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racke7 · 1 year ago

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Me vs FF14, part 3

I've now finally gotten every (free) class up to lvl 50 (not including Blue-Mage).

There's some interesting ones, and a few that just drive me insane.

Cut off, because geez this got long

Healers:

For dungeons, I've enjoyed White-Mage a lot, because it's relatively straight-forward.

You give the tank Regen, you AOE-heal when you see a bunch of people losing health, you don't stand in the enemy-attacks, you keep a DoT on the enemy, and then you just... press an attack-button and keep an eye on the tank's health. It's a good way to learn a dungeon (your role is "follow the tank, and stop them from dying" so you don't have to worry about getting lost), and honestly kind of fun. It gets more complicated in Raids or (Hard) Trials or what-not, because there are more people to keep track of. And since you do kind of have a responsibility (don't die), it can get really stressful in some situations. But mostly, being a WHM is pretty chill. (Even if you have to learn to be fondly amused at people running to their deaths, instead of angrily frustrated at having to resurrect them.)

Scholar is very similar to WHM, except you don't get "Regen". Instead, you have a fairy that does that role for you. So early-levels it's less infuriating to play, but later levels (when their less potent heals and lack of AOE-regen kicks in), it's easy to start getting a bit stressed-out about it (they also technically have more attack-buttons to press, and it freaks me out. That's just unnatural).

Astrologian is very similar to WHM, but with an added RNG-Buff mechanic that you're supposed to be using, which means that you have even more shit to do. So I feel like that one is only fun for masochists.

Tanks:

Compared to Healers, where it's an "easy way to learn the dungeon/fight", a Tank is the one where you kind of have to already know it.

Basically, as a Tank, you have to be the one running in first, drawing the aggro. Which means that you need to know where you're going, and which paths should be taken (and leading the party in that direction). So, if you end up in a dungeon/fight you've never been in, or one you don't remember? You end up feeling really foolish and out-of-your-depth. But when you know that shit? You look so fucking cool. Like, following after a Tank that knows what the hell they're doing? They just fucking leg it, and everything goes so fucking smoothly, and it's just... so cool. And then you can do it too.

Paladin was really boring to level, but it's so nice to be able to see a Boss' charging an attack and going "nah" and just triggering a defensive-skill to negate most of the damage.

Warrior was slightly less boring to level, but is honestly kind of... shit? Like, I keep running into moments as a Warrior where I'm so fucking close to dying. And as a Tank? That's really worrying? I mean sure, there's that "can't fucking die"-skill, but... it doesn't feel so good to have to trigger that just because you pulled a few too many mobs and you're worried the Healer isn't paying enough attention to your health.

Dark-Knight is... interesting? It's very damage-focused, but it does have a bit of damage-reduction (even one specifically against magic, which is a bit of an awkward distinction to keep in mind). I think it's probably the most fun outside of dungeons, and not quite as bad as Warrior in-dungeon.

DPS:

For the Main-Story Questline, I've mostly been using Monk.

It's... pretty comfortable? It's a DPS-class, so I don't have to feel like I'm constantly just out-lasting the enemy. It's a melee-class, so it's relatively non-squishy. And it has an easy-to-understand but relatively complicated mini-game of an attack-rotation, so you won't get horribly bored with it. It's squishy enough that I've gotten killed a few times, but it's mostly been alright. And again, the ability to have the combat-rotation feel like you're doing something is a life-saver in some of the MSQ-fights. Tried doing a Raid once as a Monk though, and trying to keep track of where I need to be standing and what enemy I ought to be attacking when and how and-... It wasn't for me.

Machinist has been pretty chill for speed-running dungeons, even if it feels like they've got too many buttons to press during boss-fights.

It's mainly for those times where the tank can just keep running forever, with an ever-increasing amount of mobs following behind them. With the instant-AOE with decent range, it feels like most enemies kind of disappear from that mob-train pretty quickly, and it's a nice feeling. I can only assume that Bard (or maybe even Dragoon) could be similar if I could just figure out how to play it. (They're at level 50, but I didn't say I'd done anything with them.)

Ninjas give me a headache. I've mostly just been using them to run around grabbing mat-drops for crafting, and apparently they get even more complicated at higher levels? Ninja is... a lot.

Summoner gets automatically leveled alongside Scholar which is... neat? But it also means that I basically don't play it at all? And it's... a mix between "this is complicated" and "this is pathetically simple" so... not really sure what to think about that one (the level 60-set is sooo fucking pretty though).

But for Raids? Raids is where Black-Mage is actually really fun.

See, during Raids, there are so many people everywhere, that one DPSer more-or-less isn't going to matter that much. So the "pressure to perform" is pretty much nonexistent. And because you're a Black-Mage, and therefore constantly trapped in "can't move, I'm casting a spell"-situations, nobody is even going to be surprised when you get yourself killed. Targeting is also really forgiving, because you have a charge-time to doing damage, so there's no point in you targeting the low-health enemies. And also, a lot of your DPS is AOE anyway, so just throw some of that at the biggest guy and hope that you're helping. It's like the chillest fucking class to play during Raids, and I love it to bits. (Even if the wait-times kinda suck.) I will however note that leveling? Sucked (so many levels to unlock the fun mechanics). Speed-running through dungeons? Sucked (can't keep up with the running). Fighting outside of party-situations? Sucked (they're so fucking squishy).

So... all-in-all?

WHM is the nicest for dungeon-running (also, shortest queue) and very good for learning dungeons/fights.

BLM is the hands-down best for Raids (even if the queue-time is way too fucking long), but sucks at everything else.

Monk is fun for non-dungeon encounters.

Paladin can be really fun (you look so fucking competent and cool) if you know the fight/dungeon, but also kind of humiliating if you don't (they also usually have a pretty short queue).

PS. Also, as a WHM-main? The times I've seen some DPS stand in the middle of an attack that they should be dodging? A few? It happens to the best of us? I have no strong feelings on the matter? I keep Swiftcast ready for Resurrections for a reason, and up until that point? People getting hit just means that I have a reason to do something other than pressing my single attack-button, so I'm fine with it?

PPS. But to the one Tank who went back in to stand in front of the boss when they were using a constant flame-thrower attack? And got like half their health shaved off in a fucking instant? Fuck you specifically.

#laughing #video games #ff14 #personal stuff #rants

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dream-diary-of-a-random-person · 2 years ago

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Another Mixed Bag - 8/9/2023

I had several dreams last night. Some I remember more than others.

1. I'm not sure where I was, but I was walking with a guy in the hallway of some building that was oddly colored (I believe the main colors were oranges, reds, and purples). He began to warn me about some kind of entity (a spirit, I believe) that should be ignored. If its actions were acknowledged, it would become more hostile and cause worse and worse things to happen to the person. However, he said that this being could be befriended, which would make it no longer have ill-will towards the person it was following.

Not long after the warning was given, I could tell something appeared behind me and began to follow me. I was able to catch a glimpse of it (via dream perspective shift) and it turns out the being I was warned about was Moon. The way he was dressed was a bit fancy (I can't remember the outfit well, but I believe he had a hooded caplet on with gold trim, and the rest of his outfit also has some form of gold trim/detailing). His face was also a bit more simplified.

Me and the guy continued to walk. I could tell Moon was trying to intimidate me as he followed (he spoke to me threateningly and I could hear him moving behind me), however I ignored him.

At some point in the dream I saw the guy and Moon outside talking normally. It seemed they were friends with each other (which would make the advice the guy gave me make sense).

At another point in the dream, I was alone with Moon following me once again. He was trying to get me to speak to him, telling me that it wouldn't count as me paying attention to him if I talked to him. I ended up doing so. Thankfully, he was telling the truth about that.

Not sure if this was before or after that, but he caught a large spider. I think he planned on releasing it in my room, so I went to my room, closed and locked the door, and stuck a towel under the door so there wouldn't be a gap big enough for the spider to crawl through.

Notes 1: - The spider was a marbled orbweaver, which I have seen twice in real life. - I think Moon's haunting my dreams now. Someone help me. (/j)

2. I was at high school again. In this dream, I was walking around visiting some of my old teachers. It seemed to be during school hours, since I saw a full classroom that one of my teachers had been standing outside of to talk to previous students. While I walked, I tried to think of what teachers I wanted to visit. I thought about visiting my art teachers, but then I felt like I would cry because I'd be sad to say goodbye to them. I decided against visiting them because of it. I tried to tell myself I'd be able to see them again, but it didn't work.

Notes 2: - My gym teacher and two art teachers were there. I believe my marine biology teacher was also there. All the others were random people I didn't know.

3. My laptop screen has broken, so I began to pry it off to replace it. I used either a crowbar or the nail-remover side of a hammer to do so. I told my brother (who was watching me do this) that I hoped I wouldn't break anything important inside my laptop. I managed to get the screen off, and I could hear bits of plastic and glass move inside it when I tried to shake out the loose bits from the rest of the laptop. Underneath the screen was how the inside of the bottom part of the laptop should be (battery, disk drive, etc.). I ended up messing with the headphone jack a bit, which came out very easily. It needed to just be stuck into another port inside to properly install it, so I looked at my dad (who was also there) and talked a bit about how easy it would be to replace.

Notes 3: - This was apparently the second time I had replaced the screen on the laptop. - The laptop ended up looking more like a tablet at the end of the dream. - I have thought about replacing the headphone jack of my real laptop.

4. In this dream, I had a bunch of things I had bought online, as well as stuff I had been looking through to get rid of. One of the things I wanted to get rid of was a set of woven baskets with some woven and wooden dolls inside. My mom talked me out of it by accident, since I remembered that they used to belong to my grandma and were given to me as a gift.

There was something I wanted to order (I believe a pumpkin with a cute face on it?) and my mom kinda got annoyed with me, telling me I only wanted things for the sake of wanting something. I ended up not getting the thing, though I still did want it.

At one point I had some shoes and other clothing items I was looking through. Half of what I had I decided to return. I don't remember much of what was there, but there was a pair of shoes that were purple, grey, white, and black. They were flats with a heart on the toe. I believe one half of the shoes were purple, the other white, the sole black, and the heart half black half grey. I kept them, despite them being a bit too big for me.

Notes 4: - I only remember small fragments of this dream. - I have some angel "dolls" made in the same way the ones in the dream were. I got them from my dead grandmother's house. - Yes, the shoes were the colors of the asexual pride flag. - I think there was another part of this dream that had some witches I was trying to scare away or something, but I don't remember it enough to write about.

#dreams #Fandom dreams #School dreams #misc. dreams #FNaF dreams #DCA dreams

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ahsoka-in-a-hood · 6 months ago

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-Obi Wan isn't a jedi. His family never sent him to the temple. They're not well off, and life is hard out there, and the war made everything harder. (I think he's supporting other people, but maybe not kids of his own)

-He has other work, but sometimes, when he's strapped, he does a bit of sex work at the anonymous brothel. Glory holes set up. There are worse venues, and better ones, but the main feature is the anonymity.

-the 212 is stationed on the planet he's on. The war is happening right over there. There's a lot going on, but among everything else he takes some shifts at the brothel. Surprise surprise, most of the customers at that moment are clones. It's a pretty cheap place.

-smut, etc.

-they're not paying extra for the soundproofed booths, so he listens to them talk. Picks up on a few of their names and so on. It's the most fun he's ever had at that place (not that he never enjoys himself there, but sometimes it's just work). He likes these guys, they seem cute.

-(okay so I realize there's no actual reason for it to be glory hole stuff specifically, it could have been any kind of sex work. but that's what started this so i'm sticking to it)

-he knows he could have been a jedi, his family told him. He always did dream about the what-ifs. He's always been curious, and has read stuff about the jedi and the force, and tried some meditation and things that he'd read about. It never went anywhere much, but it's there.

-he accidentally bumps into wooley (why wooley? why not wooley) on the way out. Wooley is very flustered- they know they aren't supposed to know who is on the other side of the wall- and then he's very confused that Obi Wan knows him by name, and then's it's Obi Wan's turn to be flustered for the same reason. Trying to guess who is fucking you is not the point of that place.

-But he ends up inviting obi wan to come and hang out with them. no pressure, and of course he won't tell them, he'll just introduce him as a new friend. he knows they don't have much to offer, but...

-Obi Wan is charmed, and curious, and has a bit of free time. He takes the offer eagerly enough, and joins them in their off hours a few times after that. He gets to know a lot of the battalion, and they get to know him.

-He ends up involved in the war effort, even though he's not part of the local security forces or anything. He has some local knowledge and skills and an uncanny good luck occasionally. And... hm, maybe the planet's officials aren't really trustworthy, and there are spies and things. So he ends up saving everyone's bacon once.

-his new clone friends do eventually learn that a bunch of them have already had sex with him. and yeah it happens again, this time not anonymously.

-his new clone friends also learn about him almost being a jedi, and end up adopting him as their unofficial mascot. The 212th don't have their own jedi, it just never worked out like that. They work with jedi when they're needed, but it's not the same. So he's their very own not-quite-a-jedi. and hey, he fucks.

-obi wan thinks this is a bit overblown, considering he can't even make a caf cup float. But the men have started to take his 'bad feelings' and 'good feelings' and things very seriously. The superstition worries him, but at the same time... he sort of believes it too. And he feels like his senses are getting sharper. He's getting better and better at just... knowing which clone is which, without paying attention, just based on vibes. They all call it the force without a hint of doubt.

-he tells them what little he's picked up over the years, and they eagerly share everything about jedi they were taught on kamino and everything they've heard since. They plan to bug their brothers who have padawan commanders about it at the next opportunity, because this is their new project.

-(there's some talk about trying to find a way to take obi wan with them when they leave)

-i haven't even mentioned cody, or codywan. Well, for starters, as an officer, Cody does not frequent such places. Regs can get away with it, but he's held to different standards. He doesn't meet obi wan until he's been hanging out with them for a little while, either.

-Cody probably ends up having to investigate obi wan when he gets a little too close and involved. He's a security issue. It takes time, but eventually he too is won over. obi wan is an asset, and eventually, a friend.

-he's the last one he sleeps with. it's Cody's first time. it's quite special, really.

-in the end, the separatists are routed from the system, obi wan's planet and people are safe, and the 212 are called to move on. He doesn't stow away aboard their ship, he doesn't get a job on board, he doesn't stay their unofficial not-quite-a-jedi. he has responsibilities at home already. (he does now have some kind of position on his planet. he was quite helpful to the war effort.)

-when the empire rises a year or so later, he joins the rebellion. He'll meet some of his clone friends again some day.

I spend a few idle minutes thinking about 212th/obi wan glory hole porn and end up with an entire AU timeline and plot........

#long post #212th/obi wan #codywan #fics i'm not writing

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honeybadgerwritings · 3 years ago

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Let Me Teach You

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

Requested: 001 (henry creel) 34, 35, in comfort, and 37 in smut I feel like those sentences could make a really hot hurt and comfort smut 🥵 pretty please with extra cherries and sprinkles on top 🥺

Prompts: “Shh, just look at me baby.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

“Let me teach you.”

Warnings: Smut, Overstimulation, hint of Voyeurism, first time,

Summary: Super long PWP with you and Peter 😘

A/N: I usually refer to 001 as Peter instead of Henry, so that’s what I’ll be doing in this fic. Hope that’s okay! It’s mentioned in this fic that reader is an adult. I’m writing this with the mindset that she’s around 20/21. Thank you for reading! Also not proof read!

18+ Content So Minors DNI

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Sometimes you think back to the lack of freedom and education that you were given in Hawkins Lab and it makes you shudder. It really was a nightmare. You were never allowed to shower alone, you couldn’t make any noise once you’d entered your room, you couldn’t go anywhere without the orderlies watching your every move, and nobody ever taught you anything that didn’t have to do with your powers. They would only throw you in the rainbow room filled with a bunch of different puzzles and children’s books for three hours a day, thinking that was all you ever needed.

And for a while it was. For the first many years of your life you were entertained by these things as most children were. But the older you became, the more tiresome you grew of them. You wanted to learn something else. Something more. Something new.

That’s why you befriended Peter so quickly. Being a fully grown adult and knowing nothing more than the words you’ve read in children’s books was frustrating to you, and he could see that. He would always enjoy teaching you new things, new words, and new experiences if it meant he got to see your face light up each time. It was easy to feel lonely at the lab, which is why you two found solace in each other.

After a few months, your friendship began to grow into more, and while you didn’t understand the concept of a “boyfriend” or a “relationship,” Peter was more than happy to enlighten you. But this time instead of explaining, he showed you. Sneaking into your room after lights out to talk for hours, spending more time with you than anyone else in the rainbow room, quick kisses and lingering touches when no one was paying attention. It was something new, and it made you happy.

You shake your head at the memory, eyes focusing back in on the 002 tattoo that you had on your arm. You realized that you had gotten lost in thought thinking about the lab. The two of you had escaped six months ago after you had been caught together and they tried to separate you.

After that, Peter had told you everything about his past and his powers and you were stunned to say the least, but you didn’t love him any less.

And now? The two of you were hiding out in a cabin somewhere in Maine. Peter had found a full time job working at the bakery across town, and you found a part time one at the library just down the road. You loved it. You loved being able to spend your entire day reading books and learning new things. It helped that your schedules were pretty similar.

On the days that the two of you both worked you could take the bus together, but after work you would have to walk home. You got done with work an hour after Peter did, so while he got to take the bus back home, it would unfortunately stop running before you were clocked out. You didn’t mind though, the walk was peaceful. At least, when it wasn’t winter.

Right now though you were at the front door, where your hand had been sitting on the knob for the last 5 minutes, right where your eye caught the tattoo. You sighed, shaking your head again before pushing the door open. You had expected to see Peter in the kitchen cooking dinner like he usually was when you arrived home, but he wasn’t there. Infact, he was nowhere in sight.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you heard noises coming from down the hall towards your bedroom. As you got closer you could tell that the noises were coming from Peter, he was calling out your name and he sounded in pain. You immediately worried that they had found you. The lab. And now they were in there hurting Peter. You began to panic at the thought of him laying there helplessly calling out to you. You quickly and quietly made your way to the door, pushing it open just a crack to see inside.

Peter was lying on the bed, panting and moaning. You frowned in confusion, only able to see him from the waist up. You peeked your head in just a little bit more, and you had to hold in a gasp at what you saw.

Peter had his hand wrapped around his length, and he was stroking it. His head was tipped back and his eyes were closed as he moaned your name over and over. Sweat was dripping down his temples as he moaned again,

“Fuck Y/N, you make me feel so good baby.”

You bit your lip as you realized, he was making himself feel good while thinking of you. A weird sensation formed in your lower stomach as you slowly backed away from the door, making your way back down the hallway. You opened the front door quietly, making sure he wouldn’t hear, before shutting it behind you and sitting down on the porch bench. You wanted to give him privacy, you didn’t want to let him know that you had seen him.

But you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks when you thought about what you had seen.

The way your name left his lips sounded almost angelic as he desperately bucked his hips up into his hand. The memory alone was enough to make you drool, and you rubbed your thighs together to try to ease the tension in between your legs. You had read about this somewhere, in one of the library books. It was a random one that you had picked off the shelf that seemed to be popular with some of the older moms in town. There were a lot of surprising scenes written in that book, including one that was very similar to what you had just witnessed Peter doing.

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the front door swung open and Peter stepped out, looking around at first with a slightly worried look in his eyes before they eventually settled on you.

“There you are, I was starting to get worried.”

Your eyes scanned over his body, the one that had just been completely naked just moments ago, and you started to imagine that it had been you stroking him, making him feel good.

A hand waved in front of your face as you were dragged back to reality.

“Sweetheart? Are you with me?” He asked, worried. You gulped and nodded in response, standing up abruptly and stumbling. He put his arms on your shoulders to steady you, and all of a sudden you were imagining them elsewhere. You imagined him squeezing your breasts as his lips made their way down the side of your neck, desperate moans leaving your lips as you clung to him.

You snapped out of it to find him staring at you.

“I-I’m sorry... what did you say?” You stutter. He raised an eyebrow at you before pressing his hand to your forehead, checking your temperature. “I asked if you’re feeling alright...cause it sure doesn’t seem like it.” He flips his hand over, gently dragging the back of it down to rest on your reddened cheek. “I don’t think you have a temperature, but your face is still very warm.” His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he tries to determine what’s the matter with you.

“I’m okay really, I’m just...tired. From walking...you know?”

He nods slowly not really seeming convinced, but you don’t give him enough time to question you as you quickly pushed past him, rushing inside and leaving him out on the porch. He stands out there for a moment, pondering, before eventually shrugging and stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

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It’s been a couple of hours since your interaction with Peter on the porch, and you haven’t been able to make eye contact with him since. You had spent most of your time in the bedroom continuing to daydream and fantasize about Peter while trying to keep the feeling in your lower stomach at bay.

Now you were sitting at the dinner table with him, attempting to enjoy the nice dinner that he had made for the both of you. But it was hard to even think about food let alone eat it when he was just sitting so close to you. A lot closer than he normally did.

“Is something wrong with the food baby?” You heard him ask. You shake your head, taking a bite to prove your answer. You continue to eat in silence for a few more moments which is not normal for the two of you, and you both know it.

“Y/N.” You hum in response, not looking up at him. “Y/N.” He repeats, placing his hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly. You tense up at that, your thighs pressing together once again. “Y-yes Peter?” you stutter out.

You can feel his eyes studying your form for a few moments. “I find it strange that you haven’t so much as looked at me since you got home.” He speaks lowly, hand tugging your plate of food away. You gulp nervously, and think that maybe you could ignore him for a minute longer, but he slides his fingers beneath your chin, pressing upwards until you look at him. You watch as his eyes scan over your features like he’s searching for something, speaking just moments later, “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you hm?”

Shaking your head, you try to look down but his fingers are ever present and you crack under his gaze, "I just- god, Peter, I’m so embarrassed-” his brows started furrowing, so you find yourself rushing the rest, "-and I don't want you to think I'm weird or anything but when I came home I saw what you were doing in the bedroom and now it feels like somethings wrong with me because I think I enjoyed watching you and- and I don’t know why I feel like this but I can’t get it to go away I’m just- I’m sorry I-” you rambled, breath picking up slightly and tears coming to your eyes in embarrassment as you tried to explain yourself.

Peter lowers his way out of his chair, crouching down in front of you to hold your face in his hands. “No...no no no sweetheart don’t cry please. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You look at him with big doe eyes, sniffling.

“It’s not?”

He shakes his head, a pitiful smile gracing his face, “Not at all. It’s actually kind of...adorable.” He tucks a hair behind your ear, his touch causing you to shudder. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Peter and a lustful glint forms in his eyes. He trails his hand from your ear down the side of your neck, to your arm, before eventually placing it on your thigh, squeezing it lightly. Heat rises to your cheeks as you squirm beneath his touch, thighs rubbing together. He watches your reactions closely, a smirk forming on his lip as he watches you bite yours.

“P-Peter...” You stutter out, your breath hitching in your throat.

“I can help you sweetheart... I can help you feel better.” His eyes never leave yours as his thumb makes his way towards your inner thigh, gently stroking, “Is that what you want?”

You nod slowly, “I-It is but... I don’t know how to-”

“Let me teach you.” He cuts you off, his other hand stroking your cheek, “Let me teach you something new hm? I know you like it when I teach you things.”

A quiet, desperate whimper leaves your lips at his words and your legs begin to tremble underneath his touch. You take a deep breathe before answering with a nod,

“Yes please.”

Peter smiles, standing up and offering his hand to you. You instantly take it, following him to the bedroom. He closes the door behind the two of you and spins around to find you standing in the middle of the room, eyes to the floor and twiddling your thumbs nervously. Peter chuckles at the sight of you, and you look up at him innocently.

“Why don’t you lie back on the bed for me sweetheart?” Peter asks sweetly. You nod, doing as he says. Once you’re situated he climbs on top of you, his lips immediately findings yours. This you were used to. You could spend all day kissing Peter with your hands tangled in his hair and you’d have absolutely no complaints. But then he started moving out of comfortable territory. His lips made their way from yours, down your jawline and eventually to your neck, where he began to gently suck and nibble at your skin.

You were tense at first, unsure of what to do, where to put your hands, how you should react. You were so...nervous. Peter glanced up at you, taking this in. He gently grabbed your wrists, maneuvering them so they were wrapped around him and resting on his back. His head dipped down against your cheek, placing a chaste kiss there before murmuring, “Don’t think so much, just let your body take control.”

His lips find their way to your neck once again, and you began to relax, tilting your head back to give him more access. Your hands roamed his back as breathless pants and whines left your lips while he marked you. You could tell that he relished in the pretty little noises that you were making, as gentle moans made their way from his mouth to the flushed skin of your neck. It wasn’t long before red and purple hickeys decorated your skin and Peter pulled back, admiring his work.

“What a pretty sight you are.”

You blushed heavily once again at his words before you pulled him back down to you, your lips meeting his once again. His hands began to roam your body, making their way from your face, down your chest, eventually resting on your hips.

“Is it okay if I start to remove your clothes darling?” He asks you gently. You bite your lip nervously, unsure if you were ready for that. “I don’t want to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with.” He adds, giving you a reassuring smile as he places a comforting kiss to your temple. You ponder for another moment before a burst of courage surges through you and you nod.

He tuts his tongue in response, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “How about we use our words hm?” He states, a stern tone added to his voice. You take a breath before responding with a very meek, “Yes Peter.”

He smiles, satisfied, before leaning in to kiss you again, murmuring a small “Good girl” against your lips. He slowly guided the hem of your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in your jeans and your t-shirt bra. His mouth practically watered at the sight of your breasts.

You whimper pathetically in response to his gaze, and he gently reaches around you to unclasp the hooks of your bra, pulling it from your body. He stares down at your breasts in awe, reaching up to fondle them in his hands as you bite back a moan.

“God you’re so fucking perfect.” He murmurs, leaning down and taking your right nipple into his mouth, gently sucking as his tongue circles around it. He looks up at you while he fondles your other breast, watching you fall apart underneath him. You were writhing, your hands running through his hair as content little hums left your lips. He switches positions, giving your other breast some attention before he starts to make his way further down, from the valley between your breasts and down your stomach, eventually reaching the hem of your pants.

He delicately unbuttons them and wraps his fingers around the hem. He pauses for a moment to look up at you with smirk before he drags them down your thighs, taking your panties with them. A gasp of surprise leaves your lips, realizing you’re now completely bare in front of Peter. His eyes somehow manage to grow even more lustful as he stares at your drooling cunt.

“Is this all for me?” He asks leaning forward, his breath hot against your core as he swipes a finger up your slit. Your hips buck up and a strangled moan escapes your throat when he does so. “You poor thing, you’ve been this worked up for hours haven’t you?” His thumb gently circles your clit and you can only mewl in response, hips bucking again.

“I’m gonna make it all better baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

That’s the last thing he says to you before he licks a long strip from your weeping hole all the way up to your clit, beginning to suckle on the sensitive little nub. You gasp sharply, thighs attempting to close around his head but pushes them back apart, holding them still.

You desperately try to cling onto something, anything; eventually settling for Peters hair. You tug on it, holding on for dear life as he eats you out. His bright blue eyes watch your reactions intently from between your legs as you completely fall apart. He’s locked onto the way that your eyes roll back into your head, moaning and panting his name repeatedly from those cute lips.

He begins to prod one finger at your hole, gently circling the tip around your soaked entrance. Your eyes widen in realization and you tense up immediately. Peter pauses, pulling his finger away slightly, gauging your reaction.

“I’m just going to stretch you out a bit okay sweetheart? Want to get you nice and warmed up to take my cock.” You blush at the way he worded it, and nod nervously. He slowly pressed his finger against your hole once again, “It’s going to be uncomfortable at first but I promise I’ll be gentle okay?” You nod once again and his eyebrows furrow, his grip on your one thigh tightening. “Words baby. Use your words.”

“Y-Yes Peter.”

He wastes no time before slowly pressing his finger inside of your tight hole. You squirm in discomfort at first while he pulls his finger out, only to slowly thrust back in.

“God you’re so fucking tight Y/N...you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

You bite your lip to prevent the whine attempting to leave them. You feel him dip his head down once more as he begins to suck and swirl his tongue around your clit again, distracting you from the discomfort. After a few more moments of thrusting you began to enjoy the feeling of being stretched out around his finger. “M-more please Peter...I want more.” You beg, almost pathetically.

“Such a polite little thing you are. Of course my love, you’re taking me so well already.” He prods another finger at your hole, sliding it in very easily as he goes back to attacking your clit with his mouth. This time the stretch burns, but in a good way, and your hips buck up to meet his hand once again. You begin to feel an intense sensation building in your lower stomach as your moans start to grow louder and louder.

“O-oh god Peter, it feels so good I-I...”

He hums in response against your clit as he thrusts a third finger inside of you. Your hands grip his hair harshly, sweat drips down your face, and your muscles begin to tighten as the pressure in your core builds to a climax. The hand that had been holding your thighs apart slid up to your lower stomach and pressed down lightly.

And just like that you were too far gone.

Choked out moans and pants leave your pretty little lips as you come hard around his fingers, your drooling cunt pulsing around them.

“Shh, shh," he hushes you. “There you go baby, all over my fingers. Such a messy little thing you are...” He continues finger fucking you through your orgasm, his thumb circling your clit. Eventually though it’s too much, you’re too sensitive.

You squirm away from him, whining, and he shushes you as he gently removes his fingers from your poor sensitive little cunt. “Alright baby, alright. It’s okay.” He says to you, before licking your cum off of his fingers, relishing in the taste of you. He slowly climbs back up your body, hovering over the top of you as he slams his lips against yours. You begin to undo the buttons of his shirt, and you can feel how hard he is through his pants as he grinds down against your leg, causing you to gasp. He smirks down at you, gauging your reaction.

“You see what you do to me baby? You feel how fucking hard you make me?” You nod innocently, the thought of him being inside of you almost making you drool. He sits up, straddling you as he removes his shirt and begins to undo his buckle, before sliding his pants and then his boxers down his legs, until he too is completely naked.

You stare in awe as his cock bobs out of his boxers. It was throbbing red and the tip was glistening with precum, he was a decent size and it was so....so thick. You knew that the stretch would most certainly burn more that it did with his fingers. This time as you were staring at it, you actually began to drool and he chuckles at you. You watch him lean over to the bedside table, pulling out a little square packet, tearing it open and rolling the rubber content from inside over his cock. You didn’t know what it was, you didn’t care. You would ask about it later because the only thing you cared about right now was him.

He slowly crawls back on top of you, resting his forehead against yours. He makes sure you’re still fully into this by asking you, “Are you sure you want this sweetheart?” You nod eagerly, pulling him into a kiss as you feel him lining up his cock with your already ruined cunt.

He pulls his lips from yours and gauges your reactions as he slowly begins to push his cock inside of you, your walls attempting to adjust to him. You hiss in pain, tears pricking your eyes as you grip Peter tightly, nails digging into his back.

“P-Peter i-it hurts...”

He moans at how tight you are around him, but is more focused on your comfort than his own pleasure. “I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

He pushes his cock the rest of the way inside of you, just barely bottoming out as his balls rest against your ass cheeks. You groan and whimper in pain as you try to adjust to his size. Your cunt flutters and pulses around him, still sensitive and he groans. “God sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight around me. Taking me so well. You tell me when you want me to move okay baby?”

You gasp out in pain as he shifts just slightly inside of you and you nod, “Y-yes Peter.”

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in an attempt to distract you from the pain. His lips feel soft and warm against yours, and they taste like the vanilla chapstick that he loves so much. His hands reach up to cup your face lovingly as you make out, and you smile into the kiss.

After a few more moments of kissing, you nod your head to him, signaling for him to start moving. And he does, very slowly. It definitely still hurts, enough to make the tears that were pricking at your eyes fall down your cheeks. A small pained cry leaves your lips as he thrusts again and again.

“Shh, just look at me baby,” He whispers, continuing to stroke your cheek, “You’re doing so good for me, taking me so fucking well. I don’t know what I did to deserve you but your perfect, you’re so fucking perfect. It’s like you were made for me. I love you so fucking much.” He rambles, pecking your face in between every sentence until you begin to giggle.

“I love you too Peter- ah!”

You were cut off by a moan as he thrusted deep inside of you once again, the pain beginning to dissipate, slowly being replaced with pleasure. A smirk forms on his face as he thrusts into the exact same spot, causing you to mewl in response.

“There we go darling....feels nice doesn’t it?” He asks you, “I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck you like this and ruin your pretty little cunt. I’d touch myself every day when I got home just imagining I was fucking you.”

Your eyes roll back again at his words and you moan, “O-oh god Peter...I feel so full.” He grunts into your ear as he reaches down, toying with your clit again, using his thumb to circle it as his thrusts begin to pick up the pace. Your hips desperately buck up to meet his and you can feel the pressure beginning to build again.

“God you’re so fucking tight baby, I’m so close, so fucking close.” He pants, leaning his forehead against yours. He starts rubbing your clit even faster and his thrusts start to become more sloppy. Your pussy starts to pulse around him again as you grow closer and closer to the edge.

“Peter I’m gonna- oh fuck I-”

“Cum for me baby, just relax and let go for me. Let yourself feel good.”

And you do. With one final thrust of his hips inside you your vision goes white and you’re taken over by pure bliss. Your head falls back and your back arches as you cum hard all over your boyfriends cock. Peter thrusts two to three more times before he releases as well, panting and moaning as his cock twitches inside of your poor abused little pussy.

He wishes he could fill you up with his cum and watch it leak out of you while your cunt is still sensitive and pulsing, but he knows you’re not ready for that yet. Instead he slowly pulls out of you, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash. His eyes drift over your form proudly as you lay there exhausted and out of breath.

He leans down to admire the aftermath of your cunt, and moans as he watches it continue to twitch and pulse around nothing as your hole leaks onto the bedsheets. He smirks and decides to do something a little bit evil, and cleans you up with his tongue. He’s quick to hold your legs down as he licks all of your juices up. You immediately cry out, feeling extremely sensitive and try to buck your hips away from him, to no avail.

His tongue finds its way inside your hole, fucking in and out of you just as his cock was only two minutes prior. The feeling is so intense for you and you try to shove him off with your powers, but to no avail. He was already stronger than you, and you were just a weak little thing right now. He senses your attempt however, and looks up at you pouting.

“I was just trying to clean you up darling, but it seems I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.” He smirks at you, before pinning your hands to the mattress with a flick of his head. He re-pins your thighs down with his hands and continues his attack on your poor little hole with his tongue, occasionally circling it around your sensitive and tortured clit just to make you squirm and whine.

“P-please Peter it’s so sensitive I-I....”

“Shhhh, just one more for me baby. You can do that can’t you? You can be a good girl and give me one more.” You nod, as best as you can, wanting to please Peter as he fucks you with his tongue. Your orgasm builds a lot quicker this time and he knows it.

Peter closes his eyes as he continues to eat you out, focusing all of his energy into your poor little pussy, wanting you to cum as hard as you possible could. Your eyes widened as the pleasure grew immensely and your legs began to tremble. By this point you were yelling Peter’s name in utter ecstasy, as he forced another orgasm out of you. The feeling was so intense that you cried your way through the orgasm, your whole body trembling.

You fade in and out of consciousness for a few minutes, your body trying to play catch up with everything that had just happened. When you finally came to, the sheets had been changed, you were completely dressed in your pajamas and your hair was wet. You felt... clean.

How long were you out for?

Peter steps into the room a moment later, a towel wrapped around his waist. He hadn’t noticed you had awoken when he dropped the towel, pulling on a clean pair of boxers before crawling into bed with you. Just as he does, you roll over to face him. He looks at you in total surprise.

“I thought you had fallen asleep for the night.”

“Yeah well I thought I’d fallen asleep for 2 minutes.” He chuckles at that, pulling you into his chest. “No baby, you’ve been out for the last hour. I cleaned you up and everything...guess I really did a number on you hm?” He looks down at you, stroking your cheek as it turned a bright pink.

You’re silent for a few seconds before you look up at him. “Peter?” You ask, and he responds with a hum of adoration. “Thank you,” you whisper, tracing imaginary shapes onto the bare skin of his chest, “For everything. I love you.”

He smiles at that, pulling you in to kiss your forehead, “You know I’d do anything for you sweet girl, I love you too.”

#fiction #henry creel #imagines #peter ballard #stranger things #001 stranger things #writers #smut #my prompts #dialogue prompts #requested #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard smut

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thevoidspeakz · 2 years ago

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Ok listen, I'm 100% sure this has been done before but I just wanna throw some of my thoughts down here because I can't stop thinking about it.

When Mike wears yellow, it means he's hiding something/repressing himself.

Mike's main color is blue. He may have some yellow accents here and there, but mainly blue.

Now, some scenes where he changes into yellow are the Military make out scene at the start of season 3, the byler rain fight, the airport + rink-o-mania scene.

The Melbourne make out scene at the start of season 3:

In this scene, he's wearing a yellow shirt with a blue jean vest on top. The main color being yellow represents Mike repressing himself, and forcing himself to be in that situation.

(may I add: the yellow curtains in between them, in the green room.)

Here, they're mainly making out, El tries to put her hands on Mike's face but (and I can't stress this enough) he pulls them away.

The blue vest on top could mean a couple things, though it might be a stretch;

First, Mike does try to show a bit of his true self in this scene. After pulling El's hands away, he starts singing the song on the radio, and just being the silly and expressive Mike we know, but El doesn't like that, so he goes back to repressing.

Secondly, this outfit continues on to the movies. We know he can keep his actual personality around his friends because he's known them forever, but the yellow is still there. Because it always is, even if it's not showing.

The rain fight:

Oh yeah, this one's good. Mike's shirt here is fully yellow, he's going full repression here.

We all know about the damn rain fight scene.

Mike knows people think D&D is childish and stupid, and he thinks he can't like "childish things" anymore and he feels the pressure to grow up, to do "normal" things. He also directly relates liking girls to growing up, and also thinks that not liking girls makes him childish, and definitely not normal. He ends up projecting all of this onto Will.

Mike wants to keep playing D&D and Nintendo, and he doesn't want a girlfriend, but he feels like those are obligatory parts of growing up. In season 2, we see him being forced to throw away toys that hold a lot of memories and emotion. He was forced to grow up very early.

"It's not my fault you don't like girls!" and "We're not kids anymore. I mean, what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were just gonna sit in my basement and play games for the rest of our lives?" make all of this very clear.

Also, when he bikes to Will's house to apologise, his raincoat is green, covering up the yellow. Green being the mix of yellow and blue, his and Will's colors.

Even with all of the layers of hiding and repression, to Mike, Will is way more important. Mike's scared, confused and conflicted, but he loves Will, no matter what the nature of that love is.

The airport + rink-o-mania scene:

And this is where Mike once again goes full repression mode. All of those doubts from S3 and probably more piled back up, which is symbolized by the yellow shirt over the very blueish purple.

He's trying to focus all of his attention onto El, and he's overperforming as a good boyfriend, and yet, he was still paying attention to Will in the end.

At the airport, there was that half assed "hug" for whatever reason (there's a bunch to choose from, pick your favorite), and he was definitely jealous of whatever girl Will had supposedly painted something for. That "Oh. What's that?" and "Cool." were not subtle, Michael.

At rink-o-mania, he noticed Will "moping" and rolling his eyes, and he tried making the joke about the "vomit green" socks to cheer him up, and it was Will being annoyed that ruined his whole day, and not his girlfriend being publicly humiliated??? Ok. Go off king.

Now, here are some other scenes I felt were important to bring up;

(Note that we don't see Mike in a mainly yellow outfit anytime in seasons 1 or 2.)

When the Byers move out:

God. Fuck. He's wearing a beige shirt with touches of light blue here.

The beige, being very close to yellow, is there because his issues and doubts aren't gone yet.

"I'm sorry, that made me sound like a 7 year old." He's still scared of seeming childish to others. There's also the heavily uncomfortable kiss scene in this outfit, where his eyes are fully opened and he stands there doing nothing in front of an open closet. El forgave him, she said she loved him back, and yet he didn't look happy about that for even a second. He just looked confused. He probably realized how wrong it felt in that moment.

Now let's go over some facts: He looks back at the Byers house after they leave, and the scene where he hugs his mom directly parallels when he thought Will was dead.

Yeah. They wanted us to see how upset he was about losing Will again.

He spent the whole summer pushing him away because of how afraid he was of his own feelings, and he focused so much on that the he didn't stop to think about how much it would hurt to lose him again, and that's exactly what they show us here, and that's what the blue is there to represent.

The season 3 "I love her" outburst:

Okay so this one fucks me up.

He's wearing all three colors here; green, blue and yellow. Now I'd appreciate a little help because I have no idea why that's the case.

He wears this in the "I love her" outburst scene and when he's trying to talk to her at the grocery store.

The yellow has significantly subsided. The main colors here are blue and green. Now, I fully believe that his "I love her" here was meant to be fully platonic, so that would mean he wasn't hiding his true feelings, they were just misunderstood.

The green I really can't say, though he also wore green during their first kiss back in s1, it was just a lot less, and there were also touches of brown/orange;

The "I love you" monologue (🙄):

He's wearing that same blue shirt he's been wearing the whole time, with Will in frame and the pocket over his heart pointing directly to Will.

He's wearing blue here because his monologue was directly based on what Will told him in the van. He thought El was the one who felt that for him, and he needed to hear that, and if she really loved him that way then maybe he could deal. Mike feels like he needs to be needed to be important, and he was convinced that El needed him.

Just wanted to throw my two scents into this whole analysis thing, you don't need to believe any of this!

If you have anything to add, feel free to! This is my first analysis and I have the memory of a two year old, so I probably missed some stuff.

@xhavibee sorry for the wait, it's out tho!

#i had to go through ao much melvin bullshit for this. god help me #anyway yeah #byler is canon #byler #byler analysis #byler theory

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forbidding-souda · 3 years ago

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Hello, could you do Korekiyo, Tanaka, Byakuya, Rantaro and Gonta with a gf who is the SHSL Rockstar and a suicidal pls? I love ur blog btw.

Korekiyo Shinguuji, Gundham Tanaka, Byakuya Togami, Rantarou Amami with a sarcastic and asexual suicidal SHSL Rockstar girlfriend

also you chose like my fav characters nice.

if anyone reading this is like where did you get those extra details from wELLL this request was sent in a bunch of times so i've put together my favorite details from them and taking out gonta for reparations

currently listening: zetsubou billy by maximum the hormone

playlist: main playlist

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ He begins to start using sarcasm more. He doesn't usually act sarcastic with people - he tries not to. He would rather be direct. But he finds that when you're sarcastic to annoying people, it's rather amusing. He is not good at emotionally dealing with annoying people. If the two of you are together, he will let you do whatever whatever you please to them; say whatever you want. But without you (and this is something you're unaware of) he will start giving sarcastic remarks to people who annoy him. He gets annoyed rather easily - though his professionalism keeps him calm and polite.

❤ Your asexuality doesn't bother him. Personally, he has had sex with many people he was not sexually attracted to, so he would consider it hypocritical if he got upset at you for not being sexually attracted to him. Whether you are sexually active or not - your sex drive is neither a pro nor a con, it is just a thing about you that he has no genuine opinion on.

He watches as you hold the mic close to your mouth, singing into it with one hand raised into the air. He stands in a bar, eyes being caught on the television. Once again, you're in the news. Your performances always seem to find a way on there.

And it distracts him. He's been invited here by an employer, somebody who has a job for him. But he can hardly pay attention when you are playing on the screen behind them.

His employee follows his eyes.

"She's brilliant, isn't she?" They say with a smile. "Are you a fan?"

Shinguuji rests his elbow on the table and puts his chin in his palm. "Actively," he says.

❤ As long as you aren't extremely loud within his house, he has no issues with your Ultimate. It's just... once you start playing your music really loud... he gets very aggravated.

❤ He will tell you random facts about the origins of rock music and how it differs from country to country. That's how interested he is in that sort of stuff.

❤ He does not think of death as something gruesome, more so - he would rather you not die, but if you did, no matter the reason, then he would be respectable in honoring your soul and making sure you go into the more positive afterlife.

❤ (Though, he would rather kill you himself, and I'm wondering if he'd bring this up to you).

❤ He consoles you about how your life matters. He has so many things to say about the way different cultures handle suicide ideation - and if you'd mind him explaining it to you to help change your mindset.

❤ Rather than basking you in support he's better at educating you about facts and nuance relating to suicide.

❤ ^ Whether it's helpful is another story.

Gundham Tanaka

❤ Dark music intrigues him whenever he gets to hear it. Your music is not the darkest out there, of course, as it is still poppy and upbeat, but he's not someone who listens to music at all. So when he hears your stuff - it's like the craziest thing he's ever heard! He likes it. He'll definitely give you ideas about lyrics to add into your song (daemon stuff of course). He has so many ideas about costumes and stage decorations - he's a very creative person. Will he start a music blog because of you? Who knows.

❤ He's never met somebody suicidal before. He doesn't want you to die - not at all, but the only way he knows how to express it is by telling you horror stories about the afterlife. He'll go on his little harangues about how scared you would be all the time and how he's not powerful enough to go and save you. Technically he's trying to fearmonger you into living basically but it's for a good cause. When your mood and attitude get really bad, he'll cry in front of you, holding onto your shoulders and begging you not to leave the human realm.

❤ Add him to your music videos LMFAO.

❤ You're asexual? Oh thank god, now he won't worry about forcing himself to be intimate. He does not like touching people's skin at all - it brings him so much anxiety. He's more than grateful that you don't have sexual interest.

❤ Whenever you're away on tour he texts you all the time. It's always simple updates about his day or selfies of the animals.

❤ ^ He always takes pictures of them with their face like facing directly into the camera so they look derpy as hell.

❤ I imagine him acting like such a grandpa with phones sorry.

❤ You facetime him and he holds it up to his ear.

Byakuya Togami

❤ Your sarcasm is one of the many charming things about you. He likes your smart mouth and your witty remarks always make him smile. He thinks it's cute. If he's feeling flustered enough he'll even compliment you on your taste in words. Just don't get too mouthy with him or it'll start to frustrate him for real. There has to be a line - because he has a line for himself, too. Which - it's a very very high line, but there's still a line.

The office lady recognized him at first, of course - she knew his face but she couldn't seem to place where she had seen it before. The moment he spoke your name she knew and he could see it in her face. His lips thin and he rolls his eyes. Still, her eyes widened and she began to visibly sweat.

"Yes, well, ms.-"

"I'm here, I'm here." You pop out from the elevator, walking with a sway in your step. "No need to wait any longer."

He takes a step back when you stand too close to him, but still, it doesn't stop you from kissing his cheek. He makes a show of wiping it off, though it only makes you giggle.

❤ You're a rockstar? Interesting. What do your fans think about you dating him? I think it would be a very interesting conversation.

❤ You do get more sponsors just because with you, they can claim they have worked with the Togami Empire.

❤ Your agency has wayyy more funds than literally any other agency so the competition is nonexistent.

❤ Personally he does not care in the slightest if you're asexual. He's like oh thank god, this will be perfect. There is just one small issue with it and it's that he needs to produce an heir. His family is his legacy - and if that means you guys get a surrogate or something then so be it. He just needs to have a biological kid whether it's with you or somebody else.

❤ Also palease he is going to have an aneurysm if you do anything like nude shoots or scandalous things like that. You are representing his empire now - and you're going to start stressing him out.

❤ When it comes to you being suicidal, he will put you in the best therapy and make sure you get the best care in the whole country. He could not stand to lose you. Byakuya can't handle not being in 'control' - aka, if he lost you then it would affect him more than emotionally.

Rantarou Amami

❤ He is very attracted to your sarcasm. He loves women with your personality: the nihilistic sarcastic type. It lures him in. And your flamboyancy - being a show-stopper and also a show starter - it's stunning. When he went to school with you he couldn't stop thinking about you. And your beauty, it was unmatched. He had never had eyes for anybody else ever since he first saw you. God was on his side the day you accepted his interest. He had never felt more lucky.

❤ Asexual? Thank goodness. Sex literally stresses him out so good work picking this one. He is a (another) person that is very relieved that you are asexual. If you still wanna do the nasty nasty, he is okay with that - as it would be like outside of interest for the both of you, but he is more than happy to never do anything sexual. A lot of ladies expect that kind of macho extreme sexual pride in him but he's literally just not that type of person. He'd rather stay away from the topic.

❤ He actually stops getting flirted with all the time because girls recognize him as the SHSL Rockstar's boyfriend. This is an absolute win in his book.

❤ He likes going on tour with you because then he can see places from all over the world.

❤ I can see him getting along with your makeup artist too lmfao Rantarou will be like hey show me how to do that killer makeup.

❤ The paparazzi photos of you two together look so appealing aesthetic wise. Ya'll gonna be a set of matching pfp for stans.

#korekiyo shinguuji x reader #korekiyo x reader #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguuji #gundham tanaka x reader #sdr2 gundham #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya togami headcanons #rantaro amami #rantarou amami x reader #gonta gokuhara x reader #gonta gokuhara

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years ago

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She's A Bird! She's A Plane! She's...Spiderwoman?

Justice League x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: IDK where this came from but I was watching ITSV, so...there's that. Enjoy! -Thorne

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“This is your fault,” Barry griped, hacking away at the glowing fauna with the makeshift machete—in reality it was just a really big stick that had a really sharp rock tied to the end. “I told you our trajectory was off and what did you do? You said, ‘I’m Hal Jordan, the greatest pilot in the world. Watch my big head crash us on an alien planet where our central battery gets displaced during the impromptu crash land and thrown miles from our position’.”

“Do you want some cheese with all that whine, Bar?” Hal asked, an unimpressed scowl on his face as he illuminated their footpath. “It’s not my fault the orbital windspeeds were faster than the sensors picked up on. Blame the tech, not me.”

“That sounds like you’re just trying to pass off the blame,” he shot back, swiping down at another vine that wriggled like a dying snake and spat out fluorescent blue liquid on the broken end. “Y’know? Like you do best?”

“Seriously, find a better thing to do than complain, Flash. We’ve got bigger fish to fry than blaming each other.”

“Each other? I didn’t do anything! This was all you!” Barry spun on Hal and glared at him.

They glowered at each other when a clicking sound echoed above them and they both jumped a foot in the air, spinning back-to-back as they looked around in every direction, up and down and side to side.

“What the hell was that?” Hal worried.

“I don’t know,” Barry replied, just as concerned. “It sounded like clacking.”

“That did not sound like a chicken.”

“Clacking, Hal, not clucking.”

“Same thing,” he retorted, lifting his arm in the air, shining a bright green light amongst the glowing red treetops. A bunch of branches, neon red leaves and purple flowers, a darting limb—a darting limb?

Hal shifted the light back, jolting Barry’s shoulder in the process. “What is it?”

“There’s something above us,” he whispered, watching with cautious eyes as something shifted on the main branch of the tree, the outline of a dark head coming out, just enough to catch the edge of their bright gold eye. “It’s watching us.”

The something shifted back into cover, the clacking sounding once more, then the treetop ruffled, dropping red and purple fauna on the two men as it jumped to another tree. Hal tried to follow it, but it was too fast for his eyes; the only thing it left behind though was a string of long white webbing, hanging down from the blue tree branch. And Hal being the idiot he was, decided to touch it to see if he could figure out what it was, and only managed to get it all over his hands.

He pouted, trying to pull apart his hands. “It’s sticky.”

Barry let out a long and heavy sigh, placing one hand at the small of his best friend’s back, the other holding the machete. “Come on, dumb-dumb. Let’s go find that thing again.”

“Isn’t that the opposite of how the survivors live? I know we’re white, but I didn’t think we were that white.” He was half tempted to see if he could gnaw the webbing with his teeth. “This shit isn’t coming off.”

“Here,” Barry said, vibrating his hand as fast as he could and to Hal’s surprise, the webbing cut, falling to the ground.

“Thanks!” he chirped, holding his arm out again to shine his ring. “What do you think that thing was?”

“Alien lifeform.”

“No shit, Sherlock. What gave it away? The alien world?”

“I’ve just about had it with you,” Barry growled, cutting through another rough patch of vines. As the path cleared, they stepped out of the heavily forested area to see one older tree in the center of the circle. It rested atop what looked like an ancient cave, the rocks crumbling around the front.

“I’m not going in there,” Hal immediately stated. “You couldn’t pay me all the money the US owes in debt to go in there. Fuck that.”

“You’re such a big baby,” Barry chuckled, walking up to the entrance; it was about the twelve feet high and ten feet wide, big enough for the two of them to walk in. “Come on. It went in here.”

“Barry, please! Why aren’t you more worried about this?” Hal begged. “You should be more worried!”

“Hal, if it wanted to hurt us, it would’ve done so already.”

“Or maybe it’s luring us to our deaths!” he countered, even though he was following Barry into the cave.

There was more webbing along the walls of the cave, swirling around patterns of purple and blue. The farther they walked the stickier it got, and at one point, they were struggling to lift their feet off the cave floor to take the next step.

“Christ, what is this stuff?” Hal asked and Barry bent down, poking at the webbing.

“It’s like spider webbing, but stickier and stronger.” He vibrated his hand to dislodge it from the strings, then did it around Hal’s feet. “You might wanna float for now. I’ll vibrate my feet to keep from sticking.”

“Good idea,” Hal agreed, lifting a few inches off the ground. “Do you think the lifeform is intelligent?”

“Intelligent us or just intelligent?”

“Intelligent us.”

“Anything’s possible. It seemed sentient so I believe it’s probably intelligent.”

“What do you define as intelligent, Barry?” Hal questioned and the forensic scientist hummed.

“If it’s capable of calculus it’s intelligent.”

“Really? If it can do math homework you think it’s worthy?”

“Calculus is a difficult skill. You need the ability to think and to calculate in order to solve and understand it. That requires sentience and intellige—oh shit!” Barry’s words tipped into a yelp as the ground gave way beneath him and he sunk down, shouting all the way.

Hal’s eyes shot wide, and he flew down the hole. “Barry!” he yelled. “Barry where are—oof!” he collided with more of the webbing, this time enough that the entire left side of his body was stuck to it.

“Hal! You okay!”

He looked over, seeing Barry stuck on his back. “I’m okay? You!”

Barry nodded. “I’ve been better. What is this?” they looked around the best they could. Spiral upon spiral of iridescent webbings surrounded them, stuck to the walls for support, them in the center.

Hal’s eyes narrowed and he glowered at Barry. “I fucking told you it was luring us here.”

“Shut u—”

The clacking sounded above them and with panic, they both turned their eyes to the ceiling, watching as the alien lowered down near them. It looked like a human, two arms and two legs, no extra limbs at all. Hell, it didn’t even look like an alien spider; it just looked like a normal human, gazing down at them with two normal eyes. That was until it opened all six of its golden eyes and stared down at them with it’s mouth open, two one-inch fangs protruding from where the canines were.

“Ohshitohshitohshit,” Hal whispered, about to shit himself in terror.

The alien reached for Barry, and he watched as his friend sunk back into the webbing from the outstretched hand. Except he couldn’t go any farther and turned his head to the side, quietly whimpering as the long black claws touched his cheek.

“Barry!” Hal hissed and blue eyes met his, then,

“Friends!” the alien shouted. “New friends for Rhiezheveir to have!”

Their expressions pinched in confusion as the being started to twirl in the air, one hand holding to the webbing they’d lowered down on, the other elegantly flowing in the air.

“You can understand us?” Barry wondered and they looked down.

“Yes!” leaning down, they got in his face, and he saw the rather feminine looking features. “Rhiezheveir saw the ship come in the sky and land! I waited until you left it to search! The ship’s memory functions in this language!” she seemed rather excited. “Rhiezheveir found the core you were looking for! I did not know how to get you here to return it!”

She climbed up the webbing, disappearing quickly only to reappear with the ship’s core under her free arm. “Here it is! Rhiezheveir brought it back!”

“Why do you keep saying that?” Hal inquired and she lowered down next to his face, hers right in front of his.

“Saying what?”

“Rhieza-something-reservoir?”

“Rhiezheveir?” she offered, and he nodded.

“Yeah, that.”

“Rhiezheveir is my name! I am named after the brightest star in the Kosialaran sky!”

“In the what sky?” Barry asked.

“Kosialaran!” she answered. “This planet’s name! My planet!”

“Are there more of you?” Hal questioned. “You’re the only intelligent life we’ve seen besides bloodthirsty beats trying to eat us.”

“Yes, I saw you fight with the Erqurcus. They are not nice lizards. They like to bite Rhiezheveir when she tries to feed them.”

“Why do you refer to yourself in the third person?” Barry piped up. “Sometimes you use first too.”

“In Aissaveed culture, we commonly refer to ourselves in the third, though I learned from watching, that humans use first. Rhiezheveir is learning to mix them.” She smiled and the clacking sounded again.

Hal tried to look at her. “What is that noise?”

Bending down to his face again, she flashed her fangs. “They click when I get excited!”

Barry cleared his throat. “Um, Rhiezheveir, are there more of your kind in the area?”

“Not here. On the other side of the planet there is. Rhiezheveir has travelled far to get away from her people’s hunters. They do not like me.”

“How come?”

“Rhiezheveir broke tradition. Refused to be royal consort. Fled and hid here.” She let the tips of her toes touch the delicate silk webbing and then crouched, the web bouncing lightly with the weight. “Rhiezheveir is not welcome amongst her people anymore. I am alone now.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Barry murmured, even empathetical of the alien. “You’re here all alone?”

“Yes! Though not anymore!” she patted both Hal and Barry’s thighs. “New friends!”

Hal wiggled. “I hate to break it to you, Reservoir, but—”

“Rhiezheveir,” she corrected, and he sighed.

“Rhiezheveir. But we have to get back to our own planet. We have responsibilities.”

Barry nodded. “We need to get back to our ship.” he tugged against the webbing. “Can you help us get out of this? We’re stuck.”

“Of course!” she chirped, starting to snip the webbing with her claws.

“Wait a second!” Hal exclaimed. “There’s nothing underneath meAHHHHH!” the last thread snapped, and Hal tumbled down the dark and dimly lit cavern.

“Rhiezheveir!” Barry yelled. “What are you doing!”

She held up a finger in a wait motion, then a wet plop sounded, followed by, “NEVERMIND! I’M OKAY! THIS WATER SMELLS FUNNY THOUGH!”

The Speedster sighed. “Oh, there’s water down there.”

She looked at Barry oddly. “Rhiezheveir would not try to kill her new friends. That is not nice.” Snipping the lines around him, she held on as he fell and she let out a squeal as they dropped, though as Barry hit the water, she merely held on to the web in her hand, just above the body.

Barry broke the water and spit out the remaining in his mouth. “Water tastes funny too.”

Hal rolled his eyes. “Rhiezheveir, how do we get out of here?”

She smiled. “Follow me!” she shot out her free hand and another string of webbing left her hand, attaching to the roof of the cavern; letting go with her other hand, she swung like a monkey on a vine, then repeated the process, alternating her hands. And boy she was fast. Barry and Hal had to freehand like they were in the Olympics to keep up, and even then, it wasn’t fast enough.

***

By the time they made it back to the ship, their hair and clothes had dried off. They noticed that she didn’t like to be on the ground and crawled along the tree limbs above them. Bioluminescent flower petals shook from the branches every time she moved, creating an aura of beautiful red and purple around them.

Barry took the battery from her and slot it back into place, watching as they ship powered back to life; he walked over to Hal who was sitting in the first seat. “Everything good?”

Hal nodded. “A few nicks here and there, but the engine and all other vital systems are good.” He looked up. “We should be good to go once the power levels reach operational.”

The Speedster smiled and turned to her. “Well, Rhiezheveir, this is goodbye.”

She merely blinked. “What do you mean goodbye? I am coming with you.”

“There’s not enough room,” Hal said, and she smiled, those fangs clacking as she raised her arms.

“I will make myself small!” her dark body illuminated in a bright gold, then the shape began to shrink and shift, eight long legs appearing out of the main shape that had evolved into two orb like shapes. When the glow dispersed, she raised her front legs and waved, then skittered up Barry’s leg and body to his head.

“I have a spider on my head.” He said dumbly. “I have an alien spider nuzzling my hair.” Barry looked at Hal. “There’s a spider in my hair.”

Hal shrugged. “So long as it stays on you, we’re good.” He peered at her. “Rhiezheveir, can you understand us in there?”

She waved her front legs as Barry climbed into the ship, sitting on his seat; she scurried down his head to his shoulder and sat there, perfectly balanced, her beady golden eyes occasionally blinking.

“That’s a big ass spider,” Hal noted.

“She reminds me of a Goliath birdeater.”

“A what now?”

“Goliath birdeater. It’s the biggest spider on earth.” He examined her. “But her legs are so long…like a huntsman spiders’. I wonder if she’s got the abilities of different species?”

Barry reached up, holding out his hand and she climbed on it, letting him lower her to his lap. “Can you sit there while we take off, Rhiezheveir? Once were out of atmosphere, you can wander around the cockpit.”

All she merely did was raise her front legs and wave them once more before settling on his thighs, curling her legs in contently; he smiled down at her, then the realization of what bringing her meant and he blurted out, “I have no idea how we’re going to explain this to the others.”

“What do you mean?” Hal questioned.

Barry looked at him. “The crash land will be easy—you’re an idiot.” He ignored Hal’s outcry of offense and gestured to her. “How do we explain we picked up a shapeshifting spider…lady?”

Hal shrugged. “Hostile environment navigated by a peaceful intelligent lifeform who managed to be a stowaway?”

“I like the first half up until ‘who’.” Barry met his gaze. “She was threatened by her own people and begged to help her flee?”

The pilot pursed his lips. “We’ll need to use her reasoning for leaving. The whole royal consort business.”

“Sounds good.” Barry glanced down at her. “Rhiezheveir, does that sound—oh…I think she’s asleep.”

Hal looked down to Barry’s lap and sure enough, the hand-sized spider wasn’t moving on his legs other than the occasional leg twitch. “Sure she didn’t die?”

“Hal!” Barry hissed. “Don’t be mean!” he gently scratched her the top of her abdomen with his pointer finger.

“You’ve pack-bonded with a spider,” Hal noted. “Nice job, buddy.”

“Oh, come on. Like you don’t find her friendly.”

“She’s a spider.”

“She’s an alien who turns into a spider.” He watched the planet get smaller and smaller as they exited the orbit and into the stars. “Bruce isn’t going to be happy that we brought an alien back.”

“I think the pressing matter is that we have no idea what she eats.”

“Bugs?”

“You said she was an alien who turns into a spider, Bar. What’s she going to eat when she’s human…like?”

“Meat?” Barry wiggled his fingers in Hal’s side. “Man-flesh.”

Hal choked on a laugh, batting at the hand against his ribs. “Stop that.” He steered the ship through a debrief field with ease. “We’d better figure out or she’ll eat somebody in the middle of a fight.”

“In a fight?” Barry asked.

Hal shot him a look. “We didn’t take this Lady Spider with us just to get her off her home-world. She’s gonna help out somewhere.” He shrugged. “Might as well stick her in the Justice League.”

Barry’s lips pulled satisfactory. “That’s…actually a good idea.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to show her to Bruce. You know he doesn’t like spiders?”

“He’s scared of spiders?”

“I didn’t say he was scared of them, Hal. He just doesn’t like them. I think creepy crawlies make his skin crawl.”

Hal shoved him in the arm. “Don’t call her creepy crawly. She’s a pretty spider.”

“What happened to making fun of her?” Barry smirked. “You pack-bonded with the pretty alien spider lady, didn’t you?”

“Shut up,” Hal griped, going still when she shifted and crawled up the dash of the ship and stared out the window; she turned, waving her front legs. “Yeah Rhiezheveir? What is it?”

She pointed to the stars, drawing her front legs in downward arcs as if to say, “Wow!”

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Barry murmured and she did it again; he looked curiously at her. “Hey Rhiezheveir, you can understand us, right?”

She waved.

“Okay. Since you can’t talk to us until we get back, how about this—front legs up is ‘yes’ and front legs down is ‘no’. Do you understand?”

She lifted her legs up and he grinned.

“Good. Now, do you like warm places?”

Her legs went up, then down.

“Sort of?”

Up.

“You like warm and cool weather?”

Up.

“We’re going back to our world. There’re many habitats there. Some really hot and really cold. Others are in the middle.” He explained, watching her almost nod. “We’ll be meeting the group Hal and I work with on another ship. You’ll have to stay there for the time being. Is that okay?”

She lifted her legs up.

Hal leaned over. “Rhiezheveir, are you a spider that sometimes turns into a lady?”

Her legs stayed down.

“So, you’re a lady that sometimes turns into a spider?”

Up.

“Nice. Can you fight?”

Up and waving wildly.

Barry looked at Hal then back to her. “You said you refused the position of royal consort. Were you chosen because you could fight?”

Up.

“So, you escaped because you didn’t want to be forced into that position?”

Still up.

Barry nodded solemnly. “Rest assured, Rhiezheveir, you won’t be forced into anything like that on Earth. You’ll be free and able to live openly and not in hiding.”

Her legs stilled in the air, then the curled and Hal muttered, “I think you overwhelmed her emotionally.”

The Speedster cupped the spider in his hands, letting her crawl back into his lap. “Sorry, Rhiezheveir. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She merely snuggled into his lap and stayed there.

“Rhiezheveir,” Hal started. “Your name is really complicated for humans to say. While I think it would be a good identity for a superhero life, I think you should find an easier name for people to use.”

She waved a single leg, signaling she was listening.

“How about (Y/N)?”

Barry smiled. “Ooo, I like (Y/N). That’s a pretty name.”

She raised her front legs and waved them excitedly.

“I think Rhiezheveir likes it too.” He scratched her torso. “Welcome to the Justice League (Y/N). You’re gonna fit in perfectly.”

(Y/N) waved her front legs, rearing up on her back.

“HOLY FUCK LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HER FANGS!” Hal shouted.

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Primal Dissonance

Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

So anon was like:

And since I’m total ass at writing short drabbles, or maybe it’s because they called me senpai, I ended up with a whole-ass fic. This took a different route than planned but I hope you enjoy, anon!

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Dubcon, Pheromones, Mindbreak, Feral Hawks, Rough and Public Sex, Tit Abuse. This totally isn’t as dark as it sounds.

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Hawks has been getting noisy. Not in the usual sense; he’s always a motormouth. No, he’s been making sounds that you’ve never heard him make.

At first you thought he was sick and something was irritating his throat, but on one occasion when you offered him water after hearing the sound, he almost looked offended. You concluded that it wasn’t an illness.

You later noticed that the noise often happens when it’s just the two of you together. During late night movie viewings at his place, he’d hold you close and release a constant hum, the vibrations from his chest and wings soothing enough to make you drift into sleep in his arms. You never saw the look of disappointment in his face as he decided to cuddle you for the rest of the night.

Just a few days later, he spots you during one of his patrols and presents you with a surprise expensive gift. A ruby pendant, the same brilliant shade as his feathers, was placed around your neck by gentle gloved hands.

“Hawks—why—what did I do to deserve this?” You asked while your eyes reflected the gemstone’s sparkles.

“Just wanted to give a pretty gift to my pretty girl.” He gave you a kiss, and waves of soft hums leave his mouth and into yours, flowing through your body, stimulating all of your nerves and triggering pleasant shivers. One makeout session later, and you both pull back to lock eyes. He’s looking at you expectantly, but you don’t even know what the hell he’s expecting.

You look to the side awkwardly. “Thank you, Hawks. It’s beautiful, but I…don’t have anything to give in return. This was a complete surprise, after all.”

His eye twitches, but he smiles and embraces you. “That’s fine, chickadee.”

A pigeon appears during your hug, and the soft coos emanating from it give you an epiphany.

“A pigeon! That’s what it is! You’re cooing like a pigeon!”

This time it’s his smile that twitches. Did you say something wrong? Whatever it is, he brushes it off with a half-hearted laugh. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

That was also the day you noticed his rising body temperature. You asked once again if he was feeling ill, and at least this time he didn’t appear to be upset when he answered ‘no.’

On the next night you spent in his home, he—and you’re still not over this—took your hand and pulled you in for a dance. It wasn’t some silly jig in which he blindly moved to a random pop song, it was a slow classic love song, and he moved both of you in an elegant dance fitting for a ballroom.

It was the last thing you expected from the hero that normally took you on KFC dates or, if he had the time, reserve a spot at his favorite yakitori place. But there was no way you could say that you didn’t like the way his feet glided across the floor, wings acting as a living cape that made each of his movements look all the more graceful, and you followed his pace as best as you could.

You clung onto him more tightly than intended when he dipped you after a spin, sharp avian eyes boring into you before he buries his face in your neck, and that’s when you feel more than hear the cooing return. It’s a tune that never fails to make you feel so warm and safe; you have no idea how his gentle sounds have such influence over you.

He looks pleased by your relaxed state, pulling you back up and brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. “So?”

You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I didn’t know you had such grace, Hawks. Now hurry up, or we’re going to miss the movie for tonight!”

You scampered off into the kitchen to prepare the popcorn, completely oblivious to the baffled look your boyfriend was giving behind your back.

A few days later and you’re more certain than ever that he’s coming down with something, because now there’s a constant sheen of sweat all over his skin, and his breath sounded labored even when he was just sitting around. Since he ignores all of your pleas to stay home for just a day or two, you come up with another solution. Hawks pouts like a child when you tell him that a little nature and clean air might restore his health, but he still accepts your offer for a date at a nature park because hey, spending a day in natural beauty with you sounds great.

You practically dragged him into a bus after telling him several times that he shouldn’t tire himself out prematurely by flying both of you there. One long scenic drive later, you both arrive at your beautiful destination. The park was huge and lush with flora of all kinds, from tree-filled paths to endless flower fields.

Exploring everything this paradise has to offer with Hawks sounds like a dream, but your main goal was to loosen him up and help him feel better, so you avoided the populated areas, passing the cycling roads, the play areas, the bug houses, all of the charming attractions until you reached the long stretches of vibrant colors. The flower park.

You and Hawks began a slow stroll hand-in-hand, taking in the seemingly endless blooms, the trees shedding petals onto the walkway—all of it served as the most delicious treat for your eyes.

But when you looked at the winged hero to see if he was enjoying the scenery as much as you were, you saw that he was staring at you. His face was slightly flushed, but you couldn’t tell if it was the result of his feverish temperature or if he’s finding this whole date very romantic.

“The flowers are over there, birdbrain,” you joked with a squeeze of his hand.

His wing wrapped around you and pulled you in closer, encasing you in his abnormal heat. “The only flower that matters is right here.” There was a rough breathlessness to his voice that made the otherwise corny line sound sensual.

And then the coos returned, bringing you back to that pleasant world where everything was warm, soft, and safe. The red feathers surrounding you quivered and rippled like ocean waves of scarlet. You were supposed to be making him feel at ease here, not the other way around.

A chorus of chirps snapped you out of your stupor. You broke out of the hypnotic embrace and spot a bunch of small bouncing figures in the white lilac tree in front of you. “Aww, look at all of the little tits, Hawks!” You point at the flock of singing critters.

Hawks snorted immaturely.

Before you could withdraw your arm, one of the Japanese tits flew over and perched on your still-extended finger, leaving you bug-eyed and your mouth agape. “Hi there! You’re a brave little guy, aren’t you?” You said softly, hoping not to startle it. It tweeted in response, fluffing up its black and white plumage as it looked up at you curiously. “Hawks! It’s so cute!”

Red wings bristled, but you were too enamored with the friendly bird on your hand to even look back at your boyfriend. It continued to sing, the tits sitting in the tree joining in to create an adorable medley of chirps, tweets, and peeps. “Such a nice sound, I never realized how amazing these little guys are.” You keep watching the beady eyes that stare right back at you, feeling the bird’s little feet move quickly as it adjusted itself to get more comfortable.

And with a powerful slug from a hardened red feather out of nowhere, the tiny tit is knocked off of your finger and sent flying like a fucking golf ball.

Your pointing hand was still out as you looked on, eyes and mouth now wide open in horror instead of awe. The poor bird managed to right itself before it hit the ground, flapping frantically to ride the light breeze and fly past its tree of brethren and off into the distance, its sloppy turns and sudden drops betraying how dazed it was.

With your short-lived friend out of your sight, you turned to the man that ruined your magical bonding session, multiple negative emotions boiling inside you and ready to spill right onto this bastard. “Hawks!” You’re prepared to blow his ears off with every ounce of frustration, every concern that’s been plaguing you for the past week thanks to the strange changes that he refuses to talk about, but then you freeze.

The man’s face has darkened, eyes narrowed with its pupils shrunken into beady slits, lips pressed together in a tight frown—he looked enraged. But the terrifying look wasn’t directed at you, he was looking up at the innocent tits still residing in the tree and paying no mind to the violent treatment of one of their own. As his wings slowly spread with feathers sharpened, your chest constricted once you realized what was about to happen.

“Stop!” You threw yourself at him, grabbing at the outstretched limbs in a pitiful attempt to stop them, the bladed edges cutting your hands. It was still enough to shock and prevent him from launching any of the deadly weapons at the birds. You felt his feathers return to their soft fluffy state as he stumbled from your weight. “What the hell are you doing? What, are you pissed that it chose my hand instead of yours? The hell is wrong with you?”

Now he was aiming the glare at you, and you couldn’t help but shrink under the intimidation. His voice was shockingly low. “Just what game are you playing at here? Gushing over another bird’s song right in front of me?”

You eyed his still-expanded wings as you tried to make sense of what he said. “What?” Was all you could say.

“Here I was thinking you just had extremely high standards, but maybe you’re the type that likes to play hard to get, or make your guy jealous and see how he handles it.” He took a step toward you, and you took one back. “Well let me tell you, I’m not handling it very well.”

What he was implying would have made you burst into laughter if he didn’t look so threatening right now. “You’re…jealous? Of the bird that was on my finger?”

He laughed, or at least tried to, but the shortness of breath made him cough. The sudden anger must be worsening whatever has been making him hot and throaty for the past days. He needs to calm down for his own damn sake. “I guess I shouldn’t be, should I? Not for a girl who gets wet over any bird that does something as simple as approach her.”

“Excuse me?” Did you hear that correctly? No joke, did you really hear that shit correctly?

Hawks just keeps on going, taking your bewilderment as more mockery. “I give you something shiny, you don’t say anything.” A flash of several feathers and you feel your arms being pulled in front of you, the red tufts tying your wrist together.

“I put on a nice dance I practiced for, and you don’t say anything. Did you even notice that I cleaned and decorated the room that night?” You’re panicking from your tied hands and don’t see him fire another barrage that goes for your ankles, their tugs forcing you to lose your balance and fall hard onto the ground with a pained cry. Your hands are forcefully pinned above your head. “Hell, you seem to enjoy my song every time you hear it, so what’s the deal?”

While your heart is on the verge of exploding from its anxious beats, the gears in your head are spinning as you try to figure out how exactly this whole miscommunication even happened, but they keep jamming, filling your head with sparks and smoke of pure confusion. “What song? You haven’t been singing anything!” You yell as you fight against the feather-made cuffs around your hands and feet, but there was no breaking free. They suddenly felt as strong and durable as elastic metal.

Hurt flashes across his face and you don’t understand why goddammit, but it’s quickly masked with another scowl. “You mean the song that’s lulled you to sleep? The song that never fails to put you at ease every time? I can sense it, you know. How calm and pleased you feel whenever you hear it. I know it’s not the loud obnoxious tune of a songbird,” he glances at the tree that continues to emanate various calls as he kneels over you, nearly straddling your waist. Smart of him to keep his groin out of the range of your knees. “But you still enjoy it, right? I’m not too upset that you compared it to a shitty pigeon.”

You only stutter in shaky breaths as he lowers himself and presses all of his weight onto you, your eyes shut as he nuzzles your face lovingly. He feels like a furnace, the sweat from his face slathering onto yours from his rough rubs.

That’s when you smell something potent. You’ve picked up traces of it from him throughout the week, a strange but not unpleasant mixture of salt and sweet. You assumed it to be some sort of shampoo or cologne, but now it’s hitting you full force and it’s making your body…respond. With each inhale, the exotic scent sends a tingle down your abdomen and a release of wetness that dampens your clothing. What the hell is happening to you?

Hawks pulls away and sniffs the air. Your feminine aroma has him moan so suggestively that it makes your core heat up even more. “Oh, so this is getting you going?” He questions in a judgmental tone before something appears to cross his mind, and he laughs with a slap to his forehead. “I’m such an idiot. I’ve been doing this all wrong, haven’t I? You’re not a bird.” He kisses at the side of your face and licks the shell of your ear before whispering, “You’re a mammal. You don’t choose a mate by their pretty gifts or fancy dances.”

The lustful haze invading your mind almost distracts you from whatever is tugging at your pants and pulling them down. “H-Hawks…” You accidentally moaned. You were too out of it to even properly convey your worry. Your pants are removed and something tickles your hips to remove your panties next—that’s when you identify them as more feathers.

“With mammals, males just take what they want. They catch her, hold her down, and fuck her on the spot.”

You gasp when your lower body is completely stripped and exposed—a mistake—Hawks’s intoxicating smell rushes into your mouth and nostrils, making you clench and gush. He lifts himself just enough for the living binds around your wrists to pull and drag you off of the stone walkway and into the blooming batches. The flowers were just tall enough to probably hide you from anyone at a distance, but the winged man crawling over and sitting in front of your feet would easily give you away. “Hawks, someone…might see us,” you mutter.

He only chuckles. “Good, I want them to see. Are you little bastards watching?” He looks up at the lilac tree that now looms right over both of you. The resting tits have gone quiet, most likely intimidated by the large bird-human hybrid that continued to glare at them.

The response was ridiculous enough to temporarily free you from your trance. “I’m not worried about the birds, you dumbass.”

“Hmph, of course you’re not. You’d let them all join in if I’d let you, wouldn’t you?”

You have so many questions about how that would even work.

But you’re interrupted by the feathers around your ankles pulling your feet apart, easily overcoming your resistance and spreading you wide open for the hero in front of you. You have to look away from just how soaked you are, juices flowing from your swollen pussy and onto the soft soil, some of it sticking to your parted thighs in strands. The sight makes Hawks salivate.

“I’m at the peak of my rut and I’m tired of waiting. Gonna make you mine.”

It’s all he says before his entire mouth is on your cunt, tearing a startled cry from your throat. The peaceful sounds of the wind and rustling leaves are overshadowed by the absolutely filthy slurps, sucks, and growls between your legs. He was being a greedy savage that simply wanted to drink you up. There were no careful methods or patterns, just a hungry tongue that lapped at every inch of you and lips that sucked on anything they could grip.

You could barely even writhe from the onslaught, what with your arms pinned over your head and your feet held down so strongly that you couldn’t even move them across the dirt. You kept your sights on the rich colors of various flowers that encircled you as the sweet-smelling haze enveloped you again, enhancing your pleasure. Despite Hawks’ sudden loss of his oral skills, the feral nature of it all—the smothered snarls against your sex, the startling feel of his teeth carelessly grazing your sensitive flesh, and the lewd sight of his face covered in your glistening juices as his glassy eyes opened and stared into yours as he ate you alive—his voracity had you boiling over.

He gulped your essence loudly, welcoming every drop of the orgasmic flood into his mouth. All of the colors in your vision blurred more with each mind-numbing pulse. You weren’t even aware of the shameless wails that left you until the blissful waves finally subsided.

Once he had his fill, he finally pulled away from your mound and boy did he look like a hot mess. His cheeks were a deep red that was slowly spreading across his cum-covered face, a beady string of your fluids hanging from his lips before dripping off. He was climbing back over you and when the fuck did he take his pants off? He must have unbuttoned and removed them while he was licking you into heaven.

He still manages to look smug while he takes in your spent form, your slightly parted lips impossible to resist. Your mouth was suddenly locked with his, the breath you were desperately trying to get back stolen from you. And then the scent returns, this time accompanied with a powerful salted lemon flavor that assaults your taste buds. The taste of your own pussy was insignificant; his aroma in both your nose and mouth is nearly suffocating, your still-recovering inner walls already squeezing out more of your slick.

His tongue thrashes about in your mouth to paint his sweet saliva on every spot he could reach. You swallow it up thirstily and feel an immediate response in your throat that somewhat frightens you. Numbness overtakes your mouth and your throat relaxes completely; you felt like it was suddenly impossible to choke.

Hawks messily pulls away, breathing heavily and licking his lips. “Look at you. All it takes is a whiff and taste of a rutting male to turn you into a submissive little bitch.” You’ve never heard him speak like that, but like every action he’s taken since you’ve been at his mercy, it doesn’t fail to arouse you for reasons you still don’t understand. “Do you want some more? Hmm?”

You’re nodding before your crippled mind can comprehend the question.

The drugged kiss has you dizzy. You’re doing your best to keep track of his movements as he straddles your chest, his cock coming into focus and pressing against your lips. He doesn’t give you a command, you simply open up like a trained whore.

You’re moaning from the addicting taste of his length that pushes all the way to the back of your throat. Once his pubes are flush against your nose, your eyes roll back and you lose all sense of…everything. Everything except for that exhilarant fragrance and flavor.

Even as he begins to move in your mouth, your tongue swirls all around the sweet meat in an attempt to taste him all over. You’re throbbing wildly, but the feathers prevent you from bringing your thighs together for some much needed friction.

He was thrusting in and out at a pace that should have you gagging, but you take the pounding smoothly. Everything was murky, save for the pleasure that was slowly consuming you. You think the birds are singing again, maybe.

Something was smacking against your chin…rather loudly, you think. Hawks’s balls. How obscene, the way he’s hunched over you and fucking your face so roughly, but it’s hard to feel embarrassed when it’s all making you feel so damn good. Drool gathers and drips down your mouth. Your throat has become a second pussy, and he was fucking it like one.

The scent has your entire body on fire and you wish so badly that you could touch yourself. It was too powerful, each breath filling you with more burning tension. Your desperate whines came out as bubbly gurgles around his hammering dick. Your climax is dangling right at the edge. All you need is just the smallest touch on your drenched, deprived pussy.

His thick intrusion suddenly leaves your mouth, allowing oxygen to properly enter your lungs and for the pooling saliva to be swallowed. Hawks says something as you cough and sputter, but everything is still too muffled.

“Good……….not yet……….finish inside.” That was all that you were able to catch. You frankly don’t care. You immediately want his overpowering scent back.

When something pushes past the entrance between your legs, you cum instantly. Your scream is silent, or maybe you just can’t hear it, as your restrained limbs twitch like mad from the excruciatingly pleasurable contractions.

You’re already being fucked roughly while you’re still coming down from your orgasmic high. You’re rocked against the flowers and the soft earth beneath, your peaceful surroundings a stark contrast to the raunchy act currently taking place among them.

Hawks leans in once again, and you have to turn away and hold your breath because you truly felt like one more whiff of that mouth-watering smell would bring you the most euphoric death. His mouth drew closer to your ear, harsh pants in sync with his rapid thrusts. There’s no way a body was meant to handle so much stimulation, yet you didn’t want it to end.

You wanted this powerful man and everything that he had. You want him to fill your womb with his seed…bear his strong and healthy offspring…then let him take you all over again…

There’s a soft rumble that brings you back down to earth, clearing your mind just enough so that all of your senses work properly again. The smudged colors return to their original shapes, and the cooing that vibrates through both of your bodies can be heard loud and clear. His song.

“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you right here. Just give in to me.” Hawks sounds on the verge of losing his voice, weak and graveled, but his singing and hips aren’t letting up.

Finally, fucking finally, the feathers release your limbs. Ignoring how boneless they feel, you use all of your strength to wrap your arms tightly around his neck, and your legs lock right above his ass. You cling onto him like a parasite and moan freely, trusting his low and soft vocals to keep you grounded as his citrus aura captivates you again.

Your involuntary clenches ruin him and take him to his peak, several more hard and deep pumps bringing you to your final climax. Both of you cry out loudly enough to scare away the tits still resting in the tree, the small flock flying off to find a quieter perch.

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Good. That showed the little bastards.

Hawks smiled triumphantly as the small birds fled the erotic scene. Once he was certain that none of them were coming back, he returned his attention to you. Your chest heaved with each audible breath, your entire body drenched in sweat, just like his. He laid a gentle hand on your cheek, thumb stroking lovingly as you close your eyes for much-needed rest after almost losing your mind.

He did it. He finally claimed you, and all he had to do was just show a little dominance…and expose you to a hefty dose of pheromones. It was clearly way more than you could handle—maybe the face-fucking wasn’t the best idea, but it looked like you were enjoying yourself enough. No harm done.

“Excuse me, sir?”

Hawks was a cool-headed man. He’s managed to stay calm and collected in the direst of situations. Still, when he slowly turns around to see a man dressed in the park’s staff uniform, blushing at the sight of a sweaty couple with no pants on among the innocent blossoms, he can’t help but feel just a wee bit fucked.

“H-Hawks? It’s really you? Wha-?” The poor guy is lost for words from the fact that he just found the number 2 hero banging someone in public.

Eh, he’s talked his way out of tighter spots.

With a smile, the winged hero sends a few feathers to his discarded pants and withdraws a pen from its pockets.

“How about a deal, buddy? An autograph from yours truly and a coupon for my merch. All you gotta do is walk away and forget what you just saw.”

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Ladies and Gentlemen, we are once again at the final chapter of an arc of ULTRAMagic Alternate. With this, Interlude is officially finished... Anyways, we definitely have a lot to discuss as we have the final chapter discussion to do.

Let's get into that.

- - WARNING! MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR INTERLUDE AND PRELUDE AHEAD. READ BOTH ARCS BEFORE CONTINUING FURTHER - -

- - I'M SERIOUS. READ BOTH ARCS BEFORE CONTINUING - -

Interlude was a mess... It was somewhat better planned out than Prelude, but it still has that Prelude jank.

Let's rip the bandage off right now: Dunja was supposed to die in the original draft of the story. There was also a draft prior where she was supposed to be an outright villain who would have tried to corrupt Desislav. Ultimately I decided to turn her into a tragic figure who just wanted things to go back to normal.

Also my original notes unintentionally sound like something that dreg Milosh would have written as propaganda...

Jumping back to the first draft I mentioned, Dunja would have lost to Englehart who would have ended her honorably and then there would be a scene where her ghost indicates she's going to reincarnate. I dropped that because it was melodramatic, cliché, and I wanted Dunja to live. Plus I planned out Shadowland with her as a main character, so deal with it.

You can actually pick up on hints of these original drafts if you pay attention throughout the arc.

Let's discuss some of the issues I had with this arc:

1) Desislav's arc. That was poorly handled... It did not play out properly due to late stage changes. I will continue his story as things go on, but just know that I am fully aware that I bungled it.

2) Dunja's fate. I do not regret the changes, but I should have thought about it ahead of time

3) Interlude as a whole. It kind of does feel like Prelude 2... I should have done the beginning way better.

4) The length. This should have been longer, up to 30 chapters. It would have helped a few issues I am going to mention up next...

5) Vlastimir and Ekaterina. Ekaterina had an arc of being accepted by the descendants that I completely failed to implement... These two were also supposed to have bigger roles. Also yeah, they kind of went silent at the end.

6) Corentin and Kresimira. I wish I had given these two more screen time.

7) Why was Valentina here? Her presence this time was a bit weak and really only served to introduce the next arc... aside from her being Blood's mentor. I will have an explanation as to why she can't do all that much that will relate to a friend of hers. Although to be fair, it is wrong to hand someone everything on a silver platter.

Hopefully I can fix these issues in future arcs. Will I continue Interlude with bonus chapters in the future? Maybe. I am definitely considering it given how Interlude turned out. I had a bunch of chaos happen with my family around the time I was working on Interlude, which is why it took so long to come out.

And how long will we have to wait for the next arc, Interlude: Shadowland? It will be up next week. Yup. I realized while in the homestretch for Interlude chapters that I can plan out the next arc if I have the current arc finalized. So that's what I did and we are good to go. And with that being said, I would like to thank you all for making it this far with me. I hope to see you all again in ULTRAMagic Interlude: Shadowland.

ULTRAMagic Interlude Chapter 20

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Master Post

The after-party for the wedding was fantastic. Blood-Wraith felt like he could truly relax for once. It legitimately felt like everything was fixing itself. Of course that was not truly the case for him. Milosh was still out there and the ULTRAMagic Guild was just around the corner. These thoughts crossed his mind as he watched everyone else sing, dance, and have fun. It was supposed to be a happy time, but these thoughts bore down on Blood-Wraith. He had no right to ignore them, or so he felt.

Eventually things came to a close and everyone went home. Blood-Wraith changed out of his formal wear, went downstairs, and sat on the couch to watch some television with a robust documentary. At this point it felt like he needed a month or two to wind down from all that had happened. Ultimatum and the guild would have to be patient and wait. Blood-Wraith was still going to study and practice, he just needed to hold off on the adventures for a bit. To be fair, he was eager to learn the magic Vexation had promised to teach him, which would probably require time to learn.

Before going to bed that night, Blood-Wraith thought he sensed something. Putting down Valentina’s alchemy guide, he got out of bed. Being careful not to wake anyone, he then quietly made his way down to the basement. Blood-Wraith flipped on the lights and looked around. Aside from the secret room being opened, everything was in order. Perhaps Aureolus had accidentally left it like that for some reason. As he approached, he heard the rustling of dust and stones. That was never a good sign. Thankfully nobody seemed to be in the backroom… then the lights shut off.

Feeling his blood run cold, Blood-Wraith quickly turned around only to bump into someone. He could not see who it was, but it looked like… a woman in a top hat? “Oh my, and I thought hiding my presence from the dark angel would have sufficed…” she remarked.

“Who are… you…” Blood-Wraith felt his head go light as he inexplicably fell asleep. When he woke up, he found himself in his temple back in The Roaring Mountains. This left him very confused.

“Good morning, Blood.”

“Dunja? What’s… what’s going on here? How did I even…?”

“How’d you get here? Honestly, I’m not sure. I sensed what happened last night, and hopped on over here. As for your encounter, I’m pretty sure that was Andelin you ran into.”

Blood-Wraith was handed a plate of simple, on-the-go breakfast. “Oh, thanks. Do I need to worry about her?” He asked as he began eating.

“Probably not. From day one, Andelin has had her own ambitions. Truthfully I'm not sure what she’s up to most of the time. What I can say is that if she’s out this far, it’s probably of her own accord.” Dunja sighed. “All the more reason for me to go and fix my blunders…”

“I see. So, have you seen my temple before?”

Dunja stood up. “Back when it was empty. I came here with Andelin on her recommendation. Now it’s quite impressive… and I think I know why we’re here. Take a look at the walls…”

Blood-Wraith turned around and was greeted by vast murals depicting things he had done thus far. “Incredible…”

“It was quite interesting looking through all of this. I see the Lich was deteriorating as time went on, given how progressively freakish he looks throughout all of this…”

“Yeah, I noticed that after the battle at the Metal Oasis. He just seemed… wrong and dead.”

Dunja shook her head. “Milosh is such a moron. Honestly I don’t think the Lich could have handled all that power. He probably would have imploded in on himself and left us up the creek without a paddle.”

That was surreal to hear. “Huh… So what would have happened then?”

She shrugged. “No idea. None of us thought that far ahead… It’s possible that I may have gotten fed up with Milosh and executed him right then and there though. He ain’t worth the dirt he stands on…”

“I guess that means there’s a distinct difference between planning and execution?”

She nodded. “Oh absolutely. Some things are easier said than done…”

“Yeah… hey, what about that part?” Blood-Wraith pointed to a section of the mural that depicted Dunja in an alternate series of events.

“Hmm… that’s Desislav, I think… was I going to try and convince him to join me?”

Blood-Wraith inspected it further. “I think that’s what it’s getting at…”

Dunja sighed. “It looks like history would have tried to repeat itself… Jeez. I can’t imagine being that bad though.”

“Perhaps it would have happened had you not come to our side?”

“Yeah, I think so… good lord, Valerie was right from the get go…AGAIN” Dunja exclaimed as she stepped a few steps away.

That name intrigued Blood-Wraith. “Who is this Valerie person?”

“Oh boy… She is the one who split Deimos. Not me, not Milosh; Valerie. From what I’ve learned over the years, she was originally part of a guild of mages from the Magician’s Labyrinth. After a disagreement, she was kicked out and went rogue. This happened a long time ago and that guild has long since gone defunct. Andelin kept claiming her mother was a member, but I never believed that. In regards to Milosh, he offered to pay her handsomely… Funnily enough I never saw him render payment to her though. It makes me wonder if she found a way to jinx his plans…”

“Wait, if Valerie warned you about Milosh, why did she go through with splitting Uncle Deimos?”

“Spite, looking back on it. Or at least, I assume she probably wanted to spite her old guild. She also probably had a good feeling our plans would go belly up and… which is why she warned me in the first place… ARGH, I HATE THESE REALIZATIONS!”

Blood-Wraith laughed sympathetically. “Is she still out there?”

“Yes, I’m sure of it. What she’s up to I have no idea though.”

As he thought about that, something crossed Blood-Wraith’s mind. “Dunja? Did you ever… um, execute your enemies?”

She paused, then took a breath. “Nope. I couldn’t bring myself to. Milosh frothed at the mouth and Gratiana judged me, but I never killed anyone… just made them work. Maybe death would have been more merciful, but I couldn’t bring myself to take someone’s life. Blood, this is very important, so listen closely: When you look someone in the eye in their final moments, you see everything. You see them, their soul, their sorrow, their joy, their love, their family, and their spirit. Their fate is your hands… and I chose not to enact violence. I could feel my heart get heavy every time someone was brought before my swords...”

“But what about Milosh? He doesn’t sound like he deserves this kindness.”

“That’s the tricky part, Blood. Some people are that far gone. They revel in stupidity and give themselves to evil… and some are foolish enough to go along with it. I don’t know what an ideal world looks like, but I imagine it’s one where we don’t have to deal with Milosh’s. Until that day comes, all we can do is look that kneeling beggar in the eye and see with our eyes wide open.”

Blood-Wraith looked lost and confused. “I never want to kill and I don’t want people to die… but I’m not sure who’s lost and who’s too far gone…” Blood-Wraith lamented. “I don’t want to lose more Leif’s, but I don’t want Milosh's to threaten our lives.”

Dunja smiled. “Don’t worry, Blood. When the time comes, your heart will have the right answer.”

“But what if I make the wrong choice?”

“Well firstly, don’t beat yourself up over it. We all make mistakes. What matters is how we respond to them. Don’t forget what we discussed back in the forest.”

Blood-Wraith sighed. “Right. I just… I have a lot going through my head.”

“Well of course you do. You’re just a kid after all. Look, if you make a mistake in the future, come talk to me and we’ll work through it. And I’m sure Englehart will also have some words of wisdom for you.”

“Thank you, Dunja.”

“And hey, don’t forget that you have your mom and dad there for you. Now come, let’s go home. This place is kind of eerie.”

With that, the two returned to The Iron City. Blood-Wraith still could not shake the anxiety, but that talk made him feel better. This was likewise for Dunja. It was cathartic for her to get some of her grief and regrets off her shoulders. She still had a long way to go, but her future was getting brighter and brighter. All she had to do was keep moving forward.

Shadowland was still looming over her, however. She would have to face the kingdom she sullied eventually. Would the Haugen’s, Barna’s friends, Torunn, and the citizenry even accept her repentance? She never slew anyone, but she did damage nonetheless. So many thoughts also ran through her head. Eventually she felt a compulsion that prompted her to look up at the dragon constellation. Nothing happened until… it winked at her? Was she seeing things?

Either way, Dunja felt a wave of positivity and support wash over her. “Thank you, Leif. I needed that…” Dunja replied as she went back inside. He was right: She just needed to face things head on and not look back.

To be concluded…

Next: Shadowland

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