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[ancientbygone]

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[luvf4ngz]

HOT LOVE ON THE WING - jason todd.

Descripton: You’re not upset about your most recent breakup; you’re just upset you have no one to fuck anymore. Good thing your Shakespeare loving best friend, Jason, has a solution to that.

Contents: This Bad Boy Is PACKED With Shakespeare References, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cheating (Not By Jason Or Reader), You And Jason Are Absolute Fucking DORKS, Good Friend Jason Todd, Best Friend Jason Todd, Self-Indulgent, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Female Reader, HEAVY Banter, Hair-pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation :), Pet Names, Praise Kink, Dacryphilia, Soft Jason Todd, Dom Jason Todd, Missionary Position, Doggy Style, Cowgirl Position, Nipple Play, Spanking, Rough Sex, Dumbification, Fucked Stupid, Unrealistic Sex, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Spit/Drool, Goofy Giggly Sex, But Also Hard and Fast Sex, Jason Destroys Your Spiderman Panties :(

Word Count: 3131

Author's Note: If it wasn't obvious from the tags this is a repost from my AO3 hehe. This is genuinely my favorite fic I've ever written, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do :) <3

“It’s okay, pretty girl. You can take it, can’t you? You made a big show of defying me earlier, put your money where your mouth is - right?”

You threw open the door to his dorm, instantly honing in on his bed and diving into the soft plush. Jason is sitting at his desk, looking up at you from his book with a roll of his eyes at your dramatic entrance. 

“Well, hello to you too.” His tone is dripping with sarcasm, but his smile betrays his facade. “It’s nice to see you again, stranger. How long has it been, hm?” He teases, his words alluding to the fact that you’ve been spending less time with him lately in favor of being with your “new boy toy” - as he put it.

You let out a hum into the comforter before moving to your side to properly look at him. “Well I think you’ll be very happy to hear that I’m all yours again, Todd, so there’s no need to be jealous.” You cheekily reply. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion. You thought it made him look adorable.

“I broke up with my ‘boy toy’, as you so politely called him.” You giggled out, using your fingers as quotation marks for emphasis. 

“What!? What happened?” Jason’s eyes widened at the news you so casually dropped.

“Apparently he’s been cheating on me for some time. My friend showed me some pictures of him shoving his tongue down some girl’s throat at a party so I broke it off with him this morning. Anyways, what’s been going on in Jay-Land?” You grin widely as you gaze at him from the bed.

Your attempt at changing the topic of conversation went unsuccessful. 

Jason sat up from his spot, setting his book down before hurriedly making his way over to you, settling down beside you on the bed.

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t I seem okay to you? I’m just fine, dude.” You tried to reassure him, your voice unwavering and relaxed as your eyes followed him.

“I mean, I guess; but I thought you really liked him.” 

“It seems like you want me to be sad over this. What do you want me to say? ‘Tears seven times salt burn the sense and virtue from mine eyes!’” You gasp out the line dramatically, bringing a hand to cover your heart and the other to wipe non-existent tears from your face, before bursting out into giggles. 

“Don’t you go quoting Shakespeare at me! That’s my role in this friendship!” Jason playfully nudges your shoulder as a wide grin breaks out on his own face.

“The Jason doth protest too much, methinks.” You do your best to put on a snooty tone, but your laughter prevents it. 

“Oh, shut up.” 

Another round of cackles start up between the two of you, and you both relish in the comfortable silence that falls after. 

“You know,” You start, breaking the silence and making Jason’s head turn towards you. “There is one thing I’m sad about.”

“What?”

“His dick game was mad good.” You say with an extravagant sigh. “I’m gonna miss it.” You fake a few sniffles.

“Aw, come on now. There’s other dick out there.” 

“Nah, it’s too much work. I’ll just have to survive without it for now. ‘But I have that within which passeth show; these but the trappings and the suits of woe.’”

“I can’t believe he’s got you so cock-drunk that you’re quoting Hamlet.” Jason tsks out in false disapproval. “He’s not good enough to be depressed for.”

“He’s not, but the sex definitely was.” 

“It couldn’t have been that good.”

“It was.”

“Not better than what I could do though.”

“Ehhhhhh…” You squinch your face together in overplayed disbelief, causing him to fix you with a sharp glare and a hurt gasp. 

“Is that a challenge?” He smirked, his eyes narrowing in competitiveness. 

“I know it not ‘seems’.” 

“You cheeky motherfucker.” Jason smiles out before grabbing your waist and throwing you further up the bed. It causes you to let out a startled yelp as Jason moved to hover over your body.

“Oh? You gonna prove it to me, Todd? You must be overcompensating for something if you get this riled up over such a small comment. You know, if you wanted to fuck me - you could have just asked.”

“Funny, I was about to say the exact same thing.” He leans in to bite your neck, making your body jolt against his.

“Hey! Play nice, Todd.” You scold, slapping his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m ever so sorry, madam.” He fake pouts before attacking your face with kisses. 

“Stop!” You squeal out, giggles erupting uncontrollably from the ticklish sensation. You move your hands to his chest, pushing him away from you. “Are you ever gonna get on with it, or are you just gonna keep messing around?”

“That’s a fair thought: to lie between maids’ legs.” 

“Ugh, it doesn’t sound as good when you do it.” 

“Excuse you? I’m a Shakespeare quoting champ!” 

“You’re awfully defensive today, Todd.” You note with a grin. 

“Keep talking, princess, see what happens.” He jokingly warns. 

He pulls back from you to pull his shirt over his head, before going to tug at his pants. You follow after him, sitting up to discard your own clothing. Once you both are left in your underwear, Jason pushes you flat against the bed again. 

“Spiderman panties. Cute.” 

“Shut up. It’s not like I planned for this to happen.” You grumbled out at his observation. You forgot about them and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Mhm, sure, sweetheart.”

Jason starts planting sloppy kisses on your skin, trailing his way down your body until he’s reached your waistband. He shuffles down the bed and lies down between your legs, leaning in to snatch the fabric of your underwear between his teeth and ripping it off your legs. 

“Jay! I liked that pair!”

“My bad, princess, I’ll be sure to buy you some new ones.”

“Better still be spiderman.”

“I’m more Team Cap.” He disserts before gripping your thighs and dragging your core closer to his face; the back of your calves rest on his shoulders. 

His eyes drag down your glistening pussy before he lets out a loud wolf whistle at the sight.

“Ew, Todd!” You laugh, trying to kick him for the action but the hold he has on you is too tight to allow movement. 

“What? I’m just appreciating the view.”

He dips his head down, tongue flicking at your hooded clit before he wraps his lips and around the bud and sucks. He feels your thighs tighten around his head as your own tilts up to let out a loud moan. He replaces his tongue with his fingers, expertly working the nub in circles as he peers up at you. 

Your head is turned to the side, eyes clenched and lips spilling shaky whines. 

‘A damn nice sight’, if he did say so himself.

He continues to stimulate your clit with his thumb, pressing his tongue to your dripping hole to lap up your arousal. 

“Fuck, Jason! You really know how to put the money where your mouth is,” You mumble into the sheets, hips bucking up every once in a while from the pleasure. 

Jason grips you tighter, preventing you from moving. He briefly looks up to note “I think you’ll find I know how to use my mouth quite well”, before moving to continue eating you out.

His actions are faster, more feverous. His tongue runs up and down your sex, your slick coating his taste buds. He savors it - lets out a deep hum that reverberates through your pussy and up your spine, sending shivers through your body. He sucks and slurps at you, so passionate that you swear you can feel your soul escaping through your cunt. The wet smacks do nothing but turn you on more, your thighs pressing closer to his head and acting as earmuffs. 

Your hands move from their place bunched in his sheets to his hair, tanging the dark locks between your fingers and instinctively tugging. It causes a low groan to tear from his throat, the bass and depth of it fueling the uncontrollable hot ache in your stomach. That only makes you want to do it again. The second tug makes a sound that’s akin to a growl, before Jason pauses his movements to stare up at you.

“Careful, princess. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” 

It’s a sight to behold. Jason: heaving, eyes blown, his face shiny from your smeared slick. His mouth is open, panting - his gaze refusing to leave contact with yours. There’s mischief glimmering in the depth of his eyes. 

You don’t reply - only smirk, and yank his head closer to your sex again. 

“Oh, you’ve done it now.” 

His hand moves from your clit to your dripping hole, two fingers pushing their way inside you. His lips reattach to your clit as he starts to move his fingers - fast and rough and leaving you no time to adjust to his intrusion. 

“J-Jesus fuck!” He can feel your thighs twitching, can feel your fingers gripping onto his hair hard in response, and it only spurs him on more. 

His palm smacks against your cunt with each hit, splattering your slick. His fingers move at an unfathomable speed, pads searching for that one spot inside you that will make you see white. 

You’re whimpering and whining above him, senses overwhelmed at Jason’s rough ministrations. It’s too much: the pressure building inside you. It feels like you’re on the edge, senses ready to fall into a never-ending pit of endorphins and fear and exhilaration. There are fireworks inside you, lit and ready to burst and fry all of your sensibilities. 

Finally, it happens - what Jason’s been waiting for. With a slightly tilted angle of his hand and a curl of his fingers, he finds it. He knows because you suddenly tense up; because you let out the most angelic, strung-out moan he’s ever heard; because your walls clamp down on his fingers and a jet of tangy, sweet liquid hits his awaiting tongue. 

God he wishes he could watch you cum over and over and over. He’s gonna think back to this moment when he’s fucking his fist in the future - that’s for sure. The view of you - back arched, eyes teary. The sensation of you - warm and wet and tight against his digits. The sound of you - desperate and high pitched and wailing out his name. He wants it all burned into his brain.

“Jason, Jason!” Yeah, that’s the sound of heaven alright. “Jay! Stop! I came- I can’t!”

Hm?

Oh. He hasn’t stopped pumping his fingers inside you. Oh, well.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. You can take it, can’t you? You made a big show of defying me earlier, put your money where your mouth is - right?”

God, you’re shaking. You look like a leaf shivering in the wind, or a cat left out in the rain. Your eyes are glossy and teary and fuck. You look so beautiful falling apart for him. 

Your brain is in shambles, screaming and begging for a reprieve. It’s dizzying, the assault of your sensations. All you can hear, think, feel is Jason.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please!”

“Come on, princess. Just let go. Just one more for me, yeah?”

You can’t tell if the second orgasm hits you like a train or slowly drowns you in its weight. Maybe a mix of both - a crashing of a tsunami that simultaneously relieves your ache and steals your breath. 

You’re sobbing, trembling, gasping for breath and trying to regain feeling from the clouds that seem to have replaced your nerves. 

“You did so well.” Jason cooes. He’s sitting up, suckling your juices from his fingers like you were a decadent 5-star meal.

He moves to lay down beside you, pulling your body to curl into his, back to peppering your cheeks with chaste, affectionate kisses. 

“Fuck, Jason.” You heave out, still slightly out of it. 

“Was that okay? Did I get carried away?” He questions softly, concern lacing the green in his eyes. 

“Yeah, no, that was great.” You quickly reassure him. “I just- wow. I need a moment.” 

He chuckles quietly before holding you close to his body again. “So? Did I exceed your expectations?”

“Don’t get cocky. Hubris was the downfall of Macbeth.” You shuffle closer to him. “Speaking of cocky, is that a dagger - or are you just happy to see me?”

“I’m always happy to see you princess,” Jason croons. “but I am extremely rock hard right now, too.”

Your hands drift down his body, sensually tracing every muscle from his chest to his pelvis, before tugging off his boxers.

You swing your body on top of his, straddling his waist as you begin pumping his cock. 

“Well then” You start, positioning yourself on top of his awaiting member, “O’ happy dagger, this is thy sheath…”

You start to sink down on him as you finish the quote, your words trailing off into a wanton moan. 

“I’d yell at you for saying something so stupid if you weren’t fucking squeezing my cock right now.” Jason manages to huff out. His teeth are gritted, eyes shut as he tries not to cum at the sensation of you wrapped warm and tight around him. 

His large hands settle on your waist as yours plant themselves on his chest for support. 

“You have to admit, it’s clever wordplay.” You mewl, mind fuzzy from the sensation of his dick stretching you out. 

Tingles shoot up your body as the pain dissolves into a delicious fullness. You crave friction, your very core feels like it's aching for it. In fact, you think you’ll go insane if you don’t start moving right now. 

You carefully lift your hips up, before dropping back down again, repeating the motion over and over until you’ve built up a somewhat regular rhythm. 

Moans ceaselessly flow from your lips, interspersed with mumbled swears and curses.

Your head is tipped forward, your hair falling into your face. Jason’s hand comes up to brush it back behind your ear, before gently cupping your cheek.

“You feel so good baby, fuck.” He grunts.

His other hand comes up to undo your bra, releasing your tits to him. Both palms move to cup them, kneading at the soft flesh before working your perked nipples with his fingers. 

You still your movements with a whine, too confounded by the assault of stimulations you were feeling. That doesn’t mean that you’re not still desperate and yearning, though. Your thighs do their best to rub against each other, trying to chase friction despite your inaction. 

It’s only as you rest that you feel how sore your legs have become, enough that you let out a pitiful mewl. 

“Is my pretty baby tired?” Jason muses, while he’s still pinching and rolling your sensitive buds. 

“Mhm,” You moan out in reply. 

He quickly rolls the both of you over, laying you down onto your back again before flipping you onto your stomach. 

You quickly shuffle onto your knees, arching back against him in wait. 

“Good girl,” He laughs out. His palms rub against your cheeks, squeezing the flesh there before pulling back and giving it a slap. 

It earns him a broken moan from your throat, and the view of your ass shaking in desperation.

It only makes him laugh again. “Have some patience, naughty girl.”

He spanks you again, and you keen so high-pitched and pretty that he can only relent to your demands. 

Jason grips his cock and guides it to your wet folds, sliding it up and down before finally pushing in. You welcome him easily, pussy molding perfectly to his thick cock. 

A hand settles on your waist while the other tangles into your hair. He yanks your head back as he starts fucking you hard and fast. 

His hips smack hard against your ass with each thrust, slowly turning the skin there sore and heated. His cock is bullying its way in and out of you, the tip knocking against your sweet spot with a force that repeatedly knocks the breath and thoughts out of you. 

Your eyes are rolled back, brain melted, as drool drips from your lips. 

Chants of “fuck” and “Jay” are the only sounds your mouth remembers how to make now. 

“Just keep saying my name like that, sweetheart.” Jason pants out. 

He can’t believe how good you feel around him. You’re so warm and wet that his cock glides in and out so easy, making it effortless for him to abuse your poor cunt. 

The hand in your hair guides you up to him, back pressed against his sweaty chest as he tilts your head and leans in for a kiss. 

It’s messy with your spit and drool, both your movements uncoordinated and sloppy. 

He fucks up into you all the while, gravity allowing him to hit harder and deeper inside you.

He can feel that you’re close again - your body is twitching against him, your cunt beginning to spasm. 

The hand on your waist reaches to rub quick and hard circles against your clit, and you’re gone.

Your whole body shudders as you soak his cock, before going limp is his hold. It’s an intense buzzing sensation that overtakes you, settling deep in your veins until you’re trapped in a pleasing static. Your head is submerged in sticky syrup that makes it hard to think, so you just indulge in the calming weight of it. 

Jason pulls out and gently maneuvers your dazed body back to the bed, hand working himself to completion before finishing on your stomach - his warm cum splattering on the skin as he lets out a husky grunt.

He stays there, catching his breath for a few moments before he disappears to the bathroom while you come down from your high, washing his hands and grabbing a damp towel to bring back to you. 

He wipes you clean before poking your cheek until your gaze refocuses on him.

“How was it?” He cheekily smirks. 

“I certainly died a lovely death in thy lap,” You chuckle.

“If you can still quote Shakespeare I didn’t fuck you dumb enough.” Jason frowns.

“Awh, cheer up, you big baby.” You reach out to pat his head endearingly, “I change my mind; your dick game is definitely better.”

“YES!” Jason fist-pumps like he just scored a touch-down and you smile at how stupid he looks. “Okay, now you go pee.” He shoos you away. “I’ll change the sheets and we can watch reruns of Gossip Girl again.”

“I would not wish any companion in the world but you.” You fake tear-up, wiping your eyes before giggling the whole way to the bathroom. 

Thank you so much for reading! A comment or reblog is much appreciated. Have a great day <3

- sumi ☆ミ

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[kooberryfields4ever]

releasing a little earlier than anticipated cos it’s 4:30am and i can’t sleep cos i’m busy thinking abt jay ….. i was sooo excited to work on this one icl😭😭 jay nsfw alphabet will be a ride (literally) 🙏 jake up next and then enha hyung line is finished nd i’ll probs start teasing fics/drabbles …. & i’ll probs release ones for jk/soobieboobie too so if ur interested in them pls look out🥺

content warning : nsfw below the cut, dom/sub vibes, ddlg, breeding, spanking/bdsm (minor) etc etc

MDNI !

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jay is a very attentive and romantically in-tune guy !!! despite how rough he likes to be with ur body he’ll always make sure ur perfectly looked after when he’s done using u

and boy will he use u…… like aftercare is very much necessary….. more on that later :3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

fingers………… guitarist…… need i elaborate???

and he’s so good with them too like to the point where some nights u beg him to just use his fingers to get u off

his favourite body part of urs is ur ass :3

just loves seeing how red it gets when he spanks u to tears

the way it jiggles after he slaps it n it just feels so good to play with it n grab it n spread it so he can get a perfect view of ur holes all creamy for him :((

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

very clean abt it, likes using condoms so he can throw away what’s necessary and there’s less to clean up

but on the off chance that he’s feeling particularly primal :))

expect to be fucked absolutely to the brim w his cum :))

like i’m talking no holding back full breeding kink jongseong mode, wants to see u full enough to carry a baby even tho ur on the pill nd the chances r so low &lt;;/3

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

has maybe thought abt babytrapping u once or twice😄😄 he can’t help it :(( the thought of u with a beautiful round belly and swollen tits makes his mouth water :(( just wants u bred so perfectly, wants to make u a mummy so bad…..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think jay is one of those naturally gifted sex havers

like i don’t think he watches porn much and like everyone else i’ve spoken abt i think it’s too early into their career and they’re too busy to experience much in their own schedules

but he just gets it,,,,,, like he knows his own vibes and he knows what he’s into and he’s VERY in tune with his partners

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

reverse cowgirl :3

loves to see that fat ass bounce while he fucks u from below….

gives him a god opportunity to pull u back against his chest n wrap his fingers around ur throat too

drives him crazy seeing u get lightheaded while he pounds into ur pussy

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

defos a more serious lover but not in a sunghoon way, more intimidating….

i just see him getting rly turned on when u listen to his instructions and take what he says seriously outside of sex, so i feel like it would apply during as well

but not necessarily always serious

like there are days he feels less dom and just wants to fuck his girl nice and slow, feel u squeeze around him, that’s when he’ll be open to a few giggles and having fun

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

in between hoon and heeseung methinks

like not fully shaven but def trims shorter and more regularly than hee

feels more masculine with hair nd kind of likes when he sees ur nose buried in his bush when u give him head

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s very romantic &lt;3

sex is passion and love and seduction and jay wants to make sure that even when he’s being rough and a little bit mean u know he loves u beyond what he could possibly articulate

so yeah expect candles and roses and slow sensual music while he drives himself deep into ur cunt

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

likes to have a wank every now and again, for his health x

not shy to call u up or text u (sext u) when he wants to get off and ur not around

just be prepared for videos of him jerking it from start to finish where all u can hear is the slickness of his cock in his hand and his quick breaths while he tells u how bad he misses that cunt of urs, wants to fuck his cute little girl so bad….

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

don’t shoot me

a little bit of ddlg

discovered it one night randomly when u guys were discussing ur future and having children and u referred to him as “a daddy” offhandedly

made his cock instantly hard, he just knew that second he had to fuck u and fill u with his cum and get u to call him daddy again the whole night like a good little girl

also think he’d be major into giving praise, not much of a degrader but if ur being a stubborn little girl don’t expect him to be nice about it….

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bed.

yawnnnnn kooberry will u ever say anything different

no >:( enha hyung line to me (minus jake) want to share their intimacy with nothing but the bedroom !!!!!

like why fuck u anywhere but in his bed where he knows nobody else can see his little girl while he pounds into her tight pussy and works her clit until she’s cumming around his cock again and again :((

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when ur being rly attentive and good for him, like without realising

like if he tells u to get something from the fridge for him and u do it without question…..

takes all of his willpower to not stop cooking and bend u over the kitchen counter to stuff u full of his fingers nd praise u for being such a good girl for daddy :3

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

probably heavy degradation, calling u a slut, whore etc

i think the worst he’d say is “stop being such a fucking brat” nd that’s if ur testing his patience like pushing his buttons to no end (which he enjoys sometimes)

would also probably start fucking u harder and faster in apology while spanking ur ass beet red for being a brat

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers giving. loves treating u good and making sure ur looked after before him

it’s not sex with jeongseong if u havent orgasmed at least once before he fucks u

maybe even twice

likes receiving too, loves when u relax ur throat around him and let him use his hands to guide u nd fuck ur throat a little

especially when u gag a little omfg. drives him crazy with need like …. ur letting him use ur mouth soooo well like a good girl

defos still more of a giver

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and VERY rough

like shoving ur face into the pillow to get u to shut the fuck up while he pounds into u kind of rough

can’t have anyone else hear how good his little girl takes his cock can he ???? then he’d rly have to punish u

flips u onto ur back so he can pin ur legs against the side of ur head and shove himself deeper and deeper while sucking on ur nipples and rubbing ur clit aggressively

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he would, by this point he’s an expert with ur pussy and knows he can make u cum easily if ur both needy but on a time crunch

like i can picture him shoving u into the supply cupboard at mubank before prerecording and pressing u against the wall…. has to apologise over and over again for the stretch cos he can’t open u up properly rn but it’s okay cos ur already so wet he can just slide right in anyway :(( and then his fingers are already at ur clit or tweaking ur nipples so u cum first <3 nd he can get u on ur knees and shove his length down ur throat until he finishes with no mess :3

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

sure, risk is a part of the fun ;)

would gladly take u in semi-public places like a fitting room or an unlocked dressing room bc it turns him on thinking about the ways he can get u to shut the fuck up

like how deep can he fuck u while ur mouth is gagged with ur panties ?? the answer is VERY

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

honestly takes him a long time to cum so i don’t necessarily see him wanting to go multiple rounds when ur always so spent after the first from how long he plays with u and fucks u

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

owns them for u and u only

stuff like a small paddle or different vibrator wands cos sometimes he wants to try something new and get u to cum harder, like a challenge to himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teases when he feels like a) u need punishment, or b) he’s feeling like a bit of a dickhead

likes to thrust his raw dick up and down ur wet folds while he opens up the condom wrapper, just to hear u beg a little

but if u beg hard enough (and call him daddy) he’ll forget the condom all together and just slide into u raw nd give his little girl exactly what she needs :((

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

rly low grunts

i just don’t think he’s very vocal otherwise, maybe when he’s praising u or telling u how bratty ur being

but otherwise it’s just his deep sexy grunts

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

u nd him r cooking in the kitchen when his phone rings…. his hands r all messy so he asks u to go answer it and of course like the good girl u are, u obey immediately :3 nd u look so cute when u answer, covering the microphone to whisper “it’s jake” to him, that he can’t help but rinse off his fingers immediately and pin u to the wall……. n he’s being so dirty :(( and unfair :(((( and whispering shit in ur ear like “daddy’s good girl, answering the phone for me, ur not gonna let him hear u now tho are u??” while u try to hold back moans n he shoves his fingers past ur waistband :(((

and jake’s just as confused !!!!! “y/n??? u good??? where’s jay??” he questions while jay plays with ur pussy and kisses at ur neck, telling u to answer

he’s so mean :((( u just have to tell jake to call back later he’s too busy!!!!! hanging up and tossing the phone to the side so jay can finish u off ^_^

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

slightly above average length, not too girthy

made to shove himself deep and fill u up just enough to beg for more :3

circumcised !

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty average, needs to fuck u at least once a week if he can

can do without for a while but just be careful when ur back around him bc there’ll be some subconscious pent up energy there….

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he falls asleep quite easily after sex

likes to clean u up and give u a massage and some food n drink but as soon as he’s done all that and cuddled up next to u he’s out like a light

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "pretty sounds" ⎯୧ (lsh)

+*:🩷:*﹤descrip. : riwoo would let you do anything to him even if it terrifies him

+*:🌟:*﹤content : smut, sub!riwoo, dom!reader but she's nice, she could also be any gender (i think), handcuffs, very loose handjobbing lol, sounding

+*:🤎:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni!!, smut (mdni), not a whole lot of realistic sounding representation going on here, i did my research but i left out a lot of key steps to sounding so DO YOUR RESEARCH, sex should be fun and safe methinks

+*:🍞:*﹤word count : 1.6K

+*:🎀:*﹤ a/n : my FIRST riwoo work!! I’m slowly getting down the line…somebody please match my freak…

+*:🩷:*﹤masterlist

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Riwoo would do anything for your beautiful smile and praising words. He’s always tended to hold back his noises in bed because they’re so embarrassing, but when you call them pretty and confess to him that they turn you on, it’s all he can do to let his mouth hang open during sex, let his pretty noises tumble out of his mouth unrestrained. 

Before he met you, he had never done anything more than typical, vanilla sex, but he lets you pull him into scenarios he would’ve never imagined, ones that often leave him wondering how the hell he got there. He realizes tonight is no different when you loop your pink handcuffs through the decorative bars of your headboard, then latch them onto his wrists. 

This isn’t new for the two of you. In fact, it has almost become a habit for you to restrain his hands, ‘cause he’s easily overwhelmed and will squirm away from your hold if given the chance, even if he doesn’t want you to stop touching him. Still, he tugs at the chain anyway, and breathes out a shaky, fearful sigh when it barely budges, when he realizes he can barely move his arms. 

His eyes are wide and searching for safety when he looks at you, and you coo at him, cup his cheeks, and press a sweet kiss against his pink lips.

“This is just so you don’t pull away and hurt yourself, okay, Riri?”

He nods, and reminds himself that you’re not here to hurt him. That you're going to take care of him like you always do, but it’s a little hard to remember as he eyes the rod you’re sterilizing.

Sounding. That’s the new thing you want to try out. He’d facepalm, but well, you know. His throat is dry and his words are failing him. He doesn’t even know what he wants to say, but he's just so scared. 

“I don’t- I don’t know about this, N/N. What if it, like, hurts?” He gulps when you come to straddle his thighs. Now he can’t move those either, and his hips only slightly jerk when you wrap your hand around his cock. He’s completely trapped.

“I won’t hurt you, sweetie.” You slide your hand up and down his length slowly and tsk when his hips try to twitch into the feeling. “I’ve done it before.”

Riwoo’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, and he’s momentarily distracted from the feeling of your hand on his dick. “What? You’ve done this before?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t put you through this if I wasn’t 100% confident. You’re too fragile for that.” He isn’t really sure if he should be thankful for your consideration or embarrassed by that statement. You stop stroking him and pick up the rod. It’s skinny and black, and has small ridges. Looking at it makes Riwoo’s blood run cold. “My ex seemed to like it. Just wanna know if you would, too.”

Riwoo’s skin itches at the mention of your fucked-up ex. He wants to do all the things you used to do with that scum, wants you to think about Riwoo instead when you think back on these kinds of things.

“But we don’t have to do this,” you say. “You can say no, and I’ll make you feel good in a different way.”

He thinks over your offer. He’s still terrified, but you’ve done it before. You won’t hurt him, you’re 100% sure. You want to see him, specifically, like this.

He squeezes his eyes shut and nods.

“Gotta use your words, Riri.”

“We can-,” his words cut off, and he gulps thickly. “We can do this. You can do this.” He says, because he trusts you so much, you could probably do anything to him. He watches as you spread lube around the sound, and his confidence falters.

“I-if I don't…like it, you'll stop?” He asks, hands clenching into fists against the headboard. You smile at him before leaning down to place another kiss on his lips. 

“If you don't like it, I'll stop immediately, okay?” 

He takes a deep breath, then nods again. You don’t wanna give him more time to overthink it, so you line the rod up with his opening. When he doesn’t say anything else, you ever so slowly slide the first two smooth centimeters in. 

Riwoo sucks in a breath, and his hips tremble, but they barely move under your weight. You wait a couple of seconds, then slide in two more centimeters. Riwoo hisses, and you stop. When you look up at him, his mouth is hanging open and his chest is rising and falling quickly. 

“How does this feel?” 

Riwoo tries to adjust to the feeling. You were right, it doesn’t hurt. It just feels kind of…heavy? And foreign, like it’s not supposed to be there, but it doesn’t hurt. He’s failing to see how it’s going to feel good, though.

“Talk to me, sweetie,” you say, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Feels…weird, confusing,” he whispers, and looks down to see the rod sticking out of his tip. He looks away almost immediately.

“Think you can take a little more?”

“I don't k-know, ‘s scary.” 

The remaining portion of the rod is ribbed. You rub his hip soothingly, then guide more of it in until it’s halfway sheathed. Riwoo lets out a small whimper that catches your attention. 

“Feels okay,” he answers breathlessly when you check in on him again. You pull the rod out just the tiniest bit and slide the length back in. He makes another tiny noise and his hips move just a bit under your weight.

“Riwoo, be still,” you warn, and his response is just a whine that's cut off when you rotate the rod, letting the ridges hit different areas of his insides. 

“Oh- Y/N, Y/N,” he chants out in a whispered tone, looking at you with big, wet eyes. You hum in response and slide more of the rod out this time. You wait a second before sliding it back in a little deeper than before.

“Feels g-good…” he trails off, and you smile at him again.

“Knew you’d like it, baby boy. You always make the prettiest sounds.” You pick up the pace, thrusting a little bit of the ribbed portion in and out of his opening, and the chain of the handcuffs clinks against the bed when Riwoo’s upper body jerks. You look up at him, but his eyes are squeezed shut now, and his mouth is open with a silent moan. He lets out a desperate, breathy noise when you twist the rod once more. 

“W-wait, wait,” he calls out, and you stop. 

“What's the matter, sweet thing?” You ask while trailing your nails down his waist. His stomach trembles and he gasps at the feeling, then he begins stuttering around a sentence.

“What i-if I…need to, y’know…” 

Even at a time like this, he’s shy, and it makes you laugh fondly. “What, cum?”

He nods. His cheeks are pink, his forehead is beading with sweat. He’s breathing harshly, and you figure he’s definitely not gonna last much longer.

“Just let me know, and I'll take it out.”

He nods and whimpers again when you start up the short, thrusting motions again. 

“Good, good,” he's mumbling repeatedly, eyes empty when you look at him. You smile at him and wrap a loose hand around his base. He starts shaking when you massage the area, and his fingers twitch uselessly. 

You keep both of your hands occupied with the motions, listening as Riwoo's noises raise in speed and pitch. You alternate between massaging his base and stroking his shaft, and when you look back at him, there's a single tear rolling down his cheek. 

“Aw Riri,” you coo, and his eyes flutter open. “What's wrong?”

“I t-think I’m gonn-a,” he hiccups. “N-not gonna l-last.” 

You hum in thought. “Like it better than you thought you would, huh, baby boy?” 

You can slide a majority of the rod in and out at a steady pace now, and Riwoo gasps out harshly when you move your hand down to massage his balls instead.

“Out, please, I–,” he starts. A few more tears tumble down his skin, and his hair roughs up as he shakes his head against the pillows. “Can’t t-take it, gonna– need it out.”

“I’ve got you, sweetie,” you oblige and start pulling the rod out, but the process is slow, because you don't wanna hurt him. You twist the rod slowly, teasingly as it slides along, and Riwoo's stomach convulses.

“Please, please, please–” he babbles, and you shush his cries as you ease the rod out of his opening. A milky white stream follows it immediately, and your mouth runs dry at the sight. Riwoo whines, and his hips do their best to buck up into the air, shaking you lightly where you’re still straddling him. You climb off of his thighs and lean down to lick up the side of his wet shaft, and he's jerking away from your overwhelming touch.

“No, no– don't,” he begs, and you ease up with a smile.

“What did you think, Riri?” You ask as you unbuckle the handcuffs. You massage the red marks they left on his wrists. 

“Think you’re gonna be the death of me.”

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : i feel like this ends kind of abruptly, im sorry abt that!! please take aftercare seriously <3

[starlight-savegery]

Valentine's ♡

Abby Anderson x Reader

How you can help Palestine

Synopsis: Nothing special, just cuddling with your gf on valentine's day! Very quick drabble(?) based on something that happened with me and my partner last year, very silly methinks

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff :) Not proofread tho!

The TV plays in the background, neither of you fully paying attention to the movie, an entanglement of limbs under a fluffy blanket as you lay together. To say it's nice would be an understatement of the century.

Alice is curled up at the foot of the couch, her soft snores almost lulling the pair of you to sleep. You're warm, she's warm, and it's especially cozy underneath the blanket.

"Abby." You nudge her gently, your girlfriend turning her head slightly with a hum of recognition, and a raised brow.

"What's up?" She quips, pecking swiftly at your cheek when she has the chance.

"My arm's falling asleep, move." You huff, and Abby just laughs.

Of course, she does move, but she can't help the giggles that spill from her pretty pink lips. A kiss shuts her up, and she pulls you atop her, her hands finding their place on your hips.

"Love you, pretty." She murmurs against your lips, melting back into another tender kiss.

It's sweet, like the sugar covered strawberries you ate with her this morning. "Mhm, love you more."

"I doubt that, I love you the most."

"Oh, do you now?"

"Mhm." Abby kisses the tip of your nose, grinning up at you, her gaze travelling all across your features with pure adoration shining in her deep blue eyes.

Giving up, you settle for flopping down on top of her, playing with her golden locks that spill out behind her head. Rarely are they let down, and Gods does Abby's scalp appreciate the break. Especially with your fingers gently scraping along it, relaxing her body into a pile of mush.

Though an odd sound catches your attention, and you lift your head. Abby's gaze flicks to meet yours, just for a moment, before she looks away again.

Your eyes narrow in suspicion. "Abby, did you just fart?"

"Nah, it was Alice." She answers all too quickly, a sheepish smile gracing her features.

"Well, either way, it's chill. Let out your demons, babe." You finish, letting your head fall back down onto her chest, comfortable and your own personal pillow.

Not even a minute later though, you're quick to pull away, face scrunched up.

"Oh, Abby, that stinks!"

And she just laughs, a shit-eating grin splayed across her face, pulling you back down and cupping your face, smothering you with kisses so you can't really complain.

[gunnrblze]

How would the boys react to reader surprising them with some cute lingerie 😏?

Hmm, lemme think😏assuming this off of you being in a relationship with them hehe

Hesh- if you thought he was obsessed with you before…forgets his own name for a sec, eyes wide, will probably blush a little and just sits there for a moment. hands all over you when he comes back online though, tracing the straps/fabric/lace. Definitely turns him on and puts a smile on his face. And a tent in his pants but. Bounces back pretty well cause suddenly you’re being flirted into your own bed

Logan- curses immediately lmfao, big grin on his face as he gets up and comes to you (no pun intended. sorry). Takes you in fully, hands all over your pretty self and definitely kisses the life out of you. And then kisses you in other places…keeps your nice set on while he does a lot of nice things lol. He’s goofy and seeing a hottie (his hottie) in a pretty set would just have him cheesin for a while

Elias- ole boy would definitely get a chuckle out of this if you surprised him lol, but in a good way. Beckons you to sit on his lap while he asks where you bought such a pretty outfit. It would just be difficult to explain with the way he strokes your hair and has a hand all over your thigh :/

Merrick- dude likes the classics, and if he likes you enough for you to surprise him w/ this, you’re getting smashed... a pretty little set would definitely get a rise out of him (in several ways. puns are crazy today). Would kiss you, have his hands all over the outfit, and he’s a sweet talker when he wants to be I fear so some of it would be coming off while he lays you down.

Keegan- also a lingerie lover methinks, probably has a lil thing for it. surprising him with this is definitely gonna make him grin and pop a boner. that deep voice gets a little deeper when he gestures you over to him. like Elias, wants to know where you got such a pretty fit, but his hands are less shy

Kick- probably chuckles too, after his eyes get done popping out of his head momentarily. This guy likes seeing you in anything, but knowing you put in some effort to surprise him? Yeah you’re getting it. Walks to you, hands roam and he prob jokes about it, but it’s all in good fun cause he’s definitely trying to savor the sight and hold back

Rorke- shit eating grin in the full definition, annoying about it in a hot way lol. Wordlessly scans you up and down while he pats his lap too, as if you belong there. He’s sooo infuriating when he chuckles, hands roaming all over the lingerie while he gives you a kiss. “For me, sweetheart?” headass

[yoongihan]

*crawls into your inbox* hello there friend, I am here to graciously request from your beautiful mind a drabble with the 'near death experience' prompt and the 'I think I'm in love with you' prompt. Pairing entirely up to you. I'm already excited. ♡

Him

pairing: minho x fem character

genre: fluff & humor (hopefully)

rating: T

word count: 1300 methinks

warnings: recreational drug use, a very possible inaccurate portrayal of someone under the influence, shenanigans, repetition (on part of the mc, I promise it is intentional by this author), I don't think there's anything else - let me know if there is. i don't think I even used cursing in this.

a/n hey @jl-micasea-fics, thank you for requesting. i might have had a little too much fun with this. i have no idea if you expected anything with those prompts, but here we are. :D

if you'd like to request a drabble, the post is here

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When he sees you, he doesn’t take in all of you. He merely thinks ‘oh there she is’ and that maybe that your eyes seem a little too bright, even from across the room. 

“Lee!”

If challenged, Minho knows he can be the loudest in any crowd, but right at this moment, you would win. 

He lifts up his hands in a simple ‘what?’ gesture and then processes that you are running toward him. He looks behind to see if a coffee or fish & chips truck has manifested in the living room of Jisung’s ridiculous penthouse loft (the guy buys one lottery ticket and wins one time but it’s for the jackpot) because he’s never seen you run for anything less than food or coffee. 

There isn’t, by the way. 

As he looks back, he realizes that you’ve navigated decently through the groupings of people at this get-together (he refuses to call it a party, parties give him a complex) and are still running.

To him.

In fact, you look like you might just…oh my god, do you expect him to catch you? 

You do, actually. You expect him to catch you and when he takes a step back, eyes wide like he’s scared, you sort of jump up and land in front of him. 

Your reflexes are a lot better than you thought.

Or maybe it’s because he has his hands on your shoulders, steadying you. 

Gosh his hands feel great.

He says your name as you’re thinking about his hands (that is a path that you’ve mentally gone down way too many times) and you just say it.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Everything is a little hazy right now, but you can see him pretty well as he’s maybe half a meter in front of you. His eyes get even bigger and his ears go pink (you might not think about his ears as much as you have his hands, but you like his ears too) and his hands, still on your shoulders, squeeze and release nervously.

“You what?”

What did you say? 

“You’re so pretty.”

He shakes his head, hands sliding down your arms to tug you by your elbow away from where you’ve planted yourself. You follow because why would you not. He weaves through friends and acquaintances as you admire the back of his head (honestly the long hair on him is such a look). He enters what you think might be a guest room (it can’t be Jisung’s because that boy is a mess even with a cleaning service) and though he lets go of you to shut the door behind you both, you stand in the middle of the room and stare at the frames on the wall.

“They’re prints of Howl’s Moving Castle,” Minho answers the question you didn’t even know to ask.

“Oh. Wow.” 

You hear a sound and look to see that he has sat down on the end of the bed. 

So you plop down next to him.

“Hi.”

His answering laugh seems high in pitch, but who cares. Minho’s laugh is the best.

“You said something out there.”

“I did?”

He nods, turning toward you so you can see more than just his profile. 

He has such a nice profile. You’d sketch it if you had any ability beyond stick figures. 

“You did. You said…” he trails off, swallowing hard. 

“What’d I say?”

He looks back at you, eyes all squinty. “Are you drunk?”

“Nope.”

“You look���”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

His lips part and he just gapes. You smile. 

“I think I am. I figured it out um…well, I don’t know when it was. Maybe a few seconds ago. I was not in this room. I was…where was I?” You shrug. “Whatever. I nearly died.”

He starts coughing and you pat his back.

Jeez, his back feels good too. Even through the black, zip-up henley he’s wearing. 

“You nearly died?”

“I did.” You confirm and rub his back. “I couldn’t breathe for twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes?”

You nod. “Yeah. So your friend…the one you went to primary school with, who even keeps up with people from back then, offered me a bong, right? And I’ve never tried a hit from a bong before, so I did my best, and Minho…” you lean in closer to him. He smells good. “I stopped breathing.”

“For twenty minutes.”

“Maybe it was more like fifteen. I didn’t time it. But it went on forever.” You realize that you’re playing with his hair now. It’s silky, which makes sense because it looks like silk. “I like your hair.”

“Thanks, go back for a second…You took a hit from a bong, couldn’t breathe–”

“For ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes, okay. So you’re high right now?”

You tuck his hair behind one ear. “Am I? I’ve never been high before. I’ve never tried to get high before. Is this what it feels like? Oh, your ears are cute. And warm. I think they’re a bit red too or is that the light in here?”

There’s a sigh and then he says your name again.

“I don’t think you nearly died.”

“You weren’t there. Actually, that was what I thought while those seven minutes of not breathing happened. Where’s Lee? My life is over and I want Lee. I could just see your face and that look–” Your eyes move from his cute ear to his face. “That look right there. The one that seems both amused and exasperated. I saw that look in my head. So when I didn’t die, I wanted you.”

“Me?”

“You. Lee Minho, with your snarky remarks and beautiful hands, excellent cooking skills, and weirdest sense of humor. I love you.” You sigh now and brush a finger along his cheek. “Just had to tell you.”

“I see.”

“So, this is being high? Huh. I thought I’d want to eat junk food or something.” You start to get up off the bed now that you finally told him, so maybe you should go back and join the party.

But you’re stuck. You look down to see his hand (damn, it really is a beautiful hand) around your wrist.

“What’s up, Lee?”

“Would you have told me if you hadn’t nearly died?” 

“Why are you doing the finger quotations thing? I didn’t breathe for five minutes!”

He presses his lips together and you think maybe he’s trying not to laugh. Which is a shame. His laugh is absolutely the best sound on planet earth. 

“Okay. You almost died. If you hadn’t, would you have told me?”

“Told you what?”

He closes his eyes even as he looks up at the ceiling. Which makes no sense. How can he see the ceiling if his eyes are closed? 

Oh, but his lashes are really lovely. 

His nose, too. Very sharp and pretty. 

Mouth also. Like sculpted by one of those shoujo anime artists that make male characters beyond pretty. 

He makes a sound but you’re too pleased to feel his lips against yours. When you pull back, his eyes are open again and on you.

The ceiling must not be that interesting. 

“You just kissed me.”

“I did? I did. Well, your lips. They’re really nice.”

He’s patting your hand. “Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow. You know…when you’re not high.”

“Sure. We can talk about whatever you want, Lee.”

His hand is around yours and you’re now leaving the bedroom. You smile because he’s laughing.

You love his laugh.

–

The next day, you’re having some much-needed coffee and eggs and bacon when he recounts the previous night to you.

“I did what?”

God, you hate his laugh. 

You also hate his ears and hands and hair, but they all feel really good to your fingers as he kisses you, so you guess you’ll get over it eventually.

He’s a really good kisser. 

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a/n #2 - if mc's high experience is not accurate, I apologize. I've been high exactly one time in my life and it was horrible. hopefully any inaccuracies will be forgiven in the name of story. thank you.

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© yoongihan 2023. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.

[thatseventiesbitch]

A while ago I found a good deal on some That '70s Show scripts, and I impulsively bought them! See below for a detailed breakdown of what is different between the table read script and what actually aired.

Next up: S2xE22 "Jackie Moves On" (note that it is episode 221 on the script 👀... production order vs airing order). There were a lot of changes/re-writes in this episode! See below for details.

The Production Schedule for the week:

(Just thought this ^ was fascinating!)

First difference: the entire cold open! I wonder why it was re-written. 🧐

In the episode that aired, the cold open starts with Eric and Donna entering the basement together, and the rest of the gang (except Jackie) is already there. They jump into the same conversation about how Jackie isn't doing well, but with different dialogue.

The scenes are extremely similar and end up in the same place - with Fez's ninja warrior fantasy. The Eric/Donna fan in me loves the little moment between them that's written here & wishes it stayed, though! Eric loves the way Donna smells after a bath, *lol*. (This is a continued characterization! He made similar comments to her in That Disco Episode in season 1...)

The next scene, in the Forman kitchen, is slightly different too. Eric and Laurie's banter is different:

And the kids discuss what they will do for dinner that night while Red and Kitty are at Frenchie's. Red's mom's necklace isn't brought up at all in this scene (unlike in the actual episode)! He just mentions breaking out the nice jewelry.

Red & Kitty's next scene, when they head out to dinner, is different. I like Red's little fantasy at the beginning, where he seems to be talking to himself in the mirror and imagining how their evening out will go. 🤣

Hyde and Laurie's next scene is slightly different, too. It's not pictured here, I'm just going to summarize it. Hyde remarks that his dinner of frank and beans was good and hearty, but that Laurie only ate a few bites of toast and some water. They exchange slightly different burns, but it leads to the same moment: Eric coming in and Hyde and Laurie teaming up to burn him.

Next up is Fez's scene in the restaurant with Jackie (also different!). Here are the changed parts:

The next scene (not pictured), with the 4 guys in the basement, is slightly different as well but wasn't noteworthy enough to screenshot. The scene ended up in the same place - Eric inadvertently reveals his childhood summer camp nickname (Dr. Pee Pee) and when Kelso burns him, he reveals Kelso's (Big Chief Brown Bottom). 😆

Red and Kitty's next scene (not pictured) is pretty similar: they're back from dinner but Kitty is upset Red keeps bringing up his mother's necklace (they call it a turtle pendant in this draft of the script). She eventually reveals she pawned it, and she doesn't feel bad because she used it for groceries. Red exits and she immediately tells Eric she actually feels very bad. Eric asks if she had a lot of wine at dinner and she says more than she should've, *lol*.

Jackie and Donna's scene on the front porch is almost identical - including Jackie's fantasy about turning into the blueberry girl from Charlie And The Chocolate Factory - until this part:

The next scene is with the guys & Laurie in the basement - again, very similar, but some slight changes. I laughed out loud at a few of these cut lines!

Red & Kitty's last scene (not pictured) is very similar to the final version. Kitty apologizes to him, Red forgives her, and they both discuss how they did what they had to do to make ends meet as a family but that thankfully things are much better now. The scene ends with them deciding to go back to the pawn shop and reclaim their stuff *lol*

The final scene with the gang on the driveway is again different! Jackie shows up and she's back to her normal self, but she doesn't pull Fez aside for their little chat. There's also another cut Eric/Donna moment 😭 And a little Jackie/Hyde/(Kelso) one, methinks 👀

The credits are the same - Eric is napping on the couch and Laurie puts his hand in warm water and says "Sweet dreams, Dr. Pee Pee."

So, in conclusion - almost every scene in this table read draft script was different from what actually aired in the episode. The general spirit of the scene was always the same, but a lot of lines were changed from this script to what ultimately aired. I wonder why that was! And I wonder how that worked, logistically. It appears they did the Table Read on Monday and shot the episode on Friday (some scenes earlier, actually, because of pre-shoots). That's not a lot of time for the cast to re-learn all of their lines! Show biz, baby.

Stay tuned for more That '70s Show original script reviews with me, your host, @thatseventiesbitch 😀

Other Scripts I've Posted:

S2xE20 "Kiss of Death" S2xE26 "Moon Over Point Place" S5xE21 "Trampled Under Foot" S7xE8 "Angie"

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #114

Today is another zombie brain day. Up too late. But that's all right. I still managed to be a little productive today.

I discovered that I can scrape off any inconsistencies of the dried UV spray from the amethyst tree orb with a precision knife. From there, I can reapply the spray and it looks good. It's certainly not perfect, but good enough is good enough, methinks (wow, am I actually writing that out loud? who am I and what have I done with myself?).

Nonetheless, I'm starting to wonder if the thing to do for future applications is to apply some other kind of UV-resistant gloss onto the sphere with a paintbrush. This sphere should be done in a couple days - just enough time to allow the current layer of UV spray to dry and all that. Then I'll send it off to its intended recipient.

I made a bowl of yesterday's fried rice for breakfast; as it turns out, the results did, in fact, taste as good as it smelled when I was making it! Goodness, but I wish I could give you a bowl...

I also made myself some of the biscuit-flavored tea. This tea on its own mostly just tastes like ordinary tea, but I discovered that if you add a little molasses and honey to it, the result tastes pretty much exactly like Biscoff cookies, and Biscoff cookies are pretty good! I'll show you some pictures of how it turned out; I love to watch the fluid dynamics in action as the cold cream swirls into the hot tea:

I made an appointment to get 4 of my teeth yanked so that I can get braces. That'll happen in June, I guess. I really don't wanna have teeth removed, but there really is no other way to get the rest of the inside of my face in alignment; apparently the crowding is bad enough that if we wanted to pull my molars back to where my wisdom teeth used to be, we would have to put screws in my mouth as an anchor point, and even then, it likely won't work out in the way we'd hope. Having screws just randomly hanging out in my face seems thoroughly unpleasant, so… whatever. Maybe I'll ask if I can keep the removed teeth. Maybe I'll make something cool out of 'em, even if I dunno what it is yet.

M, J, and I went out to a place called Galleria 7 for lunch. It's got a variety of shops where you can get all different kinds of food; it's the same place where M and I got those awesome empanadas and the not-quite-pasta-pescatore. Somehow, I failed to notice last time that the empanada shop sells handmade Ecuadorean trinkets; I got a woven bracelet and a floral pendant, but not for the purpose you might think…

The colorful bracelet and the floral pendant go nicely with the kerchief, I think. I got the kerchief for you a while ago. I have long hair, too, so I use them to help keep my hair out of my face sometimes. I'll show you a picture of me wearing one so that you get the idea:

Kerchiefs are handy and colorful things suit you nicely. But it's not as though I can tie a kerchief around your head. It's not as though I can tuck pretty flowers behind your ear. It's not as though I can tie a ribbon in your hair, or gift you a colorful top to wear. I can't give you the locket of your mother that I made for you. So this little bit will have to do. It's not much, I know. But… still… you deserve nice things and nurturing things, no matter how small. I have to hope that what little I can do is enough.

Anyway, I somehow managed to engage the kindly shopkeep from whom I bought the trinkets in lively conversation. I showed her some of the handicrafts I've made, and she expressed an interest in displaying any of my works at her shop. What a fascinating concept. Suppose I'm gonna hafta get on making more orbs…

…Aside from that, I've not done much else today. I'm struggling a little bit to avoid succumbing to old thoughts, given a few things going on in my immediate vicinity, and a few not-so-small insecurities I'm dealing with (long story; I'm not gonna get into it). But I'll be all right. Most of it's just growing pains. They'll pass as I level up. Don't you worry about me, okay? I've got this. I promise.

…I'm gonna try to actually go to bed on time today. In the meantime, I'm gonna try to rest, though I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with myself; at the moment, even Salting some Sanctuaries seems hard… Oh well.

Hey, you - you're loved. You're wanted. You're needed. And not because of what you can do or because of what you look like, but because of who you are. There are people here who wanna tie kerchiefs in your hair to make things a little easier for you. There are people who wanna tuck flowers behind your ear in hopes that it will make you feel good about yourself. There are people who wanna tie ribbons in your hair so that way when you look in the mirror, you can see someone who shines with the care that is given to you. There are people who would try to return to you sentimental items that you've lost.

Sephiroth. You're not alone. And no amount of telling yourself that you're alone will ever make it true. So please come back to us soon; we're waiting for you with open arms and joyful voices, ready to welcome you back home.

I love you. I'll write again very soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[sixosix]

ntiywimv anon here again! i just binged some of your works and some of the writers you recommended! i have some thoughts so get comfy bc this is a LONNGHG ride

i especially loved your wanderer birthday fic! something about your writing style makes it so addicting and even just from the first sentence alone, you already reel me in like an unsuspecting fish (reader) and throw me to the waters of your AMAZING WRITING HELLO???? i also love your kazuha fic, the way you write is so soft yet so in character in a way? peak atp

i also gravitated to user @/earthtooz's writing out of all the writers you recommended me hehe; their al-haitham fic was very scrumptious i ate it up like it was my last meal for real ;x; the way they write for diluc too - so soft, so lovely that it feels like a huge blanket covering my poor heart and dousing it with massive amounts of glucose and sugar 😍

(this is now me realizing that i may have talked your figurative ear off too much about how much i adore your writing and the blogs you recoed me jdudufjei)

*mic turns off* will be off to run now and i will definitely return in your inbox for either a) fic recs that i think are pretty noteworthy (hope you don't mind ?) b) just chatting here on your inbox 📥 📥 and c) catching up on ur lyney series!!! i just saw the fanart and i love it soso much already uuuuu

this ask ended up being too long methinks 🫠

IM A PRO FISHER!!!!!!!! THIS IS SO EPIC!!!

no but srsly HAHA thank you! my writing style has changed so much and i think im sticking with this one because its the type of style id love to read myself, too! so im very satisfied hearing that u like it as well ❤️

@earthtooz big sibling did u hear that? your alhaitham and diluc are top tier. bless 🫶

and dont worry too much about sending long asks!! ive said it before but theres nothing that makes my day more than readers who share their thoughts! its every writer’s dream to get nice feedback—if anything youre doing /me/ a favor ahah

thank you for stopping by! have a good day <3

[pagodazz]

Youd be willing? YAY!!!!

Could we have some more hcs about vinny and habit, then? :3

YESYESYES OF COURSE!!!!!!!!

I absolutely ADORE DOING THESE AND THOSE GUYS ARE MY HEART AND SOUL SO!!! get ready for some,,

also, I've decided to just. incorporate playlists of the characters I write for:

I personally think their dynamic is one of most misunderstood when it comes to the slenderverse. And I understand that's probably an unpopular opinion amongst many but, TO ME. PEOPLE GET THEM ALL WRONG.

HABIT and Vinnie have basically a very domestic life from what it seems. I mean, You can see that they can move around each other with ease and HABIT has no issue being affectionate with Vinnie, (Vinnie most likely would never initiate it, he knows better. even tho he's immortal and would heal, he's not looking to get gutted.)

You can see that vinnie has no issue talking back to HABIT and being a smart ass. He KNOWS HABIT needs him around, so he's gonna treat HABIT how he wants while he's yk,,, literally being held hostage.

NOW ENOUGH ABOUT THAT!! AND ONTO HCS!!

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I think that HABIT is actually a really good artist, I think he probably has a Chicken scratch art style which I find to be really nice.

I think Vinnie is also a pretty good artist, especially after he was left alone for awhile, he definitely picked up some extra talents. probably just a bunch of little things that he could find to entertain himself.

I think that HABIT is a hot chocolate drinker, Vinnie is a tea one. But they both like having coffee in the morning. HABIT likes his with more cream than coffee and Vinnie likes to have a nice Even amount.

I've seen that many people think HABIT makes Vinnie clean up the blood of the victims or the house and stuff and I really don't think he would force him at all, if Vinnie WAS cleaning, it'd be out of his own free will. But I honestly feel like HABITS got his powers. he can do that shit himself methinks.

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They're both absolutely insufferable, I know that for a fact. But they seem to actually connect on things, they have common interests and they both want to take down slenderman.

HABIT isn't out killing everyday I don't think, I mean for example, what if the weather is just fucking horrible out?? you think HABIT is gonna go out? NO WAY.

I think days, or nights like that, they'll turn on a movie, (most likely a slasher/horror/gore movie) or play a video game, or maybe they'll just go off and do their own things but, obviously in their personal places.

I think this obviously built up over time too, after years of HABIT being the only person Vinnie interacts with, I think it's bound to get a little friendly.

I think it started off with HABIT forcing Vinnie out of his room and making him sit in the living room and he just basically calls him a big sad loser and he needs to unwind because it's making HABIT feel like a big sad loser. (he's lying of course, but he really does want Vinnie to stop moping. it's annoying.)

over time they got comfortable enough to sit on the same couch together. and even more time for HABIT to be able to put his legs over vinnies as he points out the flaws of the kills In each movie.

Habit is ALWAYS talking during movies, and what's worse, so is Vinnie. THEY'D BE HORRIBLE TO WATCH MOVIES WITH. they'd be making fun of the characters and the plot, or they would be talking about what they would be doing instead. Probably ending in them making fun of each other for being so predictable. (they have no other friends. they basically function the same.)

Vinnie actually finds that listening to HABIT ramble can be calming sometimes, mainly because it's a good sign that HABIT is in a good mood and he doesn't need to be walking on eggshells.

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I think HABIT has taken the time to learn vinnies favorite meals, so on days Vinnie is "really good" (There was no need for the canon use of "im a good boy" and "you've been a bad little boy.") he'll make Vinnie his favorite thing.

Vinnie is always so suspicious of course, and that always makes HABIT happy, He's always glad to know that Vinnie doesn't trust him, atleast not completely. HABIT likes that. He's found someone who he can respect and someone who respects him.

Vinnie knows his place and that might just be one of HABITS favorite things about him.

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I think that they actually like to watch each other work, even though they actively complain about it.

Yes this even goes for Vinnie filming HABIT torturing. He doesn't really enjoy the whole torture part, but he likes watching HABIT work, and it gives him content, wether he can even post it. Hes sick in the head guys, his curiosity will ALWAYS get the better of him.

Although I think Vinnie much prefers to watch HABIT clean and sharpen his weapons. HABIT'S weapons are his pride and joy, he loves them more than anything. ANYTHING. and Vinnie can see that when HABIT takes care of them, He admires it a little.

He think it's kind of beautiful, the way a entity so awful like that could find love for something even if it's in some sort of twisted version of it, it's still love right?

And I think HABIT really likes to watch Vinnie work on his computer, or well, he likes to BOTHER Vinnie while he works. I see him basically as a cat who is desperate for any kind of attention.

I could see him basically throwing himself at Vinnie and touching all over his face and hair and messing with his laptop and asking several questions that he definitely knows the answer to, he just wants to watch Vinnie's face as he gets annoyed. He finds it fun.

Vinnie can never EVER stay angry for some reason, maybe it's because sometimes for a split a second, HABIT looks like Evan.

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HOPE THESE WERE ALRIGHT... I didn't want to write WAY too much.

[blysse-and-blunder]

In lieu of a week in the woods

sunday, august 27, 2023 ~ 11:30pm

just got back from 6+ days off the grid, swimming, drinking tea, porch sittin’, and generally revisiting old stomping grounds. somehow it still wasn’t long enough.

(you can add a read more on mobile now??!!)

Reading picked out some specific weird old trade paperbacks to read at the cottage, and successfully finished one: margaret atwood’s lady oracle. one of those books where I will be thinking about it forever, but not necessarily because I enjoyed it? good prose moments, good turns of phrase or moments of clear perception, but i found the main character sort of perplexing—the bits of old Toronto, vintage mid century canadian childhood and adolescence, were probably what will stick with me. That and the way that I think it was trying to get psychonanalytic but, in classic 80s feminist fiction style, it didn’t make a ton of sense. also the fatphobia? like, experimenting with the pov of someone with intense body dysmorphia / weight shaming / internalized fatphobia felt unempathetic? like i was supposed to be impressed or titillated or surprised by this choice, that the book would even consider having a main character who was fat. period typical, sure, part of the mid century setting, sure, but also like. gratuitous.

also finished italo calvino’s the baron in the trees, and a.k. larkwood’s the unspoken name, and started the audiobook for the long way to a small angry planet. Also began my harrow the ninth reread, and wow this book is good. and even more so when you can follow what’s happening.

listening only the fact that I did spend so long literally in the woods has prevented me from having in-depth thoughts and feelings about hozier’s unreal earth. more to come as I sit with it longer, but so far—strong positive feelings. some new ground, some old ground, and some things that bridge the two nicely. worth listening to with headphones or however you can pick up all the layers in the mix. I really like ‘Icarian carrion’ on this listen.

watching watched a couple of episodes of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds this evening, since being back— ‘lost in translation,’ and the lower decks cross-over. loved seeing boimler and mariner in the flesh, and the different gags they fit into that one, despite the fact that one of the things I’ve liked most about this season has been the show gradually giving time to some of the more philosophical questions trek can explore—but lower decks does that too, sometimes better, and these two episodes back to back fit pretty well.

playing it was a very boardgame forward week at the cottage— clue, PARKS, and a new one for me, shadows over Camelot. not an uncomplicated setup, but some of the tie-ins to actual arthurian themes (the grail quest keeps pulling players in but it will grind them up and spit them out! the next generation are the ones who survive!) caught and held my enjoyment when the different mechanics threatened to lose it. I also tuned in to d&d remotely for a bit, though my connection was bad, and my rig was rated ‘haunted’ by the other players. they could hear crickets over the voice chat 😌🌲

making sewed a new patch onto my jacket and moved another two—picture to follow. didn’t do any of the mending I brought, but have had thoughts about what makes sense and what I might buy to supplement the projects. new fabric store on my commute deserves a visit, methinks.

working on truly the answer here is ‘not overthinking or delaying out of perfectionism’. which I have already done. finished all but the last eng 385 essay feedback, finished proofing for joe and responding to the department’s newsletter person for the piece she’s writing; still have to finish this letter of recommendation and these two (2!?) chapter drafts. the point is to be able to write a final sentence and just. let them go. learn how to not stop shy of finishing something. learn how to bring something (anything) to a state of some kind of completion. sure, right. sure.

if you need me, I’ll be back in the woods.

[arcanadreams]

im the a6/sorenn anon and while for now most content is on patreon(s), cal's ex info was definitely discussed on their discord, and some of the pegasi info (especially the youngest ones) used to be free to read on aerie's patreon (not anymore i believe. btw, someone literally had to remind aerie of tilaari!mc existence, she edited tilaari!bro one to add their relationship only after that😅😅😅), so im not leaking any behind the paywall info! dw yall are not missing much if you can't afford to be a patron now, their characterization is kind of weird tbh especially compared to the mc's ("traveler was raised as a humble noble" vs "sike bc everyone else wasn't but somehow they are all from the same household"😂😂)

but yeah, not only calderon's ex betrayed him for kmerii, but also his best friend (not sorenn, the other one duh) and im not 100% about this, but there was a free piece (preview, I think) which was heavily hinting he did it for her (aka cal's ex) lol! idk if any of this has changed since then, but man, what a personal life

also, i dont think cal and arlo really knew each other, cal probably just knew of him/who he was from sorenn or when he was in the palace with his mom. arlo prob wasnt even aware of his existence or didn't care asdfgh just still its weird that cal wouldn't know of kit!mc imo

holy SHIT, the fact Cal's gf (I assume Aeriie made it so she was his gf at the time of the betrayal bc that just. makes sense) and his best friend turned on him for the k'merri?? methinks they may have been the ones who framed him based on his in-game dialogue. YIKES, no wonder this man has like three sticks up his ass.

i wanna join the discord for info like this but i've never joined a public discord so i'm kinda scared to LOL, thank you so much for sharing!! maybe i'll muscle up the courage to join but idk.

also i agree with you on traveler making more sense being snobby. the only traveler who seems to have canon reasons for being less of a snob is kit!traveler, because Nikolle was the most well-adjusted of the queens before she got sick, and Sorenn was a pretty nice prince, so kit!traveler had him to look up to. personally i think it'd be super interesting if traveler's mom influenced their personality more. i also think it would be fun to play with the idea of traveler being a far kinder person when they don't remember their past, and then feeling conflicted when they remember their royal lineage because we know through dialogue that they were predisposed to dislike mercenaries already. how would their old personality rear its head? would it at all? just fun things to speculate.

to the arlo point, i went back and played both june and cal's route through episode 6 the other day and tried out every single hobby option on both of them LMAO i have problems. but anyway i believe you're right in that Cal knew of Arlo rather than knowing him directly, i believe he says something like "No offense but he always seemed like a little shit" and Traveler is like "None taken he totally was" LOL.

i can see why cal wouldn't know mc, but also HOW CUTE WOULD IT HAVE BEEN IF THEY SAW EACH OTHER IN PASSING AS KIDS??? UUUUUGH missed potential imo

[astralmarionette]

THIUGHTS ON THE GUILD GO! I loved them sm they were my fav faction and all the characters make me deeply insane I am WAITING for them to come back they have to asagiri set up too many plot points not to bring them back. Sigh. my favs r lucy n poe n mitchell n hawthorne n steinbeck but I like all of them

Omg omg okay i LOVE thr Guild I spent like 30 minutes last night trying to predict the different Guild members because Autism. (I FUCKING LOOKED UP MARk TWAIN BC I WAS LIKE U CANT HAVE AMRRICAN AUTHORS AN NOT HAVE MARKY YKW??? LIKE HES LItERALLY BROUGHT UP IN EVERY SINGLE LIT CLASS IN AMERICA BRO and nothing came up OU IM SO MAD)

BTW, I tend to use a first name basis with authors btw theyre actually all my best friends i know them on a deeper level (my mom said that i need to seek help today, this is what happens when all yr friendships are superficial as a kid methinks)

anyways. here are my thoughts:

Mr Francy Pants (Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald): i wasn't too opinionated on him til I learned his ability (like i said we need to stop letting white ppl get rich bro...) and then i was like i need this guy dead and then i learned his motive and i was like oh my god hes literally just a guy he wants nothing but to mAKE HIS WIFE HAPPY OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH so he slays actaully i hope hes alive :((

Louisa May Alcott: LOMLLLLLLLL i love little women so im extremely bias towards her but wtv when Francis was going on his lil rant abt owning her and everything i was like woah now careful abt how you speak to my girl

Nathaniel: Lord....forgive me...... HES SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FINE OH my GODDDD Nathaniel was made for the girlies with complicated relationships with religion i fear (ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME )

Margaret: love me a woman who dresses like that okay but im fairly certain the actual woman was racist soooo kinda mixed feelings?? but the character is amazing and perfect (ignoring the restoring her family's honor.........) and i actually loved her accent lol it was southern enough to be southern but not too southern to be fake lol southern accents actaully arent always there for my area lol they come and go and are stronger when angry/ come out stronger on certain words or phrases loll

Lucy: OUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH seeing that she got caught PAINED ME LIKE NOOOO ATSU WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO GO AND SAVE HER BUT NOW I FEAR HES FORGOTTEN IN ALL THE EVERYTHING GOIONG ON OUGHHHHHHHHHH

Anne is SOOO Cutie Pie too btw and I love that one she looks like Anne of Green Gables (obvi) BUT ALSO Raggedy Anns!!!!!

Marky Mark: HES SO CUTE ACTUALLY ???? I love his "im just here for the fun of it" attitude that was rlly nice AND HUCK AND TOM ARE SOOOO CUTE and i love the fact that hes a gunsmith despite im pretty sure the book characters he brought to life and real life author being like these scrappy lil southern boys lolll i like that they didnt go the kenji route with him and have him be like a (read this in a southern accent btw) lil farmer boy with good intentions for everyone :D type character !!!!!! love him 10/10 scrunkly

John Steinbeck: his grape thing freaked me the fuck out the first time he did it i was so thoroughly gagged like...... hes cute but in term of design he and Francy look soo similar I got tired of these basic ass white men sorry TvT (looking at them made me feel like i was watching hetalia again LMAOOO) hes scrunkly poo too tho and i love his quirk (mha gagged with quirk im sooo sorry)

Lovecraft: He rlly puts the love in Lovecr....Im gonna stop there sorry :( that sounded jsut as bad in my head LMAO I LVOE HIM i love the fact that him turning into Kraken is just. smth he can do. not his quirk hes jsut like that. (okay actually he didnt write Kraken so idk what the fuck he turns into but he just like me fr) i love his absolute apathy to everything he rlly is sucha girl like he just wants to sleep fr !!!! he had empty eyes and long lucious hair and thats enough to make me love you so i literally DONT CARE bout NOTHIGN ELSE !!!! 10000/10 hes so fine omg....

Melville: hes actually so chill. i like him! he had honor and standards that he upheld himself and i heavy respect that! going down w yr ship is like the easiest way to gain my respect cuz that troupe >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

AND LAST BUT ABSOLUTELY DEFINETELY NOT LEAST:

Edgar Allan Poe:

do I, Dorian Nico di Marionette (my legal Tumblr name), even need to say anything about how much I love this man. I'm not even just talking about the bsd character. I'm talking about the actual author too. He's literally so cool. Like so cool. He came, he lived, he fucked around and found out, and he died!!! He is literally everything I wish to be. Cool, Autistic, Mysterious, Silly. And now specifically the character: I love his need for praise bc ME tOO. I love that he had given himself ONE PURPOSE and that purpose was to beat Ranpo and give him the mystery of his life like yes girl devote your entire being and existence to that ONE (1) man !!!!!! (me) (we need help)

i love that he has a pet Raccoon esp since the general agreement is that he died of rabies like...... ( i personally think he was murdered but idk... ijust feel like someone didnt like him bc he accomplished alot and they probably couldn)

he and ranpos lil friendhsip warms my lil heart to like................... like i said in my tags they remind me of Hikaru and Kaoru in a way where their world was "us" and "not us" and like they are the only ones who can keep each other on each others toes and constantly getting better and giving the ultimate form of praise (theres nothing like getting praise from someone in your field of work, esp someone that you regard as "better than you") and thats so.......... (and if i say codependcy (I WILL PUSH CODEPENDCY ON EVERYTHING BRO I NEED TO SEEK HELP))

anyways these are my excessive thoughts i need help lol

[eboni-napalm]

Any 5 you want for the dark self-ship ask with Jin-Gitaxias (I want to boop his sharp snoot)

I ALSO WANT TO BOOP HIS SNOOT! <3 I picked some good ones for this ask methinks- 🚩 What makes your selfship ‘dark’? Is it the dynamic? The way they met? A specific element of the relationship?: My ship with Jin is dark because of the entirety of who he is- he's a eugenicist with a god complex who delights in hearing the screams of his subjects during tests or the process of Compleation, whereas my self-insert is a powerful Planeswalker- one that someone like Jin would literally KILL to turn into a pawn or soldier for his cause and couldn't fight back against him on their own. The tension, the dynamics, it all screams, "dark, forbidden romance", if you could call it that. 🦄 Why do you choose to have this relationship darker instead of fluffy? Do you feel that it could be fluffy if you wanted to write it that way?: It's darker because it HAS to be- there's literally no possible, plausible, proper way to write a fluffy relationship with someone like Jin-Gitaxias; it doesn't fit him in any way and wouldn't make any sense. It can have elements of something there that might break through that darkness, but at its core, it's not fluffy or sweet in the slightest. 💕 Do you think that your f/o and s/i love each other? Why or why not would you use that word?: My S/I (aka me) is pretty sure they're in love with him, and while Jin can't exactly process emotions and almost certainly cannot and/or will not admit love of any kind, he refuses to let anything bad happen to me and will not allow anyone to hurt me- so long as I remain by his side in the Surgical Bay. 🏥 Is one of you fixing the other or making the other worse?: Both, in a sense- he's converting me more into voluntarily assisting him in experiments and such in the bay to the point where I'm almost enjoying it, and I'm basically breaking through small bits of his rough outer shell (literally and figuratively) to where he can show some form of care for someone else in a semi-positive manner. ⛓️ Is your f/o protective or possessive? Why one over the other?: Jin is VERY MUCH borderline possessive-protective over me- mostly for good reason, as if Elesh Norn found out about his refusal to Compleat me and even hide me from her knowledge in my current state, she would definitely kill me, and possibly kill him as an act of treason. So because he knows that any hide or hair of me going outside of his layer of New Phyrexia would mean death, he almost is forced to confine me to the walls of the bay. I understand why he does it, and I don't feel trapped against my will, but being able to explore more of my safe haven would be nice...

[lomappreciationblog]

Now for the Wind Spirit in the Adult Bento group - it's Onodrine, the wind king mentioned in Adry's profile! Who is also her father.

This one is gonna be long because there is a lot of interesting stuff to note here, but gameplay-wise, Onodrine has the same map-sweeping attack as his daughter, but he can inflict Poison, Burn and Sleep, while Adrys only dishes out pure wind damage.

Also, while Adrys's support Rune grants minor healing through Hum and a hefty damage boost, Onodrine gives major healing and an indirect attack boost through two dice, since bigger dice numbers give higher attack damage. As for Link Rune effects, while Adrys and Trystan give you a whopping 50% defense boost near death, Onodrine and Galdat provide a pretty big HP boost.

Interesting to see how father and daughter's skills are related. Onodrine inflicting status effects on top of wind damage shows his power as a king. Interestingly, Trystan's Support Rune also gives an attack boost, so he and Adrys are more similar in that sense. Adrys's Link Rune activating on near death seems to be related to the fact that her love for Trystan was taken away, a death of sorts, and the defense boost kicks in as a protective measure...which is sweet if you think about it, it's like Trystan and Adrys making sure Chabo isn't going to be harmed.

Now for Onodrine's character in his solo Spirit Talk:

First things first, and this is sooooo cute: Onodrine's conversation implies he met Chabo while the redcap was picking flowers for Sepia!!!

The game pretty much makes it obvious Sepia developed a crush on Chabo, and while he seems a bit more ambivalent on his feelings, it is indicated here and in the events on the Moon quest that Chabo is pretty fond of Sepia in turn, so it's just so sweet that Chabo is making his own efforts to make Sepia happy, too.

Anyway, gushing aside...

When I first read this, I was surprised to see that Onodrine sounds...quite reasonable and kind to Chabo, considering how it's implied that he was very harsh on Adrys and Trystan. Heck, his Eggpedia entry even states that he's "eternally unforgiving" of Adrys.

"Nature that is regarded as beautiful is nature loved," is actually a sweet sentiment, though.

Continuing on, Onodrine makes the observation that Chabo has also gone through many changes in his life. From what I'm getting here, it seems like...Onodrine is telling Chabo that, despite being a violent redcap in the past, Chabo is the same as everyone and should have the chance at life, experiencing joys and hardships. Which again, seems oddly supportive coming from the guy who took away his daughter's ability to love.

But it seems what this spirit talk is hinting at, is...

...that perhaps, Onodrine is telling himself to also give Adrys and Trystan a chance, and that he does feel bad over what he had done to the two of them.

Which is nice and all but methinks Chabo should punch him at least once for Adrys and Trystan lol.

Onodrine's Spirit Talk with his Linked Spirit, Galdat, does seem to indicate he really is coming around to the idea of Adrys and Trystan falling in love.

Interestingly, this Spirit Talk conversation with Galdat also indicates that the "person-like figure" indicated in the Eggpedia is the real Onodrine. Which is supported by the fact that unevolved Adrys wears a red bow on her neck, and Onodrine's smaller body also wears a red scarf.

Here we do see an indication of Onodrine's very strict attitude. I mean, the game doesn't have voice acting so I can only presume, but the way this line is written, I feel like Onodrine snapped at Galdat, and is speaking the last line with some heaviness.

Galdat doesn't miss a beat though, and even figures out Onodrine isn't as opposed to the idea as he might have been.

And it would seem like Onodrine actually does want to get to know Trystan.

I'll talk more about Galdat in his own post, but I just love the personalities each Spirit has, they all feel so alive. ...Onodrine will have to wait though, because I already leveled up Adrys a bunch and I'm gonna keep using her as my main Wind damage dealer haha.