#unless i am at work and feeling superior to everyone

[snufflingfortruffles]

i didn't necessarily get Bad News today, but i got news that made me very sad and i don't know how to mitigate it or use it constructively so instead i am taking to the internet to whine vaguely about it

[astrologysaysno]

I keep giggling at 1 am in the morning about the idea of an A/B/O SVSSS Au where Shang Qinghua is an omega but absolutely sucks at it.

So imagine that he's presents as an omega, but to Shang Qinghua, he can't seem to feel it. Everyone else seems to feel his 'omega-ness' when he presented, so it's probably just him that can't feel the change. The system himself said that he was an omega (A/B/O was never canon, so Airplane wouldn't have thought about what secondary gender SQH was) so he just has to roll with it.

The rest of his story is just him flubbing and epicly failing at this whole Omega thing. Even his system has given up.

His Non-A/B/O first life as Airplane has left his brain incompatible with his body, the motor skills and instincts that you're supposed to have going with your secondary gender are out of the picture, it is not built into his mainframe, so he's basically a de-facto beta with extra no second gender psychologically speaking.

His superiors are keeping a wary eye on him, his fellow peers a wash of mixed reactions to his overall behaviour, worried about who he is and his complete disregard for norms or basic instincts.

He appears completely scent blind to pheromones, nor does he seem to be able to control his own. His master remembers a time where he was the unfortunate victim of two aggressive alphas fighting in the dorms, causing so much havoc they ended up breaking his inkbrush.

The scent from him when it broke was so acrid and sharp they immediately ceased, though he seems to be none the wiser, acting in his usual cowardly manner while shakily asking them to stop.

His martial brothers have never seen him nest in all of the years he's been on the peak. Not a single piece of clothing, not anything comfortable. He simply had a single pillow and a blanket for cold nights as he dozed off. It doesn't help that he avoids everyone like the plague, so even if he tried, he didn't even have anything to build one with

(The system tried to give him the task of making a nest, and he completely misunderstood, building an actual bird nest on his mattress. The system decided not to give nor take points, simply choosing to shame their host for this stupidity. Shang Qinghua keeps it by the windowsill, a memento for unintentionally spiting fate and living.)

In comparison to the rest of his fellow An Ding Disciples, he's antisocialism incarnate, zero bonds that connect him to anyone. (Shang Qinghua can't afford that, not unless he wants the weight of people on his conscience when he betrays his sect.)

It's kind of like that one classmate everyone is familiar with, but no one actually knows them. They just see him in class and forget the rest. He's scarily competent in group works and is capable of working with people, but he's never gonna respond to your text to hangout after the project is submitted and graded.

His master sees this as a detriment. How is he going to be able to have healthy relations with his future pack as a peak lord if he can't seem to get the initiative to actually communicate and bond with them.

So he coordinates a trial run with the Bai Zhan and Qing Jing Peak to help their own head disciples get a grip. A mission to be given to them to get them to open up and become closer as friends.

It backfires tremendously, only ending with the three of them becoming more prickly or antisocial. Only the most formal of greetings will ever seem to come out of Shen Jiu's mouth now, barely hiding his sharp demeanour. Liu Qingge seems to be at least willing to talk to others now, but his relation ship to the future leader of Qing Jing has now soured.

And Shang Qinghua is now more apathetic to the idea of bonding to his future pack, rathering to become completely detached from them.

(Shang Qinghua is destined to be a traitor, so why should he allow himself to experience the cruelty of betraying someone he cares about. It would be kinder this way)

[Love the fact that I just went absolutely everywhere with no coherent thoughts. Enjoy the word vomit I guess.]

[The random sequel I wrote is here]

[charliehoennam]

the dinner party

A/N: Filling out this request. Enjoy!

Pairing: David Loki x F!reader

Summary: David and his girl spice things up at her boss's annual dinner party.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY. Language, unprotected p in v sex (wrap your willy, kids), oral play, cumplay, not proofread

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

Parties in general were David’s least favorite things. He rarely gets time off and the last thing he wants to do is spend it sharing you with people he doesn’t know.

Sure, they were your co-workers and superiors and he trusted you more than anyone in the world. But you looked way too sexy to be at this stupid dinner party.

He wanted to have you to himself tonight. He didn’t want to socialize; his social meter was already naturally low and he’d been there for almost half an hour now, enduring the small talk with the strangers you introduced him to and all their invasive questions about the job he mostly just didn’t want to think about.

You noticed his discomfort when he excused himself to get more wine after one of the most obnoxious guys of your workplace asked him what the most disturbing thing he’d seen on the job was.

It was disturbing for a reason and he wished he could forget it.

“Uhm, that’s rather a hard question to answer. Guess I’ve just seen too much” David answered curtly. “Excuse me, I ran out of fuel” he confirmed raising his glasses.

You co-workers laughed it off with his little joke, but you knew he wasn’t trying be funny, so you followed him into your boss’s kitchen.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t-“ you started, regretting that you had dragged him along.

“Not your fault, babe. People are just assholes sometimes.”

“Just 30 more minutes? I don’t wanna be here anymore than you do, but I have to. You know how my boss is. He takes it personal if we don’t show up. I don’t wanna be iced out at work.”

“What if I planted drugs in his house?” he smirked picking at the charcutarie board on the kitchen island to pop some salami into his mouth. “Ooh, that’s good salami. I think that’s salami, at least.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Of course, I am. But he is a douche. I’d be doing you a favor.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but this job pays for all the sexy lingerie I wear for you.” You smirked filling up both your glasses. “And the hours are really flexible too.”

“Almost as flexible as you” he smirked back idling around the kitchen. “I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise. I know it’s important. It’s just fucking boring as shit. If I have to hear your boss talk about his Italian inspiration for the house, my head might actually explode. I can literally feel the vein in my head throb every time he says ‘venetian’.”

You chortled with a sip of your wine.

“I know he’s a lot to handle, but it’s just for 30 minutes. And I already introduced you to everyone, so we can just hang out with my friends out back until then. They’re pretty normal, like us.”

“I can’t believe it’s only been half an hour. It feels like it’s been at least 3 hours.”

“What can I do to make it easier hm?” you smiled rubbing your palm against his chest.

“Well…” he smirked lowering his gaze to scan your body. He loved how your black dress hugged your curves just perfectly. “There is one thing that would make me really happy. You know I have a sweet tooth, right?”

You narrowed your eyes with a mirroring smirk.

“You want dessert already?”

“It’s the best part of the course, if you ask me.”

“Fine. But we gotta keep it quiet” you nodded with a mischievous smile.

"Wait. Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief. He didn't think you'd actually agree.

"Yeah, I am. This party is a total dud. I wouldn't be here unless I had to. Might as well make it fun," you smiled nonchalantly, dipping your fingertip into your wine and dabbed the red liquid on his white shirt.

“Hey! What’d you do that for?”

“You’re a cop, David. Rule number one: always have an alibi. And I’m not gonna ruin my dress. It was more expensive than your shirt.”

“Ey, I paid 10 dollars for this shirt at the good-will.”

“My point exactly,” you smirked taking his hand to lead him out of the kitchen and back into the crowd. “You’re such a klutz, Davy. Let’s try to get you cleaned up.”

Fighting back the excited smile was hard to do as you led him to the upstairs floor. Running off to a secret place to do secret things had you both feeling like young teenagers in love again.

“Yeah, ” he smirked with suspicious eyes squinted at you as you weaved through the crowd of employees. "Accident happen."

If there was one thing David loved more than you and his job, it was going down on you. And, if that wasn't enough already, it was one of the many things that he excelled at.

"C'mere, beautiful" he smirked turning you around once you'd locked the door.

His hands snaked around your hips as lips collided with you in a feverish kiss, hiking up your dress. Your lower back met with the marble countertop of the sink in the lavish bathroom.

David opened his eyes to look at the reflection of your ass, beautifully on display in your black lace panties.

"You look so pretty, baby" he groaned at the twitching of his hidden cock.

Your cheeks bloomed with warmth as praises spewed from his mouth.

Once his knees met the floor, he wasted no time getting to work. David loved seeing you in black lace. He loved your pussy even more.

His moans were muffled as he buried his mouth over your clothed cunt, nose rubbing and circling your sensitive nub as he inhaled your delicious scent.

"Got this pretty pussy all dressed up for me too huh?" he asked with a devilish gleam in his eyes.

His hot breath and warm tongue nuzzling your cunt had your panties growing wetter and wetter with a combination of his saliva and your slick.

You moaned as your hand reached for his head, legs welcoming his mouth as you sat back on the edge of the countertop.

With a hand wrapped around your thigh, he hooked a finger under the lacy fabric and pulled it to the side in order to display your juicy cunt to him.

"Ain't nothing sweeter than this right here."

His open mouth quickly latched onto your exposed pussy. His tongue eagerly licked up the sopping mess that only flooded from your spongy walls.

His thumb circled over your delicate clit as his tongue stroked over your plushy folds up and down, over and over again, sending electricity throughout your body and curling your toes.

The sticky sounds of your incredibly wet cunt and his mouth along with David's expertly technique altering from your pussy, down to your puckering asshole, had your head hanging back. Heat burned in your cheeks as you wondered if anyone could hear you from the outside.

David's eyes were locked on your contorting reaction, coming undone with your mouth hung open in an ecstasy only he could provide. So desperate for your release, you ground your hips against his face, caressing his head of luscious hair as you chased your high.

Your spine arched forward as you relished every greedy movement of his flickering tongue, panting when his thumb slowly sped up its circling over your tender clit.

David's low chuckle at your frantic chase for climax sent chills over your hot skin.

"D-Dave, I-I'm gonna-" you gasped, trying your best to stay as quiet as you possibly could.

"Cum for me," he ordered adding more pressure and speed to his teasing thumb.

The blinding white light of sheer pleasure rippled through your body, letting it tremble under his unyielding mouth. Despite your attempt to shut your thighs, he chuckled darkly as he forced them apart, pushing you further back and folding you over on the countertop until your knees met your chest and your back met the cold surface of the mirror behind you.

“Look at this pretty pussy, all soaked just for me.”

With a teeth baring grin, his long fingers glided easily between your slick folds, toying with the sensitive mound of flesh.

“Came so good for me, didn’t you? Gonna let me taste it?”

You nodded eagerly at him unable to speak with heavy breaths, trying to ease yourself from your newfound high.

“Be a good girl and spread your pussy for me then" he ordered politely quickly bringing your hands under your thighs to pull your pussy apart to hold it open yourself in the raunchiest way.

“Atta girl” he grinned maliciously.

His tongue shoved into your soaked hole, delving deeper and deeper into your open cunt. David was addicted to your pussy, to your taste. He loved how wet you could get, how much of a mess you could make just for him to see.

You watched as he fucked you with his tongue, lapping at your pulsing walls as he impatiently licked for every single drop.

"Baby, fuck me. Please. I need your cock in me so fucking bad right now" you begged, reminded by his tongue of his dick.

He didn't hesitate for a single moment before unbuckling his black pants to let his throbbing dick bounce freely from its confines. He spat into his hand and wrapped it around his cock to give it a few tugs, eyes hungrily staring your gaping pussy.

"Jesus fucking Christ" he groaned as the saliva and his pre-cum mixed and coated his heavy cock.

Aligning his heavy tip´to your welcoming pussy, he slid it up and down your swollen slippery lips to gather your slick. You hissed as he tapped it over your sensitive clit, making your hips buck as they chased his cock eager to fill up your pussy with his sizeable dick.

He would've teased you far more if he hadn't remembered where you were, so instead, his tip slipped past your folds and into your warm wet cunt.

He pushed in and pulled out slowly at first, to wet his dick enough until he could glide in and out of you with ease. You both watched completely hypnotized by your pussy lips wrapped around his heavy member with a shiny glazed hug.

"Keep this pussy open for me, baby girl. Take it all in. I know you can take it."

You felt so wonderfully full and stretched with his thick, long cock slowly moving inside you. Every ridge and vein of it massaged your walls in the perfect way, eliciting even more wetness from your body.

"Ah, fuck" he growled lowly unable to tease.

He needed to cum so badly. His dick was already throbbing and aching for release. Not to mention that eventually someone would knock on the door or come looking for you.

His belt buckle jingled as his hips began to piston against yours. His large hands moved to your chest, pulling your bra and dress to watch your breasts bounce freely with his every thrust.

"Ain't gonna last long like this, baby" he panted softly as he mumbles against the smooth calf of your leg.

He pounded balls deep into you quickly, watching your slick lips squelch around his cock as the sounds of wet slapping skin echoed softly in the bathroom.

It was just too much for him. Your perfectly drenched pussy hugging his cock beautifully, his balls smacking around your ass cheeks, your breasts jiggling to his rhythm.

It all overwhelmed him, bringing him to finally cum heavily into your womb.

Your walls squeezed around his cock, milking him of every single drop until he had to force him to pull out from the oversensitivity of it.

A couple of strands of his pearly white cum squirted over your lips as he gave his final couple strokes to his sensitive tip, aimed at your gaping pussy hole to fill it to the brim.

He smirked proudly as he admired his white load inside your cunt, overflowing like a waterfall from your used pussy and down to your pulsing asshole.

"You're gonna keep this pussy just like this, alright?" he smiled darkly as he gently moved your lacy black panties to cover your cunt and soak in all your - and his - juices.

"No cleaning up. I want to feel it when you walk around out there."

[blitzyn]

rookie mistake

dottore x m!reader

Request: Requests are open right? I hope so 🤞 Would I be able to ask for a sub!(male/amab)reader X dom!dottore? With some blackmail and coercion, preferably leaning towards dubious consent but I’m am a-ok with non-con elements, with a fatui/subordinate reader? If you could add in a small scene of him continuing while talking with someone outside the door that’s be awesome 😎 - Anonymous

Synopsis: You accidentally invade Dottore's office in search of intel.

a/n -> yall i know that i said i was on the fence about writing for genshin, but it was dottore and i love him plus i really liked this idea despite it having collected dust in my inbox for decades. whoever requested this: i love your mind and im so sorry it took me forever to decide to write this!! but just a reminder to whoever sees this, i will not be writing for fontaine unless stated otherwise!!

wc -> 3.6k

cw -> non-con, blackmail, coercion, blowjob, deepthroat, literally getting caught, spit as lube, anal fingering, anal sex, standing doggy position, fatuus/infiltrator reader, guys he calls you a rat because you're a spy, not beta read

Your job was straightforward. But it was also one of the most grueling missions you've ever been assigned to.

With your status as an elite spy, you were tasked with infiltrating the Fatui as one of their ranks to gather information regarding the locations and purposes of specific forts to prevent potential attacks and keep the organization from acquiring knowledge valuable to their cause.

There was absolutely no room for error, lest you get caught and pay for that mistake with your life.

Fortunately enough, the mask everyone was required to wear (with the exception of the Harbingers) concealed your identity, allowing you to execute your orders with relative ease. Of course, it wasn't completely simple. You had to fight your way up the ranks in order to even get a hint of the plan from your superiors, which took years to even get recognized for your efforts.

Several times have you had to go against your moral compass. Several times, you doubted your abilities and questioned if you were even making a dent in the Fatui's plans. Although, when you heard a faint argument due to a lack of resources, you knew you were on the right track.

But one day, you noticed that an agent's office door was left unlocked. There was no one in the hallways, and not a soul knew that you had stolen an important document that recorded data for some valuable supply that you didn't care enough to read about.

Making sure you tucked the paper deep inside your coat pocket, you strained your ears to ensure you were alone before taking the risk and entering the isolated office. It looked like your standard room. Boring, silent, and strangely barren of many decorations. You took a moment to inspect the area before deciding to take a step forward when your blood suddenly ran cold.

"I don't use this office very often," a voice said from behind you. You just about jumped out of your skin, swiveling your head to the person behind you. It took you a moment to put a face to the name you'd heard so many times before, but when you did, you quickly regretted your decision to search for any additional information. "But even so, don't you think it's rude to invade someone's personal space?"

You froze, unable to find the right words. Nothing could explain why you were currently snooping around in an office that wasn't yours—much, much less when it belonged to the Second of the Eleven Harbingers.

You inwardly cursed your naive eagerness to do more than you were asked. Your years of experience as a spy should've kept you from making such a rookie mistake, and now all your work was going down the drain.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, fighting the urge to fidget at the overwhelming feeling of his gaze on you, analyzing your appearance. He broke the silence with a hum, neither intrigued nor entirely disappointed.

"I have heard others spread rumors of a mole within our ranks but thought nothing more of their words as an excuse for their inability to secure our resources," Dottore mused, raising a hand to his chin. "I assume that the mole is you?"

You couldn't bring yourself to reply. Your throat was dry, and your stomach twisted into knots. Not that he cared.

"I must applaud your efforts," he said, a slight smirk decorating his pale face. "Not many people evade our eyes so easily, and for as long as you have."

"But, a word of advice—" He reached into his pocket, pulling out a familiar device. He presented it to you, watching in amusement when you suddenly patted yourself down before looking back up towards him. It was the device you used to contact your organization. "—Make sure you clean up after yourself. It's impolite to leave your items lying around."

You don't remember dropping it or forgetting it somewhere. But that didn't matter anymore. You were stuck in the present with no way of getting out of this situation.

He flipped the device over, dully inspecting it as he continued talking. "After going through your data log, it wasn't hard figuring out what you were going for next. While this normally wouldn't spark any interest in me, this resource just so happens to be vital in my current experiment, and I can't have you tampering with my results."

He walked forward, stopping just a few feet in front of you. He was close enough for you to inhale his scent of sterile rubbing alcohol and metal. It made your nose burn as you watched him intently, tensing and fighting the urge to back away out of fear of angering him somehow. The document in your pocket felt unusually heavy.

"Although, I didn't expect such a seasoned spy like yourself to make such an amateur move," he hummed, ignoring your need for personal space to pull your mask off. And you were helpless against it all. "[Name] [L.Name], is it? Why don't you read the paper you have right now?"

That's when you knew you fucked up big time.

With a shaky hand, you reached into your coat pocket to pull out the report, unfolding it only to realize that it wasn't a report at all. It was a blank piece of paper. But you could've sworn there was writing on it when you grabbed it earlier!

He could see the confusion on your face clear as day as a laugh left his lips, tapping a rolled-up piece of parchment on the tip of your nose to regain your attention. "I believe this is what you're after." With a flick of his wrist, he unfurled the paper that contained everything you needed.

"What—" you gasped, briefly staring at your paper before looking back up.

"It's a shame you didn't think to check the ink before you took it," he said, faux disappointment laced in his voice before it reverted back to its normal tone just as fast. "The ink 'disappears' when subjected to anything higher than room temperature. When you put it in your pocket, your body heat, coupled with the insulation from your coat, affected the writing and turned it invisible."

Fuck.

He planned this out.

You swallowed nervously, taking a deep inhale to steel your nerves, even when it didn't do much to help you. "How... how long have you known?" you couldn't help but ask.

"Not long, really," Dottore casually replied, as if he didn't hold your entire life in the palm of his hand. "I caught you just in time."

"Now," he said with a voice that demanded your attention. Not that he needed to try, anyway. His very presence was almost impossible to ignore. "I'm willing to offer you two options. One, I hand this device over to one of my lovely agents and have them torture you for answers then promptly dispose of you. Or, two—" He waved the communicator in the air, taunting you. "—I have you make it up to me."

It was obvious which one you'd be more tempted to accept, but you knew that accepting an offer such as this from Dottore, of all people, was not a good idea. He knows he has you right where he wants you.

"The second one. I... I'll make it up to you." The words tasted like acid as you forced them out, watching a pleased smirk rise on his face.

"Good," he muttered mostly to himself. Leisurely, he turned around and walked towards the door, shutting it before refocusing back on you.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, placing his hands behind his back as he waited for you to move. He observed silently as you obeyed, staring at the floor in shame. "Crawl to me."

He sighed impatiently upon seeing the conflicted and perplexed expression on your face. "You want to be a rat so badly, don't you? So get down and crawl to me like one."

You were given no choice but to comply despite the absurdity of his request. Hanging your head, you inched forward as the cold, wooden floors painfully dug into your knees, stopping once the sight of his boots came into view. You held back a flinch when you heard the fabric of his clothes rustle as he leaned down to lift your head up by your hair, forcing you to your knees.

Instantly, your eyes zeroed in on the prominent bulge in Dottore's pants, making you painfully aware of what he wanted you to do next. With a suspiciously gentle tug, he brought you slightly closer to him. You could tell he was getting impatient.

"Well?" He questioned, a frown gracing his features. "You don't need instructions. Go on."

You glanced up at him with blatant disgust in your eyes before raising your hands to undo his pants and reveal his semi-hard cock. You suppressed a grimace as you held it in your hand, steeling your nerves just enough to be able to lick a stripe down the side. Flattening your tongue, you moved back up to take the tip in your mouth, letting your saliva slip past the corners of your lips to lubricate the rest of his dick.

You half-assed it all, not bothering to take it all the way down or, at the very least, use your tongue. However, Dottore caught on quick enough with an annoyed sigh. You supposed you shouldn't have been surprised when he tangled his fingers into your hair and shoved you down, but you were caught off guard either way.

You were embarrassed to hear a loud gag sound from you, choking and sputtering on his cock whenever the tip of it slid down your throat. You dug your nails into his thighs when he suddenly shifted and pressed the sole of his boot onto your dick, letting out a muffled cry that only served to please him. He made no move to rub it against you, simply keeping it firmly on your crotch—to keep you in line, you assumed.

You squirmed, internally cringing at the feeling of your drool seeping out the corners of your lips. Fluttering your eyes shut, you tried to focus on your breathing. In and out, in and out, in and—

"Don't look away," he said, refusing to give you a moment of respite, shoving his cock all the way inside your mouth, harshly tugging on your hair at the same time. He fucked your face, ignoring your sounds of protest as he battered your throat. He laughed at your struggle, entertained with the way your tears gathered at your lash line.

"Awh, is this too much for you?" He taunted, shifting his hand to the back of your head to push you down to the base. He sighed contentedly at the feeling of your throat tightening and spasming around him, gently rocking his hips. "You should've thought that through before you accepted the job."

With a painful tug, he pulled you off of his cock. A trail of saliva connected you to him, which you quickly broke when you turned your head to cough into your elbow. He ordered you to get up, unwilling to wait a second before he hauled you up by your arm impatiently. He effortlessly moved your body, pressing your cheek against the wooden door as he pushed on your back, forcing it to arch.

Deeming your position acceptable, he tucked his fingers underneath the waistband of your pants to yank them down to your knees. Your breath hitched at the sudden change in temperature, refusing to lean back and seek any warmth from Dottore.

With one hand on your hip, the other strayed toward your ass, spreading it to inspect your hole. It took effort to keep yourself from fidgeting under his gaze, and you opened your mouth in a daring attempt to get him to hurry up when he suddenly spat on your hole, shoving two fingers inside soon after.

You let out a grunt, clawing at the door he had you lean against. It was an uncomfortably foreign sensation but you were in no position to struggle. A burning sensation emanated from your hole as his fingers forced their way inside, wasting no time to move in a scissoring motion. They brushed against a spot that sent sparks up your spine every so often, taunting you wordlessly.

"You're enjoying this," Dottore said, not as a question or comment, but as a statement. And the worst thing was, he was right. No matter how much your mind made you hate it, your body told a different tale.

You let out a displeased sigh, pressing your forehead against the cold door, not daring to make your words known. Not that he minded. He enjoyed forcing your reactions out of you just as much as having them given to him without a fight.

He made it known with a jab to your prostate, sending a shock up and down your spine so suddenly it nearly made your knees buckle. That was all he gave you before abruptly pulling away, leaving you uncomfortably empty until the quiet ptuh! sound of him spitting on his cock filled your ears.

Fuck. This was actually happening. And you had no way out.

In a last ditch effort to maintain your dignity, you tried to push yourself off of the door but was quickly pressed—borderline slammed—back down with a hand to the back of your neck.

"I don't think you'll enjoy the alternative," he said, the undertones of irritation and impatience evident in his voice. He squeezed the sides of your neck hard enough to ensure your compliance, nearly scowling when you shifted in place. "So be still and behave like a good little thing."

Without missing a beat, he lined the tip of his cock up against your slick asshole and pushed his way inside, forcing a strained cry from your throat. He made sure it hurt, purposefully moving slowly to make you feel every inch and vein.

You whimpered, trying to breathe and calm yourself down. The stretch fucking hurt and you instinctively shifted your hips forward in a futile attempt to ease the pain when Dottore held your hips to yank you back, shoving the last few inches inside you.

You let out a strangled groan, biting your lower lip to stifle your noises as searing pain tore through you. You breathed heavily through your nose, feeling the weight of disgust settle in your chest when you heard him sigh in satisfaction at how tight you were. You winced when he pulled out slowly, only for him to slam back inside with a loud slap.

You jolted, just about ramming your head against the door in surprise. You grit your teeth and pressed a hand against it as the wood audibly creaked and groaned under your weight when he began to move. You tensed upon hearing faint voices beyond the door, peering back over your shoulder in a pathetic attempt to get him to stop.

"W—Wait," you muttered, breath hitching. "There's someone outside...!"

"Then I suppose you're just going to have to be quiet," he replied with an upward quirk to his lips before angling himself in a way that made his cock press up against you just right. You were disgusted to feel heat beginning to pool in your gut, forcing moans past your lips no matter how hard you tried to stop them. You covered your mouth with a hand as you listened to the noises approach. Dottore was (somewhat) merciful enough to press his pelvis against your ass, though that didn't stop him from rocking his hips to cruelly grind his cock into your prostate.

"Dottore?" It took you a moment to process the voice as electricity shot up and down your spine, trying your damn best to stifle your whimpers. "Are you in there?"

It's Pantalone, you recognize.

"Yes. Is there something you need from me?" Dottore replied, shifting his hold on you to start shallowly thrusting. You squeezed your eyes shut, listening to the painfully loud squelching.

"Not at the moment. I thought I heard something... else," Pantalone hummed with a knowing tone, sending a wave of mortification through your body.

"Then if that is all, I'd prefer it if you left," Dottore said, his amusement clear as day in his voice. He didn't even try to hide it as he gave you a punishing thrust, the resounding slap mixing in with your moan as it echoed off the walls. "I'm busy."

A laugh came from behind the door. "Very well. I'll leave you to it."

Dottore refused to wait for him to leave when he started again, this time fucking you so hard you were convinced there'd be a bruise. His fingers dug into your skin, yanking you back in time with his thrusts.

Your legs shook and you bit your lip until you bled, but it hardly did a thing to silence you.

"Look at you," Dottore mused, reaching around to hold your aching cock in his hand. He gave it a squeeze before jerking off the top half, focusing on the tip. "You were never meant to be a spy. You'd be so much better off as my little pet, wouldn't you agree?"

You let out a loud moan, instinctively looking down. You didn't even realize you were so hard, but as you watched the head of your cock drool precum onto the ground, everything felt twice as intense.

"N—No!" You choked out, clawing desperately at the creaking door. "I'll never—I'll never be your pet!"

"No?" Dottore laughed, sounding so unbothered it sent a spike of fear through you, reminding you of just how fucked you were. Swiftly, he swiped his fingers over the tip of your cock before bringing his hand up to push them into your mouth, making you taste your precum. With the palm of his hand, he pressed it against your chin to force your head back.

You let out a groan, feeling the strain on your upper back and neck as you stared at him with fear and disgust.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," he reminded, pulling out the communicator with his other hand. He slightly shook it, taunting you. "Don't you remember that actions have consequences?"

He pocketed the device as he slid his hand away from your mouth to bring it to the back of your neck, holding it tightly as he harshly pressed you against the cold wood. The side of your face ached, but, much to your horror, the pain only went straight to your cock.

"So just stand there and enjoy it," he said with a groan, his dick pulsing rhythmically as he savored the sensation of your walls clamping tightly around him. "Don't fight how much you like this."

"I don-" Just then, he rammed his cock into your prostate over and over, reducing you into a babbling mess that only proved his point.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, ashamed that you loved the feeling of him so deep inside you, but you hated that it was him fucking you. You could feel the heat in your stomach intensify with each harsh thrust, feel the way your balls tightened in a way you knew you couldn't stop.

"Please..." you whimpered, weak against the wet slapping sounds that filled the office. "I don't want to...!"

You came with a whorish moan, arching your back as your cock spilled cum onto the floor. You could hear the sound of Dottore's laugh through the haze of your orgasm as sparks coursed through your veins, knees nearly buckling.

"Yes you do," he groaned, voice slightly strained. You could faintly hear his labored breathing the closer he got to his own orgasm, noticing the way his movements grew sloppier and weaker. He reached around again, jerking you off despite the lurking overstimulation.

You tightened, sending him right over the edge as he slammed his cock inside you a final time, pressing himself flush against your ass as he came. It was uncomfortably warm as he throbbed in time with each spurt, savoring the way you practically tried to milk him dry.

But he didn't let it last long as he pulled out with a satisfied sigh, enjoying the sight of you, shaky and vulnerable, before him. He graciously gave you a moment before commanding you to fix yourself, stepping back to adjust his own appearance.

"Now," he said, sternly, like he didn't just fuck you within a damn inch of your life. "Why don't you send a message to your organization stating that you're not going back."

He handed you the communicator with a smug smirk, relishing in your distress. Taking in a deep breath to steel your nerves, you accepted the device, reluctantly typing in a message before returning it back to him with regret written on your face.

"Oh, don't look so upset," he pouted, pocketing the device. You weren't sure when you'd see it again. "It'll be easier for you if you cooperate."

He made his way past you, opening the door, sending shivers down your spine at the sudden chill. "But right now, you have a lot of work to do."

cross-posted on ao3

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i haven't read the acotar series but yeah there are...SO many issues with it. I was about to say I'm not surprised that people wanted the racism to be more violent so they could acknowledge but actually, y'know what? No, I am surprised. I'm concerned that people want characters of colour to be dragged through the dirt and be the victims of horrific acts before they can acknowledge the racism of the author. I cannot emphasise how crestfallen, how upset I felt when I searched up what Illyrians were for the first time. Like...oh. They are brown, like me. But they are also a whitewashed version of what white people want them to be: a violent, primitive nation that treat their women awfully, just so that white people can come in and save them, as if they weren't the ones ramping up that kind of misogyny in the first place.

I look across the YA sphere and I see white authors constantly say, through their writing, that poc are violent, that we are backwards, that the women should not exist and do not have lives unless they are attached to white people. I feel that the only time this has kind of been challenged in a mainstream YA fandom has been the grishaverse, and even then, the rep for brown peoples is muddled and vague at best, and the rep for Black people feels like there was no exploration of culture at all.

What I'm trying to say is: it's not great in the YA market, but SJM is by far one of the most racist authors out there. White fans shouldn't be begging for the violence against characters of colour to be ramped up so they can decide when they can step in and say enough is enough.

ugh! this was so beautifully put!

thiis will be a long discussion!

i really want to preface this by saying i would really implore everyone in their free time to read toni morrison's playing in the dark! it's a deep dive into the ways blackness (and in this case minority status) is defined by white superiority; how the very presence of the non-white is always used to reiterated the inherent superiority of their white peers! poc are used as conduits to uphold beliefs of white supremacy - the very existence of the nonwhite existing to boasts the intelligence of their white peers.

sjm's work moves in such racist territory that it so easy so see these mentalities etched into her work. every single poc that is included in the story is relegated to this ideology; their very existence speaks to the power of the main character. the primary function of the interactions deal in shame, humiliation, and cowardice (see: tarquin, nehemia, thesan, helion, tarquin, cressida, nesryn, lucien, the unnamed enslaved @ endovier, baxian, unnamed illyrian population etc).

morrison opens up her novel by asserting that we should be conscious of the way the author's imagination expresses itself:

“Both [reading and writing] require being mindful of the places where imagination sabotages itself, locks its own gates, pollutes its vision. Writing and reading mean being aware of the writer’s notions of risk and safety, the serene achievement of, or sweaty fight for, meaning and response-ability.”

morrison also posits that author's intenionality and/or bias are unfortunately apart of the creative process of imagination, reiterating:

“The imagination that produces work which bears and invites rereadings, which motions to future readings as well as contemporary ones, implies a shareable world and an endlessly flexible language. Readers and writers both struggle to interpret and perform within a common language shareable imaginative worlds. And although upon that struggle the positioning of the reader has justifiable claims, the author’s presence—her or his intentions, blindness, and sight—is part of the imaginative activity.”

this initial opening builds an understanding of the creative process, in a wholesome way. what i mean is - morrison is establishes that the creative process is informed by our own perceptions and understanding. the way our the narrative voice reconciles normalcy vs. unknown says something about the author. or what the author has put to page. the reason i am even discussing this is to make a similar point: sjm's writing oftentimes subconsciously asserts the dominance of the 'main, white character,' in conjunction with a ethnic, poor, nonwhite individuals of the story. when we meet celaena, we are immediately aware of aelin's 'superiority' over the slaves in endovier. the function of her slavery is to relate her power, while the story views the enslaved as dump, hopeless, individuals whose only goal is to die for their liberation in an endless cycle. aelin even complains that she 'finally' can talk to compotent people with assumption that the enslaved at endovier were somehow too dumb to adequtely communcate with her.

a court of thorns and roses invents an entire culture whose only cultural practices seemed be filled with violence, misogyny, and brutality. then the story argues that only three (3) out of thousands of brown men actually have common sense. that they're so dumb and brutish that they'd absolutely choose to have barely any resources out of spite of their benevolent high lord. cassian, rhys, and az are the strongest in history. and to relate their power, we get these dumb brutes who just seem okay for fighting for a country that would not even be allowed to enter....that's actually some crazy racist writing lmaooo. or the fact that nuala and cerridwen are trained spies, who up to this point, make so much money they'd probably be able to retire...and they just choose to be also the handmaidens...for five-hundred year old fae. like...immediately after acotar, there back working. rhys and feyre can still be reeling from that experience but nuala and cerridwen can just serve because that's just what they like to do.

the next notable quote states:

“These speculations have led me to wonder whether the major and championed characteristics of our national literature—individualism, masculinity, social engagement versus historical isolation; acute and ambiguous moral problematics; the thematics of innocence coupled with an obsession with figurations of death and hell—are not in fact responses to a dark, abiding, signing Africanist presence”

“The fabrication of an Africanist persona is reflexive; an extraordinary meditation on the self; a powerful exploration of the fears and desires that reside in the writerly conscious. It is an astonishing revelation of longing, of terror, of perplexity, of shame, of magnanimity. It requires hard work not to see this.”

in this way, the nonwhite becomes the site of a descent into darkness, hypersexality and power for white people. think of the way in which feyre's darkness is often times heavily associated with the nonwhite (see: court of nightmares). this sexy, liberated, dark woman using south asian culture to establish superiority while eschewing the people who are the originators of said culture.

but - really want to move this away from a discussion on individual characters and really focus the subject on sjm's role as the write. ultimately, feyre, aelin, nehemia, rhys...aren't real. they are reflections of the author's own internal dialogue. i actually really resonated with this observation/ assumption morrison's makes and that is:

“I assumed that since the author was not black, the appearance of Africanist characters or narrative or idiom in a work could never be about anything other than the “normal,” unracialized, illusory white world that provided the fictional backdrop.”

ultimately, i believe the racism comes from the fact that, although these are fictional worlds born from sjm's imagination, a lot of the racism comes from the fact that sjm is writing what she believes to be normal. and so - that's why the problem ultimately persists. violence against woc and poc are justified already. it doesn't matter that rhys slaughters hordes of illyrians because the assumption is that they're probably horrible, brutish people who ultimately deserve to die; nevermind, they could have had complex reasons, just like rhys. it's okay that the illyrian women are oppressed because...that's just the way things have always been. the only queen who helped rhys and feyre is humilated, murdered, and has her head shaven. we get one sentence about her and the story moves on. nehemia planned her own brutal murder, awoke dorian's power, and as a reward....her entire country is burned to the ground and the liberation of ellywe is delegated toward one sentence about maybe going to visit. , sorcha gets her head cut off (and its treated as a joke by the fandom) and dorian blames her for essentially being 'too fragile' or something like that. poc are already being brutalized in these stories, we're just positioned not to care.

and im not saying that ya isn't extremely racist - but i think sjm is by far one of the worst racist authors i have come across. not even ms. bardugo or aveyard or her other peers have this many racial problems by comparison and boy are there still problems even in those stories. like damn even george rr martin has like...semi-better writing (but he's actually another author that really exemplifies what morrison was talking about and id love to one day talk about that. but it woul take me quite awhile. i do like like asoiaf obvi, but it just has a lot of problems that i cant ignore). lmaooo even armentrout made some attempt to rectify her representation issue and thats saying a lot.

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rules of conduct: the checkout queue

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Summary: in which Loki learns the ways of having to wait in line

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 964

Warnings: smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't even think about it); vaginal fingering; exhibitionism-adjacent; 1 cuss word (not even remotely sorry, Rogers)

Things to be aware of: teammates to…y'know what even I'm not quite sure what they are by the end of this…partners in smut? 😂

"And after crossing out every item on this list, with a considerable amount of ancillaries…" You had to roll your eyes at Loki's comment about the boxes of Pop Tarts and grape sodas and Vanilla Cokes that took up more than half the space of your cart. "We can finally leave this market teeming with the mundanities of man?"

"Not so fast, Mischief," you called out to him, stopping him mid-stride as he made his way to the exit. "We have to pay first."

"You do not simply walk away with what you desire?" You shook your head at him, holding back your laughter as the concept visibly confused the god. "That was how merchants were to me and Thor back in Asgard."

"Well you're on Earth now. And I'm not royalty, they won't just give me all this for free unless I have an arsenal of coupons or they find me pretty enough to give me a 'friends & families discount' in exchange for flashing them my tits or giving them my number."

"But I am a prince—"

"Not here, you're not," you cut him off. "Some people barely even want to acknowledge that the Earth isn't flat, good luck getting them to accept that there's anything beyond the solar system. Let alone more intelligent and superior life forms." The corner of his mouth twitched in a smirk at that last bit. "So here you're an alien. Not a prince. Not a god. Well…unless we find people who heavily subscribe to Norse mythology so I gotta make sure we keep you far away from that." 

He took a look around the marketplace, two fingers hooked at the front of your cart and not so subtly dragging it, and you, along with him as he made his way through the aisles. You made the split second decision to place your feet on the bottom rack to give your feet a break from walking and letting the towering Asgardian do all the work instead. 

"Wait. Loki where are you going?" You avoided the pointed glares of the people in line that he passed, the irritation quickly melting into unabashed leering stares as they took in the way his black jeans and dark emerald shirt clung to and perfectly accentuated his lean, godly form. He looked back at you, breaking out into an amused grin when he saw how you were standing on the rack of the cart, his other hand pointing toward the cashier as if to answer your question. "There's a line, Mischief. Gotta move to the back and wait our turn. You know, just like everyone else." 

Loki let out an exaggerated huff before turning the cart around and walking to the back of the line, the sound morphing into a faint chuckle when he heard your muted 'wheeeeee', only dismounting from the rack when you two finally stood at the end of the five cart queue and causing the women to risk neck pain from looking back and shamelessly checking out your teammate. 

Your breath hitched when you felt his large hands resting on your hips, the lustful glances of the women in front of you once more becoming scathing as they switched their focus from him to you, and just how closely he stood behind you, the tip of his nose tracing the shell of your ear. "Okay now what're you doing?" 

"Simply waiting our turn, darling." You could feel him smirking against your skin as fingers played along the waistband of your jeans, briefly dipping under and stroking the skin underneath and making you grip the handle of the cart so hard your knuckles were turning white. "Do you not think this would be a much more…titillating way to pass the time?" 

"You are going to get us into a scandal, Laufeyson," you hissed under your breath, struggling to keep your composure and subtly kick him so that he'd stop fucking around as deft fingers undid the button of your jeans, sliding the zipper down at an agonizing pace. "If you wanna incur Pepper's wrath because you were horny during this stupid acclimation effort that Stark assigned me to, be my guest. But don't drag me in with you--"

"Did you truly think I would let any of these inferior prying eyes see what we were up to, little mortal?" he whispered, breath tickling the tiny hairs at the side of your head. "All these people are seeing is your ever affectionate lover, my arms wrapped around you, the two of us engrossed in our own conversation. Every now and then I would press a kiss to your face." As if to emphasize his point, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, humming against your skin as he did so. "Just like that." 

"Cameras," you hissed. You couldn't find it in you to voice the rest of your sentiment. You are not my lover, and I'm not your darling. 

Mostly because you wanted so desperately for his illusion to be your reality.

"Under the same illusion." He kissed a path down to the corner of your mouth. "Tell me to stop." He groaned as he pressed another kiss to your skin, his fingers slipping under your panties and slowly making their way down. "Tell me you don't want this, too, and I'll stop--"

"I can't," you blurted out, a whimper slipping from your mouth as he finally pressed his lips to yours.

"Then you'll need to keep quiet for the remainder of the queue, darling." He captured your lips in another kiss, muffling the moan that escaped you when his fingers traveled further down and met your slick arousal, running up the length of your slit and rubbing tight circles against  your clit. "Or else we shatter the illusion." 

A/N: so…welcome to 'rules of conduct'! requests for this series/collection will forever be open, so if you have any scenarios you want to put these two blorbos into that fit the theme of the story, send them over and I'll see what I can do 😄 (also I don't have that many ideas on what exactly I'm gonna have them do next after this other than another shot at fitting room smut, maybe public library, and then that's about it)

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What twst characters do you think would be good and bad at flirting?

i have Opinions.

Riddle Rosehearts - mmm bad. but so bad its cute. like he's trying to invite you to a tea party, blurts out the information, spins on his heel and marches off with a red face.

Ace Trappola - UGH HES SO ANNOYING he'd use cheesy one liners with a smug grin so if thats your type of thing come get him.

Ashton Vargas - i hate him. he sucks. also uses cheesy one liners but its layered with a vibe of superiority that makes me want to punch him.

Azul Ashengrotto - MY LOVELY <3333 AAAAA i can see him being suave if he's trying to butter you up, but when you say something back he's like ?!?!?!?!??!?! WHAT. he won't believe you though :((

Cater Diamond - aww he's so sweet!! but really devious. YK HIS BIRTHDAY BOY LOG IN LINES???

I SCREENSHOTTED THIS SHIT FOR A REASON!!! I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?!?!??! THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE. he's good.

Che'nya - good i think!! he's naturally very mischievous so he'd be the type to sneak it a flirty comment that you don't process until a few seconds have gone by.

Deuce Spade - AWW sorry no :(( he can't flirt for the life of him BUT its so bad hes cute!! yk?? like he's stumbling over his words as he tries to tell you you're eggcellent. his mom put him up to it.

Dire Crowley - hmm. he's a bit hard to pinpoint but i dont think he'd suck? hes bad but i dont think he'd be as bad as vargas.

Divus Crewel - i know everyone likes to think he's like super flirty or smth but i don't think so. he gives the vibes of someone who wants something more serious so his flirting would probably be less playful and more serious compliments on your work.

Epel Felmier - i cannot see him flirting for the life of me unless he was feeling particularly devious??? but also epel is a character that i cant write for the life of me so take everything i say about him with a grain of salt.

Floyd Leech - he platonically flirts a lot. flirts by biting you. he has a way of making his voice sound very pleasing to the ears so yes he's good.

Idia Shroud - PFFT LOSER. idia kissers knew this was coming. ygys know him. he doesn't flirt. he insults you and gets scared when you get mad. "why don't they like me?!?!" YOU CALLED THEM A NORMIE YOU WEIRDO

Jack Howl - like crewel, his flirting is more serious and genuine. he'll compliment your work and what you've done well. also wags his tail. he's good!!

Jade Leech - IS A BASTARD. he will humiliate you because he thinks its FUNNY. never let him figure out that you're easily flustered or he will NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE (unless you like him the win ig???) he's good!!

Jamil Viper - I AM HERE TO SPREAD MY EASILY FLUSTERED JAMIL AGENDA. he doesn't flirt but if you ever flirt with him he'll get embarrassed.

Kalim Al-Asim - contrary to popular belief, kalim knows when he's flirting with you. its just...he's so friendly with everyone that you cant really tell. hes bad at getting his actual feelings across.

Leona Kingscholar - he's smug but thats about it??? he doesn't really flirt but if he compliments you you've already won at life so does it matter?

Lilia Vanrouge - HES A LITTLE SHIT. another one that won't leave you alone if he finds out that you're easily flustered. he's good >:T

Malleus Draconia - bad because he doesnt know what hes doing. he doesnt know how to talk to people informally. people find him charming anyway though!!

Mozus Trein - he's too miserable and tired to flirt sigh

Najma Viper - kinda has the same problem that kalim has except i can see her being very touchy. like hand holding and hugs. so if thats your kind of thing, then its good!!

Neige LeBlanche - the type to giggle if you compliment him (me.) he's very sweet, the type to get you flowers and kiss the back of your hand in greeting. good!!

Rook Hunt - hes good because hes so poetic and such a tease. h e can be touchy too, if thats what you like.

Ruggie Bucchi - he'd pinch all over your face as his way of flirting. he's just goofy like that. again, he's pretty teasing, so i'd say he's good!!

Sam - biased but he's the best flirter in the faculty by far. he's got a nice smile and a vibrant laugh and he's genuinely very friendly and open to people. good!!

Sebek Zigvolt - hes so BAD. hes only better than vargas. I KNOW THIS SOUNDS MEAN but he'd just yell compliments at you and expect you to reciprocate. has a crisis if you dont.

Silver - hes very sweet but so tired, just let him rest on your lap!!

Trey Clover - he'd be bad IM SORRY. he doesn't really flirt so he'd just be awkwardly making small talk with you until you catch on to what he's doing.

Vil Schoenheit - after that kiss in book six i think abt him more than i used to. he's a very sweet flirt, with soft smiles and pink cheeks. let vil be blushy. I NEED IT.

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Reboot Vergil's Yandere Alphabet

Synopsis/Author's Note: I am very slowly working my way through this. They are just so long so who knows when or if I will ever get around to writing one for all 6 main boys.

The yandere alphabet I am using is an edited version of one made by no gender bee on tumblr. I added missing letters, changed some of the letters/descriptions, and altered some of the grammar (like using Canadian spelling).

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for personal entertainment. If you are reading this, please understand that drawing/writing/reading/imagining things of this nature does NOT equate to desiring or supporting real-world assault.

Trigger Warnings: imprisonment, gaslighting, (Reboot Vergil is surprisingly tame, especially considering my last one.), minimally beta read because my editor rushed it and because they are kindly looking over my work I don't feel right asking them to do a better and more thorough job.

Abuse = Could they ever hurt you physically or mentally? What would be the reason?

Yes, and with very little remorse. You are deceived, misled, confused, and he has to help you see the truth. You will understand that your destiny is to be by his side, even if that means he has to hurt you. He isn’t as much into physical abuse, though he will employ it as severe punishments. Even then though it would not be something as cruel and barbaric as a beating. It would be more like a shock collar that electrocutes you if you misbehave or leaving you conscious as a tracking device is surgically implanted into your body.

Your mind is what he will hurt the most. From revealing the horrors of the world to you, destroying your blissful ignorance, to telling you that you are now a target for demons and he and The Order are the only ones that can protect you. He will even prove to you that some of the people who are close to you are spies that can’t be trusted and must be eliminated but showing you evidence. Evidence that may or may not have been fabricated depending on if the person is an actual threat or a personal threat to his relationship with you.

He will break you down so you feel like you only have, and only need, him.

Both = You are a Yandere too, what’s their reaction?

Everything becomes a competition between you two, a game of dominance and love. It is a back-and-forth, a constant struggle to be one step ahead of each other. You break into Kat’s room to try to eliminate her since she and Vergil had a bit of a romance before you came along only to find it empty with a note on the far wall. When you step in though the door slams closed behind you and locks you in. The note informs you that Vergil knew of your plan, has moved Kat to a safer location, and now that his trap has gone off he has been remotely notified and is on his way. Did you put something in his drink to knock him out? Well done dear, he is excited to see what you have in store for him when he awakens.

The only time it becomes a real issue is if your yandere acts get in the way of his mission, and even then he will just have you bound and gaged while he deals with business. Once he is finished he will find you in his room wrapped up like a present where he can punish you in the most delicious of ways.

Crazy = How easy do they enter crazy mode? How do they act when they are in it?

Vergil does not really lose his cool unless he feels threatened, and with him believing that, as a nephilam, he and his brother are superior to everyone, he does not feel threatened by much of anything. As a leader and having to keep many secrets from evyryone, like police, his adoptive family, and the fake friends in high society he keeps as a front to hide his true goals, he knows how to keep his cool. Even when he does start to feel threatened, like if Dante starts flirting with you or you two argue, he tries to assert dominance by staying calm and handling the issue with persuasion. If that fails though, then he snaps. He starts shouting, telling you and others to shut up, challenging people, all in a desperate ploy to regain control.

Difference = When can you notice a difference in behaviour in them? What are the first signs that their love for you is unhealthy?

It is very subtle, pretty much unnoticeable by anyone other than his right-hand woman Kat and his brother Dante. They are the ones that most likely bring Vergil’s shift in behaviour to your attention, whether intentionally or not. You will start getting special treatment in The Order, receiving fewer strenuous and dangerous missions while getting more compensation for your supposed “loyalty” and “hard work”. This could be seen as just him having a crush though. The real dive from an innocent growing crush into a twisted obsession is when he starts to cut off your ties to others, especially within The Order. If you so much as get a bit too friendly with another member of The Order, they are suddenly and unjustifiably sent out for what are basically suicide missions. And, though we have seen how he manipulates you into thinking others in your life are spies (see Abuse), if someone is dating you or even just flirting with you, they will one day just disappear off the face of the earth. They will leave a note or message to you explaining how they had some personal demons they had to deal with and have left town for self-healing and discovery. Only a few people are aware that that person is actually tied up in one of the many back rooms of The Order’s base, gagged, bloodied, and beaten.

Enjoy = Do they enjoy what they’re doing to you, your life and the people around you? Do they show it?

Vergil does not exactly enjoy it, but there is a satisfaction to when things go as planned. For example, after months of you running and hiding whenever he returns to his living quarters and him having to hunt you down and either coax you out or punish you, to then being able to walk through the door to find you eagerly waiting for him like a lonely pet, the rush of affection, pride, and satisfaction is indeed enjoyable.

Force = What, if any, kinds of things will they force on you? Isolating from friends and family? Going on dates? Physical affection and/or sexual acts?

If you break his trust or generally try to deny your destiny with him, he will force many things on you, such as punishments for misbehaving, imprisonment, and surgically inserting a tracking device.

If you never betray him though he won’t force things on you, but will trick you into them in a way. As an example, what if you have trouble with food, such as not being able to afford it, eating too much, too little, etc.…? Normally Vergil does not really care what you eat or your body not being of a particular shape. He is more interested in your mind and heart, plus all the advertising and subliminal messaging by big corporations that women must be thin and men must be muscular were just unobtainable standards made by demons to keep the humans in check. As long as you are happy and healthy, you can eat as you please. That’s the caveat though. If your relationship with food is unhealthy, mentally or physically, he will step in to help you but in a more subtle, secretive way. He’ll study what issues you are having and build a plan around it. He will subtly manipulate you into eating better, starting with “sharing his lunch”, which he always seems to make too much of to eat himself, and taking you out to eat. Then he will start planning dates around, or generally asking if you would like to engage in, cooking with him. Then, once you are living with him, he will have a personal chef who can make a healthy meal plan so you do not have to worry about anything. This manipulative plan would play out over the course of months but eventually, he will, in one sense of the word, force you into things like this for your benefit.

Gross = What is something they think is really romantic/sweet but is actually horrifying?

Vergil can destroy someone for you. I don’t mean simply killing them, though that is a possibility as well. Instead, he will use his business, his money, his fame, and his secret organization to socially and financially ruin someone. Whether it be someone who has terrorized you for a long time, maybe even traumatized you, or a co-worker that you complain about for making your job harder, Vergil will take things into his own hands. Within the month you will hear that that person lost their job, couldn’t support their family, and is now either in jail for crimes they did not commit or living on the streets doing horrible, degrading things just to get by.

In Vergil’s eyes, this is his way of protecting you and showing you how much he cares. He sees it similarly to a husband doing the dishes even though it was the wife’s turn to do them as a sweet gesture. But please, don’t feel guilty about it.

“Think of it as retribution for hurting you. Besides…” Vergil wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to his chest so he can hug you as if your horrified reactions are the cries of a child being faced with something that they don’t understand that needs to be comforted. “now they can’t  bother you anymore.”

Hide = How easy is it to hide from them?

Vergil runs a largescale underground resistance force that gathers information on, and eliminates, the biggest names in pop culture. You are not hiding from this man, at least not for long. No matter what corner of the country you run to, in limbo or the human world, you will be tracked down and brought back to him. Your only chance is if you find a rural town in another country and abstain from all kinds of internet usage. If you do anything from popping on to the internet to watch a YouTube video, to look up information, or even do things that involve the internet like using a bank, The Order will become aware and pin down your location. And at that point, you better start running because a very angry Vergil is on his way to “pick you up”.

Improve = Will they be willing to recover from this psychotic state for their lover?

Possibly. But only with the combined help of Kat, Dante, and you, the only people he trusts in the world. You have to sit him down and make it clear to him that doing things like keeping you locked up “for your protection” and hurting people who you don’t like, or like too much, is more so hurting your relationship than strengthening it. He is a logical man and, with evidence and a clear talking to, he will understand where you all are coming from and start working towards being better.

However, when Vergil is betrayed by Dante, Kat, and possibly you, then all that work and attempt to be understanding of your point of view is shattered along with his heart and morals. He becomes 10 times worse than he was before and no amount of talking, begging, or evidence will stop him from taking you and keeping you safe with him.

Justification = Why are they acting like this? When and how did it start?

The world is built on lies and illusions, and those who succeed are those willing and able to outmaneuver and manipulate. Vergil learned this at a young age after being adopted by a rich and powerful family with many skeletons in their closet. This is simply the way of things, but Vergil will use his power for the better. When he is in control he will protect and lead those too frail and simplistic with respect. And as a leader, there are tough decisions he has to make that some may see as cruel but he knows best. All war is fought with deception, and in the fight for love he will do what he must to have, protect, and cherish you as the superior being to most other humans you are.

Kidnap = Are they willing to kidnap you? If so, how will they do it? For how long will they keep you and where?

He is definitely willing to, though he won’t jump straight to the chloroform to do it. Instead, he will be patient. Like a stray cat being lured by food, slowly acclimated to someone’s house, then having the door closed on them and being officially claimed, Vergil will woo you with sweet words, luxurious gifts, and safety from the demon-infested world into The Order’s headquarters. At first, he lets you come and go, though he makes it hard as he fills rooms with your favourite things and showers you with affection whenever he can. Then, one day, you’ll find that the door has been closed on you.

He will keep you there until his plan has succeeded and he and his brother are ruling over the humans. Then you can be given a bit more freedom as his partner, though you will always have to be guarded.

If you don’t fall for the trap or escape after it has gone off, then Vergil won’t hesitate to go with a more… forward approach.

Lonely = They are feeling lonely but you are busy with something else, what will they do?

Vergil is a patient man, as comes with the territory of being the leader of a secret organization that has to move quietly and slowly toward their goals so as not to draw attention. Plus he can get very absorbed into his work to the point that he ignores you, and everyone else, for days on end. This is all to say, he can handle not having your attention for long bouts of time.

If he does come to the end of his rope though, he will consider what you are doing. Are you doing something that is important to you or will aid the mission? For example, if you are at the doctor's or doing espionage. If not, then he will find you and tell you that “there is a bit of a problematic situation, I need to speak to you privately right away”. When you follow him under the belief that your assistance is needed, you instead end up on a plush couch, drink in hand, and Vergil pressed up against your side. His hands will sensually caress your legs, hips, shoulders, and head, and his lips brush against your neck while he whispers praises and how lonely he has been without you as of late.

Moving On = If you die or escape, will they be able to move on? How easy will it be for them?

He has his mission, he will focus on that. And for a while that works, but after a few years as the ruler of humans, the loneliness sets in and his thoughts drift back to you. He may not have been able to find you while staying underground and in the masked human world. But now that the worlds are merged and he has armies of humans, demons, and angels alike, he will search all the realms for you. Even if you have died, he is the ruler of all, he will find a way to bring you back or at least bind your spirit to him.

Non-Stop = How clingy will they be when you’re in a relationship? How possessive are they? And how much free space do they give you?

He gives you quite a bit of freedom and space, even if you have betrayed him and his plan to rule over the humans. He himself enjoys some quiet, private time so in turn offers you plenty of opportunities to do the same. He also prefers to have special moments together and to be able to talk to each other at the end of most every day rather than being glued together at the hip all the time. As for possessiveness, though he does believe you to be his destiny, he will not act on it unless he feels legitimately threatened. Speaking of which…

Other = Someone else speaks to or flirts with you, how will they react?

Vergil sees himself as superior to all other beings, only matched by his fellow Nephilim brother Dante. So if some lowly human or demon attempts to gain your attention, he is not bothered as he knows he outclasses them in every way. He can simply sweep you off your feet at any moment and win your attention easily. His confidence is easily shaken though.

The moment his relationship with you feels threatened, such as if someone almost as good as him, like his brother, starts flirting with you or you seem to be reacting positively to the affection, his mood switches quickly. His calm and polite demeanour becomes colder, more boastful, and confrontational. He won’t be outright hostel, but he will subtly try to flex and pull your attention back to him. And if the person just keeps encroaching on you two… well Vergil knows plenty of ways to make someone disappear.

Persistent = You have rejected/ignored their first attempts at gaining your attention. How many more times will they try and how quickly will their actions ramp up in intensity?

Vergil is focused and committed to his plan so when you two first start to get to know each other and he throws a line but you don’t bite, he isn’t too bothered. But with every subsequent meeting, he gets more and more obsessed with you. Meeting you over and over, each time he sees something new in you. A new side that makes him more and more enamoured. Slowly but surely his attempts to woo you get more blatant. And if still you rebuff his advances, well, he will just have to jump straight to plan b on the kidnapping scheme.

Questioned = How do they react if someone catches on to their odd behaviour and questions them?

If it is someone who is oblivious to the true nature of the world then he will do his best to uphold the innocent, gentlemanly, naïve persona he puts on for the public. He will deny what he can, minimize what he can’t, and play to the idea that he did not have a normal upbringing, what with skipping most of high school and starting a business at such a younge age, so he is not sure how to treat the person he has feelings for. He didn’t know that having a bodyguard, or himself, chaperoning you around everywhere was wrong. He just wanted to help you get around and make you feel safe.

If this person is someone who knows his hidden side, such as members of The Order, then his patience will be thinner. He will still try to assure them that everything is fine and, though his methods are a bit odd, he is doing his best to be a good lover. And finally, if someone who knows his true self questions him, aka Dante or Kat, then he may just listen to their feedback.

Risk = How risky will they be with getting rid of rivals?

It depends on what stage of his plan he is in. If he is still working underground, laying low as he and his team gather information and grow stronger, then the risk level will be minimal. This is also dependent on how public his relationship with you is. If you met through The Order then discreetly disposing of pests can be done without garnering much attention. However, if you met outside of The Order, then your existence and relationship with him is plastered all over forums and rag mags within weeks. If a love rival suddenly goes missing, even if they were a nobody, the humans who spend all their time gossiping, theorizing, and judging others based on limited information will jump to the conclusion that Vergil had something to do with it. In this case, Vergil will have to stick to his usual tactic of flexing his power, money, and regal demeanour to outclass the love rival, hopefully making them step down from the competition for your heart willingly.

If this is after Vergil has taken Mundus’ place, then there is simply no risk. Vergil will deal with any who try to steal you away viciously and publicly as a way to assert dominance and let all others know that, though you are an imperfect being that stands as an equal to an all powerful nephilam like him. They are far below your level. He is the only one good enough for you.

Sweet = Even when they’re Yandere they can be sweet. What’s their sweet Yandere side?

Vergil is supportive of your hobbies, career, and passions, encouraging you to do what it is you desire. He believes that everyone has a destiny and whether yours is something grand like fighting for a cause or as mundane as learning to be an accountant, he will help and support you in any way he can. He will buy you supplies, look over your work, or just be a listening ear when you are struggling. He also wants you to be proud of what you do, not minimize your contributions. Yes, his mission to take down Mundus may be more life-changing, but that does not mean your path is not important or worthwhile. You have a destiny, and it is imperative that you follow it. And Vergil will be at your side the whole way.

Type = What type of Yandere are they?

Vergil is the manipulative type, using his intelligence, power, fortune, and influence to get what he wants. He will use your secrets, fears, and mental weaknesses to make you dependent on him. Do you have social anxieties? Stress from work and/or school? Panic about bills and debts? Then he will convince you that you don’t need to go through any of that. Quit your job and/or school, let him pay off your debts, and come live with him. You can stay home all day with no worries, let him take care of you and love you, all you have to do is love him in return.

Unsure = How much trust do they have in you? What happens if you break it?

Despite how cruel the world is and how untrusting Vergil is of pretty much all sources of news, authority, and power, he has a small group of people he trusts wholeheartedly. He trusts his brother Dante, his best friend Kat, and the love of his life, you. You can go out whenever and wherever you please, talk to whomever you want, as long as you come back safe to him. He will tell you of his desires, his hardships, his doubts, his insecurities, and his plans if you only ask. And he will listen to you and anything you need to get off your chest and try to help you through it. If you say you will do something, that you’ll help, and that you love him, he will believe you. At least until you betray him.

If, for example, after you all have defeated Mundus, you, Dante, and Kat turn against him, his trust in you three will be irreparably shattered. After he returns from hell with his army to take over the human world and kidnaps you, no matter how much you apologize and do everything he wants, he will never fully trust you again. To his dying breath, even after decades of your devotion and love, the scar on his heart will never fully heal.

Vexation = What is the one thing that you could do to piss them off or worry them the most?

When the time comes for him, you, Dante, and Kat to take the reigns and rule over the humans, if you turn against him and side with his brother then he is devastated. He had honestly expected all of you to understand why you all have been doing this and his desires, but it seems he was wrong. The heartbreak of the woman who has been with him the longest on this journey, his only living relative, and worst of all, the love of his life turning against him was immeasurable. It was nearly enough to make him not fight back when Dante lost control and nearly killed him. But he survived and slunk off into the demon world. Once he returns with his demon army though, his last shreds of humanity in him are thrown away, he seeks you out first and captures you. You may not understand now, but even if it takes years of imprisonment, passion, and brainwashing, Vergil will make you see your mistakes and understand that the place you belong is with him standing at the top of the world.

Welcome = Let’s say they’re Yandere for you but you’ve not had your first meeting. How do they initiate it?

Vergil is not going to come at you with all his dark secrets. No matter how much of his heart you have stolen, if he were to let out any of his secrets he could put himself, his loved ones, his countless workers, and his mission at risk. Not to mention his mission of ruling, leading, and caring for humans is hard for many to understand and accept, he knows that much. So at first, he shows you his public persona, of a prodigy of codding and business who was raised to be a gentleman by his giving, and rich, adoptive family.

He’ll set it up like you casually meet each other, charm you just a little, then leave. Then he will ‘just so happen to bump into you again’, a simple lie to cover up how he has been tracking you. From there you will slowly grow closer and he will subtly start preparing you to enter his world.

Xeric = What is an innocuous thing you do that hits a nerve in their twisted mind and really turns them on?

Wearing the clothes and accessories Vergil picked out and bought for you. Or, even better, things he had tailor-made. Everything fits you so perfectly, as he had them modified for your body shape, and accentuate your beauty and status. And to see you in something he picked or helped design added to the allure of the claim. You were his and your clothes were a blatant sign of that. The number of times he has had to excuse you both during an event because seeing you in that suit he designed was something he could not handle anymore without ravaging you in it. Bonus points if you both return to the gathering, clothes back in place, with your private areas still coated in slick, seed, and essence.

Yearning = They want you but you are already with someone else. How will they win you over/steal you from your current partner?

Vergil is well aware that he is better than your current partner in every way, he just has to show that to you. So suddenly he will become more of a show-off than usual but as a philanthropist so that he does not look selfish. He will also take the time to charm you directly with compliments, gifts, and invites, and suddenly seem to know a lot about all of your interests. And, if you are already aware of limbo and the demons that manipulate the human race, he will show you his tactical power.

His attempts to win you over quickly become blatant, done purposely so Vergil can assert superiority and show that he does not fear your partner. If he is confronted about this and asked about his intentions, he will be honest and maybe a bit smug about it.

“Stealing your partner? I’m not stealing them, I am fighting fairly for them. I am showing them what I have to offer, and considerin how you burst in here to shout at me to stop, it tells me that you’ve realized that you’re losing.”

Zealot = If everything fails, will they be able to kill their partner? He will because he must. He has a mission to complete, a destiny that he must fulfil and people to save and rule. So if you prove to be a problem then you will be eliminated. The last shred of his love for you that you get to see before the world goes dark is that he could not bear to cut you down with his own hands. If he were to do that, the seeds of sorrow at lost potential would sow themselves too deep for him to ignore.

[pixiedurango]

Antivan Postal Service - Letters from the Crows

@shynmighty asked a few days ago from one of the circulating ask games a bunch of questions. One of them was: 13. What would Rook write in a letter to their LI Since I opened the Antivan Postal Service letterbox game just today, I allowed myself to take this one first and will come back to the others (no letters) in an extra post. Hope you like what I did. It's set super early in the game and addresses how Lucanis and Cara know each other from their youth in Treviso. Have fun with my two idiots in love (they don't know yet)

Transcript: Lucanis, I hope you have settled in well with us already. You know, whenever you feel like wanting to move from the pantry to another room, I’m sure, the Lighthouse will provide. The spot you chose however, it seems to make sense for you at this point. Moving from a very limited, confined space to somewhere that seems to have no ceiling and no bottom can be a challenge. I get that, and of course respect your choice of where you want to lay down your head to rest. Hopefully. Rest I mean. Because in all honesty, it worries me a lot, to see you barely finding rest. I know your reasoning as of why you avoid falling asleep, but if we could work out a safe way for you to rest, I would feel way better about your well-being. But that concern shall be topic for another exchange.

What now is first priority: We haven’t talked about anything since your arrival. I gave you the time to settle in, but it makes no sense, to postpone it longer than necessary.

Of course, we’ll need to address Spite and what it means, that he’s now a part of you. How he may influence the way you live your life now. Or who you are as a person. And more important, if and how he may influence your work. And I need honesty here!

I am not going to make it a big group affair and would rather prefer it to be a talk just between you and me. As much as teamwork is a major factor in our missions - what will stand at the very end are you and me and that damn dagger against not one, but two ancient gods.

Another thing I ask you to consider: What are your thoughts on how - if at all - we want to address the fact that we already met years ago in Treviso. I won’t dare to say, we KNOW each other or that we have shared HISTORY - because both would be a lie. BUT I know that you remember, just as vivid as I do, this summer, 17 years ago. We were forced to act as a team, but at the same time we were not allowed to actually build a rapport.

I dare say, we did good on the teamwork aspect and were adventurous enough to defy some dumb rules at least a little. Let’s rekindle our old camaraderie and that little bit of rebellion and anarchy that our friendship was. We protected and defended it so desperately from being discovered by our superiors, it would be a shame not to revisit it.

We were awfully young and yet we had seen and lived through so much. No one who’s not a Crow will be able to understand our type of resiliency.

As to how we shall approach to tell the team about how we met before, I think “we trained together” is a thing everyone, who’s not a Crow will be satisfied with.

The rest remains between me and you, unless we decide to talk more in depth about it. Let me know what you think and when you are free to sit down together for a talk (and some coffee). Your friend - Cara (“Rook”)

[hamhamki]

Okay, so, you know, as the *previous* Chigaya anti who is now a Chigaya lover; reading his POV changed my mind a lot more. The POV does feel a lot more shorter than it already is because the main story feels pretty short but the POV feel shorter and the progression feels sped up so the pacing is pretty ass.

Tha pacing for the main story is passable, the pov gives some better insight as to why things felt a certain way, but it was still entertaining.

Now that the first season for Chigaya has been completed because there’s surprisingly no epilogue, I will give my thoughts since I went through the stupid idea of talking smack lmao.

To remain somewhat spoiler free for those who are interested in reading, yes, I judged too quickly, I think it's really good. Chigaya and Togo's both feel like an Oopsie compared to the other LI routes, and somehow, that makes it feel a bit more raw.

Chigaya's personality is very polarized, and as someone who was put off by his release in JP, I think his route makes up for his attitude, and I saw liking him a bit more. In Kunihiro's, he was tolerable near the end, but I think his POV and having his own route does make him feel a lot more likable. Of course, the main story still leaves you on the fence since he comes off VERY strong, the POV also gives a lot more as to his thoughts and how he works so I'll admit it. I like Chigaya. Everyone is free to throw tomatoes at me and we most likely saw this coming LMAO.

That being said, now the spoilers will be up ahead as I'll go into deeper detail about what I think!

*CLAPS HANDS*

OKAY! SO!

I'm not great with reviews and I feel like I would have tk be sitting down across from you talking about this game over some boba or something but I digress. There's no format for this but I'll try to be as organized as possible and not sound like this a paper that's due in five minutes and jotting my thoughts randomly.

Length/Pacing

For one, to get it out of the way, once again the story feels a bit short and the POV feels shorter. I feel like we got cheated a bit with the POV especially, I would have liked to see more bonding more interactions with MC and Chigaya. Definitely more of a reaction of the MC finding out he was the IT that humiliated her because I could have sworn it would be at least a little more of a shock but she took it pretty well.

The pacing felt right in places and other times I was like where is this coming from??? The weeks that went by sort of felt like days and you would think that having two parts would have better pacing considering older voltage stories felt just right with only the main story. This kiss didn't seem rushed to me especially if we take in account the POV and how Chigaya feels so that, I could see that.

Characterization

This section I probs will talk a lot cause I do like his characterization here.

As you know, when Chigaya I was RAGING. His "IM SUPERIOR!!" attitude looked more silly and just like why?? And of course, classic Volatge tends to abandon certain characters or just whole titles in general and they do it pretty often and after just getting Togo I felt there was really no need to add another LI for this title. But I think it's safe to say: Chigaya should be the final LI for the title and I do think he's a good character now. He's more annoying in Kunihiro's route and it makes me almost question is the "villain" act that he puts on for the MC in his route the same for Kunihiro's? Either he's still putting on a front for whatever reason in other LIs routes or he's just quirky and thinks very highly of himself.

I'll never forget the part in Kunihiro's where Meguro just goes "Ugh, why am I the only smart person around here!" Because I feel like I'm missing something here considering he's popping up on monitors left and right. Unless maybe that was to build his character and make it seem like Kunihiro has an enemy.

I would like to learn more as to why he's very harsh to people besides that he possibly sees everyone at a certain pedestal that they should be. It was mentioned by Kunihiro that he doubts there will be a team that meets Chigaya's expectations. We'll most likely get more on the second season hopefully considering it delves more into his past because I'm pretty sure there some deepest lore lol. Also quick side note, why do these LIs got to have such tragic family pasts. Like what in the Bambi is going on 😭 They're either dead, fucked up, or never on speaking terms like is Kuranosuke and Shu's family the only ones that are alive and well?

He's aware people dislike him (adverts eyes) and he's aware he's rude up the ass so I wish they dove a little more into why but we'll see. My heart did hurt seeing how alone he truly is with having a robot to rely on and then seeing the MC run the opposite way when she spotted him and how he too felt hurt. He used to people ignoring him or distancing themselves, but to have someone just visibly avoid you. Yeah, that would hurt. Ouch.

Reading Chigaya's POV really saw him in a bigger and better light and getting to his mindset along with his actions definitely changed my view on him. For summary, Chigaya is actually very shy, avoids public situations, tends to keep to himself and sets his goal and himself on very high grounds. The amount of times this man tries to run away from Kunihiro is hilarious. He's like me for real and I sympathize with it a lot because I too think of three different scenarios on how to approach someone and what are three interactions we could have to prepare myself in socializing. What I find funny is he's never successful and someone so boastfully smart as he claims is so clutzy and practically his own villain. Chigaya CROUCHING to get out of Kunihiro's line of sight is so random and unhinged like bro... perspective wise he's going to see you 😭

Also Chigaya, be Kunihiro's friend this man is always coming up to you and he likes you. I instantly saw puppy dog ears on Kunihiro when Chigaya told him he was looking for him. Kunihiro seemed so happy yet Chigaya keeps avoiding the man. Anyway lol

His minor conflicts he has really also bring out his character and make him feel a little more realistic as well. He puts on this front only to be a silly, socially awkward being, sort of like a shield to those around him. One moment I really liked and found funny, a little bit endearing was Chigaya suggesting to a client to use a live feed of plants for the windows because it would be a hassle to take care of live plants, considering that the amount used in the booths were excessive. And after he made the MC upset and couldn't stop thinking about it, he ends up taking one of the live plants home despite not even taking care of his morning glorys he had as a project when he was young. I thought it felt so realistic and that parts really stuck with me a lot.

And usually I'm not a fan of the Clark Kent omg that's a totally different person what an amazing disguise type of scenario, but Voltage gets a star. I will say Chigaya's IT still vs his meta department one don't look that similar imo so it's not Revance Takashi put a hat and you're good to go LMAO And well, it HAS been six years and the MC has tried to lock that memory up so it feels all very valid.

Relationship

One thing I'm slightly confused by, is the progression of Chigaya's crush towards the MC. It does feel like Togo's where it's almost canon? Probably not as canon as Togo's but I feel like it could still most likely be relevant to either a certain extent or however the story plays out? Because does his crush start when the MC declares she'll challenge him and actually isn't put off by his rude and blunt behavior? And is that just the driving force? Maybe I would have just liked to see a little more happen between the two. It's like the main story lacked in some parts but the POV made up for it and vise-versa. That was just some two cents I had because already in the second episode of the POV he's already crushing pretty bad with her.

In the main story, it did come as a shock when he said the MC has a pretty smile with his soft eyes and I'm like damn bro who possessed you? This is pretty early. But know that we know he's been lowkey crushing on her... it makes a lot more sense now.

Not only is he insanely good at what he does to the point he wants to impress the MC but realizes easily when she's been hurt and would hate to be hated on again. The pov does a better job and unraveling that situation as in the main story it makes him look like a jerk but when in reality he just wanted to help not only her out but also have her attention on him but it backfires. And that part I think really helped in making the feelings a bit more believable too within their relationship. After humiliating her years ago, he doesn't want to repeat that same incident and it does have him contemplate to the point he bring home one the plants despite all he said. It was funny, realistic and a nice thing to read.

I would have liked a little more romance I won't lie or maybe something especially from the MC to have a bigger reason to like Chigaya back. It's clear when you receive the first CG upon entering his house, he has some kind of crush on her when she points out that he may like her instead.

Having the close call with her father did make MC come to a better resolve in her feelings towards Chigaya because he was there for her but I needed a bit more to get to that point.

The dynamic between the Mc and Chigaya is great and I'm a sucker for these type of banter relationships because it makes everything feel so much fun and just feels so good haha. I do like how they match each others energy and what Chigaya gives to the MC she'll give back without much hesitation. She feels a lot more stronger and assertive and I like how she's the one to confess her feelings. And then Chigaya just runs off like a weirdo like bro where are you going? I have read a bit of season two with my awful translator and the epilogue for that so far makes me like the MC a bit more in this route because she doesn't back down.

They added a few parts/interactions that weren't in the main story in his pov and I sort of wish we got a few others things between them but I'm just repeating myself at this point.

This is already so long and I'm tired but I'll probably share some more thoughts whenever loool but can we just say how Kunihiro is a menace too because he helped Chigaya have the production dept run around. I also love the fact that Chigaya isn't the villain it's Kunihiro because all Chigaya did was suggest things to him and Kunihiro is like "full speed ahead". That mini twist got me a bit shocked because from the main story pov it makes Chigaya portray the villain a lot more when it's just Kunihiro giving his stamp of approval and nothing nefarious is going on. That had me on the the of my seats lmao

Also I thought at first us punching Chigaya felt so unhinged and like I felt super bad to do that (even though none of that ends up happening) and this man says in his POV "I wouldn't mind letting her throw a punch or two." LIKE CALM DOWN GUYS

I can't believe I wrote all this for a 2d man that I said I would hate and now end up loving just a little more than Togo like... damn girl he got you goood. I really like it, to each their own, I think the POV helps a lot more understand him better and certain things make a little more sense.

Also IT Chigaya is super good looking or just him with his hair pulled back in a slight messy style like please... voltage ... give me more of that sprite please... I will suck your—

[godkilller]

SHIPPING INFO. answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I will always ship Ginran above all else, but Aigin is lovely too and has some spice to it -- and I could be convinced to dabble in other pairings considering activity's been sparse from my shipping partners (not their fault, life's tiring and I'm barely here too!) and Gin's a social butterfly. I've opened my eyes to the potential for Gin and Izuru, but on my terms and not at all in the fanon's direction. Ultimately people shouldn't try to ship with me unless they're mentally prepared for their character to be constantly contesting against Rangiku in terms of their importance to Gin. As a sidenote; Shipping Gin with an OC is nearly impossible, as he requires knowing someone since the dawn of time to ever consider developing feelings for them, and I'm not too keen on people inserting their OCs into my character's past solely to avoid doing the heavy lifting of courtship.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

I'm not afraid of dipping into the toxicity of certain dynamics, nor am I one to ignore the cruelty that Gin can exude -- he's manipulative, possessive, and altogether a murderous obsessed freak. No amount of unconventional devotion can hide the darker parts of him, though I am also one to enjoy writing Gin experiencing and attempting domesticity and the softness that comes with it. I'm flexible.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Shinigami age-gap discussions are tricky, especially the whole 'Tite forgot how old this person was / how ageing works' undertones with some of his characters (Hiyori is the same age as Gin????? Hello?), but basically I don't want anything to do with creepy shit, thanks. If Gin can comfortably punt your character into the stratosphere because they're snack-sized then he doesn't want them sexually or in any manner.

Are you selective when shipping?

ABSOLUTELY. Gin can get the ick, no matter how hypocritical he is for getting it, simply because your character didn't reply 'right' to his throwaway comment. Gin gets bored easily; if your character isn't as smart or smarter than him (and I mean that in a cunning / well-rounded way, not a 'this character knows everything that could possibly be known about the development of spoons throughout history' or some sort of thesaurus-vomit of them trying to sound super smart to him, he'll immediately become violently unimpressed he'd sooner gut himself with Shinso than finish a conversation with them) or your character is immensely weaker than him, then he isn't interested. Gin requires being challenged. Both Rangiku and Aizen challenge Gin pretty outright in different ways. Keep him on his toes, push and pull at him, make him want to pick you apart. Don't bore him.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I don't tend to tag things until it's literally inappropriate if it was a visual medium instead. Kissing and clothed touching, even if in raunchy positions, aren't NSFW to me -- I expect everyone following me to understand my blog is an adult space. Tags won't come out till genitals get involved. If people read the written word 'nipple' over your shoulder from ten feet away and get you into hot water then you gotta tell me where they get their superior hawk-esque eyesight from, I'd like a slice.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Just Rangiku and Aizen for now, but as I said before I am opening up to the potential for Gin and Izuru. Gin and Byakuya is hilarious, too, and I've made jokes in the past about Gin and Kenpachi. Pfft. It's hard to ship Gin with other female characters in Bleach considering Orihime's a human teenager, no thanks, and Rukia hates his guts and Gin clearly didn't like her either so it'd be a hateship purely, Harribel and Gin never exchange actual canon dialogue, Unohana is way older than him and probably thinks he's an amateur at murderous intent, the Zero Squad ladies only exist after he's canonly dead, Hinamori's a whole child and is traumatized by his Aizen-killing/not killing stunt, Tatsuki is a lesbian human teenager, Soifon is laughably a lesbian so pent up she might explode if a man ever tries to lay a hand on her, Yoruichi is too close to / complicit with Hogyoku-maker Urahara Kisuke whom Gin loathes for inspiring Aizen to steal a piece of Rangiku's soul, Nemu is too busy being Mayuri's... whatever the fuck, Isane would faint if Gin opened his eyes once at her, Hiyori is literally split in half by him and she's a literal child, Yachiru is a literal child, Lisa is also at least bi-woman preference if not fully a lesbian, Kukaku probably hates Gin's guts ever since he lopped off Jidanbo's arm at the gate because that's a sore subject for her, Kiyone is a literal child, Sung-sun is too boringly quiet and weak for his tastes, Loly isn't quiet enough and is too weak, Apacci is even worse, Mila Rose is on thin ice too, all of the Femritters are introduced after Gin's dead so we'll never know for sure if he'd even tolerate their girlbosses-don't-look-at-explosions-then-get-stupidly-defeated act, oh god who am I forgetting -- I want y'all to know I had to stop here to Google it and for some reason in the list of all female Bleach characters, somehow, Omaeda is on the list at the very bottom.... congratulations on your transition <333

Anyway long story short I don't think Gin's very compatible with the existing female Bleach cast, hence my various male/male ships instead. Gin's fluid. I acknowledge and approach shipping with the assumption that most if not all Bleach canons probably think Gin's gross or deplorable or both. But hey, I have a soft spot for writing enemies-to-lovers.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Yes because otherwise I'll just stew in the possibilities and assume it's one-sided and never bring anything up 'cause I don't wanna freak people out. But please keep in mind I am very picky because Gin himself is even pickier. You may be rejected ultimately, and it's really not something that's personal with me. A better approach would be the age-old, tried and true method of jokingly saying 'wouldn't it be funny if they caught feelings?' at me and then we spiral together from there. I'm not open for that currently, but in the future perhaps.

How often do you like to ship?

I kinda wanna only ship things if it's been earned -- we put in the work, things escalated naturally, and then we're exploring the dynamic thoroughly from there instead of just jumping to the juiciest parts first. I am a patient person, Gin is too, we're not about to pounce on somebody just because they stuck their leggy up real high. I'm a previously single-ship-only kinda guy, I yearn for that commitment.

Are you multiship?

I am duo-ship at the moment, with the possibility of opening up from that in the future -- so technically yes. I approach things though with a strict refusal to write cheating, so everything is a separate verse. Gin isn't sleeping with Rangiku and then tiptoeing to Aizen's room after, I refuse to do that sort of shit. Gin's all-or-nothing and so am I, so expect that if I ever do multiship -- it'll probably not be willy-nilly, I'll be severely selective.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Daydreaming about dynamics is my bread and butter. I'll be cooking up entire scenarios on my own while watching paint dry, my mind knows no limits and the links to musing posts/quotes/aesthetics/tiktoks that make me think of our characters together merely scratch the surface. If a ship hits right it consumes me.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I'm a sucker for Ginran, Aigin, Ulquihime, Shunuki, Ichiruki, Grimmjow and anybody really, Ichihime, Mayuri and permanent death, Ishihime, Rangiku and genuine happiness, whatever the ship name for Urahara and Yoruichi is, Aizen and touching grass instead of committing atrocities. I could be down for Gin and Izuru, I also think Kenpachi and Byakuya make a funny / cute pair. I'd also die for the ship I have with @madestars with their OC Hotaru and Gin's daughter Keiko.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Hit me on the head with a brick irl.

tagged by : @despairforme

tagging: @dokuhai, @keikakudori, @madestars / @rejekshun, @gyakusama / @owabisuru, and anybody else!

[kimberlyannharts]

actually I would love a rant about how JJ sucks as a character

Merry early Christmas to you then, Anon!

Like I think what makes everyone clutching their pearls over the sanctity of JJ’s character and place in the canon so ridiculous is he is barely a character in the first place.  He is a plot device in SotD, a narrative goal for Tommy, as the story wasn’t about JJ developing into someone worthy of the Dragon Shield or even an SPD cadet - he's already done all of that. The story was about Tommy realizing he should retire and hand over his stuff already.  And you have a son who’s pretty good at being a ranger, so……….he should take it!  Great!  That’s it. I genuinely don't know why they didn't do some kind of Goofy Movie-esque father/son journey together, especially if you really wanted to discuss this idea of him feeling like he's in his dad's shadow. His existence in the show amounts to namedrops and one voiceover line in the Ninja Steel special, and the only bits of characterization these amount to are he’s a kid who goes to karate camp.  To me it comes off like people are attached more to JJ’s POTENTIAL as a character rather than HIMSELF as a character, in like a “well, maybe one day they’ll give him his own book/show/whatever” sort of way, which….it’s been five years since SotD.  Hasbro is gearing up to do a reboot and even then, as we’ve talked about many times, they don’t want to put focus on cop characters.  Unless some stuff is getting retconned, I am not holding my breath.      

The reason I call Minh the superior legacy character by comparison is because there actually was time and space dedicated to showing how she stands out as a person and a character beyond her being Trini’s daughter; in fact, her being Trini’s daughter is the least interesting part about her (in no small part because Trini herself was handled very badly by that special.)  What makes her interesting is her personality, her relationship with Zack, how she’s suddenly thrown into the deep end of the PR world by way of great tragedy, and her arc from a vengeful kid to a true hero (the special’s shaky writing of this arc notwithstanding.  But at least I get what they were TRYING to do here.)  JJ did not have anything CLOSE to that.  

Something else about him that’s funny but also frustrating because it’s obviously not intended by the writers, but still happens WAY too often for my liking, is how his existence is honestly a detriment to a lot of women in this franchise kjkfdj he was the catalyst for the old SPD ranking drama, as him being green meant Syd and Z had to stay as pink and yellow (and no, them throwing in some random female OC no one remembers as blue does not make up for it.)  And then….Kat……well…..I think this belongs in a discussion that covers more than just JJ, as in a way how they handled Trini in OaA is a very similar situation, but the fact of the matter is that since JJ’s inclusion in the canon Kat’s existence has boiled down to being his mother rather than a veteran ranger with her own life and work, no matter how many times the show and books TRY to be like “No look!  See!  She’s a super cool badass wife who keeps everyone in line!  She’s off doing her own things, too, we swear!”  my brother in Christ the same 30th anniversary story that tries to show off how cool and independent she is ALSO has a scene where she’s like “it’s okay honey, you take care of the Ranger missions while I stay home with JJ, it’s fine :)”  They’ve made it very clear that JJ is Tommy’s son, Tommy’s legacy, while Kat is his stay-at-home caretaker, WHICH IS FINE FOR A WOMAN TO BE, but not in this narrative, where Kat’s time as a ranger is treated as irrelevant compared to Tommy’s. (A good example is how, in SotD, only Tommy was listed as JJ's emergency contact, with no mention of Kat. I'm almost certain there was an early draft of this book where Tommy did not have a wife.)  How do we have two (2) comic stories where we have married TomKat but Kat doesn’t morph.  And not as a plot point or character bit or something (I think it actually would be very interesting if Kat not having much attachment to her time as a Ranger was actually intentional) but just in a “we don’t feel like involving Kat in her husband’s adventures” situation.  Hello????????  I know that kind of feels off-topic to why JJ sucks but trust me, it’s partly his fault.  And it’s why I’m making such a big deal over the potential mother/daughter Ranger teamup for Kim and Olivia, because the alternate mother of Tommy's alternate kid has gotten such a raw deal.     

And the SPD/Dragon Shield combo is ugly.

[hermeticphoenix]

Tips for Beginners in Occult Magic

Hi everyone! I want to share some tips for those starting out in magic or the occult. These are based on my personal experiences, so take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. Remember, practicing magic isn’t just about wonder and mystery—it also requires self-awareness and maturity.

1. Work on your body, emotions, and mind first.

A lot of beginners dive into magic driven by emotions like curiosity or the desire to gain powers. While that excitement is normal, it can also lead to burnout or even danger. When I started my Hermetic journey, I had to focus on building a strong foundation, like taking care of my body, managing my emotions, and understanding my mind. This meant observing my thoughts, dealing with my triggers, and staying aware of my biases. I also worked on being physically healthier (though I’m not saying you need to exercise every day or become vegetarian!). The point is: if you’re not taking care of yourself, both physically and mentally, it could affect your spiritual life too.

2. Explore the occult in your own culture.

When I started practicing, I focused on Western occultism, even though I’m not from the West. Over time, I realized how important it is to learn about the spiritual and magical traditions of your own culture. For me, this was tricky because a lot of knowledge here is passed down orally or kept within families. But I eventually learned that some local astral beings were influencing my life—for better or worse. This might not apply to everyone, but if your culture has magical practices, it’s worth looking into. Then again, I'm not saying that you should agree with them or practice them.

3. Balance emotion with logic.

It’s easy to get caught up in the emotional side of magic, but it’s important to learn objectively too. You’ll probably come across ideas or beliefs you don’t agree with, but that doesn’t mean they’re useless. Understanding different perspectives can help you grow as a practitioner—even if you don’t adopt those practices yourself.

4. Stay grounded.

It’s great to be passionate about magic, but don’t lose touch with the real world. Some people become so obsessed with the occult that they develop unhealthy habits or mental instability. This can even create unwanted energy forms (phantoms) that drain you over time. Remember, you’re still human. Take care of yourself and stay connected to the world around you.

5. Knowledge doesn’t make you better than others.

Having occult knowledge or abilities doesn’t mean you’re superior or more “enlightened” than anyone else. Unfortunately, I’ve met a few practitioners who became entitled or toxic—basically like spiritual snobs. Don’t fall into that trap. Use your skills wisely and responsibly. Avoid harming others unless absolutely necessary (e.g. protection or defense), and don’t let anyone take advantage of your kindness either.

6. Know what you’re working toward.

Having clear goals can help you stay focused. It’s fine to experiment and explore, but don’t try to master everything at once—it’s a recipe for burnout. Take things one step at a time, and be patient with yourself.

7. Reflect on your practice.

Check in with yourself regularly. Sometimes we get so attached to our practices or beliefs that we forget to question them. Ask yourself: How is this affecting my life? Is it helping me grow? Am I holding onto ideas that no longer serve me? Magic is a journey, and there’s always more to learn.

Practicing magic is a lifelong process—it’s not easy, and it’s not for the faint-hearted. You’ll face challenges, but the rewards are worth it if you stick with it. At the end of the day, the goal is to transform yourself and your life. Take what resonates from these tips, and feel free to leave the rest.

With love,

Phoenix

[scientia-rex]

"You're saying people can't change their lives"

I wrote this as a reply to a reblog of my original post but I don't want to deal with their inevitable pissy backlash--because it's not somebody who follows me, of course it's not, so they won't see this unless I tag them into it and frankly I don't want to deal with their shit. But I did want to express that they were wrong on the Internet.

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii so the idea that there is "nothing you can do to change your life" is not! not! not! what I said or what I'm saying! It's that changing your life to make yourself thinner is not inherently good; changing your life to make yourself healthier absolutely is. Thinner does not equal healthier. Thinner does not equal morally superior.

Eat more vegetables. Move around in ways that don't punish you. Don't do this because thinner is better, but because you want to be able to do things you enjoy and live the life you want to live.

And "you absolutely have the power and ability to lose weight if you want, and keep it off" is not supported by hard data. Go ahead! Dig into my claims, point out where you think I'm misinterpreting data, but find me the data that suggest we can--on a population level, not an exceptional individual level--do that. If the failure rate for a program like Weight Watchers is greater than 95%, that doesn't mean it's impossible for everyone to do, it means it's impossible for most people, and that chunk of the population who can't do it should not feel shame or like they're not good enough.

People really struggle with the idea that there are differential hard limitations to what people can do with their bodies. They look at me and they can see, right off the bat, that I am never going to be a professional basketball player. I just don't have the height. Never have, never will. But there is a sense that if something isn't that obvious and visible, it's not a real limitation. And there are other real limits to what I can do based on my body. I can lift, lift, lift weights all day long, but there's a limit to how much muscle I can put on. A big part of that is genetic. Some of it's hormonal. Some of it's epigenetic. Some of it's nutritional. There are interactions between all of those factors. And a good chunk of it is unknown factors--things we don't currently understand.

But when it comes to weight, suddenly people think there's no limits--there's no reason you can't lose that weight if you just: and it's always "if you just," as if this were simple, as if losing the weight were the point, not living a good life, a healthy life, an enjoyable life.

If you make those changes and lose weight, great! Good for you. But don't pretend the same changes will work for everyone, because they simply won't. A lot of us could eat better and move around more and still be "fat." And it wouldn't be any of your business, but you'd still feel compelled to have an opinion about it, wouldn't you? You'd see us on the street and think, God, look at that. Pity; contempt. Fear that you might one day look like this.

And you might, especially if you're a cisgender woman, because the hormonal shifts that come with menopause alter your metabolism. And that won't make you worth less than you were before. Except in the eyes of people who have a vested interest in keeping you hating yourself, dull, slow, starving, and paying money to the mega-corporations who profit off your self-hatred.

[snnynatural]

NAME lumi

PRONOUNS she/her

MOST ACTIVE MUSES sonny always on both her blogs (this and @snnydcys), second would be kate ( @greatcstarcher ), third is minah considering i am trying to keep her active with her being my very first spn oc and she deserves all da love! ( @antiqsvchotic ), my spn multi is very low ( @thel0re ).

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS i don't even know. i will tell you one thing...i should not have been rping in the beginning stages since i was 13. how does one rp on youtube at that time?? ALL THE QUESTIONS!

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT ooof.... depends on the mood. i would say with angst you will get longer replies from me cause OOOP. with fluff, i cry cause like... it is so nice to have fluffy shit and cry about it. now smut... i have to be comfy with the mun. otherwise i'm more eh.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES always depends on my mood. i prefer medium to long replies because it gives me something to work with. now when it comes to starters? i always start with one liners because i can never think of anything with my dumb dumb brain.

PET PEEVES oh boy.. prepare for a rant! god modding. don't do it, please just don't. superiority. i'm sorry, but we are all here to write our silly little muses. especially with canon characters.. yes, there will be many same characters but each one should be treated with love. no one is better than the other. allow people to write freely. don't make each other feel like you can't be on this hellsite or force them out. it genuinely stresses me out whenever i see it. ship hating. just because you are not a fan of the ship doesn't mean you're allowed to make others feel bad about it. let people ship who they want to ship and let them write their little characters. (unless it's any form of incest or stepcest then i will nope out of this conversation). spamming. i've been in a scenario where i was pressured to respond fast, being spammed every single second, and it was non stop to the point i didn't want to write. allow people to breathe and to get to you on their own time. whitewashing. as a poc, please don't do it. if you are unsure, never be afraid to ask! but don't belittle someone for reaching out to you to tell you that it is whitewashing. as long as both parties are being respectful. if someone is whitewashing, do not attack immediately. just give a little nudge and let them know. ignoring female muses. as writer of only female muses, it gets disheartening. especially when the female muse is oc and poc. love your female muses like you love your male muses. they deserve recognition. fc collecting/muse collecting. my friends have fallen victim to this and watching them feel crushed?? not okay with me. no one is a collection. everyone deserves to have fun. not having a conversation. with this hellsite, it's hard to tell certain tones. it's childish to not have a conversation. as much as it's scary, have it. you never know how freeing it could be. --- i can go on and on but we don't have all day

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE honestly? i think in a way. we both tend to spread ourselves too thin and give our all to everyone. if we're also adding canon sonny, same applies along with being treated poorly while also expecting things to be done for everyone. even when we're tired or in the worst possible mood, we still try to help in any way we can. idk other similarities, but sonny is def my comfort character and i can see some of myself in her.

TIME TO WRITE currently, it's been hard with how my mental health is going. when i write, it's usually because i'm in the mood. i do not force myself to write if i genuinely can't. so i write when i want and not when i don't want.

tagged by @kindofuneven <3

tagging youuuuuuuu

[the-cryptographer]

I'm maybe 1/3rd of the way through Mass Effect and I guess I'm being normal about it because I'm not emotionally hyped to rip it apart even though it's not very good.

The combat is clunky, but I have a soft spot for third person shooters (though I guess technically this game switches between third and first person shooting). I started out as Vanguard, but then restarted the game as Infiltrator after deciding that fit my style better and absolutely zero regrets on that choice. It's all about pistols and sniper rifles and not having to rely on your companions for decryption and electronics.

The writing could be better, but the characters are likeable enough and the plot serviceable enough and the worldbuilding bad enough I'm not encouraged to take any of it too seriously. Idk, I just can't take any of these fake alien species and their fake politics seriously. Like, the Asari, c'mon? The weird incel breeding obsession they're exploring with the Krogan? Hanar and Elcor being funny speak foreigners? Quarians clearly spoofing China's old one child policy that we were all obsessed with in the aughts? Just the way that male is the default gender for all these aliens unless it's fuckable? Idk, I know that alien species in media are going to be reflections of humanity but... you could have reflected something less transparent than gender existentialism and orientalism, lmao. It's just so fourth wall breaking, it's funny instead of offensive. At least in my opinion.

My favourite part of the game so far is RPing military personnel tbh. I don't feel this fits well with the morality system, but I am absolutely loving playing sole survivor PTSD compassion fatigued Shep - trying her best to be professional and give a good face to humanity and the Alliance. Never failing to be polite to her superiors, but acting out violence and aggression on 'acceptable' targets. Strutting through a world of civilians who have to follow rules that she doesn't, walking into situations and making snap decisions about who are the sheep and who are the wolves - who she is or isn't justified in using force and threats to control. Idk, it's fucking great.

Yeah, but the morality system so far my worst gripe. I think in general the Lawful Good Paragon vs Chaotic Evil Renegade axis is really not in line with the story being told - friend of mine said really the conflict probably more in line with Lawful Evil vs Chaotic Good if you're going to reduce things to this single axis in the first place. And personally I think we need a separate axis for Shep's attitude towards alien races apart from any hastily adapted dnd & star wars morality systems. Ubb- But all of that aside I really don't like having my dialogue choices restricted. I don't mind a pass-fail mechanic where my attempt at intimidation doesn't work if I'm not practiced enough in it, but I feel I should at least be able to say what I want in the situation I want. So yeah, I took advantage of the bug at Noveria to max both scales bc fuck this.

Also annoying DA2 style dialogue wheel where I press an option and watch my character say something wildly different than I would have guessed based on the text I clicked. Doi!

Ashley and Garrus are my current favourites. I appreciate Ash's clear lower class POC military brat background and the way it's influenced her prejudices. (Idk, another thing I like about this game was the super HR approach to dealing with this shit. Like... yeah, rather than 'fixing' everyone involved into having the proper unbiased opinions on these issues, you sort of have to accept that everyone involved has their baggage and convince them its in their best interest to set that aside so we can work together effectively anyhow.) And I appreciate Garrus being a raging hypocrite. Brought him to Noveria and watched him complain about companies moving there to avoid legal and political oversight, like- Bitch. Isn't that what you did when you quit being a cop and decided to stowaway on my ship? So you could shoot people without having to file paperwork about it 🤔