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[thisoldplace]

🌈 - 7 not including fictionkin stuff, that would make it too many to count

🌌 - I've always known I'm nonhuman in some way so I'm not really sure when I awakened ????

🎉 - both !!

👽 - Sometimes, it makes it harder to connect to people and knowing that I'll never be able to actually be me is really hard to cope with especially when dealing with BDD but knowing that there's other people out there like me makes it a little better

🧷 - I think it's a mix of things, stuff in my childhood, neurodivergency, psychosis, etcetcetc

💚 - I don't think I really have any beliefs I'm just me and that's all

⚧️ - No idea, I don't even know what I look like

🧤 - I have my necklace from wroef and I wear arm warmers like in wroef if that counts, though the arm warmers aren't really gear my hands just start freezing under 65° and it's extremely painful. I would really love to get nonhuman gear though !!

🏳️‍🌈 - yes !! I'm agender/lesbian/demiromantic/and asexual

🌚 - I think so, I think I answered this in a previous ask game but I don't remember

🌝 - Another one I think I answered before ?? I can't really think of ways it doesn't affect me, it's a huge part of who I am

💊 - depends !!

🤖 - It's been so long that I don't really know

🍁 - I was definitely born nonhuman !!

🧸 - probably not, there's a lot of foods I can't eat that my types eat because of really bad sensory issues, biggest example I can think rn is that I can't eat any type of fish at all despite my main type being a bear

🛍️ - I guess 2 online but we don't really talk too often idk

🍂 - It varies !! woods, meadowlands, saturn, old overgrown farmland

😺 - Some of them are !!

Alex's alterhuman ask game!

Reblog this post to let others ask you question(s)!

I tried to make this accesible to all alterhumans.

🌈 - how many _types do you have?

🌌 - when was your awakening?

👾 - is your _type real or fictional?

👽 - do you enjoy being a […] (therian, otherkin, ect. Just put your label here)

🧷 - what's the reason of your identity? You can say that you don't know. (Ex. "My theriantrophy is spiritual)

💚 - what are your beliefs? Does it affect your identity?

⚧️ - does your _type have a different gender/sex than you? Do you even know your _type's gender?

🧤 - do you own any gear? If yes, what is it?

🏳️‍🌈 - are you also a part of the LGBT+ community?

🌚 - do you experience shifts? If yes, what kind of shifts do you experience most often?

🌝 - how does your identity affect your everyday life?

💊 - is your _type more nocturnal or does it prefer daytime?

🤖 - for how long do you know about your identity?

🍁 - do you think that you were born with your identity or has it "started" during your life?

🧸 - does your _type affect your diet?

🛍️ - do you have alterhuman friends? If yes, in real life or in the internet?

🍂 - what is your _type's natural territory/home?

😺 - is your _type an animal?

That's all byeeee :3

[deputyrook]

Drabble - Sleepwalking

Word count: 1200-ish

Rook wakes up after Spite has crawled Lucanis into her bed in the middle of the night. Soft, short Lucanis/Rook drabble!

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See, it was funny. Rook was pretty sure she’d been alone when she’d gone to bed.

Now, as Rook stirred from her sleep and shook off the remnants of the dream she’d been having- something about Assan stealing her copy of Swords and Shields and having to chase after him- she realized someone had crawled into bed with her.

Bracketed against her chaise, Rook was lying on her side facing inward, her back to the fishtank and whoever had decided to come in for a midnight snuggle. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and a face was pressed against the back of her neck. The beard tickling her skin and the light smell of coffee didn’t leave a whole lot of mystery as to who this was, which was the main reason she wasn’t already elbowing herself free.

Lucanis. His entire body was flush against hers, like he’d deliberately tried to get as close to her as possible. She’d almost kissed him in the pantry the other day, but he’d backed out at the last minute. Now here he was, one of his legs slotted in between hers, holding her pressed to his chest like she was a life-sized teddy bear.

Heat began to rise in Rook’s cheeks. Holy hell.

While she was contemplating what to do, she heard the sound of a soft snore in her ear. Okay, so he was asleep. Given how tightly he was holding her, Rook didn’t think she’d be able to extricate herself from this situation without waking him. Which she didn’t necessarily want to do, because Lucanis slept so sparingly in general. It was good that he was resting, he needed sleep.

Could this have something to do with Spite?

The embrace didn’t last that long, however warm and comfortable it actually was. Lucanis shifted in his sleep, his hips moving against Rook, and her intake of breath was so sharp and so loud she immediately knew it would wake him.

And it did. 

“Hm?” Lucanis groaned, face pulling away from her back. And then he realized where he was.

“Qué mierda? Madre mía!” His voice was alarmed, and he scrambled away from Rook so quickly that he fell off her chaise entirely, falling backward onto the floor.

Rook rolled over to look at him. Lucanis was staring at her, eyes wide, with pure panic written across his face. She was glad to see she wasn’t the only one blushing, as heat was quickly making his ears darken a mottled red. As they stared at each other, Lucanis’ mouth opened, and then shut again. He was speechless.

She couldn’t help it. First, it started as a snicker, but soon Rook was laughing so hard that she had to press a hand over her mouth to stifle the noise.

“It’s not funny, Rook,” Lucanis said, a bit lamely, but she could see the relief flooding through him.

“It’s a bit funny,” She countered, “Are you going to explain, or just lie on the floor looking stunned?”

With a sigh, Lucanis flopped onto his back, and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes darted to Rook before pointedly looking away from her. She couldn’t help but notice he also avoided looking at her fishtank, his gaze instead settling on a random spot on her ceiling.

“I have no idea. I think Spite is becoming a bit fixated on you. He was going on about wanting to talk to you, about escaping. He doesn't make any sense, half the time,” Lucanis huffed in irritation, “Normally if I fall asleep, he tries to walk around or leave the Lighthouse, not...this.”

A silence stretched between them. Rook fiddled with the hem of her sleep shirt.

“To be honest, I didn’t really mind,” She said finally. Fuck it. “I mean, you need to sleep sometimes. Better Spite wants to, uh, cuddle up than take you on a field trip.” Was that too forward? He had backed away after their almost-kiss, but then he had also, later, implied that he wanted to go through with it but felt he couldn’t. For whatever reason.

It was practical. Rook decided, sneaking a glance at Lucanis. Nothing to do with his entire body pressed against mine, holy maker that was hot, and also just so cozy? I think he can hold me forever and we can never leave this room and I’d die happy.

Lucanis pushed himself back to a seated position, his body facing her. When she looked at him, she saw a hard-to-read expression on his face, something between confusion and affection. It was a gentle, raw thing.

“You’re...” Lucanis ran a hand over his face, thinking, clearly still so exhausted, “unbelievable sometimes, Rook.”

She couldn’t help but smile. Better to take that as a compliment. “So I’ve heard. You know, there’s still a few hours until dawn. If you want to-” she cleared her throat, faltering, “I mean, Spite was a little grabby, but if you want to sleep beside me, there’s a lot of room up here. I know this is more comfortable than that so-called ‘bed’ of yours in the pantry.”

Ah, she’d definitely gone too far that time. It was like her MO, to finally get somewhere, but then push her luck and fuck things up. She’d probably push him away with this suggestion, too. And then she’d end up even more embarrassed about it than he was, because it made her feel just a little pathetic, to keep after this crush on him like a hopeful puppy.

But then again, she’d woken up to him snuggling up to her. So.

Rook blinked in surprise as Lucanis stood, and then sat down on the edge of her chaise. He hesitated there, as if he himself couldn’t believe what he was doing. Looking at Rook nervously, he said, “Well, unlike Spite, I happen to be a gentleman. So, if that offer was serious...”

Grinning, Rook laid back down, shifting aside to give Lucanis more room on her bed. He still sat there, looking down at her for a moment, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Again, his expression was fond, and so vulnerable that it made Rook's chest ache.

Then, with a very soft smile of his own, Lucanis laid back down beside her, pulling up Rook’s blanket back overtop of them both. 

They both slept more soundly than they had in a long time.

[nephriteknight]

okay i need to talk about the Voice of the Hero (this became a much longer ramble than i expected but here you go)

throughout the game, the Hero almost never takes action. he'll express his disapproval, he'll make his case as hard as he can, but he never defies your choices or moves your hand. most of the time, once you've made a choice he disagrees with he'll even back your play. many times the Hero tells the other voices that the player is "the decider", and that they shouldn't be doing things against his will.

the only times i can think of when the Hero takes action are to prevent the player from acting against their will. he tries to stop the Broken from making us kill ourself, and even then only when the Narrator reminds him he can do so. he tries to stop Skeptic and Paranoid from preventing you from throwing away the blade in the Cage, but they physically overpower him (lmao). he keeps the body alive in Nightmare, but only after Paranoid shows him its possible; similarly, he'll help us throw ourselves into the basement in the Wraith, but only after Paranoid/Cheated suggest it and the player agrees. maybe there's other examples i'm forgetting or haven't seen yet (i am so close to 100 percenting this game but not quite yet) but these are the only examples i could come up with.

most of the other voices, meanwhile, do take action at one point or another. the only ones that don't (at least not that i can remember), are the Cold (who doesn't much care what you all do and likes having a decider to cut boring arguments short) and the Opportunist (who's whole thing is sucking up to whoever's in charge). the Hero, though, doesn't have such a clear cut reason. sure, an argument could be made that part of his heroic-ness is preserving the players agency, but you could just as easily argue that a hero would try to stop the player from ending the world or from slaying Princesses the Hero trusts. i think the real reason he doesn't act on his own is that he doesn't believe in himself.

in the Razor, the Hero says that he's "terrible at spotting liars", and in the Nightmare he asks the Paranoid to decide who to trust because he doesn't trust his own judgement. if you leave with the Princess at the end of the game, he thanks you for making the hard choices along the way. the Hero will always side with you; even if you ignore him and choose to slay Princesses he trusts, even if you decide to force him into an eternity of boredom he very much does not want (while the Skeptic does fight back against you), whatever it is, the Hero decides to trust your judgement over his own. (i think the only time you can actually get him to give up on you is pledging to the Tower? and even then all he does is sulk in a corner, he doesn't try to stop you from acting on your decision, even though its going to end the world.)

the thing is, most of the time i appreciate the Hero for letting us make our own choices, but sometimes the voices' actions are good. the Hunted's reflexes are the best example, and that's not the only time a voice takes control and helps keep us alive. but the Hero never intervenes on his own -- not until the very end of the game.

if the player tries to reject his help during the final battle, the Hero tells you that he's taking you to the heart anyways. he knows this is what you need to do, he knows this is the only way you can do what you've decided to do - so he ignores you, and he saves you. he's still backing your plays, he's still helping with your goals rather than overriding them, but he knows what he's doing. he's confident in himself, and he ignores your choice because he knows he can help you. and he's right!

[postm0rt3m]

mdni!

smut. barely any plot. lol!

crazy eyes.

you’ve seen crazy eyes before. the crackhead down the street, a mugshot on the morning news, an enemy soldier on the battlefield ready to give his life for their evil cause. its nothing that really phases you anymore. living in a random podunk area of manchester, its something you see a lot (and not just on the field) more than most people would think.

but never in your life have you been fucked with crazy eyes before simon riley. and, god, if it doesn’t get you absolutely feral.

simon riley, or “ghost,” as most people call him, is one of the very few people you’re specifically not supposed to have relations with. but… it just adds to the thrill, right?

he’s actually quite sweet, when you get him in private. he’s a nuzzler! he loves to bury his face in your neck, or lie on top of you. so what if you can’t breathe.. he’s basically a big warm weighted blanket! just a 250 pound one!

and the first time you guys had sex, he was as gentle as could be. well.. as he could be.. considering his uh.. massive.. situation..

he’s a big boy! so obviously, you expected him to be big. it just works proportionally. but jesus christ, he’s all of eight inches (probably more, hard to tell when he’s ramming it into your stomach) and thick. like.. stretches you thin, type thick. and thats just soft!

so of course, he tried his hardest to be a sweet gentleman your first time. and a lot of times afterwards! but sometimes.. he can’t control himself. which is where you are now!

you and the entirety of the 141 just got back to base from a strenuous and harrowing mission. many lives were almost lost, and many bad calls were made. “its part of the job,” you tell yourself, and so do most of the other members. because, really, it is a part of the job.

but lieutenant riley doesn’t see it that way.

out of the many bad calls made, he made two. two. simon riley never makes bad calls, let alone multiple on one mission. so, safe to say, he is pissed. and when simon is pissed, there’s no calming him down. only he can calm himself down.

you can barely keep your eyes open, the only thing grounding you being the occasional scratch of the brick wall on your back where your shirt is ridden up and the dig of his nails into your thighs.

you found him pounding his fists into a punching bag in the training room, blood dripping down his knuckles and onto the floor. you felt horrible! you’ve never seen your secret man so distraught after just a few bad calls. truly, they weren’t even that bad! no one got hurt from them!

so, as a good future wife girl would, you offered to help him relieve his stress. in your mind, you were thinking maybe a back massage, a cuddle afterwards! um.. no. you were wrong. sorry.

“fuck, lovie — bloody tight, ain’t she?”

you can’t even get out a verbal response, your eyes rolled back as obscene moans, whines, and just about every noise imaginable escapes your lips. not to mention, the growl in his low, gruff manchester accent just adds to your pleasure and cock-drunk state. although a snarky comment does play at the back of your mind, along the lines of ‘yes, simon, she is tight, because you stuck your cock in me within five minutes of us getting in here.’

his hips are pistoning into your own at an almost ferocious pace, his hands gripping into the backs of your thighs and holding them in place against your chest as he traps you between him and the wall of his room. you can feel the pulsating warmth of his cock, the feral pace he’s set ingraining each vein into the lining of your sopping cunt.

you flutter your eyes open in an attempt to look at him, just for them to cross a split second later and your head fall back rather hard against the wall as a dark chuckle rings through your ears, the vibrations of his chest against yours instantly going south.

once you do manage to finally get your eyes open, you tilt your head down to look into his own eyes. and holy shit.

this man is looking at you like he’s about to fucking murder you. his eyes are widened, pupils blown out, that same intense look you remember oh so well from the battle field. his mask is tugged back down over his chin (although you could’ve sworn you left it up!), so thats all you can see. his eyes. those eyes.

i mean, sure, you’ve had people look at you like that before. its an almost every day occurrence in your line of work. but.. jesus christ.

your eyes almost instantly roll back once more, that familiar pool of heat in your stomach spreading through your entire body.

suddenly you feel his heavy palm slam down on your skin, a loud moan escaping your lips from the schlap! of his sweaty palm against your warm thigh.

“fuckin’ look at me. you tha’ fucked out you can’t keep those pretty lil’ eyes open?”

you hear him growl out, his rough fingers digging so hard into your skin you know theres going to be bruises tomorrow.

a few moments go by before you can actually process his words, your eyes opening as much as you can get them to as you stare straight into his widened and crazed eyes, the intensity of his gaze burning straight through your entire body.

“good girl. look’t you, listenin’ so well even when i’m fuckin’ ya raw, ay?”

he coos, although you can’t really tell if he’s mocking you or actually praising you. to be quite honest, you don’t care either way.

you babble out a response, along the lines of “please!” or maybe “simon!” which prompts another low chuckle in return.

you’re not sure what happened to your sweet love-making simon! you can’t really bring yourself to complain, but the stark difference from those love-struck eyes to these murderous ones just do something to you. (gets you absolutely soaked, plain and simple!)

just thinking about it is what brings you to your absolute train wrecker of an orgasm, staring dead into his gorgeously terrifying eyes until you physically can’t keep your eyes open anymore.

“bloody hell.. ther’ya go, love. makin’ a right mess all over my cock. you always come that hard?”

oh, but don’t worry, you’ll get him back for all that mocking. two can play that game, right, lovie?

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🙂

thats all i have to say (why is the emoji so big) (if u saw this post already no u didnt.. i hated the formatting so i had to repost)

actually.. this was inspired by this tiktok slideshow i saw once of this guy with a shiesty and he was showing his crazy eyes and he was sitting on a staircase i think and i was gonna link it but COULDNT FIND THE VIDEO BRUH.

also this has been sitting in my drafts gor weeks so sorry for the rushed ending.. just pretend like they both cum and live happily ever after ya

[dekariosclan]

Epilogue Friend Gale is great I love him so much but your post brought to mind something I saw a while ago

When Tav chooses to refuse his proposal, he's still ever the gracious host and friend, still offering an invitation to visit him sometime, maybe even be a guest lecturer, I think!

I wonder though how friend Gale might feel about Tav who is his ex, who he may still have feelings for, who may also still have feelings back for Gale, and how he may go about winning Tav's heart once again?

Thank you for sending in an ask that takes a gut-punch of a scene (WHO COULD DECLINE GALE’S PROPOSAL?!?!!?!!?) and ends up turning it into a happy ending! Truly an anon after my own heart! did i actually send this ask in to myself 🤔

There’s just one caveat I want to add to your scenario, which is that: There’d have to have been a damn good reason that Tav had to break up with Gale/not stay with him at all. Because Gale is so loyal and devoted (waits for Tav even when they abruptly go to Avernus!) that I could not see him willingly taking the risk of giving his heart to Tav a second time if they rejected him for a frivolous reason.

But if there WAS a good reason—perhaps something in Tav’s past that they’d been obligated to finish on their own, and they weren’t able to commit to Gale as a result—then I think upon their reunion at the Epilogue party and especially when Tav visited Waterdeep, Gale would have to do his best to hide just how much his heart still belonged to Tav. And he would absolutely fail on all counts.

In other words, he’d be so adorably sweet and flustered and charming that I don’t think he’d need to try very hard to win Tav’s heart again.

He still would try, of course; he’d be absolutely over the moon at Tav accepting his invitation to visit him in Waterdeep, and would take great pains to pull out all the stops (the food and drink being absurdly high quality as we’ve noted). But he’d also fret about the accommodations in his Tower, whether the guest bed was good enough, what kind of music Tav would like, etc. He’d be in a bit of a frenzy of preparation.

The irony would be that when Tav arrived, despite Gale doing everything he could to impress them with the surroundings, the only thing they really would be focused on was Gale himself. How sweet he was, how effortlessly kind he was, how soft his eyes looked when he smiled at them.

How much they’d missed him.

I don’t think it would take long at all (maybe a week? maybe two?) before their conversations turned from how long Tav planned to stay, to Tav being welcome to stay as long as they’d like, to wondering why Tav would need to leave at all?

Gale would be ridiculously happy of course, and the very first thing he’d want to do is join Tav in sharing the joyous news with Tara.

Tara’s happiness, on the other hand, would be about what you’d expect:

“Oh. You again. Shall I tell Mrs. Dekarios that the prospect of grandchildren is back on the table then?”

“TARA!”

[bones4thecats]

New anon appears! (🐝 emoji icon)

Head empty, only TFP S/O with sparklings concept idea from your list! :D

Really thinking about the S/O concept with either Ultra Magnus or Knockout but it's up to you!

Sorry it's my first time ever requesting a fix from someone so my bad if I'm doing it wrong D:

┗ They're Their Dumb Kids; TFP × S/O ┛

Characters: Arcee, Ultra Magnus, Knockout, and Breakdown (Transformers Prime) A/N: Hello there, 🐝Anon! I'm thankful you like that prompt, I was really into the thoughts of them being step-parents to these kids and proving themselves worthy mentally. Hope you do like the Ultra Magnus and Knockout parts! Also, you did perfectly fine on requesting! Not to shabby for a newbie! ⇘ Summary: Having a child and proving your worth to yourself is hard enough, but when that child isn't yours, it can be harder than ever for the person who just earned the title.

Thought I should mention this too, the father's of the sparklings in each pieces are: Arcee's -> Soundwave / Ultra Magnus' -> Dreadwing / Knockout's -> Makeshift / Breakdown's -> Wheeljack

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🏍️ When you joined the Autobots, everyone knew how protective you were of your sparklings. Two little ones, the female you named Compass, and the male your deceased lover happily named Trident.

🏍️ Trident's arms matched Soundwave's, though they were a completely different color. One of the first moments Arcee began to bond with Trident, had been insecure of his appendages, only seeing the evil that came from them. Also known as; his sire.

🏍️ She laid a servo on his shoulder pad and smiled, telling him it wasn't his CNA that defined who he was, but how he acted and what he decided to do. He may look like Soundwave in certain ways, but that didn't mean he was like him in reality.

🏍️ Arcee absolutely adored Compass when she first spoke. She transformed into a tiny computer that could wire itself to any kind of technology and hack like nothing. And, unlike her brother, she had no sense of insecurity, rather, she found it cool that she could do that.

🏍️ Your sparkmate does enjoy spending time with the two, though, sometimes her own insecurities flare up and cause her to believe she would eventually fail in keeping them safe.

🏍️ Every time you three see this, you come up from behind and hug her, giving her so much love that it would make Cupid hurl.

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🎖️ Ultra Magnus was surprised that Optimus allowed you to have your sparkling around, as they were the spawn of a Decepticon. Specifically, Dreadwing. Everyone, even humans, could tell that your female sparkling took the most after her sire.

🎖️ She had the same guarding around her face, including the little movable points around her face plate. She also had fairly large wings for her smaller build. These wings almost reached the size of one of Soundwave's arms, shockingly enough.

🎖️ Ultra Magnus, despite the concerns at first, does enjoy to be around your sparklings. Your two boys, Coil and Backway, both enjoyed to be with him. They were the first to actually accept Ultra Magnus as a sire-figure, which made him loosen up slightly.

🎖️ On the other hand, your only female sparkling, Ember, was more reluctant. She loved her biological sire so much, despite his alliances, and it was hard moving on from him. But, as Ultra Magnus began to lead and show his emotions more with her, she opened up and accepted him.

🎖️ He understands he can't replace Dreadwing, and he does honor him after the war with your sparklings. And it's this actions that brings them closer together. There are no outsiders in your family.

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🪚 Makeshift and you were a match made by Unicron. A complete mess of a bond that ended in a complete blaze. And it was through this bond that three mechs were created, each different completely yet similar by one thing: they were all named by your old friend, Knockout.

🪚 Your oldest, Buzzjaw, your second oldest, Savvy, and your youngest, Snowdrift, all adored Knockout. Because Makeshift was never involved in their lives and development, Knockout became their sire figure through and through.

🪚 Buzzjaw normally keeps to himself, staying just as silent as his sire, but, whenever he spends some one-on-one time with Knockout, he becomes more talkative than a parrot. Meanwhile, Savvy is naturally talkative, and loved to learn about different parts of the Cybertronian body.

🪚 Finally, you have Snowdrift. Snowdrift is by far Knockout's favorite sparkling of yours. He always has a completely blank face due to his mask, but Knockout can tell what emotion Snowdrift feels just by looking into his optics. This makes your youngest feel less like an outsider in his family, and more like a central piece in it.

🪚 You love seeing Knockout telling a story about a successful mission. But, you also love it when your boys end up seeing you buffing your sparkmate down. They have ended up holding back their laughs at seeing the prideful mech all scratched up.

🪚 Oh yeah, he also has this urge to keep the three perfect looking. Meanwhile, each of them (mainly Savvy) will get scratched up so badly that it almost causes Knockout to literally knock himself out

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🥊 You despised Wheeljack with a passion. Back on Cybertron, he was the perfect mech. He was polite and he understood everything you said. But, after the war began, he just completely changed, becoming a bot you couldn't recognize. This led to a fight in which you left his side for the Decepticons, since your closest friends were on that side. Including Breakdown.

🥊 During the fight, Wheeljack had taken two of your boys, Oilbite and Wildfeather. This angered you so much, you had to be put away for a few Earth weeks due to your anger issues. During that time, Breakdown began to bond a lot more with your three other sparklings.

🥊 Riot, your second oldest, did enjoy Breakdown being around. He wanted to smash everything in sight a majority of the time, as he inherited your anger issues and Wheeljack's, but, after speaking with the blue-Decepticon, he learned to control his anger better, which pleased you.

🥊 Whistle, the middle child, just adored Breakdown. She loved seeing him fight and enjoyed spending time with her uncle Knockout. She would spend hours in the medbay with the two of them, hanging around and learning about everything the two knew. It was honestly heartwarming.

🥊 Turbine and Ace, your twin youngests, were the ones that Breakdown was most nervous about being around. But, with the help of Knockout and you, his confidence rose high enough for him to reach out and begin raising the two youngsters. They just love him so much, and his spark almost melted when they called him their sire for the first time.

🥊 On the other hand, the two that Wheeljack took just glared at Breakdown. But, when the war finished and they actually began to speak with you and their distant-siblings, they realized just how much of a crucial role Breakdown played in their growth. Hell, even Wheeljack had to admit, the guy sounded pretty cool.

[lunaandco]

dom!gavi nsfw alphabet

pairing: gavi x reader

summary: headcanons of dom!gavi in bed

warnings: obviously nsfw, rough sex

sub!gavi version // masterlist

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's the king of cuddles. He's already very touchy and clingy on his day to day life, but after spending the night with you, it's even more.

He's terrified of coming across as too much while in bed and the aftercare is as much a way of reassuring him that you're alright, as it is of making sure he knows you enjoyed his intensity.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Of his? His shoulders. He loves the way you cling to them when he's fucking you; the little kisses you give him there from time to time or the way you stare at them. It's obvious you find them hot and he likes that.

Of you? Your neck. There is no way he's passing out on the chance of kissing your neck, sukcing and licking there. He knows all the sensitive spots and loves seeing you with his marks all over. He sometimes likes to rest his hand on your neck like a collar.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He loves cumming on you.

If he has to wear a condom —whether bc lack of birth control or just recently met you, he will pull out and jack off above you—ass, face, tits, not a single part of you is safe, it would depend on his mood.

If there is any birth control method available—pills, iud implant... he's cumming inside, he loves watching his cum drip out of your fucked out pussy.

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

He wants to try anal but is scared you will think he's too filthy.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a bit shy, so it takes him a while to dare to talk to girls. His sudden rise to the first team forced him to come out of his shell. He's had more chances than the average 20yo guy, but I don't think he's more experienced than the average. A few flings here and there, three to four steady girlfriends...

F: Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. He has all the power there, gets to see how he's sinking into you and how your ass bounces with each thrust. He also loves grabbing you by the hair or your neck and lifting you up until your back is pressed to his chest.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He's a ball of fluff and goof normally, but when he gets horny, suddenly everything is very serious. He frowns a lot and in the beginning you thought he was pissed at you, but he was actually turned on.

He doesn't do many jokes in bed, but if you burst out giggling for whatever reason, ge will follow no matter what.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)

He's usually well groomed, takes care of it as often as he does the legs or the chest. He likes having a happy trail tho

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's intense, his body always glued to yours one way or another. It doesn't matter how hard or rough he's fucking you, he's always as close as he physically can. There is a lot of eye contact too, he's always checking to make sure you're enjoying it, specially in the beginning when you don't know each other that well.

J: Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Often. Probably everyday, if he's not around you. When you're together, he still keeps the habit. He likes having some me time regularly, it's something intimate he won't give up just because he has a partner. Also because he's horny 24/7 lol

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Brat Taming: Gavi loves putting you in your place. Whether you're just disobeying or just teasing him, he will become a very bossy, forceful dom, always pushing you and manhandling you into doing what he wants you to. He won't shy away from spanking or choking, delighted at the startled noises you make and the bruises in your skin.

Jersey Sex: Wear his kit and soon you'll be bent over the nearest surface. Seeing his name and number in you back always gets him going. Once, you borrowed a Madrid shirt from your brother, just to see what Gavi would do. To this day, it's the hardest fuck of your life.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Usually the bed, but he's also very into any surface he can bend you over, like the kitchen counter, the loving room table or the bathroom sink.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you're touching him, turn the caresses into slow, focused movements and he'll be yours. Like it was mentioned earlier, seeing you on his kit���or his clothes in general will turn him on. However, he's still very young and temperamental. He gets horny with very little.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with food. It's messy—and not in the fun way.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes eating you out and having you squirming on his tongue, but he's still a boy. There is nothing he loves more than seeing you on your knees, struggling to take him, a mess of saliva, tears and pre cum.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Fucks like he plays and with that I think I say it all. He's a beast, fierce and sharp.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Did you really stay the night at Gavi's if you do t have a morning quickie before you need to go to work/training?

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Gavi is young and there is still a lot of things he wants to try. He has a bucket list of different stuff that you like to pick over when you're in the mood for something new.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

As commentators like to say in matches, Gavi has three lungs. He lasts a while, definitely more than you sometimes, but it gets you off when he uses your body after you've been exhausted like you're some sex doll.

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's too afraid to buy them himself, but if you have your own, he won't gave any trouble in using them on you.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Not much. He's direct and straight to the point, even if the point is touching your body for hours at an end before actually fucking you.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not a stranger to groans and grunts, his voice is one of your biggest turn ons and he takes advantage of it. He gasps a lot specially when you're sucking him off.

W: Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Gavi loves it when you scratch his back as he fucks you. The embarrassment of his teammates noticing the marks and mocking him is completely worth it, if he gets to feel the reminder of your pleasure every time he moves.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Average length, but rather on the thick side. The stretch is nice but not uncomfortable.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Every day, sometimes twice a day. Depending on the calendar, adrenaline can get him even more horny. Gavi does not care if you're on your period, he needs to have you and he'll have you no matter what.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty fast. Between all the football and fucking, he's usually exhausted by the end of the day. It's normal Gavi to pass out mid sentence during the aftercare, which you find quite adorable.

[asarigg]

I just wanna talk about how Aoba would navigate having DID...and how he would do it in regards to like Koujaku..and you're a like-minded individual 💪😼. Anyways anyways, in all seriousness I do headcanon Aoba has having DID. I'm pretty sure Sly is an alter (and that's another reason why he does go by Sly), and Shiroba could be an alter but I haven't thought about it all too much. I think in a domestic situation Aoba would have to learn to get along with Sly and not like surprise him or whatever because that would definitely make it worse. And while I think Sly got them into a lot of trouble during their teen years, I also see him as sort of the protector of them and of Aoba. I think that Aoba experienced a lot of trauma during his childhood and created Sly, but Aoba was not aware of Sly as an Alter until much much later in his life when he finds out he has scrap. I don't really have a theory yet for why Sly fronted for most of Aoba's teen years but I'm working on it. But I know that whenever Aoba got into his "accident" it kinda threatened Sly a little bit so he backed off of Aoba and just kinda let him be.

As for why I think he also acts a protector depending on the way you look at Sly, is for parts in the game where he fronts. Specifically during Mink's route, when Sly shows up I believe it was a way of protecting Aoba from experienceing further trauma. Sly did not want him to get anything negative from that situation. I do wish we got to see more of Sly in a less-violent light because I genuinely do believe he serves an important role in Aoba's life.

I think once Aoba becomes aware of Sly, he realizes that they need to learn to navigate life together because Sly isn't going anywhere. So this is where his life with Koujaku comes in...hear me out hear me out. I think that like sometimes while the two of them were going about life Sly just starts fronting sometimes and I think he likes to playfully tease Koujaku and just like messes around with him; not in a bad way but in an endearing way. I thinkSly gets jealous of Aoba sometimes, especially when he sees him getting positive attention from Koujaku. And on the other hand, I think Koujaku would originally have a hard time kinda getting along with Sly but after a while he becomes okay with him and realizes that if he truly loves Aoba he's gonna have to accept that Sly is always going to be a part of him.

This part is just kinda fluff but I think after Sly gets to know Koujaku, he's super lovey-dovey with him while he's fronting. So like he'll like to cuddle Koujaku and give him hugs and even pecks on the cheek; he also play's with Koujaku's hair a lot. I think Sly finds Koujaku's tattoos to be very interesting and likes to admire them a lot. I think that's all I have at the moment. Thanks for coming to Yap session.

I pretty much agree with almost everything you said haha

I don't know much much about DID but I've always seen Sly as the protector because like you said he always appears when Aoba's in trouble. Not only being physically attacked but also when he's mentally exhausted as we see in his adolescence and in Koujaku's bad ending. Aoba had experienced loneliness and abandonment twice already at the church, then his parents leaving him, so watching Koujaku go probably provoked him a substantial amount of anxiety and restlessness knowing what it meant and was scared of going back to those feelings. Mixed with actually being lonely, it was basically the cherry on top, making his mind step back to "rest" and Sly taking control because someone had to. Kinda funny that low key Koujaku provoked both of them? lol

I feel like the image people usually have of him, specially if they don't play the true route, makes them think that he comes out when there's violence because he likes it. Which, like, he does, but he doesn't take control because of that, he's just protecting Aoba. Makes me wonder why wouldn't he do the same when Aoba gets kidnapped by Vitrip, other than for the sake of kink I can only think that it would be giving them what they want I guess. It's not like they aren't satisfied anyway so it's ass regardless.

It's really nice to think about Aoba realizing that and coming at peace with Sly. I guess he has two protectors, Sly protects him from outsiders, and Ren protects him from himself. And ABSOLUTELY, I wish we had more of Sly ugh 😭😭

I'm always thinking about all the possibilities on how would Sly behave and interact with Aoba and Koujaku in the good ending and I'm always changing stuff, but as you mentioned him messing with Koujaku and being jealous gets in the mix almost every time. I feel like he'd have a lot of trouble confronting his feelings towards Koujaku and not being able to accept them, specially considering that when he gets to control their body it's mostly in a violent environment, so when he meets Koujaku's tenderness it creates conflict. I've always seen the "them not getting along" in the beginning coming mostly from this, so I think it would be more of a Sly causing trouble thing, although I have to confess sometimes I have trouble with this. As a Slyjaku soldier when I read Slyjaku fics in the trenches many times this conflict was written as some really aggressive interaction based on how much Koujaku would hate him for not being sweet and istg *turns around and cries*. The game's writing didn't do the greatest job and it's so widespread that Koujaku gets angry easily when in reality it was mostly for Aoba's well being.

Considering the advances he does with his trauma throughout their relationship and what he says about "loving Sly" when Aoba "mentions" him he'd have a much better reaction to him. I feel like after the initial shock of knowing that the "arrogant and violent" personality Aoba was talking about was actually a real thing he'd try to get to know him, but he doesn't really know what to act like in front of him because he gets mixed reactions from Sly. He'd give him space to express himself and have time to open up, because it seems like Sly rejects his friendlier advances. He ultimately understands him as a different person so maybe Sly doesn't really want to be with him.

Sly on the other hand was kind of already there (?) when they met so he does have memories of him. I wonder if he'd blame him somehow for leaving. If, like Aoba, he had feelings for him deep down for longer than he'd like to admit. So living a tender, comfortable life makes him feel weird, not having to fight someone for once is weird, he isn't used to it, so he rejects it. Something in him wants it, another doesn't, so his reaction towards it is a mix of both as well. He wants Koujaku's love, he needs it, but he feels like it's fake, that he doesn't deserve it, it isn't for him. Even tho it's his distorted vision, maybe Koujaku's forcing it, but doesn't really feel it, because when he sees the way he acts with Aoba it's completely different. To him Koujaku's always been there, but he just met Sly so of course he's more distant. Anyway I think I'm talking too much and I'm losing track of what I'm writing to be honest.

I have a small hc about Sly and Koujaku's tattoos. Aoba kisses his tattoos and scars to try heal his wounds and his memories because he doesn't want Koujaku to suffer. I like to think that when Sly looks at them instead of feeling sorry for him like Aoba does, the thought that runs around his head is mostly just annoyance about the idea that Koujaku might think about someone else that is not him. So Aoba kisses them to make Koujaku think of his caresses instead of the pain, and Sly would do some Sly thing like disgustingly licking them or biting them so when he sees his tattoos he thinks of him instead of literally anything else because the only thing that should be filling his thoughts is Sly ☝ or something like that

[thedevilsoftruth]

《-Hands all over-》

Kyojuro Rengoku x afab reader

Kyojuro is your husband and finally gets a day off work. You become very needy throughout the day, and he finds out it's because of your ovulation, so he decides to do something about it.

Warning: smut!! Ovulation, breeding kink, oral ( f receiving ) piv sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, not beta read.

Because the Breeding kink Rengoku prompt won the polls many nights ago, here's your food, you nasty whores. /j

Song recommended: Hands All Over by Maroon 5

Minors Dni!!

Even from the beginning of the day, Kyojuro could tell you were ovulating based on your high libido.

He had the day off, and it seemed like that had been the best day to have off. The earliest sign of your neediness came from the morning when he had told you he had the day off. He stayed in bed with you that morning, sleeping in like he desperately needed.

And you had your legs wrapped around his waist.

It wouldn't have been anything coherently sexual if you wouldn't shiver or buck your hips against his whenever he would touch you in the slightest.

The second sign was the constant kisses and touches you would give him. You were very affectionate normally, and he'd expect you to be more touchy with him being able to spend the day with you. But the touching and the kissing was through the roof. He felt like he didn't have a single second in the day where he wasn't holding your hand or having you in his lap.

But he wasn't complaining. Kyojuro loved being touchy, especially if you had a high libido and were willing to touch him more.

So, he waited for night to fall. When he finished eating his dinner, he fed you the fresh strawberries from your garden. He would pluck the stems off and place them into your mouth, the tips of his fingers sometimes grazing against your wet lips when he would feed you. His mind was racing of the possibilities of thing he could do to you that night. Feeding you those strawberries did nothing but fuel his desire.

Letting you finish the last strawberry, Kyojuro leaned in to give you a kiss. Your lips were coated with the juices of the sweet berries, and he could taste them when he kissed you. His hands ran up your thighs, making your breath hitch against his mouth as your skin rose with goosebumps under his hands. You were definitely needy, and he found his mind racing with thoughts of how wet you would be for him.

Usually, Kyojuro did not have a dirty mind. He was very open about sex, sometimes a little too blunt about it like he was everything, but tonight his mind couldn't stop steering into inappropriate directions. His hands dropped down to your hips possessively, his lips pecking and pulling st your bottom lip. You moaned against his lips, and he could feel himself starting to get hard.

" Honey I'm... " You started, pausing in anxiety. You were shaking with desire and need. Kyojuro didn't even think before he spoke.

" Ovulating? " He finished your sentence for you. His honesty and bluntness was a blessing and curse. As your husband, he knew you and your sex drive pretty well. And, if he was right on the nose about your ovulation, he was going to do something about it.

You started at him for many moments, in disbelief and red faced like a fool.

" Well, I was going to say needy but that too. " You told him, lowering your shoulders and hiding your face in embarrassment. Kyojuro grinned. He put his hand on your thigh and leaned in to kiss you again, the touch of his lips reassuring.

" Well. I am home for the night. We have all the time in the world! " Your husband chirped enthusiastically. He muzzled his face into your neck, running his hand up and down your knee. " And, I think it's about time we get some actual babies other than our fur babies running around this huge house we have. "

Kyojuro rested his head on your shoulder, looking up at you with shining desperate eyes. Having children had been something you both had been talking about for years, even before you got married. He pressed his lips against your neck and hummed softly.

" Would you like to spend the night making a baby, my flame? " Kyojuro purred in your ear, his voice soft and low as he stared you deep in your eyes, searching for every emotion you were feeling. Excitement washed over you.

The thought of trying for a baby had been all you were able to think about that night. To think your husband knew you well enough to recognize exactly what you wanted and needed without actually having you convey to him your desires turned you in so incredibly bad. Maybe it was because you weren't doing anything to hide the fact you were needy, but what you did know for certain was that you were going to finally get what you desired.

Kyojuros arms snaked around your waist and picked up your hands, intertwining your fingers with it. How could you ever find yourself saying no to him?

" I would love to. " You told him, pecking his lips gently. Kyojuro smiled widely, standing up from under the Kotatsu table, and holding out his hand for you to take. He helped you up, and once you were on your feet, he immediately swept you off them and picked you up by your thighs, letting you wrap your legs around his waist.

" This is perfect, isn't it? " He asked, carrying you off into your bedroom with long strides. You were too busy kissing him to respond. " I mean, I'm off work today, and you're-- "

You cut him off with a long kiss to his plump lips he grunted in surprise but slowly got used to it. The kiss was hot, and it made Kyojuros steps become slower so he could focus his attention on kissing you. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, Kyojuro slammed the door to your room open, and tugged at your bottom lip with his mouth before he pulled away. He gently laid you down onto the futon you both shared.

His heavy body hovered above yours, and he braced his arms at the side of your face while he leaned down to attack your face with hot kisses. He peppered kisses all the way from your jaw to the crook of your neck. His lips parted, and he panted against your skin, his breath warm.

The next few minutes were spent with Kyojuro helping you out of your Kimono. His hands were gentle and delicate as he undressed you carefully. Once he had you completely undressed, he stood there for a moment to admire your body, naked and bare before him.

" Look at you, " He said breathlessly. His heart was pounding out of his chest, his eyes fixed on you, and only you. Kyojuro couldn't help but place his hands on your hips and touch you all over. " Like a piece of art. " He mumbled as he brought you closer to him until your breasts pressed against his chest. He leaned down to kiss your neck, his hands running up and down your bare back.

" Lay down. " He told you, his voice low and underlined with authority. The tone of it sent shivers down your spine. You loved it whenever he was serious. So, you complied and laid back down on your futon. Kyojuro was quick to get down with you. You didn't even get a second to breathe as he immediately took your breath away with a harsh kiss to the lips.

" Spread your legs. " He instructed, his voice breathless and deep. You knew better than to disobey him, so you opened your legs wide enough for him to step between them. He sighed, running his hands up and down your plump thighs as he stared at your body, taking in every detail on you as if that was the last time he was going to see you.

Kyojuro put his hands on the buckle of his belt and slowly began taking the white belt out of the loops of his pants. You gulped hard and bit your lip in anticipation. You were actually about to do this, weren't you? You were nervous, yes, but you were so excited.

Kyojuro was feeling the same as he undressed himself. He unbuttoned his shirt with vigor and let the shirt fall off his shoulders, revealing his muscular torso. You could feel your desire burning even more at the sight of him. How did you manage to get so lucky? He was almost thinking the same thing as he stepped back between your legs and stared at you like you were a painting in a museum.

He pecked your lips, kissed your neck, and trailed his way down to your stomach. His lips peppered hot kisses down to your lower abdomen until he reached your thighs. His hands heald one of your legs up so he could have better access to kissing your skin.

Kyojuro lips dragged across your inner thigh, teasing you until he fully positioned his face between your legs. His red eyes flicked up to your face as he pecked a soft kiss to your aching clit.

" Relax, " He said. " I want this night to be special for you. "

And with that, he darted his tongue out from between his lips and gave your pussy a soft lick. He reached between your legs and used two fingers to spread your outer lips apart so he could have better access to your cunt. You groaned softly as his tongue dragged across your wet, needy folds, licking you up gently and lovingly.

Your hands reached out and tangled into his fiery blond and red hair, tugging and encouraging him lightly. His fingers caressed your labia sweetly before he gently pushed them into your inviting entrance. He curled his fingers in a ' come-hither ' motion inside of you, his tongue lapping at your clit in circles.

His lips enclosed around your soft bud of nerves and sucked on it harshly, inflicted a loud, guttural moan out of you. Your hips bucked towards his face, and your back arched off the mattress as he gave you exactly what you needed. His fingers plunged in and out of you deeply, his tongue wandering up and down your folds.

" Feel good, little flame? " He asked agaisnt your sweet cunt, the sensations of the vibrations of his voice on your pussy making you shiver. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned.

" Y-yes. So good. " You told him, playing with his long hair as he gave your clit soft kitten licks. The soft, wet noises of your husbands fingers fucking you softly and his tongue playing with your pussy were filling the silence of the room sweetly.

He was starting to increase the speed of his fingers, twisting them in and out of your tight warmth and making you crazy. You felt like you were on cloud 9, and he was just happy to have you feeling the way you were. Your pleasure and satisfaction was always his top priority, especially when it came to sex. There was nothing that made him more crazy than seeing you crazy.

Your thighs squeezed around his face, your hips grinding against his face. But he didn't stop you. He let you do what you needed to do. As long as it meant you were happy, he was willing to do it. His fingers continued to push in and out of you, the duo of his fingers inside you and his tongue stimulating your clit driving you nearly off the edge of ecstasy.

Kyojuro always knew just how to satisfy you. He was quite educated with sex and anatomy from learning things from a certain someone upon the ranks of the Hashira. So he put his knowledge to good use.

His eyes flicked up to look at you, your face flushed, and your eyes closed tightly as you squirmed in his arms. He kept the pace of his fingers quick but steady inside you, his lips closing around your clit once more to suck on it hard. His fingers finally reached that special part of you, and he could feel your inner walls squeezing his fingers and your cunt pulsating in his mouth.

" Are you close? " He asked against your pussy. You groaned loudly. Your cunt clenching around him for dear life gave everything away.

" Y-yes. " You told him breathlessly, panting and shaking in his strong arms. Kyojuro grinned. He redoubled his efforts and sped up the pace of his fingers one last time. He peppered soft kisses on your clit, making your pussy flutter around his fingers as he continously pumped his fingers against your g-spot.

And, just like that, you came around his fingers hard, the hot, sticky liquid coating his thick fingers as they stilled inside you. He smiled widely and withdrew his fingers, wiping them on the sheets before gently darting his tongue out to lick up the mess you made. His tongue swiped up and down your cum-covered folds, licking up every inch of your spend.

" You taste delicious. " He moaned against your heat, giving your cunt one last lick before sitting back up. He picked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Kyojuro bent down and braced his arms at either side of your face. He kissed you deeply, his hands caressing your arms before he intertwined his fingers with yours.

" Are you ready? " He asked, his voice sweet and deep. You nodded vigorously.

" Yes, " You said. " W-want you to put a baby in me. "

Your legs wrapped around his wide waist eagerly, welcoming him into your warmth while your lips connected in a heated dance. Kyojuro entered you gently, pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size.

Once he sensed that you were comfortable, he started rocking his hips against yours at a slow, steady pace. His cock carefully kissed every inch of you, probing in and out of you sweetly. Kyojuros face was scrunched in concentration, his thick eyebrows furrowed as he focused everything on pleasing you.

He looked pretty sexy in that moment. His forehead had a thin layer of sweat upon it, his hands pinning yours down onto the mattress below you as he fucked you slowly. Whenever he was serious, you could swear to your ancestors above that he was the sexiest man on earth. He usually spoke loudly and never had a frown on his face, but his voice was always low and carried a sense of dominance whenever he had sex with you.

But, the small discomfort from the start of your sex was going away, and things were starting to feel pleasant. Kyojuro leaned down to kiss you, the both of you grunting into each other's mouths as you kissed deeply. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You opened your mouth wide for him, and his tongue began to dance with yours.

He increased his pace a little bit, letting go of one of your hands so he could pick up one of your legs and press it into your chest, allowing him to sink deeper into you. The deeper sensations caused you to gasp, and you pulled away from his lips so could breathe. Your chest heaved up and down as he fucked you a bit harder. You were moaning louder now, and Kyojuro was just loving how he was driving you crazy.

" You like that? " He smirked confidently, his hips rocking against yours quickly. Your pussh fluttered around his cock at his words, and he chuckled deeply. Your throat and body felt like they were on fire, so you did nothing but respond with a slight nod. Your hands scrambled for the red satin sheets beneath you, your head leaning back against the mattress in pure bliss.

You bucked your hips toward his, your toes curling as he thrust in and out of you at the most perfect pace. He was starting to lose it, too. He suddenly found it impossible to slow down, his mind clouded with the need to give you exactly what you needed. And what you needed in that moment was a good fuck, a good fuck that would ensure you being pregnant the next day.

The thought made him feel funny. Him, spilling as much of his cum into your warm cunt as he could get out. And maybe he'd go a second round to make sure you get enough and simply because he wanted to. His body was burning up, his hips thrusting into you with reckless abandon.

" Fuck, little flame.. " He moaned, bending down to get a good look at you. God, you loved when you were abel to get him to curse. He let go of your other hand and used it to feel your flushed cheeks and rub his thumb over your wet, puffy lips. " You feel so good. G-gonna get you nice and round with a baby, hmm? " He panted, his long hair sticking to his face and bouncing as he moved.

But suddenly, he stopped and pulled out of you. You were left panting and needy, and you whined at the loss of friction.

" Aww, don't be like that. " He told you, letting your leg fall back down onto the mattress as he leaned in to peck your lips. " I wanna try something new with you. "

Your quirked a brow at him.

" Lay on your side. " He Instructed. He stepped back to grant you space as you hesitantly laid on your side as instructed. He picked up your front leg and straddled your bottom leg. " Good. Now, I want you to rest your leg on my thigh. " Again, you did as told. You were reluctant and kind of nervous as you felt him entering you once more, but the feeling of his cock filling you was reassuring and comforting.

" I figured that this one could be great for your pleasure. You don't have to do anything in this position, so just sit back and enjoy yourself, my love! " Your husband said buoyantly, scotting closer to you for deeper penetration and holding onto your leg for stability.

Kyojuro angled his hips in a way that was able to get him to sink deeper into your cunt. You bent your upright leg around his waist, letting him in even deeper. You let your head fall back into the mattress, and you just couldn't fight back the intense loud moans escaping your mouth. Your moans were driving him on, and he found it hard to be gentle with you when you were enjoying it that much.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head in pure bliss. Endless moans and gasps left your lips, ones that were a bit loud and made you suddenly feel embarrassed. You put your hand to your mouth, muffling your noises, but Kyojuro quickly caught onto it.

" No covering your mouth. I want to hear every single noise you make, little flame. " He told you sternly, grabbing your hand and holding onto it. " Never be ashamed of the way you feel. I encourage you to be as loud as you want. Besides, it lets me know I'm doing good. " He told you, punctuating his thrusts with his words.

Kyojuro suddenly became faster, his cock pounding into every inch of you deeply and making you shriek in utter euphoria. You bit on your bottom lip, your toes curling in the air as his cock began to hit your g-spot. You gripped the sheets below you and began chanting your husbands name.

" R-right there! Kyojuro! " You almost screamed, your cunt clenching around his cock and begging for him to fill you. Kyojuro became animalistic, his thrusts fast, hard, and merciless inside you.

" Oooh, fuck, little flame. I'm gonna - " He gasped. " Fill you up real good. " Kyojuro grunted through gritted teeth, his hands firmly grasping your hips tightly.

Suddenly, you couldn't take it anymore. His cock repeatedly thrust into your special spot nice and hard at the most perfect speed ever, and you found yourself cumming on him hard once again. His movements slowed down just a bit, letting you come down from your high. The hot liquid of your cum coated his cock nicely, making the both of you moan deeply. Your body shook in his arms, and still, he kept going.

He wasn't going to stop until he could actually finish inside you. That was the whole point of having sex that night.

" You alright, sunshine? " He inquired, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace. You smiled and nodded. He returned the smile and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

" Good. " He said, his thrusts returning to a fast pace, but he was able to keep it steady and under control. He didn't want to overwhelm you. His cock gracefully dragged across your velvety, slick walls, his large hand on your thigh riding up and down your soft skin. Your head felt cloudy, and you felt as if you were in heaven.

" Honey, " He grunted, his thrusts starting to become very sloppy inside you. " I'm gonna cum soon. Gonna fill you up and give you that baby you want. " He moaned with a smile, driving his cock in and out of you sweetly. You hummed softly and let your eyes close, and the pleasure consume you.

And, with a few more thrusts, he finally, finally came inside you. Hot, sticky ropes of his seed came spilling inside you. You gasped, and he panted heavily, his head thrown back as he buried himself to the hilt, cumming inside the deepest part of you.

" Oh, " you sighed, rolling onto your back and pulling your leg from underneath him. You set your legs down on his hips, and he pulled out of you carefully. The both of you exchanged heavy breaths before he leaned in to kiss you one final time. He rested his forehead on top of yours and rubbed your thighs softly.

" You, " He started, giving your cheek a peck. " Are gonna be such a good mother. "

[marzipanandminutiae]

Im eyeing up a totally gorgeous pair of Victorian Bohemian garnet earrings, which are on sale, but I'm hesitating because they are screwbacks. Do you have any idea how easy it would be to convert them to regular drop earrings? Usually I would be loathe to alter a piece of history, but in this case I suspect they may have actually been designed for pierced ears initially and converted to screwbacks in the 1920s, so I think it's okay.

Depends on the design. If they have a little loop at the top of the dangling element, you can just use jewelry pliers- or sometimes your hands -to open that up, slip it off of the screwback base, and put them on French wires from a craft or jewelry-supply store.

These could be converted at home, though you'd lose the garnets on the bases

With stud-type earrings or those that have a lot of ornate decoration on the base, it might be harder to do, or just harder to justify if you'd end up losing lots of stones.

These are screwbacks and you'd need a jeweler to do a more involved conversion on them.

The other thing about Bohemian garnets is that the style remained popular for a LONG time. Like, "I'm not entirely sure they aren't still making new pieces" long. So there are earrings that exist from the Pierced Ears Are Evil era of mainstream US and UK history (mid-1920s to 1960s), and they often look very similar to earlier styles. A few tells of later pieces that I've heard of from jewelers, but never actually been able to say are 100% certain, are to look for settings with open backs, flat-topped as opposed to rose-cut stones, and an increased use of cabochons. Again, though, take that with a grain of salt, because for every tell a jeweler has imparted to me, another jeweler has expressed skepticism. The styles changed so little that without provenance, it can be very hard to tell.

That being said...they would have done it in a heartbeat. See also: the huge numbers of pierced earrings that, as you say, got converted to screwbacks

because only Dirty Immigrants and Loose Women pierce their ears, and grandmothers from the Bad Old Days, and anyway piercing HURTS so it's PAIN FOR BEAUTY and UNFEMINIST! wear screwbacks instead! just ignore your earlobes slowly going numb; this is much more progressive :)

I will never understand the anti-ear-piercing era, and I'm so glad it ended before I was born. What a load of nonsense

Anyway, hope this helps!

[trappolia]

caitvi with a girlfriend who loves shopping a little too much.

even disregarding vi's upbringing, her personality and priorities don't exactly call for her to fawn over the latest fashion trends. dolls and trinkets and other collectible items are something she can't grasp either. she has her emotional support bunny, what else could she want?

caitlyn may be of a more prestigious upbringing than either of you, but her status as a piltovian scion has also granted her the privilege of realising that not all fineries are exactly comfortable, or even necessary. she has more clothes in her closet that she knows what to do with, some of the styles are which are just a bit too… much for her. she has her own style and preferences, and she very much prefers to stick to them.

you, on the other hand, are completely different from your two lovers. raised in that space between the "best" of the undercity and the "worst" of topside, you were that little girl all bright-eyed and dreaming of wearing princess gowns, satiated only by your parent's promises of "we'll get you those pretty dresses when we have some extra money, my love."

you never did, really— get that extra money, you mean. it was never your family's fault, of course. even when you lived so close to the bridge, you were still considered to be citizens of the undercity, and life was hard. you learned to put your craving for designer clothes on the backburner, learned your way around a needle and a thread to fashion your own image of your wardrobe— and, later when you meet vi, to patch up the tears on her clothes.

vi is a darling girlfriend, who rebuffs your attempts to dress her up with gifts of fabric bought with the coin from her own pockets. she wants to give you more, she truly does, but prices for proper rolls of fabric are steep and hard to come by down in the undercity. it's not until caitlyn comes along, with the extra money to fund an entire wardrobe for you and then some, that your dreams as a child are finally come true, with not just one, but two generous girlfriends to boot.

caitlyn may not know the ins and outs of the fashion district of piltover, but her family has a private tailor that caitlyn commissions much more often when you and vi finally move into the kiramman estate. the two women are often content enough to sit back and watch as you fawn over the designs offered to you, occasionally giving input to the designer; cait sometimes recommends certain fabrics that she thinks will move about your frame much more smoothly, and vi learns to give in her five cents whenever she has something she'd like to see you in.

they even indulge you when you huff and puff about "window shopping being a part of the experience!" the fashion district becomes a common part of your dates together, and the three of you make quite a sight: the leader of house kiramman looking fond as she points out her mother's favourite shop to you, while vi balances an absurd amount of shopping bags in one hand, the other wrapped firmly around your waist.

it's never actually acknowledged, but watching you show off your pretty little outfits becomes the staple of caitlyn and vi's day. whether you've returned from an impromptu shopping trip and want to show them your latest purchases or they've just woken up and you want them to give their five cents on your outfit choices for the day, it brings them so much joy to watch you twirl around like a little princess— just like your dream come true.

[jullbnt]

I found the dragons' heads a bit weird as well when I first saw them up close but I got used to it and now I find them rather endearing ^^

It's not weird to fixate on their eye placement, it makes sense! But to me they are giant guardian spirits that are neither prey nor predator and watch over Hyrule from the skies, so it makes sense that they would need to see in a wide circle around them?

You are perfectly allowed to prefer the ones from SS haha! I actually didn't mind their bodies and robes (I thought they were a nice touch too), but I've always been bothered by their faces and voices.

I think the sea drying up could actually be in favor of Lanayru (or Lanello if you prefer!) being the Water Dragon, because it would make sense for the Goddesses to choose a guardian with the power to protect the province from desertification. Then the dragon would get sick and die the way Lanayru does in SS, which would cause the climate change, and by reviving him/her Link could later allow the region to flourish again. I don’t know I think it would make sense!

I’ve also been thinking that this could explain the swap in BotW. The Water Dragon could move to Lanayru after SS in order to make the land greener and bring back the sea (becoming known as Naydra by the time of BotW), while the Thunder Dragon would replace her in Faron and turn the forest into a jungle (and later be known as Farosh). That would explain why Lake Floria looks the same as the one from SS with a different climate. But maybe I’m trying too hard to make this work, I don’t know.

(Also I tend to believe that Hylia is the Goddess of Time, but that's another debate!)

Even if Rauru only believed Hyrule was a legend he could have said so ^^ "I named my kingdom Hyrule because of the old legends that speak of a land blessed by the Goddesses… ", something like that!

A continent might be an exaggeration, in fact I usually think Hyrule would be as big as a few European countries put together. I just like to imagine that Link would travel for months during his quest ^^

It was never clear to me why exactly Zelda was struggling in BotW, but whatever its intention was I think the game showed that she was wrong to prioritize technology over religion. People always blame Rhoam but he was right in the end, the only thing that could save the kingdom was Zelda’s sacred power coupled with Link’s abilities. The guardians even caused more destruction than Ganon himself! It's almost like there could be a message there about technology/modernity vs. religion/tradition, but maybe I'm going too far or this wasn't intended.

Yes I think they should not be called Sages! It wouldn't change the fact that you can beat Ganondorf without them but then I wouln't care about it as much as I do!

I agree with you on the lack of magic, and the technology in TotK sometimes doesn’t even look like it belongs in a fantasy universe (the fans, wheels and rockets look so ugly/modern and out of place to me).

You're so right about freedom in games! I miss discovering new items or powers along the way and the sense of progression it brought. It also allowed for more puzzle variety instead of using the same four powers all the time, and could open new areas on the map that weren’t accessible from the start (for example it was so satisfying and exciting to finally be able to enter Gerudo Valley in OoT after being stuck at the bridge for most of the game).

Stories also need some sort of linearity in my opinion. TotK's story would be better if Link wasn’t able to learn about the Light Dragon before doing anything else or didn’t withhold that information from other characters for the sake of the silly "fake Zelda" plot.

Yes being able to defeat Ganon and Ganondorf from the start definitely cheapens things, especially in BotW where Link wasn't able to do it 100 years before with the Master Sword in hand. If he can do it barefoot with a stick after being awake for only a few hours, it kind of makes his old self look bad!

Not only did Nintendo create a precedence about the Master Sword being needed to fight Ganon/Ganondorf, but they also showed it on the taspestry in BotW and Link was chosen by the Sword for the purpose of defeating the Calamity, so it feels really wrong that you can beat the game without it.

I agree that the Triforce of Power's abilities haven't been clearly defined (same for Wisdom and Courage), but I think we can assume it would be the biggest source of power in this universe (after all it's a fragment of Din's power). It also seems to make its bearer nearly impossible to kill, since in OoT Ganondorf has to be sealed in the Sacred Realm and in TP he survives his execution thanks to the Triforce. Then it's unclear what exactly happens but he doesn't die until the symbol fades from his hand.

Yes that's just my take on Minish Cap, maybe I need to think a bit more about how it can fit. But even the map is unique, it really feels like it's own thing.

Glad you like Promenade! It's a nice word indeed ^^

Hi, sorry if this is a bit rude. 😅 I guess that I was just wondering. How would Jabul Waters, Zora Cove, & Crossflows Plaza be named in French?

I'm trying to give Jabul Waters an interesting name that works to go with my hc & I came up with "Jabuleaux." And Google Translate tells me that Crossflows Plaza would be Place des Flux Croisés. And, I'm seeing that Anse is the term to refer to a cove &, if that's true, then would Zora Cove be Zoranse? At the same time, somewhere else, it said that Anse actually means beach.

And, I believe that a town by a swamp would have cher, quier, bren, brin, or Hor- in it?

I'm sorry if this is weird... 😅

Hi! Don't worry it's not rude or weird at all! I offered to help and I'm happy to do so :D

Did you check the official French translations? I had a surprisingly hard time finding the French version of the map online so here's a screenshot I took myself:

Jabul Waters = Eaux de Jabule (this one only appears when I zoom out)

Zora Cove = Baie Zora

Crossflows Plaza = Place de l'Estuaire

In case you didn't know the Zelda Wiki often lists names for places or characters in various languages in the "Nomenclature" section of its pages. It's very helpful especially if you're searching for the original Japanese names. If we look at at the different names for Crossflows Plaza we can see that a literal translation from Japanese would be something like "Exchanging Place". I checked the Jisho dictionary and it seems to be an accurate translation, though "Place for Cultural Exchanges" would be more meaningful.

It's not exactly a good name in English so it makes sense that the localization team would come up with something like Crossflows Plaza instead, which in my opinion does a very good job of stating that this is both the place where the river meets the sea and where the two Zora tribes traditionally meet each other.

Other European languages all settled for variations of "Estuary Plaza" ("Place de l'Estuaire" in French), which is fine but looses the "cultural exchanges" aspect of both the original name and the English translation.

I've been trying to come up with a French translation of "Crossflows Plaza" but it's not that easy. To me "Place des Flots Croisés" or "Place Flots-Croisés" would sound better than "Place des Flux Croisés", but I still find it a bit weird ("flot" meaning flow, tide or stream). "La Croisée des Flots" is another option if you agree to get rid of Plaza/Place (it means "the intersection/junction of streams"), but I don't think it works very well as a name.

You could also mix words to create a name the same way it was done in English, something like "Place Croiseaux" (croiser/cross + eau/waters). If any of my French speaking followers is feeling inspired, please share your ideas! :)

(I just thought of "Place Cruciflot" and found it too funny not to mention 😆 maybe it sounds too much like crucifix)

In French we also have the word "confluence" that has the exact same meaning as it does in English: either the meeting of two rivers or a gathering of some kind. So to me the most obvious translation would be something like "Place des Confluences" or maybe "Place Confluence", as it would preserve the dual meaning, but it's not very fancy or creative. Maybe we could simply change the spelling to something like Place Konfluans, the same way "Village Côtier" (Seaside Village) is spelled "Village Kothié" (Seesyde Village). But it doesn't look like a French word anymore so I'm not sure that's something you'd like.

As for Jabuleaux, it can work but I prefer the official translation "Eaux de Jabule". Same thing for Zoranse, we would say "Anse Zora" or "Anse des Zora". The official French translation is "Baie Zora" (Zora Bay), which I think is more appropriate given the size of the sea inlet (in my understanding an anse/cove is a small baie/bay and isn't very deep). I think maybe it should have been bay in English as well instead of cove, but I might be wrong! Also I believe "anse" isn't used as often as "baie" and might be confusing for most people, so I would go with "Baie Zora".

I'm not sure where you found this information about swamps and town names? I didn't find anything to confirm it but I might not have looked in the right places.

French towns are often ancient and their names can derive from other languages such as Celtic, Occitan, Flemish, or regional dialects, so that's a very difficult question and I'm not sure I can give you a satisfying answer ^^

I still did a little search and found an Old French word for swamp, "palud" or "palu", that still appears in some town names such as La Palud-sur-Verdon, Saint-Pierre-la-Palud, Lapalud, etc. (today we say "marais" or "marécage"). You might be right about "bren", it could be something like muddy in Gallic.

There's also "vign" or "mign" (from Celtic), as in Mignéville or Lévignac, or l'Île de Migneaux on the Seine river (this one's in my city!).

Near where I grew up is a town named Hazebrouck, it literally means "hare swamp" (brouck/broek = swamp in Flemish). For a bit more French flavor you could maybe use -broucq or -breucq instead of -brouck.

I think the vast majority of French people have no clue about all of that (I didn't except for the last one and it's more Flemish than French), so I'd say don't oversweat it ;)

And that's all! I hope you'll find this helpful ^^