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[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

NEW POKÉMON SELF SHIPPER HI.

- Husband of Grusha, Rika, and Piers

Hi hi!!! I ship w Guzma and Ingo currently! Thinking about Cyrus, too, maybe...

[ilygetou]

heyy love ! can I request a villain izuku ! x female reader ! I would like to see reader being a spoiled “ daddy’s gurl “ n’ izuku is sent on a mission to kidnapp her n’ make her dad pay off the debt to him 👙 the drabble is nsfw of course ! also kinks can be : degrading, dumfriction, pet play n’ a bit of body worship ! ( you can write this request only if you’re comfortable with it / have motivation for it ! )

DEBT COLLECTOR, IZUKU MIDORIYA.

Oh no! your father forgot to pay back some debt! :( & that resulted in having an infamous villain; izuku midoriya more known as “deku” to come and kidnap you and force you to stay at his hideout until your father pays back his debt. But! your father seems to be hiding somewhere to avoid paying back his debt, oh well! izuku has no choice but to send your father a little video tape that may convince him to come out and pay back his missing debt! <3

CW. dubcon, kidnapping, pet play, usage of pet names, orgasm denial, edging, kinda bimbo! reader, degrading (he’s v mean), overstimulation, face fucking (sorta?), non con recording, blackmailing, size kink, finger sucking, cum swallowing, facial, doggystyle, choking, hair pulling, pussy slapping (1), dacryphilia, dumbification, spitting, & creampie.

note. this took way too long i’m so sorry😭 i put my whole pussy into this, it’s like 4,500 words</3

Getting sent into a mission to kidnap an innocent girl because of her father forgetting to pay back some debt? the villain could almost feel bad, poor you getting dragged into this huge mess just because of your careless father.

but izuku isn’t the type of person who would turn down a huge sum of money. At first, he didn’t want to do this mission but the person who assigned him the mission promised him a huge amount of money if he did the job correctly. And now that money was involved, he couldn’t say no, he could never say no to money.

izuku is pretty confident about his strength & skills so kidnapping you should be a piece of cake. His plan went on like this; 1. kidnap you 2. threaten your father by using you as a hostage 3. your father paying up the money he forgot to pay back 4. releasing you. 5. getting his paycheck.

pretty nice, easy plan if you ask izuku.

you were currently out, on your way back home. Izuku was hiding inside his van behind a huge sign covering his vehicle, you had a grin plastered on your face, lips plum n’ glossy as you were chewing a bubble gum, your shirt too tight and small — your breasts particularly spilling out the skimpy top, your skirt was short if you just try to bend over izuku is pretty sure anyone behind you would get a perfect view of your ass.

well this should be interesting for izuku. He thought he’d be dealing with a decent looking girl, not too pretty and not ugly either but probably wouldn’t pique the villains interest. but by the looks of it he will be dealing with a slutty one, a very gorgeous one if he may add.

izuku hopped off his van, watching from a distance how you made your way into a quieter area that was not so full with people, this would make the job easier for izuku.

izuku approached you, hands in his pockets with a fake-smile on his face. “hello, y/n if i may assume?” the green haired villain uttered in a sweet, soft voice. you immediately looked up at him with a small smile, “yes? do i know you?” izuku chuckled as he removed a hair strand from your face, “i’m one of your fathers good friends, been friends with your old man for a long time” izuku came with a half assed lie that you immediately believed.

you snorted out a laugh, “my father? you know him? but you look young to be friends with my father” izuku patted your head before bending down and whispering something in your ear, “let’s go talk in a more private area, yeah?” you squint your eyes in suspicion before nodding your head, the freckles covering the guy's face and his sweet smile along with his soft voice made you trust him so easily.

izuku smirked as you continued following behind him, the dumb smile you had on your face as you hummed a song not knowing what was about to happen to you as you kept following izuku to where he had his vehicle parked.

izuku stopped in his tracks, you raised a brow in confusion before eyeing the big white van in front of you — “is this your..what should I call it? erm.. car?” you snorted, a small laugh escaping you. You were obviously making fun of him, mocking him even. Izuku clicked his tongue, do you really think an infamous villain like him would be driving an old vehicle like this? Izuku let out a sigh before his fake smile returned back, “yes, it’s kinda in a bad shape though, got into so many accidents.”

you didn’t respond to midoriya and gave him your back as you started inspecting the vehicle, it was white & dirty, it also looked old. It’s definitely not something you’d never step your foot in. While you were taking your sweet time, midoriya took out a piece of cloth and without making any noises — he slowly creeped up from behind and placed it on your mouth.

Your eyes widened in shock, you tried to struggle but izuku was much bigger and stronger than you. You kept trying to get out of his grasp before you slowly began losing consciousness. “well, that wasn’t so hard,” midoriya chuckled to himself.

You started regaining consciousness, your vision was a bit blurry, you saw a muscular figure approaching you and your eyes immediately widened. You immediately got reminded of everything that happened a few hours ago, you tried moving but found yourself unable to, your hands were chained against the wall but your legs were free, you tried speaking up only for your voice to be muffled from the duct tape covering your mouth.

“oh? you’re already up? took you long enough” the figure in front of you spoke and you immediately recognized it as the sweet man from earlier. Who also claimed to be one of “your father’s good friends.” You had a semi-confused look on your face, making midoriya look you up and down before slowly bending down to reach your face, “listen here sweetheart, your father forgot to pay back some debit that he was supposed to pay a long time ago but because of someone (you) your father had some hard timing paying it all back” izuku paused for a moment, scanning the look on your face.

“And, until your father pays all the money back, you’ll be held back here, don’t worry nothing will happen to you at least i haven’t been assigned to do anything to you, yet” your eyes were filled with terror, you had so much stuff to say but that stupid tape wasn’t giving you a chance to do so.

For the past two hours, you’ve been trying to break free from the chains — izuku was watching you from a distance do so, your breasts bouncing everytime you moved which made this worthwhile of midoriya’s time.

“careful there, if you move again you may accidentally flash me your tits” you felt your face heat up in embarrassment, your eyes slightly twitching in annoyance. Izuku’s attention went from you to his buzzing phone, he took out his phone and answered the call without looking at the caller id.

“yeah she’s here” “no, she won’t be going anywhere i chained her up” “mhm, i’ll see what i can do” “yeah, i’ll give you updates” “oh? anything? alright then.” you seemed to be confused by the villain’s nonchalantly responses, he then soon ended the call and his attention was all fixed on you.

“that was my ‘boss’, he called for updates on the situation... nevermind that though, he said i can do anything i want with you since your father seems to be hiding somewhere to escape paying back his debt, too bad for you.” your eyes widened in shock, your father was not in debt. you were sure of that.

your father was a nice, sweet, gentleman that everyone liked and trusted. He never loaned money from anyone, at least that’s what you thought. Your father spoiled you with expensive stuff all the time, bags, make-up, clothes, and a new car every year.

It was so obvious that your father loved you so, so much. So, why is he not telling the cops about this? Is he not concerned about you or your safety? You’ve been gone for almost half of the day.

Izuku has snapped you out of your thoughts when he suddenly removed the duct tape from your mouth, you started panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.

Once you did, you looked at izuku with narrowed eyes, “my father is not in debt! you’re lying!” izuku simply let out a scoff and rolled his eyes, “you don’t have to believe me, but we have to make a small video for your father, could you help me with that?” the villain took out a camera and shaked it around, you cocked your head in confusion.

“what kind of video?” and the villain smirked, “oh, you’ll see soon enough, just have to take those chains off, and don’t try running away, boss said i could hurt you if you misbehaved and you don’t want that, right?”

your brows furrowed before you hesitantly nodded your head, once midoriya took off your chains – you let out a sigh of relief, your arms were sore from being in the same position for so long. “What are we going – oh yeah! sir, you haven’t told me your name?” The green haired villain found it unusual that you’re talking to him with such a calm tone, as if you aren’t being held captive right now.

“My name isn’t that important” he replied, you frowned at his nonchalant reply, “but what am i supposed to call you? mr.green hair?” you whined, izuku bit his lips hard, trying to hold himself not to cuss at you right now. “It’s izuku” he finally said, “izuku? Oh! Are you that bad guy who goes by the name deku?” midoriya has no time to answer your questions, he ignores you – he has more important things to do, for example recording that stupid video for your father.

As izuku was setting up the camera and the stuff he needed to record the video you were bombarding him with questions, he couldn't believe that despite the situation you’re in you still remained calm — not only that but you also knew who he was. Usually once someone hears his name they would tremble in fear, some might even fall on their knees as they shake in fear.

You probably didn’t know about his heinous crimes, he wasn’t surprised – you don’t look like someone who would be interested in what’s happening around the world.

Once midoriya got everything done, he clicked his tongue, he turned to you only to find you already inspecting the stuff on the table he let out an annoyed sigh “i need you to sit on that chair” he pointed towards a metal chair that looked uncomfortable to sit on. The villain’s gaze was serious & you were pretty sure he was getting tired of you & your questions. Which was true, izuku wanted this to end quickly.

Once you were seated on the chair, izuku came up from behind you & held both of your wrists together & then tied them behind the chair. You slowly started to panic when he brought out a blindfold & placed it on your eyes — “what’re you doing..?” izuku could hear a hint of fear in your voice which made him smirk.

“don’t worry, i won’t hurt you,” he raised your chin to make you look at him even though you can’t actually see him because of the blindfold but you can sense him standing in front of you.

You heard the sound of the camera turning on, “it’s recording” the guy standing in front of you muttered, your breath hitched – nervous about what type of video you two were about to record.

“open up” you hesitantly opened your mouth, your figure shaking a bit for what’s awaiting you. Izuku places two of his long, slender fingers on your tongue. “Now suck on ’em” & you obey by wrapping your lips around his fingers, sucking on them like you’re sucking on lollipops.

This goes on for a quite a while—until the villain finally decides to take out his fingers which were now drenched with your saliva. He smeared your saliva on his clothes, in an attempt to remove the essence from his fingers. Without any further warning or instructions from the green-haired man, you were suddenly pulled into a kiss, a messy one.

You were taken aback from his sudden actions, his tongue was in your mouth, he was exploring every part of your mouth with his tongue until salvia started dripping down from both of your chins. That’s when he decided to pull out of the kiss. You were trying to catch your breath when you suddenly heard the sound of a belt being undone and getting thrown onto the floor—creating a loud thud that startled you.

Izuku had his cock out, it was slightly curving upwards with veins running along the underside, his slit dripping with pre-cum from you sucking on his fingers earlier, he held it with one hand—his other hand going to grab a pair of...cat ears? “here, ’m gonna have you wear those,” he places the cat ears on top of your head, positioning it to fit your head perfectly.

Izuku starts slowly stroking his dick, rubbing the tip with his big thumbs before going to grab another thing from on top of the table. A collar and a leash.

He tied the leash to the collar before he wrapped the collar around your neck, you were confused. You couldn’t see anything because of the blindfold blocking your vision so you didn’t know what izuku was up to.

Once the villain saw you with the leash & cat ears on, he immediately smirked & turned towards the camera “Now Mr. L/n, how do you like your daughter being treated like a damn animal?” you were even more confused, animal? huh? You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts when you felt yourself being pulled—izuku pulled you by the leash & forced your face down to get closer to his throbbing cock.

Izuku has a massive grin on his face as he places the tip of his dick on your lips and starts smearing his pre-cum all over your lips before telling you to open up again. At first you were scared to listen until izuku repeated himself once more but this time, his voice came out raspy and aggressive making you obey him immediately.

Izuku shoved his cock into your mouth as soon as you gave him access to it, you felt the air getting knocked out of you. He was big & thick, your mouth was so full with his dick, midoriya suddenly thrust his hips, “suck” he orders & you start by sucking on his mushroom tip, giving his tip the attention it deserves.

You weren’t aware that the camera was now zoomed on you capturing how the infamous villain’s cock was fully stuffed in your mouth, izuku held the camera with both hands, zooming on your face—the blindfold covering your beautiful eyes, but your tears stains were visible on the black blindfold—he zoomed on your mouth, leaving some space to show how his cock was all the way in your little mouth, your lip gloss smudged all over your face as you struggled to take izuku’s cock fully.

You stretched your tongue to caress the underside of izuku’s dick, another futile attempt to try and take him full, you began hollowing your cheeks & bobbing your head up & down his cock. Salvia kept dripping from the side of your chin as you tried to satisfy the villain. Izuku groaned, a heavy sigh leaving him from his sensitive tip being engulfed by your warm throat.

Izuku holds the camera with one hand, his other hand now resting on his hair as he bites his lips so hard to hold back any sound from slipping—he only lets out a curse before cumming down your throat.

“Ah, what a slut, now why don’t you swallow & show the camera?” he focuses the camera on your face, waiting for you to swallow his warm fluids. You nervously gulped down his semen. “Open wide,” and you obliged, your mouth was wide open with your tongue slightly out to show deku that you listened & swallowed all his cum.

Izuku placed the camera back on the table, he went back behind you and untied the ropes that held your wrists together—the blindfold still on though. “get on all fours” he orders, you really didn’t comprehend what deku said, you were still trying to catch your breath. Izuku kissed his teeth, showing hints of annoyance. “I don’t like repeating myself,” izuku rolled his eyes before pulling you by the leash again, making you let out a yelp—he was pulling so hard you were basically choking.

You coughed a few times before doing as you were told, you got on all fours, slightly arching your back in a way that had your ass all out, your skirt rose up to your back—flashing the villain your white panties that hugged your pussy lips so well. Izuku smirked, bringing the camera and moving it closer to your ass, he brought two fingers, the same ones you sucked on—and started massaging your cunt from above your panties, moving his fingers at a slow, teasing pace.

As izuku continued doing so, he noticed a wet patch forming on your underwear. He pulled down the fabric, your glistening pussy all exposed for him now. You shivered once you felt his fingers running through your folds, “d-don’t” izuku scoffed, why were you giving izuku orders? Do you know who you’re speaking to right now? Without any reply or further movements from izuku you thought he listened & decided to stop. Only for you to suddenly gasp and wince in pain once you felt a harsh slap land on your pussy, causing your body to wobble and for you to let out a sob.

“don’t ever try telling me what to & what not to do, nor try defying my orders, do you even understand who’s standing in front of you right now?” you quickly nodded your head, low sobs leaving as you continually nodded your head—izuku let out a frustrated sigh, if only you weren’t this arrogant & just stayed quietly and did as izuku told you. That would’ve made the job way easier for the villain.

Izuku slowly started stroking his dick, his other free hands roaming and touching your ass, his fingers getting in between your folds n’ spreading them, revealing your tight hole to him. He fastened his movements, he quickly gripped your hair—forcing you to face him, your face so close to his twitching cock before ropes of his thick cum completely covered your face. You tensed up at the new feeling, his cum so hot it slightly burns your face, the blindfold also getting stained.

Izuku made sure to capture that on video, a wide grin spread across his face. “you look better like this” izuku pushed you down, pressing your upper body to the floor while your ass was high up in the air, two of his fingers were teasing your little cunt—you whined in frustration.

Having the blindfold blocking your view, a collar around your neck that was kinda small you felt like it was slowly choking you, and having izuku tease you in any way he wanted was all too frustrating, you couldn’t take it.

Izuku pushed two fingers, your walls immediately clamping and fluttering around his fingers, izuku chuckled—were you enjoying this? “c’mon kitten, are you serious?” he said in a teasing tone that had you filled up with embarrassment, “i’m not! What are y-you sa—!” izuku started thrusting his fingers in n’ out of your gooey cunt, cutting you off.

He moved the camera to the view of his skilled fingers going in n’ out of your pussy, capturing how slick kept dripping and coating his fingers and the way his fingers kept thrusting at a rapid speed that had your body start to slightly shake.

You tried your hardest to hold in your moans, to prove that you’re not enjoying this, that you didn’t like it at all. But your body failed you, coherent moans falling from your mouth with every thrust of his fingers, making izuku snicker.

Your moans turned into whimpers when izuku withdrew his fingers from your pussy, you were so close to your release—you let out a sob and a whimper of the villain’s name.

Not giving you any mind, izuku rubbed the tip against your clit, he kept repeating the same motion until your clit became all swollen n’ puffy—izuku slowly aligned his cock with your entrance, with a rough thrust of his hips, he was already fully inside you.

“n-no..can’t take it! please pull out!” you plead, izuku was stretching you wide open with his sheer size, tears started forming on the corner of your eyes, your mouth hang ajar, “big…i can’t” you kept babbling and all could izuku do was smirk, your pleadings and babbling only boosted his ego—giving you an experimental thrust just for you to let out a sob.

After a while of slow, sloppy thrusts you slightly got used to his size. Low, muffled whimpers leaving you with every thrust.

His dick was massaging your insides, with every slam of izuku’s hips, lewd sounds fell from your mouth, izuku picked up his pace, placing one of his hands on your hips to pull you closer—his other hand busy holding the camera.

He pounded into you from behind low grunts & moans leaving him, his dick hitting your sweet spot with every rough thrust of his hips—your walls clamping & fluttering around his cock. “Ah—shit, knew you liked that—fucking slut” he grunts, his pace remaining steady and rough.

“what’d you think your father will do once he watches this video?” his hands traveling to play with your clit, your breath hitched, your tongue lolled out—unable to answer the villain’s question. “Well, it’s not like i care about what he’ll do—it’s not my problem.”

Your blindfold got loose completely falling off, you were met with the wall in front of you. Your vision getting blurry from the tears that were about to form. You couldn’t see what kind of face or expression izuku has as he was fucking you from behind. You could only hear his low groans and moans.

Izuku pulled your hair, you threw your head backwards as you met izuku’s gaze, he placed his hands on your chin and forced open your mouth. Staring from above you was a mischievous looking izuku, you were lost in thought, your eyes glued to the green haired man’s eyes while your mind was all fuzzy from the feeling of izuku’s cock messing your insides.

Suddenly, you felt a glob of warm spit surfing on your tongue. And that’s when it hit you, izuku spat on your tongue, your eyes widened—as if you were just brought back to reality. “Come on, swallow” he grunts, impatient. And the way he stared at you with daunting eyes sent a shiver down your spine, his grip on you was strong, his eyes settled on your face and you hesitantly swallowed down his spit, your face scrunched up in disgust. Izuku grinned before resuming to his brutal pace, knocking the air out of you.

His tip kept hitting your cervix, earning filthy, lewd sounds from you. Your face was all messed up, your makeup melted, your cheeks were stained with tears from earlier, and your mouth hung open—drool dripping with every thrust of his hips. You couldn’t take it—you really couldn’t, his cock kept hitting your deepest spots which made you lose your mind, your body went limp, as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Izuku was getting closer too, the way his cock twitched inside you every time your walls hugged his dick was getting him closer and closer. Izuku pulled your lesh, a choked moan left you—whining as he kept pulling it until you could barely breathe. His cock pulsates by the warmth of your little cunt. “Ah fuck, i know i said i wanted this to end quickly but holy shit kitten, didn’t know you would feel this good.”

Your cat ears that were placed on your head slightly falling off with every jolt of the villain’s hips. He threw his head back, his dick spasmed before filling up your pussy with white globs of cum. Izuku paused for a moment to catch his breath, Afterwards izuku turned off the camera and placed it anywhere besides him. He then pulled your head backwards to inspect your expression.

You had the same fucked out expression as earlier, the only difference was that you were trying to catch your breath as well—small puffs leaving you, your face was hot but, you still didn’t reach orgasm. Which left you unsatisfied.

Your body was already overstimulated and you knew that you couldn’t take any more but the aching feeling between your legs and the knot in your stomach made you crave for more. “i-izuku…i need more, please! still didn’t cum yet..” you whisper, hoping the villain heard you.

Izuku laughed, instead of getting a “alright” you received a laugh fit from the villain. “Did i fuck you too dumb that you forgot who you’re talking to?” izuku pulled you off his cock, his cum leaking from your small hole and staining the floor beneath you, “did you forget that you’re kidnapped? And is used as a hostage? I’m doing this for the money, I have no obligations to fulfill your needs.” he threw at you, and you felt your eyes swell up with tears.

You were not used to this kind of treatment. No, you were used to getting everything you want and need, no one has ever said the word “no” to you, so hearing it—no, hearing it in a rather aggressive manner made you cry, your cheeks already stained with tears.

Izuku clicked his tongue, he tried to ignore your cries and tug his cock into his pants but your crying and whining made his cock twitch back into life. A loud annoyed sigh left him, “if you want to cum this badly, then you could suck me off while also playing with your little pussy, how does that sound?”

You went quiet for a moment, it still doesn’t sound so fulfilling, since you’re still going to work for your orgasm yourself. But maybe having the villain’s cock in your mouth would make you finish faster?

While you took your sweet time thinking, izuku was going through your sex tape with him. And suddenly, his phone buzzed, a text message notification from his ‘boss’—the guy who assigned him this mission. Izuku read it and his eyes twitched, his expression falling into a not so pleasant one.

Before you could give izuku your answer he spoke up; “seems like your father has already paid up, so this thing–” he waved the camera that had a view of your back getting blowed by him before speaking up again; “this things is useless now, really wanted to sent it to your dad though” he grumbles, in disappointment.

“At least my mission is now done, you could go back to being ‘daddy’s spoiled brat’” you pouted, eyebrows knitted together, “But what about—” izuku caught you off, “Yeah I know, you think i’m about to get blue balled as well?” he shrugs before pulling down his pants.

[robobarbie]

Hello hellooooooo! We recently had a banner contest in the discord server, and I wanted to show y'all the awesome entries that didn't win. They're all really cool in their own ways, so I wanted to give them each a lil moment.

(by @/jestie)

Love the focus on xyx!! He reminds me almost of what I'd think teenage him would look like. Very chill, sporty, and out with friends on a beautiful spring day. The linework in this feels really soft as well -- especially on those hat details. AND THERE'S CAT!! CAT!!!

All other submissions under the cut!

(by @/hunddenseje)

I like the details in the flowers a lot for this one. The way people draw roses and how they choose those inner patterns is always neat. And the little plants and mushrooms on his shoulders are fun!! They go well with that striped shirt pattern!!!

(by @/stintsy)

The way this artist circled the boys with that pink rosy pattern will stick in my brain for a while. It's v pretty, and it's like they opened a bush and found us in there for some reason. "Hello! Happy Spring!" Thanks boys please close it back up!!! It's my cry hour in the bush!!!!

(by @/emmascient)

This person's artstyle is so unique and full of life. The little spots of light coming through the trees just adds to whole thing, too. And I really like seeing fanart of owl with textured hair!!! Also check out xyx's fucking biceps holy fucking sh-

(by @/.mewo.)

Just a bunch of bros on their lunch break bayBEEEEEEEEEE!!! I like the detail of toast's coat tied around their waist and the fucking anti-societyboy shirt quest is wearing LMFAO. Also cat is ADORABLE in this. God. More cat art. Always need more cat art!!

(by @/c1nnadoll)

Every time nightowl is drawn in a croptop, two months is added to my life. I just know it's true. God bless that cute ass flower crown and the perfect little peace sign. Man looks so stable and happy. I hope he had a nice day after this picture!!!

(by @/fluffydeer21)

Toast and Quest look so content and cute with their flowers. And there's another neat rose with a lil interior pattern! Held, of course, by this artist's fave LI. Xyx looks pretty good with gold jewelry, I cannot lie. I have no idea why I made them green in game. LMFAO

(by @/noneivly)

I like how this feels like a painting. Like those brush strokes and even the palette choice just look like something you'd see hung on a wall? It's really cool. Also the little detail of the chibi picnic boys in the background makes me giggle. Small!!!!! So fucking small!!!

(by @/kiki_221)

The energy in this is excellent. You can almost hear them laughing together at Toast's expense (deserved I'm sure). I'd like to imagine they're all relaxing at a park after a big lunch. I hope they got to discuss all the good things that happened to them this week.

(by @/01noxxie10)

Another excellent chillin in the grass pic! Purple actually looks really good on Quest. I don't think I've ever drawn him in that color before? So this image made me think about that a LOT. Also look at fuckin chill ass xyx. Calm beautiful motherfucker. Fuck you!!! Fuck you!!!

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There's two more images, but those are the discord banner winner and the one I chose for my twitter! If you want to see those excellent drawings, check out my twitter here or join the discord server here!

Thank you everyone for all the submissions! I treasure them deeply!!

[storytellering]

Do you think DMC has a incestuous subtext? I am kind of new to the franchise (and also the fandom... Which isn't really respectful that I can see) and I want to know if I am not the only one who thinks that it's pretty obvious why the ships between DVN have many believers.

First of all, welcome to DMC, anon! And OH BOY, you'll definitely find that that's the majority opinion, at least within the Spardacest circles - honestly, most "normie" circles too. Every grass-touching, non-internet poisoned dudebro I've ever met and talked dmc with has made one or two incest jokes at me about it, definitely noting how the rivalry between the twins is very charged - the only people I've found who flat out deny it are the antis. To go more in depth about the actual subtext there - well, one should start with the roots of dmc in dmc1, right? DMC1 is definitely a gothic game - it's everywhere in the aesthetics, the inspirations, the imagery and the environment, and what is gothic horror without the incest? The initial incest in Kamiya's dmc, before Itsuno stepped in, was definitely obvious in Dante and Trish (who I'm pretty sure according to kamiya at least were supposed to be endgame) - and like, c'mon. You can say all you want that she only looks like his mom, she isn't actually Eva, she doesn't even have her personality... but from a moral perspective, that's still weird as fuck if we're going by real life standards, right? You wouldn't fuck a clone of your mom without it being at least a little bit incestuous.

Then Itsuno stepped in from 3 on, and the incestuous undertones became more focused on the immediate Sparda family - the twins, and eventually, Nero.

...Do I need to even explain it? Sure, in 3 the twins bicker and banter like real brothers, but there's definitely a suggestive edge to it - so many quips between them that really cannot be explained by "oh haha brotherly banter" without it getting at least a little bit weird. Not to mention all the "impalement as penetration" comparisons that can be drawn, and I'll leave a nice little video that goes deeper into a lot of that (as well as the gothic inspirations in the dmc franchise) so you can hear it from the mouth of someone far more eloquent than me.

And then in 4... I mean, if the amount of people who almost ubiquitously shipped Dante and Nero as soon as 4 dropped and continued doing so until 5 officially confirmed their relation (which, to be fair, Nero being Dante's nephew had actually been hinted at all along, but exactly because of so many people shipping them and not wanting it to be incestuous/the dudebros not liking Nero very much when 4 was new, pretty much everyone in the english speaking side of the fandom had been in denial about it until 5 spelled it out in big, bold letters) is kind of the test, no? That the tension and chemistry is so obvious the moment the incest element is hidden or unclear, everyone is suddenly in agreement about it. I could go on and on and on about Nero's obvious puppy crush/hero worship on Dante, Dante's immediate fondness of Nero, how if you read the 4 novels it's even more blatant and in your face... but all I'm gonna say is that that initial fight scene was softcore porn and no one can convince me otherwise, lmao. Listen, I'm just saying that if the intention wasn't to be suggestive, having Nero wrap his legs around Dante to pull him closer, bite his gun, and then straddle him like that was a very poor choice. Honorable mention for the reboot, whose devs were VERY aware of the tension between the Spardas in the og franchise, called it out by saying their game wasn't gonna do "all that gay shit" (obviously in the early 2010s the issue wasn't the incest, but it being GAY incest 🙄) and then accidentally made their version of the twins SO very....... whatever the hell is going on with the reboot twins. Not not-incestuous and definitely not straight, I'll tell you that.

And then 5, again. Do I need to explain it? Nero and V are, once again, a perfect textbook example of "couple that had so much natural chemistry everyone was flocking to it before it was revealed to be incest", plus the way everything about Dante's story, at the end, now that he's a weathered old man, is made to revolve around Vergil... yes, Dante is a depressed old alcoholic because he pushed everyone away, because of the laundry list of issues he ended up with because of everything that happened in his life, BUT Vergil was always front and center within it, even when he wasn't there. That Dante's story quite literally begins and ends with Vergil... well. I dunno about you, that just doesn't feel like your regular siblings dynamic. Also another honorable mention: "I'll make you submit" is a totally normal thing to say to your estranged father. Not weird at all with absolutely zero implications. OH, not to mention, even if we stay purely within canon and don't even look deeper at any implications or subtext... the literal only canon couple is incestuous, too. Let's not forget Kyrie and Nero are adopted siblings, Nero was raised as her brother, and the game itself calls it out in the character descritption (in 4's character bios it says Kyrie is at once Nero's "lover and family") + it's quite literally spelled out in the novels (having Nero think that "well, while it's true that he's been raised with Kyrie as siblings, he would've liked her even if they weren't family"). There's SO much more I could still go into, I have quite literally spent the past 3 years replaying the games over and over and overthinking/hyperanalizing every single frame, rereading the novels and the mangas to the point I could cite them by memory, and it's just... I dunno. I saw someone else say this somewhere, but if you're into DMC and grossed out by incest... this might not be the franchise for you.

[purple-star-eyes]

QnA with Viv, Erika and Amir (Wednesday, 31st January 2024)

(1 day before the Season 1 finale)

Who would be the better dad?

>Lucifer cuz his heart is in the right place.

Alastor wanted to get under Luci's skin, which is where the Dad rivalry came from.

Alastor is canonically aro/ace.

Said in a livestream by his voiceactor Amir Talai but Viv didn't deny it.

"It didn't come up in the show yet obviously."

Amir Talai owns an "Oh deer" cup a fan made for him

Concerning Fantheories: A lot of people have gotten a lot of things right.

Viv tries to avoid it, but she's excited to see how exact people get it. Apparently quite a few have figured it out to the T.

When Viv first made the characters she changed a lot of stories around, case and point Vaggie's story changed.

Viv laughed when she saw the HB theory that Wally Wackford is a secret form of Mammon.

>clearly false, fun but not true according to Viv, debunked in real time

Viv's brother works at A24 and loves trolling fans with theories like "Charlie dies in ep.4" (false obviously)

Amir said Alastor has a tail. Viv doesnt confirm or deny it.

Viv: "The tail is not relevant."

-> Might be answered later, since he'd have to be without the coat

Erika likes that Charlie has actual realists around her keeping her grounded.

(Like Angel in ep.4)

Charlie's view is very simplistic on redemption.

The point of the show is to explore that the grey area and redemption are very complicated

(Charlie's arc)

Mimzie is a relieable narator when it comes to Alastor.

But his backstory will come up in future episodes.

There *HAS TO BE* someone that scares Alastor according to Amir.

"We haven't even scratched the surface with Alastor." According to Viv.

Why does Alastor keep Nifty around?

-> Will be explored in the next episodes.

He is very fond of her.

They can connect due to "they both dont care about anything"

How tall is Lucifer-> 5'2 (as per the definitiom of shortking) and Charlie is a foot taller than him. (The hat adds a lot)

The hat is a concious choice of Luci to make up for his height.

"He's not concerned with fashion. Just his height."

The other sins are very big, Viv loves that Luci is the tiniest one of the sins.

Charlie is 6ft

Valentino is 10ft

Angel is 8ft

Alastor is around Charlie's height

Erika's favourite V is Vox due to his voice. She might never love Valentino (he makes her mad).

Amir refused to comment who his favourite V is.

Is there more to the beef between Alastor and Vox?

-> they hate each other, Vox is jealous

Alastor enjoys Vox like a rug (Vox exists and he can walk all over him.)

Pretty simple and nice dynamic but nothing else.

Alastor thinks Vox is "inconsequencial".

Viv thinks Alastor is Chaotic Neutral.

(Tho she's not too familiar with the categories)

Amir says it's hard to say without giving anything away, regarding what his alignment is.

It was hard to record in 2021 due to having to record sessions and duets alone in the booths, according to Amir.

Erika felt a lot of pressure during the first 2 Episodes, because she knows how long people waited for it.

Brandon will help write Eps in Helluva Boss, but works a mile a minute so he will come in and go "Oh I remember this one" :)

Someone dies in Hazbin.

"You can sleep tonight if you think it's Angel Dust"

Both said by Vivzie. So she basically confirmed that Angel will (probably) NOT die.

She did say it was "going to be obvious" who it would be.

Season 2 is in production.

[edward-munson]

"Here's your treat, Sailor" - Steve Harrington x f! Reader

Summary: It's Halloween and you're celebrating your birthday. You throw a small party at your house, but end up locked in your closet with Steve. Give him a treat, he's upset, yeah?

Warnings: A little fluff, a little smut. Oral sex, cursing. 18+ DNI

Word count: 2.6k (just a quick story)

Being born close to Halloween means it was always most likely you would throw a themed birthday party. Two days before the actual date, you were celebrating at a bar with your closest friends, always excited to gather all of them and your other friends. 

Hours before the party, you were getting help from Robin and Eddie with the decoration, while Steve and Dustin - your not-so-baby-brother - were cleaning the house. 

Jonathan and Nancy were in charge of the rest; food, crockery, cups and stuff like that. A faint rock music was playing on a boombox as you were all busy with the arrangement. 

You were pretty excited this year, for the first time after getting into college you invited a few friends you got along. Not that you weren't missing having a boyfriend, but every time you'd go out with someone, it turns out they just want sex, and you didn't like that. 

Pumpkins with wicked grins lined the path to the entrance, their flickering candles casting eerie shadows. A large, ancient oak tree was adorned with fake cobwebs and ghostly apparitions hanging from its branches, swaying gently in the autumn breeze. A fog machine sent wisps of mist rolling across the yard, setting the perfect, eerie mood.

It was 8 pm sharp when the first guests arrived. Mike with El, Lucas with Max and Will, who were not that young anymore either, they were all like 18, 19. You couldn't hold a grin to see them dressed as Ghostbusters, like every year they wear matching costumes.

You and your friends made a deal you'd surprise each other with your costumes, so a while after the kids arrived, Eddie knocked on the door and as you opened it, and it was impossible to miss. He had transformed himself into a member of the legendary rock band, Kiss. 

He was wearing a very made up costume. He even painted in the signature black and white makeup, wearing a black leather vest, displaying his flat abs.

He wore a skin-tight, leather jumpsuit adorned with studs and spikes. Behind him, Robin was wearing a camouflage outfit, along with black boots just like Eddie. 

"Wow, you took the 'dressed to kill' idea very seriously!" She said as she complimented you. As a lesbian, she couldn't stop looking at your cleavage.

You went for an Elvira look with a black, form-fitting, low-cut dress, with a slit on the side. The v-neck showed a little too much of your chest, which would make every guy look at you for more than five minutes. 

"Eddie, come on dork. Stop stripping her with your eyes!" She mocked him, laughing at the way he was just frozen, still looking at you. 

"Happy birthday, sweetheart. Nice choice. Gonna make every dude in this house get a boner" He tried to sound playful, but he only just turned himself in. 

"Thank you so much for the heads-up. I had no idea" Ironically, you weren't really expecting that. Maybe that's why Mike and Lucas got flickered in their foreheads earlier. 

Steve was more obvious and it made you laugh. He just chose to wear his Scoops Ahoy uniform, without the hat. Because that would ruin his perfect hair.

And again, what Eddie said echoed in your head, because the hairy chested guy couldn't stop staring at your breasts until you tried to pinch him. Jonathan and Nancy were wearing something very couple-like, and it was heart melting. 

There were people chatting in the backyard, some were listening to music while talking and drinking, Dusty and the kids were talking about some game. The couple was somewhere, probably exchanging saliva, and you were talking with Robin, listening to her charm about Vickie, while Eddie was smoking a joint. 

"Hey, where the hell is Steve?" She asks after a brief pause, watching as Eddie shrugs his shoulders. "I haven't seen him in like, twenty minutes, I think?".

"Probably fixing his hair or managing to get his dick wet" He scoffed. 

Both of you looked at him in disbelief, he was just trying to mock. "Ew, Munson. I know he used to be like that, but he wouldn't do this. Not at my house at least" You respond, but he doesn't agree. 

"Eh, could be. But let's be honest. The guy is charming, pretty, and has a good talk. Any girl would jump on him like that" He snaps his fingers. 

"I'm gonna look for him around here. You can go upstairs" You tell her before leaving him alone, who mumbles something about Steve "needing a babysitter" or something. 

You had no idea where the guy could've gone. He just didn't say anything before ghosting, and it's not like there was a way of communicating to him, unless he had a walkie. But this wasn't one of his gatherings with the kids. 

You looked behind the curtains, because, you never know right? Under the table, behind the couch, in the guest restroom and even behind any door, but still nothing. Robin said she didn't see him upstairs.

She went to the backyard and asked the others about him. Until you realized you didn't look for him in one spot that anyone could fit in: the closet under your stairs. 

He was sitting there with a different look on his face. Maybe tired? You didn't know. He had his back resting against the wall, fidgeting his fingers. A cup with some drink was also resting on the floor. 

"Care to explain why you're hiding at my party without saying anything?" You ask, but he doesn't bother to look at you. 

He shrugs his shoulders, pouting. "I'm sorry it's your birthday party. I just didn't feel like being around". 

You wanted to ask, but you weren't sure he would answer you. Still holding the doorknob, you reach out your hands, so he can lift himself up, but he doesn't. 

"C'mon Steve, let's try and cheer up, yeah? You want me to change the music? Is it boring?" He shakes his head. "You want something else to drink? Food?". Nothing. 

As soon as he gets up, he closes the door behind you, before you protest. What he doesn't know is that If you close the door, it locks from the inside. He just locked you both in there. 

"Steve-" You try to tell him, but he cuts you off.

"Can you not tell this to Robin just yet? It's going to sound really stupid" He asks, his tone was low and pretty hurtful. 

"Steve, you can't close this door from the inside. We're locked in here". 

He snaps his eyes and raises both eyebrows. He tries to open the door but nothing happens.

"You're fucking kidding me. I just locked the party host in the closet" He groans, yanking his head against the door. 

"Yeah, thank you. Now Robin is going to think we're either missing or messing around". 

Steve still has his head resting against the door, banging it carefully. 

"Could this night be any shittier?" You don't get why he seems stressed, but you try to ask him anyway. 

"What happened, sailor?" He chuckles lightly, almost like in a bittersweet way. 

"If you make fun of me I'll get your gift back" He threatens. "Just this girl I was talking to earlier in the backyard.. I asked her for her number and she said I was a 'stupid momma's boy and that my reputation is wrecked'" He mourns.

"You know you're not like that anymore, right?" You try to ease him and reassure you don't think of him that way. 

He still laughs sarcastically. "Seems like I still am". He sighs. "That's the problem. People still see me like that, and I hate it". 

"Just because some random girl said that to you, it doesn't mean it's true". 

Steve tries to take in your words as he crosses his arms on his chest and ponders. He hasn't been like that in ages, why would he still make it a big deal anyway? Seems like he needed to work out his self-esteem. 

"Maybe you're right. How's the party?" He still sounds like he's offended, maybe he just needs a hug.

"Well, it's been pretty good until you locked us in" You joke, watching him slightly chuckle.

"You look really good as Elvira" Steve gives you a gentle side smile and you grab his hand. 

"You look the same as always, sailor" Snorting, he gives you a death glance. Like, it's not the first time you see in that outfit. 

"Just think you missed the boobs". Oh, that was a burn. 

Walking towards him, you make sure you're pressing your sides to show a little more cleavage, and he gulps. "What, you don't think this cleavage isn't enough?" Your voice was smooth and low. 

As you reach to both his arms, he tries to not stare at you for too long or he breaks. Your pleading eyes actually hold something different and it makes his boxer feel uncomfortable already. You've always thought he was good looking, even with the stupid outfit.

"I.. uh- No, it's great" He nervously laughs, his hands never meet your body out of respect for you. 

You tease him as you lean against his body, and Steve is looking confused at you. "Eddie was right when he said every guy would get a boner with my costume".

He tries to hold a nervous chuckle and fails. "I don't have a boner, what do you mean?"

"Then what are you hiding in there, an ice cream scoop?" The taunting was terrible, but it makes him laugh as his cheeks flush. 

"You're a terrible person" This time he holds his gaze directly at your eyes and leans closer until your noses bump. "You're incredibly sexy and terrible".

"And yet you're the one dressed as a sailor with your uniform" You retort, wrapping your hands around his neck. He feels your chest pressed against his, as well as his growing crotch. 

He doesn't give you an answer, but instead he just crashes his lips against yours, holding your chin in a light grip. He tastes like beer, he smells like Calvin Klein and you don't regret this little show you're having. 

It doesn't have to be something serious right now, so you just enjoy it when he slides his tongue against yours, letting out a groan to your surprise. One of his hands slides down your body, holding your waist as he tries to bring you closer to him.

You feel his hard cock rub against your cunt under the dress and it burns your skin. Grasping his lower lip against your teeth, you let out a teasing gasp, learning Steve is just about to throw you against the wall and fuck you there. 

But before he even tries anything, you start kissing him again, feeling his hot tongue swirling around yours in a battle for dominance. It makes your brain twist and your stomach sink. It makes your entire body shiver. 

He pulls back only to breathe, his haired chest is heavily panting and his lips are swollen. "This is what they're missing. So, fuck them" You praise. 

His big squared hand grabs your cheek carefully as he uses his thumb to rub his digit against your skin. "Thank you" That's all he says. 

Watching him from that position, it makes you realize he's everything Eddie said before. He is charming, pretty, and has a good talk. He's also caring, smart and gentle. If you could, you would put him in a bubble and take care of him. 

You pull him by the collar only to give him a peck before sliding both hands down his stomach until your hands reach the elastic of his shorts.

He looks at you, confused and sort of lost with the action. "Here's a Halloween treat, sailor". You kneel in front of him.

The tone of your voice is barely above a whisper and it carries luxury, filling the air of the small closet. His throat is now dry as he gulps harshly. You pull down his piece of clothing before glancing carefully at his hardened cunt under the fabric.

It pulses when you softly touch his base and Steve almost collapses under your hands. He helps you get rid of his boxer, muffling his grunt when you hold it in your right hand. Your best hand, the one you know you can give a nice handjob. 

But this time you catch him off guard when your mouth gives him a soft open mouthed kiss on the glistening tip of his cock. He's kinda big, and thick, and it makes your mouth water with desperation. You glide your tongue until it reaches his balls and he flinches, hissing. 

"Jesus fuck" He cries. It makes you grin through his cock. 

Slowly, you swallow him until it reaches the back of your throat and you try not to gag. His reflection is to pull a handful of your hair and he slowly loses it.

Working along with your tongue, you start bobbing your head up and down, careful to not choke on his cunt. You cup his balls with your free hand and softly rub them against your soft fingers. 

Steve almost starts sliding down the wall, trying to hold himself up. He feels himself completely at your mercy, not knowing why it feels so good, considering you were good friends.

You hum while tasting every inch of him, feeling his dick twitch inside your mouth, dripping with precum.

He uses one hand to hold himself while the other one still pulls your hair. The sound of your throat against his dick is echoing inside the closet, while his breathing makes the air become stuffy. Your mouth sucks him so perfectly, your throat tightens around him.

"I'm not gonna las- Fuck-" He sttuters when you hollow your cheeks and suck him hard, the loud gasp coming off his mouth makes you feel so horny you almost give up on this. 

The way you concentrate on your movements, always switching so it doesn't give you cheek cramps, makes him want to thrust against your mouth. But he knows his limits and he doesn't want you to choke on him either.

He watches with bliss on his eyes the way your head bobs towards him and it makes him dizzy at your sight. You look at him with lust and awe, savoring his salty liquid, feeling how his fat cock stretches your mouth so it can fit in.

Your hand falls from his balls to his hairy and thick thighs, digging your nails into his skin, listening to every moan he spills against the thin air. 

"I'mgonnacum" He slurs and you feel his hips shuddering as he finally reaches his peak, washing over your throat. You swallow him entirely, his warm cum suddenly makes you feel too blissed from the moment. 

Steve can barely breathe, you watch him almost gasp for air. His chest is heavily panting and sweating, just like his flushed face.

You noticed how messy his hair is. After swallowing it all, you give him a quick peck on his sensitive tip and he pulls back from the sensation. 

He helps you get up from your knees, still staring at you amused. You quickly clean the corner of your mouth, licking the same spot. "God, you are fascinating". 

When he leans forward to give you another kiss, not giving a shit you taste like him, the door finally opens and Robin stares at both of you in shock. 

"What the fuck happened here?".

[suddencolds]

a personal milestone 🥳 + author's note

i finally made it 😭 (there is probably another 10k sitting in my drafts, but i have always tracked word count for this project as a sum of already-published installments)

also a (somewhat long) journal entry below:

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This has been the main project in my life for almost two years, now (I started writing on 1.26.2023). It's my first proper attempt at a novel, and it's one of my first times ever posting original work anywhere 😭

It's hard to say how I feel now, perhaps because I feel too much.

Where to go from here? I considered dropping the series entirely before I hit the milestone because I was very tired. In a way, I felt like I had said everything I wanted to say. But I think I also love this series a lot more than I can properly verbalize.

To be completely honest, writing this series was so lonely. To work for so long on something that I could not show to nearly anyone irl (not family, not close friends, not peers, not strangers I met who I talked to about art); to spend hundreds of hours on something that I could only ever post to a small subset of people... all of that was very lonely. I'm sure other creatives have felt this way too.

And at the same time, hearing what people on snzblr thought became probably the most potent source of happiness in my life (is that pathetic? Maybe so.) I don't think this project was self-sustaining at all; I think to some extent, I wrote it because I wanted to hear people tell me that they liked it. I realize this is a terrible and unsustainable reason to create art, but that's the truth.

On some level, though, I kept writing because I loved Y+V. They've been at the forefront at my life for almost two years now 😭 I spent a long time teaching myself how to write them, and a lot of the themes & choices in the series are quite personal. Embarrassingly, I still want to talk about Y+V all the time.

When I posted to ask if I could send my unfinished/unpolished WIPs, some people reached out to offer to read them... and then I never sent anything over to anyone. I think a part of me could not get it through my head that people would be willing to read something completely unpolished, because... well, frankly, a lot of my drafts are just pretty unreadable; I typically only post things that I have already cleaned up. More importantly, I felt like sending my drafts to people—even people who had given me explicit permission to send them!—was selfish and troublesome.

On some level, I also felt the same about asking others to brainstorm with me: I felt like I was asking them a favor which I did not know how to pay back. Perhaps this is just another way in which I have been cruel/uncharitable to myself, but I never imagined people enjoying receiving my drafts. I could never convince myself that for those people, giving feedback/discussing ideas might not actually be a chore. I was always scared to make writing less of a lonely process because I could only think about how easy it would be for me to ask too much.

This is probably the most honest I've been about this particular subject 😭 I am not good at gauging what constitutes 'too much.' I feel like I can get carried away when someone expresses interest, so I try to preemptively position myself as someone who does not impinge on others... I think that even outside of this series, I have defaulted to this pattern of trying to give and trying not to ask. In that particular sense, I am perhaps to blame for my own loneliness.

Anyways! Recently, I've gone back to (tentatively) writing after months of not writing. I'm not sure if I will post another installment here (maybe if the drafts are 'good enough', I will?), but it's nice to write without worrying so much that what I am writing needs to be publishable/presentable.

If you have ever left tags/comments on my work, and you are reading this, I am grateful beyond words to you for keeping me company + for making me feel like what I was spending so much time on was a little more meaningful :') I always go back to reread them when I'm in need of encouragement. Thank you sincerely for the happiness. ❤️

[elderwisp]

Outfit Breakdown:

Here's a look into everyone's outfits and makeup! I might break down these scenes in the future as some of them will be incredibly relevant to certain arcs.

✩ Starting with Dan, I wanted to go with a really laidback attire. Dan is seen in a pair of vans, a cropped tank top and loosely styled hair. However! Since she is hosting, she threw on a tie and some slacks to look presentable. Meanwhile with the the makeup, I opted for a 60s style eyeshadow and eyeliner combo, I felt like it brought a lot of attention to the eyes, something I'm sure Ares could appreciate. As for Kai, I kept the green color scheme as I resonate that color with him. His cross is seen loosely around the neck with a nice button up opened just enough to show his chest. As for his makeup, there was some flecks of blue and green sparkles as well as two lines of blue and green intertwined. That was more of a symbolism of him and Atlas being two threads connected. After his evening with Alex, the colors blend to a teal until finally he rubs it all off before his conversation with Taryn.

✩ Gum and Syx's hair colors feel complimentary to one another as one is pastel pink while the other is a pastel blue. Gum really speaks through her clothing as she feels most confident in alternative attire. Meanwhile, Syx dresses in much more pastel clothing, she really likes to show off her fit figure. Gabriel (looks v pretty here btw) came in a comfortable streetwear attire. He likes to save a lot of the flashier outfits for gigs and bar hoping but is typically seen in casual yet stylish clothing. Ares on the other hand came in a very sleek outfit as well as some chromatic eyeshadow to match. Too bad those pockets didn't hold a lighter in there.

✩ BOOF! I opted for warmer colors for Icarus, picking a comfy leather jacket and some broken in jeans. I wanted it to feel down to earth and inviting. Meanwhile for Frances, there were a lot of textures in their clothing as well as sparkles reminiscent of tears on their eyes. Their whole scene in this arc did not go as planned, originally there was supposed to be a misunderstanding and while at the time it worked (their kiss at the arcade wasn't cannon at that point) the more I read it, I was like this doesn't suit them in the state that they're in. I love the way things played out, the more it sat with me, the more bittersweet things felt and I just knew I made the right choice. Icarus throughout the scene tried to help ground Frances in the present whereas Frances felt incredibly overwhelmed by the distress of it all. So I really wanted to reflect that through their clothing.

✩ Ah, hello Rowan. There's a lot of symbolism to Rowan's attire. I'll probably touch base on it more in the future but some key items! He has not kept up with bleaching his hair that stark white he's normally seen with. His charcoal eyeshadow with the two lines intensified his eyes while his clothes had a bit of a mesmerizing patter to it. He understands how to use his appearance to pull people in. Meanwhile, Atlas's was what I like to call fashionably disheveled, his eyes covered in messily applied eyeshadow and glitter. His shirt had pins as if it was barely holding together the seams, sorta reminiscent of his mental state. Seeing Rowan definitely added to that. We probably won't see Atlas for a while as I'm sure he has plenty to think about. Putting the two together, they're incredibly similar with the pallets and patterns chosen. If Taryn and Atlas are two separate, parallel lines, Rowan and Atlas are two people sitting on the opposite side of the same line.

[1moreff-creator]

Now that you've had some time to cool down from the Fuckfest of Friday Night, I'm a little curious on what you think of MonoTV's whole deal, because I haven't seen anyone actually talk about it much and that makes me so upset because wow Dev somehow managed to get me to care about this piece of steel

Spoilers up to the end of CH2

Hey! Yeah, MonoTV, huh? With everything else going on, this thing kinda got pushed aside, but there's been some really interesting developments indeed. I agree though, it's genuinely pretty incredible dev managed to get me to care about what up to this point had been nothing but a device for plot and humor.

You know, I originally wanted to keep this brief to give my full thoughts on the full part 2 analysis I'm working on, but maybe it's better if I just talk about it in full here and just link to this post from that one. Let me start by the theory side, because that's easier for me to write about :v

While MonoTV's creation being connected to XF-Ture Tech was always a very real possibility, the confirmation that at least its personality drivers come from them is nice. And there doesn't seem to be any type of repurposing going on:

MonoTV: Whenever I make a decision, ultimately, I must make the choice that fulfills my purpose [to run the killing game until the death of every participant]. After all, that was why I was created.

While we don't fully understand how this all fits together yet, I'm glad XF is being brought up because that might mean Min content in the future? For me, please? :,D

Anyways. Having a clearly stated goal for the killing game (killing all the participants) is also pretty useful for theory-crafting purposes, so look forward to seeing that line referenced in mastermind discussions moving forward. Not to mention, the secondary purpose of MonoTV playing the villain, with the reasoning:

MonoTV: This so-called TV show is more about appearances than you'd think.

So... ignoring the weird phrasing of "so-called TV show" as opposed to just "TV show," because I will go crazy if I look too deep into that, the confirmation that the appearances of the killing game are important seem to confirm a suspicion Teruko had back in CH2 Ep2.

Teruko: And also, [MonoTV is designed the way it is] as a way to reference that "past killing game," right?

Assuming via context that she's talking about THH, MonoTV being specifically created and programmed to look and act sorta like Monokuma could have some interesting implications moving forward, especially given things like Duke Spurling being alive to see the Tragedy and maybe wanting a recreation of the THH killing game. Thankfully there's no character with a talent for recreating things, such as art, an art forger of some kind, because if there was this could realistically point to them as the mastermind. :)

Final note about theories: I... called it? Sort of?

[Extract from Vivisection of the David MV] What I think is the best idea [regarding the multi-colored "original"] is that all the characters [which includes MonoTV] got the word. [...] I think it makes more sense to relate them to the meaning of "original style" under my interpretation, where "original style" means a change of heart.

Well, MonoTV sure had a change of personality, albeit briefly, now didn't it? (Please ignore the fact that I dismissed the possibility of MonoTV changing in the lines following that one :p) Admittedly "characters in DRDT will have character development" is possibly my least wild theory ever, but a W is a W (?).

Alright but screw theorizing that's for insane people. Let's go for character analysis, because the fact that MonoTV has become a genuinely interesting creature to study is possibly even wilder than the XF-Ture Tech name drop.

Now, a lot of what we hear character wise is similar to stuff we heard in MonoTV's previous character building moment; CH2 EP3.

MonoTV: Does a toaster know why it toasts? Does a calculator know why it adds and subtracts? They are simply machines that do their job without needing to understand why. To that end, I don't know who made this TV show and why. All I do is carry out the directives programmed into me.

MonoTV: I have no conscience, no sense of morality, no will at all. I am merely a robot, subject to the laws of my code. I have no choice but to perform the actions that my creator dictated I must. [...] All the decisions I make were already decided by whatever entity created me, because I am a robot.

It's stated in a much more melancholic tone, given the music in the background, the sprite pose, and the generally less silly "default personality," but it's nothing really new. MonoTV is a machine, it follows programming.

Except.

MonoTV: Even if I feel pain or guilt, I cannot stop. That is the fate that I have, to make others suffer. And there is no diverging from that fate.

Hey MonoTV what the fuck does this mean.

"Even if I feel pain or guilt"? Instead of "I can't feel pain or guilt"? The choice of wording here is very interesting, because it seems to imply that MonoTV does feel pain and guilt over the killing game, regardless of how impossible that should be. The "fate" drop is pretty huge for thematic reasons, as I'm sure you're aware; Teruko explains her own feelings about it in the rest of the scene, there's Xander's speech to Teruko before he attempted to stab her, Ace talking about how he was too much of a coward to fight his fate, Arei actually defying a similar fate in a way, David with the LGI lyrics, Whit and J and Rose and so many other people, all interconnected by this damn concept. I think it'd be fine if this is all we hear about MonoTV in relation to it, but there's definitely fun parallels to explore regardless.

Given how little we have of these particular character details so far, there's not much I can say about it other than I love the concept of an AI being forced to do something it doesn't "want" to because of code, and I'm interested to see if MonoTV will act differently in the future. It's supposed to reset to its previous personality in the full reset, I imagine, but it's not like we can just ignore all the shit it said here. I'm very curious to see where dev takes this.

That said, I also wanted to point out how this vague allusion to feeling pain and guilt and possibly hopelessness against fate aren't the only feelings MonoTV exhibits. Because for some unfathomable reason, it seems to care about Teruko to an extent?

MonoTV: Is something the matter, Teruko? Everyone else has already left.

Like, maybe I'm misreading because the personality change is fucking with me, but this feels like a concern more genuine than I would expect from pre-2-16 MonoTV. And...

MonoTV: You have to decide the answer for yourself.

This, along with the little speech about Teruko's humanity that precedes it, again comes off as MonoTV genuinely trying to help her through her emotions. I don't see how this correlates with its purpose, unless it somehow "believes" that giving Teruko advice on this will somehow lead to Teruko killing someone or something to that effect, which makes no sense.

If it doesn't help kill the participants, isn't necessary for the killing game, and doesn't make MonoTV seem like a villain, then it's not related to any of its purposes. It isn't code making MonoTV say this things. It's MonoTV's... consciousness? I guess? It's very, very interesting.

I am genuinely super interested in where dev is taking MonoTV, and if you told me that was a sentence I would unironically type before this episode, I would have called you insane. The writing in this series is genuinely immaculate, I can't believe we're getting genuine basis for MonoTV angst and it's compelling. Dev does it again!

Thanks for the ask, this was fun to ramble about!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello

I hope your day is going well and you are in a flow of creative inspiration 🍀

I want to ask you to write something from the NSFW alphabet for Noe from vnc: A = Aftercare, D = Dirty Secret, E = Experience, I = Intimacy, N = NO, P = Pace and V = Volume

I hope I didn't choose too many letters. You can skip letters that you are not comfortable working with. Have a nice day and don't forget to rest

NSFW Alphabet

A = AFTERCARE (What they’re like after sex)

Noé is a very sweet, compassionate young man, and that translates into his love life. He wants to make sure that his lover is taken care of. Giving them a cuddle. Making sure they are comfortable. They could literally ask him for a croissant and he would dash off into the night to find a late night bakery to find them one. He just wants them to be comfortable & happy.

D = DIRTY SECRET (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes short skirts. They are very rare, given the time and fashion, but the few times he does get to see one he becomes bright red and nearly unable to contain himself.

E = EXPERIENCE (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Limited. Non-existent really. He’s been isolated his whole life, except for Domi and Louis, so the opportunity to be involved sexually has not been one allotted to him. In fact, his only real experience is some harmless experimentation with Domi & Louis. He’s eager to learn though.

I = INTIMACY (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Incredibly intimate. Though eager to learn, Noé wouldn’t get involved with anyone sexually who he didn’t have an emotionally intimate relationship with. He believes in making love. Not having sex. He’s very intimate and passionate during sex as well. A lot of ‘I love yous’, ‘you’re beautiful’, ‘be mines’ in the dark.

J = JACK OFF (Masturbation headcanon)

He does but he’s very embarrassed about it. Doesn’t really do it much anymore since he shares a room with Vanitas. Noé just feels it’s rude to do that with someone so close by.

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

Dubious consent, of any kind. Even play acting. This has become more of a hard line with the Malnomen and seeing people lose their will. Also pet play? He’ll just think of Murr.

P = PACE (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. He wants to take his time. Do it right. He’s also learning, so he wants to take every moment to experience this. Be in the moment with his partner. Who knows how much time they’ll have together, so every moment in each other’s arms counts.

V = VOLUME (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fairly quiet. He wants to be considerate of others. W = WILD CARD (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Noé lost his virginity to Domi. It’s why she’s so possessive of him. Though he doesn’t devalue the moment they shared together and the connection, in his heart Domi and he will never be more than friends. Maybe friends who fuck from time to time.

[austinslounge]

I don’t know how you can be an Austin fan and said you’d prefer he be with Vanessa again, someone who multiple people have said was not nice to him in public/around other people. There’s a reason Ashley Tisdale “chose” him. Baby V is problematic for more than just that too and would be an embarrassing publicity nightmare for him if they were still together to this day. If people think Kaia has tarnished his image, what little she’s done is nothing compared to what the other woman would’ve done.

I don’t like him with Kaia but spoiled nepo baby or someone that’s been mean to him in public on multiple occasions, is buddy buddy with foreign dictators, was selfish about COVID-19 deaths and defends Hollywood predators like Woody Allen? I choose the spoiled nepo baby any day if those are the only two options. The enemy of your enemy is not always your friend.

He’s nice about her publicly because he’s the bigger person and doesn’t want drama. That’s his choice, but fans can make their own and it’s not just Kaustin shippers that don’t like her. I don’t like either of them and don’t understand Austin fans who feel the need to defend her. Fuck her. I’m glad Austin went to Australia and never looked back.

You're entitled to your own opinion, as are others on here.

I just want to clarify something though.

I never said that I was a huge fan of Vanessa, or that she was the best person for Austin. I'm very well aware of some of the problematic things she's done (and said) in the past.

What I was saying was that from the outside looking in, I'd rather take what Austin and Vanessa's relationship looked like, vs what we know and see of Austin and Kaia's relationship, any day of the week!

Do I think Vanessa is/was perfect? Hell no! But you can tell that she genuinely loved Austin to pieces, and you can't change the fact that Austin loved her deeply as well. You can just look at pictures of them and tell that they loved each other.

Vanessa was also there for Austin during one of the toughest moments of his life, and helped to take care of his sick mom in their own house. I don't care what you say about someone, that's pretty huge.

And these reports of Vanessa being mean to Austin 3 times in almost 10 years? 🥴 First of all, how do we even know these rumors are true? The internet says a whole bunch of stuff.

I can only go by what I see. I can't go by what I haven't seen. That's not to say that these things didn't happen, all I'm saying is that I can only go by what I have actually seen. From all of the photos and video footage that I've seen of Austin and Vanessa in nearly a decade together, I've never seen her treating him "meanly". She always looked super happy with him -- almost deliriously happy rofl 😂

I also look at what Austin said himself about V, not just during their their relationship, but after their breakup. I also look at how he still followed her long after their breakup... even after she stopped following him. If she had been as horrible to him as some shippers now are trying to spin, why on earth was he with that woman for nearly 10 years, and why on earth was he still following her after their breakup?

Wrt to Ashley and Vanessa -- Did it ever occur to you that maybe it was Vanessa who cut friendship ties with Ashley because she and Austin are still close? Maybe it was Vanessa who couldn't handle that. Maybe it caused a rift because Austin is like Ashley's little brother and she's known him the longest, and Vanessa couldn't handle that.

We really don't know all the facts.

All I can go by is what I see. And what I see with my own eyes with how Austin and Kaia are with each other is not a good feeling at all.

Plus, let's not try to sit here and act like Kaia is miss perfect. She's done and said some problematic things herself. Also, the whole kissing other people while in a relationship with someone else doesn't really sit well with me. And I'm sorry, but the way Austin doesn't even look/seem comfortable or himself with her speaks volumes to me.

But hey, to each his/her own.

[violetmuses]

On Your Mind - Bucky Barnes

TITLE: “On Your Mind” || Bucky Barnes 

FANDOM: Marvel - The Falcon and The Winter Soldier 

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes 

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: You catch Bucky’s eye…. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V.  💜

Main Masterlist

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2024

It’s too early for Bucky to visit Delacroix again, but sunlight reminds him of the small fishing town in Louisiana. 

Instead, he’s kept these New York windows open now, trying to remember good times with Sam’s family. With therapy over, there’s not much else to do, especially since he retired from service. 

For the millionth time, he walks to the nearest coffee shop out of boredom, opening that front door with his bare right hand and walking inside.  

Folks here still assume that his leftward metal arm is just some highly-advanced prosthetic gifted from the military. 

He orders black coffee and corners by a window seat, just people-watching. Beyond the glass window, pedestrians move up or down the sidewalk. Personal cars or taxi cabs honk horns. Blasting music plays in all directions, echoing time and again. 

Out of nowhere, the door jingles, signaling another customer. Bucky continues sipping the coffee and doesn’t care much until he glances across this space, quietly seeing you. 

He can’t exactly see your face as you stand in line to order a beverage, but your laughter catches his attention almost immediately. 

You sound joyful and light, chatting with the barista like a good friend rather than one stranger behind that cash register. 

“Thanks.” You settle down those chuckles and head towards one of the last empty tables found here. 

Now, You’re close to Bucky without entirely invading his own space. At least you’re kind enough not to bother other people. 

You’re so pretty. Buck thinks to himself. 

You enjoy your beverage alone, but take out one paperback novel that he’s never heard of before. The cover reminds him of Crime Fiction though and its image vaguely shows a federal building. 

“Excuse me?” Bucky finally stands from his window seat and walks towards your space once you’ve set down the beverage. 

You look up, almost immediately recognizing him. Everyone remembers what happened not long ago, especially considering how Flash Smashers perished. 

“Sergeant Barnes? Hello.” You greet him out of respect and put your book down. 

“Please call me Bucky.” Barnes tells you, appreciating the rank, but still not wanting that reminder of his past. 

“Bucky.” You make the correction and also introduce yourself. There’s no other choice right now. 

“Hi. Is this seat taken?” Bucky tries to calm down his own nerves around you, recalling the day he met Sarah, Sam’s determined and gorgeous sister, not long ago. 

“Go ahead.” You offer, watching as Bucky sits down across from you and settles in with his own coffee. 

“New in town?” He asks, smiling towards you. 

“No, but it’s a long story.” You say. 

“The world already knows mine, what about yours?’ Bucky turns as a joke and faces one imaginary watch. 

“Very funny.” You play right back. 

____________

By the time you both leave that coffee shop, Bucky is laughing. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. You’ve found this park bench and sit beside him, continuing a light-hearted conversation. 

“You still don’t know what Netflix is?” Your jaw drops and another giggle fit starts without fail. 

“Yes. I haven’t had enough time to watch anything, though.” Bucky defends himself. 

“Just pick something.” You suggest. “That’s how it all works.” 

Moments before Bucky can respond, your phone buzzes. 

“Shit! Sorry, but I gotta go.” You look downward and furrow your brow. It’s your family, planning a backyard barbeque. 

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks, genuinely concerned as you face each other. 

“Yeah. Family plans.” You lift your cell phone and smile to reassure him. 

“Oh! It was nice meeting you. Have a good one.” Bucky calls out. 

“You too! See you around, Buck.” You gather belongings and nearly run away, but glance over one shoulder to acknowledge him.  

His heart both drops and races as you vanish from the park. 

[woltourney]

ROUND 3 / SIDE B / POLL 3

Stelak Ganzthuv (@drtanner) v. Lopu Rhaavuna (@mages-ballad)

Stelak Ganzthuv:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Stelak Ganzthuv (he/him)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Roegadyn

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Gunbreaker, Bard

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal/Malboro! Come say hi!

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Stelak is an amnesiac and can't remember anything about who he was before he arrived in Gridania. He woke up in the back that cart with nothing but a name, the clothes on his back and a robust set of instincts and principles, and while he has no memory of his life before then - if, indeed, he existed at all - he knows he's a whore. That's his literal job, he's a sex worker, he knows how to do that and he's very good at it. He's also picked up playing music suspiciously quickly, so there's a decent chance he might have been a bard previously, too. To Stelak's knowledge, Hydaelyn pretty much just plucked him out of the aether, or from wherever, to be Her hero, and Stelak is a little reluctant in his role but he's keenly aware that he has little choice in the matter; everything will go to shit in a big hurry if he doesn't step up when people need him to step up, and as much as he'd rather be doing other things and really doesn't enjoy the recognition or fame he gets for being the WoL, there's precious little to be done about it. He's doing his best, lmao.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "I'm gonna be honest with you, darlin'. I don't mind, I'm just here for a laugh." Stelak pauses, glancing away for a moment, considering. "… Sayin' that, though. Please. I'm very tired." His brow knots as he gives a weary smile. "It would be very nice to get a little appreciation for once."

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. Stelak is available for hire. Just sayin'. 💜

Lopu Rhaavuna:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Lopu Rhaavuna, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. IC-ly her primary jobs are Bard and Dancer. Secondary to that, Sage and Reaper. (Note from submitter: CUL and BOT)

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Mateus [Crystal]

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. I took inspiration for Lopu's character and story from the mahou shoujo genre, with the core elements being that a seemingly-average girl discovers she actually has the capability for magical powers, and uses those to help spread hope and save others. Love is a major theme for Lopu, and its what gives her the strength and motivation to do what she does. Lopu grew up in Gridania, where she left and became the Warrior of Light at age 25. She's always had a deep feeling of wanderlust within her, and the events of the MSQ are what kickstart her into being able to get out and see the world. She's lived her life knowing there had to eventually be more out there for her, and her assumptions are proven right as she takes up the title of the WoL and makes herself known. She's no doubt had her ups and downs, but never once has she regret her journey. Others may call her a hero; but even after all this time she still considers herself just an adventurer that likes to help people. In her free time, Lopu has a few hobbies she likes to indulge in! She's very big on cooking and sharing the food she makes, gardening and growing her own ingredients, hunting, training, running Treasure Maps, and of course hanging out with the Scions. Outside of saving the universe, she's a very sweet and humble woman.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Ah? Um…" Lopu takes a lock of her thick hair to twirl around and play with while she ponders the question. "I think I should win because… It would make me really happy if I did?" She laughs a little, giving a flash of fangs. "Truthfully, I can't really think of a good reason! I guess there is the fact I saved the universe, but I wouldn't want people to feel obliged to put me on a pedestal just for that." "Maybe… If I win, I'll bake a huge celebratory cake to share with everyone! That works, right? People tend to be more motivated to vote if there's food involved, yes?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. AS HER CREATOR I SAY VOTE FOR LOPU BECAUSE SHE IS SO CUTE AND HUGGABLE AND SILLYGIRL-CORE AND HAS THICK THIGHS AND I LIKE HER A LOT AND ALSO IF SHE WINS I WILL ACTUALLY DO A GPOSE OF HER AND THE CAKE AND EVERYONE CAN HAVE SOME!!!!! VOTE FOR LOPU #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP #LOPUSWEEP

[charlottesbookclub]

Hello there!

I'm the main from @notfoundfootage , I came here to thank you for sharing your beautiful writing with us mere mortals! Your portrayal of Alistair is so good, you and @frodoshaggins do such an excellent job with this, my little heart be damned.

What do you think Alistair thinks of a partner/friend that wants to become a vampire?

Omg think about being buried in the woods with him !!!! Cuddling under a mossy tree !!!! Like lil turtles in winter!!!!

Meanwhile Carlisle is in the background happy that Alistair found a companion but questioning their life choices 🙂👍

hi my dear!! 💖

ahhhhhhhhh thank you sooooooo much for your super sweet words!!!!!! I am blushing, giggling, kicking my feet rn like this is so nice ahhhhh 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

honestly I'm having such a good time writing him (both in his historical timeline and in the modern one ☺️) and it was genuinely such a pleasant surprise to find people here who still wanted to read stuff for him! I mean, I think there's like 3-5 of us, but everyone's enthusiasm and kindness has made it feel like such a wonderful and welcoming community! team alistair is small but mighty I guess ☺️💕

okay also I was so excited about your question that I wrote maybe a bit too much, so I'm putting my answer to that under the cut! 🥰🥰

and omg my first official tumblr alistair meta question I'm so excited!!!!!! um okay so I think that if he were with someone who wanted to become a vampire, I think initially there would be a little bit of like "wait... you want... this??" and not in an angsty or religious-guilt way à la edward (and carlisle to a lesser extent) but in more of the sense that I think alistair is very.......... conflicted on vampirism as a concept. his transformation was hugely traumatic, and (at least in my interpretation of his character/backstory, which will eventually be addressed in "king of all birds" 😈) I think he lived for quite a while in confusion about what he actually was, which likely only furthered the trauma he was already experiencing. additionally, his entire vampire life has pretty much been lived in fear and on the run from various threats (both real and imagined), so it doesn't seem like he was exactly enjoying his time as a vampire

however, I think that at his core, alistair is a very practical person, and he realizes that being a vampire is the hand he's been dealt, so he just kinda.... goes with it?? I think he also realizes that in some ways, his transformation (and the events that occurred as a result of it) saved him from a lot of complications that were piling up in his human life, so there's also a strange sense of almost gratitude that further complicates his ideas on vampirism. also, in this scenario, it was him being a vampire that led to him finding his partner/friend, so there's also some gratitude that this very long life of isolation and fear finally led to something wonderful and good

but now that I've waxed poetic on alistair's complicated thoughts on vampirism (which was also not the question you asked, so I'm very sorry for going so far off course here 😭😅) I'm going to completely agree with @frodoshaggins assessment of this situation as they lay out in their sfw headcanons post (letter W) that alistair would end up changing his partner because he couldn't imagine living without them now that he knows how happy he can be (*cue "All I've Ever Known" from Hadestown*) 🥹🥹 so in the situation where his partner actually wanted to be changed, I do think he would experience a lot less stress over it, since he would come to the conclusion that he needed to do it eventually anyway 💕

and omg yes once they are both vampires they will ABSOLUTELY be sleeping in the moss!!!!! so frickin cuuuuute 🥹🥹 or like a nice little hollow tree covered in ferns??? top tier snuggle spots for alistair and his vampire partner 🥰🥰

and lmaooooooo carlisle and all the more "human-ish" vampires being like "uhhhhhh okay I guess" I'm WEEPING 😆😆 alistair and his partner visit just like covered in little bits of moss and lichens and esme is like "carlisle they are ruining my clean house why tf did you invite them??" and carlisle is just like "sorry babe I genuinely did not think that finding a partner would make alistair more weird but here we are I guess" 😆😆

okay, now that I've written a full novel here, I'm so sorry this got so long! 😭😭 I am clearly Not Normal™️ about this man

but thank you so much again for this absolutely lovely ask, and feel free to pop back into the ol' inbox anytime, I'm always excited to talk about alistair or anything else!!!! ☺️💕🥰💖

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 11

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 10 🍂 Part 12

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: Here. We. Fucking. Go. SMUT. 18+. NSFW. MINORS DNI. Ah, yes, the song of my people. Fingering + oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex, loss of virginity, safe sex, some angst, some fluff... y'know. The good stuff.

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: SO. When I told miss ma'am @keanureevesisbae that this chapter was going to be a long one, and that I had 1k and I'd barely started, she guessed it was smut immediately. (She literally used the words 'Ch11 is smut. There is no other option.') She was right. You bet your ass I'm not writing 1k smut for a first time (or in general?... I like lengthy smut?) I hope y'all are happy now. I know I am! Now girl, get your butt home and read this 😘😘😘

IMPORTANT PSA: It's a first time - without any blood and without any pain. I'm not about that stuff. So if you're someone still waiting for that moment (even if you're a minor who hasn't turned away yet), read it and don't weep: First times don't have to hurt if you take your damn time and make sure everybody's comfortable with everything that's going on. Anyone who can't do that for you? Kick them TF out of your damn bed or wherever the hell you are. And if it still won't happen despite having tried all the smart stuff (smart stuf is NOT putting stuff like vaseline in your vagina, by the way): GO SEE YOUR DOCTOR. And use condoms. Just... Can't stress that enough.

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt

Sy was going to pick you up at 7. By the time it was 6.30, you were ready to go, but definitely not ready in any other capacity. Julie’s advice had been simple: ‘Let him take the lead, you just shave.’ And that last bit was pretty much optional. She’d overheard some drunk conversations between Patrick, Sy and the rest of the boys… He didn’t exactly seem fussy when it came to grooming choices. Nice to know. Maybe a tad too much info.

You checked your outfit another twelve times, your hair another twenty at least, and you did four more laps of the house before it was finally… 6.35? Really?

It took four solid eternities until that knock on the door at 7 on the dot. Your hands trembled when you opened the door, and when you opened your mouth to say something, you couldn’t make a sound.

“Hi beautiful,” he said with a big smile, “ready?” You just nodded, as you were still unable to speak, and followed him to his car. He looked good tonight, as always, and you decided it should be illegal for anyone to look this handsome in jeans and a t-shirt. The denim of his jeans was stretched tight around his thighs, and his shirt almost looked to be at risk of giving out. Alright, maybe you were taking some creative liberties there, but it definitely looked tight and it bothered you that he had it on in the first place. Quite frankly, it bothered you that he had anything on to begin with. During dinner, you had the worst time trying to keep your eyes off him.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t a very creative date,” Sy said at the end of the night, as you walked back to his truck. You laughed at that.

“I didn’t need a creative date, Sy. It just needed to be good.” You snuggled into his side when he threw an arm around your shoulders.

“Was it?” He almost looked shy when he asked, as if he was afraid you were going to tell him it hadn’t been a good date. As if you were going to reject him… But how could you? How could anyone? You put your hand over his and brushed your thumb over the back of his hand.

“Very,” you said, smiling up at him. The way he smiled back at you made you bite your lip. Everything had changed. And anything that accidentally hadn’t changed by now, would change tonight. A voice in your head told you that it wasn’t too late to turn back, that you could go back to being friends…

“Are you alright, Sugar,” Sy asked, his voice all kindness and compassion, “you seem nervous?” Of course he could tell you were nervous. You were a virgin with a terrible poker face, out on a dinner date with the guy you hoped would later tonight become your first. If your face din’t give it away, common sense would.

“I am,” you whispered softly. In the spur of the moment, you made a decision that – in hindsight – was very brave; to trust him. “There’s a part of me that’s telling me it’s not too late to go back to being friends.”

“Neither of us want that, darlin’,” he said as he shook his head. You knew he was right.

“It’s just the nerves, isn’t it?” He nodded.

Both of you were quiet on the drive back to your house. Your thoughts were running away with you, thinking up every doomscenario imaginable, no matter how ridiculous it was. No, the bed wasn’t going to break. No, Sy wasn’t going to hurt you. No, your mother wouldn’t all of a sudden barge into your house announcing loudly that she’d be staying until Christmas. It was just going to be you and Sy, and it was going to be at least as good as last time. One thing you were definitely excited about was being able to wake up next to him again. You had been missing those strong arms around you every morning for the past week. And the feeling of his hairy chest against your back… Somehow you convinced yourself to stick with the thoughts about what you were looking forward to until you pulled up in the driveway, where Sy – as always - walked over to your side to help you out of the truck. He firmly held onto your hand as you walked up to the front door, and while you were fumbling for your keys in your bag, he pulled you into him and gently placed a finger underneath your chin, lifting your face up to his slowly and carefully.

“Hey Sugar, mind if I kiss ya?” This time, no one needed any saving from broken porches and whatnot. It was just you and him, nothing more, nothing less. His lips left yours far too soon, and you continued your search for the keys even more frantically than you had started it. Needless to say, it didn’t work: these damn keys were nowhere to be found.

“Sy, help,” you laughed as you handed him your bag. He found them within seconds and opened the door.

Sy leaned against the door, causing it to fall shut. He didn’t do anything, didn’t try anything, he just stood there, quiet and still, waiting for you to take any kind of initiative.

“I’m scared,” you whispered as you took one step closer to him.

“Scared or nervous?” he asked. You could tell from the look in his eyes that it made an immense difference to him to keep these two apart in this type of scenario.

“Nervous,” you stammered. It wasn’t a lie, despite them being the worst nerves you had ever dealt with.

“So am I,” he replied. The smile on his face was genuine and sweet. You could see he was telling the truth, although there was no doubt a big difference between the amount of nerves he felt compared to what you were going through. He reached for your hand, and you let him guide you to the living room. He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you there, waiting for him to come back. Your couch had never been this uncomfortable. Sy returned from the kitching holding a beer in one hand and an iced tea – or ‘sweet tea’, if you wanted to avoid another half hour lecture from Jules – in the other. You almost dropped the glass when he handed it to you and cursed your butter fingers and dumb nerves. He just sat down and turned the TV on, looking far more at ease on your couch than you did right now, which put you on edge even more. There wasn’t a single part of your body that wasn’t trembling, your was brain going back and forth between your desire to kiss him and the desire to send him home, and on top of that you wondered why he didn’t do anything. Did you even want him to? You sure weren’t going to… Maybe he didn’t want to push you? He was going to wait a long time if he expected you to take the first step… Eventually, you lifted your glass to your lips to take another sip of your drink, only to find out you had finished it. You were still shaking as you set your glass back down on the coffee table.

“Darlin’, c’mere.” He put an arm on the back of the couch, inviting you to sit closer to him. Somehow, being close to him made you feel less nervous. Sy made you feel safe. Nothing was going to happen to you as long as you were close to him. You let out a sigh and nestled into his side, humming contently as his arm moved from the couch to your shoulder. This was good. This felt right. His fingers drew patterns on the skin of your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The movements weren’t pressing, it wasn’t an attempt at anything other than being there with you and stroking your arm. You were sure you would never be able to put into words how much you appreciated that, even if you spent the rest of your life trying.

It was almost ten when you felt Sy move. For a moment you were afraid he was going to get up and leave, and you panicked a bit. It was a much stronger reaction than you felt was necessary, but you really didn’t want him to leave.

“Sy,” you said softly, looking up at him. He was looking back at you, his eyes asking you to continue. “Why are you nervous?” You felt stupid for asking as soon as the words were out, but there was no taking them back now.

“All that talk about makin’ this special…” he chuckled softly, “now I gotta make good on that promise. Don’t want ya to think I’m all talk…” Despite what he was saying, there was no hint of any insecurities in his eyes. Sy looked completely calm. You told him as much.

“I mostly am,” he replied, “got some experience to help shut these nerves up.” You’d expected to hate any reference to his experience, but you didn’t. None of that mattered right now, he was here. He was with you. He was yours.

“Sy,” you said slowly, “I need you to take the lead.” It wasn’t a lie, even though you still hated to admit to needing anyone. You let out a small, soft, nervous little laugh, and you couldn’t keep it from trembling a little, but it was enough. He pulled you into his lap the same way he’d done the week before, straddling his thighs, although he was a little quicker to put a hand on your ass this time around. When he tried to wink, you couldn’t contain another laugh. This one was louder and more comfortable. Sy smiled at you, you smiled back. From the outside, this probably looked really stupid, but as a part of it, it was a lovely and intimate moment. If only it ended and changed into something more… But it didn’t. Neither of you moved.

“One of us is going to have to do it,” you heard yourself say.

“Don’t gotta tell me, Sugar, but I…” You knew exactly what he was trying to say. You couldn’t. He couldn’t. But why – the fuck – not? You knew what you were hung up on, but what was his problem? Was he more nervous than he led on? Did he think you didn’t want this? Did he not want this? Fuck!

“Fuck,” you cried out in frustration, anger, maybe sadness, “why is this happening? This is bullshit! I want you, Sy, literally so bad. I want to kiss you. I want you to kiss me. Why can’t we…” Sy’s mouth crashed into yours, swallowing up the last of your sentence. Whatever you were going to say didn’t matter, it was obsolete, forgotten. Lips parted, tongues met, danced, retreated. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, making you moan, turning the sound into a whimper when he bit into it softly. You wrapped an arm around his neck, your hand at the back of his head, pulling him closer to you, the other wrapped around his chest, stroking his back. He moaned softly into your mouth when your nails softly scraped his scalp, down to the nape of his neck. He explored every part of your body he could get his hands on in this position, kneading the flesh of your ass, your hips, your sides, your thighs, leaving every bit of you he touched burning, longing, waiting…

Your thoughts were racing and your heart seemed to try to catch up to them. Weirdly enough, you weren’t worried or nervous anymore, just hopelessly in love and very, very turned on. Your only complaint at this time was that there wasn’t more of Sy touching more of you. Every inch of you was screaming for him, begging for him, pleading with every ounce of your being that he would never leave… And then he was gone.

Heavy hands pressed firmly down onto your shoulders and held you at a distance. It was a while before you dared to open your eyes, afraid you wouldn’t find him in front of you when you did, but when you finally looked, he was there. Half-smiling his way through a pained look and frown, trying to catch his breath. The pressure on your shoulders disappeared as his hands moved up to capture your face in between them. Sy gently pulled you towards him, until you were close enough for him to press a sweet kiss on your forehead before leaning his brow against yours. A warm chuckle escaped his throat.

“Y’alright, baby?” he asked in between heavy breaths. A hum and a nod were all you could manage. Sy spent another minute catching his breath while his hands softly traveled up and down your thighs, before picking you up in the same way he had the week before and carrying you off to the same destination.

You frowned when Sy pulled away after he put you down on the bed, but you were pleased to see he din’t go far. He was sitting right there, on his knees in between your legs, with your thighs draped over his. More importantly; he was taking his shirt off, which made you feel all kinds of ways, but the only way you could articulate it was: ‘yay’. Since there was no way you were supposed to say that out loud, you fought the urge to blurt it out and ended up moaning instead. Close enough. You were barely aware of your own fingers reaching for the hem of your own top until your necklace got stuck when you tried to pull it over your head. Sy was quick to help you untangle everything, even though it was hard for him. Those fingers were definitely made for far less refined work. When his hands moved towards the clasp of your bra, you stopped him. Sy looked at you questioningly – and sad, pouting even, which was adorable – but you shook your head. It wasn’t every day that you put on matching underwear – especially for a man – and he was at least going to see it, dammit, even if he didn’t give a damn about these things. It had been one of Julie’s little confidence boosting tips – she had even helped you justify the strategic acquisition of a new, possibly slightly outrageously expensive set. Sy was suspiciously quick to put two and two together when you refused his attempt to take your bra off, and his fingers tentatively moved toward the waistband of your jeans, a question burning in his eyes: ‘May I?’. You couldn’t look into his eyes as you answered. Instead, you turned your head away and whispered your answer very softly. You glanced in his direction from the corner of your eyes as he took your pants off.

You were going to have to ask Julie if that lovely tip of hers had been solely for the purpose of boosting your confidence, or if she’d secretly known what his reaction was going to be like, but either way you’d need to thank her. Sy’s eyes went wide when he looked at the pale blue lace contraption that kept you from being completely exposed. You shivered when his hands reached for your hips, pinching softly before trailing down your thighs. His hands felt good on your skin; a little rough, but you could tell he was trying to be gentle, and they were warm, which was more than you could say of the air in the room. Your next shiver came from the realization that it was, in fact, quite cold, which was more than apparent from the the way your nipples poked through the material of your underwear.

It caused you to feel an overwhelming urge to hide, but Sy didn’t let you.

“Don’t…” he said, his voice breaking up. He cleared his throat before continuing. “Sugar, don’t hide. You’re beautiful.”

The heat of his body fixed the problem you were having with the cold when he leaned over you to press his lips to yours again. The kiss started off slow, almost casual, before he deepened it and the intensity from before returned instantly. You ran the fingers of one hand through his beard while the other rested on his back, making subtle attempts to pull him closer to you. Eventually, he gave in and closed the remaining space between your bodies, only to move away near immediately. You whined when his lips left yours, wondering why he had to stop kissing you all of a sudden. It had been nice. Stopping wasn’t a good idea – it was a terrible one, in fact. Then why was he doing it? Your questions were answered when you heard the metal of his belt buckle and you gasped. It turned into a chuckle when you watched Sy take off his own jeans in such a hurry that it only slowed him down.

“Laughing at me, are ya, Sugar?” He laughed as he fell back on top of you, catching himself in time to keep from crushing you underneath his body. His lips found yours fleetingly before traveling to your ear, and from there down your neck to your cleavage. Sy couldn’t hide his enthusiasm as he turned his attention to your boobs, kneading them, grazing his fingers over your nipples, making you writhe and moan as his mouth explored the exposed skin of your chest. One hand made its way around your back, unhooking your bra with impressive ease.

“It’s really goddamn pretty, baby, but I want to see you,” he murmured softly against your skin as he unwrapped your breasts – ‘unwrapped’ being an apt descriptor, because Sy looked like a kid on Christmas while he did it… That man was absolutely crazy about your boobs.

“Dammit, Sugar, you look so fucking good,” Sy growled before flicking his tongue over your nipple as he ground his hips into yours. He was hard, and you were suddenly painfully aware of how little fabric currently separated him from you. You couldn’t stop moving as Sy continued his eager attack on your chest, the need to relieve the scalding desire between your legs was too big, too pressing.

“Fuck,” you gasped when teeth fleetingly grazed the pebbled flesh of your nipple, “Sy, please.” Where you found the courage; no idea. Somehow you managed to push Sy’s hand down to your stomach, where he suddenly held still, drawing patterns on your skin. His mouth left your breast alone and worked its way back up to yours, kissing you gently before moving towards your ear. His waiting made you even more restless, and your writhing became more and more desperate with every passing second. Sy chuckled, the sound was warm and sweet in your ear and sent little jolts of electricity straigt down to your burning core. You pushed at his hand again, begging Sy to finally provide you with the friction you craved.

“You’re an eager li’l thing, ain’t ya?” he whispered. The sound of his voice in your ear was magical – which only made things worse for you – but what he said made you a bit nervous. Eager… Was that a good thing? Did he mean too eager? And why were you overthinking this instead of enjoying what was going on? The feeling of his hand sliding further down your stomach until his hand cupped your mound was enough to stop your negative thoughts in their tracks and send them all the way to hell.

“Want me to go on?” You couldn’t even focus on answering while two of his fingers teased you by very lightly drumming a lazy rhythm on your swollen clit.

“Please,” you blurted out, “stop teasing, just…” You were practically sobbing at this point, begging to be touched.

“You best take those off, Sugar,” he laughed in reply to your plea, “I don’t think I can do it without fuckin’ ‘em up.” Your panties were off and on the floor before he’d even finished that sentence. For the love of God, could he just fucking touch you already? You fell back into his arms with an aggravated sigh, the end of which was drowned out by Sy’s grunt when he dragged a finger through your wet folds.

“Fuck, Sugar,” he growled in your ear, “such a wet goddamn pussy.” His voice was that of a man entirely drunk on lust – and somehow you found that empowering? You were startled when Sy gently pushed his finger into your core. He was being careful, keeping a close eye on your reaction to see if he wasn’t hurting you or anything of the sort. It didn’t hurt; it felt good. Not the kind of good that would make you cum, but it was definitely nice. A second finger slipped into you with just as much ease, making you feel even better, but at the same time more desperate for the release you still weren’t getting. You couldn’t hold back the gasps, sighs or moans as Sy pumped his thick fingers slowly in and out of your pussy, searching your walls for a spot you knew existed in theory, but had never found. When he pulled his fingers out, you whined, wondering why the fuck he stopped, and you looked at him, frowning deeply. Of course he was looking back at you, chuckling at your anger.

“Sweetheart, I meant it when I said I wanted to take good care of ya,” Sy said softly in between kisses as he made his way down your neck, in between your breasts, down your stomach. His kisses left a wet trail in their wake, which made you shiver as it came into contact with the chilly air. “Will you let me?"

Fuck, he was cute when he licked his lips. And when he bit it. That didn’t make you less nervous, but it drove you wild enough to nod without giving it any thought. The real nerves hit you again when you saw his face in between your legs and it dawned on you what he was about to do… Whether he saw the hesitation in your eyes or the way you shaped up to stop him, you had no idea, but before you could say anything, his low growl stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Fuck, baby, you look fucking amazing,” he rasped, “such a pretty pussy.” Two of his fingers teased at your entrance, making you whine in a plea for more. Sy chuckled when he slipped them into you with ease.

“So fucking wet for me, can’t wait to taste ya.” He said the words so eagerly that you couldn’t doubt that he was speaking the truth, which settled the majority of your nerves. The rest vanished when his tongue hit your clit. The feeling consumed you completely; there was absolutely nothing else in this moment than Sy’s tongue working the sensitive little pearl between your legs. Fuck this was good. He was good – not that you had anything to compare him to, but still. All of your attention was forced into focusing on what he was doing. His fingers sliding in and out of your throbbing heat, his tongue flicking and occasionally sucking on your clit, his free hand reaching up to your chest… All of it caused the pressure inside you to build, higher and higher until you finally snapped. You felt your walls clench around Sy’s fingers as your hips twitched uncontrollably while you rode out your high on his tongue before collapsing. When you heard him laugh, you looked down. Something in those eyes was cooking up the devious plan to put you through that again, but there was no way you could handle that. First of all because ow, sensitive? And second of all because you needed something else from him. Something your entire body begged for. You reached for his face to pull him back up to you, crushing your mouth against his in a frantic – and very wet – kiss. To your surprise, it didn’t bother you to taste yourself on his lips; if anything it added to your arousal. Most of the restraint he had shown you before was gone – his kiss was the epitome of unbridled desire that matched yours so effortlessly it was almost scary. There was no doubt in your mind that you needed this man as close to you as humanly possible, sooner rather than later.

“Sy,” you gasped into his mouth whenever you saw the chance to speak, “I need you.” He growled in reply. “Now.” You’d never had your body scream so hard for something it had never experienced before, it was remarkable if you thought about it – which you would… later… But definitely not now, no, now was the time for unhinged lust and unfamiliar urges, and angrily mourning Sy’s withdrawal only to find he was taking care of the last bit of clothing he was wearing. Now was the time to take a look at him naked, only to come to the conclusion that your dreams hadn’t been doing him any kind of justice… The reality was far more impressive than anything your mind had managed to come up with so far. Now was the time to stare at Sy, your eyes wide with fear and your mouth open in suprise, and for him to kiss you softly on the tip of your nose before reassuring you that everything would be fine.

He looked around for something, impatiently and frantically and with increasing frustration very apparent in his behavior. You looked at him questioningly.

“Condoms are in my bag,” and that bag was still by your front door…

“I think I still have some,” you said. It would be hard to find any time in your life you’d looked through your nightstand so eagerly before. After some time, you found what you were looking for.

“Of course,” you sighed. They were fucking expired. Good going… You were astounded by your own lack of preparation. The time it took Sy to get to the hall and back was just enough to build up your nerves all over again. This was happening. It was really happening… Some of the excitement was pushed back by nerves. You had seen what you were dealing with, but your brain could in no way make sense of the logistics. There was just no way that was ever going to fit. You were so caught up in freaking out that you hadn’t heard Sy return and you first noticed his presence when he put a hand on your hip.

“Baby, you okay?” There was genuine concern in his eyes. You smiled and nodded, unable to speak. You were so ready for this, but so scared it was going to hurt.

“Talk to me, Sugar,” he said as he put a hand to the side of your face and gently brushed your cheekbone with his thumb. The longer he looked at you, the harder it became to keep your bottom lip from trembling.

“I don’t want it to hurt,” you whispered. You put your hand over his and squeezed it.

“It won’t,” Sy reassured you. “Trust me, breathe, talk to me, ‘kay?” Your nod was careful and quick. The lump in your throat didn’t disappear when you swallowed and your muscles tensed up when you felt the tip of Sy’s cock against your core. Sy chuckled when he noticed and he kissed you softly.

“That’s what’s gonna make it uncomfortable, Sweetheart, ya gotta relax.” It was easier said than done, but his kiss and the soft kindness he showed you in everything he did helped a lot. Everything went well for a bit, until it didn’t. Sy saw the discomfort on your face and stopped moving. His mouth found yours, and he pulled you into a tender kiss, moving his lips against yours softly, calmly and at a gentle pace. He carefully took advantage of the moment he no longer felt your walls clench hard around him, inching himself further into you as you moaned into his mouth. The feeling of your walls stretched tight around his cock to accommodate all of it was surreal. It felt good - so fucking good, if you didn’t know any better you’d say it was magic.

For a moment you were busy with all the things you were feeling, and not concerned with Sy at all, until you heard him moan into your mouth.

“Can I move?” His voice was hoarse. “God, I wanna fuck your tight li’l pussy.” You moaned when he said it. It was strange to hear him talk like that, but it was so incredibly hot to hear how much he wanted you – and it made a part of you feel bad for not being as vocal as he was. The rhythm Sy settled on was slow and his thrusts were gentle. A bit too slow and gentle, maybe? The thought surprised you, but not more than the unconscious movements of your hips did. Without realizing it, you’d settled into the same rhythm, mirroring his movements so your hips met his with each thrust. Sy let his head hang next to yours and his moans and grunts and the feeling of his hot breath on your ear and in your neck drove you wild, which surprised you a little. Soon, you found yourself mirroring those noises as well, unable to keep quiet as Sy drove himself into your tight core time after time. It was as if he slowed down with every thrust – he didn’t – and your exasperation grew with every second as he stuck with the same agonizingly slow rhythm.

“Faster, please,” you moaned into his ear, and he was more than happy to oblige.

“Look at you, baby,” he growled in your ear as he picked up the pace,  “takin’ me so goddamn well.” His words made your head spin and you felt your walls clench around him as he said it. It was sweet, it was nice, but it was also something else entirely you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Your own moans and squeals mingled with his low grunts and growls as he sank into you with harsh, short thrusts that made you feel so good you could just about cry. Your senses were overwhelmed by all the different sensations; the feeling of Sy’s cock, vigorously pumping into you, filling you completely with every thrust of his hips; your skin, damp with sweat, exposed to the cool air; the sounds of skin against skin and Sy growling in your ear, mixed with the sounds of your own pleasure; the strangely arousing smell of sweat and… sex; the look on Sy’s face as every move he made pulled him closer and closer to the finish; and finally the salty taste of Sy’s skin that hit your tongue as you sank your teeth into his shoulder when his final thrusts were almost painfully erratic.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Sugar,” he laughed apologetically as he held you close for a moment. You winced at the feeling of emptiness when he pulled out of you and left your walls clenching around nothing. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before moving away, disappearing from the room to handle the necessary clean-up. Maybe the cold came a little too abruptly, maybe it would have happened all the same if he’d stayed close to you for a little longer, in any case, a slight fit of panic set in. Sy couldn’t have been gone for more than two minutes, and when he returned he found you curled up on the covers, shivering and staring into space.

“Sugar, are you okay?” His hands were warm on your skin. It was nice.

“Tired,” you answered with a slight chuckle as the panic disappeared with every stroke of his hands. Everything was better now that he was here. “A bit overwhelmed…” That was probably not a weird thing, right? Sy sat next to you on the bed and gathered you up into his arms. It drew your attention to the sweat and… other fluids… you were covered with.

“And sticky,” you blurted out before you realized it. You somehow managed to laugh at that. In fact, you both laughed at that.

“You can go take a shower if you want?” Sy suggested. It was a great idea, but there was no way you were going to let go of him, and you told him that.

“Are you tellin’ me to come with ya?” Sy grinned and instead of rolling your eyes at him, you grinned back. Apparently, he took that as a yes, because he threw you over his shoulder while he muttered ‘don’t gotta tell me twice’ and carried you off to the bathroom.

“Wait!” you yelled when Sy wanted to drag you into the shower. He looked at you, one eyebrow raised inquisitively. You pointed at your hair before finding a scruncie and tying it up. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that that wasn’t much of an explanation for a man with more hair on his chest than on top of his head. “I can’t go to sleep with wet hair, it’s really bad for your hair.”

“Never knew,” Sy said. Something was clearly amusing to him, but you were too tired to question it. “Now, c’mere, Sugar, I wanna get to bed.” Sy’s strong arms combined with warm water were exactly what you needed right now to wind down and process everything that had happened tonight.

It was a good thing you had Sy with you, because it gave you something to lean against when your legs didn’t feel like it anymore, and someone to carry you back to bed when the time came.

“So, this is taking proper care of your woman, Sy?” you chuckled as you snuggled as close to him as possible. “Sugar, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

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RAP:PUBLIC Ep.6 Part 1 Thoughts

Back with commentary for ep.6

Hash Swan's hoodie/vest is from Ash Island's, X:Ordinary clothing line! Cute!

They were trying to figure out who Drain K looks like so they can tease him lol. He looks like multiple people out together for me. It's hard to put a finger on it lol

Drain K looks so much smaller offstage. I guess his stage presence in the Block Breaker mission made him look bigger to me.

8 v 5 now: the devil outfits were cute. It was extra but they were having fun lol. 99 are dope! They are good rappers + have good performance/energy but something is missing for me. I think it doesn't go with the instrumental that well. It doesn't enhance the song. And please get Daniel Jikal's ass off the floor. No hitting the crybaby! That move has always been so awkward to me lol

OK team 5 also doesn't fit the instrumental that well either. Everybody had to write and practice these songs in a REALLY short amount of time so I think I should just lower my expectations.

I think the teams are pretty neck and neck but it seems like the rappers are enjoying team 5 better. Personally, I think team 5 is better rap wise. However, the energy in the performance is lacking compared to Block 8.

I think I'd vote Block 5. And yeah they won.

Dommiu is so pretty! (I think I might have already said this in another thoughts post. I'll stop saying it now. Random ass side note, I followed her on IG today lol)

Block 5 seems weirdly unsure of themselves. They are such a solid block. The imposter syndrome is real! Of course, going on a show like this is gonna exacerbate that even without trying. So I get it.

Block 6 vs Block 7:

Oh shit. I never even considered the fact that members who switch teams can give intel on the old team if they wanted to. It's obvious though tbh.

Is Marv's hair more platinum now or am I trippin?

OK so I can kinda see Chaboom and Marv 's perspective. From Chaboom's end, he doesn't want to keep putting the same people in. If it keeps happening, they can feel as if the team sees them as expendable. This could lead to them going to another team. Also, we have seen that putting the strongest rappers in the deathmatch is (or can be) somewhat advantageous since they'll have the highest liklihood of coming back. This means you won't lose any members.

On Marv's side, he feels like he's been doing well so why put him (and other high performers) at risk of elimination? Numbers aren't always as important as having a strong team. They earned their spot so why give them no benefit in return? This is ALSO a way to lose members because the high performing members could also get resentful and defect to another team.

Chaboom ends up agreeing with Marv and tells the team he will basically choose based on merit/skill level. I understand Chaboom's dilemma and him wanting to be nice/save everyone, but this IS a competition. Some teams will have no choice but to put in their strongest members for elimination (block 8 and block 5 for exampe since they already had members be eliminated). There's definitely people on other teams that can beat out any Block 7 member. It's risky.

Mckdaddy comes in strong. Very clear, clean, and strong. Kohway and Kaogaii do as well. It fits the instrumental a lot better. I think this team will win. Gwangil Jo is great too. Everybody killed this round. The hook has the other rappers in the crowd singing along too. I think they'll win.

Judging in advance: I don't think 7 will be as cohesive as Block 6. They all practiced separately.

Should I be petty or judge Owen neutrally? I'll just say nothing lol

Marv messes up. It's over. Foggy does too. The hook isn't terrible but not as good as the block 6. Its a bit TOO repetitive. Yeah, it's over. I think Block 6 won.

Yeah block 6 won.

Marv is a little bullheaded right now. Owen is being the voice of reason?!?

Chaboom's analysis was perfect. I think Marv is just disappointed with himself.

Owen is lowkey pressing Marv. Marv won't back down either! I think Owen is being aggressive. His body language, tone, and saying things like "What did I just say?" I get that Owen is the elder (in age and career seniority) and Korean society has that whole elder respect thing. At the end of they day, Marv is still a grown ass man. He obviously won't appreciate being talked to as if he is Owen's child. Owen's not even the leader! It'd be different if it was Chaboom. Even then, Chaboom seems like he has better communication. More respectful but still assertive. He probably would have approached it better. I don't think Owen would have appreciated someone talking to him that way.

Marv took it well. But somehow my blood is boiling on his behalf. Maybe it's just cause it's Owen tbh. I won't deny my own bias lol

Aww Marv is crying. I wanna give him a hug. All the younger rappers are gonna be crying this season.

Now it's the other half of Block 6 vs the same members of Block 5.

Okay guys. I actually REALLY wanna keep watching but it's already so late. I gotta go be a ReSpONsIbLE aDUlT and sleep so I can work tomorrow but I'll be back soon! (Stopping at ~48 minutes)