#was NOT expecting to be hit right out of the gate with this but im not going to complain

[halorocks1214]

looked up "lesbian video game characters from 1987" and found an instant win in my book

[image id: A screenshot of a Wikipedia page with the date "1988" on the left with a video game title "Caper in the Castro" to its right. Next to the title are the names of video game characters Tracker McDyke, a lesbian, and Tessy LaFemma, a gay drag queen. end image id.]

[ohthewh0rror]

NOVEMBER.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — A sneak peak into a random day with your boyfriend.

Pairing: Tom R. x Reader / Matteo R. X Reader / Theo Nott x Reader / Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

TOM R.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, giving yourself one final look over. Finding nothing out of place, you stood there and just stared at your reflection for a minute. Today was always difficult for you, a day you both dreaded and looked forward to. Today was the second Saturday of the month, the day you reserved for visiting your little sister's grave. It’s a tradition you’ve held since she passed away 3 years ago.

For a long time you didn’t tell Tom about what you did, not wanting anyone else there while you grieved, but you finally came clean last week. Tom was someone you were very serious about and it was time he knew, you didn’t invite him, and you doubt he remembered, so you didn’t have any expectations of him going with you.

Still, it hurt a little that he wasn’t there. You knew his job took up a lot of his time, but you were hoping he’d make an excuse to leave for the day and be there for you. Swallowing your disappointment, you apparated to your family cemetery, just outside the gates. As the world came into focus you saw that you weren’t alone. There stood Tom, flowers in hand, waiting outside the gates for you. You walked up to him, tears already threatening to cloud your vision.

“You remembered…” your voice trailed off, biting the inside of your cheek to try and keep your composure. Tom gave you a slight smile, holding his hand out for you to take, “of course I remembered, it’s important to you, so now it’s important to me too.”

Taking his hand, you walked in with him, beginning to tell him about her.

DRACO M.

“Give me my shirt back,” Draco's voice sounded defeated as you held the shirt hostage behind your back. I knew this game wouldn’t last long, Draco was much taller, and though you hated to admit it, faster than you as well. Despite being at a disadvantage you couldn’t help but want to tease him.

Was it really so bad to want your shirtless boyfriend to chase after you? You didn’t think so.

“Y/N…” there was a warning in the way he said your name. A warning that you were in for it if you didn’t return his shirt. But, instead of scaring you, his voice sent a thrill up your spine. Your heart raced as you bit your lip, anticipating what was in store for you. You shook your head no, and took a slow step back.

Draco stared at you for a beat before rushing towards you. A high-pitched squeal left you as you turned, bolting towards the door. You’d only made it two feet out the door of his dorm when Draco’s arms wrapped around your waist, flinging you over his shoulder. “N-no! Put me down!” You exclaimed through hysterical laughter, fist hitting his back.

“You had your chance to do the right thing,” Draco told you, walking back into his dorm, the door slamming shut and locking behind the two of you.

MATTHEO R.

Mattheo wasn’t sure what to say to you that wouldn’t further piss you off. He knew you didn’t like when he let his jealousy cause issues, especially on nights that were supposed to be for going out and having a good time. But, when he returned with your drinks and saw a nameless wizard flirting with you, all he felt was the flames of red-hot anger sizzling away any rational thoughts he had.

Mattheo kept his cool as walked up to the two of you. He could tell the wizard was annoyed by his interruption, but the man didn’t say anything to him. Mattheo set your drink down in front of you before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Mattheo could see you about to say something as soon as he pulled away, but before you got the chance to try and ease Mattheo’s anger, he had picked his own drink up, throwing it in the man’s face.

Tightening his grip on the heavy glass mug, while the man was temporarily blinded by alcohol, Mattheo swung and hit the man in the face. The man cried, falling back onto his ass, grabbing his face. Immediately, Mattheo was on top of the man, mug gone, settling on hitting him with his fist. Mattheo heard you yelling for him to stop, before he felt a spell hit his shoulder, knocking him off the man.

Now, after being kicked out and forced to calm down, Mattheo busied himself kicking rocks as you two walked to an apparation point. “Why did you have to do that, Mattheo?!” You sounded pissed, but at least you were talking to him now. “Because he had the audacity to flirt with my wife!” Mattheo exclaimed, trying to defend himself. You stopped, a look of disbelief on your face, “mattheo…really? We aren’t even married.”

“Yet.” Mattheo mumbled, not being able to bring himself to look at you, instead busing himself with pebbles again. You scoffed, walking off, leaving behind.

“Y/N! Wait!”

THEO N.

Theo was a big baby when he was sick. He didn’t get sick often, but you truly hated when it did happen. He was clingy and whiny, wanting all your attention. Which is how you ended up in bed with a sick Theo.

There was no doubt you were going to be sick tomorrow, Theo’s long limbs entangled with yours under the sheets. His head, clammy and hot to the touch resting on your chest, as you played with his soft brown hair. You felt bad as you heard his chest rattling with every breath. “Do you need anything?” You asked him, your voice barely above a whisper. Theo looked at you, chin resting on your chest, “can I have a kiss?”.

It took everything in you not to laugh in his face. That’s really what he wanted? No potion, no water, no soup, but instead a kiss? This man was something else. “Baby, I don’t want to get sick myself,” you told him. Though, you both knew that you were already doomed. Theo laid his head back down on your chest, but his head craned backwards, his lips puckered.

Tapping his puckered lips, teasing you, he waited for you to plant a kiss on him. You let out a laugh in disbelief, but gave in, giving him peck. Content, he cuddled back into you, falling asleep.

He’s lucky you love him.

[okkotsyui]

˗ˏˋ BAEK DOHWA . | relationship hcs and scenarios

being in a relationship with baek dohwa is anything but easy. if its not his endless teasing, its the jealous fangirls. if its not them, then its the constant questioning from others about your relationship

to put it simply, it was hard work

but then, nothing worthwhile was ever simple and straightforward, and there was never a day where you didnt feel loved and appreciated by dohwa, so it worked out perfectly fine. if you believed in soulmates, then you wholeheartedly thought that baek dohwa was yours, and you were his.

the two of you met through sooae, as she was a mutual friend between you both. she had introduced you two and all of you, including eunhyeok, had started hanging out more often

however, sooae started to 'conveniently' bail on days where the four of you had planned to go out, and began to drag eunhyeok with her, leaving dohwa and you alone. during these times, the two of you began to spend more time with each other, resulting in a stronger 'friendship' between you and him. you two quickly became the other's best friend, and could always be seen next to each other

(literally the embodiment of best friends to lovers)

however, as expected, there was backlash to your friendship with dohwa. almost daily, you had random girls coming up to the two of you and bothering you and him, always causing some sense of awkwardness even after they had left. the fact that you may have started crushing on your best friend didnt help either, jealousy always brewing inside you whenever some other girl took his attention away. it wasnt ideal to like someone who only saw you as their best friend, but it couldnt be helped. practically nobody was immune to his 'charm'

unknown to you, on the other hand, was that dohwa had been feeling the same as you had been. keeping his own feelings under wraps was difficult, even for someone like him. every hug, head pat .. any form of affection that the two of you shared had his head spinning and stomach flipping. also, whenever you interacted with a guy that wasnt him, especially someone like eunhyeok, all dohwa felt was a wave of jealousy. dohwa had never truly felt like this for anyone before, and he had absolutely no idea what to do about it. confessing was nearly out of the question. sure, he received almost a dozen a day and he knew how to kindly shut people down, but he didnt know how to actually do it himself

you two were completely oblivious to the other, and it drove sooae and eunhyeok insane. in the end, eunhyeok managed to convince dohwa to "grow some fucking balls and confess", suggesting that he slip you a note during class before his confession

it was the last period of the day - mathematics. you could barely keep your eyes open and your head laid against your desk. closing your heavy eyelids, you were about to fall asleep when you felt a scrunched up piece of paper hit the side of your head. groaning, you sat up and turned to your right, glaring at dohwa, who had thrown the note at you. taking the paper in your hands, you unfolded the note and read its contents,

'meet me by the gate after school'

was all it read. you turned to face dohwa with a confused expression on your face, but he was already facing the teacher again, seeming to be unaware of your stare. sighing , you put the paper into your skirt pocket and waited for the class to end

half an hour later, you walked out of your class and down towards the shoe lockers, changing out of your slippers into your outdoor shoes, and made your way to where dohwa had asked you to meet him. dohwa was stood next to the school gate, phone in hand. as you approached him, you noticed that his facial expression was different from its normal relaxed state - he looked nervous. making your way to his side, you prodded his shoulder, eliciting a small jump from the male before he realised that it was you

"well, im here. did you need something?" you asked your best friend, slightly curious as to why he wanted to see you here instead of the two of you walking home as per usual. "yeah, i kinda wanted to tell you something.." he trailed off, shoving his now turned-off phone in his pocket before averting his gaze from your face. "for the past few months, i guess that .. uh", he hid his reddened face in his hand, "well, i like you. a lot, and not in a friend way" dohwa finished, now reduced to a embarrassed and blushing state. your face mimicked his own, cheeks flushed and the tips of your ears tinted a bright red. wrapping your arms around his torso, you hid your face in his chest, muttering out your own confession. dohwa smiled at your words, leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of your head, holding your body in his arms

dohwa as a boyfriend is quite similar to how he was as a best friend; nothing much changed about him. except now, he was much more affectionate and very open about it

you could be talking with your friends during breaks between classes and you would feel arms snaking around your waist, and dohwas face in your neck, pressing gentle kisses down your shoulder. your friends would greet him and just continue the conversation, already used to his affection towards you

even the teachers eventually found out, and would coo whenever they saw the two of you together, even nudging each other when they saw dohwa carrying your bag or bringing you a bouquet of flowers at the beginning of the day during independent study. all of your shared teachers had secretly bet on the possibility of the two of you dating, and were some of your biggest supporters not that they were allowed to mention anything though..

thankfully, your parents also approved of your relationship with dohwa, already knowing him very well from all the times that he would stay over your place. they both thought that dohwa treated you well, and even your father treated him like a son. if you have siblings, it doesnt matter if theyre older or younger, dohwa would ensure to spend time with them and maintain a positive relationship with the entirety of your family

arguments between the two of you were extremely rare, as you both understood each other well. but if they did occur, apologies followed soon after and it was almost a rule that you wouldnt go to bed angry with each other, always finding a resolution to whatever had happened. the following morning, dohwa would always buy you breakfast from your favourite bakery and give you an item off of your wishlist as a further apology from the argument, especially if he had been the one in the wrong

your relationship with dohwa was next to perfect, with all of your friends using you two as the 'perfect relationship mould' for their future partners. there was balance in the relationship and you ensured to always have enough time for each other if either one of you were out with your friends for the day. what was the most important thing, however, was that he loved you and you loved him, something that couldnt ever be changed.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

*grabs the Vanguard Vaggie idea and scuttles back under her goblin rug*

OKAY BUT

Imagine, like after they retreat back to heaven, the other exorcists...start talking. They start talking *behind Lute's back*.

At first it's pain and bitterness and betrayal at Vaggie fighting them. 'How could she do this? How could she hurt us?!'

Then, maybe during some hit and run nonsense that Lute has them doing, the conversation shifts. They start noticing that Vaggie doesnt go for the kill unless she has to. Doesn't maim. She always gives them the chance to run, to go home... And they start talking. They talk about those better times with the Vanguard. They wonder aloud why she fights for hell. And maybe, just maybe, they talk about how they miss her. They miss Vaggie. They miss having that feeling of her looking out for them.

I wonder how long it might take for one of them to linger. To lower their weapon. To take off their mask.

Even then, it takes a long time for the first exorcist to *stay* after they should have retreated. For them to ask for a place to stay. But as more and more start to come to Vaggie, to the *Vanguard*, and ask for a home...charlie cant help but be grinning as she holds Vaggie's hand.

ayyyyeeeeeee!!!!

what if there was that slooooow realization that when Vaggie was around, their vanguard, they all felt more like a team together. she liked things done Right and done Well- wasn't bothered with competing- took training and exterminations Seriously- kept them all sharp sure but also turned something that was just Adam's shits and giggles, just a GAME, into a purpose and a duty again. something to be proud of and do their BEST at (while still having fun)

so yeah when Adam and Lute come back with her halo saying she's sided with hell, betrayed them all, damned herself and gets to rot there with them- there's that anger. oh they HATE her for doing that-

because they miss her

and things were better, they all felt better, when she'd been around, and that's gone now and it's her fault

or adam and lute say so anyway

can you IMAGINE in this au, the shift when Lute 1v1s Vaggie... and doesn't come back to heaven with her head?? DOESN't beat her? and Adam's DEAD?

and so are so many of them actually- dead exorcists that vaggie helped kill, that vaggie helped fight off

why?

three years her being in hell and she'd never fought any of them or hurt any of her sisters when they came flying down- (and she COULD have) (used to be one of the BEST after all) it's only when they're sent after her HOME that she fights, almost as if-

as if killing isn't what she wants to do anymore, if she can help it

thats. not the same as turning against them. not the same as her siding with hell- even so lute and adam still wanted her dead, and even then, she'd let lute LIVE...

is that weakness and betrayal?

but she's not weak, if lute couldn't kill her. and she never killed any of them until they came after her. is that still betrayal?

or is it something else

is there anything kind of betrayal here. are they on the wrong side of it...

im not sure, if any of them would take off a mask willingly- risk hell-

i KNOW that even ONE moment of hesitation would get lute turning on them, just like she did with vaggie- worse maybe, now very aware of the danger of letting fallen angels live- HER mistake, not killing vaggie when she had the chance all those years ago

and if a wounded and abandoned exorcist staggered to the gate's of the hazbin hotel? if some of her other sisters went looking for her- KNOWING this time what the supposed 'betrayal' and 'sin' had been?

(a moment of hesitation)

(before one of them drops her weapon to knock on the hotel door)

yeah. they'd find charlie running to help them inside. probably already pulling out bandages- a demon with first aid gear in her pockets, always carried just in case, nothing like they were expecting-

they'd find their Vangaurd waiting there too, having gone ahead and made things safe for them to follow, just like always

that'd be pretty sweet

[dirtybitfic]

HALLOWSEVE

matt sturniolo fanfiction

contains ~ mask kink, party, drinking, smoking,running (you'll see what I mean), choking , slapping, (Nick names like ma baby slut and sir)SMUTTTTT

y/n pov~

I was getting ready to go to this party in a graveyard tonight.

you may be thinking why the actual fuck is someone throwing a party in a graveyard. Buuuuut that's a very normal in the small town I live in . Everybody's parents are either always home or they'll snitch if someone has a party without their parents knowing so we have all our partys in the graveyard.

the grave yard is on the west side of town which is the more rugged part most of the super hot bad boys with tattoos like on that side of town. my side of town is the more "proper" side . My parents expect me to get a's and b's always have a clean room and never do anything that will look bad and bring shame to their name.

I HATE MY FUCKING PARENTS like im just a girl who wants to go out have fun and make bad decisions from time to time so when hallows eve rolls around I get EXTRA fucking excited for the weekend.

This year im dressing chuckys bride Tiffani. I think the movies are a good laugh and I just love the makeup for it so it was an easy choice.

This is the entire outfit .

I had already put my dress on and decided to do some fake blood to spice up the look for some reason I feel really hot covered in blood.

I based my makeup on this look but just kept my normal eyebrows and drew them in black and shaped them a little thinner. I decided it was time to get my wig on.

My best friend Lena just got here so I went down to let her in and damn she looks so hot .

HEY BIIITCH

HEYYY YOU LOOK SO FUCKING HOT

YOU TOO ALL COVERED IN BLOOD AND SHIT

YOU DONT THINK ITS TOO MUCH

NO GIRL IT MAKES YOUR LOOK 10 TIMES HOTTER

OKAY GOOD LET ME GET MY STOCKINGS AND BOOTS ON THEN WE CAN START WALKING TO THE PART OKAY.

alright I'll wait in the living room.

okay ill just be a second

I went and threw on my stocking and boots and grabbed my pen and put it in my pocket in my jacket along with my phone.

Okay lets get going

we started walking and surprisingly the boots are easy and confortahbe to walk in so far . the walk is about 20 minutes.

we would drive but lena totaled her car last moth and since my parents are always gone on business trips they told me they didn't feel like buying me a car said it waisted their money. sooo yeah I don't have a car due to my parents greed. lovely right .

girl I can't wait to see the westside guys tonight.

same bitch same I need to see some men who actually have a personality and are hot all the guys on our side of town are boring

no for real they are bland and can't fuck for shit

I just know half these west side boys are crazy in bed

I bet they are dominant too

oooh bitch and if I see a man in a mask im jumping on his plain and simple

realest shit I've heard in weeks and trust girl if I see a man covered in tattoos with lights eyes and light hair he's mine plain and simple

you know I've always wanted to be fucked in a grave yard and chase through one and oh my god imagine a man dragging you into the crypts fuck that would be the best night of my life

fuckkk bitch that actually sounds like the actual hottest thing ever.

RIGHT LIKE DRAG ME DOWN THOSE STAIRS IN THE DARK AS I KICK AND SCREAM IN FEAR AS YOU DRAG ME BY MY HAIR AND THROW ME ON THE GROUND AS FUCK ME LIKE A SLUTTTT

damn girl you really need some dick tonight cause wow that was a lot

buuuuut I agree

hahah yeahhh that's if I can find a man worth my time you know im picky

yeah I know but hey I have a feeling this hallows eve is gonna be a good one

I fucking hope so

we start to get closer to the graveyard and start to hear faint music as we got closer

we got to the gates and saw a shit tone of people in the further back of the yard drinking and dancing the music was a lot louder now as we walked through the gates and over around the people who were dancing.

I pulled out my pen and took a couple hits handing it to lena to take a couple hits.

hey y/n I hear behind me I turn around to see its a guy from my chemistry class I don't remember his name and honestly I don't care to try .

umm hi

you look really hot I almost didn't recognize you

oh yeah what gave it away

your ass I could spot it from a mile away

oh how nice well if you'll excuse me i'm gonna go get a drink

oh um yeah okay we'll see you in class monday

mmhm yeah bye

I hate men like what the fuck you could have said my eyes or my hands or anything else but my fucking ass but noooo

I was walking over to the coolers the I spotted a tall man holding a ghost face mask in his hand talking to some other super hot guys .

they looked a bit older maybe early 20s but fuck me the one holding the mask is so hot i'm drooling . I bent over to grab a drink and he turned around looking at something deeper in the woods I followed his direction and saw a crypt slowly peep out of the shadows.

it looked so ominous and creepy which excited me but I looked back at him to find him starting at me .

I took a deep breathe as we made deep eye contact he started smirking at me and then made his way over to me I just stood here maintaining eye contact as a small smile crept onto my face.

I know I said I was picky but fuck the man is everything I want and more he's tall, blue eyes dark hair , a sexy ass smirk, and is covered in tattoos. He has a lure to him and im determined to find out what it is .

as he stands infant of me I have to look up to meet his gaze .

god his face looks like it was carved from the gods his jaw is so sharp and his cheekbones are so sculpted along with his very dead boy eye that drive me up a wall.

what's your name beautiful

I almost folded right then and there his voice is deep and demanding it send sock waves straight to my pussy.

y/n

it nice to meet you y/n

its nice to meet you too uuuh

matt

Matt its nice to meet you

so you in high school y/n

yep im a senior

nice nice so your like what 18

im a actually 19 I uh failed first grade

hmmm interesting

why is that interesting

it thought girls like you never failed anything so poised and perfect all the time

yeah well I guess it'll come as a shock to you im far from perfect and poised

oh really he says with a smirk

yep sure is

okay then what's the craziest thing you've done

I broke into my ex boyfriends house and smashed his car to pieces when I found out he was cheating on me

damn fiesty, I like that

yeah he messed with the wrong fucking bitch. most people think im little miss perfect when im actually just a psychotic mess

a very sexy psychotic mess

oh really

yeah princess this might come a shock but I don't normally talk to girls at these parties but there's something about you I just couldn't resist

as long as you don't say it was my ass well be good

why would I say it was your ass

ah some loser form one of my classes said the only reason he could tell I was me tonight was my ass because he could pick it out of a crowd pretty much

well that's objectifying

right like ew I mean yeah I know my ass is nice I mean I guess but why did he think that would make me like him

cause hes a little fucking high school boy

oh yeah so im guessing your not in high school anymore

nope graduated 2 years ago im 20

god I can't wait to be out of that hell whole and leave this town

yeah I get that small towns are meant for everyone

yeah its definitely not the place I wanna be living fir the rest of my life

same ... hey you wanna go for a walk go check out the crypts

id love too

he grabs my hand as we start walking further in the the grave yard I look back and see lena talking to one of his friends who I know is her type so she won't be missing me and I sure won't be missing her with Matt right next to me.

so you ever gonna it mask on matt

why do you want me too

maybe maybe not

I will later youll see

well that was kinda creepy wait your not taking me out her to murder me are you

no id never kill someone so beautiful it would be such a waste

I just looked up at him smiling at this point we already passed the first crypt he had been eyeing earlier and were so far form he party the music is no longer in ear shot.

the only sound is the leaves crunching under our feet and the cicadas its slightly creepy but it also has me becoming a bit turned on .

I sigh as I see flashes of Matt chasing me in his mask and dragging me into a crypt and fucking my brains out

what is that pretty little mind of yours thinking right now princess

what oh uhhh nothing nothing

that sigh didn't sound like nothing

okay fine I was just thinking about a fantasy ive always had about this grave yard and the crypts

okay explain he says as we come to a stop and he sits down on one of the raised graves. I go to sit next to him but he pulls me onto his lap.my breathe hitches as the sudden contact of my ass on his lap but I just stare off ahead of us at the willow trees surrounding the wooded areas.

I feel his breathe on my neck

tell me this fantasy ma

the nick name has me becoming wet its so hot

well its starts off with me being chased through the graves and the woods to the biggest crypt and the guy chasing me catches me and drags me down the stairs of the crypt and throws me to the floor fucking me as he calls me his dirty little slut amongst other things.

wow very detailed how long have you had this fantasy

since I was 16

hmm have you ever told anyone else about this before

yeah one of my ex boyfriends . I told him before we were coming to a party here seeing if he would make it a reality and he stopped the car told me to get out and walk and said I was mentally ill and disgusting and broke up with me.

what a pussy I mean a guy like me would have jumped at the chance for a girl to even have a fantasy remotely like that.

what do you mean a guy like you

a dominant man who isn't scared of a little fun and games

mmmm I moan as I shift on his lap

are you a submissive type of girl y/n

ye-yeah I guess

you like when a man takes control tells you how much of a slut you are as he makes you shake and cry underneath him hmm

oh fuck im so turned on right now I dotnt even know how to react

ohh yeah I bet you do . you like when a guy smacks you ass so hard it leaves a mark or when a guy slaps you across the face so hard you head snaps to the opposite side.

mmm yeah I-i d-do

someones a little turned on . aren't you ma

mmm was all I could get out a small moan answering his question

he slaps my thigh hard causing me to gasp.

answer me when I ask you a fucking question

ye-yes im sorry

im sorry what

im sorry sir

mmm good girl now stand up

what w-why

because I fucking told you too now stand up

I stood up and turned sound to face him I kept my head down as he stood tall and slim infant of me . I saw his hand holding the mask move up and I followed his movements he held the mask next to face smirking.

you got a mask kink ma?

wh-what I -

don't even think about lying to me right now

I sighed looking down yes I whispered

what was that im sorry I couldn't hear you

I said yes

drop the attitude

yes sir

good girl he says as he slips the mask on making my stomach flutter and a gush of arousal soak my underwear

now im gonna give you a head start

wh- a head start for w-what

your fantasy ma you better start running

b-but im in heels what if I--

1...2...

I turn and start sprinting the best I can in these fucking boots. I can't believe this is actually happening right now the hottest guy i've ever seen is making my fantasy a reality. He had no hesitation and I know for damn sure he is gonna fulfill my needs just the way he carries himself tells me he knows how to make a girl feel good .

I start to run out of momentum I turn to see him coming in hot behind me as he runs into me grabbing me from behind causing me to scream from the impact.

caught ya

mm seems like it what a shame im breathing hard from running so far

he throws me over his shoulder causing me to let a small laugh out

get all your laughs out now ma cause i'll have you doing nothing but screaming in a second .

all I did was moan at the thought. He gave my ass a hard slap causing me to moan into his back

he came to a stop and set me down I turned to see why he stopped and was met with a large stone entry way with a door at the end.

wow

yeah creepy right

yeah but also beautiful

come on ma time to get you screaming my name

oh fuck I said as he grabbed my arm and started dragging me towards the door

he kicked the door open easily and started ascending the stairs I stumbled into his back causing him to yank me infant of him as he held me by the hair .

mm ow matt

keep fucking walking your fine

its so da-dark

what you scared of the dark or something

k-kinda y-yeah

aww cute

I heard the flick of a lighter and then there was light shining down the stairs I guess there was a torch on the wall because he lit it and handed it me so I could carry it and see as we kept walking down the stairs. Once we reaches the bottom I looked around taking in our surroundings.

there were more torches on the walls so I went and lit them with the one I was holding then put it out so I could set it down.

I turned to look at Matt he had taken the mask off and threw it aside I could finally see his beautiful face again causing me to smile .

what?

nothing just like looking at you

oh really and why is that?

I don't know your just so... beautiful ... dark and mysterious but you feel so --- safe and warm you know

wow ... ive never been described like that before

oh really? how are you usually described

dark, mean , cold, asshole , crazy

I don't think that at all

im glad you don't I like your description much more

yeah me too he walked towards me and stood right infant of me

he put his hand around my neck chocking me slightly making me look up at him.

( listen to My own summer and beware by deaftones and for the next part)

he leans down so are lips are almost touching .

Im gonna ruin you

do it

He attaches our lips the kiss is deep and needy.

His other hand moves to my ass giving it a squeeze making me moan into the kiss.

He moves his hand from my neck down to my jacket taking it off. then moving my dress straps down my arms pulling the top to bunch at my waist as he breaks the kiss and moves down to neck sucking and biting leaving marks in his way.

mmmm matt i moan as he moves to my tits liking and sucking my nipples.I tug at his shirt wanting him to take it off and he does .

Get on your knees now

I get down to my knees and look up at him waiting for his next move he started undoing his belt and I just watch as his large veiny hands move to his button and zipper of his jeans pulling them down.

He's left in his boxers and I can see his large dick print being confined by the thin fabric .

well are you gonna just sit there or do I need to tell you what to do

I move to remove his boxers as his dick pops out . I start salivating just looking at it he's pretty big and thick too .

I take him in my hand and pump a couple times before giving the head small kisses and licks I go down to the base and lick up them take him in my mouth

mmm fuck that's a good girl

I moan around his tip from his small praise and continue to suck hard but at a slow pace trying my best not to gag.

He takes my hair in his hands and starts thrusting into my mouth causing me to gag and tears to well up in my eyes.

Good girl sucking me in so good

I moan again causing him to throw his head back and thrust harder after a second he pulls out of my mouth as I start couching .

He kneels down in front of me putting his hand on my chest and pushes me back til im laying on my back on the rough ground.

Im gonna make you cum so hard your legs are shaking around my head ma

oh fuck matt please

He takes off my dress and panties so I’m fully exposed to him.

he moves down so his head is between my legs . I jump when he starts sucking on my clit and god the things he's doing with his mouth are enough to send me over the edge in under a minute.

FUCK MMMM

feel good ma

yes fuck uhhh so good

mmmm he hums as he sucks on my clit sending me into a shaking orgasm.

mmmm FUCK MATT im cumming

mmmm good girl look at you shaking from just my mouth

I thought he was done but he keeps licking and sucking then he adds two fingers into me causing my legs to shake uncontrollably.

F-FUCKK MATT ITS T-TOO M-MUCH I CANT

awww yes you can ma give me one more I know you can

mmmmm fuck... fuck matt im so close

mmm he groans as he licks my clit and moves his fingers in and out at a fast pace his other hand moves under my thigh lifting it over his shoulder .

My breathing is rapid as I feel my second orgasm moving in at a rapid rate. But this time I know damn well im gonna squirt so I chose to warn him.

M-MATT fuck im g-gonna squirt

mmmm good girl soak my face baby give it to me

f-fuck fuck oh my god

such a good girl you gonna quirt all over me

FUCK UHHH-MA-MATT IM GONNA .... FUCKKKKK

I scream as I quirt all over him

gooooood girl that's it ma

fuck matt I say as I come down from my high

awww look at your legs shaking

shut up

all 4s now

matt your so big I don't know if I can h- before I finish my sentence he grabs me by the neck

I wasn't fucking asking now do as your told

yes sir I say kind of bratty

fix your tone when you speak to me slut he says as he lightly slaps me across the face and fuck was it the hottest thing ever.

I move to all 4s and spread my legs for him.

Good girl he says as he lines himself up with my leaking entrance.

Go slow please matt I say knowing this is gonna hurt.

I will ma don't worry he says as he slowly starts sliding his tip in

mmm ... fuck I say as I felt him stretching me wide causing a burning sensation.

You okay ma he asks sweetly .

mmhm just h-hurts a little

I know you can take it ma its okay I got you

he bottoms out hitting so deep in me . It hurts so good

mm fuck your so tight ma

mmm- fu-fuck matt your stretching me s-so much

I know ma I know tell me when to move

I gave myself a little time to adjust

o-okay you can m-move

he starts thrusting slow and deep the pain starts to slowly go away and starts feeling like heaven.

fuck faster matt

try asking again he says slapping my ass hard causing me to gasp

p-please sir please fuck me faster

such a good girl for me

he starts pounding into me at a faster pace sending shock waves through my whole body .

FUCK MATT MMM S-SO DEEP

mmm yeah you like that slut

fuck ...Y-YES FUCK

such a good slut taking me so well

the degrading name makes me clench around him

aww you like when I call you a slut huh

y-yes I-l-love it

he brings his hand to hair clenching it hard in his fist as his other hand goes onto my back making me arch even more for him causing him to hit so deep it makes my legs uncontrollably shake.

F-FUCK MATT YOUR TO DEEP I-CA-CANT T-TAKE IT

yes you can slut he growls out through gritted teeth

N-NO I CANT I say harshly bringing my hand back pushing on his stomach trying to push him away .

he grabs my arm harshly holding it behind my back as his hand in my hair moves to my throat gripping it hard.

your gonna fucking take it like a good little girl

N-no

no? he says harshly as his hips fault to a stop and he pulls me up to meet his chest as he grips my neck harder.

since you wanna sit like a fucking brat he says as he shoves me face down on the rough ground holding both of my hands behind my back

he lowers himself so his breathe Is hitting my ear causing me to shiver

ill fucking treat you like one he says as he starts thrusting rough, fast, deep and harder than ive ever been fucked in my life.

M-MATTT FUCK FUCK

aww what's wrong am I being to rough

Y-YES MATT PLEASE FUCK P-

please what

PLEASE I-CA-CANT T-TAKE IT I-MMM FUCK

you know your mouth is saying one thing but your pussy is saying something completely different

MMM FU-FUCK SHIT Y-YOUR SO DEEP

you like it when I fuck you like a bratty slut and you can't say no I feel you clenching my fucking cock

mmmm F-FUCK yes

yes what slut he takes both my hands in one hand and brings his down harshly on my ass

ye-yes sir fuck sir I lo-love it

atta girl you gonna cum for me

ye-yes sir mmm fuck he starts pounding me harder than I ever thought was possible as he slaps my ass harshly

cum on my cock me give it to ma

F-FUCK M-MATT MMMMM I scream as I cum all over his cock.

He keeps pounding into me harshly I started to come down. from my high as my legs were shaking and starting to give out under my weight.

m-MATT I ca-cant keep myself up m-much longer

he pulls out slapping my ass

flip over for me ma

I flip over laying on my back holding onto my legs trying to stop them from shaking but it doesn't help at all.

Keep eye contact for ill stop got it

y-yes sir

good girl he says as he lines himself back up to my entrance

he slides back in and starts pounding into me deep and slow he grabs my legs bringing them up onto his shoulders hitting me so deeply I can feel him in my stomach.

F-FUCK MATT YOUR S-SO BIG

he brings one hand down onto my stomach as he feels himself inside me as his other one moves to my neck shocking me not too hard but the perfect amount of pressure to drive me crazy.

fuck your so fucking wet for me mama

mmmm fu-fuck matt i th-think I gonna squirt

the pressure he is applying on my lower stomach has me about to turn into a damn fountain.

squirt all over me baby soak me

F-FUCK MATT I- I can't even finish what I was saying as I felt myself let go all over him.

fuuuuuck your so fucking hot

mmm fu-fuck matt

he starts pounding into me again my legs won't stop shaking around his neck and I start to feel overstimulated.

m-matt i ca-cant take it a-anymore pl-please

yes you can baby I know you can

I try to push him out of me by pushing on his toned abdomen with only causes him to slap me across the face making me whine out .

keep you hands down understand

y-yes sir I-im s-sorry

good girl im getting close ma I promise just hold on for a little longer

f-fuck okay

he sets my legs so they are around his waist as he brings his body flush against mine as he fuck me deep and rough

F-FUCK MATT MMMM

I start clawing at his back from over stimulation .

fu-fuck ma I can feel you clenching again

I claw his back deeper as I feel pressure building in my stomach and then suddenly snap

fuck ma your squirting again jesus

I didn't even know I was squirting all I felt was extra pleasure run through me

F-fuck matt mmm god

I squirt over and over I can't seem to stop (nah cause this happened to me in real life it was Lowkey disturbing not gonna lie a bitch was in pain the next day)

Jesus y/n ive never seen some one squirt so much so close together

I c-cant s-stop

I know baby its okay

I claw down his back harder and I bury my face into his shoulder as I bite down as I squirt again my legs are shaking so much they start cramping but I literally can not stop squirting and its driving me crazy .

F-fuck ma your soaking me j-jesus christ

I-im sorry

don't be sorry this is the hottest thing ever

mmmmmm FUCK I scream as I quirt even harder from his hips angling even more hitting deeper

fuck ma im gonna cum

fu-fuck matt fill me up p-please fuck

yeah you wanna be a good little cum slut

Y-YES FUCK MATT PLEASE I scream I squirt yet again as it starting to make my stomach hurt

his hips start to sputter and his thrusts become sloppy.

f-fuck im cuming he says as I feel his warm cum fill me up I moan out as I squirt one last time before his thrusts stop and he pulls out .I feel our mixed liquids running out of my pussy.

fuck that was ... the best sex.. ive ever h-had I say as I laugh a little curling my legs into my chest as my entire body is shaking and tears are streaming down my face.

F-fuck after that I never wanna fuck anyone else

I laugh as I shake uncontrollably I th-think you broke me

aww baby im sorry was a actually to rough

n-no I fucking loved it I just don't think ill be able to stand let alone walk out of here I laughed casein g him to chuckle and shake his head.

he went and grabbed his clothes putting them on and then coming back over to me helping me up my knees immediately buckle so he has to hold me up against the wall so I don't fall as he helps me putt my outfit back on. I felt my back burning really bad as he slid my dress over my head.

OW FUCK I cried out as the stinging got worse

wh-what what's wrong

my-b-back is burning like another fucker

he spins me around JESUS im so sorry it must have been from your backing rubbing on the ground you have big strawberries all over your back

eh honestly I deserve it I definitely did a mean number on your back

uuuh yeah you think he turns around lifting his shirt showing me his back I gasp.

OH JESUS MATT why didn't you stop me those are deep and bleeding

well I uh- I have a pain kink so I thoroughly enjoyed it

o-oh well then I guess your welcome

yes thank you very very much he says as he turns around and gives me a sweet and soft kiss .

come on your coming home with me

I try to walk but my legs fail me and he laughs at me

stop laughing bitch you did this to me

watch that pretty little mouth or your getting round two when we get home

as much as I enjoyed this I could not handle anymore tonight so I brought my hand up to my mouth acting like Im zipping them and threw away the key

come on drama queen he says as he picks me up and I lock my arms around his neck and legs around his waist

I keep my head sizzled into his chest as he blows out the torches on the walls and grabs the last lit one and makes his way back up the stairs he blows out the torch as we walk out of the crypt.

as we approach the part of the grave yard the party was going on in I hear the faint music again I start to feel embarrassed about the state i'm in right now . He walks over to his friends .

Damn bro you have been gone for three fucking hours

God is she even alive anymore

I let out a small giggle at his friends statement.

Yeah yeah funny bro she's fine but were heading home so ill catch you guys later

okay bye bro

byeeee I say as I smile and wave at them as matt walks away from them.

they all just laugh and shake their heads

your friends seem fun

yeah their pretty cool

oh my god y/n

we both look over at my best friend

You been gone for three fucking hours I thought you were dead

no no im fine I promise

she smirks at me as her eyes run over my face and body that is still clinging to matt.

wow you guys had a lot of fun

yep sure did im matt by the way

nice to meet you matt well y/n I guess your going home with him huh

yep sure am I love you and we'll talk tomorrow okay

okay I love you

I love you too

matt walks us all the way to his car he opens the door and sets me down as he shuts the door and gets into the drivers side.

he starts up the car and drives to him house . he parks the car then hops out to help me out and we slowly walk to the door as he unlocks it and we enter.

wanna showers pretty girl

yes please

alright come on its upstairs

we get to the bathroom and he sets me down on the toilet .

go pee im gonna grab a change of clothes for us real quick

okay I finish up my business ad he come back in and helps me get my clothes off and I take my wig off and undo the braid bun I did under the wig.

wow I love your natural hair

aww thank you I said smiling

you wouldn't happen to have like makeup remover or face wash would you

um let me check my mom might have left some in the guest bathroom last time she was here

okay thank you

as he left the bathroom I smiled to myself and the looked over the work he did on my neck and chest then I looked down at my knees seeing that they are scraped and bruising.

I turned to look at my back and Jesus it was so scraped that there was blood and it was also bruising.

here you go my mom left these makeup wipes

thank you I said as I grabbed them and took my makeup off

you know I never thought about how bad a crypt floor would damage my body when I had my fantasy

yeahhh we probably should have thought about that

mm yeah. but hey it was worth it

sure was . You know I didn't even wanna go to that party but im glad I did

oh yeah? and why is that?

I would have never met the most beautiful girl ive ever seen and fucked her into oblivion

mmmm yeah I guess your right and thank you for the compliment

of course ma now lets shower

we hopped into the shower and we washed each others bodys both hissing when the soap and water hit our tainted backs .

we got out and dried off as we put on our change of clothes .

sorry I didn't you know have a change of underwear for you but I there yours in the wash so they are clean for you tomorrow

oh its okay thank you

of course wanna go to bed im fucking exhausted

yes please im spent

he led me to his room and we crawled under the covers as he turned on his fan .

we cuddled into each other as we started to drift off to sleep in each others arms.

hey y/n

yeah matt

I know we just met tonight and stuff but uh would you maybe wanna go out on a real date sometime

yes id love that matt I looked at him smiling as he smiled at me placing a sweet kiss on my forehead .

we fell asleep and that was that.

Gooooooooood NIIIIIIIGHT xoxo

[pipperoo]

….the searcher in the shadows was very good…..

thoughts under the cut….

i knew it was coming and it still killed me. samuel and the sun (reprise) was so evil. samuel didn’t deserve that, he still had so much he wanted to do :( he wasn’t supposed to leave rose’s side again, what the fuck! i was actually crying so much and having to hear rose’s reactions was just awful. i literally had to sit in silence for a few minutes just to process everything. you should have seen my face when they mentioned the purple button for the first time. fuck you kal, i hate you so much, i wish nothing but the worst for you!! and samuel, you were essential for literally everything!! they all relied on you and nothing would have happened if you weren’t there! i’m so glad margaret was able to say how strong she thinks he is! i miss him so much already and i’ve known this character for like 4 days. oh samuel, i knew you would die, but i still hoped you wouldn’t

king itzal definitely fucking deserved to win that bad parent poll, fuck that guy! i’m glad i trusted all my mutuals when they said to vote for him bc he really is that awful! his stupid spell destroyed their home and his intentions with margaret are so bad that she had to be stripped of her memories and hidden away just so she could be safe! i don’t know how, but i really didn’t expect itzal to be margaret and dakkar’s dad, that shocked me so much! and this guy had to gal to ask margaret to join his side to be evil when he was literally going to kill his son who was right behind her! i was so happy that margaret was immediately just “no” and blasted his ass (that had printing press plate hitting vibes and i loved it)

also fuck kal for making ahlaam see her dead husband, seriously not cool. i know i’m hating on these guys, but they are really cool villains that feel like they pose an actual threat even against people with magic, im excited to see what evil they do next!

i did enjoy all the new traveler lore, im glad there was more clarity on the magic ways and what they can do. i loved dakkar and addison immediately and how they expanded more on sia and ahlaam! i love the detail that they’re all connected through the radiance which makes so much sense on why margaret felt like something was missing because something literally was. without access to her magic she was cutoff from people she grew up being constantly connected to!!!

instant tears when it was revealed that dakkar was margaret’s brother. i’m glad she’s connecting more with her magic and remembering more things. but, it’s so tragic that she’s finally reuniting with the family she didn’t know she had and now she’s remembered how awful her father and she’s lost samuel who was so important in her found family. oughgh :(

rose and john were as always so sweet. john’s “i thought i lost you” destroyed me. i’m so glad they could have that moment in thank gravity! i love those two nerds!

i still have so many questions! what are the gates? how is sia’s vision going to unfold? how is rose the key? what’s the deal with the great enchantress? what makes margaret so important? what does bringing back the blazing world involve? i can’t wait to find them all out!

once again, as always, the music was just so great. my heart was pounding through the entirety of part 3, the tension was so palpable. my favs were rose and the stars, thank gravity, masterpiece containing masterpieces (reprise), and samuel and the sun (reprise). they were all tugging on my heartstrings! also all the sound effects were so cool, it really made it so immersive!

that was a rollercoaster, but i’m thrilled to be all caught up! looking forward to the mini episodes and wherever the plot goes next! i can’t wait to engage with the pulp musicals tag now that i don’t have to worry about spoilers and finally be able to look at ao3!! if anyone has fic recs for literally anything, i have no preferences, please give them to me!! anyway thanks for reading my thoughts, already this fandom has felt so so welcoming and i’m so happy to apart of it now!! <3

[mx-mizaqx]

➡️@ogzieoggleton ⬅️ CREATOR OF AU😋😋

go and give em all the praise for this fire idea 🫸🔵🔴🫷🤌🫴💜 (w artist too😎😎)

wowowowo garmadon green ninja au yipee!! (NOT MINE AT ALL‼️‼️)

also cacao’s here, because why not🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ and because their my fav characters and they gotta be buddies ‼️‼️

And also no beta read and im kinda a newbie, so expect a lot of mistakes and maybe plot holes. And extremely out of character

(Anyways please enjoy)

Garmadon walked through the harsh snow and wind, he’s lucky cacao was able to give him special garments so he wouldn’t freeze to death. As he finally got to the gates of the citadel, guards stopped him in his tracks.

“Who goes there?!” One shouted out, pointing their spear at him,

“Woah!” Garmadon flinched, he really didn’t feel like fighting someone today.

“Relax. There’s no need to cause a fuss.”

A voice appeared, and much to Garmadon’s relief it was Dark Cacao!”

“I don’t know what brought you here at a time like this, we’re facing a massive blizzard.” Cacao tugged on Garmadon’s cape, forcing him inside the citadel.

“Order everyone to stay inside until the storm clears.” The king commanded

“Sir yes sir!” The guards say, quickly going on ahead to fulfill the King’s request.

Cacao sighed, rubbing circles on his forehead.

“Your .. not surprised by my four arms?” Garmadon said, looking around. Seems like Dark Cacao had changed a few things.

Cacao grumbled looking at him.

“Not really, ever since you went to that realm to get the-“

Garmadon quickly shushed him with his hand. Much to Cacao’s annoyance.

“Shh! You wouldn’t want your people to know! How would they even react?!”

Cacao took Garmadon’s hand and brought it down. Looking bitter as always.

“Cacaoians are not known to start such petty gossip, if they were after anything it would be my souljam.”

“Yeah right whatever. Can we at least go somewhere that isn’t your front door?”

Cacao sat silently for a few minutes, in contrast to Garmadon’s frantic pace.

“The throne room.” Cacao said, as he walked.

Garmadon looked absolutely fed up with Cacao. But he quickly catches up to him.

“The throne room?! Really?! You can’t think of anything else are you kidding me?! Cacao you’re really starting to push my buttons.”

They finally made it to the throne room, large doors swing open, And quickly close.

“Look I don’t have time for your foolish whining, cut to the chase.” Cacao said with a bitter tone.

Garmadon sighed. “Those golden weapons. You know they reveal who the green ninja is right?”

“Yes I know, you’ve told me many times.”

Garmadon pulled them out from who knows where. Much to Cacao’s faint surprise, they glowed in green and golden.

And it finally hit Cacao, Garmadon was the green ninja.

Cacao’s eyes widen, but quickly went back to normal. Sure it was shocking but.. He’s seen something similar happen with one of his dear friends.

Garmadon couldn’t believe it, it was like his friend was completely unfazed!

“Do you not understand?! My whole life is a lie!”

Garmadon started to tear up, small fire bubbles around his eyes.

“I thought I would be the villain, that I would cause destruction and despair wherever I go. And now because of some stupid destiny I have to be the hero.”

Garmadon’s eyes were filled with fiery tears, they burned small holes in the floor of the throne room.

“I-I don’t even know who I am anymore! Am I the vengeful man many people once knew..?H-How are people even supposed to react to this they can’t trust me..!”

Garmadon fell to his knees and continued to sob, hiccups and sniffles filling the quiet halls. And that haunting green aura surrounds him.

Now. Cacao wasn’t good with emotions, he usually kept quiet and to himself, he didn’t really know what to do.

He sat with Garmadon, he knew he needed to let all this bottled emotions out. He sat there and patiently waited, It didn’t take long for Garmadon’s sobs to quiet down. He sniffed, rubbed his eyes. And sat there quietly with his friend, snot and tears still streaming down.

Cacao felt a little disgusted, but now was not the time. The silence was awkward and a little weird, especially since Cacao didn’t know what to do.

“do you, want a hug?” Cacao asked raising his arms, which kinda just made more things uncomfortable.

Garmadon, who buried his face in his hands. Looked up at him, in confusion. Garmadon knew Cacao wasn’t really the type of person or cookie rather, to ask such.

But alas he needed it more than anything right now, so he took off his helmet, so nobody would be too uncomfortable and hugged Cacao. For someone who lives in such a cold region he was quite warm.

Cacao was relived he got him to relax, patting his head. It was a nice feeling, staying inside in during a blizzard. Just chilling with your friend, really made Cacao appreciate everything around him.

It finally dawned on him that those weapons were still glowing green, a bright green. Which pretty much hurt to look at, since he’s so used to such toned down colors.

He let go of Garmadon, getting up to retrieve the weapons.

“What are you-“ Garmadon’s eyes looked in horror, quickly getting up to try and stop him.

But Cacao already had them in hand, but to Garmadon’s surprise nothing had happened. At all.

“Are they supposed to do something.?” Cacao asked in confusion.

Garmadon, still shocked. Quickly returned to reality.

“No mortal shall possess all four, you should’ve disappeared by now.”

“Im aware of that, but Im not really mortal. Plus I’m entirely different from you.”

Well he was right, he was. A cookie, not born but baked. So I guess it would make sense for nothing to happen.

“Anyways, I believe these are yours.” Cacao hands him the weapons.

“Thanks, and they’re not mine. They’re technically the ninjas.”

Garmadon puts the weapons in a large pouch that was covered by his cape.

“It was nice seeing you again, I know you’re always busy but you should really come visit Ninjago!”

“Yes, yes I know. I’ll come if I ever have time.”

“Please do. Anyways I’m off now, Till next time Cacao.”

“Safe travels, Garamdon.”

They waved goodbye as Garmadon went off.

[turquoisecobalt]

Happy Sabrina Carpenter Short n' Sweet release day! (Note: I live in Australia)

having just finished my first listen (doing second listen as i type this), the songs i added to my likes are Sharpest Tool, Bed Chem, and Lie To Girls! Theyre just the ones I vibed with most musically/lyrically which i'll talk about more in a sec.

wrote a little about each song under the cut <3

Taste made my jaw drop, damn girl youre gonna be tastin me! love it! totally a bop and is probably gonna join my favs after more listens. Love it as the opener.

(love Please Please Please, "beg you dont embarrass me motherfucker" tickles my brain so good)

Good Graces is just an absolute mood, same kinda message as Please Please Please, just be decent and we're chill lmaoo

Sharpest Tool I LOVE how shes uses the same word or sound at the end of a line and then the start of the next (took a left / left me, second guess / guess i'll, wondering if / if that, inbetween the lines / lyin to yourself) it's so satisfying to me, also that "we were going right then you took a left" just hits so good for some reason! overall yes, a definite fav

Coincidence is a bop, just misses out on being a fav cause the topic doesn't resonate with me personally! luckily haven't had this kinda experience, but LOVE the "your car drove itself to her thighs" took me so off guard cause i was expecting bed.

Bed Chem? oh hell yeah. come ride- uh,,,, comradery uhuh. horny bop. love Love LOVE

(Mountain Dew It For Ya :) )

Dumb & Poetic- oh yes go off Sabrina so many good lines in this one "just cause you act like one, dont make you a man" simple and so so true (+"just cause you leave like one" HAH) but "youre so empathetic, you'd make a good wife" is soo funny i love her. also love the slower vibes.

Slim Pickins is too real, why do we settle like this. so entertained by her flipping it to moaning and bitching. instead of bitchin and moanin. makes it stand out without feeling too off, i like it.

Juno is super cute but i'm gonna need people to write those genius annotations so i can really Get It (it's referencing that movie right? I havent seen it). fav line is "i showed my friends and we high-fived, sorry if you feel objectified" also its horny so A+

ok ok ok now LIE TO GIRLS! lyrics hit right out of the gate, and they keep hittin "you dont have to lie to girls, if they like you THEYLL JUST LIE TO THEMSELVES" sabrina stop im sobbing. absolute fav of the album. the buildup at the end. i am in love.

im sorry i couldnt really focus on Don't Smile cause Lie To Girls ruined me uhhhhh. yeah its a good song. im gonna go put Lie To Girls on repeat now

OKAY okay we're done, Mothica's new album also came out but I've gotta sleep that's a tomorrow experience.

[nknovakwrites]

Hope, Astarion, and Friends on the Road to Baldur's Gate Part Three: I Can't Go Yet, Don't Let Me Die

(This takes place in Act 3, after meeting the Petras and Dalyria in the Rivington flophouse and getting the Elfsong room in the lower city of Baldur's Gate.)

“Here.”

Hope took the scroll that Astarion handed her. “What’s this?” 

“It’s a spell scroll.”

Hope unfurled the scroll to see it was indeed a spell scroll for enchanting an item with daylight. Why?

“You were right,” Astarion added as if reading Hope’s mind. 

“Of course I was,” Hope replied. “What was I right about?”

“The other spawn will warn Cazador we’re here, they might come for me before we get to him so this is just to keep you safe. Keep it on you at all times.”

“Even sleep with it?” Hope asked as a joke.

“Yes,” Astarion responded, very much not joking.

Hope had never seen Astarion this serious about anything.

“Alright, I will.”

The vampire spawn had invaded the camp. Hope was so tired and in such a deep sleep that she wouldn’t have even woken if it wasn’t for Astarion shouting, “get the hells away from me!”

She jumped up and grabbed her short sword and violin, both never far from her. Hope and her allies fought hard but they were at a clear disadvantage! Hope, Astarion, Karlach, and Shadowheart were the only ones in camp, sleeping after being out in Baldur’s Gate since dawn (the others were using the cover of night to scout the steel watch foundry, looking for a way to sneak in the wasn't the guarded front door.) Meanwhile, the spawn were well rested having slept during the day. Hope was especially sloppy; she was tired and scared for Astarion. What should have been hits were all critical misses and she was leaving herself open to attacks from all sides. Shadowheart tried to pull her fearless (if very sleepy) leader into her side so she would be protected by the spirit guardians but before she could, arms wrapped around Hope’s neck.

Astarion, seeing what was happening, tried to run towards her, leaving him open to an opportunity attack from behind. He fell and when he got to his feet again Hope was gone.

The first thing Hope felt was her head pounding. The second thing was something hard and cold under her body, so she wasn’t in bed in camp. She kept her eyes closed as the events of the night swam back into her mind. She was likely in Cazador’s Palace. Okay. That’s okay. Well, not okay. Not at all okay but it could be worse (could it be worse?) Hope forced herself to stay calm and look at the facts. She was alive, as evidenced by her hammering heart and the lack of pain in her neck meant she hadn’t been bitten, but she didn’t know how long she had been in the palace. She hypothesized it couldn’t have been long if her friends had yet to show up and try to save her but it was long enough for them to bound her arms and legs in rope and leave her laying on what Hope could only assume was a marble floor. She had dropped her violin when she was grabbed but she could still feel the spell scroll tucked into her shirt. She-

“I know you’re awake.”

That voice wasn’t familiar and yet Hope knew it was Cazador. He didn’t sound like what she was expecting if she was being honest.

Hope opened her eyes (it was a marble floor) as Hope righted herself so she was kneeling forward rather than laying on her side, made a little more difficult with her bonds, she wondered if Cazador could hear her heartbeat and that’s how he knew she was awake. It was unsettling. Even more unsettling was Cazador himself. This was the first time Hope had laid eyes on him after hearing about him from Astarion. He towered over her, even if Hope hadn’t been on her knees Cazador would still be a head taller than her. His pale skin caused his red eyes to stand out even more. She really hoped he couldn’t hear her heartbeat because if he could he’d know it was hammering, terrified.

“What do you want with me?” Hope asked when she found her voice, trying her best to mask her fear. She stood up against demons and immortals, she could handle a vampire. 

“I didn’t want you. I wanted the boy. My lost son you are traveling with and yet they brought me you. So, I will have to use you as bait.”

Hope shook her head, she should have stopped speaking but she didn’t, “Astarion won’t come to rescue me, not without a plan and the rest of the party right behind him.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” Hope said firmly.

“Then, I guess I’ll just have to find someone to replace him for the ritual.”

He grabbed Hope, lifting her by her neck. Enough so she could breathe but just barely. Despite the fear swirling in her gut and the sudden lack of air, Hope felt an idea spark in the back of her mind, a very, very bad idea.

“I thought the last sacrifice had to be a vampire spawn,” Hope croaked out.

“Right, you are, girl.”

“Wait! Don’t!”

Cazador sunk his teeth into Hope’s neck.

Now, Hope had been bitten by Astarion more times than she could count by now, so many times she barely felt it anymore. The first time it hurt a little, but this hurt much more than that!

Luckily, Hope’s blood had recently gone through a change thanks to a woman named Araj Obladra who made Hope’s blood explosive. She barely felt the flames as they spread from her body to Cazador’s but she did feel as he pulled away and the rope which held her was burned off. She jumped away from Cazador’s reach, stopped only to cast daylight on herself, then turned and ran out of the palace.

As Hope bolted down the street, she could feel herself start to become fatigued. Fortunately, the sky was starting to turn pink, the tell-tale sign of dawn. No one should be following her. Still, she fell to her knees in the street. Why was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? And who had just put their arm on her shoulder?! She grabbed the wrist and looked up to see Astarion. She let out a sigh of relief and felt Astarion pick her up before the world turned black.

Astarion bolted back to the Elfsong with his friends at his side and his Hope in his arms. He didn’t miss the bite marks in her neck. That son of a bitch Cazador bit her, he tried to turn her into one of his spawn! If she turned into a vampire. . . He decided not to think about that, he had to get her to Withers. Astarion was admittedly nervous that Withers wouldn’t be able to do anything for her, if he could cure vampirism you would have thought he would have brought it up before now.

“I cannot cure vampirism,” Withers said, “but Hope isn’t yet a vampire. I can bring her back from the dead, stopping the transformation in its tracks.”

“Then, do it!” Astarion said, losing his patience with every word.

“By doom and dusk I strike thy names from the archives rise,” Withers said, accompanied by some handwaving.

A blue looking magic flowed into Hope’s body turning her stiff and pale body pinker. Within seconds she had taken a deep breath and opened her eyes. She looked up at the companions surrounding her, “hey, guys, did I miss something?”

[sneakyscarab]

hello! it's been a while since ive written out my thoughts about touhou! part of the reason why is that i've been working on a website of my own, which now hosts all my grimoire of nina entries with enhanced bonus features! plus a lot of other things on other pages but this is the relevant part to this post. i'm not sure whether i want to continue making tumblr versions of the posts now that i've set this up, but for now im gonna do both a tumblr edition and a neocities edition. with that out of the way lets get started on...

Touhou 1-5 PC98 Extravaganza!

after finishing the main series (and taking a probably needed break from bullet hells for a bit) I went back to the beginning and checked out the first wave of Touhou, the 5 PC98 games!

putting this up front, while i absolutely respect what these games did to kick off the series and get things going, i cant say i was very fond of them, so the overall tone of this writing is on the neutral to negative side. just something i feel i should note. with that said, let’s get started.

Touhou 1 - Highly Responsive to Prayers

Highly Responsive to Prayers is a weird game. contrary to what one would expect, the First Touhou Game is not a vertical scrolling shooter like others. HRtP is instead a sort of breakout/arkanoid type game, where you control a miko-shaped paddle named Reimu running back and forth bouncing a giant yin-yang orb that clears up tiles, beating a stage once you’ve cleared the screen. it does actually have whispers of the series’ future though, with turrets in levels that shoot bullets towards you, Reimu having a amulet-shooting ability (influence the orb's movement), screen-clearing bombs, and menacing boss fights.

you heard me right, this breakout clone has boss fights, and theyre kinda wild. every 5th stage is a boss, which have big hitboxes and shoot out tons of bullets and other attacks which you have to simultaneously avoid while also manipulating your orb in order to hit the boss (because only the orb does damage). After beating the first boss youre given a branching path between Makai or Hell, and either choice gives you 15 more stages for a total of 20.

overall HRtP is a very bizarre and not particularly great game, but its uniqueness makes it really stand out, and if you're in the market to play a weird breakout/bullet hell game for whatever reason you should try it out.

Touhou 2 - Story of Eastern Wonderland

now This is a Touhou game! released alongside HRtP at Comiket 52, Story of Eastern Wonderland is what i would say is the true first Touhou game, being a vertical scrolling shooter with 6 stages, fancy boss fights, and ridiculous characters.

right out of the gate SoEW shows off how wacky the PC98 era lore is, with the first stage containing not one but two military tanks as boss fights. the third stage's boss as well is a weird metallic wall with 5 "eyes" and innumerable laser cannons. its wild. as for gameplay, it's pretty much what you would consider Standard Touhou, although with some features missing that havent been invented yet, notably the movement-slowing Focus mechanic.

one interesting thing about this game is the colour choice: likely due to palette restrictions pretty much the entire game is a combo of red+purple, with the occasional blue+green sprites. even marisa is not immune, having bright red hair only in this game alongside a purple robe+hat.

its very surprising how close SoEW already is to the modern gameplay loop, although i guess it shouldnt be Too surprising considering scrolling shooters are like one of the first game genres ever made. its a pretty fun time, but also pretty rough around the edges.

Touhou 3 - Phantasmagoria of Dim. Dream

if you thought we would stablize into the regular style now that we've seen SoEW, you'd be off the mark. Phantasmagoria of Dim Dream is actually a VS game in the same style as the later PoFV and UDoALG titles! it was really surprising to me seeing just how much experimentation was going on with the series this early in its lifespan, but I suppose that happened a lot back then.

in terms of gameplay PoDD plays surprisingly similar to PoFV, with the same enemy combos, sending spells at each other through a charge meter, and summoning yourself as a boss fight on the other guy's screen as an ultimate move. it even has the same insane boss summon rebound mechanic and the same cheating bastard final boss ai!

one funny difference is that, since faeries hadnt yet been established as go-to mooks, the enemies during duels are a variety of random things. besides ghosts you just have star, moon, or heart shapes with ' ' and ^^ faces. theyre so abstract I kinda love it lol.

like SoEW its surprisingly functional for its age, although also like that game it still lacks features like focus, leaving it being unpolished in comparison to newer variations of this formula. unless youre a PC98 enthusiast id recommend playing PoFV or UDoALG instead, especially since the multiplayer on this one is local-only.

Touhou 4 - Lotus Land Story

now things are starting to standardize. Lotus Land Story is another vertical scrolling shooter and adds in a bunch of features not in SoEW that would go on to be series mainstays: focus, boss phases, boss item drops, and most notably having Marisa as a deuteragonist! if SoEW was a standard touhou missing some features, LLS is taking steps to a full on touhou game, missing just a few mechanics from EoSD, notably the spell card system and point-of-collection line.

LLS is also notable for a few other reasons, one being the character Yuuka who is one of the few PC98 characters to get remade in the windows games, and the other being the origin of the iconic song Bad Apple!! which got remixed by nomico and memed half to death.

Its pretty good, albeit still rough around the edges and missing the sort of spark thats found in later entries.

Touhou 5 - Mystic Square

Mystic Square is where we settle in, playing identical to LLS, which means theres not much to talk about. there are 2 more playable characters than LLS, with both Mima and Yuuka. Mystic Square also includes the 4th and final PC98 character to get remade later in the Windows canon, Alice Margatroid. besides the name and the blonde hair though theres pretty much nothing connecting the two Alices together. if you liked Lotus Land Story you'll probably like this too, i dunno.

alrighty with all those games out of the way its time to talk about the characters of note. and of course if theres one name thats synonymous with PC98 its...

Mima! appearing in four of the five games of this era, Mima is the most consistent character besides Reimu and Marisa, and yet she has never been seen since Mystic Square. this may be a hot take, but i think Mima is emblematic of a lot of the qualities of this era that make it hard to get into from a story perspective. for starters, Mima is incredibly inconsistent. She shows up 4 times and is basically a different character each time; being a random Hell boss in HRtP, a vengeful spirit bent on destroying all humanity (except Marisa i guess?) in SoEW, a woman of few words and a short temper in PoDD, and a snarky bully who tells blatant lies just to see how people react in MS. she also has a weird conceptual design and wack power scaling, being a ghost who was never alive, always been a ghost, who also for some reason has like dragon wings but only when she gets angry (Marisa also has these in PoDD which is really bizarre) and shes able to simply escape being magically sealed away as if she was cracking the seal on a pickle jar and casually beats up everyone in Mystic Square without even blinking. While i do like elements of her character (her lying bastard personality from MS is pretty funny and I see why people would want that back) i think its for the best that she stays in the PC98 era, the one seal she cannot break free of. If she were to come back, so much would have to be rewritten either of the world around her or Mima herself that she would basically be a different character entirely, which i think would cause way more drama than her return is worth.

moving on, lets talk about Genjii! this old fart is basically Reimu's grandpa who is also a magical flying turtle. since Reimu doesnt know how to fly in these games, her pops Genjii gives her a ride whenever she needs to go solve an incident. He also acts as a straight-man to Reimu's comedy in her storylines, often questioning the bizarre things that she says or weird noises she makes. he's just a funny turtle grandpa and i'm here for it. while Genjii has never officially appeared in a game in the Windows era, ZUN has stated that the reason is that he's just enjoying his retirement. Reimu can fly on her own now, so he's just resting in the pond out behind the shrine, doing whatever it is grandpa turtles do in their free time. good for him :>

the last character spotlight is for Meira! she's a cool samurai lady from stage 2 of SoEW who was also Reimu's gay awakening :P (for context, Meira and Reimu's pre-battle conversation is a bit where Meira claims to seek the Hakurei Maiden [for her power] but Reimu assumes that Meira's hitting on her. After clarifying that Meira wants to fight Reimu and take her power after winning, Reimu counter-offers by implying that she'll take Meira as her girlfriend if she wins.) this was almost certainly just intended as a joke, but considering that Touhou Project is basically a yuri wonderland its very funny to see gay implications in literally the second spoken conversation in the entire series. besides that, Meira also has cool attacks utilizing her sword where she makes huge slashes in the air that explode into bullets after a second, which were probably inspiration for Youmu's sick swordplay five games later.

and thats the PC98 era! with these games under my belt ive now played each whole-numbered entry in the series, woo~! so having played them all, what are my thoughts on the origins of Touhou?

i'll start by clarifying that i am generally not a 'Retro Gamer'. while i acknowledge the importance of early entries into series, they are very frequently rough, unpolished, or just straight up unfun because the devs are still working out the kinks on how they want the series to go. this is doubly so for games from this pre-2000s era, where game design in general was still a new concept and most games were working off arcade standards of high difficulty to steal quarters. early Touhou is not exempt from this, these games are missing a lot of features added later that make the games more fun, and the difficulty is much higher with a lot more 'bullshit' design like bullets that spawn on your character or a lack of proper resources given on respawn leading to a cycle of death.

all said, i cant say i really enjoyed my time with the PC98 titles. you may have noticed that i didn't mention 1cc runs so far in this article, and the reason for that is i couldnt find the motivation to keep trying for more runs like i did with the future games. mix that in with the bizarre, nonsensical, and often self-contradictory writing and you have a recipe for mediocrity. PoDD in particular is an absolute dearth of writing and worldbuilding. most character interactoins are like one sentence long, and the plot involves two scientists on a "Probability Space Hypervessel" who somehow invited in the characters from Gensokyo to the real world so that they could capture them and steal their magic for clout. In Marisa's route after she beats them up they give her a weapon as a reward which is a ICBM with a smiley face that Marisa names Mimi-chan and rides around instead of her broom. like its all so ridiculous you can just tell that these were like student projects done by a dude in his free time and not a serious attempt at making a world or story.

overall i just really have trouble finding passion for these titles compared to the later entries, to the point that i had to shove all 5 of these games into a single article and its about as much writing as Subterranean Animism alone. im sorry if youre a big PC98 and/or Mima enjoyer but theyre not for me, and i have to say im glad that Touhou moved on and evolved past this point.

thank you for reading, and i'll see you next time, whenever that is!

[junietuesday25]

ALSO ive been mentioning on my main blog that im working on an ascended astarion x god gale fic. im really having fun w it my google doc title for it is “bloodweave has it all (can make each other better) (can make each other worse)” so you can tell im really leaning into the toxic yaoi of it all. heres the pseudo prologue

“The city is close…as is Cazador. To think, tomorrow morning, I’ll—he’ll be within my grasp.”

Across the horizon from their perch atop the ruins of an old checkpoint, the sprawl of Baldur’s Gate glowed by firelight against the night sky. But, welcome as the sight of civilization may have been after weeks of traipsing through the wilderness, Gale found his attention straying from the city rising in the distance.

Instead Gale watched Astarion. The languid sprawl of his lithe body, legs splayed out in front of him, arms behind propping himself up. Incongruous: the fierce look on those sharp features. And incongruous to that: the distance in his crimson eyes.

“Him and his Rite of Profane Ascension,” Astarion went on, musing half to himself. “A grand ceremony, elevating him to unfathomable status. Placing him in a position of such esteem the world will yearn to kneel and offer him their necks.”

A terrifying prospect. And yet Gale felt a shiver at the words yearn to kneel in Astarion’s silken drawl.

Astarion’s head tipped back, looking at Gale sideways. He was waiting for a response.

“Indeed it will,” said Gale, absently touching a hand to his chest. Right near the purple mark of the Orb. “Dare I call that a note of jealousy I detect in your voice?”

Astarion barked a laugh. The curl of his mouth revealed the flash of a fang. “If you have to even ask, I’m afraid you don’t know me half as well as I thought you did. Let me tell you now—“ his grin dropped, his expression hardening “—if I can stay one move ahead of him, I’ll take his place before his blood can hit the floor.”

“I know you well enough to expect nothing less,” said Gale. It came out more overtly warm than he’d expected; clearing his throat, he added: “And I also know you well enough to doubt that you’ve put any real consideration into how you might, as you put it, ‘stay one move ahead.’”

“You wound me, darling,” said Astarion, brightening again, the grin returning to his face like it had never left. His red eyes sparkled in the starlight: now, fully present. “I thought I might track down my ‘siblings’ and wring them for information. And after that, well—” he waved an insouciant hand “—what else do I keep you around for, my dear wizard, if not to do all the hard thinking for me?”

Gale managed to laugh. Or pulled off some approximation of it, anyway. Below the Orb, something inside him prickled. “In that case, I suppose I shall have to endeavor to remain useful.”

[crehador]

brother crab's spring 2024 parting thoughts (part 1)

doing this quickly and messily this season because it has been a very messy season for me (how... how did i get 50+ episodes behind at one point)

anyway LOADS OF PHENOMENAL STUFF THIS SEASON although i would not call it flawless sentai daishikkaku is still far and away the anime of the season for me (but more on this in parting thoughts part 2, since its season hasn't finished airing just yet)

THE GREATS

kaijuu 8-gou was so much fun. imo it's a very typical battle shounen (but with an adult lead! fantastic) in that it hits all the beats you would expect a battle shounen to hit, but it hits them well. characters are fun, fights are dynamic, worldbuilding is solid and compelling (not terribly revolutionary, but it doesn't need to be)

it's overall just such a good time. hoshina im lov u. s2 please come soon

boukyaku battery was also phenomenal. easily one of the sports anime of all time. hilarious and riveting. the characters are so good, both as individuals and a team, and their backstories all unfolded so wonderfully. the visuals just get better and better. mappa let your staff rest but also. damn. undeniably good work

and todochi!! todochi forever!!! terrible fucking boyfriends (affectionate)

wind breaker was super solid all around as well, i haven't seen toman myself but i keep hearing that it's like toman if toman were good (lmao i'm so sorry to hear this toman enjoyers, stay strong)

oddly enough i'm not possessed with like... and overabundance of super strong feelings towards the characters, though. they're all really fun to watch, and i definitely plan on continuing the series, but i'm not quite rotating them in my head all the time. still good stuff though

THE GOODS (THE VERY GOODS)

astro note should be in the greats honestly but i'm trying to do three per section in this post, but it was just a delight through and through. there was nothing i didn't enjoy about this. takumi you are such a shit (affectionate)

tadaima okaeri... honestly i'm really happy with this adaptation! not only for voice actor reasons (but yes mostly for voice actor reasons) but like put next to all bl adaptations, this one imo does a lot very, very right

i adore the series itself too, did a quick reread before the series started airing and it really is just so wholesome and sweet. but personally i find it a stronger family (and found family) story than a romance, like where it really shines is its exploration of community and generational trauma despite best intentions. which is i imagine not what many people expect from an omegaverse bl but there it is

yozakura-san chi no daisakusen is continuing on into next season (i forgor) but i think it's pretty solidly made its home in this tier for me. it's a lot of wacky, zany fun, and really a delight to watch every week, but it doesn't really stay on my mind afterwards. so just, good stuff!

THE NOT BADS (OR AT LEAST NOT TERRIBLES)

jii-san baa-san wakagaeru was actually overall really enjoyable to me! lots of really deep, poignant moments, an ending that... i shan't say, and loads of quality humor and sweet family moments

but it came out the gate real strong with a first episode that was rife with grandpafucker jokes so i feel like a lot of people might not have made it to the poignant stuff which, fair enough lol. wouldn't say this is something that can't be missed, but really wasn't bad all told

sasakoi... tragically... had i think a pretty strong start but alas. production issues have reared their head and the animation quality in particular got worse and worse throughout

personally i'm not that much a fan of the drama either. the main relationship is pretty cute, but the drama surrounding them... honestly i just couldn't get invested. but that's solely a personal taste thing

as for re:monster... the less said the better. never in my life have i seen a show that more obviously wanted to be a hentai but wasn't

THE SEQUELS/CONTINUATIONS

obviously dungeon meshi was excellent no one needs me to say anything about that

yuru camp s3... i can understand the criticisms, i can understand not vibing with the new art style. but tbh i personally still enjoyed it immensely, it's still cozy, it's still cute, i couldn't really ask for more

hashira training arc my beloved. i can't really give an unbiased review of this one because i love u genyaaaaaaaaa. and gentaaaaaan. god this was such a good arc for them. anyway

shockingly enough i think that is... all i watched this season? (besides yatagarasu and sentai daishikkaku, but more on those later)

i thought there were more than just these but i don't see anything else in my activity log

so basically EXTREMELY STRONG SEASON aots will be decided in like... 20 hours

[twinkle-art]

im curious since Andromeda has terminal haunted by mom thoughts behavior and a weirdoes connection to Emet selch, what's her thoughts/relationship to hydaelyn/venat? cuz she kind of comes out the gate swinging and just straight up calls the player character her child in early visions. I suppose its equally likely hydaelyn was just too vague for a while for her to have very concrete feelings about it, and perhaps a more traditionally maternal style doesnt resonate enough to be very affecting, but im curious as to how she felt about All That

ohhhh this question is so fun i’m so tickled to know you’ve been paying attention like that 

so the short version is a little of column A, a little of column B– the truly overwhelming aura of maternal love that hydaelyn exudes unsurprisingly hit her like a goddamn truck, but perhaps not how you might expect. 

circa. ARR, when she was first given the title of Hydaelyn’s Little Superstar, she was very lost in the sauce of an uncomplicated Narrative of Heroism. as she does not come from a place where hydaelyn is even recognized as god, she was mostly caught up in the excitement of being chosen by a divine entity that she wasn’t even fully convinced was real, like, a week earlier. like, i think she would’ve thought of being referred to as Her child as something closer to set dressing, the sort of thing an all-powerful goddess is supposed to say, rather than something hydaelyn genuinely means and feels, let alone something she can actually internalize.

(a brief aside, thinking about this made me suddenly realize that in the absence of hydaelyn as an uncontested presence in the god-rejecting society she grew up in, the closest cultural equivalent would then be……. solus zos galvus. i will be unpacking the profoundly deranged implications of this parallel another time.)

however, you’re completely correct to hone in on the fact that hydaelyn’s maternal love being, like, what maternal love is actually supposed to be would throw andromeda, who’s never really had that modeled for her, for a loop. the slow, dawning realization that that’s how it’s supposed to feel would creep up slowly, without fanfare, only really crescendoing during endwalker

her time with venat was odd for her, in that it left her feeling deeply, deeply sad for reasons she struggled to articulate. perhaps this is a very revealing comparison to make, but i can really only liken it to the feeling of observing a closely-knit and happy family that you aren’t a part of and feeling an odd sense of loss that you didn’t get to have what they do. as a person, rather than a distant, inhuman entity, it was suddenly undeniable how genuine venat’s unfathomably deep love for the world, and her by extension, was, and i think it would probably make her heart ache to know that such a thing could exist, or that maternal love could come without the baggage she knows it to, and that she had had such a thing all along and not known it until right before she had to let it go

because everything is a part of my grand scheme (<- lie) i do love how this ties in very nicely with her relationships to both her real mom (lucretia) and her fake evil not-mom (emet), in that going into endwalker’s climax where she needs to finally see herself for who she truly is rather than simply The Hero, a huge part of her growing up is also seeing her parent as a full person with interiority as well. stripping the veneer of straightforwardness from how she understands and interacts with all three of these characters at more or less concurrent points in her arc simply feels right <3

[littleperilstories]

The Prince of Thieves: My Heart Breaks For You

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Warnings: Fantasy-esque prison, mention of death, mention of flogging/whipping/public humiliation, grief, angst, deceiving a loved one

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Word count: 2139 || Approx reading time: 9 mins

My Heart Breaks For You

Teaser: He must be alarmed, panicking even, as I stand trembling before him, wondering if I can keep my composure enough to tell him what I witnessed at the prison with even a mite of dignity. Breathe. I need to breathe. My shuddering breath, it seems, is the only thing over which I have control right now. Everything else is slipping out of my grasp. Will: gone, and now hurt. Runners: arrested and even dying. Jamie: cracking apart day by day.

Colette

I stumble away from the prison walls. Numbness engulfs my entire body, and not just because of the wind that blows brittle, rust-coloured leaves from the trees and bites into my skin with sharp, icy teeth.

I should have known coming here was a bad idea. A foolhardy idea, and dangerous to boot. But what choice did I have? By this morning, the marketplace was already buzzing with the news: yet again, a wicked thief had targeted one of the finest families in town, and the constables had carted away yet another burglar in chains under the cloak of midnight. It didn’t take me long to learn that it was the Smiths who summoned the constabulary in the night, or to surmise that it was yet another of our runners who’d been arrested—this time, a girl I’d hand-picked for the job.

That girl, that runner—what name did I give her? Robin?—now facing conviction or, if recent events are a portent of what’s coming, execution.

Frustration fueled each wary step as I cut through the crowd toward the jailhouse, leaving Geoff to his own information-gathering under the guise of shopping. I only went snooping near the prison to look for new signage, to see if the constables planned to hang the girl, too. I didn’t expect to see anything happening within the prison-yard’s walls.

A restless crowd—babbling excitedly and gathering near the gates—drew me closer despite my apprehension, more than just macabre curiosity pulling me into the throng.

Not daring to ask anyone what was going on, I snaked through the crowd to get as close to the wrought-iron fence as my courage—and good sense—permitted. Titters, mocking laughter, and jeering calls swelled around me at the grim scene being performed at the jail yard’s whipping post.

“See what happens when you think you’re too good to follow the law?”

“Make sure it hurts!”

“Make ’im bleed!”

Now, I close my eyes against the memory, wishing I could forget every moment of the sick pantomime that played out there.

Exactly what prompted the second act of the constables’ horrid performance, I’m still unsure of—something involving Will’s temper and caustic tongue, I’m sure of it—but I’ll never be able to unsee the stripes that awful man painted across his back. Or the way his limp body hit the ground when they were done with him.

“Spider?”

I don’t know where Geoff came from, or how I’ve made it back to the marketplace, or how many times he had to say my name before I heard it.

“What is it?”

He must be alarmed, panicking even, as I stand trembling before him, wondering if I can keep my composure enough to tell him what I witnessed at the prison with even a mite of dignity. Breathe. I need to breathe. My shuddering breath, it seems, is the only thing over which I have control right now. Everything else is slipping out of my grasp. Will: gone, and now hurt. Runners: arrested and even dying. Jamie: cracking apart day by day.

“Spider? You sick?”

“No. Yes. No.” I force back the tears that are battling viciously to escape, determined to be the victor. “How am I going to tell him?”

Geoff stiffens. “Who? What?”

Although I want nothing more than to spill the whole wretched story, I wait. “We should keep moving.” Standing still offers too many opportunities for nosy people to overhear…the last thing we need right now.

He walks stiffly with his hands at his sides, a crude mockery of the soldiers and constables who hunt us every day. His face is unreadable to anyone else who might try to discern any emotion in his gaze, but I know him well enough to see the tension lurking there. Swallowing a fresh batch of tears—get back, you fuckers—I suck in a deep breath. Geoff is a good listener, and except for perhaps Will, he knows Jamie better than anyone. He’ll have some idea of what to do.

I launch into the story—how I snuck into the crowd just in time to see Will being disciplined in front of everyone, how that evil constable picked some girl and made her count each strike, how Will fucked himself over even more by mouthing off—even though I couldn’t fully hear what he said, it was quite clear what was happening—and subsequently getting flogged with the cat-o’-nine-tails.

Geoff is silent as he listens, his eyes fixed upon the road in front of us. As my words die out, I watch his hands curl into fists, the only hint he’s heard a single thing I’ve said. And that he’s fucking pissed about it.

“Bastards,” he growls. “Every single one of them.”

Icy rain is falling now, sharp jabs of freezing fucking water pricking into my face and hands. I adjust the hood of my cloak, pulling it farther over my face as I watch the drops splatter against the ground. The smell of rain is usually so comforting, but here in the thick of the city, all I can smell is wet wool and misery. “I have to tell him, right?”

Only the raindrops answer at first as Geoff considers. “He’ll…want to know Fox is still alive.”

Turning my face away, I wipe my eyes. “It might kill him.”

“It won’t.”

“But it might.”

“But it won’t.” Geoff tilts his head toward the sky, apparently unbothered by the frigid water pelting him in the face. “Don’t go into detail.”

“I can’t lie,” I whisper. “Not to him.” Another thought strikes me. “And…that crowd… So many were there, watching. Enjoying it. People—they’ll talk. He might hear about it anyway.”

With a shake of his head, he says, “You don’t have to lie. Tell him you saw Fox, and if he asks for more, tell him he was shooting off his mouth and he got whipped and leave it at that.” Geoff forces out each word through gritted teeth, and even though I know he isn’t directing his anger at me, I flinch anyway.

Perhaps he notices, for when he speaks again, his voice holds a touch more gentleness, his ire reined in. “It’ll fuck with him no matter what you say, Spider. Don’t put those pictures in his head, too.”

Perhaps he’s right.

Thankfully, thankfully, Jamie is where we left him—at the table, now littered with coins he’s organized into neat stacks. He sits dividing those meagre funds, all we have left, into care packages. The clink of coins mingles with the patter of rain against the roof and window, another sound that typically brings me solace but today makes me want to cover my ears and scream. When he speaks, he doesn’t look up from his counting. “What news?”

The question, which should be so very simple, pierces me like a blade. “Well, hello to you, too, Alpha.” Desperate. Forced. That’s how I sound. Can he tell I’m trying too hard to seem normal? Jamie glances at me for a moment, his suspicion piqued, but he continues his task.

“Constabulary caught another runner,” I say. Already, my heart is trembling. I fear that if I speak too carelessly and say the wrong thing, I may fall into a chasm whose bottom I cannot see—and that Jamie will tumble down with me. “The girl at the Smith house.”

That freezes him mid-count. “Another one.” It isn’t a question; rather, it is a dull repetition. Flat and emotionless.

In response, I nod, though he isn’t really looking at me. Shadows, born fluid and slippery from the guttering fire, dance on the walls and across his face. “I… I told her. To get out. The day of the execution, I passed a message and told her to scarper.” When I look down, I see the dirt caught beneath my fingernails, the stains on my skin from gripping a rusty wrought-iron bar too tightly. “I told her to be careful. I guess it wasn’t enough.”

Geoff murmurs a response from where he’s grinding tea leaves with the mortar and pestle, and I remember only then that I didn’t tell either of them I slipped a note to the runner that day. “That was stupid, Spider. And reckless.”

“I know.” At the time, I thought it was the right thing to do. Now, I’m not so sure. What if she rushed because I frightened her into running off too hastily? If the constables hang her too, will her death weigh on my conscience?

Jamie swallows. Thinks. Stares. What he says, when he opens his mouth, meeting my gaze at long last, makes my eyes burn. “We should go, shouldn’t we? It’s time. Really time.”

We’ve discussed it before: Leaving our little home here in the city, the place we scraped up funds for and have worked so goddamn hard to keep. We all knew, from the moment we learned that man was to be hanged, that this day would come, yet none of us could bear to take the leap.

Jamie’s declaration stings. But he’s looking at me like he needs me to answer, needs to know he’s making the right call. “Yes. It is.” I train my gaze on the bookshelf. Most of those volumes are stolen, and most of them by me, but they are treasured nonetheless. Deserting them is going to hurt as much as leaving behind the memories we made here.

“Call off every job,” Jamie says. “Break communication with every runner. No more drops. Every runner for themselves.” One look at our limited stack of care packages has him squeezing his eyes shut, as if he can hide that his eyes are filling with tears. “It’s too dangerous now. For us. For all of them.”

Geoff abandons his tea-making and stands behind Jamie, laying his hands on his shoulders. Our gentle giant, always there when the alpha wolf needs him.

“We’ll deliver what’s left,” he says gently. “We’ll get them out tomorrow. Then we’ll go.”

Jamie can’t see it, but I can, when Geoff meets my eyes and ever so slightly shakes his head. No, he is saying. I was wrong. His gaze is wide, almost frightened. It is not a look I have seen him wear often. Not now. Not tonight.

Perhaps Jamie can sense something, though, because he looks up at me. His hazel eyes, darker than Will’s but similar enough to identify them as brothers if you know what to look for, are grieving—but still suspicious. “Any other news?”

Again, Geoff shakes his head.

I can’t lie. Not to him, I said earlier. In my mind, the conversation I know I must have with Jamie flows easily; my voice is calm and collected, soothing and comforting. I went… I went by the prison. To look for signs, to see if they’ll hang her too. That’s how I would start. Jamie would nod, patiently waiting, and I would go on, I didn’t see any signs, so…not yet, anyway.

No hanging? he would ask, and I’d shake my head. Relief would burst across his features for the briefest moment, and then he’d bring his mask of emotionlessness right back. He would look into my face, though, deep and thoughtful as ever, and he would see the truth seeping through. He would sense it enough to ask the right question. You didn’t see any signs. What did you see there, Spider?

Perhaps Geoff and I are cowards.

“I didn’t see any signs for a hanging.” This is the test, then—if Jamie Wardrew can really read my face the way I’m terrified he can. “Guess she’s not up for execution.” Yet.

Jamie waits.

“That’s all,” I say, heading for the mortar and pestle. “Hare, if you’re going to make tea, at least finish the job.” The scrape of cast-iron rustles the air as I hang the kettle over the fire.

“Sorry, Spider.”

The lie festers under my skin. How could we—How could I do this to him?

Forgive me, Jamie. It is ludicrous that Geoff is apologizing to me over a contrived conflict over tea leaves, when the person who deserves the apology is sitting at our table with his world falling apart more than he even realizes. Forgive me, Will. He wouldn’t like us to deceive his brother. But he wouldn’t want to see Jamie heartbroken, either.

Forgive me, both of you. I glance over at Geoff, but he’s not looking at me anymore—too tangled up in embracing Jamie, leaving me to stand alone by the rain-splattered window, mired in guilt. To gasp for breath and scrabble for freedom, because the threads of our merciful lie are coiled around my neck like strangling vines.

No, not like vines.

Like a noose.

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cigarettes on cigarettes

AN: a preview of a dahyo fic im working on ! this one hit me while i was on vacation and it just stuck with me so i started writing it ! it’s almost done(?) so i hope to post it soon!

pairing: dahyo themes: coming of age, requited but complicated love wc: 1647

jihyo catches dahyun smoking the first time after finals.

it’s a party, sana’s party. the girl can’t get enough of them. she had one party to celebrate the end of midterms, another party to celebrate midterm break, another party to celebrate jeongyeon and momo’s birthdays, another one for thanksgiving, one more for the first day of snow, and finally, one to celebrate the end of finals.

she suspects there’ll be three more before the month ends: one for christmas; one for sana’s own birthday; then one for new year’s.

jihyo doesn’t hate it, really. she does lament the fact that she’s always in charge of convenience store alcohol runs now, especially that most of them have turned 18—not that that stops any of the younger ones from drinking. sana’s really ramped up her party game, especially now that it’s half of their little group’s last year of high school.

sana’s just forced everyone to take a shot of some spiced rum (courtesy of mina’s generosity and rich parents) in her lovely, two floor home that her parents are barely around to live in. sana’s house has always been everyone’s go-to spot after school to hang out, and it’s a comfort that some things haven’t changed.

jihyo steps outside, into sana’s gated garage, where two suvs sit, making a narrow pathway in between to the front of them, a cool spot at the front of their driveway where the night breeze hits just the right way.

speaking of the night, it’s a gloomy one. dark foreshadowing clouds hang over the entirety of their residential area, a place far from the urban reaches of the city. it’s nice and quiet, no sounds except chaeyoung’s aggravated rap-screaming and jeongyeon’s hyped cheers spilling out into the garage.

it’s to clear her mind, she tells herself. of course, it really is a partial truth, what with how noisy the girls are and how chaotic they can be—fun chaotic, of course, not fun chaotic is rare—but it’s not the whole truth.

the whole truth is sitting on a stool in front of one of sana’s parents’ cars, a cigarette in between her index and middle finger, calmly blowing smoke through the gaps in the gate.

“dahyun? are you—is that a cigarette?”

dahyun turns around, eyes wide and caught in the headlights as jihyo’s voice has taken on that characteristic responsible tone that is to be expected from a class president.

“um…no? hi, ji.”

dahyun attempts, putting the cigarette down, hiding it out of sight as if jihyo doesn’t have object permanence.

the audacity, really. dahyun’s one of their youngest, a year below jihyo, and of all the people to be smoking, it’s the one she expects to be most responsible after her—not counting mina, considering mina’s way too serene to be involved in irresponsibility.

the irritation in jihyo’s mind is only subverted when the nickname echoes in her mind.

ji.

“i did—how did you—why in the world are you smoking?”

jihyo approaches, and gets a closer look at dahyun.

she’s dressed comfy, as she normally is, and it’s the sort of comfy that makes jihyo want to just cuddle her up into her arms and melt into her embrace. a large, oversized white sweater reaches down to dahyun’s knees, her feet perched on the chair, and at the edges of it, jihyo can see her black shorts peeking out. the sleeves of the sweater bunch up at her wrists, with enough loose space for jihyo to fit her entire hand in.

“um…it suited…the vibe?”

jihyo snorts, the attempt at an excuse entirely evading her as she comes closer to dahyun.

her skin is shining, reflecting the pale bluish white light of the moon, eyes glimmering with stardust as she tries for an apologetic smile.

“sorry, ji.”

there’s no attempt at a further explanation, and jihyo doesn’t ask for one. dahyun can be a wall of unreadable emotion when she wants to, and right now, that’s all jihyo can see.

it hurts, somehow.

that her guard is up when it’s just jihyo and her.

like there’s something to protect.

(like jihyo would not do her all to protect it. to protect her.)

“i’m not going to go into the whole smoking is bad for you lecture—but i just…you—i hope you know what it is you’re getting into.”

she tumbles over her words. as she always does when it comes to dahyun. she’s not sure why dahyun’s soft, shining eyes always instill her with such a sense of nervousness, hesitation. like she’s not sure if her feet are placed right on top of a tall, looming cliff.

dahyun rolls her eyes good-naturedly, pulling another chair from her side for jihyo to sit on.

“i know, i know. i’ve been doing it since last year, so i think i’m pretty familiar with the side effects.”

last year? dahyun’s been smoking since last year? how on earth did jihyo not even notice? she’d thought the three youngest of their little family had the most of her attention, because of their propensity to get into trouble.

“why? i mean—why’d you start?”

jihyo asks, as she sits down next to dahyun, cool plastic meeting her skin where her shorts don’t reach. it’s a startling feeling, almost as startling as seeing dahyun lift the cigarette up to her lips once more, breathing in slowly.

“to be honest? i don’t know.”

there. that’s one of dahyun’s tells. jihyo prides herself on being able to tell when any of them are lying to her, and dahyun’s has always been the three special words that prefix her statement.

it hurts.

she’s being lied to twice overall. the first, for whatever lie dahyun’s concocted to hide what she feels. the second, that dahyun’s being honest.

it hurts more because dahyun says it most often around jihyo.

“it’s just something i picked up. i was at the convenience store one day, when i saw a pack by the counter. i guess the clerk was pretty busy, or they didn’t care, because i just swiped it and moved on. that was my first one. eventually, i just started buying them.”

dahyun’s stolen, too. how much more does jihyo not know about dahyun? how much more has she failed one of their youngest?

“don’t worry, ji, i only buy a pack once a month.”

dahyun smiles at her, and the attempt at easing jihyo’s worries goes for nothing, because jihyo will always worry about dahyun.

“that doesn’t comfort me in the slightest, but you’re grown up now, so you’re in charge of you.”

jihyo sighs, and it’s a genuine one. with the expelling of air also comes the expression of…disappointment? melancholy? malcontent? the expression of something bad.

“grown up, huh?”

dahyun looks towards the street, cigarette hanging from her lips. her lips…a distinct shine gleams to them, a thin white strip glossing over her smooth skin, and jihyo’s quickly averting her eyes.

“i don’t feel grown up at all.”

jihyo sharply inhales, because it’s a crack in the wall. dahyun’s wall. and she never has cracks in her wall.

“how come?”

jihyo tries not to sound too eager, because getting to know kim dahyun is hard, and when she offers a chance like this, you can be damn sure jihyo’s going to take it.

“i don’t know, really. i still feel like i’m that little six year old girl you picked up and basically adopted all those years ago, riding my bike around the block and always tripping over myself.”

dahyun hugs her knees closer, and the urge to wrap her in her arms is there, like they always did when they were just two kids in the neighborhood, playing with imaginary stories and singing their made up songs.

it’s a far cry from what they are now, two childhood friends that have slowly drifted apart over time, only coming together again because of mutual friends.

“i don’t feel grown up, because i’m still making the same mistakes.”

dahyun turns to her, and in those eyes of hers, jihyo can only see her own uncertainty reflected in them, swirling in a galaxy of the unknown, with stars of dubious conviction dotting the horizon.

“mistakes like what?”

jihyo asks, even though she knows she’s pushing. pushing the limits of what jihyo should know about dahyun, the limits of what lies behind dahyun’s wall, more cracks beginning to show in its surface.

she’s close, so close.

dahyun takes a deep breath, putting out the cigarette on the wall, embers sparking against the concrete, and flicks the butt out through the gaps in the gate.

then dahyun turns to her, and her cool hand secures itself on jihyo’s neck, a blast of chill against the heat she’s been feeling ever since she stepped outside and laid eyes on dahyun.

“mistakes like this.”

dahyun murmurs, not that jihyo catches it.

because in the next moment, dahyun’s lips are on hers, the tension exploding into fireworks in the sky as dahyun’s soft, soft, soft lips are now touching jihyo’s.

this close, their noses touching, jihyo can almost breathe dahyun like she’s air, cool and breezy at the top of a mountain, and just the right amount of thinness to it that it feels like jihyo’s at the peak of the atmosphere, oxygen beginning to run empty.

it’s wonderful, it’s amazing, it’s everything jihyo’s ever wanted.

except the taste of ash and smoke rises to the surface.

jihyo’s the first to pull away, even though she doesn’t want to.

“…i—what? dahyun, you—what were you—i don’t…”

the moment’s gone as quick as lightning, because dahyun’s standing up, trudging back to the house. behind her, she leaves a trail of longing, yearning that seeps into jihyo’s skin, buzzing electric like the static of a power line.

jihyo’s left there in a daze, until nayeon comes out looking for her.

“babe? you alright?”

she should tell nayeon, her girlfriend of almost two years now. it’s only fair, nayeon would tell her immediately if the same happened to her.

“yeah, i’m…i’m good.”

it hurts.

[quinttyz]

BALDUR’S GATE 3 UPDATE: OFFICIALLY UNOFFICIALLY TOGETHER?? bruv what is the relationship at this point lmao!!

Childe danced with Wyll and it was so sweet,,,,WYLL WAS SO SWEET!!! AHHHHH THEY KISSED 😭😭😭 and bid each other good night. Blud I know for sure Astarion saw that when he got back from hunting

Childe was alone in her tent for the night. Yea the silence was deafening,,

Come morning after breakfast, Astarion excused himself and took Childe with him KSHSHSJJSJS the others were like 🤨 ‼️. Wyll was the only one unsurprised

“So, I hear you have a new lover,” Astarion says, his tone trying to have its usual cadence.

They talked about what happened and well what do you expect from 2 emotionally constipated people LMAO. I like to think that when Astarion said he’ll miss their trysts, he meant more than just the sex HAHAHA. Even Childe noticed that their fooking situations were not that frequent lately (and when they did fuck, it felt…different) Recently, they’ve just been hanging out together!

I think that’s what confused Childe lmao. Like,,,is he still interested or was she dropped down to “good friend” status. AND YEA HER FEELINGS WERE CONFUSING HER TOO! She’s a bard!! She’s supposed to know how to word shit out beautifully!! But this situation left her a stammering mess

The reason why she kissed Wyll because of…well it was a selfish reason. SHE DID LIKE WYLL but when they kissed,,it felt like,,it felt different. Like it wasn’t her that he should be kissing tbh (blud felt so bad, Wyll deserves better. I swear in the next pts im gonna romance him I LOVE HIM BUT THIS IS AN ASTARION RUN 😭)

Astarion was also confused by his growing emotions but he’s better at hiding it (which infuriated Childe lmao)

Ahh, but Childe dropped the hard line, “Maybe I want something more with you.” NAHAHAHAHAHHAHA WHICH SHOCKED ASTARION (drawing idea hehe)

He tries to recover, not wanting to seem vulnerable and nonchalantly agrees

“Well then darling, consider yourself well and truly taken.”

These fuckheads are still together 🤪. Hmm,, i guess their relationship dynamic wouldn’t really change that much? But it became a lil exclusive yeyehe..both still don’t know how to word their true feelings out lmfao

But even the way Wyll handled rejection was so graceful,,,”I hope he makes you happy” with that sad smile,, aw man,,,,but ngl I burst out laughing at option no. 1 “YEAH IM STARTING TO REGRET MY CHOICE”

By the way, Im otw to Moonrise! Last Light Inn is so cozy,, im happy I met rolan again (even though he almost hit me with a bottle) and Dammon 🥺🥺🥺🥺 right now Im fighting that weird spider guy YEOWCHHH