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As someone who made a conscious decision to ditch Amazon when my Student Prime membership ran out years ago, this is been my modus operandi: 1) Become okay with the idea of spending a little more money than you would on Amazon. Most other shopping sites don't have free shipping options and their base product price is often a few dollars more than what it is on Amazon. This isn't always the case, but be prepared to spend more money to support places other than Amazon. Also become okay with waiting longer for packages to ship to you--two day shipping isn't a feasible option the smaller a company is.
2) My most reliable online shopping experiences are with hobby sites. There are a lot of online stores that will specialize in a specific hobby like sewing, knitting, art, stationary, archery, dancing, computers, baking, watch repair, photography, etc. My best tip is to find the sub-reddit for that hobby and find out what they suggest for good online stores. I also collect sites from tumblr posts and YouTube hobby creators I watch. I bookmark every site I find into a folder called "Shopping" and check in every once in a while to see if a sale is going on. I have an email that I use for online stores only so I can use the wishlist feature and get notified of their sales events.
3) Second hand sites are my second go-to. There are a lot of things that are just as good second-hand as they are new, and it's often cheaper. These are the main ones I've bookmarked (US-centric):
ShopGoodwill - anything that can be found in a Goodwill (expect higher prices for shipping)
Mercari - a mix of things
threadUp - second hand clothes
Poshmark - second hand clothes
ThriftBooks - second hand books
Ebay - requires patience and filtering, but almost anything can be found for a reasonable price
4) Ebay is the closest thing to all Amazon has to offer. It's not just second-hand from other people or estate-hunters. Legitimate companies sell their (new) products on Ebay, too. Like Amazon, Ebay requires some thinking and common sense to separate scams from actual product listings.
5) Etsy is good for niche things and sometimes second hand things. If I go to Etsy, I expect to pay more than elsewhere because I'm looking for unique, often hand-made things, which are more expensive overall.
6) Like the tweet said, some companies that sell on Amazon also have their own website storefronts. Often, they'll have a first-time buyer discount or a "sign up for our newsletter to get 15% off kind of thing".
7) In the end, sometimes Amazon is the only place to find something. Whether it's the last of the stock of a product the original company discontinued, or the company doesn't exist off Amazon, or the thing is too niche for a hobby shopping site to exist that ships to your country; sometimes, Amazon is a necessary evil. I treat Amazon as a last resort, and exhaust all other options first.
Amazon has a free shipping option for orders over $35, so I'll usually collect a wishlist of things that qualify for the $35 free shipping and order once I've reached the limit. This gives me time to find items elsewhere, while ultimately saving money (free shipping) without paying for Prime.
How to Ditch Amazon
Support your local libraries and the small businesses that are actually making the products you want. Fuck Jeff Bezos and the systemic, universal worker abuse, gaslighting, and brutality they live off of.
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Divine Flesh
{part 1} {part 2} {part 3}
Priest Jeongin x Demon Fem Reader
summary: now that he's all chained up, what will you do to him? he'll have to accept his desire one way or another... /// word count: 7.2k /// genre: smut, angst /// warnings: priest kink, sexual themes, hierophilia, corruption kink, shame and guilt, straight up blasphemy, demons, knife play, bondage, femdom /// a/n: thanks for waiting pookies! i've been chipping away at this one for a lot longer than i expected. this is all just smut <3 luv u sexy demons, luv u faith abandoning, luv u bondage
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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie
Was he dreaming?
He must be, with the way your lips press into his. If this was a dream, it was his most intense yet. Every nerve ending was crackling with hunger, singeing his skin. Every small brush of your hand, your lips, your thigh, made him tremble. He was so incredibly aware of every part of you that came into contact with his body. This time, he could smell you - the sweet, earthy scent of incense, melted with vanilla and a sharp hint of a forest fire. But underneath that scent was something so essentially you. He couldn’t quite place it, but it made his throat burn with the desire for a taste.
You pull his bottom lip into your soft mouth, he groans at the feeling of your tongue caressing over the sensitive, soft skin. He tries to turn his head, to take a breath, to gather his wits, but to no avail. He feels his control slipping away from him, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is you.
The kiss deepens and Jeongin feels like he’s falling further into you. There’s a ringing in his ears as his mind goes fuzzy. He must be dreaming, how else could he feel so intoxicated by you so quickly?
He gasps when he feels a sharp sting on his bottom lip, quickly soothed again by your tongue.
Did you just bite him?
His eyes shoot open as you pull away, smirking down at him. He’s back in his body, his arms and legs still chained to the slab, you still laying beside him, leg thrown over his. This isn’t a dream, he can feel the cool slab of stone beneath him.
“You’re so responsive,” you nearly purr in his ear, pressing a chaste kiss on the edge of his jaw. A bolt of embarrassment shoots through his body at that. He’s forgetting everything he is, everything he has built, so quickly from one kiss. It’s like you were made specifically to unravel him. “I have a gift for you.”
Your hand drags across his chest, sharp nails trailing across his shirt, to reach down on the other side of him. You pick up the silver ring and hold it up for him to see. The ring itself is two inches in diameter, the band of metal is about a half inch thick with beautifully carved swirling designs in a brushed silver. Jeongin eyes it warily.
“Wh-what is it?”
You giggle. “A ring of course. For you to wear.”
You press the cold metal of the ring against his lips for a moment. You then bring it to your mouth and let your tongue curl around the band. Jeongin notices your tongue is sharper, longer than before. It’s still that luscious pink color he remembers placing a communion wafer on, but so much more salacious. His eyes widen, but he can’t find it in himself to be frightened by it. He’s mesmerized by the movement.
“That won’t fit my finger…”
You lean your face near his ear, “It’s not to wear on your finger, my darling.”
Confusion and yearning trickle into his chest. He’s not quite sure where it will go but he’s curious to find out. He hates this side of himself. He hates how fast he allows himself to be led by temptation.
“You’ll wear it once you give yourself to me,” you say matter-of-factly. Setting the ring back down, you grab the dagger once more.
“But first, let’s get a little more comfortable,” you murmur.
Jeongin audibly gulps as you start to drag the tip of the dagger up his torso once more. You follow the strip of fabric covering the row of buttons on the front of his shirt. The combination of arousal and fear is potent, constricting his chest with anticipation.
You shift your weight so you’re kneeling above him. The tip of the dagger rests at the junction where the clergy collar meets the edge of his shirt. A small whine leaves his throat, at your full mercy.
You take the edge of the blade and slice down the row of buttons from his throat to the waistband of his slacks. His shirt loosens, revealing a sliver of bare chest. You place your hand on his belly, smiling down at him when you feel his abs clench under your touch. He slams his eyes shut, his face contorting with effort to hold on to his sanctity.
Your hand is so impossibly warm in contrast to the cool stone below him and the crisp night air. With closed eyes, Jeongin can barely catch his breath. He wants you so badly he can taste it in the back of his throat. When you lightly dig your nails into his pale skin, he moans. He has to do something, anything, to not give in to you.
As you place the blade on his torso again, he begins to pray - the only prayer that comes to mind at this moment.
Our Father, who art in Heaven-
You giggle again, trailing the blade down his sternum, the cold metal leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Hallowed be thy name-
He can feel you slipping the blade underneath the waistband of his slacks, pulling it away from his skin.
Thy Kingdom come-
He hears the fabric tearing as you slice lengthwise down one leg of his slacks, revealing more of his skin to the night air.
Thy will be done-
You slowly drag your nails from his ankle to his inner thigh, making him squirm beneath you, hips raising off the slab. He can’t tell if he’s trying to evade your touch, or chase it.
On Earth as it is in Heaven-
“I can show you heaven, Father,” you murmur before moving to slice down the other leg of his slacks.
Was he praying aloud?
Give us this day our daily bread-
His legs are bare, the pink light making his skin glow in that warm rosy hue. You slide a hand up his thigh, feeling the muscle bunch under your touch. You grab the shredded material from his slacks and pull it out from underneath him with a quick motion.
Forgive us our trespasses-
The warmth of your body leaves his side, he can feel you shifting once more. He wants to look, wants to follow your form, but he denies himself that pleasure.
As we forgive those who trespass against us-
“Jeongin,” you say in a small voice. “Look at me.”
He squeezes his eyes shut tighter.
And lead us not into temptation-
He feels his shirt falling open further as you slide both of your hands up his torso, moving to unpin his collar from the torn remnants of his shirt, pulling the shreds away from his body. Your hands graze over his nipples with a light touch. He cries out at the sensation, eyes shooting open.
Jeongin could cry at the sight.
He finds you hovering over him, straddling his body. The weight and the warmth of you looms over him mere inches from his pelvis.
But DELIVER us from EVIL-
This time he knows he’s praying aloud. He hears how his voice cracks as he spits this last line out.
Your body is supple. The swell of your curves, the scent of you, the way you hold his gaze like nothing else - makes him sick with desire.
For Thine is the kingdom-
You wipe the tear gathering in the corner of his eye with your finger.
The power-
Bringing that tear droplet to your lips, you wrap your plump tongue around the digit, pulling it into your mouth. You hum at the taste, eyes fluttering as if in rapture from the taste of his salt.
The glory forever-
You lower your body onto him, sitting your full body weight directly on his cock. He cries from the heat from your cunt seeping through the fabric of his underwear.
A—AMEN!
He nearly sobs, feebly pulling against his chains, chest heaving with exertion. He can’t take it, you’re too warm, too close, too alluring. Jeongin’s heart is beating hard in his chest, he can feel it in his throat. He wants to fuck you, wants to lose himself within you so badly.
Every small movement makes him more aware of how close you are. It shoots straight to his cock, hardening beneath you. He stills, breathing hard, trying to control his shaking body. The chanting of the robed figures stops abruptly.
He can hear every noise in the forest now - or lack thereof. There is only the soft breeze that whispers through the trees of the circle. Most of all, he can hear the beating of his heart as it slows, adjusting to your weight. Your fingers rub delicate circles into his skin, grounding him in this moment. The only tether from his mind to his body is your soft caress.
“Do you hear that, Jeongin?”
He gives you a confused look, a line of worry appearing between his brows. The humming stops. There is no noise other than his heavy breathing. It’s as if the world has stopped.
“Your God is silent.”
His stomach fills with ice at your revelation.
You’re right. He’s been abandoned.
“He may not be listening, but I have. I want you as much as you want me.”
“No!” He shouts, lying as a last ditch effort of preserving his faith.
“Yes! I can give you everything you want, all you have to do is accept me,” you say, rolling your hips into him. “Give me all of your shame.”
A pathetic whimper spills out of him. He wants to, but he wants to punish himself for wanting. All the years of work and remorse and abstaining, he doesn’t know who he is without it. Who could he be without it?
“And if I do?” He asks weakly. “What then?”
“You’ll have to put that trust in me,” you murmur, a smile growing on your lips. “I will care for you.”
He is stunned, looking up at you with round, shining eyes. You want to care for him? Take all of his shame and guilt? To hold him, even with all the sins he’s bottled up and stored away his whole life? Jeongin chews on the inside of his lip, thinking about what kind of life he could have without the burden of guilt.
He nods ever so slightly.
“No, Father, I need your words.”
Jeongin’s heart hammers in his chest again. He has to say it out loud, to give in completely. He needs to be the one to make the decision. He takes a deep breath, knowing this will change his entire trajectory in life.
“P-please,” he whispers.
You hum, leaning forward to press kisses into his feverish skin, drifting down his body lazily, inch by inch. “Please what?”
“Y/n, please…. I want….” He starts, but the words die in his throat.
He watches you as you grin, that pink glow flashing in your eyes. Your face is at the level of his hips, he realizes. His cock twitches in his underwear.
“It’s a process, Jeongin,” you say, fiercely holding his gaze, “to take someone’s shame. You have to open it up, expose it, before I can take it.”
A lump grows in his throat, his anxiety skyrocketing again. His fear sits before him, the main obstacle between him and you. Acknowledging the things he feels ashamed of is one thing, but to display them to another living soul for assessment fills him with a curious dread.
While he’s lost in thought mulling that over, you take the elastic edge of his waistband with your teeth and pull it away from his body. His cock twitches again in anticipation.
SNAP!
The elastic slaps back against the sensitive skin of his pelvis. He hisses as electricity shoots through his body.
“Are you ready?”
He looks at you. Even with the teasing affection in your eyes, he feels safe. Under the thick layer of embarrassment that you so easily bring to the surface, somehow he knows you will catch him when he falls.
He nods.
“Yes,” he whispers. “Take my shame.”
Your smile grows wide, your sharp teeth glinting in the pink glow that surrounds the two of you. Your fingers hook onto the elastic of his underwear, pushing it slowly down his hips. His cock twitches as the last piece of fabric on his body, other than his clergy collar, is peeled off inch by inch. His hardened length springs out as you move down, the tip flushed and ruddy.
Jeongin’s breathing picks up again as your hands slowly snake up his thighs. Your form looms above his hips, dipping down as if to kiss his flushed skin. Your face is level with his hips as they shudder beneath you. He squeezes his eyes shut tight.
Oh god… you’re going to put your mouth on him.
But, just as your hands rest on his pelvis, your mouth mere inches away from the tip of his straining cock, you laugh. The heat of your breath brushing against his cock is enough to make him writhe beneath you.
“I haven’t even touched you yet, little priest,” you mock, looking up at him.
Jeongin meets your gaze and gasps.
Your eyes are burning pink now, glowing like a neon sign in the middle of this forest. Your pupils are blown wide, teeth sharper than they were a few moments ago. But the biggest change yet - the sleek, black horns protruding from your forehead. At your hairline, the horns twist upwards about 6 inches from your head, reflecting the glow of the circle.
Jeongin notices that he can’t see the trees anymore. The fog has shrouded the area. He can see to the edge of the slab, but no further. Only pink clouds surround you, swirling like smoke.
Before he has time to absorb his environment, your hand moves to hold his cock around the base. He throws his head back with a cry, your touch igniting something fierce in his belly. He has to control the shaking of his hips or he’d start rutting into your hand.
“We’re just getting started.”
He whines, a tragic noise spilling from his throat.
You stick your tongue out, just like you did when he placed that damned wafer on it. But this time, you let saliva drip off of it slowly. He watches the droplet form and fall - right onto his cock.
Jeongin chokes on whatever air he had left in his lungs, forgetting how to breathe for a moment. Your hand starts to glide up his shaft, spreading the wetness around. He shudders at your touch, core muscles spasming as he tries not to lift his hips from the slab.
Your grip is loose on him, barely enough pressure to realize your hand is there, a ghost of a touch, but he knows. He can feel it. It’s like you’re the ocean, ebbing and flowing over him, but with each wave, he gets closer and closer to breaking.
He’s panting now like some animal, feeling his balls tighten as you keep moving your hand. His hips start meeting your movements, trying to chase your hand for more friction. A blush stains his cheeks as he feels like he’s about to find his release.
“Y/n!”
“Hmm?”
“Mm-’m gonna-”
Suddenly, there’s no pressure, no movement, just cold air as you move your hand away. He cries, his cock bobbing helplessly, searching for any sort of feeling. Your laugh rings through the night, watching as he pulls against his chains, writhing underneath you.
“Poor little priest,” you coo. “You thought it was going to be that easy?”
Jeongin feels tears prick his eyes again as he grunts in frustration.
Your hand returns, caressing him again at an excruciatingly slow pace. Your thumb finds the bead of precum that decorates the tip, smearing it down his cock. The way your fingers dance around his hard length leaves him dizzy. He has to concentrate on breathing again as he finds himself approaching the edge of bliss again.
He feels you squeeze him as you pick up the pace, rocketing him towards pleasure once again, his back arching off the slab. The sloppy, wet noises your hand makes against his length are the only thing he can hear. He’s whining again, body quaking from the heat of your hand, the speed, the ache. He grits his teeth as he’s about to-!
Then nothing. Your hand disappears once again. He cries out, his voice cracking, and you laugh at him, your sharp teeth reflecting the pink glow.
You toy with him like this many more times - bringing him to the brink and not giving him that final push over the edge. He’s delirious with want, he feels like he’s floating in the air, like he’s drowning, like he’s crashing. All he knows is every time he almost comes, he gives another piece of himself to you. The only thing he needs is your control, your touch, nothing more.
After what feels like an hour, he’s begging. Like a litany, the word “please” tumbles from his lips like a landslide.
“Please what, Jeongin?” you ask. “What do you want?”
He gulps, trying to find his voice. “W-whatever you’ll give me.”
That earns him another slow smile. You crawl up his body, kneeling above his hips.
“Whatever I give you?”
“A-anything, please!” He’s crying now, tears from all the exertion streaming down his temples as his head rests against the slab.
You settle your full weight on him again, this time his cock aligned perfectly against your sex. He hisses at the heat of you, already wet. The robe you wear, sheer and iridescent, dances before his eyes as he tries to concentrate.
“Anything?”
“ANYTHING!” He grits out.
You grind your hips down on his, sliding yourself over the length of him. He thinks he’s going to die, the pleasure is too intense, his breath shuddering in his lungs. Your eyebrows pinch together, throwing your head back as you roll your hips, losing yourself in the feeling of every vein, every ridge of his cock. He’s hard, pulsing, and wet as you grind your clit on him. You lean forward, pressing your hands against his chest, using his body to steady yourself as you move against him.
Jeongin looks up at you in awe, the glint of the pink light off of your horns framing your head like an unholy halo. He pulls against his chains again, but this time not as a way to evade your touch. He needs more, he wants his hands on you. He wants his lips on your skin. He wants to feel you as you unravel him, to hold you as he dies in your arms. He whines and pulls at the manacles on his wrists, rattling them against the stone.
“What is it you want, priest?”
“Y/n, I-” he starts, trying to lift himself up as you continue to grind on his cock. His eyes flutter at the sensation as he sighs. “I want…”
“Yes?”
“I want YOU,” he groans. “Please! I need to touch you!”
Your movements slow, your eyes filling with affection as you look down at him. The sight is contradictory. Your new frightening features - sharp teeth, horns, glowing eyes - are filled with a softness one wouldn’t expect from a demon. It makes him want you more.
“Do you give yourself to me?”
“YES!” he shouts, happily accepting defeat. “You can have me.”
You lean over his body, moving to unchain him. Your plump breasts are inches from his face, covered by only that sheer robe. He strains his neck as he tries to press his face into you, to feel you. To taste you.
The tension from the chains leaves his wrists, his arms automatically bending, sore from all the time he’s spent on this slab tonight. He watches you as you move down to his ankles, undoing the manacles around them as well. He sits up, wrapping his arms around your middle as you straddle him again. Your skin is warm and soft as velvet. Your scent is even stronger now that he’s so close.
Jeongin gazes at you again, the remnants of tears dotting his eyelashes, sparkling in the glowing light. He's never seen such a beautiful, terrifying sight. So different you are compared to the blushing parishioner who he fed communion to.
“Y/n…” he sighs your name.
“Jeongin…” you smile back at him. Your hands cup his cheeks, tenderly wiping away the tears. “Are you ready for your gift?”
He nods his head eagerly.
“Say it.”
He feels a blush rise to his cheeks again. “I- I’m ready for my gift.”
You reach over, grabbing the ring, holding it up in the light. It reflects the glow surrounding them. The ornate design on the silver looks like it’s moving, undulating like oil swirling on top of water. Jeongin is mesmerized by it, tentative curiosity burning in his stomach at what it could be for.
You press it to your lips gently, then lift it to his mouth. He looks at you quizzically before pecking it lightly. You hold it between your bodies for a moment, smiling at him with all the warmth a deity could feel for a devotee. Then, you twist your hand, as if snapping your fingers - and the ring disappears into thin air.
Before he has time to question what happened, he gasps as he feels a throbbing in his cock. He feels more sensitive than he’s ever felt in his whole life, squeezing his eyes shut and hissing at the sensation. It’s as if he can feel the very air molecules move through the breeze, his skin crackling with electricity.
What IS this?
He looks down between your bodies and balks. The ring is sitting at the base of his cock, encircling his shaft. The blood pounding through his veins is being trapped there, pulsing harder with every heartbeat. The tip of his cock is bright red and weeping. He has never felt like this before. It’s alarming but the fear is drowned out by the massive wave of lust that washes over him, pulling him into its wild current. His hands find purchase in your skin. He squeezes your plush hips, fingers digging into your flesh, holding on for dear life.
You giggle again, tilting his chin up towards your face. He blinks at you, eyes watering from everything he feels in this moment.
“This is what it feels like to be mine,” you say, and press your lips to his.
Jeongin gasps into your mouth. Now that he doesn’t have chains to hold him down, he moves against you. His hands wander, one trailing up to thread his fingers through your hair, the other pulling your body as close to him as possible. Your tongue grazes his lips, asking for entry, and he’s more than happy to oblige.
You taste sweet as he explores your mouth. Your body temperature is hotter than his, and he happily burns with every new touch. You’re soft and intense, pulling back and then crashing down on him over and over again. He revels in how powerless he is with you, worshipping your level of control over him. The need to show you his new found devotion swells within him, his cock bobbing in anticipation for what he’s about to do. You pull away, gazing at him.
“What is it you want, my little convert?”
The new nickname slams into his heart. Until now, he didn’t realize how far he was willing to jump off the ledge of his faith for you. Convert is right, he is your newest disciple. He takes a shuddering breath.
“Please,” he whispers. “Let me give you an offering.”
Your brow quirks as you grin, gesturing for him to continue. He pushes his hand against your sternum, directing you to lay down. As you settle yourself into the slab, he’s now the one that looms over your body. He reaches up behind his head with shaking hands, and unpins his collar, tossing it to the side.
Jeongin doesn’t even know where to begin. It’s been so long since he’s looked at another person so intimately, let alone touched them. He picks up the dagger, noticing a small tremor in his hand. You watch him carefully, but make no move to stop him. Whatever is about to happen will happen, it all comes down to Jeongin and his crisis of faith.
He holds the dagger up to the light for a split second, then places it near your throat. There is no fear in your eyes though, only affection and trust, as he lifts the edge of your robe and begins slicing down the shimmering fabric. Jeongin is obsessed with the way your body reacts to his ministrations, squirming as he travels down your body with the blade. When he gets to the peaks of your breasts, your nipples pebble as he tears the fabric further, the ripping sounds filling the air. Tracing over the tattoo in the middle of your torso, he marvels. It’s as if he’s unwrapping the greatest gift he’s ever received.
He hears your breath quicken as he gets to the bottom edge of the fabric. The dagger clatters to the stone again. He doesn’t care, all he needs is his hands on your skin as soon as possible. He starts at your ankles, sliding his hands up your legs, similar to the way you touched him earlier. The torn fabric of the robe slips open as he moves his hands up your thighs, brushing his thumbs lightly over the neat thatch of hair that frames your cunt. Your hips jolt at the tender touch.
He smiles as he travels further up - your hips, your belly, your ribs. You’re squirming by the time he reaches your breasts. The soft whimpers leaving your lips are enough to drive him to madness. He wants to hear more, wants to know what other sorts of sounds he can pull from your throat.
Your skin is raised in goosebumps everywhere his hands have touched. His hands palm your breasts, massaging the soft skin. He wants to bury himself in you, but he forces himself to focus on the noises you’re making, the way you squirm underneath him. He’d be rutting against your leg like a desperate animal otherwise. He grazes his thumbs over your nipples and smiles as your core muscles clench. It’s enough to make him feel like a king to make you this wanton with his touch.
He descends on you, pulling one of your nipples into his mouth. The way you keen at the feel of his wet mouth over the sensitive tips of your breasts shoots straight to his cock, filling him with a crazed need. You arch your back, pressing your chest into him, seeking more friction, as your hands tangle up in his hair.
He needs more, this small taste of you is not enough. He wants to drink from you, absorb you, make you one with him. He kisses a trail between the valley of your breasts, moving further and further down your belly. As he nears your sex, he pushes your legs open, enthralled by the sight of your wet cunt. Flushed and dripping, ready for the taking- he wets his lips at the sight and lowers himself onto his stomach.
Jeongin makes quick work of wrapping your legs around his shoulders, hooking his arms over your thighs, holding you steady. The heat of his lips finds your swollen bundle of nerves, pressing a featherlight kiss directly on it. Your hips jolt again as you moan, your hand grabbing at his hair to steady yourself. He sticks his tongue out, about to receive the body of his new god in unholy communion.
The glorious taste of you floods his senses as he descends, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit. He’s dazed by it. Sweet, musky, and so essentially you. He could spend hours here, this could feed him for eons. The way your legs squeeze around his head as he teases your clit, the whimpers he draws from you as he plays with you, it fills him with the same religious ecstasy he thought he could only feel from prayer.
Maybe this is his new form of prayer. It could easily turn into his favorite.
With his mouth still attached to you, he looks up to find you staring back at him, thrusting slightly against his tongue. Your eyes are hooded and glazed over while they glow even brighter than before.
“Jeongin…” you pant out. “Y-your fingers. Use your fingers.”
He’s never been one to be told twice. One of his arms snakes back down underneath you, slowly dipping one into your eager cunt. It’s as if it sucks him in, feeling the warmth of your body. You rock your hips into him, throwing your head back with another guttural noise.
“A-another,” you moan. “More!”
He sinks another in, gently stretching you open as his tongue still laps at your clit. Your eyes roll up as he hooks his fingers slightly, finding that sensitive spot inside you. The way your jaw slackens leaves your lips shiny with drool. You race towards your climax, with Jeongin tapping on the spot inside you and barraging your clit at the same time. Arousal drips from his fingers, from his chin, smearing it on your inner thighs.
It’s when he sucks your clit between his lips, batting it around in circles with his tongue in the vacuum of his hot mouth, do you finally shatter. Your muscles flutter around his fingers rhythmically as you cry out his name. But he doesn’t stop. As you thrash around, he is determined to ride out your orgasm with you, drawing every last bit out of you until you’re pushing him away, laughing from the overstimulation. He pulls back with a smile, the lower half of his face fully drenched in you.
“Th-that was…” you gasp for air, still giggling at how sensitive your body is. “That was perfect.”
As you come down from your high, he sits up, massaging your thighs. He has to keep contact with your body as much as possible, he needs it. It takes him a while to notice, that his cock is harder than it’s ever been in his life. He looks down, the new silver ring making him shiver, as his cock bobs every few seconds, seeking out any sort of friction. There’s a wet spot on the slab beneath him where he was laying down, precum dribbling out of his tip. Another wave of desire rolls through his body and he shuts his eyes.
After you catch your breath, you notice him shivering between your legs. You reach your hand down, a finger tracing around the shape of his weeping cock.
“Poor neglected Jeongin,” you purr. “You’ve been so good, waiting as long as you have.”
He whines involuntarily at the feeling of your finger on him, the smallest stimulation enough to make his hips shake. You slow down as the pad of your finger taps gently on his slit, a bead of precum adorning the tip like a pearl.
“So needy…so responsive,” you say, making no move to speed up your hand. He gasps at every new brush of your fingertip, trying his best to stay still. “You deserve a reward for your efforts.”
His eyes lock with yours, trying to see if you’re teasing him. You smile at him, wrapping a hand around his cock, delicately pulling him towards you. He tips forward, arms caging around your head to catch himself from falling on top of you.
“W-what’s my reward?”
You smile again, another giggle escaping your lips.
“What do you want as your reward?”
“I-” he starts, but he’s at a loss for words. It still scares him to be so open about his desires.
“We can’t do anything until you ask,” you say, slowly gliding your hand up and down his shaft. He groans at the feeling, knowing he could come from just this. “I want you to ask.”
A small fire of confidence burns in his chest. You are so sure of yourself, so ready to express desire, ready to direct his motions to make you feel good. He wants to be able to do the same.
“I… I want,” he starts, taking a deep breath. “I want to be inside of you.”
He cringes at the words coming out of his mouth, a ripple of shame shuddering through him. Your hand leaves his cock, and for one anxious moment he thinks you’re going to reject him, to leave him here, disgusted by his desire. But instead, your hands find his hips, pulling him in further, until his cock presses up against your sex.
“Good,” you say, grinning at him. “I want that too. I want that so bad.”
You rock your hips slowly, teasing his cock as it slips between your folds. The wetness from earlier spreads on his cock and he whimpers at the feeling. He drops down on his elbows, his lips finding yours again in a long, languid kiss. You two find a rhythm of just moving against one another. Every few thrusts, the tip of his cock will catch on your entrance, but he makes no move to push in. He just loves the feeling of you, he doesn’t need anything else.
”Jeongin…” you whisper, breaking away from the kiss for a moment. “Take it. Take what you want.”
He freezes above you, looking into your eyes. You’re going to make him decide to be an active participant rather than a passive toy. The decision rests on his shoulders. He looks down between your bodies where his cock sits mere inches away from what he wants. His eyes anxiously meet yours again. You give him a small nod, one full of confidence, one full of encouragement and praise.
Taking his cock in his hand, he lines up with your entrance. He inhales a steadying breath, feeling his whole body tremble with the weight of his choice. There’s no coming back from this. The vow of celibacy he took years ago was full of confidence that he’d never have a temptation greater than his love of the Lord. But no one had ever offered him something as tempting as this. Either he stops now and throws himself at the mercy of the church, embracing his guilt… or he chooses himself, giving himself to a new experience of trust and desire.
He chooses to trust you. He chooses desire.
He moans as he sinks into your heat, being pulled in the same way his fingers were earlier. His pace is agonizingly slow, trying to soak in every detail of this experience. The slight clench of your muscles, the gasp you make as he presses himself further in, the way your nails dig into his shoulders. As his cock rests inside the tight warmth of your body, he looks down. He’s seated all the way to the hilt, fully sheathed inside of you. Only a small glint of the silver ring wrapped around his shaft is visible.
The sight makes his cock throb, twitching inside you. He pulls out slowly, and sinks back into you, savoring every second. He finds an excruciatingly slow pace with you, wanting to burn this sensation into his memory. Your hands roam his body, grabbing on to his back. You meet every thrust with your own, bottoming out each time, making him choke at the feeling.
One hand cradles at his face, a gesture so sweet he could cry. He feels the tears welling up at the corners of his eyes.
“I have a different collar for you,” you say with a smirk, and gently slip your hand down to his neck, holding him there comfortably. He pushes against your grip, feeling the squeeze against his veins, making him light headed.
His hips start to pick up the pace, slamming back into you with each thrust. The atmosphere fills with the sound of your bodies meeting, rhythmic and wet. He drops to his elbows again, boxing his forearms around your head. He captures your lips again in a possessive, searing kiss. Your hands move to his back, scratching your nails on his sensitive skin.
Your moans combine, sharing the same breath, harmonizing, as he chases his own high. He can feel his balls tightening, his cock getting somehow harder as he pounds into you. He is delirious, getting lost in the feeling of you - but he needs you to come with him, it’s what he wants more than anything. He moves to sit up slightly, changing your position so he gets a perfect view of your body and his cock disappearing inside of you. He slides a hand down where your bodies meet and starts rubbing gentle circles around your clit with his thumb as he chases his own bliss. He wants you there with him when he finally comes.
You keen at the feeling of his thumb, your breasts bouncing with every hard thrust of his hips. He’s holding onto your waist, supporting your body weight. The pink glow of your eyes is fierce again as you get closer to the edge.
You arch your back off the slab as you find your peak for the second time, pelvic muscles twitching around his cock. Your voice takes over your vocal chords as you groan. It’s enough to pull him over the edge with you. Just as he tips over the edge, you grab his face suddenly.
“Look at me!” your voice rings out. “Feed me your shame!”
His eyes find yours, burning in that pink glow. Your gaze feels like a magnet, like you’re pulling him in impossibly further. He couldn’t look away if he tried. It’s like you’re sieving away the little parts of himself that make him burnwith pathetic regret.
Jeongin’s vision goes pink as tears stream down his face, a flowing path on his cheeks. His whole body feels like it’s bursting with light. His voice echoes into the night as the pink clouds swirl around him, filling his head. All he knows is you, he doesn’t care about the rest anymore.
Jeongin comes deep inside you, his hips slamming into yours, the flutter of your cunt milking him of every last drop. Sobs wracking his whole body as he trembles, the tears spilling down his face feel like a new kind of reverence. He loves you, he worships you, he kneels for you. His hips stutter, overstimulation taking over, but he doesn’t want to stop. He needs to feel you, always.
Is this what it feels like to meet God?
His vision is doubled, his head feeling dizzy and light from the blinding pleasure. As his eyes roll back, his cock twitches for the last time, and he collapses against you, unconscious.
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When he finally surfaces from that inky black nothing, Jeongin feels like he got hit by a truck. He’s not quite awake, but he’s aware of his surroundings. It’s quiet as the pale, misty light of morning shines in his eyes. He can feel the warm blankets and bedsheets cocooning him in his bed. He is warm. He’s in his bedroom. Disappointment floods his veins. It was just a dream. He buries himself further into his cocoon, ashamed of what his mind apparently conjured up.
It’s strange, though - usually after one of his dreams, he wakes up hard and desperate, or covered in a mess he made while sleeping. Currently, he just feels tired. This experience was also so much more vivid than any of his previous dreams. He can remember your taste, your smell, your touch. Tears prick in his eyes, burning them. This is just another sin he has to atone.
Jeongin still wants you. That hasn’t gone away, and now it’s gotten worse. You live in his heart now, not only his shameful fantasies. His brain had to imagine you as a demon to justify the things he wanted from you. Anger bubbles up inside him, and he throws the covers off of him, sitting up in bed.
He’s naked under the covers. He never sleeps in the nude! That’s another sign of his perversion, another thing he’ll have to confess. He drops his head into his hands, rubbing his eyes furiously. Ignoring the images of his dream that start to flash in his memory, he marches himself into the bathroom, determined to shower off the sickly guilt.
As he turns on the light, he yelps as he looks in the mirror. He’s covered in bruises and scratches, his wrists are a lovely shade of burgundy where the manacles sat against his skin. His eyes travel downwards. There, sitting snugly against the base of his cock, is the silver ring.
A wave of elation crashes over him!
“It was real!” he gasps. He cautiously touches the silver ring, hoping it’s not just a hallucination.
“Of course it was real, my little convert,” your voice purrs in his ear.
Jeongin shrieks as he looks back in the mirror. You stand behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder. Your hands move to wrap around his midsection possessively. You press a kiss to the side of his neck and he shivers.
“Do you think your mind could conjure up all these marks?” you ask, licking a stripe up his neck.
“N-no…” he stammers, trying to hold back a smile as his eyes flutter again. He revels in your touch again, in the safety of your arms. If he’s losing his mind, he doesn’t care. He’s with you. ”I just thought with me waking up in my bed-”
“Shhh,” you shush him, placing a hand over his mouth. “Don’t think too hard, you’ll pop a blood vessel.”
“But I woke up feeling guilt again,” he moves his head to free his mouth and frowns. “How? I thought you took my shame.”
“I told you it was a process. It’s not like it all goes away after one time. Besides, you’re teeming with it, I’m going to keep you around because you fed me so well.”
Your hand shifts to rest on his neck, holding him there as you kiss the sensitive spot right behind his ear, dragging your teeth lightly over his skin.
“You’re mine now, little priest,” you say, a slow, sultry smile blooms on your face. The hand not holding his neck trails down his midsection towards his cock, palming over his semi-hard length. Your nails toy with the silver ring, tracing the pattern of it.
“And I’m yours. You can’t get rid of me. All you have to do to summon me is touch your ring.”
He sighs, leaning back into your touch, the relief he feels in this moment is insurmountable. Being in your arms like this makes his mind drift away comfortably, knowing that you’ll be the control he needs. He leans his head back, surrendering to your soft touch.
He chooses desire.
He chooses you.
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{part 1} {part 2}
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taglist: @jeonginsleftcheek @honeyybbuubblleess @simpforleeknaur @starzpuppy @iwannahugchangbin
#skz smut#stray kids smut#stray kids fanfic#stray kids x reader#jeongin x reader#jeongin smut#in x reader#in smut#priest kink#corruption kink#hierophilia
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More Vox Machina meta time bc I feel like people do NOT talk enough about how complex Pike and Scanlan’s relationship is. First off the show is very good at steering away from the typical he’s-annoying-so-she-eventually-gives-in misogynistic approach a lot of those types of dynamics have. Like it initially comes off as just cute and flirtatious until their dynamic ironically becomes the least romantically driven of the main ships in a way that’s far more layered than I expected. It always feels like Pike’s complicated feelings come with observing Scanlan from a distance, she’ll flirt back and play along but ultimately wants to see the person he COULD be, the more sincere and earnest side to him (which can also be tied to Zerxus’ comment about her taking pride in “redeeming” her friends).
But then from Scanlan’s perspective, becoming the person he “could” be means distancing himself from Pike completely, because he’s in love with her and in his mind he sees that as an example of him clinging to his old habits of “finding all the wrong ways” to fill his emptiness. His scene with her on the balcony felt like such a culmination of both their complicated feelings– him relying on those coping mechanisms and Pike recognizing that– and I think that’s part of why he cried and why Pike pulled away at the last second. After that scene, we pretty much see Scanlan stop pursuing romantic interest in Pike for the rest of the season, but she’s still the only person he’ll be vulnerable with.
So then comes this heartbreaking irony that Pike’s been wanting more sincerity from Scanlan for a while now, only for Scanlan finally opening up more about his feelings to include him saying things that end up hurting and pushing away Pike. Because now Scanlan being more vulnerable and sincere means finally admitting he doesn’t view Vox Machina as his “real” family and that he never thought he mattered when he was with them and I don’t think that’s something Pike was truly ready for. And in the end Scanlan is still defining his worth purely on his relationships with others– if he’s no longer pouring his identity into romance/sex, he’s gotta pour it all into his newfound parenthood. He’s still flawed and not in a way where everything just hinges on Pike to “fix” him.
I think when it comes to the romantic relationships in the series it’s the one I’m most invested in from a character perspective. They’re the only pairing that’s yet to sincerely confess or discuss feelings for each other despite how much their relationship focuses on the need for sincerity and it’s so interesting. Like through the relationship struggles of Keyleth x Vax and Percy x Vex, we still see them be more open and upfront with both the conflicts and resolutions of their feelings for each other.
Pike & Scanlan are the only ship we’ve seen neither for, neither a straightforward conversation on the conflict of their relationship itself nor a sincere resolution to their feelings. And I think it has a lot to do with the parallel you can make about their own crisis of identity. Their character motivations and struggles with identity are not entirely dependent on each other as Scanlan has a tumultuous relationship with parenthood and Pike with her faith yet they impact each other so deeply.
There’s a lot more to say BUT for now… onto whatever season 4 brings for the gnomes!
#pikelan#pike x scanlan#tlovm#the legend of vox machina#vox machina#tlovm season 3#pike trickfoot#scanlan shorthalt#vaxleth#percahlia#perc’ahlia
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I don't mean to step on anyone's toes here (and this does not just come from any particular person) but I don't think there's a shred of evidence in canon that Jess ever really felt he wasn't good enough for Rory or that he couldn't live up to her high society ideals or ambitions. In fact, he makes it a point to tell her that he rejects those upper class values and that she used to reject them, too. He made a successful life for himself on his own terms and he did not need to embrace an upper class lifestyle to accomplish that. He also didn't want to.
The idea that Rory can't forgive Jess for what he did when he was 17, that she doesn't trust him, that even post S6 she finds him unreliable and unstable and beneath her standards as a potential partner....none of that is in canon after S4. It's a fanon affectation pushed on the story but it isn't the story. Rory doesn't see Jess as inferior to her, she doesn't view him as below her standards or "out of her league", and she is not still angry about him leaving town when he was a teenager. When she hurts and uses him in S6, she's the one that apologizes to him and agrees that he deserves better than that. If she wanted to throw his past behavior back in his face, she would have done it at that point.
As for why he left in the first place? Well, that actually didn't have much to do with her. He was failing school, couldn't take her to prom, needed to work stuff out with his dad, and since he wasn't willing to retake his senior year over, Luke asked him to leave. His problems were a lot more insurmountable than hers were, but the bottom line is he needed to get out of that place where he was rejected for not being the perfect small town boyfriend and the judgment he faced from everyone there, including Rory. Obviously he could handled that shitshow a lot better than he did, but even if the transition had been easier I think he would have ended up back in NYC at least temporarily and that relationship wouldn't have lasted much longer.
However, I don't think the fear of not living up to her expectations had much to do with it. He wasn't the person Stars Hollow wanted him to be, and he could only thrive when he left it behind.
#this is partially an experiment to see if this ends up in the tags#however....#jess mariano#literati#gilmore girls
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Day 10: Dream Come True
Pairing: Severus Snape x ex-student
Rating: 🥵 ?
Prompt: Dream
A/N: Loved writing this one!! Hope ya'll have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.
Warnings: ex-student and teacher hooking up.
Word Count: 3170
Credits to Gif Creator
Severus had always loathed Lucius Malfoy’s elaborate parties. He threw them multiple times a year, celebrating every possible occasion, and Severus almost always declined the invitation. While he would know most people in attendance, Snape wasn’t one to socialise and a party was his idea of literal hell. However, given that Lucius was the closest thing Severus had to a friend, he made a point to show face at one event each year; often staying for no longer than an hour or so and spending most of the time hauled up in the kitchen alone. Which is where he happened to find himself tonight.
Having already circulated the crowds earlier in the evening, Severus was simply buying time before he made his goodbyes and returned home to the peace of Spinner’s end. The drinks and food were set out on a banquet table in the drawing room of the manor, meaning he often had the kitchen entirely to himself to drink bottle after bottle of FireWhiskey alone.
This evening seemed to be following the same suit as usual, until his tranquillity was disturbed by the entrance of a familiar young woman and her absolutely foul mouth.
“Fucking disgusting shit. Who the fuck does he think I am. And why the hell is it blue?” She muttered to herself, staring deeply at the electric looking cocktail in her hand. She made a direct bee line for the sink and dumped the entire contents of her glass down the drain.
Severus couldn’t help but let out a small scoff of approval at the girl’s words. He, of course, recognised her from her time as a student at Hogwarts. Not only had he been the Head of her House, and Potion’s Master, he often found himself telling her off for her bad language at the risk losing points from the other professors. Severus himself didn’t mind it so much, in fact he found it rather amusing, which must explain why he was no where near as irritated as he usually would be by the disturbance.
“Professor Snape?”
The girl stopped in her tracks, eyeing the Potion’s Master appreciatively. Her tone had dropped to an almost sultry timbre.
Severus remembered now why he always seemed to be giving the girl into trouble. This particular young woman had not been nearly as discreet with her girlhood crush as she may have expected. It had been obvious to him that she acted out in his classes simply to get a rise out of him, and best-case scenario she would earn a detention, prolonging their time together. The latter Severus did not indulge, the last thing he needed was a hormonal teenager making heart eyes at him from across the classroom.
From the way she looked at him now, the young witch had yet to grow out of her school-girl crush. Feeling the effects of the sheet amount of alcohol he had consumed; Severus couldn’t resist raking his eyes over the woman’s figure in return. She was after all, no longer his student.
While her bad habits still remained, her appearance had changed a lot in a few short years. Her hair was longer now, darker too; she wore it down as she always had, allowing it to flow down her back like a waterfall of obsidian waves. Her previously baby face had been replaced by much sharper features; high cheek bones and a defined jaw line, lips that sat in a permanent perfect pout, painted a deep shade of red that only enticed him further. The dress she wore, tight and black, displayed her curves from ever possible angle, the lowcut neckline drawing his eyes to the exposed swell of her breasts.
“Miss Y/L/N.” He stated simply, not allowing his voice to betray his less than appropriate thoughts.
“I didn’t expect to see you here.” She sauntered toward him, swaying her hips with each step.
It wasn’t lost on her that her old professor had just been checking her out, in fact she welcomed it. Since her crush on him first developed in her fifth year, she had long since dreamed of running into him again after she graduated. It pleased her to know that now they were reunited, he seemed to appreciate her just as much as she did him.
“I could say the same for you.” He raised a single eyebrow at her, his eyes never leaving her body as she approached.
“Not sure why.” She shrugged, settling against the kitchen island opposite him. “I’ve been at every party this year. Draco keeps inviting me.”
“As his date?” The simple question drew a wide smile from Y/N.
Was Severus Snape jealous?
“I assume so. But if he keeps making me drinks that look like the result of a chemical reaction, he doesn’t stand a chance.”
Severus scoffed again, amused by her words.
Y/N watched as took a long sip of his whiskey, draining the remainder of his glass.
“What are you drinking?”
“FireWhiskey.” He said plainly.
“Mind if I join you?”
Severus glanced at the woman out the corner of his eye as she came to lean on the cabinet next time him.
“Be my guest. However, this is the last of this bottle.” He said, as he filled his glass. “I’m sure there’s more in the next room, if you feel like re-joining the party.”
“Not particularly.” She huffed, folding her arms over her chest only to further accentuate her breasts. “Draco’s been fallowing me around like a lost puppy all night, I could really use a break.”
“And if I asked you to leave?” He tested, pining her with a stern gaze.
“I’d say tough. You don’t own this space, I have just a much right to be here as you do.” She never had yielded to his dominance.
“Well then.” He outstretched his arm to her, offering up his renewed glass of whiskey. “You might as well enjoy yourself while you’re here.”
Y/N accepted with a smile and a wink. Severus remained stoic, attempting to seem unfazed by her gesture. Y/N always knew Severus would be a tough nut to crack if this day came. But after years of dealing with a pining Draco, she could use the challenge.
“Why are you hauled up in here anyway? Avoiding someone?”
“Everyone.”
Severus couldn’t peel his eyes away from her mouth as she drank form his glass, her crimson lips staining the rim of the crystal. He felt his pulse quicken when her tongue darted out to collect any remnants of the amber liquid from her lips.
“Everyone?” She looked at him inquisitively, returning the glass to him. “Then why come at all if all you’re going to do is hide away in here the whole night.”
“Lucius is a friend. The least I can do is show face, but beyond I have no interest in attending these infernal events. So, I simply wait it out in here until such time as it is appropriate to leave.”
“Does it never occur to you that had you to actually venture out into the crowds, you might meet someone to help pass the time. A woman perhaps?”
Severus laughed into his glass, being careful to avoid the spot her mouth had just been. He knew this was her way of testing him, unfortunately he couldn’t help but fall for her bait; hook, line and sinker.
“I have no interest in any of the woman beyond that door.” His eyes finally met hers, their intense gazes boring into one another. A challenge to make the first move.
“What about those within this room, professor.” Y/N dared to venture.
That final word shook Severus back to reality; the sudden realisation that he was entering dangerous territory with a former student had him eager to make a swift exit.
“I think that may be my queue to go.” He set his now empty glass back on the counter.
“Wait. Stay for one more.” She pleaded, gripping his bicep in one last desperate attempt. It worked, Severus hesitated at her touch.
“It may have escaped your notice, Miss Y/L/N, but not only is the bottle finished, but so too is my glass. There is no ‘one more’.”
“I know where Lucius keeps his private stash. Draco and I would break into it all the time when we were younger.”
Despite his brain telling him it was time to go, Snape couldn’t resist the appeal of the young woman in front of him; her doe like eyes begging him to stay. It was obvious she was just as enticed by him as he was of her. And the fact remained; she was no longer his student. Still, it seemed wrong somehow.
“That would explain all those parties in the Slytherin common room I was forced to disband.” Severus raised a questioning brow.
“Guilty.” She smirked.
“You know those were the bane of my life. Dealing with drunk and hungover underage students wasn’t exactly how I planned to spend my weekends.”
“Just be grateful I was smart enough to avoid you, I can be quite the handful when I’m drunk.”
Severus didn’t know when she had gotten close to him again, but he wasn’t opposed to the way her hand rested on his chest as she fidgeted with the button of his robes.
“Show me.” He swallowed, nodding down to her.
Y/N led Severus through a door in the kitchen, to a wine cellar in the basement. In the corner of the room stood a solitary shelf of finely-aged whiskey, worth more than two teenagers could have even comprehended.
Snape watched on as the woman struggled to reach the top shelf where the best whiskey was kept. He made no attempt to look away when the hem of her dress began to slowly rise over the curve of her ass. He no longer felt so guilty checking her out down here in the dark.
“Clever girl.” Severus purred when Y/N handed him a dusty bottle for him to inspect. “These are what you stole?”
Y/N bit her lip and looked down guiltily.
“I don’t think we realised how expensive they were at the time. We just wanted to have a bit of fun.”
“Mmm. You always were trouble.” He eyed her once more.
“Still am.” She winked again.
Y/N led Severus back to the kitchen, leaving no trace of them behind besides the empty space on he shelf she had no intention of filling.
Despite the kitchen being full of glass and crystal ware, Severus opted to pour another singular glass for the two of them to share.
Y/N watched on fervently as Severus brought the glass to his lips, this time placing his mouth directly over where her lips had been. God, how she wished to know what his lips felt like on her, what he tasted like.
“Good?” She continued to look up at him, practically drooling now.
“Delicious.”
Y/N watched in awe as her ex-professor absent-mindedly run his tongue along a small part of the glass.
Without thought, Y/N brought a thumb to his mouth, brushing the pad gently across his bottom lip.
“Lipstick.” She explained. “Can’t have you leaving here looking like that, people will talk.”
“And what, exactly, will people say.” Severus closer to the young witch, his inhibitions slowly fading which each gulp of alcohol.
“They’d think you were with a woman.” She started, her voice now barely a whisper. “Of course, they wouldn’t know who at first. But seeing that colour on your lips, they’d begin to speculate. And when they saw me follow you out of here… We’ll they’d put two and two together, and jump to a whole lot of conclusions.”
“What sort of conclusions?” He passed the whiskey to her, allowing him to move closer still, their bodies close enough to touch.
“All kinds of things. The most obvious being that we kissed, but their minds wouldn’t stop there. Two people, alone in the kitchen at a party, we could have been up to anything in here.” With every word she spoke she drew Severus in closer, her lips calling to him like a siren to a sailor. “They’d assume we kissed. Maybe, we made out. But ultimately, they’re going to think we had sex. A teacher and his ex-student. How scandalous. There would be rumours about us; what we did in here. They’d say I seduced you with my body. They’d say you got me drunk. They’d say we fucked right here in the Malfoy’s kitchen, all while Draco searched the party for his supposed date.”
The mention of Draco began to boil Severus’ blood, he wasn’t oblivious to how close the pair were and he knew, if given the chance, Draco would have Y/N for his own. He wasn’t about to let that happen.
“Then let’s give them a reason to talk.” Severus stated firmly.
With his permission, Y/N threw herself at Severus. Her lips crashing to his hungrily. Like a starving hyena finally eating after being denied it’s prey for so long.
Practically throwing the whiskey glass aside, Y/N wrapped her arms around Severus’ neck, pulling her body closer to his. Severus felt his way around her; one hand coming to rest on the side of her face, the other gripping her rear possessively. The two became deaf to the world around them. Passion taking over as they devoured the other breathlessly.
Letting himself get carried away in the moment, it never occurred to Severus to move to a less public location. All sense of propriety gone with the taste of her lips.
Gripping her by her thighs, Severus lifted Y/N onto one of the kitchen cabinets, positioning himself between her open legs. Feeling the hardness of his cock at her core, Y/N let out a strangled moan.
Severus broke for breath, kissing his way down her exposed neck and chest, occasionally nipping at her pale white skin. Seconds before Snape was about to rip off the woman’s dress and fuck her in the middle of the kitchen island, footsteps and voices grew louder as they approached.
“Have you checked the kitchen, Draco? She can’t have gone far.”
“Not yet father, I’m just about to look.”
“Shit.”
“Fuck.” The pair swore in unison.
Y/N quickly jumped from her spot on the counter, making sure to right any clothing that may have gone awry. Severus let out a frustrated snarl at being torn away from Y/N.
“I’m going to kill that di-“
“Y/N?” Draco called out upon entering the room.
Neither Snape nor Y/N made an attempt to move away from the other.
“There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Sorry Draco.” Y/N replied through gritted teeth. “I ran into Professor Snape. We we’re just catching up.”
“I see.” The younger Malfoy eyed them suspiciously. “My father is about to make an announcement, he wants everyone to gather in the drawing room.”
“Of course.” She smiled falsely, making to meet Draco by the door.
“Here.” Severus stopped her, clenching his jaw and handing over the almost full glass of whiskey. “You’ll need it.”
“Thank you.” She grinned, lingering when his hand brushed against hers.
The three of them exited the kitchen and made their way through the manor; Severus taking a different route from the others, letting himself get lost in the crowd.
As soon as he was out of her sight, Y/N started to panic that she had missed her shot at the one thing she had been dreaming about since she was 15 years old. Draco had interrupted what was easily the hottest make out session of her life and now there seemed to be no chance of her and Snape actually finishing what they had started.
“What were you and Snape doing in the kitchen for so long?” Draco finally broke the awkward silence that had developed.
“Hmm. Oh, we we’re just having a drink together and chatted about all those times you and I pissed him off with our parties in the common room.”
“What are you drinking? What happened to the one I gave you?” He didn’t even seem to be listening to a word she was saying.
“Erm… I finished it. Sev- Snape poured me a glass of his whiskey.”
“That’s unusually kind of him.” Draco’s intense stare burned a hole in the side of her face.
“I suppose.” She shrugged. “I guess he just likes me.”
Draco didn’t get the chance to object before his father’s voice echoed through the room.
Zoning out after Lucius thanked everyone for coming, Y/N immediately began scanning the crowd for her beloved professor.
Having no luck even after the party commenced, Y/N downed the remains of her drink and followed Draco as he led her into the hall for a more private conversation. Backing her against the wall, Y/N had no way to escape the agony she was about to endure, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed.
“Y/N.” He began with a deep breath. “As you know, we’ve been best friends since our first day at Hogwarts. Our families have been intwined since before either of us were even born. We’ve had our fair share of fun together; both as friends and otherwise.” He hinted towards the few drunken nights where they had casually hooked up. It had meant nothing to Y/N, clearly Draco did not feel the same way.
“This year I have felt our relationship has evolved past friendship, and I think it may be time we take the next step. I like you, Y/N. I want you to become my girlfriend, officially.”
“Draco…” She sighed. They had been over this before, she wasn’t interested in being anything other than friends, he just couldn’t take the hint.
Before she had a chance to break the bad news to him a shadow fell over the pair; Severus Snape towered behind Draco, slapping a large hand on his suited shoulder.
“I’m afraid, Mr Malfoy, I do not believe Y/N is interested in pursuing a relationship with you.”
“Professor Snape.” Draco puffed his chest out, trying hard to hide the look of intimidation evident on his face. “With all due respect I don’t think this has anything to do with you.”
Severus moved the boy aside with ease, positioning himself between his two former students.
“I suggest you leave now, Malfoy, before your feelings get hurt.”
Severus did not warn him again. Instead, he took the opportunity to take Y/N in his arms and pick up exactly where they left off.
“Oh, thank god.” Y/N gasped, clutching at him desperately.
Just as passionately as before, Y/N captured Severus’ mouth with her own, pulling him in by his robes until their bodies were backed up against the wall.
“Want to get out of here?” Severus mumbled against her mouth.
“Fuck yes.”
Ignoring a dumbfounded Draco, the Potions Master and his former student made their way out of Malfoy Manor unable to keep their hands off one another.
Y/N’s dream was finally about to come true.
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your heart is the only place that i call home ( noah sebastian x jolly karlsson )
pairing: noah sebastian x jolly karlsson cw: not much going on here but some soft boys, meddling best friends, seriously a lot of fluff. word count: 947 author's note: i needed some soft stuff in my life right now. this is a sequel to all this and heaven too. title comes from "heartlines" by florence + the machine. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨
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It’s been eleven days since Jolly picked Noah up in a bathroom, cleaned him up and helped him back to the van. A week since Noah came back for that second kiss in some backroom minutes before they were due to go on stage and they didn’t have much time to appreciate it. And after that? After they made it back home, the two of them wrapped up in each other fast asleep in the back of the van, waking up actually feeling rested despite the not so comfortable sleeping conditions?
Nothing.
At least not at first. Not for lack of trying. But they only had six days at home before they were back out on the road, and all Noah really wanted to do was sleep in his own bed for as long as humanly possible, maybe avoid human interaction for at least two of those days. He wakes up on the second day, only to find Nicholas sprawled in his desk chair, phone in one hand and a juice box in the other.
Noah groans and drags his pillow over his head. “No, Nicky.”
“You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” Nicholas slurps loudly on his straw, just to get Noah to peek out at him in annoyance. “So, you and Jolly, huh?”
It was the most obvious question, and it surprised him that it took him this long to bring it up. Noah gives up on the idea of sleeping longer and finally sits up. “Why’d you send him to find me after that show?”
That probably wasn’t what Nicholas was expecting him to say, given the look that crosses his face moments before he smirks. “So you kissed him as a thank you for that?”
“He kissed me first,” Noah admits, and he sounds defensive to his own ears. “Out in the parking lot that night. He told me once I was feeling better, to come find him—”
“Gotta admit, it took you a little bit longer to catch on than I thought it might. He’s had a crush on you for a long time.”
Noah wonders if everyone knew but him. Maybe he hadn’t been looking hard enough to be able to see it, but he’s looking now.
His first thought about this isn’t of himself, “The band—”
“Will be fine,” Nicholas’ face softens. “You deserve this, Noah.”
Noah knows better than to argue with him.
It’s safe to say that his mind is consumed after that. But he’s got to wait still, because Jolly was visiting family and wouldn’t be home until two days before they left for the next string of gigs. And if Nicholas happens to make sure that the house is empty except for the two of them the day that he’s due to come back, Noah doesn’t call him out on it. He doesn’t thank him for it either because he’s nervous for some reason. As if he hasn’t been alone with Jolly dozens of times before. As if he didn’t remember what it felt like to kiss him, to listen to the sound of his heart thudding in his chest in the back of the van.
Jolly looks happy to see him when he gets there, and almost relieved to know that it’s just the two of them for a while. Noah wants to give him time to himself to unwind, but he also can’t help but follow him up to his room, stand in the doorway and watch him as he unpacks.
“Are you just going to hold up that door frame for me, or are you going to come in?” Jolly asks finally.
Noah hedges further into the room, before he finally gives up and decides that this is Jolly, there’s nothing to be nervous about. He throws himself down on Jolly’s bed, flops back against his pillows. “So how was your trip?”
“We are not going to do that, Noah.”
“What? No small talk?”
Jolly pushes his suitcase off of the end of the bed and crawls up beside him. Noah would probably back away if it weren’t for the fact he’d fall off the bed. So much for not being nervous. “You and I are beyond that now, don’t you think?”
Noah can’t argue when that. And when Jolly opens up his arms for him, he can’t help but move over and immediately sink against him. He thinks back to that night in the van, how peacefully he slept curled up on Jolly’s chest, how it had become just a space for the two of them even for a little while. And now, he finds himself in the same position, head propped up on Jolly’s shoulder, an arm tossed over his chest. One of Jolly’s hands is threading through Noah’s hair slowly, and he reaches down to trace his fingers over the arch of Noah’s brow until he lifts his head to look at him.
“I don’t think I was looking before, when I should have been,” Noah says, his words holding an apology that probably isn’t needed. “But I see you now.”
Jolly shakes his head, “You’ve always seen me, Noah, the same way I’ve seen you. And take it from someone who’s always been looking.”
Noah pushes himself up and kisses him because he can’t help it, not after that. It’s soft and simple, and it feels like it could be enough. But he can feel it all over, all the way down to his bones. Jolly slowly breaks the kiss, smiling as he does so, and it’s impossible for Noah not to smile back.
“Yeah,” he says quietly, nudging his nose against Jolly’s. “I see you now.”
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Where relief had sat after the good news, FEAR slowly creped and crawled in, too, as the question was whispered somewhere in the back of his mind, by an unfamiliar voice, WHAT IF THIS WAS ALL JUST A DREAM? Fragments of his own imagination, pieced together as he lay on the hard stone floor somewhere deep underneath the Tower of London – bleeding out – dying. Had enough blood on his shirt, and trousers for it. Dark patched of the once fever-red liquid. The nurse had brought it up, too! He vaguely remembered, now, how she had asked him if he wanted her to see if they had anything they could offer him in replacement, so he could get changed. Had never answered her. Stared into the distance. Waiting. Endlessly hoping.
He looked more awake now; his eyes had focused the moment the nurse had mentioned the magic words. SHE IS AWAKE. Like a light being switched back on again. – Looked at the nurse briefly now too, as if he wanted to say something to her, but he didn’t find the right words and turned his attention back to Kate.
And if he was lying somewhere, bleeding out because he had failed – maybe this wasn’t the worst thing to imagine. Kate, with the colour returning to her face and not as white as the bedsheets. Kate, with a soft expression in her eyes as they met his own. Either way, it just meant he wouldn’t lose her, did it not? While he had given up years ago to imagine what would happen to him after death, at least dying didn’t seem this bad if it meant he didn’t have to live with the loss.
MANAGED ANOTHER SMILE AT HER; a choked chuckle accompanying it, as Kate asked him the question he had already expected. Felt as though they had been here before. They have been. About a year ago, when she had survived another impossible thing. And then she asked him a similar question, too. Boat One. The crew. The rest of the personnel. Only then his answer hadn’t been accompanied by a smile but a tortured expression – not wanting to answer because she deserved a break.
He wouldn’t say it was GOOD NEWS now, but it was easier to answer than the last time. A NOD. The smile still lingering for just a second. “ – the trainees all made it out. I’ll have to arrange with Rebecca and her team that they all get the right support, but we had no casualties on this side.” He didn’t have to mention, that there had been other victims to the attack as Kate had seen them. A few others, too. They would be honoured at the right moment. Wouldn’t be forgotten either.
Stood there for just a moment, until he could feel the nurse’s hand on his arm; giving him a little shove. Now go sit down, the kind eyes seemed to say. OH, he remembered her. The nurse who had given him a vase for the flowers he had brought to the hospital last time he had been here. The same one, who had told him about the aspirin in the water to keep the bouquet fresh for longer. – Odd. The things one could remember.
Still on his feet, he only took a step closer to the bed; not knowing what to do with himself, not to mention his hands, he rested one on the end of Kate’s bed, close to the clipboard with all her information on it. Eyes wandering towards it briefly, before he turned back to Kate and raised his voice again. “ – I spoke to Josh and Vikram… I remember them mentioning it was pure luck that a lot of our scientific staff wasn’t in today…” Not a lie. He remembered it. Not the exact words Josh or Vikram had used, but he remembered the look on their faces. Too many dead already. But they had managed to save so many, too. Even Kate.
Afterwards, it was nothing but a blur, little fleeting moments in time that the more she tried to keep a hold of, the more seemed to slip away. Briefly recalled the ambulance, the flashing lights, the sirens, the shouting and then afterwards, the bright lights of the hospital corridor and the operating theatre. Strange figures in green scrubs with gloves and masks and white caps, all gathered around her like some sort bizarre pantomime. It was the pain that kept rousing her, that searing, blinding hot pain tearing across her shoulder. Fought to keep a hold of that pain, even though she cursed it, hated it, wanted it to be over and done with.
Too stubborn to go quietly...even if there was a voice calling out to her from far away. Somewhere over there, where that bright light was coming from. A voice she hadn't heard for some time now. Katherine....what the devil are you doing here? Gone before she could even really process any of that. Felt like she was falling. No, not falling? Was she?
Woke to the sound of the monitor quietly beeping, squinting up at a pale green ceiling. Could feel soft sheets beneath her and a hard hospital mattress and not another soul in the room save for an older woman with kind eyes that she didn't recognise. Hit her then like a speeding train. UNIT, the tower. The invasion. The alien militia. Had they all made it out? Had they managed to reclaim HQ?
Panicked now, she tried to sit up... but her limbs felt heavy, sluggish to respond.... Felt groggy. At least the pain had dulled, the wound sutured and patched. She could feel the drip in her left arm. That probably had something to do with it. Briefly, Kate felt a strange sense of deja vu. Had she woken up before this? Remembered the surgeon talking to her.
The nurse was quick on the uptake. "No, no! don't even try it! I told them, I said it! I said, I've seen this one before. A real fighter. Never listens, thinks she knows better than the rest of us. There now. Let's get you sitting up before you hurt yourself..." Tried to protest, half offended, half mystified, gawping at the nurse like a goldfish in it's pond and trying to follow what she was saying, ❝ S-sorry, wha-? ❞
But the nurse did not answer, shuffling over to the bed to take the hand remote off it's holder, one hand gently supporting her to sit upright, the other adjusting the bed. The older woman beamed, evidently proud of her work. She dropped the remote back into it's cradle, waggling a finger at Kate, "Now you stay put, I'll just go tell him you're awake..." She paused at the door, tutting, "You gave him a fright love. Got to stop landing yourself in hospital I think, or we'll have to put him up in a bed next yours!" Kate stared after her, completely bewildered for a moment or two. Briefly, she wondered whether she had in fact woken at all.
It was only when the nurse reappeared, bringing with her a familiar face to soothe at least, some of the anxiety, that the words started to fall into place. God....That nurse. It was the same woman from a year ago, when she'd landed herself here after Boat One had gone down... which meant...
Oh. Those large brown eyes softened as she met his, realising just what the woman was talking about, ❝ Ed... ❞ Kate swallowed thickly, words quite failing her in the moment. A hundred and one things running through her mind, unable to pluck a single thread out of them and unravel it into a coherent thought. Could only focus on something she could make sense of right now. And that was work. ❝ ...the tower, are they.... did everyone make it out? ❞
#[edward; verse three] ᴏʜ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ ғᴏᴏʟ [re unit ed]#injury tw#unitlead#death mention tw
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Faiza performing the Kagnoma Odo (pretty literally 'lion dance'), a weapons dance and one of the more important ritual duties of Odonii priestesses. A relatively new addition to this traditional dance involves the musket as the primary weapon, which is fired mid-twirl into the ground at the climax of the dance. Faiza is experiencing an 'oh fuck' moment because her shot is more than ideally diagonal, but she’s being so cool with it.
This is a wholly ceremonial performance at the onset of the pilgrimage, performed in full regalia and lion skin (of the small, semi-domesticated strain) but no armor. It’s also distinctly a display of political allegiance between the powerful and beloved Odonii priesthood (and its loyal military) with the increasingly reviled and destabilized imperial family, with Faiza prominently wearing a bracelet of the royal serpent, which was gifted (along with the musket) by the usoma Stavis Amanti himself (Usoma is the Wardi word for king, which has been retained in the context of emperors).
The Kagnoma Odo is the ultimate demonstration of the Odonii as an embodiment of the Lion Face of God and living vessel of military might and sovereignty, demonstrating her fitness and proficiency with weapons and as a spiritual unifier for soldiers. It is accompanied by drumming and occurs in stages, running through the three keymost weapons used in war- the spear, the sword, and the musket. The musket is of the most significance, given the weapon has developed a particular esteem as the ultimate embodiment of might and superiority. Assistants (almost always other priestesses, occasionally high ranking soldiers) load and prime the musket to be fired at the climax of the dance, where it is shot into the ground as the priestess leaps out of range of the shot. The firing signals the end of the dance and the rite itself.
While not the utmost exemplar of trigger discipline, only fully inducted and senior (and therefore very thoroughly trained) Odonii are permitted to perform the dance, and injuries during actual performances are quite rare (though are known to occur during training, more than a few Odonii have burns and wounds on their feet).
The most important renditions of this dance are performed upon declarations of war and before battles (in this case, generally done in full armor along with the lion pelt). It is also done during some trainings (while a dance, it is carefully choreographed to include naturalistic maneuvers of the weapons involved and helps soldiers limber up and learn to move their weapons). It is regarded as an impressive and motivating sight and a morale booster, and, seen at a distance, potentially intimidating to enemies.
A special variant of this dance is performed as means of fully incarnating the Odomache, which is done in full nudity with the body covered in the blood of the freshly sacrificed lion and cloaked in its raw pelt (the lion has become the corpse of Odomache in the moment of death, as part of its recreation of God's sacrifice). Her public, full nude appearance once (and only once) in this act is what allows the Lion Face of God to incarnate within her. Those in attendance see the spiritually vulnerable, naked human body obscured with the sanctified and deified blood and cloaked in the sanctified and deified skin. It is a merger of the contradictions of mortality and divinity, the boundaries between the two indistinct in flickering firelight and the flash of musketfire. She is witnessed by her people, dangling in between humanity and divinity and leading them in dance, and and is thus transformed.
#faiza haidamane#Not really relevant to the core post itself but I don't have anywhere to put this#Faiza is a pretty extreme cultural rarity in that she's something along the lines of agnostic (regardless of her priestesshood)#It's a culturally specific form of agnosticism where the notion that God continues to exist and interact with the world in spirit form is#questioned. She personally gets the distinct vibe that God truly and wholly died in the act of creation and is no longer present#This isn't just a Her Thing it's a concept that comes up in some strains of religious philosophy but it's pretty rare#Orthopraxy is SIGNIFICANTLY more important to the faith of the seven faced god than orthodoxy so her merely thinking this isn't#a fundamental issue as long as she performs all expected rites and behaviors and etc (which she does quite devotedly) but it would#definitely not be socially accepted to openly proclaim (least of all from a senior priestess devoted to maintaining the connection of God's#spirit to Its lands and people) and she keeps it to herself.#She is the only main character who WHOLLY doesn't expect the pilgrimage and rites to end the drought. She doesn't fully DISbelieve#either (kind of like 'well maybe?') but for her this is all a very pragmatic political maneuver to stabilize the crumbling empire and#regain the people's faith in its leadership. It's not fully cynical like it means a lot to her but in a sense of very practically protectin#her beloved empire rather than a more spiritual sentiment.#It's very complicated for her like she takes her role very seriously and cares deeply for her faith while not actually believing#in it in any personal sense. More about what it represents to her than what it's supposed to literally be.#the white calf
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well barbie and blitzo’s interactions killed me just as i expected, but i just want to talk about this:
we can see that barbie’s mad at blitzo for whatever reason, but something about this scene feels off to me. and i think i’ve pinpointed why
blitzo is no stranger to people being mad at him, in fact it happens in most episodes. of course some people‘s feelings mean more to him, such as maybe m+m, stolas or even fizzarolli, but he doesn’t shy away from defending himself and speaking his mind to even them. he always has some shit to say, and always sticks up for himself in his own blitzo way
but with barbie he doesn’t, he just stares at her with that sad little look of regret on his face. even in this scene:
blitzo recoils away from barbie. doesn’t defend himself. doesn’t argue with her. just recoils.
blitzo obviously feels shame and regret over whatever has happened between him and barbie, otherwise he would’ve stuck up for himself. however i also think he views barbie as completely innocent and out of the wrong regarding whatever happened, instead possibly blaming himself, due to one thing:
barbie was never in blitzo’s bad trip. striker, fizz, verosika, moxxie and stolas were, but not barbie. all of these people he views negatively (or has previously viewed somewhat negatively in moxxie’s and stolas’ case) but barbie is no where to be seen. obviously something has happened in the past with her as with the others, but unlike them he can’t bring himself to hate her for it
edit: just gonna throw it out there that blitzo recoils when barbie presses their mother’s choker. make of that what you will
#this ended up longer than expected#i have a lot of feelings about them#helluva boss#helluva boss spoilers#helluva boss unhappy campers#helluva boss season two#helluva boss barbie wire#helluva boss blitzo#helluva boss moxxie#helluva boss fizzarolli#helluva boss stolas#helluva boss verosika#helluva boss striker
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Hello, sfth fandom! I've noticed that there's been a surge of sfth fanfiction lately, so here's a friendly guide to tagging on ao3.
(quick note: none of these are de facto rules as much as they are advice from someone who's been using ao3 for years; you don't have to follow these tips at all, they're just to help new ao3 users navigate the tagging system)
Rating
There are 5 different ratings that your fic can have: Not Rated, General Audiences, Teen and Up, Mature, and Explicit. The rating tag tells the readers what level of mature content is in the fic.
Not Rated
It's best to avoid this as it tells nothing about how much mature content is in the fic. If you tag your fic as Not Rated, it's probably best to go a little more in-depth in your additional tags or fic summary to prevent accidentally triggering people.
General Audiences
This rating is for fics that basically have no mature content whatsoever. Essentially, it means that the fic is suitable for anyone of any age. A rule of thumb that I use is to imagine a 10-year-old reading your work. If the thought of that makes you uncomfortable, then General Audiences is probably not the best rating for your fic.
Teen and Up
This rating is for fics that contain content that may not be suitable for readers younger than 13. This can involve swearing, discussion of mature topics (sex, mental health, etc.), or mild violence.
If you don't feel comfortable with children reading your fic, but your fic doesn't have any explicit content, then Teen and Up is probably the best rating for it.
Mature
This rating is for fics that contain adult themes, such as sex or violence. Usually, fics with this rating have heavy themes but aren't very explicit about it. A sfth-specific example would be Inside the Mysterious Cube, as it has violent themes but doesn't have any crazy brutality or gore.
Explicit
This rating is for fics that contain heavy adult themes, including explicit sex and graphic violence. Generally speaking, most (if not all) smutfics should be tagged as Explicit.
Warning(s)
Warnings are used to warn (surprise surprise) the reader for any potentially triggering content. It's good fanfiction etiquette to always tag warnings, even if you're concerned about spoilers. If you're especially worried about spoilers, you can tag your fic as Choose Not To Use Warnings and add a TW in the notes for chapters that include triggering content.
The warnings are pretty straightforward for the most part, except for one thing.
Choose Not To Use Warnings vs No Warnings Apply
This is something that can be very confusing for new ao3 users (and even some old users). It essentially boils down to this: No Warnings Apply means that none of the warnings that ao3 provides are in your fic, while Choose Not To Use Warnings means that you don't want to explicitly tag any of the warning, either to avoid spoilers or because you're unsure about which warnings you should tag.
I personally use Choose Not To Use Warnings when my fic deals with heavy topics non-explicitly. For example, I have written a fic before that involved heavy instrusive thoughts and similar mental health issues, which I thought could trigger unwanted thoughts for the reader, so I tagged it as Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings.
Fandoms
(quick note: "common tag refers to tags that have been wrangled by an ao3 tag wrangler (you don't need to know what that is) and can be used to filter works)
This is the thing that seems to confuse most sfth fanfiction writers. The "Shoot from the Hip - fandom" tag redirects to British Comedy RPF, which is pretty common for niche RPF fandoms.
What I personally do is tag the fandom as Shoot from the Hip, along with any longforms if they apply, which should have their own common tags.
If you're writing a fic for a longform that doesn't have a common tag yet, you should format your tag like this:
[longform name] - Shoot from the Hip Improvised Sketch (e.g. The Unrelenting Aubergine - Shoot from the Hip Improvised Sketch)
I would advise for you to tag both the longform(s) and Shoot from the Hip - fandom. As an example, this is how I tagged my Unrelenting Aubergine and Wild, Wet & Worrisome fics:
(the order of the tags doesn't really matter here)
Relationships & Characters
Okay, this is probably the weirdest thing to tag for the sfth fandom since there are pretty much no common tags for these. For the characters/relationships that have no common tags (which is pretty much all of them), it's best to format the tag like this:
[character/relationship] ([longform where it originates from) (e.g. Derek (The Unrelenting Aubergine), Bubba/Jeremiah (Inside the Mysterious Cube))
The other way to go about it is to use the most common tag. For example, I tagged my Ditch fic as Derek/Titch without the (The Unrelenting Aubergine) since most of the fics were tagged as such.
Just for reference, here are the boys' common character tags for the RPF writers:
Additional Tags
Here is where you can go wild with the tags. These tags are used to give the reader a brief idea of what the fic is about, and you can feel free to add as many or as few tags as you wish. However, it is good etiquette to not add too many tags, so make sure that just the essentials are covered. For example, if your fic features a chair, there's no need to put "Chair" in your tags.
Tags You Should Probably Include
Now, these are all my personal opinion, but I feel like these tags are almost essential for any fic so that the reader can get a quick idea of what mood/genre the fic is going to be:
Fluff - cute and non-sexual things happen (cuddling, kissing, general affection, love confessions, etc.), isn't exclusive to romantic situations.
Angst - sad things happen (breaking up, crying, self-esteem issues, etc.).
Hurt/comfort - one character is physically and/or emotionally hurt, and another character helps them. There's a separate Emotional Hurt/Comfort tag for the character going through emotional struggles.
Anything sexual - do any sexual things happen in your fic? If yes, then you should probably tag it. If the sexual content is only implied (e.g. two characters waking up in the same bed naked), there's an Implied Sexual Content tag for that.
Any heavy content - things like abuse and violence should be tagged, even if you already have a warning for it. This is just to prevent anyone from reading something that might be triggering for them.
Other than that, add as many tags as you need to describe your fic.
A PSA About RPF
Finally, since this is a fandom that involves real people, here's a quick PSA for RPF writers and readers alike:
Please do not share any RPF fics with the boys. This goes for any work, explicit or not.
Also, please respect RPF writers. You may not feel comfortable with RPF, and that's totally fine! Just please don't harass RPF writers just because you believe that RPF is wrong. If there's a fic that you're uncomfortable with, just don't read it and please don't go leaving hate comments on that fic.
I know that this fandom is full of lovely people, but I feel the need to get this out of the way as it's an issue that many RPF fandoms have to deal with.
I really hope this helps!! :]
#shoot from the hip#sfth fanfiction#of course this applies to every fandom but this is more specific to the sfth fandom#since I've seen a lot of writers rant in the A/N about how annoying the tagging system is#(and I totally understand y'all lol I was just as confused when I first joined)#jesus christ that ended up being way longer than I expected#kudos to those who read it all ngl
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There's this one meme that's like "Came home drunk last night, and got way too excited to see my cat." And you see the white cat covered in lipstick smooches in the picture.
That's me with Tinyformers! Bumblebee, or Rodimus, or Optimus, or Drift, or Swerve, or- (I don't wear lipstick though. So I wouldn't have to worry about washing the lipstick off of them. The point stands though.)
I would also hug them lots. I think I'd probably want to take care of an affectionate Tinyformer, bc I'd see the little guy(s), and want to hug them a whole lot. And give them little kissies.
Bumblebee might be a little embarrassed at all the affection at first, but he loves to snuggle with you and receive kissies once he gets used to it. Rodimus and Swerve are always up to be yoinked and showered in affection, although Swerve is a little less of a brat when he wants attention (Rodimus may commit small acts of arson if you don't respond in a timely fashion). Drift is also very cuddly, but he definitely needs his alone time too. If he's not in a mood to be held though, he'll try to bring you a plushie or something that you can squish instead; he knows you do it out of love!
If you've got a tiny Orion Pax, he'll be a lot more open to receiving affection in the form of kisses and snuggles, even if he may wriggle and beep at you in embarrassment. If your tiny is Optimus though, he'll either aggressively bap at your fingers to put him down, or he'll begrudgingly accept his fate and just lay there limply, his finials twitching. Optimus takes himself very seriously, you see.
Other affectionate tinies include: Red Alert surprisingly! He takes a long time to get fully comfortable with you, but once you've crossed that hurdle he is practically inseparable from you. He will not sleep in his own habitat because he needs to be pressed against your heartbeat the entire night to "make sure his human doesn't die".
Brainstorm also requires a lot of attention, but after a bit of snuggling he's squirming for freedom so he can crawl around your shoulders or sit on your head or just fly circles around you.
First Aid and Ambulon both enjoy being picked up and cuddled, but First Aid is far more willing to reciprocate the affection; he'll try to hug your face when you lean in to give him kissies and he'll softly bonk his faceplate against you to return them! Ambulon is more content just to stay put and snuggle into your hands.
The first two or three times you pick Trailbreaker up for snuggles, he'll probably panic bubble out of instinct, but he does very much enjoy the affection. He'll generally find his way into your lap if you're sitting down and fall asleep to being pet gently. He is a lap cat. And yes, his lil engine purrs.
#zef askbox#transformers#transformers idw#transformers mtmte#transformers fanfiction#tinyformers au#transformers bumblebee#transformers rodimus#transformers swerve#transformers drift#transformers optimus#transformers red alert#transformers brainstorm#transformers first aid#transformers ambulon#transformers trailbreaker#this ended up a lot longer than i expected lol#again i have the most knowledge of MTMTE/LL characters so i can answers asks about them the best :D
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I definitely think there are more AA enjoyers out there (including some Spawn fans who claim otherwise, remember how many of them were salivating over AA's sex scene in the beginning but now they're all saying they actually hate it because he's dissociating in it) but the thing is AA fans have become the fandom's punching bag which makes it really difficult for a lot of people to publicly come out as liking this route without potentially being called delusional, told that you may end up being abused irl and other crap like this because how can you not see his toxic and abusive behavior. It also doesn't help that even one of the writers who worked on his character claimed that players who chose this route only saw him as a sex object lmao
I know there are spawn fans who like AA because every time I see AA romance scene posts in places like OnlyFangs and the Astarion facebook groups I'm in, I ALWAYS see comments like "I can't ascend him but this is so hot!!" or "thank you for posting this! I'd never do this to pookie, but I have to admit this is got me🥵🥵🥵" or panty dropping gifs and things like that. So they can thirst after AA (but we are the only ones sexualizing him, remember!), yet simultaneously talk about how much they hate that version of him. It really makes no sense. Just enjoy all of Astarion! No guilt, excuses, disclaimers, or abuse required!
It's really unfortunate. I understand why some AA fans keep quiet in the fandom. There are a few people in one of the AA discords I'm in, who are only active in that discord and nowhere else in the fandom because theyre just tired/afraid of the negativity. That's ridiculous to me! The fact that people literally can't even comfortably just exist in the fandom without the fear of being bullied for NOTHING.
I have been told I'm "romanticizing abuse" directly and indirectly more times than I can count and it doesn't get better with frequency. And when you factor in that many AA fans ourselves have had experiences with abuse and trauma, it's just such a poor taste statement that literally has 0 ground. I mean, if any romanticizing of abuse were happening, wouldn't it be Larian doing it anyway? Aren't they the ones allowing the romance to continue after ascension with positive dialog choices, and sharing the AA kisses on Valentine's Day posts? Why not come after them instead of fans? If the relationship between AA and his Consort was "written to be abusive" then shouldn't Larian write that so clearly that literally no one can argue about it and there is no doubt in anyone's mind? So why then, is that not shown in the game? And why come after the people interpreting the story differently instead of the company for not making the story's message so airtight, it can't be argued?
Hint: because it's not written to canonly be an abusive relationship, that wasn't Larian's intention and nor should it be. The intention was to create an evil romance route and that's exactly what it is. Anything outside of that is up to YOU.
I think that's where the superiority complex steps in though. That whole "you AA fans just aren't media literate and clever enough to understand the deep, meta meaning of this cautionary abuse tale!" thing.
It also feels like an underlying misogyny thing too. A majority of Astarion fans in general are women and AFAB people. I see spawn fans always calling us "AA girlies" and I never see the reverse. And when it comes to AA fans, it feels a lot like a "let's save/educate the poor naive girls from themselves and their foolishness." When many AA fans aren't even female and certainly aren't naive or young impressionable people looking to have a real life AA.
As for the Co-Writer Who Will Not Be Named... that whole situation is a perfect example of someone abusing their position/influence. They knew players would take their word as law, without actually thinking about it in the context of it being a rolepaying game. So their opinion and agenda is taken as a canon fact when they only did minimal writing AND they can't speak for anyone else's Tav/Durge but their own.
Saying "When Tav ascends Astarion, it means they only see him as a sexual object." is just like saying "Tav keeps Astarion a spawn because they want control over him." Can you roleplay both of those things? ABSOLUTELY. But for most Spawn fans, I'm sure that is NOT why your Tav did it, especially if they're romancing him.
What Welch said is exactly the same type of statement. Their position and professional contribution to the game holds no water in context of their statement being universally applied to all Tavs and Durges that ascend Astarion. It may be how they see it, it may be the impression they tried to get the dialog to convey, but it's all up to each individual player how it's interpreted.
#wow that ended up being a lot longer than I expected lol#anon ask#anon#ascended astarion#astarion discourse#astarion ancunin#astarion
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Namid[A]me - Hitorie 🌧
old main version now swapped with the realistic raindrops one here because i've realised i kind of just prefer it a lot myself visually HAHA, despite this one fitting the vibe of the song better
#end roll#russell seager#chris (end roll)#chrissell#my art#SONG TWO in my questionable little chrissell playlist illustrating project 🥳#i also tried drawing russell's shirt collar normally for once and it was??? surprisingly fun actually#not sure what i'll stick with but yea!!#HITORIE IS SUCH AN ACTUAL RUSSELL AND CHRISSELL GOLD MINE BTW#expect a lot more of their music with this if i can keep up the drive long enough 💪 since they're mostly in the latter half#i think they're one of my top favorite bands now...#this one took longer than expected partially bc i kept getting distracted by designing a genshin AU for them WHEEZE#but also—#can you REALLY call something done until you start feeling physically sick from looking at it 🤔🤔 (i am developing a problem)#perfectionism aside there i actually really like this tho HAHA
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I'm watching all of the Studio Ghibli movies starting with Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, so let's talk about it!
This film was released a year before the studio was created, but it's often considered part of its catalogue. It's based on a manga of the same name by Hayao Miyazaki, who's also its director.
It's a post-apocalyptic film about a world that's mostly covered by the toxic jungle, a poisonous forest, result of a huge war that happened on Earth arroud a thousand years before the story takes place, and it's filled with mutant insects. Nausicaä is a princess from one of the few human enclosures that still exist at the time, and she likes invesigating about the toxic jungle and its creatures. One day, an army from a neighbouring kingdom invades the Valley of the Wind, the place where she lives. They are determined to destroy the toxic jungle, and they want to use a Giant Warrior, one of the old gods that destroyed the world in the previously mentioned war, to complete this task. Nausicaä will try to free her people and stop this army from potentially ending the world.
I first watched this film in the cinema earlier this year on its 40th anniversary and I remember feeling furious throughout the whole film. Don't get me wrong, it's amazing, but seeing how this pacific people had war forced onto themselves made me feel a kind of rage that I can't really describe. It's sad because they didn't want anything to do with it. And it's also sad because it reminds me of current situations happening right now in the world, which sadly don't differ much from fiction.
The film has a clear pacifistic and ecologist message, both very common on Miyazaki's works. One thing I really like about this film is how it explains that every piece of an ecosystem is as important as the rest, even if you think it isn't helping. Humans die after breathing in the toxic jungle, but the trees that form it purify the water that people drink. If you mess it up, you'll die. Nausicaä is also a very strong heroin, guided by her ideas and her love for the people arroud her. Miyazaki's films also tend to have feminist topics.
Even if this film isn't my favourite from the studio catalogue, I think it's very, very good. It really sets the themes for future Ghibli works, specially Miyazaki's. The soundtrack is also absolutely amazing. Joe Hisaishi is one of my favourite music artists, and the songs he composed for this film are definitely some of my favourites from his works.
I usually love stories that make me feel strong feelings and make me think a lot, and this one definitely did. I think this film is super cool and beutiful and really worth watching. And it's also the kind of film that I like to rewatch over and over again. So maybe, this post will encourage someone to discover it and have fun watching it :)
#les watches ghibli#this post ended up being longer than I expected#but there were a lot of cool things to say about this film!!!#nausicaa of the valley of the wind#nausicaa#studio ghibli#ghibli#ghibli films#joe hisaishi
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any jason headcanons you enjoy?
oh this is a fun question, thank you <3
some of these are going to be more widely accepted fanon, i think, but! ^^;
smallest robin turned largest robin. (i actually think for size it goes jason > dick > tim > damian > steph. i also like the idea that as red hood he's taller than bruce, but bruce is broader/heavier.)
ik canonically he didn't join the school's theater/drama club bc of robin commitments, but in my head he was still part of a group <3 maybe they had a city one during the summer? idk
i also think he was starting to get involved with the martha wayne foundation before he died.
alfred & he are close. ik canonically alfred tends to be a lot more victim blame-y with jason (as all of them are) but i think that entire retcon was stupid so <3
he can cook and cook well!
related: he also stress bakes. and cooks, too. also a stress cleaner. actually, just in general, i think he responds to stress with action. anything that feels "useful" or "helpful"--so feeding people, maintaining weapons/armor, cleaning up a space, etc.
very neat, and meticulous about his space. like, he might have a few things lying around that are "in use" but for the most part everything has a spot.
phobia of needles! it was worse when he was robin, but as an adult he's worked on it & learned how to manage it. however, in times of high stress it shows back up. and he's not good with any kind of unexpected need for shots.
i saw something somewhere about jason having multiple copies of books--not necessarily editions (though def that too) but like... one to put on display & one he can annotate/dog-ear/mark up/etc as h pleases. which i like a lot!
also inspired by something else--this time a piece of art, i think for something set in the batman beyond universe--but. i think he develops hearing problems, and maybe even already has? (actually; on that subject, i think he probably has tinnitus now, and maybe develops hearing loss as he gets older.) [updating with a link to the art]
good with kids. that one might just be canon xD
does a lot of volunteer work when he's not vigilante-ing. he does work with various places, but i think one of his favorites is like, storytime with kids at a library, or something.
i go back & forth between "jason is warmer" and "jason is colder" post-resurrection, and i think i like to stick with somewhere in the middle---he gives off a lot of heat, but has a harder time retaining. so even tho he feels warm to everyone else, he's still cold.
not really a headcanon, but. white streak + autopsy scar is peak jason design~
& i'll stop there bc this is getting p long!
#not on the list above but: i also like hc's about jason with body dysmorphia#anyway#that got a lot longer than i expected! i thought i'd just have a couple but i ended up with. more than that xD#thank u for asking cordy this was rly fun <3#dcu#jason todd#jaybird#asks and answers#felinemotif#OH i'm also a big fan of jason with a little more fat over his muscles#but i think that's probs obvious from my fics lmao#batfam
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Yuno's birthday is today, so I decided that I wanted to post something for her! I quite struggled to find a topic to talk about, because there are already many analyses of her birthday art, so I decided to take a look at the interrogation questions, and found something really interesting!
(not sure if it's a tw, but I talk about some negative aspects of society and some more or less sad things that life has to offer!)
"How many years do you want to live?"
Considering that with every birthday you are aging up, I wanted to do a short character analysis for Yuno, and reasons for why her answer makes sense. (Also, I felt like this answer of hers was overlooked a little!)
1. Yuno is a realistic person: she stated it herself in the interrogation questions and actively shows this in the voice dramas
"A realistic person is someone who believes that the world has a certain way of working and is willing to accept it. Realists are the people who believe that the world is not perfect and that there will be problems. They are not idealistic and have few unrealistic expectations."
In the first VD, Yuno shows understanding of how the real world works, how people act in certain situations, judge their peers for their own selfishness, to feel better about themselves. Yuno, despite her young age, already grasped the negativity traits of the society and how themselves are the cause of the enclosure of their minds and specific features in order to fit to what is considered the norm and morally accepted.
However, she thinks different in comparison with the majority. Yuno lives for fun, she wants to experience exciting things! She wants to avoid boring activities or situations. Problems or any kind of inconvenience are considered bothersome.
And there are plenty examples for that!
Yuno second voice drama:
"Yuno: I said so at the start, didn’t I? That punishing people outside of the law is boundless. And so I had no interest in Milgram.
Es: Yes, I remember. You said that you would pay my judgment no mind and remain as you were.
Yuno: Oh! That’s right! I’m happy you remembered. But, you know, I didn’t exactly hate it, Milgram. It’s nothing but weird people but it was warmer than my day-to-day life.
Es: It did appear as though you were having fun.
Yuno: Yes, it was fun! They may be murderers, but they’re interesting people! It puts me at ease, in a way, that we’re all people lacking in something.
Es: You are saying that that changed and it’s my fault?
Yuno: Yep! This situation’s bothersome-ness has won out over the fun so I am extremely cooled off. That is all."
During first trial, Yuno felt accepted in a group where everyone was lacking something. They are all murderers, so they can't be considered the norm or morally accepted. It was a mutual understanding that they are all different, they did something unusual, and so, for Yuno the atmosphere felt nice, calming. She always felt excited, because Milgram was a nice change of place for her, different from the judgemental people from outside who were bounded by the rules.
That's why she is expressing her total distaste towards Es's actions. They are the same as the society: judging the prisoners constantly, enforcing rules and punishments which are constraining their lives in Milgram.
Moreover, because of the first trial results, the prison is no longer a safe place, because of the conflicts that arose between characters, for example: Kotoko's rampage, Amane and Shidou.
If during the first trial, they were all the same, some people stuck in a weird prison, due to their unusual actions, in second trial, they were divided into two groups: forgiven and guilty, resulting in having different treatment, creating an imbalance between them.
The forgiven prisoners, although they still lack a certain something or desire, with an innocent verdict, it diminished a little that feeling of emptiness, happy that there is someone who understands them.
Haruka second voice drama
Haruka: I wanted to thank you, Warden-san!
Es: Thank me?
Haruka: Because you forgave me, Warden-san!
Es: …
Haruka: Because you told me that what I did wasn’t wrong…! That’s what changed me! I was saved by you, Warden-san…
Muu second voice drama
Muu: Ah, it’s been a while, Warden-san. – Things have gotten tough, haven’t they… Everyone seems to be struggling and the whole atmosphere feels tense because everyone’s struggling, it’s really troublesome.
Es: Is that so?
Muu: But as for me, I think Milgram has become a lot more comfortable! I know now that I can get whatever I want if I ask for it, so I don’t need to be so on edge anymore.
Or it evoked a new purpose in their life, a new change in their mindset.
Shidou second voice drama
Shidou: I need to be punished… but I need to stay alive, or young lives will be lost. I… I don’t know what to wish for anymore. I’m starting to think… that I want to live. That I want to be forgiven. Despite being so riddled with sins…!
The guilty prisoners, however, if they lacked something before, now that feeling is amplified. Some of them lost confidence of their initial thoughts, are broken and injured.
For Yuno, this imbalance of treatment between prisoners is similar with how people are acting in the real world. Those who have it better tend to turn a blind eye towards the problems. They are aware of them, but most of the time, don't act to resolve them, because it isn't a concern, or there must be someone who can take care of it. Sometimes, people tend to judge those who have it worse, because there it always must be a reason for why they are in such a difficult situation, most probably it's their own fault.
Yuno, herself, doesn't really like to associate with bothersome situations and problems, but she knows when she needs to take responsibility and will do anything to assure that her family and friends are in good health. When Shidou is not around, Yuno is the one who keeps Mahiru company and makes sure that she is fine!
In a way, it makes sense why Yuno dislikes Haruka and Muu. Although they know about these problems in prison, they were never seen trying to help a little, always living in their own bubble! Muu's lack of concern in this situation annoys Yuno, as it easily resembles the way society is.
Muu: The ones who are suffering are the ones who have done bad things, right? You know, like, what goes around comes around.
Es: …
Muu: Besides, Kotoko hurt and was mean to the people who didn’t get forgiven by you, right?
Es: …Yeah.
Muu: Wouldn’t it be weird for me to have any thoughts on that, then? After all, I didn’t do anything wrong. You forgave me!
Moreover, Yuno is an expert at reading the atmosphere and changing the way she acts based on which person she is with or situation, something that Muu doesn't really bother with.
Muu and Yuno timeline post
"Mu: Hey~~~Isn’t everyone a bit gloomy lately? I get that this situation isn’t ideal, but you’re really bringing down the mood for my birthday.
Yuno: Haha, surely even you can tell now’s not really the time for something like that right. Nobody’s really in the mood, or rather nobody has time time to deal with something like that."
It gets quite long, so I'll get to the point! Explaining why Yuno hates the society, makes sense for why she answered like this! She gives herself enough time to experience adulthood, as she wants to have a job which would interest her and still wants to experience some fun along with it! But she doesn't see herself as spending so much time in a world like this. Because it's too serious, too complicated and at a certain point, she'll get completely bored of it!
"Do you have any dreams for the future?"
2. As the years pass, you grow older and such have more problems or struggles. Financial issues, stress at job, taking care of the house, maintaining relationships can be more harder, feeling of loneliness.
Moreover, 40 years old is in average almost half of the lifetime for humans. In the second half, you start to experience a decline in health, meaning more stress and pain.
Describing all these in such a negative light really looks like there is a lot of hassle...
As I stated before, Yuno would dislike all these problems, it deprives her from the fun time and from the warmth she is actively seeking for.
Also, this timeline conversation with Amane, let us see an interesting part of her character!
"Yuno: Sorry for barging in when you’re getting into your worldview thing. But Mahiru-san’s finally managed to get to sleep. Humour me with some small talk while I take a break.
By the way, Amane. Have you ever wished you were never born? I’ve thankfully lived a pretty fun life so far, so haven’t really. But you seem to be struggling with something. So I kinda wondered if you thought like that."
It's human nature to wish to escape from this world, every time you reach a difficult point in life.
It seems that Yuno quite thinks the same. Despite not experiencing this feeling, because, so far, she had lots of fun, she doesn't have much interest in living in a world where there are many problems. She doesn't want to struggle much, so adulthood, if she's unlucky and doesn't fulfil her wish of having an interesting job, would not be very exciting...
Also, she doesn't have a positive world view when it comes to hardships.
Yuno first voice drama
"Yuno: Hm~What's this? A lecture? Are you a believer in Seishinron? I hate them more than anything else, you know?"
She's realistic, this kind of belief is used to motivate people in order to work more. It's an idolized version of the world, in Yuno's opinion. Already having this mindset, means that she is aware that not every future problem can be solved. Health problems? It depends a lot of the circumstances, but unfortunately, not always they can be overcomed. Stress at job? Or it's just a temporary event, or it is the norm. The option would be to find something else, but that also means again stress and sometimes is very difficult to find.
Anyway, Yuno gives herself time to experience adulthood, but doesn't want to spend much time as an adult.
3. Old people are most of the time treated as nuisances by the society...
And the way they are depicted, is something that Yuno would never want to be referenced!
Weak, frail, feeble... Financially distressed.... It reminds me of a certain line...
"Yuno: I’m not pitiable. My family gets along super well. And I’m not particularly struggling for money. I decided, of my own free will, to do it because I felt that it was necessary for me."
People tend to remember relatives mostly by the last moments of their life, usually when they are old. Yuno doesn't want to be remembered as weak, old or fragile! She wants to be remembered as a strong person, smart and fun to engage with! That’s why she would rather live a shorter, healthy life, than to be considered something that she hates.
4. In most cases, when people reach adulthood, they see their parents growing old. They are struggling due to health issues and, as their child, it can be hard to watch something like this. Also, you have this anticipation that one day, you'll never see them again.
Despite 40 years old it's not the most predominant age when it comes to family loss, there are still many people that experience grieving at younger ages.
Yuno cares deeply about her family, as stated in interrogation questions and minigrams. For her, the idea of losing a family member will be very sad and painful, a concept that she doesn't want to think of!
Interrogation question examples:
"What do you think about your family?"
"Is there someone you want to see right now?"
"Imagine you receive 1.000.000 yen that you must spend right now: what would you use them for?"
"If you had one wish, what would you use it for?"
If I think about it, Yuno has the most interrogation questions in which she is talking about her family!
Also, the minigram in question in which is shown her wholesome bound with her brother!
40 years old would be the perfect age in order for Yuno to not see her family members being in pain or, worse, losing them...
I hope I gave a good insight of Yuno's character and explained why this answer makes so much sense!
Thank you for reading! ~ 🎂
#Happy birthday Yuno!!#it got longer than expected somehow I always end up writing a lot#wondering if people will really read this lmao#milgram#milgram yuno#yuno kashiki#character analysis#thoughts#also really hoping that there are still some timezones where it's still Yuno's birthday....#society#family loss#tw depressing/sad views not too graphic but I felt like I should put it
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